Card #34: BattleGround - Des Moines, IA
February 27, 2000

(The camera fades from the Fox Sports America logo to black. CUE-UP: "Unforgiven" by Metallica. The screen lights up with an image of Billy Matthews in the ring with Jean Rabesque, Nevada Smith and Stone Wolf after their big Wargames victory at Total Conquest 2000.)

V/O: "Everyone thought he was straight as an arrow and on the right path to fight off the threat of Abel Wicks and his crew."

(CUT-TO: Total Conquest 2000. Matthews is rolling out of the ring after the Wargames double cage was raised from the ring. He grabs a chair)

V/O: "His teammates, Jean Rabesque, Nevada Smith, and Stone Wolf never expected it."

(CUT-TO: Jean Rabesque and Stone Wolf arguing as Nevada tries to break them up. Matthews rolls into the ring and drills Rabesque with the chair, and follows suit with Stone Wolf.)

V/O: "It was one of the greatest Benedict Arnold jobs in the history of wrestling. But he did not act alone."

(CUT-TO: Nevada Smith pounding on Matthews as his brother Brian and Ricky Kabe charge to the ring and assault Nevada and the other wrestlers. The crowd is in a frenzy of disbelief) V/O: "On this day, a victory became a defeat, as three of the greatest singles wrestlers in the world were taken out in one fell swoop. Kabe and the Matthews Brothers did something that has never been done before and may never be done again. How did this alliance form?"

(CUT-TO: Ricky Kabe paying Brian Matthews to take Jobber out in a match to avenge the one black mark on his record. CUT-TO: Jean Rabesque regaining the held up Frontier Title from Ricky Kabe and Jobber in a 3 way match. CUT-TO: Matthews being pinned by Golem after the claw. CUT-TO: Billy Matthews taking a beatdown from Minion, Golem, and Abel Wicks as Nevada Smith and Jean Rabesque look on from the ramp, as if to teach him a lesson. CUT-TO: Matthews making the save for Rabesque, Nevada, and Stone Wolf from out of nowhere as they were being pummeled by Minion, Draven, Golem, and Wicks. CUT-TO: Rabesque accepting Matthews help and adding him to the Wargames team. CUT-TO: Alister Hayze staring a hole through Rabesque for being snubbed. CUT-TO: Matthews staring at Rabesque and Nevada as they get thoroughly liquored up on the cruise.)

V/O: "Maybe the signs were already there. Maybe we were the fools for not expecting it. Billy Matthews, his brother Brian, and Ricky Kabe have propelled themselves into the thick of things in the FWF, but can they handle the pressure? Only time will tell."

CUT-TO: The chair shots on Jean Rabesque and Stone Wolf in slow motion...then the screen fades out to black before light erupts onto the screen as the cameras cut to the inside of the Des Moines Veterans Memorial Coliseum. CUE-UP: "Are You Ready" by AC/DC. The crowd is in an absolute maniacal state, as a sea of signs almost cover the arena. This venue is obviously too small for the FWF, as the fans are almost literally hanging from the rafters. This is an absolute sellout SRO crowd. Some notable signs include "WHY BILLY WHY?", "I AM A STUDENT OF NEW BREED 101", "KABE IS A FRAUD", "GIVE 'BAD COMPANY' BACK TO LAWLER", "DAISY, BE MY LOVE SLAVE", and "BEER IS GOOD FOR YOU". All of a sudden, the music stops and the lights go out. The crowd pops big in anticipation.

CUEUP: "New Breed" by Fear Factory. The song goes into it's intro and the house lights start to strobe. The band screams "WE ARE THE NEW BREED, WE ARE THE FUTURE" repeatedly until the song suddenly switches into "Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys. The lights and various pyrotechnics EXPLODE and out come the New Breed. the crowd erupts, mostly in cheers, but with a good portions of boos as well. No matter what, the whole place is on it's feet screaming something, whether it's praise or curses. Black Sage leads the way, wearing an old, faded Nevada Smith t-shirt and carrying Miss Thang on one of his shoulders. She sits there waving to the crowd, wearing a cut off MC Hammer shirt and matching zubas, her hair in pig tails. Kearns wears the same outfit, only he has a full MC Hammer shirt with his title belt over his shoulder, and he's rocking some mirrored sunglases. McMillan is getting right up in the crowd's face, either screaming with them or screaming at them and waving his title belt in their faces. He wears a "New Breed" Calgary Flames jersey and baggy black jeans. His hair has grown out some and is now a short blonde spiked mess, about a half inch long and going in every direction. When the four reach the ring, Kearns jumps on the apron and lifts Allison off of Black Sage. They give each other some sweet lovin and Kearns collapses in mock ecstasy, ala the Franchise, while holding the ropes open for Miss Thang. Black Sage steps over the ropes, as McMillian leap frogs over them into the ring, where Black Sage calls for the mic.)

BLACK SAGE: (wipes some strands of his bleach-white, black-streaked hair from his face and stares from one end of Veterans Memorial Collisium to the other)"WHAT DID WE TELL YOU, HUH!? (the fans grow rowdy at the sound of Sage's voice and a few unimpressed fans hurl soda cups into the ring, but each miss) WHAT DID WE TELL YOU SIX MONTHS AGO!? (McMillian and Kearns kick a tossed soda cup back and fourth between themselves behind Sage) WHAT DID WE TELL YOU SIX MONTHS AGO IN MSG!? We *told* you...that like it or not, we were going to save the FWF from its own worst enemy, ITSELF, and the piss-poor, stagnent state it was in! ...and *TONIGHT*, tonight is the last line of the first chapter, where promises that were made...are *kept*! (the fans pop) Look at the names of the people who questioned and challenged us...and look at where they are on tonights card, if they're there at all...and look at where the New Breed are! (Sage looks to his left where Jake Shades catches his eye) ...and look at the fools who supported these lacks of talent! (Sage points to Jake Shades at ringside) There's one of them...looking about as heroic as Gary Coleman punching out a woman, and about as impressive as Jean Rabesque in a Halloween custome contest! (the fans pop, but some boos are audible) Jake, you're going to regret what you've said real soon...and twenty guys named Asylum aren't gonna be able to save your ass!"

(Kevin Kearns catches a soda cup someone tossed at the ring, leans over the ropes, and bombs Jake Shades with it, soaking him in the process as the fans pop.)

BLACK SAGE: "The change we talked about is here, and everyone who doubted it might as well as find a new favorite wrestling promotion...because I can guarantee tonight won't make you any happier! If you don't like the New Breed at this point...then you're not going to like the FWF tomorrow, because the FWF is the *New Breed*! (fans pop) ...and the *New Breed* are the FWF! (fans pop) The problem isn't about establishing ourselves anymore! We're the top stable in all of wrestling... and we're not just here to collect a paycheck, we're here to collect the sport we love back into respectable hands! (Kearns and McMillian raises their tag-belts overhead behind Sage) Our problems now...are the problems of success! It'd be real easy to get content like Nevada, and Jean, and Stone Wolf...but being the *promotions* champion is a lot different than being the champion of the promotiion! It doesn't stop with the title...it starts with the title, because anyone in wrestling knows that's where the power is...but very few have the balls to use it...and when they do, it's usually what's best for them and *not* what's best for wrestling! (Sage motions for the gold around his waist) Take a good look at this waist without gold...and take a good listen to this voice without say...because it's the last time you will! ...and to everyone riding the New Breeds coat-tails now that we're suddenly "hot', you're not a part of anything unless you're in this ring, so I suggest you stop trying to cash-in on our success...unless you want to fall victim to it, and you *know* who your *are*! (Sage stares into the camera hauntingly) Nevada...you're a lot like this old t-shirt of yours I snagged from a Salvation Army bin...FADING FAST! *TONIGHT*...this show will end just how it begun...with the New Breed in the ring, except *then* along with the National Title, we're going to have an unprecedented power in the FWF!!! (fans pop) We've delivered everytime, and tonight is no different! The question is...will Nevada Smith shake my hand after I uncrown him!? (Sage pauses) Stone Wolf wasn't man enough to shake my hand...so Nevada, that might just be your last chance to impress anyone around here!"

McMILLAN: (takes the mic, grinning ear to ear) I couldn't have said it better myself! Now all you FWF fans out there, I know you've grown to love the New Breed (pop). After TITLE DEFENSE after TITLE DEFENSE after TITLE DEFENSE, the New Breed and the FWF really have become the same thing. The New Breed IS the FWF. We are the NEW BREED of wrestling. Everyone either wants to be like us or wants us face down in a gutter (laughs), and either way we're gonna kick their ass! Cause just like I've said a thousand times before, the only way to be safe from the New Breed is if you're one of the four people standing in this ring. Now, there haven't been many people who have really pissed us off in the FWF. (pauses a second and Allison gives him a funny look) Alright, there have been plenty of people who have pissed us off in the FWF. But you see, if you get on our bad side, we ALWAYS take care of ya. (He starts to count off the people on his fingers) Massacre, beat him. Rammstein, beat him. Muro, beat his skull in with my Louisville Slugger. Kraven and Flatliner, made their ceiling collapse on them. Wicks, beat him. Golem, beat him twice. Hell, we even got a fall on Smith and Rabesque, the two biggest champions in the FWF, who we just so happen to hate. See the way I see it, there's only two issues left to take care of. Number one, we got Asylum who went and split open Sage's head in a jealous rage. Now obviously Asylum hasn't been watching us, because if he did then he would know there's only one rule when it comes to the New Breed... DON'T F(FCC)##### WITH THE NEW BREED! (crowd pops BIG) Your days are numbered, crazy boy. (smirks) We're comin to get ya. But not just yet. My boy Black Sage has bigger things to take care of tonight, namely BEATING Nevada Smith in the title shot that he beat YOU to get! (crowd pops again, a "BLACK, SAGE, BLACK, SAGE" chant breaks out) But then... (Darren pauses a moment to wait for the crowd to die down. while he waits Kearns just suddenly breaks into the Fargo strut. the crowd gets even louder and McMillan can only laugh.) BUT THEN... we've got the Cat Pack to take care of. Yeah, first we layed you out, second we humiliated you on Pay Per View, but kids... THIRD TIMES THE CHARM (grins). You violated that oh so important rule of the New Breed, and now you're REALLY going to have to pay. So all you little New Breed-a-maniacs, hold on to your seats, cause not only are we gonna kick some serious ass tonight, but we are going to walk out of this arena with the THREE most important belts in the FWF. Both of these beauties (motions to the Tag Titles)... and the NATIONAL TITLE! (the crowd is slowly getting more and more behind Black Sage) And before I go, just a little message to all you fine people and the boys in the back... (McMillan pauses and the crowd dies down. He gives a big smile.) ...we came, we saw, we conquered, and now it's time for the New Breed to F(FCC)##### SH(FCC)T UP!!"

(The crowd goes ballistic as Kearns takes the mic)

KEVIN KEARNS: "You know, us in the NB's talk and talk about hurting people and how we rule and this and that... but I think it's time that I did something about that. Ya, we've had countless sneak attacks of goth monsters and run-ins... but what we haven't done is ever cleaned up the roster of it's lesser members. (Checks his watch) Now, I know that all of the boys are supposed to be in the arena a few hours ahead of time... but I also know that Sizzler is having a half-priced buffet night, and SOME brooding soul was busy reading Keats and Yeats and other things while having a half-price sampling of Chicken Strips... so, what I'm gonna do is my main man Malec a favor right here, and that's taking out any late comers to the arena. Guys-- I'll be back."

(Kearns takes off running down the aisle to the locker room. Otis "The Periscope" Sawyer is in hot pursuit. CUT-TO: Sawyer's camera running after Kearns. Kearns hits the arena exit and bursts out into the mild Iowa night. A rented Lincoln is shown pulling up as Kearns peers inside and smiles at the occupant. Copycat emerges from the car with a brown McDonald's bag, without Black Cat and Icekold. Kearns dives over the hood and attacks Copycat viciously. After beating him to the pavement, he pulls Copycat up and opens the door of the Lincoln. He pulls Copycat's hand up and SLAMS THE DOOR ON HIS FINGERS. Copycat screams out in pain as Kearns runs away laughing. Black Cat and icekold hit the scene, but too late, as they attend to the injured Copycat.

CUT-TO: The Announcing team of Tony Ross, Victor Alvarez, and Jake Shades. All three men have a look of shock on their faces as Shades continues to wipe soda off of his face.)

TONY ROSS: "Fans, I don't know what to say other than welcome to this week's edition of FWF Battleground on Fox Sports America! Do you believe what we just saw??"

VICTOR ALVAREZ: "It looks like Kevin Kearns was fed up with the Cat Pack, and he went after Copycat and his ill-timed arrival at the arena, and slammed the door on his hand! What an act of violence! That hand must definitely be broken!"

JAKE SHADES: "That was the most long-winded, idiotic, boring, non-sensical, waste of time speeches I have ever heard in my life outside of Bill Clinton or Scott Malec! And for that idiot Kearns to throw that cup of soda at me, I should SUE ASS!!! SON OF A..."

T.R.: "Easy, Shades! Fans, we are coming off a monstrous Pay-Per-View filled with intense action and huge announcements! As you may already know by now, the FWF has announced that there will be a new title created, the World Title, and the highest accolade anyone can receive in the FWF! A tournament will be starting next show, with 18 participants based on ranking, with the National Champion getting the number one seed! That could be either Black Sage or Nevada Smith after tonight!"

V.A.: "I am really excited about this tournament, and the FWF will have a World Champion finally! But there will be one casualty, and that is the Cable Television Title, which will be unified tonight with the Frontier Title! Stone Wolf vs. Rabesque! What a classic!"

J.S.: "Ok, let me get this straight. Tonight, we have "French Fruitcake" Jean Rabesque vs. Stoned Wolf and Black Parsley vs. the brainless biker?? Why don't you just give me the enema with the rusty spike now?"

T.R.: "You have got to be kidding me, Shades, those two matches have the potential to be the greatest in FWF history!"

J.S.: "The two greatest FARCES in FWF history! And then they have two of my guys fighting each other tonight! Asylum and Minion! What is Malec trying to do, really piss me off?? He's doing this on purpose!"

T.R.: "Minion challenged Asylum, you idiot! There is no conspiracy against your cheerleading habits! Also tonight, the team you just saw, the New Breed, will be taking on The Odd Couple for the National Tag Titles! The Odd Couple stole a win from the Cat Pack and Kraven and Flatliner at the house card in Hartford recently! And we have a big three way match tonight, that turncoat Billy Matthews.." J.S.: "YEAH BILLY!!"

T.R.: "Will face the returning Brian Lawler as well as Joe Massacre! What a brawl that should be! We saw Lawler attack Massacre after he interfered in the Wargames, and it was clear that Lawler returned to watch Jean Rabesque's back! Those two go way back!"

J.S.: "Yeah, they go way back all right! They've been secret lovers for a hell of a long time!"

T.R.: "Yeah sure! Fans, before we went on the air tonight, we had two non-televised matches! In our first battle, newcomer Nemesis took on Conflict in a match of promising rookies!"

J.S.: "Screw that idiot Conflict! I heard he has some personal problems and I'm sure they are drug related!"

(CUT-TO: Match highlights)

T.R.: "Knock it off Shades! Nemesis impressed everyone with his mat skills and quickness, he really got the crowd going early. Conflict's mind seemed to be elsewhere as he may have phoned this one in. Nemesis took control for good at the halfway point and made Conflict tap out to his Last Temptation over-the-shoulder backbreaker submission!"

V.A.: "I was very impressed with Nemesis! He showed a lot of experience and knowledge for a rookie, and the fans seemed to take to him right away! I see nothing but promise for him in the FWF!" J.S.: "Oh Vicky, you see promise in a broomstick! When did you ever become a good judge of talent?"

T.R.: "I value his opinions much more than what spews out of your crevice, Shades! In our next match, Suicide King battled Ricky "The Tank" O'Neill! (match highlights are shown) As Suicide King's music cued up, only Missy Fortune came out from the back! Tank looked perplexed and turned around to look at the crowd for a reaction, but Suicide King jumped out of the crowd and hit Tank with a standing dropkick! Among other moves during the match, Suicide King pulled off a spectacular springboard shooting star press to O'Neill through a table on the floor and the crowd ate this up! It may have been one of the greatest moves we've ever seen in the FWF!"

V.A.: "We need to see more of Suicide King on TV!"

T.R.: "But 'The Tank' was able to come back and he nailed Suicide King with a chair so hard that it bent around his head, but Suicide King was able to clothesline him down! Amazing!"

V.A.: "His resiliency was incredible!"

J.S.: "Uh oh! Looks like Victoria found himself a new guy to cheerlead for!"

T.R.: "Shut up, hypocrite! Even later on, O'Neill sent S.K. into the corner and comes for a big splash! S.K. yanked the ref in between them and Sal Putz was taken out! Then, Missy Fortune tossed Tank a chair and started to climb in the ring. Tank saw this as Missy turned away from Suicide King for O'Neill! Suicide King then hit a spinning heel kick on the chair and into O'Neill, knocking them both down! S.K. took a breather as Tank fought to get the cobwebs out and got to one knee! Missy then gently caressed his face and began to dance in front of him and started to play a little game of striptease with him at waist level!"

J.S.: "This was the part I liked!"

T.R.: "He began to get into it, and didn't seem to mind when she got on his back to pretend he was a bull!!"

J.S.: "Ride him, Missy, ride him! If that was the Tank, then she's got the twin cannons!"

T.R.: "Suddenly she jumped forward, and took his head straight down between her legs landed in a full split; conversely driving his face into the mat onto the chair that was knocked out of his hand!!"

V.A.: "I didn't think Missy had the ability! She may be more than just a valet!"

T.R.: "Suicide King then landed a 450 splash off the top rope, and Missy woke Putz up and he slowly made the three count! It was one hell of a match and quite a showing from Suicide King!"

V.A.: "Like I said, it would be wise for Malec to put more of him on TV!"

J.S.: "Are you kidding!? Malec is a xenophobic ignoramous! He would never allow a Japanese wrestler to make it here!"

T.R.: "That coming from the guy who made fun of Sage of Seek and Destroy's Korean heritage and his so-called slanty eyes! You make me sick Shades! Anyways fans, we have a huge show, but we need to take a commercial break, and we will return on Fox Sports America!"

(Fade to a Commercial for the new FWF video game for the N64, Playstation, and Dreamcast, featuring 50 FWF superstars, create-a-wrestler feature, PPV modes, and the newest feature, Wargames: the Match Beyond!)

(The camera fades back from commercial, panning the rabid crowd before sooming in on Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring)

PAUL KRAMER: "Ladies and gentleman, in our first match of the evening, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: "Firestarter" by Prodigy) "From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 285lbs., JARED JUSTICE!!"

(The crowd boos as Justice makes his way to the ring with a grimace on his face, wearing black lather pants. He climbs into the ring and raises one fist in the air)

P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "Coffee Mug" by the Descendants) "From the Suburban Jungle, weighing in at 275lbs., MAXWELL HOUZ!!"

(The crowd pops, with surprisingly mostly cheers as Houz comes to ringside carrying a thermos, obviously filled with his favorite beverage, black coffee, no cream, no sugar. He climbs carefully into the ring as to not spill the coffee, and he goes and offers Justice a sip...)

TONY ROSS: "Ohhhh!!! Justice just kicked that thermos out of Maxwell Houz's hands, and thank God none of that stuff spilled on anybody! Houz just stares at the spilled coffee as if he lost his mother! Houz attacks!! He pummels Justice's back with huge rights and lefts!! He kicks Justice in the gut and goes for a powerbomb!! Oh my Lord!! He gets the 285lb Justice up and DOWN!! 1......2......He kicked out!!"

VICTOR ALVAREZ: "As devastating as that powerbomb was, you are just not going to beat Justice that quick! I don't care who you are!" JAKE SHADES: "I would have went wild if that was my thermos of coffee spilled, too!"

T.R.: "That's not coffee in your thermos, Shades! What is the proof of that moonshine in there tonight, 185? Houz locks in a chinlock and is now going to try and wear down Justice!"

V.A.: "Houz just seems to be unbeatable when he gets that caffiene rage going, but he has had some big losses lately!"

T.R.: "Well, he's just a rookie, give him some time! The fans seem to be taking to this big man, too! It seems like Ziggy Jefferson's presence made him unpopular!"

J.S.: "I gotta give Houz some credit, that promo he did with the Cartman doll bore a striking resemblance to Malec! But of course these idiot fans have to jump on Houz's bandwagon, because they knew I liked the guy so therefore it's cool!"

T.R.: "Yeah Shades, you are definitely a trendsetter, a trendsetter of STUPIDITY! Houz pulls Justice to his feet and whips him in! Houz ducks down too early and Justice lays in a nice spinning neckbreaker! Justice collects himself and stomps away at Houz and yells out at the crowd! He pulls Houz up and whips him in!! Ohhh!! Big Sidewalk Slam!! That shook the arena!! 1.....2.....No!!"

V.A.: "These guys are hitting the big moves early, but they can't beat each other like that!"

T.R.: "Justice gets Houz to his feet and rakes the eyes! He sends Houz into the corner and follows him in with a crushing forearm! He throws Houz down to the mat and yells out at the crowd again and they will have none of it! Justice mounts the second ropes and hits a double axehandle! Houz goes down again and Justice rolls him up!! 1....2....No!! Justice is up and he drops a big knee! Justice pulls him up by the hair and drills Houz with a forearm!"

V.A.: "Justice is just one big bruiser of a man! He is double tough and quite a test for Houz!"

J.S.: "I miss the times he played with fire, why doesn't he do that anymore?"

T.R.: "Probably because we like to promote some sanity here in the FWF! Justice whips Houz into the corner and Houz bounces off with a big boot! Hold everything!"

J.S.: "Well, look who's coming to ringside! It's my favorite celebrity half-sister, Rusti Spears!! All right!"

T.R.: "Houz's former valet has made her way to ringside in her skimpy little bikini top and cutoff shorts and she's carrying a sign! What does it say? 'SCREW MAXWELL HOUZ! JARED JUSTICE RULES'?? Looks like Rusti is trying to get on Houz's bad side here in Des Moines!"

V.A.: "Yes, and remember how it backfired the last time with Asylum!"

J.S.: "Well, Asylum already has Daisy, but I don't understand why he wouldn't want two hotties by his side!"

T.R.: "Speaking of Daisy, she was kidnapped by the BYW Brigade and hopefully we can get some information on that! Last I heard she was being held at a motel just outside of town and the Brigade was able to escape the police! I wonder what Malec thinks about that!"

J.S.: "He probably arranged it! Anything to hold back the big names I tell ya!"

T.R.: "You mean your favorites! Look at Justice, he is smiling at Spears as she parades around ringside with her sign! Justice turns his attention back to Houz! He pulls him up and hits a fallaway slam! That took some bigtime strength there! Justice hits a fistdrop and covers!! 1....2.....no!! Justice slaps on a tight headlock to try and wear down Houz some more!"

V.A.: "Justice may be wise to work on his legs to get the man off his feet, since his head may already be toughened up from all that black coffee!"

J.S.: "Just like your sex drive is toughened up from all that Viagra, right Vicky?"

T.R.: "Houz works his way to his feet and elbows his way out of the headlock!! He and Justice start battering each other with rights and lefts! Rusti is up on the apron and she has a chair! She's trying to get Justice's attention and she did! Justice knees Houz in the groin and whips him towards Rusti! Reversal!! Justice collides with Rusti and the chair!! Justice rebounds and Houz catches him in the spinning doctor bomb, which he calls the Last Drop!! Forget it!! 1......2......3!! It's over!!"

V.A.: "Look at Rusti on the outside! She is red with anger!! She takes the chair into the ring!! Uh oh!! Is she going to stand up to Maxwell Houz!?"

J.S.: "Get out of there, Rusti! We don't want your sweet ass bruised!" T.R.: "She walks right up to Houz brandishing the chair and she is screaming at the top of her lungs at him!! Houz laughs at her and holds her head as she tries to swing at Houz and misses hilariously!! Look at her!! This crowd is eating it up!! Houz looks to the crowd and calls for the Last Drop again!! Oh no!!! The crowd wants it!! He grabs her and OHHHHH!!!! He did it!! I can't believe he did it!!"

V.A.: "I don't promote violence against women guys, but Rusti should not have gone into that ring!! And she paid the price!"

J.S.: "I'll go save her!!"

(Shades leaves the broadcast table and goes to the ring to check on Rusti)

T.R.: "Where is that idiot going!? He's only doing it because he wants to cop a feel! What the hell!!??"

(The camera shows Shades trying to give Rusti mouth-to-mouth recessitation)

T.R.: "I don't believe this!! He's taking advantage of an unconscious woman in there!! Here comes the real EMTs and they push that buffoon out of the way!"

V.A.: "Well, I guess maybe Shades wanted to be a Good Samaritan! Ha ha!"

T.R.: "Good Samaritan my rearend! Get that slob out of there before he embarasses himself any more! Fans, I have word that Wilson Hazard is in back and Brian Lawler is arriving at the arena!"

(CUT-TO: The back parking lot. Wilson Hazard is standing with a microphone as a large black Dodge pickup truck pulls up. Brian Lawler gets out, wearing a Memphis Tigers hat, a black polo shirt and blue jeans. He smiles and approaches Hazard)

BRIAN LAWLER: "Hey Wilson, long time no see my man!"

WILSON HAZARD: "Hello Brian, and welcome back to the FWF! We saw you return at the Pay-Per-View and you attacked Joe Massacre after his assault on Jean Rabesque's team with bolt cutters! Were you there as a fan, or did Rabesque ask you to come to watch his back!"

B.L.: "Let's just say a little bit of both! I had to take care of some things in my life, and now I'm here to stay! And let me tell Joe Massacre and Billy Matthews something! If you clowns think...."

W.H.: "HEY!!!"

(Lawler is blindsided by Billy Matthews and Ricky Kabe)

W.H.: "Lawler is being attacked, get some help out here!!"

(Kabe and Matthews put the boots to Lawler and they pull him up and ram him headfirst into the rearview mirror, breaking it. Lawler is split open as they roll him onto the hood of the truck)

T.R.: "What are these maniacs doing!?"

(Kabe helps Matthews pull Lawler up and Matthews proceeds to piledrive him onto the hood of the truck. Lawler's body goes limp as it rolls off the hood and smacks the concrete)

T.R.: 'Oh my God!! Did you see that!!? Get some help out there!!"

J.S.: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha!! Welcome back to the FWF Lawler, you slack-jawed yokel! I love this new welcoming committee the FWF has! Piledrivers for everybody! YES!!"

V.A.: "What a brutal attack! And Matthews and Kabe are gone as fast as they got there! And there is Jean Rabesque to check on Lawler! Too late!"

T.R.: "That is the second parking lot attack tonight! The air is just supercharged with violence here in the FWF! Fans, we have got to take a break, don't touch that remote!"

(Fade to Commercial)

(The camera fades back from commercial as more signs are shown, including "THERE'S THE FWF AND F' THE REST", "NEVADA WILL RULE 4-EVER", "SHADES IS BILL BUSCH'S ILLEGITIMATE SON", "I SELL BETTER THAN MAXWELL HOUZ", and "I HAVE BAD GAS". CUT-TO: Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring)

PAUL KRAMER: "In our next match, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: "Walk" by Pantera) "From Tulsa, Oklahoma, at a combined weight of 440lbs., JAMES STONE and 'BONE DADDY' JODY KINARD, THE VIOLATION NATION!!" (Some boos are heard as the two men come out in sleeveless T-shirts and leather pants)

P.K.: "And their opponents," (CUE-UP: "Come With Me" by Puff Daddy featuring Jimmy Page) "From Kalamazoo, Michigan, at a combined weight of 600lbs., COPYCAT AND BLACK CAT!! THE CAT PACK!! They are accompanied by Icekold!!"

(The Cat Pack does not appear as the camera quickly cuts to the back. Otis Sawyer is there in the Cats locker room with a camera)

ICEKOLD: "I'm telling you, I will go out there and wrestle for you, you have a couple of broken fingers, you need to rest and sit out. I can handle those two jabrones."

COPYCAT: "But I wanted to tear those schmucks apart! The Road to Victory Crew is out there! I can't disappoint them!"

ICEKOLD: "Don't worry, we'll take care of the New Breed, too! Don't even think that we'll let this one go. Come on."

(Icekold motions to Black Cat and they head for the ring. CUT-TO: The inside of the Veterans Memorial Coliseum. Black Cat and Icekold make their way to the ring to mostly boos. CUT-TO: A small group of fans, known as Copycats "Road to Victory" crew, are screaming at the top of their lungs. Icekold takes the mic from Kramer)

ICEKOLD: "Well, since Kearns decided to take the easy way out and injure Copycat so the New Breed doesn't have to defend the title against The Cat Pack, Copycat has three broken fingers. But that doesn't matter, because I'M going to take his place!"

(The crowd pops as the bell rings)

TONY ROSS: "I don't believe this! Icekold is going in for Copycat!"

VICTOR ALVAREZ: "Why not? She has proven herself enough times that she can stand up to any man! And she's starting the match off!"

JAKE SHADES: "I LOVE THIS GIRL!!"

T.R.: "What courage on the part of IceKold! She starts it off with James Stone and they lock up! Stone pushes away and OHHHH!!! Icekold with a full force kick to the groin!! Sweet Jesus!! Face plant by Icekold!! A cover!!! 1.......2.......OHHH!!! Jody Kinard just barely saved this one!"

J.S.: "Too bad Stone's jewels are crushed into dust!! Ha ha ha!! Go Icekold! You know she's gonna kick Kearns' ass later, right!?"

T.R.: "That remains to be seen! Icekold drags Stone to his feet and hits him with a deadly savate kick! This woman is lethal! And she tags in Black cat! Icekold runs and tackles Kinard off the apron as Black Cat pulls Stone up!! He slaps on the Cat's Claw half-nelson!! He's really pouring on the pressure!! Referee Sal Putz lifts Stone's arm up once, twice.....three times!! And this one is over!"

V.A.: "Icekold and Black Cat are on a mission, and that is to avenge what happened to Copycat, and the Violation Nation just happened to be in their way tonight! What a beating IceKold dished out! I am impressed!"

T.R.: "As much as I hate the Cat Pack's tactics, I will give her credit, she handled those guys easily! Fans, we'll be right back after this!"

(CUT-TO: Otis Sawyer is still in Copycat's locker room, as a splint is shown being put on Copycat's broken fingers by an FWF physician. He can be heard cursing and swearing under his breath. Fade to a WAR promo)

(The camera fades back from commercial and Anarky is seen sitting in his locker room, muttering something about FWF Co-Owner Scott Malec as he laces his boots up. CUT-TO: Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring)

PAUL KRAMER: "In our next match, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie) "From Hartford, Connecticut, weighing in at 244lbs., ANARKY!!"

(The crowd boos loudly as Anarky walks confidently to the ring, taunting the fans all the way. When he gets to the ring, he climbs up on the turnbuckles and raises his arms triumphantly, absorbing the negative reaction)

P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve) "From Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 231lbs., CARLOS CANYETA!!"

(the crowd boos again, but not as loud as they did for Anarky, with some of Canyeta's die-hard old-school fans cheering. He is emotionless as he walks to the ring and climbs right in and stretches out on the ropes)

TONY ROSS: "What a difference a year makes! A year ago, these guys were on top of their game, and one of them had tremendous crowd support, but Canyeta turned on his fans, saying that the style of wrestling they want is one he is not willing to give them!"

JAKE SHADES: "And he is right! These brain dead piles of crap want to see matches that end in 2 minutes after somebody runs in and screwjobs the match! How ignorant!"

T.R.: "But it's OK when guys like Asylum and Wicks do it, right Shades?"

J.S.: "Uhhhhhhh yeah, because they have too much talent to waste on jerks like Black Sage and Jean Rabesque!"

V.A.: "Canyeta does have a valid point, but instead of going against the fans, he should try and win them over to his way of wrestling, after all, the fans did like him before!"

J.S.: "And become a true fan-coddling twit like Rabesque!? Screw that! Canyeta is doing the smart thing, and with Doc Silver at his side, he has nowhere to go but the top!"

T.R.: "Canyeta and Anarky are at mid-ring jawing with each other, and yes indeed, these two have a history! Anarky pushes Canyeta and Canyeta backs off and turns, but quickly turns back and levels Anarky with a clothesline! Canyeta puts some vicious boots to Anarky, and he rolls all the way out of the ring! Canyeta is leaning over the ropes and screaming expletives at Anarky, who tries to regroup!"

V.A.: "Yes it is obvious that these two guys do not like each other!"

J.S.: "What they ought to do is team up and get rid of some of the trash around here! Both of these guys have more talent than these fans know!"

T.R.: "And the egos to match it! Anarky tries to roll back in and Canyeta assaults him with stomps! Anarky rolls back in as referee Stu Fields pushes Canyeta back and is arguing with him! Anarky quickly slips in and dropkicks Canyeta from behind the referee! What precision aim by Anarky! Anarky puts the boots to Canyeta and pulls him to his feet! A kick to the gut and a DDT!! he planted him!! 1......2.....No!!"

V.A.: "That was close, and I don't think we're going to see too many arm drags and Greco-Roman leglocks in this one!"

J.S.: "Good, I'd like to stay awake!"

T.R.: "Anarky right back on him and he whips him in! Big flying knee to the face! Wow! Anarky drops a flying elbow and covers again!! 1.....2....No!! Anarky drags him right back up by the hair and hits a gutwrench suplex! And now he's choking Canyeta and Fields pulls Anarky off! Anarky pushes Fields and now the ref is in Anarky's face! Anarky just laughs and turns only to catch a kick to the knee! Canyeta struggles to his feet and rolls Anarky up!! 1......2......Kickout!! Almost had him by surprise!"

V.A.: "Canyeta can beat you at any minute, any second! The man is so ringwise, but yet Anarky is also! I can't pick a winner for this one!" J.S.: "The winner would be the fans if they were intelligent enough to appreciate their talent!"

T.R.: "Anarky is up and angry but Canyeta catches him with a stiff forearm and whips him in! Tilt-o-whirl backbreaker, beautifully done! Canyeta applies a sleeper hold!! Anarky is fairly close to the ropes!!"

V.A.: "All he has to do is throw his leg over and he's safe!"

T.R.: "And he did just that! Anarky releases the hold and stomps viciously at Canyeta, who rolls out of the ring! Anarky follows! Anarky is on the apron and OHHH!! A big elbowdrop to the floor!! That really hurt Canyeta, and may have hurt Anarky as well as he landed hard on the floor! Anarky is up slowly and he has some choice words for the fans at ringside! Anarky pulls Canyeta up and runs him backfirst into the steel post! Ouch!"

V.A.: "And Fields is counting away in the ring!"

T.R.: "And Anarky notices this and rolls him into the ring! Anarky is mounting the turnbuckles! He's up top!! He leaps, and misses with a flying guillotine legdrop!! Anarky lands on his rearend and Canyeta gets to his feet! Anarky is up and rushes him!! Canyeta grabs him and hits a deadly spinebuster!! Canyeta makes the throat slash gesture!! This could be it here!!"

V.A.: "He's going for the Cutter!!"

T.R.: "NO!! Anarky blocks it and manuevers himself to hit a German suplex and a bridge on Canyeta!! 1.....2.....No!! So close!! Now Anarky signals that it's over and he pulls Canyeta up!! Scoop piledriver!!"

V.A.: "Two guys are running to the ring!!"

T.R.: "And somebody is following them very slowly, that's Doc Silver!! I didn't know he was here tonight! And the guys running to the ring are 'Ybok' and 'Jamar', the two thugs that Silver employs!" J.S.: "What the hell kind of name is 'Ybok'?"

T.R.: "Don't ask me! The two guys roll into the ring and they attack Anarky, and Fields is going to call a DQ for this one! Silver is not entering the ring and Anarky is fighting off 'Ybok' and 'Jamar'!! He plants a huge right on one and the other takes a kick to the groin! And Anarky slides out of the ring and he's off after Doc Silver!! Silver is out of here!! He disappears behind the curtain as Anarky is in hot pursuit!!"

J.S.: "Hey I just realized Canyeta gave the idiot fans what they wanted, a screwjob finish! Smart move!"

V.A.: "I believe 'Ybok' and 'Jamar' were here to save Canyeta's hide, NOT to entertain the fans!"

J.S.: "Oh you're just jealous because you're not that smart!"

T.R.: "Anyways, Anarky gets the DQ win over Carlos Canyeta, and Canyeta is leaving with his two thugs, and who knows where Anarky and Silver ran off to! Time for a break, we will be back live from Des Moines!"

(CUT-TO: Ricky Kabe's locker room as he prepares for his match with Michael Kerrigan. Kabe is doing push-ups and then he stands up and looks into the mirror, adjusting his hair. Billy Matthews can be seen in the reflection, sitting on a bench with his eyes on the floor. Fade to a commercial for the newest FWF action figures, Anarky, Carlos Canyeta, and Brian Lawler.)

(The camera comes back from commercial and pans the crowd. The truck seems to be encouraging the cameramen to find the hottest girls in the arena, and they have suceeded. A girl who looks to be about 18 or 19 in a tight black tank top blows a kiss at the camera, as another cameraman finds three pretty young things waving and screaming into the camera, all wearing New Breed T-shirts rolled up and tied at the mid-riff. Another cameraman finds an extremely obese woman taking up two seats mauling a tray of nachos, and she drops them when she notices she is on camera. CUT-TO: Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring)

PAUL KRAMER: "In our next match, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: "Real Solution Number 9" by White Zombie) "From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 225lbs., MICHAEL "THE DRAGON" KERRIGAN!!"

(The crowd pops with cheers as Kerrigan makes his way to ringside with a serious look, slapping a few hands here and there, wearing red and white long tights resembling the Canadian flag)

P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "Counterfeiter" by Limp Biskit) "From Champaign, Illinois, weighing in at 265lbs., RICKY KABE!!"

(The Des Moines crowd explodes with boos as Kabe bursts through the curtain, shouting at the crowd and pointing to himself, who he thinks is the only real wrestler in the FWF. Kabe walks around the ring yelling at the fans as they yell back, some throwing cups and other assorted junk. Kabe stalls bigtime as he shouts at Kerrigan in the ring and once again turns to the fans to take more abuse. Kerrigan has none of this as he leaps up on the ropes and hits a springboard plancha on Kabe on the floor)

TONY ROSS: "HOLY COW!! What a move by Kerrigan!!"

VICTOR ALVAREZ: "That's what Kabe gets for stalling!"

JAKE SHADES: "Of course Kerrigan had to do it from BEHIND!!"

T.R.: "Kabe is already at a severe disadvantage because of that move! He is really hurt!"

V.A.: "Well, we know that Kabe is part of a new alliance with Billy and Brian Matthews, but I wonder what were the true motives behind it! There are rumors flying that Matthews and Kabe went to the same high school in Chicago, so a childhood friendship may have been rekindled to take out the FWF hierarchy!"

T.R.: "Well, Kabe has his hands full here with Kerrigan, and the last thing on his mind is the pact with the Matthews Brothers! But I have been told that we will hear from Billy Matthews tonight before his match! Fans, if you weren't in Hartford, you missed a spectacular violent match between Kerrigan and Joe Massacre, and I can't believe both of those men are fighting here tonight! Kerrigan in control as he dumps Kabe back into the ring! He knees Kabe in the face and goes up top!! Flying elbowdrop!! He nailed him!! 1.....2......Ohhhh!!! So close!!"

V.A.: "Kerrigan wants a quick one here, and he may be motivated by the way Ricky Kabe treated him on the FWF Awards Cruise, there was some tension between these two guys!"

T.R.: "Yes I do remember that!"

J.S.: "Please don't remind me of that damn cruise! I would have had a better time if I spent my vacation in South Central LA!"

T.R.: "Yeah right! Kerrigan continues to work on Kabe as he drags him to his feet and hits a side backbreaker! He follows it up with a splash!! 1.....2.....Another kickout!"

V.A.: "Kerrigan is wrestling with a lot more vigor and a kick in his step lately! Something has been really motivating him!"

T.R.: "I want to know who the mysterious Dark Man in his latest interviews!"

J.S.: "It's his doctor treating him for Erectile Disorder!"

T.R.: "And you would be an ardent expert on that subject! Kerrigan pulls Kabe up and he sets him for the powerbomb, but Kabe blocks and flips Kerrigan back! Kabe falls into the turnbuckles and takes a breather!"

V.A.: "Kerrigan simply cannot underestimate Kabe! He is not the Rookie of The Year for no reason! He held the Frontier Title briefly, but I expect much more from him!"

J.S.: "The only reason he won that titles back is because Rabesque paid off the entire..."

T.R.: "Enough of your conspiracy theories! Kabe collects himself and hits a hard kneelift on Kerrigan! Kerrigan checks his nose for blood! Kabe drags him slowly to his feet and hits a couple hard rights before bouncing him off the ropes! Kabe hits him with a hard knee and Kerrigan does a flip! Kabe raises his arms and taunts the crowd and they respond in force with boos!"

V.A.: "Kabe and Matthews may have made themselves the most hated wrestlers in the FWF after that attack on the three most popular wrestlers here!"

J.S.: "Yeah, I love how these idiots boo them when they had the guts to come out and take those jackholes out! I applaud them for their courage!"

T.R.: "Kabe drops an elbow and covers! 1...2...No! Kabe rams Kerrigan's head off the mat a few times by the hair, and now he's arguing with Stu Fields! Kabe pulls him up and slams him down and then runs his boot across the head of Kerrigan! Kabe parades around the ring giving the fans some more grief!"

V.A.: "You know, Kabe cannot worry about the fans here! Kerrigan is a dangerous man and he proved that by outlasting Massacre in that brutal match in Hartford!"

T.R.: "Kabe returns to Kerrigan but Kerrigan gets to his knees and hits a series of rights and lefts to the ribs! The fans encourage Kerrigan to get to his feet and he chops the chest of Kabe viciously, who flies back into the ropes! Kerrigan clotheslines him up and over! Kabe almost lands on his neck!! Geez!!"

J.S.: "Kerrigan is only here to injure Kabe! This jerk doesn't care about winning! I bet Rabesque paid Kerrigan to pull this crap!"

V.A.: "Kabe did land awkwardly but he appears to be OK, but Kerrigan is setting him up in the ring!"

T.R.: "Kerrigan gets a running start and dives through the ropes!! OH WOW!! Both men careen into the steel railing and it looks like Kerrigan hit shoulderfirst, but he did get a good piece of Kabe and both men are down!"

J.S.: "I guess Rabesque paid Kerrigan to hurt himself, too!!"

T.R.: "Both men are lying lifeless on the floor as Stu Fields begins the count! Neither man is stirring as Kerrigan lies face down on the floor with Kabe next to him! They almost pushed that railing into the second row! These fans take their lives into their own hands when they sit up front!"

J.S.: "It doesn't matter, they probably won the tickets from some hayseed radio station here!"

T.R.: "Shades, this happens to be the largest city in Iowa, by no means is this a podunk one-horse town!"

J.S.: "The biggest city in Iowa, eh? That's like saying you're the biggest champion in the IWF!"

T.R.: "Come on Shades, no insults on other leagues! We already had IWF President Chris Horowitz out here running his mouth at the Pay-Per-View! Well, it looks like Fields is going to hit 10 here and he calls for the bell! We got a double countout and Kabe is up and he realizes it! He goes ballistic! He starts kciking the railing and ring steps! He's having a fit!"

V.A.: "He's picking up the ring steps!! He's going to throw them on Kerrigan!"

T.R.: "Kerrigan is up and OHHH!!!! Kabe threw the steps at Kerrigan and he got sandwiched between them and the ring apron!! Good Lord!! As if this isn't enough, Kabe is now stomping at Kerrigan on the floor! Kerrigan could be seriously hurt down there, as if his match with Massacre wasn't enough!"

V.A.: "Look at Kabe, he is possessed! He can't stand it when he doesn't win!"

T.R.: "Well, he didn't lose either! Wait a minute!! The crowd is reacting and here comes Jean Rabesque!! He comes charging to the ring and he pulls Kabe away from Kerrigan!! Kabe and Rabesque are absolutely blistering each other with rights!! What a fight!! Rabesque kicks him in the stomach and DDTs him on the floor!! The crowd is roaring in approval!! Kabe is not moving! Rabesque is getting some revenge here!"

J.S.: "I knew it, I knew it!! I knew that French Canadian fairy was in on this!! He was using Kerrigan as a pawn and since he couldn't get the job done, he had to come out and attack Kabe from behind himself! What a piece of garbage!"

T.R.: "Well, the fans don't share your opinion, Shades! Rabesque rolls into the ring and takes the mic from Kramer! Kerrigan is getting to his feet and is limping badly, he may be injured severely, but at least he got up!"

JEAN RABESQUE: "Hey Kerrigan, you DO have somebody watching your back."

(Rabesque throws the mic down and assists Kerrigan to the back)

J.S.: "Well, that makes me want to puke!"

T.R.: "We always knew there was some sort of bond between Rabesque and Kerrigan, both Canadians who respect each other, but now that bond is played out on Battleground, as Rabesque helps Kerrigan away from the ring! Fans, let's take it to the back where Billy Matthews is ready to speak from his locker room!"

(The cameras fade to the back in Billy Matthews' locker room. He's sitting up against a locker in his dressing room. The lights are dimmed, as he mentally prepares for his match with Joe Massacre and Brian Lawler later on. He slowly opens his eyes and looks to the camera. As if resting still, his eyes flutter between closed, open, and anything in between. Softly and slowly he speaks.)

BILLY MATTHEWS: "The question nowadays for Billy Matthews seems to be, 'Why?' You ignorant fools don't seem to grasp a simple concept..."

(His eyes open and he stares deeply into the camera. His eyes begin to fill with a mild rage.)

B.M.: "WHY WHAT! What the hell do you people want from me! Why did I attack Jean Rabesque, Nevada Smith, and Stone Wolf? Why was Brian Matthews there? Why was Ricky Kabe there, and what the hell does he have to do with things? Why did I turn on the millions of fans? And why at WarGames of all times?"

(He slinks back, farther leaning against the locker. His eyes roll back into his head as they close. A few moments pass with nothing but complete silence. With an ice breaking clearing of his throat, he continues.)

B.M.: "Why did I become, as the wrestling smarts like to say, 'heel?' To the millions that ponder such a question...I didn't! You changed the label, not me! Maybe I'm the only fan favorite left, maybe not, but either way, I'm still Billy Matthews, and Rabesque, Stone Wolf, and Nevada will all fall in time, regardless of how you worthless kids label me. Why did I attack Jean, Nevada, and Stone Wolf? It's damned simple...they stole my fans. These 'diehard' Billy Matthews fans left me for trash like Nevada, Jean, and Stone Wolf. You kids on the outside have to realize that I'm not the bad guy here, it's them. They all have egos the size of the world...I NEVER threw my ego in, so I guess that's why I missed the fan boat. Oh well...I don't need the freaking fans anyway. Oh, and why at WarGames...(He sneers delightfully and contracts and evil grin to follow.)...because it was soooo good. No one ever dreamed of the beloved Billy Matthews beating the life from the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th biggest fan favorites in the FWF..."

(He begins to lie flat on the floor, and draw an arm over his eyes. He's soon thereafter interrupted by a voice of a camera crewmember) OTIS SAWYER: "Uhh...excuse me, Mr. Matthews. Mr. Malec sent us back to get an explanation out of you. He wants to know what the ordeal with Kabe and Brian is all about."

B.M.: "DAMN IT! Don't you people die! Christ! Fine...Malec...you want answers...here it goes. Fade back five to ten years, back to when I was in high school. Attending a high school in a suburb of Chicago were my brother and I, but also attending was the third piece of the puzzle...Ricky Kabe. Kabe wasn't really my friend, he was Brian's. Don't get my wrong...cause I know you stupid smarts like to twist things...don't get me wrong, Kabe and I were on the same page, but Brian was the link between us three. Now, fade to the recent past, about the time the FWF made some executive decisions to relocate and make a transition. A time when I single handedly carried this company. Anyway, who should appear in the FWF, but none other than Ricky Kabe. Now, Christ, Malec, you should have put two and two together and got at least three. Who came into your office that day and said 'Malec, I've got this kid that can help us out. He doesn't have a lot of experience, but he'll be on top of this company before you know it.' It was me, dumbass! I brought Kabe here, because Brian asked me to...Brian would have but you threw him to the gutter. You misued him worse than teenager does a condom. He's still recovering from a back injury because of your stupid ass. Now, for the final piece, why did he help me when he was so fine on his own? He and Brian both saw it before I did. Rabesque, Nevada, and StoneWolf were parasites, they leeched me. Brian did a little Tonya Harding for Ricky a while back on a BattleGround, so I guess Ricky owed him one. Brian's the mastermind here, Malec. He's the glue. Fact is this Malec...Brian's still here...Ricky's still here...and I'm still here...and the worst part is not only that we'll be here a long time, but that we'll be here watching each others back."

(Fade to Commercial)

(The camera comes back from commercial and the scene is the locker room where Brian Lawler is having a neck brace applied after the piledriver he suffered at the hands of Billy Matthews and Ricky Kabe. FWF Co-Owner Joe Lebron is there as well as an FWF physician)

JOE LEBRON: "Brian, it's obvious that you cannot go tonight. You have two jammed verterbrae and there's no way I can let you into that ring tonight."

BRIAN LAWLER: "Isn't that what your insurance is for, Joey?"

J.L.: "They will cancel us if I let you go in there like that!"

B.L.: "I don't care, I'll sign a waiver, I'll do whatever it takes! Consider the FWF not responsible for my health! I HAVE to have a piece of Matthews, you understand?"

J.L.: "OK, I don't like this at all, but I will get you a waiver. This is your decision, Lawler, not mine. You just returned to the FWF and you are already risking permanent injury."

B.L.: "That's a chance I'm gonna have to take, and when I take chances, I usually win!"

(CUT-TO: The back parking lot. The camera is focused on the buildings of Downtown Des Moines when a loud motorcycle roar is heard. Jean Rabesque walks in front of the camera, already in his wrestling tights, and he is waiting for the motorcycle to arrive. The noise gets quite loud as a Harley Davidson Fat Boy roars into the parking lot, with the rider obviously revealed as Nevada Smith. Rabesque looks irritated as Nevada stops the bike inches from his feet and drops the kickstand. He pulls out a large Cohiba cigar and lights it up)

JEAN RABESQUE: "Where the hell have you been??"

NEVADA SMITH: "I had to take care a' some business, don't sweat it." J.R.: "What business?"

N.S.: "None a' yours..."

J.R.: "Well do you realize that Lawler has already been attacked and probably has a broken neck for all I know? They got him locked up in the physicians room and they won't even tell me what the deal is!"

N.S.: (takes a puff) "And who may I ask did this?"

J.R.: "Matthews and Kabe! I already kicked Kabe's ass for trying to maim Kerrigan about 10 minutes ago!"

N.S.: "Matty and Kabe eh? What a surprise. Ya know, I was never a big fan of Lawler's, but I guess I owe the guy for saving our ass at Wargames when that big goon Massacre ran in. (puffs his stogie) So you been playin' the hero, huh? (laughs)"

J.R.: "This ain't funny, man, you were supposed to be here over an hour ago!"

N.S.: "Look, I ain't gotta explain myself to ya, ya ain't my dad. I got enough to worry about with Sagey tonight. You want to go kick some ass? Let's go kick some ass..."

(Nevada dismounts the Harley and walks behind the angered Rabesque as they reenter the back of the arena. CUT-TO: Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring)

PAUL KRAMER: "Our next event is a Three-Way Dance!! First, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: "White Slavery" by Type O Negative) "From Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 265lbs., JOE MASSACRE!! He is accompanied by Number One Fan!"

(The crowd boos loudly as Massacre make his way to the ring with a dark look in his eyes. Number One Fan walks slowly behind him wearing a black leather bra and tight black spandex pants)

P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "Unforgiven" by Metallica) "From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 201lbs., BILLY MATTHEWS!!"

(The crowd erupts in boos as Matthews walks to the ring, staring angrily out at the crowd and waves at them in disgust. He climbs into the ring and doesn't even look at Massacre)

P.K.: "And finally, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: "Desperado" by The Eagles) "From Memphis, Tennessee, weighing in at 257lbs., BRIAN LAWLER!!"

(The crowd pops huge as Lawler emerges from the curtain wearing the neck brace shown earlier. At his side is Jean Rabesque, who seems to be trying to convince Lawler to not take part in this match. Rabesque walks all the way down with him and Lawler is adamant about getting into the ring. Rabesque finally gives up as Lawler gets up on the apron and salutes the fans, in obvious pain)

TONY ROSS: "Fans, you saw that vicious attack earlier by Kabe and Matthews on Lawler, piledriving him onto the hood of his own truck, but man, I have to question Lawler's sanity here! But I do admire his courage!"

VICTOR ALVAREZ: "Lawler is going to wrestle with damaged vertebrae in his neck, and this could be career-ending! But we know that Lawler is incredibly tough!"

JAKE SHADES: "And incredibly stupid! If Matthews doesn't kill him, Joe Massacre will!"

T.R.: "The bell rings and Lawler goes right after Matthews! This is amazing! Lawler is in incredible pain as he thrashes at Matthews! Massacre is looking on with amusement! He grabs Lawler from behind and holds him up high for a back suplex but Lawler somehow flips out of it and levels Massacre with a clothesline!! Matthews rushes him and Lawler grabs him and hits a huge kneelift!! Listen to this crowd!! Lawler is fired up but then he favors his neck!"

V.A.: "I can't see Lawler surviving here!"

J.S.: "Lawler is going to be eliminated from the FWF before he even got started! I love it!"

T.R.: "Don't speak so soon! Lawler is in control here! He lifts Matthews up and slams him down! Again, he favors that injured neck! Massacre is up and he has a score to settle with Lawler as well! Lawler destroyed Massacre with his own bolt cutters at the Pay-Per-view! Massacre comes at Lawler and Lawler turns and boots him right in the jaw! I cannot believe he's holding his own in there!"

V.A.: "But for how long!?"

J.S.: "Til right now!! Ha ha ha!!"

T.R.: "Matthews just kicked Lawler from behind and he collided with the turnbuckle! Matthews charges in with chops and kicks, but Lawler is firing back with his own soupbone rights!! Matthews is stunned and Lawler kicks him down to the mat!! Now Lawler is on top of him and whaling away at Matthews!! This crowd is in a total frenzy!! Look at Rabesque at ringside encouraging him on!"

V.A.: "The presence of Jean Rabesque and this electric crowd is making Lawler forget about the pain!"

T.R.: "Here comes Massacre! He pulls Lawler off of Matthews and nails him in the back of the head! He rams Lawler's head into the turnbuckle! Lawler is in agony here! Massacre lifts him up and hits a back suplex right on his neck!! How brutal!!"

V.A.: "We could be seeing the last of Brian Lawler here!!"

J.S.: "And how sweet it is!! I need a cigar!!"

T.R.: "Lawler is in the proverbial Lion's Den in there, as both Matthews and Massacre are working together on him! Rabesque is beside himself on the outside! Matthews has his boot buried in Lawler's neck as Massacre pounds away at his stomach! I knew this would catch up to Lawler, these guys are too much!"

V.A.: "Will Lawler give up, knowing his career could be on the line!?"

T.R.: "Rabesque needs to get him out of there!! Matthews is doing tremendous damage to that neck! Both men lift Lawler up and thrust him into the corner and Massacre lifts his boot up and plants it on the neck of Lawler! I can't believe he lasted this long!"

V.A.: "This crowd is screaming for Rabesque to get in there, but he doesn't want to cost Lawler the match!"

T.R.: "And his career would be a better thing to lose?? Oh no, what are they going to do now!! Noo!!!! A piledriver!! OHHHHHH!!! They planted him!! Lawler is lying there motionless and Rabesque is on the apron, he grabbed a towel from the ring attendant and he throws it in there!! He wants Lawler out of there! The referee is calling for the bell! Rabesque has thrown in the towel for Lawler and I don't blame him at all! The crowd has almost fallen silent!"

V.A.: "Referee Stu Fields has cleared Matthews and Massacre back as Rabesque is checking on him! He's yelling for some EMTs and here they come!"

J.S.: (Shades hums the "Taps" funeral dirge)

T.R.: "Enough, you sick excuse for a human being! They're going to load Lawler onto the stretcher! They bring it into the ring as Fields continues to keep Matthews and Massacre back! They lift Lawler onto it, and they stabilize his neck! Rabesque helps the EMTs lift the stretcher out, but not before he shoots a look of death at Matthews!"

V.A.: "And Matthews immediately attacks Massacre! Remember, we still have a match here!"

T.R.: "Matthews is tearing into the much larger Massacre with big rights and lefts! Matthews whips him in and hits a big dropkick! And there goes Lawler away from ringside! He will be taken to a hospital and I hope we can find out how badly injured he is before the show ends!"

J.S.: "Screw the hospital, take him straight to the funeral home!"

T.R.: "Oh wait now! Number One Fan has hopped up on the apron and she begins shaking her assets! She's doing a little dance and Matthews is smiling at her! Massacre is up and he's about to charge Matthews! Fields is trying to get her off the apron!"

V.A.: "Brian Matthews just flew in out of nowhere!! He has what looks like a pair of bolt cutters! How ironic!! Ohhh!!"

T.R.: "Brian just hit Massacre from behind with the bolt cutters right in the head! Massacre drops like a rock in the ocean! Number One Fan sees this and begins screaming at Fields to look, but Brian is already out of the ring like lightning! Matthews blows a kiss at Number One Fan and pulls Massacre to the corner and climbs up top! There it is, his shooting star press!! 1.....2......3!! Matthews pulls this one off with the help of his brother!"

V.A.: "Brian used Massacre's own weapon of choice to take him out, and this may be the message the Matthews Brothers are giving out to the FWF, they will do anything to win from here on in!"

J.S.: "You know, I thought Matthews was a total punk before, but maybe he listened to me on the shows, and he understands now how to succeed and how to be a great wrestler! The fans don't count for jack in the Win column, and he has learned well! I'm just too happy about Lawler being taken to the meat wagon!"

(CUT-TO: The back entrance. Brian Lawler is shown being loaded into the ambulance as Jean Rabesque looks on in disgust. The doors slam shut and the ambulance speeds away into the Des Moines night. Rabesque sighs and walks back into the arena. What he sees shocks the hell out of him, as Nevada Smith has intercepted Billy Matthews in the back and is beating the life from him. Security and Des Moines police officers rush in to break it up)

JEAN RABESQUE: "Yeah, real good guys! Real good! Where the hell were you earlier when Lawler was getting double teamed in the parking lot, at Krispy Kreme!? Get off of him!"

(Rabesque tries to pull some security guys off of Nevada, but more security grabs Rabesque and pulls him away. Nevada is screaming expletives at the cops as Matthews is dragged away. Fade to commercial.)

(The camera fades back from commercial. Otis Sawyer is in the back and he is following behind Asylum, as he walks through the back, yelling out 'DAISY!' every once in a while and looking behind things for her. He is carrying his barbed wire baseball bat. He opens a door which turns out to be a backstage ladies room. Screams are heard from inside and Asylum then looks in a garbage can to no avail. CUT-TO: The inside of the arena. The camera does a slow pan of the wild Des Moines crowd. Many people are acting like maniacs to get on camera, and several close-ups of the kids in the crowd are shown. CUT-TO: Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring)

PAUL KRAMER: "Our next match is for the Extreme Ring!! It is Falls Count Anywhere!! First, coming to the ring, the challenger," (CUE-UP: "Where Boys Fear To Tread" by The Smashing Pumpkins) "From New York City, weighing in at 235lbs., MINION!!"

(The crowd boos loudly as Minion stalks to the ring, ignoring the fans and wearing a black 'MINION LIVES' T-shirt and black tights)

P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "Hands of Death" by Rob Zombie and Alice Cooper) "From the King County Sanitarium, weighing in at 220lbs., he is the Extreme Ring Holder, ASYLUM!!"

(The crowd boos even louder as Asylum walks to the ring, carrying his bat, and shouting out his self-important propaganda at the fans. He looks extremely angry as he climbs into the ring)

TONY ROSS: "This should be a very violent match, as if we haven't seen enough violence here tonight!"

JAKE SHADES: "As much as I respect both of these men, I don't want to see them tear each other apart, but I guess I'm going to have to sit here and endure it! Woe is me!"

VICTOR ALVAREZ: "The rumor going around the back is that Minion is no longer associated with Abel Wicks, Golem, and Draven. Draven was given his release after the Pay-Per-View, due to his medical condition. I guess Minion is going to try and cut it on his own!" T.R.: "Here we go! Minion and Asylum begin to circle each other like two Roman gladiators forced to fight for the emperor!"

J.S.: "And that emperor is the corrupt and power-hungry Scott Malec, forcing these two great athletes to main each other in a hardcore match!"

T.R.: "I'm not going to repeat myself, Shades! Asylum strikes the first blow as he kicks Minion in the knee and applies a headlock and begins punching the face of Minion! Asylum rakes his eyes and runs him headfirst into the turnbuckle!"

V.A.: "I wonder if that barbed wire bat will come into play!"

J.S.: "Come on Vic, that's like asking if a table is going to be involved here!"

T.R.: "Asylum tries a German suplex but Minion flips out of it! Asylum ducks his clothesline, spins Minion around, kicks him in the gut, goes for a powerbomb but Minion hits a face slam from midair!! What a series of moves! Now Minion is on top and choking Asylum! Both of these men define the word extreme!"

V.A.: "Let's see if these two don't end each other's career in this match! Asylum has taken and absorbed some tremendous beatings in the last few matches, and you can tell from the bruises and scars! That chair shot he took from Black Sage at the Pay-Per-view was stunningly brutal!"

T.R.: "And you can see the scar on his face with that close up angle! Minion lets off Asylum and turns to the crowd and stares at them icily! He pulls Asylum up, and I don't know how well Asylum will function without Daisy, his valet who has been kidnapped by the Backyard Brigade!"

J.S.: "Those backyard kids make me sick! If ANYBODY should have kidnapped Daisy, it should have been ME!"

T.R.: "Why don't you go try and save her!? You already tried to save Rusti Spears tonight! Minion hits a crisp dropkick on Asylum and that sends him out of the ring! Asylum gets to his feet quickly though, just in time to catch Minion diving over the ropes with a somersault plancha!! Wow!! The crowd is impressed with that one! Minion is no worse for wear as he quickly gets to his feet and grabs Asylum in a side headlock! Ohhh!! He's going for a tornado DDT!! He uses the railing for a springboard but Asylum throws him off and Minion lands right on his rearend on the floor!! Ouch!"

V.A.: "Didn't take long for this one to go to the floor, eh?"

J.S.: "That's where I like it! That's where all the ladies find their dresses after a long night with me!"

T.R.: "Oh, you even dress up your blowup dolls, baldy? Minion is favoring his backside as Asylum shakes it off and charges Minion with a clothesline! Asylum climbs the apron and ohhh!!! Guillotine legdrop onto Minion on the floor!!"

V.A.: "Joe Massacre is running to the ring! What is he doing here!?"

T.R.: "Massacre nails Asylum from behind! We saw Massacre help Minion out in the Wargames, so is this a new team that has been created? Massacre has already reunited with Troy Martinez, so this could be bad news for the FWF! Massacre grabs Asylum's bat!"

V.A.: "And this could be bad news for Asylum!"

T.R.: "Massacre jams it in Asylum's gut and then hits him over the back with it! This is all legal because this is No DQ! Massacre takes one last shot and rolls Asylum back into the ring! Massacre pulls Minion up and rolls him back in as well! Massacre walks away laughing and he thinks this one is over! Minion slowly crawls over and throws an arm over Asylum!! 1............2...........Kickout!! How in the world did Asylum do it!?"

V.A.: "Asylum's pain threshold is out of this world! He can seemingly take much more than a normal human being!"

T.R.: "Massacre disappears behind the curtain and unfortunately for Minion, his interference did not help! Minion staggers to his feet and rolls out of the ring! He goes over to the timekeeper's table and throws the bell off of it! He pulls the table over to ringside!"

J.S.: "Here we go!!"

T.R.: "Minion lines the table up with the apron and rolls back into the ring! He grabs Asylum and hauls him out to the apron! Asylum is bleeding in several places! Minion hooks him up!! Oh my God!!!"

(The announcers pause as the crowd goes crazy for the move)

T.R.: "Minion just dragon suplexed him through the table on the floor!! Incredible!!"

V.A.: "We may see the Ring excahanging hands here tonight!"

J.S.: "Either way I will be happy!"

T.R.: "Minion pulls himself from the wreckage and covers Asylum!! 1....2......JUST BARELY KICKED OUT!! HOW!!?? Asylum is made of rubber!! Minion cannot believe it! Minion starts digging under the ring, and he comes up with another table!!"

J.S.: "Amazing!"

T.R.: "Minion sets it up as he lays it across the railing and the ring apron! It's perpendicular to the ring as Minion pulls Asylum to his feet! He punches Asylum a few times and lays him on the table, and hits him some more for good measure! Minion goes up on the apron, no....he's going up top!! What is he going to do!?"

V.A.: "Possibly redefine extreme!!"

T.R.: "Minion sets himself!! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! A 360 splash...MISSED!!!"

(The crowd gets the "Holy Sh!t" chant going)

V.A.: "Asylum just barely rolled out of the way and Minion went crashing through that table after that spectacular move!!"

J.S.: "What in the hell are these guys doing here!!?"

T.R.: "The BYW Brigade is running to the ring!! Minus Whitedust, Robot Boy, and Scottish Larry! They must still be holding Daisy somewhere! There must be 8 or 9 of these guys!"

J.S.: "How do you even know the names of the ones that aren't here!?"

T.R.: "Because they're the ones who actually are contracted to wrestle in the FWF! These BYW guys swarm Asylum, but Asylum reaches for his bat laying on the floor, and he wades into the pile!! Holy smokes!! Asylum is tearing them all apart!! What a beating!! He's screaming that he wants his property back, and I assume that property is Daisy!!"

V.A.: "Here comes security to restrain these BYW guys! They have no business here!"

T.R.: "Asylum could have killed them all!! Asylum turns his attention back to Minion, lying lifeless on the floor! Asylum drags him to his feet and rolls him back into the ring!! Asylum drops an elbow and then goes to the top rope!! The Falling Into Madness shooting star press!! 1........2.........3!! Another brutal match won by Asylum!! Asylum is barely able to stand up and absorb the fact that he won!"

J.S.: "Like I said, either way was fine for me, and I'm happy for Asylum! Now it's time to take care of that rambling idiot Black Sage and avenge that loss!"

V.A.: "Now who is this running to ringside!?"

T.R.: "It's Whitedust of the BYW Brigade tag team!! I guess he was here!! He grabs a chair and nails Asylum from behind!! Jesus!! It's like Asylum didn't even feel it!! Asylum gives chase and Whitedust runs for his life!!"

V.A.: "I can't believe Asylum can even run after that match! Look at how bloody he is!"

J.S.: "He's gonna end that little retard's life! Get em!!"

T.R.: "We got our trusty cameraman Otis Sawyer on the scene in back! He's chasing after Asylum and Whitedust! Listen to Asylum scream for his property back! They're out in the parking lot and they run past a Winnebago and OHHH!! It's another horde of BYW kids!! They all jump Asylum from behind the Winnebago!! Look at them all! Asylum is not going to fight his way out of this one!! They are putting the boots to him!!"

V.A.: "One of them has some kind of picture, and three of them are holding Asylum in a camel clutch, and they're rubbing the picture in his face! I hope Otis can get a closeup of that!"

(The BYW Kids let off of the bloody Asylum, and they all jump into the Winnebago and it backs up and leaves. Sawyer moves closer with the camera and zooms in on the picture. It is a picture of Daisy being baptized back into Christianity. Fade to Commercial)

(The camera comes back from commercial and the outside of the Veterans memorial Coliseum is shown. CUT-TO: Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring)

PAUL KRAMER: "Our next match is for the National Tag Team Titles!! First, coming to the ring, the challengers," (CUE-UP: "When Worlds Collide" by Poweman 5000) "From Whitelandia, USA, at a combined weight of 535lbs., PREPPY AND DA HOMEBOY, THE ODD COUPLE!!"

(The crowd mostly boos as the Odd Couple jog to ringside, not really paying attention to the fans as they seem to be discussing match strategies with each other)

P.K.: "And their opponents," (CUE-UP: "New Breed" by Fear Factory) "From Raleigh, North Carlolina, weighing in at 211lbs., DARREN MACMILLAN!! His partner, from Duluth, Minnesota, weighing in at 215lbs., "ICEMAN" KEVIN KEARNS!! They are the FWF National Tag Team Champions, THE NEW BREED!! They are accompanied by Miss Thang!!"

(The crowd roars as the New Breed come through the curtains with Miss Thang following closely behind. She walks around in front of them, and she goes down to one knee and speads her arms in front of them, as she presents them to the camera. The tag champions walk to the ring and seem to be mocking the Odd Couple who are standing awaiting their arrival. Just then, FWF CO-Owner Scott Malec comes through the curtains with the microphone and the crowd reacts. Malec walks to ringside and climbs into the ring and begins to talk)

SCOTT MALEC: "Before we get this little match underway, I'd like to make a special announcement. (Looks at the New Breed) You know guys, ever since you got here in the FWF, Joe Lebron and myself have bent over backwards to make you guys happy. We've done everything we can to please you two guys and Black Sage, and I'm afraid I may have compromised other wrestlers in the process and I am not happy with that. Earlier tonight, Kevin Kearns, you went and performed an unprovoked attack on Copycat in the parking lot, breaking three of his fingers. Well, I'm just not going to tolerate my employees running around with the intent to injure. If you want to make your statement, you make it in the ring, got it?"

(Kearns walks up to Malec and yells into the microphone)

KEVIN KEARNS: "Too bad! Turnabout is fair play!"

S.M.: "Kearns, this is too much. I hereby am suspending you indefinitely, until Joe and I talk about how we are going to handle this . (crowd boos loudly) But since these people paid to see you wrestle tonight, Kearns, you will do just that! This match will go on as advertised, and after the match, you begin your suspension." (The New Breed and Miss Thang are showing how upset they are in a very animated way and Darren Macmillan grabs the mic from Malec)

DARREN MACMILLAN: "That's bull(FCC) Malec!! You let the rest of the roster run wild but you're gonna suspend Kevin?? What about Matthews? He piledrived Lawler on top of a truck and you're just gonna let that go?? What the hell do you call that crap??"

(Macmillan tosses the mic back to Malec)

S.M.: "Your point is well taken, Macmillan, and I have already made a decision regarding that situation. Billy Matthews is suspended from the FWF World Title tournament!"

(The crowd roars. Macmillan takes the mic back)

D.M.: "OK, that's all great and stuff, but how the hell am I supposed to defend the titles without a partner?"

S.M.: "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, because tonight, you have to worry about the Odd Couple."

(With that, the Odd Couple hits Kearns and Macmillan from behind which sends Malec rushing out of the ring)

T.R.: "I don't believe this! Kevin Kearns has been suspended for his brutal attack on Copycat earlier tonight, but Matthews has been suspended from the World Title tournament! What a blockbuster!"

V.A.: "I have to say that both men deserved it, and Malec is right, they should keep it in the ring!"

J.S.: "Oh, quit kissing ass you brownoser! Of course Malec has to suspend Matthews, we can't have one of the real talents in this federation winning the World Title, let's give it to an idiot like Rabesque!"

T.R.: "In the ring, The Odd Couple are cleaning house on the New Breed! Homeboy whips Kearns in and hits a spinebuster!! Wow!! Preppy tries for a suplex, but it's blocked! Macmillan reverses with a snap suplex! Macmillan charges over and hits Homeboy with a flying clothesline! He doesn't go down, but he falls back through the ropes and out of the ring! Macmillan helps Kearns to his feet and the crowdis on it's feet!"

V.A.: "Macmillan appears to be very angry about this whole situation and is going to take it out on the Odd Couple!"

J.S.: "He's not even the one that got suspended!"

T.R.: "Homeboy pulls his 300 pound frame up on the apron as Preppy and Macmillan wil start it off! Macmillan throws some insults but Preppy ignores it and they lock up! Preppy with a sideheadlock but Macmillan sweeps the leg and breaks it! Macmillan goes for an elbow but misses! Preppy is up for an armdrag into an armbar!"

V.A.: "Preppy is a good technical wrestler while Macmillan is basically a high flyer, so we'll see how the two styles clash! Preppy has been known to take to the skies too!"

J.S.: "And what's with these two idiots lately! Are they changing overnight!? They've been acting all serious, and who knows what they did to those cows in that last promo they did!"

T.R.: "Preppy holds that armbar as Macmillan rises to his feet! Macmillan with a go-behind reversal but Preppy throws an elbow and he hits Macmillan right in the nose! Macmillan staggers back and Preppy comes off the ropes with a flying forearm! He nailed Macmillan! Preppy goes over and tags the big Homeboy!"

V.A.: "Homeboy is a big power brawler from Brooklyn, and he may just take Macmillan apart here!"

J.S.: "I ceratinly hope so, do the world a favor Homeboy!"

T.R.: "Homeboy comes in and bludgeons the back of Macmillan! he pulls him up and whips him into the corner, but Macmillan comes out with a flyimg enziguiri!! That came out of nowhere! Macmillan staggers for the corner and tags in Kearns! kearns is the more mat-orientated wrestler of the two, so let's see if he can take Homeboy off his feet! Kearns kicks Homeboy a few times in the ribs and pulls him up! Big uppercut sends Homebody staggering! Kearns with a body press!! Homeboy catches him and hits an implant slam!! 1.....2......Kickout!!"

V.A.: "Very close to new tag team champions right there!"

T.R.: "Homeboy is arguing with Willie Bennett over a slow count, and this is just a waste of time! Homeboy pulls Kearns up and Kearns manages to roll him up!! 1.....2....No!! Homeboy is up and angry, but Kearns with a drop toe-hold and Homeboy lands flat on his face! Kearns jumps on top and he applies a camel clutch type chinlock! Hoemboy is stretching for the ropes!"

V.A.: "Look who's coming to ringside!!"

J.S.: "YES!! My boys!!"

T.R.: "It's Kraven, Flatliner, and Czar!! They walk slowly up to the ring and Kearns sees them! He lets off of Homeboy and goes to the ropes and yells at them! Macmillan is over too! HEY!!"

J.S.: "Hey, who turned out the lights!! I want to see these clowns get the beatdown!!"

T.R.: "The night the lights went out in Des Moines! I hear a struggle in the ring, but of course I can't see it!! We have a million flashbulbs going of in here and it's not helping!"

J.S.: "I hope Kraven and Flats are stomping mudholes in their skinny little stick-figure bodies!"

T.R.: "The lights go back up and ohh!! All four men, the New Breed and the Odd Couple are laid out in the ring!! Willie Bennett doesn't know what to do!"

V.A.: "Tony, the timekeeper is calling for our attention!! Look!!"

(The camera cuts to the timekeeper's table and the National Tag Team belts have been replaced by plastic toy belts that the FWF sells in stores)

T.R.: "The Unholy Alliance has taken the real title belts and the New Breed doesn't even know it!"

J.S.: "Come on Ross, we all know that Kraven and Flatliner are the real tag team champs! Malec is just holding them back from destroying the New Breed so he can make as much money off their lame gimmicks as he can! It's about time those guys took a stand!"

T.R.: "And here comes Malec and Lebron again! Malec has a mic!"

SCOTT MALEC: "Czar, Kraven, Flatliner, get your sorry Pandorian asses out here right now and bring those belts with you before I suspend you, too!! I'm waiting!!"

(A few moments pass and nothing happens. The crowd is in a buzz over what happened as Malec and Lebron look red-faced and irritated)

S.M.: "This isn't a game Czar! You are not going to beat us! Don't make us sic the cops on you!"

(Just then, an image lights up on the scoreboard above the ring, and two security guys are shown lying on the floor, with the a National Tag Team Title belt around each waist. Malec looks like he's going to have a brain hemorrage as Lebron just shakes his head and holds his hand to his brow)

S.M.: "Czar, you had better PRAY that we don't find you!!"

(With that, Malec and Lebron both stomp off the ramp and back through the curtain, to search for the Unholy Alliance)

T.R.: "Well, it looks like Kraven and Flatliner didn't really steal the belts, they just gave them to someone else!"

J.S.: "And those two security guys are more desrerving of the belts!"

T.R.: "Back in the ring, Kearns is back up and he continues his assault on Homeboy! He is enraged because he now knows the belts have been taken!"

V.A.: "Yes, but I'm sure they will get them back after they find where those two security guys are laying!"

J.S.: 'That's Malec and Lebron's crack security force for ya!"

T.R.: "Kearns whips Homebody in and hits a flying reverse elbow!! A pin!! 1......2......No!! Homeboy is just so big and strong, he threw Kearns off of him! Kearns gets to his feet and charges Homeboy only to be met with a thunderous shoulderblock! Kearns goes flying to the mat, and Homeboy tags in Preppy!"

V.A.: "That attack by the Unholy Alliance has thrown the rhythm of the two teams off!"

T.R.: "Preppy hops over the ropes, grabs Kearns and follows with an overhead arm twist into a superkick!! Wow! Preppy is going up top! he waits for Kearns to get up! Flying cross body!! 1.....2.....Ohh!! Macmillan made the save or that may have been it! Homeboy comes into the ring and now he and Macmillan are fighting! Preppy pulls Kearns up and whips him in! Kearns reverses!! Stun gun by Kearns!! He covers but there's no referee!"

V.A.: "Bennett is trying to get Macmillan and Homeboy out of the ring! Kearns could have scored the pin there!"

T.R.: "Macmillan and Homeboy go back to their corners and Kearns is furious and he goes over and grabs Bennett to make the count! 1......2.....Too late!! Preppy recovered enough to kick out! Kearns can't believe it and he yanks Preppy up by the hair and tags in Macmillan! Macmillan mounts the ropes as Kearns holds Preppy! He comes down with a huge double axehandle and Preppy hits the mat! Macmillan goes right back up top! Frog splash!! He nailed him!! 1.....2.....This time Homeboy makes ths save!!"

V.A.: "What a seesaw battle this has been!"

J.S.: "It's all irrevelant because everybody in thsi building knows who the real tag team champions are!"

T.R.: "Yeah, the New Breed! And speaking of, here comes a security guy and he has the two belts! He puts them back where they belong!"

J.S.: "What he should have did was place them around Kraven and Flatliner's waists!"

T.R.: "Macmillan whips Preppy in and tries a hurrancanrana but it is blocked! Macmillan landed on his head! Wow!! Preppy tries to get to his corner but Macmillan is able to reach out and grab a leg! He won't let Preppy make the tag! Macmillan is up and he drags Preppy far from his corner and drops a knee to the head!"

V.A.: "Macmillan is showing that trademark tenacity here, asthat suspension is definitely sitting in the back of the New Breed's minds!"

J.S.: "Well at least we got one of them out of here, but we still have to put up with Macmillan's BS!"

T.R.: "I'd much rather listen to his BS than yours, thank you very much! Preppy and Macmillan are now trading punches and here comes Homeboy from behind and he levels Macmillan! In comes Kearns and he drills Homeboy with a forearm and Bennett pushes him back to his corner! Preppy sets Macmillan up for a piledriver but it's blocked!! Macmillan flips Preppy back, but Preppy holds on to the legs and flips Macmillan back!! 1.....2.....Ohh!! Close! Macmillan kicked out!" V.A.: "Great presence of mind there by Preppy to flip Macmillan into the pin after he was flipped himself!"

T.R.: "Both men are up and Macmillan kicks him in the gut and ohhh!! A jumping DDT!! Macmillan hits the Out of Control springboard huricanrana rollup!!! 1......2......3!! Homeboy couldn't get there in time and the New Breed wins what could be their last title defense for a while!!"

V.A.: "That was quite a hard fought win for the New Breed, and the Odd Couple impressed me greatly with their talent and tenacity! The Odd Couple is a team to watch for in the future!"

J.S.: "If Kraven and Flatliner don't kill them first!"

T.R.: "There you see the New Breed leaving with the belts and Miss Thang, but they are not happy campers! Kevin Kearns has been suspended by Malec and Lebron! Billy Matthews fins himself in the same boat after his heinous attack on Lawler!"

V.A.: "The Cat Pack has just rushed out from behind the curtains and attacked the New Breed with golf clubs!! Icekold is holding Miss Thang as the Cats beat on the New Breed!!"

T.R.: "They just came out of nowhere! Copycat has that splint on his hand and he's still able to use that golf club to pound of Kearns as Macmillan takes the beating from Black Cat! Miss Thang is screaming and struggling but she can't escape the grip of Icekold!! Copycat just pulled something out of his pants pocket!"

V.A.: "It looks like a pad of stickers! What kind of stickers!?"

T.R.: "They begin to apply the stickers to Macmillan and Kearns and oh my....they are Cat Pack stickers!! They're putting them all over Kearns and Macmillan's bodies! And The Cats drop the lifeless bodies of the New Breed to the ramp! Wait, Copycat just pulled something else out of his pocket! It's some kind of pin! What does it say!!? Ohhh!!! He just pierced Kearns ear with that pin!! Good Lord!!"

V.A.: "It looks like a Copycat "Road to Victory" pin that he uses for his campaign!"

J.S.: "And it looks a hell of a lot better than those other sissy earrings Kearns wears!! Ha ha ha!! Good job, Cats! Here's another team that got screwed out of shots at the tag titles and another team the New Breed is afraid of!"

T.R.: "Here comes back Sage and the Cat Pack and Icekold hightail it out of there! Sage is furious as he checks on his fellow New Breed partners as Miss Thang is in tears over the brutal attack! I guess the Cat Pack did get their revenge!"

J.S.: "And I don't want to hear these two sissy whiners complaining about it either, they got what was coming to them! The Cats owed them this!"

T.R.: "I may just have to agree with that!"

(CUT-TO: The locker room. Otis Sawyer has been following Malec and Lebron around, and they have confronted Nevada Smith who has just finished curling weights)

SCOTT MALEC: "Where the hell did Czar and the other two go?" NEVADA SMITH: "I dunno."

S.M.: "What do you mean you don't know? Those are your buddies, ain't they?"

N.S.: "It's none a' yer business. Get out of my face."

JOE LEBRON: "Nevada, you would be wise to tell us where they are." N.S.: "I would be wise? I'm already very wise beyond my years, Lebron. I don't need you to tell me that. You're looking at the wrong guy if you want to know where they took off to. But you should have expected this crap when you play kids games with them."

S.M.: "Yeah, whatever. Let's go, Joe."

(Malec and Lebron storm off looking for Czar as Nevada takes a long sip out of a bottle of Gatorade. Fade to commercial)

(The camera comes back from commercial, panning the SRO crowd before zooming in on Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring)

PAUL KRAMER: "Our next event is the Unification Match of the FWF Cable Television Title and the United States Frontier Title! The winner of this match will be the undisputed Frontier Champion and the Cable Television Title will be retired! First, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: A long howl of a lonely wolf, followed by the opening chords of "Right Now" by Van Halen)

P.K.: "From Black Mountain, New Mexico, weighing in at 223lbs., the FWF Cable Television Champion, STONE WOLF!!"

(The crowd explodes as Stone Wolf appears from behind the curtain and he stares out at the assembled crowd. He walks slowly down the aisle looking straight at the ring, and he climbs up, raises both arms up on the apron and enters the ring. He takes off his belt and hands it to Willie Bennett)

P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "Shapes of Things" by the Jeff healy Band) "From Montreal, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 245lbs., the FWF United States Frontier Champion, JEAN RABESQUE!!"

(The crowd keeps roaring as Rabesque walks through the curtain briskly, smiling at the wild crowd. He walks around ringside slapping a few hands and climbs up into the ring. He takes off his belt and shows it to Stone Wolf, and they stare holes into each other)

TONY ROSS: "Well fans, this is the first step in the genesis of the big World Title tournament! The Unification of the Cable and Frontier Titles! This is going to be an absolute classic! The fans are all on their feet in here! Two of the most popular men in wrestling today are going to lock it up here in Des Moines!"

VICTOR ALVAREZ: "Unfortunately, somebody has to lose, and we have to say goodbye to the Cable TV Title!"

JAKE SHADES: "Oh cut the melodramatic crap! Wkae me up when this scientific slapfest is over!"

T.R.: "Fans, as you know, Jean Rabesque and Stone Wolf were having problems after the Wargames match, when Stone Wolf accidentally broke up the figure four Rabesque had locked on! An argument ensued, and that is where Billy Matthews took his chance and wiped both men out with a chair!"

V.A.: "And if both of these men didn't have to face each other tonight, they would probably be after Matthews and Kabe!"

T.R.: "OK, Stone Wolf and Rabesque are standing at mid-ring staring at each other as the bell rings! Referee Willie Bennett holds up both belts high in the air and hands them to a ring attendant! What an important match this is!"

J.S.: "All they're doing is dropping the level of signifigance the Frontier Title has, who gives a crap!?"

T.R.: "The Frontier Title has been held proudly by Rabesque and I don't think that lowers the title any bit! Rabesque and Stone Wolf lock up! Stone Wolf with a quick arm drag! Rabesque is up on one knee and smiling! He looks like he is really going to enjoy this match, and let's hope that Matthews and Kabe stay as far from the ring as possible!"

V.A.: "That may be a tall order after what has gone on tonight!"

J.S.: "So what happens if there is a double countout or DQ?"

T.R.: "Good question for once! I don't know! Rabesque and Stone Wolf look up and this time Rabesque hits a facefirst leg sweep on Stone Wolf! Both men are trading holds and feeling each other out at this point!"

J.S.: "Which means we will probably not see either of these pandering twits bleed!"

T.R.: "There's a lot more to wrestling than just blood, you ignoramous! Rabesque is on top of Stone Wolf with a chinlock, but Stone Wolf reaches for the ropes and breaks the hold!"

V.A.: "You know, Stone Wolf has been very quite tonight, he has not been involved in any altercations!"

J.S.: "That's because he is a coward! You saw the way he ran from Golem in the Wargames match!"

T.R.: "Stone Wolf was smart to stay out of all those brawls, because he is rested and ready! Rabesque on the other hand has been running around all over the place! Stone Wolf just hit s dropkick on Rabesque out of nowhere! Rabesque rolls into the corner and Stone Wolf pounces on him! Stone Wolf had a sleeper on but he is forced to break because Rabesque is too close to the ropes!"

V.A.: "It's only a matter of time before these guys lose their temper!"

J.S.: "Which may be the highlight of this snorefest!"

T.R.: "Stone Wolf is in control as he chops Rabesque in the chest! Again! Rabesque's chest is already red from those shots! Stone Wolf whips him into the other corner and Rabesque rebounds with a huge clothesline! Wow! Just like that, Rabesque is in control!"

V.A.: "Both of these men are seasoned veterans, but they have never faced each other before! Let's see if they can anticipate each other's strategies!"

T.R.: "Remember, it was only last Pay-Per-View that these guys were on the same team! Rabesque has a side headlock applied but Stone Wolf back suplexes out of it! Both men get up and Stone Wolf comes off the ropes! Stone Wolf leapfrogs Rabesque and comes off the opposite end with a big forearm! He pasted him! Stone Wolf looks to the crowd and then starts working on the right leg of Rabesque!"

V.A.: "Stone Wolf is wise to do this, because this will definitely weaken the figure four of Rabesque if it is applied!"

T.R.: "Stone Wolf with a single leg submission as Rabesque cries out in pain! Bennett is checking him but no dice, says Rabesque! Stone Wolf wrenches on the pressure and stands up and drops his knee onto Rabesque's shin! Stone Wolf does it again!"

J.S.: "Break that God damn leg! Holy Turd, wait a minute, I'm cheering Stone Wolf!! (Wretch...)"

T.R.: "WE don't need the sound effects! Stone Wolf with a step over toe hold and he's really twisting on that knee! Rabesque will not quit! He turns Rabesque over and wait, what's this!!? An Indian Deathlock!! I haven't seen this move in years!! Look at Stone Wolf lean back and apply the pressure! Rabesque is almost to the ropes! He made it!"

V.A.: "The Indian Deathlock is a vicious submission move that has ended many careers, and you're right, Tony, I haven't seen that in a long time!"

J.S.: "Well, it's an appropriate move for Injun Joe in there!"

T.R.: "Rabesque gets to his feet favoring his knee and Stone Wolf kicks out from under him! Stone Wolf grabs his legs and launches him into the middle of the ring and Rabesque lands on the back of his head! Stone Wolf with a quick cover!! 1......2......No!! Kickout! Ston Wolf right back on the leg, but this time Rabesque is able to elbow Stone Wolf right on the top of the head!"

V.A.: "That broke the hold, and its lucky he did, because who knows how much more Rabesque could take, his knees are already shot!"

J.S.: "Yeah, didn't that fruitcake have surgery not too long ago!"

T.R.: "Yes, Rabesque has been plagued with knee problems in the past, and Stone Wolf knows this! Rabesque hobbles to his feet and he's able to clothesline Stone Wolf down! Rabesque favors his knee as he drops the good one on Stone Wolf's head!"

V.A.: "It's useless for Rabesque to try and work on the leg, because Stone Wolf basically negated the figure four!"

J.S.: "The figure four sucks anyway!"

T.R.: "Excuse me, but Rabesque has secured many victories with that move! Rabesque pulls Stone Wolf up and slams him down hard! Rabesque is trying to shake off the pain as he pulls Stone Wolf back up again, and Stone Wolf hooks his leg and rolls him up!! 1.....2.....No!! Both men up and Rabesque catches him with a boot to the gut and a bulldog! Rabesque runs off the ropes and drops an elbow! Rabesque pulls him up and sends Stone Wolf in and hits a tilt-o-whirl backbreaker!"

V.A.: "Rabesque hit Stone Wolf's back with his bad knee! That wasn't a good move on his part!"

T.R.: "And he's feeling the effects of it!"

J.S.: "Ha ha ha, ya big dummy!!"

T.R.: "Rabesque hobbles around and turns his attentiun back to Stone Wolf! He grabs Stone Wolf in a headlock but Stone Wolf pushes him poff! Rabesque rebounds into a big backdrop!! What height! Stone Wolf hits a reverse flying elbow on the charging Rabesque! Rabesque right back up again and Stone Wolf dropkicks the knee!!"

V.A.: "Stone Wolf is going to try for the figure four!!"

T.R.: "Look at this!! He's trying to beat Rabesque with his own move! He's hooks one leg, spins, and no!! Rabesque kicks him away and Stone Wolf hits the turnbuckles and rebounds into a rollup!! 1......2.....Ohhhh!!! So close!! Rabesque is up slowly and he gets Stone Wolf to his feet and hooks him for a suplex! He gets him up high and ohhh!! His knee buckled!! Stone Wolf falls on top!! 1........2.......Ohhhh!! Again, so close!"

V.A.: "Rabesque seems to be in agony here, but he has to fight through the pain, just like Brian Lawler did earlier!"

J.S.: "The more those two goofs are in pain, the better!"

T.R.: "Stone Wolf shakes off the cobwebs and pulls Rabesque up! He whips him in! Rabesque ducks a clothesline, turns and grabs Stone Wolf around the waits for a back suplex! Stone Wolf blocks and elbows Rabeque in the face! Stone Wolf turns, catches a boot to the gut, and Rabeaque tries a Russian Leg Sweep!! Blocked!! Stone Wolf rams him forward!! That's his new version of the Black Mountain Splash!! The forward Russian Leg Sweep!! A cover!! 1.....2......3!!!! He did it!! Stone Wolf has unified the Cable TV and Frontier Titles!! Listen to this crowd!!"

V.A.: "What a competitive match that was! Take nothing away from Rabesque, he fought well!"

J.S.: "I say take away everything from both of them and toss them into the street!"

T.R.: "Always got to ruin the moment, don't you! Here comes Willie Bennett, and he hands Stone Wolf the Frontier belt! Stone Wolf straps it around his waist, and Bennett lets Stone Wolf hold the Cable TV belt one last time before it is retired and displayed in the FWF's New York offices! Stone Wolf hits his fist on the belt twice and Bennett takes it away!"

J.S.: "Oh, everybody's acting like this belt is a child or something! Who cares!? It's just one of Malec and Lebron's cheesy titles!"

T.R.: "Which Stone Wolf has had a steel-like grip on for months! And Rabesque is up and limping, and he approaches Stone Wolf! He has a sad look in his eyes because he knows he is no longer the champion! He stares at Stone Wolf for a moment, grabs his hand, and raises it high in the air and the fans roar!! What an ovation for these two athletes, and thank God there wasn't any interfence!"

V.A.: "Well, Stone Wolf will now get the number two seed in the upcoming World Title tournament, and whoever wins between Black Sage and Nevada will get the National Title and the number one seed!"

J.S.: "Can Malec and Lebron make any more obstacles for these guys to go through? This is like a fricking army training course! He dangles little incentives in front of their eyes, and they jump for it like sad little puppies!"

T.R.: "There you see Rabesque leave the ring as Stone Wolf absorbs the cheers and watches him leave! Fabs, we need to take a break, and when we return, we will have the MAIN EVENT!! Stay tuned!!"

(CUT-TO: Black Sage is shown sitting on a bench in the locker room, taping up his hands, as Darren Macmillan and Kevin Kearns are tended to in the background by Miss Thang. Fade to commercial)

(The camera fades back from commercial, showing some more of the wild fans in Des Moines. The arena is in a fever pitch in anticipation of the main event. Many signs are shown supporting both Nevada Smith and Black Sage. The camera cuts to Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring)

PAUL KRAMER: "Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for the MAIN EVENT!!? Are you READY!!?? This match is for the FWF National Heavyweight Title! All FWF wrestlers are banned from ringside! First, coming to the ring, the challenger," (CUE-UP: "Warsaw" by Joy Division) "From No Sun City, weighing in at 312lbs., BLACK SAGE!!"

(The crowd roars with mostly cheers as Black Sage walks to the ring, looking out at the crowd, smiling at a few signs here and there. He gets to the ring, makes the belt motion around his waist and rolls in. He is wearing grey military work pants and a black T-shirt. He leans on the corner turnbuckle and raises his arms high in the air)

P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly" be Ennio Marricone and the lights go out) "From Wherever the Hell he wants to hail from, weighing in at 265lbs., the FWF National Champion, NEVADA SMITH!!"

(The fans explode as several searchlights swing around the arena slowly and one lone spotlight appears at the ring entrance. Nevada Smith comes through the curtains staring straight at the darkened ring and not paying attention to anything else. He climbs in, points at Black Sage, and raises his fists in the air)

TONY ROSS: "It's all come down to this! Black Sage has been cutting a path of destruction through the FWF, and after winning that National Title shot at Total Conquest 2000, he gets his chance at Nevada Smith!"

VICTOR ALVAREZ: "There has been a lot of tension between Nevada Smith and the New Breed, and we saw that excellent match in Hartford with the New Breed vs. Nevada and Rabesque, and that only helped to fuel this match!"

JAKE SHADES: "And I can't decide which one makes me more nauseous! We got two criminals in there fighting for the top title in the FWF, and you got the biggest criminal of them all, Malec, sitting somewhere counting all the money this match has generated! Unbelievable!"

T.R.: "Nevada and Sage are standing in opposite corners, staring holes through each other! Listen to this crowd, the energy is unbelievable in here! Both men start towards the middle of the ring, and here we go!! Both men immediately start punching and kicking each other and we got a street fight on our hands!"

V.A.: "It's too hard to say which man is tougher, but Black Sage has the size advantage, and I don't think Nevada is worried about that!"

T.R.: "Look at them go! Sage gets the advantage by pounding on Nevada's back and Nevada drops to one knee! Big knee by Sage! Sage raises his fist and the fans and they respond, and he drives it right into the back of Nevada's head! Sage pulls Nevada back up and slams him right back down!"

J.S.: "If these idiots in here would shut up, I might be able to tolerate this match!"

T.R.: 'The crowd is intense in here! This is for all the marbles, Jake! Sage is in control and he whips Nevada in!! Spinebuster, nicely executed! Sage starts ramming Nevada's head into the mat!"

V.A.: "I can't remember the last time I saw Nevada manhandled like this!"

J.S.: "In the Wargames, you senile old fool!"

T.R.: "Nevada gouges the eyes and he fights his way back to his feet1 He is really blistering Sage with those right hands, and he backs Sage into the corner and starts ramming his shoulder into his midsection! Sage is fighting for breath as Nevada drills him with a big forearm and throws him to the mat! Sage is now being manhandled!"

V.A.: "Like I said, Nevada does not care how big you are, it's just not going to stop him from taking you down!"

T.R.: "Earlier we saw Nevada being confronted by Malec about the actions of Czar earlier, and I'm sure Black Sage is not happy about his comrades belts being taken! At least they were returned, but I don't think Nevada had anything to do with that! Nevada stomps away at Sage before pulling him to his feet and he hooks him for a belly to back suplex!! 1.....2......Kickout! Nevada stomps Sage again and he drops a knee onto the bicep of Sage!"

V.A.: "And that is a large bicep!"

J.S.: "Not as big as my twin cannons! Speaking of twin cannons, where the hell is Miss Thang!?"

T.R.: "Well, it has been decreed that all wrestlers are banned from ringside, but nothing was said about valets! Nevada drops a big elbow and pulls Sage to his feet! He whips Sage in! Flying knee knocks him out of the ring! Nevada follows!"

V.A.: "This may not bode well for Sage, because now he is in Nevada's element!"

T.R.: "Nevada is all over Sage like white on rice! Nevada is papering him with lefts and rights, and he whips him into the post! Reversed!! Nevada goes in face first!! Ouch! Sage follows it up with a huge clothesline and oh man did Nevada's head bounce off that post! Nevada lands face first on the floor!!"

V.A.: "Nevada may have been knocked out by that deadly shot! I can't believe how hard he hit him!"

J.S.: "Maybe that shot might have reawakened the Nevada I used to know!"

T.R.: "Nevada hasn't changed one bit! It's you that can't accept the fact that the fans like him! Sage grabs Nevada and ohhh!! He just suplexed him on the floor!! Willie Bennett is out there trying to get them back in the ring! This match is far too important to end in a countout!"

J.S.: "Bennett could care less what happens in this match, as long as he gets his meager paycheck from Malec so he can pay the rent at his tenement!"

T.R.: "Sage rolls Nevada into the ring, and he applies a full nelson!! He swings Nevada around a bit, and then drops him face first with a full nelson slam!! Wow!! A cover!! 1........2.......So close!! Sage thought he had him!"

V.A.: "I can't believe Nevada kicked out of that after that beating he took!"

J.S.: "The man is incredibly stupid, what do you expect from a derelict biker!"

T.R.: "Sage pulls Nevada up and takes him to the corner! He perches the 265lb Nevada up on the top rope as if he was a ragdoll! Looks like he's going for the superplex!! No!! Nevada somehow is punching away at Sage, trying to get him off! No, wait!! Nevada hooks Sage!! A gourdbuster from the top rope!! He nailed it!! What strength!! A cover!! 1.....2.....No!!! Oh man, what a battle!"

V.A.: "Now both men are lying on the mat in pain! This is an opportunity for both for a breather!"

T.R.: "Sage stirs first, but now Nevada is getting up too! They see each other and charge!! Ohhhh!!! Double clothesline and they almost took each other's head of!! Wow!! Nobody in this crowd has sat down yet! We are seeing one hell of a blood and guts battle here!!"

V.A.: "Sage throws an arm over Nevada!!"

T.R.: "1.....2......No!! Again, Nevada refuses to be beat! Sage shakes it off and gets to his feet and he grabs Nevada's arm and drops a big leg on it and follows it up with a submission hold as he yanks on that arm while using his leg for leverage! Nevada is just shaking his head as Bennett checks in, he is not going to quit! Sage yanks even harder, and that may spell the end of the use of Nevada's right arm!"

V.A.: "Smart move, Nevada is a brawler and has a devastating right hand, so that weapon could be immobilized!"

T.R.: "Sage lets off the hold as Nevada refuses to quit! Sage drags him to his feet and slams Nevada on his right arm! Nevada is in agony here as Sage stares down at the champion! Sage hooks in an armbar but Nevada is able to slide a leg under the ropes, and Bennett makes Sage break it! Sage lets off, but not before stomping Nevada's shoulder! nevada tries to use the ropes for leverage to get up, but Sage is there and stomping away at him, and Nevada slides through the ropes onto the floor again!"

V.A.: "A return trip to the floor was inevitable! The ring is just not enough to contain these two guys!"

J.S.: "They better keep their asses away from here, that's for sure!"

T.R.: "I don't think they're listening, Shades, because here they come! Sage throws Nevada and he flies into our table!! Look out!!"

(Several moments pass as the announcers scurry for cover. Shades loses his headset connection and is muted)

T.R.: "I'm still online here, how about you Vic?"

V.A.: "I think I'm on!"

T.R.: "And I can't hear a word Shades is saying, so that means we don't have to listen to his crap anymore! Sage pulls Nevada up and he lays him up on our table! Sage climbs up and he pulls Nevada up!! He signals to the crowd and he's going to try and piledrive him!! No!! Nevada blocks it!! He flips Sage back and the table collapses in a heap!! Wow!!"

V.A.: "I think Sage may have landed on our monitor!! That may have done some serious damage to his back!"

T.R.: "Nevada extricates himself from the wreckage and he has a broken piece of table!! Ohhh!! He's gouging it into the forhead of Sage!! This is brutal!! Sage was in full control a few moments ago and now he is serious trouble! Sage has been opened up!! Nevada yells out to the fans and whips that piece of wood off into the crowd!"

V.A.: "Look at the look in Nevada's eyes!! He is in a frenzy of bloodlust!! Bennett is furiously trying to get them back into the ring!"

T.R.: "Sage is motionless on the floor and Nevada pulls him up by the hair! Now what is he going to do! He drills Sage in his bleeding head and Sage hits the floor! Nevada goes over and grabs the steel ring steps!! Nevada lifts them high in the air!! Ohhh!!! He just missed crushing Sage as he had the presence of mind to get the hell out of the way! The violence has escalated here in Des Moines!"

V.A.: "Look at Nevada! He seems to be using his pain to feul his frenzy! He looks like a man possessed!!"

T.R.: "And so is this crowd! Nevada rams Sage's head off the apron and rolls him back into the ring finally! Nevada pulls him up! He's going to try for the Devil's Drop powerbomb!! He can't get him up!! His arm is too weak!! Sage blocks and flips him right back!! Nevada lands on the mat with a thud as Sage falls to one knee and collects himself!"

V.A.: "How does Sage even know where he is now!!?"

T.R.: "I have no idea Vic!! Sage is up and Nevada rushes him only to catch a huge boot to the face! Nevada falls back into the corner!! Sage moves in and mounts the second turnbuckle!! He grabs Nevada!!" V.A.: "BLack Plague!! He's trying to lift him up!!"

T.R.: "Sage got him!! He nailed the Black Plague second rope Dominator!! It's over!! 1.....2......3!!! Oh my God!! We have a new FWF National Champion!! Unbelievable!!"

(The announcers go silent as the roof nearly flies off the Veterans Memorial Coliseum. The fans are not only cheering for Black Sage, but Nevada Smith as well for performing in such a great battle. The New Breed and Miss Thang run to the ring, bruised and battered from the Cat Pack's attack, but no worse for wear as Willie Bennett hands Black Sage the belt. He holds it high and is almost in tears from the joy he is feeling. Miss Thang grabs him and kisses and hugs him)

T.R.: "What a moment here in the FWF! Whether you love him or you hate him,. you have to respect Black Sage, and that I do! Although I don't agree with some of the things he has done or said, I still think Black Sage will make one hell of a champion!"

V.A.: "And let's not take anything away from Nevada Smith! He had a firm grip on that belt and only gave it up when Malec took it away from him! This is the first time Nevada has been pined cleanly in the FWF! Unreal!"

T.R.: "Well, Jake Shades over here seems bored with all of this, so let's let him stand off to the side and be happy we can't hear him! Nevada Smith is up, and in a daze, but I think he knows what has happened! Nevada holds himself up in the corner as Sage approaches him with the belt on his shoulder!"

V.A.: "Could we see the handshake Black Sage was talking about earlier!?"

T.R.: "Sage stares at Nevada for a moment, and he offers forth his hand!! Nevada hesitates....looks to this frenzied crowd, and grabs Sage's hand and shakes it firmly!! Look at the pride in both of these men's eyes! This is what professional wrestling is all about right here folks!! What a moment! Nevada rolls out of the ring and leaves Sage and the rest of the New Breed to celebrate!"

V.A.: "Darren Macmillan has grabbed a microphone, so it looks we'll get an acceptance speech from Sage!"

(Macmillan hands the mic to Sage as the trifecta of champions stands proudly in the ring, absorbing the cheers)

BLACK SAGE: "To everyone who's been opressed, told they don't belong, or held down against their will...regardless of character and skill, I hold this title overhead tonight! (crowd pops as Sage raises the FWF National Title overhead and the New Breed do the same behind him with the tag-titles) This wasn't the final chapter of the New Breeds quest... it was the start of the next! ...where mediocre talent wrestles in mediocre matches, and championship talent wrestles in championship matches! It's a new day...a new reign...and a *New Breed*! (a New Breed chant erupts as fireworks blare overhead in the roof of the Veterans Memorial Collisium) ...and if the FWF doesn't think this is their most prestigious title, they're not gonna like what I have to say anymore than you crying Nevada Smith fans did! ...so SUCK IT UP, shut the F(fcc) UP, and get ready for the New Breed 101!"

(Some boos are heard for that last line, but a voice is heard over the PA system)

VOICE: "Excuse me, excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt here, but I have something I need to get off my chest."

(None other than "Ikon" Abel Wicks emerges from behind the curtain wearing an Armani suit and holding what looks like a contract. He walks to the ring and stands by the apron)

ABEL WICKS: "It has been a depressing week for Wickheads because the IKON's teammates couldn't run with the Wicker and cost him the match...and then the FWF decides to bastardize the World title that the Wickman carried to glory night after night. But alas....the Wickman has come to save the day again. In this contract here...its states that "Abel Wicks must submit" if the stipulation isn't going to go through for Wargames at Total Conquest 2000. Therefore, the IKON has an announcement for you all."

T.R.: "Did he just say the stipulation in the contract says that Abel Wicks was supposed to submit at the Wargames for him not to choose a new FWF executive??"

(FWF Co-Owner Scott Malec walks out and grab the mic)

SCOTT MALEC: "What the hell do you think you are doing??"

(Wicks hands the contract to Malec and Wicks points out the part that states Wicks was supposed to submit in order for the stipulation to not go through. Malec grows wide-eyed and red-faced as his hands tremble on the contract. Just then, Wicks' masked man runs down the aisle with a chair. He rips off his mask to reveal Michael Manson. The crowd doesn't know what is going on as Manson holds up the chair. He looks like he's going to smash Wicks with it, but he turns and absolutely clobbers Malec over the head with it.)

T.R.: "What the hell just happened!!?? Did Michael Manson just side with Abel Wicks, after attacking him a few weeks ago!??"

(Manson grabs the mic)

MICHAEL MANSON: "As your newly named FWF executive, I'd like to say....there's going to be a few changes around here."

(The crowd is in an uproar as Manson and Wicks start kicking and punching at Malec on the floor)

T.R.: "Michael Manson is Abel Wicks' handpicked new exceutive!! They're attacking Malec!! And here comes some more wrestlers!!"

V.A.: "Look!! It's Minion, Carlos Canyeta, 'Ybok', 'Jamar', and Bueno Excellente!! And there is some other masked man with them! They all roll into the ring and attack the New Breed while that masked man plows right into Nevada on the floor!!"

T.R.: "That man rips his mask off, and hey, I recognize him!! That's Pestilence!! He had a stint as TV Champion back in the NFWA! All of these wrestlers are attacking Nevada and The New Breed!! Are these Manson's hired thugs now!?"

V.A.: "Pestilence just drilled Nevada in the shoulder with that chair!! Here comes some help!! Jean Rabesque and Stone Wolf are charging to ringside and they both take Pestilence out on the floor! They try to roll into the ring but Minion and Canyeta hold them off!! This is chaos!! Wicks has done the unbelievable and found a loophole in the contract! Abel Wicks has picked Manson as the new executive!! I can't believe this!!"

T.R.: "The New Breed and Nevada have already taken tremendous beatings tonight, and this is just adding to it! Rabesque and Stone Wolf are now being pummeled in the ring as the garbage rains down onto the ring! This is unbelievable!! The New Breed, Nevada Smith, Jean Rabesque, and Stone Wolf are all lying in the ring!"

V.A.: "Look over by the entrance!"

T.R.: "Billy and Brian Matthews and Ricky Kabe are standing on the ramp watching this scene, and they are laughing their heads off!! Did they have a part in this!? Well, they're in no hurry to join in so maybe they just came to watch!!"

V.A.: "And here comes a phalanx of security to stop this slaughter!"

T.R.: "FWF security and Des Moines police officers are charging to the ring en masse, and they're trying to restrain Manson and his new group!! Fans, we are desperately out of time!! See you next week!!"

(The camera shows security trying to round up all the wrestlers as Manson yells at the police to get out of the ring, since he is an FWF executive. The final shot shows Black Sage and the National Title belt laying side by side with Macmillan and Kearns while Miss Thang hangs over them crying uncontrollably as the garbage continues to fill the ring. Fadeout)

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