Mt. Greenwood TV Studios - Promoter Scott Malec
FRONTIER MADNESS - CHICAGO
(FADE-IN: A sweeping camera shot down a busy street. The street is Pulaski Road on the far Southwest Side of Chicago, and its intersection with 111th Street is shown, looking north. The familiar green street light poles of Chicago line the east side of the street, demarcating the border of the City with the suburb of Oak Lawn on the other side. The small businesses that line Pulaski are shown, and off to the right, the Chicago style bungalows of the Mount Greenwood neighborhood can be seen, contrasting the larger houses on the Oak Lawn side. The camera slowly pans right to the City side of Pulaski and a brand new studio building is shown, and a sign in front reads, "FRONTIER WRESTLING FEDERATION- MOUNT GREENWOOD TELEVISION STUDIOS". A small marquee underneath is scrolling..."TONIGHT........7PM.........FRONTIER MADNESS....TV TAPING...."
(CUT-TO: The inside of Mount Greenwood Studios. The studio is absolutely packed with people, as the grandstands on three sides of the ring have been filled with about 500 screaming fans. Up above the fans hang large flags of the world's most powerful countries, matching the icons that line the straps of the FWF World Title belt. Above the ring, a high-tech lighting terrace has been built, as laser lights and multi-colored spotlights swing spasmodically around the studios. Some of the lasers are trained on the ring canvas, making an FWF logo in green laser light. The camera pans to the fourth side of the ring, where the interview set is located. Tony Ross and Jake Shades are standing in front of a large black background with a large golden FWF logo on the wall. Both have microphones in hand)
TONY ROSS: "Hello everyone and welcome to the very first edition of FWF Frontier Madness here at the beautiful brand new FWF Mount Greenwood TV Studios here in Chicago! I must say I am excited about the prospects of this show Jake!"
JAKE SHADES: "Yeah, yeah, yeah! A bunch of FWF rookies are lined up tonight to get their asses kicked by established wrestlers! I'm wetting myself in anticipation!"
T.R.: "Shades, you are off to your usual ignorant start, and I know you wouldn't have it any other way! Fans, tonight, in action we will see in the main event, the FWF National Tag Team Champions, the Cat Pack, will take on Codie Thompson's Franchise's Dream, who won a shot at the belts after winning a 4 team tournament at the World Impact Y2K pre-show! JD Badluck will take on "Gentleman" Alex Graham and Gladiator will battle Maxwell Houz! Also in action, we'll see Ricky Kabe, Nemesis, Golem, The Candidates, National Champion Black Sage, and a lot more! Sit back and enjoy the ride folks!"
(CUE-UP: "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie. The fans react as the FWF World Heavyweight Champion Anarky comes out and walks into the interview area. He has the FWF World belt on one shoulder, with the FWF Frontier belt on the other. He is flanked by Talent Relations and Ross has a knowing frown on his face while Shades is all smiles)
T.R.: "A little early aren't we Anarky?"
ANARKY: "Well... well... well. Look who's not only the FWF Frontier Champion... but the FWF World Heavyweight Champion, too! (Fans erupt into boos) That's right, kiddies. Just like I said I would... I came to the FWF, and I have destroyed the competition, one by one. Maxwell Houz and Jobber... well, those two little girls are sitting at home right now, crying about how they got SCREWED out of the title by ANARKY, and MANSON, and DOC SILVER. And then you've got BLACK SAGE bragging to us that it didn't take an assist from Manson to beat Asylum, Wicks, and Matthews. Well, SAGE... open your ears, because I'm not going to explain this again. I didn't NEED Manson and Silver to help me. I could have beaten those two amatuers in my SLEEP. But I did it... to prove a point. That I do WHAT I WANT, WHEN I WANT, and HOW I WANT TO DO IT. I wanted to prove that I've been in CONTROL since the moment I walked into the ring. I DEFEATED the FWF's precious STONE WOLF... ONE... TWO... THREE... in the middle of the ring... by MYSELF. Something, we'll note, that YOU couldn't do, Sage. Oh, sure... you might have won... but we'll never know. So until then, you're going to have to count your impressive victories over the likes of Mike Lewis and JT Holiday as the BIG ONES. But I'm not here to brag, Sage. I'm here for a special ceremony, that has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with GLORY and HONOR. So, I am announcing right here, that I am FORFEITING the FWF Frontier Title."
T.R.: "Anarky, the belt has already been vacated technically, and Maxwell Houz and Jobber will battle for it at the next Battleground."
ANARKY: "Yeah, but it's not OFFICIALLY vacated until *I* say so! So Maxwell Houz and Jobber, the two bottom feeders that they are, can fight for this title all they want. All that matters is that I am the WORLD CHAMPION. But I'll keep the Frontier belt nice and safe until the next Battleground. (chuckles)"
T.R.: "What of this showdown we had at the end of World Impact Y2K where you and Black Sage were staring holes into each other, showing off your respective belts?"
ANARKY: "I'm getting to that, Ross! Sage... we're not going to do this little title showdown tonight. Or at Battleground. We're going to do this the way it SHOULD BE DONE. The way ANARKY/STONE WOLF should have been done. We're going to do it on PAY-PER-VIEW. And it's going to be a LADDER MATCH for BOTH TITLES. I know you think I'm scared...and I know you think that I'm going to enlist all the help I can get... but you're wrong. Because I don't need it. I only used Manson and Silver to embarrass Houz and Jobber. And to show the fans whose side I'm REALLY on. MY SIDE. But for you, Sage... all I need is everything I've got, and that will be MORE than enough to drive you into the ground. I've seen you around, Sage. I saw you when your career started. And I see you now. And you aren't good enough on your best day and my worst to beat me. You're about to find out EXACTLY what the name ANARKY is all about."
(Anarky turns and walks off with Talent Relations to the boos of the crowd)
T.R.: "There you have it fans, the FWF World Champion, Anarky!"
J.S.: "And a damn fine champion at that! You need to show a little more respect around him, Ross, especially since he is royalty!"
T.R.: "You have to earn my respect, Shades, and until he beats somebody clean, then he will have my respect!"
J.S.: "He beat Stone Wolf clean!"
T.R.: "OK, you got me there! Fans, let's take it up to the ring and Paul Kramer for our first match!"
(CUT-TO: Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring)
PAUL KRAMER: "In our first ever FWF Frontier Madness match, already in the ring, from Berwyn, Illinois, weighing in at 260lbs., JOE "THE PLUMBER" FRANKOVIAK!!"
("The Plumber" stands in the corner in a black wrestling singlet, that does not flatter his pale skin and large gut)
P.K.: "And his opponent, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: "Dangerous" by Busta Rhymes) "From Miami, Florida, weighing in at 265lbs., CONFLICT!!"
(Conflict emerges from the dressing room to a mixed reaction and has a serious look on his face as he climbs into the ring also in a black singlet)
J.S.: "You know, I used to like Conflict until he nailed me on that bogus Cruise we went on! Ever since then, he's lost his direction and don't know if he's coming or going!"
T.R.: "Shades, did you EVER know if you were coming or going?? Conflict locks up with Joe "The Plumber" Frankoviak, a local independent wrestler out of suburban Berwyn!"
J.S.: "Have you ever been to Berwyn?"
T.R.: "No I haven't, and I know you haven't either!"
J.S.: "Let's just say that it has a reputation that would suit you quite well, Ross! Lots of white trash like this Plumber guy!"
T.R.: "Five minutes into the show and you're already insulting the locals! the Plumber pushes the muscular Conflict down and Conflict is right back up and he nails Frankoviak in the face with a hard right that sends him reeling! The Plumber rebounds off the ropes into a Conflict clothesline! Conflict drops a quikc leg and covers!! 1...2...Kickout!"
J.S.: "Thank God this guy isn't showing any crack like most plumbers! He made a wise choice in wrestling attire, although he isn't the most ripped of wrestlers!"
T.R.: "Conflict locks on an armbar as Frankoviak struggles for the ropes! Fans, we are coming off one of the wildest and most violent Pay-Per-Views ever! We saw four titles change hands, as Anarky captured the World Title to become the first ever World Champion! Black Sage reclaimed the National Title in an ultra-violent Torture Chamber cage match that has put Asylum out indefintely! The Cat Pack STOLE the National Tag Team Titles from the New Breed in that scaffold match by using Miss Thang as bait! And Suicide King is the new bearer of the Extreme Ring, as he battled JD Badluck in a thrilling match!"
J.S.: 'Asylum is out?? I didn't hear anything about that!"
T.R.: "Well if you were at the meeting this morning instead of sleeping off your drinking binge last night, you would have heard all about it!"
J.S.: "Hey man, I can't help it if Bourbon Street kept pouring drinks down my throat!"
T.R.: "Yes fans, Jake Shades was actually at the South Side club Bourbon Street on 115th and Kedzie for a promotional appearance, and the FWF will be having an episode of Frontier Madness there in the very near future!"
J.S.: "That place is huge!"
T.R.: "Just like your drinking problem! Frankoviak is trying to mount some offense but Conflict takes him over in a fireman's carry and is up and drops a knee to the head! Conflict pulls The Plumber up and hits a full nelson suplex!! Wow! And there you see Conflict slap on his Conflict's Crash sleeper hold/leg-scissors! This one is over as Frankoviak is in la-la land!"
J.S.: "He will live to get squashed another day!"
T.R.: "You winner is Conflict!"
(Conflict rolls out of the ring and to the interview area)
T.R.: "Conflict, any words about future plans here in the FWF?"
CONFLICT: "Pain and suffering, those are my only friends. The Conflict of old, relied upon material things to bring him comfort, and that only brought failure. That Conflict was 2-10 , me (points to his chest) I am undefeated. I want Golem, in a real man's match. I want to fight him in a stretcher match. Not only will I beat him, but he will not wrestle again. The old Conflict quivered in fear of competition. However I the real Conflict will decimate Golem. Golem's claw strikes no fear in me. He tried ending my career and failed. Now the favor shall be returned two-fold. Golem, you fought a poor wretched soul with no future. But at the next BattleGround, you will face the new Conflict, the man that shall and will end your career."
(Conflict walks off the set)
T.R.: "Strong words from Conflict! Fans, we will be back after this message!"
(Fade to commercial)
(FADE-IN: The inside of the Mount Greenwood Studios. The fans are screaming as loud as ever as the camera pans around. CUT-TO: Tony Ross and Jake Shades at the interview stand, and standing with them is Lars Magellan)
TONY ROSS: "Hey Lars nice to see you here, I guess my first question is WHY ARE YOU HERE if you dont have any scheduled matches?"
LARS MAGELLAN: "Well Ross, the thing is, AND I am sure you will agree, A FWF show isnt a show WITHOUT LARS MAGELLAN. So I decided to grace yourselves WITH My undefeated self and,, Well I guess issue a challenge. There is this guy, YOU MIGHT know him. His name is National Champion BLACK SAGE. Now if you look at my record Tony, youd see I have wrestled Alex Graham "cracker", Pierre LaLooser, Conflict, AND IM SURE there are others AND NONE of them have BEATEN ME. So I figured the next person who I kick the living crap out of should be someone such as the self-proclaimed NATIONAL CHAMPION. So Sage, whether it is TONIGHT, whether it is tomorrow, WHENEVER, I want to place the Beach Bomb on your sorry self AND CONTINUE my undefeated streat in the Frontier Wrestling Federation,,, SO PREAPARE NOW OF FOREVER FEEL THE DESTRUCTION OF LARS!!"
T.R.: "You're not undefeated! You lost to Gladiator at the house card!"
L.M.: "What are you talking about? I know of no such house card! I wasn't even in San Diego that night!"
T.R.: "Whatever! Fans, let's take it to the ring!"
(CUT-TO: Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring)
P.K.: "In our next match, already in the ring, from the Rogers Park neighborhood of Chicago, weighing in at 225lbs., he is LITHUANIAN LIGHTNING!!"
(L.L. is in the corner with a bright red mask and the same color tights with the Lithuanian flag on the back)
P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUe-UP: "The Thin Line" by Queensryche) "From Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 232lbs., NEMESIS!!"
(The fans cheer as Nemesis walks to the ring, making his "Wrath" gesture with his hand. He's high-fiving people, and even talking to a young man with no arms and an old Metallica shirt. He is talking to the guy, and the man goes to pick something up with his teeth, but Nemesis reaches over the barricade and grabs it for him. The man says something else to Nemesis as Nemesis signs whatever the paper was. During all this, the field camera slowly comes up and towards the end of the conversation, Nemesis can be heard saying "Yeah... Give me a call after the show, and we'll see what we can do for you." The man says thank you, and Nemesis gives the man a hug. Nemesis turns and the man can be heard yelling "Yeah! Rock on, Nemesis!"
T.R.: "What a great gesture on the part of Nemesis to stop and sign that paper for that handicapped man! We need more people like him in wrestling!"
JAKE SHADES: "If we had more people like him, there would be nothing to fight about, because sap-sucking peace-loving hippies have no place in this sport!"
T.R.: "As opposed to violent alcoholics like you!? Please! Nemesis and the independent star Lithuanian Lightning are set to go here! L.L. is sporting the flag of his heritage proudly!"
J.S.: "Why does he bother, he's not even from there!"
T.R.: "Yes, but his family may have come from there, you know, like how your family just evolved out of the Cro-Magnon Era! Nemesis with a quick arm drag on the young star that surprises him! Lightning charges back and gets dropkicked for his troubles as the fans cheer! Nemesis locks on a headlock that L.L. powers out of and pushes Nemesis into the ropes! Nemesis rebounds and L.L. ducks down early and gets kicked right in the head! A classic rookie mistake!"
J.S.: "It's ALWAYS a rookie mistake, it could never be the fact that some of these wrestlers are as smart as a box of hammers!"
T.R.: "Nemesis pulls him up and hits a swinging neckbreaker! Nemesis pulls him back up and ohhhh!! A low blow from Lithuanian Lightning!!"
J.S.: "Hey, I like how this kid thinks!"
T.R.: "L.L. clotheslines Nemesis down, and Nemesis gets up slowly rubbing his chin, and he's smiling! It looks like he's happy that this kid from the North Side of Chicago is giving him a fight! L.L. starts swinging wildly at Nemesis and comically misses! Nemesis keeps dodging him and then nails him with a lunging uppercut!! What a shot!! Nemesis is going up top! He hits Lightning with a corkscrew plancha!! Wow!! Nice move!! There's the cover!! 1.....2......3!! Nemesis pulls out the win here on Frontier Madness!"
J.S.: "I hope he's proud of beating the snot out of that young Pole!"
T.R.: "He's Lithuanian, you idiot!"
(Nemesis comes to the interview area)
T.R.: "Nice win tonight, Nemesis! What are your words for the fans out there?"
NEMESIS: "Of course Tony... let me start off by paying my respects to Victor Alvarez and his family. A definite tragedy. How are you holding up, Tony?"
T.R.: "Well... there's the obvious mourning, but i know Victor would have wanted us all to go on with the show."
NEMESIS: "Yeah, you're probably right. So, what would ya like to talk about?"
T.R.: "Well, after your recent win over Hacker in San Diego, you challenged Suicide King for a shot at the Extreme Ring. What is your motive behind that, and has Suicide King answered that challenge yet?"
Nemesis: "Well... Tony, as every other man in this sport, I have always craved success. I wrestle for those people out there (motions to the arena). I think they deserve a champion who won't turn his back on them. One who isn't going to take the fast track to fame and fortune. Half the guys in the back haven't gotten the shots they deserve, and one of those guys was Suicide King. He has been pushed down ever since he got here, for whatever reason. I really enjoyed wrestling him when I did, and I would be interested to found out who the better man outside of the ring is. In another federation that I sometimes perform in, I have frequently been bashed to a pulp. I know that sounds unusual, but it happens more times than not. With each beating, I have become less and less effected by pain. Throughout all the punishment I have received over there, I have managed to hold unto a title. I feel that by going after the Ring with these factors in mind, I might just be able to win it. I hold no personal vendetta with SK, he just happens to be the man with the Ring, and I feel it is time for me to wet my feet in the champioship ranks of this great federation, assuming Suicide King answers my challenge. Anything else, Tony?"
T.R.: "Well...what is your thought on being called a "chump" by one Jake Shades?"
NEMESIS: "Well Tony, I don't appreciate that one bit. (Jake cowers off to one side) I don't understand his reasons for getting behind certain wrestlers, but I'm sure you know, better than anyone, that Jake sometimes say things that are just a tad incredulous."
T.R.: "Heheheheh, yeah, I know that very well. Do have any other words for the FWF, Nemesis?"
NEMESIS: "Actually yes. Ever since I got in the FWF a few months ago, I have noticed something. Golem is a man who takes beating his competitors way too far. It is good to win and all... but who goes to excessive lengths in which to do it. And even when he does lose, he doesn't hesitate to try and cripple his opponent. This is... a piece of advice for Golem: Be careful how you wrestle... I saw what happened to O'Neill... and what you tried to do to Conflict. But besides that I am just about done."
T.R.: "Thanks a lot Nemesis, and I'll look forward to watching you compete again, perhaps even for the Extreme Ring."
NEMESIS: "Thank you Tony, anytime."
(Nemesis makes the "Wrath" hand gesture as he walks away and the fans cheer)
T.R.: "Fans, we'll be right back after this commercial break!"
(Fade to commercial)
(FADE-IN: Highlights of World Impact Y2K are shown with a voice-over) VOICE: "A few nights ago the FWF had its Y2K blockbuster and it sure lived up to its name! We saw the crowning of the first ever FWF World Champion as Anarky becomes that champion, and we witnessed, as Black Sage became a two time National champion. We even saw what may be called Nevada Smith in an arresting situation as Billy Matthews had Nevada arrested or so it would seem that way, because later that night not only did we see several laid out San Jose Policemen around Nevada's bike, we also saw him come down from the rafters and lay out Minion, as he and Jean Rabesque were in the midst of a very vicious and brutal battle! And before security was halfway down to the ring, he once again disappeared from camera's view that is, cause we found out afterwards that his path of destruction included the FWF's brass skybox and their ride for the night, forcing them to leave in several taxis instead of the usual corporate limos they have become accustomed to. Besides all that, we were left wondering about Stone Wolf and the New Breed and if Y2K would be the last time we would see Manson on the FWF executive board. And was Y2K really Jean Rabesque's last event? Is it really true that the FWF is re-evaluating Nevada's contract? It isn't a secret that he and the brass have been bumping heads since day one, and his association to Czar and the Unholy Alliance hasn't helped matters none. It has eroded whatever relationship Nevada and Malec shared somewhat, and with LD giving Nevada an ultimatum, (Shrugs his shoulders) man caught in the middle again. (Smiles and introduces himself) By the way, my name is Rico Suave, many of you know me, many of you don't. Many of you like me, many of you don't, personally I don't care, cause either way I still get paid! I bring it to you like it really is and if you don't like it, just change the channel, only don't blame me when you're the LAST to know the inside scoops! Believe me my friend, it isn't Billy Matthews who has his pulse on the FWF, it is I! You see people, you only see what the FWF wants you to see, I am the one that can bring you what they DON'T want you to see, so sit back, relax and enjoy the show."
(As Rico's voice trails off, the camera focuses in on a screen where a collage of Y2K plays, first it shows Black Sage regaining the National title, it then fades off into Minion and Rabesque as they viciously took each other apart, followed by Anarky being handed the FWF World Title and becoming the very first FWF world champion, we then see a collage of Suicide King as he take the Extreme ring. It then fades off to Billy Matthews as he sics San Jose Police on Nevada and ending with those very same officers lying around his bike unconscious. It then fades off to Manson as Malec and LeBron are having him arrested along with Wicks, we see him cutting a plea and a deal with Malec and LeBron, we then fade off and see Manson donning the stripes as he refs the world title match. We fade off with Suicide King waving the hardcore ring high in the air and then zoom in on Rico Suave who is seated in front of an oak table sitting on a gray leather chair.)
RICO SUAVE: "Y2K was quite an event; it had all the ingredients for a good soap opera, a little bit drama, some suspense mixed in with a little terror and some bloodshed. But what the FWF didn't show you, what they DON'T want you to see is the part in the soap opera where after Nevada trashes Minion, he headed for the skyboxes looking for Malec, LeBron and possibly Lord Dread, and I am sure for Manson also, only Manson's skybox was at the other end of the arena, so it would seem that the main targets were indeed the 3 stooges, (Smirks, and shakes his head) Many of you have been duped into actually believing that all is well at casa FWF but it's not! All the titles have changed hands; yes even the tag team titles are wrapped around the waists of new tag team champions, the Cat Pack! Who did what no other team could do, and that was to dethrone the New Breed, McMillan and Kearns! Add the firing of Manson and you can say that was one hell of a Pay per view! Hell of a show eh folks? Well it gets better, what they didn't allow our cameras to tape was the trashing Nevada gave to several San Jose Police officers, now I know that Nevada is one mean SOB, but he had some help, some BIG help from a powerful tripod. It didn't end there it didn't even end with him taking Minion out! Nevada destroyed Malec's and LeBron's skybox with THEM IN IT! A mysterious black limo was seen leaving afterwards; no one knew where it came from or who was in it! And what about Billy Matthews' allegation? Is he is part of that change that is taking the FWF by storm? We have already seen changes in the rosters, in the rankings and even in the champions. And what of Stone Wolf? Always the lone wolf, always the solitary man, what's up with him and the New Breed? (Smirks deviously) Another thing the FWF didn't want you to see was the confrontation between LeBron, Malec and Czar and his charges, it really got hot! Word on the grapevine is that none other than Nevada Smith had to come and chill that encounter down! Lord Dread still refuses to be interviewed and it is believed that he has left the country, off to Pandora Island where the FWF brass are "persona-non-grata" these days. I did get to speak to JC, in between the laughter and sarcastic remarks, it's as if he expected all this to erupt! Makes you wonder if he had anything to do with certain happenings, but that I guess is yet another tale! Nevada, along with Czar, Kraven and Flatliner have shrugged me off, with "NO COMMENT" time after time, now this doesn't surprise me coming from Czar and his boys, but Nevada always had something to say, and for even him to push me to the curb, (Nods his head as he shrugs) That's telling me that a whole lot of stuff is going on. It makes me somewhat nervous, not knowing what the man is thinking, the last person I want breathing down my neck IS Nevada! I have even heard that Malec along with LeBron have sought numerous times to meet with Lord Dread and Nevada and the rest of the Pandorians, and have met with a stone wall! I hate to even think what that devious old man has in mind if that 34% situation is true! It practically places LD in the driver's seat so to speak, providing that his claims are true and I've never known Lord Dread to make false claims. Malec, LeBron my question to you is this, were Billy Matthews allegations true and if so WHY? The last time this happened, Nevada went ballistic on Malec; you figured that the FWF would have learned by now. You may have very well gotten rid of Manson, but I see an even more dangerous threat now, one that will leave a very deep and festering scar! (Claps his hands together) But that's just me, speculating circumstances and hearsay! That and what I KNOW happened afterwards at San Jose, has me asking questions, to which no one wants to give answers! (Looks at watch and with a cocky grin says) And though it's sad to say that my airtime is about up, I would like to thank my sponsor and benefactor, whose modesty prevents me from mentioning his name. (Laughs and shakes his head) What a world eh?"
(Laughing he turns and walks away, camera focuses back onto the screen in which we see a continued collage of the previous matches in San Jose and Salt Lake.. Fade out.
CUT-TO: The interview set where Tony Ross and Jake Shades are standing)
TONY ROSS: "Well folks, that was Rico Suave offering all his insights and inside scoops on that massive World Impact Y2K event in San Jose!"
JAKE SHADES: "What a bunch of horse flop! Whoever said that reject from the Gala Network had any credibility as a wrestling journalist? I could have done that in my sleep!"
T.R.: "Is that jealousy I detect in your voice, Jake? Let's take it up to the ring!"
PAUL KRAMER: "In our next match, already in the ring, from Cicero, Illinois, weighing in at 225lbs., JIMMY "THE MOUTHPIECE" CARLOTTA!!"
(A meek-looking Italian guy with black tights, a wife-beater T-shirt, and a goatee is standing in the ring, looking around nervously every so often)
P.K.: "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "Counterfeiter" by Limp Biskit) "From Champaign, Illinois, weighing in at 265lbs., RICKY KABE!!"
(The fans boo loudly as Kabe struts proudly to the ring and returning the favor to the fans with his own insults. As usual, Kabe is wearing red tights with "JUST LOOK AT ME" inscribed on the back)
T.R.: "Here is the ever popular Ricky Kabe and he will be wrestling Jimmy Carlotta, a rookie, and I hear from the grapevine that he is in debt to some, let's say, wiseguys, and is trying to pay it off by wrestling in the ring!"
J.S.: "What!? You know Malec and Lebron are probably CHARGING these guys to fight on this show! And what kind of paycheck do you think he can earn against Kabe! This clown is gonna get demolished!"
T.R.: "Kabe is in the ring and he points a finger at Carlotta and threatening him! Kabe attacks! Brutal knees to the gut and he axehandles Carlotta down! Kabe kicks him in the stomach a few times and he turns and struts for the crowd, and they respond negatively in force! Carlotta is up from behind and rolls Kabe up!! 1.....2.....OHHH!! We almost had a MAJOR upset here!"
J.S.: "Yeah, but Carlotta has to pay more than wiseguys now, because now he has gotten Kabe MAD!"
T.R.: "Kabe is up and beating the Italian out of Carlotta! Huge rights and lefts, and some stiff kicks to the mid-section! Big body slam from Kabe! Kabe drops a series of elbows, and now he's pointing down at Carlotta and screaming at him! Kabe does not like it when he is upstaged!"
J.S.: "He wasn't upstaged! He's just punishing this guy for actually trying to win the match!"
T.R.: "Kabe yanks him up by the hair and whips him in! Kick to the gut, and he follows it up with the Counterfeiter!! Forget it!! 1.....2....3!! This is over!"
J.S.: "Was there any doubt!?"
T.R.: "And Kabe gets to grace us with his presence now!"
(Kabe walks toward the interview area and stops a few times to argue with the fans)
T.R.: "Ricky Kabe, do you have any comments on the Nevada Smith situation after you missed that match at World Impact Y2K?"
RICKY KABE: "Comments?...You want comments? How about this...kicking that FRAUD'S ass tonight was a waste of freaking time...childs play. It did nothing for my career as a wrestler. I don't have the patience for FAKES of that sort. As for Nevada Smith, now THAT is worth the time to talk about. Kicking THAT FRAUD'S ass would have its advantages. Number one, it would show all of you the TRUE talent of Ricky Kabe, and number two, it would put Nevada in his place and hopefully bring him down from that self-made acropolis he's dwelling in. Nevada, I missed our match because of some screw up in a damn airport. Luck was on your side that night...but, luck can't always be on your side. I want my shot to rip your heart out. I want some air time that is WORTH it, not these (FCC)-for-brains, AUTHENTICALLY challenged idiots that drop for a three count after the first suplex. No no...I want a challenge, and YOU possess that challenge...question is: Do you have the balls to let me tap into it?. Well, we'll see. I want my shot Nevada...enough said."
(Ricky stares at the camera for a second or two and then turns to Tony Ross and looks him in the eye...and then walks away. The camera pans to and zooms in on Ross)
Ross: "Well, you've heard it...Ricky's out for blood. We'll be back after this!"
(Fade to Commercial)
(Fade in to the backstage, locker room of the arena. The camera cuts through one row to find a door left slightly open. The cameraman slowly moves the door open enough for him to fit through and gently shuts it behind him. The camera falls out of focus while the camera jumps back in horror as someone has frightened him. The camera gains focus to reveal the guilty soul. The soul is Billy Matthews.)
BILLY MATTHEWS (deeply forlorned): "What can I say..."
(Matthews shudders back. In a violent jerk, he throws his head back. His right hand slowly runs from his forehead to his chin. Conversly, his left hand holds a red rose, which draws a beautiful highlight from the moonlight. His right hand runs back up and brushes back his hair. His left hand accompanies the right as the rose falls to the floor. He sighs, regains composure, and continues.)
Matthews: "What can I say but that I should have been there. He brought me back. He was the key to a locked that couldn't be picked. He was the one man I could trust in this business besides myself. I couldn't even trust Ricky. Sure, Ricky and I were close, but there's not that connection that he and I had. There was something there. Some undectable aura that can never be seen by the naked eye. A sort of mercenary kinship, if you will. People knew we could dominate together..."
(He sobs some more, but never letting tears come.)
Matthews: "He did all this for me. He never asked for anything back. I never gave him anything. I wasn't even there to help him. He could have been killed, and for whatever reason I wasn't there. Jean...I'm sorry..."
(Seconds later a hand covers the lens of the camera the follwing is audible still.)
Voice: "What the hell are you doing?! What the hell are you saying?!"
(The hand is jerked away thanks to Billy Matthews. The figure to whom the hand belong is revealed as Brian Matthews. He reiterates.)
BRIAN MATTHEWS: "Billy, what the hell are you doing?!"
Billy: "Just let me finish..."
Brian: "No one wants to here about your sob stories. This guy screwed you royally. He used you. And now you're upset because you didn't help him out?"
Billy: "Just let me finish...Jean...I'm sorry...I should have been there..."
(Brian gives Billy a glare of disgust.)
Billy (chuckling): "I should have been there to KICK YOUR ASS, JEAN!"
Brian (chuckling): "Well...one down, and two to go..."
(CUT-TO: The interview area. Ross and Shades are now standing with FWF Co-Owner Scott Malec)
TONY ROSS: "It is my pleasure to announce that FWF Co-Owner Scott Malec has joined us on Frontier Madness!"
(Shades grumbles something as he backs away off camera)
T.R.: "Where are you going, Shades?'
SCOTT MALEC: "It's OK, Tony, the further away from me he is, the better. There's only so much dragon-breath and week old body odor I can take. Tony, I'm here to announce that as hard as it is to say, the seat of Victor Alvarez will be taken once again on Battleground. Victor was a personal friend of mine, and I hired him knowing that he would call it like it is, and his expertise would be unparalleled as a color man. When he died, a black spot took over my heart, and its still here and always will be. I will miss him. But I have decided to give that spot to somebody else, because Vic would have wanted it that way. That somebody else is not only intelligent and possesses great wrestling knowledge, she is great to look at!"
T.R.: "She??"
S.M.: "Yes, she....please welcome the third announcer for FWF Battleground to complement Tony Ross and Jake Shades, LADY VERONICA!!"
(The crowd cheers loudly as Lady V comes out of the dressing room in a stunning Versace gown and diamond necklace and earrings. She is a tall, lean, brunette with a stunning figure, who has been seen here and there on FWF shows and is known to fans as Scott Malec's girlfriend. Ross' smile is a mile wide while Shades stares in disbelief)
T.R.: "Welcome to Frontier Madness, Lady V! I look forward to working with you!"
LADY VERONICA: "Thanks, Tony. It will be a real honor. I cannot wait to get started. I majored in broadcast journalism at NYU so I finally get to ply my trade!"
JAKE SHADES: "This is your girlfriend Malec! You couldn't find anybody more qualified than her!? This is blatant favoritism!!"
T.R.: "Uh, Jake, this is the boss...take a few steps back."
S.M.: "It's OK, Tony, I know how to handle him. Listen Jake, Veronica is about 10 times more qualified to announce wrestling matches than you. She's got a four year degree and experience announcing college sports at NYU to back it up. You, on the other hand, were placed in this position to keep you out of jail, and for that you should be thankful!"
(Shades just turns red, folds his arms and looks away in silence)
S.M.: "That's what I thought. Thanks Tony, Come on Veronica."
(Malec takes Veronica's arm as they walk away from the set to the cheers)
T.R.: "Why must you make a complete jackass out of yourself every time he is around??"
J.S.: "Shut up, Ross! Just because you don't question anything and blindly follow like a sheep doesn't give you the right to criticize anything! That's a form of nepotism and I won't tolerate it!"
T.R.: 'What are you going to do, report Malec to the ACLU??"
J.S.: "You'll see!"
T.R.: "Yeah right! Let's go up to the ring for the next match!"
PAUL KRAMER: "In our next match. already in the ring, from South Bend, Indiana, at a combined weight of 400lbs., KONSTANTINE AND ERIC, they are COMPUTER CLASS!!"
(Two really skinny nerdy looking guys are standing in the ring waiting for their opponents as the fans mock them)
P.K.: "And their opponents," (CUE-UP: "Take the Power Back" by Rage Against the Machine) "From Washington, DC, at a combined weight of 535lbs., "TRICKY" DICK NICKSON AND RONNIE RAYGAN, THE CANDIDATES!!"
(The crowd boos as the two politicians-turned wrestlers make their way to the ring hamming it up with the crowd. Nickson is waving the two-finger salute ala Nixon and Raygun is trying to shake people's hands and even goes to kiss a baby but the mother pulls back immediately)
T.R.: "Well here come the Candidates, and they're trying to play to the crowd to negative results! True politicians if I ever saw them!"
J.S.: "I'd vote for these guys any day compared to the stuffed suits that are running for office this year! I heard the Candidates might be running on a platform of free beer on Sundays and no more taxes on tobacco!"
T.R.: "If that were true, you'd be six feet under in about six weeks! The Candidates invade the ring and Eric gets tossed over the ropes! Nickson gives the two finger sign that Richard Nixon made famous before he jacks Konstantine in the jaw!"
J.S.: "It's a shame that Nixon never stood for peace!"
T.R.: "Neither does this one, he's taking it to Konstantine of Computer Class! He whips him into the ropes and hits a powerslam! He tags Raygun is as the team formerly known as the Odd Couple is taking it to Computer Class! Flying body press by Raygan!! 1...2...No! Raygan pulls him up and hits a standing dropkick that sends Konstantine right into a forearm by Nickson! Konstantine rebounds right into a huge right from Raygun!! They're playing pinball with him! Nickson comes in and hits the Propaganda, a Tiger Driver!! Raygan is mounting the turnbuckles and he hits a split legged moonsault!! Beyond Reproach he calls it!! 1....2.....3!! What a win for the Candidates and they look sharp!"
J.S.: "I would look sharp against two snot-picking Dungeons and Dragons players too!"
T.R.: "And the Candidates make their way over to the interview area!"
(The Candidates walk over still propagandizing themselves to the crowd)
T.R.: "Guys, you have been called socialist radicals after Doc Silver imposed this gimmick change upon you. Gentlemen, after that paintball gun attempt on your life in Dallas, how was it going back into the ring, knowing well that the Franchise's Dream, or even your opponents tonight could have been behind it?" (Ross is talking sarcastically)
RONNIE RAYGUN: "Mr. Ross, being the intelligent person you are, you must watch the news, and since you do, you are aware that the crime was comitted by Lee Harvey Oswald, and that he acted alone. There was no conspiracy, and no cover up is occuring. He fired two shots, one which struck my partner, and another which struck myself, and bounced off of me, and hit the man in the front seat."
T.R.: "And, with your third straight win in the FWF, you are on your way to the FWF National Tag Team Titles, gentlemen, how do you plan to deal with the Cat Pack?"
DICK NICKSON: "My good, man, we have no intention of taking the Tag Team Titles. We intend to build up the teams of the FWF, like the Computer Class tonight, and make them into credible contenders, that can defeat the champions."
T.R.: "How does beating these teams make them credible contenders? If anything, you are destroying the credibility of these teams!"
R.R.: "The politics of wrestling are simple my friend, we are redistributing the wealth of the tag team division, and helping out the teams that are lacking."
T.R.: "But how are you doing this? So far I haven't seen a damn thing that shows you are helping anyone but yourself."
D.N.: "You, for an announcer you have a bit of nerve to question our ethics."
(The Candidates storm off)
J.S.: "Why did you feel the need to engage in a political debate with them? Nice job Kissinger!"
T.R.: "Fans, we'll return after this break on Fox Sports America!"
(Fade to commercial)
(FADE-IN: The camera opens on a cleared out area. On a rock sits Billy Matthews, who sits looking at someone off camera. Billy looks sullen and gives a child-like "I wanna go home" look. Meanwhile, Brian Matthews enters into focus with a shoe box in hand.) Brian Matthews: "Here..."
(Billy grabs the box and slowly opens it. He shuts the lid in a slight degree of disgust.)
Billy Matthews: "Ya know...this snake in the box thing is just stupid and something rookies do to get attention. I'm not doing it. Just go over there for a while."
Brian Matthews: "Fine...remember though...I don't want any of this talk about respect for him. He's never done anything for you. He's objective number two. After he's down there will be only one left."
(Billy pushes the box aside and looks toward the camera.)
Billy Matthews: "Here we go again. The beaten path of an endless road. A path were blood is a marker of time, and a lot of time has passed down this road. FWF greatness was reached by us Nevada. We gave the FWF EVERYTHING! The path has, however, been a bit lonesome for a while. Our paths have not met since Jean brought me back. It's our time again Nevada. Time to respread the wings of greatness. No titles, no contenderships, just for blood, just for...fun. I've been nothing short of a thorn in your side. You've seemed to come out on the upside in the end but you've never put me down to die. Ya know...##### what Brian says....it's about respect. If I were to ever feel okay about losing to anyone Nevada, you may very well be you...."
(Brian makes his way on camera.)
Brian Matthews: "Nevada...I've seen the bloodshed between you and Billy. You had your time...it's Billy's time now. He bloomed awfully young, and now it's time for a second coming...we'll see you in the serpentarium...."
(Fade out to a dead stare between Brian and Billy.
CUT-TO: Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring)
PAUL KRAMER: "In our next match, already in the ring, from Burbank, Illinois, weighing in at 245lbs., TRIPLE W, THE WISCONSIN WEEKEND WARRIOR!!"
(A normal everyday guy with a beer gut and beard is standing in the ring with long black tights and a T-shirt that reads "DOOR COUNTY, WISCONSIN: GOD'S COUNTRY". He gets local heat from the crowd even though he just likes to vacation north of the Cheddar Curtain)
P.K.: "And his opponent, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: "God Bless the Bums" by Comeshot) "From Parts Unknown, weighing in at 238lbs., GOLEM!!"
(Golem comes to the ring snarling, with his back hair as green as ever. He shows his claw to the fans as they back off in fear. Golem climbs into the ring and immediately attacks Triple W)
TONY ROSS: "Oh my! Somebody must have forgot to feed Golem this morning, because he is immediately tearing into Triple W!"
JAKE SHADES: "Golem has not been in a very good mood lately and I don't blame him! Malec and Lebron have been punishing him by throwing garbage opponents at him like this jerk! You saw what he did to Ricky 'The Tank' in San Jose!"
T.R.: "Yes, he ended that man's career! And Nemesis warned him about that earlier in the show! And not only is Nemesis angered with his actions, but Conflict wants a piece too! This is brutal!! Golem is kicking and stomping away at this local indy wrestler!"
J.S.: "Are you kidding me!? Malec was stumbling down the Western Avenue bar crawl last night and probably found this guy in a tavern and invited him on TV! Little did he know that he was going to be killed in the ring!"
T.R.: "Golem picks Triple W up and hits a tombstone piledriver!! He won't pin him!! He displays the Claw to the crowd and they respond strongly with boos! He applies it to Triple W!! Referee Sal Putz calls for the bell as Triple W immediately taps out! But Golem won't let go!!"
J.S.: "Kill da bum!! Kill da bum!!"
T.R.: "Nice talk!! Sal Putz is trying to pull Golem off and Golem shoves Putz all the way across the ring! Golem finally lets off the Claw and rolls out of the ring! Now what!?"
J.S.: "TABLE!!"
T.R.: "Golem is going to make a statement here by sacrificing the life of Triple W! Golem reapplies the Claw!! Clawslam!! Right through the table!! Golem holds the Claw on and Triple W is bleeding like a sieve!! Let's get some help out here! Golem pushes Putz away again!"
(CUE-UP: "The Thin Line" by Queensryche)
T.R.: "Here comes Nemesis!! Nemesis hits the ring and he and Golem start pounding away ay each other!! Nemesis gets the advantage with a big uppercut and backs Golem into the ropes and clotheslines him right over!! Golem lands hard on the studio floor! Listen to this crowd!! Nemesis goes over and attends to Triple W as the fans roar!"
J.S.: "Nemesis just made the biggest mistake of his life! He just had to go and play hero out there and save that loser's life, and now he is going to pay in spades! Golem is NOT one to mess with, and here he comes!"
GOLEM: (breating heavy) "So...now I am finally moving up the damned FWF's ladder of success, eh? By taking sacrifices of no-talent, no-name losers from no-name, no-class clip-board wielding idiots who rate you on your interaction with the fans. This is really all this show, isn't it? A small potatoes program to allow people to see the wrestlers and for the suits to see who will sink and who will float. But your not going to hold me under. Golem will preservere. Listen to them...(the boos increase in volume)...they remember me. They remember what I did to their token heroes and their blasphemous gods, don't they? Well excuse me for my lack of remorse, but I simply don't care. I am still here and I am still putting the top-rate talent of the FWF in hospitals. After returning from the neck injury dealt to me from the current FWF World Champion Anarky, my goal has been one thing. Revenge. Not just upon him, he shall feel the pointy end of my blade soon enough. But they believe I came back from it too early. Actually, I was ready to go about 3 weeks before they let me wrestle again. So, they allow me to test the FWF's waters against O'Neill, Conflict, and now this joke? Apparentally they think I'm still injured, because I am on FWF's specialty rehabilitation program. After all, (stares at the body of blood on the mat) laughter is the best medicine, correct? I warn everyone. The wrecking ball that is Golem has begun to roll. It shall not stop rolling until my revenge is satisfied. All will suffer. I shall be vindicated. Bitterness is upon you all...the black angel of Golem is only just beginning to spread it's new-found wings. And YOU Nemesis, (points to the ring) YOU will be just another VICTIM!"
T.R.: "Fans, that was Golem, and trouble is brewing between him and Nemesis! We have to take a break, and we'll be back with much more action!"
(The camera shows Triple W loaded onto a stretcher as Nemesis looks on with concern, and then stares angrily at Golem walking away. Fade to commercial)
(FADE-IN: Paul Kramer standing at mid-ring) PAUL KRAMER: "In our next match, already in the ring, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at 255lbs., "ATTITUDE ADJUSTER" NICK BUCHANAN!!"
(A tanned, muscular young man in red tights stands in the ring and waves at the crowd, and a few female fans can be heard swooning)
P.K.: "And his opponent, coming to the ring," (CUE-UP: "Warsaw" by Joy Division) "From No Sun City, weighing in at 312lbs., the FWF National Heavyweight Champion, BLACK SAGE!!"
(The crowd roars as Black Sage emerges from the curtain with his belt raised high in the air. He climbs up on the arpon and displays it proudly and yells out, "This is the number one belt in the FWF! Not that piece of tin Anarky is carrying around!" He climbs into the ring and stares at Buchanan intently)
TONY ROSS: "Well, here he is, on our first edition of Frontier Madness, the National Champion Black Sage!"
JAKE SHADES: "The SECONDARY champion I might add!"
T.R.: "Well, Sage will argue with you about that one, that's for sure! Sage thinks the National belt is the top belt in the FWF, and he may have an argument there! Anarky carries the World belt, and a showdown between those two is inevitable! Sage locks up with Buchanan in a test of strength and Buchanan is holding his own! Sage starts pushing him into the corner and we get a clean break!"
J.S.: "This Buchanan is probably the only new guy I've seen tonight that actually looks like a real wrestler!"
T.R.: "Yes, Buchanan is very muscular, but we'll see what kind of wrestling skills he has! The females seem to like him! I remember Buchanan from the NFWA days and he has experience!"
J.S.: "Wait a minute! This guy was in the NFWA!? I thought he looked familiar! WAIT A MINUTE!!"
T.R.: "I think you just realized that he is related to one of your special friends!"
J.S.: "THAT'S RIGHT, this is King Krusher's, the Kicago Klown's cousin!! I forgot all about him! I hope Sage KILLS this jerk just for being related to K.K.! Wait, what am I saying??"
T.R.: "There you heard it fans, Shades is rooting for Sage!"
J.S.: "No, I didn't mean.."
T.R.: "Sage with a nice single leg takedown into an elbow drop, and now Sage applies a painful sitting leglock as Buchanan reaches for the ropes! Buchanan is almost there, but Sage lets off the hold before he gets there and he is up and pounding away at him! Sage puts the boots to him and pulls him up! Big belly to back suplex! Sage with a big knee to the head! Sage pulls Buchanan right back up and oh my!!! Sage is gorilla pressing the 260 pounder!! Wow!! He throws him down with authority! Sage pulls Buchanan up and whips him in! Buchanan is off with a body press!! 1.....2.....Sage kicks out!! That would have been a serious upset!"
J.S.: "As much as I'd like to see it, do you actually think this guy that crawled out of K.K.'s gene cess pool, has a chance against the National Champion?"
T.R.: "As much as you'd like to see it?? Now you're rooting for Buchanan?? Make up your mind! Sage is angered as he gets up but Buchanan hits him with a hard forearm and whips him into the turnbuckles! Buchanan charges in and ohhh!! Did he catch a big boot to the face!! Sage grabs the staggering Buchanan and pulls him back into tthe corner! He's setting him up!! The Black Plague dominator!! He nails Buchanan!! Here's a cover!! 1.....2......3!! And this one is in the books! Sage gets the duke here on the first edition of Frontier Madness!"
J.S.: "Big deal! I want to see him do that to Anarky and we all know that he could never do that to the top champion!"
T.R.: "And now Black Sage will join us at the interview area!"
(Black Sage makes his way over and takes Jake Shades' mic forcefully and pushes Shades away)
BLACK SAGE: "First off, ya know...(Sage takes a deep breathe)...we here in the FWF recently lost a great friend, Victor Alvarez. ...and I felt like I needed to say something about it, because when I first came to the FWF, Victor was the only guy who took the time to know who I was. He found me in the locker room before my first Battleground...and took the time to learn my history in this sport, and make sure he had it right for his broadcasts. (Sage laughs) You know...for weeks on end I've been introduced under the wrong weight, but Victor...he *always* got it right. ...so right now, I'd like you all to join me in a moment a silence for the late, great Victor Alvarez.
(The lights in the studio dim and a moment of silence is held for Victor Alvarez, with his picture on the screen)
BLACK SAGE: "Thank you Victor. You *are* missed, every day. (Sage takes a breath) ...and I guess that brings me back to business as usual. Ross , if you got questions about Stone Wolf and the rest of the New Breed..they're not here tonight, so save your breathe and sit tight Tony! We're saving that for another night. But as far as tonight goes, it's no secret I invited Anarky here to answer his little challenge! Anarky...you want to stand in this ring with a title that has about much merit as the one I bought my nephew from Toys R Us, and challenge me? (Sage laughs) I wasn't interested in that alleged World Title before, so what makes you think I'm interested in it now, huh? ...but you must be after a title with some meaning yourself, or looking for one to give the other a shot in the arm. (Sage grins) Anarky! You want to address and challenge me!? ...then you leave Pestilence and Manson backstage, or up your sleeve, or wherever! They don't need to hold your hand down the aisle tonight, so come on down...and do it to my face!"
(Sage stops talking and waits a few moments as the crowd yells. CUE-UP: "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie. Anarky emerges from the back with his World Title around his waist, and alone. Anarky takes Ross' mic and the crowd is going nuts)
ANARKY: "You know, I heard you shooting your mouth off 90 miles a minute as usual, and I just had to come out here and shut it."
B.S.: "Oh, now you're gonna shut my mouth? What about that little tirade you had earlier about your so-called challenge? Why would you think I want that worthless piece of aluminum when I have this?" (points to the National belt on his shoulder)
ANARKY: "Because Sage, THIS... (takes the World belt off his waist and holds it up in the air, as the jewel encrusted facade glitters in the studio lights) this is what it's all about. This is the TOP belt in the FWF, representing the entire world, not just this God-forsaken country. This belt means that *I* am the best professional wrestling has to offer. This belt means *I* am the top dog, and YOU want to be the top dog. And you can't say you are the top dog until you have beaten me."
(Anarky smiles cockily)
B.S.: "Well, THIS..(Sage takes the belt off his shoulders and holds it up) THIS belt represents TRADITION and HARD WORK. Guys like Nevada Smith, Billy Matthews, and yes, even Asylum have all worn this belt proudly and dropped blood, sweat and tears for it. You breeze through a tournament that four of the FWF's major stars weren't even in and you call that hard work? Please."
ANARKY: "Hey, I had to beat your new buddy STONE WOLF to even get a chance to fight for this belt, somethihng you could never do SAGE! So don't tell me about hard work!"
B.S.: "Well, there's only one way to settle this then, and I guess we'll have to take it to the ring at the next Pay-Per-View! I accept your challenge, Anarky!"
ANARKY: "To hell with that, let's not wait for the PPV! Let's do it now!!"
(With that, both men drop their mics and start pounding on each other. Sage gets an advantage and drags him to the ring by the hair. Anarky gets in a low blow and DDTs Sage on the floor. Talent Relations runs out and they dump Sage into the ring. Tony Ross retrieves his mic)
T.R.: "Talent Relations is out and now we got three-on-one and Stone Wolf and the New Breed are NOT here! Sage is alone!"
J.S.: "Yeah, that's what that illiterate convict gets for laying his filthy paws on me!! Kick him!! Bite him!! I want blood!!!"
T.R.: "They are just putting the boots to Sage! Anarky hits the Equalizer chin breaker with the help of Talent Relations and they leave the National Champion laying! And Anarky makes his way back over here!"
(Anarky grabs the mic from Ross)
ANARKY: "Wait! The champion doesn't look good without his belt!"
(Anarky picks the National Title belt off the floor and rolls back into the ring with it. He places it over Sage's face and viciously stomps him on the head)
T.R.: "Good Lord!! He just stomped Sage's face with that belt over it!! He could have broken his nose!! What has happened to Anarky!?"
J.S.: "NOTHING! His interview with you a while back was all an act! He never stopped being despicable and I love it! Ha ha ha!!"
T.R.: "Wait a minute, Jobber has just joined us! What are you doing here!"
(Jobber walks up staring at Black Sage laying in the ring being attended to, and addresses Sage as if he is listening)
JOBBER: "Sage, that was one hell of a match. I would have been down there cheering you on, since you know what a BIG FAN I am, but gosh darn it, I don't even know why I'm in this studio in the first place. I just thought I should stop by, and say I was rooting for you during that whole match, I mean, who else deserves that title more than the guy who got embarassed on the mic by Scott Malec when he was begging for that title shot. And when you came out to take on Anarky, and his new pals from the IWC, you knew I had your back, since that's what friends do! We stick together, and we watch each others back. Oh, no need to thank me, I knew you all had the situation well in hand, and my help would have only lessened that beating you gave to those carpet baggers. Yeah, I know, I'm too kind, that's nice of you to say, but Sage, you need to give yourself credit, where credit is do! Well, I gotta go."
(Jobber walks off the set quickly)
T.R.: "What the hell was that all about??"
J.S.: "I think I'm really starting to like Jobber!"
T.R.: "Well, we have to take a break, we'll be back with more Frontier Madness on Fox Sports America!"
(Fade to commercial as Black Sage is shown being helped out of the ring by some trainers)
(FADE-IN: Tony Ross and Jake Shades standing at the interview set)
TONY ROSS: "Ladies and gentlemen, coming out here next is the one and only aerial enforcer, JD Badluck!"
(CUE-UP: "Heroes" by The Wallflowers. JD and AJ Badluck come through the entrance of the set. AJ is heavily limping while JD is moving really smoothly. JD enters the ring to strong cheers, and AJ barely enters to any reaction at all)
T.R: "JD Badluck, first of all, what do you think of our new locale?"
(JD takes his sunglasses off and looks around the whole studio)
JD BADLUCK: "I gotta say, Mr. Ross, that this place is nice enough for me to kick some a-- oh, wait, I forgot, this is gonna be broadcast. But you know what i'm saying."
(AJ grabs the mic from JD and pushes Tony Ross just slightly.)
AJ BADLUCK: "That's right, Ross. JD Badluck is here to win for the BYW in every match he's got."
(JD backs up and looks on more and more peeved at AJ)
AJ BADLUCK: "And he's doing that because the BYW Brigade has been there for him in every match in the past few months."
(JD jumps up and grabs the mic away from AJ.)
JD BADLUCK: "Uh-uh, no way, AJ. The only one whose been winning any matches around here in the BYW is me. Where was the Brigade when I could have won the Extreme Ring? Where was the Brigade when I was getting beaten by Minion? Hell, you were getting beaten on the outside by Conflict the one time you were out with me. Since i've been forced into this group, the only one who got any benefits out of it was you. Your washed up body couldn't handle any more, so you come to find me, so you can be on TV. But not any more, big brother. No more of this BYW Brigade Bull! I'm solo, because i'm the only TRUE Badluck!"
(JD rips the BYW t-shirt off as the crowd goes nuts. He hands Tony Ross the mic, to turn and watch AJ walk across to the ring to the steps in disgust. AJ turns back to look at JD and gets a Spider Springer for his troubles. JD gets back up and grabs the mic again.)
JD BADLUCK: "So, AJ, you're done here. You get out, or i'll make sure that limp of yours isn't just on one side of your body. Leave FWF, forever. You'll never be considered part of my family ever again. And, Tony, if you get a chance, tell Suicide King that i'm not done with him either. He's got a rematch coming, and that Ring will be mine."
(JD tosses the microphone to Tony, grabs his sunglasses, and goes back to the ring to a thunderous ovation)
T.R.: (still a little bit shocked): "Ladies and gentlemen, that was JD Badluck! Take it away, Paul!"
(CUT-TO: Paul Kramer at mid-ring)
PAUL KRAMER: "In our next match, already in the ring, from Waterbury, Connecticut, weighing in at 208lbs., "GENTLEMAN" ALEX GRAHAM!!"
(The crowd boos as Graham's attention never leaves the fans and has his back turned to JD Badluck)
P.K.: "And his opponent, from Anchorage, Alaska, weighing in at 200lbs., JD BADLUCK!!"
(the crowd cheers loudly as Badluck mounts the turnbuckles nearest the distracted Graham. The bell rings)
T.R.: "Badluck is already on the top rope!! He leaps!! Ohh!!! a hurracanrana into a rollup!! 1....2......3!!! Oh my God, he beat him in about five seconds!! That has to be a record!!"
JAKE SHADES: "Any jerk can sneak up from behind somebody and pin them that fast! Graham was just admonishing these idiots in the crowd and I don't blame him one bit! Badluck just got some good luck with that!"
T.R.: "And there goes Badluck, celebrating with the crowd, winning right after attacking his deadbeat brother and disowning the Backyard Brigade! And speaking of, here they come!! Robot Boy, Whitedust, and Bernard the hardcore folk singer! And they attack JD Badluck from behind! Bernard goes up on the apron as the other two hold Badluck!! Bernard with a moonsault onto Badluck!! Another three-on-one attack!! Whitedust grabs a chair and now he's up on the arpon!! He leaps and nails Badluck with the chair right in the face as Bernard and Robot Boy held him!! What a beating! Hold everthing!! Who is this guy!! Whoever it is, he's attacking the BYW and saving Badluck from certain injury!"
J.S.: "Great, some unknown guy gets to spoil my fun!? Screw that!?"
T.R.: "Wait a minute! I know who that is! That's Nick Kurtel, a newcomer to the FWF just signed by Scott Malec and Joe Lebron! I heard this kid reeks of potential and now he's chasing the BYW off with chairs! The fans are cheering as Kurtel helps an injured Badluck to his feet!"
J.S.: "I know what else he reeks of! Both of these guys combined couldn't outweigh a sack of potatoes! Why are these wrestlers getting smaller and smaller!?"
T.R.: "As long as they have the talent to hang in the ring, who cares!? Kurtel assists JD Badluck back to the dressing room, and now fans, here is a special look at FWF World Impact Y2K!"
(The major highlights of World Impact Y2K are shown before the commercial break)
FADE-IN: The camera pans all around the Mount Greenwood Studios before zooming in on Paul Kramer in the ring)
(The crowd boos loudly as Gladiator walks briskly to the ring, wearing chain mail and a helmet,with a look on his face that says he wants to hurt somebody. When he climbs in the ring, he takes the chain mail and helmet off to reveal tan tights)
P.K.: : "And his opponent," (CUE-UP: "Coffee Mug" by the Descendants) "From the Suburban Jungle, weighing in at 275lbs., MAXWELL HOUZ!!"
(The fans cheer loudly and it appears that they have fully taken to the caffeine addict. Houz stops in front of the ring and takes a huge chug out of his thermos, and spits half of it into the ring at Gladiator)
JAKE SHADES: "Ya know, I wonder how much Maxwell Houz enjoys being a slave to Malec!"
TONY ROSS: "He is not a slave, he does whatever he wants! Gladiator, on the other hand, is merely a puppet for Manson and Silver to protect Anarky! Wasn't Russell Crowe a slave in the 'Gladiator' movie??"
J.S.: "B.S.! Anarky doesn't need a bodyguard!"
T.R.: "That remains to be seen! Houz rolls into the ring and Gladiator immediately starts kicking and stomping at him! Maxwell Houz fights his way to his feet with huge rights and lefts! But Gladiator gets a thumb to the eye in and knees Houz in the gut! He whips Houz in and hits a thrust chop to the throat! Houz falls to the mat hard!"
J.S.: "Gladiator is just too tough and too insane for Houz to handle! This guy makes Asylum look like an altar boy!"
T.R.: "I wouldn't go that far, Shades! Speaking of Asylum, I did mention earlier that he suffered a serious injury at the National Title Torture Chamber match and then, against doctor's orders, wrestled Stone Wolf to a time limit draw in San Diego! That was the last straw and Asylum's body couldn't take anymore so he is out indefinitely! I have to admire his resiliency!"
J.S.: 'I admire everything about that man, he could be the next president if he wants to!
T.R.: "That would mean Armageddon! Gladiator is choking Houz out as Stu Fields is screaming for Gladiator to let off! Gladiator lets off and now he's burying his knee in the throat of Maxwell Houz! Gladiato pulls Houz up and whips him in! Big dropkick right to the face! Gladiator covers!! 1.....2....No!! Houz gets to his feet and is met with some vicious chops! Gladiator backs the much bigger Houz into the corner and chops him some more! But Houz shakes it off and fires back with chops off his own, and a huge right sends Gladiator to the mat! Gladiator begs off as Houz approaches and ohhh!! Low blow!"
J.S.: "Classic move!! Sucker the big dummy in and ring his bells!! Sweet!"
T.R.: "Houz doubles over and Gladiator hits a nasty double arm DDT!! A cover! 1.....2.....Kickout! Gladiator argues with Fields about the count and that gives Houz some time to shake it off! All that caffeine on the brain might be numbing the pain! Houz is on his feet and Gladiator turns and catches a boot to the gut followed by a big bulldog and the fans respond! Houz turns Gladiator over and now he's returning the favor with the choke!"
J.S.: "Come on ref, let's see a DQ here, he ain't letting go!"
T.R.: "Houz drags Gladiator to his feet and whips him in! Tilt-o-whirl backbreaker, nicely done! Houz comes off the ropes for a big splash but Gladiator rolls out of there! Just barely! Gladiator goes over and Houz grabs the leg and trips him!! Ohh!! Gladiator just landed with the back of his head hitting the bottom turnbuckle!! That didn't look good at all!! Houz is up and he grabs Gladiator and he's going for the Last Drop! Cancel that, here comes Talent Relations and they stop that from happening and we got a DQ! Houz will get the win here but he's taking a beating from Talent Relations!"
J.S.: "Oh well, if you can't get the win, you might as well beat the life out of him!"
T.R.: "Yeah, three-on-one seems to be a theme tonight! Houz is fighting back!! He blocks a right from 'Jamar' and sends him over the ropes!! 'Ybok' tries to get a shot in but it has no effect and Houz nails the Last Drop on him!! The fans are responding in force here in Mount Greenwood!"
J.S.: "He's lucky Anarky isn't out here to knock the caffeine buzz out of him! I still think that he shouldn't be allowed to tank up on that stuff before the match!"
T.R.: "I don't think you should be allowed to get liquored up before you announce matches, so what's your point! And Houz is coming our way!"
(Maxwell Houz walks over holding the back of his head and favoring his ribs)
MAXWELL HOUZ: "Ookkkaaaaay...heh...I kinda figured once I stomped the Wickster and Gladiator, Doc's goon squad would be removed from my hair. But apparently, this isn't the case. but it's cool. Cuz I gots an idea. Perhaps, if next Madness, I make Talent Relations go SQUISH in a handicap match, maybe THEN they'll LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE ....AAAAHHH!!!"
T.R.: "Fans, we'll be back with the main event after this message!"
(Fade to a commercial for the next Battleground, at Dodger's Stadium)
(FADE-IN: Paul Kramer is 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 Tag Team Titles! First, coming to the ring, (CUE-UP: "Road Rage" by CatScan) "From Kalamazoo, Michigan, at a combined weight of 600lbs., the FWF National Tag Team Champions, COPYCAT AND BLACK CAT, THE CAT PACK!! They are accompanied by IceKold!"
(The crowd boos loudly as the Cats come through the curtain, but instead of the ring, they go to the interview set)
COPYCAT: "People of Chicago! Lend me your ears! As you know, I try to keep up on the latest wrestling news, and the question on everybody's mind right now is "Where's CatScan's video?" Well, I'd like to explain that. You see, in a sense, World Impact was both a win and a loss for the Cat Pack. The win came with our glorious victory over the New Breed to capture the tag team titles that were rightfully ours. But the loss came from your reaction to CatScan, a band that was NOTHING until I stepped in to show the world their talent. They worked hard for you people, and what thanks did they get? They were booed and attacked by wrestlers jealous of their success! At first, I was upset about this, but then I realized the truth. It's not that you genuinely dislike CatScan's music, I'm sure...oh no, it isn't that. Quite frankly, I blame the New Breed for this. You fans have spent so much time being forced to look up to those scum that you've begun to believe what they believe, do what they do. But with the Cat Pack at the head of FWF tag team competition, all that will change! I've seen the statistics, and the shocking number of people being jumped for no reason in parking lots nationwide is dropping with every minute that we hold these belts! Soon, you will all begin to realize that CatScan's music isn't bad - it's just contrary to the beliefs of the New Breed, and there's no reason for you to look up to them anymore. And because of that, I personally called the MTV network and asked that they hold off on the debut of CatScan's "Road Rage" music video, asking that they wait until the fans can truly appreciate CatScan. In fact, to further show you fans how much the Cat Pack truly cares for you, we will be collaborating with other FWF wrestlers in an all-new song and music video which will deal with an issue that is tearing the FWF apart - the overwhelming number of bad-asses employed here. You should all know that we do what we do not for ourselves, but for you, the fans! Now then, on to the issue of our opponents for tonight, the Franchise's Dream. We really don't know a whole lot about these guys, other than that they've got a lot of youthful exuberance and are big advocates of the "old school". But because they actually went to the trouble of doing their homework on us, we thought we'd work out a little tribute toward them, a tribute which should be a great honor to the "old school".
P.K.: "And their opponents," (CUE-UP: "Funky Cold Medina" by Tone Loc) "From Cedar Rapids, Iowa, weighing in at 230lbs., DANNY GABLE!! His partner, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 225lbs., LANCE TURNER!! They are the FRANCHISE'S DREAM!! They are accompanied by Codie Thompson!"
(The fans cheer as the Franchise's Dream walk to the ring with angry looks on their faces over the Cat Pack changing their music. Codie Thompson brings up the rear in his wheelchair. The Cat Pack enters the ring as the Franchise's Dream yells at them)
TONY ROSS: "What an insult that was to change the Dream's music!"
JAKE SHADES: "Hey, I'll take old-school Tone Loc anyday over old-school Survivor!"
T.R.: "Oh, you think its musical when you pass gas so who asked for your opinion! The Dream immediately attacks! The Cats are reeeling here as Gable and Turner pummel them! Gable sends Black Cat over the ropes and Turner sends Copycat in for a big backdrop! Big fistdrop followed by more shots to the head! Turner pulls Copycat up by the hair and whips him into the corner and Copycat comes out charging with a clothesline! Turner never expected it! The Cats are fresh off their stunning win over the New Breed up on that scaffold at World Impact Y2K, and I can't believe Black cat is even standing after Darren Macmillan dove off the scaffold on top of him! There are rumors that he has back problems!"
J.S.: "I just want to see how the Cats outsmart these guys! That plan at World Impact was ingenius!"
T.R.: "Black Cat and Gable have returned to their corners as Copycat works over Turner! Copycat pulls Turner up and slams him right back down! He measures Turner for a forearm and nails him! Copycat tags in Black Cat and he comes in with some kicks for Turner's ribs! Black Cat pulls him and whips him in! He ducks down and Turner axehandles him, grabs him and hits a pumphandle slam! That did not feel good on Black Cat's back! And he is showing the pain!"
J.S.: "Shake it off!"
T.R.: "Turner falls into his corner and tags in Gable! Gable rocks Black Cat with some big rights and sends him into the ropes and B lack Cat almost falls over! Gable gives him some help with another right and Black Cat flips over and lands hard on the floor! Gable goes out after him and runs him face first into the post! He dumps Black Cat back in and tags Turner in! Turner comes over and Black Cat tackles Turner down! Black Cat shakes off the cobwebs and tags in Copycat!"
J.S.: "What a disadvantage the Cats are at after that brutal match in San Jose on the scaffold, and they're still proving how tough they are here!"
T.R.: "Copycat comes in and Turner is back up and kicks him in the stomach and nails him with a face jam! And now IceKold is up on the apron, she sensed trouble and had to distract the referee! It figures!"
J.S.: "That is smart wrestling there, Ross, not cowardice!"
T.R.: "Copycat runs to the ropes and bumps Icekold!! She falls off the apron right on top of Codie Thompson in the wheelchair!! What the hell was that!? That was totally deliberate, Copycat hardly nudged her!! What a joke!!"
J.S.: "Ha ha ha ha ha!! That's the Copycat's version of 'Trip the Crip'!"
T.R.: "Turner is yelling out at Icekold as she untangles herself from Thompson's wheelchair after that dramaticized fall! Copycat from behind with a low blow!! He grabs Turner and hits the Litterbomb!! Here comes Gable, and Black Cat heads him off at the pass with a Kittycat Kick!! Copycat pins!! 1.....2......3!! Another cheap win for the Cats and they retain their belts!"
J.S.: "Cheap!? Nobody interfered in that match and laid a hand on Franchise's Dream! That was the Cats brains at work there and I love it!"
T.R.: "Icekold gets back into the ring after untangling herself from the wreckage and celebrates with her men as Gable rolls out to check on Thompson! What a farce! Way to injure a handicapped person you jerks! This crowd is out for blood in here! Hold everything, who is this!?"
J.S.: "It's a group of illegal immigrants running from the INS!!"
T.R.: "No you idiot, those are the newly hired bodyguards of the Candidates! Miguel Sanchez, Dennis Castro, and Je'sus Christ have attacked the Cat Pack! IceKold is deposited from the ring as Gestapo 2000 as they're known beat the hell out of the Cats! Fans, we are out of time, make sure you watch the next FWF Battleground coming live from Dodger's Stadium in LA right here on Fox Sports America! For Jake Shades, this is Tony Ross signing off from Mount Greenwood Studios in Chicago!"
(Fade to credits)