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Live Monday, October 23

From
The Sold Out! First Union Center in Philadelphia Pennsylvania

Mainevent!
Stable War!!
Both teams will be placed in a 3 ring 3 cage match were they will battle it out till one team is left standing. If at anytime during the match a champion of a respected belt is pinned he loses his belt to the person that
pinned him and is eliminated! The last Team standing wins!
Cental Powers (Evan Levine, High Flyer, Tony Davis, Scott Stone, and LiGiL) vs. Children of the Porn! (Psycho Jay, Rob Kestler, Chris Davidson, AWS Man, Former IML VP Nick Kostos)

Hardcore Match
Non-Title
Both of these men will have big matches at FTD but before then lets hope they survive each other!
Sam Potright vs. Phelen Kell

Welcome back to the ring(Stone)
Evan hasn't seen inring action since Mall Brawl and now he will make his inring come back!! But he couldnt have asked for a harder match! And on top of that Evan will have to face COP in the mainevent! Can he live past HIT?
Evan Levine w/ Discord vs Hardcore Isosceles Trapezoid

Battle of the stars!!(WoC)

All 4 men have made a name for them selves here in the IWO and are trying to get to the next level....but they still have things to prove! Can they beat the best of there best?
Aaron Kain vs Mike Extreme vs Fenix vs Wesley Sanders

US Title Match
IN A CAGE!!!!
With the 3 rings and cages set up for Stable Wars we thought we should get are moneys worth. So we are going to put 2 of the hardest working IWO Superstars in the same ring and watch them bleed!! HAHAH ant it great!
Cyanide-c- vs Shawn Arrows
(Andrew with a run in)

Tag Team 4 way for the IC Tag Belt!(Tod)
Yea so the IC Tag belts havent been defended in like 2 months. SO its time we get that belt back into motion! So We thought the best way to do this would be with 4 teams!
Winds of Change -c- vs Suicide Kings vs Spaz Event vs Mysterous Tag Team

Welcome Back to the IWO(Spaz Event)
Yea so Lopez has come back to the IWO.....but is he ready to keep up with the young up and comming talent here? Well were going to find out when he takes on one of the best the IWO has to offer!
Andrew vs Carlos Lopez

VP Evan will be there!!!
Commish Ford Will be there!!!
plus much much more!!!!
=================================
(Slowly the IWO heartbeat fades onto the television screen, as a distant heartbeat is heard ever so softly in the background. Once more, this process repeats itself, as it goes on for one more time. The dreaded flatline is heard, as the IWO logo bursts into immediate flames, startling the viewers at home on their television set, whether waiting for it or not. Slowly, the black background burns down to nothing, as the IWO logo has been implimented onto the screen. A hammer comes down out of nowhere, cracking the logo into tons of pieces, as we close into highlights of the past couple weeks. "Responsibility" by MXPX is playing in the background to accompany these highlights.)

GP: Phelen lifts Flyer up now, but Flyer lifts Kell up even higher into a back body drop! Flyer fooled Kell! He was playin possum! He slides Kell over to the corner now...HE'S CALLING FOR IT! HE'S CALLING FOR THE FLYING MOON SHOT! HE'S UP ON THE TOP ROPE!

JT: YES! YES! YES!

GP: HE LEAPS OFF! AND HE HIT IT! HE HIT IT! BUT NO! PHELEN KELL JUST FLIPPED IT OVER! HE FLIPPED THE PIN OVER! KESTLER FOR THE COUNT!

Kestler: UNO, DOS, TRES!

GP: PHELEN KELL WINS! PHELEN KELL WINS!

JT: FUCKIN' SON OF A BITCH!

GP: PHELEN KELL DID IT! BUT WAIT! OH MY GOD HERE COMES EVAN LEVINE AND THE CENTRAL POWERS!

JT: HAHA! I KNEW THIS WOULD END WELL!

GP: THEY'RE CLIMBING IN THE RING AND GOING AFTER PHELEN! EVAN HITS PHELEN AND KNOCKS HIM OVER! THE CP IS TAKING PHELEN APART! DAMN IT SOMEBODY STOP THIS! STOP THIS NOW!

JT: HAHAHAHA.....OH SHIT! RUN GUYS! RUN!

Nikki: Here comes Psycho Jay!

JT: What the hell is he doing out here?!

: JAY HITS THE RING AND SPEARS SCOTT STONE! HE GETS UP AND LEVELS LEVINE WITH A DIVING CLOTHESLINE AND STARTS POUNDING AWAY AT HIM....NOW THE CP ARE STOMPING JAY!

Nikki: The completely out-number Jay and Kell!

GP: HERE COMES HARLEQUIN! HE HAS A SPIKED BASEBALL BAT! OH MY GOD! THE CENTRAL POWERS HAVE CLEARED OUT OF THE RING!!!! PHELEN KELL IS DOWN! HARLEQUIN SAVES THE DAY!

(We fade out of Hostile Takeover, as we fade into Monday Night Meltdown from Philadelphia, PA. The fans are on their feet cheering as "Awake" by Godsmack erupts out of the pa system. Fans holding signs like "Bring back Titan," "I want in the Porn N Go!," and the ever customary sign ever since Commish Ford joined the IWO board, "Where is G.I. Bro" litter the stands. The camera pans around the audience, showing the Philadelphia crowd on their feet. All the way down to the announcers booth, we see Ashley Keller, Max Riot, and Jason Storm with microphones in their hands.)

MR:Fans, WELCOME TO MONDAY NIGHT MELTDOWN!

JS:Oh is this show ever going to be crazy. From what I hear, people are actually fighting over control of tonight's show, My Dick, Commish Ford, and Commish Evan!

MR:That's VP Evan to you Mr. Storm.

AK:I haven't heard any of the such Jason, are you making things up again/

JS:Listen, I don't make up things. I tell the truth one hundred percent of the time!

MR:Yeah, yeah... whatever. Fans, tonight the Central Powers could very well get their revenge. The last few cards have all seemed to be Children of the Porn, and tonight, the Central Powers get CotP inside the ring, all titles on the line! And this match is supposed to be a 3 Ring, 3 cage matchup! I don't even know what that is, so it'll be fun to watch!

JS:Hell, we don't know anything VP Evan does. Or even Commish Tom... My Dick for savior!

AK:Sam Potright will battle Phelen Kell in a no rules hardcore street fight, as Potright has been showing that he deserves the Extreme title week in and week out! He just seems to be getting better and better every week!

MR:Yeah, but can he beat Kell? Kell IS the best, can Potright get the job done?

JS:That's up to the person. I personally think Zombie's the best in the game...

(The camera fades into Team Tampax's locker room. All of a sudden, the door barges open.)

MR:IT'S JACK NIGHT! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!

JS:I don't know, but Night goes right for... Pen?

AK:He's strangling that spatula! What in gods name!

MR:Fans... Jack Night is an idiot, and we have to go now...

**Commercial Break**

(Returning from commercial break, we fade into the backstage area. Commish Ford is talking on the phone with someone, but we don't know who it is.)

Commish Ford:Yes, I want ten of them here... what do you mean you only need one! You better send at least two, Evan's a sly bastard!

(The camera pans out to see VP Evan in view. He is standing there with another man, dressed in business attire. Ford turns around, and greets VP Evan.)

Commish Ford:Oh, hey Commish Evan.

VP Evan:Why does everyone say that. You are totally copying Psycho Jay.

Commish Ford:Like it matters, because in twenty four hours, this company will be mine... you'll see!

VP Evan:What the hell are you talking about?

Commish Ford:Come on Evan, you must be braindead...

(Ford begins to make his way out of his office as he throws his fist up into the air, and yells out the words "Game Time," mocking the Vice President. Evan hangs his head down low.)

VP Evan:And that guy is on the IWO Board... what is this world coming too... (Turning to the other guy) Want to go get a coffee from the IWO booth Mrs. Goldman?

(VP Evan and who presumably is Desire Goldman, walk out of Commish Ford's office.)

JS:WAS THAT MRS. GOLDMEN! LEADER OF THE FWF!

MR:CRAAAAAZAY!

(The camera fades out, and into the ring. "I am Your Boogieman" by White Zombie begins to play, as Evan Levine, High Flyer, and Tony Davis all walk out from the back together. LiGiL is nowhere to be seen, as is Scott Stone. They all make their way to the ring, Team V.I.A.G.R.A. carring a large garbage bag, as Evan is the first to speak.)

Evan Levine:As most of you degenerate fans out there know, this sunday at Fear the Darkness, I shall be facing none other than the former President of the IML, Nick Kostos. Now, if he was the original president, he might very well have some power, but, of course, he's not. He's just plain old Nick Kostos, leeching on the glory days that never were. Too bad Nick never was a true wrestler, maybe he would have some talent if he wasn't so damn scrawny...

Flyer:He's lacking his calcium, isn't he...

Evan Levine:Yeah, he probably is. And you know what they say about people who lack calcium...

(Flyer and Tony are shown in the background discussing the meaning of the word calcium, as Evan continues to ramble.)

Evan Levine:Their bones are brittle, and they are nothing but weak pathetic heaps of human waste... And with waste, we clean up the trash... because I AM THE REEL HEEL!

(Levine hands the microphone over to Flyer, who seems to have regrouped. He still considers the meaning of the world calcium, but then continues on.)

Flyer:You know what, when I got Sprinkles the Shower Clown, I thought it was a gift from my loving wife, but once I got home, and tried it out, guess what... it wasn't a funny clown. It tried to hurt me, and I blame it all on Rob Kestler!(Boos) His pornography business that I once cherished has now become a vudo hex on everything good in this world, including Sprinkles the Shower Clown. I can't believe you Rob, turning something once innocent and pure into something degrading, and destructive. How can you do that to Sprinkles Robby! How can you take away IT'S tag team title! You cheap chiniving bastard! I'll see to it that you pay for your actions, but in and out of this very ring!

(Flyer drops back, and gives the mic to Tony Davis. Flyer is shown trying to grab some things out of an oversized garbage bag that they brought to the ring.)

Davis:You know what Jay, over the past few weeks, I've been wondering, is it really worth the work and effort I put into finding out this information about you? And then I realize I'm wasting my time when I could be watching the Women's Olympic Soccer team play over and over. It's a shame it took me that long to realize it as well, but no matter. You see Jay, I was once like you, brash, willing to do anything for a cheap pop, hell, most things in this business are for the pop, but Jay, you see, you seem to try to take it a step further. You believe that calling someone a pissant is more important than actual wrestling. Jay, you don't realize that you're just digging yourself deeper into a hole. Sure, Wesley Sanders is very athletic, but he doesn't have the talent, and the experience of Tony Davis. Jay, get ready for Free the Darkness...

(As we change camera angles, we see that Flyer and Levine have set up a huge pile of magazines.)

JS:THOSE ARE PORNOS!

MR:Right they are... I think I see Chyna's spread in there...

JS:Good riddance...

Davis:Jay... get ready to Fear, Tony Davis...

(Davis grabs a pocket full of matches, tossing it onto the heap of magazines, almost instantly scorching them to pieces. With the lighter fluid dripped onto it, those pages must burn oh so quick.)

JS:NO!

MR:The Central Powers are holding and old fashionate book burning! Right in the middle of the ring!

("Divine" by KoRn blasts out over the pa system as out from the back walks Psycho Jay, Rob Kestler and Former IML President Nick Kostos. They all have a microphone of their own.)

Psycho Jay:Very cute... burning pornography...

Kestler:WHAT! THEY CAN'T DO THAT! THAT'S SACRALIGIOUS! I THOUGHT THEY WERE BURNING DICKENSON!

Psycho Jay:Calm down Rob. Remember, it's not a candyland board game.

(Kestler lets out a sigh of relief, as Jay continues.)

Psycho Jay:Hey Davis, you want to come out here and take up television time by burning books? Why waste the time, when I could be handing you your ass whooping right here...

(Kestler stops Jay, who already had his gear in start.)

Kestler:But what about the ppv buyrate!... CGI God will be mad...

("Mein Fuhrer" begins to play, but then, that is almost immediatly drawn out by the cords of "Sober" by Tool. Jay and Kestler give one another a look, as they begin to make their way to the ring. Phelen Kell walks out from the back, and is ready to get into the ring with Evan Levine, but the mysterious sounds of feet breaking branches is heard, as Kell turns around. On the IWO-Tron.. which is still named that for Meltdown whether My Dick likes it or not, Al Coholic is shown, dressed completely in black. He is wandering around a cemetary at night.)

Al Coholic:.... Phelen Kell...

(Kell doesn't know what to think. Most of the men in the Children of the Porn are staring up at the IWO-Tron. Jay and Kestler are making cracks while Nick Kostos is jaw jacking with Levine. Back to the IWO-Tron, Al Coholic seems to be stumbling around a graveyard at night, looking for the right one. He stops in front of an empty graveyard, with the tombstone reading "Phelen Kell, the Legend,the Phoenix, The Deceased." Coholic looks down at the empty grave, sending a message to one Kell, who seems to be reading it loud and clear. The camera pans straight into the eyes of Phelen Kell, who looks concerned, and angry as well.)

Phelen Kell:In your dreams mother fucker...

**Commercial Break**

AK: Well ladies and gentlemen. We are ready for our next match which will pit Andrew with the returning Carlos Lopez.

JS: Oh goodie...a chance to take a nap.

MR: Hey! Quit drooling on the equipment! You're going to electucute us all!!

JS: DAMMIT! LEMME SLEEP!!

AK: Anyway, we're ready to get down to the action. It should be intresting to see if Lopez is ready to keep up with the new young talent the IWO has to offer.

Meygon: The following contest is set for one fall. On his way to the ring, a returning veteren of the IWO,CARLOS LOOOOOOOOPEZZZZZZZZZZZ!!

JS: Carlos looks good. It doesn't look like he has missed a step!

MR: What are you talking about!? The man's getting old!

Meygon: And his opponent on his way to the ring at this time, one of the IWO's rising stars, AAAAAAAAAANDREEEEEEEEEEW!

MR: Now Andrew has really impressed me over the last couple of months. It should be intresting to see how he fares against the rusty Lopez.

DING DING DING!

JS: Here we go! Both men are circling each other. They hook up. Lopez sends Andrew to the ropes and shoves him down.

AK: Andrew got up pretty quickly from that one. I don't think he appreciated that too well. He's staring a hole through Lopez.

MR: Both men lock up again. Andrew puts Lopez in a headlock. Lopez pushes Andrew into the ropes and shoves him down again! Look at the power of Lopez! He's litterally making Andrew look like a pushover!

JS: Lopez has the early advantage here. Andrew is taking his time, looking Lopez over. Both men lock up again. Andrew ducks behind Lopez and applies an armbar on Lopez's right arm. Lopez is squirming around trying to find a way out.

AK: It looks like Andrew finally has Lopez where he wants him! Andrew picks Lopez up and hits a side suplex. Lopez gets up and once again both men are staring each other down.

MR: Look at this! Lopez is extending his hand to Andrew. Apparently he is impressed with Andrew's ring skill.

JS: I don't trust it! Let's see what Andrew does...Andrew is staring through Lopez. I don't believe it, he's going to shake his hand.

AK: Lopez and Andrew are now shaking hands but WAIT! Lopez kicks Andrew in the gut and performs a swinging neckbreaker on Lopez.

JS: Hey, that's how you win matches these days. Andrew was gullable enough to believe Lopez and Lopez took advantage of it.

MR: Now Lopez has the upper hand as he lifts Andrew into the air and delivers a running powerslam to the other side of the ring. Lopez is in full control now!

AK: Lopez is now stomping on Andrew as Andrew rolls to the outside. Look at Lopez celebrate! He thinks he has it won! The referee has begun the 10 count.

JS: WAIT A SECOND! WHO IS THIS COMING DOWN TO THE RING!! IT'S CYANIDE!! CYANIDE IS IN THE RING WITH LOPEZ NOW! LOPEZ TURNS AROUND AND DARK SIDE OF THE MOON PLEX! MY GOD HE HIT IT HARD!

MR: Cyanide slides out of the ring and approaches Andrew. He shoves Andrew back into the ring! Don't let it end like this! Andrew puts his arm over Lopez.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOO!!! LOPEZ KICKED OUT! UNBELIEVABLE! LOPEZ KICKED OUT FROM THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON PLEX! CYANIDE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

AK: I don't think Andrew can believe it either. Andrew slides back to the outside. He's coming towards us now. What's he getting?

JS: It looks like he is getting the bell! HE'S GOT THE BELL! HE'S ABOUT TO RING CARLOS LOPEZ'S BELLS!

MR: Andrew slides back in! He climbs the top rope! He's going to land that bell into Lopez's stomach! This could cause some serious damage!

AK: Here he goes! He leaps....LOPEZ PUT HIS LEG UP!! THAT BELL JUST WENT INTO THE FACE OF ANDREW!! ANDREW IS OUT!! Lopez goes for the cover....

ONE!

TWO!

NO!! CYANIDE JUST PULLED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING!

JS: Cyanide and the referee are now arguing outside. Carlos Lopez leans over the ropes and is now yelling at Cyanide...Lopez now going back to Andrew and....WAIT! ANDREW IS UP AND HE HITS LOPEZ WITH THE BELL!! LOPEZ IS OUT NOW! LOPEZ IS BLEEDING!! BLOOD! MY GOD WHAT A BLOW!

MR: Andrew lifs up Lopez and sends him to the ropes. HE'S GOING FOR THE DREW PLEX! HE GOT IT!! THE COUNT...

ONE!

TWO!

THR! NO!!! LOPEZ GOT HIS ARM UP IN THE NICK OF TIME!! WHERE DID HE GET HIS ENERGY!!

AK: Andrew is pissed now! Lopez is now taking Cyanide and Andrew on two-on-one and is surviving! What an athlete!

JS: Andrew lifs Lopez up and sends him to the ropes. LOPEZ REVERSES AND ANDREW AND THE REFEREE COLLIDE!!

MR: That's not good for Lopez! Cyanide has been looking around underneath the ring the last couple of minutes and has found a ladder! Cyanide has brought the ladder into the ring. Lopez sees this and begins to attack Cyanide. But here comes Andrew! Lopez can't take both men on at once!

AK: Cyanide and Andrew are now doubleteaming Carlos Lopez. Cyanide now setting up the ladder. What are they going to do?

JS: Andrew just went outside of the ring and is bringing in a table. This doesn't look good for Lopez.

MR: ANDREW IS DRAGGING LOPEZ UP THE LADDER WITH HIM! CYANIDE IS SETTING UP THE TABLE! ANDREW JUST SIGNALLED FOR THE DREW PLEX AGAIN! ANDREW IS GOING TO DREW PLEX LOPEZ THROUGH THE TABLE OFF THE TOP OF THAT 10 FOOT LADDER! THIS MAY END LOPEZ'S CAREER THE DAY HE CAME BACK TO THE IWO!

AK: Andrew lifts him up and...WAIT, LOPEZ REVERSED IT!! MY GOD BOTH MEN JUST WENT CRASHING INTO THE TABLE BELOW!! BOTH MEN ARE OUT! MY GOD! IT'S A BLOODY MESS INSIDE THAT RING! BOTH MEN ARE LIFELESS!

JS: Wait! I think Lopez is stiring! He's getting to his feet... wait! It's... two fine (Bleep.)

AK:JASON! Watch your mouth!

MR:Those are Calista and Stephanie, Supermodels of Cyanide!

JS:Cyanide isn't far behind, he hits the ring... TAZER TO THE GROIN! DEAR GOD! LOPEZ IS IN CONVULSIONS ON THE MAT!

*Ding, ding, ding*

Meygon:You're winner, via disqualifiation, Carlos, Lopez!!!!

JS:I don't get this at all!

**Commercial Break**

MR: Now it's time for the IC title matchup!
AK: Yes, the Winds of Change are going to face 3 other teams tonight. The reasoning for this- COMMISH Evan says that the WInds haven't defending in 3 moths. When clearly, they defended at Autumn in Hell.
JS: You have a point there, but I feel that the titles will change hands tonight. Oh, and it's not COMMISH Evan, it's VP Evan!
MR: Well, lets get this thing started...
{Twist of Cain by Danzig hits as the crowd gives a mixed reaction. The Spaz Event starts to walk down the rampway, but two big men with masks attack them from behind. The 4 men get into the ring, but the bell doen't ring.}
MR: Well, here are the first two teams. The masked men, are really beating down on the Spaz Event!
JS: Yeah! These guys are good!
AK: Hey, shouldn't the Suicide Kings be out here right about now?
{The scene cuts to the back, where the Suicide Kings are watching the match.}
Ryan: Dude, this is perfect. Those four guys will beat the living shit out of each other, then we'll come down with the pin!
Jeff: Sweet! But... Only one thing's wrog with that picture, doesn't the bell ring when all four teams are out there?Ryan: Yeah.
Jeff: Well, the Winds of Change arent out there yet. So... Maybe...
Ryan: Maybe we should wait for them to get beat on! Great idea!
{The scene fades back to the ring.}
MR: I... I don't think the Suicide Kings realize that the Winds of CHange, the IC champions, come out last!
JS: Shut up Max! I happen to think the King's plan is great!
AK: Now Spaz, is beating on The smaller of the masked men!
{The scene fades back to the Suicide Kings.}
Ryan: Hey... Where are the Winds of Change? This is messing up my beutiful plan!
Jeff: I know, where could they be?
{The camer pans to show the Winds of Change, daniel Phillips and Joey Malone, standing behind the Kings.}
JS: AHH! The Suicide Kings have been attacked by the Change!!!
{The Winds of Change start pounding on the Kings, then they begin to walk them towards the arena, while they bash the kIng's faces with pipes.}
MR: They are heading into the ring!
AK: Well... They won't find much of the Spaz Event in the ring, since they were taken out pretty hard by those two big guys.
JS: Here they come! The Winds of Change and the SUicide Kings are both in the ring!
***DING DING DING***
MR: The Winds of Change and the mystery guys are now fighting! The Change are beating them up bad! OH! Malone is kicking the bigger guy's ass!
AK: And Daniel Phillips is working on Jeff AND Ryan!
JS: Oh no! Inverted DDT!MR: All three teams are down! The Change are the only ones standing!
AK: Phillips with the shooting stars leggdrop to Ryan AND Jeff!
JS: AHH! They've pinned everyone! The Winds Of CHange have pinned everyone!123!!!!!
MR: They've done it! The change have done it!
{The scene cuts into the CotP's locker room. Rob Kestler and Schitzo Tod are playing a game.}
Rob Kestler: I call dibsies on beating up Stone!
Schitzo Tod: Darn, I wanted to beat on Stone. Oh well... I guess I can beat on Levine...
Rob Kestler: Silly... You aren't even in that match!
Schitzo Tod: :-(
**Commercial Break**

AK: Uhm, let's go to the next match.

MR: Good introduction!

JS: Yeah! We should do that more often!

*ding, ding, ding*

Ring Announcer: The following contest is a fatal fourway. And stuff.
First...

(Some music plays as Fenix comes out to some sort of response.)

Ring Announcer: From some place in the Mojave Desert, weighing some
amount of weight, he is FENIX!

(Yay. "Kim(Aaron Kain edit)" by Eminem plays as Aaron Kain comes out to
lots of boos and stuff.)

Ring Announcer: From Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at 226 pounds,
he is AARON KAIN!

AK: Yay. The former NA champion and a cutie.

MR: Hooray.

(Then, "Murder" by UGK plays as Wesley Sanders come out and gets a
bunch
of garden tools thrown at him.)

Ring Announcer: From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is
WESLEY SANDERS!

AK: I guess the Joey Malone started something when he pointed out that
a
"hoe" is a garden tool.

MR: Yeah.

JS: Uh oh...

(Then, finally, "In Vein" by the Haunted plays as the lights go out.
Then, out of the light that appears, Mike Extreme stands with the
Misunderstood Family, looking very big and mean and stuff.)

Ring Announcer: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 325 pounds, he
is
MIKE EXTREME!

(And Mike Extreme rolls into the ring and starts beating the shit out
of
people.)

AK: Aaahhhh! Mike Extreme is already going at it! Right hands to
Fenix's
skull! Aaron Kain and Wesley Sanders are brawling with one another!
Wait, now Sanders just realized that he hates Mike Extreme, and leaps
on
his back!

JS: Bad idea, Wesley! Extreme just rammed him into the corner where he
had Fenix! Aaron Kain charges in, but Extreme backdrops him into Fenix
and Sanders!

MR: Now the pile tumbles out, and Extreme goes to work on Wesley
Sanders! Sanders gets whipped in, tilt-a-whirl... HEADSCISSORS! Good
move by Sanders!

AK: But Fenix catches him with a clothesline!

JS: And Aaron Kain catches Fenix with a springboard leg lariat!

MR: THERE IS TOO MUCH ACTION! I NEED TO REST!

(Max collapses on the desk and starts sleeping.)

JS: Great.

AK: Aaron Kain goes back outside as Mike Extreme gets back up,
springboard leg lari- NO! Mike Extreme caught him in midair! Sitdown
powerbomb! No cover!

JS: I think Mike's just out there to hurt people.

AK: Yeah.

JS: Sanders catches Fenix in a swinging neckbreaker, as Extreme stomps
at Aaron Kain!

AK: Yakuza kick from Sanders to Extreme! Extreme's on one knee from
that
shot!

JS: Fenix is back up!

AK: Sanders kicks Fenix in the midsection! FINISHING TOUC- NO! Mike
Extreme catches HIM IN MIDAIR! And he climbs up to the second rope!

JS: Fateful Cry(Second turnbuckle tombstone)! Mike Extreme just LAID
OUT
Sanders!

AK: But Fenix comes over to stop an attempted pin! Fenix catches
Extreme
with a low blow while the referee is attending to Aaron Kain! Now Fenix
climbs up to the top rope, and... wait a minute! Kain leaps up with a
dropkick to Fenix! Fenix just got crotches on the top turnbuckle!

JS: But he walks right into an Extreme clothesline! Now Extreme grabs
Fenix! SCREAMS OF PAIN(Top rope chokeslam)! SCREAMS OF PAIN TO FENIX!
Fenix is laid out beside Sanders!

AK: This leaves Aaron Kain! Kain's back up, ducks Extreme's second
clothesline, Fatal Fac- wait, no! Extreme ducked it! FATE OF THE
DAMNED(Sitdown Rock Bottom)!

JS: Now Extreme drags Fenix and Sanders over beside Kain and Extreme
covers all three! One... two... three! Mike Extreme wins!

AK: Wow. Mike Extreme just annihilated a bunch of people. Watch me not
care.

JS: I'm watching.

(Max Riot wakes up.)

MR: What'd I miss?

JS: Nothing.

AK: Yeah.

**Commercial Break**

MR: Alllll right, it's cage time!

JS: Wooooo! All right! This is gonna be nasty!

AK: Cages... why do wrestlers want to mutilate
themselves like this?

MR: Well, they're wrestlers. Mutilation is fun.

AK: That explains nothing!

MR: Ah, who cares. Let's just get to it!

("Terra Firma" by Tommy & Phil Emmanuel plays over the
speakers as Cyanide, with the US Title, enters the
arena to a mix of cheers and jeers. It's extremely
mixed. People love him and hate him, almost equally.
Cyanide ignores the crowd and enters the ring,
preparing for battle. Grabbing a mic, Cyanide prepares to levy his wisdom on the fans.)

"Mr Bigtime" Cyanide - Hey Shawn...Carlos got his nuts fried earlier, I
guess that means it's your turn now...The IWO U.S. Title Belt is
mine...I told you before that I was the greatest. Now you're gonna see
just how great I am.

JS: Will someone lower the cage? This looks incredibly
stupid... a cage match without a lowered cage.

MR: Will you give them a minute? Yeesh.

("Iron Man" by Black Sabbath begins to play, and Shawn
Arrows walks out as the cage lowers. He gets into the
ring just before the cage hits the apron, and he looks
at Cyanide from across the ring. The referee takes the
US Title and takes it out of the cage. The bell
rings.)

MR: Funny how neither Samantha Arrows or Calista and
Stephanie are out here tonight. These three ladies
must've been forced back or something...

JS: There goes the match! If anything, women would
make it better. I mean, this is the US Title we're
talking about here. Meygon's held the damn thing!

MR: Did you just realize that?

JS: Yes.

MR: Okay then, you're an idiot. Let's move on.

JS: HEY!

AK: Oh, shut up, Jason.

MR: Cyanide and Arrows circling around the ring...
Cyanide goes for Arrows first, Arrows ducks, pushes
him into the mesh of steel! Arrows isn't happy, goes
after Cyanide again, Cyanide sweeps his feet out from
underneath him! Cyanide looking impressive tonight.

JS: I could do that.

AK: Oh yeah? Show us.

JS: I could do that, but I don't want to.

AK: Oh, of course... figures.

MR: Cyanide locks on a naked choke on Arrows... Arrows
pulls Cyanide off him and gets to his feet. The cage
has yet to be used as a weapon... Cyanide ties up with
Arrows.

JS: Is this that thing they call "technical
wrestling"?

MR: Yes, Jason, it is. Cyanide winds up for a chop...
but Arrows ducks! Arrows grabs Cyanide by his head and
tosses Cyanide face-first into the steel! First blood
drawn by Shawn Arrows, but Cyanide doesn't go down!
Cyanide instead gives him a hard left and is now going
after Arrows with evil intentions!

JS: GET BLOODY!

AK: Isn't that JT's line?

JS: J who?

AK: The color commentator on Hostile Takeover.

JS: Still doesn't ring a bell.

AK: Sigh... forget it then.

MR: Well, Arrows is backed into a corner... LOW BLOW!
Arrows grabs Cyanide, lifts him up, powerbomb... no,
he hits a Smash Mouth! Arrows goes for a cover!

.............

MR: Does he not realize that there's no ref?

JS: Idiot.

............

MR: Arrows finally gets off of Cyanide! This has given
Cyanide time to recover... I wonder if Arrows realizes
that.

JS: If he covered a guy for ten seconds, I'm pretty
sure he didn't pick up on the fact that they both had
a breather.

MR: Well, Arrows goes and tosses Cyanide into the
ropes... bends over... CYANIDE KICKS HIM IN HIS
FOREHEAD! Arrows holding his face! Cyanide locks on a
Camel Clutch!

(The crowd begins booing at how slow-paced this match
is.)

MR: Damn, people! This is WRESTLING!

(Crowd chants "blood".)

MR: Oh, forget it. Cyanide releases the Camel Clutch
and looks out at the audience... he shrugs. And he
begins climbing the cage! He's going out! But Arrows
is up, and Cyanide is climbing to the top! Cyanide is
almost there... Arrows not far behind... Cyanide is
almost on top, he rolls on, but Arrows has his foot!
Arrows has his foot! Arrows pulls and tugs, but
Cyanide stays on! Cyanide trying to shake Arrows off!
Arrows won't let go! Cyanide... BRINGS HIS FOOT INTO
THE CAGE! ARROWS HITS HIS HEAD ON THE CAGE! AGAIN!!
AGAIN!! Arrows falls to the mat! Cyanide gets to his
feet! Arrows is bleeding!

JS: HA HA!

MR: Cyanide looks around... the crowd is buzzing. He's
looking back down at Arrows... will he listen to the
fans? Will he respond with something spectacular? NO!
Cyanide is climbing to the outside! Cyanide wants out!
Cyanide doesn't give a crap about the fans! However,
Arrows... Arrows is getting to his feet! Cyanide sees
this!

AK: HE IS CLIMBING BACK UP! CYANIDE IS CLIMBING BACK
UP!!

JS: What an idiot. He has the damn thing won, why go
back? He'd retain his title!

MR: He must want to keep Arrows down and out!

JS: Figures. Bloodthirsty maniacs... only in the IWO!

AK: Cyanide has made it back to the top... Arrows is
on the mat... and he's climbing up! Arrows is heading
after Cyanide! Arrows gets on top of the cage... and
he's duking it out with Cyanide! These two are
insanely high, and they want to have an old-fashioned
punch-out?!

MR: Like two men, they're battling! Arrows gets socked
twice in the jaw with rights from Cyanide! Arrows
dipping in and out of a conscious, working mind!
Cyanide goes for another one, Arrows DUCKS,
BELLY-TO-BELLY OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE TO THE INSIDE!
BOTH MEN LAND ON THE MAT HARD, AND I MEAN HARD AS
HELL!

JS: Ouch!

AK: Double ouch! Neither man moving... but Arrows is
twitching. He's slowly finding the strength to move...
and Arrows gets up! He looks at Cyanide, and now... he
sees the door!

JS: GO! GOOO!

MR: He's listening, Jason! Shawn Arrows is going to
win the US title, just by waltzing out the door! He
opens it.... Arrows is almost out... HOLD ON! OUT FROM
THE FRONT ROW! IT'S ANDREW! HE HAS A CHAIR FROM THE
FRONT ROW AND HE SLAMS IT OVER ARROWS'S HEAD! ARROWS
IS BACK IN THE RING IMMEDIATELY! And Andrew slams the
door shut! What the hell is going on?

JS: Andrew is helping Cyanide. Doesn't it seem
obvious?

MR: Now Cyanide is up... he picks up Andrew, tosses
him into the cage! Cyanide grabs Arrows by the legs...
CATAPAULT INTO THE MESH! ARROWS FALLS BACK DOWN!
Cyanide has this match in the bag. It's just as simple
as that, isn't it? All Cyanide needs is to exit the
cage... and Andrew opens it wide for him. What a
suck-up.

JS: Cyanide is a lucky man... I wonder what's with
Andrew. What's his connection with Cyanide? What could
these two have in common?

MR: Cyanide is playing the dick, as you can see...
he's slowly going out the door.

AK: Hold on! ARROWS HAS CYANIDE BY THE ANKLE! ARROWS
IS NOT DONE WITH!! ARROWS IS STILL GOING! CYANIDE IS
HANGING HALFWAY OUT THE DOOR, AND SHAWN ARROWS IS
HOLDING HIM BACK! ANDREW IS TRYING TO PULL HIM OUT!
THIS COULD BE IT, IF ANDREW WINS THIS TUG-OF-WAR!

MR: CYANIDE WILL BE BROKEN IN HALF! ANDREW LETS GO!
AND THE CAGE IS CLOSED BY REFEREES, AND ANDREW IS
DRAGGED OFF! Arrows gets up... he's running Cyanide's
FACE INTO THE MESH WITH HIS FOOT! CYANIDE IS GETTING A
DOWN-AND-DIRTY BLOOD RUB! DOWN AND DIRTY AND BLOODY!!
SHAWN ARROWS GETTING HIS FAIR SHARE OF REVENGE!

AK: Arrows pulls his foot off of Cyanide... and picks
him up!

Arrows: "Mr. Bigtime" will be biting the dust!

AK: Cyanide goes into the cage! Twice! Three times!
Cyanide falls into the ropes! And Arrows is climbing!
Climbing to the top, climbing to the win! Cyanide is
slowly following... Arrows is at the top! Arrows is at
the top! All he has to do is go back down on the other
side, and the match is over! The match will be over,
and Shawn Arrows will be able to call himself the
IWO's United States champion!

JS: DAMMIT, CYANIDE, GO!

MR: Cyanide taking Jason's advice subconsciously!
Cyanide is almost to the top! Arrows is on top... boot
to the forehead of Mr. Bigtime! Cyanide shakes it
off... Arrows with another stiff shot with his foot!
Cyanide falls back a bit... but he gets back up!
Arrows goes for another kick... CYANIDE PULLS HIS FOOT
FROM UNDERNEATH HIM! ARROWS FALLS ON THE TOP OF THE
CAGE! CYANIDE PULLS HIMSELF UP AND IS ROLLING OVER!
CYANIDE IS CLINGING TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE CELL! AND
ARROWS ROLLS AND BEGINS DOWN, TOO!

AK: THIS WILL BE CLOSE! CLOSE! CYANIDE IS AT LEAST A
FEW INCHES FARTHER DOWN THAN ARROWS... BUT ARROWS
MIGHT AS WELL JUMP! THIS IS IT!! THE WINNER IS GOING
TO BE...

(Andrew comes flying out of nowhere, and goes underneath Shawn Arrows. He is holding Arrows on his shoulder, as Cyanide drops off the cage and to the outside.)

*Ding, ding, ding*

Meygon:You're winner, and Still United States Champion... CYANIDE!

JS:What the hell is going on! Andrew just helped Cyanide? But why?

MR:There are alot of unanswered questions Jason... too many for me to fathom...

**Commercial Break**

AK: Welcome back to MNM and our next match is gonna be a great one! It's between a returning Evan Levine and a also recently returning Hardcore Isoceles Trapezoid!

JS: And both men made there way to the ring during our break, and as you can see they are ready to battle this one out!!

*Ding, Ding, Ding!!*

MR: And here we are on the return of Evan Levine! They lock up and Levine throws HIT down!! HIT gets up and Levine locks him up and a Evan throws him into the corner, Evan charges and a splash from Evan Levine!!

JS: Levine climbs the to the middle turnbuckle and starts pounding away on HIT!! HIT can't do a thing about it!! Levine leaps off and HIT shakes it off and comes charging at Levine!! He charges with a big power
clothesline!!! HIT kicking away at Levine and the crowd is going nuts!!

AK: What a match this is gonna be!! Wait here comes Scott Stone!! He comes down, HIT doesn't see him, he goes to nail HIT, HIT moves..HE HITS LEVINE!! Stone goes down to wake him up! HIT grabs that guitar..

*SMACK*

AK: OH GOD! Right over Scott Stone's head!! Stone is out!! HIT goes to pin Levine!! 1..2...THR! NO!!! Levine just barely kicks out!!

MR: HIT is yelling at the ref and here comes LiGiL!! He runs in and try's to nail HIT with a chair! HIT turns around..

*SMACK*

MR: Oh my god! LiGiL just hit the referee!! And the Central Powers cannot take out the Hardcore Isoceles Trapezoid!!

JS: This is terrible!! HIT grabs Levine, PUMP HANDLE SLAM!! HIT picks up Levine, Levine starts to punch him in the gut, HIT is drifting back, but HIT with a kick to the jaw!!

MR: Wait who's coming out now!?!?! It's High Flyer!! He comes in with a sledge hammer! He walks in, HIT doesn't see him! He winds up!!

AK: HIT see's him!! HIT see's him!!

*SMACK!!*

JS: OH GOD!! FLYER HIT HIT..HAHA..WITH THAT SLEDGE HAMMER!! HIT IS DOWN!! Look at Flyer now waking up Levine! He rolls him on HIT, he goes to wake up the ref!

AK: He wakes up!! 1...2...3!!! LEVINE WINS!!

JS: YES! Levine wins in his comeback!!!

AK: We'll be back!!

**Commercial Break**

(The camera fades into the back into the backstage area, where Rob Kestler is shown talking with AWS Man. They are having a conversation, as they part ways. Kestler goes into his locker room, as Cassie goes to talk to him. Then, Flyer bursts into the locker room with a sledgehammer.)

MR:WHAT IN GOD'S NAME!

JS:Flyer just lambasted Kell in the back with a sledgehammer.... Kestler never saw it coming!

AK:Kestler is trying to get to his feet, but Flyer slams him into the midsection once more! Dear god! Kestler is down, and spitting blood!

(Cassie is screaming beyond all belief as Flyer just drops the sledgehammer. He mutters something about porn as he leaves the room. The camera then fades back into the arena.)

Hardcore Rules Match
Non-Title
Sam Potright vs. Phelen Kell

AK: Well, it's time for this long-brooding feud to finally break down...

JS: Yeah, I know.

MR: Uhm... yeah.

AK: Let's go to the ring announcer, I guess.

Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a non-title hardcore match! First...

("Born of a Broken Man" by Rage Against the Machine plays as Sam Potright, accompanied by Beth Potright, walks down the aisle. Now, this man is pretty scary and therefore, the lights are out just to scare the hell out of everyone in attendance. Anyway, the Ring Announcer, though scared shitless, continues with the introduction.)

Ring Announcer: F... f... from Salem, Massachusetts, weighing in at 207 pounds, he is the IWO Extreme Champion... and he is accompanied by the lovely Beth Potright... he is SAMUEL POTRIGHT!

(Potright climbs in, the ring announcer climbs out.)

Ring Announcer: And his opponent...

(The crowd gets off of their shock long enough to start going beserk because "Sober" by Tool starts playing and Phelen Kell, along with Harlequin, comes out to a huge pop.)

Ring Announcer: ...from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 270 pounds, heis accompanied by Harlequin... he is the Legend, the only three-time IWO World's Champion ever... he is PHELEN KELL!!

(Kell hits the ring and the brawl is on...)

AK: And the fight is on!

JS: Yeah!

MR: Kell is easily winning the slugfest because of his power.

JS: Kell backs Potright into the corner and wails away with him with rights and lefts!

MR: Look at that sick bastard, Potright! He's actually SMILING!

JS: Kell whips Potright into the opposite corner, but Potright jumps on it and leaps off with a cross-body block!

MR: Kell ducked!

AK: And Potright just sailed right over Kell!

JS: Both of these men are veterans, but I think Potright really has the edge because Kell might still have some of his ring rust on him.

AK: I agree...

MR: Yeah, well, look who's getting the hell beat out of him!

JS: And Potright rolls to the outside, with Kell hot on his trail!

AK: Kell is stalking Potright, but Potright grabs Kell and pulls him in... RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS!

JS: Ooh. That's gonna leave a mark.

MR: Potright rolls over to the timekeeper's table and grabs a steel chair!

JS: Kell's up...

*SMACK!*

MR: ...Kell's down.

JS: Indeed.

AK: Now Potright rolls Kell back inside the ring, and Potright looks under the ring to find some toys!

JS: What the HELL!? Potright's got a jack in the box!

MR: The wrestler?

JS: No, stupid! A jack in the box! The wrestler!

MR: Oh.

AK: Well, Potright slides in with it and starts turning the crank?!

JS: Screw that, I'd use it as a weapon!

MR: Yeah!

AK: Kell's up!

(Sproing! The jack in the box, which contained a large weight, springs up RIGHT IN KELL'S FACE!)

MR: HOLY HELL! What a neat move by Sam Potright!

AK: Kell's back down!

JS: Now Potright nails Kell with a running senton! Potright with the cover! One... two... no!

MR: Naw, Kell's been through Utter Obliteration matches, 90 minute Perfection Matches, Hardcore Royals, and Mall Brawl, I wouldn't think he'd be beaten with a RUNNING SENTON!

AK: Yeah, well, Potright gets a scoop slam on Kell and goes up to the top rope!

JS: This could be it!

MR: No, it's too early! Kell's back up and knocks Potright crotch first on the top turnbuckle!

AK: Now Kell slides to the outside and grabs the chair!

JS: Aaahhhh!

*SMACK!*

JS: What a VICIOUS chairshot to the back of Potright's head, as he tumbles into the ring!

AK: Kell climbs back inside the ring, chair in hand! Wait! Kell just tossed it aside and kicked Potright in the stomach!

JS: DDT!

AK: Potright's down, and Kell goes for a cover! One... two... no!

MR: Hey, Potright ain't no slouch, either! He's been through hell and
back.

JS: Yeah. A lot of times.

AK: Kell picks up Potright and sends him into the ropes! He ducks, and
Potright dives over him, rolls back up, and nails Kell with a
springboard moonsault!

JS: Nice move by Potright!

MR: Yeah, I agree.

JS: Now Potright rolls back outside and finds... oh God! He found a
ladder, and he brings it into the ring!

AK: Potright sets it up against a turnbuckle then goes back outside!
He's got a garbage can!

MR: And he throws THAT into the ring!

JS: Kell's in trouble, as he stumbles back onto his feet! Potright
grabs
a singapore cane, and...

*WHACK!*

MR: Brutal shot!

*WHACK!*

JS: And other! Kell's in dream land!

*WHACK!* *WHACK!* *WHACK!*

MR: Potright's beating the hell out of Kell with that singapore cane!

JS: Now Potright drops the cane and leaps up to the top rope!

MR: Turnaround moonsau- AUGH! KELL CAUGHT POTRIGHT IN THE STOMACH WITH
THE CANE ON HIS WAY DOWN!

AK: Potright's hurt!

JS: Damn right he is!

MR: Now Kell rolls to the floor and grabs a chain! That chain's about
twelve feet long!

JS: And Kell rolls into the ring with it and picks up the trash can!
What's Kell doing?

AK: Oh dear god... Kell made a ball and chain with it! Except the ball
is the trash can!

JS: Kell makes a swing, but Potright manages to roll out of the way!

AK: Yeah, but where's he going to go? Kell's swinging that thing around
and around in circles!

MR: Kell makes a big swing, but Potright rolls out of the way and grabs
the chair! Kell swings again, Potright blocks with the chair!

*SMACK!*

JS: Kell can't get the can up in time to block that vicious chairshot
from Potright!

AK: Kell's down, and now Potright goes up to the top rope! Frog splash
by Potright! Frog splash!

MR: Potright's still too hurt to make the cover, and... what the hell?!

JS: Potright's dragged himself to the corner and he's holding his head!

MR: Did he injure his head on the way down?

JS: No... wait... I know...

AK: Jesus! Is Potright trying to rip the ropes apart?!

JS: He ain't Potright any more... look at those streaks of blue in his
hair!

MR: Oh my God! It's Lunatic Pandora!

AK: Pandora's up, just as Kell is getting up... JESUS! PANDORA NEARLY
TOOK KELL'S HEAD OFF WITH THAT VICIOUS SECOND ROPE CLOTHESLINE!

MR: Look at this psycho! He's systemmatically demolishing the legend!

JS: Kell somehow gets back on his feet, but gets a kick in the
midsection... BRAINBUSTER BY PANDORA! What strength it took from the
much smaller Potri- I mean, Pandora to pick Kell up with that move!

AK: Lunatic Pandora is going nuts here, as he makes the cover on Kell!
One... two... NO!

JS: Kell barely kicked away at two!

MR: Pandora doesn't care! He's unloading on Kell with right hands!

JS: Now Pandora is laughing like a total maniac as he climbs up to the
top rope!

AK: Kell's slowly back up on his feet, and Pandora leaps... RIGHT INTO
A
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX BY KELL!

JS: These fans are going nuts for that move!

MR: Pandora's back on his feet, but so is Kell! Kell ducks an attempted
clothesline, grabs Pandora from behind, German suple- NO! Pandora
flipped out of it... spinning leg lariat by Pandora on Kell!

JS: Now Pandora goes to the outside and gets out a... fax machine?!

AK: Wow! Who the hell would put a FAX MACHINE under a WRESTLING RING!?

MR: I dunno, but Pandora's got it and he ain't afraid to use it!

JS: Kell's up, but Pandora charges him... KELL WITH A DROP TOE HOLD AND
PANDORA JUST SMASHED HIS OWN FACE WITH THE FAX MACHINE!

AK: If Kell hadn't have done that, Pandora would have won this match.

MR: You never know.

JS: Pandora stumbles back to his feet, walks right into a kick in the
midsection, and... oh no! He's setting Potright up for Steel Rain!

AK: OH! The referee just got hit by Pandora's foot as he was picked up!

MR: Wait! Who's that!?

AK: It's... AL COHOLIC!

JS: Al Coholic hit the ring! And Kell drops Potright!

MR: Kell wants to beat the living piss out of Al!

AK: Al's on the apron, and Kell charges him... but Al grabs his head
and
drops his neck across the top rope! That caught Kell by surprise!

MR: Kell turns around, trying to recover, and walks right into
Pandora... WAR WITHIN A BREATH(Evenflow Implant DDT)! WAR WITHIN A
BREATH! PANDORA TAKES DOWN THE LEGEND WITH HIS FINISHER!

AK: Wait! The streaks of blue in Pandora's hair are disappearing!

JS: I guess Pandora is Potright again!

MR: Potright just barely drapes his arm over Kell's body! The referee
is
back up! One... two... three! Potright wins! Potright wins!

("Born of a Broken Man" by Rage Against the Machine starts playing...)

JS: Man, I don't know if Potright knows what happened, but Kell just
lost a very bitter battle, thanks to Al Coholic!

MR: We'll be right back!

*commercial break*

(The camera returns from break as "Hail to the Cheif" blasts over the pa system. Out from the back walks Commish Ford, seemingly to have a larger response than most board members. He has a microphone in his hand.)

Commish Ford:Listen, I'm going to make this short, and sweet. VP Evan... please, come out here now.

(Vice President Evan steps out of the curtains, very angerly.)

VP Evan:What the hell is it Ford, I'm trying to run a show...

(Out from the back walks about 3 police officers. They grab VP Evan by his hands, and handcuff him.)

VP Evan:HEY! What is this! What gives!

Commish Ford:I'm having you arrested for destruction of personal property and attempted homicide... This is MY Card now Hombre!

VP Evan:WHAT! You don't have the authority!

Commish Ford:Bull... should another staff member be unable to full fill his or her duties, I shall fill in for said staff member. That means that I'VE got your job, especially since you'll be tied up, taking it in the caboose...

VP Evan:You dirty rotten...Ford, I've had enough of you! Me and you, FEAR THE DARKNESS! LOSER LEAVES THE IWO!

(Commish Ford, a little shocked to say the least, balks at this challenge.)

Commish Ford:Me and you? One on one?

VP Evan:One on one... loser leaves, but only if you call your guards off...

Commish Ford:And Meltdown would be mine?

VP Evan:You would have more than Meltdown, you would be the Vice President...

Commish Ford(Without hesitation):DEAL!

JS:OH MY GOD! FORD AND EVAN! LOSER LEAVES IWO!!! THIS IS HUGE!!!

**Commercial Break**

Main Event!
Stable War!!
Both teams will be placed in a 3 ring 3 cage match were they will battle it out till one team is left standing. If at anytime during the match a champion of a respected belt is pinned he loses his belt to the person that
pinned him and is eliminated! The last Team standing wins!
Cental Powers (Evan Levine, High Flyer, Tony Davis, Scott Stone, and LiGiL) vs. Children of the Porn! (Psycho Jay, Rob Kestler, Chris Davidson, AWS Man, Former IML VP Nick Kostos)

MR:Here we are, the big finally!

JS:We could see TONS of title change hands! I can't wait to see Children of the Porn eat their own words! Let's go to the ring!

Meygon:This next match, is your main event! Introducing first, Nick Kostos, AWS Man, Chris Davidson, Rob Kestler, and Psycho Jay, the Children of the Porn!

("Divine" by KoRn plays as the entire CotP walks out, recieving huge cheers. They all climb into the ring, as the steel cage slowly begins to lower itself.)

Meygon:And their opponents...

("I am your BoogieMan" by White Zombie plays.)

Meygon:They are LiGiL, Scott Stone, Tony Davis, High Flyer, and Evan Levine, the Central Powers!

(The music continues as no one walks out from the back.)

Meygon:The Central Powers!!!

(Again, nothing. The CotP are just wonderin' whats going on inside the ring. The scene then cuts to the backstage area where the Central Powers are huddling around, minus Al Coholic, who's standing in a corner.)

Evan Levine:NOW!

(Davis is shown pressing a button as we fade into the ring. The entire cage collapses on itself, burring the Children of the Porn underneath.)

JS:DEAR GOD!

MR:What a travesty of justice!

JS:Evan just outsmarted the Children of the Porn!

(The camera cuts to the rampway, where the Central Powers{Minus Al}, are standing on the rampway, laughing at the fallen Children of the Porn. The camera fades out to nothing.)