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Hostile Takeover 3/23/01
Main Event
Spiral Tournament of Destruction
World Heavyweight Title on the Line
Syphon Fission -c- vs. Sabastian Crow vs. Sam Potright vs. Simon Seaman vs. Donnie Daze
Spiral Tournament Rules:Champion goes into match, and defends title. Later in evening, winner of match, no matter if it's the champion or challenger, defends the belt again against the next man in rotation, all the way up to Daze.

North American Title Match
Joey Malone -c- vs. Gunnar Smith vs. Jeff King

Pizza Coupon Ladder Match
Adam Wars vs. Ben Archer

Television Title Match
AWS Man(Also Known as Bill) -c- vs. Erik Blake

Kent Anthason & Bainkey vs. the Deadly Sins

Double Debut Match
Bob Job vs. the Black Phantom

Deadline is Friday at 6.... need match writers, get in contact with me. GET ANGLES GOING... start blueprinting and get in contact with Neil and myself and the rest of the board. SEND EXTRAS OR PERISH ;-). AND write or perish... let's keep ppv momentum up.
===============
(The scene briskly opens inside the office of Jamie Kosoy who is basking in
his greatness and money. Suddenly he gets a concerned look on his face as
leans up in his chair... the camera zooms over.)

Jamie: Hmm...

Chauffeur: What is it my master?

Jamie: I sense a disturbance in the force.... could it be...

(Jamie sits there and ponders a second before leaving the office.)

(We see a slow heartbeat of the IWO logo. Three times, until finally it flatlines. We see a couple of animated doctors come in, and shock the IWO logo, because it's funny. It decides not to flatline, but the shocking of the paddles lits it on fire. It slowly mets the screen, as we fade in to highlights from the pay per view. "Bullet with Butterfly Wings" by the Smashing Pumpkins is heard, as we see flashes on the screen of Desperate Measures. We see Malone nailing hitting Memory Lane on LiGiL, with Crow flying. We see AWS Man(also known as Bill) wining the Television title, and Seaman slowly climbing up to gain the Unified Title. We finally fade out to Syphon Fission nailing the Death Plunge... and pinning Dane Matthews, to regain the World Title. We see the trenchcoat man and Fission staring, as we fade into the arena. "Hostile Takeover" by Nine Inch Nails plays, as the fans go crazy. We fade around the ringside area, as we fade into Greg Parker, JT, and Nikki.)

GP:Fans, welcome to ONE hell of a Hostile Takeover! This night WILL be memorable, I PROMISE you that!

JT:You promise lots of things, but I can't wait for the main event for the World title. VP Ford brings his Spiral Tournament to the IWO, and things will DEFINITLY heat up in a HUGE matchup!

Nikki:I just hope that trenchcoat man doesn't interfere...Yeah, that trenchcoat man thinks he can waltz right in and take the World Belt. He thinks that he can just force his way into stardom. Well, he's probably a pompus prick who is insecure with his surroundings, and THAT'S why he's in a trenchcoat. He's insecure... and he's unmanly...

GP:Jeez, you don't want to get yourself in trouble Nikki... But let's get right to the action!

Double Debut Match
Bob Job vs. Black Phantom

GP: Alright folks, time to kickoff this week's Hostile Takeover with a
double Debut! These men could very well be the future of the IWO.

JT: Or, they may just suck.

GP: Only time will tell.

Nikki: These guys are already in the ring to let's get started!

[Bob and Phantom are pacing the ring, eyeing eachother. Phantom's eyes
are stone cold as he stares
down the smiling Bob Job. The referee nods, and this match begins!
Phantom lunges at Bob Job into
a lockup, he attempts a strong headlock but Bob runs him into a corner.
He pulls his head out, and
lays some shoulderblocks into the kidneys of Phantom in the corner.]

Nikki: Bob Job, going to work on the massive Black Phantom.

JT: I'd like to go to work on you...

[Bob tuns around and showboats foolishly to the crowd, but Phantom was
only dazed for a second. He
charges Bob JOb from behind, bulldog! Bob is flat on his back as
Phantom lays over him and sends
some right hands into his upper body. He yanks Bob Job up[ by the arm,
and applikes a strong
hammerlock. Bob Job resourcefully getrs a foot between Phantom's legs,
and the hold is quickly
broken.]

GP: Ouch!

JT: That's gotta hurt.

Nikki: Like you would know...

JT: Don't get fiesty with me...

[Bob Jobs runs itno the ropes, and shoulder blocks Phantom down. Bob
grabs a leg of the fallen
Black PHantom, and puts his foot on his thigh, tugging to soften him
up. Thew fans boo the boring
wrestling. Bob then applies a sleeper from behind. He is holding
strong, but Phantom gets up and
elbows him. Bob then spins around him into an armbar, pulling on that.
As Phantom seems to be
getting out of each hold easily, Bob lets go and dives at his knee.
Phantom gfalls, and Bob Job
applies a leg scissors as the fans boo louder.]

JT: Booooring!

[Phantom is getting pretty mad now at all of these old school holds,
and he reaches an arm onto
the ropes, forcing Bob to break the hold. Bob stomps as Phantom as he
gets up, but Phantom reaches
a hand to his throoat, and forcefully throws him into the corner! He
begins laying huge knife-edge
chops to the chest of Bob, making him fly up with the impact. He whips
Bob to the opposite
trnbuckle and charges, big flying splash! Bob is dazed, stumbling out
of the corner, and Phantom
grabs him in a headlock. He lifts him upside down, a snowplow!]

GP: he just drilled Bob Job into the mat, I'm surprised there isn't an
imprint of him sticking
there!

[ Phantom climsb to the top turnbuckle, as Bob Job gets to his feet,
Phantom performs a flip in
the air, sunset flip knocks Bob JOb right back down! He grabs the legs
of Bob as they fly up from
the impact, makeshift cover...
1.........
2............
Bob propells his weight forward and sends Black Phantom tumbling over
him. Bob is up, and
showboats to the crowd some more. Phantom rushes him with a kick, Bob
grabs it for a textbook
legdrag. He pulls Phantom up by his arm, and uses an arm drag to put
him on his stomach in another
armbar! The fans begin to boo again. Phantom is in pain, but he reaches
his other arm over and
grabs the hair of Bob JOb. Yanking as hard as he can, Bob begins to
scream as well. Phantom pulls
his head closer to him, and throws his own head back, headbutting him
and making him release the
hold. Phantom stands ands grabs Bob by the head top pull him up, but
Bob quickly rakes the eyes
and runs into the ropes, cross body, Phantom caught him, fallaway
slam! Phantom puts his arms on
Bobs shoulders, he does a handstand there as the crowd cheers, and
drops down, p[utting both knees
in the stomach of Bob Job!]

GP: That could break a rib.

Nikki: Black Phantom looks good here in his debut.

[Phatom yanks him up wuickly, and puts him upside down on his shoulder,
he thrustshim to the mat
with authority, dominator! Phantom is going upostairs again.]

JT: This could be all...

[He leapsd off with a guillotine legdrop, but Bob Job rolls out of the
ring. Phantom his hgolding
his back after that one. Bob gets back in the ring and grabs Phantom
from behind, he falls back
into a german suplex and holds it...
1......
2.........
kickout! Phantom is on his stomach, and Bob quiclly crawls over there
and proceeds to shove
Phantoms face in the mat.]

Nikki: Oh, that's embarassing.

[Bob lifts Phantom up and stuffs him, he pulls him up, piledriver!
Phantom is down but Bob JOb is
relentless, wuickly pulling Phantom to his feet. He sends him into the
ropes, phantom ducks a
clothsline, Bob drops down for a low blow on the way back! He goes
behind him, Mahistral Cradle!]

GP: That's it!

JT: What a move!

Nikki: Its just a cradle guys...

[1............
2..........
3!!!!!!! Bob Job wins in his Debut! The fans boo as he leaves.]

**Commercial Break**

GP:Well, it seems the Bob Job somehow pulled it off against the Black Phantom, with a mahistrol cradle none the less. But that will be nothing compared to our next match.....

(The camera fades into the rooftop area, as we see the same man in the brown trenchcoat high in the rafters. His long black hair shadows his face.)

GP:Hey Nikki, there's your friend...

Nikki:Pfff...

GP:I wonder what he's doing up there?

JT:Probably like the egg that never shows up... NOTHING!

GP:With that said... Our next match is a strange match.

JT- Strange? Pfft! It should be quick!

GP- Why do you say that?

JT- GP, are you dumb or something? Kent Atheson and Bainkey? They cannot
co-exist with each other!

GP- They could...

JT- No...they can't.

Nikki- I'm sorry GP but for the first time ever I'm gonna have to agree with
JT on this one.

GP-!!!

Nikki- Maybe he is not that dumb after all

JT- Does that mean I can get you in the sack?

*SMACK*

Nikki-(Groans) Some things never change.

Ring Announcer- Introducing first...Jake Walker and Jack Breaker.....Deadly
Sins!

["Space Suit" by They Might be Giants Plays over the P.A. and Deadly Sins
make their way towards the ring.]

GP- Hey shallow...who you have your money on?

JT-Didn't I just tell you? You need to lay off of those Jetsons
cartoons. Deadly Sins are gonna win this easily because Bainkey and Kent
Atheson can't Co-exist.

Ring Announcer- And their oppenents.....introducing the first part of their
oppenents....Kent Atheson!

["Duck and Run" by 3 Doors Down plays on the P.A. and Kent Atheson walks down
to the ring.]

JT- Co-exist or no co-exist...this guy is a bum!

Nikki-(Gasps) Wow! Your kinda smart today!

JT- I'm getting tired of you....

Nikki- What are you gonna do about it?

GP- Chill out strasky and Hutch.

Ring Announcer- And his partner.....Bainkey!

[Dragon Ball Z Theme song plays and Bainky walks to the ring. But hesistates
at the ramp and Jack Breaker runs at Atheson with a clothsline.]

GP- Breaker just clothslined Atheson from behind!

JT- Aww! Wouldn't you know it. Bainkey is waiting on the ramp!

Nikki- I think Bainkey is cute.

JT- What does Bainkey got that I don't got?

Nikki- Everything...

JT- Nikki, do you have to like every wrestler that comes on this show?
It is starting to make you sound like a........forget it. :X

*SMACK*

Nikki- Call the damn match.

GP-Bainkey is still standing on the ramp as Atheson is in the ring being
double teamed by Deadly Sins.

JT- I knew something like this was gonna happen.

GP- VERTICAL SUPLEX by Jack Breaker! Breaker is dominating this match!

JT- Not for long....

Nikki- You think Bainkey is gonna help him?

JT- No....Jake Walker is going to control it now!

GP- Jake is tagged in and Jake begins to work on the ribs of Atheson.

JT- I thought that Jack was the powerhouse of the two but is this keeps
up Atheson's career in the IWO will be shorter.

GP- Jake has not let off those ribs. He is just stomping and stomping.

JT- Well look again because he has let up and he is picking Atheson up for
what looks like a powerbomb...

GP- No it isn't....he is working on those ribs still.

JT- Huh?

GP- Look he just flipped Atheson over on his stomach so that his ribs
would be on his shoulder...and you know what is coming up next.

Nikki-OMG! Atheson ribs may be broken in half!

JT- And Bainkey is still watching up--

GP- Bainkey is moving!

JT- Heh...Bainkey finally decides to help Atheson.

GP- It is about time

JT- Bainkey slides into the ring and is kicking the hell out of Jake.

GP- Jack is gonna come in and try to stop Bainkey.

JT- Pfft! He isn't doing a good job of it because Bainkey is punching and
kicking all over Jack Breaker.

Nikki- Here comes Jake.

GP-Oooh.....A jumping spin kick right to the back of Bainkey and he goes
tumbling out of the ring.

JT- Jake comes through once again

GP- Jake follows on the outside as Jack is breaking down Atheson. Jack throws
another punch but Atheson ducks it! Atheson spins around and picks up Breaker
for a back suplex.

JT- IT CONNECTS!

Nikki- This isn't happening.

GP- Jake is going up top for the Final Cut!

JT- If he hits this it is over....

GP- He jumps BUT BREAKER MOVES.

Nikki- Wait! Atheson landed on his feet.

GP- Kick to the stomach by Breaker and he lifts Atheson up for a powerbomb.
He is trying to slam but Atheson is fighting out of it. Atheson flies over
his head but Breaker backs up and knocks Atheson out of the ring.

JT- Oh welll.....no win for these guys...

GP- They still might have a chance..

JT- A chance in hell..

Nikki- C'MON BAINKEY!

JT- Ugh...

Nikki- What?

GP- Bainkey rolls into the ring but Breaker doesn't see him. Is he "Charging
up"?

Nikki- Oh God yes....

(Parker and JT just give each other a look.)

JT- Not that dumb ass shit.

GP- It is....he is charging up for the Kamehameha punch!

JT- You sound like that fucking cartoon.

GP- Breaker turns around and Bainkey hits hit.

JT- OH MY GOD ITS OVER!

Nikki- Yes Bainkey my lover....

JT- (Cough) Slut (Cough)

*SMACK*

JT- heh heh, so worth it.

GP- Here is the cover by Bainky and Jake is trying to break it but Atheson is
hgolding him!
1..........
2.........
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Ding Ding Ding]

JT- Ugh...who would have thought the first cover in the match would be the
last cover?

Nikki-..........

GP-..........

JT- What?

*SMACK*
*SMACK*

Nikki- Asshole

**Commercial Break**

GP: We're back on Hostile Takeover - and during the break...well,
just take a look at this.

[The scene cuts to the parking garage. Cars are scattered about
like...cars in a parking lot, I suppose.]

GP: Now folks, that red car on the left side of your screen belongs
to Bainkey, and here comes the Deadly Sins' jeep...

[As if on cue, a green jeep pulls up next to Bainkey's car. The
driver's side door opens, hitting into Bainkey's car. Jack Breaker steps out.]

Jack: Oops, silly me. Heh heh.

[Jack then proceeds to open and close the door in rapid sucession,
rendering Bainkey's car quite dented indeed. He then reaches into the jeep's
trunk and pulls out a blowtorch and proceeds to set Bainkey's car ablaze. He
and Jake Walker then get their bags out of the jeep and head off to their
locker room. We now go to the arenas parking lot where IWO
Interviewer Sam Boston Is standing with a microphone
In his hand... ]

Sam Boston: I am back here waiting on IWO Superstar -
Sabastian Crow... In which, I have been to try
and get a few words from him about his match tonight
which just happens to be the Spiral Tournament
Competition for the World Heavyweight Title... and,
wait a minute...

[ Around the corner, comes the yellow lamborgihni
speeding to a complete stop... the door pushes open
and Sabastian Crow steps out wearing the normal black
KIK pants, white T-shirt, and a opened black and
white College INN shirt... he reaches behind his seat
and grabs hold of his black gym bag including his
Extreme Title Gold... he flips the gold over his
shoulder and slams the door shut... Sam Boston
confronts him with the microphone... ]

Sam Boston: Mr Crow !!!... Sabastian Crow, I have been
waiting for you all night, I was just wondering If
I could have a few comments about you’re match tonight?

[ Crow chews on his gum and rolls his eyes back and
fourth... he nods his head... ]

Sam Boston: Great... first off, I would like to
congratulate you on winning the Extreme Title last
Sunday at Desperate Measures... but you would also be the
World Heavyweight Champion If It wasn’t for Tom
Ford sending you back to the lockers... but tonight,
you once again get you’re chance to claim the biggest
prize In the game today, the IWO World Heavyweight
Title... what are you’re thoughts about the match
itself including the competition tonight ?

[ Crow stares Sam in the eyes with a cold stare... he
suddenly smiles and shakes his head... he takes out
his bubble gum from his mouth and places It onto the
shoulder of Sam... Sam looks down at his shoulder
as Crow nods his head... he begins to walk off as Sam
still stands there... with a bothered look on Crow’s
face, he shakes his head and walks to the lockers. ]

**Commercial Break**

GP:Fans, that World Title match later tonight will be huge! You just heard from Crow.. I wonder what else can be in store! What do you think JT?

JT: I'm hungry.

GP: And that's the perfect lead-in to our next match!

JT: Huh?

GP: Yup, it's time for the Pizza Hut Coupon Ladder Match... Adam Wars takes
on Ben Archer!

JT: So where's the coupon?

GP: High up there.

(A coupon hangs, high high HIGH up...)

JT: OOH!

(JT begins to get up.)

GP: Sit down!

(JT goes back into his seat.)

JT: Poo. I'm hungry.

Nikki: Shut up.

JT: Sincerely, I'm hungry. The IWO's paychecks are so low. I mean, Jamie
spends all his money on golden adventurous lesbian whores, so why wouldn't I
have a low --

** COMMERCIAL BREAK **

GP: Well, now that we cut off JT, both Wars and Archer are in the ring. They
tie up, and Archer pushes Wars back... Wars pushes Archer back... and
Archer raises his hands?

JT: Whoooo! NOW SOMEONE GET ME THAT COUPON!

GP: Archer's asking for a mic...

Archer: Hey, Adam, listen. Are you hungry?

JT: I AM!

(Wars nods his head.)

Archer: So how about's we split this pizza that we get if we win?

(Wars stands there for a few seconds... then shrugs.)

GP: Well, this is unbelievable. Adam Wars and Ben Archer are working
together
for the sake of a pizza.

(Wars cups his hands, and Archer puts a foot in them. Wars lifts Archer up...
Archer's nowhere near the coupon.)

Archer: Higher!

(Wars pressures himself to push up higher. Archer makes a grab for the
coupon.... and misses.)

Archer: Okay, SCREW IT. I'm getting the ladder.

(Archer jumps off of Wars's hands, and gets the ladder.)

Nikki: Wasn't this expected to be a knock-down, drag out bout?

(Archer comes back with the ladder.)

Archer: Okay, Adam, how about you set this thing up? I need to go sit down...
I've been having a stiff back lately.

GP: Boy, you've got to feel bad for Archer.

JT: C'MON! I'M HUNGRY!

Nikki: SHUT UP!

GP: Well, Wars has the ladder set up... Archer has brought a chair in the
ring...

Archer: Oh well. I don't think I can climb the ladder with a stiff back and
all... Wars, I'll let you win this one. Go ahead, climb it!

GP: Archer sits down in the chair.. and Wars begins to climb the ladder! I
don't believe it! Wars is going to win the match with nothing more than a
push! Wars getting up the coupon... AND ARCHER FOLDS THE CHAIR BACK
UP AND
SWINGS IT RIGHT ON WARS'S BACK! IT WAS A TRICK!

JT: DAMN! I WOULD'VE STOLEN THE PIZZA!

GP: Archer laughs at Wars... and climbs up the ladder! He's getting up
there... and Wars pushes the ladder around with his foot! It's wobbly, it's
wobbly... Archer pushes even harder! AND IT ALL COMES DOWN! Archer
lands
right next to Wars! Archer springs up and snatches that mic!

Archer: OW! THAT HURT MY STIFF BACK!

(Wars snatches the mic.)

Wars: WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR BACK!

*CRACKLE!*

GP: HE BROKE THAT MICROPHONE OVER ARCHER'S HEAD! ARCHER
GOES INTO THE ROPES,
AND WARS GRABS THE LADDER! He runs towards Archer with it... Archer
gets a
foot up to block it! He tries to push it into Wars's face... Wars goes back a
couple inches... He tries sliding it under Archer! Archer jumps! And now he's
laughing at Wars for something so stupid!

Nikki: And Wars STEAMROLLS Archer over the top rope! Archer lands right on
the LADDER! And now... Wars simply points to his temple. Smart cookie.

JT: Now take the ladder, Wars, AND GET THAT COUPON! I'LL SHARE THE
PIZZA WITH
YOU!

GP: Wars goes outside... he's taking Archer off the ladder... and he slides
it in. Wars setting up the ladder...

JT: He's slow. FASTER! FASTER!

Nikki: Don't make me beat you!

JT: Whore, shut up, I'm hungry!

*Smack heard 'round the world*

JT: YOWIEEEEEEEEEEE! ... I'm still hungry! WAH!

GP: Damn! Wars climbs up the ladder... Archer rolls in... Wars is getting up
there... Archer pushes the ladder! Wars lands on the top rope, falls to the
mat! And that ladder gets picked up by Archer! Archer climbs up... sees
Wars... HE JUMPS ONTO WARS FROM THREE-QUARTER WAYS UP!

JT: IT'S AN F'N COUPON! JUST GET IT! SCREW THIS!

(JT tears off his headset, and gets in the ring.)

GP: Moron.

Nikki: I know.

GP: JT sneaking around... he sees Wars and Archer exchanging fists on the
mat... and he scrambles up the ladder! JT's almost to the coupon!

JT: YES! JT WILL HAVE NOURISHMENT!

Nikki: Oh geez, Wars and Archer heard him...

GP: They get up... JT's reaching for that coupon! But... HE'S TOO SHORT!
HAHAHAHAHAHA! MIDGET-ANNOUNCER CAN'T GRAB THE COUPON!

JT: WHY AREN'T THESE THINGS TALLER! Oh... thanks. WHAT THE HELL?

(Wars and Archer have picked the ladder up with JT still on it. They're
carrying it towards the ropes...)

GP: JT FALLS OFF THE LADDER! AND WARS PUSHES THE LADDER INTO
ARCHER! ARCHER
FALLS TO THE MAT, AND THE LADDER IS SUSPENDED BETWEEN THE
SECOND AND THIRD
TURNBUCKLES!

Nikki: Wars has got some nasty thoughts... he shoots into the ropes, SENTON

SPLASH TO THE LADDER WITH ARCHER UNDER IT! Wars drags the ladder
off... picks
up Archer... CRADLE PILEDRIVER! He grabs him again... POWERSLAMS HIM
ON THE
LADDER! Archer's stiff back must be MASSIVELY IN PAIN!

GP: You really think he had a stiff back, don't you? Anyway, Wars takes the
ladder, gets onto the second rope... SPLASHES WITH THE LADDER, BUT
ARCHER
ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Archer crawling around, he pulls the ladder off
Wars,
and crawls towards the center of the ring with it! He's setting it up... and
gets to his feet!

Nikki: Archer is climbing the ladder, slowly but surely! And Wars is up, and
he's got the chair! He's going around the other side! Both men moving
slowly... and Archer is almost there! Wars just behind him! Archer reaches
for the coupon... misses the first time!

GP: It's a small coupon, by the way, so it isn't easy to catch. Archer
reaches again, and he gets a punch in the face for his troubles! Wars is up,
HE CRACKS ARCHER WITH THE CHAIR! GOOD GOD, IT SOUNDED LIKE A
GUNSHOT WENT
THROUGH HERE! Archer FALLS! AND WARS GRABS THE COUPON!

Winner -- Adam Wars, now a pizza richer. :-)

GP: Now, someone get JT up and back to the table, please.

** COMMERCIAL BREAK **

GP:This is Hostile Takeover. Welcome back to the show. You just saw Adam Wars defeat Ben Archer for the coupon for a free pizza...

(We fade into highlights, as we see Wars cracking Archer with the chair. We see Wars grabbing the coupon, and then falling down off the ladder.)

GP:Awesome show of athletism...Coming up in just
moments, it's AWS Man (Also known as Bill) defending his newly won,
newly
attained if you will, IWO Television title.

JT:What a great showing last Sunday at Desperate Measures by AWS Man
(Also
known as Bill). He proved that not only is he one of the top players
in the
game today, but he proved that at any time, anywhere, he can be
victorious.
At Desperate Measures, it was no exception.

AK:It's AWS Man (Also known as Bill) versus Erik Blake...up next.

(Erik Blake's entrance theme is heard throughout the arena as he walks
down
to the ring.)

Ring Announcer:Ladies and gentleman. This match is set for one fall
with a
ten minute time limit. First the challenger. He is
ERRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKK BLLLLLLAAAAAAKKKKKKKEEEEEEE!

(Erik Blake makes his way up to the steel steps and enters the ring.
There,
he poses for the crowd, who expresses a mixed reaction toward the
wrestler.)

(AWS Man (Also known as Bill) makes his way to the ring as his entrance
music is heard throughout the arena. With IWO television title over
his
shoulder, he gets pelted with soft drinks and garbage by the not so
adoring
fans.)

Ring Announcer:He is your IWO Television Champion. Let's welcome...AWS
Man
(Also known as Bill)!

GP:The fans aren't taken to this champion no doubt.

JT:Well they have to. I have a hunch you'll be seeing him on
television A
LOT.

AK:I wonder why you think that.

JT:So do I.

GP:The referee has signalled the match to start and that will be so.
Here
we go folks.

(AWS Man (Also known as Bill) and Blake tie up. A go behind on Blake.
AWS
Man (Also known as Bill) attempts a german suplex, but Blake reverses
that
into a roll up.)

1....

KICKOUT!

GP:Great reversal by Blake, but it was a matter of too little, too
early in
this match-up.

(AWS Man (Also known as Bill) gets to feet and so does Blake. They tie
up
once more, this time Erik Blake with the advantage. Blake whips AWS
Man
(Also known as Bill) into the ropes, tries and clothesline, AWS Man
(Also
known as Bill) ducks. Blake with another clothesline attempt, AWS Man
(Also
known as Bill) ducks yet again. Finally, AWS Man (Also known as Bill)
bounces off the ropes and hits a flying forearm. He gets Blake up and
whips
him into the ropes and as Blake bounces back, AWS Man (Also known as
Bill)
throws Blake right over the top rope and onto the floor.)

JT:Nice move by the television champion.

(AWS Man (Also known as Bill) makes his way outside the ring. He takes
Blake to the announcer's table and slams Blake's head on the table a
few
times and then proceeds to whip him successfully into the steel steps.)

AK:It's nice once in a while to get up close and personal with IWO
superstars.

GP:It sure is.

(AWS Man (Also known as Bill) executes a few punches as Blake
backpedals
into the safety guardrail. Blake tries to counter with a knife edge
chop,
but to no avail. AWS Man (Also known as Bill) holds Blake up and drops
him
down as Blake's upper body is hung over the guardrail. Mouthing off to
the
fans, AWS Man (Also known as Bill) celebrates. With Blake down, he is
thrown back into the ring.)

JT:Believe it or not, the champ is simply dominating this match.

AK:That's why he is the champ and that's why he will the champ for a
long
time to come.

(AWS Man (Also known as Bill) starts to kick at the upper body of Erik
Blake. As Blake seeks refuge in the corner, AWS Man (Also known as
Bill)
continues to kick at Blake's chest and stomach, then literally
smears Blake's face with his boot. AWS Man (Also known as Bill) holds
Blake
up and whips him into the opposite corner. Blake staggers back, but
AWS Man
(Also known as Bill) executes a running bulldog.)

GP:This is classic AWS Man (Also known as Bill). Softening up his
opponent
with move after move and finishing up with the ever infamous 'Win the
Freakin Matchifier'.

(AWS Man (Also known as Bill) holds Blake up. Blake gets up, but is
knocked
down by a jab by the TV champ. Blake slowly gets up, but AWS Man (Also
known as Bill) punches Blake right between the eyes, sending Blake
crashing
to the canvas. AWS Man (Also known as Bill) bounces off the ropes and
hits
a jumping leg drop. He tries for a second time, but Blake moves out of
the
way. Tough even before Blake can get up, AWS Man (Also known as Bill)
connects with an elbow drop and proceeds to put an STF on a fallen Erik
Blake.)

GP:STF! STF! STF!

(Blake gets to the ropes before AWS Man (Also known as Bill) gets a
chance
to wrench back on the move.

JT:Luckily Blake gets to the ropes. Hey, do you think that somehow, he
may
get a second wind

AK:I don't know. I can't predict the future.

JT:Well you should. Look at those folks who charge a billion dollars a
minute to predict after two hours of discussion that you will have a
'good
day'. They're stinking rich!

AK:No, I choose not to go down that career path. I prefer to spend my
time
as an announcer for the prestigious Internet Wrestling Organization.

JT:Were you payed to say that?

AK:Yeah, a bit.

(The referee asks AWS Man (Also known as Bill) to break the hold, but
he
keeps it on. The referee then warns him, but still no response.
Finally,
the ref counts to five as AWS Man (Also known as Bill) lets go at
four.)

GP:I don't know how much pain Blake must be in, but I hear doctors are
lining up in the back waiting to treat him and cash in.

(AWS Man (Also known as Bill) gets up on his feet and puts the boots to
Blake. As Blake slowly, but surely is up on both feet, AWS Man pulls
Blake
toward him and attempts a clothesline, but Blake ducks and schoolboys
AWS
Man (Also known as Bill) for the cover.)

JT:There's your second wind folks. It's time for some pay back by
Blake.

1...

2...

NO!

GP:One second away. One second away from victory. He almost had the
champ
beat there.

JT:But he didn't and that's what counts.

(AWS Man (Also known as Bill) quickly gets up in frustration and
charges
Blake with a clothesline, but Blake goes under and hits a neckbreaker.
Blake mounts the champ and starts swinging lefts and rights as AWS Man
(Also
known as Bill) tries to cover up. The champ finally shoves Blake to
the
side and makes his way on feet, but Blake hooks AWS Man (Also known as
Bill)
for a double arm DDT and the cover.)

AK:Blake is absolutely on fire.

1....

2....

KICKOUT!

AK:We almost had a new IWO television champion. That was so damn
close.

(Blake holds AWS Man (Also known as Bill) up, but the champ distracts
the
ref and low blows Blake to soften him up.)

GP:That's it. No more little Erik Blakes will be made. It's the end
of the
world.

(AWS Man (Also known as Bill) whips Erik Blake into the ropes. AWS
Man
(Also known as Bill) comes off the opposite set of ropes and that
results
in a double clothesline, as they both go down hard.)

GP:Two men putting out their heart and soul for that piece of gold.
That
IWO television title.

(All of the sudden, 'Enjoy the Silence' by Failure blares through the
arena
speakers as IWO U.S./Pacific Champion Simon Seaman comes out to a loud
pop.)

JT:What the hell is this? It's Simon Seaman! He isn't suppposed to be
here.

AK:The unified champion is here live and in colour.

GP:Did you two figure that out all by yourselves.

(Simon goes into the back and retrieves a chair. He sits on it at the
top
of the ramp way and views the action.)

GP:Simon with a closer look on things. Don't be discouraged. He won't
be
there for long.

(Meanwhile in the ring, AWS Man (Also known as Bill) is the first to
get up
and hooks Blake and drops him down with a fisherman's suplex DDT and
then
attracts Simon's attention.)

GP:AWS Man (Also known as Bill) could not have had any bad luck like
here
tonight.

JT:If he's telling Simon not to stay back, that's just not going to
happen.

AK:Telling Simon to stop is like telling is like telling Richard
Simmons to
wear a suit.

(AWS Man sets up Erik Blake for his 'Win the Freakin' Matchifier'
finisher
as Simon starts to slowly walk down the ramp.)

GP:There goes AWS Man (Also known as Bill) up to the top rope and there
goes
Simon down the ramp.

(The referee warns Simon not to interfere. Simon makes his way onto
the
ring apron as the referee warns Simon not to interfere. AWS Man (Also
known
as Bill) is distracted by Simon and the ref, letting Erik Blake to get
up
and crotch AWS Man (Also known as Bill) on the top rope.)

JT:Get the hell out of here Simon! Look what you're doing.

AK:There is no question that he is doing this on purpose.

(Erik Blake gets AWS Man (Also known as Bill) down from the top
turnbuckle
and then whips him into the ropes, it's reversed as Erik Blake knocks
the
referee out of the ring by accident. Simon sidesteps it avoiding
getting
hit and walks through the ropes.)

GP:Uh oh, here we go.

(Simon throws Erik Blake over the top rope and onto the floor. AWS Man
(Also known as Bill) has his back turned, but Simon gets his attention
by
tapping him on the shoulder.)

JT:Look behind you champ. You have a visitor.

(The crowd cheers as AWS Man (Also known as Bill) turns around and
Simon
kicks him in the groin and then jumps up and hurancanranas AWS Man
(Also
known as Bill). Simon walks out of the ring and grabs the television
title.
Walking back into the ring, he waits for AWS Man (Also known as Bill)
to
get up and as he gets up, Simon hits him right between the eyes with
the
title.)

AK:Hot shot by Simon Seaman!

(Simon scales to the top rope and waits for AWS Man (Also known as
Bill) to
make his way to his feet. Very slowly, AWS Man (Also known as Bill)
finally
gets on his feet and is met by a Silencer from the top rope.)

GP:Silencer connects!

(The referee gets up on the apron and sees this and calls for the
bell.)

JT:What a blatant attack on AWS Man (Also known as Bill), yet AWS Man
(Also
known as Bill) is still your IWO television champion.

(Blake gets up from the nasty fall he took moments ago and shoves Simon
Seaman.)

AK:Erik Blake isn't too happy that Simon cost him that TV title.

Ring Announcer:The winner of this match by disqualification and STILL
IWO
TELEVISION CHAMPION...AWS Man (Also known as Bill)!

(Erik Blake argues with Simon some more, but Simon puts his hand out in
forgiveness. The crowd anticipates Blake's response as AWS Man (Also
known
as Bill) is knocked out cold.)

GP:Shake his hand damn it. Shake his hand.

(Erik Blake looks at the crowd and hesitates. He tries to attack Simon
with
a punch while Simon's head is turned to the crowd, but Simon blocks it
and
as Blake tries again, Simon with a go behind on Blake and hooks Blake's
head
under his arm and gets his Revelation submission.)

JT:Simon has Blake in the Revelation!

GP:What a reverse fisherman's suplex by Seaman. He's got Blake's leg
and
head hooked in a position that is not meant to be bent that way. My
goodness, what agony must Blake be in?! First the beating from AWS Man
(Also
known as Bill) and now this.

(Simon releases the hold and grabs a microphone and stands over Blake
and
AWS Man (Also known as Bill)).

GP:What is Simon going to do now?

Simon:Sorry AWS Man (Also known as Bill). You too Blake. My hand
slipped.

(Simon throws the mic down on the canvas and walks out of the ring and
into
the back.)

GP:Well folks, looks like AWS Man (Also known as Bill) will be looking
for
some payback very soon. We'll be right back...

**Commercial Break**

(The camera fades in to a screaming Hostile Takeover crowd.
Suddenly, the lights go out. A rumbling noise surrounds the arena, sending the
crowd into a frenzy...)

Voice of ?¿?: are...you...ready???

(the rumbling grows louder as the crowd pops.)

Voice of ?¿?: Are...you...ready?!?

(again, the rumbling and the crowd grows.)

Voice of ?¿?: Are you ready!?!

(the crowd is screaming, the rumbling is deafening.)

Voice of ?¿?: ARE YOU READY?!

(The rumbling stops. The crowd gets confused by the sudden drop
of volume...)

(...but not for long, as fireworks go off all over the place. "Full
Nelson" by Limp Bizkit blasts as the lights come back on to reveal the
Mysterious One in the center of the ring, arms outstretched. In his right hand he
holds a microphone.)

?¿?: I-W-O...Ben Archer...Death Comes in Mysterious Ways.

(the crowd pops.)

?¿?: So at long last, the wait is over, right? After months and
months and months and months AND MONTHS of waiting for me to return, the
crowd gets what it wants. The fans FINALLY get their way around here. Since I first
vanished from the IWO, the goal of each IWO member has been to pound their
opponent for their own personal satisfaction. The glory of holding that gold
title belt, that useless piece of tin that represents "champion", something
I assure you NOBODY in the IWO is capable of calling themselves, has
become the most sacred of all sacreds in the IWO. And who gets left out? The
fans. Cuz now we have all these f*cking looneys come forward and do
whatever the hell it takes to get themselves a name. They don't give the sh*t about
what you think. They don't give the sh*t about what ANYBODY thinks. All
these miserable excuses of pathetic f*cking dropouts is figuring out how to
prove to THEMSELVES that they're worth as much as their Mommas and
Pappas told 'em they were.

Now, let me be honost here. I hate repeating myself. I believe in
listening, learning, adapting, and reacting. But here I am, on what?
My 5th or so week of my comeback, and I'm saying the EXACT SAME SH*T I
said when I got here! I know you f*ckers can hear me, most of you are in the
back. Quit whacking off to fake nudie pictures of Meygon and pay the f*ck
attention to your biggest problem ever: Me.

(the crowd pops.)

?¿?: I'm not here to waste my time, folks. I'm not here to waste
yours. I'm here to beat the respect into every f*cker in the locker room, to
make them all see that there's more to this than winning those golden sh*ts we
call title belts. Its about these people out here, ladies and gents. About
that fat guy in the 3rd row trying to fit 4 hot dogs in his mouth right now.
Its about that lady over there lifting her shirt up cuz she's too drunk to
know what the f*ck she's doing. Its about bringing that 8 year old kid to
see his favorite star come and beat the hell outta some one. The blood and
sweat you shed isn't about winning titles or even winning matches, but f*cking
entertaining people.

(the crowd pops.)

?¿?: But this is wrestling, not a circus. If you're out to get the
crowd's attention, the best way to do it is to come out here focused, fight
til your very last breath, then get up and do it again later in the week!
Which brings me to my opponent of choosing...

(the crowd pops again.)

?¿?: Ben Archer, you've made five very fatal mistakes already. First
off, you backed down to the Board Members. VP Tom tells you to get out
there and entertain the feds any way you can? Tell him the only way you'll do
that is by making his ass step in the ring with you. These people don't want
f*cking juggling, ESPECIALLY your horrible rendetion of it. These people want
to see someone BLEED, am I right?!

(the crowd roars.)

?¿?: Damn right I'm right. And who better to bleed than one of these
pinhead Board members. F*ck they care more about the money they make
off this event right now than about the quality of the show they put on...Tom
telling you to go out to juggle during a f*cking Pay Per View is proof enough of
that!! So you see, Archer, you've already shown your total unwillingness to do
anything than be a corporate bitch...and I'll tell you from personal experience,
that gets you NOWHERE.

Your second fatal mistake was your actions, Archer. You juggled.
You could've come out here and done any number of f*cking things to
rile this crowd up, and you did what any f*cking circus clown could do. You
made a mockery out of yourself and out of the IWO with your worthless
bullsh*t. I've said it before, and unfortunately I'll say it again: I'll beat the respect
into you, even if it's SELF-respect! And that's exactly what I did,
Archer. I gave that crowd the entertainment they were looking for...I gave
them an IWO wrestler in a bloody pool in the center of the ring. And that reaction
was worth so much more than the mess you made with all those eggs...

Your third mistake was your reaction to me, Archer. You called
me a "small fry", Archer. Now, I understand you're a little new to this
Ben...but let me establish the facts for you, in case you haven't gotten 'em
straight yet. You went juggling. I laid you out in 5 seconds flat. You've
mistaken me for 0¿0, a f*cked up copycat of me. I'm pretty sure that if you got
your ASS KICKED BY SOMEONE, YOU'D F*CKING REMEMBER WHAT THEY
LOOKED LIKE A WEEK LATER. But, since you can't, lemme give you a painful reminder.

(The IWO-tron turns on)

***REPLAY***

(suddenly fireworks go off and the lights go out. The crowd doesn't
understand. more fireworks go off and the lights come back on.
Archer is standing in the ring holding the 4 vases. But...)

GP: THE MYSTERIOUS ONE!!! THE MYSTERIOUS ONE!!!

JT: ?¿? IS STANDING BEHIND BEN ARCHER!!!! ARCHER DOESN'T SEE
HIM!!!

Shallow: THIS CROWD HAS ERUPTED!!!

Archer: What's the big f'n deal? What are you all screaming for, I
stopped juggl...

GP: THE MYSTERIOUS ONE JUST GRAPPED A VASE FROM ARCHER'S
HAND!! ARCHER SPINS AROUND, STARTLED, OH DAMN!! HIS HEAD
JUST GOT BUSTED OPEN FROM THAT SHOT!! ?¿? PICKS HIM UP, KICKS HIM IN THE STOMACH,
MYSTERY DEATHDRIVER!!!! ARCHER IS OUT COLD!!

***END REPLAY***

?¿?: Ya remember me now Archer? Yeah...thats me, the one
standing over top of your lifeless body. It'll happen again...I promise.

(the crowd roars.)

?¿?: The fourth mistake, "Icon", is your lack of focus. Granted,
you've got balls, turning your back on me. I admire that, I think by showing you
don't give the damn you're tryin to pull one of those "I'm too good for him"
things. But splitting your focus between me and how many other
guys?! 2 or 3 at least...dangerous. You've underestimated me, Archer, and
everyone who's underestimated has paid the price dearly. I won't make an exception
for you.

(the crowd pops.)

?¿?: Your fifth, and final mistake, Ben Archer is your ridiculous sense
of humor. Its all fun and games now, Ben. But when you're a bloody
mess in the middle of the ring again just like at Desperate Measures, when you
wake up in a hospital emergency room, when you realize that you've been
f*cking roasted because of your blatant stupidity...we'll see how much laughing you'll
be doing.

(The Mysterious One drops the mic. "Full Nelson" by Limp Bizkit again
plays over the loudspeakers while ?¿? addresses the crowd. He swiftly
moves back to the center of the ring and stretches his arms again. Immediatly,
fireworks explode and the arena goes black. Rumbling replaces the music...)

Voice of ?¿?: Are...you...ready??!

(fade to commercial.)

GP: I Certainly wouldn't want to be Ben Archer right about now. That just scares the hebie jibbies out of me...

JT:Heebie what?!?

GP: And we are now ready for our North American Title
Match...

JT:FINE! IGNORE ME!

(The camera fades up to the rooftop, as the man in the trenchcoat seems to have disappeared.)

JT:HEY! Where'd he go!

GP:He... he must have left during the break. I have no idea where he went... but we must go on with the show...

Nikki: North American Title. Three Superstars about to collide tonight...
who could walk away from the winner of this match ?...
will It be Gunnar ?... or even Jeff ?... or could Joey
Malone pull a perfect win tonight and retain his North
American Title Belt ?

JT: Hmmm... you know what Nikki ?

Nikki: Hmmm ?

JT: You would really look good In a gangbang right
about now...

*SLAP*

JT: Ouch !!!... It was just a suggestion...

Nikki: WHATEVER !!!!!

GP: Hehe... lets get on with our match...

[ “No Leaf Clover” by Metallica begins playing over
the speakers as the fans erupt In a pop reaction...
Gunnar Smith comes from behind the curtains and walks
down the rampway... ]

Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring... he Is
one of the challengers In tonight’s North American
Title Match.... GUNNAR SMITH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ “Hells Bells” by AC/DC plays over the speakers now
as the fans erupt In a mild pop/heat reaction... Jeff
King makes his way from behind the curtains and down
the rampway... ]

Ring Announcer: And the Second Challenger... JEFF
KINGGGGGGG !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GP: And now we await the champion...

JT: Yay !!!... the fucking Village Idiot Is on his way
out...

Nikki: JT !!!... WATCH YOU’RE LANGUAGE !!!!!

JT: Blow ME !

Nikki: Ugh... go fuck yourself !!!

JT: *Gasp*

Nikki: :-)

JT: ......

[ “Shame” by BT begins playing over the speakers as
the fans erupt to their feet In a decent crowd pop...
out walks the IWO’s Village Idiot, Joey Malone with
the North American Title strapped around his
waist... ]

Ring Announcer: And their opponent... he Is the North
American Champion and true IWO Village Idiot...
lets give It up for JOEY MALONE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DING DING DING !!!!!!

[ The bell has rung... ]

GP: And the bell has just rung and It looks like this
Triple Threat Competition Is underway... Gunnar
Smith and Jeff King go nose to nose now... they seem
to be trash talking each other but wait a minute,
here comes Joey Malone clotheslining them both down...


JT: What idiots !!!!

GP: Joey Malone now... he brings Gunnar back up...
Irish whip off the turnbuckle, Gunnar comes back
and Joey hits a back body drop... Jeff King gets up
now... he runs at Joey and Joey catches him with a
armdrag takedown... wow, Joey Malone Is on fire
tonight...

Nikki: Now Joey spreads apart Jeff King and hits a
knee straight to the groin area... Jeff Is thriving In
pain... Joey turns around but Is caught with a
clothesline from Gunnar Smith... Gunnar brings Joey
back
up and hits a vertical suplex straight to the mat...
but wait a minute, Gunnar cluthes hold of Joeys leg
and...

1...

KICKOUT !!!

Nikki: No... It was too early to call...

JT: That idiot Gunnar Smith !!!... I knew that he
couldn’t pin Joey Malone this early In a match...
Gunnar
rises up though and OH... hes smacked back down with a
huge running clothesline from Jeff King... man,
theres clotheslines all over the place tonight !!!

GP: Jeff brings Gunnar back up and bounces him off the
ropes... but Gunnar blocks the Irish Whip... he
brings Jeff back to him and hits a belly to back
suplex !!!... Jeff spreads apart Gunnars leg and
OUCH...
Jeff just hit a elbow straight to Gunnars groin
area... thats payback for Gunnar !!!

JT: Yeah !!!... another man should never mess with
another man’s balls !!!... errr...

Nikki: Err... that didn’t quite sound right JT,
hehe...

JT: ......

GP: Jeff gets back up now... he seems to have a
perfect advantage over Gunnar Smith... but out from
the
front, he receives a straight kick to the gut by Joey
Malone and followed by a hard slamming DDT !!!...
Joey rolls Jeff over... going for a cover here...

1...

2....

KICKOUT !!!

GP: And Jeff kicked out at 2... man, what impressive
action...

Nikki: Well whoever said change wasn’t easy...
especially, when you’re at a change of pace In this
match-up having Joey Malone as the top runner up...
Joey brings Jeff up now, he seems to be not finished,
he hits a hurricurrana taking Jeff back down to the
mat... Gunnar Smith gets back up... he charges at Joey
but Joey catches him... Joey cluthes hold of him, Joey
going up and OH... THAT WAS A SWEET
MOVE... Joey just flew up into the air, I don’t know
how high he went, but he just slammed Gunnar back
down with a inverted DDT...

GP: Now Joey going for a cover on Gunnar Smith... can
he make It happen...

1...

2....

KICKOUT !!!

GP: And no !... Gunnar Smith kicks out...

JT: Hey wait a minute !!!... look whos running down
the rampway...

GP: Wow he speaks...

JT: Its Ryan King !!!!

Nikki: What the hell Is Ryan King doing here ???

[ Ryan King jumps onto the apron as the referee sees
him... Ryan trys to come between the ropes wanting
to get In but the referee keeps forbidding him too...
]

GP: Ryan looks to be he wants In this match...

Nikki: Yeah... but the referee won’t let him...

GP: But wait a minute !!!... from behind, Joey Malone
has the North American Title Belt !!!... Gunnar
Smith gets back up and *SMACK*...

Nikki: A hard shot straight to the face of Gunnar
Smith... Joey Malone just struck him with that NA
belt...
Joey goes for a cover... Ryan King off the apron...
the referee sees this and goes down for the count...

1...

2...

3... !!!

GP: And we have a winner !!!!

[ “Shame” by BT plays over the speakers as Joey Malone
slides out under the ropes and walks up the
rampway with his gold... ]

JT: Thanks to Ryan King I think... Joey Malone was
able to take the advantage, strike Gunnar down with
his NA belt... and pick up a perfect win !!!!

Nikki: What else can happen tonight !???

**Commercial Break**

(The camera slowly fades onto the announce booth, as Nikki, Greg Parker, and JT are awaiting the main event.)

GP:We just saw Joey Malone successfully defend his North American Title against a former World Champion Gunnar Smith, and you can only wonder who will walk out tonight with the belt around their waist...

Nikki:Well, all I know is that up next, we're going to have one hell of a World Heavyweight title matchup, and I just hope that that man in the trenchcoat doesn't try anything. That just ruined the entire Pay Per View.

GP:Well, everyone's been wondering who he is, and since the last match, we're wondering WHERE he is...

(A hand reaches out from the crowd, schrowded in brown. Grabbing the hair of Nikki in a fierce action, we see that it's none other the man that was inside the trenchcoat. He slowly climbs over the guardrail, grabbing Nikki and dragging her around into the ring.)

GP:What the hell! What the hell! What is going on!

(The man inside the trenchcoat throws Nikki into the ring, underneath the bottom rope. He has a bag in his hand, as he throws that inside as well.)

Nikki*screaming*:What are you doing! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!

(The man in the trenchcoat makes a simple pointing action, over towards the IWO-Tron. An image appears of earling in the night.)

Nikki:Yeah, that trenchcoat man thinks he can waltz right in and take the World Belt. He thinks that he can just force his way into stardom. Well, he's probably a pompus prick who is insecure with his surroundings, and THAT'S why he's in a trenchcoat. He's insecure... and he's unmanly...

(The image fades out, as Nikki seems to be slowly trying to crawl away. She's in a desperate panic, trying to leave for her life, as the man in the trenchcoat grabs her by the hair. She immediatly begins to kick and scratch, but to no avail.)

GP:DEAR GOD! GET SOME HELP IN THERE FOR NIKKI!

(The man in the trenchcoat slowly begins to look through his bag, while holding Nikki at arm's length away. All of a sudden, the lights go out, and then a blaze of fire scorches the ring, lighting up Nikki in an eerie sense. Nikki, lying on the canvas burning, trying to put out the fire on her left arm and the left side of her face. The lights slowly come on, as Nikki is put out rather quickly by JT.)

GP:Dear god! What in sam hell! This trenchcoat... this man in the trenchcoat just lit Nikki on FIRE!

(JT immediatly slides into the ring, and grabs Nikki. He slowly takes her to the backstage area, as the man in the trenchcoat leaves, satisified by his work.)

**Commercial Break**

World Heavyweight Title Match
Spiral Tournament Style

GP:I sincerly can not believe what just transpired out here, just
minutes before the Main Event... Nikki was recently rushed to the local
hospital here in Dallas, and her condition is seems to be in trauma.
Folks, I can't... I just can't believe it.

JT:Of all the nights... I was SO close...

(Parker smacks his forehead.)

GP:As the old adage goes, the show must go on, and the show will go on
right now, with the Spiral Tournament... pitting Syphon Fission against
four of the toughest men to ever grace the IWO ring. This will
definitly test whether Fission truley is championship material, or he's lost his
touch.

(We fade into the ring, as we see Meygon holding a microphone.)

Meygon:This next match, is scheduled for... four falls, and is
scheduled for the IWO World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the
Champion... hailing from Seattle Washington, and the master of the
Death Plunge. He recently defeated all odds and became the Heavyweight
champion for a second time... here is none other than SYPHON...
FISSION!

("Papercut" by Linkin Park hits the PA system as the fans immediatly
erupt in cheers. Syphon Fission comes out to an even greater pop as he
comes out to pyro. He also comes out with Quinn Morgan, as well.)

GP: Fission looks pumped for this spiral tournament, I'll give him
that.

JT: Yeah, but if he's gonna retain, he's gotta wrestle four straight
matches! How's he gonna do that?

GP: I dunno.

(Fission gets into the ring as the crowd pops again as he raises his
arms.)

("Papercut" fades out as the opening guitar solo of "Enter Sandman" by
Metallica. The crowd starts to cheer and boo at the same time.
Sabastian
Crow comes out. He just walks straight to the ring.)

GP: Yay, it's Sabastian Crow.

JT: Yeah, well, he might just be the next World champion.

GP: Maybe.

(Crow steps over the top rope.)

*ding, ding, ding*

GP: And here we go!

(Both men lock up, and Crow forces Fission back into the corner. He
goes
for a clubbing forarm, but Fission ducks out of the way and starts
wailing away on Crow with right hands after right hands.)

GP: And Fission starts off with a flury in the corner!

(Crow, however, grabs Fission by the neck and slings him into the
corner. He starts ramming knees into Fission's midsection. Crow backs
up
and tries a running knee strike, but Fission hops up on the second rope
and Crow misses. Fission punches Crow in the face and comes off the
second rope with a dropkick.)

JT: Missile dropkick by Fission to take down the big man, Crow.

(Crow gets to his feet in time to say a nice warm HELLO to Fission's
forearm, as Fission gets a bigass forearm to Crow's forehead. Fission
shoves Crow back into the ropes and then Irish whips him in. Crow
reveres, and drops his head for a backdrop. Fission leapfrogs over him
and runs into the opposite ropes. Crow goes for the kitchen sink
kneelift, but Fission leaps over his leg and gets a rollup.)

GP: Fission with a rollup! One... two... NO!

(Crow kicks out, and gets to his feet before Fission. When Fission DOES
get to his feet, Crow nearly decapitates him with a vicious
clothesline.)

JT: And just... like... THAT... Crow turns it in his favor!

(Crow goes for the pin, but Fission fights out before Crow can even pin
him. So Crow rams his knee into the small of Fission's back, he then
goes into the reverse chinlock, ala Sid Vicious. Fission fights out of
it and kicks Crow in the face, though.)

GP: Nice reversal by Fission on the rookie, Sabastian Crow!

(Fission rolls to his feet and runs off the ropes. But this time,
Crow's
ready and absolutely smashes the shit out of Fission with a
spinebuster.
Crow goes for the cover.)

GP: SPINEBUSTER BY CROW! WILL THAT BE ENOUGH!? ONE... TWO... no!!
Fission's out at two!

(Crow gets a little ticked off at the ref, holding up three fingers and
trying to make sure that it was a three count, which it was not. This
gives Fission a bit of time to recover, but Crow grabs Fission by his
hair and pulls him to his feet. He scoops up Fission onto his shoulder
and carries him to a corner. Rather than go for the Snake Eyes, Crow
points to the mat and does a running powerslam that would make Davey
Boy
Smith green with envy. Crow gets to his feet, drops and leg, and goes
for a non-chalant cover, by laying on his back on Fission.)

JT: Crow with the non-chalant cover... one... two... FISSION WITH THE
CRUCIFIX PIN REVERSAL! ONE... TWO... NO!! Crow got out of it at the
last
minute!

(Fission gets to his feet, and ducks a stampeding Crow clothesline. As
Crow turns around, Fission superkicks him... right up and over the top
rope and to the outside.)

GP: What a superkick by Fission that knocked Crow right out of the
ring!
Crow's already to his feet, though!

(Just as those words leave Parker's mouth, Fission attempts a no-hands
plancha suicida. Unfortunately, Crow catches him in midair, then runs
him right into the post.)

JT: Ah hah! Fission just got posted!

GP: Fission does NOT need to injure his back, now!

(Crow tosses Fission back into the ring and Crow tries to climb to the
top rope. Unfortunately for Crow, Fission is trying to get to his feet
using the ropes, and, of course, the vibration causes Crow to get
crotched in the corner.)

JT: Uggghhh! That's probably the only reason why I never get in the
ring.

GP: Yeah, that and the fact that the Mysterious Birdman got to Bird
Drive you.

JT: HEY! I had a good bit of offense!

GP: For all of about three nanoseconds.

JT: Bastard.

(Fission realizes that Crow's been crotched, so he climbs up there with
Crow. Fission gets a front facelock, then nails Crow with a superplex.
The impact sends Fission bouncing right into a pinning combination by
Fission.)

GP: SUPERPLEX WITH A ROLLTHROUGH INTO THE COVER! ONE... TWO... NO! Crow
kicks out at the last second!

(Fission, unrelenting, picks up Crow and grabs his arm for an Irish
whip. Fission suddenly spins around behind Crow. He lets go of Crow's
arm and spins Crow back around, kicks him in the gut, and nails him
with
a vicious DDT.)

JT: DDT! Fission caught Crow with that one!

(Fission doesn't go for the cover, but rather, signals to the crowd and
yells "DEATH PLUNGE!". This gets quite a huge pop, the kind of which
Hulk Hogan was getting back in the day.)

GP: Aww, shit! Fission's calling for the Death Plunge! He picks Crow
back up and puts his head between his legs! He gets one arm! He gets
another!

(Ah, but Crow shakes an arm loose and low blows Fission.)

JT: Ow... ow ow ow ow......

(Crow pulls Fission's legs out from under him and attempts the
Submission Deathlock.)

GP: Crow goes for the Submission Deathlock! But Fission is fighting
like
wild to get out of it!

(Fission finally twists through, sending Crow crashing to the canvas.
Fission gets to his feet and sets Crow up for his own finisher.)

JT: AHHH! FISSION IS SETTING CROW UP FOR THE SUBMISSION DEATHLOCK!

(But then, Crow shoves Fission right off of him.)

GP: Crow shoves Fission off just before he could be locked in on that
Submission Deathlock thing of his!

JT: Fission's to his feet, and he runs at Crow, and Crow gets
clotheslined up and over and Fission goes out with him!

(Fission is on the floor and is up first, and he tries to rush at Crow,
but Crow hotshots Fission into the railing. Crow throws Fission back
into the ring and then grabs a steel folding chair from the
timekeeper's
table.)

JT: Oh man, this is NOT smart!

(Crow throws it into the ring and then walks in, himself. The referee
tries to stop Crow, but Crow shoves the referee back a bit and just
walks right into a low blow from Fission. Fission, himself, picks up
the
chair and tries to slapshot Crow across the face with it, but the
referee grabs the chair from Fission in mid-swing, and as the referee
turns to put the chair out, Crow grabs the World title from Quinn
Morgan's arms and smacks Fission upside the head with it.)

GP: HEY! THAT'S NOT FAIR!

(Crow then quickly grabs the legs and twists Fission into the
Submission
Deathlock, grabbing the ropes for leverage.)

JT: CROW HAS FISSION IN IT! CROW'S GOT FISSION IN THE SUBMISSION
DEATHLOCK!

GP: FISSION TAPS! FISSION TAPS!

(The referee goes to call for the bell, but then notices that Crow's
got
a hold of the ropes.)

GP: Wait! The referee sees Crow with the ropes! The referee is ordering
Crow to release the Deathlock!

JT: Crow breaks the hold and he just LEVELS the ref with a right hand!

*ding, ding, ding*

JT: DAMMIT!

(Crow puts Fission back in the Submission Deathlock.)

GP: FISSION'S BACK IN THE SUBMISSION DEATHLOCK!

(A horde of referee come out and threaten Crow until he finally lets go
of the hold.)

Meygon: ...the winner of this match, as a result of a disqualification,
and moving on to the next round of the Spiral Tournament...
SYYYYYYPPPPPPPHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNN
FIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!

GP: Crow is PISSED!

JT: And rightfully so!

GP: We'll be back after this!

** COMMERCIAL BREAK **

GP: And we're back.

JT: And Fission's now got to face Simon Seaman for the IWO World
Title...

GP: He's still in the ring, trying to recover from that beating
Sabastian Crow just gave him. And...

(Parker is cut off as "Enjoy the Silence" by Failure starts to play
over
the PA System.)

Meygon: The following contest in the NEXT round of the Spiral Tourney
for the IWO World Title! In the ring... he is the IWO World Champion,
SYPHON FISSION!

(The crowd pops huge, again.)

Meygon: And his opponent...

(Simon Seaman comes out to a pretty good pop in his own right. He comes
out flanked by guys in Japanese Gis.)

Meygon: ...from Burbank, California... he stands six foot, three... and
weighs in at two hundred and thirty-eight pounds... he is the master of
the Silencer, a former IWO United States champion... ladies and
gentlemen... he is the CURRENT IWO Unified Champion... HE IS
SIMMMMMOOOOOOOONNNNNNN SEAAAAAAAMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!

(Seaman climbs into the ring and gestures to the crowd on the second
turnbuckle. This allows Fission to quickly get to his feet and put
Seaman in Electric Chair position.)

JT: AAHHH!!!

*ding, ding, ding*

(As soon as the bell rings, Fission falls back in an Electric Chair
suplex. He bounces right into the pinfall attempt.)

GP: Fission with the cover! One... two... NO! Seaman gets the shoulder
up!

(Seaman gets to his feet as Fission charges in on him. Seaman quickly
goes into a drop toe hold, causing Fission to come crashing down, face
first, into the bottom turnbuckle.)

JT: And Seaman takes control! What a drop toe hold!

(Fission slowly gets to his feet, now busted open.)

GP: Holy shit, Fission's bleeding now!

JT: Already?!

(Fission notices he's bleeding and steps backward, right into a Seaman
German Suplex. Seaman bridges this, pinning Fission's shoulders to the
mat.)

JT: Seaman with a German suplex! With the bridge! One... two... NO!

GP: Seaman almost had the thing!

(Seaman drops an elbow on Fission, gets up, drops another, gets up,
gestures to the crowd, then proceeds to pose.)

GP: Not smart! Not smart at all, Simon!

(Seaman goes into the cover, but Fission does an amateur-style reversal
into a pin of his own.)

GP: Fission reverses! One... two... NO! Seaman kicks out!

JT: Seaman drops a double axehandle on Fission to take him back down.

(After said double axehandle, Seaman picks up Fission again and sends
him off the ropes. Fission, the larger of the two, reverses the whip.
Seaman ducks the vicious lariat that would've probably taken his head
off, snatches the arm, spins Fission into a side headlock, runs up the
turnbuckle, and nails Fission with a tornado bulldog.)

GP: What a tornado bulldog by Simon Seaman! He goes not for the cover!
Instead, he's going to the top rope!

(Seaman points to the skies and then leaps with a frog splash. But
Fission moves right out of the way and Seaman falls straight down on
the
canvas, face first.)

GP: Miscalculation by Seaman! Maybe Fission can capitalize!

(Fission picks up Seaman and sends him off the ropes. He catches Seaman
with a belly-to-belly suplex and goes for the pin.)

GP: Fission with the cover! One... two... NO!

JT: Almost three!

(Seaman tries to get to his feet, but takes a knee from Fission.
Fission
then picks up Seaman and perches him on the top rope. Fission climbs up
there with Seaman, but Seaman shoves him off, kicks Fission away, then
nails Fission with a top rope missile dropkick.)

JT: Seaman with a graceful missile dropkick to Fission! And the
champion
is down!

GP: Seaman crawls into the cover... one... two... NO! We almost had a
new IWO World Champion!

(Seaman, frustrated, locks in a bow and arrow submission hold.)

Seaman: COME ON! GIVE IT UP!

Fission: No!

Seaman: ARGH!

(Seaman releases the old, but Fission actually lands on his feet when
he
lets go, and as soon as Seaman kips up, Fission absolutely destroys him
with a jumping lariat.)

GP: Fission just destroyed Seaman with that shot!

JT: Fission picks Seaman up... irish whip!

(Fission drops down and Seaman jumps over him. Fission next leapfrogs
over Seaman. Fission turns to Seaman and tries a backdrop, but Seaman
grabs Fission's arms, and takes him down with a Tiger Driver (not to be
confused with Tiger Driver `91, by the way.))

JT: Double arm powerbomb by Seaman! Seaman with the cover! One...
two...
NO! Fission gets the right shoulder up!

GP: That's his left.

JT: Right.

GP: No, left.

JT: Blah.

(Seaman calls for the Silencer and climbs up to the top rope. Fission
gets to his feet and Seaman leaps, but Fission runs toward the
turnbuckle. However, Seaman is agile enough to land on his feet from
the
missed Silencer. He turns around and gets greeted with a swinging
neckbreaker.)

JT: Neckbreaker by Fission! Fission takes out Seaman with that one!

GP: Seaman's in trouble!

(Fission calls for the Death Plunge, much similar to how Seaman called
for the Silence. He sets up Seaman for the Death Plunge, but Seaman
backdrops out of it. Fission, however, holds on, lands on his feet,
then
powers into a powerbomb setup.)

GP: Holy shit!

(Fission tries to drop Seaman with the powerbomb, but Seaman lands on
his feet and picks Fission up in a fireman's carry. However, Fission
fights his way out of it and shoves Seaman into the ropes. Seaman tries
a clothesline, but Fission powerslams him into New Jersey. Not
literally. No sir.)

JT: Powerslam! Into the cover... one... two... NO! Seaman kicks out,
again!

(Fission gets all frustrated and stuff and picks up Seaman for more
pain. He goes for a powerbomb, but Seaman turns it into a rana.)

GP: Seaman with a hurricanrana to counter the powerbomb! Into the
pinning combination! One... two... thr- NO! Fission reverses! One...
two... no!

(Seaman takes Fission's legs and rolls sideways, holding Fission into a
pinning combination.)

JT: Seaman rolls into one of his own! One... two... NO!

(Fission gets to his feet, but Seaman turns him around into a full
nelson. Fission is held in this hold for a couple of seconds before he
smashes Seaman with a jawbreaker. Rocked, Seaman falls back against the
ropes, and bounces back, just as Fission gets to his feet. Fission
kicks Seaman in the gut and hooks both arms.)

JT: This could be...

GP: This might be...

(And it is. The Death Plunge on Simon Seaman! Seaman's out as Fission
rolls Seaman over for the cover.)

GP: FISSION GOT THE DEATH PLUNGE AND HE'S GOING FOR THE COVER! ONE...
TWO... THREEE!!!

*ding, ding, ding*

Meygon: The winner of this match... and moving on in the Spiral
Tournament.... SYYYYPPPPHHOOOOONNNN FIIISSSSSIIIIIOOOONNNN!!!!

GP:Fans, Syphon Fission will still have to defeat two more men if he has hopes of staying World Champion. Talk about a Fighting champion!

**Commercial Break**

GP:And Fans, we're back, with Syphon Fission resting in the corner. We're not sure exactly the condition that he's in right now.

JT:It's exhausted Greg. There's no way Fission can defeat both Potright and Daze back to back. He's lucky he beat Seaman and Crow tonight...

("Hemmorage(In My Hands)" by Fuel hits the pa system as the fans rise to their feet.)

GP:And right now, Syphon Fission will have to face the man that many have called the most extreme, the most vial, the greatest challenge Fission has ever had to face in his entire career. Samuel Potright, the mad man, Lunatic Pandora... the side that brought Fission to his knees, and almost ended Potright's career!

JT:BLOOD!

Meygon:This next match, is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, the World Heavyweight Champion, Syphon Fission...(Cheers), and now entering, hailing from Salem, Massachuttes. He weighs in currently at 207 pounds, and is a former Extreme Champion, and World Tag Team Champion. Here is none other than Sam Potright.

(The lights slowly dim to a dark grey, as slowly a spotlight encaps the entranceway. Sam Potright walks out from the back, carrying on his shoulders the crucifix from Ice Age 3. Fission stares, wide-eyed, as Beth walks out, pleading with Sam to stop this.)

JT:And there's Beth, right on time.

GP:Beth is trying to talk Sam out of doing this match in what looks to be the boundaries of a crucifix match, but Potright is looking to gain the one thing that has eluded him his entire career, the World Heavyweight Championship.

(Potright begins to make his way down to the ring, and sets the crucifix up against the ring apron. Potright climbs up onto the apron, and climbs into the ring.)

*Ding, ding, ding*

GP:This won't be for the weak of heart.

(Fission immediatly goes at Potright with a lariot, but Potright ducks, and backs Fission into the ropes. Fission bounces off, back facing Potright, and recieves a swift kick to the back of his head.)

JT:Dear god! Fission's head just got rocked by Potright!

(Potright grabs Fission and picks him back up off the mat, and nails him with a couple of swift elbow shots. He sends Fission off the ropes, as Potright ducks his head. Fission sees it, and immediatly stops in his tracks.)

GP:HE'S GOING TO NAIL THE DEATH PLUNGE!

(Fission hooks him in the pedigree fashion, but Potright, being the fresh man, arches his back up, picking Fission off the mat, and nails a verterbreaker type move on Fission.)

JT:Dear god! Fission's neck just hit that mat, and hard!

GP:Fission had a tough time beating Potright when he was fresh, imagine what it's like in there after wrestling two matches, and knowing your opponent hasn't wrestled any.

(Potright gets back to his feet, and reaches out of the ring. He begins to pull the crucifix back into the ring, and sets it into the corner. Slowly, Fission climbs to his knees, and delievers a swift low blow to Potright.)

JT:Fission's fighting low, you can see that he's got to be tired.

(Fission nails a huge ddt on Potright, and then looks over to the corner. He goes to make sure the cross.. I mean... ah screw it, the cross is stable. Fission turns his attention back to Potright, as Potright leaps with a huge standing dropkick. Potright back to his feet, as he grabs Fission back off the mat. Potright goes to whip Fission in the corner, but Fission reverses it, only for Potright to reverse it again, and send Fission into the opposite corner of the cross.)

GP:Potright is charging up a head of steam!

(Potright charges, and leaps in a splash type move, but Fission ducks out of the way at pratically the last second. Potright eats the turnbuckle hard, and begins to wobble around, as Fission hooks him from behind in a full nelson, and takes him over in a suplex type fashion, releasing before Potright hit the mat.)

JT:Jeez! What a suplex variation by Fission!

(Fission grabs Potright up off the mat, and sends him flying into the corner of the cross. Potright does a sandmanesq dive, landing back first on the perched up cross, as he falls back down to the mat.)

GP:Fission and Potright will pull out all of the stops to destroy one another, and being that this was turned into a crucifix style match, I'm guessing that this thing won't stay in the ring.

(Fission slowly walks over to Potright, trying to regain his air, as he sends Potright off the ropes. Fission ducks his head, and goes for a back body drop, but goes to fast, causing Potright to land on his feet. Potright immediatly reaches over his head and hits a huge neckbreaker.)

GP:Potright taking Fission down hard with that neckbreaker...

(Potright slowly gets to his feet, as he brings Fission up as well with him. Potright catches Fission with a couple of swift right hands, as Fission battles back as well. Fission catches Potright square in the jaw, sending Potright into the ropes, as Fission comes flying in, nailing a clothesline which takes both men over the top, and down to the outside below.)

GP:And we've just spilled into Hardcore county...

JT:BLOOD!

(Fission and Potright are both slowly getting to their feet, as Potright catches a recooperating Fission with a swift right hand. Potright grabs Fission by his shoulder, and throws him right into the hard cold metallic staircase leading up to the ring.)

GP:And Fission may have just seperated his shoulder, as Potright begins to look underneath the mat...

(Potright pulls out a ladder, resembling the one from earlier in the day used by Ben Archer and Adam Wars in the Pizza Coupon Ladder Match.)

GP:May I remind you that we do NOT have to go to another commercial Break, we have used up all our breaks, and this will definitly be a rememberable contest!

(Potright grabs the ladder horizontally, and begins to charge towards Fission, who's been proped up in the corner. Fission ducks out of the way, as Potright hits the steps hard with that ladder, causing his hands to begin to throb in pain. Fission immediatly grabs Potright, who was rather stunned by the impact from the ladder to the stairs, and drop toe holds him right down onto his very own ladder.)

JT:Wicked! Potright's head just bounced off that ladder..

(Fission grabs Potright back up off of the ladder, and tosses him into the ring. Fission begins to pull out the ladder, and sets it up on the outside. Fission drops the locks, as he slides into the ring as well.)

GP:Potright is still trying to regain from that drop toe hold, and Fission seems to be having his second wind right about here.

JT:More like he's fifth Parker...

(Fission immediatly goes to work, and kicks Potright in the hip area. Fission grabs Potright's right leg, and begins to hammer it with boot shots to the inner thigh and calf area. Fission begins to lock Potright into a spinning toe hold.)

GP:And now Fission is working on that spinning toe hold, trying to wear down Potright to Fission's level, and then it will be much easier for Fission to work.

(Fission releases the hold, and immediatly drops an elbow across the jaw. Fission goes to work, and locks in a dragon sleeper, but Potright is trying wriggle free. Potright begins to use the ropes, actually climbing up the ropes with his feet for leverage. Fission, seeing this, decides to drop Potright in a diving inverted ddt fashion.)

JT:Potright's head bounces off the mat with fierce velocity.

(Fission grabs Potright back off the mat, and picks him up above his head. Fission slowly begins to go to powerbomb Potright onto the cross, but Potright wriggles free, and falls behind Fission. Potright catches Fission with a shot to the back, and then rolls over, and nails Fission with War Within a Breath onto the Cross.)

GP:DEAR GOD! FISSION JUST HIT THAT CROSS HARD!

JT:It could be broken Parker, it could be Parker!

(We fade in, as we see none other than Fission bleeding from the forehead. Potright is bleeding from his back, but very unnoticeable. Potright is slowly getting to his feet, because he landed on that cross at a weird angle when he drove Fission into it.)

GP:Potright slow to get up...

(Fission nails Potright with a huge low blow, which doubles Potright over. Fission slowly gets to his feet, and locks Potright into, and nails the Death Plunge onto the cross.)

GP:Dear god! that cross! I'm surprised it's still standing! It must be a redwood!

(Fission rolls Potright over, and goes for a cover. Potright is shown bleed from the splinters of the wood, as Fission realizes what he must do. Fission grabs the cross, and perches it back up into the corner moreso.)

GP:Fission is looking to lock Potright into that cross...

(Fission decides that it's best if he puts the cross on the outside of the ring, and does so. He sets it up against the ring apron. Potright climbs to his feet, and sends Fission flying over the top rope with a huge clothesline. Fission didn't even see it coming.)

GP:Fission is down on the outside, he's tired as hell, and Potright is climbing up top,he's climbing onto the ladder! HE'S FIFTEEN FEET HIGH!... HE'S GOING TO LEAP!

(Potright leaps, and does a Crucifix style Shooting star press.)

GP:DEAR GOD! CHRIST AIR! CHRIST AIR ON SYPHON FISSION! FISSION IS OUT! POTRIGHT GRABS FISSION, AND HE'S LOCKING HIM IN THE CROSS! DEAR GOD! FISSION IS IN THE CROSS! HE'S IN!

*Ding, ding, ding*

Meygon:Your winner, and NEW World Heavyweight Champion... Samuel... POTRIGHT!

GP:POTRIGHT'S DONE IT! POTRIGHT'S THE WORLD CHAMPION! A BEATEN AND BLOODY SAM POTRIGHT HAS BECOME THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

(Potright slides into the ring, and grasps the World title in his hands. And with that, "Your Disease" by Saliva kicks in. The crowd pops for the man coming down the entryway.)

Meygon: Ladies and gentlemen... THIS is the finals of the Spiral
Tournament for the IWO World Title! In the ring, the current IWO World
Champion.... Samuel Potright! ...and his opponent.... from Port Saint
Lucie, Florida... weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds...
he is a former IWO Extreme, Pacific, and United States champion... he
is the master of Dazed and Confused and he is accompanied to the ring this
evening by Joey Legion and Matt Senate... ladies and gentlemen, he is
DOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE
DAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZEEEEEEEEE!!!!

JT:THIS COULD BE THE SHORTEST REIGN SINCE HIGH FLYER!

(Daze enters the ring and Potright charges at him, and they start
exchanging rights and lefts.)

*ding, ding, ding*

GP: And both men start wailing away at each other, right away!

(They both tumble out of the ring and continue brawling. Daze finally
ducks a right hand and shoves Potright into the post.)

JT: Potright's been posted!

(Daze throws Potright back into the ring and stands on the apron. He
waits for Potright to get up. Potright gets up with his back turned to
Daze, and Daze leaps up, springs off the top rope, and dropkicks
Potright right out of the ring.)

GP: What a springboard dropkick by Daze!

(Potright tries to get to his feet, and does, but not before he meets a
springboard shooting stars plancha from Daze.)

JT: Holy shit! Daze is fucking NUTS tonight!

(Daze picks up Potright and throws him back into the ring. Daze slides
in soon thereafter and goes for the pin off of that.)

GP: Daze goes for the cover! One... two... NO!

(Daze, of course, can't believe it. He picks up Potright and climbs to
the second rope with him. He goes for a tornado DDT, but Potright
shoves him off. Seizing the moment, Potright runs at the recovering Daze and
dropkicks him in the face. Stiffly.)

GP: OUCH. What a dropkick.

(Potright slowly gets to his feet, his face a crimson mass. He picks
Daze up and sends him off the ropes. Daze ducks the clothesline but
does
NOT duck the spinning wheel kick.)

JT: A spinning wheel kick from Potright turns this around!

(Potright slides into the pinning combination.)

GP: Potright with the cover! One... two... NO!

(Potright gets all frustrated and stuff, but he picks up Daze again and
shoves him into the corner. Potright takes a step back and nails a
somersault kick to Daze. Daze, still in the corner, then takes a
charging elbow by Potright. Potright then puts Daze on the top rope.)

GP: Man, Potright's vicious! I think it's the blood!

(Potright climbs up there with Daze and tries for a top rope
hurricanrana, but Daze holds on to the top rope and Potright just sort
of collapses on the ground. Taking the opportunity, Daze climbs up to
the top rope and signals to the crowd. He leaps with a firebird splash,
but Potright rolls out of the way at the last possible second.)

GP: Aaahhhh! Daze misses a 450!

(Potright gets to his feet and picks up the prone Daze. He scoops him
up and then sits down with a slam. The Michinoku Driver. Potright holds on
for the cover.)

JT: Michinoku Driver by Potright with the cover! One... two... thr- NO!
Potright ALMOST had him there!

GP: How'd he kick out?

(Potright gets annoyed and scoop slams Daze. He then climbs to the top
rope and leaps off with a swanton bomb. Unfortunately for him, Daze
moves out of the way before Potright hands. Daze slowly gets to his
feet, as does Potright.)

JT: What a miscalculation by Samuel Potright!

(Potright and Daze get to their feet. Potright tries a right hand, but
Daze blocks and delivers one of his own. Daze sends Potright into the
ropes and catches him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He goes for the
cover.)

GP: Cover! One... two... NO!

(Daze scoop slams Potright and goes up top. He again signals to the
crowd and then leaps off with a Lo-Down-style frog splash to Potright.)

JT: DAZE BLAZE! THE FROG SPLASH! HE COVERS! ONE... TWO... THR-NO!

GP: Daze can't believe that only got two!

(Daze picks up Potright again and hooks up Potright and nails him with
a fisherman's suplex. With a bridge.)

JT: Fisherman's suplex by Daze! He's got him! One... two... NO!
Potright's up at two!

(Daze gets frustrated, now, and it shows. Daze runs off the ropes, but
Potright catches him with a superkick. Potright goes for the cover from
that.)

GP: Superkick and a cover! One... two... thr-NO!

(Potright picks up Daze and goes for a powerbomb. However, Daze slips
out behind Potright. He spins Potright around and picks him up for
Further Paralysis, the Cradle DDT. But Potright starts punching at
Daze's midsection, causing Daze to drop Potright long enough for
Potright to get a northern lights suplex.)

JT: NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX BY POTRIGHT! WITH THE BRIDGE! ONE... TWO...
NO! Daze got his shoulder up!

(Potright grabs Daze, and he nails War Within a Breath, his Implant DDT.
Suddenly, the HIT appears on the video screen. He has Beth Potright
tied to a chair, and next to the chair on a desk are his barbed wire
protractor, a knife, and a small glass. The Trapezoid grins, looking into the camera,
as if looking at Sam himself.>

HIT: Ah, Sam Potright. Did you miss me?

(Potright turns his attention to the video monitor, as he see HIT holding Beth.)

Beth Potright: LET ME GO YOU STUPID SHAPE!

HIT: I am afraid I cannot. I have some accounts that need settling with
you, Mrs. Potright.



Beth Potright: What do you mean?

GP: That's a damn good question! What the hell could the HardCore
Isosceles Trapezoid have against Sam's wife?

HIT: If you remember, back at Desperate Measures, I recited a rather
long list of the injuries I suffered in that match at Fear the Darkness
2000. Second degree burns, fractures, many other things. It's not like Sam
was the only one who inflicted that damage on me. Remember the pith helmet to
the back of the head? Or the TANK? Your husband may have done the lion's
share of the damage, but you got your licks in too. Do you have ANY IDEA of the
hell that I went through? Of course you don't. But now you will.........now
you will..

Nikki: What the hell does he mean?

slowly advances towards the tied up Beth.>

GP: My God.....he wouldn't....

protractor wrapped in barbed wire. Small wounds open up on her head, and the tips
of the wire are lightly coated with her blood.>

GP: WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD IS WRONG WITH HIM?!

JT: HE SHOULD HAVE SWUNG HARDER! SHE DAMN NEAR TOOK HIS LIVLIHOOD FROM
HIM! IT WAS HER DECISION TO GET INVOLVED! Don't give me none of this "She's
just a woman!" BULLSHIT!

GP: BUT HE DOESN"T HAVE TO SPILL HER BLOOD DAMNIT! SAMUEL POTRIGHT IS
ABSOLUTELY IRATE!

Sam Potright: What the FUCK is your problem you son of a bitch?!?!?!?!?
Your issue is with ME!

HIT: She got involved. Therefore she pays. I'm not done yet. Not by a
long shot.

swings it in a wide arc, slashing across Beth's forehead and cheek. The cut is
deep, as blood begins pouring from the open wound.>

Nikki: THIS IS ABSOLUTELY SICKENING!!! WHY HIT WHY?

JT: ONLY HIT KNOWS WHY!!! AHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!



HIT: Ahh....Sam, I propose a toast....



HIT: To our relationship, rocky as it may be..

back to the camera.>

JT:..............That was too much. That's a step too far. He drank the
woman's BLOOD. You don't do that...

Freeing herself, she attempts to run, but the HIT grabs her knife arm
in a chickenwing, forcing her to drop the weapon. His other hand comes up
and catches her in a half nelson.>

HIT: This is a little something I developed in my time off. I call it
the Extraneous Solution. As you can see, I can very easily put pressure on
the lady's neck and shoulder if I want. Now, Sam, if you're a good little
boy and meet my demands, I won't tear sweet little Beth's shoulder out of its
socket.

GP: Potright's boxed in! He has no choice but to listen!

Sam Potright: What the hell do you want?

HIT: First off.......Tom........wherever the hell you are......I want
Joey Malone next week on Takeover. If he has it, his gold on the line. No
questions asked. I'll leave him to take care of that. And.....as for
what I want from you.....

Sam Potright: Yes?

HIT: You and me.........one more time.

Sam Potright: You want a match? You damn sure hav--

HIT: Not just any match....a four out of seven falls match......the
third installment of the most dangerous match in the IWO.......I want you in
Trick or Treat III.

Beth Potright: SAM! DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED TO
YOU LAST TIME YOU FOUGHT IN ONE!

Sam Potright: I have no choice. I accept..........but under one
condition. If you lose....you have to give up what is most dear to you....you must
agree never to return to wrestling....and also never to teach again......for
the rest of your miserable life.

HIT: I accept.........under the condition that you do the same.

Sam Potright: You want me to put my career up?

HIT: No.......that is not what is most important to you. If I win this
match.......if I conquer you once again.....you must divorce your
wife....and sign papers that state if you ever come with in 300 feet of her ever
again, you will be instantly committed to a mental institution for the rest of
your life. That is what I want from you Samuel Potright...

Samuel Potright: I ACCEPT! NOW LET MY WIFE GO!



HIT: Before TOT III, I shall return your wife to you..after all, after
Trick or Treat III, you won't be seeing much of her again.....



GP:Dear god! Potright's head is NOT in this match right now!

(Daze, who was watching this all transpire behind Potright, turns Potright around, and hooks him up. He goes to hit Potright with Further Paralysis, but Potright wriggles out of it, and takes out Daze's legs. He locks Daze into the Wall Breaker.)

GP:WALL BREAKER! WALL BREAKER IS LOCKED IN ON DONNIE DAZE! DEAR GOD!

(The camera fades out to a wide view, as we see Daze locked in the Wall Breaker. We see Fission on the corner side of the ring, still tied up to the crucifix, as all of a sudden, Sabastian Crow comes out of the crowd, and implants a chair right across his face, sending him into a limp position.)

GP:DEAR GOD! FISSION IS KNOCKED OUT! AND DAZE MAY BE THE SAME! THE REFEREE GRABS HIS HAND! IT FALLS ONCE! AND AGAIN! AND ONCE MORE IT FALLS! POTRIGHT... HE MAY!...

JT:IT FALLS!

*Ding, ding, ding*

Meygon:Your winner, and... STILL... IWO World Heavyweight Champion... Samuel Potright!

(Potright immediatly slides out of the ring, grabs the title, and slowly limps his way up the rampway, looking for Beth.)

GP:FANS! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT A NIGHT IT'S BEEN! FOR GREG PARKER, I'M JT... I MEAN, I'M GREG PARKER FOR JT... GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY!

**Fade out**

**Fade In???**

JT: What the...

(The tron fires up and the Suicide Kings are jogging out of the arena. Kamie
is close behind them. Suddenly the Kings reach a vehicle and start to get
in... but stop as the see Kamie stopped some ways back.)

Jeff: COME ONE KAMIE! WE GOTTA GO BEFORE CGI CATCHES US!

Ryan: Yeah man!

Kamie: I feel something... he's near...

Ryan: Wha--?

Kamie: Go... get out of here guys... I'll be along shortly.

Jeff: Dude quit playing...

Kamie: NOW!

(The Kings stand there for a second then shrug and leave. Suddenly from
behind some boxes steps Jamie Kosoy.)

Jamie: Ah... Kamie. My senses serve me well.

Kamie: Hello Jamie... we meet once more.

Jamie: Alas we do.

Kamie: Still stealing ideas? Or did you stop when you stole the IWO from me.

Jamie: Aww... poor Kamie. Are you still living your life to that. Don't be a
sour apple.

Kamie: That's easy for you to say.

Jamie: Yeah... yeah it is.

Kamie: Well it all ends here.

Jamie: Oh it does, does it?

(Kamie pulls out an object and presses a button. A blue beam shoots out. It's
a lightsaber.)

Kamie: Oh yes.

(Jamie pulls one out as well. It's is blue.)

Jamie: Let's do this.

(The two begin exchaning blows with the sabers. Loud crackling sounds escape
as the two clash them together battling like madmen. Kamie takes a high
swing, Jamie ducks and almost slices Kamie in half. They continue to battle
when suddenly, Kamie takes a tremendous swing and knocks Jamie's lightsaber
completely from his hands. Quickly as Kamie rares back for another, Jamie
falls to his knees with his hands in the air.)

Jamie: Please... Kamie no! I'll do anything cous... I'll confess it to the
world... the IWO is yours. You can have it. I will give you anything...JUST
DON'T KILL ME.

(Jamie begins to sniffle as he buries his head in his hands. Kamie... huffing
and puffing... lowers his saber slightly.)

Kamie: You know... heh... you never worth all these years of anguish... you
just not worth it.

(Kamie turns around to walk off and the camera shows Jamie look up and smile
wickedly. Before Kamie has any chance to react, Jamie yanks out a secret
hidden lightsaber and baseball swings it towards Kamie... a few seconds
pass... Kamie's eye are big and he's gasping. Suddenly, his upper body
seperates from his lower part as Jamie stands to his feet and looks down.)

Jamie: Neither were you.... neither were you...

(The scene fades as the IWO goes off the air.)