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"Only One" by Slipknot...

We see a faded image of the one illustrious President
Jamie Kosoy, standing firm with a vice grip on the
company he so loves. The image has become tattered,
raped, scorn, and burnt to sinders, as the image now
filling the screen is of President Kosoy inside his
locker room, playing Mario Party with board members
Evan Levine and John Maples. He seems more destined to
get stars than running this fine, once high
profile,well respected federation.

"Score! Another star stolen from YOU Evan!" screamed
Kosoy in joy. It was a sight only seen inside the
walls of this office while playing Mario Party.

"Oh, you mean like how I stole your company nine
months ago Kosoy?" stated an iritated Levine. You
could tell he was going for a cheap low blow shot with
the comment stated. Before Kosoy replied, into the
room walked former President/Vice
President/Commish/bitch boy Thomas Ford, wearing
ragged torn clothes, much like the picture shown of
Kosoy. He seems to have hit bad times.

"Hey Kosoy, could I have my job back?" Ford stated in
a tone that was sort of indignent. It wasn't exactly
powerful, because the weeks have made him weak with
hunger.

"Oh yes! Another mini-game battle! Eat my dirt Little
Bitch John!" Screamed Kosoy. John Maples replied by
simply giving a frown to the camera.

"Kosey(Pronouncing it incorrectly), you do know that
Kent Anthason is World Champion, right?" Ford stated,
pausing afterwards for a reacion, yet recieving none.
"You do realize that Hindu armies have invanded North
American and have taken capture of both Syphon Fission
and Joey Malone for government testing, correct?"
Again, no response. "What about the Evil Clowns from
the Moon of Endor. They're circling the front row
shooting fans with ray guns.That can't be good for
business."

"Evil Clowns. There are no evil clowns in Mario Party.
What type of crack pipe are you smoking" replied Evan,
who seemed to be the least entranced of the three.
John Maples seemed to be just hitting buttons on
occassion, whenever he feeled like it, as Jamie
complained of hand cramps. Ford just stood there
shaking his head.

"(Censored) this. If you aren't getting off your lazy
asses and doing something, I'll do it myself..."

With this, Ford left the front office, slamming the
door behind him...

Slowly fading out from the oak door we fade into an
image of gray...

GP: HEY, WAIT! MALONE GRABBED KERI BEFORE SHE FELL!
SHE'S HANGING OVER THE EDGE!

Shallow: Malone just saved Keri Lindum's LIFE right
there! But he can't pull her up! Anthason's pulling
the ladder back up!

Joey Malone: Don't fall on me now!

(All Keri can do is scream in fear at this point. She
uses her other hand to grab Joey's hand.)

GP: Anthason is climbing up the ladder, but Malone
doesn't even care at this point! He's trying to save
his girlfriend!

JT: Anthason's almost there! Malone is just now
pulling Keri back up with all of the strength he can
muster! Anthason... ANTHASON HAS THE TITLE! MY GOD!
ANTHASON GRABBED THE TITLE JUST AS IT TEETERS OVER!
IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER!

(The crowd gives an earth-shattering pop that nearly
sends the roof of the MCI Center into the Atlantic
Ocean.)

*ding, ding, ding*

Shallow: NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION! KENT ANTHASON IS
THE NEW IWO WORLD CHAMPION!!

Meygon: Ladies and gentlemen... at a time of two hours
and fourty-three minutes... the winner of this
match... and NEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW INTERNET WRESTLING
ORGANIZATION WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...
KEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTT
ANNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSOOOOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!

(An image of Kent Anthason holding the World title
cracked into pieces, as we faded into the sold out
Charlotte Coliseum in North Carolina. Fans are
screaming and cheering as pyro shoots out, along with
the familar tunes of "Bleed American" by Jimmy Eat
World erupting from the PA system. Slowly panning
around the arena, we eventually rest on the announce
booth, having familar commentators Greg Parker, JT,
and Shallow, standing there, ready for action.)

GP:FANS! WELCOME TO HOSTILE TAKEOVER!

JT:Are you sure this isn't Meltdown?

GP:Shut up JT. We don't need you to make fun of the
IWO now. Fans, we've got one hell of a card for you
tonight, including matches for the World Heavyweight
title, and what seems to be Sam Potright's final
match, Potright and Fission battle for one more final
time, inside the "To the Ends of the Earth" matchup.
Boy that is going to be a classic.

Shallow:And that match in itself is dedicated to the
memory of Beth Potright, a women that we miss dearly,
and a tragedy way before it's time....

GP:We only wish that the world would no longer face
the tragedy's of people like Beth People, people like
DPS Man(Also Known as Bob). It's a sad affair inside
the walls of the Inernet Wrestling Organization...

(The scene slowly opens up backstage, as we see Multi
Colored Mofo holding the Television championship in
his hands. He seems to be looking into it for his
reflection. He then puts it down when Harold Hash
walks into the room, grabbing a bag over in the
corner.)

Hash:You know, that television title was all Hash's
until, like, I lost.

(Mofo doesn't respond. He seems to be just intrested
in the championship belt he's just recently acquired.)

Hash:HEY! Are you listening me! I said that you were
lucky that had skill to win!

(Mofo once again doesn't respond. Hash gets
considerably upset, and storms out of the locker room
area.)

Mofo:Tasty...

(Mofo polishes the belt once more, as we slowly fade
out into another locker room. We see an image of Ken
War, pounding his own head with his fists in order to
get ready for his match. Then, he looks over to the
side, and slams his head down into a side wall,
breaking through it with ease, since the wall is
simply dry wall.
Commercial Break

GP: And we're back.

JT: ....Um, DAMMIT! I can't think of some sarcastic thing to say in response to that!
Gah, damnit!

Shallow: Uh, yeah...

GP: Ken War's back. Again.

JT: Didn't he lose his head?

GP: I don't remember. All these years, I've seen everyone from Era Of Our Kind to Rob
Kestler behead people, so I've probably forgotten that Ken War's even lost his head.

Shallow: Right. So, um, uh... let's go to the ring for our match...

*ding, ding, ding*

Meygon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall...

(Some random music plays as Ken War comes down the aisle, getting cheered by all of the
rednecks in attendance. He heads to the ring.)

Meygon: First... from Los Angeles, California... he weighs in at two hundred and
seventy-five pounds... he is a former IWO World, North American, Extreme, Pacific,
United States, and Television champion... he is the master of... um... er...
SOMETHING... ladies and gentlemen... he is KENNNNNNNNNN WAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!

(War makes his way into the ring. He awaits his opponent.)

GP: Man, just look at this man! You can hardly tell that he died in the ring one time!

JT: Yes.

(War's music, whatever it is, stops playing, and then "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC begins
playing as Scott Styles comes to the ring.)

Meygon: And his opponent... he is from Death Valley, California... he weighs in at two
hundred and sixty-eight pounds... he is the master of the Lights Out and the Styles
Crossface... ladies and gentlemen... he is SCOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
STTYYYYYLLLLEEEEEESSSSS!!!

(Styles enters the ring.)

Shallow: Um, yeah... this is a NORMAL CONTEST. Oh boy, that's going to throw War for a
loop.

JT: The guy's got an IQ of about twelve, anyway.

*ding, ding, ding*

GP: And Ken War goes to work on Scott Styles with right hands! And more right hands!
And more right hands! And... GOD DAMMIT, WAR! DO YOU KNOW ANY OTHER MOVES?!?

JT: Um... er... uh... ummm.... no?

Shallow: War runs off the ropes for a running right hand, but Styles catches him coming
in with a lariat!

GP: War gets to his feet again and... GOD DAMMIT! STOP WITH THE RIGHT HANDS! DO
SOMETHING OTHER THAN RIGHT HANDS! PLEASE! DO A LEFT HAND! THAT'LL AT LEAST MAKE ME
HAPPY!

JT: Jesus CHRIST, Greg. Stop getting anal.

GP: Sowwy. :-(

Shallow: OH MY GOD!

GP: OH MY GOD IS RIGHT! KEN WAR ACTUALLY THREW A KICK! YES!

Shallow: No, I was staring at this chick who just flashed me right there! It was
awesome! Woohoo! I'm in heaven!

JT: WHAT?!?!? Dammit! I always miss out!

GP: Um, we have a match, guys...

JT: Greg, let's face it. You're gay.

GP: Nikki gives me more head than you get slapped, JT.

JT: ..............DAMMIT!

GP: Styles blocks a right hand! Jawbreaker to War! Now Styles is calling for the Lights
Out, but War PUNCHES HIS WAY OUT! And now he delivers... ANOTHER PUNCH! GOD DAMMIT,
WAR!

Shallow: Uh oh... Greg is pissed...

JT: I think he's too used calling Samuel Potright matches...

GP: Growl.

JT: Styles with a double leg takedown to War! He goes for the Styles Crossface, but
War... um... punches him in the face.

GP: ARRRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!

(Greg Parker suddenly spazzes out. He gets out of his chair, runs around in circles
around the announce table, sits back down, and then he passes out.)

JT: I think this match has gotten to Greggy Boy.

Shallow: Agreed.

JT: Styles recovers and picks up War... and he drops him with a scoop slam, followed by
an elbow drop!

Shallow: Now Styles is going to finish War off! He hooks him up for the Lights Out
again, but Styles gets shoved off by War... THE REFEREE TAKES A SPILL TO THE OUTSIDE,
AND... HOLY SHIT! WAR CATCHES STYLES WITH A POWERSLAM!

(Parker suddenly wakes up.)

GP: WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE, WHY, HOW?!?!?

JT: Um, nothing.

GP: Now War's going up to the top rope, but... wait... WHO THE HELL?!? SOMEBODY JUST
CROTCHED WAR ONTO THE TOP ROPE!

Shallow: CHRIS ANTHONY!?

GP: What the HELL is Chris Anthony doing here?!

JT: I don't know, but he grabs Ken War up on that top rope! HOLY CRAP! CA DEATH
DRIVER(Top rope inverted Splash Mountain)! KEN WAR IS DOWN AND OUT!

GP: Anthony slides outside as the referee is recovering... Styles goes for the cover on
War! ONE... TWO... THREE!!!

*ding, ding, ding*

Meygon: Your winner...... SCOTT STYLES!

(Chris Anthony slides back into the ring, picks up War, sets him up on the top rope
again, and lays out War with ANOTHER CA Death Driver.)

GP: Why is he out here!? I thought he was gone!

JT: Anthony grabs a microphone...

(And starts to speak.)

Chris Anthony: I cannot believe what I am seeing. Look at this disgusting display of
inhumanity. You know, I almost thought we'd seen the end of days like this. I thought
we had seen the day when the IWO could present wrestling, not some carnival vampire
freak show. But no, Ken War had to come back. He had to invade the world's television
screens again. When I got word that you were coming back, Ken, I hopped the first
flight to this shithole because I knew that you would commit some unspeakble act of
violence, and I would not stand by and watch. No, I shall decry the evils of this and
furthermore, I am going to drive you out of here permanently, Ken Doll, and make the
IWO safe for wrestling.

(Anthony drops the microphone and leaves to boos.)

GP: I can't believe that Chris Anthony is back!

GP: Chris Anthony has returned!! We’ll be back after this commercial bre-

JT: What! What the fuck is that?

(JT points to a tall dark figure standing in the entrance way. The figure is
starting down one of the men in the ring intensely, and is wielding a wooden
rod about 4 feet long. )

GP: Who the hell is that?

JT: I don’t know, but neither Ken War or Scott Styles seems to be aware of
his presence.

( Ken War rolls out of the ring still unaware of the man hiding under the
shadows of the entrance way, and this is when he chooses to attack. As he
runs into the light, with his wooden rod in hand we see the arena lights
glaring off his silver Jason mask. )

GP: IT’S NUKE!! HE’S HEADED RIGHT FOR KEN WAR!! HE GIVES WAR A SHOT TO THE
BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE THAT STICK THINGY IN HIS HAND, WAR GOES DOWN!! BUT
NUKE CONTINUES THE ASSAULT, BATTERING KEN WAR WITH HIS WOODEN ROD!! WAR IS
BUSTED OPEN.

JT: Wait! War’s fighting back! Ken War with a elbow to Nuke’s gut! War
grapples him...HE’S GOING FOR THE PSYCHO DRIVER! BUT NUKE HITS HIM WITH A
LOW BLOW!!! NUKE SPINS HIM AROUND....FALL OUT!! NUKE JUST GAVE KEN WAR THE
FALL OUT!!

GP: War’s out cold. And Nuke just stares at him. Nuke picks up his weapon
and leaves the arena.

( “Till Hell Freezes Over” by D12 hits the PA system as Nuke back pedals out
of the entrance way seeming pleases with what he was done. )

GP: Wow, Nuke just laid Ken War out. What was he thinking?

JT: Yeah! War’s like the most Extreme Son of a bitch the IWO ever seen, all
Nuke has to show for him is that Unified Title. And he might not even defend
against Simon Seaman latter on tonight. Nuke’s way over his head.

GP: Maybe, but he did beat other IWO legends before. Maybe he does know what
he’s doing.

JT: Suuuure.

Commercial Break

GP: It looks like Ken War’s recent return has spawned all sorts of attention. Chris Anthony makes his shocking redebut to challenge Ken War…

JT: …for the trillionth time…

GP: …and then Nuke out of nowhere tears War up.

Shallow: It all gives me a headache.

GP: As does this news, folks…Capital Punishment has backed out of his match against the Deadly Sins…meaning that the match has been cancelled!!

JT: Is that even allowed?!

Shallow: The way the Board runs things around here…the only way anything will get accomplished is if someone steals their damn video game systems.

(The scene cuts backstage to John pulling Jamie’s controller out of his hand as they play Mario Party, then Jamie choking John in response.)

GP: Pathetic.

(Simon Seaman's Music plays.)

Meygon: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the IWO
Unified Championship. Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles,
California, Simon Seaman!

(Seaman heads to the ring from backstage, the crowd loves the man, and a few
friendly 'high-fives' on the way down the ramp doesn't do anything to
tarnish his reputation.)

(' Till Hell Freezes Over ' by D12 plays. Nuke heads from backstage with the
title over his shoulder.)

Meygon: And his opponent, hailing from Long Island, New York, weighing in at
240 pounds, he is the IWO Unified Champion, Nuke!

(Nuke is all business as he heads to the ring. A spit and a snort complete
the repitiore.)

GP: And we're getting underway here with a...

('Because we Can' by Fatboy Slim plays, the camera quickly cuts to the top
of the ramp, and dressed in full black is...)

Shallow: Ben O'Connor is heading our way folks! Goodness knows what he
wants, but this sure as hell is going to be good.

(Instead of climbing into the ring, O'Connor heads around the side and grabs
a chair. He places it behind the announcers table and grabs a headset.
O'Connor's and Seaman's eyes never loose their lock whilst this takes
place.)

GP: We're now being joined by Simon Seaman's opponent for Heatstroke, Ben
O'Connor, Ben, can you give us a rundown on why your out here?

Ben: Parker.

GP: Yes?

Ben: You suck.

***DING, DING, DING***

JT: And this match is underway, Straight into a low kick from Nuke! Seaman
is a little winded, but he's consious. Nuke quickly goes into a reverse
sleeper! And Shallow, it looks like he's wanting to end this match early!

Shallow: Indeed it does, but Seaman is still strong. And he manages to break
free with a elbow shot to the wrist.

GP: I'll just remind everyone that we have Ben O'Connor here at ringside
joining us, and Ben, how is this match going to impact the Heatstroke card,
coming up later in the month.

Ben: Parker, you really are an idiot, can one of you other's please ask that
question?

Shallow: I will - Ben, how is this match going to affect Heatstroke?

Ben: Shallow, old chap, you're an idiot as well, but I'll answer the
question. Seaman is taking on the Unified Champion tonight. Now, the Unified
Championship is a combination of the United States and the Pacific
Championships. Two titles, for the price of one. If Seaman beats this man
tonight, it's going to show he's got what it takes to take me on, it's going
to show, he might just be one step above the second rate wrestler that he
shows us all that he is. You see, there's already a Number One...that's me.
Everyone else is just vying for second place.

JT: Well, this match is warming up nicely now, and Nuke goes for a nice Body
Slam onto the challanger.

GP: Nuke coming off the ropes, Seaman under him with a pancake press, Seaman
is up, Nuke is coming full pelt! Slam! Double Clothesline! Unbeliveable!

Shallow: Both men down, and the referee, utilising a 10-Count.

(..1)

Ben: It's unfortunate that we're subjected to such an abominable
confrontation. Bang! Seaman can cover Nuke, Bang! Nuke can cover Seaman,
they both have the energy, they're both just too Stupid and Ignorant to even
think about it.

(..2)

JT: Well, some might disagree with you, Ben. A Double Clothesline would
certaintly take it out of both of them.

(..3)

GP: I'd disagree.

Ben: Shut up, Parker.

Shallow: Nuke showing a bit of movement, he's looking to throw an arm over
Seaman! One! Two! And Seaman get's a shoulder up! So close, so very very
close!

JT: Nuke lifting Seaman up, he throws him to the ropes, Seaman ducks a
clothesline! But can't duck the boot heading his way! Whammo! Right in the
kisser! But Nukes not finished! Woah! A nice DDT by IWO Unified Champion,
Nuke.

GP: Nuke looking for a lateral press. There's a one, there's a two, and
another kickout by Seaman. Simon here, still with some energy, and he
manages to plant a right hand to the jaw of Nuke on his way up.

Shallow: Simon Seaman looking rather shakey, but stable for what he's just
endured. Seaman coming off the ropes, and Nuke takes a shoulder block from
Seaman. And... what the hell? O'Connor, where are you going?

JT: Ben O'Connor has had enough commentary for this match, and he's going to
ringside to check out the action for himself. Seaman is going for a pin,
One! Two! And there goes the Ref! Ben O'Connor pulling the Referee straight
out of the ring. The two arguing, and Nuke hit's a low blow on Seaman!
Seaman is in pain! Seaman is in pain! He doubles over!

GP: The ref getting back into the ring now and Nuke's going for a pin. ONE,
TWO, WHAT THE HELL?! O'Connor just pulled Nuke off Seaman, O'Connor takes
out the Referee, and now slaps a DDT onto Nuke!

Shallow: Good God! Ben O'Connor draping Simon Seaman over Nuke, another IWO
Official coming from backstage, One! Two! Three! This is all over, we have a
new champion! We have a new champion!

Announcer: Your Winner, and NEW IWO Unified Champion, Simon Seaman!

JT: Well, that is bizare. Seaman and Nuke both unconsious from their
prospective hits. And Ben O'Connor's climbing into the ring! What's going
on?!

Ben: Firstly, I'm letting you all know that there is absolutley no
'allience' between Mr. Seaman and myself. The reason Simon has won today, is
because he now has the IWO Unified Title, and I'm facing Seaman at
Heatstroke. So you all may think I'm stupid for what I've done here today.
But there was no way I was going to get a title shot with Nuke winning the
match today. See you at Heatstroke, Seaman.

GP: This is sickening! O'Connor stomps Seaman one more time as he leaves the
ring. The ref going to get the...where's the belt?

Shallow: Where's the timekeeper?

JT: Don't worry about that now, we have a new champion…

(Backstage.)

Miguel: Hi tenga u visto mi burrito?

Juan: usted KNow que somos ilegales?

Miguel: Shhh no le dice eso.

Juan: Las llamas del asno están aquí en el IWo para mostrar a cada uno que el mejicano tiene derechas a! Por años hemos trabajado en los departamentos del sudor que hacían tights de la lucha y solamente la élite unas conseguidas luchar realmente. Receptor de papel ahora es nuestro tiempo! Los trabajadores a levantarse para arriba y rebelión. tormenta el IWO y pararlos a una pulpa con nuestros sombreros. No más de Burrito o de Tacos ahora no pertenecen a nosotros.

Miguel:Give yo mi burrito .

Commercial Break

[The Scene opens up to Colin Gear sitting in his locker room rubbing
his.....well....Erik Blake's Insult Trophy. He notices the camera and
looks deep into it.]

Colin Gear- Hey Blake? Your watching? GOOD! You see this trophy? It means
shit to me. You want it? COME GET IT!

[Gear slams the trophy on the ground and it breaks into a coupleof
pieces.]

Colin Gear-There. but don't have an orgasm Blake.You see....I made an
official belt out of the Insult Title. So you want this belt?

[Reaches behind him and raises a belt.]

Colin Gear- Come and get it.

[Just then the door bursts open and it is Erik Blake....Tyrone.....and
Dave. Gear stands up but Blake knocks him right back down. The three
begin to stomp him relentlessly. Dave and Tyrone grab chairs and start
whacking the living hell out of him. Blake grabs the Insult Belt and
kicks Gear right in the face and walks out.]

*Oh Jamie? Have this second one later.*

[The Scene opens up with Colin Gear in a stretcher with EMT's. He is
moaning in pain as they work on him. Just then Erik Blake, Tyrone and
Dave appear again and assault Colin Gear in the Stretcher with chairs.
Blake looks on laughing.Colin Gear is bloody and Blake signals to stop.
He gets in Gear's face and puts the belt in his face.]

Erik Blake- Gear....I'm tired. I'm tired of being fucked. I'm pissed
off. I'm finally gonna start kicking more ass severely. Starting tonight.
You all will see a new Erik Blake. I'm not going to be the perky
insulter. Gear...your an example for what is to come. This is my belt
bitch. It stays on my waist. Please believe it.

[Scene closes.]

[A new scene opens with Jamie, John and Evan playing Mario Party. Tom comes in.]

Tom: Yo!! Do you guys realize that Capital Punishment just up and decided NOT to fight his match?!

John: Can’t you see we’re busy?… NO BOO YOU BASTARD!! STAY AWAY FROM MY COINS!

Evan: MWAHAHAHA!

Tom: You guys are unbelievable!! Do your jobs!!

Jamie: Would you like to play Tom?

[Jamie hands Tom a controller. Tom stares at it as the scene fades to black.]

GP: Tom is the last hope we have of having someone working for the IWO and not spending their lives playing video games.

JT: Please Tom, don’t jump ship to n64!! We need you here!! We’re dying!!

Shallow: The IWO shall forever go down in history for its lazy board members. Such a shame.

JT: Actually, I enjoy a rousing game of Mario Party occasionally, too…

Shallow: *gasp* You Nintendo whore!

JT: But…

Shallow: DON’T EVEN SPEAK! YOU’RE WITH “THEM”!

JT: But…

GP: Well, time for the next match, and this one is a Tag Team Turmoil match, pitting the Suicide Kings against the Convicts of Age. If you remember from Gold & Glory, the Kings screwed the Convicts out of winning the tag titles from the Deadly Sins. Now these two teams will square off to put an end to this heated rivalry...

Shallow: Or probably just add some fuel to the fire...

GP: Shut up. Let's get down to Meygon for the introductions.

Meygon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making their way to the ring first, Jeff and Ryan King, the Suicide Kings!

[The Suicide Kings' music hits and they run down to the ring, carrying the tag title belts. They raise the belts over their head while the crowd boos.]

GP: Hey, those belts belong to the Deadly Sins! Those bastards have to right to carry them around like that!

Meygon: And the challengers, at a combined weight of 493 pounds, Nicholas Kain and Zachary Lyons, the Convicts of Age!

["People of the Sun" by Rage Against the Machine hits and the Convicts of Age run down to the ring next. Zachary slides into the ring, while Nicholas climbs up on the apron. Jeff King retreats to his corner as well.]

GP: Looks like Zach and Ryan will be starting things off.

[The bell rings, and the two lock up. Zach grabs a waistlock, lifts Ryan, and brings him down with a flapjack gutbuster drop. Zach then applies an armlock, and adds a half leg crab. Ryan quickly gets to the ropes and reaches out. The ref goes to break up Zach's hold, but gets caught in the face with an elbow and drops to the mat.]

JT: The ref is down and he's... DEAR LORD YES! HE'S BLEEEEEDING!

[Jeff King takes the opportunity and leapfrogs over the ropes and into the ring. He and Ryan grab Zach and hit a spike turnbuckle powerbomb. Zach's head snaps back and hits the turnbuckle, and he starts bleeding as well. Jeff charges the ropes, rebounds, and clotheslines Zach over the ropes. Ryan immediatley climbs up to the top rope and hits a praying moonsault. Nicholas Kain rushes in and stomps on Ryan's head, and pulls Zach to safety on the apron. Nick tosses Ryan into the ring, jumps up on the ropes, and hits a missile dropkick to Ryan's face. Jeff King pulls the ref to his feet, just as Nick whips Ryan King into the corner, sandwiching Jeff and the ref between himself and the turnbuckle.]

Shallow: Man, that ref is getting his ass kicked.

[Jeff King climbs out from behind the ref and hops up on the turnbuckle. He signals to Ryan, who takes Nicholas Kain down with a reverse crucifix powerbomb, and Jeff lauches off the turnbuckle with a shooting star press. He covers, but the ref is all knocked out and shit, allowing Zachary Lyons to make the save with a fist drop. Zach and Jeff start brawling, as do Ryan and Nick. Zach takes Jeff down to the floor and they brawl up the ramp, untill a second ref runs out from backstage and restores order.]

JT: Dammit, where the hell was that guy three minutes ago?

[Jeff King retreats back to the apron, as does Nicholas Kain. Ryan and Zach tie up again. This time, Ryan takes the advantage with a front facelock, sprawls, and snaps Zach down to his knees. Ryan hits a fireman's carry and follows up with an inverted full nelson, which Zach quickly breaks up. Ryan grabs hold of one arm and whips him into the ropes, but Zach reverses it with a whip of his own. Ryan hooks the ropes with his arms, but Zach charges and hits a spinning lariat, knocking Ryan over the top. Zach takes a few steps back and attempts a body press suicida, but Ryan rolls away and slides back in the ring. Zach gets to his feet, dusts himself off, and follows. He dives and tries to catch Ryan's leg, but falls short and Ryan tags in Jeff. Jeff charges Zach with a clothesline, but Zach ducks under it and gets an armbar. Jeff does a front flip and drags Zach to the mat. Jeff locks in a reverse bow and arrow lock, which Zach struggles to break. He raises his arm, as if to tap out, and Nicholas Kain rushes in to break the hold up. He hits a running stomp on Jeff King before the ref manages to get him back to the corner.]

JT: Oh, COME ON, ref! Disqualify those two idiots!

GP: Aren't you supposed to be the heel announcer?

JT: ...shut up.

[Jeff and Zach lock up. Jeff tries for a cradle suplex, but Zach leans back, gets his feet on the ground and pulls himself upright, keeping Jeff in position for a piledriver. He brings him down, but Jeff posts into a handstand and hook kicks Zach in the head. He stands up and, without turning around, hooks Zach's arms in an improvised back-to-belly suplex. He lifts Zach up and drops to his knees, sending Zach flying over his head and crashing to the mat. Jeff lifts Zach to his feet and tosses him over the top rope. He runs backwards, bounces off the opposite ropes, and attempts a suicida dive, promptly colliding with a steel chair.]

*THUD!*

GP: What the... where did Zach get that chair?

JT: How could Zach have even gotten a chair? He's still laid out on the ground!

GP: Then what the hell...?

Shallow: Look! It's... it's Jack Breaker!

GP: The Deadly Sins are here!

[The Sins slide into the ring. Jack rushes at Ryan King on the apron, while Jake focuses on Jeff King.]

GP: Jack pulls Ryan into the ring, whips him into the ropes... monkey flip! He gets behind him, turns him around, and BAM! Tilt-a-Whirl gutbuster drop!

Shallow: Jake has Jeff in a Cobra clutch... lifts him up... Cobra clutch suplex! He slides out of the ring and goes under the apron... what's he looking for?

JT: Man, I hate the Deadly Sins.

GP: Jake's got two giant trout! He tosses one to Jack, and they approach Ryan King...

Shallow: Con-fish-to! Ryan King is not enjoying himself, to say the least!

GP: Jack sets Jeff King up for a con-fish-to... and Jeff goes down as well!

Shallow: Jack just winged the trout into the crowd! That can't be too safe! Someone could poke an eye out!

JT: Finally, here come the Convicts of Age to even the score.

GP: Nicholas and Jack, duking it out with right hooks and whatnot... Jake Walker's brawling with Zach... wait, here comes Jeff King with his STOLEN tag title belt... but Jake quickly blocks it with his own I.C. tag belt... the two belts collide! Shit, he might've cracked it!

Shallow: The Convicts are keeping the Sins distracted, and the Suicide Kings are running away with the Sins' tag championship belts! Those cowards!

JT: Hey, as the old proverb goes, "He who fights and runs away doesn't get his ass kicked by the Deadly Sins".

GP: Are you sure that's how it goes?

JT: Positive.

Shallow: Well, this one's a no contest. That was fun.

(The scene fades to the back where Tom has joined the IWO Board playing Mario Party.)

GP: Noooooooooooooooooo!!!!

Commercial Break

[HT NOTE: Kent Anthason defends his title successfully against the Mysterious Birdman. Unfortunately, the match was never sent to me…so…let’s just move on with our lives. It sucks, but I’d rather get the card out and move on than wait any longer at this point.]

"To The Ends of The Earth" Match
In Memory of Beth Potright
Syphon Fission vs. Sam Potright
Sam Potright's Final Match

(We fade in on the announce table.)

GP: The world has seen a war exist for the last eight
months... one of the great fueds of the IWO. Tonight,
it all ends... in a match in tribute to a fallen
member of the IWO's family.

(We fade away... and open it all back up with Sam
Potright and Syphon Fission. "Pressure" by Staind
plays. Two pictures. One is of Fission hitting the
Death Plunge, while the other is Potright perched on
the top rope. They are stained two different colors -
Fission red, Potright blue. They clash against one
another.)

"Big" Scott Weber: It was November 2000 when we saw
these two first meet.

(The words "Utter Obliteration" come up in front of
the pictures. The pictures themselves fade away... and
we get a quick load of clips from the Finals of the
Major Push Tournament. Fission and Potright going back
and forth, and Fission gaining the final fall in the
30-minute Iron Man "Falls Are Anywhere" match.)

BSW: Fission drew first blood, but the pain would
shoot through him instead. Potright got the major
push, while Fission got settled back into the shuffle
once more. This angered him.

(A replay of Potright striking Psycho Jay with the
chair to join Team FWF is shown.)

Nikki: And he was only angered more as a worldwide
audience saw Potright leave behind the organization
that had pushed him to the hilt. Fission, in
retaliation to Potright, Evan Levine -- the IWO World
champ at the time -- and the entire FWF by forming
Team CGI. CGI and FWF clashed again and again on
weekly shows, leading up to a major confrontation.

(Ice Age 3. Two-of-Three Falls. The Triple Ladders
Match, the 20-second Last Man Standing match, the
2-hour Iron Man Legends match. The carnage that left
New York City, and Madison Square Garden, rocking just
before 2001.)

GP: Ice Age 3 was the boiling point. Potright and
Fission pushed themselves to the limit for the first
time, going back and forth with three full and crazy
matches unto themselves. Pushing their bodies over the
line with the 2-hour Iron Man Legends match... it
wasn't even fully over. With Donnie Daze having been
placed in the Last Man Standing match and winning that
fall, it went up to a tie. Potright had one fall over
Fission, and Fission had one fall over Potright.

(The Crucifixion match.)

JT: Fission, however, managed to strike twice. He took
Utter Obliteration from Potright -- and he took Ice
Age from him, too. Fission was 2-0 over Potright,
strapping him to a cross and becoming the #1 contender
to the IWO World Title.

(Conspiracy Theory, and the "superkick heard 'round
the world".)

Nikki: Things only got more and more in Fission's
favor. Eliminating Potright in the first Fall of a
four-corners, three-fall match also involving Phelen
Kell and a mystery man that was revealed to be Mike
Extreme, Fission forced Potright to be burnt severely
and left to be carried out on a stretcher. Potright
was out for several weeks, and Fission left Conspiracy
Theory as the IWO champ, taking down Kell.

(Potright's return to IWO TV.)

GP: By the time Sam Potright had recovered and was
back on IWO programming, Fission was in the midst of a
short war with Dane Matthews. Potright was then
recruited by Gunnar Smith -- Fission and Potright
didn't battle again for a small bit. When Syphon
Fission took back the World title, Potright popped
right back up again.

(The Spiral Tournament. Fission managing to overcome
Sabastian Crow and Simon Seaman... and Potright
carrying out the crucifix.)

GP: The war seemed to reach its climax on Hostile
Takeover, sometime in early April.

(Potright and Fission using the cross on one another,
warring back and forth. Potright standing... and
hitting the Christ Air on Fission, on the cross. The
subsequescent loss of Fission's title to Potright.)

JT: Potright, finally, had scored a win against his
hated rival. And he had taken the one thing that meant
the most to Fission outside of love... his title.
Potright would hold the title for a month, defending
it at WarCry in the Trick or Treat III, but losing it
immediately after the match. Potright had suffered,
but... but Fission -- he suffered immensely. The
Christ Air is listed as the beginning of Fission's
eventual downward spiral. Fission found himself on the
side of Potright, as they formed We're Better Than You
2. Fision quickly exited himself, however. In June,
after re-grouping himself, Fission took the North
American title from Kent Anthason at IWO Beach Party
5, while Potright regained his wife, Beth, from Dane
Matthews. They seemed to be seperated once again.

("Pressure" stops... and a lone acoustic guitar
plays.)

GP: Unfortunately... it took a tragedy for another,
final match to occur.

(The evening of mourning.)

GP: Beth Potright, Sam's wife and love... his
soulmate... died in a car accident on July 6th, a few
minutes after the crash. Sam had an announcement
concerning it to say, but he broke down crying.

(The scene... haunting, dripping with the pain that is
visible in Sam's face, in the eyes that are streaming
tears.)

Nikki: When Fission came down to console him... Sam
snapped.

(Sam slapping and attacking Fission, before rolling
out of the ring and running away.)

GP: And from there... it just seemed to get stranger.

(Potright attacking Fission and attempting to choke
him to death. Potright pushing Fission, Fission
pushing back. The staredowns. The near-fights.)

BSW: Indeed, Sam Potright had apparently lost all
reason to go on.

(Jamie Kosoy staring Sam in the eye, and holding a
contract extension.)

Potright: I told you... I'm telling everyone... I'm
retiring.

(Gold & Glory. The night-long brawl between Sam and
Fission that seemed to never end... but eventually
did, in the middle of the ring.)

Fission: A tribute... your final match. In her honor.
In her memory. And then... that'll be it. You have
said you'd follow her to the ends of the earth, and
even beyond... c'mon. One... final match. For her.
We're her family too, Sam. Like it or not... she was
like a sister to me. She was a sister, a mother, to
each of us in the back. One more match. You know that
she'd like that to be in her honor.

(They stand across the ring from one another. Fission
extends his hand... Sam stares at it... but Sam only
nods his head, and leaves the ring.)

GP: Tonight... in memory of Beth Potright. Sam
Potright vs. Syphon Fission. The final match for Sam
Potright. The end of a war. And it's all for a dearly
missed member of the IWO's family... Beth.

(Fission and Potright's graphics appear. In between
them... the words "A Tribute To Beth" and "Potright's
Final Match", one under the other.)

(We fade back to the ring.)

Busta Hymen: Ladies and gentlemen... would you please
rise?

(Row by row, person by person, people stand up. A
picture of Beth Potright appears on the IWOTron.)

Busta Hymen: We will now ring the bell ten times in
memory of Beth Potright.

*Ding* (1...)

*Ding* (2...)

*Ding* (3...)

*Ding* (4...)

*Ding* (5...)

*Ding* (6...)

*Ding* (7...)

*Ding* (8...)

*Ding* (9...)

*Ding* (10.)

(The crowd slowly gets back to their seats.)

Busta Hymen: This match, with a 60 minute time limit,
is one fall... and, as per the rules, falls count...
anywhere.

("Papercut" by Linkin Park hits. The crowd goes nuts.)

Busta Hymen: Introducing first... a former two-time
IWO World champ... a former World tag team champ...
the North American champion... hailing from Seattle,
Washington... weighing in at 265 lbs., and standing
6'6" tall... the "Man-O-War"... "The Postal One"...
the most under-recognized wrestler in the IWO... here
is SYPHON FISSION!

(Fission exits through red smoke that billows through
the entrance. The crowd's decibel level only succeeds
to go higher as he walks down the aisle, lights
shining on the rampway as he heads towards the ring.
Red, yellow, white, purple... multiple colors, for a
multi-faceted talent... a multi-faceted man. He gets
into the ring, and heads to the ropes, straddling them
with his hands and standing on the second one, raising
his arms to his fans. They respond in turn. "Papercut"
fades.)

GP: He is the man right now... soon to be World champ
again, I think.

JT: Shows what you know.

(The crowd is silent... "Hemorrhage(In My Hands)" by
Fuel hits, and the crowd is still silent...)

Busta Hymen: Introducing now... a former IWO World
champ... former World tag team champ... former
three-time Intercontinental tag team champ... former
three-time Extreme champ... former Pacific champ...
hailing from Salem, Mass... weighing in at 207 lbs.,
and standing at 6'2"... an extremist... a high
flyer... one of the greats, and a legend to the entire
IWO locker room as a man's man, and a leader... this
is SAM POTRIGHT!

(Sam Potright plods through the blue smoke, his hair
in his face. He walks out with a leather jacket on.
The crowd does not cheer... they applaud. White
lights, their source as bright as the sun, shine on
the ramp, leading the way down. Potright stands at the
top of the ramp... and removes his jacket. He flexes
his arm towards a nearby camera... and there is a
tattoo that resembles Beth's face exactly... the words
"Forever Loving... Forever Loved." are written in
old-style print below her visage. Potright points to
it... and points to the sky. He flicks his hair back
with a movement of the neck. Finally, he walks to the
ring, "Hemorrhage" still blaring loudly. There's
nothing but applause from every single person in the
arena, capacity-filled, for him. He stops midway down
the rampway... and raises his arms. People begin to
cheer. He nods... they cheer louder. He heads to the
ring, and raises his fists as he gets on the apron.
The crowd goes nuts for it. He gets into the ring...
and stares across it at Fission.)

GP: A fued for the ages... ending tonight.

(The lights return to normal. Fission and Potright
walk around the ring area.)

JT: Falls count anywhere!

GP: This is it. Here we go, Fission and Potright tie
up... Potright with a right hook! Down goes Fission,
Fission back up, Potright goes for another right hook,
Fission ducks and grabs Potright, belly-to-back,
doesn't let go! He puts Potright in the corner... and
gives a sharp uppercut into Potright's kidney! And
another one! Fission laying in shots to the lower back
of Potright! Potright elbows Fission in the face,
turns around, onto the second rope, clothesline takes
down Fission! Potright goes for the cover! One...
two... kickout by Fission. Potright going early.

Shallow: Fission getting to his feet, SPEAR! He's got
Potright by the legs, catapault into the ropes!
Potright lands throat-first on the top one! Fission
grabs him again, and dumps him over the top! Potright
lands on his feet, though! Pulls Fission out, grabs
Fission, goes for an irish whip. Fission reverses, and
Potright into the steps! Fission grabs Potright, he's
taking him into the ring again. Falls count anywhere,
but it doesn't seem to matter to Fission. Fission
takes Potright... he's going for the Death Plunge!

JT: One arm, the other... here we go... NO! NO NO!
Potright picks up Fission, tries to dump him over the
top! Fission won't go... but... POTRIGHT HAS A LION
TAMER THROUGH THE ROPES! LION TAMER THROUGH THE ROPES!
He's got him tied up on the apron! Fission in severe
pain! Potright lets go... Fission still on his feet...
POTRIGHT WITH A SUICIDE DIVE! Down they both go!
Potright getting back to his feet... Fission slowly
moving after him. Potright with a rolling elbow,
Fission into the guardrails! Potright goes for a kick,
Fission out of the way! He takes Potright from behind,
belly-to-back! He launches Potright!

Shallow: And leaves him with a rough landing! Fission
turns around the match in a second... that's why he's
the "Man-O-War". Fission takes Potright, and tosses
him head-first into that guardrail! Fission is taking
Potright up the ramp... takes Potright, going for the
Death Plunge, Potright wriggles out of it! Potright
with a sleeperhold! A sleeperhold...?

GP: He's going old-school here. Halfway up the ramp,
Sam Potright has just slowed the tempo of the match.
Fission clawing at air... he wants out, and he wants
out now. Fission... Potright not letting him get up,
and that's good. That's smart. Make the man lose a lot
of oxygen, and get him tired while he's getting as
much as he can. It'll make him weaker. It'll make him
an easy target. Remember, there is only ONE FALL in
this match. That's all either man needs.

JT: Thanks for that droning speech on the mechanics of
pro wrestling, Greg "JR" Parker.

GP: You're welcome -- did you just say "droning"? And
JR?!!

JT: Ha! Fission getting back to his feet... Potright
wrenches harder. The guy lost his wife, has basically
lost all control of his life, and he still manages to
keep hold of something like a sleeperhold. I will
say... that's pretty determined. Fission... he's
walking up the ramp! He's dragging Potright behind
him! Potright will not let go! Fission... Potright...
are at the top of the ramp, near the set. Fission --
POWER! He lifts Potright up, and bam-bam-bam, he runs
forward and slams Potright's head against the set!

GP: He sacrificed himself, and Potright lets go!

Shallow: Fission down on the ground... Potright
clutching his head... they're going to the limit, I'm
betting. Fission playing the role of rock-climber,
pulling himself up with the HT set. Potright is on his
knees... Fission runs forward, KICKS POTRIGHT IN THE
STOMACH! C'mon, that was dirty! Fission... another
swinging punt into the ribs of the half-angel, of the
ex-"Shrimp"! Fission takes Potright... and throws him
through the curtain! He goes to follow... POTRIGHT
TACKLES FISSION DAMN NEAR IN HALF! Down goes Fission!
Potright took a desperate chance! He goes... COVER!
One.... two... NEAR FALL!

GP: Potright... he rolls off Fission. He's getting to
his feet... and he's walking over to the side. There's
some equipment there... uh oh. he may be about to
Anthason-ize Fission again. This happened around two
months ago... Potright going over to Fission. He picks
him up... points to the equipment! We've got officials
running like mice away from poison!

JT: He'll do it, too! This man has nothing left...
He's going to... T-BONE SUPLEX HIM? He's getting
Fission set up... Fission jumps up, climbs on
Potright's back! NO! NO! Fission has him set up for a
Death Plunge! Again! Fission wanting this to end
decisively! He has Potright set up... and HE points
the finger at the equipment! So much for us having a
lot more cable time.

Shallow: That's not our cable equipment, though.

JT: Then what is it?

Shallow: I think it's the audio equipment for the PA
system.

JT: Oh.

GP: Fission -- Potright uses the one arm, HE HAS
FISSION UP... HE IS GOING FOR A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
THIS WOULD KILL FISSION, IF NOT POTRIGHT TOO!

JT: BUT YOU KNOW... POTRIGHT DOESN'T CARE!

GP: Potright... Fission from behind! Again... Fission
slipped out of the DVD, gets in front of Potright...
and he pushes Potright! These two did this a few weeks
earlier... Potright pushes him back! Fission pushes
Potright nearly off the stage.. Potright with a push
right back at him...

JT: This guy's got a death wish.

Shallow: Fission goes for another push, Potright to
the side, drop toe hold? FISSION... HE'S HALWAY OFF
THE STAGE, AND POTRIGHT LETS GO! DOWN GOES FISSION!
AND DOWN THROUGH A PAIR OF TABLES! CARNAGE! CARNAGE!
CARNAGE!

JT: YOU'RE NOT JR! THAT'S GREG'S JOB!

GP: Yeah! Potright is laying on top of the stage... he
needs to get down there and pin him, if he wants this
over... of course, Potright seems a bit dazed still
from having his head ran aground of that post on the
stage.

Shallow: I'd say it's pretty obvious that he's got a
concussion.

JT: Are you a fight doctor or something?

Shallow: No...

JT: So how'za 'bout shutting up?

Shallow: ... Meanie.

GP: Fission isn't probably getting up again... and
Potright is working as hard as he can to get to his
knees. Sam shaking at his head... trying to wave away
the effects of that head shot. He's getting to his
feet... and now the man's stumbling down the ramp.
What a war this has been such far. It's a war of
attrition, really. Neither man has backed down...
Potright getting towards where he dropped Syphon. He
sees him! Potright down... COVER!

1...

2...

JT: BOO!

GP: JT, no one's scared. Fission with a kickout!
Somehow! Potright walks over somewhere... he's looking
around for something to bludgeon Fission with.
Fission... Fission is moving. I don't think Potright's
seeing him... Fission is getting up, and he's tugged a
piece of that table he went through off the rest of
it! This could be a problem for Potright... Fission
sneaking up behind him, and Fission seems to have
shaken off most of the pain from that fall. Potright
turns around, AND FISSION WITH A CLOCK-CLEANING HIT
WITH THAT TABLE SHRAPNEL! Potright goes down beside
our audio equipment! Fission goes for another swing,
Potright blocks it with his forearm. Fission, though,
stomps Potright in the gut.

Shallow: Fission slams it on Potright's knee! He goes
to drive it into Potright's kneecap, and succeeds!
He's going to lambaste Potright with a damn piece of a
table that HE went through! He's going to make sure
Potright won't even be able to put the pedal to the
metal anymore! Fission... he tosses away the table
part, and picks up Potright's leg! Stomps the back of
the leg!

GP: This is some ring psychology right here. You have
to remember... Potright's trademarks, and one of his
major finishers, involves using his legs. If Fission
can eliminate even one leg, than Potright loses any
way of putting away Fission for good. Fission, on the
other hand, can use moves that are non-exclusive. He
could Death Plunge Potright from the top rope or on
the mat, it wouldn't matter. He could hit the You're
My Bitch, if he has enough energy. We'll just have to
find out... Fission rolls on an Indian deathlock!
Potright trying to get out of it!

JT: What technicality! What brainpower! What....
zzzzzzzzz. WHERE'S THE BLOOD? Fission lets go of the
Deathlock, rolls up Potright. One....... don't tell me
it ends with A DEATHLOCK... two.... NO! Potright gets
a shoulder up at the last moment. Fission drags
Potright out into the floor... he's going for a
one-legged Boston Crab! But Potright uses his other
leg and shakes Fission off! Fission goes with a boot
to the sternum, instead.

Shallow: Potright in pain... Fission picks him up, and
throws him into the equipment! And now Fission has
Potright by the hair, and he's carrying him over to
the ramp. Fission slams Potright's head on the
guardrail, and he is keeping control of Sam Potright.

JT: Fission has thrown Potright onto the ramp, and
follows him onto there. Potright gets a couple of
kicks from Fission... right into the kidney area.
Fission takes Potright's hair again... he goes up top,
and throws him into the set! Fission pulls him through
the smoke, down the steps, and through the curtain!

GP: They're backstage now! Fission with a throw into
some crates. Potright stumbles forward... Fission goes
to kick him in the stomach, Potright grabs the leg,
DRAGON-SCREW LEG WHIP! ON CONCRETE! Fission just made
the damnedest thud! Potright fights his way back to
his feet... he's climbing onto the crates! He's going
for a high-risk manuever! Potright signalling for
something... but Fission moves! POTRIGHT JUST MAKES A
SICKENING SMACK AGAINST THE PAVEMENT! There is no give
with that, dammit!

JT: Well, duh.

Shallow: Potright is down, and Fission is back up! The
perfect possum manuever. Fission picks up Potright,
and throws him into those crates. Fission grabs one...
tries to drop it on Potright! Potright steps back,
dodging that wooden bullet! The crate busted open.
Potright dives at Fission! They hit the ground and
begin to brawl!

JT: Whoo! They're battling back and forth... and the
ref is trying to restore order! BOO! SUCKY! GET AWAY
FROM THEM!

GP: Potright gets off Fission, he's in the ref's face!
They're jaw-jacking! I wouldn't want to be that ref
right now... Fission ROLLS UP POTRIGHT! SCHOOLBOYS
HIM! ONE... TWO.... NO! NO! ALMOST, BUT NO! Fission
works his way back to his feet again, but Potright
beats him to it! Kick to Fission's head knocks him for
a loop! DDT! Potright goes for a cover! One... two...
NO! Fission kicks out!

JT: Syphon Fission is down, though. Potright rolls
onto his knees... he's on his feet, and he's got some
blueprints for damaging Fission's legs! He has him...
he's going for a Wall Breaker! Fission... he's trying
to block it... Fission fighting... he grabs a piece of
the crate! CRACKS IT AGAINST POTRIGHT'S FOREHEAD!
Potright goes down! Fission has overcome the Wall
Breaker before getting into it!

GP: Fission unhooking his legs from Potright's... he's
away. And he still has that piece of the crate. It's a
flat two-by-four... he slams it on Potright's ribs!
Once! Twice! Three times a charm, he goes for the pin!
One...... two.... POTRIGHT! Potright kicks out!
Fission... he picks up that piece of wood, CRACKS IT
OVER POTRIGHT'S BACK! ANOTHER COVER! ONE.... TWO...
NO! NO! POTRIGHT MANAGES TO PUSH OUT OF IT!

Shallow: Hey, let me talk! Potright rolling around...
he's trying to get to his feet... Fission just signals
for the Death Plunge! He grabs Potright... OH GEEZ, ON
THE PAVEMENT, TOO?! THAT'LL KILL POTRIGHT!

JT: Does Potright CARE whether he LIVES OR DIES?!

GP: Who knows?

Shallow: Fission has him ready for it, but the ref...
THE REF PULLED FISSION OFF OF POTRIGHT! He's telling
him no! He's not going to allow Fission to Death
Plunge the goddamn half-angel on the pavement! Fission
is pretty damn pissed because of this! FISSION JUST
PUSHED THE REF DOWN! WHAT IS HE, CRAZY?

JT: ... OOH! OOH! I KNOW! YES, YOU FRICKIN' RETARD!

GP: Fission goes back to Potright, AND POTRIGHT
DELIVERS A JAW-SHATTERING UPPERCUT! FISSION GOES
SPRAWLING, AND POTRIGHT GOES BACK DOWN TO HIS KNEES!
POTRIGHT IS SLAVING OVER TO THE DOWN-AND-OUT FISSION!
HE COVERS! The ref is still down, though! But he's...
he's crawling over! ONE.... TWO.... DAMN! FISSION WITH
A KICKOUT! These two are tired as all hell!

Shallow: Potright is trying to think of something
else... he has Fission by the head, and he's taking
him somewhere. Where exactly, we don't know.

JT: Maybe Greg knows.

GP: I don't know! DON'T LOOK AT ME!

Shallow: Yeesh, okay. Potright is heading towards
those garage doors... FISSION PUSHES HIM INTO THEM!
Runs up behind him, FOREARMS POTRIGHT IN THE BACK OF
THE HEAD! Takes Potright -- and gives him a reverse
DDT, too! For good measure! Pin attempt! One, two, NO!
Potright with a kickout. Fission mad... and he's got
Potright by the hair! He pulls him up... and he's
dragging him along somewhere! Fission... THROWS
POTRIGHT INTO THE CATERING TABLE! Food flying!

JT: Whooooeeeee!

GP: ... What the hell?

JT: Heh. Whatever, dude.

GP: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

JT: I don't know... I think the food's got me all
excited. Fission takes a bowl of tossed salad... and
cracks the thing over Potright's head! He's getting on
the table with Potright... he's going to Death Plunge
him through the table! He's going for it... BUT
POTRIGHT REVERSES! BOTH MEN GO THROUGH THE TABLE! And
Fission just slammed his back against some eating
utensils! He's clasping it like a burn! Potright is
off the side of the table, between a BBQ-sauce covered
chicken breast, and next to some Gatorade! These two
are down! ... I'm hungry.

GP: Oh, can't it wait?

JT: No.

(JT tries to stand up... but Shallow pushes him down!)

Shallow: You're staying here!

JT: *Whimper*

GP: Well... Fission is crawling out of the food...
he's on his feet, he dives over the table, covers
Potright! The ref can't find a good position... so
he's counting on the table! ONE... TWO.... NO!
Potright not giving up yet!

Shallow: Fission... he's having trouble getting up. He
looks... he's got Potright by the hair again... and
now he's taking him somewhere else!

(We see where he's going.)

Shallow: Oh... the parking lot! Fission goes to throw
Potright through the door... Potright reverses!
Fission is in the parking lot first, and Potright
follows right behind him! The two... they're
exchanging fisticuffs in the parking lot! Sweet lord!
Fission misses a sharp jab, Potright with a single-arm
DDT!

*SMACK!*

GP: OW! That was Potright's back hitting the pavement,
folks! He's trying his hardest not to scream, I bet!
Fission was merely fazed by the single-arm DDT... he
has Potright... picks him up, going for a powerbomb...
no, HE PUTS IT INTO A BACKBREAKER! POTRIGHT WITH A
GROAN OF PAIN! Fission... he takes Potright, and
drives him into the side of a car! Pulls him up, and
slams him on the hood! Fission is climbing up on top
of the car, and he's taking Potright with him! But
Potright with an elbow to the gut! Potright going for
a bulldog off the car and onto the pavement! But
Fission... he throws Potright off, grabs him by the
arm, kicks him in the stomach... he's pulling him ONTO
THE ROOF OF THE CAR!

JT: Yes... YES! YES! HE'S GOING FOR IT! DEATH PLUNGE!
DEATH PLUNGE! AND THE ENTIRE F'N CAR SHATTERS! THE
FORCE OF IT DESTROYED THE CAR! HE KILLED SAM POTRIGHT!
HE'S UP IN HEAVEN WITH HIS WIFE BY NOW!

*PUNCH*

GP: DON'T USE HER AS COMMENTARY FODDER!

JT: OW!

Shallow: Fission... Potright slides off one side of
the car... and Fission... he slides off the other
side! The exhaustion has just taken it's toll!
Potright and Fission have put each other through
hell... and now they've got that price to pay! Neither
man is moving!

GP: Well... this is a good time... we're on-air! We
need action! Excitement! I need to call a match,
dammit!

JT: YEAH! But look at the car. The windshield is
nothing more than dust, basically. The windows are
collapsed in and are spiderwebs of cracks. The back
windshield? GONE. That car's fucked. And so's the guy
who rented it or owns it.

GP: Hmmm... that looks like...

JT: IT'S YOUR CAR?! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA!

GP: No... JT, that appears to be... YOUR CAR!

JT: WHAT?! NO! NO! IT ISN'T! IT... GOD DAMMIT! WHY
DOES THE BAD STUFF ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!

GP: Karma, my man... Fission... he's actually on his
knees! Potright is still flat-out GONE! How Fission is
moving... God knows. It'll be a miracle to see
Potright move again... Fission... he's rolling over
the hood... AND HE SCREAMS?!

Shallow: That can't be good. He's... he's pulling a
shard of glass from his shoulder! Goddamn, look at the
blood! He's on the other side... COVER! He covers
Potright! ONE........... TWO............. NO NO NO!

GP: WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?!

Shallow: ... HE KICKED OUT! SAM POTRIGHT... IN THE
NAME OF GOD... IS STILL MOVING! Fission is clutching
his shoulder! There's not much more either man can
do... Potright's had his head impacted, and there's a
gaping wound in Fission! The ref isn't sure whether he
should stop the match or not... Fission clutching the
wound... Potright not moving... Fission has one arm,
and he has Potright... picks him up... he's staring
him right in the eye. He takes Potright... HE HEAVES
HIM INTO A WINDOW! GOOD GOD, WHAT THE HELL! GLASS
EVERYWHERE! He pulls Sam out, slams him on the hood of
another car! With one arm, for crying out loud!
Fission getting atop the car... he drops an elbow!
Falls off the car! Potright rolls to the ground...
these guys can barely move.

GP: Well, DUH. Geez. Potright is beginning to come
around, though... he's holding his head... and it
looks like he got over that pain quickly, because he's
coming around the car, and he's going straight for
Fission! He picks him up... SLAMS HIM INTO THE SIDE OF
ONE CAR... AND TURNS, SLAMS HIM INTO THE OTHER ONE! HE
TAKES FISSION AND SLAMS HIM ON THE CONCRETE! Potright
picks Fission up... by the hair... throws him into one
of those concrete POLES, AND FISSION LANDS ON HIS
HEAD! THAT WAS SICK SOUNDING! HE MIGHT HAVE JUST
KILLED SYPHON FISSION! Potright picks up Fission...
and throws him back through the doors that Fission
tossed him out of! Now they're back in the hallways...
Potright's on his second thousand wind! He punches
Fission back, back, and back some more... BUT FISSION
TAKES POTRIGHT, LIFTS HIM UP, FLAPJACK! A FLAPJACK ON
CONCRETE! He might have busted Potright's face open!

JT: Fission crawls over Potright... and slaps on A
CRIPPLER CROSSFACE! POTRIGHT IS REACHING FOR ANYTHING,
AND EVERYTHING! THE PAIN MUST BE EXCRUCIATING!
POTRIGHT MAY IN FACT TAP! He's... HE'S TRYING TO PULL
FISSION'S HAND OFF OF HIS FACE! FISSION HAS A DEATH
GRIP! POTRIGHT TRYING TO SURVIVE! THE REF IS RIGHT IN
POTRIGHT'S FACE, AND HE WILL KNOW THE EXACT MOMENT
WHEN POTRIGHT TAPS! FISSION IS TRYING AS HARD AS HE
CAN TO TEAR POTRIGHT'S HEAD OFF! AND... AND...

GP: POTRIGHT BREAKS THE HOLD! POTRIGHT HAS BROKEN THE
CRIPPLER CROSSFACE! BUT FISSION SLAPS IT RIGHT BACK
ON! HOW CAN POTRIGHT EVEN STAY CONSCIOUS! THAT PAIN IS
UNBEARABLE, I'M SURE! POTRIGHT SWINGING HIS FREE ARM
AROUND... FISSION WON'T LET THIS GO FOR THE LIFE OF
HIM! AND FISSION WRENCHES BACK EVEN HARDER! POTRIGHT'S
BACK IS NEARLY STRAIGHT IN THE AIR! FISSION IS TRYING
TO PULL BACK EVEN HARDER... NOTHING APPEARS TO BE
STOPPING! NEITHER MAN IS GIVING ANY!

Shallow: Can you say painful? Fission... FISSION
RELEASES THE HOLD! Potright is in pain... Fission is
slowly getting to his feet... Fission picks up
Potright, and tosses him into a table! Potright
coughing and spitting... blood is actually pouring out
of his mouth, now. Fission drives Potright's head into
the table... once! Twice! THRICE! AND -- POTRIGHT
SPITS BLOOD IN FISSION'S EYES! FISSION IS BLINDED --
AND POTRIGHT THROWS HIM THROUGH A DOOR! THEY'RE INSIDE
SOMEONE'S LOCKER ROOM!

GP: WHO'S?!

Shallow: I DON'T KNOW! DON'T ASK ME!

GP: Dummy... FISSION GOES INTO THE MIRROR! A
SPIDERWEB OF CRACKS IS WHAT HIS HEAD LEAVES...
Potright slams his head against the table! He throws
him back... hey... that's... that's... THE TIME
MACHINE! High Flyer's Time Machine! Fission is inside
the time machine! Potright chases him in... Fission
gives him a stiff punch! They're battling, they're
battling...

JT: This must be Shawn Arrows's locker room!

GP: Why do you say that?

Shallow: Yeah, he owns the time machine... that's
right! JT WAS RIGHT! GOOD LORD!

JT: HA HA!

(The Mysterious Birdman shows up and pecks JT in the
head.)

JT: OW! That hurt.

0¿0: KAW! KAW! NOW YOU'LL NEVER BE RIGHT AGAIN! KAW!

(The Mysterious Birdman runs off.)

GP: That was strange.

Shallow: Hey... hey... THEY'RE DISAPPEARING! THIS
ISN'T THE IWO! IT'S A DAVID COPPERFIELD SHOW!

(Silence from the table.)

JT: ... Dumbass.

(The time machine... goes back in time.)

Time: 6:25.

Date: July 6, 2001.



The Time Machine settles down onto a parking lot. Sam goes flying out of it thanks to a spear by Fission. The two of them continue fighting, rolling around on the ground. Sam goes for a few punches to Syphon's cranium, which is blocked. Syphon pushes Sam off, gets to his feet, and throws Sam into the exterior of the Time Machine. Sam bounces off it roughly, and Syphon picks him up, and powerslams him on the tar. Specks of gravel kick up off the ground as Sam's boot digs into the ground.



Sam has blood running down his forehead... he grabs Syphon by the foot... and tugs him onto the ground.

Sam gets to his feet... spitting the blood that has drained into his mouth onto the ground, he looks around. The parking lot is that of an old motel. A road-side, road-view, road-dirtied place that hasn't had a health inspection for a very, very long time.

Sam turns to the other side... and watches as a familiar vehicle passes by.



Sam: Shit.



Syphon comes from behind, and tugs Sam into the air, trying to hit him with a belly-to-back. Sam rolls over his shoulder and lies down on the ground. Working on instinct, there's only one thing he knows he can do.



Sam: PIN ME!



Syphon: What?



Sam: JUST FUCKING PIN ME!



Syphon: WHY?



Sam: DON'T ASK STUPID QUESTIONS! Just do it!



Syphon, hestiantly, gets down on his knees and covers him for the pin. The ref jumps out of the Time Machine and delivers the three-count. Sam's final match is over -- but Sam doesn't care, as he pushes Syphon off of him and gets to his feet, beginning a lagging run towards the nearest airport.

Syphon watches him, agape with wonder to what his enemy/friend may be doing... he decides to follow him. Sam, even with injuries creating steps of pain, still has a good distance already... and Syphon begins to run after him.



Sam can feel the pain in his chest. His ribs are cracked, likely broken... but in the face of fate, he can only spit into it once. And this time... is his only time. It's for him, and him only. No other fate-twisting persons shall intervene. It's his time now. His time to avoid disaster... one way or another.

You only can do one thing, his mind tells him from deep within. The machine says so. Traversing a body is a short-task deal... and you have to do everyhing right in that one time.

Sam doesn't care for being right, though; all he wants to do is one simple little thing... which may create a paradox. That paradox could tear apart people's minds.

I don't give a fuck, he tells himself. This is more important than paradoxes, this is more important than the world itself.



Syphon's heart is beating like a jackrabbit's -- he and Sam had nearly been battling for an hour, and now he found himself chasing after the psychotic bastard, who probably had no idea what he was doing. But he was Syphon's lone character like him in the world... so he would follow him just to see what he would do.

And that was exactly what he was doing now. As he crunches grass and ants beneath his wrestling boots, he can keep a clear view of the speedy Potright far in front of him.

Syphon stops for a second to catch his breath. He clutches at his chest, feeling a tingling, burning feeling as air resuscitates him, brings him back to life in a tiny, insignifigant way.

When he looks up again, though -- Potright's gone. Long gone, seemingly.



Syphon: Fucking A...



Syphon begins running again... chasing after a wild goose of a man.



Sam reaches the top of a small hill. As he crosses the crescendo of the top, he sees exactly what he wants to see -- the Columbus National Airport. And he can see the exact spot that he needs to be... a 1970 Pontiac Firebird. Two people are at the spot.



6:31.

Sam slams shut the trunk. He and Beth should have been at Hostile Takeover a few hours before, but a layover has left them late. Sam slides into the driver's side. He still isn't quite comfortable with sitting on this side -- for so long, Beth played the role of a chaffuer, and Sam had gotten used to that type of condition. However, Lunatic Pandora no longer plagues him. So now he drives the car.



Sam rushes down the hill. He has one chance at this -- he runs, and he dives through the open window on the driver's side... and into his July 6th self.



Sam looks up at the world around him... something seems different. As Beth enters the car, Sam removes the keys from the ignition.



Sam: How about you drive this time?



Beth: Um... okay...



The two of them exchange positions.



August 3rd's Sam Potright is pulled out of the body of his former self. He watches on as Beth and Sam switch places -- July 6th Sam kissing her on the cheek as she slides over his body and into the driver's seat. She slides the keys in, and August 3rd Sam looks around, spotting a clock among the windows of the airport. It's 6:31.

The car pulls off right in front of him... and heads towards the exit.

He knows what's coming next... and how painful it's going to be.



She pulls up and signals to turn. There's one car coming in quickly from down the highway, but it appears to be slowing down. Beth pulls out.

The car smashes into the passenger's side of the Firebird, spraying glass like ill-tasting wine from a person's mouth into the car. The windshield itself cracks and splits, one giant shard stabbing Sam right in his chest area -- right into his heart. He becomes the heavenly vampire, and now his source of life has been torn open. Beth's head raps wildly back and forth, but her seatbelt remains nicely fashioned to her body, keeping her from injuries other than a slight concussion.

Sam... however... is bleeding to death. It's the only injury on his body, but it is the exact one that was not needed.



Syphon reaches the top of the hill, and notices that there's nothing he can do. What he does notice is that the passenger's side of the Firebird is compacted in an ugly way.

He looks over... and sees Sam Potright on his knees, watching with disillusion at it all.



Syphon's Thoughts: He didn't succeed...



It's only when he sees Beth Potright exit the driver's side... that he realizes what has happened. Syphon's eyes flicker back at Sam... who's body seems faded against the dark ground. But that can't be right -- he turns his head back to the wreckage of the Firebird.

Beth reaches in and pulls a barely-moving Sam out.

Syphon's eyes go back to Sam in the parking lot. He seems to be fading even more.



Beth can't believe this is happening. No one deserves what's happening, especially not Sam. She rubs his arm, weeping softly... he's not really moving much anymore. She touches the shard of glass that has impaled his heart... she nearly screams in the disconsolation that the touch brings her.



Sam: Beth...



Beth leans over, frantic... bewildered.



Beth: What?



Sam: Beth... you cannot quit me so quickly...



Beth: Please... don't...



Sam: ... There's no hope in you for me... no corner... you could... squeeze me... but I got all the time... for you... love.



Beth: Anything but this. Just... please...



Sam: The space between... Beth... listen... Beth... the space between... The Space Between... Your heart and mine, is the space... we'll fill with time... The Space Between...



Beth: Oh, God....... why?



Sam: Beth... I'm feeling it all wrap away...



Syphon watches the August 3rd Sam, still in the parking lot...



Sam: I just want to let you know... that I love you. And I always will... even when I'm gone... I'll be over your shoulder... I'll be highlighting your face in the bright shine... of the sun... I'm forever loving you... forever.



Beth: I... I know.



She leans in. Instinct kicks in... and they kiss. Long... developing... warm, and keeping them both content with the situation at hand.

She leans back, ending the kiss, not wanting to ruin it... and runs a hand through his hair. He raises one hand... extends one finger... and wipes a tear from her young, clean cheek. The same cheek he's caressed many times before.

And he's gone.





Syphon looks over at the August 3rd Sam... who's on his feet. Sam raises a hand... salutes Syphon... and disappears.



Syphon: Oh God... he... he sacrificed... himself. He changed history. He changed it around... and now she's alive. But he's gone...



Syphon doesn't know how to react. The dearest, most powerful act of bravery... has eliminated someone that was so close to him.

He fumbles with an envelope tucked down the side of his tights.

He's not about to give up on him, though.

And that's when the first attack strikes him.

Beth's dead.

No, Sam's dead.

Beth is the one that died, you fool!

You just saw Sam die!

But you KNOW THE TRUTH!

THE TRUTH IS THAT SAM IS DEAD!

THAT IS A FALSE TRUTH TO DISQUISE THE REAL ONE! BETH POTRIGHT DIED!

SHE STANDS IN FRONT OF YOU!

HE'S STILL REALLY ALIVE!

NO, SHE IS!



Syphon: SHUT UP! LEAVE ME BE! LEAVE... ME BE!



Syphon rakes at his head, clutching it tightly, wanting nothing but for the arguing to stop.

So he stumbles backwards... and heads back to the time machine.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Time: 6:28.

Date: July 6th, 2001.



Fission hops out of the time machine. He sees Potright and himself fighting, battling back and forth... he sneaks around and runs off towards the highway. He scans the horizon for the perpetrator of the crime.

The sun's settling low once more. It's beginning to look like the exact moment of the day that she/he/someone died.

Rashard Clark! a voice from within him yells. You're asking for nothing more than a problem. A serious problem. You know that she's dead.

The rebuttal comes quickly and slams down on his head. He's the dead one, fool!

"Shut up," Fission mutters. He spots the car in the far distance, and turns back to see the situation that is taking place -- but the situation has long since ended. Sam Potright has sped off on his own two feet, overcoming his own physical problems to get there in time.

Fission looks back towards the highway. He could kill himself... but that would be the dumbest thing. He'll have to cut it close, though.

Fission runs out into the road. Elsewhere, a clock strikes 6:30.

The driver sees him and slams on the brakes, sending the car into a wild tailspin. Fission braces for impact, thoughts of Quinn racing through his head, burning into his eyes, into his heart...

And the car stops just short of striking him down like a professional wrestling Jesus Christ. The silence that exists is like that of space -- no words, no movements, everything is silent. There is no air passing through.

Until a truck speeds by, the driver tossing an empty beer bottle out his window. It shatters right next to Fission's boot. He looks down at the tobacco-stained sole of his right boot... and looks up at the speeding car.

What have I done? he asks himself.



She pulls up and signals to turn. There's one car coming in quickly from down the highway, but it appears to be slowing down. Beth pulls out.



When Syphon Fission went back and stopped the driver of the car... he turned history around in a tiny way. But it won't stay so tiny.

When the car stopped, not only did it allow a drunk driver to pass by it... it also made a 18-wheeler turn onto the highway and head in the opposite direction.



Beth sees the 18-wheeler and truck, heading in opposite directions, right towards the Firebird. She looks at Sam -- Sam looks at her. They know the dominating truth that's about to settle down.

She reaches over and hugs Sam as tight as she can.

The truck and 18-wheeler side-swipe the car from opposite directions. The wheeler takes out the hood and tears the hood of the car completely off, sending the engine and roof flying off to a ditch on the side. The truck spins the car around like a child's top, tossing Sam and Beth out of the car, heading towards the ground, the two of them still holding onto each other as tight as they can.

There's no way they're letting go.

As the roof flies like a dying bird towards the ditch, a long, thin piece of it dislodges and smacks against the pavement roughly, springing it back into the air.

It pierces the skin of Sam's back, shoves itself right through his angelic heart, out through his chest, and into Beth's chest.

Nearly instantly, Sam can feel the white light settle down on him. But, before it does... he takes his hand, and runs it through Beth's hair. She's already dead, the steel having cut her from life in less than a second. He smiles, a warm complacent smile. They hit the ground, rolling, their bodies already gone, but Sam's heart still has a few beats left...

He kisses her forehead.

And he dies.

Their bodies lay there, quiet alone. Complacent.

Intertwined...

Forevermore.



bones sinking like stones

all that we've fought for

homes, places we've grown

all of us are done for we live in a beautiful world

yeah we do

yeah we do

we live in a beautiful world






[fin]