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Dedicated to Gary Jenkins...
May your life get better, my friend...

----===----

(A car pulls up outside the lot.)

GP: This is what happened earlier today!

JT: You sound so fake.

Shallow: Shut up.

(Hardcore Isosceles Trapezoid exits from the front seat.. he throws
open
the back door and pulls out Beth Potright.)

HIT: Hey, camera-boy, get over here... look at this, Sammy. I've got
your little whore wife with me... all stitched up and feeling better.
But after tonight... it's all going to be opened up again. Heh heh...
see you in the building, Potty.

(HIT drags Beth off.... as the scene creeps into the office of Jamie
Kosoy once again.)

Chaffeur: You certainly took care of that "little" problem last week my
lord...

Jamie: Yes indeed... I disposed of that nusiance... now I am the only
ruler and the world is mine...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

(Suddenly we hear someone yell out.)

Voice: NOW RYAN!

(From outta nowhere springs Ryan King with a fish net. He lunges for
Jamie, but he sidesteps and uses some kinda magic or something to send
Ryan through the wall into the washroom.)

Voice: Dammit!

(From behind the door of the voice steps Jeff King.)

Jeff King: You are never gonna get away with murdering Kamie dammit!
NEVER!

Jamie: Oh yeah... what are you gonna do about it.

(Jeff begins to charge Jamie but the Chaffeur attacks him from behind
and starts the punishment. Blood drips from Jeff's mouth as the
Chaffeur
continues sending sharp boots to the ribs and face.)

Jamie: HHAHAH! Little soul... you have no idea the power of the Dark
Side!

Jeff: Uh...uh...sto-p-p-p-p-p.

(Jamie grasps Jeff by his throat and begins to choke the life from him.
Suddenly Ryan comes back in and tries to stop him, but Jamie uses his
air push to shove him back. With that sudden delay, Jeff catches a
breath as a voice rings out.)

Kamie Voice: Use the force Jeff...

Jeff: Um what?

Kamie Voice: USE THE FORCE!

Jeff: What the moo?

Kamie Voice: GOOD GOD MAN, GRAB THE DESK LAMP.

(Jamie is turning around as Jeff snatches the desklamp and in a split
second, smashes Jamie over the head. He stumbles back as Jeff evades a
punch from the chaffeur and nails him solidly with the lamp. He spins
around for Jamie, but he has managed to exit the office. Jeff goes on
hot pursuit, but fails as Jamie makes it to his limo and peels away.)

Jeff: Dammit... Ryan! RYAN!

(Ryan hobbles from the office.)

Jeff: Let's go... we got a match tonight.

(Fade to black...)

(A heartbeat...)

("IWO" flashes on the screen... another heartbeat.)

(Again, "IWO" flashes on the screen... another heartbeat.)

(Lightning crashes, but nothing happens. Suddenly, a very annoyed
animated Jamie Kosoy comes out with a big mallet and smashes the IWO
logo, causing it to erupt in flames for no apparent reason whatsoever.
Suddenly, "Enjoy the Silence" by Depeche Mode starts playing as the
black screen suddenly fades to scenes from the previous Hostile
Takeover.)

Gore(singing): Words like violence, break the silence...

(A scene cuts to a black and white picture of Sabastian Crow getting
the
Submission Deathlock while in the ropes.)

Voice(Parker): FISSION TAPS! FISSION TAPS!

(A scene cuts to Crow arguing with the referee.)

Gore(singing): Come crashing in, into my little world...

(Crow decks the referee.)

Voice(JT): He just LEVELS the ref with a right hand!

(A scene cuts to a black and white picture of Syphon Fission setting
Simon Seaman up.)

Gore(singing): Painful to me, pierce right through me...

(Syphon Fission is shown hitting Simon Seaman with the Death Plunge.)

Voice(Parker): FISSION GOT THE DEATH PLUNGE AND HE'S GOING FOR THE
COVER! ONE... TWO... THREEE!!!

(A scene cuts to Potright nailing an ultra-graceful fifteen foot Christ
Air on a prone Syphon Fission.)

Gore(singing): Can't you understand, oh my little girl?

Voice(Parker): 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!

(A picture of Fission in the cross as Potright celebrates his win.)

Gore(singing): All I ever wanted, all I ever needed... is here, in my
arms...

Voice(Parker): POTRIGHT'S DONE IT! POTRIGHT'S THE WORLD CHAMPION!

(A picture of Donnie Daze getting the War Within A Breath from
Potright,
then HIT appearing.)

Gore(singing): Words are very unnecessary...

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

(A picture of HIT holding Beth Potright hostage is shown.)

Voice(Beth): LET ME GO YOU STUPID SHAPE!

(A picture of HIT putting Beth in the Extraneous Solution. It then
fades
into Potright slapping on the Wall Breaker on Daze.)

Gore(singing): They can only do harm...

Voice(Parker): WALL BREAKER! WALL BREAKER IS LOCKED IN ON DONNIE DAZE!

(It fades to Potright holding the World Title in his arms.)

(Fade to black...)

("Enjoy the Silence" fades out as the scene cuts to the arena. Pyro!
Audience! Pop! Yeah! And we come live from the sold out United Center
in
Chicago, Illinois. "No Way Out" by the Stone Temple Pilots starts
playing as the screen pans throughout the audience. The screaming fans
just jump up with all of their signs and stuff and are all YAY and
stuff. Meygon stands in the ring, wearing the smallest little dress she
could find. And she has a lot of little dresses. After we see Meygon,
the camera then zooms in to catch Greg Parker, JT, and Johnny Shallow
sitting at the American Announcer's Table.)

GP: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the sold out United Center!
Welcome
to Monday Night Meltdown! And tonight, we're gonna have ourselves a
war!

JT: Yeah, we've got the battered new IWO World Champion, Sam Potright,
get a crack at the IWO North American champion, Joey Malone. And
Potright doesn't even have to put up the World Title.

Shallow: Hell yeah! Malone's been the longest running IWO North
American
champion since Spaz, but Potright's gonna be the brick wall in his
path!

(Pause...)

GP: ...but on a serious note. Last Hostile Takeover, a tragedy struck
when that bastard in a trenchcoat came in and burned our fellow
ringside
commentator, Nikki. We have a medical update for you, and the fact that
she's recovering from the burns and that she should be back for Hostile
Takeover. She is, however, traumatized. She's a tough lady, though, so
she should be back. Oh, yeah, JT. Her slapping hand is notably burned.

JT: YES!!!!!

GP: But she told me that I get to bitchslap you for her.

JT: NOO!!!!!

Shallow: In any case, we have great action tonight!

("Hemmorage(In My Hands)" by Fuel roars through the building, bringing
the crowd to their feet. Out steps the new champion, Sam Potright... he
looks around at the fans... and walks to the ring. From there, he grabs
a mic... and raises it to his lips.)

Potright: Y'know, right now... right here... I am on top of the world.

(The crowd cheers... and Potright waits for them to calm down.)

Potright: On Friday night, I accomplished something that was never to
be
believed when I began my singles career in October 1999... I became the
IWO's World Heavyweight Champion. Now, the true test can begin... can I
be as damn good as they want me to be? Can I stand up to the test? Can
I
take on the barrage of wrestlers thrown at me? Can I be... THE BEST?
We'll find out... but hedge your bets on me, kids. Because I'm going to
be going full-force... and when I go full force... NOBODY'S stopped me.

("I'm Gonna Whoop Yo' Ass" by The HIT hits, interrupting Potright.)

GP: Oh geez...

Shallow: The worst rap song in history is playing! We all know what
that
means...

(HIT appears on the IWO's SuperDuperMaxiTron (made in China).)

HIT: Don't be surprised to see me, Sam. And don't be surprised to
see...
these.

(He holds up the blood-stained knife and his barbed-wire protractor.)

HIT: How does it feel to not be able to do anything, Potright? You
can't
touch me from here... I'm all alone... except, for, of course...

(He steps out of the way. Beth's once again tied to a chair.)

Beth: Don't hurt me...

HIT: Your DARLING wife! Hee hee. This is so incredible... because you
have no idea how long I've waited to do this, Sam. Actually, you do...
those FIVE MONTHS, now almost six... that you left me to die. That you
left me to become nothing... but, baby, I'm BACK and BETTER THAN EVER!

Potright: I warn you, Trapezoid... if you even THINK about touching my
wife, I'll beat the shit out of you the first chance I get.

HIT: An empty threat...

(He slices the air with the knife.)

HIT: You don't even know where we are. But you'll know where I am at
WarCry... you'll know exactly where I'm going to be. In your face, as
you lie on the ground, blood draining from your skull... and that
absolutely TASTY blood of your slutty wife's mixing with it. See you
then, Potty. See you then.

(Static.)

(Potright leaves the ring and heads up the ramp...)

GP: Oh boy... Sam's wife is in the building, we know that much!

Shallow: Did you just figure that out, or did someone else inform you?

GP: Shut up.

JT: You.

Shallow: GUYS! Be calm... the night's only starting...

JT: Shut the fuck up, Shallow.

Shallow: :-(

GP: Aww, shit.

JT: What?

GP: We have just been informed that the match pitting the Youth against
Jade O'Dell and Kirk McClean has been cancelled due to family problems
on McClean's end.

Shallow: So that means?

GP: Yup. We have to go to commercial.

Shallow: =(

** COMMERCIAL BREAK **

GP: And we're back, and it's time for the opener!

JT: Hooray.

(Meygon is in the ring with her microphone.)

Meygon: This contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

("No Leaf Clover" by Metallica softly begins to play as Gunnar Smith
walks down the aisle.)

Meygon: He weighs in at 275 lbs! A former IWO World, North American,
and
many other titles champion, the master of the Dogg Collar and
Perfectionator......HE IS "GENETIC PERFECTION"
GUNNAR...................SMITH!!

(Gunnar hops through the ropes, looking ready to go.)

Meygon: AND HIS OPPONENT....

("Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen kicks in as the HIT appears.)

Meygon: From Salt Lake City, Utah........making his return to the
ring....THE HARDCORE ISOSCELES TRAPEZOID!!!

(The HIT recieves a healthy amount of boos from the crowd as he steps
between the ropes and charges Gunnar.)

*ding, ding, ding*

Shallow: And the Trapezoid wastes no time! He charges Gunnar, right
hand, another, another, Gunnar blocks a left, and takes the HIT down
with a hard right hand! The HardCore Isosceles Trapezoid simply cannot
match power with Genetic Perfection in this contest if he hopes to win.
HIT off the ropes, baseball slides between Gunnar's legs, hooks Smith
by
the waist, German suplex!

GP: Gunnar up quickly from the suplex, and he takes Trappy down hard
with a lariat! Gunnar picks up the Trapezoid, he has him over his right
shoulder, running powerslam from Gunnar Smith! He'll make an early
cover.....1.........2...........no! HIT able to kick away. Gunnar
continuing the pressure, chop to the chest, he shoots the HIT in,
Trapezoid leapfrogs Gunnar...

JT: HIT holds his ground......flapjacks Gunnar.....into a neckbreaker!
Beautiful move by the Trapezoid! HIT will follow up by going upstairs,
he waits on Gunnar to stand..moonsault press by the HIT! He hooks the
leg, 1.....AND GUNNAR KICKS OUT WITH AUTHORITY SENDING THE TRAPEZOID TO
THE FLOOR! WHAT A POWER DISPLAY BY GUNNAR SMITH!

Shallow: The HIT's in trouble on the floor as Genetic Perfection
follows
him out. Gunnar's got a chair, and he's stalking Trapezoid with it,
swing and a miss by Gunnar, and HIT dropkicks it right back in the
former G-Dogg's face! HIT drags him into position and hops up on the
apron...he runs down it.......somersault senton onto Gunnar! Smith is
clutching his ribs as the Trapezoid rolls back into the squared circle.

GP: HIT waiting on Gunnar as he rolls back in the ring, and throws a
series of stomps to the gut of Smith. The big man back up......and HIT
hooks him up....Michinoku Driver to Gunnar! HIT going back upstairs! He
extends his arms out crucifix style! He's going to try Potright's
Christ
Air! He's going to mock his mortal enemy! HIT leaps.......NOBODY HOME!
HIT took too much time setting up the Christ Air and Gunnar managed to
roll out of the way.

JT: Gunnar's going to capitalize here, he grabs the HIT, Full Nelson
Slams him down hard to the mat! Gunnar makes a cover, 1, 2, and the HIT
again kicks away! Gunnar picks the Trapezoid back up to a vertical
base,and a Russian leg sweep! Gunnar grabs an arm! He's trying to hook
in the Dogg Collar! HIT rolls outside the ring to break the attempt at
the Dogg Collar! Smart move there by HIT, because if Gunnar would have
gotten that locked in, this thing would have been over!

Shallow: Trapezoid hops back up on the apron, and delivers a shot to
the
gut of Gunnar, sunset flip over the ropes! He'll try and take Gunnar
over, but Smith's not budging! Gunnar throws a right hand, but HIT is
out of the way! The Trapezoid grabs the punching hand, and locks up the
other arm.....PUMPHANDLE POWERBOMB! HIT HOLDS THE PINNING PREDICAMENT!
THIS COULD BE ALL! 1.......2.......No! Gunnar kicks out at the two!

GP: Gunnar is slow to get up after the HIT's huge pumphandle powerbomb,
and HIT takes him back over with an Oklahoma Roll! Another pinning
predicament, it gets one, it gets two, and that's all as Gunnar kicks
out at 2.5! Gunnar up quickly and he runs over the HIT with a diving
shoulderblock! HIT falls hard! Gunnar picks him up by the hair and
scoops him up! This doesn't look good for HIT!

JT: YES! THE PERFECTION X-PRESS!!!! GUNNAR DRILLED HIT WITH HIS HUGE
SEATED TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! HIT bounced off the canvas! Gunnar Smith
calmly gets up after his huge move and covers the Trapezoid!
1..............2...............2.9! HIT KICKED OUT! GUNNAR SMITH IS
ABSOLUTELY LIVID! THE HARDCORE ISOSCELES TRAPEZOID JUST KICKED OUT OF
ONE OF GUNNAR SMITH'S PRIMARY OFFENSIVE WEAPONS!

Shallow: Gunnar's busy jawing with the referee as HIT gets back up!
Trapezoid hooks Gunnar! INVERTED DVD! Gunnar got drilled with that move
right on his head! The Trapezoid climbs to the top rope! SOMERSAULT
FROG
SPLASH! THE HIT JACKKNIFED HIS BODY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SOMERSAULT TO
GIVE HIM MAXIMUM TORQUE ON THE FROG SPLASH!
1............2..........GUNNAR GETS OUT AT 2.75!

GP: I can't get over that somersault frog splash! I don't know how the
hell Gunnar Smith kicked out of the damn thing! Gunnar is livid as he
gets to his feet and swings a big right hand! HIT ducks and lifts
Gunnar
on his shoulders.... ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP! HIT grabs the legs of Gunnar
and crosses them over into a Texas Cloverleaf! The HIT wrenching back
hard with the Cloverleaf!

JT: Gunnar Smith just countered! He used his leg strength to break it
and drive HIT face first to the canvas! HIT may be unconcious! Gunnar
grabs HIT's arm and throws it between his legs, and he wraps up the
other arm! He's got it locked in! The Dogg Collar is locked in tight!
The HIT is trying to figure out how to get out of the hold! He throws
his legs back, and his foot just reaches the bottom rope! HIT has saved
himself! The referee makes Gunnar break the hold!

Shallow: Gunnar Smith smiling as HIT is writhing in pain on the mat. He
signals for his Perfectionator! He double underhooks
HIT............YES!
PERFECTIONATOR! THE MOVE FORMERLY KNOWN AS THE DOGGINATOR DRILLS THE
HIT
TO THE CANVAS! THIS IS IT FOLKS! 1..........NOBODY KICKS OUT OF
THE......2..... PERFECTIONATOR! NOBO-NO! HIT KICKS OUT AT 2.99!!! HIT
KICKED OUT OF THE PERFECTIONATOR!

GP: Gunnar is yelling at the official! HIT comes up behind him and
hooks
his arms! He spins him around for a Tomikaze! Wait! He moves towards
the
turnbuckle and walks the ropes! TORNADO TOMIKAZE! HE CALLS THAT THE
SIGNIFICANT DIGITS! The HardCore Isosceles Trapezoid covers Gunnar
Smith! 1........2...........3! THE HIT TAKES IT WITH HIS NEW MOVE!

Meygon: Your winner, THE HARDCORE ISOSCELES TRAPEZOID!

GP: Great match there.

(Scene cut to the backstage, where Joey Malone has just now arrived in
the arena, wearing an Arizona Diamondbacks T-shirt with "Village Idiot"
written in the back, as well as a pair of jeans. He's carrying his gear
in a suitcase. Keri Lindum follows him, wearing a turquoise
short-sleeved shirt and knee-length black skirt.)

GP: Joey Malone's here!

JT: Well, you knew he would be.

(Malone walks up to Cyanide.)

Joey Malone: Hey, Cyanide.

Cyanide: Yeah, Joey?

Malone: You seen Trappy around?

Cyanide: Why the fuck should I give a shit about HIT?

Malone: Just answer the question, Cyanide...

(Cyanide pauses.)

Cyanide: I don't know. I just got here.

Malone: *sigh* Great.

(Malone and Keri walk off.)

Cyanide: Argh. I need a fucking tequila...

(Cyanide wanders off, as we head back to the ring.)

GP: Man, HIT is becoming pretty popular, huh?

JT: Yeah, right! A man that would do the shit he did to Beth will NOT
be
popular, thank you very much!

GP: We'll be back!

** COMMERCIAL BREAK **

(The IWO returns from commercial and head to the commentators.)

GP: Well, as you know by know, the Spaz Event haven't shown up as of
late so this next match was basically almost called on the fly. It is
the IWO World Tag Team Champs facing Deadly Sins.

JT: Yah yah, let's hurry up... this match won't be good anyways.

Shallow: I agree... Deadly Sins suck.

(The camera goes over to the ring where Meygon stands.)

Meygon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a tag match
scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first... the challengers...
they are, DEADLY SINS!!!!

(Some music we could care less for starts as this tag team walks out
and
tries to hype the crowd, but get booed like crazy. One of them even
gets
nailed with an old boot as they get into the ring.)

Meygon: And their opponents... the IWO WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPS...

(The crowd rises.)

Meygon: They are the SUICIDE KINGS!!!!!!!!!!!

("Between Angels and Insects" by Papa Roach starts up and the fans hit
their feet as the "Sheep Killer" Ryan King steps out with his title,
shortly backed by "Mr. Spontaneous" Jeff King. They look towards the
ring and suddenly charge it! They slide in and duck double clotheslines
and come off the ropes with double title shots to the face. They slide
them out as the bell rings and this one gets underway.)

GP: HERE WE GO BABY!

JT: Oh yay...

Shallow: Picking up the sarcasm...

JT: Well you should cause I'm laying it on pretty thick!

(They start out with Jeff and Jack. The two hook up and Jeff backs him
into a corner and tries to choke him, the ref comes off and tells Jeff
to break clean. Jeff raises his hands and slowly back up, but then he
fires off with a dropkick staright to face! Jack takes the impact so
hard, he goes over the top rope, rolling off the turnbuckle and
smacking
the hard concrete below.)

GP: Ohhhhhh

(Now Jake decides to leap in and attack Jeff from behind. He lands a
few
rights then sends him whipped into the ropes, Jeff reaches out as he
hits the ropes and tags Ryan. Ryan leaps to the top turnbuckle and
watches as Jeff leapfrogs over Jake and stops dead in his tracks. He
spins around as Jake is raising up and shoves him back. Jake gets ill
and starts back at Jeff, but out of nowhere Ryan enters the scene
bulldogging him from behind!!! The fans are cheering as the Kings mount
the turnbuckles and hold their arms up. They are literally destroying
Jake and Jack, Deadly Sins. Now Jack is sliding back in the ring and he
moves over to Jeff and pushes him from behind, sending him crashing to
the floor! Now Jake is back up and they say something to each other and
go over to Ryan who is still showboating. They hook him from behind and
execute a top rope doubleteam back suplex. Ryan folds up right on his
neck! Jake leaps on top of him and Jack does as well as the ref slides
over.!)

1.......


2......Kickout!

(The Deadly Sins can't believe it. They lift Ryan back up and set
themselves up...OH WHAT A MOVE! A sweep together with a spinning heel
kick! It almost pulled Ryan's body apart! Jack falls down for the pin
as
Jake turns his back to gloat early about the win. Suddenly Jeff appears
on the top rope!)

1......


2........


3.....NO!!!

(Jeff comes off with a legdrop across the back of the head, stopping
the
count. Jake turns around and see's Jeff right before he nails the
standing side kick! Jeff lifts him right back up after the jaw shaker
and spins him around like a tornado, ending up in the position and
nailing a reverse flowing DDT!)

GP: I think the Kings are ready to wrap this one up early...

JT: Thank God.

Shallow: Is that chick winking at me?

(Jeff pulls Ryan up and tells him to set Jake up on his shoulders as
Jeff mounts to the top turnbuckle once again! Ryan does his part and
moves over... they are set...could be...YES! FLIP THE SWITCH! A
ELECTRIC
CHAIR DROP, TORNADO DDT COMBO FROM THE TOP! Both men are down as the
Kings decide they aren't done yet... they signal to the top once
more...
and there they go! Both on opposite corners and they come flying off...
DOUBLE FROGSPLASH! THE DOUBLE PIN!)

1........


2..........


3............!!!!!!!!!! DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GP: And the Kings pull of yet another win and in quick time!

JT: It wasn't long... the Kings are on a roll lately.

(Suddenly the lights dim as a siren plays, much like RTC as the same
sign comes on the IWO-Tron. Suddenly a group of men and women walk out
wearing shits...they read... "PETA"? They charge the ring with picket
signs that say... "Stop the Killing." MY GOD!)

GP: OH MY GOD! ANIMAL RIGHTS ORGINIZATION, PETA IS BEATING THE HELL OUT
OF THE KINGS!!!

JT: HAHAHAHA! THIS IS CLASSIC!

(In the ring the Kings are motionless as this group of the PETA Makes
their way to the back again... man they did a number.)

(We cut to the sidewalk outside of the arena, where a man in a brown
trenchcoat proceeds walk past. A woman with a dog passes. The dog,
stops
and starts to bark wildly at the man. The dog gets loose and bites the
trenchcoat man in the back of the leg. He turns around sharply and
grabs
the dog by the neck.)

GP: Oh, fuck. It's that jackass who burned Nikki!

JT: Man, what the hell do we need from him, now?

(The man in the brown trench coat proceeds to take his longest nail on
his index finger and run it up and down the neck of the dog. The woman
who owns the dog screams, and runs for help. He takes his fingernail
and
slowly digs into the flesh of the dog. The poor pup howls loudly as the
man in the trenchcoat walks down the street and goes into an alley.)

JT: What the hell is this asshole doing!?

(He takes his fingernail, and proceeds to rip the skin off of the dogs
chest. He peels it back, as blood trickles down from the cut, and
dampens the dog's fur. He finds blood on his fingers, and licks it off.
He viciously slaps the dog in the face waking it up. The small brown
eyes of the puppy look at him, begging for mercy.)

Shallow: Ewwww!!! SICK!

(The man in the trenchcoat grabs the dogs back leg and snaps it. He
does
the same to the other back leg. Dropping him on the ground, he watches
the dog try to run away from him, but collapse from pain. Giving the
dog
a swift kick in the ribs, he picks him back up, and kisses the dog on
the lips. The dog bites him, and squirms.)

JT: What the FUCK!? What kind of human does THIS!?

(He slams the dog down on the hard ground. A small whimper escapes the
jaws of the puppy dog. The man in the trenchcoat takes a little of the
blood on his finger and drops little driplets into the dogs eyes,
making
it unable to see.)

GP: Oh... my holy... GOD...

(He stoops down, and digs his fingernails into the dogs neck, pulling
slightly so that the skin around the neck rips slowly. All the blood
that flows from the dogs neck he reaches down and sucks off. He reaches
his hand inside the hole in the now dead dogs neck, and pulls out it's
esogaphus. The man in the trenchcoat licks the organ slowly, and
lightly
with his tounge. He again reaches down into the opening of the neck,
and
removes a lung. Then a few cords from the small intestines. And then,
the heart.)

JT: Ugggghhh... *vomits*

(The man looks over his work, and laughs, a short and proud laugh. As
he
reaches over to the dogs jaw, and breaks it open, so that the tounge
hangs out loosely. He nibbles on the tounge some, and then picks up the
carcass of the dog and throws it in a nearby trash can. He proceeds to
walk out of the alleyway as oncoming police stop by.)

(Fade to static...)

GP: .......folks, we'll be back...... holy god....


** COMMERCIAL BREAK **

JT: I don't think I'm gonna recover from that...

GP: None of us will. That was just sickening...

(The scene cuts to Potright as he storms outside the building... where
he sees a car with a perfectly shaped triangle on the side. We
instantly
know who's car this has to be... and the motor's still running! He runs
back inside... and begins listening to the inside of the rooms. He puts
his ear to one door...)

X-Ball: OH YES, DAN KORDIC, GIVE IT TO ME!

(He backs away in fright and disgust. He goes to the next door...)

Jamie: Now that I have rid the Earth of Kamie... now to rid the world
of
Vince McMahon... it's all going according to plan. Mwa ha ha...

(Potright slowly, quietly backs away from this door. He goes to another
one.)

HIT: Quit yer crying, bitch... this'll hurt only for a second... just
let the good Dr. Trapezoid make an exact angular cut...

(Potright smiles evily. Then he looks around at the hallway... it's big
enough to fit an eighteen-wheeler through.)

Shallow: What is this idiot thinking?

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

(The camera's still in HIT's room. He has the knife, and is stalking
around Beth, who's still tied to the chair... in one hand, is the knife
he used to cut her before. In the other hand, the protractor.)

HIT: Now... my mouth's getting a bit dry...

Beth: If you even lay a finger on me...

HIT: You'll what? Cut out of the chair? I don't plan on letting go of
this knife. And I know that your nails can't cut through it. Face it,
Beth... you're stuck. Kind of like how you're stuck-up....

(There's the sound of a car backfiring somewhere outside...)

HIT: Now... should I cut you on the other side? Or maybe I should just
reopen the wound... so many choices, so little time!

** BAM!! **

HIT: WHAT THE HELL?!

JT: IT'S HIS CAR! IT'S HIS CAR!

(Someone rolls down the window... with blue-streaked hair.)

Lunatic Pandora: IT'SSSSSSS SHOWTIME!

Shallow: IT'S THAT PSYCHO LUNATIC BASTARD! HE JUST DROVE THROUGH THE
FRIGGIN' HALLWAY AND CRASHED INTO THE DRESSING ROOM! THIS GUY'S NUTS!

GP: What tipped you off to that?

(Pandora climbs out of the car... HIT climbs over it, goes through his
sunroof, and pops open the trunk. He squirms out of the backseat, and
through the trunk, getting the hell out of Dodge.)

JT: Very flexible for a pro wrestler/teacher...

GP: Well, he's scared shitless! Pandora goes over to Beth...

(Potright runs a hand through his hair, wiping away the blue. He pulls
a
blue spray paint can out of his pocket and tosses it in the corner.)

Shallow: What was that about it being Pandora?

GP: Well I'll be damned...

(Potright begins untying Beth... )


** COMMERCIAL BREAK **

GP: Well, we have the undefeated after two matches... Kent Anthason...
against Erik Blake. Erik lost his TV title match against AWS Man (Also
known as Bill) at Hostile Takeover. VP Ford took him down to fight a
rookie.

Shallow: Anthason is good, though. I have this match in favor for him.

(Meygon makes her way into the ring.)

Meygon: This match is scheduled for one-fall. Coming first to the
ring... ERIIIIIK BLAAAAKE.

("Last Resort" by Papa Roach plays throughout the arena as he makes his
way down the ramp, a few pyro's go off. Erik get's a small reaction
from
the crowd.)

Meygon: Coming at this time. He's is the rookie sensation...
KKEEEENNNTTT AANNNTTTHHAAASSOOONN.

("When It All Goes Wrong Again" by Everclear sounds as Kent comes out
and makes his way down to the ring with a nice sized pop from the
crowd.)

* ding, ding, ding *

GP: Kent and Erik start up in a lockup.

(Kent and Erik lockup. Erik gets the better hand and slings Kent into
the ropes. Kent rams his shoulder into Erik, knocking him down. Kent
bounces off the other set of ropes, and then proceeds to give a body
press to Erik who had gotten back up.)

JT: Kent starting things off pretty good. Where's Nikki, again?

Shallow: DUMBASS! She's in the hospital.

JT: Oh yeah.

(Kent pulls Erik to his feet, and gives him a right to the jaw. Erik
retaliates with an elbow to the sternum. Another. Blake gives Kent a
left. And then a right. Blake slings Kent into the ropes and bends over
waiting for a back body drop. Kent bounces back and rams into Erik who
slings him up in the air, and over his head. Kent grabs on to the neck
of Erik Blake coming down and gives him a hard neck breaker.)

GP: DID YOU SEE THAT? KENT JUST GOT THROWN OVER BLAKE FROM A BACK BODY
DROP, AND ON THE WAY DOWN,
DELIVERED A NECK BREAKER.

JT: Wasn't that great. Anthason's a chump.

Shallow: He could kill you...

(Kent sits up, and then stands to his feet. Blake is doing the same
thing, at a slower pace. Kent grabs Blake and spins him around. Knee to
the stomach. One arm around the neck. And blam...! single armed DDT.)

Shallow: DDT to Erik Blake. Kent is going to the second turnbuckle.

GP: Flying elbow drop.

(Kent with an off the second turnbuckle elbow drop. Kent covers. 1....
2.... KICKOUT, by Erik Blake.)

JT: I hate this Anthason guy. He's so cocky.

GP: No, he isn't, JT. He hasn't said anything too cocky.

JT: Too cocky is right. Just wait till Hopkins gets him at HT.

(Kent flings Erik to his feet, and slings him into a turnbuckle. Kent
jumps up onto the second turnbuckle, and plants lefts and rights into
the face of Blake. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. Kent jumps off the
turnbuckle, and delivers a big right hand to Blake. Kent whips Erik out
of the corner, and slings him to the other corner, but Blake reverses
with an Irish whip. Kent hits the turnbuckle hard. Erik Blake follows
up
by slamming into him.)

Shallow: This match goes to Blake, now.

JT: Good.

Shallow: Shut up, JT.

(Blake goes back to the other corner, and runs foward slamming into
Kent
again. Kent stoops lower in the turnbuckle. Erik goes back to the
turnbuckle, charges, and tries to hit Anthason again. Kent gets out of
the corner before, and charges at Blake. Inverted Slingshot Suplex by
Kent Anthason.)

GP: Nice Inverse Slingshot by Anthason.

(Kent stomps on Blake a little, before pulling him up, and planting him
with a leg sweep. Kent bounces off the ropes, and splashes Erik. Kent
pulls him up again, but a lowblow from Erik Blake sends Kent doubling
over, while Erik plants Anthason with a fameasser.)

GP: This match is turning Blake, again.

JT: YES!

(Blake stomps on Kent, before pulling him up and shoving him into the
ropes. He comes back with a spine buster to Anthason. Anthason gets
back
up, slowly. As Erik throws him into the ropes once again. Kent hits the
other ropes, with Blake behind him to give him a clothes line to the
outside, but Kent bounces on the second rope and leapfrogs over Blake.
Anthason spears Erik, and he flies to the outside.)

GP: Anthason is looking to finish this off. He's on the top rope, and
targeting Blake...

(Kent leaps off the top rope to the outside, and hits a Suicidia
Shooting Star press on Erik Blake. Anthason slides Blake back into the
ring and follows. Kent clams a hand on the abs of Blake, he reaches
between the legs clamping his hand on Blakes back. Anthason lifts and
slams him down hitting the INTERLUDE! (Inverted Clenching Slam)

GP: HAH, JT... LOOK AT THAT. THE INTERLUDE! Anthason pins!

JT: NO!

Shallow: My bet's about to get answered.

(Anthason pins... 1.... 2.... 3!!!!!)

Meygon: YOOOOOUUURRRR WWWWIIIINNNEEEERRRR..... KEEEENNNNTTTT
AAAANNNTTTHHHAAASSSOOONNN.

(Kent gets up on the turnbuckle and celebrates his victory. While "When
it all goes wrong again" by Everclear plays.)

** COMMERCIAL BREAK **

GP: And we're back.

JT: Insert smartass JT remark here.

GP: Huh?

JT: Nevermind.

GP: Fans, right now we're going to have a match that many people are
looking on from the back with a sort of tear in their eye. Currently,
Shawn Arrows is going to be leaving our promotion, and although he may
have been ridaculed inside the federation, he was still a huge part of
this organization, and he will be terribly missed.

JT:Hey, Arrows, I tip my cap to you...

(We fade into the ring, as Meygon stands, holding a microphone,
because... what else would she be holding, a banana?)

*ding, ding, ding*

Meygon:This next match, is scheduled for one fall, and has a fifteen
minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Port Lucie, Florida,
and weighing in at 222 pounds, he is a former IWO Television and
Pacific
Champion... here is... Adam... Wars!

("Dragula" by Rob Zombie hits the pa system as the fans give Wars a
very
mediocre reaction. He slides into the ring.)

Meygon:And his opponent, he hails from Greensburo, North Carolina, and
is considered the IML2 Legend. He's only the second man to ever hold
the
now defunct Atlantic Championship, and is considered, by many, to be
very underrated. Going into his last match of his career, it is kind of
fitting that we are located in Chicago tonight, the location of many of
his famous battles... He weights in tonight at 234 pounds, and is the
master of the Arrow-Shot DDT.... Here is SHAWN... ARROWS!

("Iron Man" by Black Sabbath kicks in, as a huge pop is heard from the
crowd. Arrows stops at the top of the rampway, gazes down at the crowd
chanting his name, and soaks in the applause.)

GP:The last time Arrows walks down that rampway, and it's in the United
Center. The place where people like Michael Jordan ended their
career...
the place...

Shallow:We get the point Parker, let's just get to the match...

(Arrows slides into the ring, as Wars immediatly takes it to him with a
shot to the back of the head.)

*Ding, ding, ding*

GP:Wars' not wasting anytime, sending Arrows off the ropes, coming
back,
and recieving one hell of an elbow shot from Arrows.

JT:Wars stumbles backwards, and recieves a huge dropkick from Arrows
sending him down.

(Both men get to their feet quickly, as Arrows takes Wars into the
corner with a fierce right hand. Arrows begins to hammer him with kicks
to the midsection, and then climbs up, begining the ten count punch.)

GP:And Arrows is getting a huge pop, as he hammers Wars head with right
hands ten times...

(Wars, regaining his strength, comes out of the corner, carring Arrows,
and then flapjacks Arrows onto the turnbuckle face first.)

JT:Vicious!

Shallow:Arrows was just dropped face first. Wars on top with the cover.

(The referee counts one, two, and then Arrows grabs the bottom rope.
Wars gets up, angry about the count, begins to yell at the referee.
Arrows, who is up rather quickly after the hellacious blow, waits for
Wars to turn around. Arrows decides that takes to long, taps Wars on
the
shoulder. Wars turns around, is thrown up into the air..)

GP:ARROW SHOT DDT! DEAR GOD! ARROWS JUST DESTROYED ADAM WARS! ADAM WARS
HAS OFFICIALLY PERISHED OFF THIS EARTH!

(Arrows dives on top of Wars, as the referee drops his hand once,
twice,
and a final time. Arrows climbs to his feet, and raises his arms in
triumph.)

JT:And Shawn Arrows has defeated Adam Wars...

GP:Goodbye Arrows. It was a career that will be remembered, no matter
what you say...

Shallow:This is the man who beat Phelen Kell, this is the man who took
High Flyer to the limit. This is the man who helped make the IML2
successful, and we wish him luck, wherever he goes...

** COMMERCIAL BREAK **

(Scene opens up in the backstage area. Joey Malone, along with Keri,
walks into the wreckage of what used to be HIT's room. Joey, now
wearing
his wrestling gear, looks around.)

Joey Malone: Oh Trappy! Trappikins! Where are you?

(Joey looks around.)

Keri Lindum: My my my... what happened here?

Malone: Oh, I think that a homicidal geometric shape was holding a
poor,
innocent woman hostage in here, and he was all "GRR, I SHALL CUT YOU
UP". But meanwhile, this other psychopath, with a second, more brutal
personality, overheard their voices, so he was all "I MUST SUCCEED" and
so he got the keys to a car, figured out exactly how to drive into the
hallway, and drove right in, crashing through the door. Then they lived
happily ever after!

Keri: That's the stupidest thing I ever heard in my life.

Malone: Isn't it, though?

(They walk away, the cameras still following them. Finally, Joey stops
to talk to someone else.)

Malone: Oh Evan! Evanity Evan!

President Levine: Oh god... what the hell do you want?

Malone: Where is Trappy?

Levine: You mean HIT? Why should I tell you? You've already cost me
thousands in medical bills because of all of the beatings you and your
CGI friends have given me.

Malone: Because if you don't, umm... Keri will telepathically bitchslap
you!

Keri: Umm, Joey... I don't do that any more.

Malone: What?

(Levine throws his hands up in the air.)

Levine: Get the hell away from me, you weirdo. You're now facing
Potright in a no DQ match. Have fun.

(Levine walks away, leaving Malone and Keri alone.)

Malone: Was it something I said?

Keri: Who knows.

(Fade to the announcers.)

GP: Man, if Potright wasn't enough for HIT, now he's got Malone looking
for him.

JT: Ha! Malone couldn't find his own shoes, let alone the Hardcore
Isosceles Trapezoid.

Shallow: INCOMING COMMERCIAL BREAK!

JT: AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

** COMMERCIAL BREAK **

GP: Fans, get ready for a match you soon won't forget!

JT: What are you talking about?

GP: I just want to let people know that this will probably be a good
match.

Shallow: Parker, I would hope that the match would speak for itself.
And
that the people at home wouldn't need your reassurance.

GP: Well what do you want me to say? Watch the match?

Shallow: I have an idea. Why don't you just stop talking at all until
the match actually starts.

GP: Well… Okay.

JT: Wow, I can't shut him up like that!

Shallow: I've got good people skills.

GP: *silence*

JT: Hey, Greg, tell your mom I said hi!

GP: *silence*

JT: hehehehehehehehehe!

Shallow: That wasn't funy…

JT: Oh.

Shallow: Let's get to the match.

Meygon: This next match is scheduled for one fall. Entering first, Ben
Archer!

(The crowd pops as Deep Purple's "Smoke on the Water" starts up over
the
PA system. Ben Archer steps through the curtains receiving a louder
pop.
Archer starts making his way down the entrance ramp, he slides into the
ring, and stretches his arms a bit.)

GP: Ben Archer is a talented man. Within his first week in IWO, he won
the Television Title.

JT: HEY! Did we say you could talk?!

GP and Shallow: Shut up, JT.

JT: :-(

Shallow: I have to agree with you on Ben Archer, Parker. He's got allot
of in-ring skill, and know-how.

Meygon: And introducing next, he is the current Extreme Champion...
Sabsatian… Crow!

(At this, the crowd starts to boo. "Enter Sandman" by Metallica hits,
and Crow steps out of the entrance curtains. Around his waist, is the
Extreme Title, and in his right hand is an iron pipe. Crow starts down
the ramp, toward the ring. He points at archer with the pipe, then
performs a "cutting the neck" motion.)

GP: This man has made another huge impact on IWO.

Shallow: Yep. He's also got great ability in the ring. We've seen him
take on some big names in the past few weeks here. And he could be the
first person to ever get the Extreme Title so early in his career.

JT: CROW WILL KIL ARCHER!

(Crow slides in the ring, and immediately takes down Archer with the
pipe.)

**Ding Ding Ding**

GP: There's the bell. I'd like to remind everyone that this match is
Hardcore rules, but not for the Extreme title.

Shallow: Some might actually think of this as a practice match for
Archer. If he can defeat Crow, he's ready for the Mysterious One. But
either way, he's taking on the masked man. If he's ready, or if he's
not.

(Crow picks up Archer by his hair. He drags Archer up to about the
level
of his Waits. He then raises the pipe, but Archer gives him a right
hook
in the gut, cause Crow to drop the pipe. Again, Archer hit's Crow with
a
right, then a left, then another right. Until Crow stumbles backwards.
Archer then whips Crow into the ropes. He ducks, hoping Crow will run
into his head, but Crow counters with a running DDT. Crow then goes for
an early cover.)

GP: One.. Tw- Kickout!

JT: STUPID REF! THAT WAS THREE!

Shallow: That was barely two JT.

JT: Oh, so you're on the ref's side?

GP: JT… That was clearly a one and a half count.

JT: It's a conspiracy… You are all out to get me!

(Sabsation Crow tosses Ben Archer into a corner, then charges at him.
Crow runs for Archer, but is surprised (and hurt) when Archer grabs the
pipe, and gets Crow in the stomach. Sabastian cringes in pain, giving
Archer time to get to his feet. Archer backs himself into the ropes,
and
just as Crow gets to his feet, Archer brings him back down with a
flying
clothesline. Archer then turns Crow over, and gets him in a
Sharpshooter. The fans pop.)

GP: ARCHER HAS SABASTIAN CROW IN HIS OWN MOVE!

JT: HEY! BEN ARCHER IS A THIEF! THAT'S SABASTIAN'S MOVE!

(The crowd pops as Ben Archer continues to hold in the Sharpshooter.
Crow makes it to the ropes, but Archer won't let go. Ben finally let's
Crow go, as the ref starts to yell at him. Ben is trying to explain
something to the ref, and Crow takes advantage. Crow reaches for the
iron pipe, then low blows Archer from behind!)

GP: LOW BLOW!

(Archer reaches for the top rope in pain, Crow then lunges at him with
the pipe. Sending Archer over the rope. Sabastian slides out of the
ring, and starts walking over to Archer, who has his back turned
against
Crow. Crow taps Archer on the shoulder, then makes a fist. Archer turns
around and smacks Crow with a chair, sending Crow over the crowd
barrier. Crow hops on the barrier, and leaps off, flying onto Crow.)

(We cut to the Mysterious One's dressing room. The fans let out a huge
pop. The Mysterious One is watching the match on his TV. Cut back to
the
ring.)

GP: It looks like the Mysterious One is sizing up Archer. This is huge!

Shallow: I don't get why al of you people are so exited that The
Mysterious One came back.. He's just getting by on his name. We've
haven't seen him wrestle in a long time, he could have lost his touch.

JT: Well, there was the match he had with Flyer a few months ago.

Shallow: That wasn't the real Mysterious One, moron.

(The camera picks up the match, which has made it's way backstage.
Archer just the Crow into a wall. Now he's stomping away at the Extreme
Champion. He is stopped by an immigrant selling coats.)

Immigrant: YOU BUY! YOU BUY!

GP: What's this?

JT: HAHAHAHAHA! It's some stupid persionese person selling coats!

Immigrant: PRICE GOOD! YOU BUY! YOU WEAR!

(Archer grabs the immigrant and slams his head onto Crow's. The
immigrant falls down. Archer then bulldog's Sabastian into a popcorn
machine.)

GP: OH MY!

Shallow: Is that physically possible? To bulldog someone into a popcorn
machine? Oh well…

(At this, Archer has busted open Crow. The match is over. Oh.. Wiat..
This isn't a first blood match.. Whoopsies.)

(Archer starts to whip Crow into a wall, but Crow counter and whips
Archer into the wall.Crow then runs for Archer, who ducks, so Crow, in
turn, hit's the wall. The two brawl until they reach some curtains, the
step into the curtains to find the are on the raised IWO entrance
platform near the edge. It's raised about 20 feet above the ground. Ben
looks down the edge, then back at Crow, who is charging toward him.
Crow
charges right into Archer and knocks him down with a clothesline. Then,
suddenly, Shawn Arrows comes out of absolutely NOWHERE with a low
blow.)

GP: WHAT THE HELL?! ARROWS WITH A LOW BLOW TO CROW!

(Archer then sets up for his finisher, The ArC!)

JT: Wait! Here it comes! YES! THERE IT IS! THE ARC!!

(Archer has Crow set up, then leaps off the platform, crashing into
sound equipment.)

GP: OH MY GOD!

(The referee and the cameraman make their way down there to see what
happened. Everyone is surprised to find Archer with a cover on Crow.)

GP: One… Two… THREE!

*ding, ding, ding*

GP: Archer just upset Crow, with the help of Shawn Arrows!

Meygon: The winner of this contest... BEEENNNN ARCHER!!

JT: Good thing it wasn't for the title!

Shallow: JT?

JT: Yeah?

Shallow: Shove it¦

JT: :-(

GP: WHAT A MATCH!


** COMMERCIAL BREAK **

GP: Well, now what...

(IWO chants are sounding out all over the arena.)

GT: Wow! We have a such a rowdy crowd tonight, Looks like they are
ready
for some more action.

JP: Sure does........Hey Shallow?

Shallow: What now?

JP: Are you ready??

Shallow:.........

(Before he can answer the lights go out. A rumbling noise surrounds the
arena, sending the crowd into a frenzy...)

Voice of ?¿?: are...you...ready???

JP: Wow! That was weird!

Shallow: Hey! That Prick cut me off....

(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...)

(...The awkward silence is broken by an explosion of fireworks. "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.)

?¿?: Well, well, well Archer...........looks like you are all alone
now.
While I was away I noticed a trend in your success. Every time Shawn
Arrows was around, you seemed to come out on top even in the most
difficult situations. Hence the Television title reign you had.
Cowardice will get you nowhere with me Archer. I am sick a tired of
people like you hiding behind other people all the time. YOU PEOPLE
MAKE
ME SO MAD!!!! You talk all the talk but you don't do any of the
walking.
You wanted a reason for my attacking you last week and I gave you one
on
Takeover. However, now my mission to to show you that you are nothing
but a gutless and spineless COWARD!!!

(huge pop)

JP: Wow! I think this guy is royally pissed!

Shallow: What gave you that idea?

JP: Oh shut up!

?¿?: Like I was saying....I can't stand people like you Archer! You run
from your fears and expect other people to control your life. Success
never came to anyone who didn't take matters into there own hands. You
act big and tough in your promos, Archer, but from what I've seen
recently you are nothing but a COWARD!! And I dare you to prove me
wrong!! However, I doubt you will even continue to wrestle here now
that
you precious mentor is gone....Ha! Ha! Ha!. But you aren't going
anywhere until I have proven that you are a nothing.....

(Crowd erupts with applause)

GT: This guy really knows how to get the crowd going!

Shallow: Yeah! However, he is doing it at the expense of Ben Archer

JP: So what? I don't see Archer out here doing anything about it!

(Suddenly the house lights begin to flicker between clear and golden)

GT: Damn JP, can't you just keep your mouth shut for once?

JP: Hey! How was I supposed to know?

(The lights begin to flicker faster and faster)

GT: That is beginning to annoy me.

Shallow: Tell me about it! Who's doing this anyway?

(The house lights fade and a blinding spotlight shines into the middle
of the ring and blinds ?¿?)

Shallow: You see that? The Mysterious one seems to be in a trance. He
is
a sitting duck!

VOICE: ........What I've felt.............What I've
known...................

JP: Ah crap! More scary voices!

VOICE:..............I've never shined through what I've
shown...........................

JP: Look! Look! Behind ?¿?.....It's It's.................

Shallow: ARCHER!!! ARCHER HAS APPEARED!!!!

GT: Wait! Is that Archer?

JP: Of course it is, why wouldn't it be?

GT: I don't know. He looks different somehow. His eyes! They look
empty!

(Archer is standing behind the hypnotized ?¿? with a microphone)

Archer:......Never be..............Never see...............won't see
what
might have been.................Never me!.............NEVER
FREE.................

GT: I've heard those words before somewhere!

Archer:..........So I dub thee.................UNFORGIVEN!!!!

(Archer tosses down the microphone and punches ?¿? in the ribs and
hooks
his head)

Shallow: OH GOD!! ARCHER HAS THE MYSTERIOUS ONE IN THE POSITION!!!!

GT: IT'S PAYBACK TIME!!!!

(Archer lifts ?¿? into the air and the cameras begin to flash)

JP: ArC! OH HELL! ARCHER IS GONNA HIT THE ArC ON A HELPLESS ?¿?!!

(Archer jumps into the air and nails ?¿? with his trademark finisher,
The ArC)

JP: DEAR GOD!!

Shallow: Guys! Get a load of that look in Archer's eyes!

GT: I told you! He is a changed man!

JP: Fans! We'll be right back.....

(The camera fades with Archer standing over ?¿? and laughing)


** COMMERCIAL BREAK **

JT: Well, next up we've got Donnie Daze taking on LiGiL. Oh boy…

GP: What's wrong with that match?

JT: Sounds REALLY stupid to me.

Shallow: No one cares what you think, JT!

JT: Hey! Shut up!

Shallow: Whatever…

GP: Quiet! The match is starting!

Meygon: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a standard
rules match! Entering first, he is a former IWO Extreme, United States,
and Pacific champion, he is…DONNIE DAZE!

(Donnie comes out to large pop from the fans, and slides into the
ring.)

Meygon: And his opponent, he is….LIGIL!

(LiGiL comes out to a great deal of heat.)

JT: Why are these stupid fans booing?

GP: That's because he's a bad guy whose friends with guys like Evan
Levine!

JT: So? Evan is DA BOMB!

GP: You’re an idiot, you know that?

JT: :^=(

Shallow: Yeah, you cry!

JT: Fine!

(The scene switches back to the ring. Donnie grins, and then grapples
LiGiL! He then manages to perform a side to back suplex on him and the
fans give a pop! Donnie lifts him up, only to be low blowed as the fans
return with some heat!)

JT: Why are the fans booing LiGiL?

Shallow: Cause he's hated, you moron!

JT: Oh…shut up!

Shallow: Make me!

JT: Never mind…

Shallow: Good.

GP: Let's focus on the match, guys!

Shallow & JT: OK!

(LiGiL lifts up Donnie Daze and Scoopslams him hard onto the canvas!
The
fans give major heat! Then, LiGiL does a sleeper hold on Donnie Daze,
but Donnie reverses it into an Armbar! LiGiL grits his teeth as he
holds
back the pain and fans pop!)

JT: That's cheap!

GP: What do you mean? That's a standard move!

JT: So why isn't the low blow one?

GP: Because it hits the opponent in a very personal area!

JT: Oh…

Shallow: Yeah, you stupid bum!

JT: Nikki would smack you for that!

(Nikki suddenly appears.)

Nikki: No, I'd smack YOU!

(Nikki smacks JT and walks away.)

JT: Ow!

Shallow: Ha!

GP: Back to the match!

(Donnie lifts up LiGiL and then suplexs him! He then goes for the pin!)

Ref: 1…2…

(Reversal!)

Ref: 1…

(Donnie kicks out!)

JT: Wow! LiGiL nearly got the pin!

GP: Not really. It was just a one count.

JT: Quiet you!

GP: :=(

JT: Heh!

(Shallow punches JT!)

Shallow: Whose laughing now?!

JT: Ouch! :^=(

(Donnie is lifted by LiGiL, who promptly full body slams him! The fans
give major heat as LiGiL does this again, and again! Then, he performs
a
german suplex on a weakened Donnie Daze!)

Ref: 1…2…

(Donnie Daze kicks out!)

GP: Near fall on Donnie!

JT: That's my LiGiL!

GP: Oh shut up!

JT: Fine! Wait..

GP: You promised!

Shallow: Ha!

JT: NOOO!

GP: SHUT UP!

JT: Fine :^=(

(Donnie Daze gets up and spears LiGiL! The fans Pop and he starts to
punch LiGiL several times while he's down on the mat! The fans then pop
as he Irish Whips LiGiL into the turnbuckle! But when he's about to
turnbuckle splash LiGiL, he gets a boot to the face! The fans give
heat!)

GP: Damn it! LiGiL needs to cheat to win!

Shallow: Yeah!

JT: ….

GP: Heh, he's actually doing it!

Shallow: That's good

JT: …

Shallow: Are you an idiot JT? Say 'No' if you aren't!

JT: …

Shallow: Heh. Moron!

(Donnie Daze then is grabbed from behind by LiGiL and put in a
headlock!
He waves his arms around, trying to break the hold! The ref asks if
he's
submitting…)

Ref: Are you submitting?

(Donnie Daze shakes head!)

Ref: Are you now?

(Donnie Daze shakes head again! He then grabs a rope!)

Ref: Get off…

(Ref pulls off LiGiL, you stares the Ref down, and then is speared into
him by Daze! The ref is out!)

GP: TOTAL CHAOS!

Shallow: Yeah!

JT: …

Shallow: That's some good commentating, JT!

GP: Heh :=)

JT: SHUT UP!

(JT is smacked)

Shallow: Quiet you!

JT: :=(

Shallow: Yes, be sad! MWAWAWAWA!

(Donnie slides out of the ring, and picks up a steel chair! But
meanwhile, LiGiL climbs the turnbuckle to the top! As Donnie turns
around, LiGiL missile kicks him, knocking the chair into his face! He
falls to the ground, unconcious!)

GP: LiGiL with the advantage now!

Shallow: Things don't look so good…

JT: GO LiGiL!

Shallow: QUIET!

JT: Wanna take this outside?

Shallow: Remember what happened last time?

JT: Yeah, I do! I beat you!

Shallow: No…

(LiGiL lifts up Donnie and bashes his head against the steel pole for
the ring several times! He stumbles back in pain, and grits his teeth!
LiGiL then tries to headbutt Donnie, but Donnie leg sweeps him to the
ground! He then takes a chair and sticks part of it on both sides of
his
leg!)

GP: What the…?

Shallow: Yeah.

(Donnie Daze climbs the turnbuckle, and splashes onto the chair,
breaking LiGiL's leg potentially! LiGiL screams out in pain as Donnie
grins and lifts up LiGiL! He hits the Dazed and Confused, and climbs
back into the ring! The ref gets up and sees LiGiL on the outside! He
starts the count out!)

Ref: 1…

(LiGiL doesn't move!)

Ref: 2…

(LiGiL doesn't move!)

Ref: 3…

(LiGiL moves a finger!)

Ref: 4…

(LiGiL slowly rises!)

Ref: 5…

(LiGiL continues to rise!)

Ref: 6…

(LiGiL gets up, even though hes dizzy!)

Ref: 7…

(LiGiL gets out of the trance!)

Ref: 8…

(LiGiL limps to the outside of the ring!)

Ref: 9…

(LiGiL slides in!)

JT: That was CLOSE!

GP: Yup

Shallow: I know!

JT: WHOO! LiGiL DID IT!

Shallow: He didn't win anything!

JT: What?!

Shallow: You’re an idiot.

GP: Moron…

JT: LiGiL's to his feet, and he runs right at Daze! Daze ducks his
clothesline and grabs him from behind in an inverted DDT... NO! DAZED
AND CONFUSED(inverted facebuster)! DAZE GOT HIS PRIMARY FINISHER OFF OF
THE INVERTED DDT! DAZE WITH THE COVER! ONE... TWO.... THREE!!!

*ding, ding, ding*

Meygon: The winner of the match.... DONNNIIIEEEE DAAAAZZZZEEEEE!!!!

GP: Daze gets another win to get himself back in his winning ways since
Desperate Measures!

(Scene cut to the back, where Joey Malone is still looking for HIT,
along with Keri.)

Joey Malone: Argh. At this rate, Sam Potright will bug me about being
late! And I'll be all "MEESA SOWWY" and he'll be all "HA. I PROMISED
YOU'D BE LATE.". And I'd be sad.

Keri Lindum: Hmm, maybe we should get ready for your match with
Potright.

Malone: Shit, that's next, isn't it?

Keri: Yes.

(Joey runs away, yelling.)

Malone: Aaaahhhh! I've got to kick Potright's ass!

(Keri just stands there.)

Keri: Yeah... sure, Joey... leave me behind... in this dark room...
with
a homicidal geometric shape on the loose... umm... WAIT UP!

(Keri runs off after him. Fade to announcers.)

JT: Sometimes, I wonder just who's the more insane of those two. Joey
or
Keri.

GP: Malone, definitely. I think some of the craziness just rubbed off
on
her or something.

Shallow: Well, speaking of, Malone's got to face Potright next in what
should be a great match.

(We fade slowly into the office of Vice President Ford, as he is shown
stuffing his papers into an outbox. We hear a voice come over his
intercom system.)

Secretary:Uhh... Sir?... There's a man here to see you. He says he has
an.. appointment.

VP Ford:That's funny, I don't remember any appointments scheduled for
tonight. Send him in...

(A dropping of the intercom system can be heard, as the door swings
open, revealing a dark and clouded figure. Stepping out of the
darkness,
we see the distained color of the trenchcoat.)

GP:Not this... this vial disgusting man...

JT:Shhhh... he could hear you...

VP Ford:Listen... hurry this up, I've got alot...

(The mysterious figure hovers over the desk of Ford, as the vice
president takes a glance up from his papers. Initially shocked at the
presence, he lears back a little bit, and then begins to go on the
offensive.)

VP Ford:What the hell do you think you're doing! You obviously don't
have an appointment, barging in here without my permission. I should
have you arrested!(Pause) Hell, you should be in jail right now for
what
you did to my announcer on Takeover! What in God's name gives you the
right to do what you did!

(The trenchcoat man slowly walks over to the other side of Ford's desk.
The once pompous, and powerful Ford begins to back off, as the
trenchcoat man slowly pushes him up against the wall.)

VP Ford:I don't want any trouble, but you started the fight. You
started
the fight for survival, by taking out one of my announcers, and you
will
be disciplined...

(The trenchcoat man, in one sudden action, grabs VP Ford by the neck
and
slams up him up against the wall. Staring deep into each other's eyes,
the vision of the man's face blocked by the shrouds of clothes. VP Ford
seems to be in no position for any sort of leverage.)

VP Ford:*Choking* Let.. me... out...

(The trenchcoat man slowly begins to lift VP Ford off the ground by his
neck, as VP Ford begins to struggle. Fighting for his air, fighting for
what could be his last few breathes of oxygen...)

VP Ford:What... Whatever do you want...

(Slowly, the man inside the trenchcoat lowers Ford back down to the
ground. Reaching in his pocket, he pulls out a slip of paper. Handing
it
to Ford, he releases his grasp, and leaves the front office. Ford,
trying to regain his senses, opens the paper, and takes his seat at his
desk. He shakes his head, and pulls out a tablet of advil. We fade back
out to the arena.)

GP: Right, so let's go to commercial!

JT: AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! DAMN COMMERCIAL BREAKS!


** COMMERCIAL BREAK **

GP: And we're back!

JT: So we are!

GP: It's time for the main event!

JT: Hooray!

Shallow: Yeah, but the odds are definitely in favor of Samuel Potright.
He's got all of the momentum going for him. He's the World Champion,
this match was signed before Potright won the title, and Potright's
been
on a roll as of late.

JT: But you have to remember. Malone's only taken one loss since his
return in February, and that was at Desperate Measures. The man hasn't
really slowed down since then.

Shallow: But Potright's got more of the edge in terms of expierence!
Malone's only been in the pros for less than a year. Potright's been
here longer than freakin' JESUS!

JT: That's exactly the thing! Malone's got the youth!

Shallow: Uh, actually, Malone's a year older than Potright...

JT: THAT DOESN'T MATTER!

Shallow: Fuck you, JT.

JT: Blow me, Shallow.

Shallow: I don't want to fulfill your sexual fantasy.

GP: GUYS, GUYS... Jesus, settle down. Well, with that, let's head to
the
ring!

*ding, ding, ding*

Meygon: ...the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a no
disqualifications match for the IWO North American championship!

GP: Ummm... no disqualifications?

JT: What do *you* think this is?

GP: Oh.

(The crowd pops.)

Meygon: First...

(The lights dim, the crowd pops, then the guitar chords that start
"Shame" by BT start playing as the crowd erupts in cheers. Then, a huge
explosion rocks the entryway, and as soon as it clears and the
spotlights shine down, Joey Malone, North American title around his
waist, stands where it was. Keri Lindum, his girlfriend and manager,
follows him soon thereafter. The two walk to the ring.)

Meygon: ...he's from Phoenix, Arizona... and weighs in at two hundred
and fifty-two pounds. He is a member of Team CGI, and a former IWO
Pacific, United States, World Tag, and Intercontinental Tag Team
Champion... he is the master of the Everest Cataclysm among other
moves.
He is accompanied to the ring by Keri Lindum, the self-proclaimed
"Village Idiot" of the IWO, and he is the current IWO North American
Champion... ladies and gentlemen... he is JOOOOOOOEEEEEYYYYYYYY
MAAAAALLLLLOOOOOOOOONNNNEEEEEEE!!!!

(Malone picks up Keri and puts her up on the apron, then climbs up and
holds the ropes for her. They await their opponents.)

JT: You have to remember. Joey Malone is insane.

GP: No shit, but Potright's insane, too. The end result? This match is
gonna be nuts.

("Shame" fades out.)

Meygon: And his opponent...

("Hemmorage(In My Hands)" by Fuel plays as the crowd does another huge
pop for Malone's opponent, Samuel Potright. Potright comes out, without
Beth, with the IWO World Title around his waist.)

Meygon: ...from Salem, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and
seven pounds... he is a former three time IWO Extreme champion, a
former
IWO Pacific champion, a former World Tag Team champion, and a former
three-time IWO Intercontinental Tag Team champion... he is the master
of
the Fall From Grace... ladies and gentlemen... he is the CURRENT IWO
World Champion... he is SAAAAAMMMMMMMUUUUUUUUEEEEEELLLLLLLLL
POOOOOOOTTTTTTRRRRRRRIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHTTTTTTT!!!

(Potright climbs into the ring, raising his arms as the fans pop. He
takes the title off from around his waist.)

*ding, ding, ding*

GP: Now, remember. Potright's title is NOT on the line here, tonight.
Malone's is.

JT: Right, right...

Shallow: Hey, how about that... a respectful handshake before we get it
on.

GP: It's respect, Johnny. You know as well as I that Malone and
Potright
are NOT friends. Especially since Malone's best friend is Syphon
Fission. And who took the World title from Fission?

Shallow: Potright.

GP: Correct-a-mundo!

JT: Collar-and-elbow tieup... and Malone gets the armdrag takedown on
Potright, right away!

GP: Potright goes back into the collar-and-elbow, and now HE gets the
armdrag takedown!

Shallow: Hah...

GP: Well, this is actually the first one-on-one meeting between these
two. Malone's actually pinned Potright before in his debut. So you can
see the opposite ends of the spectrum we're riding on right now.

JT: Indeed. Again, the collar-and-elbow, and a go-behind by Malone,
into
the waistlock takedown! And Potright immediately squirms his way to
the
ropes!

GP: Potright and Malone back off from each other... now they lock up
again, and Malone gets an Irish whip! Potright ducks the clothesline!
Now he ducks the chop! And Potright with a high cross body! One...
two... no! Malone kicks out!

JT: And Potright's the aggressor here! He's pounding away on Malone and
forgetting about that mat wrestling shit! Potright's backed Malone into
a corner and he Irish whips him into the other!

Shallow: And Potright nails a stinger splash-style move! Wait! Malone
holds him up there! And Malone just throws him off from the corner!

GP: Without a doubt, Malone has the power advantage.

JT: Malone with the rollup on the downed Potright! One... two...
Potright bridges out and into a backslide! One... two... Malone rolls
through into a pinning combination of his own! One... two... no!

Shallow: And Potright's back to his feet and he nails a dropkick to
Malone to send him down!

GP: Malone's to his feet, and Potright tries to follow up, but Malone
moves out of the way! Malone measures Potright... AND THERE'S A BIG
TIME
LARIAT BY MALONE! Malone goes for the cover! One.. two... no! Potright
gets his foot on the ropes!

JT: Now Malone waits for Potright to get to his feet! He rushes at
Potright, but Potright pulls down the ropes and Malone goes flying out!

GP: Yup, see how crafty Potright can be?

JT: As crafty as an arts and crafts student at summer camp!

GP: Touchè.

JT: That's a High Flyer word.

Shallow: Uh, anyway, Potright's waiting for Malone to get to his
feet...
and Malone's up... and... HOLY SHIT! Potright with a tope con hilo into
a hurricanrana! What a move!

JT: A very suicidal move by Samuel Potright, but it knocks down Joey
Malone!

GP: Potright's to his feet and he shoves Malone right back into the
ring
and into the cover! One... two... NO! Malone gets his shoulder up,
somehow!

JT: Potright slides back on the apron again, and Malone's to his
feet...
and Potright just caught Malone with a springboard dropkick to the
face!
Potright doesn't cover, though!

Shallow: Man, I know Potright's got a lot of momentum going into this,
but that's just not smart! Especially with someone the caliber of
Malone!

GP: Potright's picking Malone up, a kick in the gut... DDT! Potright
planted Malone with a DDT! Now he goes for the cover! One... two... NO!

JT: How close was that?

GP: Two and a half.

JT: Oh.

Shallow: Now Potright tries a double underhook suplex! With a bridge!
One... two... thr-NO! Almost three!

JT: That was CLOSE.

GP: Potright's to his feet and he's gonna try the DDT again! No! Wait!
Malone shoves him off! Potright bounces off the ropes, and...
SUPERKICK!
Malone caught Potright sleeping with it!

Shallow: Potright's woozy, but Malone's superkick is no HBK.

GP: Potright's up, and he tries a stray right hand, but Malone ducks
it... GERMAN SUPLEX! German suplex to the World champion! With the
bridge! One... two... thr-NO!

JT: Malone shoves Potright into the corner! And now the mudhole
stomping
begins! Malone's kicking the hell out of Samuel Potright! Potright's a
very dizzy man!

Shallow: Malone picks up Potright again, and he hooks him up... snap
suplex! Floatover into the cover! One... two... NO! Potright kicks out!

GP: Malone picks up Potright again, and he sends him off the ropes...
and catches him with a belly-to-belly overhead release suplex! Malone
crawls into the cover! One... two... foot in the ropes!

JT: Now Malone's calling for the Cataclysm! He's gonna put Potright
away
with his primary finisher!

GP: Malone hooks Potright in the double underhook... but Potright turns
it into a Northern Lights Suplex! One... two... NO!

Shallow: Potright almost got caught with that Cataclysm!

GP: Now Potright picks up Malone and sends him off the ropes! Malone
ducks the clothesline, now Potright's running! And... OH! TRAINWRECK!
MALONE AND POTRIGHT CAUGHT EACH OTHER WITH SPINNING WHEEL KICKS!

JT: These two are giving it all they have!

Shallow: Malone and Potright are getting to their feet! Potright blocks
a punch! Right hand! Malone with a right hand in response! Potright
with
a right hand! And Malone's winning this brawl!

JT: Malone with an Irish whip! And a spinebuster by Malone! Into a
cover! One... two... thr-NO!

GP: Now Malone's dragging Potright to the corner and is climbing to the
second rope! Tornado DDT maybe? No! Potright's fighting out of Malone's
grasp! Malone's helpless in the corner, now, and... WHAT THE HELL!?

Shallow: Potright caught a flying chair! Where'd it come from!?

*SMACK!*

GP: HOLY SHIT! MALONE WITH A SECOND ROPE FRONT DROPKICK INTO THE CHAIR!

JT: Damn! I should've known! Keri threw the chair for Potright to
catch!

Shallow: Yeah, I just remembered that she's done that before.

GP: There's no disqualifications in this match and now a chair's been
brought into the ring! Malone with the cover, this should be all,
one...
two... thr-NO! POTRIGHT GOT THE RIGHT SHOULDER OUT!

Shallow: Potright's busted open thanks to that shot, too!

JT: This is where Potright would probably need Beth the most.

GP: Malone picks up Potright and sends him into the corner! Now Malone
charges in, but eats a foot from Potright! Potright hops up to the
second rope... and there's a clothesline from the second rope!

JT: Malone might have been caught by surprise by that! He's on his feet
and Potright charges in on Malone, Malone lifts him for a hotshot, but
Potright lands on his feet on the turnbuckles! And Potright moonsaults
Malone from there! Potright stays on the cover! One... two... thr-NO!
Again, Malone slips out from the World Champion's grasp!

GP: Potright picks up Malone, now, and another Irish whip, but Malone
slides under the ropes! Potright charges in, but Malone meets him with
a
shoulder... and a springboard dropkick of his own! Malone taking a page
out of Potright's book!

JT: Now Malone picks up Potright again... EXPLODER SUPLEX!

GP: Malone with a page out of Jun Akiyama's book!

Shallow: Who?

GP: Nevermind.

JT: Malone goes for the cover. One... two... th-NO! Potright AGAIN
shows
how tough he is with that kickout!

GP: He IS World Champion, after all.

Shallow: Now Malone with an Irish whip... Potright ducks the superkick
from Malone... Malone tries a backdrop, but Potright counters with a
hurracanrana! With the pin! One... two.. Malone reverses! One... two...
no!

GP: Potright's to his feet as is Malone! Potright charges in on Malone!
Malone catches him in a fireman's carry... WAIT! JERKEROLIZER(Fireman's
Carry DDT into Diamond Cutter)! POTRIGHT'S DONE! THAT'S IT! IT'S OVER!

JT: Malone's too hurt to make a cover! He's crawling to make the cover!
And he's there! One... two... th-NO! POTRIGHT KICKED OUT!

Shallow: Malone is frustrated! He picks up Potright again and hooks him
in a double underhook! Cataclysm?! No! Tiger driver powerbomb! One...
two... thre- NO! ALMOST! IT ALMOST GOT THE WIN!

GP: Malone is calling for Bad Moon Rising! If Malone hits this,
Potright's finished!

JT: Malone's stepping through the ropes and is going up top! But
Potright's to his feet and he shakes the ropes! Malone's crotched in
the
corner!

GP: Potright's climbing up there with Malone! And Potright... GETS A
HURRICANRANA FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! MY GOD, THESE GUYS ARE
NUTS!

Shallow: Yeah, I'll say!

GP: Keri's rushed over to check on Malone, but Potright's scaring her
away.

JT: Good. Stay on him, Potty!

GP: Potright goes back inside the ring... and Malone's getting to his
feet... OH MY GOD! SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA BY POTRIGHT! THAT KNOCKS BOTH
MEN
RIGHT BACK DOWN AGAIN!

JT: Okay, I offically declare Samuel Potright to be legally insane.

Shallow: Potright's slowly to his feet and he throws Malone back in!
Potright for the cover... one... two... thr- NO!

JT: Potright's getting frustrated, now, too! Potright waits for Malone
to get to his feet. Potright with a clothesline, wait, no, Malone with
the go-behind... crossed arms... STRAIGHTJACKET SUPLEX! MALONE HOLDS
ON!
ANOTHER STRAIGHTJACKET SUPLEX! MALONE HOLDS ON AGAIN! AND ANOTHER
STRAIGHTJACKET SUPLEX, THIS TIME RELEASED! The Mad Cow Disease by
Malone! Potright and Malone are both down!

GP: Yes, I can see that.

Shallow: Malone with an Irish whip into the corner, and Malone charges
in, but Potright again meets Malone with a boot! Now Potright's on the
second rope again, TORNADO DDT! MALONE WAS PLANTED WIH IT, BUT
POTRIGHT'S TOO HURT FROM THE MAD COW DISEASE FOR THE COVER!

GP: Potright isn't even looking for the cover! He's climbing to the top
rope... CORKSCREW MOONSAULT! BUT IT FINDS NO ONE, BECAUSE MALONE MOVED
OUT OF THE WAY JUST AT THE NICK OF TIME!

JT: Malone picks up Potright again and perches him on the second rope,
his back to the ring! Malone climbs up and... uh oh! Malone has
Potright
perched on his shoulders, and... SECOND ROPE ELECTRIC CHAIR SUPLEX!
Malone slowly crawls into the cover! One... two... thr- NO! Potright
AGAIN escapes!

GP: Malone picks up Potright again and he goes for a tombstone
piledriver... no, wait! Potright reverses... and he hits one of his
own!
Potright with a tombstone to Malone!

JT: Mmmm... I love Tombstone pizza. Especially with pepperoni. You ever
try it, Greg?

GP: If Nikki were here, she'd bitchslap you for your insane stupidity.

JT: :-(

Shallow: Potright's calling for the Christ Air! If he hits this, it's
over!

JT: Potright's climbing to the top... he signals to the crowd...

(And the crowd erupts.)

JT: CHRIST AIR(Crucifix-style overhang shooting stars press)! CHRIST
AIR
TO JOEY MALONE! POTRIGHT MAKES THE COVER! ONE... TWO... THR- NO! THE
REF
SAW THE FOOT ON THE ROPES!

GP: Man, Malone was just too close to the ropes there.

Shallow: Potright picks up Malone again... both men are obviously
tired,
now.

GP: Potright's off the ropes again and he leaps to Malone's
shoulders...
Potright looks for the hurricanrana again, but, wait! MALONE POWERBOMBS
POTRIGHT! Malone just powerbombed Potright out of desperation!

JT: Malone and Potright are both down again...

Shallow: Keri is just screaming at Malone to try and get him to get up!

JT: Malone is, indeed, the first to his feet! I don't know how he does
it!

GP: Potright's up soon after!

JT: Malone tries the Irish whip again, but Potright sneaks in under
Malone arm and grabs the other... spins him around... THERE'S A
TOMIKAZE
BY POTRIGHT!

Shallow: Didn't we see HIT do a tornado Tomikaze earlier?

JT: Yes.

Shallow: Oh, okay.

JT: Malone's down. Duh.

GP: Potright's unable to follow up, though! Instead, Potright picks up
Malone again and he goes for a suplex! But Malone blocks! And Malone
picks up Potright... BRAINBUSTER! MALONE WITH A DESPERATION BRAINBUSTER
TO POTRIGHT!

JT: Chalk it up for Potright. Not even GOD HIMSELF could kick out of a
vicious brainbuster like that!

Shallow: Malone covers! One... two... FOOT ON THE ROPES!

JT: ......well, he didn't kick out, but he got the foot on the ropes!

GP: Malone picks the exhausted Potright back up! He crosses Potright's
arms again... JAPANESE OCEAN CYCLONE SUPLEX! WITH A BRIDGE! ONE....
TWO.... THR- NO! POTRIGHT KICKED OUT, SOMEHOW!

JT: I *can't* believe that Potright kicked out of that one!

Shallow: Neither can I!

JT: Malone's got that chair! Malone takes a swing at the skull of
Potright, but Potright kicks Malone in the gut! Potright's got the
chair!

*SMACK!*

GP: MY GOD! POTRIGHT JUST SCORED WITH A VICIOUS CHAIRSHOT TO MALONE'S
FOREHEAD!

JT: Potright's already lost a lot of blood, and now Malone's busted
open!

*SMACK!*

GP: Potright with ANOTHER chairshot to keep Malone down! Now Potright
grabs Malone's legs and synches him up for the Wall Breaker! POTRIGHT
TURNS HIM OVER!

Shallow: Potright's got it! That's the move that won him the title!

GP: Malone's screaming in pain, but he's not tapping! Malone has NEVER
tapped out in his IWO career!

JT: Malone rolls into it! Malone just rolled toward Potright and has
countered the hold!

Shallow: MALONE TRIES THE WALL BREAKER! MALONE TRIES IT, HIMSELF! BUT
POTRIGHT SHOVES HIM RIGHT OFF!

JT: Potright's to his feet and he tries a clothesline, but Malone
catches him! And there's a crossface chickenwing! Malone's hooked
Potright in a crossface chickenwing! Potright's screaming in pain, but
he's not tapping, either! Potright trips Malone over to counter the
hold!

GP: Potright picks Malone back up, now, and he sends Malone off the
ropes! Potright tries a backdrop, but Malone kicks him in the face!
Malone's got the chiar!

*SMACK!*

JT: And a SICK chairshot from Malone! Malone throws away the dented and
bloodied chair, now!

GP: Malone again calls for Bad Moon Rising! Malone climbs to the top
rope... he signals to the crowd...

(And the crowd pops!)

JT: AND HE HITS IT! MALONE HITS THE BAD MOON RISING(Swandive headbutt)
ON POTRIGHT! BUT MALONE HURT HIMSELF DOING IT!

GP: Yeah, that's the price you pay to launch your head halfway across
the ring to crash into your opponent.

Shallow: ...

JT: ...

GP: ...

JT: Right! Whatever!

Shallow: Malone gets an arm on the World champion! He might have him,
here! One... two... th- NO!

JT: Malone picks up Potright again and he goes for a scoop slam... but
Potright slips out from over Malone's shoulder! And Potright gets an
inverted DDT! Potright gets the cover! One... two... th- NO! Potright
almost had Malone!

Shallow: Well, that's debatable.

GP: Potright picks Malone up, but Malone gets some jabs to Potright's
stomach! Malone shoves Potright into the ropes and kicks him in the
gut!
Malone with the double underhook! Malone picks him up for the Everest
Cataclysm! But Potright slips off of Malone's shoulder! Potright gets a
kick in the gut! WAR WITHIN A BREATH(Evenflow Implant DDT)! POTRIGHT
LANDED IT!

JT: But again, both men are exhausted! Potright can't capitalize!

Shallow: Potright gets an arm on Malone! We're gonna have a new
champion! One... two... thr- NO! MALONE GOT THE SHOULDER UP! WHAT THE
HELL!? NOBODY'S EVER KICKED OUT OF THAT MOVE!

JT: Malone just did!

GP: Potright's getting REALLY ticked off, now! Potright picks Malone up
and sends him off the ropes... wait, reversal! Malone picks up Potright
in a Sky High... NO! HE DDTED HIM OUT OF IT! THAT WAS THE ADD! THE
ARIZONA DEATH DROP! POTRIGHT'S DEAD IN THE RING!

Shallow: There's a frigging red mark where Potright crashed down on the
canvas!

JT: Malone with the cover! One... two... thr-NO! POTRIGHT KICKED OUT!
HOW THE HELL!?

Shallow: Nobody's kicked out of ADD, either!

JT: Malone's frustrated, too! Neither individual's been able to put
away
the other!

Shallow: Malone picks up Potright and puts him up on the top rope!
Malone climbs, but Potright gets a right hand to Malone's stomach! Now
Potright hooks Malone and takes him up with him!

GP: Oh shit, could this be what I think it's gonna be?!

JT: POTRIGHT'S GOT MALONE UP... THIS COULD BE IT! POTRIGHT MAY BE
HOLDING THE TOP GOLD OF THE IWO IF HE HITS THIS... FROM ALL THE WAY UP
TOP, IT'S THE FALL FROM GRACE! NO! WAIT! NO NO NO!

(Malone reverses, and hits a hurricanrana! He covers Potright!)

GP: HE'S GOING TO PIN THE WORLD CHAMP! ONE... TWO... NO! NO! POTRIGHT
KICKS OUT!

(Malone gets off Potright... and waits for him to get to his feet, when
someone comes from the crowd.)

Shallow: HIT! It's Hardcore Isosceles Trapezoid! He hit Malone with the
barbed-wire protractor! He grabs Malone, SAS POSTULATE(Emerald
Fusion)!!
He rolls Malone out of the ring... NOW HIT TAKES OUT THE REF WITH
SIGNIFICANT DIGITS(Tornado Tomikaze)! Potright gets to his feet... HIT
GORES HIM INTO A CORNER! He still has a hold of him! Oh no... A SECOND
GORE! And now HIT... he's running the barbed-wire protractor across his
skull!

GP: Sick!

(HIT rubs it extensively into Potright's face... blood flows freely
from
Potright's face, even moreso than it had already been. HIT drops the
protractor on the mat, smiling like the sick bastard he is. He stands
over Potright... and raises his hands a la Lunatic Pandora, mocking
Potright. He laughs... and laughs...)

JT: Well, the war has gone back in HIT's favor! He may not have Beth...
but he's got Potright to spill first blood! What will happen for Trick
or Treat III at WarCry? What will --

(MALONE GERMAN SUPLEXES HIT!)

GP: HE CAME FROM NOWHERE! MALONE IS BEATING THE HOLY HELL OUT OF HIT!
THEY FACE OFF AT HOSTILE TAKEOVER LATER THIS WEEK! WE'VE GOTTA GO,
PEOPLE! MALONE VS. HIT AT TAKEOVER! WORLD TITLE ON THE LINE AT WARCRY!

JT: Potright's on his feet on the outside and he's watching Malone beat
down on HIT!

*SMACK!*

GP: JESUS! FROM BEHIND! SYPHON FISSION JUST LAID OUT POTRIGHT WITH A
SHOVEL! WHAT THE HELL!?

JT: FISSION IS BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF POTRIGHT WITH THAT SHOVEL!
FISSION ROLLS POTRIGHT BACK INTO THE RING WITH THAT BLOODIED SHOVEL!
FISSION PICKS POTRIGHT BACK UP, AND....

*SMACK!*

GP: WHAT A SHOT!

Shallow: HIT has rolled on top of Malone, now, and is beating the hell
out of him! Fission pulls HIT off of Malone...

*SMACK!*

GP: HIT IS DOWN! FISSION PICKS UP POTRIGHT! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK! DEATH
PLUNGE! DEATH PLUNGE! FISSION DEATH PLUNGED POTRIGHT!

JT: Malone's a bloody mess, still, as he gets to his feet, and...

GP: WHAT THE HELL!?

Shallow: FISSION JUST HIT MALONE WITH THE SHOVEL!

GP: THESE TWO WERE FRIENDS! WHY?!

(The crowd just boos the hell out of Fission at this point, as he gets
a
microphone.)

JT: Uh oh...

Syphon Fission: Potright... you have something that I want back again.
You can roll around and hold that title all you want, because next
Monday, I want a rematch. I want your blood spilled, I want your bones
broken, I want your spirit shattered, I WANT THAT FUCKING TITLE OFF OF
YOUR WAIST! Just keep living in that dream world of yours and keep
getting your stupid, sorry ass outsmarted by a god damn shape, because
I'm going to beat you within an inch of your miserable, pathetic life.

(The crowd starts booing like hell.)

Fission: And Malone... Malone, I told you I'd get back at you for the
jello incident. Now you're just an obstacle in my quest to regain my
title. So sit there and bleed, bitch!

(Fission slaps Malone right in his bloody face, and turns to the
crowd.)

Fission: And THAT is the last word!

("Papercut" by Linkin Park plays as Fission leaves the ring, to a
chorus
of boos.)

GP: Oh my god! What has possessed Fission to turn his back on his best
friend and the fans?!

JT: I don't know! Maybe the World title's gone to his head!

GP: FOR THE IWO, I'M GREG PARKER, ALONG WITH JT AND JOHNNY SHALLOW, SEE
YOU AT HOSTILE TAKEOVER!

(Fade to black with all three men lying in pools of their own blood in
the ring.)