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*The following is intended for a pay-per-view viewing audience. If you do not like mature subject matters then please do not read*

("O Fortuna" by Mozart plays softly in the background. We begin to see
pictures of great moments in IWO history, and a narrator begins to talk.)

Narrator: Many Men dream…driven to do what few can achieve…

(Pictures of Tony Davis, High Flyer, Capital Punishment, Vietnam Veteran, Rob
Kestler, and Psycho Jay holding IWO titles fade onto the screen.)

Narrator: Others are driven by passion…

(Pictures of Ken War, King Sting, Al Coholic, Gunnar Smith, and The Raging
One, bloody and battered, play on the screen.)

Narrator: Others are driven by blood…

(Pictures of Mad Max, John "Vampyre" McRae, Ashton Cain, Justin Shack, and
Michael Dudley fade on to the screen.)

Narrator: Others…are driven to become the best ever…

(Pictures of Zombie, ?¿?, Dane Wilt, Phelen Kell, Titan, Joey Rappoport, and
Billy Larson play on the screen, hold the IWO World Title belt up high.)

Narrator: But one thing is for sure…

(O Fortuna stops abruptly.)

Narrator: This is not the same IWO…this is the beginning of the New Era!

(The IWO logo fades in and out, like they do for the Pay-Per-View promos.
Then…the Ice Age 3 logo fades on to the screen.)


Narrator: And this is the platform to become a legend…

("Year Zero" by Samael plays loudly in the background.)

Narrator: Three men…one goal…be the most extreme man in the IWO…

(Pictures of a The Mysterious Birdman, Jax Stone, and Justin Shack play on the
screen. They fade off.)

Narrator: Three men…a crowning achievement…become IWO North American
Champion…

(Scenes of High Flyer, Spaz, and LiGiL in matches are played. They then fade
out.)

Narrator: Two men…a never-ending feud…settled in a best of three matches
program…

(Scenes of Samuel Potright and Syphon Fission, beating on each other begin to
play. They then fade off.)

Narrator: A Gladiator Match…two epic warriors…one man will walk out IWO World
Heavyweight Champion...


(Scenes of Phelen Kell and Evan Levine beating each other to bloody pulps play
on the screen. They then fade to the Ice Age 3 logo.)

Narrator: One last stand…one last cold night…welcome to greatest spectacle on
Earth…welcome…to Ice Age 3!

(Scene fades to black as a heartbeat. The words "Internet Wrestling Organization." Fade in, fade out. Again. Again. Again; this time with no fade out. A crash of thunder, a bolt of lightning, and the words light aflame, shining bright blue as they burn.)

("Year Zero" by Samael. The words "Ice Age III" appear on the screen. They begin to quiver...Ice then forms, freezing over the text with a chilling effect. Suddenly, the words break apart, shattering everywhere as we go live...)

(BOOM! Fireworks go off everywhere as "Year Zero" plays now live, over the Madison Square Garden in New York City. Fans scream, fans yell, fans do whatever the hell they want to. Fireworks continue to blast off everywhere. The music fades out, only to be replaced by The Grinch theme. On the screen, we can see Real Audio Reporter Johnny Shallow giving his Ice Age predictions away. More fireworks go off as Shallow makes his way down to the announce booth. The Grinch Theme fades, and soon is replaced by "Black Hole Sun" by Sound Garden. Various clips of JT getting smacked by various IWO announcers, employees, and women is shown as JT makes his way to the announce booth. He stops for a moment to glare up at the footage being shown, then continues to stomp his way to the announce booth. "Stir It Up" by Bob Marley plays as Greg Parker comes down to footage of himself yelling, screaming, ranting and raving into the announce headset. He makes his way down to the ring.)

(The audience continues to scream and shout as the three finally get comfortable, sit down, and begin to actually do their jobs.)

GP: FANS WELCOME TO THE IWO...WELCOME TO THE GREATEST NIGHT IN WRESTLING HISTORY...WELCOME TO ICE AGE III

JT: Damn why do you always have to make everything so detramatic?

Shallow: Because this is Ice Age....it's meant to be you dumb ass.

JT: God....can we go one Ice Age without you calling me names?

Shallow: Hmmm....NOPE!

GP: Fans...we have one hell of a night for you! Not only well we bring a end to the never ending feud of Evan Levine and Phelen Kell....But this is the night stars are made and people are destroyed!

JT: Your kidding right? This is the night were the stars take over....and the mid-carders get screwed over.

Shallow: This is Ice Age you dumb ass....can you please just act like a smart person for once?

JT: I am very smart....and its not my fault that you can see that.

Shallow: Your kidding me right...SHUT UP!!!

GP: Fans....were sorry for all of this but this is how it is.

Shallow: You know Greg.... sometimes I think you need to lighten up.

JT: Yea!

Shallow: Did I say you could talk?

[SLAP]

Shallow: And there is more where that came from.

GP: Fans were going to move right along here and go backstage with Joseph "JJ" Jones and Onslaught

JT: Wha…

(Interrupting JT, the Camera and Sound are transferred to the backstage
locker room area of Madison Square Garden. Suddenly a Field Reporter comes
into view. The Field Report is wearing the blue official IWO short sleeve,
Polo Shirt, light brown Khaki pants, and light brown shoes. He's Caucasian
he has brown eyes and short dark brown hair in a crew cut fashion. He is
5'10" and around 150 lbs. It's IWO Field Reporter, Joseph "JJ" Jones.)

Joseph "JJ" Jones: "Thank you, Greg. Hello, Internet Wrestling Organization
Fans. I'm Joseph "JJ" Jones here with at the Locker Room Door of The
Greatest Of All Time, The Epitome of Greatness, Onslaught!

(Crowd Pops)

(The Camera spans over to the door to display his IWO "Onslaught The Epitome
of Greatness" Logo. Joseph steps forward towards the door and knocks on it.)

Voice: "Who is it?"

Joseph "JJ" Jones: It's me JJ!

(The doorknob twists and the door swings into the room, allowing us in. We
are greeted by the appearance of an African-American man. The man appears to
be twenty-four years of age. He has an average brownish complexion, an
intimidating 6'4' and 264 pound stature features support a very ripped and
highly defined muscular build and broad shoulders, and an extensive youthful
yet charmful handsome face. It's Onslaught. Onslaught has on the majority of
his wrestling gear with except the boots and knee-pads.)

Joseph "JJ" Jones: "Would you mind if I get word with you about your match
with Ash Robinson?"

Onslaught: "Nah. Ask away."

Joseph "JJ" Jones: "Now he and you have had some heated words as of late…"

Onslaught: "Sorry to interrupt you, but Ash is always yapping on about he's
people's greatest fear. Newsflash, pal. No one fears you. No one fears your
mouth either, they fear what comes out of it! Everywhere I go it's
"Onslaught doesn't Ash realize his promos are worse than Scott Stone's?", "I
ended up losing all hearing because of his last one, please stop him for
causing anymore harm to others!" and today I will fulfill their wishes.
Consider this your Prelude to Extinction, because I'm telling you and the
fans this, as of today, Ash Robinson is dead! You won't ever be the same
ever this match…again. You'll wake up from your sleep to find yourself
drenched in sweat from just remembering what I'll do to you. They'll be days
you won't even be able to go to sleep because you'll be kept awake just from
the screaming you'll have stuck in your head for every waking moment. You've
went to various matches through various people in your life, but nothing
ever like this. You've never had the odds this stacked up against you.
You've never had to face an opponent as talented as what like what lies
ahead of you...an Onslaught. You've never been taken to your Vertical Limits.
The IWO has never witnessed a match that could bring about such Catastrophic
Consequences from their actions, but tonight they will.

Joseph "JJ" Jones: "Although you've yet to lose in Madison Square
Garden…you've always said that all things good, must eventually come to an
end. Could it perhaps be time for this streak of yours to end?"

Onslaught: "Good memory. Nonetheless, this Madison Square Garden win streak
is far from over. It's just begun! 2001 will be year of the Onslaught. What
happen on Ice Age will be nothing, but further proof of that. As for what
lies ahead of me, I know this, Championships...lots of them! It all begins
today with Ash Robinson. Just remember what I told you Ash, when you lay
beaten and look to my face. So get ready…Ash Robinson and prepare to feel
the most outstanding force in the wrestling world today...The Onslaught
Experience! This Interview Has Just Been Terminated!"

(The scene fades out and opens back up to the commentary team!)

Opening Match
Onslaught vs. Ash "Shadow" Robinson

Greg Parker: Strong words from Onslaught. Let's just see if he delivers.
Well, these fans are full of anticipation for the upcoming match!

JT: And to think it's only the opener!

Johnny Shallow: Perhaps because the biggest jerk, seconded to perhaps only
Evan Levine, Former United States Champion, Ash Robinson is going to be
facing the man who as he said earlier has never lost a match in this arena,
the man from this same state, The Epitome of Greatness, Onslaught! Plus it's
the first Vertical Limit Match in IWO History!

Greg Parker: He has a point.

JT: Whatever I don't understand this whole Vertical Limit thing. So will one
of you to please explain this to me?

Greg Parker: It's a no disqualification, no count out match where the only
ways to win is to make your opponent fall victim by a 10 Knockout Count or
having them deemed passed out after failing to respond to a 10 handcheck
Count.

JT: Okay. No for the all important question…Will There Be Blood?

Greg Parker: Most Likely!

JT: Okay then, Onslaught Rules!

Johnny Shallow: What made you an Onslaught fan?

JT: He made up this match stipulation! A stipulation that will let me see
blood. So he rules! However, I'm putting the money on Ash Robinson!

Johnny Shallow: You're crazy. What don't you get, Onslaught has never lost
here.

JT: He's still a rookie. Put your money where your mouth is!

Johnny Shallow: Fine. I'm putting a twenty in for Onslaught!

Greg Parker: Add me in that too! Here's my twenty.

JT: You'll see I tell you!

Meygon: Introducing first, Hailing from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in
at 265 pounds. Standing tall at 6'5". Accompanied to the ring by his manger,
Whiskey Wayne, Master of the Shadow Kick, The Former IWO United States
Champion, The Shadow, Ash Robinson!

(At the moment, "Deeper Underground" by Jamiroqai plays over the speakers as
three fireworks shoot up from ground in Red, White, and Blue. As the smoke
clears we see Ash Robinson and his manager Whiskey Wayne, who get the holy
hell booed out of them as they make their way to the ring.)

Meygon: And his opponent, Hailing from Albany, New York. Weighing in at 264
pounds. Standing tall at 6'4". Master of Courage Required, Undefeated in
this same Arena, The Last IML Platinum Champion, The Greatest Of All Time,
The Epitome of Greatness, Onslaught!

(The Internet Wrestling Organization Jumbo Tron begins to displays the
background on the "Onslaught The Epitome Of Greatness" logo as a countdown
is displayed under the words "The Epitome of Greatness" to a Big Pop from
the Crowd.)

06...05...04...03...02...01...00!

(As "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson [Instrumental Version] plays,
Madison Square Garden's ring lights blackout, while a gray mist is clouding
the entryway, making us unable to see the man standing there. The ring
lights return. As the mist slowly fades away the camera begins span around
the Onslaught. He gets an absolutely outstanding pop from the crowd. Crowd
continues to cheer as Onslaught has his forearms crossed at his shoulder
level as both of his index and middle fingers are shaped just as the Hardy
Boyz' "Gunz" taunt with the exception that his thumbs are bent. Onslaught
quickly separates his arms, making a fist as his knuckles face outward! At
the same moment two gigantic golden yellow fireworks shoot out into the
crowd. Onslaught tilt his face to his left, stares down Ash Robinson with an
odd confident grin his face. Onslaught heads to the ring and slaps hands
with fans at ringside and finally slides in ring to another pop from the
crowd.)

Johnny Shallow: Now that's an entrance!

Greg Parker: Onslaught and Ash Robinson are circling around each other. The
lock up. Onslaught's backing Ash into the ropes. He Irish Whips him out,
Onslaught runs at Ash and Leaps Frogs over and Springboards off the middle
rope and nails an Elbow to the face! Onslaught pulls up Ash to his feet, but
Ash hits him in the gut on the way up! Ash with a DDT!

JT: I can almost smell the money! Onslaught's up to his feet, but Ash puts
him right back down with a Fall Away Slam. Ash pulls Onslaught up from
behind and locks on a Cobra Clutch, wait Ash did a Russian Leg Sweep with
the Cobra Clutch on! Onslaught gets up holding his head, Ash Robinson with
the Irish Whip, Onslaught reverses it, Onslaught ducks down for a back body
drop, but Ash is going for a Running DDT. Wait..Onslaught swings with him
causing Ash to land on his feet. Onslaught reverses with a Northern Lights
Suplex! Onslaught's holding on, he rolls over! Northern Lights Suplex AGAIN!
This isn't fair! That's holding!

Johnny Shallow: This isn't football you idiot! Onslaught with another
Northern Lights Suplex! He runs off the ropes, but Whiskey Wayne grabs his
leg. He's holding with everything he's got. Onslaught can't free his leg.
What's he..Corkscrew Dropkick to Whiskey Wayne! Wayne just flew into the
Barricade! Look! The fans are mugging Wayne! You can't mess with Onslaught
in New York pal! Onslaught's back up to feet and so is Robinson! Ash is
backing up..Onslaught turns around! Shadow Kick! No..Onslaught caught his
leg! Cradle Suplex (Onslaught reaches under his opponents knee bringing the
leg to the face of victim, trapping the victim's arm within the process.
Onslaught wraps his free arm around his opponents neck, locking his hands
behind the opponent. Onslaught then proceeds to tossing them overhead while
falling backwards himself.)!

(Ash Robinson rolls to the outside, taking some time to rethink his
strategy, but Onslaught runs towards his position. Onslaught jumps up,
balancing himself on the top rope and flies off nailing a Somersault Back
Splash onto Ash Robinson, causing the two to fall on the entry ramp!
Onslaught picks him Ash and rolls him back into ring. Onslaught slides back
into the ring. Ash makes it up to his feet and starts stomping on Onslaught
before he could get back to his feet. Ash pushes Onslaught into the corner
and starting pounding away at The G.O.A.T. with overhand rights.)

JT: Just look at those punches. My boy's gonna win! Wait! Onslaught blocked
that punch! Onslaught grabs Ash around the neck…Seek and Destroy (Onslaught
positions his opponent in Downward Spiral, but whips the opponent over his
hip, slamming the victim onto the back of their neck, while crashing down
with the opponent as well.)! DAMN! That hurt! Onslaught pulls himself up in
the corner. The Referee is administering the count.

Referee: 1…2…3..

Greg Parker: Ash is making it up to his feet with support of the ropes.

Referee: .4…5..

Greg Parker: Robinson is back up on his feet. He charges at Onslaught and
the two begin exchanging punches! Ash blocks one and knees Onslaught in the
gut. Ash is going for a Suplex. Onslaught's up. Ash is holding up a bit
longer than usual to get the blood to rush to his head. Robinson just
flipped the move into a Urangi Suplex (Rock Bottom)! Ash picks up
Onslaught..Irish Whip. Ash with Tilt A Whirl Shoulder Breaker! Ash applies a
cross arm breaker to Onslaught. Onslaught's fighting for the ropes, but Ash
slides him towards the middle of the ring!

Johnny Shallow: Dammit! I'm not losing money to JT! Come on Onslaught!
Onslaught's twisting his body over. He's face down now. He's leaning over
towards Ash, making his knees reach his shoulders. What is he doing?
Whatever he's doing it's getting him outta that move. Onslaught has Ash by
the throat! He's lifting him up in that position! Onslaught's got him on his
shoulder and he's still got Ash by the throat. Whoa! He just did some one
arm Chokeslam/Powerbomb! Just what do you call that, Greg?

Greg Parker: I don't know. I've never seen that one before!

JT: Finally! Greg doesn't know! Onslaught's going to the Top Rope! Damn him!
Onslaught's up top..Swanton Bomb! The Referee is administering the count. I
think I owe these guys forty dollars!

Referee: 1…2…3…4…

Johnny Shallow: Ash is moving towards the ropes.

JT: Get Your Sorry Ass Up Damn You!

Greg Parker: Ash is climbing up on the ropes.

Referee: 5…6…7…8.

JT: YES! Ash makes it to his feet

Greg Parker: So Close! Onslaught rushes Robinson! Ash kick him in stomach!
Double Underhook Facebuster (Pedigree) by Robinson! Ash is going up to the
Top Rope near Onslaught. He leaps off..Guillotine Leg Drop! This does not
look good for my wallet! The Referee is administering the count!

Referee: 1…2…3…4…5…

JT: Onslaught's pulling himself up on the ropes.

Referee: 6…7…8…

Johnny Shallow: Onslaught is up to his feet folks! Ash is running at
Onslaught, but The G.O.A.T. sidesteps and Ash is going through the middle
and top ropes..Wait…Onslaught has grabbed Ash's shoulders. He's placing
Ash's arms over the top rope and he's holding onto them. What is he doing?
Onslaught's digging the heels of his boots into Ash's lower back and he's
stretching him out!

Greg Parker: No Remorse!

JT: Huh?

Greg Parker: That's the name of the move.

Johnny Shallow: Where the does Onslaught come up with this stuff? Ash can't
even tap out! There's nothing to tap! Ash is screaming for dear life! This
is sheer malevolence!

Greg Parker: Hence the name No Remorse! Need I remind you there is no
tapping out in this match! You can't win that way. Either knockout or your
opponent passes out! However, Onslaught's stretching poor Ash like a damned
rubberband and this crowd is cheering him for it! Only in America! Only in
America, folks! Ash is starting to fade in the move.

JT: This one's over. You can't get out of that! Ash is out! The Referee is
administering the count. Lemme get out that forty..

Crowd is counting along with the Referee: 1…2…3..

Johnny Shallow: That's forty EACH!

JT: DOH!

Crowd is counting along with the Referee: .4…5…6…7…8…9..

JT: What the hell? Onslaught just let Ash go! WooHoo! He let him go! He let
him go! Why the hell did Onslaught let him go?

Greg Parker: I think he wants to inflict more damage. Onslaught better not
lose the match because of this or I'm gonna kick the Greatness outta him!

Johnny Shallow: You mean try, right?

Greg Parker: Well…yes. Onslaught's going outside the ring. He's reaching
under the ring! Onslaught's pulling out a table! Wait..he's pulling out
something else too..Onslaught's got a Platinum Chair!

JT: Okay, who the hell put that there?

Greg Parker: I think Onslaught. Yup. It has the Onslaught Insignia on it!

JT: What the…I know he's Paid and all, but a Platinum Chair?

Johnny Shallow: He used to be a Platinum Champion in the IML. I think he
really liked that belt.

JT: Oh. Onslaught's setting up the table between the barricade and the
apron. Onslaught picks up the Platinum Chair. Hey there's Wayne!

*SMACK*

Greg Parker: And there goes Wayne!

JT: Wayne had just got to his feet after the crowd mugged him! Damn that
Onslaught and this crowd is cheering again for him abusing Wayne! No wonder
Wayne stopped coming to ringside for Ash! Ash is getting up to his feet. Get
him Ash! Get him for what he did to Wayne!

*SMACK*

Johnny Shallow: Ash just flipped over the barricade. That rookie Onslaught
sure has one helluva chair shot! Onslaught unfolded the chair on the table.
Onslaught just leaped onto the table. What is he doing now? Onslaught's
walking towards Ash and just looks at him. Ash is starting to get to his
feet. However he's crawling away from the ring. Onslaught's on the table
telling the fans to move.

JT: I don't like the signs of this.

Greg Parker: I sure do. Onslaught's running up that Platinum Chair and leaps
onto the third rope..Springboard Moonsault off the third rope onto Ash
Robinson into those damned chairs! I can't believe this. I think they're
both out of it. The Referee is leaving the ring. He's going into the crowd.
If he gets over there this will definitely be a No Contest. The Referee just
is climbing over the barricade. He's over. The Fans are rushing the referee!
Look at the Italians. They gagged his mouth!

JT: I don't believe this! They're tying his fingers together! What the heck
is up with the Italians! Weren't these people making bets with us earlier
while Onslaught was shooting that promo?

Greg Parker: Yup and I think I understand…

Johnny Shallow: Then with all due..please explain?

Greg Parker: I'm sure they have some bets on this match. If neither of them
win..then they all lose! Those Italians are some smart people! Onslaught is
up starting to pull himself up on chairs.

JT: So is Robinson and he's busted open! Blood! Wait..Ash is bleeding. I got
money on him! Damn! For once in my life, I'm not sure if Blood is good! God,
give me a sign! Ash is crawling towards the Barricade. Damn! Onslaught's on
his feet! The Italians are starting to untie the referee. Onslaught's
rushing Ash. Where the hell does he get this energy? Robinson with a Back
Body Drop..No! Ash is holding onto Onslaught's legs..Ash is climbing up onto
that table..Kryptonite Krunch! Kryptonite Krunch Through The Table!
Onslaught's busted open! There's my sign! Blood is good! Damn Ash isn't
moving!

Johnny Shallow: Screw that, Onslaught's not moving! The Italians are
re-gagging and re-tying up the referee! I'm really starting to like those
damn Italians!

Greg Parker: Sorta cool, aren't they?

JT: Yeah. Ash and Onslaught are getting back up to their feet and the
Italians are un-tying and un-gagging the Referee! Ash rolls into the ring.
Onslaught picks up that damned Platinum Chair! No! No Good Can Come Of This!

Greg Parker: No Good for Ash and you atleast! Good for me and Shallow, right
Shallow?

Johnny Shallow: Ya Damn Right!

(Greg and Shallow high five!)

JT: Screw Ya'll! Wayne's getting to his feet! The True Drunken Bastard of
the IWO is Actually Alive! After a Corkscrew Dropkick, a mugging, and a
Platinum Chair Shot, Whiskey Wayne is still ticking! He's got a Whiskey
Bottle. Onslaught's going into the ring with chair! Wayne is taking a drink!
Do something you idiot! I'ma end up losing eighty freakin' dollars!

Greg Parker: You better not say the F-Word Again! AWS Man (Also Known As
Bill) just might come after you! Whiskey Wayne is entering the ring. The
Referee is free and boy is he pissed. He's cursing out the Italians! The
Italians are cursing him out now. You can't out curse Italians! He should
know better than that! The Referee, losing the cursing battle, heads towards
the ring. Onslaught sees Whiskey Wayne with the whiskey bottle! Whiskey
Wayne is gonna hit him with the bottle..No! Onslaught just smashed it in his
face with the Platinum Chair! This New York Crowd is going absolutely crazy
with cheering! That's my dog! That's my dog!

JT: You're NOT Chris Tucker! Hush up! Wayne is busted open! More Blood! He's
bleeding bad! The Referee just slid in the ring. Finally, Ash is standing!
Onslaught with the chair hand..just gave the knocked out and busted open
Whiskey Wayne the finger! Ash seeing his fallen manager, looks more pissed
off that ever! Ash backs up to the corner! Onslaught turns around..SHADOW
KICK! SHADOW KICK! ASH ROBINSON JUST SHADOW KICKED THAT PLATINUM CHAIR INTO
THE FACE OF ONSLAUGHT! Pay Up, You Fools! Bow to down to what is..Ash
Robinson! Oh and remember…That's forty from each of you!

(Greg Parker and Johnny Shallow hand JT Forty Bucks Each!)

Johnny Shallow: I can't believe this! The Referee is Administering the
Count. I'ma bout to shoot that Referee!

Referee: 1…2…

Greg Parker: The Italians would shoot you first!

Referee: 3…4…5.

Johnny Shallow: Damn those Italians!

Referee: ..6..7

Greg Parker: Onslaught's moving towards the ropes!

JT: It's too late pal!

Referee: …8…9

Johnny Shallow: Onslaught's crawling on the ropes!

Referee: ..

JT: DAMN HIM! DAMN THAT BASTARD! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! ONSLAUGHT'S STANDING!
ONSLAUGHT'S STANDING! ONSLAUGHT'S STANDING! THE BASTARD IS CALLING FOR A
MICROPHONE!

Onslaught: Come…On…Ash…That's…All…Ya…Got?

JT: I HATE THAT MAN!

Greg Parker and Johnny Shallow: Our Money Back…NOW!

JT: DAMN HIM!

(JT hands Greg and Shallow back Forty Dollars!)

Greg Parker and Johnny Shallow: ALL OF IT!

(JT hands them the rest.)

Greg Parker: Uh Oh! He's turning all sorts of red again and the laughter is intensifying! Robinson is charging at Onslaught. Onslaught sidesteps. Ash with a foot sweep, Onslaught does a spinning jump and Snapmare Takedown by Onslaught! Ash charges Onslaught again, Onslaught with an Arm Drag. Ash rushes again, Onslaught with another Arm Drag. Ash reverses with a hip toss! No! Reversal! Onslaught just did a Single Arm Underhook Overhead Suplex! Onslaught runs off the ropes…Rolling Frog Splash (Onslaught does a Triple Ground Roll..pops up and nails a Frog Splash)!

JT: Damn that Onslaught! He's running off the ropes. Cartwheel into a
Moonsault! NO! Ash got his knees up! They're both getting up at the same
time. Ash picks up Onslaught, Michinoku Driver! Ash is letting Onslaught get
up to his feet. Finish him off! Ash kicks Onslaught in the stomach, causing
him to double over. Ash, off the ropes, Rocker Dropper! He pulls up
Onslaught and Sitdown Facebuster on that Platinum Chair! Serves him right
for all that punishment he gave Ash and Wayne with it! Onslaught's pulling
up on the ropes, staggering to his feet. I soooo Love this! He's right near
us too! Ash is pulling Onslaught up from that rubber rim on his shirt. Ash
has him a Reverse DDT Position. No. Ash delivers an Inverted Suplex into a
3/4 Neckbreaker (Diamond Cutter)! My Goodness! Ash pulls up Onslaught, who
stumbles towards us. Ash with a Tornado Clothesline! Both men fall over the
top! Ash is pointing to Spanish Announcement Table. Heh. SAT! Robinson just
rolled Onslaught on the table! Ash Robinson is setting Onslaught up for a
Jacknife Powerbomb! It's gonna be all over! Ash is giving the Crowd the
finger! I've taught em' so well! Ash picks him Onslaught and NO! DAMMIT!

Johnny Shallow: CATASTROPHIC (During a mid Somersault Hurricanranna aka
Dragonranna, Onslaught swiftly slides off the shoulders his opponent to
deliver a DDT.)! CATASTROPHIC THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCEMENT TABLE! THE
SAT HAS BEEN TOTALLY DEMOLISHED BY CATASTROPHIC! BOTH MEN ARE OUT COLD! The
Referee is Administering the Count!

Referee: 1…2…3…4…

Greg Parker: Both Men crawl towards the Barricade.

Referee: 5…6…7…

JT: Both Men are pulling themselves up on the Barricade! The Italians are
drawing their guns!

Referee: 8…9..

Greg Parker: SOMEHOW! JUST SOMEHOW! THESE MEN ARE BOTH STANDING! The
Italians withdraw their guns!

Johnny Shallow: Ash just ran into the ring Onslaught just went in after him!
Ash is backing up, but Onslaught is full steam ahead! Lou Thez Press on Ash
Robinson! Right hands! Right hands! Onslaught picks up Ash Robinson, but Ash
delivers a low blow! Snap Suplex! Ash holds on and follows up with a Front
Suplex! Ash off the ropes, Leg Drop! Ash is pulling him for a
Neckbreaker..Ash just nailed an Inverted Stunner!

JT: Ash is makin' a comeback! Onslaught is getting back to his feet.
Onslaught stumbles off the ropes, Double Arm DDT from Robinson! Ash is going
for that Single Arm Underhook Overhead Suplex, that Onslaught gave him
earlier! SLAM HIM! WAIT! NO! DAMN HIM!

Greg Parker: Excuse my pissed off colleague here, he's just mad because
Onslaught's punching Ash in the gut! Hehe. Ash still has arm hooked in
Hiptoss position! Onslaught with a big forearm to exposed abdomen of Ash
Robinson! Ash grabs his stomach! THE PRELUDE TO EXTINCTION (Pump Handle into
a Scooping Sit-down Piledriver aka a head-first Michinoku Driver)! ONSLAUGHT
JUST DELIVERED THE PRELUDE TO EXTINCTION! ONSLAUGHT'S GONNA WIN IT! ME AND
SHALLOW WILL FINALLY GET OUR FOURTY DOLLARS…EACH! THE REFEREE IS
ADMINISTERING THE COUNT!

Fans Counting With The Referee: 1…2…3…4…5

JT: Ash moving towards the ropes.

Fans Counting With The Referee: …6…7…8

Johnny Shallow: Ash is climbing on the ropes! Whiskey Wayne is Up! He's Up
and He's got the Platinum Chair!

Fans Counting With The Referee: …9

JT: NO! ASH FELL BACK DOWN!

The Referee: ..

Johnny Shallow: Platinum Chair Shot Across The Back of Onslaught! ONSLAUGHT
IS DOWN! THE REFEREE MUST RE-START THE COUNT NOW WITH BOTH DOWN!

Greg Parker: ASH IS MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE ROPES, AGAIN!

The Referee: 1…2…3…4..

JT: MY BOY ASH IS CLIMBING THE ROPES AS ONSLAUGHT SIMPLY STRUGGLES TO GET TO
HIS FEET!

The Referee: 5…6…7..

Johnny Shallow: ASH IS UP AND HEADING TOWARDS THE TURNBUCKLE. DAMMIT!
DAMMIT! ONSLAUGHT IS STILL STRUGGLING TO STAND!

The Referee: 8…9.

JT: DAMN! ONSLAUGHT IS UP AND ASH IS ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! ASH LEAPS OFF!
ASH WITH A BIONIC ELBOW! DAMMIT, NO! ONSLAUGHT BLOCKED IT! ONSLAUGHT HAS
TAKEN ASH DOWN BY HIS LEGS! HE'S GOING FOR COURAGE REQUIRED! NOOOOOOOOOO!
THIS ISN'T FAIR! ONSLAUGHT'S TURNING ASH OVER…ASH IS TRYING TO FIGHT IT!
HE'S FIGHTING IT..HE'S FIGHTING IT..ONSLAUGHT FLIPPED HIM THE OTHER WAY!
DAMMIT! WHY? WHY? ONSLAUGHT IS DROPPING THE KNEE! IT'S LOCKED! ONSLAUGHT HAS
LOCKED IN COURAGE REQUIRED (Onslaught applies an Elevated Boston Crab.
Turning the victim over at the proper angle, Onslaught positions himself
able to rest a knee across the head of opponent)! ONSLAUGHT HAS COURAGE
REQUIRED LOCKED IN ON ASH ROBINSON! DAMN HIM AND THESE UN-ESCAPABLE MOVES!

Ash Robinson: I Quit!

Greg Parker: ASH IS TAPPING OUT! HE'S BEATING THE HELL OUTTA THE MAT!

Johnny Shallow: I'm not sure which to pity…Ash or the Mat?

JT: DAMN ONSLAUGHT! DAMN HIM!

Greg Parker: ASH IS STARTING TO FADE! I THINK HE'S OUT! THE REFEREE IS GONNA
ADMINISTER THE PASSOUT COUNT!

(THE REFEREE CHECKS ASH'S HAND AND IT DROPS!)

Fans Count With Referee: 1!

(THE REFEREE CHECKS ASH'S HAND AND IT DROPS!)

Fans Count With Referee: 2!

(THE REFEREE CHECKS ASH'S HAND AND IT DROPS!)

Fans Count With Referee: 3!

Greg Parker and Johnny Shallow: ONSLAUGHT WON! WE WON OUR MONEY! JT…

JT: Yes?

Greg Parker and Johnny Shallow: PAY UP!

(JT hands Greg and Shallow Forty Each!)

Meygon: And Your Winner and Still Undefeated in Madison Square Garden, The
Greatest Of All Time, The Epitome of Greatness, Onslaught!

("Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson [Instrumental Version] plays as The Epitome of Greatness, Onslaught stands on second turnbuckle and does the same pose on the turnbuckle as he did at the ramp. All of a sudden the camera turns to the back were see a Limo pulling up. A worker runs over to the limo and opens the door as Missing IWO VP Tom Ford walks out of the limo. The fans go nuts as he looks around]

VP Tom: Okay son. Listen! you need to call me right when another limo shows up. Its someone more
important then your life, SO YOU TELL ME RIGHT AWAY! Got it?

Worker: Yes sir!

VP Tom: Good. Now... where's my intern?

[VP Tom walks off the camera view as it cuts to Team FWF locker room]

Justin Goldman: WHAT THE FUCK!

LiGiL: Huh?

Justin: That ass kisser of Jamie's VP Tom just showed up!

Potright: So?

Justin: I don't know...it just doesn't seem good....AND WERE THE HELL IS EVAN?

Potright: He said he needed to talk to someone before he came here tonight.

Justin: Who?

LiGiL: Who knows...

Justin: Well he better get his ass here NOW!

[The scene cuts back to the announcers sitting at there desk]

JT: Why is VP Tom here? He lost control of the IWO when he and VP Evan lost in that match at FTD!

Shallow: So? Doesn't mean anything.....he still could have control.

JT: Yea...and my ass is small!

Shallow: Damn...you got a mouth!

JT: Yea...what you going to ab.......

[SLAP]

Shallow: THAT BITCH!!!!!

Best of Three Series
Syphon Fission vs. Sam Potright

GP: Here we go. The first match of the two-outta-three
between Syphon Fission, arguably the best in the
IWO today, and Sam Potright, also arguably the best in
the IWO today. This will be a helluva match, and
the second time they've faced off against each other,
one on one. The last match between them that was
mano-e-mano, Potright walked out with a DQ victory
thanks to a faulty inteference by Joey Malone. But
Fission defeated Potright in the finals of the Utter
Obliteration Major Push tournament, pinning Potright
in
that final few seconds of the 30-minute Iron Man
"Falls Count Anywhere" three-way-dance, which also
involved Spaz. Now, each one steps in the ring... and
three ladders are around the ring. Two on the
outside, one at the top of the Ice Age ramp... this
will be hell to be in, and heaven to watch. I'm sure
of it.

JT: Quit being melodramatic and let's get to some
DESTRUCTION!

("Papercut" by Linkin Park starts up as the crowd pops
the loudest thus far in the night. The lights kick
down to a low, almost-nothing dimness... Syphon
Fission is seen walking towards the entranceway,
sliding doors shaped to look like ice and giving a
transluscent look at the hallway that leads to it...
and as
the major part of the song kicks in, the doors slide
open, and blue-and-white fireworks explode in front of
Fission. As the smoke billows upward, out walks
Fission to another huge pop. He walks to the ring, and
stops at the ladder at the ramp. He raps his knuckles
on it, and climbs up it slowly... and as he raises his
hands, the crowd cheers again as loud as possible. He
climbs back down and heads into the ring to
another explosion of blue-and-white pyro.)

GP: The IWO's super-representitive... only a step
behind Phelen Kell as the IWO's leader. He has his
work cut out for him tonight...

("Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve kicks in. This is
not Sam Potright's normal music, but... his figure
walks up to the "icy" doorway to the arena, and as
soon as his reflective, distorted body appears, the
crowd boos. Loudly. Almost to the point of
overpowering the PA! The door slide open, and as soon
as
Potright is clear of the entranceway, red fireworks
kick up behind him. He stands in front of them, a red
FWF tee shirt covering his upper torso... Fission
stares right back... and beckons one hand for Potright
to
"just bring it". Potright takes off the tee shirt...
and walks UNDER the ladder.)

JT: Now that's cocky.

(Potright walks around the ring... and goes underneath
the SECOND ladder. He goes under the third, as
well.)

GP: REALLY cocky.

Shallow: I hate cocks.

(There's quietness at the announce table as Potright
rolls into the ring. No pyro accompanies him... and
when the lights return to their normal brightness, a
bell rings.)

** DING DING DING **

GP: And here we go. For the World's Title of the IWO,
for a shot at it... Sam Potright and Syphon Fission
will battle beyond hell to get there. Potright runs at
Fission, Fission with an armbar takedown!

(The crowd cheers.)

JT: They just cheered for an armbar! Damn New Yorkers!

GP: Watch it, JT... New York fans are rowdy, y'know.
It should be noted that Sam Potright's PPV debut
was here, back in 1999, for Gold & Glory. This is
Fission's first showing in the arena, and the crowd is
obviously behind him and the IWO as he pulls Potright
up and connects with a bearhug into a Sky High!
Fission gets back up and elbowdrops Potright before
locking on a headlock. Fission is taking it slow to
begin with... smart move. Three gimmick matches is not
exactly the easiest series to go through, and
Potright's already done something like it. Fission
NEEDS to keep himself rested up for matches two and
three, if it gets that far. Fission is doing good,
however, with his headlock.

JT: This is boring.

GP: This is wrestling, JT. Don't you know what that
is?

JT: All I know is that Potright is getting to his feet
while he's still in the headlock. And all I know is
that he
just pushed Fission into the ropes, ducked, Fission
leapfrogs, but Potright catches him with an Emerald
Fusion driver as he comes back! And now Potright,
FWF's showboat for this match, grabs Fission and
piledrives him!

Shallow: Potright is rolling out of the ring, and he's
going straight for that ladder... but Fission has
enough in
him to roll out of the ring and go for another ladder.
Potright has one ladder, and Fission has another...
Fission is pushing the ladder in the ring as Potright
races down with his! It's gonna be a confrontation of
steel! Potright slides his in, slides in himself, and
picks it up at the same time as Fission, and they
charge! Fission ducks, and sweeps out Potright's legs!
Potright falls face-first on his ladder! And Fission
raises his up high! Potright sweeps Fission's feet
from underneath him, and Fission falls with the ladder
on top of him! Both men down! Both men are down!

GP: But Potright is finding the strength to get back
up... and he's tugging the ladder from Fission, and he
tosses that into a corner! And he grabs his own and
sets it up in the middle of the ropes, with the top of
the thing laying on the top of that other eight-foot
ladder! What in God's name is he doing? Now Potright
has got Fission's ladder set up so it lies sideways on
the turnbuckle... he grabs Fission... and picks up
and powerbombs him on the ladder lying above the arena
floor... now he's heading to the corner... he's
climbing atop that steel monster of a ladder... HE
LEGDROPS THE LADDER! IT WHIPS THROUGH
THE AIR AND IT JUST HIT FISSION ON THE OTHER LADDER!
OH GOOD GOD! FISSION FALLS
OFF! POTRIGHT IS DOWN! THAT WAS RIDICULOUS!

JT: YEAH YEAH YEAH! Potright is clutching his right
leg... Fission is clutching his ribs... that was so
coooooool! That was f'n PHAT, baby! But now the
action's stopped... and Potright and Fission are just
working their asses off to get up. Potright using the
steps, and Fission tugging on the apron... Potright
limps towards Fission, Fission grabs the standing
ladder and pulls it out! Potright falls under the
ladder
he set up! HAHAHAHA! That was smart and
painful-looking! Fission's good!

Shallow: Now you think of it.

JT: Huh?

Shallow: Never mind... and now Fission is trying to pick
up the ladder that Potright legdropped, but his ribs
hurt too much for him to let go of them.

(Fission takes one hand and tries to pick up the
ladder. He drags it up the steps, and now it lies atop
them.)

Shallow: Well, he got part of the way there... and he's a chick magnet...

GP: What does that have to do with anything?

JT: And don't you think EVERY guy in the IWO is a chick magnet?

Shallow: NO! No... no I don't! I swear!

JT: Yeah right. Fission is inside the ring, and is
dragging the damn ladder in... bit by bit, it's
getting in
there... but Potright's pulling himself out from
underneath the ladder! He's getting in the ring, and a
limping ex-Shrimp spears Fission down! And now he's
bringing fists into the ribcage of Fission! HEY!
He's using that thing... it involves the ring... and
something with the brain... um...

GP: Ring psychology?

JT: YEAH!

GP: Well, Potright knows that you can't breathe as
well as one can if your ribs are bruised and broken
and pained... he grabs the ladder and drops it on
Fission's ribs! Fission tries to scream... he can't!
There's not enough air for a scream! My God, this
might be the end of his career, five or six minutes
into
one match of three!

Shallow: That would be the worst possible thing.
Potright scaling the second rope... he signals for an
Elbow drop on the ladder... he jumps... FISSION MANAGES
TO TOSS THE LADDER INTO HIS FACE!
Potright goes down again, and Fission... Fission is
coughing and hacking up blood! Potright is shaking off
the effects of that ladder smashing into his face...
he's bleeding! That shot managed to split him open!
Fission is grabbed by his hair by Potright... Sam
locks his legs around Fission's head. PEDIGREE!

JT: Potright rolls over Fission and wipes some of his
blood off of his face.... he licks it! Yeah! That's
hardcore, baby! Now he's rubbing the stuff into
Fission's eyes!

Shallow: Is there such a thing as eye AIDS?

GP: No. Why?

Shallow: No reason.

JT: Heh heh... Potright dragging Fission's body to the
ladder.... slams it onto the steel! Again! Again!
Again! AGAIN! Fission is coughing up blood as it flows
down his face now! Potright has snapped! Which
would make him...

GP: Lunatic Pandora is attacking Fission! He grabs
that ladder, kicks Fission in the gut, pushes him over
to his back... he tombstones the ladder into Fission's
gut! Fission just hocked a loogie about five feet in
the air, and it was all blood! That was disgusting!
Pandora slides the ladder away... it falls out of the
ring.
Pandora runs to the ropes, and DIVES OUT?!

JT: Psycho! Ree ree ree!

Shallow: Pandora just threw himself outside of the ring
for no reason, and he's lying here, right in front of
us... Fission is down in the ring... blood is draining
from both men's bodies... Pandora is blindly searching
for the guardrail... he's got it! He lifts himself
up... and someone just threw beer in his eyes!

GP: What? What... it's Psycho Jay! Jay hates the FWF!
He was in the front row! He just socked Pandora
in the head, and he's crawling over the railing!

(The crowd cheers as they realize who it is. Jay
continues beating down Pandora, grabs the ladder left
outside, closes it, and slams it on Pandora's back.
Pandora laughs out loud as it hits him. Jay forearms
him in the back of the head, as Fission slowly but
surely gets to his feet inside the ring. Jay tosses
Pandora in the ring, grabs one of the ladders, and
sets it up in the middle of the ring. He scales the
ropes... drags Pandora up... SUPERBOMB!)

JT: OH GOOD GRAVY, THAT'S HARDCORE! YEAH YEAH YEAH!
PANDORA JUST GOT
SUPERBOMBED ONTO A LADDER!

GP: Fission has this one in the bag! But Jay is
keeping him in the corner... what the hell? HE PUNCHES
FISSION IN THE HEAD! JAY GOES OUT AND DRAGS A TABLE
FROM UNDER THE RING! HE
WANTS TO HURT THE FWF BADLY!

Shallow: Jay sets up the table in the ring... he grabs
Pandora... lifts him up for a powerbomb... BUT
FISSION JUST SLIDES THE LADDER ACROSS THE TABLE, AND
IT HITS JAY IN THE GUT! JAY
LETS GO OF PANDORA, AND HE GOES THROUGH THE TABLE
ANYWAY! Fission tosses Jay out of
the ring! He wants one-on-one... he turns around, and
Pandora has recovered quickly! Pandora with a
lariat, and down goes Fission! Pandora is slinking
back into Potright again... and now Sam Potright is
taking control of this match! He limps to the
perennial wrestler in the IWO... a boot to the head.
He's
setting up a ladder... and he's going for the
suitcase! But Fission has gotten a second wind and now
he's
after Potright, going up the other side of the ladder!
They're up near the suitcase... Potright has it, he
has
it! Fission punches him in the gut, and Potright
responds with a left hand to the top of the head!
Fission
isn't stopping, because he thwacks Potright with a
blow to the jaw! Potright grabs Fission and slams his
head on the ladder... he tries pushing Fission off the
ladder, but Fission stays on! Potright with a couple
of punches, Fission blocks one, climbs up a step, and
sets one foot on the top of the ladder! The other...
ENZIGURI WITH BOTH MEN ON TOP OF AN EIGHT-FOOT LADDER!
POTRIGHT SAILS INTO THE
ROPES, AND FISSION JUST BARELY MANAGES TO CLING TO THE
LADDER! HE SWINGS
AROUND... he's climbing back up! What ATHLETICISM!
Fission has the chance! He has the chance!

GP: Potright is down! Potright is down! Fission is
up... he's way up! He's almost there, he reaches for
the
briefcase... but he stops! WHAT'S HE THINKING? Fission
has so much adrenaline flowing through him...
he's looking back down at Potright! He's pointing to
Potright, who's down on the mat, near the ropes!
FISSION IS TRYING TO STAND ATOP THE LADDER! HE PUTS
BOTH HANDS ON TOP OF THE
BRIEFCASE, KICKS THE LADDER AWAY! NOW HE'S SWAYING THE
DAMN BRIEFCASE BACK
AND FORTH! HE'S NUTS! HE LETS GO, HUGE-ASS ELBOWDROP!
POTRIGHT JUST SIMPLY, IS
DESTROYED! BUT SO IS FISSION! FISSION JUST COST
HIMSELF THE FIRST WIN! He has
forgotten about the idea of taking the first match
slow, obviously! Fission rolls to the outside of the
ring...
that adrenaline rush must have climaxed and ended with
the elbow drop, because you can plainly see
that he's coughing blood back up and is clutching his
ribs! Neither man has the chance now!

JT: Well, Potright is getting up after that
elbow drop... he has got the stamina advantage in this
match, for
sure. He's been through worse in the last few months.
Fission is using the apron to get to his feet...
POTRIGHT BASEBALL SLIDES A LADDER INTO FISSION'S FACE!
I THINK I SAW A TOOTH FLY
OUT! FISSION IS DOWN NEXT TO THE RING! Potright slides
out... he grabs Fission by the hair...
SLAMS HIM INTO THE STEEL POST! Fission bleeding
profusely, Potright bleeding profusely, but
obviously neither man cares! I don't think Fission's
awake enough to care...

Shallow: Potright grabs Fission, slams him into the
steps again! He turns to the crowd and showboats! What
a dick.

JT: I knew you'd sucked him off.

Shallow: Shut up. You're a fag. Potright not paying
attention... Fission, although weak as hell, gets a
low
blow in!

JT: See? He said "blow" again.

Shallow: SHUT UP YOU BUMBLE FUCK! Fission manages to pull Potright's leg
and Potright falls into the steps, slamming his
head. Potright down now, and a weak Fission slams his
head back into the steps. Again and again... I
think Fission is regaining strength with EVERY HIT!
Look at Fission's face!

JT: I see a lot of blood.

Shallow: Behind the blood, moron. Fission's smiling!
He's going maniacal! He's just slamming and
slamming Potright's head into the steps! Fission
tosses Potright in like he's nothing!

GP: It must be another adrenaline rush! Fission picks
up a ladder, rams it into Potright's gut, slams it so
hard that it bounces off Potright's back! The pain!
Fission grabs Potright... he's signaling for a Death
Plunge(Pedigree)... NO! Potright lifts him up,
NOVACAINE ON THE LADDER! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN
AGAIN! Potright rolls off of Fission... he's crawling
on his hands and knees, blind to the world... he has
to
be reaching for a ladder. He has to be... there's
nothing else to grab for! Potright seems to have a
ladder... yes, he does, he lifts it up, turns around,
FISSION! KICK TO THE GUT, POTRIGHT DROPS
THE LADDER, FISSION HITS THE DEATH PLUNGE ON THE
RUNGS! AND HE FALLS BACK,
ALMOST DEAD! Potright's head just clanged, I swear,
off that steel like a basketball would! He's damn
near dead! So is Fission... and they still have ONE
MORE GURANTEED MATCH!

JT: Boy, you're excited. Fission is trying to wake
himself up... Potright isn't even moving. Fission
crawling to the ladder... he shakes the limp body of
Sam Potright off the ladder. Syphon is setting that
ladder up, slowly... now look, the pace is dead.
Boring.

Shallow: Fission slowly getting up the rungs... Potright
starting to move... Fission's up there! Syphon Fission
can reach for the briefcase! He lunges for it once,
misses... Potright is amazingly on his feet! He's
grabbing a ladder, and he heaves it up with all his
might! Potright TOSSES THE LADDER AT FISSION,
IT HITS HIM, AND DOWN GOES FISSION! DOWN GOES FISSION!
POTRIGHT FALLS BACK INTO
THE ROPES, AND FISSION IS ABOUT AS AWAKE AS JIMMY
HOFFA IS!

GP: What... a... match! Both men just wanting to win
it! Potright pushes his body from the ropes and falls
onto the ladder... he's looking up at the briefcase.
This is HIS CHANCE... Sam Potright has his chance.
He climbs up one rung! Onto the other!

JT: My GRANDMA MOVES FASTER THAN HIM, and SHE'S DEAD!

GP: Potright getting to the halfway point of the
ladder... he's up there... one more step... he's in
reach of
the case! Potright reaching for it... Fission is
down... this could be the end! This could be the end!
This
very well could be...

JT: QUIT WITH THE JR MANNERISMS!

GP: I'm play-by-play! I do it this way -- POTRIGHT HAS
BECOME UNCONSCIOUS AT THE TOP OF
THE LADDER!

JT: What?

Shallow: Huh?

GP: He's collapsed on the ladder! That blood drainage
must have left him as weak as a wet twig... he
has to be exhausted. Fission is tugging at the bottom
rope, pulling himself up... he's going to the ladder!
Fission is climbing up the ladder! He gets up there...
POTRIGHT WAS PLAYING POSSUM! HE GRABS
SYPHON FISSION BY THE HEAD, LIFTS HIM UP, WAR WITHIN A
BREATH DDT OFF THE DAMN
EIGHT-FOOT LADDER! FISSION'S SKULL IS CRUSHED,
POTRIGHT'S LIFE JUST FLASHED
BEFORE HIS EYES, AND ONCE AGAIN, THIS CROWD IS IN
DISBELIEF! BOTH MEN HAVE
MANAGED TO USE THE LADDER TO ENHANCE THEIR FINISHING
MANUEVERS!

JT: FWF vs. IWO equals this? Man.

Shallow: Potright just spits up blood... Fission is out
of it, just like Potright was... Potright with a
cover! He
has no idea that he's in a ladder match!

JT: I'd say he's stupid, but he DID side with the FWF.

Shallow: Turncoat. Potright rolls off of Fission...
tries to get to his feet... and he can't. I think this
match may
need to be stopped!

JT: C'mon... Potright.... Potty... you went through a
geometric shape in harder conditions than this! You
battled in a Japanese death match that was tougher than
this! YOU CAN DO IT! TEAR HIS FUCKING
HEAD OFF!

GP: Well, that was... colorful.

JT: It's what I'm here for.

GP: Potright leans over... spits up blood... and now
what?

Pandora: "Your head's so filled with thoughts, you
can't use your imagination, it's like a sky full of
stars,
you can't find a constellation... cuz everyone's so
sensitive to any bad vibrations... you're so
impressing,
while we're REGRESSING... I DON'T MEAN TO PISS YOU
OFF, with things I might say, BUT WHEN I
TRY TO SHUT MY MOUTH THEY COME OUT ANYWAY, AND IF YOU
SPOKE YOUR MIND, YOU
MIGHT FEEL MORE CONNECTED... until you stand
Politically CORRECTED!"

GP: Oh crap. Lunatic Pandora is back! He doesn't feel
pain, quit basically! He grabs Fission, lifts him up,
tosses him into the corner and lifts him up on top of
it... PANDORA SYNDROME (Top-Rope Brainbuster)
to FISSION! HE GRABS HIM, A NORMAL BRAINBUSTER!
PANDORA CLIMBS THE ROPES, LAST
RAY OF HOPE (900 Splash)! AMAZING! PANDORA HAS
REJUVENATED THE BODY OF SAM
POTRIGHT! PANDORA LIFTS FISSION UP, TOSSES HIM INTO
THE ROPES, DUCKS HIS HEAD,
GOES FOR A SHOULDER TOSS! FISSION HOLDS ON, HE HOLDS
ON, HE DDTS PANDORA INTO
THE LADDER! Fission goes down, but Pandora... he
shakes it off and gets back up!

JT: Fission should give up... he can't win! Because
he's IWO, and he'll never be THE CHAMP! Pandora
kips up to his feet... he grabs Fission, Fission
manages to poke him in the eyes! Fission was playing
possum this time! Pandora rubs his eye... FISSION
KICKS HIM IN THE NUTS! CHEATER! Fission tips
over the ladder! He drop-toe holds Pandora into it,
reaches over, REGALHOLD THROUGH THE
LADDER! HE HAS A REGALHOLD LOCKED IN ON LUNATIC
PANDORA, AND HE LAUGHS! I have to
admit, that has to hurt! Maybe that's why it's so
entertaining.

Shallow: Sicko. Pandora is still laughing... except...
my God... he's screaming! That laughter is turning to
screaming! Pandora must be reverting back into
Potright, and now Potright is screaming over in pain!
Fission is holding on as long as he can... he's
straining himself to pain Potright! Potright tapping
out, but
there are no tap-outs in this match! No pins, no
count-outs, no disqualifications! Fission finally lets
go...
Potright's hands instantly go to his back. That was
hell.

GP: Fission rolls Potright out from the ladder...
Fission seems to have gotten a good rest with the
Regal hold. Syphon stomps Potright in the back, and now
he sets up the ladder over his opponent.
Syphon is going to win it with Potright below the
ladder! Maybe going under the ladders wasn't such a
good idea for Potright! Fission is up there... he
reaches for the briefcase... grabs it... he's trying
to
disconnect it, the thing's stuck... Potright is
getting to his feet! He looks at where he is...
POTRIGHT
USES HIS ARMS TO KICK UP THE SIDES OF THE LADDER! THE
THING WOBBLES, POTRIGHT
GETS OUT, AND HE PUSHES THE LADDER OVER! FISSION GOES
DOWN AGAIN, BUT HE
BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES... WALKS TOWARDS POTRIGHT,
POTRIGHT GRABS HIM, WAR
WITHIN A BREATH, NO, REVERSED! RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS
SUPLEX AND POTRIGHT
LANDS ON THE LADDER! Fission is on a roll, as he picks
up Potright, and gives him a Falcon Arrow!
Now Fission is rolling out of the ring... he's getting
a table!

Shallow: Tables? Yes, two of them! Fission pushes them
in... sets them up... he's putting one on top of the
other! He's got them right near the turnbuckles, and
he grabs a ladder! He sets it up between the
turnbuckles and the tables! And now... he's signaling
for something! He gets Potright, and he's sending
him up top... he gets Potright to the top. What is he
doing? He's heading up the turnbuckles, and now
he's climbing up the ladder... oh no... OH NO... not
that! He's got Potright, he has him set up... he
signals
for it again! NO! NO NO NO! NOOO!

JT: YES! FISSION WITH A DEATH PLUNGE TO POTRIGHT
THROUGH TWO FRICKIN' TABLES OFF
OF THE TOP OF A LADDER! HE KILLED SAMMY-BOY, AND I
THINK I JUST ORGASMED!

GP: That could have killed Sam Potright!

Shallow: There's no one moving! Fission crawling from
his wreckage... now he's rolling onto the apron,
getting up again... now he's climbing the damn
turnbuckles again. And he's getting BACK ON THE
LADDER!

JT: He's getting crazier, no doubt about it. He's
heading back up to the top... Potright's surrounded by
wood... Fission has no idea what he's going to do! He
can't even think of anything!

GP: Potright sat up!

JT: Fission is lost up there! He's not a high-flying
wrestler! Potright is climbing up at him... Fission
goes
for a boot, POTRIGHT TUGS AT HIS FOOT! FISSION GETS
NUTTED ON THE LADDER!
POTRIGHT... NO! HE'S CLIMBING BACK DOWN, AND HE PUSHES
THE LADDER... INCOMING!
ABANDON TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBLEEE!

*CRASH!*

GP: SYPHON FISSION HAS JUST GONE THROUGH OUR
ANNOUNCING *crackle*.

(Syphon's arm twitches, pulling Greg's headset off.
Potright stares at the wreckage he's caused... he
bounces off the opposite ropes, jumps onto the top one
when he comes back, and sentons to the
outside!)

JT: AHHH! FWF MEMBER IN FLIGHT! WARNING! GOOD LORD!
GET AWAY FROM ME! I LIKE
BLOOD, BUT NOT ON THE SUIT, OKAY? OKAY?

(Potright drags Fission from the table remains, and
rolls him in the ring. Potright rolls in, that limp
showing up again as he stands up. Potright grabs the
ladder, and drags it more towards the center of the
ring, and scales it.)

JT: Is he going for the briefcase or not? WHAT'S GOING
ON? GREG, PUT ON YOUR HEADSET!
SHALLOW... UM... SUCK MY DICK!

*SLAP!*

JT: NO! I THOUGHT YOU COULDN'T HEAR ME!

GP: I'm back! Potright's up top... he signals for
something... Christ Air time, I believe! He goes to
jump...
he falls off!

JT: What the hell?

GP: His leg! It must have returned in full-force for
him! He's down on the mat! Fission is crawling up the
ladder... can this young man do it? He's getting up
there with blood in his eyes and broken ribs and god
knows what else, but he's getting up the ladder!
Potright is clutching his shin! Fission is up top...
he
reaches for the briefcase! He grabs it... HE PULLS IT
DOWN! HE WINS! FISSION WINS THE FIRST
MATCH!

*DING DING DING*

Winner of Match 1 of Best-of-3: Syphon Fission

GP: What a match. Sam Potright is rolling out of the
ring and is limping to the back... Fission is
clutching
the briefcase and IWO officials take it from him... we
saw some offense innovated tonight, didn't we?

JT: Well, we have NO TABLE! DAMMIT TO HELL!

GP: Shallow?

(Shallow can't find her headset.)

GP: Shallow? Hello? Anyone... ah, forget it. Later on,
match 2!


LATER ON:

(Sam Potright is seen in the Team FWF locker room.
He's clearing blood from his forehead with a white
towel. He tosses the towel into the sink and turns to
the camera. His knee is taped up.)

Potright: Syphon Fission... you walked out there and
beat me in a match where three ladders were
used... I'll tell you that much. But there's a future
ahead of us... another match, at least one more... no,
there will be TWO more matches tonight... I'm going to
take this next match. Just watch me, Fission,
watch me. I don't care how bad you think you are,
you're going in our next match with one win and no
losses tonight... you'll come out with the score tied
up. I'm coming, Syphon... watch out, because in the
end... you'll have to battle once more to prove your
worth to the IWO. And you'll have to prove that
Team FWF is not cleaning up this stink hole... can you,
Syphon? Can you prove yourself right? Are you
the successor to the throne, or but a simple
pretender? Let's find out, Fission...

(Dissolve to Syphon Fission standing in the IWO locker
room. Behind him, wrestlers slide on kneepads
and elbow pads. He has tape rolled across his forehead,
and his ribs are especially taped up. His eyes
glint with rage, intensity, and pain, all rolled
together.)

Fission: Potright, you don't impress me. Your moves
may break my bones, but I'll get up. Your body may
take punishment, but it's obvious that I could dish it
out more than you could. The same thing's going to
happen in our next match, buddy. I tell you to bring
your ass to the ring, so I can see how far I can
inject
my boot into it. Meet you in the ring, you FWF fall
boy.

(Fission walks off-camera as we fade out to the
ring...)

GP: Here we go. Match Two. And apparently, Potright
and Fission are just as prepared to throw their
careers into this match, from their words.

("Take The Power Back" by Rage Against The Machine
plays, interrupting Greg's announcing. Out walks
FWF President Justin Goldman, whom the crowd boos.
He's the boss... why wouldn't they? He gets in
the ring and takes a microphone.)

Justin Goldman: You know, for a long time now, I've
kept myself out of IWO business... I let the fed ride
on it's own, through good and bad, even though I
could've changed the whole face of TV, and could have
made it a helluva lot better. I only inserted myself
in certain situations backstage, and I've kept off
camera completely. But, no more. No more. Sure, the
IWO/FWF merger made headlines, but... do we
really have to sit out here and watch the Kosoy
Family get hurt every week by cheaply paid, poor
workers in the IWO? Hell, maybe I should walk over and
get High Flyer the FWF World title, just to make
things equal, because that is what we basically are,
Jamie: equal partners! 49% for us, 49% for you. Like
it or not, that other 2% of the IWO means nothing, and
so we are, yes, equal partners. That doesn't give
you good reason to step up and shoot your mouth, and I can
fire people when you damn well feel like it!
        There are many superstars in the backstage who I
think deserve a shot... one of them is in this
best of three series right now. But, really... we need
to give a shot to someone else, too. Someone who I
think is worthy of grasping a #1 contender's slot for
Conspiracy Theory in January. Someone... who hated
the FWF. Someone... whom the IWO once hated. Someone
special, someone who I think does deserve
his shot, even if this is his only one. Ladies and
gentlemen... let the music play, and find out who this
star
is...

("Bloodline" by Slayer plays over the PA system as
none other than Donnie Daze walks out.)

Justin Goldman: Yes, ladies and gentlemen... DONNIE
DAZE! He is the next big thing to hit the IWO...
and because I AM THE BOSS AROUND HERE, what I say...
IS TRUE!

(Goldman leaves the ring, leaving Donnie to walk
around the ring and warm up.)

GP: Well... this is a surprise, to say the least.

JT: Hey, it could've been worse. It could've been 0¿0!
Imagine what would happen to Team CGI!

GP: Well, I've been passed this letter... here is the
next match.

Best of 3 Falls for #1 Contendership
Syphon Fission vs. Sam Potright vs. Donnie Daze
Match Two: Last Man Standing, 20 Count Match

("Papercut" by Linkin Park plays as Syphon Fission
walks out, still taped up as much as before. He rolls
into the ring, glances at Donnie Daze, and climbs the
turnbuckles, eliciting a loud cheer from the crowd.
He takes a deep breath... and blows it out. He climbs
back down, as the lights go low again... "Faster
Grace" by Custom, Sam's normal music, plays as Sam
Potright himself walks down the aisle, with his
knee taped up and blood soaked away. The crowd boos
him as he walks down to the ring. He rolls in,
and gets right in the face of Daze. Fission sneaks up
behind him... and Sam turns and wallops Fission in
the side of the head with a punch. Donnie forearms
Potright in the lower back, and the bell rings.)

GP: Triple Threat Last Man Standing match! Daze is
taking the advantage on Potright as Fission steps
back and lets the new contender in this match go to
work on Potright. Daze laying in the blows to
Potright, and Fission gets a good time to relax. Daze
launches Potright into the ropes, goes for a back
body drop, Potright with a snap DDT! Potright gets
right back up and dives at Fission! And now Fission
and Potright go at it! Potright pushes Fission against
the ropes, snaps him with a stiff chop! Another one!
He goes for a third, Fission ducks, chop to Potright!
Fission with another one, and Daze stops a third
one! Atomic drop to Fission! Potright mule kicks
Fission into Daze, while propelling himself over the
ropes! Potright grabs Fission's leg, and tries to drag
him out!

Shallow: Potright pulls Fission out, another fist fight
occurs! Daze bounces off the ropes, comes in with a
baseball slide! Potright is launched into the
guardrail, as Daze pulls himself the rest of the way
out! He
turns towards Potright, but Fission is on the apron!
Daze appears to be going for Sweet Chin Music... but
Fission off the apron with a bulldog! Potright walks
forward, and picks up Daze by the hair... slams his
face into the apron! Oh no! Wait.. he dumped me! What
am I talking about? HIT HIM AGAIN, SAM!

JT: Yikes. Potright scrapes Daze's head across the
apron, but Fission comes from behind, GERMAN
SUPLEX ON THE OUTSIDE! The ref starts the count!

1... 2.... 3.... 4.... 5....

JT: Potright back up... like he's gonna be knocked out
first time he hits the ground. Ha! Daze and Fission
having a stare down, Potright pushes Fission into Daze,
Daze swings at Fission, Fission ducks, Potright
catches the punch! Daze trying to get loose, but
Potright clutches onto that fist! Fission kicks
Potright
between the legs, and rams the two of their heads
together! Potright lariats Fission down and holds his
head!

GP: Fast-paced action thus far. Daze clears the
cobwebs, knees Potright in the stomach! He carries him
to the steps, slams him down! Fission getting back to
his feet... Daze tosses Potright into the steel post!
Potright woozy... Fission goes and gets a Full Nelson
Drop on Daze! Daze clutching his tailbone! It's hard
to control the match with three men in the equation...
Potright elbow drops Fission as Fission gets up, and
he begins to punch and elbow at those ribs of Fission!
Fission clutches Potright's leg, he's trying to figure
out what to do with it! Daze holding onto his
tailbone, he gets up... low dropkick in the back of
Potright's
head, Potright goes forward, Fission rolls under him,
ANKLELOCK SUBMISSION ON POTRIGHT! Daze
slides up behind Fission, he locks on a sleeper!
Potright flailing his other leg, he connects with a
hit to
the side of Fission! Fission lets up a little bit,
Potright squirms free, and with his leg wounded again,
he's
laying in shots to Fission as Daze holds him in a
sleeper!

JT: Well, this has been... interesting, so far. A lot
of double-teaming so far... Potright lays in a stiff
kick,
and Daze lets go of Fission! Fission falls down! The
ref starts another count!

1... 2... 3.... 4.... 5... 6.... 7.. 8... 9... 10...
11... 12...

Shallow: Fission back up, he goes to Daze, who tries to
lock up with him. Fission ducks that, Tazzmission
on Daze! Potright backs up a few feet, runs forward
even with the injured leg, and missile dropkicks
Daze in the stomach! Daze falls forward, Fission on
top of him! Potright gets up... he grabs a chair and
gets on the apron... ahhh! I see! He runs and jumps,
holding the chair and smacking it across the back of
Fission! Fission lets up on Daze, and both men are
down! Potright with another swing of the chair! The
referee pushes him back... starts the count for both
men!

1... 2.... 3..... 4..... 5..... 6..... 7.... 8....
9..... 10.... 11.... 12... 13... 14... 15... 16...

GP: Daze is up, and he's carrying Fission on his back!
Daze has no idea where he is! And he's got 265
pounds on his back! Daze slams Fission onto the apron,
and Fission's body falls off of his back. Daze
stands up straight... he looks around, Potright comes
towards him, Daze grabs him and gets a Samoan
Drop! Fission gets up off his spot sitting partially
on the apron... Fission grabs Daze's hair and slams
him
into the guardrail! The ref is counting Potright!

... 4.... 5.... 6..... 7..... 8.... 9... 10... 11...
12... 13... 14...

JT: Potright on his feet! Fission slams Daze's head
again and again! Potright comes in, THEY BOTH DO
IT! And Potright throws Daze back, and Daze falls into
the apron! Potright goes for a clothesline, Daze
ducks, Potright clings to the bottom rope and rolls
in! Daze doesn't see him... Potright gets up, reaches
over the top, grabs Daze by the hair! Listen to Donnie
scream! Potright is lifting him off the ground!
Fission goes... missile dropkick! Potright lets go of
Daze, and Syphon just sent himself halfway into the
ring! The other side is on the outside! It's a tree of
woe on the apron! Daze kicks Fission in the face...
grabs that chair... hops on the guardrail, spins
around, and sails a foot into the chair! Fission falls
out of
the tree of woe, and any wounds he cleaned up HAVE TO
BE OPENED! YES! BLOOD!

Referee: One... two.... three... four... five...
six... seven!... eight!... nine!... Ten!....
Eleven!... Twelve!....
Thirteen!... Fourteen!... Fifteen!... Sixteen!...

(Fission pulls himself to his feet using the apron.
Daze rolls in with chair in hand. Fission rolls in
two, and
the ref waves off the count.)

Shallow: Potright waiting for Daze, kicks him in the
stomach, picks up Daze, DOUBLE UNDERHOOK
POWERBOMB! On the chair! Potright into the ropes,
Lionsault, Fission pulls Daze out of the way!
Potright's chest connects with cold, hard steel!
Painful!

GP: Potright is down for the count, and so is Daze!

Ref: 1.... two.... 3.... four.... 5.... six!... 7!
Eight! Nine!

Shallow: Both men up... Fission grabs Daze, DEATH
PLUNGE! Potright waits for Fission to get up, WAR
WITHIN A BREATH! Potright is the only one standing
now!

Ref: One... two... three... four... five... six...
seven... eight...

JT: Well, these guys have gotten resilient in the last
few minutes. Daze pulls Fission to a corner, and
begins choking him with his boot! Potright joins him!
And these two HATE each other! Justin's choice
wrestler and the FWF's representative are taking out
Fission! Potright grabs Daze, RUSSIAN LEG
SWEEP! Never mind!

GP: Potright picks up Fission, belly-to-belly! He goes
to the second rope, elbow drop on Fission! Potright
crawls over, grabs the chair... he's waiting for one
of them to get up...

Ref: One! Two! Three!... Four! Five! Six!... Seven!...
Eight, nine, ten! Eleven! Twelve! Thirteen!

Shallow: Daze is up... Potright tosses the chair at him,
Daze catches it, Potright goes for a Kamikaze Kick!
Daze takes on step back, AND POTRIGHT LANDS ON HIS
LEG! POTRIGHT CLUTCHING HIS LEG,
AND DAZE GIVES HIM A STIFF SHOT TO THE HEAD WITH THE
COLD HARD STEEL! Mmm...
cold... hard... whoops. Did that slip out? Sorry. Daze
takes that chair, and now he's driving it into the
joint
that connects Potright's shin to his thigh! He's
trying to destroy the joint! Fission is laughing at
this!
Potright trying to get away... Potright brains him in
the back of the skull! Potright back out of it, and
Daze
is just devouring that joint with the steel!

GP: Fission steps forward... he's asking for the
chair. Look, he's telling him that they're on the same
side!
IWO! Daze hands him the chair... FISSION WITH A CHAIR
SHOT ON DAZE! So much for partisan
lines! This is the World title we're talking about!
Now Fission is taking out Potright's leg! Fission and
Potright, obviously, are NOT on good terms with each
other... it's not like Potright/Daze, but it might
be...
someday.

JT: Talk about my kind of guy! Fission is just
drilling Potright with the chair! Finally Fission
drops the
chair on the mat, and he picks up Potright. Lifts him
up, KNEE SMASHER AND POTRIGHT DROPS
OFF ONTO THE STEEL! Potright yells in pain!

Potright: AHHH! Dammit!

GP: Wow... that's yelling loud, if we can pick it up.
Fission rips that chair out from underneath
Potright...
he's going for another one... and the ref takes the
chair from him!

JT: WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ZEBRA BOY?

GP: I think the ref doesn't want a career to be ended
by a knee injury! That's what I think! Potright has to
be in agony!

JT: The ref's not doing his job! Both Daze AND
Potright are down, and he isn't counting them!
Instead,
he's arguing with Fission! Fission can drill him with
the chair if he wants!

Shallow: Well, it doesn't matter now.

JT: Why?

GP: Yeah, why?

Shallow: Because GUESS WHO'S BACK?!

GP: Potright has transformed into Pandora! He grabs
Fission, kick to the stomach, STUNNER! Pandora
gets up... he notices the condition his leg is in. He
grabs the chair from the ref, and that stripped shirt
backs away! Can't say I can blame him. Pandora takes
that chair... and he's got it directed at his knee?

*THWACK!*

GP: HE'S HITTING HIMSELF IN THE KNEE WITH THE CHAIR!
HE DOES IT AGAIN! HE'S TRYING
TO END HIS.. wait a second.

(Pandora walks around the ring, with little to no
visible damage.)

GP: Did he...?

Shallow: He fixed his knee up! There's something to
Pandora I guess we don't know about.

JT: Well, Pandora is standing tall... and the referee
makes the count.

Ref: ONE!... TWO!...

GP: Daze is up.

Ref: THREE! FOUR! ... FIVE!... SIX!... SEVEN! ...
EIGHT! NINE!

JT: And now Fission is up as well... he goes for Daze,
he and Daze lock up, headlock by Daze. Pandora
walks in, pulls Daze off of Fission! And he tosses
Daze into the corner! He grabs Fission, tosses him
into
the other corner! Pandora tosses Fission out of the
corner he was just tossed in, and tosses him right
into
Daze's corner! Daze moves! Fission stumbles backwards,
Daze comes in with a falling neck breaker!
Pandora recedes... Potright is back.

Ref: ONE!... Two! Three! Four! Five! Six!... Seven!...
Eight!... Nine!...

GP: Fission gets up from that neck breaker. Daze is
awaiting him... spine buster! Daze hops over...
COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT ELBOW IS COMING UP!

JT: Copyright Infringement Elbow?

GP: Isn't the "People's Elbow" copyrighted?

JT: You can't COPYRIGHT A MOVE!

Shallow: Even I knew that!

GP: Well, excussssssssse me! Anyway, Daze off one
rope, off the other, he goes for the kill... Fission
rolls out of the way! Fission grabs Daze's legs, he
goes and locks on a figure-four! Daze in pain, and
Potright grabs that chair! He drives it into the leg
of Daze, and now Daze is going to have the injured
leg!
Potright takes the chair, and he slams it on Daze's
head! He turns around, goes for it on Fission, but
Fission gets a hand up and stops it! He releases the
figure four, and now the two are battling over a
chair! Potright tugs on it, Fission tugs back,
Potright tugs on it hard, Fission tugs back, Potright
tugs on it
again, and Fission lets go! POTRIGHT HITS HIMSELF IN
THE HEAD WITH THE CHAIR! Smart move
by Fission!

Shallow: He scrambled Potright's brains! Potright is
pissed... he charges for a spear, Fission leapfrogs
over
it, POTRIGHT SPEARS THE REF!

JT: HOORAY! MORE STUFF CAN BE GOTTEN AWAY WITH!

Shallow: The ref is down! Fission comes from behind and
locks on a Tazzmission on Potright! He lifts him
up... TAZZMISSIONPLEX ON SAM POTRIGHT! That move can
break necks if performed a certain way,
and for all we know, THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN THAT WAY!

JT: Oh, c'mon.

Shallow: C'mon what?

JT: That was a fake injury, the whole broken neck
angle in ECW. You complete and total mark.

Shallow: Oh.

GP: Daze is up again... Fission gets to his feet, and
walks into a boot from Daze! Daze spins him around,
MARCO POLO SUBMISSION(Tazzmission)! It's time to see
who can apply this move better! Fission
flailing around, trying to get loose, but Daze is
holding on! He links the legs around Fission, but
Fission is
somehow... somehow, he's still standing! Fission near
the ropes, Potright is up, SWEET CHIN MUSIC
SUPERKICK TO FISSION! Fission falls backwards over the
top rope, carrying Daze with him! Fission
lands on his feet, AND DAZE IS STILL WITH THAT MARCO
POLO SUBMISSIONO ON HIM! Potright
DIVES BETWEEN THE MIDDLE AND TOP ROPES! DAZE AND
FISSION INTO THE GUARDRAIL,
AND DAZE MIGHT HAVE BROKEN HIS BACK!

JT: Yeah, right. That was a fake injury, the whole
broken back angle.

Shallow: What are you talking about?

JT: The broken back angle! You don't remember it?

Shallow: No...

JT: Blonde.

*SMACK!*

JT: Owie! Daze lets go of the Marco Polo
Submission... Fission trying to get the blood back to
his
head... and Potright is getting up off the floor. He
grabs Fission, throws him into the steps! Lifts him
up,
goes for it again, Fission stops him! Elbow to the
gut! And Fission sends Potright over the steps! Now
Fission is removing those same steps! Oh boy oh boy oh
boy, HE HITS POTRIGHT WITH THEM!
Fission drops the steps! Yes! Do it! He takes
Potright, I know what he's thinking about, and I like
it! He
sets up Potright... DEATH PLUNGE ON THE STEPS! Daze is
up, he goes over to Fission, Fission with a
boot, DEATH PLUNGE ON DAZE! ON THE OUTSIDE! Fission's
got it won. No doubt about it. Now
where's the zebra boy?

Shallow: No ref in sight... both Potright and Daze are
down... Fission is rolling into the ring. And the
crowd
here in MSG is counting Potright and Daze out!

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT!
NINE! TEN! ELEVEN!... TWELVE!
THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN!
EIGHTEEN! NINETEEN! TWENTY!
TWENTY-ONE!...

GP: If there WAS a ref, Fission would've won this! But
now it's too late, as Potright is crawling into the
ring, and he's got a chair! And there's Daze! Daze
rolls in... Potright is in, Fission has grabbed a
chair...
Daze gets up, walks between them, and both have bad
ideas, both have got REALLY BAD IDEAS...!
DAZE DUCKS A DOUBLE CHAIR-SHOT! POTRIGHT AND FISSION
HIT EACH OTHER! BOTH GO
DOWN! Did you HEAR those chair shots?

Shallow: A conchairto gone wrong, that's for sure! Now
Daze is the only one standing... and the ref's awake!

Ref: One!....... Two!....... Three!..... Four!......
Five!..... Six!...... Seven!..... Eight!.... Nine!...
Ten!....
Eleven!... Twelve!...

(The crowd starts counting along.)

Ref/Crowd: ... Thirteen!... Fourteen!.... Fifteen!....
Sixteen!... Seventeen!... Eighteen!....
Nineteen!...........
Twenty!

*DING DING DING*

Winner of Match Two: Donnie Daze

Score: Fission - 1
Daze - 1
Potright - 0

GP: An awry chair shot... or was it?... costs Fission
and Potright a helluva match. Daze, a new entrant,
takes the win. Now, one more match... should Daze or
Fission win it, they got the shot at Conspiracy
Theory.

(Fades to a promo for the next pay per view.)

I.C. Tag team Championship
Team Tampax -c- vs. Those Damned Mexicans vs. Bastards Incorporated

GP: Well guys, our next match will could quite possibly bring back the idle
IC Tag Team Division when we pit the current tag team champions Team Tampax
against Those Damned Mexicans and Bastards Incorportated!

JT: Tampax has ruined the IC tag title division ever since they beat the
Winds of Change a few weeks ago. Now it's time for them to step down and
let a true team win.

Shallow: Well ya know JT, Those Damned Mexicans have become pretty popular
with the fans as of late. They could very well pull off the victory tonight
and grab their first titles right here tonight.

GP: Well we're all about to find out right now. Here's Meygon with the
introductions.

Meygon: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the IWO
INTERCONTINENTAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!! Making their way to the arena
from...I don't know because they didn't do their roster! But they
are....DIABLO..EDGUARDO....THOSE DAMNED MEXICANS!!!

Shallow: What an ovation for Those Damned Mexicans!

GP: WAIT JUST A SECOND!! OUT OF NO WHERE CYANIDE AND ANGRY JOHNSON JUST
ATTACKED THOSE DAMNED MEXICANS!! I guess this match is underway!

JT: But where are the champs Greg?? Team Tampax has yet to arrive!

Shallows: What's that on the Titantron??

GP: IT'S TEAM TAMPAX!! AWS MAN(ALSO KNOWN AS BILL) AND SCHITZO TOD HAVE BEEN
BEATEN TO A BLOODY MESS! MY GOD! WHO DID THIS?

JT: WHO CARES!? Bastards Inc is in complete control now! Cyanide takes
Edguardo and piledriver on the steel ramp! DID YOU SEE HIS HEAD JOHNNY?

Shallow: NO! I was too busy watching Angry Johnson perform a facebuster on
Diablo! My god what a wreck!

GP:Wait a second! Cyanide now making the cover!

ONE!!

TWOOO!

KICKOUT! I Didn't think they were goin out that early...

JT: Cyanide now lifting Edguardo to his feet and drags him into the ring.
Cyanide climbs the top turnbuckle and hits a flying elbow drop! Cyanide now
lifts Edguardo back to his feet. He sends him to the ropes and spinebuster!

Shallow: This match is really taking it's toll on Those Damned Mexicans. I
think they were expecting Team Tampax to be here as well but Tampax is still
out cold in the lockeroom!

GP: Bastards Inc. is making the best of this situation right now. Angry
Johnson now taking Diablo to the ring as well! Cyanide and Angry Johnson
are now double teaming Diablo! They lift him up...MY GOD DOUBLE POWERBOMB ON
DIABLO!! JOHNSON WITH THE COVER! THIS COULD BE IT!

ONE!!

TWOOOOOO!!


THREENO!!!! MY GOD! EDGUARDO WITH THE SAVE!! Edguardo takes Angry Johnson
and nails a Sky High!!

JT: CYANIDE CHARGING AT EDGUARDO! EDGUARDO CATCHES HIM!! HE'S SETTING UP FOR
ANOTHER POWERBOMB!

Shallow: WAIT A SECOND!! CYANIDE REVERSES IT!! HE REVERSED IT! TESTICULAR
TERMINATION!! TESTICULAR TERMINATION!! IT'S OVER!! IT'S OVER!! THE COVER!!

ONE!!

TWOO!!!

GP: WAIT JUST A DAMN SECOND!! HERE COMES TEAM TAMPAX!!

THREEENOOO!!! MY GOD SCHITZO TOD JUST LEAPED INTO THE RING TO MAKE THE
SAVE!! CYANIDE AND JOHNSON HAD THIS WON!!!

JT: Schtizo Tod grabs Angry Johnson now...he sends him to the
ropes...running lariot! He lifts him up....GERMAN SUPLEX FROM HELL!!

Shallow: AWS MAN(also known as Bill) grabs Cyanide...he lifts him
up....BREAK YOUR FREAKIN NECK!! HE NAILED IT!!

GP: Wait a second! AWS MAN(also known as Bill) has Pen!! PEN'S SLAPPING
CYANIDE AROUND!!

JT: WAIT!! DIABLO JUST GRABBED PEN AND THREW HIM TO THE OUTSIDE!! DIABLO
KICKS AWS MAN(also known as Bill)IN THE GUT!! PEDIGREE ON AWS MAN(ALSO KNOWN
AS BILL)!! THE COVER!!!

ONE!!!


TWOOOOO!!!

THRNO!! ANGRY JOHNSON OUT OF NOWHERE JUST SAVED THE MATCH!

Shallow: Ya know..this match is actually kind of boring...why are we
yelling?

JT: Because it's Ice Age baby! You're just mad cuz you haven't been able to
do RA Shows lately...

Shallow: What did you say?

GP: WAIT A SECOND!! THE CACTUS JUST DROPPED FROM THE CEILING AND LANDED ON
TOP OF PEN!! MY GOD! WHERE DID THE CACTUS COME FROM!? WHAT'S HE DOING HERE?

JT: Don't you remember?? Pen beat the Cactus last week at Hostile Takeover.
Looks like he wants revenge!

Shallow: WAIT A SECOND! THAT CACTUS JUST THREW PEN BACK INTO THE RING AND IT
HIT AWS MAN(ALSO KNOWN AS BILL)IN THE HEAD!! HE IS OUT!! DIABLO WITH THE
COVER!

ONE!!!

TWOO!!

DON'T LET IT END THIS WAY!

THREEEENO!!! CYANIDE SAVES THE DAY!!

GP:Diablo now has Angry Johnson on the outside! AWS Man(also known as Bill)
and Schtizo Tod are on the outside as well! It's chaos outside the ring!
Cyanide and Edguardo now battling it out in the ring! Edguardo lifts up
Cyanide and nails a Northern Lights Suplex!

ONE!!


TWOOOO!

NO! Cyanide kicks out with ease on that one! Cyanide gets up...and Edguardo goes for a right but misses.
Cyanide grabs him by the side... SIDE SLAM!!! Angry Johnson gets out from the battle going on around
the ring as the fans are going nuts. Angry Johnson gets on teh top ropes as Cyanide holds Edguardo on
his shoulders.....AJ jumps off.......OH!!! HE JUST TOOK Edguardo's head off!!! The fans are going nuts as
AJ covers 1..........................2..........................................3!!!!!! ITS ALL OVER!!!

JT: YAY?

Shallow: Beats me if this is good or not.

GP: Well we have new IC Tag champs! Lets go to meygon for the final word!

Meygon: Here are your winners...AND NEW!!! IWO IC TAG CHAMPS!!! Bastards INC!!!

[All of a sudden the lights go out as the fans start to scream. The lights come back on as we see
Bastered INC lieing on the ground out cold...the camera pans up and we see Dane Matthews!!
standing over them!]

JT: WHAT THE FUCK!

Shallow: Is that Dane Matthews? I thought he was fired!

JT: HAHAHA...he took out the IC Tag champs!

GP: Fans were sorry about this...and I think I speak for the IWO when I say.....ICE AGE RULES!

JT: Right......

[All of a sudden the scene cuts back to TEAM FWF's locker room as the door opens]

Justin: EVAN WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?

Evan: Insuring I win tonight!

Justin: You better fucking win...my controle over the IWO depends on it.

Evan: Dont worry! I know I ant.

Television Title Match
Shawn Arrows -c- vs. Simon Seaman vs. "K-Mart" Kevin Martin vs. Mac D. vs. Anthony Giorgetti vs. Adam Wars

[(Cut to backstage area, where Kevin Martin is standing with Horatio Johnson. "K-Mart" is wearing sunglasses, a leather feather hat, and a fur coat over his tights. Horatio is dressed like any chauffer would be, hat and all, and looks incredibly comfortable. Hooser Datty stands in front of the men, ready to interview them)

Hooser: IWO fans, before we go to the spectacular that will be the six-man cage match for the TV Title, we have one of the challengers for Shawn Arrows' title,...one who we have been hearing a lot from as of late,....the "self-proclaimed jobberfile," "K-Mart" Kevin Martin and his manager,...

K-Mart: How many times does I got's to tell you, Hooser,...he is no longer my manager, he is my "chauffer."

(Horatio gives Kevin a dirty look and shakes his head,...Kevin doesn't notice or pretends that he doesn't as Hooser continues the interview)

Hooser: Ahh,...my mistake,...we have Kevin Martin and his "chauffer" Horatio Johnson here, and I want to get a word in with them before the match. First, Kevin, you've been one busy man as of late with movie filmings and all,....and when we've seen you lately, you've been wearing fur coats and sunglasses and the like. What's up with that?

K-Mart: Well, Hooser, when a man like me enters the movie-making world and produces such a hit (fans are heard laughing at this remark in the background), you have a right to be as dang cocky as I am. And, being the superb athlete I am in addition to my acting skills, I haven't lost a bit of my technical edge,...and I'm still hardcore (starts to pose and admire his arms, which are covered by the thick fur coat),....heh heh heh.

Hooser: So, Mister Martin, what are you expecting from this steel cage match?

K-Mart: Well, "who's your daddy,"....(fans are heard laughing in the background at how Kevin has pronounced this poor man's name),....let me say this: people, the fans, and my fellow workers in the IWO have not appreciated my skills since my arrival nor my acquired services of Horatio here. Let me say, Hooser Datty, if I may be so bold,....that this match is not TV Champion Shawn Arrows' match,..but this is K-Mart's match. (Hooser gives a look to Kevin to suggest he wants Kevin to tell him more) Why, you may ask? Well, it's simple. The initial Ice Age cards had me facing now-US, Pac, and World Tag Champ Joey Malone,...but no, they took that away from me "cuz I just wasn't good enough." Then, we kept the steel cage, and we added in that loser Spaz,...

Hooser: (interrupting) Um,...actually,...you lost to him twice,....

(The fans laugh and Kevin scorns Hooser. Hooser makes one of those "what did I do?" faces)

K-Mart: Anyway, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted,....we still kept the Steel Cage for that TV Title match, Hooser Datty. And then, the most horrible event of all time occured,....Donny Daze, that wretched curse, interfered in my number one contender's match 8 days ago on Takeover,....only to create the most wretched match this side of Timbuktu,...yes, that's right,...the Satanic Six-Way Match. And I will testify that this match has origins in hell,...because it makes the wrestlers' lives a living hell,...having six men in a cage,...with the winner almost having to run the gauntlet with eliminating his opponents.
And on top of that, the champ can be eliminated early, causing a shortened reign. But, this is K-Mart's match, Hooser Datty, and you know that K-Mart's been preparing. So don't think I've been taking it lightly, IWO-ites,...and don't be surprised if this jobberfile comes out of that cage the new IWO,....(cocks his head up, thinking of the prestigious belt he could win tonight) TV Champion. I'm outta here.

(Kevin walks off-camera as he prepares to enter the arena)

Hooser Datty: (walking to Horatio Johnson, who's still there) Horatio! Can I get a word with you?

(Horatio is about to open his mouth when we hear Kevin yell his name, telling him to catch up. He obliges,...but looks very angry at Kevin for his behavior lately)

Horatio: (off-camera) What dat boy's problem?

(Fade back to the arena)

GP- Whatta' night Ice Age has been as of yet! I think one word to explain how the atmosphere has been here is....EXPLOSIVE.

JT- I agree, but I want to see some more gore, EXTREMENESS!!!

GP- Well we have an Extreme title match later...chicken's death match.

JT- NO, NOW!

Shallow- Hey idiot, now is the T.V. TITLE CAGE MATCH....maybe you'll find what you're looking for...

JT- Hmmm...could do....

Announcer- This next bout is scheduled for one fall....it is a 6 man...STEEL CAGE...T.V. TITLE MATCH!!

(Crowd rises to there feet giving a huge pop)

("Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit blasts....)

Announcer- Coming to the ring at this time......hailing from Irvin, TEXAS....MAAAAAACCC...DDDD!!!!!!!

GP- How come no one is coming out?

JT- Maybe he's nervous....

*A backstage camera comes into picture. Mac D is knocking on the door of Shane Arrows, the T.V. Champ...there is no answer. Suddenly Arrows come's out of no where bashing a bat over Mac's head! Shane is stomping Mac D like a rag doll. All of a sudden, Adam Wars comes out of right field and tackles the champ to the floor punching him non-stop. Anthony G and Simon come down a hall brawling it out throwing each other into walls. It's warfare...*

GP- This is insane! Anthony G just threw Simon head first into that damn cement wall! That smack was sick!

JT- Look at Adam Wars, he's got the champ in a piledriver form, CONNECTS IT ON THE HARD FLOOR! Mac D is layed out from that bat shot!

Shallow- Where's Martin in all of this?

GP- Beats the hell out of me! That's a good question though, I would of thought he would of been the first knockin on Shane's door.

JT- Mac D getting up slowly and grabs Adam Wars and is dragging him threw the halls. Smashing his face into the lockers and walls.

Shallow- Oh god...ADAM WARS RIGHT THREW A PICTURE FRAME! Glass everywhere!

GP- Wait..who's coming out of the locker door? IT'S MARTIN! HE'S GOT A PIECE OF GLASS....STICKS IT IN THE BACK OF THE NECK OF WARS! GOOD LORD! MARTIN POUNDING WARS HEAD IN! HE GRABS MAC D, AND GORILLA PRESSES HIM THREW A NEARBY TABLE!

JT- THIS IS NUTS! Martin has Mac D and is dragging him down the isle, the crowd is going wild!

Shallow- Martin throwing Mac into the steel cage! Mac D tumbles into the ring steps...whatta' shot.

GP- Martin and Mac now entering the ring, surrounded by cage. Martin is fully in, Mac is on the apron where the door opens...Martin hits the ropes, and comes back with a flying forearm shot sending Mac right into the guard railing!!

JT- Mac is in pain.

Shallow- Look at Martin, he thinks he's freakin god in there.

GP- Here comes Adam Wars down the isle bloody....he looks pissed. Martin is tellin' him to get into the ring! It's go time!

JT- The bell hasn't even rang yet!

GP- Adam Wars gets in the ring, and the brawl is on! Rights and lefts! RIGHTS AND LEFTS! ADAM WARS WITH A HUGE CLOTHESLINE! MARTIN BACK UP, DUCKS A CLOTHESLINE, BOOT, FRONT FACE DDT! WHATTA' MOVE BY MARTIN!

JT- Martin picks up Wars, and sends him into the ropes, cross body block!

Shallow- Here comes Anthony G and Simon. Brawling down the isle. Simon has Ant by a full-set of hair...running bulldog on the steel ramp way!

GP- EWW. Look at Mac D! He's sliding in tables...flourescent light bulbs...tacks...and some chairs! Chairs for everyone!

JT- Simon and Ant now in the ring as well. Mac gets in the ring and has a VCR...how'd that get in there?

Shallow- Who cares! Smacks it over the head of Simon!

GP- The refs are waiting for the champ, without him, this match hasn't started!

JT- Martin has Anthony G, and is raking his face on the steel cage. Martin now pounding repeatively on the face! Anthony G begging for Martin to stop! Mac D grabs Adam Wars and banging his head on the turnbuckle. Mac grabs a chair, and swings at Adam but misses! Damn!

Shallow- Mac has that chair in his face, superkick from Adam Wars! Mac falls into the corner, Adam and Simon now stomping on Mac D. WAIT A MINUTE! LOOK AT THE ENTRANCE!

GP- ARROWS! AND HE'S GOT A DAMN FLAMING BARBED WIRE BAT! HE LOOKS PISSED OFF! MARTIN LOOKING RIGHT AT ARROWS...AND ARROWS POINTS DIRECTLY AT HIM!

JT- MARTIN RUNS OUT OF THE RING AND RUNS UP THE ISLE! ARROWS FAKES A SWING, AND BOOTS MARTIN....SMACKS THE BAT ACROSS THE BACK OF MARTIN! ARROWS PICKS HIM UP....LIFTS HIM UP, CRADLE DDT ON THE FLAMING BARBED WIRE BAT!

Shallow- ARROWS GRABS THE BAT AND RUNS DOWN THE RING AND GETS IN! NAILS ADAM WARS! NAILS SIMON! NAILS ANTHONY G! NAILS MAC D! SHANE ARROWS HAS LAYED OUT EVERY MEMBER!

GP- Mac D with a low blow on Shane Arrows! How did Mac get up so quickly? Crazy bitch that guy is. Mac connects a backwards DDT on the champ. Remember folks this match is elimination style, but it hasn't even begun yet! They are now waiting for Martin...

JT- Simon getting up, and grabs Anthony G. Simon has a light bulb, the type that high schools carry...SMASHES it over the face of the Mobster! Adam Wars with a double axe handle to the back of Simon knocking him to his knees.

Shallow- Martin now getting up, and runs to the ring. The refs have closed the cage doors! Martin is arguing to get back in! He grabs a ref and stun guns him on the steel steps! Martin now climbing the cage! Martin is climbing to get in!

GP- Shane Arrows has Mac D, and throws him into the cage. Shane now has a chair and is banging it on the head of Mac D. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! Damnit Mac D tumbles on his ass!

JT- There is a huge pile of wrestlers in the center of the ring...all brawling it out! MARTIN IS AT THE TOP OF THE CAGE, THE CROWD POPS LOUDLY! MARTIN FLIES....KNOCKING DOWN ALL THE WRESTLERS! MARTIN SOMEHOW ON TOP OF ARROWS AND IS PUNCHING AWAY. FLIPS HIM OFF, AND RISES WITH HIS HANDS UP!

GP- This crowd is living!

Shallow- They sure are!

*Bell rings!*

GP- Finally! Adam Wars gets up, and spears Kev Martin into the cage! Mac grabs a chair, and NAILS KEVIN MARTIN IN THE FACE! Simon creaps up behind Mac who is laughing...GERMAN SUPLEX ON A GARBAGE CAN!1....2...broken up by Anthony G.

JT- How is someone going to get pinned in that hell-hole!

Shallow- Who knows! Shane Arrows has Adam Wars by the hair, and lifts him up, slams him nuts first on the ropes! Adam Wars hanging on there! Anthony G hits the ropes, and nails a flying clothesline BASHING ADAM WARS INTO THE CAGE!

JT- That tangling up Adam and Anthony G in the ropes.

GP- Simon pounding on the champion non-stop! Mac D has a light bulb, and bashes it over Kevin Martins head! Martin falls to the mat as Mac is stomping his stomach area. Anthony G coming out of the ropes, and grabs Simon, backslide suplex. Anthony G setting up a table. He puts Simon on and is climbing the cage.

JT- Shane Arrows smacks Anthony G with a chair shot to the back! Shane now climbing the cage. Smashing Anthony's head into the cage. Anthony smashing Shane's head as well! Back and fourth, who's going to give?!

Shallow- Well Anthony is busted open on the forehead and he doesn't look stable! But he is still bashing Shane! Shane with a desperation left hand! That takes an Anthony G arm off the cage...he's hangin on with his right hand. Shane now punching Anthony with his right hand! Anthony grabs it....AND KICKS HIM IN THE NUTS! ANTHONY GRABS HIM BY THE NECK...SMASHES HIM INTO THE CAGE! SHANE FALLS.....BACK-FIRST THREW THE TABLE! SHANE ARROWS...IS OUT COLD THREW A TABLE! ANTHONY G IS HANGING ON FOR DEAR LIFE UP THERE.

GP- Well now Simon is climbing the cage..and has the foot of Anthony G. He has Ant in an...ankle lock of some sort. Anthony G barely up there about 15 feet high and Simon hanging off the foot of Anthony G...

JT- ANTHONY SLIPPING....SIMON IS TUGGING....AND THEY FALL TO THE RING!

Shallow- Kevin Martin has Mac D and sends him into the ropes, tilta whirl SLAM! Kevin Martin very impressive as of late, even though he won't win.

GP- How do you know that?

JT- Everyone does you idiot.

GP- Adam Wars has Simon, and sets him on the turnbuckle. Adam climbs up, and delivers a huge hurricanrada! Simon slams on a pile of chairs! Adam walking over to Martin, and is punching away on him. Martin slams Adam into the cage. Turns him around, boot, FACE BUSTER!

JT- Shane Arrows getting up from that table dropping. He goes over to Anthony G, and grabs him by the hair. Shane has an evil smirk on his face, Anthony G is bleeding all over his face and looks like a tired mess. Shane with a kick to the gut...POWERBOMB....lifts him up...POWERBOMB....lifts him up....POWERBOMB INTO THE CAGE! ANTHONY G SLAMS HEAD FIRST INTO THE MAT, HE'S OUT!

Shallow- Whatta' move by the champ.

GP- Kevin Martin waiting for the champ to turn around, set in a football stance...Shane turns, Martin runs at him with a knight stick, and swings! NAILS ARROWS RIGHT IN THE THROAT! Shane holding his throat in agoney! Kevin hits the ropes and comes back, NAILS SHANE IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THAT DAMN STICK!!! SHANE HITS THE MAT INSTANTLY! Martin now celebrating!

JT- Here comes Mac D! He has that garbage can, and throws it over Martin! Mac grabs a chair, and bangs it on the garbage can! Martin falls into the ropes....stumbles forward, MAC RAMS THAT CHAIR INTO THE WHAT I'M GUESSING THE GUT OF KEVIN MARTIN!

Shallow- Simon getting up, and has a 2 x 4, and is ready to nail Martin!

GP- Anthony G is stumbling to his feet. He's on the ropes trying to establish some balance...and stumbles backwards. Simon flinches and NAILS ANTHONY WITH THAT DAMN 2 x 4! Simon miss-hit, but covers! 1..............2...........3!!!

Elimanted- Anthony Giorgetti

GP- Anthony Giorgetti has been eliminated from this 6 man match-up. He is still out cold, he is a bloody mess man.

JT- The officials rolling Anthony out of the ring.

Shallow- The match goes on. Kevin Martin now has Simon who was the attended assassian. Martin pounding away on Simon in the corner and stomping on him as well. Mac D walks over to Shane Arrows and connects snap suplex. Mac D quickly to his feet working the champion. Mac picks up Shane, and throws him into the ropes, he comes back...lifts up Shane..and Adam Wars off the top ropes connects a diamond cutter! SHANE ARROWS IS OUT!

GP- Martin has Simon, and lifts him on the turnbuckle. Adam Wars has Mac D and setting him up on the top rope. Pounding on Mac D. Martin with a kick to Simon. Arrows layed out in the middle of the ring. Adam Wars quickly setting up a table over Shane Arrows. Mac D jumps off the top, TORNADO DDT ONTO THE MAT!

JT- Mac now setting Adam on the top rope. Martin pounding on Simon. Mac D sees some gasoline, and is pooring it on the table. He has a liter in his hand, and lights it! THE TABLE IS ON FIRE! SHANE ARROWS IS ON FIRE AS WELL! MARTIN ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE WITH SIMON AND MAC IS ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE WITH ADAM WARS!

Shallow- THIS DOESN'T LOOK GOOD!

GP- FOR ARROWS! MAC LOOKS AT MARTIN....MARTIN LOOKS AT MAC...THEY'RE SMILING.....MAC WITH A SPINNING POWERBOMB, AND SO DOES MARTIN! ADAM AND SIMON GOES THREW THE TABLE ALL BASHING ON TOP OF SHANE ARROWS! ALL 3 MEN BURNING IN THE FLAMES!!

JT- THAT WAS GREAT!

Shallow- MARTIN AND MAC D LAUGHING HISTORCALLY!

GP- Mac D and Martin now stomping out the fire! STOMPING ON THE 3 MEN DOING SO! Mac D getting up Adam Wars, and firing away with hard punches. Boot, SNAP DDT! Martin has Simon, boot, JUMPING STUNNER!

JT- Arrows stumbling to his feet, he looks like complete shit.

Shallow- Yes sir. Shane doesn't know where he is it looks like....Martin and Mac hit the ropes, double clothesline knocking Shane to the mat! Mac and Martin raising each others hands...but Martin cheap shots Mac! Martin now dragging Mac over to the door....he opens it, and puts Mac's head in the opening...SLAMS THE DOOR SHUT ONTO THE HEAD OF MAC! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! 5 TIMES!

GP- DAMNIT! MAC FALLS OUT ONTO FLOOR OUT OF THE CAGE. Martin closing the door, and turns around. ADAM WARS WITH A SPEAR! ADAM AND KEVIN MARTIN GOING THREW THE DOOR ONTO THE FLOOR!! THE DOOR HAS JUST BEEN BROKEN! Adam Wars getting up slowly, and has Kevin Martin, slams him into the steps! Adam Wars grabs Martin, but Martin nails him with a hard left. Rushing Adam into the guard railing! Adam grabbing a cheese grater from a fan, RAKING THE BACK OF MARTIN! Martin stands up holding his back, and Adam RAKES THE FACE OF MARTIN! GOOD GOD BITS OF SKIN JUST FELL FROM MARTIN'S FACE!

JT- Oh god...I'm not feeling well...

Shallow- Neither is that fan in the second row. Martin busted wide open on the forehead now.

GP- In the ring Simon has Shane Arrows on the turnbuckle...and looking to hit something big! Looking for a piledriver....but Shane hooks his feet. Shane grabs Simon by the throat...and lifts him up above his head...and standing on the turnbuckle. SHANE JUMPS IN THE AIR...SITTING CHOKESLAM!! SIMON IS OUT COLD!

JT- Mac D has that damn cage door, and slams it on Adam Wars and Kevin Martin! Mac D slides into the ring and grabs Shane Arrows. Shane dodges the punch, and delivers a huge neckbreaker. Shane now grabbing a chair, and smacking the ground waiting for Mac to rise...

Shallow- Mac getting up, grabs a light bulb. He turns around looking to nail Shane. CHAIR SHOT! MEETS THE LIGHT BULB BASHING INTO MAC D'S HEAD! I THINK HE'S DEAD!

GP- MAC D IS COMPLETLEY KNOCKED OUT.

JT- Martin and Adam making there way into the ring now. All 5 men are back in the ring. Shane grabs Simon and scoop slams him to the mat. Hits the ropes, big leg drop! Kevin Martin and Adam Wars climbing the cage now.

Shallow- Shane Arrows getting up Simon and connects a jumping piledriver!

JT- What impact!

GP- Wars and Martin are at the very top of the cage, exchanging punches. Wars and Martin now on the top of the cage, standing on that thin bar!

JT- Greg, I know I like extremeness but that's very dangerous up there.

Shallow- Career ending heights my friends.

GP- That is very true. The wrestlers below don't seem to know what's going on. Simon with a sidewalk slam to Shane Arrows. Mac D is now witnessing this act..and runs out of the ring. He has a bag of tacks, and is pooring them on that table below the cage where Wars and Martin are.

JT- Hmmm I like thumbtacks.

Shallow- Figures you would.

GP- Wars and Martin exchanging blows! They are balancing on that tiny bar up there, this is crazy. Get them down.

JT- MARTIN NAILING WARS! WARS LOSING HIS BALANCE! MARTIN WITH A RIGHT HAND! WARS IS GOING TO FALL! I KNOW IT!

Shallow- ONE MORE PUNCH AND HE'S OFF!

GP- HE'S WINDING UP...

JT- SHANE ARROWS HAS SIMON AND BASHES HIM INTO THE CAGE! MARTIN LOST HIS BALANCE!!!!

*Martin falls right threw the table*

GP- WARS LOST HIS BALANCE BUT HE HUNG ONTO THE BAR! KEVIN MARTIN IS OUT! THUMB TACKS ALL OVER HIM! KEVIN MARTIN IS IN SAVERE CONDITION! GET THE DAMN EMTS OUT HERE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! GET EM OUT HERE DAMNIT!

JT- Well the EMTs are rushing to the ring area. The stretcher is out and Martin is being rushed out...

Shallow- Well it looks like Martin is out of this match...

GP- I'm not sure what's going on now...

JT- Well Wars is sitting at the top of the cage laughing like a mad man.

GP- Sick bastard.

Shallow- WAIT A MINUTE! OUT OF THE CROWD IS ANTHONY GIORGETTI! HE HAS A CINDERBLOCK IN HIS HAND! HE'S CLIMBING THE CAGE AND WARS CANNOT EVEN SEE HIM. ANTHONY G IS CLIMBING, HE'S ALMOST THERE.

GP- ANTHONY G IS RIGHT BEHIND ADAM WARS....SMASHES THE CINDERBLOCK OVER THE WARS HEAD! WARS FELL!! HE FELL! RIGHT ONTO THE MAT! ADAM WARS LANDED RIGHT ON HIS BACK!

JT- ADAM WARS IS OUT COLD RIGHT IN FRONT OF SHANE ARROWS WHO IS A BLOODY MESS. SIMON AND MAC D ARE OUT COLD FROM CHAIR SHOTS. SHANE WITH A PIN....1.....2.....3!!!!!!!!!

GP- GOOD BYE ADAM WARS!!! THANK YOU ANTHONY GIORGETTI!

Eliminated- Adam Wars

GP- Shane Arrows tossing Adams out of the ring. It is now down to...3 men?

JT- Well I don't know if Kevin Martin can still participate in this match but I'd say it's 3 men going for the T.V. title right about now.

GP- Well Simon, Shane Arrows and Mac are the ones still...standing I should say.

Shallow- Well the fighting has not stopped. Shane Arrows and Mac D now brawling it out. Shane whips Mac into the ropes, misses the elbow, Mac with a boot, spine buster! Slamming Shane onto his back in the middle of the ring. Simon hits the ropes and nails Mac D with a flying elbow. All 3 men busted up and busted open.

JT- Simon has a chair...

GP- Shane now grabbing a chair...

Shallow- Mac D has a chair as well. All 3 men standing in corners...who's going to strike first?

GP- SIMON GOES AT ARROWS, SMACKS ARROWS OFF GUARD IN THE FACE! MAC WITH A SHOT TO SIMON! SIMON TURNS AROUND AND GETS NAIL BY SHANE! SHANE WITH A SHOW TO MAC, BUT MAC SHOT AT SHANE AS WELL! CONCERTO ON SIMON! SIMON FALLS TO THE MAT! SHANE WITH A SHOT TO MAC! MAC HITS BACK! THEN SHANE! THEN MAC! THEN SHANE! THEN MAC! THEN SHANE! THEN MAC!

JT- SHANE WINDS UP, AND BREAKS THE CHAIR OVER THE FACE OF MAC D SENDING MAC TO THE MAT!

Shallow- This is crazy shit guys.

GP- Blood is spilled all over this ring, all over the chairs, and Shane Arrows now falls back and is standing only because those ropes are supporting his limp body.

JT- Simon Seaman is lying on the mat movementless. Mac D crawling to the ropes and pulling himself up to his feet. Shane is looking at Mac like he's a crazy ass.

Shallow- Well Shane stumbles forward as well does Mac. Simon sits up, and Shane is bewildered! Simon now pulling himself up slowly.

GP- Mac stumbles and Shane follows threw with a huge clothesline! Shane picks him up, and connects a huge Jackknife! Simon walks up to Shane and Shane is beating Simon to the mat with right hands. Simon on one leg, being pounded! Simon now on his knees being beaten by Shane Arrows! Shane is going crazy...he's lost it.

JT- Well Simon is just taking all of this in and is smiling!

GP- WAIT A MINUTE! IN THE ISLE WAY! IT'S ....IT'S KEVIN MARTIN!!!! HE'S BACK! HE'S NOT INJURED, HELL HE'S WALKING JUST FINE! MARTIN HAS A BIG SHEET OF GLASS!

JT- SHANE IS TURNING AROUND AND LOOKS AT MARTIN. HE'S SCARED SHITLESS!

Shallow- MARTIN IS POINTING RIGHT AT HIM! MARTIN DOWN THE ISLE AND IS UP THE STEPS! MARTIN IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ARROWS! ARROWS IS SCARED AS HELL!

GP- ARROWS IS TELLIN HIM TO HIT EM! SIMON SEAMAN IS UP...LOW BLOW ON ARROWS! MARTIN SMASHES THE SHEET OF GLASS OVER ARROWS!!! MARTIN COVERS ARROWS...1............2............3!!!!!!!!!

JT- THERE IS TO BE A NEW T.V. CHAMPION!

Eliminated- Shane Arrows

GP- Kevin Martin is back and now we are the FINAL 3! Martin has Simon by the hair, and is smiling ear to ear. HARD RIGHT HAND NAILS SIMON RIGHT IN THE FACE! K-MART NAILING SIMON WITH EVERYTHING HE HAS!

JT- Mac D getting up, and nails K-Mart with a barbed wire bat! Martin falls to his knees. Mac D lifts him up...Kamikaze kick! Martin out on his back, you know he's still feeling that table dropping.

Shallow- Oh definitely. Martin is at about 20 percent.

GP- Mac D now setting up a table. Mac wrapping barbed wire around it, and putting a sheet of glass on it. Gasoline on it...and firing it up! We have a flaming...glass covered table!

JT- Well Mac D has Kevin Martin and they are the top turnbuckle. The table is getting pretty hot.

Shallow- Mac D is looking for a huge move right now.

GP- MAC ATTEMPTS A SUPLEX...no avail. Attempts a powerbomb...Martin isn't moving! Simon creeps up behind Martin, SMACKS MARTIN IN THE BACK WITH A CHAIR AND FALLS TO THE MAT. HE'S DONE FOR.

JT- WELL THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT! MARTIN NOW SLUMPED OVER MAC! MARTIN WITH AN ELBOW TO NECK....DDT THREW THE TABLE!!! MARTIN CONNECTS A DDT THREW THE TABLE TO MAC D!!

GP- DDT! DDT! DDT! COVER! 1...........2..........3!!!

Eliminated- Mac D

GP- Oh god...Mac D gone. It's done to Simon, and Martin! Martin stumbling up to his feet.

JT- This match has taken its toll on all these men, and that's double for these two men left standing....barely.

Shallow- Well Martin and Simon looking at each other, it's a stare down. Simon bloody...all over his face...he looks like he just got out of a car wreck. Then there's Martin...went threw a table from 20 feet off a cage. He almost died...

GP- Martin flipping off Simon, and the brawl begins! Simon with a left, and Martin exchanges his own punches! Martin and Simon nailing each other! Simon misses a right hander, and MARTIN HITS HIS FINISHER! IT'S OVER! JUST LIKE THAT! OUT OF NO WHERE MARTIN CONNECTS IT! CAN HE ROLL OVER AND MAKE THE COVER......

JT- ALL HE NEEDS TO DO IS PUT HIS ARM ON SIMON....

Shallow- Come on you idiot!!!

GP- MARTIN ROLLS OVER......THROWS HIS ARM ONTOP OF SIMON! 1.........2.......3!!!

Eliminated- Simon Seaman.

GP- IT'S OVER! THE WINNER, AND NEW T.V. CHAMPION..."K-MART" KEVIN MARTIN! WHATTA' DAMN MATCH!

(Crowd gives a huge pop)

JT- Oh god, I need to go to the bathroom....
Pacific vs. United States Championship
Joey Malone -c- vs. AWS Man(Also Known as Bill) -c- vs. Donnie Daze vs. Billy Ray

Greg Parker: Ice Age 3, so far has been one helluva a Pay Per View so far
and the next match will be no exception. In a Fatal Four Way Match we'll
have Donnie Daze, Billy Ray, AWS Man (Also Known As Bill), and Joey Malone
going at in a Pacific and United States Title Match!

Johnny Shallow: Just how does this go.

Greg Parker: The winner of the first fall wins the Pacific Championship and
leaves the match, letting the other three battle it out for the United
States Championship.

JT: Can we just get it started already?

Meygon: Introducing first, Hailing from Port St. Lucie, Florida. Weighing in
at 225 pounds. Standing tall at 6'3". Master of the Daze Blaze and Dazed and
Confused, Former Two Time IML World Champion, The self-proclaimed Definition
of a Superstar, Donnie Daze!

("Bloodline" by Slayer plays as Donnie Daze walks out to a parade of boos
from the crowd.)

JT: What's up with the boos?

Greg Parker: Probably because Donnie was insulting their home-state hero,
Onslaught.

(Someone in the crowd just threw a soda cup at Donnie Daze)

Johnny Shallow: Heh. That was pretty funny.

JT: He's the Flucie from St. Lucie!

Greg Parker: What?

Johnny Shallow: I think I understand now? He's talking about the sign over
there.

(Camera points to a sign calling stating "He's the Flucie from St. Lucie!"

Greg Parker: That's rather embrassing.

Meygon: And his opponent, Hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Weighing in
at 272 pounds. Standing tall at 6'2". Master of the Beer Bomb, Former IWO
Pacific Champion, The Drunken Bastard, Billy Ray!

("Rock The Party" by POD plays as The Drunken Bastard, Billy Ray walks out
with his to a mixed reaction. Billy displays his Cooler to one helluva pop.)

Johnny Shallow: 6'2" and 272? Why don't they just call him The Fat Bastard,
Billy Ray?

Greg Parker: Because that's Gimmick Infringement.

JT: Damn that Gimmick Infringement.

(Billy Ray sets down the cooler in the ring)

Johnny Shallow: Look! Ray's opening up some beers! Donnie Daze walking over
to The Drunken Bastard..He just smacked the beer out of his hand!

JT: You can insult him..You can hurt him..

Greg Parker: But you don't mess with his beer!

(Instead of waiting for his other two opponents, Billy Ray rushes Donnie
into the corner and starts stomping a mudhole in the youngster to delight of
the crowd!)

JT: Kick his ass! Billy!

Greg Parker: I thought you hated Ray?

JT: I do. But wasting beer is a crime dammit!

Johnny Shallow: Ya damn right it is!

Meygon: And his opponent, Hailing from Freakville, NC. Weighing in at 234
pounds. Standing tall at 6'1". Master of the Win the Freakin' Matchifier,
the Internet Wrestling Organization United States Champion, The Insane One,
AWS Man (Also Known As Bill)!

Greg Parker: Looks like the Insane is about to get into the mix!

(The crowd lets out a mixed reaction while "3.14" by The Bloodhound Gang
plays as IWO United States Champion, AWS Man (Also Known as Bill) walks out
with the United States Championship over his shoulder.)

Greg Parker: Look! He's not even helping Donnie. I guess he's a beer man
too!

JT: Damn right! We beer drinkers stick together! Wait…AWS Man (Also Known as
Bill) is walking over to action!

Johnny Shallow: No! AWS Man (Also Known as Bill)! If you intend to do
anything right in your life, don't help Donnie! Holy…He's helping Billy Ray!
They're both stomping out Donnie Daze!

Meygon: And his opponent, Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona. Weighing in at 258.
Standing tall at 6'4". Master of The Everest Cataclysm, the Internet
Wrestling Organization Pacific Champion, The Original Meaniehead, Joey
Malone!

("Shame" by BT plays as IWO Pacific Champion, Joey Malone runs out to a
gigantic pop from the crowd with the Championship over his shoulder. Joey
grabs AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) the shoulder. Joey turns him around and
starts unloading with right hands.)

JT: That idiot!

Greg Parker: Geez. This New York crowd is booing the crap out of him.

Johnny Shallow: What else would you expect. That's rule number one here. You
just don't break up fights pertaining to beer!

(Billy Ray is still stomping out Donnie in the corner. Joey Malone kicks AWS
Man (Also Known As Bill) in the gut and nails a charging Aerial Running
Tornado DDT! Malone picks up kicks AWS Man (Also Known As Bill), Irish Whips
him to the ropes. Malone with a front waist lock and spins around..Overhead
Belly to Belly Suplex over the Top Rope! Malone heads over towards Billy Ray
who's STILL stomping on Donnie Daze in the corner.)

JT: Damn Malone. He's gonna break up what's got to be the longest stomping
in IWO History! Malone grabs Ray the shoulder. Joey turns him around and
punches him in the gut! You can't hurt Ray there, pal! Billy Ray's sucking
in stomach, he's walking up to Malone…and he just Belly Flopped him! Joey
stumbles back from the Belly Flop! Ray charges Malone, and what a
clothesline by the Drunken Bastard!

Johnny Shallow: Ray drags Malone up to his feet. He's setting him up for the
Beer Bomb…no…Pulling Piledriver by Billy Ray! AWS Man (Also Known As Bill)
slides back into the ring to help gang up on Pacific Champion, Joey Malone.
Wait Donnie just ran out the corner with a Face First Bulldog to AWS Man
(Also Known As Bill)!

JT: I can't believe it! Donnie Daze got a move in! Ray turns to Donnie and
Daze nails a Front Dropkick into Ray's gut and Donnie bounces back! Donnie
charges at Billy Ray again…Sky High by the Drunken Bastard!

Greg Parker: AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) and Malone both get to their feet
at the same time. AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) swings at Malone, Malone
ducks and Sambo Suplex! Billy Ray yanks Donnie Daze up to his feet, Irish
Whip, Powerslam! Ray with a cover! 1…2.Kickout! Malone's got AWS Man (Also
Known As Bill) by his legs. I think he's setting him up for something. It's
the Mad Cow Disease (Mexican Surfboard with Tazmission)! AWS Man (Also Known
As Bill)'s fighting it. Well he's trying to atleast, but you can only take
the pain for so long.

(Billy Ray gets Donnie help to his feet. Irish Whip and a Front Spinebuster
Slam! Ray stands over the fallen youngster and grabs him by the throat! My
goodness, Billy Ray is pulling Daze from under him and over his head. Ray
tosses him into Joey Malone, causing him to break the Mad Cow Disease!
Joey's up and he doesn't look to happen about Ray tossing Daze into him.
Joey runs at Ray and takes him with a Running Head Scissors!)

JT: Damn that Technical Wrestling!

(Ray gets up quickly and tries to rush Joey Malone, but Malone sidesteps and
delivers a Double Arm Backbreaker. Donnie Daze gets up to his feet first and
gets AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) in a front face lock. He's backing up into
to the corner and Donnies gets onto the 2nd Turnbuckle and nails a beautiful
Tornado DDT! AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) is trying to get to his feet,
Donnie grabs him from behind with a front waist lock and hoists him up onto
his shoulders and nails an Electric Chair Drop! Malone picks up Billy Ray
and plants him straight into the ground with an Reverse DDT! Joey's heading
up to the Top Rope and Bad Moon Rising (Swan Dive Headbutt)! Malone with the
cover! 1…2..Kickout!)

Johnny Shallow: Oh, so close! Malone lifts up the Drunken Bastard to his
feet. Malone kicks him in the gut and Fire Thunder Driver (For you
non-Japanese Move aware people it's a Cradle Tombstone)! I don't get it!
He's from America and trains and Tibet, but he knows all this damned
Japanese Moves! Malone's got Billy Ray by his leg and he's lifting him up in
the Torture Rack and spins him into a Neckbreaker! AWS Man (Also Known As
Bill) is up to his feet and Donnie sends him back down with his Danny Kick
(Super Kick)! Why the hell does he call it a Danny kick when his name is
Donnie?

JT: Because he's Weird! Donnie's letting AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) get up
to his feet. Donnie rushes him and he's trying to go for a Running Head
Scissors like Malone did earlier, but AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) catches
him and I think it's a Tilt a Whirl Powerslam..No. AWS Man (Also Known As
Bill) is carrying Donnie on his shoulders like a kid and he's just hooked
him into the corner in the Tree of Woe. AWS Man (Also Known As Bill)'s
stomping a mudhole in Donnie and he's walking it dry.

Greg Parker: AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) is taking a few steps back and he
just delivered an Axe to (GP grinches) the groin area of Donnie Daze,
causing him to fall off. AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) is backing up to the
far corner, Donnie is stumbling out of the corner and he just hit the Knock
Your Freakin' Head Off (Super Kick)! I think Donnie got hit in the eyes. AWS
Man (Also Known As Bill) with the cover! 1…2..Kickout! Malone is getting up
to his feet and Billy Ray is entering the ring with that chair! Malone kicks
him in the gut. Billy Ray drops the chair. Joey Malone with a DDT on the
Chair! This is an all out war!

JT: AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) just set Donnie up on the Top Rope. I think
he's gonna for Break Your Freakin' Neck (Inverted DVD) off the Top! Wait
Malone grabs AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) and Press Slam off the Top Rope
and onto to Billy Ray. Joey Malone slides the chair out from under Ray, who
starting to get back up to his feet. Malone picks up AWS Man (Also Known As
Bill) and nails the Exorcism (Cobra Clutch Diving Reverse DDT) onto the
chair!

(Joey Malone attempts a cover, but spots Billy Ray getting up. Malone rushes
Billy Ray and attempts a Somersault Hurricanranna better known as a
Dragonranna, but Malone swiftly slides off Ray shoulders and delivers a
sit-down facebuster. Donnie Daze getting to his feet off on the turnbuckle.
However he's a bit groggy leaps off and nails Malone with Dazed and Confused
(Sitdown Inverted Face Buster from the Top Rope onto the chair!)

JT: He just took out Joey Malone! What an idiot! Malone was only reason he
didn't die in that damn corner! Wait…Blood! Malone is busted open! WooHoo!
AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) pulls up the knocked out Joey Malone and
delivers Break Your Freakin' Neck (Inverted DVD)!NO! Malone somehow squirms out, and lands on the top rope! AWS Man(Also Known as Bill), KNOCK YOUR FREAKIN' HEAD OFF!

GP:That his Malone's right knee! Dear god! Malone falls over, gripping his knee! AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) with cover! 1…2…3! AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) got the win! New Pac-Man Champ! New Pac-Man Champ!

Meygon: The winner of the first fall and New Pacific Champion, The Insane
One, AWS Man (Also Known As Bill)!

Greg Parker: AWS Man (Also Known As Bill) is heading to the back with his
belt. Joey Malone still isn't moving. Donnie Daze is checking on his friend.

Donnie Daze: Are you okay?

Joey Malone: Does it look like I'm good? *whinces*

Donnie Daze: I got hit in the eyes. I thought you were AWS Man (Also Known
As Bill). Can you move?

Joey Malone: Aww, crap! My knee's busted!

Donnie Daze: SOMEONE GET THE EMTs!

(An Ambulances drives to ringside. EMT Workers get out and help Malone onto
a stretcher and take him out of the ring and into the Ambulance.)

Donnie Daze: Take care of him!

Johnny Shallow: Donnie! Ray is Up You Fool! Turn Around!

Greg Parker: I think he heard you, Shallow as he turns around to his
remaining opponent, what stand between him and finally obtaining his first
championship in the IWO, The Drunken Bastard, Billy Ray! Oh, it's on now!
Wait! Ray's got a microphone.

Billy Ray: I'm giving you two options kid. You can go home and leave this
match without any damage or continue and get your ass kicked. I mean think
about it, your nothing, but a punk like that crippled idiot, Joey Malone!

JT: The Crowd is giving Ray major heel heat. After all you can drink all the
beer you want, but you can't insult cripple people

Billy Ray: I don't have all day kid. Well?

Johnny Shallow: This New York Crowd is starting to rile up before Donnie
Daze. Donnie tackles Billy Ray to the delight of the crowd! Well there's his
response Ray! Donnie's punching the hell outta Billy Ray. Ray is trying to
cover his face. Donnie flips him over and he's punching him in the head too!
Daze is Pissed off! Donnie Daze picks up Ray and slams him down with a Side
Suplex. This crowd sure is rooting him on! Ray his on his hands and knees.
Donnie Daze is setting him up for the Flordian Facebuster! My Goodness. He
hasn't used this since his days in the IML2! He just nailed the Flordian
Facebuster (Double Underhook Pancake)!

JT: Donnie's snapped! He's pulling up Ray by his head and he's pulling his
back. Donnie just gave Ray the finger! This crowd is cheering frantically.
Donnie Drop (Reverse DDT)! Donnie places Billy Ray in sleeper hold and he's
pulling him to his feet while doing so! Dazed and Confused (Sitdown Inverted
Facebuster) on that chair! That same move injured BOTH members of the Winds
of Change! Billy Ray is out and he's bleeding from the back of the head!
There is a Santa! He's late, but There's a Santa because I got blood!

Greg Parker: Donnie's going into Ray's cooler. He's taking out two
Budweisers. He's opening them up and he's pouring them on Billy Ray! Is he
crazy? That's like giving Popeye, Spinach! Donnie picks up the microphone
Ray had earlier. He walks over to the downed Billy Ray.

Donnie Daze (While still pouring beer): Get up you old drunk! You drag your
ass from some damn bar and come out here and insult my friend? Get up.

Johnny Shallow: Billy Ray just low blowed Donnie. Billy Ray reaches into his
cooler and he's got a Budweiser! He just hit Donnie in the head with it!
Donnie falls to his knees..and Billy Ray setting up him up for the Beer
Bomb! Billy Ray just opened the beer. He's taking a drink! Now he's pouring
some on Donnie Daze! Ray drops the beer and Beer Bomb! Donnie's legs just
hit the referee Ray nailed Beer Bomb (Power Bomb) onto the Referee!

JT: Billy Ray didn't realize the Referee had fallen and Powerbombed Donnie
on the Referee by mistake. DAMN HIM STILL! Onslaught's coming back out here
and he's got that Damned Platinum Chair from that Vertical Limit Match!
HASN'T HE CAUSED ENOUGH DAMAGE WITH THAT CHAIR?

Greg Parker: Nope! He must be trying to get a piece of Donnie Daze for words
this week. This crowd is on their feet again for their home-state hero!
Onslaught slides into the ring. Donnie's struggling on the ropes to get to
his feet. Donnie sees Onslaught.

Donnie Daze: Go ahead dammit! Hit me!

Greg Parker: My God! Daze wants Onslaught to hit him. Onslaught's just
grinning. He just whacked Billy Ray with the Platinum Chair! He hit Ray with
the Chair! What the hell is going on? This crowd cannot believe it. Neither
can Donnie. Hell I don't believe it either. Shallow, Onslaught did just hit
Ray with the chair right.

Johnny Shallow: Yes, he did. Look, Donnie just fell down! Onslaught picking
up Billy Ray. What is gonna do know? Onslaught's placing Ray in a Pump
Handle position. I know what he's doing. That move he did to Ash earlier…The
Prelude to Extinction (Pump Handle into a Scooping Sit-down Piledriver aka a
head-first Michinoku Driver)! He nailed it onto the Platinum Chair! Ray is
out! Cold! Donnie's back up to his feet and has a dumbfounded look as for
why Onslaught would help him. Hell I still don't get it. The Referee is
starting to get up.

JT: Onslaught just slid outta the ring with his chair. Donnie's going to the
top rope. He must be going for the Daze Blaze. We got ourselves a new United
States Champion coming up. Wait. He's waiting for Billy Ray to get up? That
could take another millennium. Onslaught's yelling at Donnie to pin him.
Donnie's just ignoring him. This is stupid. You got Ray set up perfectly for
the Daze Blaze, but he wants to wait for Ray to get to his feet? Ray is
starting to show signs of life.

(30 Seconds later and the Crowd is chanting "Boring")

Greg Parker: Daze with a Hurricanranna from the Top Turnbuckle..No! Ray
nailed the Beer Bomb! Billy Ray just fell out top of Donnie! The Referee
with the cover! 1…2…3! Ray won it! New United States Champion! New United
States Champion!

Meygon: The winner of the first fall and New United States Champion, The Drunken
Bastard, Billy Ray!

JT: The hell with that, Donnie's an idiot! The Referee is helping Billy Ray
back up to his feet. Billy Ray's celebrating. However, this crowd is booing
him three ways from Sunday! Wait..Onslaught slides back in with the Platinum
Chair. Ray has his back to Onslaught. Onslaught's just waiting there with
the chair. This New York crowd is on their feet yelling "Whack 'Em"! Hearing
the crowd, Ray turns around and Onslaught whacks him with the chair!
Onslaught slides out the ring. He just took the United States Title from the
Bell Keeper! He slides back in and is standing over Billy Ray. Onslaught
picks up that microphone, Daze had earlier. Onslaught drops the belt across
Ray.

Onslaught: I wouldn't get too comfortable with that belt, if I were you.
Until then, Beware of the Onslaught that awaits you!

Greg Parker: Seems this rookie sure is living up to his promises!

("Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson [Instrumental Version] plays as The
Epitome of Greatness, Onslaught walks heads to back to a showering of
cheers. "Bloodline" by Slayer plays as The self-proclaimed Definition of a
Superstar, Donnie Daze heads to the back with the crowd chanting "You're an
Idiot". "Rock The Party" by POD plays as IWO Pacific Champion, The Drunken
Bastard, Billy Ray heads to back with the crowd chanting "Asshole")

[The scene cuts to the back were we see a big black limo pull up to the building. As the car comes to a stop we see VP Tom walk out and open the door]

VP Tom: Ah glad you could come!! We need you right now!

JT: Now who the fuck is that?

Shallow: Watch your mouth!

JT: MAKE ME!

[SLAP]

Shallow: My hand is starting to hurt I need to get someone else to do it!

Best out of three falls for World Championship Shot
2 Hours Iron Man Legend Match
Sam Potright vs. Syphon Fission vs. Donnie Daze

GP: My God... two hours? After what Fission and
Potright went through, two matches already tonight?
Donnie had two matches, too! Even if he is a later
entrant, thanks to VP Evan choosing him, I'm sure
ALL THREE are tired as hell! And now... two hours.
With no rules whatsoever. This is going to be... an
epic. A war that will cross the boundaries... the
night the line will be obliterated.

JT: How corny was that?

Shallow: That was so deep...

JT: ... NOT!

GP: Well, this final match is the Iron Man Legends
match. Joey Rappaport was the brain behind this
match, and back at Gold & Glory 1999, he challenged
Zombie to the match. That never went through,
and so, this is the first Iron Man Legends match in
the IWO... and, as an added bonus, apparently each
wrestler will be bringing three other wrestlers, in
addition to their normal valets and managers, to the
ring.
Kind of like a backup group for support.

Shallow: Well, this will be interesting...

("Papercut" by Linkin Park blasts through the
building... perhaps for the last time tonight, or
perhaps it
will be played in celebration of Fission's victory...
the Ice Age set starts to shake. The crowd starts to
stomp in tune, awaiting his arrival. And so, the doors
slide open... smoke billows out... and out steps
Syphon Fission, with right behind him, Quinn Morgan.
The crowd cheers for him as loud as, if not more
than, they cheered the first time he came out. He
stands at the ramp... and out walks 0¿0, and he stands
beside Fission. Joey Malone walks out to the other
side... and the music cuts off. "The Frayed Ends Of
Sanity" by Metallica replaces it, and the crowd pops,
as... MAD MAX steps out!)

GP: THE IWO's PERSONAL PSYCHO IS BACK!

JT: HOLY SHIT, THIS ROCKS!

Shallow: Watch your language!

GP: HOORAY! MAXY-BOY IS BACK!

(The four head down to the ring... Max stops, grabs
Fission by the shoulder. He runs backstage...)

JT: Where's he going?

(He returns with BAT!)

GP: YES! BAT IS BACK!

(Mad Max rolls into the ring. Team CGI and Max climb
the ropes as blue-and-white pyro streaks across
the ceiling... and the music fades... only to be
replaced by "Between Angels And Insects" by Papa
Roach. The crowd gives a mixed reaction, as the camera
begins to roll forward down the aisle... as it
gets close to the sliding doors, they open, and out
walks Sam Potright, and beside him, Beth Potright.
He's bloody. Beaten. And coming for more... he stops,
and out walks Al Coholic to stand beside him.
Scott Stone is the other man... and his music fades...
only for "Forty-Six And Two" by TOOL to replace it.
The crowd goes nuts, yet again. And out walks...
ZOMBIE.)

Shallow: No... F'N... way!

GP: HIMMMM! IT'S THE MAN OF NO REMORSE! ZOMBIE, OF ALL
PEOPLE!

JT: Isn't Potright a Red Sox fan, though?

GP: What does that matter?

JT: Zombie's a Yankees fan.

GP: This is WRESTLING, you male dingbat!

JT: Ohhhhhh...

(Potright, We Don't Like You, and Zombie circle the
ring... Team CGI and Mad Max keep their ground
inside the ring. Meanwhile, "Bloodline" by Slayer
hits. A camera backstage shows Donnie Daze heading
through the winding hallways of MSG, and he arrives at
the other side of the set... the scene fades to in
front of the set... and the doors slide open. Daze
walks out, and like the other two, he stops. Tom
Taylor
walks out.)

JT: Who's that?

GP: It's Tom Taylor! From IML!

(Adam Wars walks out and stands beside Daze...)

GP: Seems like he chose a rookie to help him...

(Daze's music stops. The crowd is hushed, knowing that
soon, a huge legend will come out.

And they find themselves disappointed. No, just
kidding. They go nuts as "Johnny Quest Thinks We're
Sellouts" by Less Than Jake crashes "the Mecca". Out
steps... the one... the only... carrying Payback...
it's Joey Rappoport.)

JT: YESSSS! ORGASM! ORGASM! IT'S THE IWO'S FIRST
ROOKIE OF THE YEAR!

(The crowd simply is raving over Rappoport.)

GP: It's unbelievable! Mad Max, Zombie, AND Joey
Rappoport all together, in seperate corners! I have a
strange feeling about this match...

JT: Don't go into your little spiel about the match
again. I'll be sick.

(Daze slides into the ring as referees come in and
order the accompaniment to ringside. Team CGI and
Mad Max head to one corner, where the steps are...
WDLY and Zombie go to the opposite one... and
Adam Wars, Tom Taylor, and Joey Rappoport head to one
in between them. Daze, Potright, and Fission
prep up in the ring, and a tiny clock with "2:00" in
digital LCD letters comes up in the corner, along with
"DD", "SF", and "SP" right beside it. If you can't
figure out what those three set of initials stands for,
then
you are... an idiot.)

GP: Here we go.

* DING DING DING *

GP: They begin circling around the ring... man, can
you feel the buzz of this crowd?

Shallow: Yeah, damn, has it ever been like THIS before?

JT: Who cares?

GP: I think we have a classic right here. Potright is
looking straight at Fission... Fission has his eyes on
Daze... Daze is stalking Potright. Which one will
attack first? And it's... Zombie? Zombie tries to
sweep
out Donnie Daze's leg! Daze yelling at Zombie, Zombie
challenging him to come down, Potright nails
him in the back with an axe handle! Zombie flips off
Daze as Potright drags him to the middle of the ring
and hits a Famasser! Fission drops down on Potright,
however, with an elbow drop, and this match goes
into action! Fission delivering blows to Potright...
and 0¿0 just slid Fission a trash can lid! What is he
doing?

JT: Well, obviously, there are no DQs! Fission picks
it up, slams it over Potright's head! Potright asking
for more! Fission hits him again, and Potright just
begs for some more, please! Fission... Daze with a low
blow! Potright pushes on his hands, kicks Fission in
the head with the lid! Fission goes down! Potright
goes for the cover! One... two... Daze with a forearm
to break it up! Potright rolls off, gets up, Daze
lariats him to the ground!

Shallow: Joey just slid Daze "Payback"! Daze picks it
up... oh, he's waiting for Fission to get up... BAM!
Fission goes down again, with a hard shot of
"Payback"! Potright gets up, Daze hits him with
"Payback",
too! Daze stands tall and passes the chair back to
Rappoport. Now he's going to Fission... grabs his leg,
one-legged Boston Crab on Syphon Fission! Syphon
reaching for the ropes... he's getting there... he has
them! Daze has to let go! The ref's counting him... he
lets go!

GP: Daze pushes the referee... the ref's calling for
the bell, but the bell ringer doesn't do anything! No
DQ! Daze just laughs... he turns around... POTRIGHT
WITH SOME BRASS KNUCKS TO DAZE'S
HEAD! He takes them off and tosses them to Zombie!
Potright goes and covers Daze... looks like
Potright will get the first fall. One, two, NO!
Fission got on his feet and just fist dropped Potright
in the
head! That evokes Potright, Potright charges him,
SPEAR! Potright takes Fission... puts one leg over the
other, looks like he's going for the Wall
Breaker(Sharpshooter)! But Fission spins! Fission
spins! He sits
up, gets to his feet, leans back... WALL BREAKER ON
POTRIGHT!

JT: AHH!

Shallow: Potright in his old finisher! He's screaming
for help! But he can't do anything from that position,
he
has to hold out! Fission up, BULLDOGS DAZE! Fission
takes Daze, picks him up, DEATH PLUNGE! He
covers! ONE... TWO... THREE! Syphon Fission takes the
first fall five minutes in! With one hour,
fifty-five minutes to go, Syphon draws the first win!

DD - 0
SF - 1
SP - 0

JT: Well, Syphon goes over to Potright... Potright
clutching that leg he's had injured tonight... and
Fission
grabs him! Starts kicking the inner thigh, and
Potright is in major pain! Daze is out! And Syphon
drops an
elbow onto the leg! He gets up... drags Potright over
to the rope... he climbs up, HE WAS IN THE
WRONG CORNER! AL COHOLIC TOSSES BEER IN HIS EYES!
FISSION FALLS BACK, POTRIGHT
CRAWLS OVER, LEANS OVER HIM! ONE... TWO... NO! Fission
with a kick out. Daze getting to his
feet... Fission shaking the beer from his eyes...
wiping it away... and Potright gets to his feet. He
falls
back into the ropes... KNEEDROP ON FISSION'S BUSTED
RIBS!

GP: Potright knows that those are his weak points
tonight! Potright just leans over, his belly's almost
on
the back, and he just lets that knee linger, pushing
into Fission's chest! And Daze boots him in the
forehead! Hold on, Potright is partially over Fission!
The ref counts, one, two, three! Potright ties it up!

DD - 0
SF - 1
SP - 1

GP: Not even more than ten minutes in... and we've got
a tie! Daze, however, leg drops Fission... he
goes for the cover! Potright dives on top of him, but
Daze doesn't fall off! One.. two.. three!

DD - 1
SF - 1
SP - 1

JT: Smart move.

Shallow: Very smart.

JT: Did you just agree with me?

Shallow: Er... no... maybe...

JT: HA HA! Now it's all tied up, three ways! And
Potright is pulling Daze off of Fission... he throws
him
outside! Here comes We Don't Like You and Zombie to
attack him! Zombie picks up Daze...
ZOMBIEPLEX! BUT HERE COMES WARS, TAYLOR, AND
RAPPOPORT! IT'S A PIER-SIXER!

GP: That's my line, MY LINE!

JT: No, it's Gorilla Monsoon's! Rappoport and Zombie
are going at it! Taylor & Wars and Coholic &
Stone are going at it! Potright DIVES OVER THE TOP
ONTO ALL OF THEM! HA HA, THAT ROCKED!
Fission getting up... and Team CGI, on the outside,
joins the fray! 0¿0 and Malone are heading straight
for Stone and Coholic! Mad Max is just standing
back... and he's giggling. Ah, good old Mad Max. Must
be daydreaming about Britney Spears.

GP: Well, Potright working his way out of the mess...
he tackles Malone to the ground! Fission is out of
the ring and he's in that brawl, now, too! He grabs
the trash can lid and thwacks Tom Taylor with it! And
he hits Wars, too! He goes to hit Rappoport, but
Rappoport stuns him with a kick, KAMIZAKE KICK! Mad
Max, however, hits Rappoport with Bat!

Shallow: Don't you mean "a bat"?

GP: No, remember, it's named Bat.

Shallow: Oh yeah... Max swings and hits Coholic! They've
had wars before! And speaking of wars, Max
knocks Adam Wars silly with a hit! But Potright, an
old rival of Max's, with a low blow to the Insane One!
Zombie is landing lefts and rights to anyone in his
way! Down goes Malone and 0¿0! But Fission gets up,
and jumps on Zombie's back! NOT THE BEST PLACE TO BE!

Zombie: Damn monkey... GET OFF ME!

JT: ZOMBIE JUST FLINGS FISSION OFF OF HIM! Daze chop
blocks Zombie! Zombie falls to the
ground, and Daze goes and covers a REALLY stunned
Fission! One.. two.... NO! Malone manages to
pull Daze off! 0¿0 covers Fission! Wait... huh?

GP: He's a psycho! Kinda like Mad Max. No wonder Max
joined them for tonight. Well, the Mysterious
Birdman gets off of his Team CGI partner... WAIT!
POTRIGHT FROM NOWHERE! ON FISSION!
ONE... TWO... NO! NO NO! FISSION KICKS OUT! Potright
grabs him and picks him up, and now the
two are heading backstage, leaving the brawl behind...

(A camera backstage shows Potright tossing Fission
into a pile of luggage cases.)

GP: Well, after this, maybe Fission can be stuck in
the overhead compartment!

(JT holds up a sign that says "0.2".)

JT: Not only was that sucky, it lacked delivery.

GP: Oh, shut up. Potright pulls Fission from the
cases... he drops him with a DDT! Turns him over...
where's a ref?

(A referee looks over and realizes there's a pinning
going on. He drops his coffee on himself, swears,
and runs off to change clothes.)

GP: DAMN HIM! Who cares about your coffee stains!
WAIT, KEVIN PEARSON, SENIOR REFEREE!
ONE... TWO... OH! SO CLOSE! Potright picks up Fission,
goes to throw him into a door, reversal!
Fission is opening the door...

Kate Young: EEEEEEEEEEEEK! PERVERT!

JT: WOW! WHAT A SLAP BY KATE YOUNG! Fission is dazed
by that slap... and speaking of dazed,
DONNIE DAZE TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A LOU THESZ PRESS!
COVER! ONE... TWO... NO!
Potright pulls Daze off... DROP-DOWN ATOMIC DROP!
THERE GOES DAZE'S PELVIS! Potright
reaches over and pulls up Fission... he's heading to
the parking garage! He pushes open the door... hey,
what's the temp?

Shallow: It says 72 degrees Fahrenheit.

JT: OUTSIDE, you dumb bitch.

*SLAP!*

JT: Ow!

Shallow: Outside... who knows? But it's New Year's Eve!
People are all in the streets! Potright tosses
Fission on a car hood... he gets on top of the hood...
STOMP, NO, WAIT, FISSION DROP TOE HOLDS
HIM THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD! THE BLOOD!

JT: THE BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
YEAHHHHH!

Shallow: Potright could be scarred for life!

GP: He already is, Shallow. In more ways than one.

Shallow: Oh yeah. Fission pulls Potright's carcass from
the windshield... drops him to the ground! Cover!
One... two... three!

DD - 1
SF - 2
SP - 1

GP: Seventeen minutes in! Syphon Fission leads by one!
And Donnie Daze has found his way through
the madness, and he's here again! Daze and Fission are
going at it! Back and forth with punches!
Fission, kick to the stomach, HANGMAN'S DDT NEARLY
KILLS DONNIE DAZE! GOOD GOD! Fission
is standing tall... he covers Daze...

1... 2... 3!

DD - 1
SF - 3
SP - 1

Shallow: Potright clearing out the glass and the dust
from his eyes... look at his eyes! He's... oh boy...

Pandora: BORN WITH NO SOUL, LACK OF CONTROL, CUT FROM
THE MOLD OF THE
ANTI-SOCIAL... PLUG THEM IN AND TURN THEM ON, PROCESS
THE DATA, MAKE YOURSELF
THE BOMB... WHAT IS YOUR TARGET, WHAT IS YOUR REASON?
DO YOU HAVE EMOTIONS, IS
YOUR HEART FREEZIN'? SEIZING THIS OPPURTUNITY TO
SPEAK, YA DIDN'T SAY NOTHING
BUT TURNED YOUR FUCKIN' CHEEK!

JT: Fission getting up... AND PANDORA PICKS HIM UP!
HE'S GOT BLOOD IN HIS EYES, BUT I
THINK HE CAN SEE THROUGH THE BLOOD! HE'S CARRYING
FISSION OFF SOMEWHERE! HE
KICKS THE DOOR OPEN... THAT'S THE WAY OUTSIDE! THEY'RE
OUT ON THE STREET!
PANDORA THROWS FISSION ON THE HOOD OF A TAXI! Fission
goes for a kick, Pandora takes the
foot and tosses it aside! He climbs on top of the
hood... HE'S SLAMMING FISSION'S HEAD INTO THE
HOOD!

Pandora: DEAD CELL! DEAD CELL! DEAD CELL!

GP: He's going to kill Syphon Fission, I think!
Pandora gets right on top of the car, pulls Fission to
his
feet, AND ROCK BOTTOMS HIM ON A TAXI! Daze stumbles
from the exit door, and he looks around...
Donnie Daze is ripping off part of a park bench! He
gets it off... CLIPS PANDORA IN THE LEG WITH
IT! Daze slams it into Pandora's knee! Potright will
be feeling the pain, I'm sure, but in the meantime...
Pandora doesn't mind! Fission getting over the shock
of the hit...

Shallow: The street is filled with cars. What's up with
that?

JT: You said it yourself, it's New Year's Eve! These
idiots are battling on the busiest night of a New York
year! Daze gets on the hood, pushes Pandora onto the
roof of another car... he goes to hit him with that
piece of the park bench, Pandora dodges, and now he's
marked up a car! He goes again, another miss!
Another dent in the car! Fission is up... SPEARS DAZE
OFF ONE CAR AND ONTO ANOTHER!

GP: Pandora rolling onto the hood of the car... he's
snapping out of it, people... Potright is back. And, I
told ya, he's holding his leg! Fission and Daze are
exchanging punches on the roof of the car next to
him! Potright getting up to his feet... Fission with
punch after punch after punch! Potright from behind!
TAZZMISSION ON FISSION! THEY FALL BETWEEN CARS, AND
THERE'S NO REF IN SIGHT!

Shallow: Wait! A car door opened! IT'S ONE OF OUR
REFEREES!

JT: WHAT?

GP: No way!

Shallow: Yes way! He's checking out Fission... picks up
his hand, it drops, twice! Three times! Fission loses
a fall!

DD - 1
SF - 3
SP - 2

Shallow: AND DONNIE DAZE DROPS WITH A SPLASH ON THE BOTH
OF THEM! POTRIGHT FALLS
TO THE GROUND UNDER FISSION! THIS CAR REF COUNTS...
ONE... TWO.... THREE!

DD - 2
SF - 3
SP - 2

GP: And now Fission leads by one only, with
ninety-five minutes left! And he's pretty much dead to
the
world right now! Daze is walking along the streets...
hopping off hoods... where's he going?

JT: Who knows? All I know is, Potright has managed to
get Fission's body off of him and is limping after
the former two-time IML champ. Fission is being
awakened by the ref... he's being helped to his
feet...
the ref is helping him along! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS
REF? YOU CAN'T DO THAT!

GP: Well, he just did! Now all three men are heading
towards Broadway!

Shallow: OOH! I've always wanted to see a Broadway show!

JT: Broadway sucks.

GP: Dude, you listen to damn show tunes!

JT: N-no I don't!

GP: Yeah, you do.

JT: I SWEAR I DON'T!

GP: Quit lying, JT. Anyway, Daze has just ducked into
some place... it's the bottom floor of something...

(The camera looks upward.)

GP: MTV?!!!

Shallow: Hmmm... I smell lawsuits.

JT: This'll be fun! Daze is being chased by
Potright... Daze ducks into a room... Potright passes
by him...
Daze from behind, that was a janitor's closet, and he
swings a mop and cracks it over Potright's head!
Fission comes in now, and he's got a Backstreet Boys
sign!

JT: Syphon Fission listens to boy bands?

(A pre-pubescent girl runs in after Fission.)

Pre-Pubescent Girl: Please give me my "I'll kiss Nick
until he's Black & Blue" sign back!

Fission: Hold on a second...

GP: Fission cracks that stiff poster board over Daze's
head, and Daze goes down! HARD!

JT: Wait... how could a poster do that?

Fission: Here you go, girl. What'd you use to make
that stay straight?

Pre-Pubescent Girl: We couldn't find stiff enough
paper, so mommy and I stole the stop sign from our
street... *tee-hee*

(The girl runs off. Fission shrugs.)

GP: I guess it is true -- boy bands can be bad
influences.

JT: Yeah, but they make excellent signs for cracking
someone over the head with! Fission laying in
punches on Daze's head... he slams him into the wall.
Potright getting up... he's got to a mail cart! He
pushes it out... rides on it like it's a scooter! I
used to do that when I was five in the supermarket!

Shallow: I saw you doing it last week!

JT: Second child.

Shallow: Oh...

GP: Potright crashes into Daze, flies over the cart,
CROSS-BODY BLOCKS FISSION! That referee from
the car runs into the hallway! One.. two... three!

DD - 2
SF - 3
SP - 3

Time Left: 1:30

JT: ANOTHER HOUR AND A HALF?

GP: This is the endurance test, after all. Potright
picks up Fission, tosses him over the cart! He crawls
over it.... and Daze pulls it back! Potright flings to
the ground! Daze looks kinda pissed, doesn't he?

Shallow: Yes he does.

JT: Well, we figured you could tell between his angry
face and his "are those crabs?" face.

*SLAP!*

Shallow: ASSHOLE!

JT: Ow! Well, shove some sand up your ass and make a
beach for those crabs!

*SLAP!*

Shallow: I SHOULD KILL YOU!

JT: With what army? Your crab army?

*SLAP!*

JT: OKAY! I'LL STOP!

GP: Fission has taken control of this fight between he
and Potright! He throws him into an elevator, and
Daze rides in on that mail cart! Fission hits a
button... slams Potright's face into the controls!
Into the
wall! Throws him on the mail cart, and Daze tips the
damn thing over! Fission takes Potright... signals for
it... HE POWERBOMBS POTRIGHT ON THE MAIL CART! And
Daze jumps over the mail cart and
clotheslines him!

*DING*

JT: Did the bell just ring?

GP: That was the elevator, stupid. They're on... hey,
this looks familiar...

Shallow: Are we on the studio floor?

GP: I think so.

(Carson Daly and Rachel Leigh Cook are going over the
opening for the NYE 2001 bash.)

Shallow: EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! CARSON DALY!

GP: OW! DON'T SCREECH INTO YOUR HEADPHONE!

JT: YEAH, BITCH!

Shallow: Oh, shut up! I'll screech if I want to!
EEEEEEEE!

JT(to Greg): It's like in that movie, Screamers!

GP: What?!

JT: NEVER MIND! IF YOU'LL EXCUSE OUR YELLING, WE NEED
TO HEAR OURSELVES AND
MAKE SURE WE DON'T MESS UP A SENTENCE! POTRIGHT --

Shallow:
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEE

JT: -- PULLS HIMSELF OFF THE MAIL CART AND IS CHASING
AFTER DAZE AND FISSION, WHO
HAVE ALREADY LEFT THE ELEVATOR! THEY'RE BATTLING
TOWARDS MTV'S NEW YEAR'E EVE
SET! FISSION TOSSES DAZE INTO A SPECIAL LAMP! THE LAMP
TIPS OVER... FIRE!

GP: WHAT?

JT: FIRE!

GP: OH SHIT!

(People begin rushing from the fire... and Fission
grabs Carson Daly by the neck.)

Fission: THIS IS FOR NOT BEING ON TRL FOR EDGE!

*PUNCH*

Fission: THIS IS FOR MAKING MTV BECOME TEENY-BOPPER
LAND!

*PUNCH*

Fission: THIS IS FOR BEING FRIENDS WITH FRED DURST!

*PUNCH*

FISSION: THIS IS FOR NOT SCREWING BRITNEY SPEARS OR
CHRISTINA AGUILERA WHEN YOU
HAD THE CHANCE!

*PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH*

Carson: HAVE MERCY!

Fission: NO!

*PUNCH*

(Daze grabs his fist.)

Daze: HEY!... LET US HAVE A SHOT!

(The three wrestlers amass on Carson Daly and beat the
living hell out of him. Then they return to the
match at hand.)

JT: HOORAY! WE KILLED CARSON DALY!

GP: No we didn't... we just severely crippled him.

JT: What? DAMN!

(Shallow is sobbing.)

Shallow: Now he isn't cute... he's still rich, though!

(She lightens up.)

JT: Gold-digging whore.

Shallow: What? WHAT?

JT: Nothing.

GP: You go, Lester Burnham.

JT: My name's JT, not Lester. Who are you talking to?

GP: *Sigh* Well, Potright, Daze, and Fission are going
at it as the fires rage on... Fission with an irish
whip to Daze, OH NO, HE WENT THROUGH THE WINDOW! OH
GOD!

*KER-SMASH! tinkle tinkle tinkle*

JT: HOORAY! Did we kill Donnie?

GP: I HOPE NOT!

JT: I hope so. Death is cool.

GP: Sicko. Well, let's see... he fell six stories
down, he has to be dead... and... is that a huge air
cushion?

JT: Yeah, it is! Must be for drunks.

GP: It has to be... well, Daze has survived being
tossed through a window six stories up! Fission kicks
Potright, DEATH PLUNGE! He covers! But there's no ref
again! He counts himself! One, two, three,
four... he gets off of Potright! He's looking
around... he sees the flames... and Syphon Fission is
leaving
the MTV offices, via window! He's leaving Potright
behind!

~ On The Street ~

Shallow: Daze has rolled off that air cushion, and
Fission is crawling off it! Fission with a mule kick
to
Daze's back, pushes him onto the sidewalk! Man, look
at the people out there. Daze thrown against a
people barricade with so much force... he stumbles
forward... DEATH PLUNGE ON PAVEMENT! And
Fission leaves him be! He's looking around... there's
a ladder! He sets it up.. that looks like a
twelve-foot
ladder... and he's heading all the way up! He's up
top... surveying the street...

(The people cheer for him. He takes in the applause
and attention.)

JT: Where's Daze? Oh, wait... there he is! He's up! HE
PULLS THE LADDER FORWARD! FISSION
FLIES THROUGH THE AIR WITH THE GREATEST OF EASE, AND
HE'S BACK ON THE AIR
CUSHION!

GP: LOOK! SAM POTRIGHT IS UP... HE SEES FISSION...
SIGNALS FOR IT... CHRIST AIR! CHRIST
AIR! CHRIST AIR! CHRIST AIR! SIX STORIES UP, ALL THE
WAY DOWN! HE HAS FISSION
COVERED! A REF CRAWLS ON IT! ONE, TWO, THREE!

DD - 2
SF - 3
SP - 4

Time Left - 1:17

GP: A lot more to go... Daze crawls on top of the
cushion, kicks Potright off, cover!

1... 2... 3!

DD - 3
SF - 3
SP - 4

Shallow: Both Daze and Fission are one fall behind
Potright! And Daze goes right to Potright and begins
to
beat on him! Fission clutching those ribs... he's
telling the ref something... the ref is asking someone
to
come over!

Ref: AMBULANCE!

GP: Oh no...

JT: YOU CAN'T GET AN AMBULANCE THROUGH TEN THOUSAND
PEOPLE!

GP: Uh oh... he's right.

JT: Well, Daze not paying attention to Fission
anyway... he and Potright get off the cushion. Daze
carrying Potright to a streetlight... he tosses
Potright into it! Grabs Potright from behind, BACK
SUPLEX
ON CEMENT PAVEMENT! He goes for a cover, but the ref's
attending to Fission!

Shallow: Daze gives up on the pin... he takes Potright
and now they're walking somewhere! Daze has
Potright by the hair, and he's going someplace that we
don't know! Fission is trying to breathe on that air
cushion...

GP: Will someone please MOVE THE CROWD?

JT: THEY CAN'T MOVE THAT MANY PEOPLE!

Shallow: Daze is taking Potright... it looks like he's
heading back to Madison Square Garden! They're
heading back down the block, and there's a crowd of
IWO fans cheering them on!

Fan: FUCK YEAH! BEAT HIS ASS, DAZE!

Fan: Go POTRIGHT! GO PANDORA ON HIS ASS! GO GO!

Fan: Where's Fission? FISSION WOULD WHOOP YO' ASS!

GP: What hearty fans we have.

JT: Is it just me, or did they all use the word "ass"?

GP: I think they did. Daze tosses Potright into the
door... opens it up... and now they are back in the
inner
hallways of "The Mecca"! Daze tosses Potright down the
hall... Potright smacks against the wall! What
impact! Potright bounds back... Daze catches him, SKY
HIGH!

(An ambulance siren is heard in the distance.)

GP: Looks like someone got an ambulance to Fission.

JT: Well, yeah, but why does it seem to be getting
closer?

GP: Huh?

*KER-SMASH!*

GP: GOOD GOD! LOOK WHO'S BEHIND THE WHEEL! SYPHON
FISSION, BARELY BREATHING,
HAS JUST DRIVEN AN AMBULANCE THROUGH THE WALL OF THE
WORLD'S MOST FAMOUS
ARENA! IS HE NUTS?!

Shallow: Yes.

JT: You ask stupid questions, a dumb blonde always
answers.

*SLAP!*

GP: Nothing ever changes... Fission kicks open the
door, and he's climbing down the rubble! He's
clutching his ribs... but he manages to forearm Daze
in the back of the head! Potright getting to his feet,
SPEARS FISSION! FISSION SCREAMS IN PAIN! Daze rolls on
his belly, ANKLELOCK ON
POTRIGHT! FISSION, THROUGH THE PAIN, LOCKS ON A FRONT
FACE LOCK AND BODY
SCISSORS! POTRIGHT MUST BE IN EXCRUCIATING PAIN!
POTRIGHT SCREAMING, YELLING,
AND HERE COMES THAT CAR REF AGAIN! HE GETS DOWN, HE'S
ASKING POTRIGHT IF HE
GIVES UP! POTRIGHT TWISTING, TURNING, SCREAMING,
YELLING, HE WANTS OUT! BUT HE
CAN'T GET OUT! NOT UNLESS... HE DOES! POTRIGHT TAPS
OUT!

JT: Who gets the fall, though?

Shallow: Well, the ref is assessing the situation...
he's saying that BOTH men get the fall!

DD - 4
SF - 4
SP - 4

Time Left- 1:00

JT: Now it's tied up again! Potright trying to clutch
his ankle, his leg, his torso, and his head at the
same
time! Daze and Fission are going at it now, and
they're heading through the hallways! They're heading
back here, that can't be good!

GP: We are below one hour, ladies and gentlemen!

JT: Thanks for informing the obvious! They can
hopefully read time digitally! Here they come!

(The crowd pops as Daze and Fission rumble through the
entranceway.)

GP: Daze IS TOSSED THROUGH OUR SLIDING DOOR!

JT: What is that made of, anyway?

GP: I don't know, maybe ice, maybe glass! But either
way, Daze landed HARD on that steel ramp!
Fission steps through that hole he just made, and...
where's the legends and the other wrestlers?

JT: I think they got sent backstage.

GP: By who?

JT: BY THE REF IN THE RING, DILWEED! HE'S BEEN THERE
THE ENTIRE F'N TIME!

GP: Oh... I guess I was caught up in the match.
Fission picks up Daze, they are heading towards the
ring! Daze elbows Fission in the gut, tosses him into
the guardrail! Now he's dragging Fission towards the
ring instead! Daze tosses him in, hops on the apron,
goes to jump over it... Fission uses all he has to
roll
out of the way! Daze just misses a senton splash! Both
men down!

JT: Now we're back to this again. Just great. Where's
psycho Lunatic Pandora when you need him?

Shallow: Fission just scrambling around the ring, trying
to get to his feet... Daze is pulling himself up the
ropes... they stumble towards each other, double
clothesline, both go down, and FISSION HAS HIS ARM
DRAPED OVER DAZE! ONE! TWO! THREE! FISSION PULLS AHEAD
THE SECOND TIME IN THE
MATCH!

DD - 4
SF - 5
SP - 4

JT: Well, Fission probably doesn't even know it. Both
men down... DAZE NIPS UP! FOUR MILLIONTH
WIND! He takes Fission, throws him into the ropes,
misses a lariat, BUT SLIPS BEHIND HIM AND
LOCKS ON THE MARCO POLO SUBMISSIONO! HE'S GOT IT
LOCKED IN, FISSION MIGHT LOSE
HIS ONE FALL LEAD ON DAZE! FISSION FALLS BACK, DAZE
KEEPS IT LOCKED ON! DAZE
KEEPS IT LOCKED ON! WAIT, POTRIGHT, HE SCRAMBLES DOWN
AND IS UP HIGH... FIVE-STAR
FROG SPLASH! HE TAKES OUT BOTH GUYS!

GP: You sound like me. POTRIGHT CRAWLS ON TOP OF
FISSION! ONE... TWO... NO NO NO NO
NO! FISSION GOT THE SHOULDER UP, UNBELIEVABLE! HE'S
STILL ALIVE! Potright stands up,
jumps over him, SENTON SPLASH TO DONNIE DAZE! HE ROLLS
UP ONTO THE ROPE, SECOND
ROPE MOONSAULT ONTO DAZE! HE COVERS DAZE, ONE, TWO,
DAZE ALMOST LOSES A FALL!
HE BARELY, AND I MEAN BARELY, MANAGED TO KICK OUT!
DAMN, HOW CLOSE WAS THAT?

Shallow: Very close! It looks like Potright expended all
his energy for those two hits... because he's down.

JT: What tipped you off on that? That he isn't moving
much?

Shallow: Yes, in fact, it did! Fission has gotten to his
feet, however, and he has Potright by the legs! Looks
like... he's got Potright in the Wall Breaker! I don't
believe it! Potright is barely able to stand it...
he's
screaming, screaming, screaming...

("It" happens. No, not that "it", the other "it". Not
THAT other "it", the "It" around the corner.)

GP: IT'S PANDORA! HE PRESSURES OUT OF THE WALL
BREAKER, HE STANDS UP...

Lunatic Pandora: TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO
DO... NOW THAT I HAVE
ALLOWED YOU TO BEAT ME... DO YOU THINK THAT WE COULD
PLAY ANOTHER GAME, MAYBE
I COULD WIN THIS TIME...

GP: HE'S GONE NUTS! PANDORA IS IN THE ZONE! FISSION
GETS UP, CLOTHESLINES HIM
DOWN... PANDORA IMMEDIATELY ROLLS OUT OF THE RING!
HE'S BRINGING TABLES INTO THE
RING! HE'S GOT TABLES, FISSION HAS JUST GRABBED A
LADDER FROM RINGSIDE, AND FANS
ARE TOSSING CHAIRS IN ALL OF A SUDDEN!

JT: WHAT?!

GP: YES, THEY'RE THROWING CHAIRS INTO THE DAMN RING!
IT LOOKS LIKE TABLES...
LADDERS... AND CHAIRS...

JT: OH MY!

GP: You can't use that.

JT: Whadda ya mean, I can't use that?

GP: Time Warner slapped a copyright on "oh my".

JT: You're kidding me.

GP: I'm not kidding. Anyway, Daze has grabbed a chair,
he gets to his feet... HE SMACKS PANDORA
WITH THE CHAIR! Pandora falls sideways on the table...
Daze goes, GEEZ! HE COULD HAVE
CRACKED HIS EARDRUM! FISSION KNOCKS DAZE SILLY WITH
THE LADDER! HE CRACKS IT
ONTO THE SIDE OF DAZE! Now Fission is setting it up...
he's grabbed Potright, yes, Potright, Pandora
has faded out... and he's scaling the ladder. Fission
has Potright, tucks him between his legs... NO... NO
NO NO... DON'T YOU DARE! DON'T YOU EVEN THINK IT, NO,
POTRIGHT WITH A PUNCH IN THE
STOMACH, GRABS HIM, OH GOD, HE KILLED SYPHON FISSION!
SYPHON FISSION HAS LOST
ALL CONTROL OF HIS BODILY FUNCTIONS, I AM SURE! HE IS
GONE! GONE TO HEAVEN, GONE
TO HELL, IT DOESN'T MATTER! POTRIGHT COVERS HIM, BUT
THERE'S NO WAY HE CAN KICK
OUT FROM THAT! ONE.... TWO.... OH MY GOD! HE... HE DID
KICK OUT! SYPHON FISSION
KICKED OUT!

JT: WHAT?!

GP: HE KICKED OUT!

Shallow: Amazing! Potright can't believe it! Greg can't
believe it! NO ONE CAN! Daze grabs the chair and
cracks Potright in the back with his chair! Potright
rolls onto his back... one... two... three! Daze takes
a
fall from Potright!

DD - 5
SF - 5
SP - 4

Time Left - :45

GP: Fourty-five more minutes... fourty-five minutes of
battling. Fourty-five minutes of war. Daze runs
over to Fission, rolls him up, one, two, and Fission
kicks out! Daze... he chokes Fission! He's choking
Fission! Potright still lost within the realm of
pain... Daze gets up, leg drops Fission! Another cover!
But
Potright pulls him off! Potright has him... lifts him
up... HE THROWS DAZE IN A GERMAN SUPLEX
RIGHT ONTO THE CHAIR! And now Potright is rolling out
of the ring! He's going under.. what could he
possibly be plundering from under the ring?

JT: YES!!! I KNOW WHAT THAT IS!

GP: Oh my god... HE HAS BARBED-WIRE! A SPOOL OF BARBED
WIRE! THE SICK BASTARD! HE'S
ON THE ROPES, HE'S GOT THAT DAMN THING, NO, DON'T YOU
DARE, HE LIFTS IT UP,
AHHHHH! HE JUST JUMPED WITH A SPOOL OF BARBED WIRE AND
DROPPED IT ONTO DONNIE
DAZE'S CHEST! AND NOW HE'S TAKING THE DAMN STUFF...
AND HE'S GOT IT ON HIS ARM!
BARBED WIRE ELBOWDROP! MSG IS GOING CRAZY FOR THIS!

JT: And we were supposed to slip more into normal
wrestling. HA! Potright removes the barbed wire
from his arm... and now he's wrapping it around the
ropes. Looks kinda like those things in boxing... he
picks up Daze, tosses him in, but wait! He stopped
him, grabs him, TOMBSTONE! Fission has rolled out
of the ring and is setting up tables! Potright has
Daze... he's wrapping the barbed-wire around Daze!
This
oughta be good. He picks Donnie up... Donnie just
SWIMMING in barbed wire... AND LAUNCHES HIM
OVER THE TOP ROPE! DONNIE GOES HEADFIRST THROUGH THE
TABLE! GOOD GOD! HE'S
OUT! HE IS OUT, AND NOW FISSION SLIDES INTO THE RING!
HE PICKS UP SOME BARBED
WIRE LEFT FROM WRAPPING DAZE, AND HE WRAPS IT AROUND
HIS FIST! GOOD GOLLY, THIS
WILL RULLLLLLLLLE! POTRIGHT WRAPPING HIS FIST UP, TOO!
AND THESE TWO PSYCHOS
ARE PUNCHING AT EACH OTHER! THEY ARE PUNCHING EACH
OTHER WITH BARBED WIRE!

GP: Well, Potright goes for a heart punch, Fission
slides out of it, LOW BLOW WITH BARBED WIRE!
OW OW OW OW OW! POTRIGHT DROPS TO HIS KNEES, AND
FISSION DROPS A FIST TO HIS
HEAD! BLOOD IS SPILLING ALL OVER THE RING, AND
POTRIGHT TAKES A SHOT TO FISSION'S
ABDOMEN, AND... IT'S JUST BECOME CHAOTIC! DAZE HAS NOT
MOVED! AND WE HAVE
PAREMEDICS COMING DOWN!

Shallow: He might have lost his career, and neither
Fission or Potright cares! They're battling
nose-to-nose
with barbed wire covering their fists! Potright with a
couple of rights, sends Fission back... he's heading
towards that barbed-wire string up that Potright
made... Potright goes for a punch, SAMOAN DROP BY
FISSION INTO THE BARBED WIRE! GOD! POTRIGHT IS EVEN
MORE OF A MESS NOW! Fission
drags Potright from the wire... covers him.... ONE...
TWO.... NO! NO! Potright, BARELY GETS HIS
SHOULDER UP!

JT: There goes Donnie Daze... he's being brought out
on a stretcher... and now, here we go! One on one
again! Fission takes Potright... SYPHONER! SYPHONER ON
SAM POTRIGHT! COVER! ONE, TWO,
GOOD GOD, HE KICKED OUT AGAIN!

Shallow: HOW?!

Time Left - :30

GP: Fission picks up Potright... HITS THE "YOU'RE MY
BITCH"! AND HE LOCKS ON THE SYPHON
SLEEPER! POTRIGHT CAN BARELY MOVE, AND FISSION PICKS
HIM UP... HE DROPS POTRIGHT
ON THE BARBED WIRE AS HE HOLDS ONTO THE SYPHON
SLEEPER! He picks up Potright...
SEATTLE LOCK! COVER! ONE, TWO, THREE!

DD - 5
SF - 6
SP - 4

Shallow: Potright can't recover from this. No way. He
just suffered that much, no coming back.

(Syphon grabs a microphone.)

Fission: C'mon, Potty, GET THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE MY
BITCH, AND I'M GONNA BE DROPPIN'
PLATES ON YOUR ASS FOR A LONG TIME TO COME! WE STILL
GOT THIRTY MINUTES, POTTY!
C'MON... GET YOUR LITTLE BITCH ASS UP... LET ME SHOW
YOU ANOTHER NEW MOVE!

(Potright slowly gets to his feet...)

Fission: Now, Potty... meet the Nuclear Fission!

(Fission goes and kicks Potright in the stomach. He
puts him up in a Hangman's DDT position, where the
body hangs out from a powerbomb. Fission then snaps
back, and Potright falls face first into the mat.)

Fission: How do you like that, Potty? You've just
suffered the effects of being exposed to nuclear
fission.
What should I do with you now, Potty? Your little FWF
friends aren't here to save you now! No one can
save you, Potty!

(Beth Potright appears at the ramp. She walks down to
the ring. Fission doesn't notice her.)

Fission: Potty... poor Potty. I think I'll take this
time to ask you a question... WHY? Why join Evan and
his
cronies? WHY?

(Beth Potright slips up on the apron, and she grabs a
chair as she does. Potright is shaking off the effects
and getting to his feet.)

Fission: Go ahead... stand up to me... you think you
can lose another fall and still win, Potty? Huh?

(Beth Potright winds up... Potright moves forward.)

Fission: Oh, yeah, you think you can hurt me...

Beth: NOW!

(Fission ducks... BETH HITS POTRIGHT IN THE HEAD WITH
THE CHAIR!)

GP: WHAT THE HELL?! NO! NO NO! THAT DIDN'T JUST
HAPPEN! SAM POTRIGHT HAS BEEN HIT
IN THE HEAD BY HIS OWN WIFE, AND I THINK IT WAS ON
PURPOSE!

JT: JEZEBEL!

Shallow: You go, girl! Mm-hmm! Stand up to the man!

GP: Sam is down... Fission is laughing...

Fission: Hey, Potty... listen, man. There are people
backstage that do like you, and do want the best for
you... she's one of them. And another person that
likes you, and wants you to see the light... well,
let's
bring him out.

("Loco" by Coal Chamber hits as High Flyer walks out.)

Fission: Yes, High Flyer... your supposed rival in the
high-flying business, he wants you to come back.
Hell, he's the one that set this all up. Your wife is
IWO, Potty... can you stay FWF under those
circumstances?

(Fission drops the mic and begins to take punches to
Potright's head, his fist still wrapped in barbed
wire.)

GP: Syphon Fission has it all in the bag. Potright
cannot come back from anything, now.

Lunatic Pandora: THE ROOF, THE ROOF, THE ROOF IS ON
FIRE! BURN, MOTHERFUCKER, BURN!

GP: Fission is laying in faster fists of fury, but
they're having no effect! PANDORA IS HERE! HE
PUSHES FISSION OFF, GRABS HIM BY THE LEGS, AND
CATAPAULTS HIM INTO THE LADDER!
HE GRABS THAT LADDER, DROPS IT ON THE BACK OF FISSION!
HE'S SETTING IT UP, HE'S
SETTING IT UP... HE'S CLIMBING IT, HE HAS A CHAIR,
ARABIAN FACE BUSTER FROM THE
LADDER! HE GOES FOR A COVER, ONE, TWO, NO NO NO!
FISSION KICKS OUT! PANDORA
CLIMBS UP THE LADDER AGAIN, DROPS DOWN ON HIM WITH A
SPLASH! ONE, TWO, NO
AGAIN! PANDORA IS RUSHING THROUGH POTRIGHT'S BODY, BUT
SYPHON FISSION IS
STANDING UP TO THAT! PANDORA PICKS HIM UP, BRAINBUSTER
ON THE CHAIR! ONE, TWO,
NO! HOW THE HELL DID HE SURVIVE THAT?

JT: Pandora cleaning Fission's clock! He takes him
over, tosses him out, High Flyer attacks Pandora!
Pandora pushes him away, and continues the battle on
the outside! Tosses Fission into the guardrail,
Fission comes back at him, SPINEBUSTER! Pandora rolls
back into the ring and ascends the
turnbuckles! OH NO, OH YES, CHRIST AIR FROM THE TOP
ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE! He covers
Fission! One, two... OH DEAR GOD! HE KICKED OUT! I
CAN'T BELIEVE THAT!

Shallow: Fission has just done it all! Pandora is
pissed... he picks up Fission and tosses him back into
the
ring, and he climbs the turnbuckles again! Pandora
sitting there like a gargoyle atop a cathedral...
Fission
getting to his feet, TATTOO OF THE SUN ON FISSION!
COVER! ONE... TWO.... THREE!

DD - 5
SF - 6
SP - 5

Time Left - :20

GP: Twenty minutes, and two falls for Potright/Pandora
to win this thing... Pandora picks up Fission,
goes for a tombstone... but his leg gives out on him!
Damn, that leg! He injured it early tonight, and now
it's coming back to haunt him! Fission is too dazed to
do anything about it, though... Pandora smacks the
damn thing! He's trying to maybe pop it back in!
Fission is crawling over... he goes to drive an elbow
into
Pandora's sternum, PANDORA SPITS BLOOD IN HIS EYES!
LIKE A GEYSER! Fission is blinded!
Pandora getting up to his one good foot, hooks Fission
in a double under hook position, picks him up....
what leg and body strength! PANDORA DROPS HIM WITH A
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK RELEASE
POWEBOMB! Pandora grabs Fission by the legs... he's
somehow, someway, battling through pain, and
Potright is returning! HE HAS ON A LIONTAMER! THE
WALLS OF JERICHO! WHATEVER YOU CALL
IT, IT'S LOCKED ON TIGHTLY! FISSION IS ALMOST ETCHING
THE PAIN OUT BEYOND HIS
VOICE! BUT POTRIGHT IS SCREAMING OUT, TOO! THEY ARE
BOTH IN IMMENSE PAIN RIGHT
NOW! FISSION... FISSION TAPS! FISSION TAPS! POTRIGHT
TIES IT UP!

DD - 5
SF - 6
SP - 6

Time Left - :15

Shallow: Potright lets go of it, and falls face first on
the mat! He's clutching his leg... Fission holding his
lower back... yet both men are trying to get to the
ropes! Fission gets up first, and he goes across the
ring! Clotheslines Potright over the top rope,
Potright lands on his bad leg, and he goes straight
down!

JT: This has been excruciating to watch... I give it
two thumbs up!

Shallow: Oh, shut the hell up. Fission bounces off the
ropes... comes back, jumps onto the top rope,
SENTON MISSES BY INCHES! HE OVERSIGHTED! POTRIGHT HAS
A CHANCE! HE ROLLS OVER,
COVERS FISSION! ONE... TWO.... NO! FISSION WITH A
KICKOUT! Potright just rolls back... his leg
is in severe pain, he's just lost his wife to the
IWO... what else can happen to him? Fission rolling
around
to his feet. Fission is up... he takes Potright, and
tosses him in the ring...

JT: ... And now, Fission has to avoid using his back
in any moves. God knows, both men might be able
to injure something really bad. Which would be
coolastic, but... hey... then they won't have any more
bloody battles! Fission simply goes for a lax pin on
Potright... one, two, Potright kicks out. Fission
shakes
his head... he picks up Potright, Death Plunge! He
turns him over, covers.... one... two.... WHAT?!
POTRIGHT KICKED OUT OF THE DEATH PLUNGE! FISSION IS
STARING AT POTRIGHT, WHO
CAN'T EVEN REALLY SEE DUE TO THE BLOOD, AND IS
PROBABLY GOING TO KILL HIM! HE'S
DELIVERING FISTS TO POTRIGHT'S HEAD! FISSION JUST
SNAPPED! HE'S DRIVING
POTRIGHT'S HEAD INTO THE MAT!

GP: POTRIGHT PROBABLY ISN'T EVEN CONSCIOUS ANYMORE,
LET ALONE ABLE TO FIGHT
BACK! FISSION, JUST PIN HIM ALREADY!

Shallow: Fission takes Potright... SYPHONER AGAIN! HE
PICKS HIM UP, DOES ANOTHER DAMN
SYPHONER! WILL SOMEONE GET HIM TO CALM DOWN? HE JUST
DELIVERED TWO STRAIGHT
SYPHONERS! AND NOW HE'S GOT A CHAIR! HE WOULDN'T DO IT
AGAIN! He sets Potright up...
HERE COMES ANOTHER SYPHONER -- NO! POTRIGHT SLIDES
DOWN, SPINS AROUND,
GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE CHAIR! THAT COME FROM LIMBO!
ONE... TWO.... THREE! POTRIGHT
PUSHES ONE FALL AHEAD! POTRIGHT JUST CAME FROM NOWHERE
AND EXPENDED ALL HIS
ENERGY FOR THAT!

DD - 5
SF - 6
SP - 7

Time Left - :10

GP: This has been... unbelievable. And now we're
heading down the home stretch of the final ten
minutes... Potright is actually getting to his feet.
He's limping... but it appears he popped his knee and
leg
back into place! Fission is holding his head as he
gets up... POTRIGHT HITS WAR WITHIN A BREATH!
BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! BUT FISSION ROLLS OVER AND GETS AN
ARM DRAPED OVER
POTRIGHT! ONE... TWO... THREE!

DD - 5
SF - 7
SP - 7

Time Left - :08

JT: Eight minutes, and it's all tied up... Fission
getting back up, he sees Potright, picks him up, slams
him
with an Implant DDT! Fission getting an adrenaline
rush back! He grabs Potright again, TORNADO DDT!
He is going to beat Potright with the DDTs! He takes
Potright... he's signalling for the War Within A
Breath! He sets him up... Potright, reversal, NORTHERN
LIGHTS SUPLEX, ONE, TWO THREE!

DD - 5
SF - 7
SP - 8

Time Left - :07

Shallow: Potright must be getting an adrenaline rush,
too, as he takes the ladder, drops it on Fission! He
goes into the ropes, somersault... TUMBLING SENTON ON
FISSION! POTRIGHT ROLLS TO THE
OTHER SIDE, HOPS OFF THE ROPES, GOES FOR A LIONSAULT,
BUT FISSION TOSSES THE
LADDER INTO HIS MIDESCTION! Potright flails down to
the mat! Fission gets to his feet, pulls up a
hurting Potright... TOMBSTONES HIM ON THE LADDER! He
doesn't go for the pin, though! Instead,
now Syphon is climbing the ropes!

JT: Common moronic mistake. Fission does a senton from
the top to Potright, who's on the ladder! He
has about five minutes to get two falls and take home
the #1 contendership! But he isn't even going for a
pin! Instead, he's attacking Potright!

GP: Fission picks up Potright... NOVACAINE! And he
STILL doesn't cover! Instead, Fission is searching
for a weapon outside the ring! He has four minutes to
pin Potright twice!

JT: Fission grabs a chair, heads in with it, and --
*BAM* DAMN NEAR TAKES POTRIGHT'S HEAD OFF
WITH IT! He picks up Potright, points to the chair...
"YOU'RE MY BITCH" ONTO THE CHAIR! THREE
MINUTES LEFT! HE ROLLS POTRIGHT OVER, ROLLS HIM UP,
ONE, TWO, POTRIGHT ROLLS ON
TOP, ONE TWO NO, FISSION ROLLS BACK OVER ON TOP, ONE,
TWO, POTRIGHT WITH A
WEIRD PINNING COMBINATION, ONE, TWO, DAMN NO, FISSION
KICKS OUT! Fission back to his
feet immediately, he takes Potright, DEATH PLUNGE! He
covers Potright! One......... two...................
NO! HE KICKED OUT OF ANOTHER DEATH PLUNGE! Fission
picks Potright up... POTRIGHT KICKS
HIM IN THE STOMACH AND HITS ANOTHER WAR WITHIN A
BREATH! HE COVERS FISSION!
ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!
FISSION, HE KICKED OUT OF
POTRIGHT'S FINISHING MOVE AGAIN!

GP: What... a... match!

JT: You said that already.

GP: So what? Potright in disbelief... he has
one-and-a-half minutes left... Potright's going to sit
it out. He
crawls into the corner... Fission slowly getting up...
Fission... one minute left... he runs at Potright,
Potright up to the second rope, catches him, SUNSET
FLIP, ONE, TWO, NO! FISSION WITH A
KICKOUT! FIFTY SECONDS! FISSION ROLLS BACK, GRABS
POTRIGHT BY THE LEGS! KICKS HIM
IN THE CHEST, DRAGS HIM TO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING,
HE'S LOCKING ON THE WALL
BREAKER, THE SHARPSHOOTER, WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL
IT! TO HIM, IT'S THE
SECOND PART OF THE SEATTLE LOCK! HE HAS IT WRENCHED
BACK! FOURTY SECONDS!
POTRIGHT SCREAMING! POTRIGHT SCREAMING! THIRTY-FIVE,
THIRTY-FOUR,
THIRTY-THREE... POTRIGHT IS ALMOST UNCONSCIOUS! WILL
HE TAP?

JT: POTRIGHT... HE MIGHT NOT SURVIVE THIS! FISSION
WRENCHES BACK EVEN MORE!
TWENTY-FIVE SECONDS! POTRIGHT IS TRYING TO CRAWL TO
THE ROPES, BUT FISSION
PULLS BACK! FISSION HAS IT ALL SAID AND DONE IF
POTRIGHT TAPS! FISSION'S NOT GONNA
LET GO, YOU CAN TELL! NOT UNTIL POTRIGHT TAPS! HE
WRENCHES BACK AS HARD AS HE
CAN! SEVENTEEN SECONDS! POTRIGHT MIGHT TAP! HE DOES!
HE DOES! IT'S TIED UP AT 8-8
APEICE! There's ten seconds... Fission takes Potright,
lifts him up, POTRIGHT WITH A TUCK AND
ROLL UNDER FISSION! HE HAS HIM ROLLED UP! ONE...
TWO... THREE! POTRIGHT GOES
AHEAD ONE AGAIN!

*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*

Final Score:
DD - 5
SF - 8
SP - 9

Winner of Match 3: Sam Potright

Overall Score:
Donnie Daze - 1 - Syphon Fission - 1 - Sam Potright -
1
TIE

GP: Well, this is unbelievable. Thanks to Justin
Goldman inserting Donnie Daze into this thing, there's
a
complete lack of a winner. It's a tie. What can
happen?

JT: Who knows? But that was hell... hell is fun!

Shallow: Who wins?

GP: No one, obviously.

{Cuts to a MNM promo}

GP: And we're back.

Shallow: Whoopie.

JT: Yeah, I agree. Does anyone care right now one way or the other about
this next match?

Shallow: I hear you, JT.

JT: This is another match on a card, but this one is one that no one
cares about. What's the point in having it?

GP: Because Mike Extreme feels that he needs to beat up someone in order
to get himself up on a new level in the IWO. Or something.

JT: Oh.

Shallow: Oh.

GP: Well, um, let's go to Meygon for the announcements.

Cheers Pub Match
Mike Extreme vs. Al Coholic

(Scene cuts to Meygon, who has magically transported herself to the
Boston pub.)

Meygon: The following contest is the "Where Everybody Knows Your Name"
match! The only rule is that to win, you must leave the pub to win the
match!

(A hobo wearing an IWO shirt and holding a boom box starts playing
"Hellbound" by Eminem and D-12 as Al Coholic steps out of the men's
bathroom, which is his end of the pub.)

Meygon: First... from Myrtle Beach, South Carolina... he stands six
feet, seven inches... and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-nine
pounds... ooh, sixty-nine... *goes off in dreamland*

GP: Meygon! MEYGON!

Meygon: Oh! Sorry... um.... he is a former IWO World Champion and a
former IWO Extreme champion... ladies and gentlemen... HE IS AL COHOLIC!

(Al Coholic raises his arms, then marches straight to the bar and buys
most of it.)

GP: Jesus. He's gonna get drunk before this match starts.

JT: Well, we'll see.

(The hobo switches the song to "I'm Not The Champion" by the IWO Jobbers
as Mike Extreme pops right out from behind the bar.)

Shallow: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! WHAT THE HELL!?

JT: Mike Extreme just surprised Coholic! He slams Extreme's face into
the bar table!

GP: Coholic backs up after that and now Extreme climbs over the counter!
Right hand to Coholic knocks him down!

JT: Wait, why is Extreme reaching behind the bar?

GP: Ahhh!

Shallow: He's got a steel chair covered in barbed wire!

GP: He's reaching back again and he's got... oh dear GOD no! C4
explosives!

JT: Coholic's back on his feet and he catches Extreme with a forearm to
the face!

Shallow: Coholic hooks up Extreme and tries a snap suplex, but Extreme
blocks and shoves Coholic back down to the tile floor!

JT: Coholic's down again as Extreme hits a big clothesline!

GP: Now Extreme picks up Coholic again, but Coholic catches him with a
low blow!

JT: Now Coholic goes over and grabs the barbed wire chair!

Shallow: Coholic rushes at Extreme, but Extreme ducks and Coholic trips
and BURIES HIS FACE INTO THE CHAIR!

JT: Dear god, YES! BLOOD, ALREADY!

GP: Coholic's bleeding!

JT: Extreme gets back up and he picks up Coholic! Scoop slam to Coholic!

GP: Extreme picks up that C4 stuff and places it on the ground, and the
barbed wire chair on top of it!

Shallow: But Coholic meets Extreme there and rams him into the wall!

GP: Now Coholic grabs Extreme... kick in the gut... and now he nails him
with a DDT!

JT: Coholic is looking for the exit, but Extreme grabs his foot!

Shallow: Coholic tries an enzugri, but Extreme blocks it! Coholic falls
back first!

JT: Ohhh! Extreme with a low stomp to Coholic's groin! And another! And
another... geez, Coholic might not have KIDS after this...

GP: Point taken.

Shallow: Now Extreme picks Coholic up and throws him right into the bar!
Erm, well, since Coholic pretty much bought it when he came in here, I
would highly doubt that anyone would care.

GP: Yeah. Now Extreme jumps behind the counter and throws Coholic back
over it!

JT: Coholic's down, and Extreme climbs up on top of the counter! Elbow
drop by Extreme!

GP: Extreme's cooking tonight!

JT: Extreme grabs Coholic again and sets him up... suplex... no, he's
delaying this one!

Shallow: Delayed suplex by Extreme right onto the bar again!

JT: The bar didn't break.

GP: Still. It happened!

Shallow: And I, the Grinch-Award Winning Johnny Shallow, would like to
inform everyone that Al Coholic is down.

GP: Thank you for that brilliant knowledge, Johnny.

Shallow: You're welcome, Greg.

GP: Extreme climbs up on the bar himself... he sets up Coholic...
powerbomb... RIGHT OFF THE BAR! A jumping sitout powerbomb off the bar
and onto the floor! What a move by Mike Extreme! And Coholic's down!

JT: Extreme's just dominating! Why doesn't he just leave and finish this
match?

Shallow: He just wants to punish Coholic!

JT: Now Extreme drags Coholic over to the men's bathroom!

GP: Coholic gets rammed into the sink! Face first, even!

Shallow: Hah hah! Extreme just turned on the faucet and Coholic's wounds
just got wet!

GP: Coholic's in deep trouble, but he gets in a back elbow! And a
forearm which rocks Extreme and sends him into a stall!

JT: Coholic charges in on Extreme, but Extreme backdrops him! Into a
toilet!

Shallow: Coholic's upside down and sitting on a toilet! It's sort of a
makeshift tree of woe!

JT: Extreme with a knee to Coholic's stomach!

GP: And another!

Shallow: And one more time! Coholic drops off of the toilet!

GP: Extreme's not done with the toilet fun! He grabs Coholic and dumps
his face into the toilet!

JT: HAHAHAHA! SWIRLY! SWIRLY! SWIRLY! EXTREME JUST FLUSHED COHOLIC!
HAHAHAHA!

GP: Extreme knocks Coholic out of the toilet and nails him with a kick
into the ribs! Now this's getting a bit vicious.

Shallow: Extreme tries it again, but Coholic grabs the foot and Extreme
gets tripped! Now Coholic jumps on Extreme with rights and lefts!

GP: Coholic tries to move into the Bitter Beerface, but Extreme's
blocking!

JT: Extreme picks up Coholic from the Beerface! He's carrying him back
into the bar!

GP: He puts Coholic on the bar and stands him up! Low blow by Extreme!
Now Extreme grabs the arms... front crucifix?

JT: Wait that's... an ICONOCLASM! SITDOWN CRUCIFIX SLAM BY MIKE EXTREME!

Shallow: Coholic's down again!

GP: Wait, now Extreme's calling for something... he's standing Coholic
back up! Poke in the eye! That's Jobbed to Hell! But Coholic, of course,
is still standing, and... wait! Extreme puts Coholic in a torture rack
and is walking back over to the barbed wire and C4!

JT: Uh oh...

Shallow: MIKE EXTREME WITH A BURNING HAMMER INTO THE C4 AND BARBED WIRE!
COHOLIC MIGHT BE DEAD AND EXTREME'S HURTING, HIMSELF AFTER THAT! MY GOD!

GP: Geez, Johnny. Spazzing out is MY job.

Shallow: Sorry. Carry on.

GP: MY GOD! MY GOD! MIKE EXTREME JUST KILLED AL COHOLIC WITH THAT
INVERTED DVD THING ON THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR AND C4 EXPLOSIVES!

JT: After watching Trick or Treat II, the thrill is gone.

GP: Shut up, JT.

Shallow: Extreme's getting up and he's heading out, but... wait... he's
turning back to Coholic!

GP: What's he saying?

Mike Extreme: *in a sick, very sadistic whisper* ...the intensity... is
BACK!

GP: Extreme's getting up!

JT: He's leaving! He's leaving the bar!

*ding, ding, ding*

Meygon: The winner of this match.... MIKE EXTREME!

JT: Next match, we go, we go!

GP: This has been one hell of a PPV so far..

Shallow: Yeah yeah yeah.......let's just skip to where Evan Levine beats the crap out of Phelen Kell.

JT: Yeah!

GP: Oh boy, I'm fucking outnumbered tonight. Up next is the tag title match. The Empire made a great showing in a fatal fourway a few weeks back, so they've got this rematch. The Suicide Kings are former champs, so they get in. Our tag division really blows doesn't it?

<The camera cuts up to former IWO ring announcer Busta Hymen. He's in the ring since everyone else uses Meygon, and I like to be different, okay?>

Busta Hymen: Yo yo yo........this contest is scheduled for one fa', and it is fo the IWO Worl' Tag Team Championship! Introducing first......

<"We Three Kings" by some dumb classical Christmas guy plays as the Suicide Kings walk down the aisle.>

Busta Hymen: One of the challengers.............they've got a screwed up name..........but I guess they's good enough to show up...the former IWO Worl' Tag Team Champeens............Ryan...........Jeff.........The Suicide Kings!

<"We are the Champions" by Queen plays as Kefka and Sephiros walk out.>

Busta Hymen: These two guys are also challengas! The meglomaiacs Kefka and Sephiros.....THEY IS THE EMPIRE!!!

<"It's All About the Pentiums" by Weird Al Yankovic plays as Team CGI walks down with the IWO World Tag Team Titles.>

Busta Hymen: And now........the champions! They two fucked up guys! Joey Malone....the Mystery Birdman.........the IWO Worl' TAGTEAM CHAM-PEENS! TEAM CGI!!!

<Team CGI hits the ring and we've got a six man brawl. Ding Ding Ding.>

GP: Well, there goes the rulebook! All six man standing in the middle of the ring brawling! Ryan King and Sephiros exchanging rights! Kefka gets clotheslined over the top by Joey Malone and they start brawling down the rampway! The Birdman is hiptossed over the top by Jeff King, and they're over near our table! We're gonna have to split up!

<Shallow gets up and runs over to follow Kefka and Malone as GP and JT remain at the table.>

-Rampway-

Shallow: These two guys are just having one hell of a go at it! Malone tries a clothesline, but Kefka ducks.........backdrop suplex on the steel ramp! Kefka picks up Malone.......he's looking for a piledriver...........and he gets it! Malone's head bounced off the rampway! Kefka looking down and taunting Malone.......Malone grabs his head and legs into a small package! 1...............2....................No!

-Ringside-

JT: Jeff King grabs the Birdman by the head! Takes him headfirst into our announce table! He tries it again, but its blocked! Birdman takes Jeff in headfirst! He rolls Jeff up on the table! Birdman follows him up! Double underhook...............MYSTERY BIRD DRIVER!!! THE MYSTERY BIRD DRIVER THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! Jeff King covered by the Birdman! 1........2.............3! Wow! A quick elimination!

Eliminated: Jeff King

-Ring-

GP: CGI wants an early end! They've either had or are going to have a match soon, and they want to be rested! Ryan King and Sephiros now exchanging right hands, Sephiros ducks a right.......SHADOW FLARE! Sephiros caught Ryan King with his backdrop driver! 1........................2.......................AND THE BIRDMAN COMES IN TO MAKE THE SAVE!!!! THE MYSTERY BIRD DRIVER ON SEPHIROS!!

-Rampway-

Shallow: Kefka DDTs Malone on the steel! He's got a cover! 1.........2.........WAIT!! SYPHON FISSION FROM THE BACK WITH A CHAIR TO BREAK IT UP!! Fission picks up Kefka! Fission calls for the Death Plunge! HE SETS HIM UP.....MY GOD! MALONE SPIKED IT! A SPIKE DEATH PLUNGE ON THE STEEL RAMPWAY!!!!! KEFKA'S DEAD! Cover! 1, 2, 3!

Eliminated: Kefka

Shallow: Wait..........this doesn't look good.........Kefka's not moving....

<The camera cuts back to GP and JT.>

GP: You're right Shallow.......Kefka's neck hit the steel ramp at a very awkward angle following that Death Plunge. Fission usually drops his opponent on his face when he executes it, but when Malone ran over and spiked it, the balance of the move was lost and it basically turned into a spiked double underhook piledriver........the move itself is bad enough, Jeff King's just now recovering in the back from it, but the spiking of the move just basically rams a guy headfirst into the ground, in this case solid steel, which has about as much give as a Mack truck.

JT: Everyone looks worried....I mean even Fission and Malone who delivered the move look concerned as well. No one comes out here intending to seriously maim their opponent....they come out here to win matches. And, with the IWO World Tag Team Titles at stake..........everyone damn sure wants to win.

Shallow: Let's take a look at a normal Fission Death Plunge

<The scene cuts to Fission executing the Death Plunge on Evan Levine from Hostile Takeover in slow motion.>

Shallow: Watch Fission. He double underhooks Levine, and then delivers the Plunge. As Fission jumps in the air, Levine's legs fly out from under him as he hits the ground parallel to the mat face first. Now, contrast that to the Plunge executed by Fission and Malone.

<A replay comes up.>

Shallow: Fission grabs Kefka, and double underhooks him. Fission jumps, and everything starts fine as Kefka's legs fly out from under him. But when Malone gets up from the DDT, he runs over and lifts Kefka's legs in the air to spike the move. So as he spikes the Death Plunge, Kefka';s body goes from parallel to the ramp to being at a 45 degree angle to it. So when Kefka's head hits, his neck takes an unbelievable jolt......finally.......EMTs are out here to look at him.

JT: The EMT's are putting a brace around Kefka's neck.. and they have a board out here to place him on....now they elevate him onto a stretcher, and an ambulance has backed up....he's placed in, and it looks like Kefka is going to be taken to the nearest medical facility. The sirens are wailing...Sephiros looks very very concerned....

GP: The bell rings again...........Ryan King rolls up Sephiros..........1.......2........3!!!!

Eliminated: Sephiros

Shallow: SEPHIROS IS LIVID!!! Sephiros grabs Ryan King! SHADOW FLARE! He grabs Birdman! SHADOW FLARE! Finally Sephiros is taken out of the ring! Birdman kicks Ryan King in the gut! MYSTERY BIRD DRIVER! 1......2........3! TEAM CGI WINS!!

[As Team CGI dances in the ring two men jump the railing! The fans start to scream as Team CGI turns around!]

GP: ITS KAIN!!! ETOS!!! WHAT THE HELL THERE BACK!

JT: HAHAH...more tag teams in the IWO everyday!

Shallow: There beating down on TAM CGI!

JT: KILL KIL KILL STAB STAB STAB!

Shallow: THAT'S IT!

[Shallow pulls out a cell phone and dials! Then all of a sudden Bob Dole comes running down from the stage. He runs over to JT and slaps him out of his char and runs back up the ramp]

Shallow: I got more where that came from!

JT: DAMN!

Shallow: Your Damn right!


JT: And this next match has greats like Justin Shack and Jax Stone in
it, but the champion is nothing short from an idiot!

GP: I wouldn't call the Birdman an idiot. He has succeeded in defending
his title numerous times during the month against Samuel Potright, Mac.
D and Mike Marchese.

Shallow: I think he just got lucky. Tonight, when he enters that cage,
all hell is gonna break lose! There is no luck when your in a steel
cage!

GP: I wouldn't say that. He's done this kind of thing before! Against
Mac D.! See, this is why I should have the real audio show. You are
soooo uninformed!

Shallow: Shut up you old piece of crap! Nobody likes you! Can't you see
that Koko B. Ware err I mean BIRDMAN is an idiot?! The rest of this
announcing crew thinks so!

GP: I don't think thats really Ware. Its got to be someone else. And if
it is, I think he will succeed in his dream of winning at Ice Age III!

Shallow: Oh please. Great. Here comes that feathered idiot now.

("Why Do Birds Suddenly Appear" by The Carpenters plays as 'The
Mysterious Birdman' 0¿0 walks into the cage with his weapon.....)

GP: THIS IS SICK!! ANOTHER SICK ICE AGE ACT HAS BECOME A TRADITION!!!

JT: AHAHAHAHAHA!!

0¿0: T-KEKEKEKEKE! BEHOLD THE POWER OF.... VICTOR KELL!!!!

(0¿0 throws the feathered, dead disgusting body of Victor Kell high in
the air as the audience suddenly mobs to go to the bathrooms of the
arena to puke. Hell, puke is flying all over the crowd at Ice Age. We
see Jamie up in his sky box puking all over until the window of the sky
box is so full of puke we can no longer see him. We see the whole
Goldman family puking there guts out only because a bunch of New York
fans puked on them. And its a vicious cycle.)

Shallow: THIS IS GROSS! BARF ALL OVER!

JT: I LOVE THIS! BRING ON THE PUKE! GOOD THING I BRUNG MY PUKE HAT SO I
WOULDN'T GET SO FULLA PUKE! I KNEW I WOULD BE NEEDING IT!

GP: I DO NOT AGREE WITH BIRDMANS SICK WAYS! NOT AT ALL!

("Self Esteemed" by The Offspring plays as Justin Shack walks out with a
feathered can of baked beans. Mmmmmm... beans... good and good for you!)

JT: A can of beans?! What the hell is this gonna do?!

GP: We can only imagine! THAT CAN OF BEANS COULD BE INFESTED WITH HIV!

Shallow:... OR it could have BEEAANNNS in it.

GP: BEANS! NO! NOT BEANS! IT'LL KILL US ALL! AHH! AHH!

(Greg Parker tries to run away from the announcers table but his head
set is bolted to his head so he can never escape the IWO!!!)

GP: DAMN IT! I thought they outlawed slavery!

Shallow: Anyway, Justin Shack enters the cage! He charges Birdman!
SPEAR! SPEAR TO BIRDMAN! Right off the bat!

JT: Shack gets a grasp of the feathered can of beans and clocks Birdman
upside the head with it! Ouch!

("Kernkraft 400" by Zombie Nation plays as Jax Stone walks out with his
weapon, a feathered dog collar.)

Shallow: Baked beans?! Dog collars?! WHAT THE HELL KIND OF WEAPONS ARE
THESE?!

JT: The people in these kind of stips work in mysterious ways! I tell
you! These crazy bastards! Anyway, Jax Stone charges into the cage!
Justin Shack swings his can of baked beans at Stone but Stone kicks
Shack to the stomach! DDT on the cage floor! Shack drops his can of
beans and crashes to the mat!

GP: Jax is putting the collar around Shacks neck! What in the hell is he
doing!

JT: LOOK! OUTSIDE THE CAGE! Marchese is standing there with a remote
control! Its one of those shock collars! HAHAHAHA!

GP: This is ingenious! That shock collar is glued on! Shack can't escape
from it! Shack hits Jax with a low blow! Ouch! He's gonna pay for that!

(We see Marchese standing outside the cage with the remote.)

Mike Marchese: FIRE!

GP: GOD DAMMIT! HE JUST ZAPPED SHACK WITH THE COLLAR! SMOKE IS COMING
OUT OF THAT COLLAR! THIS IS SICK!

Mike Marchese: I'll Shack you to death! STUPID MIDCARDER!

Shallow: ANOTHER ZAP! SHACK IS HOLDING HIS NECK IN PAIN!

Mike Marchese: SHACK!

(ZAP!)

Mike Marchese: SHACK!

(ZAP!)

Mike Marchese: SHACK!

(ZAP!)

JT: HE IS ZAPPING SHACK TO HELL! SHACK IS STANDING NOW! HE'S GOT THAT
CAN OF BAKED BEANS! AND HE HITS JAX WITH IT! HE SETS THE CAN OF BEANS ON
JAX! JUSTIN RUNS LIKE HELL! WHATS GOING ON!?

(BOOOM!!!!)

GP: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD! GET PARAMEDICS OUT HERE!
THAT CAN OF BAKED BEANS JUST EXPLODED! THERE WAS A C4 IN THE BAKED
BEANS! JAX'S FACE IS NEARLY BLOWN TO BITS!

Mike Marchese: HOLY SHIT! Nobody does that to my friend and gets away
with it! DIE!

Shallow: And he continues to zap Shack! Birdman watches and laughs as
Shack is tormented!

0¿0: KEKEKEKEKEKEKE! KAKAKAKAKA! DIE MR. SHACK! DIIIIEEE!

Justin Shack: HIT ME YOU FEATHERED SON OF A *ZZZAAP* OWWW... HIT BE
BITCH! HIIIITT MEEEE!!

0¿0: UMMM.. IF YOU INSIST!

GP: Shack is allowing Birdman a free hit! 0¿0 grabs Shacks head, and
Shack isn't fighting back! And he rams Shacks head up against the cage
wall!

Justin Shack: TRY HARDER BITCH *ZZZZZAAAAAPPPP*!! GOD DAMMIT!!

0¿0: KAWWWWWW!

GP: Birdman grabs Shack! He lifts him high in the air! Northern Lights
Suplex to Shack!! THAT COLLAR JUST BROKE OFF! SHACKS NECK IS CHARD AND
BLEEDING! NASTY!

Mike Marchese: GOD DAMN IT! Damn birds. Why did they even put them on
this planet in the first place?! Oh yea. KFC! WOOO!

Justin Shack: Heh.. thank you you bastard! THATS ALL THE HELP I'LL BE
NEEDING TODAY!

0¿0: KAW?!

GP: SHACK KICKS 0¿0 IN THE GROIN! SHACK TAKES DOWN 0¿0 USING HIS LEGS!
AND HE CATCHES 0¿0 IN A ANKLE LOCK!

0¿0: KAAAAAAAAAAAA......KAAAAAAAAA......KAAAAAAAA.....KAAAAAAAAAA!!

Justin Shack: SUBMIT YOU IDIOT! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TOO! I'M TAKING WHAT
YOU GOT! THAT EXTREME TITLE IS MINE!

0¿0: KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYAAAAAA!!!!!

GP: 0¿0 frees himself from the ankle lock and ties up with Shack! Shack
throws 0¿0 into the cage wall! He keeps slamming 0¿0 up against that
cage wall! Stop that!

Shallow: 0¿0 head butts Shack and Shack stops bashing 0¿0 into the cage
to hold his head! Shack is really showing us that tonight marks the end
of the Midcard legend crap!

JT: Meanwhile, Marchese is trying to get Jax Stone to get up on the
other side of the cage!


Mike Marchese: JAX JAX! HE'S OUR MAN! IF HE CAN'T DO IT, THEN WE'LL
LAUGH AT HIM!

Jax Stone *trying to get up*: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh..

Mike Marchese: God damn it you pussy! GET UP! GET THE FUCK UP! DON'T
PULL THAT "UHHHHH I'M HALF DEAD" SHIT WITH ME! I TOLD YOU THAT YOU
SHOULD HAVE WENT WITH A HEADLESS CHICKEN!

Jax Stone *jumping back up*: YOU BASTARD! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!
AHHHHG!!

Mike Marchese: Not me! Get that Shack dude! He was the one that almost
killed you!

Jax Stone: Good point, but your getting it later on!


Shallow: Jax Stone is back up after that horrendus explosion! Blood is
dripping all over the matt from Stones face! This is just too nasty!

JT: Jax charges Shack! CLOTHELINE TO SHACK! SHACK IS DOWN!

GP: Jax grabs that NASTY DEAD BODY OF VICTOR KELL! EWWWWW! HE HITS SHACK
WITH IT! AND IT JUST FALLS INTO PIECES! THIS IS GROSS! I THINK I'M GONNA
PUKE!

(Suddenly, a rumbling is heard..)

GP: What the hell is this?!

(BAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM!!!)

Shallow: HOLY SH*T! A EXPLOSION WENT OFF UNDER THE RING! THERES FIRE
UNDER THE RING! ITS LIKELY TO CATCH THE REST OF THE RING ON FIRE IN A
MINUTE! This must be one of those freaky things that happens during
certain points of the match!

GP: God! They better escape that cage pretty soon or there toast!

JT: Jax leaps on the cage wall and begins climbing!


Jax Stone: MARCHESE! GET YOUR ASS ON TOP OF THE CAGE AND BUST A HOLE IN
IT SO I CAN GET OUT!

Mike Marchese: Yes'm!


GP: Mike Marchese is climbing to the top of the cage! He is trying to
stomp a hole through the cage with his foot and it is showing much
success! The fire has caught to the ropes and the turnbuckles! Birdman
and Shack exchange sloppy punches at eachother, not even noticing that
the DAMN RING IS ON FIRE!

Shallow: And Marchese busted a large enough hole at the top of the cage
for Jax to escape! And Jax climbs through!

GP: Now there both waiting for there prey to climb on top of the cage!
And here comes the Birdman! He just knocked Justin Shack down with a
European Uppercut and is climbing the cage wall!

JT: Shack goes up after Birdman! But Birdman is nearing escape! And Jax
Stone pulls Birdman through the hole in the cage! Jax kicks Birdman to
the stomach! He lifts him up! YES!! HE'S GOING FOR A TRIPLE POWERBOMB!
JAX LIFTS UP BIRDMAN!! FIRST POWERBOMB.... SECOND POWERBOMB..... YES!!!

GP: NOOO! THE FINAL POWERBOMB!! AND BIRDMAN BUSTS THROUGH THE CAGE ROOF
AND FALLS BACK INTO THE BURNING RING!! HE CRASHES ON THE MATT SO HARD
THAT HE FALLS RIGHT THROUGH IT!!! DAMN IT!!! BIRDMAN IS DEAD!!! HE IS
FUCKING DEAD, I KNOW IT!!!

Shallow: LOOK AT THAT SON OF A BITCH JAX! HE'S DANCING ON THE TOP OF THE
CAGE! WAIT A MINUTE! HERE COMES SHACK THROUGH THE HOLE ON THE ROOF OF
THE CAGE! DAMMIT! NOW WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!?!

(BOOOOM!! BOOOOM!! BOOOOM!! BOOOOM!!)

GP: THE BIRDHOUSES JUST EXPLODED!!! FLAMING BIRDSEED BLINDS JAX!! AND HE
FLIES OFF THE TOP OF THAT CAGE!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HE CRASHES ONTO THE
SPANISH ANNOUNCERS TABLE BELOW!!! JAX COULD SUFFER A MAJOR INJURY!!!

JT: And now its Justin Shack and Marchese standing on top of the cage!
Shack looks at Marchese and smiles a sadistic smile! YES! PAY BACK FOR
THE SHOCK COLLAR!

Shallow: He charges Marchese! Spinning Wheel Kick to Marchese!!!
Marchese falls holding clutching his face... and Shacks face is red with
anger!!

JT: Shack lifts Marchese back up!! SHACKED 4 LIFE (Sitting Pedigree) TO
MIKE MARCHESE!!! AND SHACK SETS HIM UP FOR ANOTHER!!! AND YES, THATS 2
SHACKED 4 LIFES TO MARCHESE!!!

GP: DAMN IT SHACK, GET OFF THAT CAGE! ITS GONNA FALL APART!!!

Shallow: Silly Greg, IWO cages just don't fall apart.

(Suddenly, one of the cage walls is consumed with flames because of the
very flammable feathers connected to it! Then, the cage wall falls down
and lands onto the audience, hence, screaming is heard! And then the
rest of it collapts, and Shack falls with the rest of the falling cage,
same with Mike Marchese! The cage lays in rubble all over the place, and
pieces of cage lay all over the place!)

GP: JESUS CHIRST!!! CAGE ALL OVER!!! FLAMES ALL OVER THE ARENA!!! HELL
HAS LITERALLY BROKE LOSE!!!

(Doves begin swarming the arena! YES, FREAKING DOVES! But these aren't
peace Doves, there the deadly kind you see on all of those FOX specials!
People screaming, flames all over, cage laying all around, ring in
ruins... PURE CHAOS!)

GP: THIS HAS GOTTEN OUT OF CONTROL!!! THIS HAS GOT TO END NOW!!!!

JT: AND THE BIRDMAN IS CLIMBING OUT OF THE RUBBLE! HE IS ALL BURNT UP!!
AND HIS MASK IS OFF!!! WHO IS IT??!?!

Shallow: ITS KOKO B. WARE!!! HA!!! I TOLD YOU!! ITS THAT DAMN KOKO!!!

GP: GOD DAMN IT! I HAD $500 THAT IT WAS THE RAGING ONE! LOOKS LIKE I'LL
HAVE TO SELL MY KIDS INTO SEX SLAVERY AGAIN!

(Koko's face falls off!)

JT: OH GOSH!! HIS FACE JUST FELL OFF!! THIS IS NASTY!!!

Shallow: NO, HIS FACE DIDN'T FALL OFF! ITS JUST ANOTHER MASK YOU BUMBLE
F*CK!!

GP: OH GOD!!! UNDER THAT MASK, ITS JACK NIGHT!!! JACK NIGHT IS THE
BIRDMAN!! HE WAS THE BIRDMAN THE WHOLE TIME!!! I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T NO
DAMN KOKO B. WARE!!!

Shallow: DAMN! ITS THAT IDIOT! JACK GRABS A MIC!

Jack Night: *pant* Look at this.... *cough* LOOK AT THIS! FIRE AND
DESTRUCTION ALL OVER THE DAMN PLACE! I'm sorry I ruined a lot of peoples
hopes of me being someone like Mad Max or Titan. You know what, TAKE
THAT BACK. I'M TIRED OF PEOPLE ALWAYS UNDER RATING ME! I'M TIRED OF
BOOKERS ALWAYS THROWING ME ON THE LOW CARD! FOR NOW ON.... YOU WILL KNOW
ME AS Marvin "The Birdman" Gardens!! NO MORE JACK NIGHT BULLSHIT! NO MORE KISS MY CHARMS! NO MORE RUNNING AROUND IN BIRD COSTUMES! I'M GONNA TAKE EXTREME... TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL!!! AND NOW I AM GONNA LIVE OUT *MY* DREAM! DEFENDING AT ICE AGE!!!

GP: HE COULDN'T GET THE JOB DONE AS JACK NIGHT, SO HE'S TURNING INTO
Marvin "The Birdman" Gardens?!

Shallow: I guess. He's running over to Jax Stone lying in the rubble of the Spanish announcers tables! HE PINS! 1.....2.....3!!! NO!!! Shack is up and breaks the count! Gardens god what a fucked up name....gets up and goes right to work on Shack...The fans are going nuts as Gardens beats Shack all the way over to the Russian Announcers table! He puts Shack on it as Stone gets up. Gardens sets Shack up on the table as he is about to end it all.

GP: NO!!! Stone nails Gardens in the back of the head with a chair..And now he get on the table and sets Shack up.....He looks around and NO!!! SHACK gets out...DDT THOUGH THE TABLE!!! STONE IS OUT! SHACK PINS!! 1..........
...............
........2
........................
......
.................3!!!!!!!!!!

JT: SHACK WINS!!!

Meygon: The winner of this match... AND NEW EXTREME CHAMPION....
JUSTIN SHACK!!!!

Marvin "The Birdman" Gardens: BITCH!!!

[Gardens drops the mic and runs over to Meygon and pushes her into a mass of Drunken horrny fat men!]

Jack: I WIN!!!

GP: God damn it! This arena was nearly torn apart in this match! We need
to quick take a break to clean this mess up! We'll show you a promo for
the Number One Contendership match since we need to clean this mess up!

*CUTS TO #1 CONTENDERSHIP PROMO*

Number One Contendership Match
Crucifix Style
The Finale to a War...
Sam Potright vs. Syphon Fission

GP:Boy oh boy, these two have been treating us with match after match of beauty, and now, they are going to battle it out on Pay Per View, for a FOURTH TIME TODAY, inside the boundaries of a Crucifix Match.

JT:What the hell is a crucifix match Greg? I've never heard of something like that.

Shallow:Give me a second...

(We hear a couple of beeps, and then a distant ringing sound.)

Shallow:Yeah... Johnny. Yeah, it's Shallow. Listen, we're here at Ice Age... What do you mean I didn't ask if you wanted to come. Johnny, we'll talk about this later, see, we need to find the rules to a "Crucifix Match." You got some sort of source nearby?... What do you mean Mickey's out on Vacation, I need to know this right now! I'm on Pay Per View for god's sake!... Call up Jimmy... I don't care if he's Fuckin' his wife, give me Jimmy on the phone now!

GP:Uhhh... Shallow?

Shallow:Hold on a second...(Shallow cups the phone.) What the hell do you want Parker?

GP:Maybe Meygon will have the rules to this match?

Shallow:Oh yeah... Hey Johnny, don't worry about it now, we got it covered. Take care man.

(Shallow hangs up the phone as JT hangs his head.)

JT:Dear god.

Shallow:What... You wanna go Trojan-Man?

Meygon:This next match, is for the number one contendership to the World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first, one third of Team CGI, one of the famous team tag teams that have dominated the IWO's tag team division for damn near 9 months. He hails from Seattle, Washington, the rain capital of the world. He currently weighs in at 265 pounds, and is the master of the Death Plunge, please welcome the man who won the Major Push tournament but has recieved nothing as of yet... SYPHON FISSION!!!

("Paper Cut" by Linkin Park hits the pa system as out from the back walks Syphon Fission, Ampathy by his side. They make their way to the ring, as he slides in. Slowly, "Paper Cut" fades out as "Closer" by Faster Grace hits the pa system.)

Meygon:And his opponent, a proud member of team FWF, and a man that is quickly becoming an Extreme legend here in the ranks of the IWO. He is a former 3 time winner of that Extreme championship, and one of the most violent and destructive men of all time. A schitzophrenic in his own right, he hails from Salem, Massechuttes, and weighs in tonight at a mear 207 pounds. He is accompanied by his wife Beth.... here is SAM POTRIGHT!

(Potright slowly makes his way out from the back, sadistic look in his eye. He's wheeling a brown wooden cross in a wheelbarrow.)

GP:Jesus! Look at the size of that thing!

JT:You'd get put over God's knee if he was still here.

Shallow:I can't believe you two. Condoning the death of God on IWO television! And then for mocking him by saying his son! Greg, I can't believe how satanistic you are.

GP:Get a life Shallow...

*Ding, ding, ding*

GP:Fission's not waiting for Potright to get to the ring! Fission and Potright have been at each other's throats all night, and here they go again! Fission slams Potright's head into that wheelbarrow, and now Potright's dazed. Fission grabs the wheelbarrow, and throws it into Potright's legs, causing him to land on top of that cross!

JT:He just took out Potright's legs!

Shallow:Fission isn't done, he grabs that wheelbarrow, Potright still inside, and he's wheeling Potright around on the top of the ramp!

(We see Fission toss the wheelbarrow toward the edge of the platform, fifteen feet up, as Potright jumps out at the last second, catching himself on the IWO-tron.)

GP:Dear god! Potright just saved himself from falling fifteen feet off of that risen platform, and he's hanging on the IWO tron by his life!

JT:That's IWO-Tron Greg... you mispelled it...

GP:Shut UP JT!

Shallow:Fission is following Potright! Fission is trying to rip Potright down off the tron, but Potright continually is kicking Fission!

(We see Potright kick out his legs, as he lands on Fission's shoulders. Potright flicks Fission, as they both go flying off the edge, Potright in a hudaconrada fashion. They tumble down and crash through a table.)

GP: ........

Shallow: ..........

Fans:I-W-O! I-W-O!

JT: HOT DAMN! Did you see that!?!?

GP:Potright just caught Fission, swinging off the IWO-Tron, hudaconrada fashion, sending them both down fifteen feet and through a table! I don't think either man is going to get up from that!

(We hear some beeps and some noises.)

Shallow:Yeah, it's Shallow. Would you mind GETTIN' SOME GOD DAMN MEDICAL CREW DOWN THERE TO HELP THEM TWO!?!

(Another click, most likely a hanging up of a phone.)

JT:And you called Greg satanistic... FORSHAME!

Shallow:Oh don't tempt me Trojan Man.

JT:You're all talk, I got in the ring with the Extreme Champion don't you know.

Shallow:Yeah, and he made you wet your fuckin' pants.

JT:They were clean Shallow! That's it! Let me at him!

(The camera pans over to the announce position as we see JT lounging at Shallow. Parker is the medium, trying to calm him down. The camera cuts over to the scene of both Potright and Fission down, as Beth is over Potright, trying to console him. Ampathy is there, visably upset. A paramedic comes over to Beth, as he ushers her away.)

Paramedic:Please ma'am, stay back.

(Two paramedics begin to lock Potright in a neck brace, as another two begin to do the same to Fission. Potright's eyes light up in a blaze of anger, as he tries to get out of the paramedic's grasp. He succeedes, and finds himself on top of Fission, hammering away at him with what strength is still in his body.)

GP:This is unbelievable! Potright and Fission are actually fighting with one another, and the paramedics are trying to stop it!

(We see a paramedica pull Potright off of Fission, as Fission gets to his feet, and tackles Potright down to the ground. Fission starts hammering away at Potright as well.)

GP:FIST OF FURY FROM FISSION! FISSION IS A RECKLOOSE!

JT:Fission is just pounding Potright's skull into the concrete repeatedly! Just Pounding his head!

Shallow:But Potright racks the eyes of Fission, as Fission falls to his side. He gets up, visually impaired, as Potright grabs him from behind. Potright knocks him down with a huge inverted DDT, sending Fission realing.

GP:Potright is getting up to his feet, trying to wobbly stand. He falls over and hooks the curtain, trying to regain himself. Fission is getting to his feet, holding his head. Potright charges and nails Fission with a huge twisting neckbreaker.

(We see the paramedics leave, as Beth comes charging over to Sam.)

Beth:Sam! Please!

Sam:Beth... we've been through this...

(Fission comes up and low blows Potright down to his knees. Potright clutches his genitals, definitly in pain.)

GP:Fission with a huge low blow! Wait, Fission is hookin Potright's legs, and he's wrenching Potright's neck back! It's almost as if it's a half mexican surfboard with the neck being pulled back... and now Fission hooks the neck under his arm! Potright must be in immense pain, but tapping out means nothing. The only thing that matters is that cross!

Shallow:Beth is pleading with Syphon Fission to let Sam go, right to his face, she's pleading, begging! That's not going to do anything, Fission and Potright have built up an immense hatred for one another.

GP:Fission isn't letting Potright out, but BETH JUST SLAPPED THE TASTE OUT OF FISSION! Fission releases the hold, and tries to take the taste back in.

(Greg laughs at his own joke.)

Shallow:Fission is backing Beth into the corner of the rampway! Fission is going to make Beth pay!

JT:NO! Potright just caught Fission in the back of the head with a piece of the destroyed table! It cracked straight in half over the back of Syphon Fission!!!

(Fission slumps down, as Potright rolls the cradle, and hooks Fission for a pin. Potright lets go, and then grabs the cross.)

GP:What the hell is he going to do with that cross now!

JT:IT'S NOT A CROSS! IT'S A SYMBOL!

(Parker and Shallow just stare out in amazement.)

JT:I heard it in one of those Scoop mockings of a match between the Undertaker and Mankind!

GP:Potright is perching that cross up, leaning it against the rampway. Potright picks Fission up off the mat, and tosses him in, back first. Potright is trying to hook Fission into that cross!

Shallow:NO! Fission is firing back with his free hand, sending Potright back. Fission clotheslines the hell out of Potright!

JT:Syphon picks up Potright, and sends him flying into the huge electrical equipment. Potright hits face first, bouncing off, as Syphon kicks Potright low!

Shallow:Payback I see.

GP:Fission grabs Potright... He's going for the death plunge! NO!

JT: Potright counters with a backdrop! But Fission holds on! He's trying to roll up Potright, even though it doesn't mean a damn right now considering the fact that this match has no pinfalls!

GP: Potright rolls out of it easily and catches the seated Fission with a STIFF front dropkick to the face!

JT: Potright rolls to the outside, but Fission's already back up and he spins Potright around! Kick in the gut! Front facelock! Snap suplex by Fission on the floor!

Shallow: Fission gets up and grabs a chair! He waits for Potright to get back up!

*SMACK!*

JT: Well, that certainly echoed throughout the arena!

GP: Fission drops the dented chair and throws Potright back in!

JT: Fission's back in, himself! He picks up Potright! DDT!

Shallow: Potright's in trouble, as Fission picks him back up! Fission sends him off the ropes, but Fission takes a flying headscissors from Potright and slides out of the ring!

JT: Potright grabs Fission and whips him into the backstage!

GP: Fission is being taken back to the entryway! Our cameras are following them!

JT: Potright rams Fission into the wall! Potright tries it again, but Fission blocks! Fission with an elbow to Potright's gut! Now Fission slams Potright into the wall, himself!

Shallow: Potright falls back, trying to get his balance back. Fission grabs Potright from behind, and tosses him, forcing him to do a front flip, and lands on huge pipes!

JT: These two are just hammering each other right now! I'm surprised there isn't some damn blood yet!

GP: It's still early JT...

JT: Ah, good!

Shallow:Fission picks Potright up from the mess of pipes, and nails Potright with a huge DDT! But Fission may have hurt his back as well, because he had to drive Potright using momentum that would hurt his back.

JT:Both men are down, and they aren't bleading yet damnit!

GP:Calm down JT.

JT:BLOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!

GP:What the hell is going on! Potright and Fission have battled back to the damn ring, and... is that the steel cage falling back down from the rafters?!?!

(The camera cuts to the back, where we see Evan Levine working the controls, bringing down the steel cage.)

GP:What the hell is Evan doing?

JT:He's lowering the steel cage you freakin' moron, what the hell does it look like!

GP:But why?

Shallow:Fission has a chair, and he's charging towards Potright! Potright ducks down and hits a Drop Toe! Fission's face SMACKS the steel!

GP:Potright is back up, and he's working back on the legs. He just grabs Fission's left knee and slamed it into that steel chair! Fission screams out in pain!

Shallow:What the hell is Potright doing?

(The camera sees Potright up on the turnbuckle, and he's reaching up for the cage.)

JT:I don't know, but I think we're going to find out...

(Potright suddently leaps onto the falling cage, and clutches the side as if he was a human fly on a wall.)

GP:NO! He can't!

JT:Potright's climbing up that risen cage! He must be fifteen feet about the canvas! Dear god! Dear god!

GP:Potright just moonsaulted off the top of that damn cage! God damn! God damn!

Shallow:You and you're satanistic crap...

JT:Potright has Fission, and he's going for War Within a Breath! NO! Fission backs out of it, and catchs Potright... DEATH PLUNGE! DEATH PLUNGE!!!

GP:POTRIGHT'S OUT! POTRIGHT'S OUT!!!

JT:The cage is down, Potright is being picked up off the canvas, as Fission throws him into that cage! Dear god! look at Fission! He's tying up Sam Potright on that cage! What in the hell is going on!?!

GP:Fission... HE JUST TIED POTRIGHT IN A CRUCIFIX POSITION!

*Ding, ding, ding*

Meygon:You're winner, and NUMBER ONE CONTENDER... SYPHON FISSION!!!

JT:NOOOO!!

GP:Wait! Look in the back! Evan Levine is throwing a hissy fit! It's Joey Malone! Malone out of nowhere, he just sent Levine scattering! Malone! He's back!

JT:NO!!!!

Shallow:Malone is working those controls... OH MY GOD! MALONE IS SENDING THAT CAGE BACK UP INTO THE RAFTERS! OH MY GOD!

JT:And you think Greg's satan...

GP:Syphon Fission, he's mocking Potright in a crucifix pose! Oh My god!

JT:How in the hell is Potright going to get down now! This isn't good for team FWF! This is a travesty! A damn travesty I tells ya!

GP:I can't believe it!

JT:He's not hanging on the official board! This match isn't over! Rering that damn bell Meygon before I fuck you like only Titan could!

(Meygon gets JT a wink after the comment. JT, gets ancy and tries to leap over the announce table, but Greg pulls him down.)

GP:Down boy, we're got to clear up this mess, and I know the next match is going to be just as good.

(Billy Ray is standing backstage in his locker room.)

GP: Hey look it is Billy Ray.

JT: Nobody cares about that guy.

Shallow: Why is he even on the Ice Age card again?

JT: Why is the camera on Billy Ray anyway he is just sitting there?

GP: Beats me...

(All of a sudden a man walks up from behind Billy Ray and breaks a full whiskey bottle over his head.)

GP: What the hell?

JT: I wonder who did that?

Shallow: Now that is funny.

GP: Whoever is doing that is giving Billy one hell of an ass kicking.

(The guy in the dark is on top of Billy hitting him with rights and lefts.)

JT: Who could it be?

Shallow: Its Ash Robinson!

(About the same time he says that Ash throws Billy into the lockers and you see Ash's face.)

GP: Why is Ash doing this?

Shallow: Billy deserves this. He attacked Ash not to long ago you know.

JT: Ash did say he would get Billy back and for him to watch out.

GP: NOW ASH HAS A CHAIR!

JT: He just leveled Billy Ray.

Shallow: Billy just took an ass kicking.

GP: Ash has now got his revenge. I wonder what Billy is going to do now?

(Scene goes back to the ring.)

GP : Our next match at this spectacular PPV is a three-way dance for the
North American title, featuring the current champ, Spaz, LiGiL, and High
Flyer, who currently possesses the belt.

JT : You just said that Spaz had the belt, you stupid stupidface.

Shallow : No, he said that Spaz is the champion, but Flyer has the belt.
Spaz's brother Raz gave it to Flyer recently.

JT : Yeah … well …

(JT sticks his tongue out at Shallow.)

Shallow : You're so immature.

JT : I know you're a slut, but can I do you?

Shallow : …That made absolutely no sense, but you'll still get smacked.

SMACK!

GP : Children, children, settle down. It's time for the contestants to come
out. Meygon's in the ring with the mic, and man, is she looking good
tonight. I'd like to climb into that ring and get all up in that coochie. Oh
yeahhhh-

Shallow : Greg!

GP : Oh, sorry. I mean, er, let's go to Meygon for the introductions.

Meygon : Introducing first, hailing from Detroit, Michigan, standing at
6'4", and weighing 254 lbs, LiGiLLLLLL!

('Suffocate' by Finger Eleven plays as LiGiL makes his way to the ring.
LiGiL slides in and looks prepared and stuff.)

Meygon : Next, from Bethlehem, PA, standing at an even 6 feet, and weighing
in at 204 lbs … the only IWO wrestler to have won all eight IWO titles …
High Flyerrrrrrrrrrrrr!

(High Flyer runs down to the ring with the NA title. He immediately drops it
on the outside and slides in, immediately tackling LiGiL and proceeding to
pound him rather profusely with fists of fury.)

GP : Oh, this match is already getting started! Hot damn! Flyer's a house of
fire! House of fire! House of fire!

JT : Greg, the match hasn't even started yet. Please at least wait until the
bell's rung before spazzing out.

GP : Well, what do you expect me to do? There are people … in the ring! And
they're fighting!

JT : …Yes, Greg.

Meygon : And last, from Lexington, Kentucky, standing at 6'0", and weighing
225 lbs, the current North American champion … Spaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzz!

(Spaz runs down to the ring like Flyer and joins in the brawl.)

Shallow : And it looks like both men are immediately attacking LiGiL, who has
shown next to no offense against Flyer. Both men are stomping him, and now
they lift him up and send him into the ropes. As LiGiL comes back Spaz and
Flyer lock hands and nail him with a vicious double clothesline!

GP : But look at that! Before Flyer could let go of his hand, Spaz just
pulled Flyer into a short-arm clothesline! LiGiL's now making his way to his
feet, but Spaz quickly grabs him by his head and nails him with a jumping
DDT. LiGiL's out of it!

JT : Spaz just turned around into a dropkick to the teeth from High Flyer!
Hey, this match is pretty non-sucktacular so far.

Shallow : Non-sucktackular? You are such a moron.

JT : You know you want me.

Shallow : Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean- hey, wait, I mean, ew!

JT : What?! You want me?

Shallow : Erm … uh … well, the thing about that is…

SMACK!

JT : Heyyy, what was that for?

GP : Would you two shut the hell up and let me call the damn match?

JT/Shallow : Sorry, Greg.

GP : That's better. While you were talking Flyer picked up Spaz and threw
him into the turnbuckle, where he followed him and climbed to the second
rope to start punching him.

JT : Why is it that nothing interesting happens while Shallow and I are
arguing?

GP : What are you talking about? There was whipping … and punching! What
more could you want?

JT : Blood?

GP : Well, I think this match is great. Flyer just leaped off Spaz and
turned around to be tackled by LiGiL. The two are rolling around now, and
Flyer just got the advantage over LiGiL. He's beating him like an inebriated
drunk beats a red-headed, retard stepchild!

Shallow : …I don't think that was very politically correct.

GP : Oh, who cares? Spaz just walked up and kicked Flyer right in the teeth,
knocking him off LiGiL. Now Spaz picks up the Team FWF member and tosses him
out of the ring.

Shallow : He turns around and stoops to pick up Flyer, but is met with a low
blow!

JT : How come the fans cheer that, but they booed when Evan won the World
title fair and square?

GP : Because it wasn't fair and square! Desiree Goldman distracted the
referee and Flyer accidentally hit Jay with a bat!

JT : …Oh yeah.

Shallow : Flyer whips Spaz into the ropes and meets him with a monkey flip on
the way back. Now Flyer continues through with the monkey flip and rolls to
his feet standing right above Spaz. He now sits down very quickly with a
snap legdrop!

GP : What speed by Flyer! What agility! What endurance!

Shallow : What a package.

GP : Shallow! He's a married man … I think. I at least know he's a
father-to-be.

JT : LiGiL is getting back into the ring now with a chair. Way to go, LiGiL!
Show them why Team FWF is number one!

GP : Because they have to cheat to win matches?

JT : Uh … you're mean!

Shallow : Idiot. Flyer notices LiGiL and nails him with a superkick, sending
that chair right into LiGiL's face! Now the referee disposes of the chair.

GP : Spaz is now back to his feet, though a bit wobbly. Flyer runs at Spaz,
but Spaz dodges and sends Flyer chest first into the turnbuckle. Flyer
staggers back and is rolled up in a schoolboy!

1 … 2 … Kickout!

Shallow : That was barely a two count, as Flyer, as well as Spaz, is still
full of energy. LiGiL, on the other hand, is pretty much out of it.

JT : Awww.

GP : Spaz and Flyer are both up now, and are exchanging lefts and rights!
We've got ourselves a barnburner of a fistfight here!

Shallow : Spaz, being the slightly bigger man, is getting the advantage. He
goes for the big right hand, but Flyer ducks and catches him in a side
headlock! He's going for the Cold Snow (Side Embrace DDT)!

GP : But Spaz shoves him off. Flyer turns around to be felled with an
uppercut! LiGiL is finally making his way to his feet, using the ropes for
support. Spaz runs and clotheslines him over the top rope, sending LiGiL to
the outside. I think he wants to keep this match between him and Flyer.

JT : That's stupid. Knowing how much Flyer and LiGiL hate each other, he
should stand back and let them go at each other, and strike when they're
worn down.

Shallow : JT, I'm surprised. That was actually an intelligent, insightful
comment.

JT : So you'll have sex with me?

Shallow : Ew, no.

JT : Damn.

GP : Spaz is taunting LiGiL, who's lying on the outside. That may be a
mistake, since Flyer is sneaking up behind him, and oh! Flyer locks in a
sleeper on Spaz!

Shallow : Spaz is fighting it, and he starts to elbow Flyer before he can
really get it cinched in good. After three elbows Flyer lets go, and Spaz
hits the ropes. But as he comes back Flyer takes him down with a drop toe
hold!

GP : Flyer immediately goes to Spaz's neck and locks in another sleeper! I
think he wants to wear Spaz down with submission moves.

JT : Ya think, Greg?

GP : Shut up.

Shallow : Spaz is moving around a bit, but his movements are slowly slowing
down. Just as the ref is about to start raising his arm, LiGiL reaches in
the ring and pulls Flyer off Spaz. He just decked the Snow Man with a hard
right on the outside! Now he sends Flyer crashing into the steel ring steps!

GP : And now LiGiL is picking up a chair and walking over to Flyer … but
Flyer picks up the top half of those ring steps and throws them into the
chair, sending that into LiGiL's face! And LiGiL is once again out of the
action. Flyer slides into the ring to be met by boots to the head by Spaz.
Spaz picks up Flyer and sends him into the turnbuckle. He follows and hits
Flyer with a few hard chops to the chest, each one sending Flyer reeling.

Fans : WHOOO! WHOOO! WHOOO!

JT : Damn fans, acting like Ric Flair. Spaz is picking up Flyer now and
setting him on top of the turnbuckle. He climbs up after it and looks to be
going for the Spaz-Out (Top Rope DDT). And he nails it! The cover by Spaz!

1 … 2 … Near kickout!

GP : Doesn't get much closer than that. Spaz looks frustrated, and is
picking up Flyer now and looking for a move to put him away. He lifts him up
and looks like he's gonna drop him in a brainbuster, but Flyer slips through
and falls behind Spaz. And as he falls he nails Spaz with a dropkick to the
back of the head!

Shallow : Nice mid-air maneuverability by Flyer.

JT : Hey Shallow, wanna see something of mine that has nice maneuverability?

Shallow : No!

SLAP!

JT : I was talking about my car!

Shallow : Oh … well, still no.

JT : :(

GP : LiGiL is finally rolling into the ring. Flyer sees this and performs a
sliding dropkick into LiGiL's head. Man, that guy just can't seem to get
going this match.

JT : :(

Shallow : Flyer is now pounding on LiGiL like a madman. He lifts him up, but
immediately drops him with a snap suplex!

JT : :(

Shallow : Stop doing that!

JT : Fine!

GP : Flyer's so concentrated on LiGiL, though, that he doesn't even notice
Spaz sneaking up behind him. Spaz is waiting for Flyer to turn around … he
does so, and Spaz catches him in the Spazm (Sky High)!

1 … 2 … Rope break!

Shallow : Flyer was pretty lucky to be so close to the rope right there. I'm
not sure if he could have kicked out of that one. Spaz picks Flyer up and
whips him to the ropes, but Flyer reverses it and kicks Spaz in the gut as
he comes back. He crosses Spaz's arms and hooks them under his armpits. Now
he grabs Spaz by the leg and pulls him into the Hypothermia (Morning Star
Suplex)!

1 … 2 … Knockoff!

GP : LiGiL just barely broke up that fall. He's pounding on Flyer. He picks
him up and sends him into the turnbuckle. Now he sets Flyer on top and
climbs to the middle rope.

JT : Haha, I told you LiGiL was smart! He's waited this whole match for his
opportunity and now he's going for it. He sets Flyer up in the Palindrome
(Top Rope DVD). Wait, oh no! Flyer's wiggling and he just escaped LiGiL's
shoulders!

Shallow : Now he grabs LiGiL's head and hits the Cold Snow (Side Embrace DDT)
off the top rope!

GP : Flyer's a little slow to make the cover, but after several seconds he
rolls and drapes his arm over LiGiL's limp body.

1 … 2 … Knockoff!

GP : Ooh, if Spaz had made the save a split-second too late, it would've
been too late!

Shallow : Spaz is now looking to finish this. He's got Flyer in a powerbomb
position, and he lifts him up. NO Flyer roles Spaz up...1....2...NO!! Spaz roles it around and gets to his feet...POWER BOMB!!!! AND ANOTHER ONE!!! AND ANOTHER ONE!!! PIN!!!

GP:1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shallow: 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JT: 4?!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GP/Shallow: 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JT: I knew that!

Meygon: Here is your winner!!!! AND STILL IWO NORTH AMERICAN CHAMP!!! SPAZ!

JT: YAY!

{Cuts to Mainevent Promo}

GP: And here we are…MAIN EVENT TIME! THE BIGGEST SHOW ON EARTH'S FINAL
MATCH…THE LONG ANTICIPATED GLADIATOR TITLE MATCH!

JT: But who are the four veterans they must fend off?

Shallow: Nobody knows except for the four veterans.

GP: This is explosive!

(Sober by Tool blares over the speakers. The fans go ballistic. Phelen comes
from the back where the same exact attire he wore when he won his first IWO
World Title, at Beach Party 99. His face is painted, and he makes his way
slowly to the ring. Harlequin does not accompany him to the ring. )

Ring Announcer: From Chicago Illinois…weighing in at two hundred seventy
pounds…standing at six feet and 2 inches…he is a Legend in his own right…the
only man to hold the IWO World Title four times…HE IS…PHELEN KELL!!!!

Shallow: The fans love this guy! He has a chance to win the IWO World Title
for an unprecedented fifth time!

JT: So what…Levine can beat him!

GP: Kell is in the ring now…waiting for the IWO World Champion…

(Suddenly, "I Am Your Boogie Man" by White Zombie plays over the speakers.
Evan Levine comes from the back with the IWO World Title around his waist. He
looks to the crowd as the boo him. He walks slowly to the ring. )

Ring Announcer: From Philadelphia Pennsylvania…weighing in at two hundred
forty nine pounds…standing at six feet four inches…he is the Real Heel…the
reigning IWO World Champion…HE IS…EVAN LEVINE!!!!

(The fans boo him as his name is announced. He gets in the ring. Kell and
Levine stand in the middle of the ring, staring each other down. )

GP: And here we go!

Shallow: But what about the…

(Come As You Are by Nirvana begins to blare over the speakers as Zombie runs
from the back.)

JT: HOLY SHIT! ITS ZOMBIE!

GP: ZOMBIE IN THE RING NOW! HE IS ONE OF THE LEGENDS! HE JUMPS KELL!
LEVINE IS BACKING OFF!

(Take The Power Back by Rage Against The Machine blares over the speakers as
?¿? charges from the back.)

Shallow: THE MYSTERIOUS ONE IS IN THE RING! HE CHARGES LEVINE! LEVINE IS
KNOCKED DOWN!

JT: COME ON ?¿?…DON'T SCREW OVER LEVINE!

(Alright (Oh Yeah) by Local H blares over the speakers, as Dane Wilt comes
from the back.)

GP: ITS DANE WILT! PHELEN KELL'S RIVAL! THE MAN THAT BEAT HIM AT ICE AGE 2
A YEAR AGO! HE'S IN THE RING!

Shallow: WHAT'S HE GONNA DO?

JT: Side with Levine, Wilt…he was part of the Billion Dollar Promotion.

GP: Wilt is standing there…waiting for ?¿? or Zombie to get off there man.

JT: We are still short on one legend…

Shallow: Zombie picks up Kell…Zombie has Kell's his hands behind his
back…WILT SETS UP…FACE LIFT ON PHELEN KELL! KELL IS DOWN!

GP: ?¿? has Levine pinned on the ground…he is just punching him. Levine is
trying to push him off…but he is not moving!

JT: DAMN THAT ?¿?!!! HE IS A BASTARD!

Shallow: Zombie and Wilt high five each other and go back to work on Kell…

JT: The Mysterious One picks up Evan…he scoop slams him…he tells Zombie to
get on the top turnbuckle…Zombie goes…Zombie sets up…LEG DROP ON EVAN LEVINE!
FROM THE TOP ROPE!

GP: Dane Wilt is barking orders…he is telling ?¿? and Zombie to take Kell to
the outside and beat on him...HE WANTS LEVINE TO HIMSELF!

Shallow: Levine is getting up…he is too fresh to have that leg drop hurt him
now. Dane telling Levine to come on over.

JT: He is asking for a microphone…

(Some ring tech throws a microphone in the ring.)

Wilt: Now Evan…we used to be buds in the Billion Dollar Promotion…right?

(Evan shakes his head yes.)

Wilt: And we always there to help each other…right?

(Evan shakes his head yes.)

Wilt: So…since this is your special night…I am going to give you a gift!

(Evan smiles.)

Wilt: Now close your eyes…so I deliver it to you…

JT: HE IS GOING TO KICK THE CRAP OUT OF KELL AND MAKE IT SO EVAN WINS!
HAHAHAHA! GREAT!

GP: Evan closes his eyes…FACE LIFT TO EVAN LEVINE!!! THE FANS GO FREAKING
NUTS!!! DANE IS TALKING AGAIN!

Wilt: Thanks for the help at last years Ice Age…you little f*ck!

Shallow: Evan is in trouble now!

JT: NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! DANE SOLD OUT TO THE FANS!

GP: Oh my god…Levine is dead meat! Dane is a Hall Of Famer who made a career
out of giving Kell serial ass kickings. And Levine is unable to beat Kell
himself.

Shallow: Dane picks up Levine…ANOTHER FACE LIFT! LEVINE IS IN A HEAP AGAIN!


GP: Dane has the microphone in hand…he slams it against Evan's head
repeatedly.

JT: THIS IS HORRIBLE! I CAN'T WATCH!

(JT hides his head way from the ass kicking Dane Wilt is giving Evan Levine.)

Shallow: Look…Zombie is sitting in a steel chair, with a pad of paper and a
pen. ?¿? lifts up Kell…he slams him against the steel stairs.

(Zombie writes a 4 on a piece of paper and lifts it in the sky.)

GP: What the hell! Zombie is rating the moves ?¿? is doing on Phelen! ?¿?
just nods his head at the low rating.

JT: Evan is beating on Dane…Evan is beating on Dane…Evan is beating on Dane…

Shallow: Dane threw the microphone away. He has Levine up…Facebuster on
Evan. Dane picks him up again…Evan's eyes are open…FACE LIFT! THAT'S THREE
FACE LIFTS TO EVAN LEVINE!

GP: Levine is on the mat…Dane gives him a sharpshooter…look JT!

(JT looks up at the ring, seeing Dane with the sharpshooter locked on Evan
Levine.)

JT: Oh well…I better call the match…I want to be paid.

Shallow: Dane is sitting there…yelling at Levine! He wants a response from
the dead bastard!

GP: Look…?¿? is grading Zombie's ass kicking on Kell…Zombie starts hammering
him with rights and lefts…KELL GRABS ZOMBIE'S RIGHT HAND…HE BACK HANDS ZOMBIE!
ZOMBIE IS KNOCKED BACK! KELL PICKS HIM UP…STEEL RAIN!

JT: ?¿? is amused by this…Zombie is on the floor yelling. ?¿? charges at
Kell…clothesline. KELL GRABS THE ARM AND FALLS BACK! THE MYSTERIOUS ONE'S
HEAD HITS THE CONCRETE! DAMMIT!

GP: Dane has Levine in the corner now…he is stomping away at Levine.

Shallow: KELL IS IN THE RING! KELL IS IN THE RING WITH DANE WILT!

GP: They exchange glances. Kell goes to the corner that Dane is in. They
look at each other…what's going on…

Shallow: THEY BEGIN STOMPING EVAN TOGETHER! THEY LIFT HIM OUT OF THE
CORNER…DOUBLE CHOKESLAM! THE SECOND COMING OF HOSTILE YOUTH IS TOGETHER…EVEN
IF IT IS FOR A SHORT TIME!

JT: IT TAKES THE SECOND COMING OF HOSTILE YOUTH TO TAKE OUT EVAN LEVINE!
THAT IS A STATEMENT!

GP: Evan is out…Kell is going to high five his former friend…WILT HIT HIM
WITH A KNEE TO THE GUT! Kell is pissed…he charges…FACE LIFT! FACE LIFT!
THAT IS THE FIFTH FACE LIFT IN THIS MATCH! KELL IS DOWN…

Shallow: ?¿? and Zombie are back in the ring. They are looking both of the
downed men…Dane is resting…and Kell is trying to get up…

(Just then, the IWO-Tron begins to play something. IT'S DANE WILT HAVING SEX
WITH SUE KELL! KELL SEES THIS AND IS PISSED BEYOND BELIEF!)

GP: LOOK AT THE FACE OF PHELEN KELL! HE JUMPS RIGHT UP…ZOMBIE TRIES TO STOP
HIM…KELL KICKS HIM IN THE GUT…STUNNER! ZOMBIE IS GONE! ?¿? TRIES TO STOP
HIM…EVENFLOW DDT ON ?¿?!

Shallow: Kell jumps on Dane Wilt…he is maiming him! Kell is just bitch
slapping him! Kell picks him up…STEEL RAIN! STEEL RAIN! DANE IS GONE! KELL
KICKS HIM OUT OF THE RING!

JT: ?¿? is up. He charges with full force at Kell! The Mysterious One
clotheslines him…Kell does a summersault in the air!

GP: Levine is still down…he is not moving at all. ?¿? is going after Kell!
Kell is getting up…

Shallow: But the Mysterious One goes right back to work on Kell. He starts
to hammer him with chops to the chest. Kell is trying to fend them off…but
they are in too much of a flurry to block them all.

JT: Levine is trying to move…COME ON EVAN!!!

GP: Kell is hitting him ?¿? with some rights and lefts…and ?¿? is not
relenting! They are both just standing…hammering the shit out of each other
with punches!

Shallow: And Zombie looks at the down Evan Levine. He smiles…he picks him
up…kick to the gut…POWERBOMB! Jesus…these guys are going to be dead when this
thing goes one on one…

JT: NO! ZOMBIE…YOU STUPID BASTARD! Evan moves his shoulder…and is trying to
crawl away from the melee in the ring!

Shallow: ?¿? and Phelen Kell are still punching…Kell has the upper hand…he
throws the Mysterious One into the ring ropes…CROSS BODY BLOCK ON KELL! ?¿?
CAME OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THAT MOVE!

GP: Zombie picks up Levine…?¿? picks up Kell…They throw the two into each
other. This is just a game to the Hall Of Famers! ?¿? continues his assault
on Kell…

JT: The Mysterious One picks up Phelen Kell…MYSTERY DEATH DRIVER! KELL IS
OUT!

Shallow: And now Levine is up…?¿? grabs his arms…Zombie charging at Levine…he
goes for the clothesline on…WHAT! HE MISSES LEVINE AND CLOCKS ?¿?!

GP: LEVINE PICKS UP ?¿?…CONCEPTUAL PERFECTION! ?¿? IS OUT OF THIS MATCH! NOW
WE HAVE OURSELVES A MATCH!

JT: And then there was one…

Shallow: But it's a fresh Zombie! He has overpowered Titan! He can surely
overpower these two men…after all…their just rag dolls now.

JT: But Evan can stop him!

GP: Zombie looks at Levine…Levine charges in with a flying knee…and hits it!
Zombie is down! Evan picks him up and throws him into the ropes…he comes
back…ZOMBIE JUST TOOK HIS HEAD OFF WITH A CLOTHESLINE!

Shallow: Kell is up! He looks at Zombie…SPEAR TACKLE…WAIT…ZOMBIE FELL BACK!
ZOMBIE SPEAR DDT'ED HIM!

JT: Spear DDT?

Shallow: Yes…A SPEAR DDT!

GP: It's Zombie's turn to make the impact now…

JT: Zombie picks up Kell…he grabs him by the throat…

GP: Zombie goes over to Evan…he grabs him by the throat!

Shallow: He lifts both men high in the arm…MASSIVE CHOKESLAM! Zombie just
chokeslammed Evan Levine and Phelen Kell at the same damn time! Zombie is
getting off on this!

JT: NOT TO POOR EVAN!

GP: Zombie picks up the body of Kell…he throws him to the outside…

Shallow: He grabs Levine off the mat…he throws him outside the ring…Zombie is
showing off!

GP: Look…Kell is going over to Evan Levine…HE IS HELPING HIM UP! He and Evan
are talking…they hit the ring together!

JT: EVAN LEVINE AND PHELEN KELL EQUAL THE 3RD COMING OF HOSTILE YOUTH! YES!
THEY ARE UNBEATABLE!

Shallow: I would not go that far…after all…they want to fight each other.

JT: Your ruining it!

GP: Evan and Kell charge at Zombie…DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Kell and Levine are
laying the boots down on Zombie!

Shallow: Evan picks up Zombie…he throws him to the ropes…

JT: Levine picks him up…KELL JUMPS OUT OF THE CORNER! 3D!!! 3D!!! EVAN
LEVINE AND PHELEN KELL DUDLEY DEATH DROPPED ZOMBIE! AND ZOMBIE IS OUT OF
THIS! ITS GOING TO BE A SINGLES MATCH NOW!

GP: Levine is up…as is Kell. They stare at each other for a long time…they
are going to kill each other now!

Shallow: Hey…I thought there was supposed to be four veterans…not three.

JT: That person must have missed the flight here to…

(Just then, Master And Slave by Kiss blares on the speakers. The fans give
mixed reaction…not knowing what's going on. Kell's mouth drops to the
floor.)

JT: What the…

GP: I remember this from somewhere...

(The lights go out. In the ring, we hear sounds of fighting. Someone is
beating people up very badly. After about a minute of this, the lights come
back on slowly, showing mist all around.)

Shallow: Who is that in the ring…

(The mist clears.)

JT: HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GP: ITS KEN WAR!!! ITS FREAKING KEN WAR! HE IS BACK! HE'S STANDING IN THE
MIDDLE OF THE RING, LOOKING AT THE BODIES OF KELL AND LEVINE!

Shallow: Ken looks up to the camera. He smiles a sadistic smile…

JT: I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD!

GP: Who knows what's going on…

JT: It must be bad mushrooms! That's all…BAD MUSHROOMS! OR IT'S THE BAD
ACID!

GP & Shallow: …

JT: Okay…I'll shut up now…

Shallow: Ken War is getting the crowd going. They are yelling and
screaming!

GP: If Mad Max would have came out…he would have killed all these guys!

JT: Ken War is making his way out of the ring now. He keeps smiling.

Shallow: He is flipping off the ring…he is making a statement!

GP: Is he coming back?

JT: Who knows…he is coming back from the dead…

Shallow: I do not understand.

GP: In time…we might!

JT: He is walking to the back…like the other veterans did.

GP: AND KEN WAR JUST LEAVES! KEN WAR JUST LEFT! HE BEAT THE HELL OUT OF
LEVINE AND KELL AND LEAVES! HE IS THE LAST VETERAN TO EXIT! WE ARE ONE ON
ONE THE REST OF THE WAY!

JT: Levine and Kell are lying in the ring…exhausted.

Shallow: What I am surprised about is that neither man is bleeding. It's
kind of odd at this stage of the match after the beatings ?¿?, Zombie, Dane
Wilt, and Ken War unleashed on them.

JT: And both men are trying to get up. Levine is almost to his feet, but
falls over again. Kell is on one knee…and is trying to shake off the effects
of the battle.

GP: Levine is still trying to get up…and Kell is standing! KELL IS THE FIRST
MAN UP! THE FANS ARE GOING CRAZY!

JT: And now Levine is up! He has a wide-eyed expression on his face! Kell
charges at Levine!

Shallow: Levine strifes out of danger. He turns around...he is met with a
fury of judo chops by Phelen Kell. Levine's chest is red…and he is
grimacing.

GP: Levine grabs Kell and hits him in the stomach with his knee. Kell is
down again as Levine starts laying down the boots to Kell.

JT: Levine picks up Kell and throws him to the turnbuckle…he begins hammering
him with rights and lefts to Kell's ribs…Levine kicks him…Kell now sitting
down on the mat…

Shallow: Evan runs to the other corner…he starts charging…he drives his knee
right into Phelen's head!

JT: Levine picks up Kell…he lifts him on his shoulder…CONCEPTUAL PERFECTION!
CONCEPTUAL PERFECTION! CONCEPTUAL PERFECTION ON PHELEN KELL!!! LEVINE
COVERS!!!

One…

Two…

Thre…KICK OUT!

GP: KELL HAS A FOOT ON THE ROPES! KELL BROKE THE COUNT AND EVAN IS IN
SHOCK!

JT: THAT'S BULLSHIT! EVAN LEVINE BEAT KELL!

Shallow: Levine is in the face of the referee! He is telling him he beat
Kell! The ref is not budging…WAIT A MINUTE…ROLL OVER BY KELL TO LEVINE!

One…

Two…KICK OUT!

GP: And Levine breaks out of that. Kell is angry with himself. Kell gets up
and picks up Levine…piledriver.

JT: Come on Evan…I know you're exhausted…but you have to win! Kell picks up
Evan and sets him up for a Russian Leg Sweep…Kell gives Evan a Russian Leg
Sweep…Levine grabs his head. Dammit!

GP: And now Kell is leaving the ring…what's he doing? He is looking around
for something…

Shallow: Phelen is pulling a table from under the ring! He throws it in
there! He goes under the ring again and pulls out another table and throws it
in as well! Kell is making his way toward us now.

GP: He grabs a steel chair…he throws it in the ring. Kell now gets back
in…and Levine is up! Levine has the chair…HE CHARGES…BLAM! CHAIR SHOT ON
PHELEN KELL! KELL'S HEAD SNAPS BACK AND HITS THE MAT WITH EXTREME FORCE!
KELL GRABS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD…HIS NOSE IS BLEEDING! LEVINE THROWS THE CHAIR
DOWN!

JT: Levine sets up a table…he is putting Phelen on it…Levine is yelling at
the crowd…he is going toward the turnbuckle…he climbs it…he points at Kell…HE
DOES A LEG DROP OFF THE TOP ROPE…KELL MOVED! KELL MOVED! AND LEVINE GOES
THROUGH THE TABLE! HE GRABS HIS KNEE! LEVINE IS SCREAMING IN PAIN AS KELL IS
ON THE GROUND…GETTING UP!

Shallow: And Kell is picking up the chair that busted his nose…he walks
Levine…he starts beating him with the chair! Levine is on the ground and
taking those chair shots…PHELEN SLAMS THE CHAIR INTO LEVINE'S BAD KNEE!
LEVINE IS ON THE MAT IN AGONY!

JT: DAMMIT! Levine is screaming…and Kell is smiling sadistically…Kell throws
the chair down…he covers!

One…

Two…

Thre…KICK OUT!

Shallow: Levine gets the shoulder up! Kell is pissed with himself again!
Kell gets up and throws a fit…

JT: LOOK AT LEVINE! He is limping…but he manages to walk toward Kell…he
scoop slams him…he is fighting the pain…Kell on the mat…and Levine gives him a
elbow drop.

Shallow: Looks as if Levine is mounting some sort of comeback. He picks up
Phelen…he throws him to the ring ropes…KELL REVERSES…DDT! KELL DDT'S EVAN!
Kell sets up the other table…THE FANS GO NUTS FOR THIS! THEY START CHANTING
"TABLES"!

GP: Levine is put by the table…Kell goes to the outside…he goes under the
ring…he grabs a ladder! A LADDER! HE THROWS IT IN THE RING! HE SETS IT UP
BY THE TABLE!

Shallow: Kell is going to kill himself…or kill Levine!

JT: COME TO EVAN! COME ON EVAN! COME ON REAL HEEL! YOU'RE THE IWO WORLD
CHAMPION!

GP: Kell is lifting Levine up…Levine played possum! Evan pushes Kell
away…and climbs the ladder…Kell goes on the other side! They are both close
to the top…they are punching each other.

Shallow: Kell has the upper hand now…he almost knocked Levine off the
ladder…wait…LEVINE CLIMBS TO THE TOP RUNG OF THE LADDER…

JT: YES…WHAT…KELL JUST HIT HIM WITH A LOW BLOW! EVAN IS STAYING ON…BUT KELL
IS ON TOP NOW…HE SETS HIM UP IN A TORTURE RACK POSITION…

GP: NO KELL! YOU WILL KILL YOURSELF!

Shallow: Oh no…

JT: NO!!!

GP: KELL HAS THE SMILE ON HIS FACE AGAIN…STEEL RAIN!!! STEEL RAIN!!! STEEL
FUCKING RAIN FROM THE TOP OF A FIFTEEN-FOOT LADDER TO A TABLE BELOW!

Shallow: Nobody is moving! Kell is on a heap! Evan Levine is twisted in an
ugly position!

JT: NO!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!

Shallow: Kell just ended the match! He has this thing won now…but he is not
moving! Levine is not able move…this could end in a stalemate folks. We need
the medics!

GP: Wait…Kell's arm moved! He is looking toward us from his prone position
on the mat. His face paint is chipping away. His nose and mouth are bleeding
badly.

JT: And Levine is coughing up blood! Come on Evan…dig down deep and kill
Phelen Kell! This is your night!

Shallow: And look at the ref…he does not know what to do!

GP: He is starting to count…oh no…this thing will end in a draw!

1…2…3…

JT: STAY DOWN EVAN AND PHELEN! THAT WAY…THE FWF WINS! EVAN WILL RETAIN!
YES!

4…5…6…7…

GP: Kell is moving…he is forcing himself up!

JT: But so is Evan! He is on one knee!

8…9…

Shallow: BOTH EVAN AND KELL ARE UP…WOBBLY AS HELL…BUT THEY ARE UP! AND THEY
CHARGE AT EACH OTHER! LEVINE HITS HIM WITH A JUMPING KNEE!

GP: Kell knocked back a few steps. Evan hits him with an elbow. He then
goes right to work on Kell's upper body.

JT: Kell is running away! HA! HE CAN'T TAKE THE HEAT!

GP: He picks up the ladder! HE THROWS IT AT THE HEAD OF EVAN LEVINE! EVAN
FALLS DOWN!

Shallow: Evan is under the ladder…Kell is charging…Leg Drop on the ladder!
Evan cries out in pain!

GP: Kell kicks the ladder off Levine…he picks him up and throws him into the
ropes…he catches Levine and sets him up for a powerbom…BACK BODY DROP OVER THE
TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE! KELL IS ON THE OUTSIDE AND LEVINE IS LAUGHING!

JT: Levine with the upper hand now…he climbs the top turnbuckle…MOONSAULT!
MOONSAULT ON PHELEN KELL!

Shallow: I can not believe that Evan Levine had that kind of agility.

JT: He does because he is the best the IWO has…

GP: And at this point in the match…you would think that Evan's body would be
giving in.

JT: IT'S BECAUSE HE IS THE BEST THE IWO HAS! NOBODY CAN BEAT HIM!

GP & Shallow: SHUT UP!!!

JT: Fine…

GP: Back to the match…Evan Levine is taking a break, and Kell is getting up.
Evan is challenging Phelen to follow him!

Shallow: Kell is tracking him…they are on the steel ramp way.

JT: Evan and Kell engage…rights and lefts…Kell has the upper hand…he has him
ready for a suplex…

GP: He attempts…Evan will not go up…another try…Evan is not going up! Evan
reverses! Snap suplex on the steel to Phelen Kell!

Shallow: I thought that Phelen would have his head out of his ass at this
point. Evan is not all that helpless. He did beat Psycho Jay…

JT: Right…that's why he is the IWO World Champion…

GP: Evan is up…waiting for Kell to get up as well…Evan is taunting the crowd
as he walks up the ramp way…where the hell is he going!

JT: Home…where he can be loved and admired!

Shallow: Evan has his back turned to Kell…what a cocky move by the champion.


GP: Wait…Kell is up…he charges at Evan…he grabs Evan's head and slams it down
to the ramp. Kell is pissed!

JT: Oh no…not now!

Shallow: And Kell picks up the down Levine…he sets him up for a Double Arm
DDT…he is looking down the side of the ramp way…THAT'S A GOOD THIRTEEN FEET
DOWN! DON'T DO IT!

GP: Kell smiles…HE JUMPS OFF THE RAMP TO A SPOTLIGHT ON THE BOTTOM OF THE
RAMP WAY! HE DOUBLE ARM DDTED EVAN OFF THE DAMN RAMP! EVAN'S HEAD WENT
THROUGH THE SPOTLIGHT! HIS FACE MUST BE TOTALLY SCREWED OVER!

JT: NO! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! EVAN IS NOT DEAD! HE IS STILL ALIVE…HE IS
JUST TAKING A BREAK!

Shallow: You all forgot an important thing…Evan's head might have went through
the spotlight…but Kell is there too…and he was the driving force behind that.

JT: What's that supposed to mean?

Shallow: That Kell probably took the worst of that move.

GP: Kell rolls out of the spotlight…his back is cut up bad. Levine is now on
a heap on the floor…his face is cut up! He is bleeding profusely. Neither
man is moving.

JT: What a bump!

Shallow: The fans are in awe. This is the second massive bump in this
match…and it could have killed both men.

GP: This is the IWO…NOBODY DIES IN A MAIN EVENT!

Shallow: Tell that to the limp bodies of Phelen Kell and Evan Levine!

JT: Come on…we need the medics! SOMEBODY GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!

GP: It's been a good two minutes since either one of them moved…

Shallow: Who would have thought…the Main Event for Ice Age 3 would end with
both competitors dying…

JT: It's a sad day for our sport…

(Suddenly…Kell begins to move.)

GP: What the…KELL IS MOVING! KELL CAME TO! HE IS TRYING TO PUSH HIMSELF
UP…BUT HE CAN'T DO IT!

Shallow: He crawls to a guard rail…he is climbing the guard rail…trying to
get his bearings as the screaming fans touch him…

JT: Evan is moving his arm now…now his leg! Evan is coming around!
HAHAHA!!! HE'S ALIVE!

GP: That was the sickest bump of the match…maybe even the night…we are
without a spotlight because Phelen Kell Double Arm DDTed Evan Levine into a
spotlight. And I am sure Jamie Kosoy will get the bill!

Shallow: Kell is now on the other side of the guardrail…he is challenging
Levine to get up and come play!

JT: But Evan is trying to get up…he his is crawling to the other side…to the
stage…he climbs up…he is breathing real heavy, as is Kell. Both men have
blood over there faces and are yelling at each other…

GP: Kell flips off Evan! Evan is angry as hell now! He is charging as fast
as he can…HE HURDLES THE GUARD RAIL AND TACKLES KELL! HE IS ON TOP OF KELL
AND IS PUNCHING HIM MERCILESSLY!

Shallow: Evan is digging deep in the soul right now…he gets off Kell and
picks him up…he is daring Kell to hit him!

GP: Now that is stupid. What is Evan thinking about, letting Kell get a free
shot in!

JT: He is being kind…because he is Evan Levine.

Shallow: Kell back hands Evan…Evan's head snaps away…Kell is now using this
to box with him…right jab, left upper cut! Evan falls down!

GP: Kell picks him up…he and Levine are now just hammering each other with
punches…they are walking through the crowd…

JT: Levine has the upper hand…he elbows Kell to the head! He has Kell
reeling with left handed jabs…he lifts him up…CONCEPTUAL PERFECTION!!! EVAN
GAVE HIM A CONCEPTUAL PERFECTION ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!

Shallow: Levine IS CLIMBING A stairway to another level of the stands…he gets
on the edge…he looks down at Kell!

GP: Levine is going to do something bad…

JT: EVAN…DON'T!!! YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF!

GP: LEVINE JUMPS! HE LANDS A PERFECT ELBOW DROP ON PHELEN KELL! LEVINE TOOK
A TEN FOOT FALL ONTO PHELEN KELL!

Shallow: Levine now gathering his bearings. He smells the opening…he starts
slamming Kell's head into the cement. He's sitting there…throwing Kell's head
down!

JT: Evan wants him to bleed more…Levine puts Kell in a STEINER RECLINER!
LEVINE HAS THE TORK! KELL IS TAPPING! YES! LEVINE WINS!

Shallow: Sorry bud, they have to be in the ring to have it count.

JT: DAMMIT!

GP: Levine is sitting there…adding more force on that neck…that could help
throw Kell's bad back…

JT: Levine gets off Kell. Kell is laying motionless on the floor. Levine is
up now…taunting the crowd with Kell's broken body! I am loving this!

Shallow: Levine picks up Kell…he throws him into a guy selling peanuts in the
crowd! THE PEANUTS GO EVERYWHERE! OH MY GOD! SAVE THE PEANUTS!

GP: Kell is covered with peanuts from the peanut vendor. Levine rips the
metal box the vender is holding…HE SLAMS IT AGAINST KELL'S HEAD!

JT: The mean streak is coming out!

Shallow: Now Evan is calling for some cotton candy…WHAT IS UP WITH THIS!

GP: He is trying to humiliate the former IWO World Champion.

JT: The cotton candy vendor comes over…Levine grabs some cotton candy…HE IS
RUBBING IT IN THE FACE OF PHELEN KELL! HA! KELL HAS GOT A STICKY FACE!

Shallow: Kell is trying to get up…but Levine hits him with an elbow drop to
the sternum. Levine now kicking the downed man.

GP: Levine is going through the crowd some more…he is going by the security
blockade…he rips a section of the blockade out and is carrying it back to
where Kell is. Kell is on one knee.

Shallow: Levine is unable to see Kell…he is getting ready to throw it at the
former champion…KELL GETS UP AND DROP KICKS THE BLOCKADE! IT FALLS ON EVAN!
EVAN IS ON HIS BACK AND CAN NOT GET UP!

JT: NO! Now he is a old person! He might have broke his hip!

GP: Kell now up in full force…he fills his hands with peanut salt…he calmly
walks over to Evan…he digs that salt in the cuts on Evan's face! Evan is
pissed! He is screaming in pain!

Shallow: That's got to hurt! Glass is probably in there, and not salt from
IWO peanuts.

JT: Your right…those damn peanuts are very salty…

GP: The match?!?!

Shallow: Oh yeah…Kell is taunting Levine to get up…he is climbing the stairs
that led to the civilian entrance to the Madison Square Garden. He is trying
to instigate something here.

JT: Levine gets up from under the security blockade chunk…he feels his head.
He has that "I'm going to kill you" look on his face.

GP: Levine charges up the stairs…Kell is waiting…Levine goes for a flying
knee…Kell strife's…Kell is met by punches by Levine.

Shallow: Looks like Levine is in multiple places at once.

JT: Levine and Kell now trading blows…they do that too damn much! Levine has
the upper hand…Kell is wobbly on the stairs…LEVINE GIVES HIM A FACE LIFT!
KELL EATS DANE WILTS TRADEMARK MOVE VIA EVAN LEVINE! KELL FALLS DOWN THE
STAIRS! HE IS MAKING WEIRD NOISES AS HE FALLS DOWN THEM!

Shallow: Kell is falling Mankind style! Evan Levine has a exhausted look on
his face. He is walking away from the crowd!

GP: What's he doing…

JT: He is walking to a concession stand. He makes an order!

Levine: I need something to drink…

(A server comes in to view.)

Server: Here is some water…

GP: What is Levine thinking about?!?!

JT: He is taking a break! He needs to…he has been in a war with Phelen Kell,
Dane Wilt, The Mysterious One, Zombie, and Ken War.

Shallow: But the same can be said for Kell. They have both battled the
veterans, and they have both battled each other.

JT: And Levine has the upper hand.

GP: Levine has taken advantage recently…Kell and Levine got some sick bumps
in the beginning…but Kell and Levine are about even on who is winning.

(We cu away from Levine drinking the water to Kell at the bottom of the stair
case, climbing back up.)

Shallow: You have got to be kidding me!

GP: KELL IS COMING UP THE STAIRS! HE IS BRUISED UP BADLY…AND HIS HEAD IS
CRACKED OPEN…BUT HE IS COMING UP THOSE STAIRS AT FAST PACE!

JT: EVAN…WATCH THE ENTRANCE WAY! KELL IS COMING…AND HE IS HAULING ASS!

Shallow: Levine is drenching himself with the water after drinking it…KELL IS
THERE! KELL IS THERE! KELL TAPS HIS SHOULDER!

JT: no…

GP: Evan turns around…HE IS MET WITH A CLOTHESLINE! LEVINE GOES OVER THE
CONCESSION STAND TABLE! KELL JUMPS OVER IT AND LANDS A LEG DROP!

(We see the server is not happy about this.)

Server: Get away…you will wreck the food!

Kell: Charge it to the IWO Staff.

Shallow: Kell just made a questionable move there…you don't want to make
enemies with the staff.

GP: Kell picks up Evan…Evan throws Kell's hands away…Evan kicks him in the
gut, he grabs a bottle of Miller Genuine Draft…BLAM! SHATTERED LONG NECK ON
KELL'S HEAD!

JT: Kell falls back down…Levine is in better condition…you can tell now!
Levine has been training with Team FWF…all Kell has done is train with Judo
instructors. Levine is so much better at this point.

Shallow: But Kell has come back from all odds before. Levine is celebrating,
yelling at the cooks in the back that he is the man…Kell is getting up.

GP: I think Kell is almost unkillable at this point. He has come from
falling down concrete stairs to taking a beer bottle being shattered over the
back of his head.

Shallow: Levine turns around just to be met with a…CASH REGISTER!

JT: Levine hits the ground hard…money spews out all over the place…some fans
jump in and are starting to take the money…Levine grabs his head…

GP: He is starting to come down…the blood lose he is suffering is making him
slower.

Shallow: Kell picks up Evan Levine…he slides him in french fry grease…Levine
is not going down in the fry grease…Levine grabs a spoon inside of it…he
throws fry grease at Kell…Kell is jumping up and down! That has to burn!

JT: Levine kicks him in the gut…DEATH PLUNGE! Levine just stole Syphon
Fission's move! That's three other wrestlers finishers he has used on Kell!

GP: A Death Plunge might be what puts Kell out! Kell's face is broken open,
badly. Levine's head is broken open badly. Both men are bleeding badly.

Shallow: Levine throws Phelen over the concession stand serving table. Kell
lands on the tile.

JT: Levine is getting on that serving table…he is going to do a cross body
block…he jumps…

GP: KELL HAS A PIECE OF BAD TILE AND SLAMS IT INTO LEVINE'S HEAD! THE TILE
SHATTERS! LEVINE'S NOSE MUST BE SHATTERED!

Shallow: What a counter! Kell picks up Levine…he throws him into a
wall…Levine's blood is on that wall.

JT: Come on Evan…come around.

GP: Kell lifts him up…he is dragging him to the wrestlers locker rooms.
Levine is trying to hit him…but can't gather the strength.

Shallow: Kell throws him into the IWO locker room! Nobody is in there right
now…must be watching this on a TV somewhere in the building.

GP: Kell pushes the drained Evan Levine…but Evan punches him…Kell returns the
favor with a right hand to the face.

JT: Come on Evan…IT'S YOUR FREAKING NIGHT IN THE SPOTLIGHT!

Shallow: Kell picks up someone's gym bag…HE PULLS OUT A KINDO STICK! IT WAS
HIS OWN BAG!

(Kell does some funky tricks with the kindo stick.)

JT: Typical Phelen Kell…showing off so the people can kiss your ass. BIG
DEAL!

GP: Kell charges at Evan…EVAN HITS A LOW BLOW! KELL DROPS THE KINDO STICK!

Shallow: Levine picks up the kindo stick and slams it right across Kell's cut
up back! Kell wrenches in pain!

GP: Kell has lost a lot of momentum…Evan is dominating right now.

JT: What else did you expect from the IWO World Champion?

Shallow: These two men are going to have a new respect for each other when
this thing is all said and done.

GP: Levine now hitting Kell with the kindo stick repeatedly. He throws it
down and walks out.

JT: Where is Evan going?

Shallow: He is going to the Team FWF locker room! He is going to try to
sucked Kell into a trap.

GP: Levine is in wait…but nobody is in the room. Could it be that he wants
to win this thing by himself for a change?

JT: HE DOESN'T NEED TEAM FWF!

Shallow: Levine has a steel chair set up…

(Cut back to Kell…who is picking himself up off the ground, face full of blood
and sweat.)

GP: And Kell is following…he is leaving the IWO locker room…HE HAS A CHAIR IN
HIS HAND!

JT: What's that going to do?

Shallow: Kell is walking as fast as he can…he is right by the Team FWF locker
room. He enters…

GP: HE WALKS IN AND BLASTS EVAN LEVINE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR! LEVINE'S FACE
IS BROKEN OPEN EVERY WHICH WAY!

JT: Kell is picking up Evan Levine…he gets on a table and drags Evan on it as
well.

Shallow: They are extremely close to that chair…

GP: Levine is punching? After that gruesome chair shot he is punching
Kell…Kell is punching back.

Shallow: Kell knees him in the stomach…he sets him up for a Powerbomb…

JT: Levine will not let budge. EVAN LIFTS KELL UP…BACK BODY DROP!!!

GP: KELL GOES OFF THE TABLE…HIS NECK LANDS ON THE UPPER PART OF THE CHAIR!
AT THAT VELOCITY…THAT COULD HAVE BROKE HIS NECK!

Shallow: His neck went into some unnatural position! He is not moving…HE IS
NOT BREATHING! GODDAMMIT…GET THE MEDICS!

JT: Levine is off the table…he gives one glance at Phelen Kell…he walks out!
He is walking away!

(We have a stretcher come out, with about six medical personnel.)

GP: This is real. Kell is not…I REPEAT…IS NOT MOVING! HE IS NOT BREATHING!

Shallow: His career is probably over…

GP: Who cares about his career? HIS LIFE IS AT STAKE!

JT: Big deal…one less piece of trash in the world!

Shallow: JT…you're an asshole! This is a man's life…this is not some sick,
twisted game!

GP: The medics are lifting Kell on the stretcher…

(Suddenly, "I Am Your Boogie Man" by White Zombie blares over the speakers as
Evan Levine, bloody, cut up, and bruised as can be walks from the back. The
fans boo the hell out of him.)

JT: THERE IS THE MAN!

Shallow: He ended Phelen Kell's career…

(Evan gets in the ring, and grabs a microphone. He begins talking.)

Levine: You see…you unintelligent pieces of trash…Evan Levine does not lose
to on this night! I WORKED TOO HARD TO LOSE TONIGHT!

(Fans boo, as the IWO-Tron shows Phelen Kell on the stretcher, being wheeled
to an ambulance.)

Levine: You see…that cripple on that stretcher is your hero. How can you
cheer that. THE GUY CAN'T WRESTLE ANYMORE!

(The fans give him the loudest boo of the night. They start throwing things
at him.)

Levine: Hey…REF…MAKE THE COUNT!

GP: The ref is refusing to make the ring out count! This match is no DQ! He
can't do that!

(Levine begins to start yelling at the ref.)

Levine: Make the count…NOW!

(The ref shakes his head no. The ambulance is about ready to leave the
building, but can't.)

GP: A snow storm is preventing Kell from being taken care of in a local
hospital! DAMMIT! THIS IS SICK, AND ALL EVAN LEVINE CARES ABOUT IS RETAINING
THE DAMN IWO WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!

(We start hearing fighting inside of the ambulance. Then, that feed is cut
off.)

Shallow: Oh no…Team FWF must have taken out the medics! Kell is going to
die!

(Levine has the referee in the corner.)

Levine: This is your last chance…make the ring out count…or I will hurt you!

JT: THE REF FLIPS EVAN LEVINE OFF! LEVINE LIFTS HIM UP…CONCEPTUAL
PERFECTION ON THE REF! HELL YES!

GP: Now Levine is for sure going to win…dammit! This is sickening!

(Levine is on the microphone again.)

Levine: Seeing as how I am the only one in the ring left standing after all
of this…I would like to make the decision in this match! YOUR WINNER…AND
STILL IWO WORLD CHAMPION…THE REAL HEEL…EVAN…LEVI-

("Sober" by Tool blares as loud as can be. Kell walks out of the back, and
the fans give the loudest roar of the night! Kell is bloody, sweaty, and
tired, but is still walking to the ring. Levine is in the ring shaking his
head.)

GP: PHELEN KELL IS OUT OF THE AMBULANCE! KELL IS ABLE TO WALK! KELL IS NOT
GOING TO BE DENIED TONIGHT!

JT: THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! NOBODY COULD DO THAT…NOBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shallow: KELL IN THE RING…HE STARTS HAMMERING THE CRAP OUT OF EVAN
LEVINE…LEVINE CAN'T COUNTER! LEVINE FALLS TO THE MAT!

GP: Kell telling Levine to get up…Levine gets up and charges at Kell…KELL
GRABS HIM AND PLANTS HIM WITH A DDT! YES! KELL IS ON FIRE HERE!

JT: Levine gets up right after Kell…Kell lifts him up…STEEL RAIN!!! STEEL
RAIN!!! NO!!!

Shallow: LEVINE IS DOWN…KELL GOES TO HIS LEGS! MALICIOUS INTENT!!! LEVINE IS
TAPPING!!! LEVINE IS TAPPING!!! EVAN LEVINE IS TAPPING OUT!!!

GP: BUT THERE IS NO REFEREE! IT DOES NOT COUNT! DAMMIT!

JT: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE IS STILL
HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shallow: Kell lets go…he is going over to the ref in the corner. He is
down.

GP: Kell lightly kicks the ref…trying to get him up…

JT: Levine is up! He grabs a chair inside the ring…

Shallow: Kell trying to revive the ref…he turns around to see what Levine is
doing…HE IS MET WITH A CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD! LEVINE HAS THE ADVANTAGE…BUT
THERE IS NO REFEREE!!!

GP: THE STAKES HERE CAN NOT GET ANY HIGHER! OH MY GOD…THIS IS SO CLOSE! THIS IS AN EPIC!

JT: Levine is in control now! He is going to retain!

Shallow: But Kell injured his neck…that will cost him.

GP: But Levine's back and neck have to be hurting after that Malicious Intent
Kell clamped on him.

JT: Evan...MY MAN!! Has the chair in both hands as he looks over Kell...KILL HIM!!!

GP: Evan looks at Kell...and...NO!!!!!!! Kell pulls Evan's legs out from under him...Hes on Evan giving out left and rights!!! THERE IS NO ONE TO TOP HIM!!!

Shallow: Kell gets off as he picks up Evan...He sends Evan into the ropes.....OH!!!! HUGE SPINE BUSTER!! THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS!!!!

JT: NO SOMEONE HELP!!!

[As Kell looks out to the fans...Justin Goldman comes running down the ramp as the fans start too boo. Kell not seeing him Justin runs over to the Time keepers table and grabs the IWO World title Belt!]

JT: YES GO JUSTIN!!!! YOU RULE!!

Shallow: See this is why Evan will win...hes got the numbers!

GP: Goldman with the world title belt gets into the ring and is standing right behind Kell...HES GOING TO HIT HIM!!!

[ALl of a sudden as Justin Goldman sits there waiting to hit Kell....Out from the back runs the Owner of the IWO...Jamie Kosoy!!! The fans go nuts as Jamie hits the ring and turns Justin around.......DDT!!!! DDT!!!!!!]

GP: JAMIE KOSOY IS BACK!!!!!

Shallow: That must have been who VP Tom was welcoming earlyer in the card!!!

JT: NO NOT JAMIE!!! NOT NOW!!!!

GP: Kell turns around and looks right at Jamie....Jmist smiles as he roles out of the ring! Kell just shacks his head as he turns back to Evan...NO!!! Evan is up.....he turns him around for Game Time.....NO!!! Kell turns that around...German Suplex INTO A PIN!!! The ref is coming around 1.........2...............NO!!! Evan kicks out!!! And Kell is piss he thinks the count was too slow!

JT: THANK GOD!!!! I LOVE THAT REF!!!

Shallow: Kell turns back around and picks Evan up sending him into the ropes. Evan comes off and jumps over Kell trying to role him up into a pin....But Kell doesnt go over...and he falls on Evan nailing him with left and rights!!!

JT: THIS IS SO NOT FAIR!!!

GP: Kell picks Evan up and puts him into the corner!!! The fans are going nuts as Kell runs right at Evan....STINGER SPLASH!!!! Evan becomes limp in the corner...as Kell now takes aim...WOW!!! A BIG RIGHT FLIPPING EVAN RIGHT OVER THE TOP TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

JT: When the hell did Kell become SUPER MAN!

GP: Evan gets to his feet as Kell looks at him in the ring...Kell is telling Evan to get back in!!

JT: DONT EVAN ITS A TRAP!!

Shallow: Evan turns around....where the hell is he going?

JT: YES!!! HES LEAVING RING SIDE!!! HE'S SAYING HE'S HAD ENOUGH!

GP: This match cant end like this!

Shallow: The Ref is making the 10 count! 1.............2.................3

JT: Evan is at the stage...he's almost home free!!!

[All of a sudden "Loco" By Coal Chamber starts to play as the fans go nuts. Evan's eyes jump out of his head as all of a sudden High Flyer comes walking out from the back. Evan turns around as he is met with a right from Flyer. Flyer picks up Evan and is running him back to the ring. He tosses Evan back in the ring as Evan roles up to his knees and looks right at Kell screaming "NO!!!!!!"]

GP: AND WE STILL HAVE A MATCH!!

JT: GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE EVAN!!!

Shallow: Evan on his knees begging to Kell to spare him...Kell moves in...NO!!! Evan pokes Kell in the eyes!

JT: YES RIC FLAIR!!! WHOOOOO!

GP: Evan gets up and DDT!!! Kell is down and all of a sudden Evan is back in control! The fans are booing now as Evan picks up Kell and sends him into the ropes.....OH BACK BODY DROP!!!

JT: YES!!! Evan is the man. He picks up Kell and body slam! He measures him for a good elbow and......DOWN!! Right on the chest of Kell!!! Now whose the man? Huh? Huh?

Shallow: Evan picks up Kell and sends him into the ropes...This time Evan moves over right infront of the ropes! And...Drop toe hold..OH KELL's FACE BOUNCES OFF OF THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!

JT: WHAT A MOVE!!!

GP: Evan now looks out to the fans and yells at them as he picks Kell up and sends him into the corner...Left....right left right left right...NO!!! Kell hits back....But so does Evan....Kell hits back again..this time Evan goes to hit back but Kell blocks and nails him again..Kells out of the corner...KICK TO THE MIDSECONT!!!! NECK BREAKER!!!! Evan is down...and roles out of the ring!!

JT: Good move!!!

Shallow: WAIT!!! Flyer runs up behind Evan and rolls him back into the ring as the fans go nuts!

GP: Evan jumps right to his feet as Evan starts yelling at Flyer as Kell turns him around....NO!!! Evan nails him with a elbow and knocks him to the ground....Wait..Evan is yelling for something!

Shallow: He's yelling for Team FWF to come out!

JT: Here they come to save the day!!!

Shallow: Where are they?

[All of a sudden the IWO-Tron lights up and there is Team FWF in a battle with Team CGI and a few other IWO superstars!!!]

GP: THE IWO IS KEEPING THE FWF AT BAY!!!

JT: NO!!!

GP: Evan is going nuts....He turns around..THERE'S Kell...Kick to the midsection!!! STEEL RAIN!!! The ref is down for the count!! 1.......................2.......................NO!!!! Justin Goldman it up and pulls the ref out of the ring and NAILS HIM IN THE HEAD!! Wait...Jamie is running around the ring...OH!!! FLYING CLOSELINE!!! Justin is down and out!!! Jamie now pulls the Ref shirt off!!

JT: HES GOING TO RAPE HIM!!

Shallow: SHUT UP!!

GP: Jamie gets into the ring...he makes the count as Kell covers again............1...................2..................................
...........................
..............
............................
........
...............................NO!!!!!! Evan kicked out....HE KICKED OUT!!!

JT: YES!!! WHAT A MAN!!!!

Shallow: Kell and Jamie cant believe it!!!

GP: Kell picks up Evan and...NO SMALL PACKAGE ............1...................2..................................
...........................
..............
............................
........
...............................NO!!!!!!

JT: DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!!

Shallow: Kell just got out of that one!

GP: Evan and Kell are both slowly getting to there feet! They get up at the same time as they lock up right away. Evan wins it and sends him into the corner.....He runs at Kell...BUT NO!!! Kel jumps it and Evan hits his arm hard on the poll! Kell pulls Evan out from the Turn buckle and....NO...Evan gets his arms around Kell's Neck and...JAW BREAKER!!! Evan covers!

JT: WAIT!! FLYER IS ON THE APRON!!! He's yelling at Jamie...WHAT THE FUCK!!

[As Jamie concentrates on Flyer...A man jumps the railing...ITS TONY DAVIS!!! He jumps the railing and runs over behind High Flyer]

Shallow: ITS TONY DAVIS...WHAT THE FUCK!!!

GP: He pulls Flyer off...and he is beating the crap out of him...THERE BEST FRIENDS I DONT GET IT!

Shallow: There fighting into the crowed!!!!

JT: YES....Jamie now turns around and sees Evan covering...1.....2...NO!!! DAMN!!! Kell kicks out!

GP: Evan getting mad picks up Kell and sends him into the corner! He's calling for a super bomb!

Shallow: Jamie is right behind them telling Evan not to do it!

JT: Evan picks Kell up...Jamie now jumps on Evan's back and is trying to stop him from doing this..WHAT THE FUCK HES THE REF HE CANT DO THAT!!

GP: Evan now falls back on his back and Takes out Jamie!!! He looks out to the fans and yells at them...As he gets to the top ropes....WAIT LOOK!! OUT FROM THE CROWD HERE COMES TRENT!!! ITS TRENT!!!!

JT: DAMN IT!! I THOUGHT EVAN GAVE HIM CANCER!!!! HE SHOULD BE DEAD!

Shallow: He's got a baseball bat!! He jumps up on the ring and...OH NAILS EVAN ON THE HEAD WITH THE BAT!!! HES DEAD!!!!

JT: NO!!!!!!!!!

GP: Evan hits the mat hard as Kell gets his feet on the top ropes!!! He takes AIM...HE FLYS!!!

JT: NO DONT FLY YOU ASSHOLE!!

SHALLOW: HE HITS HARD ON EVAN!! AND COVERS!!

JT: NO REF NO REF!!!

GP: Jamie is coming around and there is the count!!!!

1......................................................................................................................................................................................
......................................................................................................................................................................................2!!!!!!.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS ALL OVER ITS ALL OVER ITS ALL OVER!!!!! KELL WINS KELL WINS!!! PHELEN KELL WINS!!!!!

Meygon: HERE IS YOUR WINNER!!! AND NEW!!!! IWO WORLD CHAMP......PHELEN KELL!!!!!!!!!!

[The fans go nuts as Jamie hands the belt to Phelen....They celebrate in the ring as the scene cuts to the back!! Were we see Team FWF break away from Team CGI and run out! Kell and Jamie back off as they hit the ring and beat down on the two!]

GP: DAMN NOT LIKE THIS!!!

Shallow: Team FWF is beating the shit out of Jamie and Kell!!!!

[All of a sudden Team CGI comes running out from the back...all two of them.....They hit the ring and take down LiGiL and Sam Potright.......But Evan gets up holding his head and takes out Syphon Fission!]

JT: TEAM FWF HAS CONTROL AGAIN!!!

GP: They are beating down on Team CGI and Phelen Kell

[All of a sudden "Breath" by Prodigy starts to play!! The fans go nuts as VP Tom along with THE WHOLE IWO ROSTER come out!!]

GP: MY GOD!!!!!! THE IWO IS IN FORCE!!!

Shallow: THERE GOING TO KICK SOME FWF ASS!!!

JT: OH FUCK!!!!

[The whole IWO roster hits the ring and start to kick the shit out of Team FWF!!! Over the top goes LiGiL.....Though the second rope goes out the Prep Kids....Sam Potright gets punted out of the ring as The Whole IWO roster surrounds Evan Levine!!! The fans go nuts as Rob Kestler, Psycho Jay, Phelen Kell, Syphon Fission, and Jamie Kosoy nail Evan back and forth between each other! Finally Evan ends up in Psycho Jays hands who starts to hump his head!!! The fans go nuts!! Jamie grabs Evan and tosses him over the top ropes to the floor! The fans go nuts as Team FWF pick Evan up and start to walk to the ramp...All off a sudden Jamie grabs the mic and talks]

Jamie: FROM THIS MOMENT ON....THE IWO IS NO LONGER UNDER FWF CONTROL!!! FROM THIS MOMENT ON I RUN THE IWO!!! FROM THIS MOMENT ON...THE FWF IS GONE!!!

[The fans go nuts]

Jamie: No longer will the FWF decide who wins...no longer will they fire staff members...AND NO LONGER WILL JUSTIN GOLDMAN BE SEEN ON IWO TV!!!

[Fans get even louder]

Jamie: Along with Justin and the FWF.....there is one more person to go with them....EVAN! I've waited over a year to say this to you.....YOUR FIRED!!!!!

[The fans get to there feet and go nuts as Evan starts to scream at the ring. Then all of a sudden cops from the back grab Justin and Evan by the arms. They start to pull them out of the building as Jamie speaks]

Jamie: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE.....And Have a nice day...I know YOUR IWO WILL!!!

GP: WHAT A NIGHT!!!

JT: This is the saddest New Years EVER!!!

GP: EVAN LEVINE FIRED FROM THE IWO!!! TEAM FWF GONE!!! JUSTIN GOLDMAN PUSHED OUT OF HTE IWO! JAMIE KOSOY AND VP TOM BACK IN CONTROL!!! WHAT AWAY TP BRING IN THE NEW YEAR!!!

Shallow: I was never happier to see Jamie in my life!

GP: Fans were out of time...for Shallow and JT...I AM GREG PARKS!!! HAVE A GREAT NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!

[The scene dies out with the entire IWO roster in the ring surrounding Jamie and Kell...As Kell holds the IWO world title in the air for the 5th time.]

FIN!

HAVE A GREAT NEW YEAR!