SCCW Matches- The Rob Pots era

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Phil:  Welcome everyone to SCCW PREVIEW!  Tonight, we've got a great show coming up...

Will:  SuperSnakeEyes may verywell set a standard for all of us as it is deemed to be the biggest non-pay-per-view of SCCW.

Alex:  Not!

Will:  Anyway...we've got the NWC WORLD TITLE MATCH!

Phil:  We've got Steve Sullivan vs. JC Novastar in a match that is kind of a return match...

Alex:  We've got ZAMZA baby!  ZAMMMMZA!

Will:  We've got special announcements from...[interrupted]

[Psychoman from BlackSabbath begins to play...]

[POTS comes out to the entranceway with a microphone...]

POTS:  Yeah yeah yeah...keep it up, punks.  Here, I got an announcement to make.  Seems we got us a little Blacklist match tonight...well, only one of the guys showed up...And that, folks, is Killer Mack Kipper...because of this...he stays with us as a wrestler, but I'm suspending him til after AEL2...why?  Because I CAN...So there, the blacklist match AIN'T happening, and Kipper's still with the Co.  Other than that... Starting tonight, since SCCW is MY PLACE...I'm gonna do what I'm gonna do with it...And that's that...

[The crowd, not knowing how to react is silent...]

[OUTSIDE...]

Phil:  A limo has just pulled up folks...Who can it be?

Will:  Well, we're about to find out...

Alex:  No, it CAN'T BE!

Phil:  That's...that's...TONY PRIDE, the MWA Champion...

Will:  Wait, don't shut that camera off...is that a Pink Limo coming up behind it?

Phil:  Don't take that camera off this shot...The man getting out of the second limo is...SEXY STEVE SIRE?!

Alex:  Wow...these guys lock it up tomorrow...

Phil:  They are shaking hands, and walking in...Will, any info on this?

Will:  Apparently, they purchased luxury box seats to see who Pride's World Championship match would be against...that's what the guys backstage are saying...

Phil:  Well folks, we're just about out of time...make sure to watch Super Snake Eyes...check local listings, and we'll see you there...

[Fade but voices still heard...]

Will:  Wow, Tony Pride and Steve Sire...

Phil:  This is gonna prove fun...

Alex:  You bet you ......................offair.

Phil: Welcome Everyone to yet another Sold Out Edition of SCCW Snake Eyes! 
Will: Once again, we're here to cover ALL the action, folks, and do it with style. 
[The Fireworks begin...the JumboTron lights up showing tonights card...then up comes the logo...] 
SUPER 
 
Phil: Tonight, on our Preview Show, you saw not only the results of the BlackList Match, but you also saw some startling comments from the SCCW Commissioner, POTS. 
Will: But that wasn't the best part, was it Phil? 
Phil: No, Will, I guess not. As you can see from our cameras upstairs, one of our skyboxes tonight has been rented out by none other than "The Foundation" Tony Pride, the MWA Champion, as well as his oldest and dearest friend, "Sexy" Steve Sire. 
Alex: Who if you remember, defeated POTS on this program not too long ago... 
Will: You always have to ruin the show for us, don't you? 
Phil: With Pride being the next man after tonight to go for the NWC Gold, you can bet that he wanted to be sure that he got the first look at both these men. But it does have one tend to wonder why Sire has come along. 
Alex: Probably to ruffle POTS feathers, since he DID beat him. 
Will: As stated. On the card tonight, is the NWC WORLD TITLE MATCH...Which when it breaks down...I guess it's actually the match that WILL combine BOTH the NWC World title and the "NWC World" Title, that Steele won last week in a match against our very own Commissioner. 
Phil: And not only does Britton come into town to face Jimmy Steele for the World Championship, but also Steele somehow gained the right to decide the stipulations for this match. 
Alex: I think he won a poker game against POTS... 
Will: Anyways...the rules for their match are pretty simple. A Ladder Match, however, there are three buckets actually held above the ring. One will hold the World Title...thus, the match is called a BUCKET OF TRUTH Ladder Match...the man that grabs the belt becomes the champ...no questions, no ands, ifs, or buts... 
Phil: Also on the card tonight, more from the PoW front, as "Snake Eyes" Steve Sullivan puts his SCCW Title up against a man he helped beat the tar out of last week, JC Novastar. 
Will: Novastar, a guy that has showed that he CAN win the big matches before, like the SCCW Ten Man Ladder Match for the Cruiserweight Title, as well as going against Lightning last week in a Lumberjack Match for the NWC J-Crown. 
Alex: Yeah, lots of us feel he's overrated... 
Phil: And some of us need to speak when spoken to. 
Will: Also on tonight's card, SCCW's FIRST EVER Inferno Match. 
Phil: We all saw the mysterious return of the man in red, Crimson Prophet, last week during the Zamza/Zack Sharp match. Apparently, Zamza is none to pleased about having to deal with Prophet in this kind of match-up, so rumor has it he's got some sort of Ace up his sleeve for this one. 
Will: But with both these men going into the Hurricane Cup at AEL2, expect them both to give it their all and show that they really DO deserve to represent SCCW. 
Phil: Not to mention that match will also determine the #1 contender for the SCCW Championship. 
Alex: La-de-da... 
Will: Tonight also helps determine WHO is the #1 contender for the Gambler's Heritage Championship, as Hiroshi Mifune, SCCW's Cruiserweight Champion goes against a returning Piston McShain after an absence due to injury. McShain seems to have his eyes set on the GH Strap, and though there seems to be some heat, POTS definitely seems to agree that he's ready for more than just the TV Title...let's see if he can prove that tonight. 
Phil: Also, Damien Newcastle, a man that had his match last week with Pretty Dan get scrapped for some reason... 
Alex: I heard that television director got cut off the payroll... 
Phil: Anyway, will be facing off against the TV Champion, Danny Sundown in his first title defense...This match looks to have two men relatively equally matched, and though we haven't seen too much of Mr. Newcastle, yet, I'm sure he is ready to take a more active role... 
Will: Agreed Phil. We also have Suicide Army going for the SCCW Tag Team Gold against Steel and Platinum, and this one also looks pretty evenly stacked. I don't really have any predictions, except this should be an excellent technical matchup. 
[COMMERCIAL] 
[We cut to a shot just outside the Arena, in the parking garage area. Rain is pouring down atop of the arena as a large black limo pulls up just under the overhang. The driver quickly hops out and opens the door. We see one large foot take a slow step out of the limo�followed by another.] 
[His shoes are of expense and just as we trying to get a peek through the cracked glass window on who that is�The man lifts his body up and out of the seat. He now towers in between the door and the body of the car�the man standing up is not a know man at all.] 
[His face, not one of a superstar, just a simple goatee and long sideburns. As he walks outward more we can now see that his attire consists on a white-collar button suit, white pants, and of course matching white shoes with golden buckles. On his arm is what looks to be a golden Rolex, This man isn't a superstar but looks rather wealthy.] 
[In his left hand, he holds a white snake skin briefcase. In his right hand, he carries a piece of rolled up paper. Just as the man gets clear of the car, a young woman approaches him. He doesn't let her speak, yet he speaks for her.] 
Man: [Pointing slightly to the left.] Go tell them that I'm here. 
[The young woman abruptly runs off in the direction pointed as the man continues to make his way through the arena. We soon fade back to our wonderful SCCW broadcast team.] 
Phil: And finally, we'll start the show off with our first match... 
ANNOUNCER: Our first match of the evening is for the SCCW TV Title... 
[Crowd Oh's and Ah's...] 
SCCW TV Title Match 
"Party Animal" Damien Newcastle 
vs. 
Danny Sundown (c) 
Will: Well Alex I hear one of your favorites will be guest refereeing this match. 
Alex: What do you know about my favorites anyway? 
[A round of gun shots ring throughout the arena as the lights go completely out within a second. Purple and green lights then hit the isle. And �Favor for a Favor� by Nas begins to play. Then and there we spot none other than Damien Jones himself. The still beloved Jones walks out to a crowed of cheers with just a few boos. Wasting no time he makes his way to the ring. When he gets in he takes the time to fold the bottom of his Sean Jean jeans over his Adidas shoes, and straightens out his Johnny Blaze shirt as he jumps around the ring for a few seconds before his pyro show comes to an end.] 
Phil: This can equal trouble for Danny Sundown. 
Will: Yeah! We all know how Jones feel�s bout Sundown. This can get pretty interesting. 
["Who you trying to get crazy with essa? Don't you know I'm loco?!?" blares from the PA system as Insane in the Brain begins to play. The entranceway fills with green smoke and a few seconds later Damien Newcastle is seen moonwalking, yes moonwalking, through the smoke. He is in a green leather trenchcoat and a green sombrero. He has a bottle of...something wrapped in a paper bag in his left hand as he walks down the ramp. As he gets to ringside he takes a long pull from the bottle and sets it down. He removes his coat and hat leaving him in green leather pants and bright orange boots as he enters the ring.] 
Alex: Take a look at that we got two Damien�s in the ring. That�s FUNNY! 
Will: are you ever going to grow up Alex? 
Alex: SHUT UP! 
Phil: And here comes out champ himself. 
["Earth People" by Dr. Octogon becomes to slam through the LP. The boos are so lowed that Danny might as well forget music, cause you can�t hear it over the crowed. Before Danny gets into the ring he manages to get a few words across to Jones before rolling in.] 
[DING DING DING] 
Alex: Damien Newcastle wastes no time going straight for the offense as he pushes Jones out the way and dives at Sundown bringing him to the floor with a huge tackle. 
Phil: But Danny has no problem just tossing Newcastle off of him, as both men jump back to there feet. 
Alex: Sundown throws a punch at the face of Damien who just blocks it. 
Will: Newcastle now has sundown in a side headlock and marches him over to the ropes. Eyerake accross the top rope? 
Phil: I haven't seen that maneuver in years. Is he kidding? 
Alex: Now he's running with Sundown still in that side headlock. Bulldog in the center of the ring. Why doesn't he go for the pin instead of congatulating himself? 
Phil: Rookie mistake I guess. 
Will: Jones attempts to give Newcastle a little advice and tells him to go for the pin but Damien just blows him off. 
Alex: Damien Jones may have slowed Newcastle down a little as Sundown is on his feet trying to catch his breath. 
Will: Oh big kick to the mid section of Newcastle as Danny follows up by hitting the ropes and clothelining Damien down. 
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Kick out! 
Phil: Quick thinking from the champ but far from enough to put Newcastle away. 
Alex: Sundown pulling Damien up, and ewwwww�. Newcastle just put his knee into the nuts of Sundown. HAHA and Jones claims to not have seen anything as Danny hits the ground in pain. 
Will: Newcastle hits the ropes and stops to land a big splash, and take the pin! 
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Two� 
Kick out� 
Will: Was that count a little quick? 
Alex: Hell no! 
Will: Whatever� Newcastle pulls Sundown back up and sets him up throwing him straight down into a back breaker. 
Phil: Damien holds the position as he bends Danny�s back over his knee in a submission hold. 
Alex: Jones is right in the face of Sundown asking if he gives. But all Danny has to say back is a few inappropriate remarks. 
Will: WOW! Danny just spit in Jones face. 
Alex: Big mistake as Damien Jones hits the ropes and drops an elbow on the ribcage of Danny who gets knocked right off Newcastle�s knee. 
Will: Both Damien�s give each other a high five and begin to laugh. 
Alex: The rookie now in control he whips the champ off the ropes and catches him in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. 
Will: Devastating maneuver. Newcastle really is showing his power here. 
Phil: He looks awefully proud of himself. 
Alex: You would be to if it was your first match and you just floored a title holder. 
Phil: Whatever. 
Will: And the pin. 
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Alex: Awe! It was only two, Sundown bearably getting the shoulder up. 
Will: Damien heading for the top, why is he wasting so much time. 
Phil: Yeah� Look at that Sundown showing a true champ attitude as he gets back to his feet. 
Will: That�s impressive Sundown with a huge gorilla press bodyslam off the top rope. 
Alex: Desperation from the champ as he falls to the ground as well� 
Phil: Jones begins the count� 
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Will: Sundown back to his feet and Damien Newcastle not far behind him. 
Phil: Good thinking from Danny with a double underhook DDT. 
Will: Damien is back out cold and Jones just shakes his head as Sundown hops to the outside of the ring. And throws the Television title into the ring. 
Phil: Why isn�t Jones kicking the belt out? 
Alex: Who cares? 
Phil: Oh right into the hands of Newcastle� 
Alex: I don�t think that is were he intended for the title to be. 
Phil: Newcastle swings the title at Danny�s head, but Sundown ducks. 
Will: That was impressive as Sundown just lands a German suplex on Damien. 
Alex: Well the title is in Danny�s hand now. 
Will: Oh he doesn�t need to be doing that. 
Alex: Sundown has backed Jones into the corner. 
Phil: Boom! Newcastle back to his feet dropkicks Danny as Jones dives out of the way. 
Will: Danny busted his head into the title after the dropkick and he�s out cold. 
Alex: Damien goes for the pin. 
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Will: No amazingly Sundown got his foot on the rope. 
Alex: Sundown somehow getting back to his feet but extremely wobbly. 
Phil: Newcastle charges in but boom! Sundown catches him with a spine buster. 
Will: Sundown just shook off the little head hit he got courtesy of his own title a few minutes ago like that and is ready to keep going at it. 
Phil: Sundown bends over to pull Newcastle back to his feet and... 
Alex: HAHA! That was great. Low blow from Newcastle. Sundown drops to his knees in agony. Now he's starting to act less like a rookie and more like a crafty veteran. 
Phil: What are you talking about, he just blatantly cheated. 
Alex: Like I said, a "crafty" veteran. 
Phil: Newcastle up and off the ropes. Baseball slide dropkick to Sundown's already tender genitals. 
Alex: I hope Danny wasn't planning on having any kids any time soon. 
Phil: I just can�t believe Jones is letting Newcastle get away with all of this. 
Will: Wait Danny getting back to his feet with title in hand. 
Alex: Sundown went to deck Jones, but missed and put Damien Newcastle out. 
Phil: Jones then catches Sundown with a massive left uppercut and tosses him into his version of the Cobra Clutch �The Street Dreamer.� 
Alex: And here comes commissioner POTS. 
Phil: POTS has just forced the Damien Jones to the back, and now he's looking at Sundown as well... 
Alex: Well Jones isnt going to far as he walks down the isle just a bit and continues to watch from the entrance. 
Will: This does NOT look good. 
Alex: What d'you mean? POTS has a CAST on his leg...he can't fight... 
Phil: He's telling Sundown to get out of there... 
Will: Wonder what for? He's demanding a microphone... 
POTS: Get out of here Danny, or you won't walk out...simple as that. 
[Sundown does a little commotion, but in all, he slides out of the ring and starts heading to the back, holding his shoulder and neck from the Street Dreamer he received earlier...] 
POTS: Now now now...Y'see, y'got my attention you pre-pubesent PUNK... Now, what're you gonna do? 
[Newcastle looks down for a second, looks away and back at POTS...he goes to swing at the commissioner, who ducks the punch, and comes back with a few of his own...he kicks Newcastle in the chest with his cast.] 
Phil: That's an illegal object! 
POTS: Now, I'll give you one last chance to SHUT UP and walk down that aisle. 
[Newcastle begins to turn around to walk away, only to turn BACK around to swing again...] 
[THWACK!!!!!!] 
Phil: Geez! 
Alex: YES! I love the Commissioner! 
Will: SUPERKICK delivered from POTS using the cast...Newcastle is OUT folks, he is OUT! That kick busted him open and he's just laying there... 
Phil: That move looked A LOT LIKE...The same finisher that Steve Sire used during his first match on MWA Genocide... 
Alex: It's the MO of the P o W, Philsy... 
Will: Well, we've got some ringcrew guys helping Newcastle out of the ring. 
Alex: That was a great IN RING debut for the new kid, huh? SPLAT! 
Announcer: Match declared a No Contest... 
[COMMERCIAL] 
[Roller Coaster of Love by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers hits one the PA system and out comes "Swinging" Steve Seductive in a red suit. He is wearing a fire hat and has a garden hose under his arm. He motions to cut the music.] 
Phil: I don't remember any interview segments for this portion of the show? 
Will: Me neither...who is it? 
Steve: Good evening Caesars Palace, Las Vegas!!! 
[Fans begin to cheer at the mention of there city.] 
Steve: Well, first of all I must say I'm disappointed that the SCCW has allowed Pyro Maniac Crimson Prophet to have a match tonight. He is in no state to compete. But not to fear SCCW . . . I Steve Seductive have picked up the ball! I just elected myself fire marshall for the night! 
Also, Crimson Crusader, the farmers bureau is really peeved at you for the sheep comments. Sheep are not a laughing matter ladies and gentlemen! To show that we are upset I have brought black wool bands to tie around our arms in protest. 
[The camera pans to some SCCW workers handing out the wool to the fans, most of who do not put the on.Steve puts on his wool.] 
Steve: Sheep are more than merely livestock, they are the basis for lebanese food. I can say lebanese right? Oh Lord the gay alliance is gunna be all over me for this one, NO PUN INTENDED! 
[The audience begins laughing although a minority find the joke in bad taste] 
Steve: Thank you ladies and gentlemen! This is your Fire Marshall signing off! 
[The crowd cheers possibly for Steve's departure or because they agree with him. There reasons are unknown.] 
[We re-join the broadcast after a long COMMERCIAL break. And a short promo for Night Two of AEL2, The Hurricane Cup.] 
Alex: You plucked what with tweezers? 
Will: You know�The hairs� 
Phil: Would you two stop? We're back on! 
Alex: Really�ummm�. like I was saying, Dread Saxon is my dad. 
Will: Your daddy� 
Alex: Wait! That didn't come out right�.What I meant to say is� 
Phil: Would you shut up? 
Alex: Maybe with the use of a little tape. 
Will: So, If I asked you who your daddy was�You'd say Dread Saxon, right? 
Alex: Ummm�Ye- No. 
Phil: Does it ever cease with you two? 
Alex: Nope. 
Will: Let's take it down to our Ring Announcer who is ready to announce our next match up. 
Alex: BOR-ING, BOR-ING, BOR-ING! 
Phil: Tag Titles on the line. 
[The camera shots pans downward and to the left, slightly. We come across our ring announcer who is dressed in his finest and his note cards steady in hand. We sit, and wait as the man licks his lips, then he finally raises the microphone to the hole in his face.] 
Announcer: Introducing the challengers. Lost in the shuffle...they have come back to claim retribution. Vying, for the SCCW World Tag Team Titles...at a combined weight of 500 pounds...from the mean streets of Philadelphia...Fat Ed and Metelhed...you know them as the SUICIDE ARMY!! 
[The lights go down. The sound of a military march is sounded. As the echo of the boots pounding pavement...the intro to Metallica's one is played. On the giant screen...scenes showing battle and explosions...other shots of the Army executing the brain damage is seen...suddenly..the gutar part of One is interrupted by the bridge...the crowd roars..and the Suicide Army come out to ramp way just as the words�] 
"Darkness envisioning me...all that I see...absolute horror...I can not live...I can not die...trapped in myself...body my holding cell" 
[The music hits hard..and the Army make their way to the ring..Fat Ed is dressed in knee length black shorts...a blue T-shirt and black boots...his wrists taped and a black knee pad on bis right leg...Metelhed is wearing blue jeans...and a tattered suicide army T-shirt...as the both climb up to the apron...the announcer introduces the champions.] 
[::The lights in the arena dim. Then a slight guitar sound echoes throughout the arena. The crowd goes wild. Two voices talk over the P.A. Both familiar. But they each go in order.::] 
Voice #1: Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Do not talk. 
[::The voice goes out, but another voice booms over. This one slightly different from the other.::] 
Voice #2: If you love some set them free, if they come back light them on fire. 
[::Pyrotechnics erupt from the entrance area and move in weird circular motions. "Take The Power Back" by Rage Against The Machine rumbles over the P.A. Two men walk out with the SCCW Tag Team Titles strapped around their waists. To the left Texas Rage. To the right Texas Machine. Across the Jumbo-Tron, the words of the song flash .::] 
##THE STUDENT'S EYES DON'T PERCEIVE THE LIES 
BOUNCING OFF EVERY FUCKING WALL.... 
HIS COMPOSURE IS WELL KEPT... 
I GUESS HE FEARS PLAYING THE FOOL## 
[::Rage & Machine stopped as usual raise their hands in the air as the crowd goes wild for them and the music that they hear.::] 
##THE COMPLACENT STUDENTS SIT AND 
LISTEN TO THE BULLSHIT... 
HE LEARNED IN SCHOOL....## 
[::Rage & Machine stroll down the aisle slowly. Rage has no change to his regular performing tradition. Steel tipped boots, red & black camouflage, two army dog tags, and 1/2 of SCCW Tag Team champions. Machine sporting his same outfit. Orange & black camouflage, steel tipped boots, three army dog tags, and 'Professional Ass 
Kicker' written just above camouflage pants. The other half of the SCCW Tag Team Champions.::] 
[::Put that together and what do you have? Well, you probably already know. Is it the SCCW Tag Team Champions? Yes. What do you get when you put them together? Steel & Platinum.::] 
[::The now loco crowd cheer and cheer. Machine & Rage raise their hands in the air and then the lights fully go out. 'StEeL & pLaTiNuM' sparks up above the entrance. The crowd is fascinated by this. So again they start cheering.::] 
[::The lights go back on and Steel & Platinum are standing in the ring. Face to Face. With the Suicide Army. Someone goes home the winner. Someone goes home cause they're losers.::] 
Phil: Face to Face�Nose to Nose. 
Will: Two of the NWC Finest� 
SCCW Tag Team Championship Match 
Suicide Army 
vs. 
Steel and Platinum (c) 
Alex: Finest�Ha! 
[DING DING DING!] 
Phil: Machine backs up�Right hand to Metelhed. 
Will: Rage backs up�.Left hand to Fat Ed� 
Phil: Both men shook off the blows�and both at the same time charge with a huge CLOTHESLINE! 
Alex: Ouch. 
Will: That leveled both members of S and P� 
Phil: Uh Huh�and both men roll to the outside to get a breather. 
Will: Suicide Army looking to get the crowds approval and they do indeed get it. 
Alex: Why cheer for those goofs? 
Phil: Metelhed backs�he hits the ropes�and BASEBALL SLIDE! That took Rage right out of his boots. 
Will: But Machine quickly grabs the lingering legs of Metelhed and pulls him to the outside�and lays in the punches. 
Alex: Look at Eddie boy run! 
Phil: Yep, Fat Ed hits the ropes�and he returns�BASEBALL SLIDE OF HIS OWN ONTO MACHINE! 
Will: Machine goes down just as Rage is getting up�but not for long! Metelhed rushes�SAVATE KICK! That one sent Rage down hard. 
Phil: Fat Ed slides out of the ring to help out his partner� 
Alex: Why exactly do they call him fat? He's not that fat� 
Will: Metelhed up onto the Apron�Fat Ed just below him�METELHED STEPS AND HE IS NOW STANDING ON FAT ED'S SHOULDERS! ABOUT 12 FEET IN THE AIR! 
Phil: METELHED SHIFTS�LEGDROP! NO! MACHINE MOVED! 
Will: Metelhed just met with that hard cement floor� 
Alex: That'll put a wrinkle in your fanny. 
Phil: Machine is up�Fat Ed Charges Machine� 
Will: Machine ducks the clothesline but as Ed was following through�HE GOT CAUGHT IN A HUGE POWERSLAM BY RAGE! 
Phil: Machine grabs one half of the challengers, Metelhed, by the hair and shoves him between his legs� 
Alex: Uh oh! 
Will: Machine signals for Rage to help�and he does�Machine lifts Metelhed into a powerbomb position� 
Phil: Rage hooks the head�POWERBOMB, NECKBREAKER COMBONATION ONTO METELHED�ON THE CONCRETE! 
Alex: Umm� 
Will: Fat Ed rises to his feet, and get sent straight back down by Machine who answers with a shoulder block. 
Phil: Rage grabs Metelhed by the hair and roles him back in the ring. 
Alex: Wait! That's not fair! 
Will: Rage slamming several forearms in the back of the head to Metelhed� 
Phil: Several? More like ten or eleven. 
Alex: I think it is more of about 15. 
Will: However many7 it is�Rage is really giving it to Metelhed� 
Phil: Fat Ed and Machine are perched in their respected corners� 
Alex: These guys just can't play by the rules? 
Will: You mean they don't play by _YOUR_ rules? 
Alex: Exactly. My rules are what everyone wants to see� 
Phil: Rage gets back to his feet and bounces off the ropes�he returns�and big ELBOW right in the sternum of Metelhed. 
Will: Rage goes for a cover� 
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Phil: Metelhed got the shoulder up�Fat Ed on the other side is mounting the top rope� 
Will: Rage turns around�HUGE MISSLE DROPKICK FROM FAT ED ONTO RAGE! 
Alex: EARTHQUAKE! 
Phil: Rage flips backward�and makes a quick tag to machine. 
Will: Machine quickly hops over the tope rope and delivers a quick leg drop atop of Metelhed� 
Alex: ---- 
Phil: What happened to Alex? 
Will: He's under the table�Earthquake�under the table�you know. 
Phil: Uh, Okay�Machine is perched on the outside, the apron. 
Will: He looks to be setting Metelhed up. Metelhed getting to his feet� 
Phil: NO! Fat Ed just leveled Machine� 
Will: That doesn't set well with Rage who tries to enter but the ref is holding him back� 
Phil: Metelhed makes a tag to Fat Ed who enters the ring in a fury�Rage gets knocked off the apron� 
Will: MACHINE IS BACK UP! HE USES THE ROPES AS A SPRINGBOARD AND�CROSS BODY BLOCK! 
Phil: NO! FAT ED CAUGHT THIS BIG MAN! HE TAKES HIM UP AND OVER� 
Will: POWERSLAM! 
Phil: Ed makes a cover� 
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Phil: Rage just came off the top rope with a leg drop onto the back of this big man� 
Will: Metelhed is back up and in�He hooks Rage from behind�GERMAN SUPLEX! AND A BRIDGE! 
Phil: Is the ref going to make a count? 
Will: No, Rage and Metelhed aren't the legal men! 
Phil: Ed and Machine rise to their feet, Ed grabs Machine�but he drops down and delivers a quick Jawbreaker� 
Alex: Ouch! 
Phil: So you decided to come out from under the table? 
Alex: The rumbling quit, so I decided that it was safe. 
Will: Ed stumbles back but doesn't fall�rage is back up�and he hooks Ed in a read waist lock� 
Phil: Wait! Metelhed hooks Rage who is hooked to Fat Ed� 
Will: Machine is up�HE�HE�DROPKICKED THE REF WHO FELL BACK INTO ED TRIGGERING A TRIPLE GERMAN SUPLEX! 
Alex: Oh MAMA! 
Phil: Machine is ONLY person standing now� 
Will: He does a little flexing and taunting� 
Phil: Metelhed is slowly rising� 
Alex: MACHINE! TURN AROUND! 
Will: Metelhed grabs Machine's slinget�ROLLUP! 
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Phil: Machine reverses� 
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Will: Metelhed reverses� 
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Phil: The ref says only two�Machine reverses� 
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Will: Fat Ed there to make the save� 
Phil: Rage tries to roll up Ed�NO! ED REVERSES AND ROLLS UP RAGE! 
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Phil: NEW CHAMPS! NEW CHAMPS! NEW CHAMPS! 
Will: WE HAVE NEW SCCW TAG CHAMPS! 
[DING DING DING!] 
Ring Announcer: And your winners�THE NEW SCCW TAG CHAMPIONS! SUICIDE ARMY! 
Alex: Oh Great�Now I have to live through another Army Title reign. 
Will: Suicide Army grabs the titles and raises them high in the Air for everyone to AWE at� 
[Big Pop as they hold the title up in the air.] 
Alex: Ahhh! Ed has a microphone! Everyone plug your ears! 
Fat Ed: The SCCW titles are well and good and ours...the NWC titles are next! 
Phil: Bold words from the new champs� 
[COMMCERIAL] 
[Bong, Bong.] 
[The Jumbo-Tron buzzes in, and we once again see the man who arrived in such fashion earlier in the night. He sits in a chair with his feet propped up on a table, which is slightly to the right. We can see several items across the desk namely paper, pens, folders�but the one thing that sticks out the very most a name plate on the front of the desk and it reads "Commissioner POTS."] 
[Just as the camera gets close enough to the read the nametag, the man sitting in the chair swiftly kicks it off the desk and out of view. The camera moves upward and we are once again focused on the man face. He sits with a cocky grin on his face, probably for a reason. Just as we get a comfortable view, the man opens his mouth to address the Las Vegas crowd.] 
Man: So this is the new SCCW? Papers unorganized document scattered sparsely, and NEW Commissioner, POTS. 
[Huge Heel pop for the beloved SCCW Commish.] 
Man: I sit here and Potsy's desk as a NEW SCCW Commissioner. 
[The fans give a big pop as the man makes a huge announcement.] 
Man: Don't get all happy on me now because POTS is still the SCCW Commissioner but It seems that the NWC wanted law and order so they hired myself as Commissioner number two. 
[The fans give a mild pop as they heard POTS is still around.] 
Man: So, I have equal the power of POTS, Equal the skill, Equal the brai- Wait, I have more brains then POTS. 
[Mild Pop.] 
Man: He enjoys taking being the puppet master, pulling all the strings�running the show. But I just don't like that. So, If he is going to pull some strings, I guess I will too�so, NEXT WEEK ON THIS VERY PROGRAM, PoW Member ZAMZA will take on FELLOW PoW MEMBER IN WILDE TANKE� 
[HUGE POP!] 
Man: Wait just a minute�Do you actually think that I am going to let them pummel each other in a regular match? Of Course not, that is why I am going to take ten tables, set 'em up, and we are going to have an old fashion�TEN TABLES MATCH! 
[Another Huge Pop.] 
Man: but the PoW always has something up their sleeves and as we all know, we don't have too many wide eyed refs in the Sin City�So, I am going to a special Ref. 
[Another Huge Pop, I didn't know the PoW was hated that much. As the fans cheer, the man looks down at his watch.] 
Man: Times up�I'm gone 'till next week. See ya' in the ring.] 
[The man slowly gets up out his chair, he picks his brief case, then head for the door. As he reaches for the doorknob, he turns and says one last thing before disappearing behind the door.] 
Man: Oh Yea, The name's Skylar, Skylar Rundise. 
[He turns the knob and exits through the door.] 
SCCW Gambler's Heritage #1 Contender Match 
Hiroshi Mifune (Cruiser Champ) 
vs. 
Piston McShain 
Phil: And we are set for Mifune/McShain, this should be a good one.Will: Sure will be, two men on the verge of becoming major stars in SCCW and council wide. Been looking forward to this one. 
Alex: Bah...lets get this over with and to the matches that matter.Phil: This match is going to decide who the number one contender is to Jimmy Steele�s Gamblers Heritage Title! 
Alex: What if Steele wins tonight and becomes NWC Champion? Wouldn�t they have to wait till he lost the NWC Title to get a shot? 
Will: Uh�Alex: Maybe they would strip him of the title...of course its moot because 
Phil: Who knows what POTS would do, lets get down to the ring announcer for this match! 
[Pan down to the ring.] 
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the number ONE contendership to the GAAAAMBLERS!! HERITAAAGE! CHAMPIONSHIIP! 
[A pop from the crowd.] 
Announcer: Introducing first� 
[�The Final Countdown� in brought in over the speakers as the fans in the arena rise to their feet.]Announcer: Weighing in tonight at 286 pounds and standing 6 feet 7 inches tall�[A spotlight chases up the aisle way to the curtain.] 
Announcer: PIIIIIIIIIISTOOOOOON!!! �HUUUUUUUUURICCCAAAAAANE�!!! MCSHAAAAAAAAAIN!!! 
[The fans pop at the name and then watch the entrance way. Piston comes through the entrance way with a water bottle in his hands, he takes a drink and then throws it out into the crowd. Piston�s long hair is wet and he shakes it at a few fans, getting them a little wet also. As the spotlight guides McShain down the aisle way, we see he has gotten some new ring attire. Piston wears long yellow pants, down the left side there is parts of the pants cut out. Through the cut parts we see Piston�s tan skin, some words can be made out of the cut sections: �PoP�][Piston walks down the aisle, slowly. He doesn�t looked determined, I guess he is just walking slow to piss some people off.] 
Will: The longest reigning TV Champion in SCCW history, right there, PISTON �HURRICANE� MCSHAIN! The HURRICANE is back! 
Phil: It was quite a reign, and he is looking to move up in the world 
Alex: This guy is a tool, so is Mifune 
[Piston walks up the steps and into the ring. He walks and is checked by the referee for any forign objects. Finding none, the ref allows Piston to walk to his corner. He does so, moving his neck back and fourth, awaiting the arrival of his opponent, Hiroshi Mifune.] 
[The lights go dim in the arena, and the faint sounds of Japanese drums come over the PA system. The drums begin to get louder and louder as you see Hiroshi Mifune wearing a black shirt with the Japanese flag on it and his black wrestling pants with the Rising Sun on both legs, and Kenji Kubota wearing a black three piece suit, step out of the walkway. Behind Kenji stands "The Professional" Danny Sundown wearing the same black fur coat he was wearing before they all start to make their way towards the ring ignoring the hands grabbing at them from the crowd, and just continuing to walk. You see fans holding signs saying various things like, "Hiroshi Mifune: SCCW's Best Cruiserweight Champion!", "Hiroshi! You're the best!". They step into the ring, and as the music is just about over Hiroshi thrusts his arms up in the air and this immense shower of red light shines down upon him. ] 
Phil: Here is the cruiserweight champ, looking good and ready for former TV Champ Piston McShain. 
Alex: Yeah, but he has the CURRENT TV Champ in the opposing corner; as I always say, live in the now. 
[DING DING DING] 
Phil: Mcshain charges immediately! 
Alex: Oopsie... 
Phil: I'll say! He ran right into a stand dropkick! Mifune charges and drops McShain with a spin wheel kick! Mifune leaps to his feet and drops a knee. Quickly he kicks McShain in the gut and on the send rope...stomps on McShain! 
Will: Mifune right away is in the lead, he knows that McShain is only going to try to use his power to overwhelm him. A decidedly uncreative strategy by McShain. 
Phil: Mifune over McShain and recieves a low blow! Mcshain up...DDT! Mcshain really pouring it on applying a chokehold to Mifune, the official in charge has makes him break the hold. Both wrestlers back on there feet now. 
Alex: The only thing I hate more than stupid matches are stupid wrestlers, and we hit the jackpot today. 
(Piston whips Mifune into the ropes, Hiroshi rebounds hard off the ropes and leaps at Piston with a cross body.) 
Alex: Oh he caught him! 
Phil: McShain catches Mifune out of mid air! He has in his arms, cradeling him like a baby..OH!! Piston slams Mifune right across his knee! What a backbreaker! Piston lets Hiroshi drop to the mat and now McShain goes off the ropes. He jumps into the air..a knee right into the small of the back! Mifune is cringing in pain. 
Will: Piston is trying to focus a little on the back now. 
(Piston goes for an elbow drop but Mifune rolls out of the way. As both wrestlers reach there feet Mifune catches him with a kick to the gut followed by a swinging neckbreaker) 
Phil: Incredible resilience displayed by Mifune. Mifune showing some offense now, runs off the ropes�.HURRICANE DDT! Quick cover. 
1...... 
2........ 
Will: McShain slides the shoulder up, barely even got a two count that time. 
Phil: Mifune waiting for Mcshain to get up, he�s standing behind him and measuring him up. 
Alex: Coward 
Phil: Dropkick to the back of the knees, Mcshain almost went off his feet. Legsweep by Mifune! Down goes Mcshain! But Mifune is picking him right back up again. Quick poke to the eyes by McShain. 
Will: McShain really sinking low there.Phil: Piston with a whip into the--no, Mifune turned it around and he whips �Hurricane� into the turnbuckle. Now Hiroshi charges in..knee lift right to the jaw! Piston falls face first into the mat! Hiroshi is climbing to the top!Will: What is he gonna do here?! 
Alex: Maybe he will jump off the top rope.. 
Phil: [Sigh..] Mifune is now on the top, facing out towards the crowd!! Looks like a moonsault.. 
Will: Piston is up..he sweeps the legs off Mifune right out from under his feet! 
Alex: Piston grabs Mifune�he lifts him over his head�he runs.. 
Phil: Running POWERBOMB!! WHAT IMPACT!! 
Will: McShain hooks the leg!!1�2� 
Alex: Shoulder up!! Mifune with a shoulder up off the mat! Why am I so excited, I hate these guys. 
Phil: Rights and lefts by Mcshain now, really laying into him. Picks Mifune up�MILITARY PRESS SLAM! Oh the power. 
Will: That move takes more raw power than any I can think of. 
Alex: I�d still expect more from �The longest reigning TV champ in SCCW history�. 
Will: The referees attention is diverted momentarily�.kick to the groin by Mcshain! Once again he picks up Mifune.Alex: �Hurricane� is taking Mifune into the corner again, and he lines him up..Mifune catches him with a boot in the face as he came in! Piston falls backwards, flat on his back. 
Phil: Mifune sees the oppurtunity and climbs to the top rope, PISTON WAS PLAYING POSSEUM! McShain to his feet and he runs to the ropes and hops up into the middle turnbuckle. Piston punches Mifune in the gut, and again. Will: Piston throw the arm over his head!! He climbs onto the top turnbuckle..OH MY!!! SUUUUPER PLEEXXX!!! 
Phil: Cover..1� 
2� 
3�.. 
NO! 
Will: A very close call. Mcshain is not pleased with the referees rate of count. 
Alex: He better look out, Mifune from behind� 
Phil: SUPERKICK! Right to the back of the head. Mcshain went down like a ton of bricks. As Piston slowly staggers to his feet Mifune delivers a beatutiful flying lariat! Mcshain goes flying over the top-rope and on to the floor. It was no easy task getting that big man out of there. 
(Mifune runs off the opposite ropes, he is obviously about to deliver a high risk move to the floor) 
Alex: This guy is a nutcase� 
Will: Flying Plancha!!!! That just leveled McShain. Mifune Hiroshi up on the ring apron now, big splash onto the fallen Mcshain!Phil: Mifune picking him up, he�s going to send him into the ringpost�McShain reverses�OH THE IMPACT! Flesh on steel. Mcshain rolls into the ring very slowly. Mifune in right after him, Mchsain ducks under a lariat. Short powerbomb on Hiroshi! What action! 
Will: Mchsain with an irish whip, lowers his head�sunset flip counter by Mifune. Doesn�t even get a one count. Both men spring to there feet, Mcshain charges and levels Mifune with a lariat. 
Alex: Go Mcshain! I want this to be over! 
Phil: (another sigh) Mcshain with another chokehold. He lets go just in time, he�s just asking for a dq here. Mcshain seems quite confindent with himself�uh oh.(And with that McShain has dropped Hiroshi on his head with a vicious piledriver. Hiroshi is not moving) 
Phil: OH GOD! What is Mcshain doing now? He is dragging Mifune out of the ring. 
(After a few seconds they are outside the ring, Mcshain is removing the padding�to reveal cold, hard concrete.) 
Will: He�s setting him up for another piledriver, this could end his career. (pause) Wait a sec, Kenji from behind! He�s got Piston�s attention. He releases the hold. 
Alex: That Kenji is a bit of a slippery fellow�.I like it 
Phil: The ref is checking on one Mifune Hiroshi. Wait a second! With the official�s back turn Kenji just popped Mcshain with the cain. Not to mention Sundown getting a stomp or two in. Mifune back up, advancing over to Mcshain. Running spin kick again! You could just hear the impact. Scoop slam by Hiroshi, oh no he�s not�Will: It appears he is indeed going to the top rope. It is a huge drop to the floor. 
(Mifune Hiroshi leaps, delivers a Asai moonsault) 
Alex: Holy s(bleep)t!Phil: That was spectacular. It seems Hiroshi is getting a second burst of energy. Tries to pick Mcshain up�he can�t�Mcshain falls right on top of him! My god. Now it�s Mcshain that is quickly to his feet. 
Will: What endurance by these two fantastic athletes. 
Phil: Piston grabs a video wire and wraps it around Hiroshi�s neck! He is choking the life out of the cruiserweight champ. Piston now drags Mifune with that cable around his neck, he is bringing him over here towards us, folks!(Piston drags Mifune past the announcers table and to the spanish announce table.) 
Will: Those poor guys never get a break, do they.. 
Alex: They don�t deserve one.. 
Phil: McShain tosses Mifune onto the announce table and the Spanish announcers clear a path! Piston now jumps up on the table and joins Hiroshi!! Piston pulls Mifune up..OH!! 
Alex: BLATANT!! A blatant kick below the belt..I LOVE IT!Will: Piston hooks both arms�he lifts Mifune up..SPINS!! (CRASSSH!!) 
Phil: HURRICANE DROP!!! SPINNING DOUBLE ARM DDT!! BOTH MEN CRASH THROUGH THE TABLE! EVERYONE IS DOWN! THAT�S THE DAMNDEST THING I�VE EVER SEEN! 
Alex: You play by play guys get to hyper. I can�t believe Mcshain can even get up but he does. The ref has lost control of this one. 
Will: With both men on there feet�Mcshain picks him up�.and drops him across the guard rail! Mcshain now rolls back into the ring. He�s looking rather confident, he showed such a serious demeanor earlier. 
Alex: My man Piston won�t let me down though. He�s alwa�(cut off)Will: I thought you said that you hated him too? 
Alex: I�ve changed my mind, I love this guy!Phil: Hiroshi up on the apron now, Mcshain approaches to suplex him back in�right hands by Hiroshi, staggering Mcshain, Springboard dropkick!!!! He goes for the cover� 
1�. 
2� 
thre�NO! 
Phil: I thought he had him, I really did. A few kicks by Hiroshi to the stomach, here is Hiroshi with a running cross body. He does not go for a pin, instead gets up and starts to stomp a mudhole in him. 
Alex: Cheap shots! 
Will: Mcshain starts to get up�..LOW BLOW BY MCSHAIN! This guy is trying to win this anyway he can. Mcshain up quickly, HURRICAN DROP! Will the drama never end? Here is a cover� 
1�. 
2� 
FOOT ON THE ROPES!! FOOT ON THE ROPES! 
(Mcshain is livid now) 
Alex: That was a three! (holding up three fingers) 
Phil: I wouldn�t speak so fast, Mcshain sends Mifune into the ropes, Mcshain misses a lariat, Mifune comes back�hurricanrana into a pin! 
1� 
2� 
HE WON IT!!!! 
Will: No he didn�t�.Mifune BARELY got the shoulder up. 
Alex: Damn right, Mifune again running against the ropes big back bodydrop by my man Mcshain! 
Phil: Great counter there, Mcshain now continues the offense, reverse Russian legsweep! 
(A blatent chokehold is applied) 
Alex: Don�t let go of that foreigner! 
(Piston Mcshain releases the hold at the count of three seconds, the ref is admonishing him heavily) 
Phil: Mcshain picks up Hiroshi again, powerbomb position�.is this the Eye of the Storm? 
Will: Fortunatley for Mifune it isn�t�Shoulder breaker, and a doozy. 
Alex: Did you just say Doozy? 
Phil: (ignoring Will and Alex�s conversation) Mchshain is lining him up for something�HE MISSED THE LEGDROP! Now is Hiroshi�s big chance. 
(Both men get to there feet at the same time, Mcshain runs at Hiroshi, me misses going face first into the turnbuckle.) 
Will: What a miss! Mifune charging now�.CART WHEEL HAND SPRING SPLASH! Mcshain sinks into the corner, Mifune Hiroshi uses all his strength to set Mcshain up on the second turnbuckle. Mifune climping up now�he appears to be going for a top rope hurricanrana. He�s in position. Here it is�he could win it with this. 
(Mcshain counters with a top rope sit down powerbomb, the crowd roars, not because they like Mcshain, but the power of the move) 
Phil: THAT SHOOK THE MAT!!! IT SHOOK IT! 
Will: Now Mcshain puts Hiroshi in position for the eye of the Storm�.another counter�Hiroshi rolls over the top. BUT MCSHAIN CATCHES HIM! HURRICANE DROP�HURRICANE DROP!!!! 
1� 
2�. 
THREEEE!!!!!!! 
[DING DING DING] 
Announcer: The winner and NEW #1 contender for the Gambler's Heritage Championship...PISTTTTTONNNN MCSHAIIIINNNNNN!!!! 
Phil: PISTON MCSHAIN HAS WON THE MATCH! PISTON WINS! 
Alex: I love it! But it looks like someone isn�t too happy� 
(Kenji slides a chair into the ring, Hiroshi comes too. He stands up with the chair in hand�Mcshain�s back is turned) 
Alex: Turn around buddy! 
(THWAACK!!!!) 
Phil: My god! He just dented that chair over Piston�s back!! He gets in a few more shot with that thing. Danny Sundown with a shot to the back also! Carnage. Get the damn security out here!(Hiroshi and company exits as a few refs come from the back. He grabs his cruiserweight title and leaves) 
Phil: Well what can we possibly do for an encore of that match? 
[COMMERCIAL] 
(Suddenly, Vangelis' eerie tunes of "Conquest of Paradise" plays over the public address system, and the arena dims to darkness. Sizzling blue lightning bolts flash from the arena top, and many a cigarette lighter sparks to life. The curtains part, and Sengir steps into the aisle from the backstage area. He is wearing black combat jeans with a blue lightning bolt on his right leg and his name in bloodied crimson lettering on his left. His upper body is bare, showing his tattooed upper body: a black horse engulfed in flames on his right arm, and a heart pierced by a dagger on his left. His face is painted white, with a red rose painted on the forehead. His long black hair is hanging freely down his shoulders, and he is wearing golden hoops in both ears. Sengir waits for the fans' cheers to calm down, then slowly marches down the aisle. He slaps some hands on the way down, then enters the ring beneath the ropes and grabs the house microphone) 
Sengir (cynical): "Ain't that great? After being screwed from SCCW over and over again for the tag belts and the Cruiserweight title, they finally decide to give me some three way match against two guys who I've never heard of before for some second-rate belt. I have to say, POTS or whoever is in charge of this company now, I am mighty impressed!" 
(Crowd pop!) 
Sengir: " - not! POTS, man, just because we're in Vegas doesn't mean you have to get piss drunk and gamble your brains away day-in and day-out, you've got a company to run. People like Blade come in here, creep up your butt to get some main event match, and then leave again for greener pastures while your loyal employees are getting misused and abused in undercards for absolutely nothing! These fans here don't want to see fat chop-and-clothesline no-talents like the Crimson Prophet for an umpteenth time, they want to see high-flyin', bone-breakin' action between _real_ athletes! Remember those days when SCCW could fill arenas without giving free tickets away at Wal-Mart?" 
(Surprised pop from the crowd!) 
Sengir: "A bucket match! A f[BLEEP]ing bucket match! That is the most pathetic excuse for a main event I have ever heard! Why don't you just have Steve Sullivan wrestle Jimmy Steele in a pyjama-and-bunny-slippers match? This is the worst I have ever seen since the Knick Man and some other primate wrestled for the right to wear some basketball jersey!" 
(Some fans start to boo, others seem to be somewhat confused at those words. Sengir walks around the ring, seemingly rather annoyed) 
Sengir: "A Black List match! Come on! Why don't you just kick both of those guys out? Hey, in all honesty - whoever really wants to see Mack Kipper or Nash Brody go and raise your hand!" 
(The fans boo! Very little hands are raised. Sengir smiles and nods) 
Sengir: "Thought so. No if someone please could come out here and explain to me why Hiroshi Mifune is wrestling for a GH-title shot rather than defending his Cruiserweight belt against someone worthy of that strap - me, for example - " 
(LOUD cheers!) 
Sengir: " - POTS, ya listening? Your fans are disgruntled, your employers are disgruntled, and you're a retarded lunatic unable to run this company! I've been a VCW Heavyweight Champion right here in Vegas, I am a three-time World Champion, I have no idea what went on in that pea-sized brain of yours to make me wrestle for a TV title shot!" 
VOICE: Whoa Whoa Whoa...now you finally ticked me off, kid... 
[Standing at the entranceway, POTS, walking with the limp due to his cast, he gingerly makes his way to ringside.] 
Sengir: "Well, if that's your decision, POTS, then the SCCW Television Champion I will become - and I will become the damn best TV champ this place I have ever seen! It's a TV belt? " 
POTS: Y'know what, kid? You don't deserve a TV title shot... 
Phil: Whoa... 
Alex: POTS is laying down the law, tonight... 
POTS: In fact, none of you guys signed in that match for tonight deserve a TV Title shot...But I'm in a giving mood tonight. 
[Sengir looks on, wondering what the deal is...] 
POTS: No no no...I got bigger plans in mind. Y'see, everyone likes HATING me...and I don't blame'm...cause I'm better at everything compared to them...but one thing I DO is give people chances. 
[The crowd has a low hum about them...they are eager to hear what he's getting at at this point.] 
POTS: So at THIS moment, I'm signing a match for NEXT WEEK for you... no silly TV Title contenership...no no... you want to prove your worth in MY company, son...then we'll do that. 
[Sengir Places his arms in the air and starts bringing in the crowd reaaction of cheers.] 
POTS: Yeah...it's gonna be a little threeway dance. From looking at you, I'm sure you like dancing. 
[POTS begins making his way to ringside...he hops up on the apron via the steps, and enters the ring...] 
POTS: Y'see...you aren't the only one bitching and complaining about the way I'm running things, kid...so because of that...I'm giving the three of you little terds the chance to prove your worth to me and the SCCW as a whole. You talk about how I can't make decent matches to sell the shows? Look at you...You are nothing but an inbred tagteam wrestler who can't find his way. But you got ONE chance to get somewhere...cause I am giving it to you. 
[Sengir looks a little irritated at POTS comments, but still looks like he's ready to here what the offer is...] 
POTS: Next show...you face off against Damien Newcastle AND Piston McShain in a threeway dance...and the victor? Oh, he'll get a little taste of the limelight, as down the road, he'll get a chance to win the SCCW Heavyweight Championship... 
[Sengir Pulls the mic away from POTS, who begins getting out of the ring and walking off...he doesn't care what Sengir has left to say, and he totally disrespects the man by just leaving the ring and walking away.] 
Sengir: "It may be good for the ratings, POTS, but it sure won't be good for you, because I will stand right here with that copperweight piece of trash around my waist and show you and your company your errors the hard way. 
(With that, Sengir throws down the mike and exits the ring. "Conquest of Paradise" begins anew, and Sengir makes his way back through the aisle to the backstage area) 
Phil: Wow folks, a match already signed for Next Week...Sengir vs. Newcastle vs. McShain...the winner receiving an SCCW title shot... 
Alex: POTS is giving the crowd what they want...more action. 
[COMMERCIAL] 
Phil: Our next matchup is two of the bigmen in SCCW in what we like to call an Inferno Match. 
Will: The rules are simple. The first man set on fire is the loser. The ring is surrounded by fire... 
Alex: Yeah, Fire Fire fire.... 
Phil: Will you please...The announcer is in the ring waiting for us to be quiet. 
Announcer: Introducing first, a man who needs NO introduction, a man that is KNOWN for making Sin City Championship Wrestling famous... 
[Psychoman from Black Sabbath begins to play] 
Announcer: He is the man that has gotten SCCW over it's "hump" and into a new era. The man that will make this region famous once again. 
[The crowd begins to cheer over the praise] 
Announcer: He will be our special ring announcer for this matchup...Ladies and Gentlemen, the Commissioner of the SCCW...POTTTTTTSSSSSS 
[POTS comes out to a mixed ovation. Signs that can be seen include: "Bring back Vacarro!" "Will work for Food" and "Zamza is POTS brother!" POTS, limping due to the cast on his leg, makes his way to ringside with a crutch. He sits down next to Alex and shakes each gentleman's hand. He throws on a pair of headphones.] 
POTS: Hey yo. What's up boykies? 
Phil: Hello sir, good to have you here. 
Alex: ::cough cough:: kiss ass ::cough cough:: 
Will: POTS, to what do we owe this honor...? 
POTS: Just figured, I'm paying for this little matchup, so I thought what the hell, let's get a better view of the action...and I didn't feel like refereeing this match...too brutal. 
Phil: Hate to interrupt, but the Announcer is ready to introduce the two combatants... 
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing at this time, weighing in at Two-Hundred and Thirty-Four pounds and hailing from Long Island, New York... The Man of IN-finite Holds and the enforcer for the P-O-W... This is... ZAAAAAMMMMMZZZAAAAAAAA!!!!! 
[The crowd waits with anticipation. The lights dim and red and blue spotlights begin whirling around slowly over the crowd. The soft opening guitar of Suicidal Tendencies' "You Can't Bring Me Down" begin over the speaker and the Las Vegas fans began cheering loudly. As the intro continues, the lights pick up speed until they are whirling uncontrollably. As the last note of the introduction holds, the lights stop and holds for a moment. "What the Hell is going on around here!?!?!" yells singer Mike Muir. The house lights burst on as Zamza flies through the curtains to a thunderous applause in front of the Las Vegas crowd. He runs fast down the aisle, his tightly bound dreadlocks flowing as he moves. He wears his usual black Mui-Tui style shorts with a cursive letter "Z" written in dark purple on the sides. He again covers his upper body with a black "National Wrestling Council" t-shirt. Nearing the ring, he slows down, and stops to observe the fire-spewing apparatus surrounding the ring. He smiles and gives an odd look as he touches the apparatus. He rolls in underneath it and stands up quickly in the middle of the ring, raising both arms to a huge ovation. He runs to the corner, steps up to the second turnbuckle and raises a fist into the air. The crowd roars. Zamza goes to the ring announcer and grabs the microphone from him. The announcer looks upset that Zamza didn't ask. Zamza taps the mic.] 
Zamza: 'Now, I know lately within the Council I've become a marked man. Not because I got a title... Not because I screwed no one over... But because I've been telling the truth. Now, all I got to say is this... If you folks think alot of jackasses are making a big deal over nothing... Give me a "HELL YEAH!" 
[The crowd roars. "HELL YEAH!!!!!!"] 
Zamza: That's what I thought. These cocksuckers don't stop to think about what's truly important, do they? And that's coming out here and putting on a good show for the fans... Am I right? Of course I am... So that's why I'm encouraging you guys not to support one bit the products this or any other company sells endorsing at least a few guys. So please, when you head to the concession stand today, support guys that deserve respect. Buy t-shirts that have pictures of myself, Steve Sullivan, Wasted Youth, Tony Pride, Steve Sire, Mr. Sinister, SCCW, HIW, GSW and MWA and any number of guys that deserve respect. DON'T, however, buy into the corporate notion that Hunter Sabuani, Stagminn, Leo Tremane, Vatch Indesson, Damon Hayes, Andrew Pierce or his asshole brother Ray are anything but a cancer on this industry. 
Phil: My god, what he is doing? I think He's maybe gone way too far. 
POTS: Shut up, jackass, this is great... 
Zamza: Now, some of the guys sitting in the front row here, on top of expecting getting real damn hot in a few minutes may have noticed a rather large man sitting amongst them, dressed completely in black. 
[The camera pans over to exactly what Zamza described: A rather large man, dressed completely in black, sitting in the front row.] 
Will: Why didn't we notice him before? 
Alex: I did... You two are just idiots. 
Phil: You did not see him earlier Alex! 
POTS: It's obvious, boys, the monster known as Zamza bought him a ticket. 
Zamza: Now I know I got the PoW on my side, and I know I got my director of recruitment James Hill as well as any posse he's got... But the heat has been so considerable within the past few weeks that someone that is very well known to everyone here has volunteered to act as my own personal bodyguard. Unfortunately, he don't want people to know his identity. Hence the mask. But the fact is, he's here to stay, and he's here to play. So I ain't gonna waste people's time no more BSing... I'm here to fight... And you people are here to SEE a fight, so let's get this shit on... 
Phil: Strong words. 
POTS: Stronger man, dude. 
Will: Can he back those words up with action? 
Alex: Why don't you go ask him? 
Phil: I think it's time for his opponent to make his way to ringside. 
(The lights flicker slightly as the video screen above the entranceway lights up. On the screen, a red stream of light begins to cut a line across the black background. The lights once again flicker as the red light stream suddenly changes direction and looks to be forming the beginnings of a triangle. The lights finally dip to a dim hue of what they were. The red light again changes direction upon the screen. Now the crowd begins to stir as the noticeable markings of The Pentagram can now be noticed easily. The faded face of Toronoff appears in one corner of the screen, then the picture of Leviticus appears opposite to that. The crowd's utter distaste of the view begins to show as the chorus of boos begins. The pictures of Malignance light up simultaneously as the red stream of light almost complete the diagram. The harsh sounds of Anthrax's 'Killing Box' begin to pour through the sound system. As the last line of the Pentagram is cut into the black background of the video screen, the grisly picture of Crimson Prophet appears on the screen.) 
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen... Representing Pentegram... 
(Prophet appears at the runway holding the tattered remains of a once proud American flag with victim scrawled across it. Almost immediately he is barraged with every form of garbage that the fans can wield easily. Prophet starts to make his way down towards the ringside, insulting and spitting on the fans as he goes. The video screen in the background flips through a series of graphic photos from the past of Crimson Prophet as he walks to ringside. The 'Blessing by Fire' lighting up Dread Saxon.... The infamous handshake between Wildebeest and Prophet as Prophet, bloodied and battered wins the SCCW Heavyweight crown... The SCCW officials trying to stop Prophet from choking the referee... And a multitude of people pulling the bloodied bodies of Prophet away from Armageddon...) 
(As Prophet reaches the ring, he begins have quite heated conversation with one of the ringside attendants. As the yelling intensifies, Prophet takes the flag he is carrying and wraps it around the attendant's head. Then grabbing him by his shirt he pushes the hooded attendant back down towards the entrance way. Security rushes towards Prophet, but he just climbs up onto the ring apron and spits at them as they approach. Climbing up the the top turnbuckle, Prophet stares to the ceiling and then points to the sky. A flash of flame engulfs the air above the ring. As Prophet jumps down into the ring, the fire disappears and the house lights raise back up again...) 
Announcer: CRIMMMMMSONNNNN PROPHHHETTTTTT! 
SCCW #1 Contender Match 
INFERNO MATCH 
Zamza 
vs. 
Crimson Prophet 
POTS: Gotta hand it to the guy, he knows how to get the crowd interested. 
Phil: What's he doing? 
Will: I think he's setting up the... 
[Thoom!] 
POTS: Go Zamza! 
[Zamza has speared Prophet right out of the ring, sending both men crashing to the floor.] 
Phil: This one is supposed to be fought INSIDE THE RING! 
Alex: Matches are not fun when they are INSIDE the ring... 
Phil: I hate you...literally... 
POTS: Guys guys...call the action, don't bitch. 
[Prophet being lifted up by Zamza, only to lowblow him, sending Zamza back down to his knees] 
Will: Obviously illegal manuever...however, this match hasn't even officially begun, since the fire isn't on. 
POTS: My kinda match, boys...two guys, killing each other before the bell... probably till AFTER the bell... 
Phil: Prophet now putting boots to chest of Zamza...Zamza doesn't even look like he's feeling them...He's getting up to his feet. Prophet is now punching the man... 
POTS: Alex, does this guy EVER let you speak? 
Alex: No...In fact, they rarely let me sit at the same table. 
[Prophet, laying lefts and rights into Zamza, who's just shrugging them off. He begins to smile.] 
Will: I don't believe this. Has anyone ever shrugged off the fists of the Crimson Prophet before? 
Phil: Not even Dread Saxon. 
POTS: Bah...I think Saxon should come to where the action is and show how much of a man he is...I hope he's watching. 
Will: Hey, where'd that guy in the black outift go? 
POTS: Dunno, wasn't my turn to watch him... 
Phil: Well, I think it's obvious that Prophet has two guys to worry about here. 
Alex: Wouldn't security be worried about a large guy in black? 
Will: Thats a good question, Alex. 
Phil: Wow, we are all in agreeance... 
POTS: Not me...I think you guys all ought to do your damn jobs. 
Phil: Okay...Prophet was just backbodydropped into the crowd as he came running at a fallen Zamza... 
Will: Zamza now climbing out into the crowd as well, and this match still HAS NOT BEGUN! 
Alex: Yeah, someone wake me up when these two old guys start some serious moves outside the ring. 
POTS: These two guys are finally locking up...A knee to the gut of Zamza and Prophet scoops him up...This ought to make a nice sound. 
Phil: Bodyslam onto the concrete. Prophet picking Zamza up by the dreadlocks, now...he's trying to set him up for a piledriver, but... 
Will: He can't get the leverage and Zamza backbodydrops him onto the cement floor again...Zamza picks him up and grabs Prophet by the head...he's telling fans to get out of the way...their up to the non-movable chair area of the complex now... 
Phil: The fans now running in all direction from out of their seats as 
these men are fighting all through the crowd! 
Alex: It's like the parting of the Red Sea out there! 
Phil: Zamza now a few rows higher then Prophet, and he stands up on the arms of one of those chairs! What's he doing? 
Will: FLYING CLOTHESLINE! Both men hitting hard into the row behind them! 
Phil: And Zamza is back up! He's really trying to prove a point here and take any and all risks he can! 
Alex: Zamza motioning to the fans on the aisle to evacuate their seats, and they'll gladly do it to let these guys put on a show. 
Will: Fans now getting out of the way, and Zamza's... Well, he's laying Crimson Prophet out on the seats... And Prophet's head is sticking out into 
the aisle! 
Phil: Zamza now climbing back up two rows, and... No! He wouldn't! 
Alex: Of course he would! The name of the game is to win at all costs, not pussy out and don't do anything effective... 
POTS: THIS is what the fans pay to see at our shows... 
Phil: Zamza standing on the arms to the end seat... He signals to the fans... and... 
Will: GUILLOTINE LEG DROP!!! ZAMZA JUST DECAPITATED CRIMSON PROPHET!!! 
POTS: Don't be so melodramatic, Will...it's only a fleshwound. 
Phil: Both men laid up in the stairwell! And the fans are ABSOLUTELY LOVING THIS!!! Listen to them! They can't believe what they're seeing here! 
[Zamza rolls over and begins to get up...Prophet is still motionless.] 
Will: That was an INCREDIBLE MOVE from the man of INfinite holds. I wonder what's next in his repetoire. 
POTS: You an' me both. 
[Zamza, now up to his feet, begins moving towards Prophet, now pulling him up by the head...he's putting Prophet's head between his legs and setting him up...] 
POTS: This is gonna hurt. 
Phil: MASSIVE POWERBOMB onto the folding chairs! Prophet lays motionless STILL, what is wrong with Zamza?! Prophet needs some medical attention, seriously! 
POTS: Quit whining... 
Alex: Yeah, you are ruining the show, Phil. 
[Zamza picks up Prophet and throws him over his shoulder. He begins walking back towards the ring. Fans slapping him on the back, yelling, screaming, it's obvious this is what they want more of.] 
[As he makes his way back to the guardrail, he hops over and places Prophet down on a chair...] 
Will: This looks like its gonna hurt somebody. 
Phil: Zamza, finally getting back to ringside hops to the top rope...Prophet is still out...sitting on that chair. 
Alex: OOH OOH! 
POTS: This is gonna be sweet... 
Phil: Zamza now motioning to the crowd, who start to cheer. 
Will: He's wasting time... 
Alex: What's it matter? Prophet has been out cold for five minutes now... 
[Zamza leaps off the top rope...] 
POTS: OH MY! 
Phil: Prophet moved, Prophet moved! 
Will: Zamza went cross-body blocking right into that steel chair...he's on the ground holding his stomach. He doesn't look like he's moving too well. 
POTS: Come on...get up...beat that Arabs ass! 
Phil: Prophet, now up and moving, grabs...what is THAT?! 
Will: It looks to be a slushee?! 
Alex: HAHAHA! Killer! 
POTS: Time for some cold refreshment! 
Phil: Prophet just ICEED Zamza...how humiliating... 
[Prophet, now reaching down under the ring and grabbing a broom and pulling out some other objects...] 
Phil: This does not look good for Zamza... 
[THWACK!] 
Will: Zamza just got nailed with the broom, which is now in two pieces... 
Phil: Prophet now leaning back down, grabbing a chair. He turns and begins to walk towards Zamza... 
Alex: I love it...I want BLOOD! BLOOD! 
Phil: Zamza in some trouble as he's taken some big hits from Prophet and... 
OH MY GOD! WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?! 
Alex: Prophet just got decked by a chair! It was Zamza's masked bodyguard! 
Will: Prophet could've really gotten ahead and this man just leveled him! 
Alex: Well, he is Zamza's bodyguard! 
Phil: The masked man now throwing Prophet over the railing onto the 
ringside area now... He's now helping up Zamza, but... What's he doing? 
Will: The masked man has picked up Zamza for what looks like an atomic 
drop... Is he turning on him? Has Zamza been double-crossed? 
Alex: Not likely... Zamza wouldn't align himself with someone he couldn't 
trust. 
Phil: I don't know... The masked man has Zamza up high now... That guy's 
HUGE... and... NO! ZAMZA THROWN ONTO PROPHET WITH A LEG DROP! 
Will: He threw him over the guardrail and down HARD onto Crimson Prophet! 
POTS: This is interesting...The match still ain't even begun... 
Phil: Well, I wish these two would get back in the ring... 
Alex: I wish they'd just GET in the ring... 
Will: I'm with ya there, Alex. 
[Zamza, now, slowly getting up himself, grabbing Prophet and throwing him back over the guardrail. He hops over himself and lifts Prophet up for what looks like it's gonna be a headbutt...] 
Phil: Oh My! Prophet just threw a fireball at Zamza! But he did not catch on fire! 
POTS: That ain't the only thing that caught a little flame...as you can tell...the ring has finally gone up in flames... 
Will: Well, this match shouldn't take much longer since now it's only going to take one man getting near the ring to lose this match. 
Alex: MANNNNN, this stinks...I want action. 
Phil: Prophet now whipping Zamza backfirst into the fire apparatus...the flame shoots up. 
Will: Wow. 
POTS: That's why these guys are the pros... 
Phil: Zamza down hard...Prophet going under the ring here...I think he's got a... 
Will: That's a Ladder! Maybe they'll use that to finally get in the ring?! 
Alex: Maybe they'll use it to bludgeon each other?! 
POTS: THat's the ladder for tonight's main event...This is gonna be interesting now that the flame is engulfing the ring. 
Phil: Prophet, kicking Zamza a couple times while setting up the ladder. I think he's going to attempt getting into the ring now... 
Will: Well that would seem like it's the case, he IS climbing it. 
Alex: Wait look! Zamza's up! He's climbing the otherside of the ladder! They're up top of the ladder. 
Phil: This is insane...both men are delivering punches towards each other. They are both gonna kill themselves! 
POTS: I remember my ladder match with Sullivan...They are some of the hardest matches to ever agree to be in...they are just plain brutal... 
Phil: Well, the ladder is starting to tip... 
Alex: TIMMMMMBER! 
[KEEERRRRASSSSHHHH! The ladder falls towards the ring and both men tumble to the inside...] 
DING DING DING! 
POTS: FINALLY, the match has begun! 
Phil: Heck, this match is almost OVER! 
Alex: What're you talking about, these two still got plenty of fight left in them. 
POTS: I love this...this is the kind of action we need. 
[Zamza and Prophet, both finally starting to stir...both up to their feet at almost the same time...Collar and elbow tieup...Prophet nails Zamza with a knee to the chest. He whips him into the ropes...as Zamza's on his way back, Prophet kicks him in the chest and sets him up for a Suplex. Zamza's feet land on the fire, and he's quick to move them.] 
Phil: Wow, we almost had a winner right there, but Zamza quick to realize... 
Alex: FIRE BADDDD! 
POTS: Yer a nut. 
[Prophet continuing the assault. Gutwrench Suplex.] 
Phil: I daresay that Prophet seems to get better as the match struggles on... 
Will: Well that seems evident. 
POTS: I wouldn't count out Zamza yet, folks, or that bodyguard of his... 
Alex: I want to see some blood. 
POTS: Yeah yeah... 
Phil: Prophet whips Zamza into the corner...no reversal... 
Will: What's that masked man doing? He's now under the ring! 
Alex: Maybe he's looking to grab a microphone. 
Phil: As these two are at it in the ring, the masked man is pulling out atable and setting it up outside here on the floor! 
Phil: Crimson Prophet is slunched up in the corner and Zamza's... Well he's... 
Alex: Spit it out dummy. Zamza's using Prophet as a ladder to get to the top turnbuckle. 
Phil: Prophet now coming to. He's climbing to get to Zamza... Zamza with a jab... Prophet still climbing! 
Will: Zamza's trying to fight off Prophet, but he's still coming! Prophet now at the top rope! Prophet with a jab! Zamza with a jab! Prophet! Zamza! Prophet! Zamza! 
Alex: Tastes Great! 
Will: Less Filling! [Pause] Hey!! 
Phil: Zamza's hooking him up... OH MY GOD!!! SUPERPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE THROUGH THE TABLE!!! And BOTH men are out! That was crazy!!! Both men crashing through the table and right onto the concrete floor! 
Will: Someone could be seriously injured! We need a medical team out here immediately! 
Alex: Shut up, jackass... These guys are pros and they're not going to let a little thing like an injury end a chance at a title shot. 
POTS: How the hell are they gonna get back in the ring THIS TIME?! 
Phil: I don't know, but I think it's evident that these two want to keep it outside... 
Alex: Who is that MASKED MAN?! 
Will and Phil: Shut UP! 
POTS: Since all you are complaining, I'll call some action. I respect both these guys in the ring, but I'll tell you what...they are two of the craziest sons of bitches I know and have ever been in the same ring with... neither man is moving... 
Phil: POTS, we've sorta got a ruckus going on around the westwing... 
Will: Yeah, a swarm? What is that? 
Alex: Get a camera on it! 
[A Man wearing a fireman's outfit is running through the crowd. It is unknown who the man is.] 
[The crowd begins cheering. The camera swings to the entrance way.] 
Phil: Looks like we got company! 
Alex: Yeah who is that guy?!?!?! 
POTS: Someone get SECURITY! 
[The figure is wearing a red suit with a fire hat. He is weilding one heck of a fire Extinguisher. He hops over the guardrail and pulls a large fireextinguisher off his back...] 
POTS: Who the hell is THAT?! 
[The man begins to fire the extinguisher onto one side of the ring, thus knocking out the flame. As he's about to turn to the next side of the ring, he begins to take his fireman's mask off...to reveal that he is...] 
Alex: It is the "Fire Marshall" Steve Seductive!! 
[Security rushes Seductive before he can begin extinguishing more of the flame.] 
Phil: Well, now both men have a way into the ring...they've been brawling while Mr. Seductive made his way to ringside. 
[As Security takes Seductive away, they walk him past where Zamza and Prophet are throwing punches. Seductive slithers out of their grips and dives at Prophet...] 
Phil: Don't you think you ought to suspend him or something, POTS? 
POTS: Nah, I actually like the kid, now...he's at least going after the right guy... 
Will: Well, it does appear as though security is going to finally get this Seductive out of here... 
Phil: Zamza now taking control again, nailing a BIG NIGHTMAREPLEX on Prophet outside the ring...he's picking him back up, and they're going back inside the ring...he's whipping him into the ring...Prophet's back goes in hard... 
Will: But unfortunately, that side of the ring's fire has gone out...So Prophet gets away lucky from that one. 
POTS: That damn Seductive nuisance! 
Phil: What's Zamza doing!? He's...playing the crowd... 
Will: That's a rookie error...he shouldn't be doing that... 
Alex: Hey, Prophet's grabbing something outta his boot... 
POTS: What's he getting?! 
Phil: Hey! That looks like LIGHTER FLUID! 
Will: Prophet has just sprayed lighter fluid all over Zamza! I don't even think Zamza knows it... 
Alex: This is gonna be like a BAR B QUE! 
[Both men lock up again, Zamza grabbing Prophet and hitting him with a massive belly to belly suplex...] 
POTS: DON'T GO NEAR THE FIRE! 
[Zamza picks Prophet up and slams him into the side of the ring without fire...] 
Phil: Does Zamza Know? 
Will: Prophet seems to be enjoying this. He knows that if Zamza gets near the fire, this match is over... 
POTS: This is finally gettin good... 
Will: Crushing German suplex by Zamza... He just folded Prophet up like an 
accordion! 
Phil: Zamza now motioning to the masked bodyguard outside of the ring... 
What's he telling him? 
Alex: He's telling him to give him a table... 
Will: How do you know? 
Phil: Because he's getting a table, Will... Come on... I'm not a mean guy, 
but that's pretty damn obvious... 
Alex: I may like you yet, Phil. 
Phil: The masked man sliding the table into the ring, and the fans are 
going nuts... They're expecting something big. 
Will: Zamza setting up the table in the middle of the ring... He's now got 
Crimson Prophet, and he's just carrying him! 
Phil: Zamza hoists Prophet up onto the top turnbuckle... What's he going 
for here, a superplex? 
Alex: He IS the "Man of Infinite Holds"... Maybe he'll show us one of them 
here... 
Phil: Zamza climbing up now, and punching Prophet the whole time... He 
doesn't want to take any chance and lose this match... 
Will: Zamza to the top turnbuckle... Frankensteiner? 
Alex: I see... This is going to be brutal... 
Phil: Zamza cinching him up for... Oh my!!! 
Will: SPINNING TOP-ROPE POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!!! 
POTS: Zamza better watch it, that fluid on him is enough to start a bonfire. 
Will: He is realizing that this isn't a pinfall match now...he picks Prophet up...He begins to whip him into the ropes... 
Phil: REVERSAL! Zamza's going in.... 
Alex: NO! ANOTHER REVERSAL... 
Will: And as the Crimson Prophet hits the ropes... 
Phil: The man in black grabbed his leg...That dude is NUTS! 
POTS: Prophet's catching on fire! THIS MATCH IS OVER! 
[DING DING DING!] 
Announcer: The winner of this match, and NEW #1 Contender for the SCCW Heavyweight Title! The man of IN-Finite Holds.....ZAAAAAMMMMMMZZZZZAAAAA!!! 
POTS: Well guys, I best be going, it's been fun, really...let me know if you need anything... 
[POTS knocks off his headphones, walks up next to Zamza, holds his arm high, and he, Zamza and the man in Black all begin to walk off...] 
[COMMERCIAL] 
Will: Well, it's obvious that SOMEONE here was showing favortism...we've got EMTs looking at Prophet, and though we've heard the initial prognosis is good, one can never be certain... 
Phil: Well guys, it's easy to see its time for our next matchup... 
SCCW Heavyweight Title Match 
J C Novastar 
vs. 
Steve "Snake Eyes" Sullivan (c)

NWC World Title Bucket of Truth Match 
Jimmy "Superfly" Steele 
vs. 
Avalon Britton (c) 
Phil: We are setting up for our main event, the bucket o' truth ladder match; unique stipulations for this one Will... 
Will: That's right Phil, three buckets will be raised above the ring, one of them containing the belt, the other containing something else ... 
[As the stips are explained they are set up in the ring. Three buckets are attached to to hooks and the cables raise, taking the buckets to their respective spots.] 
Will: ...And after that the regular ladder match rules apply. First man to grab the bucket with the belt in it is the World champ. 
[Camera cuts and shows us the large yellow ladder standing in the middle of the aisle on the entrance way. We cut again and see that there is a second ladder laying farther up by the curtain itself.] 
Alex: Any word what is in the mystery buckets? 
Will: No idea Alex, could be anything, a foreign object, anything. 
Alex: I'm hoping its pee. 
Phil: You are a gross little... 
Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen It is time for our MAINNN EVENNNT! The very first and probably last bucket of truth match in NWC history, three buckets have been hoisted above the ring; one of those buckets contains the prize. That prize is the highest honor in the sport, that prize is the NWC World championship belt! 
[Crowd cheers, pause] 
Ring Announcers: And now the Combatants, first the challenger representing Sin City Championship Wrestling... He is the SCCW Gamblers Heritage Champion, and also the quote- unquote "NWC" Champion. He comes to the ring tonight accompanied by Lady 
Artemis and representing the Ordinary People and SCCW, he hails from Parts 
Unknown, USA. He stands at six feet and five inches, and weighs in at a trim 248 pounds.... 
["I'll Stick Around" by the Foo Fighters begins to blare over the speakers of Caesar's Palace as the SCCW Gambletron lights up with scenes from Steele's most brutal matches. The crowd begins to go insane as the green strobelights begin to flicker on the entranceway.] 
Ring Announcer: Truly the most Suicidal, Homicidal, and Genocidal Man Alive, 
he is SUPERFLYYYYY... JIMMMMMMY... STEEEEEELE!!! 
[ Suddenly, the curtains part and out runs Steele, halting on the ramp to soak up the adulation of his fans. He wears a black "Superfly" Logo shirt, a pair of jeans ripped 
off at the knee, and his lime green Doc Martens. Around his waist rest the "NWC" belt and the Gamblers Heritage Belt, buch in the way that Rob Van Dam wears his. He motions to the back, and out steps Lady Artemis, carrying the famed Bucket of Truth with her, clad in her usual black attire.] 
Phil: This crowd is going crazy, we definitely know who the fan's choice is. Predictions? 
Will: I have to go for the home town boy, Jimmy Steele is going to bring the NWC World Championship to SCCW. 
Alex: No, Avalon Britton is a polished athlete that knows his craft. He will be no match for Jimmy Steele who HAS NO wreslting skill and makes up for it by being a maniac; a maniac is no match for a true artist. 
Phil: Traitor... 
Alex: Eat me... 
[The crowd pops wildly for Steele. Jimmy stands for a moment sucking in the reception, presently he grins, then the two make their way down to the ring, where Steele takes his seat on the top turnbuckle.] 
[The Ring announcer waits a little for the crowd to dies down before he introduces Britton] 
Ring Announcer: And his opponent... 
[Crowd boos loudly, another pause so that the introduction isn't drowned out.] 
Ring Announcer: He is the NWC WORLD CHAMPION! He stands 6 foot even, and tips the scales to 250 pounds.... 
[Major heel heat rushes from the audience as the first chords of "Powertrip" by Monster Magnet begin to play over the loudspeakers. All eyes turn to the entrance aisle.] 
#Who's gonna teach you how to dance? 
Who's gonna show you how to fly? 
Who's gonna call you on the lame-dope-smoking, 
Slackin' little sucker you are?# 
Ring Announcer: Representing Lonestar State Wrestling... 
[As the guitars, bass, and drums kick into full, fireworks immediately explode out of two miniature cannons by the entrance to the building. They race into the sky, bursting loudly into a shower of golden sparks. In an amazing display, the sparks form the outline of an outstretched hand.] 
#Who's gonna get you from behind? 
Who's gonna ring your little bell? 
Who's gonna call ya when your buying it-television, 
Circle-revolution, they sell?# 
Ring Announcer: From St. Paul Minnesota... 
[The curtain parts and as the gambletron shows the champion backstage making his way toward the entrance way. He is dressed in his ring attire, including the black bandanna around his head, black trunks, black vest, and a pair of designer sunglasses covering his eyes. He smiles smugly, no doubt he can hear the crowd calling for his head already.] 
#When are you gonna blow the game? 
When are you gonna blow the screen? 
When will you tell them that the crap doesn't last 
And you found a way to make your own dreams 
The crap doesn't last and found a way to make yourself scream# 
Ring announcer: ladies and gentleman the Champion "Excellence in Ebony".... 
AVAAALOOON BRIIIIITOOOON!!! 
[The champ appears and the crowd starts immediately starts to chant "JIM-MY JIM-MY JIM-MY" Britton slips the shades down the bridge of his nose and peers over the frames, he laughs and shakes his head. Beginning his trek to the ring. Some cups and what not are being tossed at him, most of them are no where close. The close ones are swatted aside by Britton. He reaches the ring steps, he pushes the shades back up over his eyes] 
#Well I died a million times 
And I picked my culture well 
And I built myself again 
They can all now go to hell# 
[He pauses a moment and then climbs the steps, still smiling. The chant has changed from "JIM-MY" to "BRITTON SUCKS! BRITTON SUCKS!!" The Champ walks past Steele without even acknowledging his challenger. Britton stands in the middle of the ring and raises his arms presenting himself to the crowd. He laughs more at their chants.] 
[Britton carefully removes his sunglasses, and folds them, he hands them to the ring announcer who takes them not quite sure what to do with them. Britton waves for him to leave and walks to his corner, for the first time he sizes up Steele; he simply smirks and shakes his head.] 
[DING DING DING] 
Phil: And we are officially underway, it took Britton long enough to get in the ring. 
Alex: Well, he figured since he didn't make us watch any interviews this week he'd give us an extra long entrance so that we could get our fix. 
Phil: Right...Steele to the center of the ring and the two circle eachother. Steele goes to lock up, Britton smacks him in the face and laughs, what an insult! 
Alex: HAHAHAHA, Genius! That's why he is the champ. 
Will: Cause he slapped Steele? 
Alex: That's enough out of you funboy, one more outburst and I'll beat you like Britton is going to beat Steele. 
Phil: Again Steele looks to lock up, AGAIN! Britton slaps him again, Britton laughs...STEEL CHARGES! FLYING FOREARM!!! Britton on the ground as Steele to his feet. Britton rolls out of the ring, oh boy the crowd doesn't like that. 
[The crowd screams the Britton sucks chant again as Britton forces the ref to check Steele for foreign objects, Steele raises his arms as he is patted down.] 
Phil: This is an obvious stall tactic.... Britton waiting 'till the referee is patting down Steele; BRITTON SLIDES INTO THE RING! He CHARGES THROUGH STEELE! The two on the ground, Britton with a barrage of rights and lefts to Jimmy's face! Britton to his feet, pulling Steele up by the hair, Irish whip...DROPKICK! Steele stumbles backward and Britton jumps to his feet and charges...LARIAT! Steele down in a heep! Britton stops and mugs for the crowd as they let him know just what they think of him. 
Will: You'd think that a smart wreslter like Britton would keep his concentration. 
Alex: He's against a guy that talks to Elvis, how much concentration does he need? 
Phil: Steele to his feet, knife edged shop by Britton, another, and another....Britton with an Irish whip sending Steele into the corner, Britton charges...Oooooo!! Steele raises a leg and Britton stumbles backward. Steele's turn to charge, he grabs Britton and gives him an atomic drop...Britton stumbles forward farther, Steele with a DROPKICK! Britton over the ropes and out of the ring! 
Will: We are in Jimmy Steele country now. 
Alex: Pah...Britton just has to make Steele look good, Schukar doesn't want Steele to win but he doesn't want Steele to be made to look like too much of a fool; it makes all of us in SCCW look bad. 
Phil: Steele off of the ropes and charges...SUICIDE DIVE!! OOOOO!!! Into Britton, they both fly into the railing and someone is already bleeding! 
Alex: Its Steele the moron, he hurt himself just as bad as he hurt Britton. 
Phil: Steele however to his feet first he stands over Britton...low blow! Jimmy Bends down having been hit in the....the...the 
Alex: Nads! 
Will: Privates! 
Phil: Nuts...Britton up and gives Steele a quick DDT. Britton drops an elbow and screams in Jimmy's ear while punching him in the kidneys, Britton off of Steele and grabs some audio wire...he is choking Steele! 
Alex: Its all legal today... 
Phil: Steele struggling as Britton tightens the grip...Steele is turning blue! SOMEONE RELEASE THE HOLD! MAKE BRITTON STOP!! 
[Steele in desperation sends an elbow back and busts Britton in the nose, Britton lets go and stumbles back holding his nose, blood seeps out] 
Phil: Steele falls forward onto his face, Britton angrily uses his bandana to wipe the blood that is pouring from his nose. 
Will: And now he is heading up the entrance way, he grabs the ladder and is walking back toward the ring. 
Alex: Yeah baby! Knock 'em out early 
Phil: Britton slides the ladder into the ring and follows setting it up under the center bucket. He is already climbing for a bucket, Jimmy Steele is climbing onto the apron. Britton almost to the top....his fingers touching the bottom of the bucket...THE LADDER FALLS!!! JIMMY STEELE HAS KICKED IT OUT FROM UNDER BRITTON! 
Will: Britton lands hard with the ladder on top of him. 
Phil: Steele quickly takes the ladder and bashes Britton with it! Again, and again! Steele stes the ladder up and starts to ascend it....BRITTON RETURNS THE FAVOR! HE TIPS THE LADDER AND STEELE HITS THE GROUND LANDING ON HIS FEET! 
[Steele and Britton both grab the ladder and have a tug of war for it, Steele lets go and Britton falls. The crowd and Jimmy collectively laugh, as the angry Britton throws the ladder into Jimmy's shins, causing our hero stop laughing and grimace in pain.] 
Phil: Britton up and charges as Steele tries to grab the ladder...BRITTON BEAT HIM! Steele falls backward as Britton picks up the ladder, Steele to his feet but is absolutley waffled by the ladder! Steele into the corner, shaking his head. Britton sets the ladder like a lance and charges... 
JIMMY DUCKS!! The ladder hits the turnbuckle and Britton stumbles backward...Steele to his feet and charges... 
Alex: No dice! 
Phil: Britton flips the ladder up and Jimmy trips and falls face first into the ladder...Britton takes the ladder and sets Jimmy on it. Britton to the second rope...legdrop! Britton kicks Jimmy off of the ladder and sets it under the middle bucket and begins to climb. 
Alex: C'mon baby! 
Phil: Jimmy up and tips the ladder backwards! Britton bails out and the ladder crashes to the mat. Jimmy quickly takes the ladder and DRILLS Britton as the champ stands, Britton down...Steele gripping the ladder with both hands and charges! BRITTON DUCKS AND DIVES INTO JIMMY'S LEGS! The ladder flies outside of the ring! Britton pounding Jimmy's face, has him up, irish whip....swinging neckbreaker! Jimmy down as Avalon tiredly leaves the ring for the ladder. 
Will: Steele stirring already, the kid has a lot of heart. 
Alex: And no brains. 
Phil: Britton outside the ring, taunting Lady Artemis. He makes a kissy face at her and grabs the ladder, Steele is up, he has climbed the turnbuckle and is poised over Britton. Artemis shakes her head at Britton smiles...MISSLE DROPKICK! BRITTON NEVER SAW IT COMING! STEELE LANDS ON THE LADDER THAT WAS PROPPED UP IN THE APRON! 
Alex: The ladder is severely bent now because Steele such a tweeker. 
Phil: Both men down, Jimmy rolls off of the ladder and sits up. Britton on his hands and knees...both men to their feet. Britton over to Steele, and rake Superfly's eyes, a kick to the shins, a low blow, and then he grabs the ladder....BOOM! Ouch! Jimmy stumbles back into the railing. 
Will: That was the trifecta of dirty play right there, eye gougue, shin kick, and low blow. Britton grabs the ladder he charges and nails Steele! Steele wedges between the railing and the ladder....Britton trying to smother him, pushing harder and harder. Steele is going to break a rib! MY GOD! 
Phil: Steele screaming as Britton relentlessly presses him...Steele's arms pinned down, he can't move! BRITTON IS GOING TO CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF JIMMY STEELE!! 
Alex: Damn right he is... 
Phil: Britton screaming at Steele, spitting in his face and laughing at him! Steele in a horrible spot here. Britton releases! WHAT!? 
Alex: WHAT!? 
Phil: Jimmy falls onto his face, Britton picks him up and props him up on the railing, Britton with the ladder and a head of steam is going to try to take Jimmy's head off...HE CHARGES!!! 
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Will: And in the process he bashes his face into the ladder. Britton drops the ladder and stumbles backward and falls. Both men in a heap, both already drained and we haven;t emptied one bucket. 
Phil: Jimmy is the first to his feet and picks up the mangled ladder. He slides it into the ring and sets it up going for the middle bucket...the ladders falls! It is too messed up! He tries again....the ladder falls again. 
Alex: And the champ is coming to... 
Phil: Steele finally gets the ladder to stand. Britton in the ring...grabs Jimmy and slams his face into the ladder! Russian legsweep! 
Will: An actual move! A rarity in this match. 
Phil: I'll say, the ladder, of course, falls down again. Britton takes the ladder spikes it into Jimmy's gut! Britton sets the ladder up and starts to climb it very slowly, the ladder teetering all the way...Jimmy is up and he climbs the opposite side! 
Will: Its a race! First one to the top of a ladder that has no business standing gets a bucket! 
Phil: Avalon to the top, Steele to the top! The exchange rights and lefts! THE LADDER TEETERING LIKE MAD....ITS GOING OVER!! BRITTON BAILS AND JIMMY DESPERATLEY REACHES FOR THE BUCKET....HE.......... 
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GOT IT!!! JIMMY GOT THE BUCKET! 
Alex: WHAT THE HELL!?!?! 
Will: Red paint spills out!! ALL OVER THE MAT! And ALL OVER THE CHAMP!! 
Phil: The ring is a mess! Jimmy crashes to the mat hard, face down in red paint and not moving! Britton rubbing his face against the ropes getting the paint out of his eyes. He is one pissed off man. He charges at Steele who just starting to stand and kicks him in the gut! Britton back and charges again...he slips on the paint! And falls! The two men laying side by side in a mess of red paint from the bucket that lays next to Steele. The ladder lays propped on the ropes, bent every which way. 
Will: The other ladder next to the entrance way is going to be important. 
Phil: I'll say, Britton to his feet at the same time as Steele. He violently kicks Steele in the gut and Superfly stumbles back. Britton with an Irish whip...hurricarana! Britton takes the ladder stands it up....what is he doing? 
Alex: He can't climb it, but he can still use it. 
Phil: Britton, still covered in paint goes to the top turnbuckle and LEAPS INTO THE LADDER! On top of the ladder as it crashes down onto Steele! Britton up quickly and again spikes the ladder on Steele, this time on the back of the head. Britton picks the ladder up and disgustedly tosses it out of the ring. He exits and makes his way up the entrance way to fetch the other ladder. 
Will: Both men covered in paint, both beaten up, this is a vintage NWC World title match. 
Phil: Steele, somehow is starting to stand....woozy as he may be. Britton is grabbing the ladder by the curtain, Steele out of the ring and is going after...no! He is grabbing the ladder. He slides it into the ring as Britton is bringing the other ladder. Jimmy is trying to set the ladder up to get another bucket! Britton drops his ladder in the middle of the aisle and is sprinting toward Steele...Steele drops off of the ladder. It was a setup! Steele grabs the ladder and POUNDS! BRITTON AS BRITTON JUMPS ONTO THE APRON!! Britton flies off of the apron and onto his back outside the ring, big time bump. 
Will: What is Steele doing! 
Phil: He is climbing the turnbuckle! He has the ladder..he can't be! 
Will: HE IS! Steele OFF THE TURNBUCKLE! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!? 
Phil: A big splash onto Britton ladder first! 
Alex: Steele hurt himself again...moron. 
Phil: Steele rolls off and stands gingerly, he is stumbling towards the fresh ladder...pausing a couple times from sheer fatigue. Britton hasn't moved... 
Alex: He's fine, just making it look good for Schukar. 
Phil: Right...Steele reaches the ladder and picks it up. He is dragging it down the aisle way, sucking wind. He finally reaches the ring and slides the ladder in, coating half of it in paint already. Steele onto the apron...BRITTON HAS HIS FOOT! STEELE STUMBLES AND FALLS!! 
Will: If it weren't for the paint he would have easily just shrugged Britton off, that Paint adds a whole new dimension. Steele stands and kicks Britton a couple times and again climbs the apron...Britton follows suit, he grabs JIMMY AND OHHHH!!!!!! Another russian legsweep, OFF OF THE APRON INTO THE LADDER!! 
Phil: Both men are losers again on that one, both men motionless. The crowd cheering for Jimmy to stand, Jimmy trying to oblige...Jimmy to a knee, Jimmy to his feet 
Alex: Heh...ouch 
Phil: BRITTON RAISES THE LADDER BETWEEN JIMMY'S LEGS! Britton up...JAWBREAKER! Jimmy falls backward onto the dead ladder. Britton slowly climbs into the ring. Jimmy up...he has Britton by the tights! STEELE PULLS BRITTON OFF OF THE APRON! 
Will: Tha champ landing with a loud thud, he was not expecting Steele to recover so quickly! 
Phil: Steele slowly climbs into the ring, he is under the ropes and he is grabbing the ladder! 
Alex: Britton is up! Steele is in deep shi.... 
Phil: Steele has the ladder set and is climbing! 
Alex: Here comes Britton! 
Phil: Britton quickly scoops up the first bucket...HE SLAMS IT INTO STEELE'S BACK! The ladder tips forward, Britton has Steele up...oh no! 
Alex: Hell YES! 
Phil: Britton with a reverse DDT ONTO THE LADDER! Steele is down for the count! Britton swipes the ladders and bashes Steele in the face with it...he sets it and Britton is going to to get the second bucket! He begins his ascent, rung by rung by rung... 
Alex: He is going to retain his belt! BRITTON IS GOING TO STAY THE CHAMPION! 
Phil: Steele to his feet! HE TIPS THE LADDER!! 
Alex: Doesn't matter...BRITTON TIPS THE BUCKET!! 
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Will: Its raining thumbtacks! 
Phil: THAT WAS NOT THE BUCKET WITH THE BELT! TACKS FALLS EVERYWHERE ON THE MAT AND BRITTON LANDS ON THEM!! Steele acts quickly...he has the champ up, SLAM! Britton twitching in pain on the tacks...there is red paint all over the place, and it is no doubt mixed with a whole lotta blood! 
Will: This is brutal! 
Alex: Steele is just lucky that Britton picked the wrong bucket. 
Phil: Steele stomping on Britton and pauses a moment, wiping the paint, blood, and sweat out of his eyes...BRITTON KICKS HIM! 
Alex: Right in the family jewels! 
Phil: Britton trying to get to his feet as Steele charges, OOOOOO!!! Britton slams Steele with the bucket...Britton going for the ladder, tacks stuck all over his body, he has it set. Steele is up with the bucket...it is a race to the top! 
Will: Britton is leading, he is reaching for the bucket...he is almost there... 
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Alex: YES!!! 
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Phil: NO!!! STEELE ARRIVES!! He places the bucket over Britton's head and shoves him off of the ladder!! 
Will: Britton in desperation reaches out and brings the ladder with him! Steele and the ladder crash down onto the champ!! 
Phil: Steele is up, he stumbles backward...I doubt he can even see straight. 
[The crowd boos profusely as we cut to the entrance way, where POTS is hobbling his way down ringside. Dragging behind him the bukly, awkward cast on his leg.] 
Phil: Oh great, POTS again down here to interfere. He hasn't been able to leave one damn thing alone tonight. 
Alex: Its HIS company cock knocker, he can do what he wants. 
Phil: He is ringside and screaming at Steele who shakes his head and lifts the ladder. He sets it under the final bucket and prepares to climb....OUCH! Britton is to his feet and just hurled the bucket on his head into Steele, Steele turns and meets a dropkick to the teeth. The challenger stumbles and falls onto the ladder. 
Will: I'm tired just watching these guys 
Phil: Britton pulls Jimmy to his feet and slaps him in the face. The champ showing a lot of resolve here...irish whip followed by a spin wheel kick! Both men covered in paint, both men with tacks sticking all over them...Britton to his feet kicks Jimmy in the groin and irish whips him...REVERSED! OH NO! 
Alex: HA!! 
Will: POTS making his presence felt, trips Jimmy and Britton takes advantage with a knee drop. He is laughing at Steele as Britton gets on Steele's back and rubs his face in the mat. He is even taunting Lady Artemis...he is out of control. 
Phil: Britton to his feet and heads to the top....HE LEAPS! YES!! 
Will: Steele holding up one of the buckets that is crushed by Britton's head going for the diving headbutt. Both men lay on their backs, side by side, POTS screaming! The crowd chanting for Jimmy... 
Phil: Steele is up first but gets his eyes raked as he reaches for Britton, Britton with a lariat and quickly picks Jimmy up by the hair and irish whips him, BACK BOSY DROP! ONTO THE LADDER! Britton takes Steele and whips him again into the corner...Britton charges and leaps into Steele, knife edged chop, knife edged chop! Britton taking control here...this could be slipping away from Steele. 
Alex: Its 'bout damn time 
Phil: Britton up and does the ever popular ten punches to the head 
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Alex: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?...Oh, GOOD! 
Phil: Britton is setting Steele for a superplex....STEELE WILL LAND ON THE LADDER! BRITTON TRYING TO END STEELE'S CAREER! 
Alex: YEAH! KILL HIM!! 
Will: This can't be happening... 
Phil: Steele up...NO....YES STEELE IS GOING OVER HE.... 
Alex: Holy.... 
Will: Mary.... 
Phil: MOTHER OF GOD!! STEELE REVERSES IT...HE AND BRITTON OFF OF THE TURNBUCKLE OUTSIDE THE RING! BRITTON CRASHES THROUGH A TABLE, STEELE INTO THE FIRST LADDER! 
Will: My God...I am speechless! 
Phil: Both men aren't moving, I don't know if they can continue...Pots is screaming at the ref. 
Alex: Heh...he's still here? 
Phil: Well yes, cause now we can use him to make the match more dramatic. 
Alex: Well spoken, the number one rule of wreslting; only acknowledge rules when they fit your purposes. 
Will: Wanna tell everyone why POTS is screaming at the ref? 
Phil: d'oh yes...POTS SCREAMING AT THE REF! He is DEMANDING that the ref make a count and make this a tie....how despicable! This is a ladder match, countouts can't happen! 
Alex: Nonetheless...the count is on. 
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[The resounding cheer dominates the audio, "JIM-MY JIM-MY JIM-MY] 
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Will: POTS is again shouting at the referee, he is saying this can't end by countout. 
Phil: BUT HE DEMANDED THE COUNT BE STARTED! 
Will: He's in charge and the match will continue, Steele looking at the ref...he shrugs....this match isn't over. 
Alex: You're goddamn right it isn't.... 
Phil: Steele takes the ladder and sets it, BUT BRITTON IS BACK! He bashes Steele's head into the ladder three times knocking the ladder down, he has Steele up...northern lights onto the ladder, and the second ladder is looking bad now. We may have to find yet another ladder. 
Will: Britton has Steele up, Pots is hobbling up the steps, hasn't he done enough? 
Phil: Britton over to the SCCW boss, what the!? He props POTS' cast up on the rope, he is going to bash Steele into it...Britton has Steele by the hair and irish whips him...REVERSED! BRITTON INTO POTS' LEG! 
Alex: OUR BOSS IS DOWN!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS! 
Will: That we might have a clean match? 
Alex: NO! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD...HE SIGNS OUR PAYCHECKS!! 
Phil: Oh god! You're pathetic...Steele with a bucket...SLAMS IT INTO BRITTON'S HEAD! The wooden bucket breaks, Steele with a moonsualt off od the send rope...HE IS GOING FOR THE LADDER! 
Will: Britton trying to stand as Steele sets the ladder up....STEELE STARTS TO CLIMB AS BRITTON SOMEHOW STANDS. 
Phil: Again from opposite sides the men race, STEELE A LITTLE AHEAD, THE CROWD CHANTING FOR THE UNDERDOG! DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES!!? 
Alex: YES!!! POTS IS OKAY!!! OUR PAYCHECKS ARE SAFE!! 
Phil: Steele to the top, Britton right behind him...THEY ARE GOING TOE TO TOE ON TOPS OF THE LADDER!! Steele wavers.... 
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Will: THE BIG SCORE!!! 
Phil: JIMMY HIT THE BIG SCORE!! 
Will: THE BUCKET REMAINS WHERE IT IS!! The Champ didn't get it! He is out cold and the bucket is Jimmy's for the taking. 
Phil: We are going to have a NEW CHAMPION! Steele sets the ladder up and.......it falls. 
Will: Wha? 
Phil: Steele again, sets the ladder and again watches as it falls to the ground....oh no! 
Alex: POTS is getting up and yelling at the attendants there for his needs, he took a nasty spill off of that apron. 
Will: The ladder is too beaten up to stand! 
[Lady Artemis hops onto the apron and is shouting at Jimmy and motioning wildly at the other ladder] 
Will: What is Lady Artemis saying? 
Phil: OF COURSE! Jimmy can use the ladder to prop the other one up! Jimmy with that sloppy half grin slides out of the ring and grabs the second ladder and slides into the ring. 
Alex: He'll never figure this out. 
Phil: Lady Artemis directing traffic, telling Jimmy how to set the ladders.....he has them sid by side and leans them against eachother.....he is holding it......slowly he lets go... 
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Will: IT STAYS UP! 
Phil: Jimmy pumps his fist into the air and the crowd cheers! Jimmy moves around and begins his ascent...the ladder shaking, this is not a stable construction, Jimmy up one rung 
Alex: The champ is up! 
Phil: He is now on the ladder! He is giving chase to Jimmy! THE TWO MEN AGAIN RACING TO THE TOP OF THE LADDER.... 
Alex: That thing is coming down. 
Will: I don't think it'll stay up either. 
Phil: JIMMY TO THE TOP....BRITTON HAS HIS FOOT!! The Champ pulling on Steele...THE LADDER IS COMING DOWN! JIMMY KICKS BRITTON DOWN AND THE LADDER IS GOING DOWN! DAMMIT IT IS GOING DOWN!! 
Will: Steele using his one foot hold...HE LEAPS! 
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Will: YES!! 
[DING DING DING] 
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen...the winner... 
AND NEEEEEWWWWWW 
NWC WORRRRRLDDDDD CHAMMMMPIOOONNNNN!!!! 
JIMMMMMMMMYYYYY 
SUPPPPPERRRRRFLLLLLYYYYYY 
STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLEEEEE!!!!!!!!! 
Phil: SOMEHOW HE GOT THE BUCKET!! JIMMY STEELE HAS BROUGHT THE NWC TITLE TO SCCW!!! 
Alex: YES! 
Phil: What the hell are you cheering about? You were rooting for Britton! 
Alex: I was with my main man Jimmy THE WHOLE TIME. 
Will: SCCW is the home of the champ! JIMMY STEELE HAS SHOCKED THE WORLD!! 
Phil: Lady Artemis in the ring, she hugs Steele! 
Alex: Steele might get some tonight! Even a chaste divinity loves a winner! 
[Ordinary People run down the aisle, Vic Ramos holding a six pack of Jolt Cola, Ebloa Zaire simply grinning, they enter the ring and Steele downs one of the frosty Jolt Colas, he slaps hands with Ramos and Zaire. On the gambletron we can see Romeo Ramirez live via sattelite from Prison, he is in his orange fatigues, jumping up and down happily. Jimmy points to Romey on the screen and the celebration continues] 
Phil: STEELE IS THE WORLD CHAMP! 
Alex: The belt is in its right place...SCCW! 
Will: What an effort, what heart shown by Jimmy Steele... 
[The camera cuts and in a luxury box we see Tony Pride and Steve Sire standing and clapping, both with cocky grins on their faces; as always looking stylish in double breasted, pinstriped suit and sunglasses (only REALLY cool guys like Pride wear shades indoors)] 
Phil: And there is Tony Pride, the man that Steele will have to defend against when he goes to Missouri...with his best friend Steve Sire whom he will face in just 24 hours for the MWA Heavyweight Title... 
Alex: Who cares about that now...the belt is in SCCW...it is time to PARTY! 
Will: What a night folks...this has definately been a show to remember... 
Phil: Good night fans! Jimmy Steele is the World Champion! 
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CREDITS (In other words, the guys that made all this possible!): 
Intro: POTS 
Newcastle/Sundown: David and POTS 
SuicideArmy/S&P: Mike 
Mifune/McShain: Denny 
Prophet/Zamza: POTS 
Novastar/Sullivan: Joshua 
Steele/Britton: Denny 
All other segments written by their character's handler

Snake Eyes: 5-1-99 
[COMMERCIAL Lead in] 
Bold Print: Last Week! 
POTS: That's right...You, Sengir, versus Piston McShain and Damien Newcastle...to the winner... 
AN SCCW TITLE SHOT! 
[Cut to another scene] 
POTS: You are right, I can't say Novastar AIN'T the Champ...but I CAN Say that Sullivan IS as well! 
[Cut to another scene] 
Will: And as the Crimson Prophet hits the ropes... 
Phil: The man in black grabbed his leg...That dude is NUTS! 
POTS: Prophet's catching on fire! THIS MATCH IS OVER! 
DING DING DING! 
Announcer: The winner of this match, and NEW #1 Contender for the SCCW Heavyweight Title! The man of IN-Finite Holds.....ZAAAAAMMMMMMZZZZZAAAAA!!! 
[Cut to another scene] 
Phil: Jimmy Steele has DONE the Unimaginable! He's beaten Avalon Britton in a grueling match took both men to their limits... 
[End Lead in...] 
[ As the screen fades in, we hear the thousands and thousands of Sin City Championship Wrestling fans erupt, as several pyros go off to start the show. We pan around the arena to see various signs, like "Star's No Nova", "Pots and Pans make break my hands, but Modest will never hurt me", and, "CONGRATS STEELE!". ] 
Will: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to SATURDAY SNAKE EYES! What a card we have for you tonight, coming off our last, huge show, SUPER SNAKE EYES! 
[ Before the announcers can break out with commentary, the SCCW theme hits the loudspeakers. The crowd erupts as the techno beats bring out the POTS, SCCW's commissioner, who storms out like a man possessed. He is dressed in a business suit, but it doesn't match well with the red in his eyes, as he storms down to ringside, tromps up the ring steps, grabs a microphone, and proceeds to speak to the Sin City. ] 
Phil: It's the POTS! SCCW's Commissioner, the POTS, is here! I'm sure he's pissed after that mixup during the SCCW Heavyweight Title match last week, and I'm sure he's got some thing to say about it! 
Alex: What is there to say? "Oh, Novastar sucks". Duh. 
POTS: No bullshit tonight, ladies and gentlemen. I've got some business to discuss. 
[ POTS proceeds to pace slowly around the ring, at a crawling yet confident pace. ] 
POTS: As you know, last week at "Super Snake Eyes", J.C Novastar and Steve "Snake Eyes" Sullivan battled it out in a classic confrontation for the SCCW Heavyweight Championship. But, before the match could be completed, none other than the Heavyweight Wannabe, "Magnificent" Michael Modest, had to tromp down to our glamorous ring, and steal the 24 Karat Gold SCCW Heavyweight Title that he could never hold on his own. And so, Modest, I say this -- 
POTS: Get the f#ck out here, and give me the Heavyweight Title, before I have to rip it off your skinny ass. 
[ The crowd erupts as the tunes of Godsmack's "Whatever" cloud the PA system. From the back appears the before-mentioned man, "Magnificent" Michael Modest, who just recently returned last week. He is clad in baggy black jeans, a reversed "SCCW" cap, and a skimpy black tank-top. Over his right shoulder is the before-mentioned title, the biggest one in the SCCW, the Heavyweight Strap. As Modest tromps towards the ring, he licks his lips in anticipation as he slides into the ring once more, beside the POTS. ] 
Will: It's Michael Modest! "Magnificence" is in the house! 
MMM: Listen up, POTS, and listen up good. 
MMM: You see this title? [ raises up the title ] It's mine. And you know what, POTS mah' boy? I'm willing to bet that -no- man or your little SCCW roster has the guts, nor the talent, to take it off me. 
POTS: Don't worry, Michael. That won't be necessary. You see, right now, I'm taking that Heavyweight Title back, and your not going to stop me. 
MMM: Is that right? I'd be surprised if your crippled ass could stop a fly. 
Phil: That one sent POTS over the deep end! He's going insane! 
[ The crowd pops, as POTS, in anger, suddenly rushes Modest with fists of fury! Quickly, though, the "Magnificent" one ducked a roundhouse, then threw a knee at the POTS in the stomach! He proceeded to pick POTS up, and deliver a jumping, spinning piledriver on the once-great SCCW sensation! The crowd erupted as "Magnificence" hopped to his feet, only to have none other than Wilde Tanke rush him from behind! ] 
Alex: Here comes Wilde Tanke to kill Modest! 
[ Wilde abushed MMM by low blowing Modest, then delivering a fierce DDT! He proceeded to help up his pal, the POTS, to his feet, who was then angered more than ever before! He proceeded to jump atop his aggressor, and slam several fists into his forehead! Modest tried to block them as Wilde pulled POTS off his wounded opponent, and gave him the microphone he once had held. ] 
[ POTS then took a deep breath, picked up the Heavyweight Title, and spoke once more to the insane SCCW crowd. ] 
POTS: That was a -BAD- move, Modest. You see, punk, it seems that your skinny ass is too low to compete in the Heavyweight division, by only a few pounds! I was going to let it slide, but seeing that you don't -deserve- the honor of competing with the greats in the main events, I have decided to.. yes.. 
Phil: What could this be? 
POTS: .. BAN YOU FROM THE HEAVYWEIGHT DIVISION! 
Will: OH MY GOD! MODEST HAS BEEN BANNED FROM THE HEAVYWEIGHT DIVISION! MODEST HAS BEEN BANNED FROM THE HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! 
Alex: Good riddance. 
POTS: That's right, punk! From now on, you'll be competing among the washed-up midgets, like J.C Novastar, and Hiroshi Mifune! Good luck, and good riddance! 
Alex: That bastard. He stole my word. 
POTS: Now...HOLD HIM UP, Wilde... 
[Wilde does so grudgingly...saying under his breath that this should be Zamza's job...] 
[KER---THWACK!] 
Phil: POTS has just laid the former Gambler's Heritage Champion out with the same superkick he used on Damien Newcastle last week...My God, what a way to start off Snake Eyes... 
[ With a grin on his face, the arrogant commish threw the microphone onto Modest, and proceeded to spit on the former Gamblers Heritage Champion. POTS then strutted off with his entourage, Wilde Tanke, along with the SCCW Heavyweight Title. ] 
Will: What an announcement! 
Phil: Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be right back after this short commercial break, with our first taste of action here in the Sin City! 
[Commercial] 
Julius Lord 
vs. 
Hector Bruski 
Will: Our next match will debut a newcomer to the SCCW. From what we 
understand his name is Julius Lord. 
Phil: Yes, I've seen him backstage before the show and he looks 
promising 
Alex: Sounds like a wuss to me. 
Will: Alex, you haven't even seen him yet! 
Alex: What kind of name is Julius? Sounds like something from the 
sixties. 
[A bluegrass tune plays over the speaks and the crowd seems confused as 
to cheer or boo. The curtains part and out runs a young man in 
overalls] 
Will: From what I understand, this is a local favorite who volunteered 
to give Julius his first go here in the SCCW. 
Phil: Looking on the sheet his name is Hector Bruski. 
Alex: He's big and all but I'm questioning if anythings up top if you 
know what I mean. Volunteering for a match? What is that? 
[Hector makes a few weak gestures towards the crowd and climbs into the 
ring as the music fades. He stretches on the ropes and goes into his 
corner, ready for his opponent] 
Phil: Hector looks to be ready for this match, for sure. 
Alex: Yeah he looks great for someone who's opponent hasn't even 
climbed in the ring yet 
Phil: You know what I mean. 
Alex: No actually i don't. 
[The electric violins of "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin start playing the 
opening licks of the song as it booms over the loudspeakers. The crowd, 
familiar with the song starts to rouse in their seats. The usual pyro 
is missing as Julius steps out into the aisle. He wears a dark blue 
pair of tights with a green trim around the waistband as he stands 
before the crowd. The mixed reaction follows as Julius looks at the 
show attendees from behind his circular sunglass lenses. He glances at 
the fireworks shooters by the entrance that usually emit the pyro and 
sparks for a wrestler's entrance before making his way to the ring. The 
newcomer slaps a few hands on the way before rolling into the ring. 
Standing on the second turnbuckle, Julius flashes a smile and raises 
his hands to the crowd] 
Alex: Man this is a bore. I want some real wrestlers. 
Phil: Give him a chance, this could be good. 
Alex: Yeah, whatever. 
Will: Oh now Hector is on the turnbuckle motioning to the crowd and 
here comes Julius! 
Alex: He just nailed Hector with a clothesline. Hector didn't even see 
it coming. 
Phil: Repeated boots to Hector's midsection and now the irish whip. 
Bill: Hector reverses and Julius is thrown in the corner. 
Phil: Hector runs and Julius bursts out of the corner with a vicious 
lariot. Hector is down! 
Alex: Well this Julius fellow is certainly in control as he's whipping 
Hector into the ropes again. 
Will: Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on Hector. That one was lightning fast! 
Alex: Julius is grabbing Hector now. Wow, a beautiful german suplex. 
Hector's head was crushed!! 
Will: Oh now Julius is pandering to the crowd, trying to get a 
reaction. It's pretty mixed. 
Alex: Snoooorrreee... 
Phil: Case in point...Julius is picking up Hector now and it looks like 
he's going for the suplex. Hector's in the air. 
Bill: OH MAN! Brainbuster!!! Hector's head crashed into that mat!! That 
was ugly looking!! 
Alex: Man, that was pretty good. Julius picking him up again...russian 
leg sweep! Nicely executed. 
Will: Now the pin 
One 
Two 
Thre... 
Phil: WOW, that was close, Hector barely got the shoulder up. 
Alex: Julius is looking pretty confident now, he's going to the second 
turnbuckle... 
Will: Oh, he's motioning for reaction to the crowd again 
Alex: A beautiful example of wasting time... 
Phil: He's trying an elbow drop...OH MAN, Hector moved, Julius's elbow 
found nobody home. He's wincing and holding his arm! 
Will: Hector is up and with some boots to the head. Julius is face flat 
on the mat. 
Alex: Hector is trying to pick him up...Oh Yeah! A low blow on Hector! 
He's down on his knees!! 
Phil: Julius is up now with an elbow to the back and a pin. 
One 
Two 
Alex: Kick out, Hector must have balls of steel. 
Phil: Julius tosses Hector in the ropes, nails him with a punch to the 
stomach. And the knee lift to the face, Hector is down again. 
Will: Julius has a move in mind, he's dragging Hector over to the 
ropes. 
Phil: Looks like a suplex, and Hector is up again...OH MAN! He just 
landed Hector's neck on the top rope. Gotta feel sorry about this 
fella. 
Alex: I don't. He's getting it good! 
Will: *sigh* Julius is putting Hector up on the top turnbuckle now, it 
looks like he's setting up the Superplex... 
Phil: This one will be ugly. 
Alex: He's got him set and now Julius is motioning to the crowd again, 
they're cheering in anticipation... 
Will: Oh, bad move!! Hector just pushed him off onto the mat. Now 
Hector is climbing to his feet up on the top turnbuckle... 
Phil: Julius is on his feet, he looks dazed. 
Alex: Hector tries a cross-body off the top and...BAM! Julius caught 
him and reversed it into a nice powerslam. Lots of power on that one. 
Will: Oh Julius has Hector's head under his arm again, he's raising his 
hand to the crowd. 
Phil: It's a DDT! beautifully executed. Here's a pin from Julius 
One 
Two 
Three!!! 
[DING DING DING] 
Announcer: The winner of the match via pinfall, Julius Loooooorrrddd! 
Alex: Well that's over, next match! Come on get these guys out of here. 
Will: Julius is climbing to the outside now, he's heading to the bell 
ringer. 
Phil: Heh, he just yelled at him to get out of his seat, he's got the 
bell-ringer's chair now, he's heading back in the ring. 
Alex: Oooo! This is getting good... 
Phil: He's setting the chair up in the middle of the ring, Hector's 
head is under his arm again. 
Will: HOLY!! DDT ON THE CHAIR!! That was lethal!!! 
Phil: The crowd is cheering, they're loving this stuff!! 
Alex: Guys, he's still not done, he's putting that chair over by the 
corner now. 
Bill: You're right, he just put sat Hector on the top turnbuckle, man 
he's barely conscious! 
Phil: Hector's head is under the arm again. Julius is motioning to the 
crowd, they're going nuts!! 
Alex: BAM! Yeah Baby!! Another DDT from the second turnbuckle on the 
chair!! Hector's head is busted wide open!! 
Will: Officials are running down now but the damage has been done. 
Julius is already on his way to the back. 
Alex: Yeah, our boy Hector won't be volunteering for a while! I kinda 
like this Julius fella. 
Will: The crowd is applauding Julius who is in the aisle now. He's 
finally leaving the ring and paramedics are all over Hector... 
[COMMERCIAL] 
"Steel Machine" Henry Johnson 
vs. 
Instigator #2 
Phil: Are next match features one of the newest competitors in SCCW, "The Steel Machine." 
(Instigator #2 is already in the ring when the arena goes to a shade of grey. "H" by Tool fills the arena as "The Steel Machine" Henry Johnson makes his way to the ring not stopping to even look at the crowd.) 
[DING DING DING] 
Will: This man made his way up from the Indy promotions and has now found his way to SCCW. 
Alex: I think this guy is just another loser that can't make it here. 
Phil: The bell sounds. Henry takes a grab at Instigator and catches him. Man, look at the strength of this guy, he just presses Instigator #2 over his head. Up and down. 
Will: He certainly is a power wrestler. His finisher utilizes the strength of his arms and legs. 
Alex: He is a wuss. Now, the Instigator is a true individual. 
Phil: Alex, The Machine is just playing with him now, can't you see the monitor? A vertical suplex. Johnson is working on his back. An elbow to the back of the head. 
Will: That is the precursor to The Silo, an inverted powerbomb slam. 
Alex: I think this guy has a little funny in him, sticking the Instigators head under his legs like that. 
Phil: Johnson slams him down with the powerbomb slam. I think it is time for The Breakdown wouldn't you say Will? 
Will: I sure would, Instigator is lifted up with those massive arms of Johnson's. A stomach breaker, and he turns him over into a backbreaker. 
Alex: Instigator can take it, he is one tough son of a bitch. 
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[DING DING] 
Phil: It is over, Instigator has given up. 
Alex: I think it was because he didn't want that faggot putting his crotch in his face. 
("The Steel Machine" grabs the mic.) 
Johnson: I just kicked the living hell out of this piece of crap, is this all SCCW has to offer to me? I fought harder in the Indys! Who wants a piece of the damn Machine? 
(Johnson chunks the mic back at the announcer) 
Alex: Well this queer ain't half bad, if he didn't try to make the other guys give him (bleeped) he might be my favorite guy. 
Phil: I think he is an up and coming talent, don't you say so Will? 
Will: I sure do Phil, he is someone to look at in the near future. 
[Commercial] 
Phil: It's time for the SCCW TV Title matchup between champion Danny Sundown and the challenger Damien Jones. 
Alex: Be still my pounding heart. 
[The barks of a full-grown Pitbull fill the arena. It's shortly followed by a loud gunshot that shakes the arena. Quickly the lights go out. And "Gangsta Shit" by Jay-Z and Ja' begins to play. That immediately followed by the sounds of a large sports motorcycle. Just a few seconds later, a black and red Kawasaki Ninja comes flying down the isle on only one wheel. When it gets bout half way to the ring in comes to a quick stop and the man stops the bikes.] 
Alex: Where do these idiots get these ideas? 
Phil: What? 
Alex: Like a motorcycle, its so dumb! 
[Damien Jones then removes his helmet as he stands in just his wrestling gear, A thin black jacket, white T-shirt, and black wind pants.His valet Faith who's wearing a short white dress then joins Jones.] 
Jones: "I guess it would now be safe to get this party started!" 
[With that the fans go totally crazy and Jones hops off the bike jumping in the ring.] 
Jones: "So Danny ol' man me and you are bout to face off. Sounds great to me cause this time the outcome will totally different. As I stand here in the middle of this ring, I have realized this is the last few minutes I go unglorified for everything I've done. Now I just wait these last few seconds till you get to the ring before I school you sounds great. So faggot bring your ass!" 
Alex: Oh, he's got a way with words don't he? 
[Jones then just throws down the microphone and warms himself up.] 
[The lights dim and "Earth People" by DR.Otcogon plays and we wait for the Television Champ to appear] 
[And wait...] 
[And wait...] 
Alex: What the hell is going on!? Where the hell is Sundown? 
Will: Uh...I dunno 
Phil: The referee in the ring is making a count, Sundown is going to forfeit his belt by no-show! 
Alex: Oh...wow, that was bloodless and simple. I'm for it... 
Phil: The ref raising Jones' hand, we have a new Television Champion ladies and gents! Damien Jones!! 
[In the Entrance way...we see POTS standing and not looking too happy...he pulls the mic up to his mouth.] 
POTS: No no no...We can't have a champ that didn't wrestle for the belt...that just don't make sense ta me... 
[Damien Jones, still in the ring, looks very unhappy] 
POTS: Y'see, kid...that belt don't really mean anything to begin with...So lemme just take it off your sorry hands and do whatever I want to with it on the next edition of Snake Eyes... Until then... there is no TV Champ...and heck, you can keep that piece of tin...but Damien, cause I'm in such a good mood...which ain't too often in this piece of crap town... 
[Jones looks on coyly] 
POTS: Here's what I'll do for you. When Jimmy Steele finally stops galavanting all around the country...he's gonna have to defend his Gambler's Heritage Strap... THIS BEING THE CASE... he's gonna need opponents. And y'know...yer a good kid...And I like trying to help the good kids out... 
Phil: what's he getting at? 
Alex: Beats me. 
POTS: You'll get a shot at his gold...and like I said...you can keep on wearing that belt...but if I DO decide to bring back the SCCW TV Title, just remember...that ain't it... 
Will: This has got to be an extreme disappointment for young Damien Jones...I can't believe that wrench POTS just threw into the works... 
Alex: No, the real disappointment was Sundown didn't come out here to beat Jones' ass. 
Will: Well, whatever...we'll be right back with more action, folks. 
[Commercial] 
Phil: Folks, we're back, and this week, the rumors were undoubtedly true...We had been hearing that ever since the GSW FIRED the NWC J-Crown holder, Lightning, that POTS and Skylar Rundise, the SCCW Co-Commissioners were working hard at bringing the NWC J-Crown Champ here...Will...? 
Will: Absoulutely, Phil...and just last night...the deal was signed... 
[Jumbotron flashes film footage of Wilde Tanke signing a sheet of paper and Lightning mimicing it on a contract.] 
REPLAY ON J-TRON 
POTS: And there ya have it, ladies and Gents...SCCW is proud to present, it's latest addition...the NWC J-CROWN Champion...LIGGGGGHTNNNNNINGGGGG! 
END REPLAY 
Phil: What a great announcement...We'll be right back... 
[Commercial] 
Phil: Ladies and Gentlemen, I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but apparently, someone in the back has beaten up Sengir so badly that the ambulance is now taking him out of the building... 
Will: What a loss for one of the up and comers in the SCCW... 
Alex: Big deal...now this match is gonna be better... 
Phil: Let's go to the announcer... 
Piston "Hurricane" McShain 
vs. 
"Party Animal" Damien Newcastle 
Announcer: Introducing first, Dammmmmmmmmieeeeeennnnnnn NEWWWWW Casttttleee! 
["Who you trien to get crazy with essa? Don't you know I'm 
loco?!?" blares from the PA system and the entranceway fills with thick 
green smoke. A few seconds later Damien Newcastle steps through the smog 
wearing a hockey mask (think Jason from Friday the 13), green leather pants, 
and orange boots. The hockey mask must be to protect his already damaged 
face from any further injury. Newcastle slowly strides to the ring 
without much of a display. He keeps his eyes focused on the ring the 
entire time he is walking to it. He rolls into the ring and begins to 
loosten up by pulling on the ropes.] 
Announcer: And his opponent... 
(The lights in the arena slowly dim down.) 
Announcer: Now entering the ring� he weighs in tonight at 285 pounds and stands six feet, seven inches tall� from RIGHT HERE in LAS VEGAS NEVADA!! He is� Piiiiiiiiiissssstooooooon!!! "Huuuuuurrrriiicaaaaaanne"!!! MMMMMMcSSSSShaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiin!!! 
Alex: Heh.. it rhymes.. -SHAIN and -CANE� haha! HurriCANE� McSHAIN�HAHA! 
("The Final Countdown" comes in over the PA System. The fans in the arena slowly rise to their feet� a spotlight chases to the entrance way and the curtain is pulled back. A mist fills the entrance� Piston McShain walks out from the curtain slowly and steps out into the spotlight. His ring attires consist of black pants with yellow slashes down the side and black boots. He wears a tight white tee shirt and carries a water bottle. He walks down to the ring and on the way down he takes a drink of water and spits it into a male fan's face. This gets a boo out of the crowd, but McShain keeps walking and puts on a smile. Piston reaches the ring and takes the shirt off; he walks up the steps and climbs into the ring.) 
Phil: McShain looks ready� as you all know he has already secured a shot at the Gambler's Heritage Championship� but tonight POTS has given him a chance to win a shot at the big one! 
(McShain soaks in the boos from the crowd and then backs up into the corner where he rolls his neck.) 
Phil: Well, I guess these two will fight for the SCCW Title shot...which I guess is still held by Sullivan and Novastar... 
Will: It'll be interesting to see how THAT plays out... 
Alex: It'll be interesting when you finally shut up... 
[DING DING DING] 
Phil: McShain off from the get go...Hammerlock on the rookie... 
Will: Newcastle reverses it...He's tightening the grip. 
Alex: I wanna see some blood, guys... 
Phil: Well, go rent a cheesy horror flick... 
[Newcastle releases the hold as McShain enters the corner. Newcastle releases the hold cautiously, and McShain makes him pay with a kick to the midsection...and again.] 
Will: McShain not going to give an inch to the new kid... 
Alex: Newcastle is STILL gonna win...I predict it. 
Phil: Okay..."Weasel". 
Will: McShain, now, up on the second rope and down with a big chop across the head of Newcastle...The kid goes down... 
Alex: Yeah, he isn't very good. 
Phil: As Piston goes to kick the chest of Newcastle, he grabs the foot and spins him to the mat... impressive technique. 
Will: Newcastle back to his feet now...Standing drop kick on the larger McShain. 
Alex: Wow...yawn. 
Phil: McShain quick to get back to his feet, only to be met again! 
Alex: TOLD you that McShain's gonna lose. 
Will: Newcastle, now, rake to the eyes of McShain, with his boots...OW! 
Phil: The ref telling Newcastle to get off him, but that doesn't look like it's gonna happen. 
Will: Newcastle stops with the abuse and begins to pick McShain up by the hair...McShain grabs his tights and throws him out of the ring... 
Alex: GREAT! 
Phil: That looked more like a desperation move.... 
Will: The big man is hopping on the other side of the apron, and DOWN HARD on Newcastle's back... ow. 
Phil: McShain slams Newcastle to the mat and then drops an elbow. He gets cocky and drops another...Ow... 
Will: Yeah, he's really showing the new guy the door. 
Alex: This is the kind of wrestling match I like. 
Phil: Piston whips Newcastle into the corner of the ring where the steel steps are located... 
Will: Why isn't the ref counting? 
Phil: I don't know, but this is interesting. McShain helping Newcastle up, setting him up for a...for a powerbomb...but... 
Alex: Spit it out... 
Will: But Newcastle counters by hitting McShain with lefts and rights... McShain goes down.... 
Phil: McShain's head looks like it hit the steps...that can't be good for him. 
Alex: I can't see...is there any blood?! 
Phil: Newcastle, now, leaning against the ring grabbing a quick breather while McShain is OBVIOUSLY out and the ref...is STILL not counting...? 
Will: McShain is laid out folks...and...oh no...here comes POTS... 
Alex: This is why I pay for this seat everyweek. 
Phil: POTS is yelling something at Newcastle...what is he saying?! 
POTS: You think you are all that cause you got lucky, you punk?! Get in that ring and SHOW me you can pin McShain... 
[Newcastle bends down and picks up McShain and rolls him into the ring... He goes to get up on the apron himself...] 
Phil: OH MY! Superkick to the back of Damien Newcastle...I think that may have seriously injured his spine, folks...and to add insult to injury...he just fell hard onto the concrete floor. 
POTS: NOW, REF...you can count... 
[The referee nods...and begins his mandatory ten count...] 
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Phil: McShain is up, and he's headed outside the ring...I don't think he realizes that the ref's counting... 
Will: The ref begins counting again... 
..................1 
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..................................3 
.......................................4 
Phil: McShain is picking Newcastle up and placing him back in the ring. 
Alex: That's cause he wants to PIN HIM... 
Will: Now, JC Novastar is coming to ringside...he's running pretty hard... 
Alex: Get him outta here..he doesn't deserve to be here... 
Will: Neither does the commissioner... 
Alex: Yes he does... 
Phil: Whatever...JC is cheering McShain on...what's going on here? POTS is entering the ring...McShain sees him... 
Will: POTS is yelling at McShain... 
Alex: COOL, what's he saying? 
POTS: You want the win here so bad, don't you?! 
[McShain, mad, yells yeah...] 
POTS: Well, you can't even beat him by yourself...you don't deserve to win...you don't deserve a chance against the Champion...you are nothing... 
[McShain snaps, diving at POTS...The ref calls for the bell...Novastar hops into the ring and begins to help...] 
Phil: McShain is yelling something at POTS about loyalty and what he deserves...POTS finally gets in a couple shots and is back up to his feet... McShain and Novastar both begin walking off...McShain looks disappointed, but Novastar looks glad he got those shots in... 
[POTS grabs a mic...] 
POTS: You all showed great balls tonight...I came out here bearing news...Well, here's the news folks...[breathing heavy from the beating] 
POTS: Tonight, before the program...my new (sneering) "Partner" and I finally decided what we ought to do with the SCCW Championship... 
[Out from the back comes Skylar Rundise, the SCCW CO-Commissioner...] 
RUNDISE: Whoa whoa whoa...let's make sure you are getting this right POTS... 
[Rundise makes his way to ringside...he helps Newcastle up and tells him to head to the back...the crowd POPS] 
RUNDISE: Folks...we have a predicament...and no matter what I told POTSIE in the back...I gotta say...I'm STRIPPING STEVE SULLIVAN of the SCCW TITLE! 
POTS: WHAT?! [He's Irrate...kicking the ropes with his good leg...] 
RUNDISE: You heard me right...JC Novastar is now the SOLE SCCW Title holder! 
POTS: No no no...you don't see straight, son...you may be my equal, but you ain't out-gunnin me....if Sully ain't the champ...NEITHER IS NAVELSTAR... 
RUNDISE: NO! You aren't allowed to do that! We need a Champion. 
POTS: And we'll have one...after all this Across Enemy Lines BS is taken care of... 
RUNDISE: What are you getting at? 
POTS: Since you were so kind as to not follow our plan, Skylar...I'm setting up RIGHT NOW...AN SCCW TITLE TOURNAMENT...And Sully, being the SCCW Champion...will get a bye in the first round... 
RUNDISE: IF that's the case, then Novastar deserves a bye, as well... 
Phil: Wow...this is big, folks. 
Will: An SCCW TITLE TOURNEY with both these men getting first round byes. 
POTS: Alright...and as to the manner of the boys that actually SHOWED UP FOR THIS MATCH... 
RUNDISE: I'm ready to hear this, now... 
POTS: Since they both gave...cough cough...an effort...cough cough, tonight...they'll BOTH be in the tourney, as well...AND THAT, you silly scrubs...is THEIR TITLE Shot... 
Phil: The crowd's in an uproar as POTS sounds like he's pulling the old "McMahon Title Shot Tourney" Trick... 
Alex: He's a genius! 
Rundise: Alright...that seems FAIR...but the other people involved in the tourney will be announced shortly...now, POTS, if you don't mind...I think we need to speak PRIVATELY...in the BACK! 
POTS: I'll be back later, folks...don't get TOO comfortable... 
[Crowd is yelling both good and bad sounds simply because they're unsure how to react...] 
Phil: First, the signing of Lightning, and now this...wow... 
[Commercial...] 
(Suddenly "Moonlight Sonata" by Ludwig van Beethoven hits the speakers. A blackish gray mist spreads across the ring. The crowd begins to buzz, as they don't know what has happened. All of a sudden a figure and his shadow emerge from backstage. A mask is resting on his face, on it is the word "Destructo" in dark yellow and the base of the mask is Blue. He wears a shirt, which reads: "What Planet Am I On Anywayz?" He also wears a tight pair of blue spandex shorts. His face looking into the ring. All of a sudden Beethoven's piece dies down and "My Own Summer (Shove It)" by The Deftones cuts in to a squeaking noise. The arena is silent as the masked crusader jogs down the aisle. We now see he is only about 6'1, and 230. He still seems superhuman, in essence, for none of us believe in super heroes, right? He slides under the bottom rope and grabs a microphone that is within his reach. He tries to turn it on, yet struggles until a loud harsh banging noise is heard from his breath pounding in the mike.) 
Phil: What's going on here? I don't have this on my list of things going on tonight... 
Destructo: What in Bumblebroxinellenium's name is this thingamajigger? 
Alex: This guy is a nut. 
Will: you'd know, Alex... 
Destructo: Well anyway, I'm not sure where I am. 
(A Few people laugh and yell obscenities like "F#ck You", "This is BULLSH!T", and many other cusses. A few others laugh and just say "Earth!") 
Destructo: Which one is it people? Thisisbullsh!t? F#ckyou ? Or Earth? 
(Now, is this getting annoying or what? A soda finally crashes into the head of Destructo. He wipes it off his face and then licks his palm. He smiles and yells a thank you to the crowd. Everyone in unison yell "Earth" at the top of their lungs. Mr. Destructo Man shakes his head up and down.) 
Destructo: Well then. Does anyone know where the nearest light speed universal transporter tele-flinger is? I need to get back to the star system of Shoobadoobadoobidoo!! After all, I am the intergalactic wrestling champion there. 
Will: Someone get this guy outta here... 
Phil: I'm with you, Will... 
(He then notices where he is, in an arena with thousands of people staring wide eyed at him. He sees that he is in a wrestling ring and then smiles.) 
Destructo: Well whatta ya know? I'm in a ring right now. Whats this place called anyway, Sin City Championship Wrestling, huh? Sounds nice, has a good ring to it. And I guess that sign up there means I'm somewhere in Nevada. And what is poker? I see tons of signs with that word on it? And you wouldn't believe how many little clubs I saw walking here with girls painted in the doors showing off their hoo hahs! I mean, they did look nice and all, but I don't get it here. And why were those hoo hahs soooooo big and rounds and well, good lookin'! 
(A few laughs at this miserable little pee wee cruiserweight. He scratches his head.) 
Phil: Okay, it's time to end this... 
Destructo: I just don't get� (pauses and looks at the sign)� Nevada. Nothing like Coolalulalala. Now that place was classy. Maybe there is some competition here! I was always winning in that federation, there were only three wrestlers, all 4'1 and 97 pounds, I was a heavyweight there. Now I feel somewhat microscopic. 
(Now this is really getting out of hand. Thousands of paper cups are chucked into the ring as a few crash into Mr. Destructo Man and some more splash all over the ring. He leaves the ring and scratches his forehead again. As he leaves the entrance way, he gets drenched more and more� will we ever see Destructo again? Will he be accpted into the SCCW? What is with him and his hoo hahs? Stay tuned for the next interview from� MR. DESTRUCTO MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!) 
Phil: What was THAT all about? 
Alex: It was funny as hell. 
Will: You should manage him, Alex... 
Alex: Now YOU are funny as hell... 
Phil: We'll be back with one of our feature bouts... 
[Commercial] 
::The camera moves back to the aisle's entrance way. "R.P.M" by Sugar Ray 
starts to play, as a white limousine is seen driving down the aisleway . The 
camera tries to peer into the limousine, but the windows are too dark to see 
who is in it. Suddenly the door of the passenger's side of the limousine opens, 
and out walks Ice Warrior. Ice Warrior is seen wearing a white Armani suit 
with ice crystals used for cufflinks. The blue strip of crystals are seen 
around his neck and boots. He enters the ring and asks for the microphone, 
before he takes off his suit. :: 
Ice Warrior: Well, well. Look what we have, here! It is the many adored fans 
of ME, yours truly, ICE WARRIOR! Ladies and gentlemen, this is the night 
we have all been waiting for. This is the night when we crown a NEW SCCW 
Cruiserweight Champion. 
::The crowd starts to boo as Ice continues to speak.:: 
Ice Warrior: As the old saying goes "You win some and you take some!". 
Mifune, you wide ass b%$#a$d! Tonight is the night, when you fall to this 
pitiful canvas and lay down your crummy ass for the 1...2...3! Before my huge 
win, let's get down to business! POTS, I know you are a busy man so am I, but 
I would like you to hear this before my confrontation with Mifune "The Loser". 
POTS, you came out here last week and told Sengir that he had to fight in a 
Three -way dance. Well, I would just like to say that you are a jackass, if 
you know what I mean. Do you really think that Sengir cares who is the "Boss" 
of this lousy company? No way! He only cares about one thing, the Television 
Title! Listen, POTS, before you make another stupid thing like you did last 
week, why don't you confront a "Real Business Man" like myself, for instance! 
POTS, listen to me, and not some stupid commentators like Phil or Will. Boss, 
I am willing to do anything for you and this company, so after this match when 
I win the SCCW Cruiserweight Championship, I am your servant, boss! Hit the 
damn music! 
::As the music keeps playing, Ice starts to take off his suit, revealing his 
"New" attire. He is seen wearing Black Sunglasses and no mask, blue and black 
wrestling pants, with the words "Cold as Ice" written down the sides. Ice 
pulls the ropes and awaits his opponent's arrival.:: 
Phil: The Ice Warrior has grown quite confident since he�s returned, but I�m not sure he knows what he may getting himself in to. 
Will: Yeah! Especially coming out here and questioning Mr. POTS authority. Who does he think he is dragging us into to this anyway? 
Alex: Ah, forget it feelers! Mifune will kick his ass. 
The lights go dim in the arena, and the faint sounds of Japanese drums come over the PA system. The drums begin to get louder and louder as you see Hiroshi Mifune wearing a black shirt with the Japanese flag on it and his black wrestling pants with the Rising Sun on both legs. Hiroshi is also carrying a Katana sword next to him as he makes his way out of the walkway. Kenji Kubota is standing next to him wearing a black three-piece suit. Behind Kenji stands "The Professional" Danny Sundown wearing the same black fur coat he was wearing before as they all start to make their way towards the ring ignoring the hands grabbing at them from the crowd, and just continuing to walk. You see fans holding signs saying various things like, "Hiroshi Mifune: SCCW's Best Cruiserweight Champion!", "Hiroshi! You're the best!". They step into the ring, and as the music is just about over Hiroshi thrusts his arms up in the air and this immense shower of red light shines down upon him. ] 
Alex: That Katana looks wicked! 
Will: Well I not a big Hiroshi fan myself but somebody needs to show The Ice Warrior what he�s gotten himself into. 
Alex: The Ice Warrior wasting no time as he makes a quick attack on Hiroshi who is still in his corner. 
Phil: Mifune didn�t even put his stuff down yet. 
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Will: The Ice Warrior continuously drops those four arms onto the back neck area of Hiroshi putting him to the mat. 
Phil: And BOOM! IW taking the early advantage nailing Mifune with flying clothesline sending him to the outside of the ring. 
Will: Didn�t amount to much as Hiroshi just lands on his feet and begins to shake it off. 
Alex: A baseball slide from the challenger. 
Phil: Easily dodged by Hiroshi who pulls The Ice Warrior outside the ring. 
Alex: Both men throwing punches, and The Ice Warrior once again took the upper hand with a boot to the mid section. 
Will: Ice goes to throw Hiroshi into the steel steps but it�s reversed and Ice Warrior just glides through the air with the steps catching his fall. 
Alex: Woohoo! That was sweet and Mifune tosses The Ice Warrior back into the ring just before joining him. 
Phil: Without hesitation Hiroshi pulls The Ice Princess back to his feet Irish whips him to the corner and greets him with a big splash. 
Will: The crowed is standing behind Hiroshi big time, why? They hate the Syndicate! 
Alex: I�ll tell you why cause The Ice Warrior is a dork! People would much rather cheer on a jerk then a dork. 
Phil: Mifune goes for the quick win. 
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Phil: Hiroshi quick to pull The Ice Warrior up and greet him with a huge European uppercut followed by a Hurricane DDT. 
Alex: Hiroshi has controlled this whole match and is staying on the offense as he goes back after The Ice Warrior. 
Will: But The Ice Warrior manages to make the save by dropping Mifunes throat into his head. 
Phil: And both men are down early in the match. 
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Phil: The Ice Warrior back to his feet and helps Mifune back to his feet the hard way. 
Will: Warrior launching Hiroshi to the ropes and catches him with a powerbomb followed through by a pin. 
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Will: Ice Warrior back up and helps Hiroshi back to the ropes again� 
Alex: But Hiroshi manages to catch himself and nail a magnificent spinebuster. 
[Hiroshi throws Ice Warrior outside of the ring onto the concrete. He runs back and rebounds off the ropes. He springboards off the top rope coming down onto Ice Warrior with a double leg drop onto his chest.] 
[Hiroshi sets up a table outside while Ice Warrior is groggy in the ring...he slides back inside under the bottom rope, and picks up Ice Warrior driving him down with a hurricane DDT. He then carries him over to the turnbuckles, and places him on the top turnbuckle. Hiroshi climbs up to the top turnbuckle, and sets Ice Warrior up for the Setting Sun.] 
Alex: OH MY GOD!!! WHAT IS HE DOING!?! 
Phil: He is not going to do the Setting Sun outside onto that table! 
[Hiroshi jumps into the air, and spins driving Ice Warrior head first onto the top of the table outside!!] 
Alex:: I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH A SPECTACULAR MOVE BEFORE IN MY WHOLE LIFE!! 
Phil: OH GOD!! I DON'T THINK ICEY WILL BE ABLE TO GET UP FROM THAT ONE!!! 
Alex: Hiroshi just tosses Ice back into the ring and goes for the quick pin. 
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Will: Kenji is in the ring and just holding the Ice Warrior in the corner but why? 
Phil: Well theres your answer I hope Mifune aint really serious bout using that Katana sword. 
Alex: OH GOOD LORD THAT�S FUNNY! Hiroshi just sliced the letters ES in The Ice Warriors tights. 
Hiroshi: Ice Warrior, I told you that there was no way that you could defeat me for the belt. Now look at you...you have forever been marked by The Everlasting Syndicate. Every time that you think about wrestling me in the ring you look at that mark I left on you, and think what will happen next time... 
Phil: We'll be right back with the Ten Table's Match... 
[Gray lights bathe the arena.] 
Phil: Looks like it's time for the Tanke-ster, "Wise Ass"; WildeTanke, is about to make his way down the isle! Former allies with suchnotables as Maximus_Ordicus, former NWC World champion contender ShootingStar, Vigilante, Bounty Hunter, the imitation Lone Wolf currently in theGCW, Perfect Creation, and J C Novastar, making a rare wrestlingappearance thanks to our new co commissioner wanting to punish POTS.Wilde Tanke in action against Zamza! 
[Just then, three spotlights shine down on the wrestler entrance. Ayellow circle, and two halves of a white circle. All fans eyes turn tothe lights, well, at least a full third of them. To the surprise of thoseexpecting all three, only Wilde Tanke walks out, to the sights of twogray columns of pyro exploding in the background, and an acoustic nowords version of Pearl Jam's "Evenflow" starts playing in thebackground! Familiar looking? Over the outfit Wilde's had on for howevermany hours, jeans, a black "PoW- Kiss my black ass" T-shirt,with that big gray dot over the words, leaving them barely visible, andhis trademark NBA Lockout Courtroom shoes, but this time, he's got ablack and gray streaked leather overcoat, with a picture of a Raven onthe back, perched on a graveyard, a few flowers adorning it.] 
[Meanwhile, at the exact same time, the ring is being filled with smoke.As the smoke clears up, and the ring is flooded with various yellowstrobe lights, we find, not really to anyone's surprise, Lightning Moosehave appeared out of no where! Lightning's still desperately engrossed inthat comic book of his, though. Actually, it might be a differentone.] 
Will: This one should be a classic! Although I don't like everythingWilde does, he'll be involved in a great match tonight! 
Phil: Wilde advances on the ring, a determined look in his eyes! Fans,once again, this is no disqualification, no countouts, no pinfalls, nonothing. The ONLY way to win is put your opponent through ten tables!This should be quite a matchup! 
Alex: (Singing like a little girlie) Wilde is dead! Wilde is dead! 
Will: He is certainly NOT the odds on favorite here! 
Alex: Um. . . DUH! 
Phil: Both of these wrestlers normally on the same side, Wilde a foundingmember of Prisoners of War, while Zamza is the bodyguard. . . this shouldbe most interesting, it's been some time since Wilde's wrestled. 
Ring Announcer: Weighing in at two hundred fifteen and one half pounds. .. a six time career cruiserweight champion. . . the longest reigning SinCity Championship Wrestling Cruiserweight champion ever. . . He'sappeared in more combined SCCW and GCW pay per views than almost anyone.. . standing five foot eleven inches. . . accompanied in this match bythe J Crown champion Lightning, and Moose! He is a founding member ofPrisoners of War. . . in the past he claims to have founded such stablesas the original CWO Alliance, NWICW's Shades of Gray, and SCCW's GreysideAlliance. . . from Chicago, Illinois, currently residing with Moose andLightning. . . The master of the Chicago Bulls Bulldog. . . one of thequickest wrestlers in the sport. . . the nineteen year old teensensation. . ."Wise Ass!" WillllllllllldeeeeeeeeTaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanke!!! 
[The fans let out a very supportive burst of noise, a "pop," ifyou will, as Wilde slides under the ring, and falls into the corner,wondering what about himself, maybe. . .] 
Phil: Wilde Tanke, certainly a character, along with his supporting castof characters, Moose Tanke, and the J-Crown Champion Lightning. 
Alex: When are they going to call it the NWC Cruiserweight championship? 
Phil: Who knows... Regardless, we're ready for Tanke's opponent... 
Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing at this time, weighingin at Two-Hundred Thirty-Seven pounds and hailing from Long Island, NewYork... Accompanied to the ring tonight by his masked bodyguard... TheMan of IN-finite Holds... This is... ZAAAAAMMMMMZZZAAAAAAAA!!!!! 
[The crowd waits with anticipation. The lights dim and red and bluespotlights begin whirling around slowly over the crowd. The soft openingguitar of Suicidal Tendencies' "You Can't Bring Me Down" beginover the speaker and the Las Vegas fans began cheering loudly. As theintro continues, the lights pick up speed until they are whirlinguncontrollably. As the last note of the introduction holds, the lightsstop and holds for a moment. "What the Hell is going on aroundhere!?!?!" yells singer Mike Muir. The house lights burst on asZamza flies through the curtains to a thunderous applause in front of theLas Vegas crowd. He runs fast down the aisle, his tightly bounddreadlocks flowing as he moves. He wears his usual black Mui-Tui styleshorts with a cursive letter "Z" written in dark purple on thesides. Slowly behind him walks the masked bodyguard, dressed from head totoe in blue camouflage. Zamza wears no shirt, keeping his upper bodybare. He slides in underneath the bottom rope, making it around a quarterof the way into the ring and stands up quickly and deftly, raising botharms to a huge ovation. He runs to the corner, steps up to the secondturnbuckle and raises a fist into the air. The crowd roars. The maskedbodyguard does not enter the ring, but merely moseys over slowly to theringside area. He begins pulling out table from under the ring one by oneand setting them up at ringside.] 
Alex: Did you see those kids get the hell out of the ring the minuteZamza came down here? This ain't kids stuff, and Zamza and his obviouslyseasoned bodyguard are trying to prove that right away... 
[Zamza calls for the microphone from the ring announcer. He does notargue with the intense Zamza. The announcer quickly leaves the ring afterhanding over the microphone. Zamza looks as if he would like to smile atthe fleeing announcer, but can't. He taps the microphone to check it. Themasked bodyguard slides a table in the ring underneath the bottomrope.] 
Zamza: Las Vegas... Tonight you get to watch me send a message to eachand every guy out there by killing this kid out there. And I don't meanthat jackass reading a comic book. He'll get his turn when he gets somereal accolades... Now, Tanke. You ain't never done nothing wrong to me,but it's my job to come out here as contractually obligated to and kickyour ass. Sorry about that... And I don't know what this frigging new guythinks he's gonna accomplish by booking this thing, but this is a messageto him too... Yo... Bodyguard... Get in here for a minute. 
[The masked bodyguard steps up to the apron and steps right over the toprope to indicate his great height. As he is entering the ring, Zamzatakes the table currently in the ring and sets it up right in the middleof the ring.] 
Zamza: Now, referee... Yeah, you with the striped shirt... Get overhere... 
[Referee Russ Simpson gives a "Who, ME?!?!?!" face whilepointing to himself. He hesitates to walk over to Zamza and the maskedman.] 
Zamza: Yeah, get over here, dummy... I ain't gonna hurt you. 
Will: What does he want with referee Russ Simpson? 
Zamza: [patting the ref on the back] Now... I know it may be against yourprofessional standards and all, but what you've gotta do right now issignal for the bell even though there ain't but one competitor in thering... Cool? 
[Referee Russ Simpson shakes his head "No".] 
Zamza: Oh, come on, buddy... Do me a favor here for once.. OK? 
[He still will not comply.] 
Zamza: Big guy... Do it up... 
[The masked man grabs referee Russ Simpson from behind and holds him upby his shirt collar. The referee immediately calls for the bell. Themasked man throws him down.] 
DING, DING, DING!!!! 
Phil: We're underway and what's Zamza going to do? 
Zamza: Tanke... You're getting a break here... I'm spottin' you one...Big guy... If you would? 
[Zamza throws the microphone out of the ring.] 
Will: "Spotting" him one?!?!?! What's going on... 
Phil: Oh my god! The masked bodyguard just chokeslammed Zamza throughthat table!!!!! And Wilde Tanke is GIVEN a 1-0 lead in this ten tablesmatch! 
Alex: I don't know what's going through Zamza's mind... You don't justspot a guy a lead... If anything you do whatever you can to GAIN a lead.This is a bad move for the Man of Infinite Holds. 
Will: It's over-confidence. Zamza's becoming a blowhard! 
Phil: Whatever it is, it's not only given Wilde Tanke the lead but alsogiven him the upper hand early as Zamza is still down on the matfollowing that big chokeslam. 
Will: Wilde Tanke has hit the ring and this thing is REALLY getting underway! 
Alex: Not even an idiot like Tanke will look a gift horse in the mouth...He's right on the fallen Zamza. 
Phil: Tanke gets Zamza to his feet and whips him into the ropes, takingcontrol, NAILING Zamza with a drop toe hold!! Wilde goes into the ropes,and comes off, DRIVING that headbutt into the shoulder of Zamza, who wason his knees but is now down! 
Alex: Zamza'll take over soon. He spotted him that table for a reason,alebit it one I still can't see. 
Will: We'll see, but if Wilde was supposed to be totally dominated, asyou claimed, why would Zamza even need a comeback? 
Alex: Shut up! 
Will: Horrible comeback, but then again, it'll probably be better thananything Zamza can do here. 
Alex: No I mean it. . . SHUT UP! 
Phil: Wilde locked on that arm bar, but seems to realize again there areno submissions in this one! Wilde gets up, and NAILS Zamza with an armdrag takedown! Lightning watching on, not sure what to think, his eyesfocusing on the action! 
Will: Wilde Tanke in firm control of this one right off the bat with somebeautiful chain wrestling. 
Alex: Yeah, not to mention his opponent purposely gave him anadvantage... 
Phil: How he got here isn't important, only that he's got the advantagenow and he really wants to win. Zamza sitting down on the mat after beingleft by Tanke, and... Dropkick to the back of Zamza's head! And WildeTanke with those lightning quick maneuvers. 
Will: The masked man is bridging a table between the ring and theguardrail now, ha! Too bad it'll be used against the man he's supposed tobe protecting. 
Alex: If your head weren't up your ass Will, you'd notice he's beensetting up table strategically all over the outside of the ring. He'sjust setting up. 
Phil: Tanke with a whip into the ropes once more, and... NO! Zamza with abaseball slide under the bottom rope to get to the safety of the outside! 
Will: And the masked man is right there, to equalize any threat Tanke wasgoing to make of flying to the outside! Damn! 
Alex: Watch the language there, Willy... 
Phil: Zamza now talking strategy with the masked man as he hops up ontothe bridged table! He's just standing there talking! 
Alex: Zamza's making a weird move here. He's got his back turned to hisopponent while standing on top of a table. What's going through hismind? 
Will: Ignorance? 
Alex: HA! I doubt it. 
Phil: Tanke heads into the opposite side ropes for a running start... 
Alex: Wait, the bodyguard gave Zamza a salute and he's turning around! 
Phil: Tanke running... High Cross Body over the top! 
Alex: And Zamza catches him! 
Will: Clean break through the table! Tanke up 2 to none!!! 
Alex: Ah-ha! But the masked man is right on top of things as he's gotTanke! They planned this! 
Will: Lightning and Moose coming around for the save... 
Alex: They're too late... HAHA! Told you had was setting up those tablesfor a reason! 
Phil: The masked bodyguard with a Full Nelson on Wilde Tanke, picks himup with it, and... SLAMS HIM THROUGH A TABLE! Wilde Tanke just slammedthrough a table by the masked bodyguard! 
Alex: 2-1... 
Will: But Moose and Lightning are now there... Lightning with a running,leaping clothesline to nail the masked man! 
Phil: But the bodyguard unphased! 
Alex: Little Lightning has no shot against a monster like that. 
Phil: Lightning sees this, and he's amazed... But he's going to go toe totoe with the monster! 
Alex: Not for long... 
Will: Lightning with a body shot... Doesn't move the man... 
Phil: Zamza up... 
Will: Another body shot by Lightning! 
Phil: Zamza grabs Lightning from behind... GERMAN SUPLEX JUST CRUSHED THEJ-CROWN CHAMPION!! Zamza tossed Lightning hard into the remains of thetable that he went to and now only Moose is left standing... 
Alex: She's a spitfire little girl I tell you that much, and I bet she'sreal good in the... 
Phil: Alex! 
Alex: But anyways, she knows this ain't no joke and a coupla guys likeZamza and the masked bodyguard wouldn't be people she'd want to getinvolved with... Notice her just protecting the downed Lightning andletting this thing continue... 
Phil: The masked bodyguard walking away as well... Maybe he's content tolet this thing go also? 
Alex: Nah... He's probably gonna get some more tables... 
Phil: Zamza now rolling Wilde Tanke back into the ring. He's got Tankedowned and hurt right now and could take an enormous advantage,especially with the J-Crown champion downed outside of the ring. 
Will: Wilde Tanke hit his head hard, I don't know that he cancontinue... 
Alex: Are you kidding me?!?!?! He's still gotta go through 9 more tablesbefore this thing's all said and done. 
Will: Zamza motions to the masked man... He nods... Masked man goes underthe ring and... Pulls out a table! 
Phil: Zamza's got Tanke set up for what looks like a piledriver here...No! Powerbomb... And... MAN DID HE HIT HIM HARD! 
Alex: But Zamza holds onto Tankes legs, and is picking him upagain!! 
Will: Masked Man slides a SECOND Table into the ring! 
Phil: POWERBOMB WITH AUTHORITY! 
Alex: Zamza holds on once again!!!!!!! 
Will: A THIRD and FOURTH table!!!! 
Phil: Zamza hosts Tanke back up, and he's holding him up there high inthat powerbomb position... HUGE RUNNING TIGER BOMB!!! 
Alex: Zamza gave him maximum impact with each one of those, justmeasuring the shots! 
Phil: The crowd going nuts right now after a great series of moves, andthey want to see those tables put to use! 
Alex: Zamza knows it... He's smiling as he sets a table up now againstthe corner... 
Will: Oh no... He's setting up a second table in another corner... Couldhe... ? Would he...? 
Alex: He's setting them up in all four corners, and the fans are eatingthis up! 
Phil: Zamza's got them all set up, and Tanke is still reeling from thosepowerbombs... 
Alex: As well he should be... Those were measured shots... 
Will: As you said earlier. 
Phil: Zamza's got Tanke up to his feet, and this doesn't bode well forthe former cruiserweight champion... 
Will: Whip into the corner! 
Phil: And Tanke just crashed through that table back first!!! 
Alex: Zamza doesn't hesitate though... He scoops up Tanke and grabs himfrom behind... Oh Yeah! Zamza leading Tanke on running... 
Will: TANKE THROWN HEAD FIRST THROUGH THE TABLE!! HE MADE A HOLE INIT!!! 
Alex: Zamza no through though! He's sticking it to him here... 
Phil: Zamza pulling Wilde Tanke out of that hole made in the table...Zamza leading him over to the next corner... 
Will: Oh no! 
Alex: OH YES!!! 
Phil: BELLY-TO-BELLY OVERHEAD SUPLEX!!! TANKE CRASHES HARD THROUGH THETABLE!!! TANKE IS LIFELESS!!! 
Alex: One more boys... 
Will: This is insane.. 
Phil: Zamza grabs the obviously hurting Tanke and gets him in a fireman'scarry... This... uh... This isn't going to be pretty. 
Alex: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, my friend. 
Phil: Zamza now running towards the corner where the last table is...But... 
Will: No, he can't be! Not again! 
Phil: Zamza SPRINGBOARDS off the ropes... AND... 
Alex: PERFECT ENDING!!! SABUANI'S PERFECT ENDING THROUGH THE TABLE IN THECORNER!!!! 
Phil: And just like that, Zamza takes a RESOUNDING FIVE to TWO lead!! 
Alex: See, just when you thought he was out and good, this man sneaks inand crashes little Wilde through 5 tables in like, what, 3-4 minutestime? No wonder he's representing Vegas in the Hurricane Cup. 
Will: Zamza smiles at the masked bodyguard and laughs! The bodyguardtakes a bow?!?! What?! And now he's walking away and through thecrowd?!?! 
Alex: These guys are professionals, son... Watch and learn. 
Phil: Zamza now to the outside, as the masked man is making his waythrough the crowd still... Zamza grabs a table from the side of the ringand slides it in. 
Will: Another table?!?! 
Alex: This IS a ten tables match... 
Phil: Zamza also with a chair... Masked man nowhere in site. He slidesthe chair in the ring and then rolls in himself... Zamza definitelysetting up Tanke for something big... 
Alex: You sure about that one Detective Mulder? 
Will: Zamza clearing some wreckage away from the last corner... What amess! 
Phil: The Man of Infinite Holds props the table up again in the cornerand lays Tanke up against it... Wilde Tanke in store for another tripthrough a table! 
Alex: Zamza's gonna win this one in no time. 
Phil: Zamza sets up the chair in the middle of the ring... He setshimself up across the ring... Runs... Leaps off the chair, and... 
Will: NO!!!! TANKE MOVED!!! 
Phil: Wilde Tanke with all the energy he had in him just moved out of theway and sent Zamza crashing through that table! 5 tables to 3 now infavor of Zamza! Tanke closed the gap with a heads up play! 
Alex: But look at him! He's out of energy! The guy's spent andbeaten! 
[The masked man is shown setting up a table on the floor up against thewall below a balcony.] 
Will: What is that masked guy doing? 
Alex: Probably Miss Madison like everyone else... Oh wait... You saidWHAT is he doing... Not who... Sorry... 
Will: You'd better be, or else the King of Swing would be on you likewhite on rice. 
Phil: Both men struggling to get up... Zamza to his feet first.. Slowlymaking his way over to Tanke... 
Will: Dropkick to the knees by Tanke! Zamza goes down! 
Phil: Tanke back up... Runs to the ropes, bounces back... Legdrop toZamza's head! 
Will: And Wilde Tanke is back into this thing! 
Phil: Chair still in the middle of the ring, right by where these guysare fighting... Zamza getting up and... SWINGS at Tanke... 
Will: Tanke ducks the punch! 
Phil: Tanke with a drop toe hold onto the chair! And Zamza is knockedout! 
Alex: A drop toe hold onto a chair ain't gonna put him out for too longor hurt his eye or nothing... This ain't no stinkin' sissypromotion. 
Will: Tanke makes a hand signal to Moose, and she suddenly perks up...She's telling Lightning something. 
Phil: Tanke now grabs Zamza and, Irish whip to the ropes... HURRACANRANA!Tanke took him over in a flash with that one. 
Will: Moose and Lightning setting up a table at ringside... 
Alex: Hey! No fair! He's getting help! 
Will: Turnabout's fair play, Alex. 
Phil: Tanke has Zamza up again... Whips him in again... Tanke movingclose to the ropes... BACKDROP OVER THE TOP! 
Will: And Zamza just went CRASHING through the table set up at ringside!Five-FOUR! Tanke closing the gap! 
Alex: And would you look at those idiots outside the ring there...They're all happy and smiling... Shouldn't the J-Crown holder be in bedby now... Go tuck him in Moose. 
[Shot shows the masked bodyguard having already stacked two tables on topof each other now putting a third on top of those.] 
Phil: As the masked man sets up something crazy, Zamza now holds only aone table lead in this thing... Zamza on the outside, Wilde Tanke on theinside... Zamza has successfully put Wilde Tanke through 5 tables andTanke's put him through 4... The scene is set now as Tanke ha the upperhand and could tie this thing up at ANY moment. 
Will: Tanke saying something to Lightning and Moose... And they'recooking something. 
Alex: Steak? 
Will: Huh? 
Alex: Are they cooking steak? 
Phil: Idiots... Lightning unfolds a table and sets it up in the corneroutside now where the guardrail defines the ringside area... The fansloving this... 
Will: Tanke barking orders out from inside the ring now as Moose has holdof another table... They're doing some stacking of their own!!! 
Phil: I don't know what this team has in their plans, but it's verydangerous... Tanke happy with what he sees... Oh my... He's climbing tothe top turnbuckle... Zamza up to his feet outside... 
Will: Tanke to the top! He's going to hit Zamza with a big divehere! 
Phil: Wilde Tanke off... and... 
Alex: ZAMZA MOVED! TANKE HIT THE GUARDRAIL! 
Will: He hit throat first! The guardrail might have just forced Tanke toswallow his tongue! 
Alex: You idiot, don�t you know anything... Only a ring bell could dothat! 
Phil: Zamza doesn't miss a step in throwing Tanke back in the ring... Hewhips him HARD into the corner... Zamza back in this thing! 
[The masked man has three tables stacked with one next to them on thefloor. He is standing on the single table and is pulling upanother.] 
Will: Masked Man hard at work! 
Phil: Zamza now climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and begins hoistingTanke up from behind... This does not boad well! 
Alex: If you're Tanke it doesn't... If you're Zamza, however... Well,you're lucky to be such a great performer, but it also boads well foryou. 
Phil: Zamza has him up... OH MY GOD!!! 
Will: BELLY-TO-BACK SUPERPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE THROUGH TWO TABLES!!!! 
Alex: That was a sick move... Come on Phil... I know you thought that waspretty cool... 
Phil: It was! And Zamza now takes a SEVEN to FOUR lead in this ten tablesmatch 
Alex: I guess Lightning and Moose didn't exactly have their work pay offfor Wilde, did the? 
Phil: Zamza going right back at him! This is crazy! He is going to try towin this as quickly as possible! 
Alex: Why not? He probably wants to watch Seinfeld repeats tonight sameas you or me. Quicker this thing is over, quicker we get home! 
Will: Zamza now leading Tanke down the aisleway! 
Phil: Through the curtains! They're heading through the back!  Thismatch is going to get even crazier than it already has! 
Will: Zamza hurrying this thing through the back of the arena now, and itlooks to me like he knows where he's headed... 
Alex: Yeah, the parking lot! I love when matches spill out there... Allthe more chance they'll do some damage to yours Will. 
Phil: You mean that red '81 Datsun with the green fender? 
Will: Phil! 
Phil: Oh, come on, Will... Sometimes you're just asking to be made funof, I swear! 
Alex: Zamza's got Tanke out in that parking lot now, as they just flewthrough the back... A few fans straggling around out there... I think thebettors though, they're gonna get a kick out of the action. 
Phil: LOOK OUT! LIGHTNING JUST DECKED ZAMZA WITH A CHAIR!!!! 
Will: He came out of NOWHERE!!! 
Alex: Maybe he's really Lightning quick, eh? 
Will: Quite possibly, Alex. 
Phil: Lightning helping out his friend Wilde Tanke here and Moose letshim know he did a good job... 
Alex: I can't believe that idiot is our J-Crown champion... Give me PeteAerts any day! 
Will: Shut up, Alex... Lightning's done more for the NWC cruiserweightdivision than anyone in the history of the division. 
Alex: Not more than Pete Aerts! 
Will: Much more! 
Phil: Stop arguing... Moose's tossed a set of keys to Wilde! He's alreadyunlocking the car door to that special edition 2000 Grand Am! 
Alex: But Zamza's sneaking towards him... 
Will: Look out Wilde! 
Phil: Zamza clips the knee! The door is left wide open with both men onthe concrete! Tanke dropped those keys on the seat! 
Will: Tanke still in control though, as he hits Zamza with a forearm androlls him onto the hood of the car before he gets up on it himself! 
Phil: Wilde leaps up, and catches Zamza with a LEAPING DDT onto the hoodof that car!! Zamza LANDED on the hood!! Wilde rolls off the car, thengets back to his feet, dazed! Wilde LAYS the elbows into Zamza, still ontop of that car, then sets up a table next to the car!! 
Will: Smart of SCCW to put some of them outside the arena. 
Alex: I think it was from autograph signings earlier, ya maroon! 
Will: Er, um, yeah, well um, oooh, um, that's what I meant! 
Phil: Wilde sets Zamza to a standing position on top of that car again,and DDT�s him onto the table! NO!! Zamza stopped Wilde MID AIR!!! ZamzaPICKS Wilde up and. . . 
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Alex: Um. . . . . . . . . . likewise, guys. 
Phil: (hardly able to speak) Zamza. . . backflipped into the glass. . . .. . . Wilde flew through that windshield like it was nothing. . . . . . .Oh. . . my. . . god. 
Will: This match bringing out the WORST in the man who will represent SinCity Championship Wrestling at Across Enemy Lines II in Australia. He'sDRAGGING Tanke out of the car! 
Alex: Yeah, this is too cool. Don't forget he's right next to that tableWilde set up. 
Phil: Wilde scratching at his eyes, like maybe he got a piece of glassinto it or. . something. 
Will: And Zamza's smiling! 
Alex: Well� He did do something good and gain an advantage. Wouldn�t thatmake you smile? 
Phil: Zamza still on top of that hood, as Tanke�s laid out in the frontseat� Wait� No� 
[The engine of the car starts. Zamza suddenly looks worried.] 
Will: Tanke� He must�ve� He must�ve gotten the keys and started thecar!!! 
Alex: Get off the hood, Zamza! 
Phil: He�s backing that special edition 2000 Grand Am up! This is insane!And Zamza�s still on the hood! They�re going to kill him!! 
Will: Tanke screeches the tires as he turnsto go forward� I feel bad for Zamza� 
Phil: That Grand Am now being driven forward by Tanke towards thattable� OH MY GOD!!! TANKE JUST HIT THEBRAKES HARD!!! 
Will: AND ZAMZA WENT FLYING OFF OF THE HOOD AND THROUGH THE TABLE!!! 
Alex: I�ve gotta admit� That was pretty frigging cool. 
Will: Tanke getting closer, now down SEVENto FIVE in this ten table match� 
Phil: I couldn�t imagine would we could see next� Tanke now slowlygetting out of that car� Man has he taken a beating� Man has Zamza takena beating! These guys have officially beaten each other up! 
Will: Moose now going over to console the downed Wilde.. He�s still cutup badly from that fall through the window� 
Alex: Masked Man!! Masked Man!! Here�s comes Zamza�s masked bodyguard!And he�s headed for Tanke! Alright! 
Phil: He just threw Moose out of the way and to the ground! 
Will: And Lightning right there to protect her! 
Alex: There�s some weird relationship between these three oddball kids, Itell you that much. 
Phil: The masked bodyguard now getting punched over and over again by theJ-Crown Champion! Lightning not letting up the attack... But the maskedman is so big, he�s just not going down! 
Will: It�s like a flea fighting a lion! Lightning has no chance of takingout this man! 
Alex: Zamza�s up! Zamza is up! And he�s making his way over to theaction! 
Phil: Wilde Tanke stirring on the ground after that fall through theglass... Moose is down after being thrown to the ground to the maskedman... Lightning trying to knock down the masked man... And Zamza nowcrawling towards it all... He gets just behind Lightning... LOW BLOW! LOWBLOW ON THE J-CROWN HOLDER! 
[Zamza signals to the masked man, who nods his head.] 
Will: What was that all about? 
Phil: The masked man�s taking Wilde Tanke! He�s got him up on hisshoulder and he�s carrying him out of here! 
Alex: Zamza whips Lightning into a car! 
Phil: Follows up with the clothesline... NO! LIGHTNING MOVED! And Zamzahit the side window of that car hard, smashing through it with hisforearm! 
Will: Where is the masked man taking Wilde!?!?! I don�t even seehim!! 
[As Zamza and Lightning fight in the parking lot, the shot shows themasked man carrying Wilde Tanke through the back of the arena.] 
Phil: He�s bringing him back in... Wait... All those tables!!! He�ssetting him up to lose! 
Will: They can�t do that! 
Alex: They can... and they will. While Zamza distracts that little kidoutside, the masked man�s gonna end this thing! Ingenious! 
[The masked man carries Tanke through the curtains to a huge applause.Set up against the wall are tables stacked 5 high.] 
Will: FIVE TABLES!!!!! FIVE TABLES!!?!?!?!?!? 
Alex: One for each of Wilde�s IQ Points. 
Phil: The masked man carrying Tanke up the stairs to that balcony. Whenhe gets up there, this isn�t going to be pretty. 
[The shot goes to the parking lot, where there is no fighting. Lightningis down on the ground next to Moose and Zamza is nowhere in sight.] 
Will: Where�s Zamza? What happened to Lightning?!?! 
Alex: My bet? Zamza destroyed that little punk and then came in to finishthis thing himself. 
Phil: Regardless, the masked man is now on that balcony and about to setup Tanke for a ride through those tables to end this thing! The fans upthere are going insane! 
Alex: Of course... They want to see Tanke get killed here. 
Phil: Masked man has Tanke in a Full Nelson! 
Will: Where�s Zamza?!?!?! 
Phil: Tanke up! 
Will: OH MY GOD!!!! THAT�S CRIMSON PROPHET!!! 
Phil: Crimson Prophet just nailed the masked man from behind!! Tankemomentarily safe! 
Alex: Where�d Prophet come from? 
Will: Apparently nowhere... 
Phil: Wait... Wait... The crowd parting... NO! 
Will: That�s VERIO DIVINE! Golden State Wrestling�s Verio Divine is upthere... AND HE�S GOT ZAMZA!!! 
Phil: Divine and Prophet are partners in the Hurricane Cup, a tournamentin which Zamza WILL be a part of... Maybe they�re looking to take outsome competition early. 
Will: Prophet has the masked man down, and he�s kicking him! Tanke on thefloor as well� 
Alex: No, this isn�t right! Not this way! 
Phil: Divine calling to Prophet! Prophet over! They set up Zamza!NOOOOO!!!! 
Will: DOUBLE POWERBOMB THROUGH ALL FIVETABLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
DING, DING, DING!!! 
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen... You�re winner in this five tablesmatch... By a score of TEN to SEVEN.........................Willllllllllldeeeeeeee Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaanke!!! 
Phil: Apparently there's some ruckus going on in the back...what's the meaning this... 
Will: Get a camera Crew back there, NOW... 
[The remote unit is sent to the back...There's POTS yelling around a corner at someone...Security guards are around...] 
POTS: What're you talkin about?! I'm the best damn thing to happen to this federation...This region is as strong as it IS, BECAUSE OF ME... 
VOICE: You are an idiot...I can not believe that I allowed you to run THIS AMOK with MY company! 
POTS: YOUR Company?! You are insane! 
VOICE: No...you are stripped of your title! 
POTS: You can't do that to me... 
Phil: Wow...can you believe what's happening? 
Alex: Only one guy can yell that stuff to POTS and make it happen, and WE haven't met him... 
Will: That's the smartest thing you ever said... 
POTS: What d'you mean, MY TITLE? 
VOICE: You are stripped of being the SCCW Commissioner, POTS... 
POTS: You can't do that to me... 
Phil: Someone get that camera around the corner...that has to be the new owner of SCCW... 
[The camera begins to pan...] 
POTS: So what're you tellin me?! 
VOICE: You are just a wrestler...you wanna prove you are the Christ of SCCW...you prove it in the ring from now on... 
POTS: You can't be serious... 
VOICE: You'll WORK for your power from now on...That's the end... 
POTS: I'll show you, you son of a bitch... 
[Screen begins to fade to black...] 
Phil: Oh my...That guy...that's...That's... 
[End Transmission...]

[REPLAY] 
RUNDISE: Folks...we have a predicament...and no matter what I told POTSIE in the back...I gotta say...I'm STRIPPING STEVE SULLIVAN of the SCCW TITLE! 
POTS: WHAT?! [He's Irrate...kicking the ropes with his good leg...] 
RUNDISE: You heard me right...JC Novastar is now the SOLE SCCW Title holder! 
POTS: No no no...you don't see straight, son...you may be my equal, but you ain't out-gunnin me....if Sully ain't the champ...NEITHER IS NAVELSTAR... 
RUNDISE: NO! You aren't allowed to do that! We need a Champion. 
POTS: And we'll have one...after all this Across Enemy Lines BS is taken care of... 
RUNDISE: What are you getting at? 
POTS: Since you were so kind as to not follow our plan, Skylar...I'm setting up RIGHT NOW...AN SCCW TITLE TOURNAMENT...And Sully, being the SCCW Champion...will get a bye in the first round... 
RUNDISE: IF that's the case, then Novastar deserves a bye, as well... 
Phil: Wow...this is big, folks. 
Will: An SCCW TITLE TOURNEY with both these men getting first round byes. 
POTS: Alright...and as to the manner of the boys that actually SHOWED UP FOR THIS MATCH... 
RUNDISE: I'm ready to hear this, now... 
POTS: Since they both gave...cough cough...an effort...cough cough, tonight...they'll BOTH be in the tourney, as well...AND THAT, you silly scrubs...is THEIR TITLE Shot... 
Phil: The crowd's in an uproar as POTS sounds like he's pulling the old "McMahon Title Shot Tourney" Trick... 
[END REPLAY] 
Phil: Welcome everyone and how are ya?! This is SCCW The VIEWS! 
Will: Well, if this show garners the ratings that the higher ups feel it will, we may very well have our second weekly show... 
Alex: Yeah, that's what the guys always say... 
Phil: Folks, we are within thirty minutes of knowing more about the SCCW Title Tournament, and more info on the dismantling of the SCCW TV Title... 
Will: And maybe, we'll find out just a little more info about WHO the new BIG MAN is... 
Alex: I already know who it is... 
Phil: Oh Brother.... 
(Suddenly, the lights die down, and are replaced by various grey lights. "The Anthology of Anarchy and Apathy" by Grubb Hanler starts blasting in the background, as "Wise Ass" Wilde Talke slowly emerges through the curtains, and starts walking down the wrestler isle. To his side is, surprisingly, Shelly Hollins. "The Gymnastic One" is dressed in a totally black leotard, along with some sort of ballet slippers. She's got that same determined look on her face as always, A serious face, with ever the smallest hint of a smile. Wilde, meanwhile, is dressed in grey jeans, no shirt, but grey wrist bands, and a head band. Though his grey streaked black hair covers part of it, it clearly says "Afterlife" on it. Wilde walks to the ring at a determined pace as the fans let out a mostly positive response to the member of Prisioners of War. Just as Wilde dives into the ring, the lights go black, the song is immediatly killed off, and we hear, over the speakers, the words, "Slaughtered Soul.") 
Phil: Looks like we've got an apperance by Wilde Tanke, although this wasn't on my shcedule! 
Will: Wasn't on mine either, and why's Shelly Hollins with him?! 
Alex: And why isn't anyone refilling my Sprite?! 
(The crowd looks to the entranceway as a gust of smoke fills it, and as the yellow strobe lights flare, the J-Crown champ and new SCCW superstar, Lightning, steps out from behind the smoke. The crowd gives a great response for him. He's wearing his plain old blue sweat suit, with the J-Crown strapped around his waist. Moose is walking next to him, wearing what looks to be a brand new t-shirt, that has Wilde and Lightning on it, with the words "Lightshow" in brilliant letters across the front. The two make their way to the ring.) 
(Wilde already has the microphone, and is kneeling in the middle of the ring.) 
He speaks. "Ya know, da funny thing about when I was young is how much I never figured out. For instance, it's still a mystery til this day which was worse: The stinging sensation of being constatly mocked by my peers, or the bitter resentment, the defening silence, on those times everyone chose to ignore me. It didn't matter long, it didn't last long; one of the first lessons in my life I've learned, one of the most valuble, was how to make noise and manipulate. To make a long, boring story short, Ah just happen to be used to getting mah own way. So right now. . . . Lightning, tell em what Light Show wants!" 
(Wilde hands the mic over to Lightning, who looks out into the crowd. He pulls the mic to his lips.) 
"Wilde tell me dat we have more fun if we bofe fight togever... and he tell me dat we can do dat wight now... but we need two peoples to come out an' fight us... what we want? We want two meanies come out so we can have fun! Wight Wilde?" 
"Personally," responds Wilde, slowly pulling himself to his feet, then falling back to his knees, "I don't care if it's two, three, or ten you bring out. I just wanna leave someone a Slaughtered Soul." The fans cheer at this long time marketing phrase. As this happens, Shelly takes the microphone. 
Before she can even speak, the fans respond with cheering for the very popular superstar. Shelly smilse, and places the mic to her lips. "Affection appricated. Currently, we sit in anticipation of what should no doubt be an easily disposed tag team, as the City of Sin is full of such talentless wonders in it's tag team devision. For instance. .. Suicidal Army?" She looks to Moose. "I'd certainly think we could get a tag team title oppertunity right now, if we so wished." 
Moose simply smiles and nods, as she doesn't know much about wrestling. Lightning walks to Shelly, who hands him the mic. "Wilde say we get more shinies... if we beat Suisid Armee... I want more shiny... we get, wight Shelly?" 
"Ya might get a couple of shineys over your eyes if they kick you up there," says Wilde with a smile. 
Shelly speaks into the mic as Wilde holds it. "Affirmitive. Suicide Army is the current possessors of the Austrailain rules tag team championship. Defeating them would prove difficult, though in no means impossable. I would venture to guess, however, that they won't be amking an appearnace tonight, as there's a Metallica marathon on challel five!" Fans erupt at leaughing over the mention of channel five. . . or over something. 
Moose speaks into the mic. It's getting pretty crowded. "Wilde, you were talking to Lightning about Wasted Youth earlier, right?" 
Wilde speaks, looking at the two ladies hovering over the mic he holds. "Umm, I was? Oh wait, yes, I was." 
Lightning walks over to the mic, making Wilde's space even more limited. "What you say, i forget..." 
"It's predetermined that you'll defeat him," says Wilde, smiling confidently. "I mean, though, in Australia, you've got to be very careful not to get lost! Kinda like SCCW lost all it's talented tag teams. . ." 
Lightning nods in understandment, if that's a word. "But dey have us now... who else dey need? Wilde, when we go to Aus-trail-ya... can we bwing home a pet kangywoo?" 
(Wilde turns to the ring attendent, discussing something, while Moose talks to Wilde, cautiosly eyeing Shelly all the time. Moose speaks.) 
"Um, sorry, Lightning, we're not allowed to keep pets in our hotel unless we got a permet, besides, who would clean up after it and feed it?" 
Lightning pouts. "But i 'sponsable... i take care of it... pweeeeeessssee...." 
"Um, I'll think about it," responds Moose in that motherly tone of hers. 
(Wilde returns, with his own microphone!! HIS OWN MICROPHONE, people!! He speaks into it. Oh GOD the clarity of this mic! It's intoxicating!!) 
Wilde smiles. "Maybe if you talk about some other tag teams she'll let yeah have a kangy. What about J C Novastar and Water Piston McShane?" 
Lightning thinks. "I like JC... he nice guy... I no want fight him 'gen..." 
"I like JC too," sys Wilde, "but if we gotta beat him to get a kangoroo, then by jove, dat's what we'll do!" 
Shelly can't help but speak into Lightning's mic, as it's obvious anyone who gets near Wilde's mic gets his or her face bitten off. "What does beating JC have to do with getting a kangaroo?" 
Lightning sighs, as if the answer is obvious. "Cause kangywoos don't like JC... if we beat him... den de kangywoos will ask Moose nicely if dey can come home wif us... and Moose will say yes... cause she pwetty, nice lady..." 
Shelly looks rather amused. "Why don't the cangawo, er, kangaroos like JC again?" 
Lightning sighs again. "Cause JC doesn't wive in Aus-trail-ya!" 
"Ah, certainly an interesting point," concers Shelly Hollins. She turns to the back, almost sensing something. Just then, a pair of guys come out from the back. One looks to be well over seven feet tall, but only about two hundred forty pounds. 
Wilde ignores them, and turns back to Lightning. "We don't live in Australia, I don't even like Australia." Fans cheer this, of course, being typical gambling xenophobes. Fans are unilaterilly chanting, "We're all stars now. . . in the Light snow!" 
Lightning glances at the bean pole walking down the aisle. "Wilde, who dat?" 
"Dat must be out challangers," says Wilde, welcoming the challenging challange of a pair of challangers. 
"I tought we was fightin' Suisid Armee?" Lightning inquires. 
"That's Suicide Army?!" asks Wilde, confused. "Don't look much like their picture!" 
Shelly shakes her head and speaks into Lightning's mic. "Wilde, Lightning, they aren't the tag champs, they are job--" 
She is quickly interrupted by Lightning, who whispers. "Keyfabe...can't say dat word." 
Wilde sighs, then turns to Lightning. "Why is keeping the military up so expensive?" 
Lightning looks extremely confused and shrugs his shoulders. 
"Cause it costs an armee and a leg to maintain!" Wilde breaks out laughing as the second opponent, dressed in ninja bottems and a bandana over his bald head, walks towards the ring. 
Wilde continues laughing, but stops as he sees everyone else isn't. A moment of silence ensues as crickets are heard chirping. 
"Sufferin suckatash!" gripes Wilde, as a THIRD wrestler makes his way to the ring!! This one looks very identical to Lightning, but has on a green and white striped wrestling outfit, with the word, "Stormchaser" over it! Wow! 
Lightning stares at the guy coming down. "Wilde... who dat?" 
"Um, his shirt says he's Stormtrooper." Wilde shrugs. "Must be some Star Wars thing!" Wilde turns to the crowd, and yells, "Ah challenge the Corperate Minstry!" 
Moose, who has been silent for a while, tries to speak into Wilde's mic. As Wilde literally snaps with his teeth, she goes to Lightning's. "Geez... I think these three are your opponents guys." 
The big skinny wrestelr and the guy in ninja bottems gets in the ring. The ninjy bottem guy takes the mic. "Dah, ve are hired by Sigfield and Roid to take care of this one! I am Jack, and together we are Jack and the Bean Stalk!" 
Lightning eyes the two men. "If we beat you... can we have a white tiger?" 
Moose worries, flips, and screams, "LIGHTNING!" 
Lightning falls on the ground, taking the mic with him. "Umm... yes?" 
"Sorry, hon, no tigers for pets," says Moose, having taken Wilde's mic when he dropped it to look at the crowd signs in the audiance. Just then, the big wrestler attacks Wilde from behind, NAILING HIM with a forearm to the back of the head!!! 
Phil: And it looks like WE ARE UNDERWAY!!! 
Alex: About time they shut these morons up. 
Will: It looks like this match will be a tornado tag team match. 
Phil: The Bean Stalk is attacking Wilde, and Lightning drop kicked him in the knee, trying to help his friend. 
(As all this hell is going on, a fourth wrestler makes his way from the back, this one looks to be a definate shooter, maybe six foot five inches tall, and he's got a chair in his ahnds! Dammit!! THis is bad! What's going on?!) 
Will: This is confus. . . 
Ring announcer: Laides and gentlemen, the official ruling of Ace Tanke. . . this is an EIGHT MAN elimination tag team matchup!! 
Alex: Isn't it six man, two woman? 
Will: I guess... but... I don't know... 
Phil: Well, a referee has finally come ringside and is getting this under control, Wilde and the Bean Stalk are in the ring, Jack, Stormchaser, and Chair Boy are in one corner, Lightning, Moose, and Shelly are in another. 
Will: Referee Jesse Dynamite?! When did he make his return to active duty?! 
Phil: Meanwhile, Wilde's in trouble, as Bean Stalk just lifted him up and CRASHED HIM DOWN with a tiltowhirl suplex!! I'm told his name is Dynamaics, the Bean Stalk, insidentally! He's a bit stronger than he looks too! 
Alex: Hahaha! This guy's great, I love him already. 
Will: Wilde is really in trouble here, he's got to use his speed against this guy. 
Phil: And Wilde does JUST that, dodging out of the way of that big boot attempt and scurrying into his corner for advice!! He looks up towards Lightning, seemingly more interested in Lightning's state of mind than the match. 
Alex: This Lightning kid is freaky, he doesn't even look the same anymore, look at his eyes! 
Will: Alex, you're right. We saw this before when he came here to defend his J-Crown against Novastar. He is a whole new man. 
Phil: Lightning reaches over and tags Wilde, then slingshots himself into the ring. Still not having a fill of action, however, Wilde turns and rushes at Bean with that trademark speed of his, cathching Stalk with a drop toe hold!! Lightning takes advantage of it, dropping a leg across the back of Bean's head!! Wilde gets up, pulls the tall man's leg up in the air, then with Lightning's help, DRIVES IT into the mat!!! 
"What now?" asks Wilde, a strange glint in his eyes. 
Will: These two seem to have perfect teamwork, knowing exactly what the other is doing. 
Phil: Wilde and Lightning life Bean to his feet, glancing at one another, they both kick him in the stomach and drop him with a devastating double DDT! 
Alex: Ooh, fancy alliteration. Come on ref, those two are cheating! 
(As Lightning picks up Stalk, Wilde rolls to the outside of the ring. But as soon as Wilde gets back to his feet, Lightning slams the bigger Bean Stalk. Wilde catapults himself OVER the toprope!) 
Phil: Great Slingshot into a leg drop by Wilde!!! 
Phil: It looks like Lightning is going for a cover! 
(This only serves to draw Jack in! Jack picks Lightning up and NAILS HIM with a Jack Knife!!) 
Alex: I um, bet that's his finishing move. 
(Jack rolls Stalk on top!! Referee Jesse Dynamite counts!! 
ONE!!! 
TWO!!! 
(What? Moose makes the save!) 
Alex: What the hell is she doing? 
Will: She's trying to help Lightning. Uh oh... Jack is glaring at Moose. 
Phil: He's taking his eyes off the person he should be worried about! Wilde drop kicks Jack in the side of the head! What elevation! Jack falls through the ropes to the outside. 
Will: And off hte top rope!! Here comes Shelly Hollins to NAIL Bean Stalk with a hurracanrana!! 
Phil: What a move! This girl gives up over two feet to this guy, but she's not backing down. I forget who the legal members of this match are anymore! 
Alex: When will Chair Boy get some shots in?! 
Will: I think his name is Duveque Warrington, Alex. Meanwhile, Shelly Hollins keeping up the offense with a drop kick to the knee on Jack!! She NAILS HIM with a drop kick that only reaches his stomach! 
(Meanwhile, Wilde yells to the fans, "Make! SOME!! NOOOOOISE!!!" The fans erspond with plenty of cheering.) 
Alex: I'm still calling him Chair Boy. 
Phil: Suit yourself. The crowd responding well to Wilde, as Lightning gets to his feet. Lightning glancing around, and sees Jack on the outside. He's running, Suicide Dive!! Jack's head hit the guardrail hard! 
Will: The amazing thing there, besides the move, is that Jack's still on his feet, although barely!! IN the ring, Stormtrooper catches Shelly from behind and NAILED HER with. . . wasn't that the Crash of Thunder?! 
Phil: It's Storm CHASER, I know that! 
Phil: This guy seems to be a carbon copy of Lightning. And I don't think Wilde's taking that to lightly, he runs towards Stormchaser and drops him with a clothesline. 
Will: Lightning on the outside sends Jack over the guardrail with a standing drop kick. 
Alex: He is NOTHING like Lighting! 
Will: That's Lightning, you goof! 
Alex: Whatever!! 
Phil: Meanwhile, Moose attending to Shelly, surprising, as these two's history is well documented. Outside the ring, Jack just raked Lightninga cross the eyes!! In the ring, Wilde tosses Stormchaser into the turnbuckle, then catches him with a chop as he staggers out!! Here comes Warrington into the ring with that chair!! 
Alex: Get him Chair Boy! 
Will: He's running at Wilde with that chair, drop kick! Wilde sent the chair into Warrington's nose! 
Phil: Lightning looks to be getting very irate with Jack and leaps onto the guardrail, cross body block into the crowd! 
Will: But Wilde caught posing for the crowd from behind by Bean Stalk!! Stalk picks Wilde up, and NAILS HIM with a pump handle into a delayed vertical suplex, NO!! Reversed by Wilde into a sunset flip!!! 
ONE!!! 
TWO.... 
THREE!!! 
Alex: No! 
Will: We have our first elimination in this match! 
Ring Announcer: Bean Stalk has been eliminated by Wilde Tanke via a sunset flip. 
(Wilde rolls to the outside of the ring, as Moose helps Shelly out. . . what now?! --) 
Alex: What are they doing?! 
Phil: I don't know!! 
Will: Sounds like Wilde's trash talking Danny Sundown again, though! 
Alex: Figures, this punk's mouth is gonna get him into trouble REAAAAAAAL soon! 
Phil: Lightning climbs over the guard rail and joins Wilde, Moose, and Shelly. 
Alex: Are they tryin to draw their remaining three opponents to the outside? 
Will: Well genius, Jack is already outside. Chair B-- er Warrington is down in the ring, there is blood coming from his nose. That leaves Stormchaser the only one of the three who can. 
Phil: OH MY GODLINESS!!! Stormchaser just lept off the top turnbuckle and NAILED all four opponents with a corkscrew plancha!!! 
Alex: AWESOME!! 
Will: Mistake, he's galavanting around, showing off to the crowd. Lightning is getting to his feet and glances at Stormchaser. 
Alex: [shudders] Those eyes... 
Phil: Lightning flies at Stormchaser, spearing him from the back, sending his face into the ground hard! 
(Wilde is also back on his feet and he signals something to Lighting. As one, they run at the ring steel barracade, and leap OVER it, NAILING the just recovering Jack witha double springboard drop kick!!) 
Alex: Oh my! 
Phil: What a move by these two, the Lightshow, as they are being dubbed, seems to have perfect teamwork skills down. Jack was just obliterated by that move! 
Alex: Meanwhile, Moose and Shelly rolled back in the RING JUST AS THE REFEREE FINISHES HIS TEN COUNT!!!!!! Whoa boy!! 
Will: That was close! All six of them nearly got eliminated, Warrington would have won this match! 
Phil: I dont think Wilde and Lightning even noticed. They're picking up Jack and setting him up for... Double Suplex! 
Phil: Lightning SPIKES Jack across Wilde's knee from that suplex!! Spiked Genetic Armageddon!! Meanwhile, in the ring, Warrington is in the corner, begging for mercy from the two girls!! Sheesh! 
Alex: Moose and Shelly look rather hot right now, you sure he's begging for mercy? 
Will: Enough, Alex. 
Phil: Wilde and Lightning seem to be getting bored with Jack, and leave him laying in the crowd. Some of the fans are laying some kicks to him! Meanwhile, Shelly and Moose have Warrington on his knees. Dropkick from Shelly! Right to the bloody face of... 
Alex: (interrupting) Chair Boy! 
(Suddenly, HERE COMES TAJ AFTERBURN?! The vice president's assistance hits ringside, wtih Ami Smith not far behind!!) 
Alex: I love Taj! 
Will: What is he doing here? He has no business in this match! 
Phil: Uh oh...it seems like things may have an upper turn for Warrington and his crew...or maybe not... 
Alex: Will, can I be like Taj when I grow up? He is the cool-lest! Check him out! 
Will: Umm... sure. What is he doing? 
Phil: Looks like he's headed toward the ring...I don't think any of the opponents notice him, Will! 
Will: I agree, he's making a clear path for the ring, Wilde and Lightning don't notice him and Shelly and Moose are both kicking Warrington! 
Phil: Wilde and Lightning still don't see Taj, they are moving around the ring, going after Stormchaser. Chaser sees them and runs towards the two men, only to be dropped by a double clothesline! 
Will: Meanwhile now in the ring, Shelly and Moose still continue to pummel the life out of one Warrington. 
Alex: *sigh* I envy that guy. 
Will: And I pity you. 
Phil: Uh oh, it looks like Taj is climbing the ring apron, this could be trouble. 
Alex: Even going into the ring he looks cool. Sliding under the top rope, he gives a familiar hand gesture to the moronic crowd, who are booing the hell out of him! What do those idiots know anyway? 
Will: Those boos have the ladies, Shelly and Moose, looking up at the crowd. They still don't see Taj, standing right behind them. 
Phil: Meanwhile, on the outside, Stormchaser is hit with a double brain-buster by the Lightshow! 
Alex: Where in the hell is that other guy...Jack? 
Will: Beats me. Taj smiling deviously in the direction of Shelly and Moose... 
Phil: Jack is still getting kicked by the fans ringside, what does Taj have going on in that twisted mind of his? 
(Taj walks up behind Shelly and pats her on the butt. Shelly turns around swinging her foot up high in the air, going for a roundhouse kick.) 
Alex: Haha! Taj ducked and threw her to the ground. 
Will: Moose is calling for Lightning and Wilde's help! Taj with that evil grin on his face is looking at her. 
Phil: No Taj, she's no wrestler, don't do it! Lightning and Wilde have come to her aid! Lightning is charging at Taj, no! Hip toss! Wilde looks ready to run at Taj as well, but Stormchaser takes him down from behind. Taj glares at Moose, who looks rather frightened. 
(Out of nowhere, a huge cheer explodes from the crowd, as J.C. Novastar charges to the ring!) 
Alex: NO! 
Phil: Novastar is here! Novastar is here! Afterburn's older brother is making the save. He catches Taj off guard, and with one punch, sends him flying down to the ground. Taj slides into the corner. Stormchaser and Jack are in the ring now. Warrington is on his feet! All four men are attacking Novastar, Lightning, and Tanke! 
Will: Amazing, the three are fending them off!! 
Alex: No, NO! Taj is too cool to lose now! 
Phil: Taj is taking off, he's running away, as are Warrington, Stormchaser, and Jack!! The ref is counting them out!! 
1 
2 
3 
4 
5 
6 
7 
8 
9 
10!!! 
(Ding, Ding) 
Ring Announcer: The remainder of the team has been eliminated, the winners� the PoW Team!! 
Will: PoW?? 
Phil: The only member of PoW in that ring is Wilde Tanke and he's a questionable member at that. 
Alex: No� Taj� come back� 
Phil: Get over it. Wilde and Novastar are looking over each other. Wilde mouths the words "thank you" to him. Novastar is leaving like that, and Shelly is following behind him. What a match! I suppose Lightning is solidified in the SCCW now, and representing US as the J-Crown champ at Across Enemy Lines 2!!!! 
Will: We'll be right back. 
[COMMERCIAL] 
Phil: Well, we're back...and we've got "Party Animal" Damien Newcastle against Kid Crimson... 
Dark Match: I think this is what you want for it...Newcastle gains controll with an eye gouge followed by a pump handle backbreaker. He then presses Kid Crimson over his head fro a guirilla press slam. He then delivers the Sundowner to get the one, two, three. He then does a stupid little dance in the ring to celebrate the first match he's been in and Pots hasn't interfered in. 
Announcer: Winner, Damien Newcastle, via pinfall. 
Will: What is he doing? 
Alex: Is THAT the BIG WIGGLE?! 
Phil: Wrong program, Weasel... 
Will: Phil, any idea when he'll hear about that Title Tournament? 
Alex: Well, I know all about it... 
Will: Who's in it? 
Alex: Kanu and Kid Crimson...The Instigators. 
Will: What are they [interrupted]... 
Phil: I can't believe you are listening to this nut. 
[COMMERCIAL] 
Phil: We're back, folks, and Will is in the ring...I think he's about to shed light on the Tournament details. 
Will: That's right Phil. Now, I'll spell it all out. [deep breath] As we all know, Four competitors have already been determined, those being Steve "Snake Eyes" Sullivan, JC Novastar, "Party Animal" Damien Newcastle and Piston McShain. The first two names being given first round byes. So now, without further adeui...the other names and simple brackets. 
Damien Newcastle vs. Steve Seductive 
winner faces Sullivan in second round 
Piston McShain vs. Jimmy Steele 
winner faces Novastar in second round 
Phil: Now's where things get interesting.... 
Will: To continue...with Zamza as the #1 contender, he's been given a bye, as well...and so has...dear lord...POTS... 
Phil: Apparently he booked that setup before he untimely termination of position...Anyway, Will...the other brackets? 
Crimson Prophet vs. Danny Sundown 
winner faces POTS in the second round 
and 
Kid Crimson vs. Mystery Opponent 
winner faces Zamza in the second round 
Phil: Why does it appear that the booking seems to be in Zamza's favor for this? 
[Will returns to ringside to sit and chat with Phil and Alex] 
Alex: Who's that on the teleprompter entering the building? 
[The camera shows a shot of the back arena doors. Suddenly they open up. And former two-time NWC World Champion Mr. Sinister walks through them.] 
Will: Oh my god! That's Mr. Sinister! What's he doing here?!? 
Alex: Damned if I know, but we've gotta take a break! 
[COMMERCIAL] 
Phil: Fans, before the break, we saw that former ESWA, MWA and MCW and current LSW superstar Mr. Sinister has entered the arena tonight. Why he's here is completely unbeknownst to any of us, but he immediately entered the arena and is sitting up in our luxury boxes. 
Alex: He's probably here for the legal prostitution! 
Will: Alex! 
Alex: I'm sure it's true! 
Will: I'm sure it is too, but if he heard you say that, Sinister would rip you apart! 
Alex: Ah, I'm not too worried about that, Sin knows I love him down here. 
[Suddenly, Suicidal Tendencies' "You Can't Bring Me Down" starts over the sound system. The fans go nuts at the melodic intro.] 
Phil: That music can mean only one thing... The Man of Infinite Holds is on his way to the ring! 
[As the intro comes to a close, the lights dim slowly until the explode as the line "What the Hell is going on around here!?!?!" is yelled and the music begins to rip. Zamza bursts through the curtains, his arms in the air to acknowledge the crowd. As he makes his way down the aisleway, the masked bodyguard, still clad in blue camoflague from head to toe steps through the curtain as well. The two make their way down the aisleway and to the ring. Zamza rolls in underneath the bottom rope. The masked man steps to the apron and over the top rope. Zamza walks confidently to the corner, steps on the second turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd. The reply with a huge response. Zamza looks to the ring announcer sitting outside of the ring and motions for him to throw in the microphone. The ring announcer does and Zamza makes a fluent on-hand grab. He taps it.] 
Zamza: What's up Las Vegas... Great show put on here tonight, huh? Interviews up the ass. Thanks for showing up... I'm gonna try to make it worth your while for coming. Now, what I just want to touch on quickly here is that this weekend over in Australia we're putting on an event that none of you faithful are gonna be able to attend live. And while that sucks and I feel bad for you, I'm gonna do a little something for the fans here that come out week in and week out to actually watch this stuff we do... I'm in a little tournament of sorts, with the winner getting a World Heavyweight Title shot... And I promise to all of you in the arena tonight that in 3 weeks time you're gonna be watching a World Title defense right in this very arena! 
[The crowd goes nuts.] 
Zamza: That's what you guys deserve for sitting through Ice Warrior/Hiroshi Mifune matches every week... You get to see a world title match. So after Australia, I'm gonna be bringing back a top contendership and a shiny trophy back to the City of Sin... But, uh... Speaking of "Sin", and that may be what I'm getting to here... There's a guy sitting up in the luxury box tonight that you may all know and love. You guys know Mr. Sinister's up there? 
[The shot pans to Mr. Sinister sitting in the luxury box.] 
Phil: Whatever he's planning, it can't be good. 
Zamza: Now, Sinister, you're here for a reason, and maybe you don't even know, but, well... I do. I know you came here tonight from the friendly confines of Texas to watch the Man of Infinite Holds in action just like how it used to be in Missouri. And I'm sorry to dissapoint you, but I ain't got a match this week. But,uh... Why don't we change that? Huh? 
Will: What?!?! 
Zamza: Yeah, you guessed right. Since you're in the building, and I'm looking to gear up for this weekend's festivities... Me and you... Zamza and Sinister... Tonight for the first time in Las Vegas... What do you say Sin? You up for it? 
[The camera pans to Mr. Sinister, sitting in the luxury box. He slowly nods his head "Yes". Zamza smiles.] 
Zamza: Then we're on... Vegas! Told you, I'd make it worth your while... See you later tonight, Sinister... 
[Zamza throws down the microphone with a "Thud" as his music begins playing and he and the masked man leave the ring. The fans are going nuts. Mr. Sinister is shown in the luxury box talking with the various men seated there as well.] 
Phil: MR. SINISTER AND ZAMZA, TONIGHT?!?! 
[COMMERCIAL] 
[Location: Chicago, IL 
Place: Northside Gym and Boxing on Broadway and Irving park] 
(The scene opens in front of a broken down looking boxing gym) 
A blue Jeep Cherokee pulls up 
Sundown gets out wearing the TV title over his shoulder, Xavier is driving and gets out to unlock the gym 
Sundown: Well, here it is... Where it all began... "Mean" Jack Fraiser learned to fight in this very gym. He fought Joe Louis to a standstill one night in Cicero. Thier punches were said to clap like thunder in that fight. A milestone... 
Sundown dressed in a dark black suit and wearing italian shoes, walks into the dusty gym. The ropes on the plywood ring are sagging and the floor creaks under the footsteps 
Sundown: We've come a long way boys... I trained in this gym, before all the money, all the fame.. But something doesnt feel right.. I dont know what it is. I feel hollow. 
Sundown walks around looking at the place, he touches a faded picture of the Road Warriors, looks at a dusty trophy from some long forgotten prize fighter, and punches a rickety speed bag that rattles some archaic memory of the past. 
Sundown: Maybe it's all this fighting, maybe I feel I'm underutilized here in the SCCW. These little interviews get harder every week, when its the same old people day in and day out. I don't know what it is. We talk so big for where we are on the card everyweek.. and well, it just feels like we are laboring for nothing.. 
Sundown inspects the ring, touching the ropes and looking at the hard plywood mat 
Sundown: I.. well, I just feel I've lost my smile.. I don't want to go on here.. Not as tv champ, and not in the ring. I bought this old gym to remake it in my own image, to give life and soul to this place we started in so many years ago.. But I realize.. I sold my soul. All the money, all the cars, all the women. It hasn't made me happy. What the hell am I doing with my life.. 
Xavier: Sir... 
Sundown: (With a hint of sadness in his eyes) No, don't bother. That's it, maybe I should just walk away. At least for now. Retirement until something better comes along... I dont know, Im so disillusioned. If they want to strip this belt from me, thats fine, but I wont defend it again... 
Phil: The belt has been dismantled...There is no TV Champion anymore... 
Alex: That's why this guy is funny... 
Will: though they DID let him into the SCCW Title Tournament. 
Sundown looks at the belt for a moment... 
Xavier: The SCCW is a fine organization, you have a Syndicate that is Everlasting to run... 
Sundown: No, No, you dont get it. This isnt about the SCCW. Its about pride, dignity, and respect. And the Syndicate as it is right now doesn't get any of that. We went around smacking people with chairs, backstabbing people, and... Where did it get us? 
Alex: Nowhere, if you ask me... 
Phil: Pipedown... 
Xavier: Well, both you and Hiroshi are champions and Bloodbath is in Japan on a huge contract deal.... I'd say pretty far. Isn't there a goal you haven't accompished here you hoped to? Not even one? 
Sundown: (a brief glimmer of interest in his eyes) Well, maybe your right, and there may be just one.... Maybe just one.... 
Sundown holds up the TV title and then lowers it, depression crosses his eyes again as he hands the belt to Xavier and walks out into the Chicago night. 
[COMMERCIAL] 
Phil: Well, we're back, and that was quite a segment we just had... 
Will: Yeah, we're ready for our next match... 
POTS vs. Hector Shiner...POTS wins via pinfall after the Crackerjack...deems he'll be out later. 
Jimmy Steele vs. Kanu ...After a massive DDT, Kanu falls outside the ring through a table...Jimmy wins via countout. 
Piston McShain vs. Instigator 1...Mcshain via pinfall 
Julius vs. Instigator 2...Julius via pinfall 
Steve Seductive vs. Richard Head...Richard Head doesn't show up...Seductive by forfeit. 
[COMMERCIAL] 
Phil: We're back, and POTS is scheduled to come out next... 
[ENTER SANDMAN from Mettalica begins over the PA] 
Will: This is different... 
[POTS steps out, wearing a "POTS: King of the Swerve '99" T-shirt. He gets to the ring, the crowd booing intently, attempting to get him out of there...he has a mic.] 
POTS: Hey yo...heh...always wanted to do that. I've apparently been told that I gotta do what I've done for a long time here... even though I made this region BETTER than that pissboy Vacarro ever did...And, now...I get thanked by being told I gotta be a measely wrestler again...Well, I'll tell ya somethin...I don't honestly care. Why? It's simple...the money's better when you are the star, not the boss...Any freak'll tell you that. 
[The crowd continues to boo...] 
POTS: Yeah, cry for all I care, you silly dirtclods...This is STILL my show...and I'm gonna take that SCCW Championship, whether those silly bigheaded bastards think so or not...Then, once again, I'll hold the SCCW power...and no one will be able to kick me out that time...mark my words. Now...I better get going, since before my "firing" I booked myself a firstclass flight to Australia to make sure I was there with my boys for Across Enemy Lines II...So...all you white trash, beer guzzling rednecked bastards that think watching prowrestling is something to pass time...All I gotta say is...grow up...get a job... and hey...too all your chicks...show me your t**s! 
[Obviously jolted from the comment, the crowd starts to yip in applause as they seem to actually have enjoyed that comment...] 
Phil: It's obvious that our former boss has gone overboard this time. 
Alex: I wonder if he still signs the paychecks... 
[COMMERCIAL] 
(The arena fills with a grey light as "H" by Tool blares over the PA system. "The Steel Machine" walks cooly to the ring, stopping to look at a young fan, who shoots him a bird after Johnson's piercing stare lasts for a few seconds. He walks on undaunted, getting a microphone from the announce table and standing in the center of the ring.) 
Johnson: Ok, I've been watching this show and all of these other shows for about two weeks now and from what I can gather, the suits and the fans want me to job. 
(Crowd pops as Johnson looks reasonably upset.) 
Johnson: Everyone out here in this hell hole all wants me to lose. Last week Instigator #2 felt the Breakdown, and next week somebody will have the same fate. 
(Crowd is unnattentive, Johnson then starts cursing toward the crowds as his mic is cut off. After he calms down it is cut back on, and The Machine continues with he his interview.) 
Johnson: I am going to have a match next week, if anyone likes it or not. You assholes all want me to lose, but I ain't going to do it. Next Sunday I am going to stand in the center of this ring and someone is going to come out here and wrestle me, and if no-one comes out, I am going to go back there and pull somebody out here. 
(Crowd does a semi-pop, as Johnson raps up he is hit with a coke. He wipes it off and closes.) 
Johnson: Like it or not, suits and fans, I am here for a long... long time. 
("H" fills the arena as Johnson walks to the back under a chorus of boos and chants.) 
Phil: We've just gotten word from the back... 
Alex: Yeah, Jimmy Steele is gay... 
Will: Shut up...that's not what we heard. 
Alex: Are you telling me that MY informant is wrong? 
Phil: Who's your informant? 
Alex: Ben...Ben Dover... 
Phil: Anyway, folks, we've received word that the Zamza Sinister match to happen after the commercial break will NOT, I repeat NOT be sanctioned by the SCCW OR the NWC...This is strictly ANYTHING GOES... 
Alex: Great, I wanna see BLOOD!!! 
{COMMERCIAL} 
Phil: Folks, we're back from commercials, and Sinister is in the ring, and it looks he's gonna fight this one in street clothes! 
Will: This match is unsanctioned! That means there're no rules and that anything goes in this thing. 
Alex: I tell you what, that puts Sinister at a distinct advantage, with the masked man out there. I didn't see anyone else walk in with Sinister, and I don't even know that he has many friends! 
[Zamza's music starts once again.] 
Will: Here we go! 
[As the music continues, Zamza walks out of the curtains, dressed also in street clothes: khaki shorts, a black Lone Star Wrestling t-shirt and Asics wrestling shoes (Not all street clothes). Behind him walks the masked bodyguard, clad in the blue camouflage we've all grown to know and love. The fans are psyched for this thing beyond belief. Zamza stops midway in the aisleway and halts the masked bodyguard. He stares down Sinister. Suddenly, he breaks for the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and right at Sinister's legs. Sinister begins stomping away at Zamza. The fans are going nuts.] 
Will: And they're off in this HUGE matchup! 
Phil: Sinister stomping away at the head and back of Zamza... He's on enemy ground and he wants to win this thing. Sinister now dropping an elbow to the back of Zamza. Deliberatly placed! 
Alex: Of course it was deliberately placed, Phil... You don't drop an elbow hoping NOT to hurt your opponent. 
Phil: Sinister has Zamza by the hair, that has got to hurt... Sinister has Zamza to his feet... And... WATCH OUT! He's just tossed him over the ropes... 
Will: This is already out of the ring! And with no rules, it may never come back in! 
Alex: Shut up, Will... 
Will: What did I say? 
Alex: Nothing in particular, you're just an idiot. 
Phil: Sinister hops out of the ring, and he's got a sick look on his face. I don't know what, if any feelings he has towards Zamza, but he looks like he wants to destroy him! 
Will: That's Mr. Sinister for you Phil. This guy is a mean and nasty individual, and he'll beat people down for the fun of it. 
Phil: Sinister has a chair! Sinister has a chair! 
Alex: This ain't too good of a situation for Zamza... 
Phil: CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD! CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD! And Zamza is down! 
Alex: You like, repeating yourself, huh? 
Phil: What? 
Alex: That's two consecutive times you've said the same thing twice in a row. 
Will: Mr. Sinister, the former two-time World Champion, a man with perhaps more regional success than anyone, dominating the title scene in ESWA, MWA and MCW, is perhaps trying to teach a lesson to Zamza here tonight. 
Alex: If anyone's going to teahc anyone a lesson here tonight, it's the Man of Infinite Holds. 
Phil: Sinister putting the boots to Zamza again! Vicious stomping... The Emperor, if anything else sure is relentless... 
Will: He's got Zamza up for an atomic drop... NO! He crotched him on the guardrail! Zamza in a WORLD of pain! 
Alex: And who wouldn't be? A shot to the family jewels like that'd do anyone in. Except maybe Sodom. 
Will: Alex! 
Alex: What? He'd enjoy it! 
Phil: Sinister in control here early on, and... He tosses Zamza over the guardrail! This thing is going into the crowd. Sinister is punishing Zamza. 
Will: SINISTER JUST GOT DECKED!!! 
Phil: My god, the masked bodyguard, that huge man at ringside, just came out of nowhere and nailed Sinister with a running clothesline! 
Alex: Now the odds have been evened a bit... 
Will: How? By cheating? 
Alex: Hey, Sinister knew there'd be a certain masked man around the ring coming in to this thing. 
Phil: Masked man with that chair now... Measuring up Sinister... SHOT TO THE BACK! 
Alex: This is strategy. The masked man picks his spots, and helps Zamza when he's in trouble. That's how to win matches. 
Will: What's happened to Zamza since coming into SCCW?!? He's never needed any help before! POTS has corrupted him! 
Phil: Masked man steps right over that guardrail... He's got Zamza... Helping him up... We've seen this before, and it did some damage on Crimson Prophet. 
Will: Double Team maneuver coming up, here... Big man has Zamza set up for what looks like an atomic drop... Zamza up HIGH... 
Phil: Masked man throws Zamza for the leg drop... SINISTER MOVED!! HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM! 
Alex: But the damage has still been done here. Zamza's in a little better shape now than when Sinister was dominating, and Sinister's in worse shape. 
Phil: Zamza up to his feet first. He starts stomping on Sinister. Hard, well-placed kicks to the small of the back, right where that chairshot was. 
Will: Zamza with the upper hand here... But wait... What's he doing? 
Phil: He's turning around and saying something to the masked man... He's yelling at him! What's happening?!? 
Alex: Zamza's pissed at that missed legdrop. And he's letting this mercenary know it. 
Phil: Zamza and the masked man now exchanging some heated words! This could get ugly! 
Will: ZAMZA JUST SHOVED HIS BODYGUARD!!!! 
Phil: And the masked man turns back now... He's obviously fuming behind that mask. He just stares at Zamza... 
Will: Masked Man punches Zamza!!! 
Phil: THEY'RE GOING BLOW FOR BLOW!!! Right outside of the ring, they're trading blows... And the fans don't know what to make of all this! 
Alex: It's still louder than anything in here! 
Will: The masked man! It HAS to be none other than VIC MANSON! Those guys hate each other!! I knew it!! 
Phil: Don't be too hasty here, Will... But the fact does remain that whomever the masked man is, he isn't capable of completely getting along with Zamza. 
Will: Sinister's getting up! 
Phil: Zamza and the masked man still trading blows... 
Will: Sinister from behind! He just decked Zamza, pushing him into the bodyguard and knocking both men hard into the guardrail! 
Phil: And now LSW's own, Mr. Sinister is working over both men on the ground. 
Will: He's going to destroy them! 
Alex: The bodyguard backfired on Zamza and now he's getting some punishment for it all. 
Will: And we're less than a week away from Across Enemy Lines 2! What was Zamza thinking in asking for this match? 
Phil: Sinister throws Zamza over the guardrail, and he's in the crowd again! 
Will: This time with no one there to protect him! 
Phil: Sinister hops over the guardrail... He's got Zamza up now... Oh my! Gorilla press!! He's got Zamza up over his head... 
Will: HE JUST THREW ZAMZA INTO THE CHAIRS! 
Phil: Fans and chairs are scattered all over the place! This is insane! 
Will: And here comes the masked man! 
Phil: Masked man from behind on Sinister... And he just decked him with a double axe-handle! 
Will: LEGDROP ON ZAMZA!!! What's going on here?!?!?! 
Alex: This thing, an impromptu match in and of itself, has turned into what appears to be an impromptu three-way match! 
Phil: Masked man picks up Zamza, and... SLAMS him down hard to the floor! 
Alex: Looks like Zamza hit the chair hard there... But the fact is, that this is seriously wrong! If the masked man should be hurting anyone, it should be Sinister! 
Phil: Masked Man gets Sinister up to his feet... 
Will: Here comes Zamza! And he nails the masked man with a low blow from behind! 
Alex: It's all breaking down! I don't know what's happening here! 
Will: As usual... 
Alex: Huh? 
Phil: Zamza nails Sinister with a forearm... He nails the masked man with a forearm... Sinister! Masked Man! Sinister! Masked Man! And both men are now out on their feet... 
Will: Zamza's getting a chair! 
Phil: ZAMZA DECKED HIS OWN BODYGUARD WITH THAT CHAIR! 
Will: Zamza now has Sinister and he's leading him through the crowd... Where's he taking him!?! 
Phil: They're heading up through the stairs to the upper level here... 
Alex: Shucks... I thought they may actually be heading for the ring... 
Will: These guys have been in the ring for all of 20 seconds! 
Phil: Zamza pulling Sinister up the stairs... But no! Sinister fires back and stars working over Zamza... Zamza trying to fight back, but Sinister is just overpowering his smaller opponent! 
Will: They're fighting in the middle of all the fans up there... Sinister with the advantage... Oh MY! 
Phil: MR. SINISTER WITH AN OKLAHOMA CITY POWERBOMB! RIGHT ON THE CONCRETE! 
Alex: Zamza may not make it to Australia at this pace. Sinister may have just killed him... 
Phil: Masked Bodyguard making his way to them... 
Will: Would you look at that! Some of the Vegas fans are helping Zamza up to his feet! They don't want to see him lose this thing... 
Alex: Yeah, but they're idiots, Alex... They may be serving up Uncle Zamza for a heaping helping of hurtin'... Sinister style. 
Will: What's wrong with you, Alex? 
Phil: Sinister pulling something out of his pocket... 
Will: Brass Knucks! Brass knucks! Sinister pulling out a pair of brass knuckles... HE NAILS ZAMZA! 
Phil: Masked man right behind Sinister... 
Will: Turn around! 
Phil: Sinister turns around... He spots the masked man... Sinister winds up... Wait! What's the masked man doing?!?! 
Alex: Dummy, he's telling him to hold back... 
Will: But why? 
Phil: Why... Why... the masked man is ASKING for the knucks! He wants to deck Zamza with them... 
Alex: Genius! I smell a double-cross... And Sinister is just the idiot to fall for it... 
Will: Looks like he's going to give them over... Sinister thinking about it... NO! SINISTER JUST DECKED THE MASKED MAN!!! 
Phil: And he's going to UNMASK HIM!!!! 
Alex: I guess we may get to see who's really the man behind the mask... 
Will: It's GOTTA be Vic Manson! It can't not be the Big Hurt! 
Alex: What about Wildebeest?!?! Remember him? 
Will: He wasn't as tall... And he was alot fatter. 
Phil: If you two stopped arguing, you'd see he's pulling the mask off... 
Will: Who is it...? 
[The crowd becomes suddenly stunned.] 
Phil: OH MY GOD!!! 
Will: It's... It's... 
Alex: TERMINATOR X!!!!!!!! 
Will: But... But... He's... Well... He's DEAD! 
Alex: Apparently not! 
Phil: And Sinister is SHOCKED! He doesn't know what to make of all this! 
Will: He didn't ask for any of this... He just came out to watch SCCW tonight... 
Phil: ZAMZA TAKES OUT SINISTER'S KNEES! 
Will: Zamza took advantage of the unmasking of longtime friend and associate Terminator X to take out the legs of Mr. Sinister... And now he's leaving down the stairs and apparently heading for the ring. 
Phil: Terminator X holding Sinister at bay... He's got the brass knucks... And X is pounding Mr. Sinister with body shots. 
Will: Zamza now rolling into the ring... And he's got a microphone. 
[Zamza taps the microphone.] 
Zamza: This is how it's gonna be from now on... With my buddy Terminator X back at my side, ain't no one safe. Not even the great Sinister... We got a new order Vegas, and it all starts in Australia. So, Sodom... Hunter, Hero, Prophet... Whoever... Watch your asses, cause the Man of Infinite Holds and the Master of the Equalizer are gonna roll right through to the World Title... X... Let's get going... We gotta get back to New York. 
[Terminator X stops laying in the body shots and throws the brass knucks on Sinister's chest. Zamza throws down the microphone and rolls out of the ring. While Terminator X leaves through the back of the crowd, Zamza leaves through the aisleway as "You Can't Bring Me Down" begins again over the sounds system. The fans go crazy.] 
Phil: That's it everyone, we're outta time! 
Will: Wow, Terminator X... 
Alex: I knew it all along... 
[END]