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Finally.........
after 8 months,
Tuesday Night Blitz returns to TNN
The EWA World Title Tournament continues....
Scene fades in. Several clips of a variety of E.W.A. wrestlers come into view. Down With The Sickness by Disturbed begins to play, and in each clip the two wrestlers that are visible at a time pace back and forth in front of each other before their matches. As the music reaches it's climax one of the visible wrestlers charges forward and tackles his opponent. The music kicks to high gear and the video montage of EWA wrestlers taking bumps, spearing each other, etc. plays in time with the beat. The music reaches another climatic hit, at which point the word Blitz, which appears to be made of stone falls from the top of the screen, followed by Night and then Tuesday, all falling on top of each other. Bill Altieri's voiceover begins.                                                                                                      
 BA "Welcome everyone to the jam packed Bateman Centre and to the home of the E...W.....A! Here we are on Blitz! We've got a hell of a show for you tonight."                                                            
MrD " Damn straight Bill. After that false start due to our asshole vice president, "pissant" Peter Bullinger, we have a frsh card, a fresh vice president and fabulous card , right here in Boston tonight!"
BA "Erm....that's Manhattan D."
MrD "That's what i said"
BA "Mr D, delerious from the excitement of it all folks. Without further ado, lets take you to the ring for the first match of the night. The rookies get their chance to shine tonight in our rookie fatal four way"
As the lights dim, "Kill You" by Eminem booms over the pa system.
YOU DON'T
WANNA FUCK WITH SHADY
CUZ SHADY
WILL FUCKIN KILL YOU
The crowd chant along with the chorus and final erupt into cheers as the EWA president, Mr Flaws appears on the rampway under the Psychotron, dressed still in his street clothes. He opens his coat to reveal a black t-shirt with large red print on the front..EWA. He removes his coat and turns around, showing the reverse of the shirt, which reads .COM
Prez "EWA IN THA...(crowd finish sentence) HOOOUUUUUSSSSSEEE!!!"
BA "The crowd thrilled to see the president tonight folks. No doubt he has some bombshells to drop in his usual fashion"
MrD "Hey, show respect for the boss"
Prez "It's been a long journey back folks, back fromthe mess Bullinger left my company in. But we survived the test of time, and here we are again, back where we belong, back in the Bateman Centre and back here...........IN MANHATTAN! (cheap pop) Let me hand you back to Bill and Mr D folks and I see you all later.....enjoy the show"
Kill You begins to play again and the president leaves to a thunderous ovation.
B.A.: Ok folks we're ready to switch gears here and bring you perhaps one of the most unique matches we've ever had here in the EWA.
Mr.D: This is gonna be fucking awesome. WOOOHOOO!!!!. I can't wait to start.
B.A.: Mr. Flaws has taken our newest members of the EWA and given them a chance to prove their worth. This is the first ever Rookie Battle Royal slash fatal 4 way match.
Mr.D: That's right Bill and what makes it unique is the fact their is two ways to win in this match.
B.A.: All four men will be in the ring at the same time. You can either pin your opponent for the 3 count at which time he is eliminated and sent back to the dressing room or you can throw your opponent over the top rope.....
Mr.D: (Interrupts)...And once both of his feet hit the floor he's sent packing too. HAHAHAHA, I LOVE IT!!!!!!
( The lights dim as the Psychotron and P.A. blast into affect to Rick the Bricks entrance music and theme. A huge man walks out from under the Psychotron and strides down to the arena. He pulls himself up onto the apron and steps over the top rope with ease. Brick looks around the arena showing no discomfort from this being the first time in the ring. Brick walks to the center of the canvass and turns toward the Psychotron awaiting the his first opponent.
The wait is short-lived as the Bee Gees interrupt Brick's music over the P.A. system. A small muscular man darts out from under the Psychotron and sprints toward the ring diving under the top rope and rushing Rick the Brick. Brick shoots out a long bulging bicep and delivers a powerful clothesline to El Spastico spinning him almost full circle in the air before El Spastico hits the canvass face first. Brick turns around to the downed Spastico and walks over to his limp body. Brick whips the luchadore into the announcer side ropes as the fans rise and turn towards the stage area. The Bridge follows Spastico in suit and sprints down to the ring and inside in the same manner, meanwhile, Rick the Brick delivers a devastating Big Boot to El Spastico planting him on the mat once again. The Bridge runs at The Brick, who has his back turned, and delivers a double axe handle to the back of Brick's head. Brick's momentum shoots him forward to the announcers side ropes and between the second and third ropes onto the floor.)
B.A.: AND JUST LIKE THAT THE ACTION IS UNDERWAY AND THE DESTRUCTION HAS BEGUN!!! WITH ONE MAN STILL YET TO ENTER THE RING!!!!
( On Queue from Alltieri the ex federal officer known as The Corrupter bursts out from behind the stage curtain and the Psychotron and Bateman Center play The Corrupter's entrance theme. As The Corrupter struts, calmly down to the ring, the camera pans back to the action where The Bridge has picked up Rick the Brick's place and is stomping the seemingly unconscious El Spastico, who's still lying face down onto the mat. Corruptor enters into the ring as The Bridge turns to face him. They brawl throwing punch after punch in the center of the ring. The Brick still laying outside.)
B.A.: These two men, The Corruptor and The Bridge are going toe to toe and this crowd is going nuts.
Mr.D: The Bridge is just kicking everybody's ass.
B.A.: Rick the Brick starting to regain his vertical base here in front of our announce table here D. Now The Brick isn't eliminated yet because he didn't go over the top rope so he's still got a chance to win this thing.
Mr. D: Yeah he's making a smart move too. The longer he stays outside the better. He's letting all of those dumbasses wear each other out and waiting to pick up the pieces.
B.A.: For once we agree on something D.
( The Bridge gains an advantage in the brawl as he turns his hip and lands a knee into the mid-section of The Corruptor. Corruptor buckles over in pain and The Bridge takes advantage landing a forearm across The Corruptor's back sending him into the mat. The Bridge follows up with some stomping to the back of The Corruptor while holding onto the top rope. El Spastico show's some signs of life as he crawls over to a near corner and slowly pulls himself into a sitting position leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. The Bridge pick's up Corruptor buy the hair and shoulders him into the ropes and whips him across the ring to the other side. The Bridge positions himself to deliver a back body drop but El Spastico lights out from the corner to The Bridge and deliver a Bulldog driving the Bridge's face into the mat. Simultaneously, Rick the Brick, on the outside, grabs the foot of The Corruptor as he rebounds from the Irish whip, tripping the Corrupter causing his face to bounce of the mat. El Spastico quickly turns The Bridge over and goes for the pin.)
B.A.: THIS COULD BE OUR FIRST ELIMINATION HERE!!!! SPASTICO GOING FOR THE COVER
Ref: John Fortune: 1.....2....( The Bridge launches El Spastico into the air and halfway across the ring.)
B.A.: A forceful kick out by The Bridge.
Mr. D: GODDAMN!!!! I thought we were gonna see the upset of the century there.
( Rick the Brick makes his way into the ring picking up The Corruptor buy the hair and landing some punches to the head. The Bridge jumps up off the canvass and runs over to El Spastico surprising him as he gets up. The Bridge pummels El Spastico with some huge forearms shots to the head reeling El Spastico into the corner. The Brick, still beating on the Corruptor, positions his victim in the center of the ring and performs a Scoop Body Slam in the middle of the ring. On the impact of the Corruptor's body the Brick shoots toward the near side ropes, bounces, off and jumps into the air and lands a big Leg Drop across the chest of The Corruptor. In the corner, The Bridge finishes his onslaught of brawling maneuvers and pulls El Spastico out of the corner shoving Spastico's head between his legs and pulling him up into position for a jack-knife powerbomb.)
Mr.D: WATCH THIS SHIT!!!!
( The Bridge hoists Spastico onto his shoulders and takes a step toward the ropes to jack-knife El Spastico out for the elimination throw, but Spastico clamps his legs down onto the head of The Bridge as he throws his head and arms backwards grabbing the second rope from the outside and Hurricanranna's The Bridge to the outside onto the floor.)
B.A.: WHAT A MOVE!!!!! WHAT A MOVE!!!! WHAT A MOVE!!!!! THE BRIDGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!
Mr. D: I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE!!!! THAT LITTLE RUNT ELIMINATED THE BRIDGE BUY THROWING HIM OVER THE ROPES!!!!!!!!
( El Spastico stands on the apron with his arms held high as the crowd erupts in cheer for the underdog. The Brick goes for the cover on The Corruptor after landing the leg drop.)
Ref: John Fortune: 1...2...( The Corruptor slides a shoulder up)
B.A.: A near fall there as Corruptor manages to get his shoulder up.
( The Bridge, getting to his feet, looks up at El Spastico who has turned his attention to the two men in the ring, show's disgust on his face and makes his way over to the announcers area. The Bridge throws the time keeper off his chair and folds the steel weapon up and walks toward El Spastico's location. The two outside referee's, Max White and George Moran, quickly cut off The Bridge from his target stealing the chair and motioning The Bridge to make his way to the back.)
Mr.D: The Bridge don't look to happy about what just happened.
B.A.: Can't say that I blame him Mr. D. I'm sure The Bridge never thought he would be the first to be eliminated here in these match up, especially being tossed over the ropes buy someone like El Spastico.
Mr. D: What's that supposed to mean? You got something against little people?
B.A.: Oh come on. I never said anything like that.
( Rick the Brick in frustration from what he believes to be a slow 3 count points a finger in the face of Referee Fortune. Brick focuses his attention back to Corruptor and plants a couple quick punches to the face before grabbing him buy the hair and raising him to his feet. El Spastico perches himself on top of the 3rd turn buckle and waits for his opportunity. Both men in the ring now up on their feet catch Spastico out of the corner of their eye and turn in his direction as Spastico leaps into the air and lands a Flying Cross Body block on both men.)
B.A.: EL SPASTICO HITS ANOTHER HOME RUN AS HE PLANTS BOTH MEN ON THE CANVASS!!!!!
( The crowd cheers at the flying maneuver and begin to chant SPAS..TI..CO....SPAS....TI....CO....SPAS...TI...CO....)
B.A.: The fans showing their appreciation here for the underdog and it looks just like that he could be the favorite here.
Mr.D: I doubt that Bill. There's still two guys in the ring you now and they do have a little size advantage you know.
B.A.: Well its not the size of the dog in the fight. It's the size of the fight in the dog.
( El Spastico roles off both men and kicks his feet into the air and springs to a vertical base. The Corruptor slowly rolls over towards a corner in definite pain from the beating he's had thus far. Rick the Brick slowly makes his way to his feet and stumbles back into the ropes. El Spastico mounts the second rope of a near side corner and arrogantly faces the crowd pounding on his chest trying to work the crowd into a frenzy. The fans do so with cheerful replies. The Brick, seeing his advantage, sprints towards Spastico and lands a forearm into his back. Spastico goes over the turnbuckles but manages to avoid the floor and lands on the apron grabbing the bottom rope for security. The Corruptor has managed to gather himself and stands at the other side of the ring. While The Brick's back is to him, The Corruptor runs towards him and uses his body to smash The Brick in the corner. The Corruptor turns Brick around and lands some chops to The Brick's large chest. Corruptor grabs Rick buy the wrist and attempts to whip into the opposite corner but The Brick proves to be to powerful and puts on the brakes. Reversing his grip Rick grab Corrupters wrist and pulls The Corruptor in, landing a Lariat.)
B.A. MY GOD!!!! Rick the Brick just nearly took off The Corruptor's head with that short arm lariat.
( The Brick picks up the now lifeless body and cradles The Corruptors head underneath his arm. Brick slides The Corruptors inside arm over his head and grabs the trunks showing the crowed his intention at his impending maneuver. The crowd erupts in the arena as Rick looks out at the screaming fans. Rick hoists The Corruptors legs into the air and performs his patented jackhammer finishing maneuver known as The Pancake. Rick hooks the leg of The Corruptor.)
Referee: 1....2....3
B.A.: THAT'S IT!!!! THAT'S IT!!! THE CORRUPTOR HAS BEEN SENT PACKING AND WE'RE DOWN TO TWO MEN.
( The Brick unaware that El Spastico had not been eliminated turns his attention towards the fans on the announcer's side of The Bateman Center. Raising his arms in apparent victory. Spastico seeing another key opportunity moves into position on the top rope once more. Spastico leaps into the air as Rick the Brick begins to turn and face his direction. Spastico lands with a huge Missile Dropkick but the behemoth of a man, Rick the Brick, doesn't leave his feet only stumbles back into the announcer's side ropes leaning his body up against them to keep from falling. El Spastico surprised that Rick still stands vertical quickly bounds himself off the stage side ropes and jets towards The Brick. El Spastico bounds into the air going for another cross body block but Rick the Brick catches him in the air. Rick uses his superior strength and hoists El Spastico into the air pressing him over his head. The Brick turns towards the nearest ropes still holding El Spastico over his head, takes a couple of running steps and thrusts El Spastico over the top rope, barricade, and into the second row. Referee Fortune signals to the time keeper, who's back in a chair, and calls for the bell.)
B.A.: WHAT A SHOW OF AMAZING STRENGTH!!!! WE HAVE A WINNER HERE FOLKS AND THAT MAN IS KNOW AS RICK THE BRICK!!!!
Mr. D: Did you see the AWESOME brute strength of Rick the Brick? That is one of the strongest SOB'S I've ever seen in my life. He's gonna go far in the EWA.
B.A.: I don't doubt that D. With the sheer  power that Rick the Brick possess, any man who steps in the ring with that man, is gonna be in for a match of their career.
( Brick stands in the center of the ring listening to the cheers of the crowd. Raising his mammoth arms in victory and nodding his head the camera fades to black and cuts to commercial.)
We come back after the commercials to backstage cameras. EWA president, Mr Flaws is standing outside of his office, holding his suit back over his shoulder, talking on his cellphone. A cheer comes up from the fans as "The Prospect" Ethan Hunter strides into view. He reaches for the president's phone, takes it from him and drops it in a nearby trashcan.  He huffs up his chest and tucks his thumbs into his waistband, glaring at the president, who looks back at Hunter and chuckles
Prez: Who are we today Ethan, The Undertaker? What is the bug up your ass? You don't write, you don't call (mockingly) we've been worried about you
Hunter: Ok, cut the crap. You called my damn match off because I was AWOL. As you can see, here I am. So i suggest you get that ass raper, Lockdown here ASAP so I can put his ass in solitary for good. I wa.....(Hunter is cut off by the prez)
Prez: You know what Ethan? I could give two squirts of piss what you think. I pay you to perform, plain and simple. You have cut a promo with the crew ONCE Ethan, then you just vanish. You just don't do that in the EWA. Watch the archive tapes and see what happens to idiots who cross me. The likes of Michael Duggaz, who you remind me of (jabs him in the chest with a finger) got his ass fired in more ways than one. You take your lazy ass out to the ring while i put my suit on, I'll have Lockdown with you presently.
Mr Flaws begins to walk away as the crowd cheer once more, then he turns back to the seething Ethan Hunter
Prez: Oh, and you're suspended, pending contract review if you lose. Have a nice evening!
We cut back to ringside to the announce table where a bemused MrD and an amused Bill Altieri sit looking at one another
BA: The president in fine form here tonight folks
MrD: Whaaa? I can believe what just happened. Folks, we'll be back after this
BA: That's my line D. Folks, we'll be right back!
We cut to commercial. (camera 1 cuts in from commercial and pans around the Bateman Center. Fans hold up their signs in hopes of catching their fifteen minutes of fame.)
B.A.: Welcome back folks. We're getting ready to start our next match of the evening and what a match it will be. Next your gonna see that charismatic EWA superstar Ethan Hunter versus perhaps one of the most hideous men ever to darken the steps of the EWA company, Lockdown.
Mr. D: Yeah I'm not to wild about him either Bill.
( The Bateman Center P.A.interrupts the commentators with Alien Ant Farms "Smooth Criminal". Ethan Hunter instantly walks out of the backstage area and down to the ring wearing his trademark wrestling attire. Ethan makes no usual motion to the fans acknowledging their cheers as he makes his way to the squared circle. Once inside the ring Ethan Stands in the middle of the mat starring at the Psychotron. "Smooth Criminal" is quickly smothered out buy the drum beats of Vinnie Paul of Pantera as "Cowboys from Hell" signals the entrance of Lockdown.)
B.A.: Lockdown, perhaps one of the most feared men in the stat of Illinois or the world for that matter. This man not only acknowledges that he is cold, sadistic, uncaring and a former ex-con hell he just plain flaunts it.
( Lockdown stands on the stage soaking in the boos of the crowd, feeding on their hate.)
Mr. D: I hope he's stays up there on that stage all night, cause this is about as close as I wanna get.
B.A.: Why D? You scared (facetiously)?
Mr. D: DAMN RIGHT!!! He's an ex-con and I don't want him catching me out of the corner of his eye and decide to make me his next BITCH!!!!
( Lockdown starts down the ramp toward the ring but Ethan Hunter climbs out and runs to meet him on the outside. Ethan instantly begins throwing blow after blow, pounding lockdown onto the unforgiving steel of the ramp. Hunter stomps continuously as Referee Bill Williams frantically tries to get Ethan to let Lockdown enter the ring so he can sound for the bell.)
B.A.: ETHAN HUNTER IS WHOOPIN LOCKDOWNS ASS LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW, D!!!!!
Mr. D: Yeah this doesn't look like the Ethan Hunter I know.
B.A.: Well he sure doesn't look like a wrestler right now. Now he looks like he's ready to kill and the bell hasn't even been sounded yet.
( Ethan halts the brawling onslaught and picks up lockdown and carries his battered body by the back of the head and slams into a near ringpost. Lockdowns forehead splits open poring bright red blood down his face. Ethan doesn't hesitate and picks up Lockdown again this time grabbing Lockdown's wrist and whipping him into the announcer's side steel steps. Lockdowns upper body keeps in constant motion as his knees hit the steps vaulting him over the steps and onto the opposite side floor where he roles into the announcers table. Ethan follows not far behind and goes to stomping on Lockdown again. )
B.A.: MY GOD, I THINK ETHAN HUNTERS LOST HIS MIND. REFEREE BILL WILLIAMS HAS LOST ALL CONTROL HERE AS ETHAN HUNTER SEEMS TO THINK THIS IS A HARDCORE MATCH.
Mr. D: Yeah but its not he better be careful!!
( Ethan grabs hold of Lockdown's Mohawk and forces him up onto the apron and into the ring. Before Ethan follows he reaches over and grabs an empty chair next to the time keeper and throws it into the ring. Ethan, then, roles into the ring and back to his feet starting where he left off and stomping on the back of Lockdown again. Ethan lands three good kicks to Lockdown's back before picking him up. Ethan cradles Lockdown's head underneath his arms and gives Lockdown a vicious DDT just as Referee Williams gets the bell to sound.)
B.A.: HUNTER GOING FOR THE QUICK WIN!!!!
( Ethan roles over Lockdown and attempts a pin. Referee Bill Williams barely gets his palm to the mat with a one count when the Bateman Center P.A. system booms in.)

YOU DON'T
WANNA FUCK WITH SHADY
CUZ SHADY
WILL FUCKIN KILL YOU

The EWA President emerges from under the Psychotron wearing his hand-made, Oswald Boateng suit. Ethan Hunter instantly jumps up from his pin attempt and stands on his feet locking eyes with the prez, who is now made his way to the front of the stage, gazing down at the ring. Ethan picks up the chair he tossed into the ring and walks to the stage side ropes mouthing obscenities at  Mr Flaws, urging him to come down the ring. Mr Flaws only stands with a smirk on his face with his chin high in the air almost fiendishly. Lockdown begins to show motion in his body and slowly makes it to one knee. The blood from Lockdown's head drips down onto the mat and spatters the canvass as he shakes his head. Flaws slowly lifts up his arm and extends his finger in the direction of the ring but doesn't point at Hunter. Instead he points at the, now standing but still woozy, Lockdown, who is behind Ethan. Ethan turns, realizing Flaws' gesture and finds targets Lockdown. Hunter blasts Lockdown over the head with the steel folding chair and quickly turns his attention back to The President. Referee waves his hands spastically at the time keeper and the ring side announcer begins his speech.)
Ring Side Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! YOUR WINNER....AS THE RESULT OF A DISQUALIFICATION....LOOOOOOOOOOOCKDOOOOOOOOWN!!!!!
B.A.: ETHAN HUNTERS LOST THIS MATCH!!!! HE'S BEEN DQ'D AS THE RESULT OF PHIL FLAWS!!!!
Mr. D: WHAT?.......Flaws didn't do a FUCKING thing!!!!! All he did was come down to the arena to watch the match. HELL....he even helped Ethan Hunter out.
( Hunter turns to the referee and begins cursing at Bill Williams for the decision. Ethan interrupts himself buy focusing his attention back to Lockdown. Hunter looks over his shoulder in Mr Flaws' direction only to find nothing as he has already left. Ethan raises the chair and begins bashing again and again and again on Lockdown's head.)
B.A.: HE'S SNAPPED!!!!! HE'S LOST HIS MIND!!!!
Mr D: Bill, I like violence as much as the next man......but this is just amazing! BEAT THAT WIERDO'S ASS ETHAN!
BA : You're sick D, just plain sick! Folks we'll be back. Somebody get some help out here for god's sake!

( A short commercial cuts in promoting Weekend Warfare. Cameras come back as security are still leading Ethan Hunter to the back. Ring hands diligently clean the blood fromthe ring as we cut back to Bill and MrD)

BA: As you know fans, as both Chris "RAIN" Smith and T Minus have no-showed here tonight, Mr Flaws has ordered the match to be cancelled and the title brackets vacated. That means next week we'll fill the empty brackets with two more world title hopefuls, but right now, we move right on to the continuing elimination tournament to crown or first EWA world champion!
Mr. D:  That's right Bill we're having the 2nd round of the World Title Tournament.
B.A:  1st round victor Jarod Crow against Chris Loque, the newcomer.
Mr.D:  Yeah I like this kid.  
B.A:  Is that so?  Tell me D, what exactly do you like about him?  His athleticism, his charisma, his enviable knowledge of technical wrestling?
Mr.D:  Hell no.  I like him cause he had a first round bye.  His sure to beet Crow tonight?
B.A.: You really are just a simple man aren't you?

(B.A. and Mr. D are silenced as the opening guitar chords to "My Way" play. The arena lights dim and a white angel appears on the Psychotron. Smoke drifts onto the entrance and blue lights shine down onto it.)

"You think you're special, you do,
I can see it in your eyes,
I can see it when you laugh at me,
Look down on me,
And walk around on me"

     (As the opening lines are sung red pyro goes off on either side of the entrance and the ramp. Then out of the smoke emerges Everybody's Victim, greeted by a warm, if not enthusiastic response from the crowd. He is wearing a black trenchcoat over his wrestling attire and as he strides quickly down the ramp, pillars of blue flame erupt from either side as he passes. When he reaches the ring he removes his trenchcoat and throws it into the crowd. He then enters the ring, climbs one of the turnbuckles and raises his arms in the air as blue pyro goes off on the other three. He then jumps down from the turnbuckle and strides confidently to the center of the ring.)
B.A.:  Jarod Crow ladies a gentleman.  A man tormented buy personal demons.  Everybody's Victim.  Will he get a chance to exorcise some of those demons tonight?
( Hoobastank's Crawling in the Dark erupts over the P.A.  The fans bellow a low cheer for Loque as he enters from under the Psychotron.  Loque is wearing his signature outfit with the TDCo. logo on the back.)
Mr. D:  There he is.  The Prospect.  He's my favorite.  I think he'll win it all, don't you?
B.A:  Well I don't know about that D.  But it would be a hell of a feet for this young man to come in and win the World Title belt in as short of time as he's been in the EWA.
(Chris Loque makes his way into the ring were Crow is stalking the announcers side ropes waiting for his opponent.  Loque disrobes his trench-coat and immediately starts to circle the ring as referee Mark Parker hands Loque's garb to the time keeper and signals for the bell.  Crow mimics Loque's circular pattern.)
B.A.:  These two men sizing each other up now.  Each looking to make his move.
Mr.D:  Comon', LETS GO!!  I ain't got time for this pansy assin' around.
(As if on Que. from Mr. D  both wrestlers lock up in the collar and elbow in the center of the ring.  Loque slides his arm around Crow and puts Jarod in a headlock.  Jarod quickly grabs the wrist of Loque and counters into a hammerlock.  Jarod winces in pain and twists his body slightly to relieve some of the pressure from the painful yet simple maneuver.  Crow glances over his left shoulder to find a target and lands with three quick elbows to Loque's head.  Chris Loque releases and takes a step back to regain his composure.  Crow senses the hesitancy and quickly runs for the near ropes and bounds off them back towards Loque landing a Running Spinning Lariat.)
B.A.:  A nice lariat buy Crow and  The Prospect is tasting the mat his first time here in the EWA!!!!
Mr.D:  GET UP LOQUE, YOU  PUSSY!!!  You should be rested up for this since you didn't have to wrestle the first round.
( Chris Loque gets to one knee and shakes his head to get the cobwebs out.  Jarod stand behind Loque like a snake waiting for his opponent to get close enough to strike.  Loque regains his vertical base only to be met with a furious Superkick when he turns in the direction of the predator, Jarod Crow.  Crow goes for the pen.)
B.A.:  IT COULD BE OVER HERE!!!.
Ref. Mark Parker:  1.....2.....(Loque kicks out)
Mr.D:  He kicked out.  See I told you he's gonna win this.  Crow couldn't keep him down.
B.A.:  Well this match ain't over yet D.
(Crow stands over the fallen Loque and reaches down to help The Prospect to his feet with a handful of hair.)
Ref. Mark Parker: 1.....2.....3....(Crow lets go of the hair)
Mr.D:  He pulled his hair.  DISQUALIFY HIS ASS REF!!!  That's illegal.
B.A.:  Oh comon'. DQ for pulling the hair.  When's the last time you seen that happen?
(Loque throws elbows to Crow's exposed midsection as he retrieves his vertical base.  Crow leaps back momentarily hunched over in pain and Chris Loque sets out to the opposite ropes gaining momentum after the bounce.  Crow is one step ahead of Loque though and quickly leaps into the air landing a drop kick before Loque can get an offensive move off.)
B.A.:  And Loque is on the mat again.  He's not mounting much offense here in his first appearance.  Crow going for the cover again!!!
Ref. Mark Parker:  1.....2....(Loque kicks out)
B.A.:  Again only a two count.  This youngster showing he's not gonna give out a win easily here.
(Crow beets Loque to his feet but Chris isn't far behind.  Crow is the first two fire a shot and lands two thunderous right hands to the head of Loque staggering him slightly into the near ropes.  Crow burst towards Loque and perform a clothesline.  The momentum carries both men over the rope and down to the floor near the announce table.)
B.A.:  MY GOD!! WHAT CARNAGE!!!  Both men's motionless bodies are laying right here in front of us.
Mr.D:  I think we might oughtta move.  You know what happens when they get to close.  You might get some on you.
(Crow gets to his feet first grabbing Loque buy the back of the head.  Jarod raise Loque's head into the air and slams it down onto the announce table.  Crow quickly catches Loque's rebounding head and slams it down again.)
B.A:  Good Lord the sickening thud of Chris Loque's head here on our announce table.  Crow is whoopin' this boy something good for his first match.
Mr.D:  He is Bill.  I'm beginning to think Loque signed up for the wrong sport.....AHHHHHH!!!
B.A.:  What?
Mr.D:  I think I did get some on me. (Mr. D.  begins to wipe his shirt frantically.)
B.A.:  Christ.  Can I get you a wet nap?
 (Crow grabs Loque again buy the head this time carrying him over to the steps before forcing it down into he unforgiving steel.  Loque instantly craters down into the floor grabbing his head.  Referee Parker begins yelling at Crow to take the action back inside the ring.  Crow only turns his back to the ref and bends over to retrieve Loque.  Loque lands a low blow on Jarod while hidden from the referee buy Crow's body.  Jarod Crow grabs his personnel's and staggers backwards while Chris Loque regains his feet.  Loque lands a few quick punches to Crow then tosses his up on the apron and back into the ring under the bottom rope.)
B.A:  Loque taking it back in the ring now.  We may get to see the this young man finally get to mount some offense here.  Crow is still reeling from that illegal low blow.  
Mr.D:  What low blow?  I didn't see it.
B.A.:  I'm sure you didn't D.  You seem to suffer from temporary blindness a lot.
(Loque follows Crow into the ring and stands Crow up in the center of the mat.  Loque tucks his head under Jarod's arm and whips him over with a quick Northern Lights Suplex.)
B.A.:  HERE'S THE COVER!!!!
Ref. Parker: 1.....2....(kick out)
Mr.D:  GODDAMN!!!!  I think that count was slow.  Loque got the three.  The ref's corrupt.
B.A.:  I don't know about slow but it sure was a close to a three count but Jarod Crow managed to find the drive to kick out.
 (Loque pounds the mat as he shoves three fingers in to Referee Parker's face then showing the ref how to make a correct count by slapping his hands together 3 times.  Jarod Crow gets to one knee trying to get his head together.  Loque quickly gets up and stands over Crow placing Jarod's head between his legs and planting Crow on the mat with a Jack-Knife Powerbomb.)
B.A.:  GOOD GOD ALL MIGHTY!!! CROW'S GOTTA BE BROKEN IN HALF!!!
Mr.D:  YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!  It's all over now but the crying baby.
 ( Loque backs to the opposite side of the ring keeping an eye on Crow.  Jarod slowly pulls himself up with help from the ropes.  Chris Loque begins slapping his knee signaling for The Shot Heard Round the World.  Jarod manages to get to his feet but barely stands with help from the ropes.  Loque races towards Crow and bounds into the air raising his shin to face level with Crow.  Jarod instinctually ducks before impact and Loque's momentum carries him outside the ring again as he hits the floor and rolls into he announce table.  Jarod backs away from he ropes and places his hands on his knees as he hunches over to catch his breath and regain some composure.)
B.A.:  Loque going for that Shot Heard Round the World.  Instead it looked more like the Scot Norwood missed field goal when my N.Y. Giants beet the Buffalo Bills in the Superbowl.
Mr.D:  You remember what happened after that game don't you Bill?
B.A.: What?
Mr.D:  Norwood was fired.
(Loque pulls himself up using the announcers table and stumbles over to the ring apron.  Crow still lays in wait in the ring.  Loque manages to pull himself up on the apron when Crow darts for him and delivers a ferocious spear through the ropes.)
B.A.:  THE JUSTIC STRIKE!!!!  A devastating spear.  And now both men are back outside the ring.
Mr.D:  I think Crow broke some of Chris's ribs with that spear.
(Crow is the first to his feet still feeling the affects of falling to the floor.  Loque lies on the ground motionless, almost unconscious from the pounding of his head as he hit the floor.  Crow forces Loque's lifeless body up and into the ring and quickly follows rolling under the bottom rope.  Once inside Crow mounts the nearest top rope and waits for Loque to regain his feet.  Crow almost in a coaxing manner motions for Loque to hurry.  Chris Loque slowly regains his footing and turns into Crow going for a top rope drop-kick but Loque think fast and absorbs and grabs the legs of Crow who lands flat on his back.  Loque quickly shifts the angle of Crow's legs rolling Jarod onto his stomach.  Loque then locks on his favorite submission maneuver the STF.)
B.A.:  There's that technical wrestling we talked so much about.  Loque gets some offense here and is really buckling down that STF.
Mr.D:  Yeah but Crow is to close to the ropes though.
(Crow reaches out his hand and grasps the bottom rope in desperation, drawing the break count from the ref.)
Ref. Mark Parker: 1......2.....3.....4
B.A.:  AND CHRIS LOQUE REFUSES TO BREAK THE HOLD!!!!  The ref trying to break them apart now.
(Referee Parker steps into Loque and forces him off of Crow.  Loque quickly grabs the referee buy the shirt and yells obscenities at Mark Parker.  Parker, obviously smaller, doesn't back down and begins to point his finger in Chris Loque's face.  Loque shoves Parker around while keeping a hold of Parker's shirt.  Loque forces the ref to the center of the ring leaving his back to Crow who's standing behind Loque now shaking his head “no” at the bully Chris Loque.  Loque releases the ref and is instantly met buy Crow as he turns around.  Crow grapples Loque and drops him into the reverse Russian leg sweep known as The Downward Spiral.
B.A.:  DOWNWARD SPIRAL!!!! DOWNWARD SPIRAL!!!!!  
Mr. D:  AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
Ref. Mark Parker: 1....2....(kick out)
B.A.:  I tell you what Loque may not have much in ring savvy but he's sure got a hell of a lot of heart.  A lot of tenacity, and that's what it takes in this business to succeed and Chris Loque is showing it here.  The kid just won't give up.
( Crow looks at the ref in frustration then makes his way to his feet.  Loque still lays on the mat motionless.  Crow gets Loque up and hooks Chris' arms behind him and lands a Double Arm DDT.  Crow quickly mounts the nearest turnbuckle while Loque lays on the mat.  Jarod looks around at the crowd and stands atop the 3rd turnbuckle and leaps off spinning in the air and landing The Swanton Bomb.  After impact Crow rolls through to his feet.  He once again looks around the crowd and makes a signal to the fans.  The Bateman Center erupts as Jarod positions himself behind Loque.  Jarod slaps on the modified clutch and lifts Loque into the air  performing The Sins of the Many.)
Mr. D:  PIN HIM!!!!! PIN HIM!!!! PIN HIM!!!!!
B.A.:  IT'S OVER!!!!! IT'S OVER!!!!! ( B.A. and the ref count simultaneously.)  1.....2.....3!!!!!!
B.A.  Crow landing The Sins of the Many.  Ridding himself of his demons buy sending this rookie back to the locker room for his first loss.
Mr.D:  I KNEW IT!!! I knew there was no chance in hell that a rookie could defeat a seasoned veteran like Jarod Crow!!!!
B.A.:  Do What?????
Mr.D:  That's what I said in the beginning.  Crow was my favorite this whole time.  I knew there was no way he could be defeated.
B.A.:  O.K..  Whatever..............You turncoat.
Mr. D:  Turncoat.  How could I be a turncoat if I was rooting for Jarod Crow.  He won didn't he?
B.A.:  Oh he won all-right.  With great intensity on the part of Jarod Crow and perhaps the lack of intensity buy The Prospect Chris Loque.
(Crow reaches the stage and exits the arena area without ever acknowledging his victory.  Loque stands on his feet back in the ring holding the back of his head.  Chris Loque turns to Referee Mark Parker and quickly lands a lightning punch to Mark Parker's face flattening him on the mat.  Parker lays unconscious as Loque leaves the ring still holding the back of his head.
B.A.:  OH WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???!!!.  Referee Mark Parker was just doing his job.
Mr.D:  Well maybe he shouldn't have interfered?
B.A.:  Maybe he shouldn't have been in the ring at all, right?
Mr.D:  Maybe he shouldn't have.?
B.A.:  Yeah what a match that would have been.  Anyway folks were ready to get geared up for our penultimate match. The self proclaimed ICON of the EWA, JC Swinger takes on the dark and mysterious Synn. What a night we've seen so far. The rookies have made their mark, and our tournament roles on with Jarod Crow destroying Chris Loque, sending him through to the next round.Ethan Hunter going ballistic on Lockdown when Phil Flaws came down to the arena area, taunting Ethan Hunter.
( the camera goes to an split screen showing the last moments of the Ethan Hunter vs. Lockdown match.)
Mr.D: He wasn't taunting him. He just wanted to get a good look at the match.
B.A.: Well whatever it was Ethan Hunter wasn't to thrilled about it. He must have been upset at the exchange of dialogue between him and President Flaws that we saw earlier in the program.
Mr. D: Well you know what they say. Don't FUCK with the boss!!!
B.A.: Actually I think the saying goes. Don't CROSS the BOSS!!!!
Mr. D: Same difference.
B.A.: Hardly!!! (music begins to play) I guess we're ready to start the next match
( The lights dim in the arena and the Psychotron begins playing wrestling flicks of J.C. Swinger in synch with his entrance music " Sober" buy Tool. Tina is the first one to make her way to the stage, stopping, then holding her hands in supermodel fashion gesturing her fiancé's impending entrance. Swinger comes out in his normal wrestling uniform and joins Tina on the stage. The two give each other a slight peck then make their way down to the ring. Swinger and Tina strut around the ring for a bit then Swinger opens the ropes for Tina to exit as his music stops. Slayer begins to play over the P.A. system signaling Swingers opponent to make his entrance. Missy Stephalies makes the same entrance as Tina only with a mocking manner. Synn emerges from the curtain joining Missy. Both of them look at each other briefly before giving each other a small S&M style slap across the face, both show their orgasmic enjoyment from the pain. Synn descends to the ring leaving Missy down on the floor area on the opposite side of the ring as Tina.)
Mr. D: GODDAMN!!!!! I haven't seen asses like those since........Well since last night at Teaser's.
B.A.: I HOPE, you we're referring to the girls.
Mr. D: Who else would I be referring to?
B.A.: Will you pay attention to the match please?
Mr. D: Match? What Match? Oh....We have a match, too?
( Swinger and Synn circle each other as the time keeper sounds the bell. The two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Synn is the first to get an advantage as he slides Swinger into a headlock submission hold. Swinger quickly counters, though, shoving Synn into the near side ropes. Synn rebound and lands a forceful shoulder block on Swinger dropping him to the mat. Synn darts to the parallel ropes as Swinger turn on his stomach as Synn hurdles and continuous to the opposite ropes. Swinger leap frog's the approaching Synn as he bounces off. Swinger turns around to an oncoming Synn and catches his arm flipping Synn over with an arm drag. Swinger continues the hold during Synn's fall and quickly locks in armbar submission. Synn swings a leg around getting to one knee and then to both feet. Synn circles around Swinger using him as a pivot trying to relieve some of the pressure before stopping and raking Swinger across the eyes. Referee Jack Cole steps in giving the warning as the two separate. Swinger rubs his eyes trying to get some of the tears out so he can see. Synn takes advantage of the opportunity and lands a swift kick to Swinger's midsection buckling J.C. over, slightly.)
B.A.: Some quick action here in the beginning of this match. Synn seeming to have the advantage now with that illegal eye rake.
Mr. D: What illegal eye rake?
B.A.: Yeah, there's that selective vision again. Kind of like selective amnesia.
( Synn lock's his arms around the mid section of Swinger and performs a textbook Belly to Belly Suplex on Swinger, flinging to the other side of the ring. Swinger squirms around from the pain inflicted on his lower back after the impact to the mat. Synn gets to his feet and lunges at Swinger dropping an elbow down across his chest. Synn bounds back up and drops the same maneuver back down upon Swinger. Synn takes this opportunity to stand up and look around at the crowd swinging his arms wide gloating at his offensive attack. The crowd responds to his arrogance with a thundering cloud of boos. Synn turns his attention back to his victim helping J.C. back to his feet buy way of a hair pull. Cole gives the mandatory 4 count to Synn. )
B.A.: Synn's really taking the fight to Swinger here.
Mr.D: KICK HIS ASS SYNN!!!!
( Synn cradles Swinger's head underneath his arm then lifts swingers legs high into the air pausing at full extension briefly then falling into a Falcon Arrow slam. Synn roles Swinger over onto his back, and hooks the leg for the early pin.)
Referee Cole: 1...2...(Swinger slides a shoulder up)
B.A.: A near fall there as Swinger manages to get that shoulder off the mat.
Mr. D: AHHHH BULLSHIT!!!! THAT WAS THE SLOWEST COUNT I EVER SAW!!!!!
( Synn show's his disapproval to down buy giving him a finger in the face and mouthing some obscenities. Synn raises to his feet and reaches for the head of Swinger but out of desperation Swinger throw's quick punches to the midsection of Synn. Synn stumbles back and hunches over in pain. Swinger, fully vertical now, reaches in and extracts on of Synn's hands that was formerly clutching his soon to be bruised belly. Swinger hurls Synn across the ring into the opposite ropes catching Synn on the rebound. Swinger lifts Synn's body high into the air using the built up momentum spins 180 degrees and drives Synn's back into the canvass with a Spinebuster maneuver. Swinger quickly mounts Synn's fallen body and begins beating Synn about the head with punch after punch.)
B.A.: Swinger lands some furious right and left hands to the heady of Synn who may in trouble here.
Mr. D.: PIN HIM!!! PIN HIM!!!!
B.A.: Just who in the hell are you rooting for anyways.
Mr. D: Missy and Tina!!!
( Swinger dismounts and hovers over Synn. Swinger grabs the legs of Synn crossing them over his own and pivoting around locking in a Sharpshooter in the center of the ring. Synn screams in pain using every ounce of his will power to keep from tapping the mat for the easy break. )
B.A.: What a show of technical ability here folks. J.C. Swinger has put Synn in a sharpshooter smack dab in the middle of the ring. If Synn doesn't do something soon he'll either tap out or have some serious injuries.
( Synn plants both hands on the mat and lifts up on his torso, he pulls hand over hand slowly crawling his way to the nearest rope. Swinger extends vertical slightly and pulls Synn back to the center of the ring. From outside Missy Stephalies jumps up onto the apron and begins screaming into the ring. Referee Jack Cole rushes over to Missy stopping any would be interference. Synn frantically begins to pound the mat with his hand wanting the break but Cole is to preoccupied with the squealing Stephalies to notice. Swinger releases the hold in frustration and walks over to Cole slapping on the back of his head with palm of his hand. Cole quickly turns around and points a finger into Swinger's face. Synn, meanwhile has managed to make himself somewhat gathered and stands behind the two men. Swinger turns back to his opponent and his met with hard Super Kick. The back of J.C.'s head bounces off the mat, as Synn manages to make himself fall onto Swinger for a cover.)
B.A.: COULD BE OVER HERE 1...2..(kick out). SWINGER NARROWLY ESCAPING THAT THREE.
Mr. D: SOMEONE NEEDS TO TEACH THAT BASTARD HOW TO COUNT!!!!
( Synn thrusts his hands into the mat a few times to show his frustration. Synn and Swinger both start to their feet simultaneously but Synn is the first to take his chance at an offense. Synn swings a roundhouse punch landing it across Swinger's jaw. J.C. absorbs the punch and comes back with a roundhouse of his own connecting with his target. Both men throw more roundhouses in unison until Swinger takes a chance and blocks one of Synn's and counters with a punch. Swinger then raises a knee into the stomach of Synn to get a better advantage. J.C. places Synn's head underneath his arm and hooks a leg. Swinger hoists Synn up and performs a Fisherman's Brainbuster on Synn following up with a cover.)
Mr.D.: HERE WE GO, THIS IS IT!!!! IT'S ALL OVER!!!!
Referee Cole: 1....2...(kick out)
B.A.: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!!!! HOW ANYONE COULD KICK OUT OF THAT IS A MYSTERY TO ME. Both of these men are going back and forth with devastating move after move and each one still finds the energy to get up.
Mr.D.: Well these aren't just ordinary men. They're wrestler's.
B.A.: Well I'll give you that D. Two, of perhaps, the EWA's finest and they are giving it their all, RIGHT HERE....TONIGHT!!!!
( Swinger gets to his feet leaving Synn on the ground. J.C. uses the near side ropes to gather some momentum and leaps into the air landing a high Leg Drop across the head and neck of Synn. Swinger goes for the cover again but Missy Stephalies anticipates the count jumping up on the apron again. Across the ring Tina lights out for the other side. Stephalies argues with Cole until Tina grabs Missy buy the ankles and yanks them off the apron. Stephalies falls to the floor, her face colliding with the apron as she plummets. Stephalies, still on her feet, turns around and is greeted buy a right hand from Tina, knocking her to the floor. Back in the ring Swinger has Synn shouldered against the far ropes. J.C. thrusts Synn across the ring to the opposing ropes. Synn hits the ropes but manages to keep his feet when Tina on the near floor reaches in grabbing an ankle trying to cause Synn to trip. Synn focuses his attention on Tina reaching over and grabbing a handful of her hair trying to raise her to the apron. Swinger notices an opening and sprints over to Synn grabbing him around the head and pulling him backwards, cupping his chin under his arm. Swinger makes a cut throat sign at the crowd before elevating Synn into the air and landing his signature move, The Sacrifice.)
B.A.: THE SACRIFICE!!!! THAT'LL BE ALL SHE WROTE!!! 1....2....3. WHAT A BATTLE!!! WHAT A BATTLE!!!!
Mr. D: SOMEBODY GET SOME HELP!!!! MISSY IS HURT!!! CALL A PARAMEDIC!!!!!
BA: Folks, what action we've seen just moments ago. The self proclaimed ICON of the EWA secures himslef a spot in the next round. We'll be right back after this last message. After that, your with us until the end folks, no more breaks. When we come back, it's time for our main event of the evening, The Truck squares of against The Heartbreaker. You don't wanna miss this!
( Swinger quickly slides out of the ring where he's met by Tina on the stage side. Both burst up the runway to get away from Synn before he gets up anytime soon. The camera grabs a shot of Synn out on the mat and Missy Stephalies on the floor then cuts to commercial.)

BA: Fans, we're being told right now that Steven Rage is backstage with one of our cameramen!!
Mr.D: Well it's about time we get to see some fucking action!!
Scene cuts to Steven Rage in the locker room area. Steven stands up in front of the camera with an intense look that he has never shown before. He starts to laugh.

Steven: Well..well,well! Tonight's the night and boy am I going to let your sorry, sloppy excuse for a man have the match of a lifetime here in Manhattan. You are going to go down in history as the man who got the most brutal beating at my hands EVER! Oh yeah and Mac if I were you I'd keep my eyes peeled because you NEVER know when, where, or how I'm going to get you............so enjoy the rest of the night!

BA: This man is sick! He isn't in the right mental state to be competing here tonight!
Mr.D: Why? Because he has balls?
BA: Because he is a madman. It's that simple, and if you weren't equally as sick, you'd see it!

All the lights in the arena go black leaving only the ramp lights on.

BA: It's about to hit the fan here. That madman might have bitten off more than he can chew.
Mr.D: Please! This dumb ass trucker can barely pass a fifth grade math assignment. Rage could think this bastard into a coma.
Two long strip white lines run parallel to each other on each end of the ramp with a singular line of yellow lights down the center of the ramp creating a "highway" type image. A long singular blast of a big rig wrecks the air as the opening base cords of "Enter Sandman" erupt over the P.A. system. With each heavy drumbeat of the opening a flash comes across the screen briefly, showing a close up of Mac Maloy's determined eyes.

METALLICA: BOOOM!!!!!

BA: Fans, don't turn the channel, don't go to the fridge, this is about to get real interesting!! I can promise you that! It's about to get real interesting!
Mr.D: Go ahead an go to the fridge while this retard is coming out. It's Rage you don't want to miss.

"Enter Sandman" is playing in full effect know as the house lights come on. An excerpt from the "Enter Sandman" video plays on the Psychotron depicting a Big Black 18-Wheeler chasing down it's soon to be victim. Mac Truck appears from under the Psychotron and walks out onto the front of the stage, stopping to look around at the crowd. He's wearing his bent up Cowboy hat with his torn, plaid, sleeveless t-shirt. His blue jean shorts have patches of old grease stains on the thighs. Truck looks at the ring one last time before holding his bulging, muscular arms over his head in a circle formation as a cascade of red pyro explodes behind him. Truck lowers his arms and descends to the ring. Once inside, Truck walks to the middle
of the ring and looks around at the crowd and abruptly turns his attention to the stage side ropes and stalks them like a caged animal as he throws his hat and shirt outside the ring.

Mr.D: Someone tell this guy a bath every once in a while might not hurt.
BA: You go tell him.
Mr.D: I don't want to get near him, look at him, he's nasty!
BA: That's right, you don't want to get near him because all you do is sit here behind this desk and talk about people. You're just plain scared D

Livin' It up by Limp Bizkit hits and echos through the arena , interrupting BA. The lights go out, and flicker back on. Steven Rage is no where in sight.

BA: Well maybe this sicko has gotten a little bit of common sense. Maybe he decided not to show.
Mr.D: Are you that goddamn stupid? Rage is probably making Mac sweat it out. He's icing him out. It's called strategy.
BA: Well whatever it is, he'd probably be smart to just stay away.

The music plays out. Spotlights start search all over the arena seating for him but he is no where in sight.

BA: Fans, I don't know what to tell you, Steven Rage appears to have no-showed.

The arena lights come back up and standing behind Mac Maloy with a chair in hand is Steven Rage who swings... catching Mac in the back of the head with the chair. Mac drops.

Mr.D: What the Hell!? HA! I told you, you fat bastard! I told you! It was strategy!
BA: Strategy?! Hitting a defenseless human being with a steel chair is strategy!?!
Mr.D: Shit! It worked didn't it?

Rage throws the chair down and starts stomping away on Mac. The ref officially starts the match. Rage places a few well aimed kicks to the back of Mac's head.

BA: Rage stomping the life out of Mac after crushing his skull with that chair.
Mr.D: You were right about one thing
BA: What's that?
Mr.D: Shit did hit the fan!

Rage kicks Mac a couple of more times and taunts the crowd. He grabs Mac by the ears, pulls him to his feet and whips him into the ropes.

BA: Mac for the ride.
Mr.D: It looks like he's already been rode hard and put up wet!
BA: You just can't shut up for one second can you?

Rage levels Mac with a hug clothsline. Mac rolls around on the mat holding his head. Rage slides outside and grabs the ring bell and throws it in the ring.

BA: Now this is un-called for! What's he trying to prove here? That he can beat up a defenseless man?
Mr.D: I think he already proved that.

Rage slides back in the ring and starts taunting the fans by flexing his muscles and wiping the sweat off his forehead. He grabs Mac by the head and screams something intelligible at him, then slams Mac face first into the mat. Rage kicks Mac one more good time in the back of the head, grabs the ring bell, and throws it forcefully down at Mac. It smashes right into the back of Mac's head, bouncing onto the mat, and opening a small cut.

BA: This isn't wrestling, this isn't a wrestling match, this is assault!!
Mr.D: Yeah, and assault isn't for pussies either.
BA: You're really enjoying this aren't you?
Mr.D: As a matter of fact, yes.

Steven stands over Mac, and smacks him across the back of the head a couple of times, wiping the blood off on Mac's back. Rage laughs at Mac, and kicks him over onto his stomach with a couple of brutal football kicks tot he ribs.

Mr.D: HAHA! It's Good!
BA: For as long as I have been in this business, and that has been a long time, I have never seen anything quite like this!
Mr.D: And I bet you've never seen anything like Steven Rage either.
BA: Outside of a looney bin? No.

Rage goes for the ankle lock, but Mac rolls through sending Rage spiraling to the mat. Rage bounces back up, lays into Mac again with a couple more stern kicks, and goes for the figure 4. Mac kicks Rage in the head.

BA: NOT SO FAST! There is life left in Mac! Mac pulling himself up with a little help from the rope. Rage trying to shake the cobwebs from his head.
Mr.D: Yeah, but Mac is better of to just go ahead and forfeit. He's been beaten shitless.

Both Men up, Mac looks to be worse for wear. Rage charges in. Mac grabs hold of Rage.

BA: Dear God!! Mack just threw Rage into the turnbuckle like a sack of potatoes!
Mr.D: Sack of potatoes? What the hell are you talking about?

Mac Irish whips Steven into the opposite corner. Truck will make a hand gesture to the crowd like he is pulling the chain on the Big Rig's Truck Horn. The crowd erupts.

BA: Could it be!?
Mr.D: Oh Sweet fucking Jesus. "Toot Toot"

Mac charges over and nails the Traffic Jam. Rage grabs his chest, and falls seemingly lifeless to the mat. Mac drops to his knee and slowly makes the cover.

BA: Mac with a pin
Ref: 1-2.....
BA: NO! Too soon. Rage kicks out at two!
Mr.D: I guess the "little tugboat" move isn't quite as bad as it seems, huh?
BA: Well, why don't you go find out?

Mac struggles to his feet, trying to recover from the beating he took at the beginning of the match. He picks up Rage and whips him into the ropes.

BA: TILT-A-WHIRL! Mac just broke Rage in two!!!
Mr.D:.......
BA: It doesn't look like Mac is through just yet....TRANSMISSION!!!
Mr.D:.....shit.

Rage reaches the ropes. Mac breaks after a warning from the ref. While Mac and the ref argue, Rage sneaks up from behind and Irish whips Mac into the ropes. Rage clobbers Mac with a clothesline knocking him outside the ring. Rage follows outside the ring

BA: I don't like the look of this.
Mr.D: Well hell....it's better than that damned Transmission.
BA: That is a matter of opinion.

The two fight back and forth, punch for punch. Rage throws a quick kick to Mac's groin, and then Irish whips Mac toward the security railing.

BA: This is enough! Rage has cheated since before this match started, and it doesn't look like he intends on stopping any time soon! Come on ref, do your job!
Mr.D: Why fix what's not broken? It's working isn't it?

Steven runs behind and hits a bulldog, smashing Mac face first into the security railing.

Crowd: Holy SHit! Holy SHit!

Rage takes a Coke from the audience, and dumps it on Mac, who is bleeding profusely. Rage grabs Mac by the head and rolls him back into the ring, taunts the crowd. The crowd ignites in boos.

BA: I'm not quite sure how smart this is.

Mac pulls himself with help from the ropes. Blood is pouring from the back of his head, as well as a small cut over his right eye he got from the security railing. He stands up on his own, and looks around. Rage slides back in.

BA: OH! Mac just thumbed Rage right in the eye!
Mr.D: And you said Rage was cheating? This is absurd.
BA: Think about the difference. Mac sends Rage for the ride to the turnbuckle.
Mr.D: How the hell?

Mac blisters Rage with a few quick kicks to the midsection, gives Rage a cold, calculated punch to the forehead, and climbs the turnbuckle.

BA: Finally Mac has taken the upper hand in this.
Mr.D: Yeah well give him a second. I'm sure he'll fuck it up somehow.
BA: Mac pounding Rage in the head.

Crowd: One!

BA: He's lighting him up!

Crowd: Two! Three! Four! Five! Six!

Mr.D: It's comforting to know that these inbred assholes can count!

Crowd: Seven! Eight! Nine!

Mac jumps down from the ropes and give Rage a Bionic Elbow as he is coming down. Rage crumbles. Mac stumbles back, and wipes the blood from his face.

BA: I'm not sure if that was enough, but I'm sure Rage has Mac's knuckles imprinted right on his skull!
Mr.D: Yeah but look at him! His head is bleeding like a faucet!

Mac stomps him a couple of times, picks him up, and sends him into the ropes.

BA: SPINEBUSTER!! Mac almost drove Rage right through the mat!!

Mac immediately locks Rage into a half crab. Rage crawls towards the rope screaming. Mac senses Rage's move for the ropes, hooks Rage's leg with his own, lays back and grabs Rage by the head.

BA: STF! STF! STF! Mac wants to break this madman. He wants to snap him in half. He wants to cripple him, and Mr. D, he's doing a damn good job!!
Mr.D: This match should have been stopped a while ago. Mac is bleeding uncontrollably.

Rage grabs the ref who is down next to him asking him if he wants to give up, and shoves him through the ropes. Mac hangs on to the STF as Rage reaches the ropes and wrenches back even harder. Rage lets out a painful howl. His fingers are within inches of the ropes. Mac wrenches back farther. Rage manages to latch on to the bottom rope. Mac wrenches back even farther!

BA: Fans, I do NOT condone this, but Rage had this coming!!
Mr.D: He what? Rage is a class act, he doesn't deserve this. Where is the ref?
BA: Outside, where Rage shoved. He should've been disqualified!

The ref slides back into the ring, sees Rage with the rope and calls for the break. Mac breaks the STF, and gets in the ref's face.

BA: He's treading on thin ice here. Stay focused!
Mr.D: Who the hell are you? His fucking manager? Just call the goddamned match for Christ's sake!

Rage pulls himself up with the rope. Mac shoves the ref out of the way and goes after Rage. The two begin beating each other to a pulp. Mac is bleeding very heavily from the two lacerations on his head.

BA: Mac is bleeding badly, fans. Children shouldn't see this kind of brutality.

Mac blocks a haymaker from Rage, delivers one of his own, and sends Rage into the ropes.

BA: SPEAR! Rage just countered with a spear! Both men are down!
Mr.D: Mac might as well just stay down. The dumb bastard is too stupid to realize that he is bleeding to death.

Rage struggles to his feet first, Mac close behind. Mac throws a huge right punch. Rage ducks…

BA: GROUND ZERO! This is it! Rage just broke Mac!
Mr.D: I told you, Rage had this whole thing planned out from the get go. It's not hard to think about what a dumb fucking trucker is going to do.

Steven goes for the pin, but gets up. He pulls Mac to his feet by the head, and sends him to the turnbuckle.

Mr.D: PIN HIM! You mofo...PIN HIM!
BA: Not a wise move here. He had this match won!

Mac slams against the turnbuckle, and falls backward. Rage catches him, turns him around and goes for the Twisted.

BA: If he hits this, it would have to be over.
Mr. D: If he hits this, Mac is going to have to be scrapped off the mat with a spatula.

Mac counters by shoving Rage face first into the turnbuckle, and locks in the Transmission!!!

BA: TRANSMISSION! Its taking all he's got to hold on!

Rage drops to his knees. Mac squeezes, letting out a hair-raising scream as the blood pours into his eyes. The ref asks Rage if he wants to give it up. Rage manages to shake his head "no". Mac constricts even more.

BA: He's going to kill him!
Mr.D: And you said Rage was the madman?

Rage makes a desperate attempt to wiggle out of Mac's grasp.

BA: HE TAPPED! HE TAPPED! MAC WINS!
Mr. D: OH HELL!
BA: IT'S OVER! THANK GOD! This bloodbath has ended!

Mac slides out of the ring and begins to walk up the ramp. Rage regains his composure, punches the ref square in the face, grabs a chair and runs after Mac.

BA: Now what is this all about!?
Mr.D: Redemption you moron. Redemption.

Rage cracks Mac in the head with the steel chair. Mack crumples to the ground. Rage hits him one more time for good measure. He drags Mac to his feet, kicks him in the stomach
BA: DEVESTATOR! This match is over, and Rage is such a sore loser that he had to attack Mac from behind a second time? The first time couldn't get the job done, so I guess he needed to inflat his flattened ego.
Mr. D: Bingo.

Rage looks down at the fallen, bloodied Mac, and flips him off. He turns and walk up the ramp raising his hands and then pointing down at Mac at the very top of the ramp.

BA: I have a feeling that this is far from over.
Mr. D: Are you stupid? Mac would be an idiot to want more of that. Haven't you been watching?
BA: Yeah I have! I saw a coward attack a man from behind not once, but twice, and I saw him get beaten for it too!
Mr.D : Well, who is the one walking out?
BA: Who is the one that lost?
Mr. D: ..whatever. Anyone with a fucking brain knows that a "win" won't do you any good when you can't enjoy it, and Mac isn't enjoying it very much right now my friend.
BA: Folks, we're out of time here on Blitz. We've just seen the match of the night, as Mac Maloy "trucks" on into the next round
MrD: That was a fuckin lame joke Bill
BA: For the foul mouthed MrD, this is Bill Altieri saying goodnight.

(we fade to EWA logo)