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TUESDAY NIGHT BLITZ
(live from Victoria, Texas)



(this tuesday night blitz is dedicated to the memory of little austin edwards. Forever may his star shine brightly in the kindom of heaven)

B.A.: WE ARE BACK AND BACK WITH AUTHORITY!!! THIS SOLD OUT CROWD AT THE VICTORIA CENTER ARENA ARE IN FOR ONE HELL OF A FANTASTIC SHOW!! AND IT'S READY TO START RIGHT NOW!!!
Mr.D.: RIGHT NOW?
B.A.: RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

( "Live for the moment" by Monster Magnet initiates on queue from B.A. as Fight Club makes it way onto the stage from under the Psychotron. Jake Logan and Sebastian Knight are both wearing their usual ring attire as. Jake makes his way down the ramp first slapping hands with the fans as he gets closer to the ring. Knight walks slowly behind him starring with a determination on his face, at the squared circle. Logan reaches the apron and leap frogs up on the mat. Knight passes Logan and makes his way up the steel steps. They enter the ring simultaneously to a flurry of mixed cheers and boos.)

B.A.: TONIGHT WILL BE THE FIRST EWA TAG TEAM MATCH SINCE OUR REINSTATEMENT AND I'M HERE TO TELL YOU THESE TWO TEAMS ARE PERHAPS TWO OF THE BEST TEAMS YOU'LL EVER FIND IN THIS SPORT!!!
Mr.D.: I just love tag team match ups!!!
B.A.: Why is that D?
Mr.D.: Because its not only a test of ones true skill but a test of ones trust! When you climb in that ring as a tag team each member is depending on the other to do his job!!!
B.A.: And speaking of trust! We have an eagerly awaited return match between the EWA Champion Mac Maloy and Steven Rage!!
Mr.D.: Don't even go there B.A.!!!
B.A.: D, is obviously not happy with Steven Rage's new obsession, for lack of a better word, with befriending Truck Maloy!! Should Truck trust Rage or should he watch his back those questions will be answered here tonight!! At I and all of the EWA fans hope they will!!!

( Monster Magnet is silenced as the Busta Rhymes and Ozzy Osbourne's duet " This Means War" signals the entrance of the next team. The brothers Austin and Brian Edmunds enter the arena with the booming of fantastic pyrotechnics. The two walk side by side down the ramp and to the ring. The members of the Fight Club circle the ring and approach the ropes as the Animals try to enter. The Animals back off as referee Mark Parker calls for Fight Club to back into a neutral corner so the match can begin.)
B.A.: Little Austin Animal and Big Daddy Animal otherwise known as The Animals look very pumped up for this match tonight!!! But Fight Club looks no less prepared for this inaugural Tag Team Event!!!
Mr.D.: I tell you what though!! I'd have to put my money The Animals right now!!!
B.A.: Any specific reason!!
Mr.D.: One word B.A.........Family!!! If you'll check the record books I think you'll find that a majority of the greatest tag teams in history were brothers or cousins or related in some way!!!
B.A.: Well I'd have to agree that it would give some advantages!! Having been together all of their lives they have a more cohesive bond than perhaps those who have only been together for a few years!!!! But I have to go on record as saying they're are several great tag partners who became a team simply as victims of circumstance!!!
Mr.D.: Well their is always exceptions to the rule!!!

( The Animals finally get a chance to enter the ring as Paker manages to hold back the Fight Club. Austin Edmunds immediately exits the ring leaving Big Daddy Brian to begins the match. Opposite the Animals Knight and Logan begin talking to each other, each pointing a finger at themselves. Brian Edmunds slowly watches the discussion unfold into a slight argument and seizes his opportunity. Brian charges the two men and plants them both on the canvass with a huge DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE.)

B.A.: FIGHT CLUB SEEMED TO BE HAVING A DISAGREEMENT ON WHO WAS GONNA START THIS MATCH AND BIG DADDY BRIAN MADE THE DECISION FOR THEM AND THE ANIMALS WILL START THIS MATCH!!!
Mr.D.: See what I mean that proves my point exactly!!!

( Logan rolls out of the ring under the rope and onto the floor grabbing the back of his head as he gets to his feet. He makes his way back up onto the apron and takes his position awaiting a tag. Inside the ring, Brian Edmunds hauls Sebastian Knight off the floor by the head. Big Daddy muscles Knight against the ropes and flings him across the ring with and Irish whip. Knight rebounds and is caught by Edmunds and hoisted into the air. Big Daddy plants Knight back on the mat with a thundering Sidewalk Slam followed by a hook of the leg cover.)

B.A.: A COVER BY EDMUNDS!!!

Referee: 1.....2(kick out)

( Brian quickly gets to his feet before Sebastian grabbing a wrist and slinging Knight into The Animals corner. Big Daddy lands a few quick stunning kicks to the midsection of Knight and reaches his hand out for the tag. Big Daddy hoists Knight into a seated position on the top turnbuckle as Austin Edmunds climbs the turnbuckles behind Knight. Brian exits the ring as Little Austin Animal elevates Knight to his feet and then leaps into the air cradling Knights head and landing a Top Rope Bulldog.)

B.A.: MY GOD WHAT A MOVE BY AUSTIN EDMUNDS!!! He may not be big but his quick agile and has no fear of anything dangerous!!!

( Edmunds springs up from the mat and grabs the legs of Sebastian Knight. Austin quickly entangles his legs into Knights and flips him over into a Sharpshooter submission hold. Edmunds no sooner gets the hold locked in when Jake Logan charges into the ring. Parker misses the entrance as he flops onto his stomach to ask Knight if he wants to give up. Logan races across the ring and hits Edmunds in the back of the head with a forearm breaking up the submission. Parker sees the collision and bounces to his feet confronting Logan and shoving him back into Fight Clubs corner. Big Daddy quickly climbs into the ring as Parker and Logan exchange words. Big Daddy Edmunds picks up Knight off the canvass and hits a Evenflow DDT. Little Austin Animal gets back to his feet leaning against the turnbuckles while grabbing the back of his head. Big Daddy motions over to his brother and starts pointing a thumb up into the air urging him to go up top.)

Mr.D.: LOGAN BETTER GET OUT OF THE RING!!!

( Parker succeeds in getting Logan to retreat from the ring and turns his attention back to the action. Knight lays on the mat as Austin Edmunds reaches the top turnbuckle. Austin drops his hand from the back of his head and leaps high into the air. Austin makes a frogsplash pump in the air and lands hitting the Extinction Level Event on Sebastian Knight. Parker flys to the canvass as Austin makes the hooked leg cover.)

B.A.: THE E.L.E.!!! LITTLE AUSTIN ANIMAL HIT THE E.L.E!!!

Referee: 1....2...3

Mr.D.: IT'S OVER!!! THE BROTHERS WON IT!!!
B.A.: THE ANIMALS HAVE ONE THE FIRST EVER TAG MATCH!!! THEY DOMINATED AND PUT FIGHT CLUB AWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES!!!

( Little Austin quickly rolls under the ropes and joins Big Daddy at the bottom of the ramp. They raise their arms in victory as the back up onto the stage watching Fight Club. Logan comes into the ring and stands over Sebastian as he begins to slowly come to. Sebastian raises to a knee and Logan bends over placing a hand on Knight's shoulder. Sebastian looks up at Logan and shoves him away before getting to his feet. Logan flings his arms out in confusion. Sebastian returns the motion in confusion himself. )

Mr.D.: Look at those two!! They started the match with an argument and now their gonna end it with one!!!
B.A.: Certainly Sebastian Knight doesn't look to happy with his tag partner right now!!!

( Knight motions to ringside for a microphone. The ringside announcer hands Knight the mic and steps away.)

Sebastian Knight: Look man I don't know what just happened but I will tell you one thing!! If your gonna continue to be my partner then you better get your act together!! We just lost this match in record time because you stood over in the corner with your thumb up your butt while I got my ass kicked all over the ring!!

( Logan makes a motion explaining to Knight the elbow he landed to break up the submission. Logan then points to the ref explaining that he was being held back.)

Sebastian Knight: I don't want to here your excuses!! The bottom line is that the next time I'm in trouble you better be there point blank and period!!!

( Knight drops the microphone to the mat as static sounds over the P.A. Knight looks back at Logan, who stands in the ring befuddled, then turns his back and walks up the ramp.)

Mr.D.: Well Sebastian may be right about one thing. These two better get their act together and quick. Their are only two tag teams in the EWA right now so they are always in contention for the Tag Title belts. But if they can't get on the same page then their gonna have to join in a long list of singles competition competitors who already have a jump on them for gold contention.
B.A.: You said it all, D! Folks when we come back the show is only gonna get better as we await the Main Event!!

<commercial break>

B.A.: Welcome back from station break and what a SLOBBERKNOCKER ...we have ready for you next!!! The Extreme title will be on the line as the champion Lockdown, the psychotic ex-con, takes on The Chairman!!!
Mr.D.: I can't wait B.A.!!! This hardcore division is what I live for!! This is where the real men are!!!
B.A.: Well I will say they are damn tough, that's for sure!!!

( "Bang and Blame" by REM blares over the P.A. system as the lights dim slightly as pyro booms into the air. The Chairman makes his presence know as he makes his way out onto the stage with his purple steel folded chair. The crowd roars loud boos through the air as he holds up his weapon for all to see. He smiles and treks down the ramp to the ring stopping to raise a hand as if to hit a fan that spits on the ground in front of him. The Chairman holds his shot though and brings the hand back down and walks around the sputum on the floor.)

B.A.: Not a very well liked individual here in the EWA Mr.D.!!! What's your take on Chairman?
Mr.D.: Well, he's tough we all know that, but I have to say I like him!!!
B.A.: And why is that, D?
Mr.D.: Well anyone who wears purple on their tights and carry a purple chair has to have some testicular fortitude!!!
B.A.: I'm sorry I even asked!!!

( Chairman steps into the ring and is angered as his music is interrupted before can begin his usual strut around the ring. Pantera is identified as the interrupting culprit, signaling the entrance of Lockdown with the playing of "Cowboys from Hell". Lockdown sports his Illinois State issue clothes as he walks down the ramp. In his right hand he holds a heavy chain with medieval style shackles on them. Around his shoulder is the Extreme Title belt.)

B.A.: And here is probably the sickest individual to ever grace the EWA!!
Mr.D.: Give him a break B.A. he's just a product of modern day society!!!
B.A.: OH PLEASE!!! Don't even go there!! This man is a convicted felon and I'd probably bet he spent a little time in a state funded hospital somewhere!! He's completely off his rocker!!!
Mr.D.: He's crazy allright but I think the only time he's ever come close to a hospital is maybe when he visited one of his victims!!!

( Referee Bill Williams manages to detain Chairman as Lockdown enters the ring and takes off his belt and throws it across the ring canvass and watches it slide under the bottom rope, directly into the hands of the time keeper. Williams steps back and signals for the bell as Chairman anticipates the start of the match and charges an expectant Lockdown. Chairman takes a wild swing at Lockdown who ducks under the purple folded chair. Chairman turns around to find his opponent and is greeted with a with a fist rapped in chain, to the chin!! Chairman goes down hard dropping the chair and Lockdown immediately goes for the cover!!)

B.A.: ONE!!.....TWO!!.HE'S GOT IT!!!
(kick out)
B.A.: NO!! CHAIRMAN GETS A SHOULDER OFF THE MAT!!!

( Lockdown takes the chain and unwraps it from his fist. He lifts Chairman's head off the canvass and raps the chain around the throat of Chairman and pulls back. Chairman's legs kick wildly in the air as he struggles to breathe. Williams steps back unable to break the hold because of the no rules stipulation. Williams steps in front of Chairman and asks for the submission. Chairman only kicks harder at Williams still trying to get air. Lockdown releases the choke hold and raps his hand with the chain again and punches Chairman in the back of the head.!!)

( Lockdown re-applies the chain choke submission again. Chairman reaches back grasping the back of Lockdowns head. Chairman manages to lift his upper body off the mat slightly then drops back to the ground breaking the choke hold with a Chin Breaker. Lockdown flies backward releasing the chain as it falls to the ground. Chairman makes it to a knee when Lockdown regains his composure and comes in for the charge. Chairman drops to the mat and brings Lockdown down with a Drop Toe Hold causing Lockdown's face to collide with Chairman's purple folded chair that lies on the mat.)

B.A.: SOME QUICK THINKING ON THE PART OF THE CHAIRMAN AND LOCKDOWN IS IN A BAD WAY!!!
Mr.D.: I DON'T EVEN THINK LOCKDOWN KNEW THAT CHAIR WAS THERE!!!
B.A.: WELL HE DOES NOW!!!

( Chairman quickly gets up and takes the advantage. Chairman grabs the head of Lockdown and puts him in a standing head scissor position. Chairman grabs the waist of and attempts to hoist Lockdown's lower body into the air for a powerbomb on the chair but Lockdown quickly counters the maneuver dropping his feet from under him and lands a vicious uppercut right in the junk of Chairman. Chairman folds under the pain as he grabs his groin as he hits the mat. Lockdown grabs the legs of Chairman and looks around at the crowd then attempts to roll Chairman over into his signature submission.)

B.A.: LOCKDOWN LOOKING FOR THE PRISON WALLS!! IF HE GETS CHAIRMAN OVER IT'S ALL OVER!!!!
Mr.D.: TURN HIM OVER LOCKDOWN!!!!

( Chairman struggles to keep his back on the mat fighting the strength of Lockdown. Chairman counters the Prison Walls as he brings his legs into his chest and then thrusts them out kicking Lockdown causing him to collide with the turnbuckles. Chairman gets up as Lockdown hits the turnbuckles and charges in. Lockdown brings up a big elbow and lands it on the chin of the rushing Chairman. Chairman stumbles back grabbing his face and shaking his head. Chairman turns back toward Lockdown who scoops up Chairman. Lockdown plants Chairman on the mat with a Michinoku Driver and hooks the leg for a cover.)

Referee: 1....2....(kick out)

B.A.: A NEAR FALL AS CHAIRMAN IS STILL ON THE RECEIVING END OF THIS WHUPPIN'!!!!

( Lockdown stares at his opponent in frustration and then turns his attention to the outside of the ring towards the announcer. Lockdown gets to his feet and then climbs out onto the apron and drops down to the floor. Chairman slowly makes it to a knee as he finds his purple chair on the mat. Lockdown a makes his way to the announcers table and starts stripping it clean. Lockdown throws the monitors off the table and rips off the top portion of the announcer's table.)

B.A.: WHAT THE HELL!!! HEY!!! WE ARE TRYING TO DO A SHOW HERE!!!

Lockdown: SHUT UP!!! (points at B.A.)

( In the ring Chairman has regained his vertical base and spied his opponent on the floor. Lockdown finishes his remodeling and turns back to the ring and is surprised when he's hit with somersault plancha with a chair from Chairman. Both men lay on the floor motionless, feeling the effects of the high risk, high damage, aerial assault!!

B.A.: MY GOD, CHAIRMAN HIT THE PROMOTION AND BODIES ARE EVERYWHERE!!!
Mr.D.: THAT WAS THE CRAZIEST THING I'VE SEEN YET!!! .....OR THE STUPIDEST THING I'VE SEEN YET!!!

( Williams climbs out of the ring and checks to make sure both men are still breathing. He then starts the count as both men start slowly showing signs of life. Lockdown flops over onto his stomach and crawls over to the ring apron. Chairman does the same but makes his way to the steel steps.)

B.A.: FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE BUT BOTH MEN CAN BE COUNTED OUT IF THEY DON'T GET TO THEIR FEET!!! IF THAT'S THE CASE THEN THIS WILL BE A DRAW!!!

( Chairman pulls himself to a knee using the steps as Lockdown tries to get up tugging on apron. Lockdown fails and Chairman gets back to his feet as Williams stops the count. Chairman goes over to Lockdown's fallen body and grabs him by the head and lifts him up. Chairman rolls Lockdown into the ring and then turns back and finds the purple chair. Chairman rolls into the ring and places the folded chair on the face and chest of Lockdown. Chairman slowly makes his way back onto the apron through the second and third ropes and then places one foot on the bottom of a corner turnbuckle. Chairman places the next foot up until he climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and stands fully extended. Chairman leaps off the buckles flipping in the air and comes down onto Lockdown hitting The Hostile Takeover.)

B.A.: THAT'S IT!! THAT'S IT!!!

Referee: 1....2...3

B.A.: CHAIRMAN HIT THE HOSTILE TAKEOVER AND JUST LIKE THAT HE'S TAKEN OVER THE EXTREME TITLE!!!
Mr.D.: WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!!!

( Williams retrieves the belt from the time keeper as Chairman sits on his knees in the ring. Williams hands the belt to the new champ and Chairman cradles the title belt in his arms looking down at it. Chairman makes his way to his feet and holds the belt into the air as he stumbles to the ramp side of the ring. Chairman flops down onto the canvass and rolls out of the ring.)

B.A.: WE HAVE A NEW EXTREME CHAMPION!!! WHAT A NIGHT IT HAS BEEN SO FAR AND THE BEST IS YET TO COME!!!

( The camera cuts from Chairman as he exits the arena area and then focuses back onto Lockdown who still lays flat on his back in the ring with the bent purple chair still on his torso. and face. The camera zooms in and gets a close up on Lockdown's face as blood begins to trickle down from both of Lockdown's nostrils. The camera then fades out to black and cuts to commercial.)

<commercial break>

BA: Fans welcome back from the commercial break, and it looks like just in time because The Corrupter is is already waiting in the ring.
 Mr.D: Let me ask you a question, Bill.
BA: Alright...shoot.
Mr.D: What is that retard doing out there? I mean isn't part of becoming a wrestler being able to come out to a cool entrance?
BA: Not to everyone. This guy just wants to fight. That is why he joined the EWA, and that is why he came here tonight!

The Lionheart walks down to the ring wearing a black jumpsuit covered by a gold trechcoat as The Corruptor anxiously awaits him to get into the ring.

BA: Looks like The Corrupter is ready to go tonight!
Mr.D: Yeah yeah yeah. I'm disappointed.
BA: Why?
Mr.D: Where are the damn entrances!?!
BA: You are killing me. Pay attention to the match.

Lionheart walks around the ring faking several roll ins. Finally the ref walks over to Lionheart asking him whats wrong. He motions that Corruptor needs to back away from the ropes.

BA: I guess Lionheart has decided that discretion is the better part of valor tonight.
Mr.D: Yeah well...I hope these two destroy each other.
BA: Are you still mad about the entrances?
Mr.D: Why do you think I became a broadcast journalist for this company? Not to watch these bland-ass intros.
BA: Well deal with it. If Flaws hears you talking like that he'll fire you on the spot.

 As Corruptor walks away from the ropes the ref has his back turned to Lionheart. Lionheart charges at Corruptor who pushes the ref at Lionheart.

BA: THe Corrupter is going to pull out all the stops on this one...I can already tell.
Mr.D: Yeah? Who fucking cares!?
BA: I care! These fans care!
Mr.D: Whoop-de-fucking-do! Whoever wins this match should be booked against Rick The Brick just because of their lack of flair. BA: Lack of "flair"? Jesus! Just watch the match!

Lionheart starts things off, exchangeing punches with The Corrupter. The Corrupter starts to gainthe advantage, but Lionheart counters, landing a kick to Corruptor's mid section.

BA: Looks more like a back alley brawl so far.
Mr.D: That's at least one thing I like. Maybe they'll try to kill each other.
BA: They probably wouldn't be in the ring with each other if they weren't.
MR.D: Good Point.

Lionheart grabs Corrupter, and Irish whips him into the ropes. Corruptor bounces off the ropes, and runs back toward his opponent. Lionheart drops to the mat and uses Corruptors momentum to lock him in a rollup Boston Crab.
BA: Lionheart showing tremendous technical ability here, D.
MR.D: Yeah, I'd say. I haven't seen anything like that since I wrestled!
BA: You never wrestled! You just thought you did!
Mr.D: Well then how did I get this scar?
 BA: The same way you are going to get another if you don't pay attention to the match.
Lionheart releases the hold after The Corrupter reaches the ropes. Corrupter crawls to the turnbuckle and begins to pull himself up. Lionheart slithers up behind him, grabbing Corruptor's hair and tossing him into the turnbuckle moments before stomping away at Corrupter's knees.
BA: Lionheart attacking hte verticle base of THe Corrupter.
 MR.D: That is pretty smart. I saw this thing on the Karate Kid part two that said "If a man can't walk, he can't fight."
BA: AS always, that was...um....uh....very...colorful?
 MR.D: What can I say...it's my job.

Lionheart backs away after a warning by the referee. The Corrupter stumbles out of the turnbuckle. Lionheart grabs Corrupter and goes for a verticle suplex, but Corrupter blocks it, and delivers a couple of stiff punches to Lionhearts ribs.

BA: Corrupter getting a little offense in for the first time tonight!
MR.D: First...but not the last. You know if I had to pick a favorite in this one, it'd probably be Corrupter.
BA: Why? Because he's starting to take the upperhand?
MR.D: Precisely.

Corrupter takes advantage and vertical suplexes Lionheart. Corrupter picks Lionheart up and tries to Irish whip him across the ring. Lionheart hangs on to Corrupters wrist and kicks Corrupter in the stomach, doubling Corrupter over.

BA: Sometimes it looks like these two are going to go straight technical, and other times...it looks more like a bar room brawl! MR.D: Well good. I love a good, dirty fight!

Lionheart delivers two stern European uppercuts to Corrupter then goes for a Hurricarana. Corrupter counters with a vicious powerbomb that leaves Lionheart crumbled in a heap of broken humanity.

BA: GOOD GOD!!
MR.D: See!! I told you he was my favorite to win!!! Holy SHit!
BA: Nicely said! I don't even know if Lionheart is alive!

The Corrupter looks at Lionheart and wastes no time, hopping on the downed opponent, pounding away with punches that go repeatedly unblocked into Lionheart' face.
BA: HAve some mercy. At least Corrupter could have made sure the guy was alive!
MR.D: I doubt that is one of his concerns right now. THis guy smells blood...and a trip to the pay line!

Corrupter drags Lionheart to his feet, and whips him into the turnbuckle. Corrupter climbs the turnbuckle and starts pounding away on Lionheart again.
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!

Lionheart blocks the sixth punch and counters with an atomic drop. Corrupter crumbles to the mat. Lionheart shakes the cobwebs from his head, and climbs to the top rope.
BA: These two are definitely going all out tonight!
MR.D: Good! I bet you $20 that that is the reason Flaws hired them.
BA: Boy...you sure are a quick one. Besides, I doubt Flaws would want either of these gentlemen to be seriously injured here tonight. MOONSAULT!!! NO! CORRUPTER MOVED!
MR.D: Speaking of being injured...there you go.

Lionheart rolls around on the mat as Corrupter slides to the outside, tossing everything he can get his hands on into the ring
.
MR.D: Now We are starting to get somewhere!
BA: Need I remind you that this contest is NOT extreme rules?
MR.D: Remind me all you want, but I still like what I'm seeing.

Corrupter slides into the ring just as Lionheart gets to his feet. Corrupter bounces off of the rope and pounces on Lionheart with a Thesz press. Corrupter starts pounding away again.
MR.D: You know what this reminds me of?
BA: No telling.
MR.D: In that movie Fight Club where the real Tyler Durden beat the shit out of that little blonde dude.
BA: That is wonderful.
Mr.D: I bet that guy needed surgery.
BA: Probably.
Mr.D: SO I bet Lionheart is going to need surgery to save that pretty little face of his! GO CORRUPTER!
BA: You blood hungry parasite! He is still a humam being, whether you like him or not!

The ref warns Corrupter that he isn't in an extreme match, and starts kicking the weapons out of the ring. Corrupter shrugs, and manages to save a steel chair from the mass exodus of weapons he so carefully chose. Lionheart hops to his feet, ducks a few clothesline attempts, and flies off the ropes with a huge flying forearm.
BA: BOOM! THAT JUST LEVELED CORRUPTER!
MR.D: Christ almighty...come on and get up Corrupter! You pussy!
BA: Looks like Lionheart is on the prowl! Lionheart takes advantage and applies the Texas Cloverleaf, leaning all the way back, putting all his weight on the lower back and hips of the Corruptor.
BA: HE's GOING TO BREAK CORRUPTER IN TWO!!!
MR.D: Can I change my favorite?
BA: NO! You can't!
MR.D: Dammit!

He breaks the hold for a moment and stomps on the knees of Corruptor then reapplies the Cloverleaf. He then pulls Corruptor up by the hair, and Irish whips him back and forth between the turnbuckles.

BA: I don't know how wise that was. He had Corrupter beaten!
MR.D: Says who?
BA: Says the fact that The Corrupter was being bent in half like a metal coathanger.
 MR.D: So.....that doesn't mean anything.

 As Corruptor falls to the ground Lionheart runs and bounces off the ropes and then attempts the Lionsault on Corruptor. Corrupter grabs a chair and places it right on his sternum before Lionheart crashes down on top of it.

MR.D: SEE! I told you it didn't mean anything!!
BA: ANd I told you it wasn't wise for Lionheart to let up.
MR.D: Oh yeah...you did, didn't you. Goes to show. "WIn if you can. Lose if you must. ALways cheat."
BA: You are one helluva role model, you know that?

Lionheart writhes in pain as he clutches his stomach. Corrupter climbs to his feet, looking rather lightheaded, and climbs on top of Lionheart for the pin.

BA: PINFALL ATTEMPT HERE! THIS COULD BE IT!

Ref:ONE! TWO!

Corrupter puts both his feet on the ropes for added leverage.

THREE!!!

BA: NO! HE CHEATED! HE PUT HIS FEET ON THE ROPES!
MR.D: Apparently I am a good role model!
BA: Lionheart Just GOt Screwed! Big Time!
MR.D: Cry about it, why don't you?

 The Corrupter doesn't even get his hand raised before he rolls out of the ring. He swaggers back up the ramp, looking back at the ring. Lionheart is in disbelief.

BA: Fans...I don't know what to say here other than Lionheart deserved to take this win.
MR.D: If he deserved it, he would have gotten it. Know what I mean?

Lionheart grabs a mic and addresses the audience.

Lionheart: Well looks like I have a little more work to do before I accomplish my first task... removing the slackers from the EWA!! So as Corruptor leaves let me ask you one question...Did you enjoy the match tonight?" crowd cheers

 BA: I did. Right to the point where Corrupter cheated!
MR.D: Like you never cheated on anything.

Lionheart: DID YOU ENJOY SEEING ME GET SCREWED!?! This wasn't an Extreme Match! Corrupter you haven't seen the last of me. Not by a longshot!!

BA: I bet you can hold him to that statement. I bet this isn't the last we've seen of this.
MR.D: DO you really think Lionheart would want to get back in the ring after getting beaten that badly?
BA: Badly?
MR.D: Badly.
BA: I'd say that he had it in hand until Corrupter got that chair.
MR.D: Oh well...what can you do?


<commercial break>

BA: Are you ready for the next one?
MR.D: Yeppers.
BA: ALright, Fans the TV title is up for grabs in this one.
MR.D: Bridge vs. Spastico? I'll take Spastico double or nothing.
BA: You know Pete Rose got banned from baseball for betting on games. What should we do to you?
MR.D: Give me a raise?
BA: SHut up.

Spastico pops out from the curtain and high tails it to the ring as 'Night Fever' by the BeeGee's blares. He bounces off the ropes like he is on some sort of caffine high to a mild pop.

BA: That's right...now I remember why they call him 'Spas'.
MR.D: I'm getting tired just watching the little bastard.
Everyday is a new day
I'm thankful for every breath I take
I won't take it for granted S
o I learn from my mistakes

Alive By P.O.D booms into the arena as Bridge stands in front of the pyschotron. He raises the EWA TV Title in the air, then slowly walks to the ring soaking up the cheers of the crowd.

MR.D: Finally, an entrance! WOO!
BA: I'll never understand your addiction to these things.
MR.D: Hey...everyone has their vices. I like well thought out entrances. Is that a crime?
BA: I guess not.
MR.D: Then shut up!

At the ring, Bridge enters and walks to El Spastico and the two have words.

BA: I'm sure Bridge has a few words to say about Spas hitting him with a steel chair in Ft. Lauderdale.
MR.D: Really? I thought they were exchanging recipes.

Both men back away to different corners. Bridge hands the title to Jack Cole and turns and watches as Cole hands the belt to ring attendent. Meanwhile, El Spastico reaches down and smashes Bridge in the back with a chair and throws it away.

MR.D: I guess Bridge will want to sit down and calmly talk about that one too, huh?
BA: No doubt about it. Actually I bet he has something to say about it later in THIS match.
MR.D: THis isn't 'Whose Line Is It?' Bridge isn't that quick.

 Spas goes for the cover...
Ref:One! TWO! THR... Bridge kicks out.

 BA: A close one to start this match.
MR.D: That was genius. Pure Genius. Tell me Spas didn't come with a gameplan.
BA: I wish I could, but the fact is that Spas was a second away from capturing EWA gold.

Spas picks up Bridge and whips him into the ropes, landing a missile dropkick that sends Bridge out to the floor. Spas follows Bridge to the outside, then rams Bridge into the ring post.

BA: Spas means business!!
MR.D: Really? I wasn't quite sure what it meant.
BA: No I mean the wrestler Spas, not the word.
Mr.D: ....figured you didn't know what it meant.
BA: Would you please let me call this match. Jesus, I feel like I'm sitting here with Dennis Miller on Monday Night Football.
MR.D: IS that a compliment?
BA: No. No it is not.

Spas picks Bridge up again and tries to ram Bridge into the ring steps, but gets reversed.

BA: Spas just got sent flying into those steel steps.
MR.D: Great grasp of the obvious there, Bill.
BA: Someone on this broadcast team should.

 Bridge is still groggy and Spas is holding his shoulder. Bridge shakes of the cobwebs of Spas' early onslaught. Bridge clombers over and picks up Spas, flinging him into the barricade. Bridge watches Spas grovel in pain before he charges in for a clothesline that sends Spas over the Barricade. Bridge nimbley hops the barricade in pursuit.

BA: IF this continues like it is, this match could get ugly... quick.
MR.D: That is exactly what myself and everyone else wants to see.
BA: Well you are about to get your wish.

Bridge picks up Spas and drops him stomach first on the barricade. Spas drops to the floor and Bridge slides back into the ring to break Jack Coles countout.

BA: A little rule manipulation by Bridge.
MR.D: YOu mean he cheated.
BA: No I mean he manipulated the rule.
MR.D: Exactly...he cheated. Don't sugar coat it.

Bridge slides back out of the ring and pounds away at Spas, who manages to give Bridge a low blows that sends him falling back to the floor. Spas gets up and whips Bridge into the barricade. Spas then mounts the apron and hits a spinning wheel kick to Bridge at the barricade. Both men are down. Spas hops to his feet first...

BA: Looks like Spas got the better end of that one.
MR.D: Yeah...he looked like a Mexican Jumping bean.
BA: I'm sure our fans in Mexico, as well as Spas, really appreciate that analogy.
MR.D: With all due respect to Mexican Jumping beans...of course.
BA:(Sighing) whatever.

Spas begins to taunt the crowd, and is greeted with a huge chorus of boos. He walks over to the announce table to get another chair. MR.D: He loves the chair, doesn't he?
BA: I'd say he is the chairman of th EWA, but I think we already have one of those.
MR.D: THe ChairMAN? Is he even still around?
BA: I don't know.

Spas walks over to Bridge and lifts the chair up. Jack Cole slides out of the ring, and stops Spas by grabbing the chair in mid-swing. Spas is irate and decides to stomp on Bridge in frusrtation.

BA: Looks like the heat of the moment is getting to Spas.
Mr.D: You know what Yoda would say about this don't you?
BA: No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me.
MR.D: Yep...he'd say "Patience...you must learn Patience."
BA: First it is the Karate Kid part 2 and now Star Wars? I'm sure the copyright department is going to love you in the morning.

Spas picks up Bridge and rolls him into the ring. He climbs to the top rope and lands a cross body press, then goes for the pin.... Ref: ONE! TWO! THRE...
Bridge manages a shoulder up.

 BA: ANother close call for Spas!
MR.D: Looks like we might crown a new TV champ tonight!
BA: It is a distinct possibility, but not a surprising one.

Spas picks Bridge up and hits a jumping DDT and goes for the cover again...
Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE!!
Bridge puts his foot on the rope fractions of a second before the three count.

BA: GOOD GOD! It just doesn't get any closer than that!
MR.D: COme on Spas...stay with it!!!

Spas picks up Bridge and whips him into the corner. Bridge sees Spas coming for a splash and spears Spas in mid air, planting him the middle of the ring!!

MR.D: NO! BA: That looked like a train wreck!
MR.D: THis one should be over anyway, if it hadn't been for that damn ref and his slow count.

Both men are slow to recover with Bridge being the first up. He sees that Spas has had the wind knocked out of him and moves behind, delivering a vicious full nelson slam. Bridge goes for the cover...
 Ref:ONE!| TWO! Spas kicks out.

MR.D: YESS!!!
BA: ANother close one...how many does that make? Three?
MR.D: Four.
BA: Hey I'm an announcer, not a mathalete.

Spas looks like he is in trouble. Bridge picks up Spas and attempts a JackKnife powerbomb but Spas summons the last of his energy and counters with a hurracanrana, but cannot capitalise.

MR.D: Come on!!! PIN HIM! BA: I think it took too much out of him!

Bridge is the first to get up and looks at Spas who is slowly rising off the mat. He moves to Spas and hits a DDT and goes for the cover...
Ref:ONE! TWO! THREE!
Spas manages to just kick out before three.

BA: Christ almighty!! These two men are pushing each other tot he limit.
MR.D: What a fast count!
BA: YOu said the ref's cadence was slow a minute ago.
MR.D: That was different.
BA: No it wasn't. Bridge signals to the crowd for the Landmark.
BA: If he hits this... MR.D: WAKE UP SPAS!!!
BA:...it will be over.

Bridge picks up Spas on his shoulder and mounts the the turnbuckle at the top and pauses...
 MR.D: SPAS! WAKE UP!
BA: I don't know if he'd want to...if you know what I mean.
 MR.D: No, I don't.
BA: I mean he is in for a world of hurt...

Bridge leaps and hits the Landmark. He goes for the cover...
REF: ONE! TWO! THREE!!!
Bridge rolls to the corner and Jack Cole hands him the TV Belt.

BA: HE GOT HIM! HE GOT HIM! BRidge retains the EWA TV title! What a match! IT could have gone either way!
Mr.D: damn! damn! Double damn!

Bridge stands in the corner with belt as the Corruptor slides into the ring with a chair.

BA: The Corrupter! What's he doing here?
MR.D: I dunno, but he's got that chair that won the match for him earlier.

Bridge waits for the Corruptor to charge and ducks the chairshot and returns with the TV belt to the head of the Corruptor. Bridge stands over Corruptor and points to the belt and says its mine.

BA: Well there you go.
MR.D: I guess he made his message loud and clear.
BA: I guess so.
MR.D: You mean we agree?
BA:...hmm....well. YEAH! WE DO!
MR.D Christ...I guess it's time for a sick day.

<commercial break>

Damien Smith struts out to the ring dressed in a referee shirt.

BA: Well here is your referee for the next match.
MR.D: Looks like he is taking this job seriously.
BA: As well he should. This match could be a big one.
MR.D: I wouldn't say that. (In a nasaly voice) 'Everybody's Victim' Jarrod Crow is here. Boo-Fucking-hoo. Get over it!
BA: he is a remarkable competitor, and…

Bill and Mr. D are silenced as the opening guitar chords to Limp Bizkit's "My Way" plays. The arena lights dim and a white angel appears on the Psychotron. Smoke drifts onto the entrance and blue lights shine down onto it.

BA: Speaking of, here he comes now.
MR.D: God's sake. He reminds me of my teenage daughter.
BA: I don't even want to know.

"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, white pyro goes off on either side of the stage as a shadowy figure appears through the smoke. The figure raises his arms in the air and shouts out in anger as the song continues

MR.D: At least he has a fucking entrance.
BA: I've listened to you all friggin night about those entrances. Shut up already!
MR.D: You want to call this match yourself?
BA: No.
MR.D: Then don't tell me to shut up you mother fucking, ass raping, shit eating, cock sucking, cum guzzling, bastard, son of a bitch.
BA: Whoa…..that was pretty impressive.

"Just one, more fight,
About your Leadership,
And I, will straight up leave your $hit,
'Cause I've, had enough of this,
And now I'm pissed, Yeah!"

Again white pyro explodes from the sides of the stage and the figure strides out of the smoke. The shrouded figure is Jarod Crow. The crowd cheer as he slowly walks down the ramp, maintaining eye contact with the special referee, as the song goes on.

BA: Looks like there might be a trust issue between these two.
MR.D: Well you know how Crow is. He has to whine and cry about everything.
BA: That may be, but it will make for intersting TV.

"This time I'm gonna let it all come out,
This time I'm gonna stand up and shout,
I'm gonna do things my way,
It's my way,
My way or the high way!"

Pillars of blue flame erupt from either side as Crow strides confidently past. The lights are blazing neon blue, lighting up the white angel on Crow's shirt and the crosses on his tights. Jarod stops and raises one hand in a mocking salute to Damien Smith as the music continues.

MR.D: See! He's mocking the ref! He is going to mock him, and then bitch and moan about being screwed all the time.
BA: I odn't know about that.
MR.D: I do. I mean why can't he be like me?
BA: Meaning?
MR.D: I get screwed all the time and I never bitch!
BA: Only in your wet dreams my friend.

"Some day you'll see things my way,
'Cause you never know,
No you never know,
When you're gonna go!"

When he reaches the ring he removes his trench coat and throws it into the crowd. He then jumps up to the ring apron, climbs one of the turnbuckles and raises his arms in the air as blue pyro goes off on the other three. Suddenly, he backflips off the turnbuckle into the ring and circles round the ring staring at Smith with a snarl on his face as the last of the music plays.

BA: Now we are awaiting the entrance of the challenger.
MR.D: Why did Crow come out first anyway?
BA: I don't know. Go talk to the director. I'm sure he can give you an answer.
MR.D: Fuck it. It's not like I care about either of these two anyway.

Suddenly Johnny Thunder pops out from underneath the mat, slides in and sneaks up behind the circling Crow.

BA: Thunder was under the ring.
MR.D: All these sneak attacks tonight, I'm starting to wonder if I'm safe!
BA: The only thing you need to be worried about is standards and practices.

Jarod turns and catches Thunder sneaking in. Jarod Irish whips Thunder into the ropes, then leapfrogs him. As Thunder bounces off the ropes, Crow takes off in the other direction, bouncing off the opposite direction and bounces off the ropes on the other side of the ring. Crow leaps forward, slamming a forearm into Thunder's head.

BA: Boy! This one starts off fast!
MR.D: Like two little girls playing freeze tag or something.
BA: ….that was certainly unique.

As Thunder hits the mat, Crow bounces off the mat and bounces off the ropes again, delivering a huge Senton Splash onto his fallen victim. Thunder rolls around the mat in pain. As he works his way to his feet, Crow bounces off the ropes again and delivers a drop kick to Thunder's head.

BA: He just tried to take Thunder's head right off.
MR.D: I wonder if this is some sort of twisted strategy that Crow thought while brooding in his bedroom.
BA: Brooding?
MR.D: I was trying to be polite about it. We all know there is another name for it.

Crow bounces off the ropes again and tries to hit Thunder again, but Thunder raises up his foot to deliver a big boot. Crow ducks under, kicks Thunder in the stomach and drops him with a Downward Spiral.

BA: Lots of offense by Crow so far, if it is strategy, it certainly is working.
MR.D: Well…can't argue that.

Jarod drags Thunder to his feet, then drops him again with a DDT. Crow hops to the top rope as Thunder works his way to his feet. Crow leaps off the top rope with a flying axe handle to Thunder's head. Thunder staggers back. Crow jumps to the top rope again, and flies off again, laying into Thunder with a huge flying clothesline! Thunder smashes into the mat. Crow delivers a few stiff kicks into Thunder's stomach, the ascends to the top rope again.

BA: VENGENCE Swanton Bomb!
MR.D: The little bastard is trying to end it fast.
BA: Indeed he is.
MR.D: He better not, I paid good money to watch this.
BA: No you didn't.
MR.D: Oh yeah

Crow rolls through the impact, bounces off the opposite rope, and slams into Thunder with a Lionsault! Crow makes the cover

Smith: ONE!
TWO!

Thunder kicks out. Jarod is furious with the two count, and gets into Damian Smith's face. Smith shoves Crow out of his face and into the ropes.

BA: Looks like Smith just isn't going to take that tonight.
MR.D: If he took that from Jarod Crow, I'd have to get out there and beat the shit out of him for being a pussy.
BA: Um,.yeah no one wants to see you in tights, that's for sure.

As Jarod bounces off of the ropes, Thunder, now on his feet, moves in with a stiff clothesline. Thunder starts to kick Jarod in the head. As Crow tries to work his way to his feet, Thunder stomps his fingers. Smith gives him a warning, but it is quickly ignored.

BA: Smith is going to have to do something to get control of this match.
MR.D:Hell with it it. I want it to get out of hand. These people want to see it get out of hand.
BA: Well if it continues like this, I'm sure it will.

Thunder drags Crow to his feet, scoop slams him, and follows with a leg drop. Thunder climbs on top of Crow and starts pounding away. Smith starts a warning count. Thunder continues to pound away.

Smith: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!

Smith drags Thunder off, and threatens him with a DQ as Crow works his way to his feet. Thunder turns around and gets a huge Super kick for his troubles. Crow goes for the pin.

BA: That hit it's mark. This could be a quick one!
MR.D: NO! I haven't seen any blood just yet!

Smith: ONE!
TWO!
THR..

Thunder kicks out. Crow slaps the mat in frustration, rolls Thunder over, and sinks in an STF! Crow screams as he wrenches back on Thunder's back.

BA: Crow is showing a mean streak tonight.
MR.D: No he's not…remember? He's 'channeling all the victim power from all the victims.'
BA: Don't start.

Smith moves into position and asks Thunder if he wants to give it up. Thunder shakes his head furiously from side to side. He reaches for the rope, but just misses it. Crow continues to wrench back. Smith asks Thunder if he wants to give it up again, but gets a loud "NO!"

MR.D: And there are a lot of victims here he's channeling.
BA: Is that a fact?
MR.D: Yeah. Did you see how much they are charging for beer?

Crow lets Thunder go, and slides to the outside. Thunder pulls himself to his feet, and rests in the corner. Crow slides back in with the time-keeper's hammer and takes a huge swing at Thunder. Thunder drops out of the way and the hammer slams into the turnbuckle before bouncing back and smacking Crow in the face.

BA: They say the best offense is a good defense, and that was a good example.
MR.D: All the guy did was fall down, how was that defense?

Thunder takes advantage and German suplexes Crow halfway across the ring. Crow lays in the middle of the ring, nearly broken in half. Thunder celebrates briefly, and then goes to work on Crow, stomping him in the head.

BA: That is why! Listen, I'm the play-by-play announcer. You do color commentary. I won't do color, and you don't do play-by-play, got me?
MR.D: Then  commentate!

Crow works his way to his feet, and is immediately scooped up and tossed with a fall-away slam. Thunder walks over to Crow and drops a huge elbow. Thunder goes for the pin.

BA: Another pin attempt.

Smith: ONE!
TWO!

Crow kicks out.

BA: Crow kicks out.
MR.D: Are you thinking this up on your own?
BA: Nope. The match writer is pumping it into my headphones.

Thunder bounces up and waits for Crow to stand up, then drops him with the Shokker Dropper! He goes for the pin.

MR.D: HOLY SHIT! That was a devestating move there. I think I just saw Crow's brain come flying out of his ass.
BA: It was impressive. Thunder going for the win!

Smith: ONE!
TWO!

BA: Crow manages to put his foot on the bottom rope, but Smith doesn't see it.
MR.D: Special referees always mess up somehow.

THREE!



Thunder bounces to his feet in celebration. Smith notices Crow's foot on the rope and orders the match to start again. Thunder is irate!

BA: I don't think that Thunder is too happy with that call.
MR.D: You think? But more importantly, who cares?

As Thunder and Smith argue in the middle of the ring, Crow has shaken the cobwebs from his head, and sneaks up behind the unsuspecting Thunder.

BA: SINS OF THE MANY! SINS OF THE MANY!
MR.D: Where did these guys get these finishers? They are great!
BA: Crow goes for the cover.

Smith: ONE!
TWO!
THR...

Smith is suddenly dragged out of the ring.

MR.D: What the ..!?
BA: Who was that!?!? THAT'S THE NEW ADAM!!!!

Smith takes a huge swing at The New Adam, but Adam blocks it, gives Smith a few right hands, then Press Slams him through the announcer's table.

BA: HE JUST BROKE DAMIEN SMITH!!!!
MR.D: Holy Fuck!

As Crow watches on, Max Mancuso slides into the ring. Mancuso taps Crow on the shoulder. As Crow spins around, Mancuso drops him to the mat with a Spinebuster, then applies the Texas Cloverleaf!

BA: AND NOW MANCUSO!?!
MR.D: WE'RE BEING INVADED!!!!!! SHIT!!!!
BA: WHAT DO THESE MEN WANT!?

Meanwhile Thunder manages to get to his feet before Simon Fury leaps from the crowd, slides into the ring, and locks in the Chains of Misery crossface!

BA: SIMON FURY! SIMON FURY! THE IPWA IS HERE!!!!
MR.D: IPWA!? IT LOOKS MORE LIKE THE  APOCOLYPSE!!

Adam smashes a few TV monitors onto the fallen Smith, stomps him in the face a couple of times, then slides into the ring. Mancuso releases the Cloverleaf, drags him to his feet, slaps him in the face couple of times, then gives him to Adam.

BA: BUTTERFLY PILEDRIVER!!! THAT IS SICK! HE COULD'VE KILLED THAT MAN!
MR.D: Bill, I think things just got a lot worse around here!
BA: These men aren't here to wrestle! They are here to hurt people!

Crow nearly convulses on impact as Adam stands triumphantly above him. Mancuso applauds the sickening move, then kicks Crow out of the ring underneath the bottom rope.

BA: CHRIST! Let's get some help out here!!
MR.D: I don't know if anyone is that dumb!
BA: There is nothing Dumb about it! There are EWA Wrestlers being decimated out there!!!

Simon Fury still wrenches back in the Crossface. Mancuso walks over to Thunder, who is wincing and yelling in pain, and kicks him straight in the face a couple of times.

BA: FURY IS TELLING HIM TO DO IT AGAIN!
MR.D: The Brutality! The Humanity!


Mancuso kicks Thunder in the face again.

BA: CAN!

And again.

BA: WE!

And again.

BA: GET SOME HELP!?

Fury releases the awesome submission hold, drags the bloodied Thunder to his feet, and orders Adam to give an encore of the nasty Butterfly Piledriver!

BA: NO! ANOTHER BUTTERFLY PILEDRIVER!
MR.D: That is one of the most sickening moves I believe I've ever fucking seen.

The crowd gives a collective groan as Thunder lands top-of-the-head first onto the mat. Fury laughs uncontrollably and then orders Adam to toss Thunder from the ring.

BA: PRESS SLAM OVER THE ROPES ONTO THE SECURITY RAILING!! MY GOD!!
MR.D: I don't think God has anything to do with these guys, Bill!

Fury motions to the time-keeper for a mic.

Fury: Did you like that!? DID YOU!? From this point on, that is EXACTLY what every single EWA wrestler has to look forward to. There aren't any rookies in this ring here. We are the single most dominant faction that has ever graced a wrestling ring period! There is a new measuring stick around here and WE are it! So take a real close look at what happened here tonight. BURN it into you mind. Replay it again and again and again at night until you can't sleep. And when you do sleep at night, dream about it. Scream about. Wake up in cold sweats knowing that each and every one of your careers just got much, much shorter.

BA: See what I mean, they don't want to compete!
MR.D: I could tell that by their actions.

Mancuso takes the mic.

Mancuso: You know it's real, real simple. No one in that back room can do what we can inside this ring. And this? this was just a small, small example of what we can do. Let's face facts with facts. No one cares about Jarod Crow. No one cares about Johnny Thunder. No one cares about Damine Smith. No one! But these three curtain-jerkers were just the start. Just the beginning. We are going to tear through here with the fury of God. No one is safe. No one will be sparred. No one will survive!

BA: This is ridiculous! We don't need people like this around here. We are a team. We are one single entity. These people only want to help themselves!
MR.D: You've never said anything truer.

and to quote that famous American poet Jim Morrison: "This is the end"

Mancuso gives the mic to Adam. The crowd is smothering the ring with trash. Adam surveys the crowd, and begins to speak in a thick German accent.

Adam: It is hard to believe that some of you are all descendants of my fine country. I will make everyone pay for the disgrace I feel standing in front of such a large mass of ignorance and immorality.

MR.D: Just another German supremist.
BA: I thought they were extinguished in the 40's.

Adam slams the mic down and exits. Mancuso follows. Fury grabs the mic one more time.

BA: I guess they have more to say!
MR.D: AS if they haven't done enough!

Fury: Boss! Just like you said! I know you were watching. We'll see you soon.

BA: WHO IS THE BOSS! I've heard the rumors! They say it's someone in the locker room!
MR.D: I don't even want to think about that.

The trio disappears backstage as Jarod Crow, Johnny Thunder, and Damien Smith lay motionless outside the ring.


<commercial break>

BA : Folks, we're back from what has been a shocking night here in the EWA! The IPWA faction have made themselves know here tonight, leaving a trail of bodies behind them. But just who is the "BOSS"???
MrD : My money is on our esteemed president himself
BA: Mr Flaws is an evil man, but this was just damn sickening. I'm being told right now folks, that it's time for our main event of the evening. A changed Steven Rage locks up one more time with the EWA world champion, Mac "Truck" Maloy!!
Mr.D.: WELL I HOPE RAGE COMES IN WITH A DIFFERENT MIND SET THIS TIME!!! TRUCK IS A TAKE NO PRISONERS WRESTLER SO RAGE BETTER NOT PULL ANY PUNCHES!!!
B.A.: I don't for see that happening here!!!

( Limp Bizkit blast through the air as the lights go out completely. Extraordinary pyrotechnics shatter the dark arena as Steven Rage hits the stage. Loud cheers roar through the crowd as Rage races down to the ring and slides into the squared circle under the bottom ropes. Rage jumps to his feet and takes a slight sprint to the ropes and bounces off of them. He stops in the middle of the ring and bounces a bit warming up before the match. )

B.A.: Rage looks intense, he looks determined, as if this were a title match!!!

( The arena goes dark again with the only light coming from two small dots on the Psychotron. Enter Sandman starts to key up over the P.A. and then pyro shoots up from the ramp and stage as Lars of Metallica hits the opening drum beats. The signature simulated highway lights up the ramp along with the shimmering silver pyro as the Truck excerpt from the Enter Sandman video plays on the screen. Truck Maloy bursts out of the back and makes his way to the front of the stage. He holds the EWA World Title over his head as the crowd goes berserk with cheers. Truck drops the title to his shoulders and walks down to the ring while keeping eye contact with Rage.)

B.A.: THE EWA CHAMP LOOKS NO LESS DETERMINED!!!
Mr.D.: THESE TWO LOOK LIKE THEY ARE GOING TO RIP THE ROOF OFF THIS BUILDING!!!
B.A.: I WOULDN'T EXPECT ANY LESS!!

( Truck makes his way into the ring and hands the belt to referee Jack Cole. Cole takes the belt and hands it to the time keeper and then calls for the bell. The two men circle briefly before stopping in the center of the ring. Truck stares deep into the eyes of Rage as Steven returns the glare. Steven then slowly reaches out a hand in Truck's direction asking for a handshake. Truck looks at Rages hand for a few seconds in confusion then stands and deliberates the sincerity of the gesture of respect. The short debate is soon concluded when Truck begins to reach out his hand to Rages and then quickly raises a middle finger in the face of Rage..)

B.A.: Rage looks like he still wants to be friends with The Champ but Truck ain't having any part of it!!
Mr.D.: That's just what I said before!! As much as I can't stand Truck Maloy I've got to say he's not afraid to stand alone!! He doesn't want or need any friends, as far as he's concerned!! That takes big brass you know what's, considering how many people want a shot at his title!!
B.A.: Well I think Truck probably doesn't have brass one!! They're probably chrome!!

( Rage throws his hands out wide and shakes his head in a gesture of understanding at Truck's refusal of the handshake. The two start to circle again when, once again, Rage makes a gesture to Truck. This time Rage holds a hand high into the air asking for a test of strength. Truck looks around as the crowd cheers showing their approval of seeing who is the strongest. Truck reluctantly begins to place a hand up and grasps Steven's. They lock their free hands and then step into each other. Both men begin to struggle and push against the other. Truck slowly starts to lose the battle as Rage forces Truck into a low position. Rage pushes further and Truck is forced to drop to a knee. The crowd begins to roar louder and louder with each passing second then stops. A chant begins to bellow.)

Crowd: truck.....truck.....truck...trUCK.....TRUCK....TRUCK...TRUCK.!!!!

( Truck finds a fire deep inside and then begins to battle his way back to a vertical base. Both men's arms begins to shake as the muscle strain and begin to tire. Rage takes the disadvantage on one knee. Truck stands over Rage know shoving Steven's hands further and further down. Rage begins to shake his head no and then fights his way back to a vertical base. Both men find themselves back on their feet with neither one having the strength left to power the other one down. Rage finally breaks the test as he brings a knee up into the midsection of Truck and then slips him into a headlock.)

Mr.D.: WOW!!!
B.A.: What?!!
Mr.D.: It's been a long time since I've seen a test of strength and I'm not sure who won it!!
B.A.: Well I'd be hard fought to say anyone won it!! Both of these men are superb athletes and have a drive in them that is unparallel in any competition!!!

( Truck breaks the headlock, flinging Rage across the ring against the announcer's side ropes. Rage bounces back and drives a shoulder into Truck but Truck stands his ground unscathed by the shoulder block. Rage and Truck stand glaring at each other then Rage races to the ropes again returning another shoulder block on Truck. Truck again fails to go down. Rage and Truck stand toe to toe and Rage throws out a point daring Truck to try a shoulder block of his own. Truck sprints to the ropes and rebounds back at Rage. Rage finds his back on the canvass as Truck floors him with a shoulder block. Truck stands over Rage looking down at him with a wide smile on his face. He takes a step back and allows Steven to get back up unmolested.)
Mr.D.: Well their may have been doubt in the test of strength but I don't think their was any doubt of who was the stronger man their!!
B.A.: Well they don't call him Truck for nothing!!

( The two men circle once more and lock up in a collar and elbow. Rage quickly gets in another headlock and then switches into a rear wastelock. Truck reverses with a rear wastelock of his own. Rage tries to get another waste lock but can't break the grip of Truck. Truck lifts Rage into the air but Rage hooks his legs and throws his head forward flipping Truck over and down to the mat. As Truck flips over Rage, Rage grabs the legs of Truck and referee Jack Cole drops to the mat to count the pin.)

B.A.: A NICE REVERSAL THERE AND THIS COULD BE...!!!
Referee: 1...2..(kick out)
B.A.: TRUCK MANAGES TO KICK OUT AT THE COUNT OF TWO!!!

( Truck quickly gets up off the canvass and turns to Rage but Rage is one step ahead of Truck and lands a kick into Truck's stomach. Rage muscles Truck into the announcer's side ropes and then Irish whips Truck across the ring. Rage goes for a clothesline but Truck ducks under and then flies off the opposite ropes and hits Rage with a flying forearm and Rage hits the canvass with authority. Truck quickly goes on the attack hits the near side ropes for added momentum and drops and elbow down across the forehead of Rage. Truck grabs Rage by the head and lifts him up. Mac muscles Rage into the nearest turnbuckle and then drives a shoulder into Rages stomach. Truck climbs up on the second ropes standing over Rage. He begins landing punches as the crowd counts out each impact. On the count of nine Truck stops and makes the "horn blow" gesture pumping his fist into the air.)

Mr.D.: Here we go.....toot...toot!!! I hate that!!!

( Truck jumps down from the ropes bringing down a thundering Bionic Elbow across the head of Rage. Truck grabs a wrist of Rage and flings him into the opposite turnbuckles. Rage's body bounces hits the corner with enormous force nearly moving the ring. Truck sprints to the middle of the ring and lifts off into the air for the Traffic Jam. But Rage dives out of the way just before the collision and Truck hammers into the buckles staggering him backward into Rage. Rage gets a waist lock hits a German Suplex. Rages continues the hold lifting Truck off the canvass and then drops him back onto his head with another German Suplex. Rage uses his last bit of strength and powers Truck's almost limp body up and lands a third German Suplex on Truck. )

B.A.: MY GOD!!! TRUCK MISSED THE TRAFFIC JAM AND RAGE IS TAKING TRUCK TO SCHOOL!! THREE GERMAN SUPLEXES AND I THINK THE CHAMPION MAY BE OUT COLD!!!
Mr.D.: IF RAGE CAN GET THE COVER THIS WILL BE OVER RIGHT HERE!!!

( Rage slowly gets to his feet exhausted from the power he expended on the previous offense. Rage finds Truck still down and quickly grabs Truck's legs interlocking them into his own and putting Mac into a Figure Four Leglock submission. Truck's once seemingly unconscious body rips to life as his torso shoots off the mat. Truck sounds deafening screams throughout the arena as Rage continually slaps his upperbody off the mat to shoot extra pressure into Truck's knee.)

Mr.D. RAGE IS GOING FOR THE SUBMISSION!!!
B.A.: HE MAY GET IT TOO!!!

( Truck slowly starts to fade away as the pain becomes to immense for him to bare. Referee Jack Cole drops to the mat as Truck, unable to move from the pain lays flat on the mat wincing and grimacing. Cole goes for a pin count but is quickly stopped at two when Truck lifts his shoulder off the mat. Truck looks behind him as he breaks the pin count and slowly begins to pull with all his might. Truck reaches out and just missing the bottom rope. Truck desperately pulls again only managing to gain a few inches and then reaches again. Truck lands a fingers on the rope then another until he has a full grasp. Cole rushes over to Rage and begins counting for the break. Rage breaks the hold as Truck lays on the mat grasping his knee.)

B.A.: TRUCK MANAGED TO GET A ROPE!!! WHAT HEART!!! WHAT DESIRE!!! WHAT A CHAMPION!!!
Mr.D.: I CAN'T BELIEVE HE MADE IT TO THE ROPES!!!

( Rage slowly makes it up off the mat and sits on both knees. He shakes his head as he looks over at Truck and then wipes the sweat from his face. Steven gets back to his feet and walks over to Truck, still laying on the mat. Rage grabs Truck by the head and lifts him along the ropes. Rage goes for the Irish whip but Truck manages a reversal and sends Rage on the go. Rage shoots off the ropes and is caught by Truck mid ring. Truck lands a Powerslam on Rage but bounces off Rages body from the force of the impact. The two men lay on the mat side by side gasping for air.)

Mr.D.: AHHHHHH!! WHERE DID TRUCK GET THAT FROM!!! HE HAD TO DIG DOWN DEEP FOR THAT MOVE!!!
B.A.: IT'S A WONDER TRUCK'S EVEN CONSCIOUS AT ALL!!! RAGE HAS BROUGHT THE BATTLE TO TRUCK BUT TRUCK SEEMS TO STAYING ALIVE SOME HOW!!!!

( Truck begins to show some movement as Jack Cole gets to the count of 6. Truck flops his body over onto his stomach with his outstretched arm landing on Rage. Cole drops to the mat and counts the pin attempt.)

Referee: 1...2...( kick out)

B.A.: RAGE GOT A SHOULDER UP!! HE'S STILL IN THIS MATCH!! RAGE KEEPING IN STEP WITH TRUCK!!!

( Rage makes it to his feet as Truck does the same simultaneously. Rage throws out a desperation right hand striking Mac across the side of the face. Truck returns with a right of his own. The punches become faster and faster as the two stand in the middle of the ring exchanging blow after blow. Rage blocks a right of Truck and takes another swing but Truck ducks under Rage's right hand and Rage's momentum spins him around. Truck steps into the back of Rage and brings him down with a Side Russian Leg Sweep. Without hesitation Truck reaches over and flips Rage onto his stomach and climbs on top of him locking in the Transmission.)

B.A.: TRANSMISSION!!! TRANSMISSION!!!! TRANSMISSION!!!!
Mr.D.: YEAH BUT LOOK......HE'S TO CLOSE TO THE ROPES!!!

( Rage grimaces in pain briefly and then manages to get an arm free and reach out. Rage grabs the bottom rope on the announcer's side of the ring and Cole begins the count. Cole gets to four but Truck refuses to break the hold. Cole tries to push Truck off but Truck just locks down harder. Cole gives another four count then uses all of his might to Push Truck off as Truck doesn't acknowledge the count again. Cole pushes Truck away from Rage and begins to pull himself up along the announcer's side ropes. Truck and Cole continues the argument as Cole begins to turn his body from between the two men. Heads begin to pop up all around the crowd and a lull begins to form. The camera cuts to the stage as Damian Smith comes running down to the ring wielding a chair.)

B.A.: IT'S DAMIAN SMITH!!! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!!!
Mr.D.: HE WANTS A PIECE OF TRUCK MALOY!!!

( Truck and Referee cole are oblivious to the presence of Smith as they continue to mouth at each other. Rage on the opposite side of the ring spies Smith as he slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Smith bounces quickly to his feet raising the chair high into the air to bash over Truck's head from behind. Rage sprints to the middle of the ring and drives a shoulder into the back of Truck sending both Truck and Jack Cole colliding into a corner across the ring. Rage's head is split open as the chair from Damian Smith crashes down onto his head. Cole drops to the floor as Truck smashes into him crunching him into the corner. Truck turns back to the ring to see what hit him and finds Rage on the canvass and Smith standing over him with a bewildered look on his face.)

B.A.: SMITH HIT RAGE WITH A CHAIR!!! IT WAS INTENDED FOR TRUCK BUT RAGE THROUGH HIMSELF IN THE WAY!!!
Mr.D.: RAGE JUST COST HIMSELF THE MATCH!!!!

( Smith turn to where his would be target now stands as is greeted with a boot to the stomach. Smith drops the chair as he hunches over and Truck lands The Overdrive ( a.k.a. Double Arm DDT) on Smith. Truck gets back up and kicks Smith repeatedly in the side forcing Smith out of the ring. A flurry of refs come running down to the ring as Smith hits the floor. Truck looks over to find Rage on the floor motionless and falls on him for the pin. The crowd begins to count 1..2..but they are unaided by the voice of Cole as he lays on the mat in the corner. Truck gets up as he never hears the count and walks back over to Cole. Rage begins to move.)

B.A.: THE REF CAN'T MAKE THE COUNT HE'S OUT!!! TRUCK HAS THIS MATCH WON BUT THERE IS NO REFEREE!!! DAMN IT!!!!

( Truck shakes Jack Cole finally reviving the official. Rage gets back to a less than vertical base as Truck tells Cole to count the pinfall. Truck turns back to go for another cover but Rage lands a kick of his own. Rage steps in hooking Truck's arms and then plants him on the mat with The Devastator. Rage rolls Truck over and hooks a leg as Cole slowly crawls over to make the count.)

B.A.: RAGE HIT THE DEVASTATOR!! IT'S OVER!! IT'S OVER!!!
Referee: 1.........................2........................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mr.D.: RAGE WINS!!!! RAGE BEAT THE CHAMP!!!!
B.A.: MORE THAN THAT!!! STEVEN RAGE HAS JUST HANDED MAC TRUCK MALOY HIS FIRST LOSS IN THE EWA!!! STEVEN RAGE HAS DONE WHAT NOBODY HAS BEEN ABLE TO DO!!! AND YES.....RAGE HAS JUST DEFEATED THE EWA WORLD TITLE CHAMP BUT THE TITLE WASN'T ON THE LINE!!!!

( Rage rolls off of Truck and slides into a near corner breathing very heavily. Truck rolls over onto his stomach and manages to sit up on his knees as he hangs his head realizing what has just transpired. Truck crawls out of the ring and goes over to the time keeper and gets his belt and walks back to the ramp never lifting his head from the ground. Truck starts up the ramp as the replay of Rage pushing Truck out of the way and receiving a chair shot to the head plays over the Psychotron. Inside the ring Rage pulls himself up as he leans against the corner still trying to catch his breath. Truck stops as the replay shows again and lifts his head slightly to watch. The replay finishes as Truck does an about face and walks back to the ring. Mac slides into the ring under the ropes with his belt and lays it across his shoulders as he gets to his feet. Rage takes a step forward and the two lock eyes.)

B.A.: THIS MAY NOT BE OVER YET!!! TRUCK DOESN'T LOOK TO HAPPY!!! AND THEY ARE STARING A HOLE INTO EACH OTHER RIGHT NOW!!!
Mr.D.: THIS MAY BE TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS TONIGHT!! THEY MAY KILL EACH OTHER!!!

( The glares continues and then Truck takes a step forward until the two are nose to nose. Neither says a word as Truck reaches out and grabs the wrist of Rage. Truck flings Rages arm up in the air in victory, doing the job that Jack Cole still lays on the mat unable to signal the victor. Truck turns to the other side of the ring and repeats the arm raise again. The crowd shakes the Bateman Center with cheers as Truck turns to another side and raises Rage's arm one last time. Truck exits the ring and hangs his head again and walks up the ramp.)

B.A.: RAGE MAY NOT HAVE A FRIEND BUT HE DAMN SURE HAS MAC MALOY'S RESPECT!!! TRUCK MALOY RAISES STEVEN RAGE'S HAND IN VICTORY!!! WHAT A NIGHT IT'S BEEN BUT WE HAVE TO GO!!!! WE'LL SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!!!!

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