Fn'R/SNR 5/9/2008 CURITIBA, BRAZIL

[Michael Saint]

[glow=blue,2,300]Saturday Night Rush[/glow]

Hometown Match
Aaron Aguilera vs Shocker

Aaron and Shocker would begin slugging it out in the middle of the ring, before Shocker would shoot Aaron off to the ropes, on the return, both men would stop in the middle of the ring, before hitting the ropes and coming back at each other, colliding, but neither man giving an inch. They'd repeat this, but Aaron would duck, and then throw an elbow back into Shocker's back.

Aaron would then attempt to take him down with a Montezuma's Revenge, but Shocker would wiggle free and begin hitting Aaron with a series of punches. Aaron would then duck the last punch, spin Shocker around and hit the Montezuma's Revenge for the three-count.

Winner- Aaron Aguilera

[glow=blue,2,300]Rush Main Event[/glow]
Matt Matlock versus Laura

<"Whatever Gets You Through Today" by Radio starts up and at the beat at the 11-second mark a blast of purple and pink pyro goes off. Laura comes out from the back and after two seconds turns herself so as to face back and to the left of the entrance, her arms widespread, embracing the atmosphere an holds that pose while taking a few small steps towards the ring. She then does a clockwise turn to her right at the big beat at the 16-second mark, continuing to hold her arms widespread, and faces back and to the right of the entrance. Again, holding the pose she takes a few more small steps to the ring. After two more seconds, Laura turns and runs to the ring, her dive under the bottom rope to coincide with the big beat at the song's 21-second mark at which point she zooms over to the (from the view of the cameras) far right hand corner of the ring, where she hops on the middle rope and poses her arms in an "L" shape, taking in the crowd's reaction with a smile. After a few seconds she hops down and zooms to the corner directly diagonal and hops on the middle rope, again making an "L" with her arms, still carrying her smile. After three more seconds have passed, she hops down, landing on her left leg and does a 360-degree spin while pumping her right fist and letting out a small yell, before heading to her corner.>

Madden: There's that young spitfire Laura.

<"You know my name" by Chris Cornell plays, but Matt Matlock is unseen. His music starts and stops again, before Matt finally stumbles onto the stage, following close behind is El Chupacabra!>

Kahn: It's Chupa!

<Chupa leaps and knee lifts Matt in the back, sending him rolling down the ramp. Chupa follows closely behind, as Matt comes to rest at the bottom. Chupa then stomps on him, before lifting him up and rolling him into the ring.>

Madden: What is he doing this for?

<Matlock stumbles to his feet and Chupa lifts him up in a power bomb position, before lowering him into the GFY. Laura the approaches Chupa and he gives her a similar treatment. Lying side by side, Chupa covers them both and yells at the ref.>

Kahn: Chupa is ordering the ref to make the count!

<The ref hesitantly lowers down and counts:>

Ref: 1.......2.......3

<Chupa jumps up and begins celebrating.>

Winner- El Chupacabra

(Fade)

[Michael Saint]

(Open up in the parking lot. We see Jesse Nunez getting out of his car. Jesse starts to walk, but Chupa jumps him from behind. Chupa starts to lay into Jesse. Jesse sets up for The Resurrection, but Chupa rakes the eyes. Chupa with a boot a slams Jesse face first through his rental car weildsheild!!!!!!!!!! Chupa gets on the car and takes Jesse with him. Chupa sets up and Viral Driver Off the Car onto the concrete!!!!!!!!)

Chupa: You want to fuck with me little boy. This is not over between us. I just fucked you up kid.

(Fade to the ring for our opener!)

Opener
Dominik King versus Steel Morrigan

<Dominik King comes out the entrance ramp and stands at the top of the ramp staring into the crowd. He walks to the ring and maintains his focus on the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope of the ring and stands to his feet. He looks at the ref and than out into the crowd. He turns and watches the entrance ramp.>

Madden: Dominik King looks impressive tonight.

<The music kicks in with a "1..2...3..4!" Morrigan hops out to the music Trench coat on, though quickly coming off as makes a Bee line straight for the ring, running in time with the music, he slides himself into the ring almost sideways to stand up and dive onto his opponent with reckless abandon>

DING DING DING!!!

Kahn: Morrigan wasting no time getting this one started!

<Morrigan pounds on King for a few seconds, before King shoves him back, and then clothesline Morrigan right out of his boots.>

Madden: Somebody check his pulse! he might just be dead!

<King then slowly picks up Morrigan, and shoots him off to the ropes, Morrigan ducks King's clothesline And spins King around, but King kicks him in the stomach and drops him with a DDT out of nowhere.>

Kahn: That was a reversal to a reversal's reversal.

Madden: You're starting to sound like me.

Kahn: Dear God...

<King then picked him up once more, And shot him off into the corner, as Morrigan bounced out, King caught him with the Mark of Honor and went for a pin!>

Ref: 1....2....3!

Madden: That had to hurt!

Winner: Dominik King

(Fade to backstage where we see Saint enter the locker room of Level One.)

Level One: What the fuck is that man? You need to get some fucking control over your brother Saint. What he just did to Nunez was wrong.

Saint: I know man! I really can't control him now. He is in his own little world.

Level One: If you don't then I will

Saint: Good! That is why I am here. You and I may not be friends man, but I need your help. I need your help with Chupa and with Shadow Man. Beth is fucked up over losing a friend she is in no condition to fight Chupa. Hades can do it, but not alone. And Jesse well he is on his way to a hospital now. Shit went too fucking far.

Level One: Why?

Saint: I need your help. Ok do not make me beg. I can't offer you anything, but a handshake and to say that you have as much chance of winning at the ppv as Hades or Beth.

Level One: and Shadow?

Saint: If I have my way no. You three can fuck him up royally. The main event is not only a 4 Way. It is not only an elimination 4 Way. It is now an Elimination 4 Way Caged Heat Match. People are going to be caught on fire at that ppv and it better fucking be Shadow Man at one point.

Level One: Alright, but I warn you Saint. If you fuck me over I will kill. I will fucking end your life in front of each and every one of those fans.

(Commercial)

[Michael Saint]

Kahn: We’re going backstage now, where Ann Ouncer is with Crazyman.

Ann Ouncer stands next to Crazyman, who is in his ring gear and ready for his match against Kid Cannabis later tonight. They are in a quiet area backstage, standing in front of Lena Katina’s office.

Ann Ouncer: Thanks, Kahn! I’m here with Crazyman, who quite shortly will be facing HCW Champion Kid Cannabis in a non-title match. Crazyman, do you have anything you want to say before you go out there to face the HCW Champion?

Crazyman: All I can say is, someone has a pretty high opinion of himself. Like we needed the great HCW Champion to come and give a boost to our ratings. And lest he forget, no one forced him to fly across three continents to be here. Unlike those in the locker room, who have bled and sweated and enjoyed all the wonders of South American medical facilities for the last month, he chose to be here, so excuse me if I don’t sympathise with him because he’s suffering jet lag. I haven’t slept properly in three weeks, so it’s hard to feel bad for the man. All bullshit aside, if Kid Cannabis doesn’t know the difference between self-loathing and modesty, that’s not my problem. My record speaks for itself - I’m not the best out there, but I’m pretty damn good. My apologies for offering the man a God damn compliment and a few hard truths.

Ann: It sounds to me like you weren’t impressed by his promo on you.

Crazyman: What can I say, Ann? We’re all missing our girlfriends, but he’s the only one who can find his down the hall in the ladies locker room.

The door behind them opens, and out steps Amy Rosen. Crazyman glances at her before turning back.

Crazyman: Well, one of two.

Amy pulls out a thick black Magic Marker and marks two lines across the name “Katina” on the sign taped to the office door. Below the defaced surname she writes “Rosen”, underlining the word for added emphasis. Crazyman and Ann watch her, until Amy turns around and finally seems to notice them.

Amy Rosen: Hm?

Crazyman: What are you doing?

Amy Rosen: Oh, this? Marking my territory. What are you doing?

Crazyman points at the camera.

Crazyman: Take a wild guess.

Rosen steps forward and looks at the camera with a curious smile on her face.

Amy: How about that? I thought they tried to limit your appearances because they were bad for ratings?

Crazyman: And I thought you said you were going to beat my entire stable last week?

Amy raises an eyebrow.

Amy: Why you gotta bring that up, Crazyman. No hard feelings, buddy.

Crazyman: None at all, Dr Rosen.

Amy: Great. So, since there are no hard feelings, I wanted to ask - which shoulder would be better for carrying the Television Championship? I would wear it around my waist, but it clashes with everything. So, which did you always prefer - left or right? Or should I alternate, so that one doesn’t have to carry all the weight? I don’t want back problems, after all.

Crazyman: If you’re so worried about it, Amy, I’d be happy to take it back from you and save you the burden.

Amy: That’s very kind, Crazyman, but I don’t think so. I’ll survive.

Crazyman: You might survive. I can’t make any guarantees.

Amy: What’s that supposed to mean?

Crazyman: Title rematch is in a week, isn’t it?

Amy: Oh, so they told you, huh? Yeah, I think that worked out great, myself. What with that idiot Victor Hades screwing things up and losing that match on me, I’ve got to get the bad taste of defeat out of my mouth. What better way than to beat you again, and on Pay-Per-View too?

Crazyman: You could always try bleach.

Amy keeps smiling, but her eyes show her true feelings.

Amy: And you could always try winning a match that mattered, but I guess everybody’s got to face some obstacles in their life.

Crazyman coughs before tilting his head slightly in Rosen’s direction.

Crazyman: You know, Amy, I’m glad you’re getting a chance to defend the TV title tonight, because I’d hate to take it back without you knowing how it feels to be the conquering champ just once. And what with you coming off a loss, a strong win here would give you plenty of momentum going into Uncensored.

Amy: Let’s not forget, I wasn’t the one who got pinned last week.

Crazyman: And I wasn’t the one who pinned Victor. But it doesn’t change the fact that it’s a win in my record and a loss in yours. Make that two come next Sunday, and you won’t have anyone to blame but yourself then.

Amy frowns.

Amy: You’ve never pinned me, Crazyman, but I have pinned you. That’s another fact you can keep in mind when you walk down the ramp next Sunday.

Rosen turns on her heels and storms off, leaving Crazyman to watch her as she marches down the hall, a frown on his own face betraying a crabbed disposition.

(VP Saint walks in.)

Saint: I bet you want to really hurt her.

Crazyman: You have no idea.

Saint: Trust me. I do not have a problem with Amy other than her friendship with Chupa and Lena, but you do not have to worry about a pin at the ppv. You will be in the EWC Flaiming X Match. You can set her on fire or put her down for a ten count.

(Saint walks off as Crazyman looks on confused and we go to the ring.)

Non Title Match
Kid Cannibis vs Crazyman

The intro of Refused's "The Shape of Punk to Come" rings out over the PA. Flashes of light illuminate the arena as a plethora of weapons and foreign objects are thrown through the curtain and out onto the stage. As the rest of the band fall in onto the driving riff that powers the cacophonous song, a ball of fire explodes into the air and Crazyman bursts through the curtain wildeyed and raging. He stops for a moment to survey the scene in front of him, an arena of EWC fans baying for blood. He marches down to the ring, grabbing a weapon in each hand as he walks through the mess in front of him.

Announcer: The following match is scheduled for one fall! On his way to the ring, from Akron, Ohio, weighing in at 240lbs, Crazyman!

Upon reaching the ring, Crazyman launches the weapons over the top rope and rolls quickly inside. Slowly he gets to his feet, and paces the squared circle, head down, smacking his face to get his blood flowing. The referee starts kicking the weapons out of the ring, but Crazyman gets in his face, yelling at him to leave them where they are.

Kahn: Crazyman is being a little uncooperative tonight. This is not a hardcore match; those weapons can’t stay in the ring.

Madden: You can see the frustration and the anger in his eyes, Kahn! It looks to me like he wants to take some of that frustration out on his opponent.

The sounds of “Kryptonite” by Big Boi and the Purple Ribbon All Stars fill the arena, quickly followed by the cheers of the crowd as Kid Cannabis saunters onstage with the HCW Championship around his waist. He lifts his Ray bans from his eyes and grins at the fans going wild. After pausing for a moment, he makes his way casually down to the ring.

Announcer: And his opponent, hailing from Amsterdam in the Netherlands, and weighing in tonight at 220lbs. He is the current HCW Champion and the inventor of multiple orgasms, Kid Cannabis!

Kid Can hits the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, soaking in the adulation of the fans.

Kahn: Kid Cannabis is back on Friday Night Rampage!

Madden: And he looks happy to be here! But you know once that bell rings, he’ll be all business.

Kid Cannabis takes off the HCW Title and carefully hands it to a ringside attendant. The bell rings, and the two men don’t waste time. Crazyman charges forward and lands a stiff punch to the face; Kid Can answers back immediately with a shot of his own. The two go at each other with punches, forearms and chops until KC hits a right to the face that stuns Crazyman for a second. Cannabis goes on the offensive, forcing Crazyman into the ropes and whipping him across the ring before nailing him with a picture perfect dropkick on the way back. Kid Cannabis covers, trying to end it quickly!

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Kahn: Barely a two count for Kid Cannabis.

Madden: It’s going to take a lot to keep Crazyman down for the three, but so far Cannabis has done a good job of softening his opponent up.

Kid Cannabis lifts Crazyman up, receiving an elbow to the gut for his troubles. Now Crazyman is on the attack with forearm shots to the back and neck. He whips Cannabis into the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but Kid Can ducks. Crazyman goes for a hip toss as KC returns, but Kid Cannabis blocks it. The HCW Champion attempts a hip toss of his own, but Crazyman stops him with a boot to the stomach and a swinging neckbreaker. Crazyman doesn’t even go for a cover, jumping on top of Kid Cannabis and unloading with a barrage of punches. The referee tells him to open up his fists, but Crazyman shoves him away, throws a few more shots, then drops down. His hair is obstructing the view, but the screams of Kid Cannabis can only mean one thing.

Kahn: He’s biting him! Crazyman’s biting him!

Madden: He’s trying to rip his face off!

The referee physically pulls Crazyman off of Kid Cannabis. KC rolls away, clutching his forehead, but it doesn’t seem like there is any blood. Crazyman is up, snorting like a bull and bearing down on Kid Cannabis.

Crazyman: You’re real hardcore, huh? Huh?

Kid Cannabis is on his knees when Crazyman throws another vicious punch right to the face, trying to break his opponent’s nose. Kid Can weathers the storm, taking a half dozen brutal shots before hitting back with one of his own, then another, and another. Kid Cannabis climbs to his feet, knocking Crazyman back with stiff chops to the chest, before kicking him in the gut and levelling his opponent with a Russian leg sweep. KC wastes no time, jumping up, running towards the ropes, and springing back with an Asai moonsault that lands right on target for a cover!

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Kahn: There’s still life in Kid Cannabis yet!

Madden: Oh, he’s a stud all right. Neither of these men will just roll over and die!

Kid Cannabis gets to his feet, with Crazyman not far behind. The two men circle each other, then step forward. They lock up; Kid Cannabis twists Crazyman’s arm in a wristlock, but Crazy reverses and turns it into a hammerlock before catching KC in a waistlock and taking him down to the canvas. He floats over into a front facelock, but Kid Cannabis forces his way out, locking on an armbar and wrenching back on the hold.

Kahn: Looks like the pace has slowed down and we’re going to see some actual wrestling.

Madden: Wait a second, when did Crazyman learn to wrestle?

Kahn: Well, he’s always been quite technically sound.

Barry Brown: Someone call me?

Madden: Weren’t you fired?

Back in the ring, Crazyman has rolled over and is now on his feet. He rakes the eyes of Kid Cannabis and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Can reverses. Kid Cannabis lowers his head for a back body drop, but did so too soon. Crazyman punts him right in the face! Can staggers back into the ropes. Crazyman charges forward and sends Kid Cannabis over the top rope with a clothesline, his momentum sending both men to the floor!

Kahn: Both men hit the ground hard!

Madden: Well, I hope they make it back in the ring, no one wants a double count out here!

Crazyman is first to his feet. He grabs Kid Cannabis and whips him towards the steel steps, but again Can reverses, and Crazyman slams into the steel. Crazyman gets to his knees and is using the steps to get back up and Kid Cannabis nails him from behind with a running dropkick to the head, smashing Crazyman’s face against the steps! Kid Cannabis rolls into the ring and back out to break the referee’s ten count, and returns to find that he has opened up a big gash on the forehead of his opponent.

Kahn: Crazyman is busted wide open!

Madden: He’s bleeding like a stuffed pig, Kahn!

Blood is pouring out of the wound on Crazyman’s face, and Kid Cannabis quickly takes advantage, booting his opponent in the head. He picks up a groggy Crazyman, leads him over to the announce table, and slams his head repeatedly against the wood.

Kid Cannabis: You want hardcore? You’ve got it!

Crazyman slumps to the ground as Kid Cannabis rolls back into the ring to once again break the ten count. He returns to Crazyman, who is now on his knees, looking to continue his assault. But Crazyman drives his fist into the HCW Champions stomach and lands a few hard chops to the chest as he gets to his feet, before drilling Kid Cannabis with a snap suplex. Kid Can groans and holds his back as now Crazyman breaks up the count.

Kahn: The referee has to get these men back in the ring before things get any more out of hand!

Madden: Time to get out of here, Kahn, Crazyman’s coming our way!

Crazyman rips the monitors off the announce table. He grabs Kid Cannabis, knocks him a few forearms to the head, and rolls him onto the table before climbing up himself. The referee has jumped out of the ring and is yelling at Crazyman to get down and bring the fight back between the ropes. While Crazyman is distracted, Kid Cannabis is able to blindside him with a few forearms of his own. The two men are now trading blows on the announce table as the crowd goes wild! Both men are swinging for the fences, until Crazyman goes low with a hard kick. He doesn’t waste any time, spiking Kid Cannabis with stump piledriver on the table! There’s a crack of wood, but the table doesn’t break! Kid Cannabis falls off the announce table, with Crazyman not far behind.

Kahn: Piledriver on the announce table!

Madden: And the table didn’t break! Kid Cannabis will be lucky if he doesn’t have a broken neck!

Kahn: The referee should disqualify Crazyman right now!

Crazyman drags a limp Kid Cannabis back to the ring and rolls him under the bottom rope. He slides in himself and walks slowly around the ring, rubbing the blood out of his eyes and flicking the drops to the ground. Kid Cannabis still hasn’t moved, so Crazyman walks over to him, bends down and starts to slap his face. He stands back up and turns around, shrugging to the crowd and grinning a malevolent smile. But behind him, Kid Cannabis has kipped up to his feet, and he’s also smiling! Crazyman turns back and is met with chop to the chest, followed by another, and a third, before Kid Cannabis springs off the ropes and hit’s a flying forearm smash that sends Crazyman careering across the ring. He lands against the opposite ring ropes, and his arms get tangled in the top and middle ropes!

Kahn: Crazyman is in a bad situation!

Madden: And Kid Cannabis is smiling, but I don’t like the looks of that smile!

Crazyman struggles but can’t get out of the ropes. Kid Cannabis stamps his foot against the canvas twice, runs forward, and nails Crazyman right in the chin with the Purple Haze! The force of the superkick sends Crazyman up and out of the ring, hitting the floor hard!

Kahn: Crazyman just got a hit of the Purple Haze, and we‘re not talking about Hendrix!

Crazyman tries to stand up, but immediately collapses in a heap. Inside the ring, Kid Cannabis soaks up the adulation of the crowd. With the help of the ring apron, Crazyman gets to a vertical base and staggers around on the floor, trying to shake out the cobwebs. But he gave Kid Cannabis too much time to attack. The HCW Champion doesn’t even need the ropes for momentum; he simply runs full steam across the ring and leaps right over the top rope, slamming into Crazyman with a suicide dive that leaves them both sprawled out on the floor!

Madden: Well, that just about does it.

Kahn: It’s hard to believe the lengths these two men will go to, but then there’s pride on the line, and that’s enough for both of them.

The referee begins his ten count.

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Crazyman and Kid Cannabis both roll back into the ring. KC is up first and goes right back on the offensive, forcing Crazyman back into a corner. Kid Cannabis jumps up onto the bottom turnbuckles and starts driving his fist into the face of his opponent, opening up the gash on Crazyman’s face even more. Punch after punch rains down on Crazyman until he hits Kid Cannabis with a low blow. He lifts the HCW Champion, runs forward and plants him with a spinebuster! In one motion, Crazyman is back on his feet and is holding Can’s legs in the figure four position. He turns Cannabis over onto his stomach and wrenches back on the Texas Cloverleaf!

Kahn: The Texas Cloverleaf! Kid Cannabis is in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go!

Madden: Crazyman wants to snap his spine in half!

Kid Cannabis yells out in pain as Crazyman releases a primal scream, blood streaming down his face. KC is slamming his fists against the canvas but he shakes his head repeatedly, refusing to give up. He claws at the canvas, using all of his strength to pull himself across the ring. With so much blood lost, Crazyman is losing the battle of wills; there isn’t enough strength in his body to hold Can in place. Kid Cannabis moves slowly, closer and closer to the ropes. In a final burst of energy, he lunges forward, wrapping a hand firmly around the bottom rope. Crazyman releases Can’s legs and falls to a knee.

Kahn: Kid Cannabis is in a lot of pain, but Crazyman is running on empty.

Madden: Both men came out hard, and now they’re feeling it.

Crazyman picks up Kid Cannabis and headbutts him right in the face, some of his own blood landing on KC. There’s nothing pretty about his offence - punches and kicks, forcing Kid Can into the corner. Crazyman unleashes several knife edge chops, breathing heavily as he tries to keep up the attack. He attempts am Irish whip, but Can puts the breaks on. Kid Cannabis kicks Crazyman in the gut and grabs him by the head. He calls for The Chronic! Kid Can hits the turnbuckles and flies off, only for Crazyman to shove him off. Kid Cannabis hits the canvas hard, pain shooting up his spine!

Crazyman senses his opportunity. He pulls himself up to the top turnbuckle, raises an arm into the air, and leaps off.

He nails the Elbow Drop! Crazyman manages to drape an arm over the body of Kid Cannabis!

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Announcer: Here is your winner - Crazyman!

Kahn: Crazyman wins the match, but at what cost?

Madden: This has been a pier six brawl, Kahn, and both men will feel it in the morning!

(Commercial)

[Michael Saint]

(Open in a hallway where we see Angel. Michael Saint walks up.)

Saint: We need to talk.

Angel: I have no reason to speak to you Michael.

Saint: Please listen to me Angel.

Angel: No you listen to me. You screwed a lot of things for a lot of people. You let your brother come into EWC knowing his personality. You helped for FEAR. You messed around with Shadow Man. You have fucked up my life.

Saint: You do not think I know that Angel.

Angel: You are the reason FORCE is gone. I hold you responsible. I thought we were friends, but I guess not. Friends do not do that to people.

Saint: I was in a different state of mind then. I am sorry. I feel really bad about it.

Angel: You should. Now get away from me.

Saint: Please listen to me. I need your help Angel.

Angel: You only come to Angel when you need something.

Saint: You need me just as much as I need you.

Angel: Whatever

Saint: You want to take on Shadow Man and Chupa all alone that is fine by me. I am here to offer you a truce. Myself and FEAR will not mess in your business if you help us get rid of those two men.

Angel: Why should I?

Saint: Think back Angel. Haydenism was the high point in your career. You were the dominant TV Champ when you were with us. You stick with me you will be back up there. I guarantee it. Come on Angel you are sister to me. I messed up, but I have changed I will not do that to you again.

Angel: Fine I will be here for you and your group if you need me. Do not mess with me though Michael I do not have time for you anymore.

(Chupa enters)

Chupa: How sweet the broken man going back to those he hurt for help and then they accept him back. It is like a movie.

Saint: What do you want?

Chupa: To tell you my match for Uncensored.

Saint: Go ahead.

Chupa: Well since it looks like Jesse is going to be busy for a while why not your little buddy over there Angel.

Angel: I accept.

Chupa: We can have a Bed of Weapons Match.

Saint: What the hell?

Chupa: I have unfinished business with her Michael this will finish it. To sweeten the deal if Angel can beat me she can have my half of the Tag Team Titles.

(Chupa leaves and we fade)

TV Title Match
Jason Carpenter vs ]

As Becoming The Bull hits. Jason waits behind the stage, waiting for the song to really kick it into gear. As the guitar riffs start to wail, Jason walks out on stage. He raises his arms out to the crowd, and points toward the ring, as he does, the ramp down to the stage erupts in flame.

The fire dies down, and small puffs of flame escape all over the stage, Jason begins to walk down the ramp, He high fives a few fans as he goes down. He hops up the stairs to the ring, and points up to the second floor as he enters. Once in the rings, he walks around for a bit before, smiling and getting down on his knees. Jason bows before the crowd, before sliding out to await his opponent.

She Blinded Me With SCIENCE!

Amy Rosen strolls casually out from behind the curtain and out onto the stage. Amy looks up into the lights with her eyes closed as if she expects the crowd to begin throwing roses at her feet. When she looks down and sees nothing there, she just sort of shrugs and strolls inattentively down to the ring.

SCIENCE!

There is an explosion of pyros, which you wouldn’t know by looking at Amy, who seems as if she hadn’t even noticed, before walking up the steels steps and getting into the ring. Amy looks around as if finally realizing where she is, and finally prepares herself for the match

( The bell rings and the two particpants shake hands in the center of the ring before going to a corner.
They each come out and lock up. Carpenter with a go behind into a hammerlock, but Amy gets out of it by
hitting two back elbows. Amy hits the ropes and comes back with a shoulder block that knocks down Carpenter.Carpenter pops right up, hits the ropes, and takes Amy down with a shoulder block. The two get nose to nose and Carpenter decks Amy. Genocide mounts Amy and begins to pound on his head. Carpenter gets up drops an elbow and covers Amy 1..2...kickout!. Carpenter picks up Amy, snapmares her over, and kicks her right between the shoulder blades. Carpenter gets himself situated on Amy and locks him in a Full Nelson in the Camel Clutch position. )

Khan : Carpenter is relentless. He picks out a body part and works on it.

Madden: It is like a shark who smells blood.

( Carpenter continues to work over Amy's back, but she refuses to give it up. Carpenter finally lets the hold
go and then drops an elbow onto the back of Amy Cover 1..2..kickout. Carpenter gets pissed and covers Amy again 1..2..another kickout. Carpenter once again with a cover 1..2..kickout. Carpenter goes to the top rope as Amy gets to her feet. Carpenter leaps off and Amy catches him in the gut with a fist on the way down that causes Carpenter to totally do a front flip. Amy hits the ropes and when Carpenter stands up Amy takes him down with a clothesline. Carpenter up again and Amy hits another clothesline. Carpenter up and Amy dropkicks him over the top rope to the outside. Amy hits the ropes and comes back with a suicide dive onto Carpenter. Amy picks up Carpenter who goes to punch her. Amy blocks and hits a forearm, before jumping from the floor to the apron, and then doing a moonsault off the apron onto Carpenter. )

Khan: Amy is awesome.

Madden: She is so athletic no wonder the people love her.

( Amy throws Carpenter into the ring, gets on the apron, and hits a slingshot spinning splash onto him for a cover
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Khan : They are both out.

Madden: This match is great. Not a violent insane one a wrestling match which is what this is all about.


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Khan: So close John Madden

Madden: Amy almost beat him.

( Amy and Carpenter each try to get up, but Carpenter is using the ropes to assist him. Amy grabs Carpenter and whips him to the ropes, but Carpenter reverses into a short arm clothesline. Carpenter grabs Amy and whips her to the ropes. As Amy comes back Carpenter goes for a backdrop, but Amy kicks him. Carpenter comes back with a boot of his own and German Suplex Amy get dropped on the top of her head that was sick!!!! Cover
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Khan: Great god

Madden: She kicked out.

( Carpenter is in shock and he goes to pick up Amy. Carpenter sets up for And Justice For All, but Amy back drops him off the top rope. Amy with The Annihilatrix!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Winner and STILL TV CHAMPION: ]
(Commercial)

[Michael Saint]

[glow=limegreen,2,300]Barbwire Steel Cage[/glow]
Vs

The silence of the crowd stirs around the atmosphere of the arena as it suddenly becomes disturbed by the sound of a horrific and deafening scream, a white mist begins to seep through from the ramp way, its swirling life source, only to cast itself lovingly into the air and towards the stage. The fans emptied eyes catch sight of the furious flickering of a large and diminishing light that seated itself comfortably above the ring, those emptied eyes only to catch sight of all the others that seemed to be following the same cruel fate as the first…short breaks of life and death emerge between each and every one of them as it spreads thoughtlessly across the arena. The crowd looks on worried, each and every face being filled with simple fear as their hearts beat rhythmically with the flickering lights of death… a sickening blue light only to swoon over the crowd. Just as any search light does when picking sight of its criminal… another one only to follow it in its quest. The two vibrant blue lights only to stop their search and cast a bright blue spotlight onto the center stage, meanwhile the scream begins to die out carefully. Suddenly a large circle of fire arises in a quick counter-clockwise motion, before exploding upwards as a tall dark figure appears within the center of the flames. Followed just seconds later by the pounding beats of "Digging up the Corpses" by DevilDriver blares across the helpless PA system. The delicate ears of the worried audience only to be crushed with pain as it drums through thoroughly...
A masculine figure being recognized as the arena’s lights begins to fade into a dull dim… allowing the enticed eyes of the audience to rest upon his face, a tiny vulgar smirk placed firmly upon his cold pink lips as his intense white-out eyes survey the sea of fans…
The blazing lights only to revive slowly as it beams down upon the man that stands confidentially in place before casually strolling down the ramp, a dark trenchcoat clinging securely to his frame buttoned down the center of his torso. Measuring each step as if every inch closer towards the ring sent a chill down the audience’s spine, while his arms dangling freely at each side. As he swayed them carefully moving along stepping over the black mats, before taking a sudden step placing his right knee onto the apron, tugging himself up as he grasped the middle rope pulling his weight onto the apron. Stepping into the ring as the silence remained throughout the arena, as he carefully motions towards the center of the ring. Standing motionless as he brings his hands chest-level, while in a prayer palms pressed and fingertips parallel vertically. Silently muttering words to himself before snapping his head back as his dredlocks fly from his face, within that moment all four turnbuckle posts are lit up by the explosive pyrotechnics as they erupt. He then lowers his arms and calmly exhales turning to the stage awaiting his opponent…

Put You On Game- By Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system, as Level-One steps up on-top of the ramp. Red smoke swirls beneath him, and a string of red and blue pyro shoots up into the air as he raises his hands.

Mean Gene: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 262 pounds, Level-One!!!

Level-One slowly begins to walk down the ramp, being booed loudly by the crowd. Level-One stops before eyeing down a fan with a Shadow Man poster. He grabs the poster, before ripping it right into the fans face. Level-One turns, before heading up onto the apron. He climbs the turn-buckle, before throwing his hands in-front of his waist, signaling for the belt. He’s eyes shining with a burning color of red. He hops off the turn-buckle landing the ring,

(The bell rings and the two men stare at the ominous structure that they have allowed themselves to be locked inside of. They stare at one another before coming to blows. Hades gets the upperhand and kicks Level One in the face. Hades off the ropes and goes for a yakuza kick, but Level One ducks out of the way and then takes him over with a hurricanranna. Level One right away runs for the cage door, but Hades is able to reach out and grab a foot. Level One trips and the door is shut. Hades drags Level One over. The two men are to their feet. Level One goes for an enugiri, but Hades spins the other leg of Level One at the same time. Hades picks up Level One and goes for another dragon screw, but this time Level One is able to connect with that enzugiri)

Khan: These two going all out.

Madden: No shock got to get that momentum for the ppv.

(The two men back to their feet. Battling for it all. Level One has the advantage this time it seems, but Hades with a low kick on Level One and a set up. Hades goes for a powerbomb, but Level One grabs the cage and he is unable to get him down. Hades lets go as Level One starts to climb up the cage. Hades hits Level One from behind. Hades starts to climb the cage with Level One. Hades wraps L1’s arms into the ropes rushes the ropes on the other side bouncing off and coming back while diving through the air for a Stinger Splash, L1 meanwhile untangles himself at the last second sending Hades into the barbed wire on top of the cage. )

Khan: You know I am not sure what is more insane. The athleticism of Hades or the fact that he just jumped onto fucking barbwire.

Madden: This tells shows me I should never lose weight, because athleticism is dangerous.

(Hades hits the mat a blood cut up mess as Level One looks down at him mouth agape. Level One looks over at the door and starts to walk over cockily. Level One starts to get out when Hades grabs his foot again. Level One starts to kick Hades arm, but he refuses to let go. Hades is getting closer and Level One kicks him in the face. Both men are standing up. Hades whips Level One to the far corner. Hades charges and gets a boot. Level One violently slams his head and chest into the padding Hades gets free as Level One climbs once more.. Hades rushing L1 grabs him by the back of the neck diving into the cage with a Silent Night (Reverse STK) into the barbed wire on the cage!! )

Khan: Level One into the barbwire.

Madden: See Athleticism is dangerous for your opponents too.

(Hades yells to the back and out comes Beth Harte and Angel. Level One is to his feet and each woman throws a chair wrapped in barbwire to one of the men. The two men each charge and miss. They each start swinging and hitting chairs. Level One with a kick to the gut and waffles Hades with a shot. A second and Hades is on a knee. Level One starts up the cage, but Hades grabs him by the foot. Hades starts to climb up again. Both are brawling at the top of the cage while barely maintaining their own balance, V hits a Spinning three-quarter facelock reverse DDT onto usually a pile of thumbtacks off the cage onto the two chairs wrapped in barbed wire.)

Khan: Something different from Hades

Madden: Effective though. Chairs are better than tacks any day.

(Hades is somehow up and starts to go to the door. Hades stops about half way out and looks back at Level One. Hades shakes his head no and walks back.)

Khan: What is he doing?

Madden: It is time to put the exclamation point on this one my friend. Impact before the biggest match of his career.

(Hades sets up for the Closed Casket, but Level One gets out. Level One leaps on the cage and starts to go up it. Hades is not far behind. The two men start to trade punches on the cage. Level One goes for a kick, but gets his foot caught in the barbwire. L1 struggling while dangling dangerously high. L1 uses his body strength to swing his legs up and headscissors Victor from the top of the cage all the way down to the canvas!)

Khan: Christ!

Madden: He is dead!

(Level One is up and kicks Hades who starts to move. Level One screams a four letter word at the top of his lungs. Level One yells to the back and out comes Cameron Hayden? Hayden throws a bag into the cage to Level One. Level One reaches into the bag and pulls it out.)

Madden: Oh my god! The most feared weapon in EWC history. It is evil. It is sadistic! It is

Khan: It is a fucking toaster!

Madden: You just don't get it Khan.

( Level One looks at the toaster then at Hayden. Hayden yells some instructions and Level One shrugs his shoulders. Hades gets up and Level One charges with the toaster. Hades ducks. Hades with a boot. Hades has the toaster and nails Level One in the head with it. Level One stumbles back and Hades with a fastball using the toaster as the ball. Level One is hit between the eyes and falls out the cage door!!!!!!!)

Khan: What the fuck just happened?

Madden: History repeated itself!

Winner:

(Level One stands up confused as he is declared the winner and we fade out.)