FN'R/SNR Charlotte, NC - 6/13/08

[Michael Saint]

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

Hometown Match
Kevin Steen and El Generico vs Ruckus and Jigsaw

This would be a good match. Back and forth style. The finish would come when Steen planted Ruckus with A Package Piledriver.

[glow=blue,2,300]Rush Main Event[/glow]
Kevin Kaos vs Jacob Irons

This match would not really happen. El Chupacabra would come out and destroy each man before the match could happen.

No Contest

[Michael Saint]

Put You On Game- By Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system, as Level-One steps up on-top of the ramp, with Michael Saint following close behind. Red smoke swirls beneath him, and a string of red and blue pyro shoots up into the air he raises both of his titles high in the air. Level-One looks over to Saint, who grabs hold of his tag-team title, and carries it down to the ring for him.

Mean Gene: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, Michael Saint! And From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 262 pounds, he is the current 1/2 of the Tag-Team Champions, and the current World Heavyweight Champion...Level-One!!!

Level-One with the world heavyweight title slowly walks down to the ramp, before coming across a fan. Both Level-One & the fan share a few words back and forth, Michael Saint steps in-between the two, before Saint quickly slaps the fan across the face, and scoots away. Level-One laughs, before hoping up onto the ring apron, and slipping through the ropes. Michael Saint follows suite, climbing up the stair case instead.

Level-One in the middle of the ring, tells the stage hand to go grab him a
microphone, and soon receives one. Level-One stands in the middle of the ring, with Michael Saint close behind. Michael Saint passes the tag-team belt to Level-One, who slings that over his other shoulder.

Level-One: Ladies and gentlemen, or should I say, idiots alike! I am Level-One your world heavyweight champion, and one half tag-team champion. Accompanied by the one and only, Michael Saint who provides you idiots with entertainment on a weekly bases by running this show. I on the other hand, I bust my ass on a nightly bases and all you idiots can do, is chew on your pop-corn, and clap for me a bit? Get your fat-asses out of your seats, and give me—give US! The round of applause we both deserve!

(Level-One extends his hands out wide, as the crowd boos both Level-One & Michael Saint out of the building. Michael Saint nods his head in disgust, but Level-One however shrugs it off, before padding his World Heavyweight championship proudly)

Level-One: You know what? Boo all you want. Because if both you and your opinions mattered; I wouldn’t be where I am in this company. You do know where I stand right? The top of the food chain, I am the top dog. When I kick sand, it goes nowhere but down, straight into the eyes—you call the rampage roster.

You guys don’t like seeing me, or Saint run around here calling the shots. Well, to be honest; that’s too bad. Because until someone throws us off, we are not going anywhere. And once you take a look at the roster, which besides Amy Rosen—even stands the slightest chance of defeating me?

(The fans begin to chant ‘’Shadow Man’’ over and over, as it echo’s through the building. Saint casually strokes his chin, as Level-One looks over to him. Michael Saint & Level-One stare at each-other emotionless, before breaking out into laughter. The fans begin to boo, by such disrespect)

Shadow Man? That’s who will beat me? The last time I checked, fuck nuts—Shadow Man was RETIRED because I beat him into it. Shadow Man isn’t coming back, if he’s a man of his words…

…Wait, in the case. Maybe there is hope of him coming back?

But it doesn’t matter. Shadow Man’s era is done and over with. And until you fans wake up and take note to that—you’re never going to enjoy this show again. Because you are all too ignorant to see, I am just as good as Shadow Man. Hell, I am better than Shadow Man.

(The fans boo, and start a ‘’You Suck’’ chant. Level-One and Saint simply shrug it off, and continue to rile up the crowd)

And now, who’s next. El Chupacabra? That man doesn’t even deserve to share the same ring with me, and he knows it. So what does he do? He takes me out, after the match. Blind-sides me like the chump he is. He couldn’t take me out face to face, looking into my eyes—because he knew, I’d break his hand before he could even swing at me.

You attacked me, and than issued some type of match request. You think that’s enough? You think that’s enough to get me to accept your challenge? No, El chupacabra. I’m more mature than that. You’re going to have to hit me, with something a lot harder than a cheap shot to get me to budge.

(Michael Saint steps in, and calls for the microphone. Level-One hands it over, as Michael Saint talks over the array of boos)

Michael Saint: Level, you are a man of great respect. And I know you don’t want to fight, El chupacabra. I know my brother has done nothing as of late to deserve to share the same ring with you; but as a request. As a test of friend ship and respect, I ask you to accept his challenge.

(Level-One’s eye brows shoot up in the air, as he shakes his head. Michael Saint pleads with Level-One, by telling him to wait a second and hear him out)

Michael Saint: Level, El chupacabra put me into retirement! I’ve been seeking out some revenge since then, and this is the perfect opportunity for you to exact some revenge on my brother. I want you to beat it into him; I want you to show him and the rest of the world, that we are not the men to be messed with in this federation.

…So will you accept his challenge?

(Level-One stops, and looks around as the fans begin to chant ‘’Do it’’. Level-One looks cautiously around the ring, before sighing deeply. Level-One extends a hand, and Michael Saint quickly accepts. Level-One grabs hold of the microphone, as he tilts his head towards the ramp)

You know, Saint. I have been waiting for this rematch for quite awhile. El chupacabra still holds a victory over my head, when he pinned DJ Jones in a pathetic triple threat match. But unlike our first encounter. El chupacabra won’t have the easy way out. No, because you talked me into accepting this challenge, this time?

…He’s being screwed by the odd man out.

(Michael Saint smiles, as he hold Level-One’s hands in the air, and the crowd breaks out into a loud chorus of boos. Level-One hoists the World Heavyweight Championship, while Saint holds up Level-One’s tag-title. Will ‘’The One Franchise’’ ever be stopped?)

[Michael Saint]

Opener
Serial Killer vs Domminik King

This would be a good match. Killer would start off with an advantage hitting a stiff clothesline. Killer would work over the body of King with a bunch of stomps that had King looking in a bad way. Killer would pick up King who was playing possum. King would roll up Killer and get a two count nearly getting a pin early on. King would start on his offense by slamming Killer around the mat like he was nothing before hitting a big elbow drop for a two count. Killer would be realing for a bit before hitting a low blow to even things up. Killer would shove the ref on his butt for getting in his face and take him out of the match. With the ref down Killer would go to the outside and get a few weapons. Killer would lay into King with his little toys to get back a big time advantrage over his opponent.

The finish of this one would come when Killer went for a DDT, but King reversed into The Mark Of Honor for a pin fall!

Winner: Domminik King

(Open in the office of Michael Saint)

Saint: Angel, Maddog, and Jesse. I am depending on you three. I see three great talents that can go far. This is the start of it all for you three. You wint his tournament and I know your futures will be very bright. Title shots can come your way.

(Commercial)

Crazyman and Rorschach sit in a locker room backstage. Crazyman is in his street clothes; Rorschach, as ever, is clad in his shirt and trousers, his jacket and hat still on.

Crazyman: It’s true what they say, you know - the more things change, the more they stay the same. He we are, two factions, each powerful, each ready to tear the other limb from limb. And here’s Na Fianna, right between the two of them. Yep, some things never change around here. But you see, I’ve been looking at this whole situation, and I don’t think it’s all that bad - for us, at least.

You see, while everyone else might be worried about another war, I see nothing but an opportunity. And though you might not care about it, I think you do, too.

Crazyman leans back.

Crazyman: It’s just a damn shame Dominik’s not gonna be here for the fight, you know? But we can’t stand around idly and let this whole thing go off without us, can we?

Rorschach turns his head to his cousin, but says nothing.

Crazyman: Of course not. But the question is, whose banner do we stand under? History is written by the winners, cousin, and I intend to write a history of my own. I don’t wanna get caught on the wrong side, and neither do you. So maybe we play this smart for now.

Crazyman pauses and laughs quietly to himself.

Crazyman: Shit. We’ll just have to play it our way.

He slowly stands up.

Crazyman: Come on, let’s go congratulate Dominik.

Rorschach rises and they walk out of the locker room.

(Fade to the ring.)

Trios Tournament Round 1 Match
Saint's Angels (Jesse Nunez, Angel, and Maddog) vs Barry Brown, Laura,and Jason Taylor

This match would be short and sweet. The members of Saint's Angels would just dominant the other three opponents. Jesse Nunez would show a drive that was crazy. Jesse would pin Laura for the win in this match.

Winners: Saint's Angels

Post Match Jesse would make a motion around his waist and say "US Title"

(Open in the office of Saint yet again.)

Chupa: So is there a reason why I do not know my opponent tonight?

Saint: You know your opponent. You will take on a man you trained. You will take on Gabreal Martin. So there is a chance that you won't make it to Scars and Stripes. He could end your career tonight brother.

Chupa: I do not see my friend in Gabe. I see a man blinded by your words. Gabe needs to have his eyes opened tonight and I will do that to him my way.

[Michael Saint]

I Quit Match
Gabreal Martin vs El Chupacabra

( The bell rings and the two men go to the center of the ring. Chupa kicks Gabe in the gut and goes to give him a suplex, but Gabe reverses it into a suplex of his own. Gabe hits the ropes and comes back with a leg drop. Gabe picks up Chupa and gives him a big running powerslam. Gabe goes out and gets a chair from ringside. Gabe is in the ring with chair in hand and as Chupa stands up Gabe nails him in the head with the chair. Gabe puts the chair onto the head of Chupa, Gabe hits the ropes, and comes back with another leg drop onto the chair onto the skull of Chupa! )

Khan: Damn

Madden: That had to hurt.

( Gabe goes to the outside and gets a mic. )

Gabreal: Say it!

Chupa : No!

( Gabe smashes the mic into the bloody head of Chupa. Gabe picks up Chupa and gives him a big boot to the face. Gabe grabs the chair again, Chupa is up, Gabe swings at him with the chair, Chupa ducks under, and as Gabe turns around Chupa Superkicks the chair into his face busting him wide open. Chupa place the chair on the head of Gabe, Chupa goes to the outside, grabs another chair, goes to the top turnbuckle, and jumps off with a modified elbow drop with one chair smashing it into the other chair and into the face of Gabe! )

Khan: Oh My God!

Madden: You showing remorse for Gabreal Martin?

Khan: He is human you know.

( Chuap grabs the mic. )

Chupa : Say it! Say it now!

Gabe: Up yours Chupa!

( Chupa sets the two chair upright, whips Gabe to the turnbuckle, and sets him up to superplex him onto the two chair, but Gabe blocks and chokeslams him off the top rope onto the two chairs causing them to be bent and warped. Chupa lets out a blood kirtling scream and arches his back in pain. Gabe grabs the mic. )

Gabe: Say it you bastard!

Chupa : Never!

Khan: God Chupa. How can you go on?

Madden: He will not give up ever.

( Gabe kicks Chupa in the face and grabs one of the bent chairs. He throws the chair down near a turnbuckle. Gabe whips Chupa to the same turnbuckle, sets him up, and Super Inverted Brainbuster off the top onto the chairs!)

Khan: He has to give up

( Gabe grabs a mic )

Gabe: Say it now Chupa!

Chupa : I won't never fuck you Gabe!

( Gabe slams Chupa to the mat. Gabe goes outside, gets a table from under the ring, sets it up close to the ring, goes back in, picks up Chupa, sets him up, and powerbombs him over the top rope through the table on the outside! Gabe grabs the mic again )

Gabe: Say it! Say it son of a bitch!

Chupa : Your going to have to kill me first!

Khan: God Chupa! What are you saying! I know you have your pride, but good god use your brains. Just give up no one would think less of you for it.

Madden: Chupa has never gave up. He has too much drive. This means too much to him.

( Both men are up Gabe picks up Chupa and attempts to lawn dart him into a ringpost, but Chupa wiggles free and shoves Gabe into the turnbuckle. Gabe is hunched over with his head up against the steel ringpost. Chupa grabs a chair, rears back, and sends it crashing into the head of Gabe sandwhiching Gabe's head in between the chair and the steel ringpost! )

Khan: Holy shit! Chupa could have killed him.

Madden: Its drive.

Khan: Is it really worth all this?

( Chupa grabs a mic )

Chupa : You self serving bastard. You want to get rid of me. This is my life. Now it is my turn! SAY YOU QUIT!

Gabe: FUCK YOU!

( Chupa gets under the ring and pulls out a board with C4 on it. Gabe is up and kicks Chupa in the gut. Gabe sets up Chupa for a powerbomb, but Chupa reverses into a DDT onto the C4 which explodes on impact! )

Khan: Good God!

Madden: They are dead both of them.

( The ref walks over with the mic )

Ref : What you say Gabe?

Gabe: No!

Ref : Chupa... Chupa what you say?

Chupa : Go to hell!

( Both men are up and fight up the entrance ramp. Chupa kicks Gabe in the gut and throws him off the ramp to the concrete below. Chupa back up about ten feet, gets a running start, and leaps off the ramp onto Gabe! )

Madden: I can't believe I am saying this but, OH MY GOD!

Khan: You took the words out of my mouth.

( The ref gets down where the two men are and Chupa takes the mic from him. )

Chupa( breathing heavily ) : Say it! Say it now you son of a bitch!

Gabe: Screw you Chupa!

( Chupa goes to pick up Gabe and gets a low blow! Gabe grabs Chupa on his shoulders and carries him to the ring. Gabe grabs some barbed wire. Gabe throws the barbed wire down, whips Chupa to the ropes, and on his way back gives him a spinebuster onto the barbed wire! Gabe grabs a mic )

Gabe: DO IT! QUIT ASSHOLE!

Chupa : Kiss my ass!

( Gabe picks up Chupa and starts screaming at him into the mic )

Gabe: COME ON CHUPA! JUST FUCKING SAY IT! QUIT AND DIE!

( Chupa throws Gabe's hands out and hits him with a Superkick out of nowhere! Both men lie on the canvas out cold.)

Khan: This is quite possibly the most violent thing I have ever seen in my life.

Madden: One can only imagine the pain these two are in right now.

( Both men are up. Gabe swings at Chupa, who ducks under, scoops up Gabe, and hits a Unholy Driver onto the barbed wire! Chupa gets the mic again. )

Chupa : Quit God Damnnit!

Gabe: Never!

(Chupa nails Gabe in the head with the mic before getting out the ring. Chupa gets under the ring and pulls out a rope that has been tied into a noose.)

Khan: What is he going to do with that?

Madden: House work?

(Chupa ties the noose around the neck of Gabe as he picks him up to his feet. Chupa throws Gabe over the top rope and pulls back on the rope.)

Khan: Damn!

Madden: That might be more over the top than I would have thought.

(Chupa wraps his legs around the torso of Gabe as he pulls back on the ropes and the ref gets out of the ring. Gabe is turning not giving up, but he is turning blue as he slips to unconsciousness. The ref checks Gabe's arm and calls for the bell. Chupa lets the rope go and Gabe falls to the floor.)

Winner: El Chupacabra!

(commercial)

[Michael Saint]

Level One Vs Amy Rosen

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.

Ann Ouncer: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, from New York City, New York, and weighing in tonight at 125lbs, Amy Rosen!

Amy looks around as if finally realizing where she is, and finally prepares herself for the match, waiting for Level-One to make his entrance.

Kahn: Could this be a prelude to the main event match at Night of Champions this year?

Madden: Perhaps, if World Champion Level-One can get past El Chupacabra. But I’m sure he’s happy to get some time in the ring with Dr. Rosen.

“Put You On Game” by Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system, as Level-One steps up onto 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.

Ann Ouncer: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by EWC Vice President Michael Saint, hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! He weighs in at 262 pounds and is the current EWC World Champion, 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 poster reading “You screwed Shadow Man.” He grabs the poster, before ripping it right into the fan’s face as Saint laughs behind him. Level-One turns, before heading up onto the apron. He climbs the turnbuckle, before throwing his hands in-front of his waist, pulling off the title belt in one swift motion, and holding it high above his head. His eyes are shining with a burning color of red. He hops off the turnbuckle, landing the ring.

Kahn: Why is Michael Saint down here?

Madden: Why shouldn’t he be? He’s the Vice President of the company!

Kahn: As long as he’s here to watch and not interfere, I don’t have a problem with it.

Madden: You should trust the guy who signs your cheques a little more, Kahn.

The referee calls for the bell. Amy Rosen and Level-One walk around the ring, trading barbs. Michael Saint yells something at Amy at ringside. She turns and tells Saint to talk to the hand, and Level-One rushes forward. But Amy is quick enough to see the attack. She sidesteps and catches Level-One with a few hard jabs to the face, before landing three swift kicks to the side of his left leg and dropkicking him in the knee. Level falls forward and rolls over to the ropes. The referee holds Rosen back as Level climbs back to his feet, rubbing his knee and cursing under his breath.

Kahn: Looks like Rosen already has a game plan in mind.

Madden: No doubt about that. Level is more than twice her weight, so Amy has to keep moving, attack the leg, and slow him right down.

Level moves forward and Amy is waiting with a kick to the stomach, a shuffle side kick, and another kick to the leg. She attempts a dropkick, but Level pushes her feet away, and when Amy gets back up, he almost takes her head off with a clothesline. Saint slaps the apron in approval.

Kahn: Amy almost landed on the back of her neck from the force of that clothesline!

Madden: All I can say is, better her than me!

Level-One covers, hoping to end it quickly.

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Amy kicks out. Level wastes no time, getting back to his feet and stomping with all his might on the face and chest of his opponent, before dropping a leg across her neck. He picks Amy up and whips her into the corner. Amy slams back first into the turnbuckles and the momentum pushes her forward again, only for Level to grab her by the hand and whip her into the far corner. Again she hits the turnbuckles with a sickening slam. Refusing to give into the pain, she steps forward again. Level whips her towards the corner a third time, but Amy leaps onto the top turnbuckle and jumps back, turning in mid air, before catch Level’s head and planting him with a DDT! She makes a cover.

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Level kicks out.

Kahn: Amy Rosen uses her impressive athletic ability to catch Level with a DDT out of nowhere! Just like that, the momentum shifts!

Madden: But Level was able to kick out. Amy’s gotta get back on him!

Rosen stands up, stretching her back and rolling her neck. Level is on his hands and knees, and Amy nails him with a field goal kick right to the face! The force of the impact snaps Level’s head back and leaves him leaning back on his knees, so Amy hits him with a vicious buzzsaw kick that makes the entire crowd go “Ooooh!” Level-One is swaying, but still on his knees, so Amy bounces off the ropes and finishes him off with a running dropkick to the face! Level is laid out on the canvas as Amy climbs the turnbuckles of the nearest corner.

Michael Saint is screaming at Level-One to get up, but Level is dazed and confused. Saint turns his attention to Rosen, jumping up on the apron. The referee moves forward to get him back down and Rosen hurls insults at him. The referee finally manages to push Saint off of the ring apron. Amy leaps off the top with a moonsault stomp, but Level has gotten his bearings back, and he moves just in the nick of time! Amy lands on her feet and she rushes him, but Level catches her and flapjacks her onto the ring ropes! Amy stumbles back, clutching her throat, and Level knocks her silly with a big boot to the back of the head!

Kahn: Rosen is down!

Madden: This is has been a nasty little brawl so far, Kahn, and I expect it’s only gonna get nastier!

Level drags Amy to the side of the ring and drapes her neck over the bottom rope before placing his foot on the back of her head. He pushes down, choking Amy, who kicks and tries to push him off. The referee counts 1... 2... 3... 4... Level finally steps off and Rosen lies on the ground, rubbing her neck and throat. With the help of the ring ropes she climbs to her feet, only for Level-One to clothesline her over the top and to the outside. He raises his fists in the air and the crowd boos loudly before he makes for the outside, but the referee tries to hold him back. Level starts arguing with him, and while the ref’s back is turned Saint lands kicks and punches on the fallen Amy Rosen.

Kahn: Oh, come on, ref! Michael Saint is pummelling Amy Rosen! This isn’t right!

Madden: Don’t blame Michael Saint or Level-One because Amy didn’t bring any back-up.

Kahn: She shouldn’t need back-up! This should be a fair fight!

Saint grabs Amy by the hair and starts pulling her up, but Amy hits him with a low blow! Saint drops to his knees and Amy makes her way back to the ring. Level-One, seeing what has happened, runs forward and grabs Amy by the hair, pulling her up onto the ring apron. But Amy clutches Level’s head and drops back to the ground, snapping her opponent’s head against the ropes. Level stumbles back as Amy climbs back up, jumps onto the top rope and springboards off for a perfect hurricanrana! Level clambers back to his feet, only to get dropped by a headscissors takeover! Level grabs the ropes and pulls himself up, turning around in time for Rosen to catch him in a rolling leglock! Level yells in pain and struggles furiously, but Amy wrenches back on the hold and gets an even tighter grip!

With his size advantage, Level-One is able to drag them both across the ring, but every time he does so, it just adds more pressure to his knee and ankle. As he struggles, Amy Rosen simply leans back with a look of satisfaction as she tries to tear the ligaments in half. With a primal scream, Level makes one last push, and wraps his fingers around the bottom rope.

Kahn: Level-One manages to reach the bottom rope and break the hold, but at what price?

Amy gets to her feet, and her target is obvious now. She lands soccer kicks right to the twisted knee of Level-One as he tries to roll away. Eventually he rolls out of the ring and walks gingerly on his hurt leg, trying to walk off the pain. Amy doesn’t want to give him a chance for rest. Looking to finish Level off, she climbs up the turnbuckles and leaps towards him for a crossbody. Level manages to catch her and uses Amy’s own momentum to drive her to the floor with a powerslam!

Kahn: Good God, what impact!

Madden: The sickening thud of spine meeting floor, and the floor always wins!

Level stands back up, then pulls Amy to her feet. He spins her around and nails her with a German suplex right on the floor! The crowd react with horror as Amy stops moving, but anyone can see that Level is smiling sadistically under his mask. He grabs Amy’s hair and drags her back up, before throwing her limp body back in the ring. He pulls her into the centre of the ring, picks her up, and powerbombs her with as much force as he can muster. He stands up and motions the belt around his waist.

Level-One: That’s why I’m the champ!

The crowd boo as Level places a single foot on his opponent’s chest.

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Amy gets a shoulder up! Neither Level-One nor Micheal Saint can believe it! Level angrily grabs Rosen and lifts her up before hoisting her onto his shoulders. He screams and goes for the Darknes Shine, but Amy reverses into a DDT!

Kahn: Rosen’s still got plenty of fight in her! This match could go either way!

Amy crawls across the ring to the nearest corner. She pulls herself to her feet as Level-One starts to stand back up. Level looks towards the corner to see Amy leaning against the ropes on her left elbow, her right hand on her hip. Though she is shaky, she is still standing, and she looks unimpressed with Level’s performance, raising an eyebrow as if to say, “That all you got?”

Level is furious, and he runs forward, but Amy is quick to take him out with a spinning heel kick! Level is flat on his back as Amy bounces off the ropes and nails him with a handspring splash! She taunts him to get back to his feet, then almost takes his head off with a super kick when he does!

Kahn: Amy Rosen is on fire!

Madden And she’s not done yet!

Amy climbs up the turnbuckles and leaps off, moving gracefully through the air and landing a sky twister press on the prone body of Level-One! The champ is in trouble; he wills himself back to his knees…

Eureka!

Kahn: My God! The Eureka finds its target!

Madden: The Five Moves of Lesbian Doom, Kahn! This match is over!

Amy Rosen makes the cover as the referee counts!

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Michael Saint pulls the referee out of the ring! The crowd boo as Saint argues with the ref. Amy is on her feet and yelling at the referee to get back in, so she doesn’t notice when Jesse Nunez runs down the ramp and enters the ring! Amy turns around and takes a boot to the gut, before Jesse lifts her up and nails her with the Resurrection! He drags Level-One over onto Amy for the pin!

Kahn: No, not this way!

Nunez jumps out of the ring as the referee climbs back in. He counts the pin!

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Kick out by Rosen! Saint is fuming. He picks up a microphone at ringside.

Michael Saint: As Vice-President of the EWC, I have decided that this is now a No Disqualification match!

Kahn: What!? Can he do that?

Madden: I guess so!

Saint throws a chair into the ring and screams at Level-One to finish her off. Level picks up the chair and moves towards Amy, still lying on the ground, but the referee pulls the chair out of his hands - regardless of what the VP has said, he knows this is just cheating. The two men argue in the ring as Amy Rosen staggers back to her feet. She tries to catch Level off guard with a spinning wheel kick, but the World Champion ducks. Amy crashes into the referee, slamming the chair against his face!

Kahn: The referee is down, and Amy Rosen is outnumbered three to one!

Saint orders Jesse back into the ring, and both he and Level-One start wailing on Amy with forearms and fists, before whipping her across the ring and dropping her with a double clothesline. Nunez picks her up and locks Rosen in a full nelson. Level picks up the chair and takes aim before running forward and swinging the chair like a baseball bat. But Amy slips out of the full nelson, and Level only ends up hitting Nunez in the face! Jesse goes down hard! Amy kips up and knocks Level down to the canvas with an enziguiri!

Saint has had enough - he rolls into the ring and attacks Rosen while her back is turned. He picks her up for The Franchiser when Beth Harte and El Chupacabra charge down the ramp and into the ring. Chupa decks Saint with a clothesline, before he and Beth double team him with stomps to the body and head. Level-One is back up and goes to the rescue, lifting Beth up for the Darkness Shine. Harte elbows her way out and slips behind Level, nailing him with a reverse DDT!

Kahn: This is madness!

Madden: And it’s only gonna get madder!

Maddog and Angel are already sliding into the ring. Maddog goes right after El Chupacabra as Angel sets her sights on Beth Harte. The two women brawl to the outside as Maddog pummels Chupa in the corner. Nunez is back up and joins Maddog in beating Chupa in the corner, while Level-One and Saint work over Amy Rosen.

Kahn: This is turning into a massacre!

Madden: No doubt about it, El Chupacabra just doesn’t have the numbers to win this battle, but Saint does.

Angel is beating Beth around the ring with forearms to the face. They reach the announce table, and Angel smashes Beth’s face against it. She grabs a monitor and swings at Harte, but the US Champion ducks. She kicks Angel in the gut and nails her with a suplex on the floor!

Chupa rallies back, throwing fists left and right before knocking Jesse Nunez out of the ring with a dropkick. Beth rolls Angel onto the announce table and climbs up onto the ring apron, then up to the top turnbuckle.

Kahn: What is she doing?

Madden: Get out of the way!

Beth leaps off… HARTE ATTACK THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!! Beth climbs out of the wreckage and slowly gets back to her feet, only to taste a forearm from Jesse Nunez, who throws her back into the ring.

Maddog and El Chupacabra are rolling across the ring, throwing whatever shots they can before falling to the outside. Both men stand up, and Maddog turns around to see Chupa running towards him. Yakuza kick sends Maddog down! Chupa climbs back into the ring, staggering over to where Level-One is holding Amy Rosen. Michael Saint is shouting abuse at her as well as hitting her with hard forearm shots. He turns around just in time for Chupa to lift him up and drive him to the ring with a brainbuster! Level-One lets go of Amy, who drags herself across the ring until she manages to pull herself back up, and immediately attacks Chupa. The two men go toe to toe, neither gaining an advantage until Level ducks a punch by Chupa. El Chupacabra spins around, and Level-One grabs his opportunity, planting Chupa with the Level Advance!

Meanwhile, Jesse Nunez is manhandling Beth Harte. He scoop slams Beth to the mat before picking her up and whipping her across the ring. He bends for a back body drop, but Beth rolls over his back and lands on her feet! Jesse turns around and eats a spinning wheel kick from Beth, while Amy Rosen attacks him from behind with a leg sweep!

Kahn: The old Total Elimination! I haven’t seen that for a while!

Madden: Don‘t we pay a security company? Where are they? This brawl’s been going on for five minutes!

Amy intends to put Jesse away with an Asai moonsault, but she didn’t figure that Angel would be back on her feet. As Rosen hits the ropes, Angel lamps her with a chair to the face. Amy drops to the canvas like a sack of potatoes as Angel and Maddog climb back into the ring. Saint is back on his feet too, and he orders the wrestlers around the ring as they start beating on Chupa, Beth and Amy with relish.

Kahn: They’re fighting hard, but the numbers are too many!

Madden: Outnumbered and outgunned! Oh Jesus, look who’s coming down the ramp!

Crazyman and Rorschach casually make their way down the entrance ramp and roll into the ring, Crazyman with a chair in his hand. The wrestlers stop and wait for Na Fianna to make a move. Crazyman raises the chair high above his head… and brings it down across the face of El Chupacabra! Beth Harte breaks free of Maddog and Angel and rushes across the ring, only to taste a big boot from Rorschach. Rorschach picks Harte up and lifts her above his head before throwing her out of the ring. Saint laughs as Crazyman grabs Amy Rosen by the hair, kicks her in the stomach, and then nails her with a stump piledriver on the chair!

Kahn: Oh my God! Are you telling me that Na Fianna are working with Michael Saint!?

Madden: Can’t blame ‘em for making the smart move!

Saint is still laughing and applauds the two men. Crazyman picks up his chair and holds it above his head with one hand as the crowd boo. He begins to laugh too… before he swings the chair and wraps it around Michael Saint’s head!

The fight starts up again as Rorschach boots Maddog over the top rope and out of the ring. Jesse Nunez hits him with forearms to the back, but Rorschach straightens up, turns around and grabs Nunez by the throat before slamming him to the canvas with a two-handed choke slam. Crazyman runs towards Angel, but she makes a tactical retreat with Michael Saint to the safety of ringside. Soon the only people standing are Rorschach, Crazyman and Level-One. Crazyman turns to Level-One and smiles.

Crazyman: I’m going to enjoy this!

Level-One shouts an insult and staggers forward. The two men viciously punch and kick each other, Level-One’s fatigue causing him to lose the battle of wills. Crazyman whips Level-One towards Rorschach. In one movement, Rorschach picks Level off the ground and positions him for the sitdown tombstone, before nailing it perfectly!

Rorschach lays Level in the centre of the ring before walking around the ropes, keeping anyone from interfering. Crazyman picks up the chair and climbs the turnbuckles. He looks out at the crowd with that twisted smile of his before he jumps off, finding his target with a top rope Arabian face buster!

Kahn: Oh my God! Level-One is f’n dead!

Level-One convulses in the centre of the ring as Crazyman gets back to his feet. He and Rorschach climb out of the ring, paying no attention to the wrestlers on either side of them, and start making their way back up the ramp.

Kahn: What was that about? Whose side are Na Fianna on?

Madden: As far as I can see, their own.

The referee, having been knocked out cold, is finally starting to come back to his senses. He pulls himself up to find that Level-One and Amy Rosen are lying motionless in the ring, and over half a dozen bruised and bloodied wrestlers are standing at ringside.

Madden: Oh, look who came back from the land of Nod!

After perhaps half a minute, Level and Amy begin to stir. Rosen, lying near the ropes, uses them to climb back to a vertical base. Level-One has nothing but his willpower to pick himself up with, but he fights the pain and gets to his hands and knees. He leans back, only for Amy to run towards him with everything she’s got.

Kahn: EUREKA!

But no! Level-One ducks just in time and has Amy Rosen in a fireman’s carry. He struggles to his feet. Darkness Shine connects! Level drapes an arm over his opponent. The referee makes his count.

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WINNER: Level-One

Level tries to get to his feet, but can only crawl across the ring, grabbing his title from an attendant and clutching it to his chest. Security floods the ringside area in an attempt to stop another brawl and we fade out on the scene