FN'R/SNR Manchester, NH - 6/20/2008

[Michael Saint]

Hometown Match
Jay Briscoe vs Tyler Black

The match would start off with Briscoe slapping Black across the face and talking down his opponent. Black would respond by tackling Jay and unleashing a flurry of punches. Jay would reach his legs up and push Tyler back into a pin, but Black would kick out at two.

Briscoe would attack Black with a flurry of punches and kicks for several minutes, even testing the referee's ten count on the outside several different times. Black would quickly change the momentum and pace of the match with an STO on Jay. He would work jay over for several minutes before ending the match with a God's Last Gift.

[glow=blue,2,300]Rush Main Event[/glow]

Daniel Cage vs Le Torche

<"Ride of the Valkyries" hits the pa and green pyro shoots down from the ceiling in a wall you see a man jump through the wall of green pyro and as his feet hit the ground the pyro turns white and he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring.>

Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, Le Torche!

<"Coming Undone" by Korn begins to play as Daniel Cage makes his way down to the ring.>

Ring Announcer: And his opponent, from Memphis, Tennessee, Daniel Cage!

Kahn: This looks to be an impressive match between two new talents here in the EWC.

Madden: I'm so excited!

DING! DING! DING!

<The two wrestlers square off, before Cage drops low and takes Torche's leg out from under him, and then stomps on him a couple times. Torche rolls to the outside quickly to regain his balance.>

Kahn: Toorche looking to make a quick exit to recover.

<The big man Cage runs and dives over onto Torche, both men crashing to the floor.>

Madden: He might be hurt.

Kahn: Ya think?

<Cage lifts up Torche, but he gouges Cage in the eyes, and then makes a run for the ramp.>

Kahn: Looks like Le Torche is heading for higher ground. And the ref's count is already at 8 for both men.

<Cage, still holding his hands to his eyes, slides into the ring. Le Torche walks back behind the curtains, unable to take the quick beating Cage had put on him.>

Madden: Looks like Le Torche got scared, Kahn.

<The ref's count reaches 10.>

DING! DING! DING!

Ring Announcer: Your winner by countout... Daniel Cage

[Michael Saint]

The lights in the arena go out as the intro to Pulse of the Maggots begins to play

"This is the year where hope fails you
The test subjects run the experiments
And the bastards you know, is the hero you hate
But cohesing is possible if we strive
Theres no reason, theres no lesson
No time like the present, telling you right now
What have you got to lose, what have you got to lose
Except your soul...who's with us!"

BANG

Pyro explodes as El Chupacabra comes to the ring. Chupa grabs a mic

Chupa: Whats up whats up?

(cheers)

Chupa: Yo I have been a relatively quiet guy and let my actions speak first as of late, but I need to speak my mind for a bit. You all think I am going to come out here and run my mouth. That I am going to tell you all about how at Scars and Stripes I am finally going to become World Champion.

(Cheers)

Chupa: How I am going to take that little prick Level One and beat some respect and common sense into his fucking skull.

(cheers)

Chupa: Where all that is very true it is not why I am out here right now. I am here to celebrate and congratulate our World Champion.

(booing)

Chupa: You see Scars and Stripes is held on July 27th this year and that is something special for me and our World Champion. You see two week before that day on July 13th Level One will be celebrating our one year anniversary.

(Chupa acts like he will "cry)

Chupa: You see it was July 13th of the year 2007 that I had another title match with Level One. On that night I was champion and Level One was one of two challengers. On that night I overcame the odds and I won that match. I walked in champion and walked out champion.

(cheers)

Chupa: So I am going to give you this one thing Level One. Our rolls may have changed one year later kid, but the end result will be the same. I will be walking out as Champion while you are left with nothing more than a few scars and one hell of a medical bill. You see....................

(Put You On Game- By Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system, as Level-One steps up on-top of the ramp, with Saint following close behind. Level-One microphone in hand, cuts off El Chupacabra, the crowd booing in response)

Level-One: …Look at you. What a pathetic man you are. You leeched off Shadow Man, as your tag-team-partner, and now you’re doing the same to me. Well, I’m sick of it! You never beat me, El Chupacabra. You broke the weak link that was DJ Jones! And while you walked out the winner on that night—I’ve been a bigger winner since.

You see while you’ve been running around with your little injuries, x-division and tag-team championships. I’ve been main-eventing. And look at me now? I’m world heavyweight champion. I did something you couldn’t do…beat Shadow Man!

And so now you feel like, you deserve a title shot? If it wasn’t for Saint wanting me to kick the shit out of you, at S&S, you wouldn’t even be a contender for this title! You’d be doing what you’ve done since you came back. Beating up jobbers, and reminding us all about the time, you ‘’beat’’ me in a match—because that’s about the only glorious thing you can claim, in your lackluster career.

But you know what? Fuck, S&S. I’m going to kick your ass right now!

(Level One starts to walk up the ramp)

Saint: Woah Woah Woah Level One. This you do not want to give these bastards something for free that they will have to pay for in a month. That is not how we roll. We are not TNA and we are not WWE. This is EWC and if we have a ppv quality Main Event you better damn sure know that it will be on PPV and the people will have to pay for it.

(The crowd boos, as Level-One nods his head in agreement with what saint had to say)

Saint: Besides you two gentlemen have a Tag Team Championship defense next week............That is if my brother can make it to next week.

(Barry Brown, Laura, and Jason Taylor appear from the backstage area, as the begin to file down the ramp, Level-One excitingly cheers them on)

Saint: You see Level One he has a 3 on 1 Handicap Match

(Saint looks at his watch, as Barry, Laura, and Jason Taylor all make their way to the ring, stopping just out-side)

Saint: Right about now…

(Saint laughs, before pretending to ponder a thought)

Saint: Oh and I forgot to mention… This match is not only elimination style it is also No DQ.

(Laura and Jason stand on the floor as Barry gets on the apron. Chupa comes over and knocks Barry off. Barry lands on his feet. Chupa to the top rope and hits a flying crossbody as the ref runs to the ring. Chupa picks up Laura as the ref calls for the bell. Boot to the gut by Chupa and GFY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chupa with a cover

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(Level-One is seen on the ramp, exploding in frustration, as he kicks and punches a nearby ring barrier in anger)

Laura is eliminated! Barry Brown in the ring. Barry misses a clothesline and Dead on Arrival!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Level-One: No! What are you idiots doing! Get him, it’s 3 on 1! You useless pieces of shit!

(Level-One cannot bare to watch anymore, as he begins to make his way down the ramp, stopping just out-side of the ring)

Barry Brown is eliminated. Jason Taylor off the top and misses. Chupa grabs Jason and locks in The Chupacabra Lock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Level-One shouts at Jason to break it out of it. El Chupacabra stares directly at Level-One which seems to hold him at bay. Jason struggles and screams out in pain, as El Chupacabra, tears his body apart with the submission maneuver)

Level-One: Jason, don’t you tap! Don’t you tap motherfucker! Don’t do it, damn it!

(Jason taps, and El Chupacabra immediately gets to his feet, charging at Level-One, but Michael Saint pulls him from behind, forcing Level-One to retreat up the ramp. Level-One is screaming at El chupacabra, who simply laughs, and picks up the microphone)

El Chupacabra: I guess that means, we’ll be seeing each-other next week?

El Chupacabra laughs, before raising his arms in celebration. Michael Saint continues to pull the World Champion up at the ramp.

Khan: Looks like things didn’t work out too great for ‘’The one Franchise’’ tonight!

*Commerical*

[Michael Saint]

Crazyman and Rorschach enter the office of Michael Saint. Saint is sitting at a desk with Level-One standing to one side of him, leaning up against the wall with the World Championship draped over his shoulder.

Crazyman: You wanted to see us about something?

Saint: You know damn well what I want to see you about. You and your cousin here got involved in something that was none of your business.

Crazyman: Maybe we wanted to make it our business.

Saint: You want to cross swords with me, Crazyman? Because you should know right now, that’s not a fight you can win.

Crazyman: Are we supposed to be intimidated by you and your little paper champion?

Level-One: What the hell did you just call me?

Crazyman: I called you a paper champion. You should try listening more carefully.

Level-One: You son of a bitch…

Level steps forward, but Saint raises a hand to stop him.

Saint: Forget it, Level, he’s just trying to provoke you. You have bigger fish to fry. Let me take care of this.

Level and Crazyman trade dirty looks, as Saint steps up in-front of Crazy Man, with Level-One standing behind him.

Saint: OK, Crazyman. So what’s going on here? Are you siding with El Chupacabra?

Crazyman: Maybe. Maybe not. That all depends.

Saint: Depends on what?

Crazyman: Depends on what you can offer us to side with you.

Saint pauses for a moment, before breaking out into a fit of laughter.

Saint: Excuse me? Why the hell should I offer you anything? Do you see the people I have working for me?

Crazyman: What, two has-beens and a chick who can’t go anymore? Real impressive.

Saint: I could crush my brother like that…

Level-One: Has been!? I’m world champion, damn it!

Saint clicks his fingers.

Saint: …but why should I, when Level-One can do it live on Pay-Per-View?

Crazyman: It’s true, right now you hold all the cards. You’ve got the power, and you’ve got the bigger numbers. But Na Fianna is offering its services to the highest bidder, and if Chupa makes us an offer we can’t refuse… well, that evens things up considerably, doesn’t it?

Saint: After what you did to my brother and his crew last week, I’d be surprised if he wanted anything to do with you.

Crazyman: Perhaps. Perhaps we’ll go and find out.

Crazyman and Rorschach turn before pushing past Michael Saints shoulders, and then out the door, slamming it behind. Michael Saint turns his head to Level-One, before shrugging his shoulders. Level-One sticks his hands in his pockets, while Saint looks on.

Saint: …So how much do you got?

Level-One: I got $10 dollars, and 22 cents…Canadian.

Singles Match
Angel vs Serial Killer

Angel v Serial Killer

Ding! Ding!

Serial Killer runs at Angel who ducks under his clothesline attempt, and sends him crashing into the turnbuckle and bouncing back into the near center of the ring. Angel leaps up to the top turnbuckle, only to have her foot slip out from underneath her sending her crashing head first on the mat in a heap. Serial Killer grabs her ankles right after and tugs her out of the ropes and goes for the cover.

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Ding! Ding!

Winner: Serial Killer

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El Chupacabra is pacing up and down the hallway with Beth Harte nearby. Occasionally he stops and the two friends talk to each other, but their voices are too low to make out what they are saying. Crazyman saunters up to the pair with a cheery demeanour, Rorschach not far behind.

Crazyman: Hey Chupa!

El Chupacabra turns to Crazyman, and in a flash has him pinned against the wall, Chupa’s hands around his neck. Crazyman’s expression doesn’t change, and Rorschach doesn’t move.

Crazyman: How are you?

El Chupacabra: You son of a bitch!

Crazyman: What, what did I do? Oh, right, last week.

El Chupacabra: You think you’re funny, you piece of shit?

Crazyman: No, I think George Carlin is funny. I also think you should get your God damn hands off me.

El Chupacabra slowly releases his grip and takes a step back.

Crazyman: By the way, how’s your head?

El Chupacabra: It was better before you smashed a chair over it. What the hell do you want?

Crazyman: I’m here to tell you exactly what I told Michael Saint about a half hour ago. Na Fianna have been watching this little spat between you two, and we want in.

El Chupacabra: Oh, so when my brother told you to go to hell, you figured you’d try your luck with us?

Crazyman: Hell no. I have certain issues with your friend Dr Rosen and with your lapdog over there.

Beth Harte: You shut your mouth, Crazyman! The last thing I need to hear is your bull.

Crazyman: It doesn’t change the fact, however, that while Saint has the numbers, you have the talent. But talent doesn’t mean a thing if he has two guys for every one of yours.

El Chupacabra: So you want to work together?

Crazyman: They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. You and I both know who my greatest enemy is in this company. He’s someone you’re facing soon for the World title.

El Chupacabra: Well, if you want a piece of Level-One…

Crazyman: If I want that son of a bitch, I can get him any time I want. No, right now, my cousin and I are just interested in business.

El Chupacabra: Business?

Crazyman: Think of us as guns for hire. If you’re interested, you can make us an offer. If you don’t think you need us, that’s cool. But we’re not about to sit back and watch all you assholes run roughshod over Rampage. We will be involved, one way or another.

El Chupacabra: Is that everything you wanted to say?

Crazyman: Yes.

El Chupacabra: Good. Now get out of here.

Crazyman: I have a match to prepare for, anyway. Have a good night, you two.

Na Fianna head back down the hall. Chupa turns to Beth, who looks agitated as she watches them leave.

Beth Harte: What do you want to do about those two?

El Chupacabra: We have a lot on our plate right now; there’s no point worrying too much about Na Fianna. But we’ll keep an eye on them. They have something planned, that I know.

(Commercial)

Singles Match
Jesse Nunez vs Jacob Irons

Word life--this is Basic Thugonomics
Word life--I'm untouchable but I'm forcin' you to feel me

People watching at home see Jesse's titantron playing on their screen for a few moments. Then it returns to the stage area and Jesse is standing there looking down at his feet with his forearms crossed in front of him. He stands there for a few moments as then Jesse lifts his head up and gives a smirk as he then puts his arms in the air doing the “Word Life” hands as the fans give a mix reaction…

…But from behind comes Jacobs the Apostle Iron’s! Jacob nails Jesse Nunez in the back of the head with a hard forearm shot, before wiping him back-first into the ring barriers! Jacob Irons taunts to the crowd, before charging forward for a splash, but Nunez avoids it! Jacobs comes crashing stomach first onto the ring, barrier knocking the air out of him in the process.

Khan: Jacobs tried to pull the advantage with a sneak attack over Nunez, but it looks like it’s back fired here.

Jesse Nunez stumbles away, and takes the chance to go on the attack. Nunez grabs hold of the barrier, before planting hard kicks into the chest of Jacob Irons, kicking the air out of his lungs. Jesse Nunez, than smashes his fist into the face of Irons, trying to split him open.

Nunez grabs hold of Irons by his head, before pulling him back, and than forward, sending Iron’s neck whip-lashing against the barricade! The impact sends Irons to the floor, holding his neck in extreme pain.

CROWD: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Madden: Jesse Nunez may have just broke Iron’s neck out here tonight!

Nunez grabs hold of Jacob Iron's, by clenching his arms tight around his torso. Nunez uses his strength to throw Jacob over his shoulders, hitting a perfect belly to belly suplex! The force sends Jacob smashing back first against the ramp, with an earth shattering impact, as Jacob cries out in pain.

Nunez showing no remorse doesn’t even stop to think about what he’s doing. Nunez lifts Jacobs back to his feet before dragging him towards the ring. Jesse Nunez grabs hold of Jacobs face, and smashes it straight into the steel post! Jacob’s eyes roll to the back of his head, and a cut is seen on his forehead. Jacobs collapse in a heap, to the aw of the crowd.

Khan: What has gotten into, Nunez? He’s physically dissecting his competition, for no apparent reason!

Madden: The reason is real simple, Khan. Nunez is out here to send a message.

Jacobs isn’t moving, but Jesse Nunez doesn’t seem to care, as he picks him back up once more. Nunez lifts his dead-weight onto the apron, before using his feet to kick the rest of Jacobs into the ring. Jesse Nunez moves Jacobs in the middle of the ring, before taunting the crowd with the ‘’you can’t see me’’ wave.

Madden: You know what’s coming!

Jesse bounces off the ropes then goes towards Jesse and gets a foot away. Jesse then dirts off his shoulder then with a close fist, Jesse falls towards Jacob dropping the first straight into the face…Thug KoneXion!

Jesse Nunez doesn’t stop there. Jesse Nunez grabs Jacobs by the hand, before lifting him up onto his shoulders! Jesse Nunez throws Jacob over his shoulder, hitting him with The Resurrection!

Khan: It’s over, folks!

Jesse Nunez laughs, as Jacobs Irons lies knocked out in the middle of the ring. Nunez puts his hands in-front of his waist, signaling for a championship. Jesse goes towards Jacobs Irons legs, grabbing hold of his left one. Jesse puts it in between his own legs while falling on top of Jacob Irons. With his arms he reaches over and puts his arms under Jacob’s chin and locks in the PHX!

Khan: Jesus Christ! This is over-kill!

Jesse Nunez pulls back and the hold with all his power, yelling to Jacob for him to tap out. Jacob Irons however; is knocked out cold. Jesse Nunez physically stretches Jacob’s body in two, until the ref calls for the bell. Jesse Nunez however; continues to hold in the maneuver, as the ref calls for back up!

Winner by knock-out: Jesse Nunez!

Madden: Jesse Nunez, is really putting the rampage roster on notice with this one!

Security comes rushing down to the ring, before tackling Nunez to the mat. EMT’S soon follow the security suit, before loading Iron’s onto a stretcher, as the fans watch on in disbelief. Jesse Nunez fights security, but he’s out numbered, as they hold him to the ground, until rampage takes a commercial break.

[Michael Saint]

(Open backstage where we see Angel lying on the floor and Haven's Outlaw enters)

Outlaw: Hey there champ you alright?

Angel: Yeah I will be fine. I hit the mat hard and it all went black for 10 seconds. Only reason lost that match.

Outlaw: You can still compete next week right?

Angel: Yeah, but what is so important about next week?

Outlaw: I just spoke to Lena Katina and she said we get our Tag Title rematch next week.

Angel: That is awesome about damn time.

( Fade)

Singles Match
Maddog vs Amy Rosen

(Open in the ring where we see Maddog)

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, waiting for her opponent to make their entrance.

( The bell rings and we are under way. Amy and Maddog have a stare down mid ring sizing one another up. Maddog goes for a slap to Amy, but his hand is caught. Amy rears back and gives Maddog a hard right hand. Maddog is holding his chin and Amy takes him down with a clothesline. Amy drops a knee to the head of Maddog and a cover
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kickout. Both are up and Maddog goes for a scoop slam, but Amy gets out and gives him a back suplex. Amy picks up Maddog and slams him down to the mat with a thud )

Madden: Maddo is just not into it tonight

Khan: I know it is odd

( Both are up and Amy goes for a dropkick, but Maddog catches her into a side slam. Maddog with a
standing splash and a cover
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kickout. Amy is up and Maddog goes for a clothesline, but Amy blocks. Amy with a DDT set up, but Maddog reverses into a release northern lights suplex. Maddog hits the ropes and goes for a jumping elbow, but Amy rolls out of the way. Maddog gets to a knee before Amy dropkicks him in the face. Amy with a cover
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kickout. Amy goes up top and leaps off with a big splash, but Maddog gets his knees up. Both are up and Maddog takes over Amy with a vertical suplex. )

Madden: Maddog making a come back here.

Khan: It is shaping up to be a good match.

( Maddog goes to lock Amy in a camel clutch, but Amy wiggles out of it. Both are up and Amy with a stiff clothesline to Maddog. Maddog is up on wobbly legs when Amy goes and spikes his head the mat with a hard DDT. Cover
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kickout by Maddog. Amy is in shock that she has not put Maddog away yet. )

Khan: Maddog is putting up a fight.

Maddog: Amy should not under estimate him. Maddog can be tough when he wants to be.

( Amy goes to pick up Maddog, but Maddog throws away Amy's arms and out of desperation Maddog connects with The Oppressive Society! Both lie on the mat motionless. )

Khan: Its over!

Maddog: He can't get a cover he is used all his strength to hit that move.

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kickout by Amy. )

Madden: She kicked out.

Khan: Maddog took to long to cover Amy.

( Both ladies up, but Amy is barely able to walk around. Maddogwith a forearm shot, a second, a third, and a hard clothesline to Amy. Cover

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kickout. Maddog picks up Amy and DDT's her back down to the mat. Maddog sets up Amy for The Crossface, but Amy gets to the ropes right away. Both are up and Maddog goes for The Oppressive Society again, but Amy reverses and locks in The Sharpshooter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maddog is in pain he has to tap out!!!!!)

Winner: Amy Rosen.

(Open in the office of Lena Katina where we see Chupa)

Chupa: Outlaw and Angel huh?

Lena: Yep they have to have a rematch.

Chupa: Fine by me, but can I trust my partner.

Lena: How about this. You two are not allowed to get into a fight out there. If you do then you do not get your shot and he is stripped of his title. No one can start a fight with the other while the match is going on.

Chupa: Fine by me.

(Commercial)

[Michael Saint]

[glow=red,2,300]Television Championship No DQ Match[/glow]
Jason Carpenter vs Crazyman(c)

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.

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. Upon reaching the ring, he 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 bell rings and we are underway. Crazyman with a lock up, but Jason is able to get out from under it. Crazyman tries again, but Jason refuses to lock up with him. Crazyman sighs before flipping Jason the bird causing Jason to go for a clothesline and connecting. Crazyman up and Jason with another clothesline that takes him down. Jason with an uppercut that sends Crazyman flying. Jason goes out and under the ring pulling out a trash can full of weapons. Crazyman looks over and gets under the other side pulling out a flat full of weapons as well. The two men nod as to say this is where any and all technical wrestling has ended for this match time to get violent. Both men are back in the ring putting the weapons in different corners. Jason has a chair in his hands and Crazyman has a barbwire bat in his. )

Khan: Ok time to get violent

Madden: You knew it was coming man.

( Each man charges and misses with their weapons. Crazyman goes for a second shot, but Jason kicks him in the gut and slams the chair over his head. Crazyman does not go down and Jason with a second shot that echo's through the arena. Crazyman hits the mat in a heap and is already busted wide open. Jason sets the chair on Crazyman's head and delivers a double stomp onto it. Cover
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kickout by Crazyman. Crazyman is already in a bad way and can barely stand. Jason with a drop toe hold onto the chair. Cover
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Jason picks up Crazyman. Jason is up and starts to taunt his opponent who looks to be moments away from being finished already. Jason with a scoop slam and goes for The Carpenter's Edge, but Crazyman is able to get out of the ring before he can get it in. Crazyman starts to walk around catching his breathe, but Jason is out right after him. )

Madden: Good idea there. Do not let him catch his breath

Khan: Yeah that is the last thing you want Crazyman to do get his second wind.

( Jason picks up Crazyman and goes to slam him into the railing outsid the ring, but Crazyman slams Jason head first into it instead. Crazyman up on the apron before leaping back off of it with a twisting moonsault. Crazyman throws Jason back in the ring and hits a Springboard Swanton Bomb Cover
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kickout by Jason. Both men up and Jason gets Crazyman in a corner. Jason starts to repeatedly clothesline Crazyman who is rocking now. 5..6..7..8...9..10..11..Crazyman catches the arm of Jason before number 12 and then sends him head first into a turnbuckle pad with an inverted STO. Crazyman puts a chair on the back of Jason's head which is resting on the turnbuckle pad. Crazyman gets a running start and hits a dropkick sandwhiching Jason's head between the chair and the pad. Crazyman drags Jason to the center of the ring ]
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kickout by Jason. Crazyman picks up Jason who hits a low blow. )

Khan: That was sickening.

Madden: Anything to win anything to win.

( Jason grabs the barbwire bat and starts to rake it across the face of Crazyman busting him open even more. Crazyman's face is now drenched in his blood and it is pooling on the mat. Jason off the ropes and drives the barbwire bat into the face of Crazyman one last time. Cover
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kickout by Crazyman. Crazyman is once again in a very bad way. The ref is asking him if he wants to stop the match, but Crazyman refuses to lose now. Jason has set the barbwire bat on fire and acts like he is going to take it to the face of Crazyman. Jason has the bat literally inches away from Crazyman's face the two men are battling over it one wanting to mess up the others face and the other wanting to protect his face from the flame. Crazyman is able to hit a low blow on Jason and take the bat. Crazyman lifts the bat over his head and brings it down across the back of Jason. A second time. A third time and the flame has gone out. Jason is on the mat convulsing in pain as Crazyman stands with a smile from ear to ear on this bloody face. )

Khan: Uh-oh

Madden: He has his second wind. If I were his opponent I would run right now.

( Crazyman grabs his flat full of goodies and dumps out all the thumbtacks into it before laying down a half a dozen light tubes on them. Jason is up and Crazyman with a boot. Crazyman is going for a suplex into the flat, but Jason reverses and hits Crazyman with a front suplex into the flat! )

Khan: Oh my god!

Madden: Well......Damn

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kickout. Jason has a chair over his head wrapped in barbwire looking to take off Crazyman's head here. Jason gets close, but before he can swing it Crazyman with a Superkick! Crazyman pulls himself to his feet and Jason is only at a knee after that shot somehow! Crazyman sets the chair up in the center of the ring. Jason is up to a standing position. Crazyman gets a running start and using the chair to jump on he hits a jumping enzugiri onto Jason that floors him! Cover
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kickout by Jason! Crazyman gets in the refs face asking why that was not a three count. Jason from behind with a roll up
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kickout by Crazyman! Both men are up and are throwing punches. Both are bleeding badly as Jason gets the upper hand. Jason with a big right. Another big right. A left. A a huge haymaker that sends Crazyman into the ropes. Crazyman with a little rope flip sequence and comes back with a Lariat! Crazyman nearly took off Jason's head with that one! Crazyman stands up with an intent look on his face. Crazyman up top and Flying Elbow Drop! Cover

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Winner and STILL TV CHAMPION: Crazyman!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Crazyman stands in the center of the ring breathing heavily when Lena Katina comes out.)

Lena: Well done Crazyman. You proved a lot here this week. I have heard from a reliable source that you want a match with Level One. Here is my offer to you. We all know that Level One will take on Chupa at Scars and Stripes. However he must defend his title at least once before that date. What I am saying to you is that in two weeks on The Fourth of July I am going to book it. Crazyman vs Level One for the World Heavyweight Championship!

(Cheers)

Lena: And El Chupacabra will be the Special Guest Referee!!!!

(Cheers that turn into boos when Saint comes out.)

Saint: I can't change your match and I can't take anyone out of it, but what I can do is this. If El Chupacabra does not call this match down the middle. If he gravitates towards either man with favoritism he will lose his shot at the World Championship and never get another one.

(Fade)