Supershow Chicago, ILL

[Michael Saint]

Put You On Game- By Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system, as Level-One steps up on-top of the ramp. With the Experts Championship strapped tightly around his waist, he observes the crowds negative reaction, before cracking a sly smile which is displayed on every LCD television set at home.

Madden: Well, Khan. Here is our former world champion…

Khan: Don’t get my started. What is he doing on Friday Night Rampage, anyways? He left the EWC last week, what does he want with us now?

Madden: Last week, Level-One issued a challenge to Crazy Man. I’m putting my money this appearance having to do something with it.

Level-One with a microphone in hand, begins to slowly and methodically make his way to the ring failing to pay the fans any attention. Level-One hops up onto the apron; before quickly slipping through the ropes and quickly marching to the centre of the ring. A ‘’Level-One sucks’’ chant erupts.

Khan: These fans aren’t too pleased with this former employee.

Madden: Great observation, Khan. Expect a pay raise for that one…

Level-One soaks in the fans reaction, as he holds out his hands carelessly. Lowering them, he lifts his right hand which his fingers are gripped tightly around the microphone. The dimmed lights, return to normal; as he begins his address to the entire world.

Level-One: I’m sorry that I have returned to the EWC so soon, but let it be known; I just hate being here. With-out me around to put a smile on your face, brighten up your day, and to make this shit whole of a place look good—a dirty stench remains backstage and around this arena. It must be Crazy Man….

The fans continue to boo, but Level-One ignores them, before pointing out to the crowd.

Level-One: I issued a challenge that was aired across the globe last week. Here I was standing by every single day of the week, anticipating Crazy Man would’ve accept it as soon as he got his grubby hands on the chance to become something. But to my surprise; he still hasn’t accepted my issued challenge. Now while it maybe true there is still over an hour for him to accept this challenge here tonight, I believe it’s very unprofessional for him to do so. How fucking dare he deprive me of the ass kicking, he knows I owe him!

The crowd immediately begins to engage in a booing frenzy, a few over zealous fans throw beer cans into the ring, but nothing too serious as Level-One doesn’t even try to avoid them. Through the boos, a clear message emerges.

Crowd: Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

Level-One: This thing between me and you, Crazy Man. This thing can’t continue for as long as you want. I know you want to hold onto this thing between us. I know you enjoy the attention, by being mentioned in the same sentence as the champ. I know you take a sick pleasure in frustrating me to know end, but it’s time to move on.

My career is way to valuable to bogged down with the likes of you. Your dead weight and you’re holding me back. Now some may ask, why don’t I just walk away? Why don’t I turn my back and leave this page in our history together un turned? Well, the answer is simple. I’m fucking Level-One, I don’t walk away from a fight. I run towards it. I don’t write unfinished pages in history; everything must come to a complete end. Even this, Crazy Man.

I’m granting you a opportunity of a life time. I’m giving you a chance to become something, on the biggest stage of them all. This is a fist fight, and I’m giving you the first chance. So what are you going to do, Crazy Man?

…Level-One stops, as the fans begin a loud Crazy Man chant. Level-One turns his direction to the top of the ramp, before running towards the nearest ropes in route to the ramp. Leaning his chest against the ropes, Level-One lifts the microphone to his mouth, his eyes blaring with hope, sensing complete and utter opportunity, a wide smile crosses his face.

Level-One: …You’ve got your shot. Do you hit me, Crazy Man? Clench those fist, harbour your anger, and then unleash the blow. Hit me, knock me down. Take me out. I’m asking you too. What’s wrong? Can’t do it, can you? Look at me, look at me!

Take the second option. Bow your head and walk away. Unleash your clench fist, break your eye contact with me, and treat me as your superior. Walk away, because you can’t do it. You don’t have the balls to take that free shot! You don’t have it in you, and you never will!

Level-One gripping the ropes like a mad man, begins to seethe with anger, saliva slipping through his teeth, dribbling down his chin. For a second he waits. Still, he does not receive the answer he wants to hear.

Level-One: No, fucking no! You want to walk away? I’ll come up behind you. I’ll find you. And if you don’t want to take the first swing; I will. I will start this fight, and I will end it on my terms. You’ve got an hour left, Crazy Man. You make the wrong decision, and I’ll leave you into a thousand pieces of damaged goods before being carried out in a body bag.

Strangle Mania 7 is the date for our match. If this match doesn’t happen…

…You’ll die before then.

The fans unleash yet another onslaught of hurtful words, as more begin to throw cups of beer into the ring, one hitting Level-One directly on the back of his head. Still clenching the ropes like a man who’s lost his mind, shakes his head, the beer particles flying into the camera lens. Even through the camera Len’s which remained soaked in the crowd’s beer; staring into the crowd of thousands, even the liquid contents couldn’t hide the people’s disdain. The camera’s with no choice but to cut to an commercial break.

(Open in the ring)

Opener
Stung vs James Kick

(This would be a very short match Stung would return to the ring in great fashion completely dominating his opponent. Stung would get the pin after hitting his finisher.)

Winner: Stung

A silhouette of a tall man appears on the TitanTron. The silhouette looks down to the ground, the camera pans down to show the X-Division Title lying on the ground, covered in ashes and dirt. The silhouette man bends down and picks up the belt, dusting it off. As he stands up a second silhouette appears, holding a pistol. The screen lights up with two quick flashes as the gun is fired. The tall silhouette stumbles back as he’s hit twice. The tall silhouette falls to the ground, the title belt falling from his hands. The camera pulls in tight on the belt as the silhouette reaches out for it. Blood slowly spills into the scene, covering the ground and seeps around the X-Division title. The TitanTron fades to black and turns off.

(Commercial)

[Michael Saint]

Three Way Dance
John West vs John Green vs Goth

(In another short match we would get Goth in rare form. Neither of his opponents would be able to touch him on this night. The finish would come when Goth was able hit The Goth Drop on each man and pin them both at the same time!)

Winner: Goth

(Commercial)

Khan: Earlier tonight, we saw former World Champion and now APW wrestler Level-One gatecrash our show to repeat his challenge to Crazyman.

Madden: But I got some bad news for him and maybe for us. We're nearing the end of our show and one half of our main event, Crazyman, is apparently not here yet!

Khan: It's not like Crazyman to be late. Is he hiding from Level-One, or does he just want to keep Level waiting?

Khan stops for a moment as a message comes through his headset.

Khan: We're getting word of some sort of commotion backstage. Can we get a camera to the scene?

Commotion erupts backstage, as the camera man takes off to the scene of the brewing situation. The camera turns around the corner, to see Level-One’s hand wrapped around the throat of a helpless stage hand. The camera man’s pace slows down, in fear of being seen; but it’s too late as Level-One turns his attention to the camera man.

Level-One: …Just what I need.

Level-One lets go of the stage hand, before turning his back away from him and walking towards the camera man, who slowly paces back. Level-One grabs the Camera man by the shirt, as the camera catches a close up of Level-One’s face.

Level-One: Time is running out, folks. And word as it, that Crazy Man isn’t even in the damn building yet! You see, if Crazy Man doesn’t accept this challenge tonight the blood will be on HIS hands.

Level-One cracks a sly smile; before grabbing the camera man by his shirt, propping him up against a nearby wall. Level-One reaches through the mans pocket, as the sound of keys begin to jingle.

Level-One: Crazy Man is going to see this challenge. Your going to give me the keys to the control room. The whole world will witness this moment in time, do you understand this?

The camera man nods frantically, as Level-One grabs the key and shoves the camera man in the other direction. Level-One grasps the keys tightly, as he clinches his teeth tightly. Level-One walks towards the control room, before bumping in to commentator Ace Heart.

Ace Heart: Level-One! I’ve been looking for you all night long, what’s exactly going on with this challenge to Crazy Man, do you think he will accept?

Level-One doesn’t even flinch, before socking Ace Heart in the face with a hard right hand. Grabbing Ace by his hair, he launches him into 3 large metal creates in which Heart simply bounces off on like a rag doll. Level-One slowly backs away, as Ace Heart moans in pain.

Level-One walks down several hallways, screaming at anyone and everyone in sight, as he looks for the control room. Ascending a small set of stairs, Level-One reaches his destination. Slipping the key into the door, he is granted full access to the production area. Two men with ear phones over there head, look up at Level-One in confusion.

Tech 1: Hey, you can’t be here!

Tech 2: What the hell are you doing up here, call security get this guy out of here!

Level-One doesn’t even flinch. Instead he eyes the production room, taking note of every last machine and television monitor. Level-One’s eyes then settle on the two men, who stare at him in worry.

Level-One: So, what button are we going to have to press to interrupt this little show of ours?

(Commercial)

[Michael Saint]

Ace Heart stumbles towards the backstage car park, from which Crazyman now appears. Forgetting the pain in his head, Ace rushes towards Crazyman, camera operator in tow.

Ace: Crazyman! You've finally arrived! Level-One has been causing mayhem all night!

Crazyman: You mean he did something that people cared about? Good for him.

Ace Heart: He's been waiting to hear your answer to his challenge!

Crazyman: He can keep waiting. I have a match soon. If you want to talk to me about anything, talk about that pathetic son of a bitch Moses Lake!

Ace Heart: But...

Ace is cut off as Crazyman walks past him towards the locker room.

(Open in the ring)

Singles Match
Amy Rosen vs Serial Killer

(In the last short match of the night Amy Rosen would also dominate her opponent and the finish would come after she would make him tap out to the Sharpshooter!)

Winner: Amy Rosen

"Put You on Game" rings out over the PA as Level-One marches down to the ring. The boos are as loud as ever, garbage thrown towards him as he slips under the bottom rope. There's no time for theatrics; all that matters now is getting his answer. He grabs a microphone from a stage hand. All the while Crazy Man pulls himself to his feet using the support of the ropes.

Level-One: Did you really think I was going to come out here and issue my challenge to you face to face!

Level-One roars at Crazy Man, who takes a deep breath before leaning his back up against the turn buckle not saying a single word.

Level-One: What are you deaf!? Look at me you, you useless piece of shit! I didn’t come out here to congratulate you on your win, nor offer you up any commissions and tend to your wounds. I’m out here for an answer. The entire world is watching for an answer. You don’t have a fucking choice, Crazy Man. Your time is up; and now I demand an answer.

Again, Level is met only with silence. He strides up to Crazyman, standing inches away from his face. His voice is calmer now, quieter.

Level-One asks one more time for an answer. He's almost pleading at this point, almost on the verge of tears. The anger flowing through him at this point has made him lose all control of his emotions. He needs and answer.

Crazyman sighs and gently pushes Level-One away. He walks across the ring and asks for a microphone. Once one is given to him, he first checks that the mike is working. Then he walks back to Level-One, now standing in the centre of the ring. Crazyman clears his throat, taps the microphone again to make sure it's still working, then looks Level-One directly in the eyes.

Crazyman: No. Fuck you.

No one can understand Crazyman's answer, especially Level-One.

Level-One: ...What was that?

Crazy Man wipes the sweat from his face before lifting the microphone to his mouth. Lowering his head; he scratches it the top of his head almost carelessly, before looking back up at Level-One who is steaming with anger at this point.

Crazyman: Let me ask you a question, level. Since when did I start doing what you wanted me to do? Since when did I give you what you want? I always wanted to make your life better, not easier. You had plenty of opportunities to make this challenge a long time ago, but you figured you'd wait for now. Now that you're no longer an EWC wrestler, now that you've pissed on the fans and the company one last time by vacating the World title and going to APW, you're just gonna decide to fight me one more time. And for what? So you can have a little closure? You made your bed, Lester; now you're gonna sleep in it. You're gonna have to find someone else to deal with all your little neuroses, because I'm too old for this shit. I'm leaving you in the lurch, just like you left everybody else. You can go ahead and call me every name under the Sun. You can slander my family, my friends, this company, this business, trying to get a rise out of me, but it's not gonna work.

Level-One: Fuck you, Crazy Man! Your gutless. You scared. You fear losing to me again, don’t you? Because you know after I beat you and pin your shoulders to mat in the same ring I’ve now shit and pissed on, you can never battle back. You will never be able to show your face in-front of all these fans faces! That’s what you fear isn’t it?

Crazy Man returns a blank stare. Level-One clenches his teeth, before beginning to pace back and forth; Crazy Man’s focus travelling along with Level-One’s back and forth pace.

Level-One: This really…this really wasn’t a surprise. You turning this thing down. Crazy Man, when Lily…when Lily lost her child do you know what my first reaction was?

…I fucking laughed. No, really. A smile spread upon my face; for I knew a second coming failure would not be left stuck on this earth, so other people would have to come to support the little shit. I loved it. I loved watching you and your girlfriend hurt. Your hearts both ripped out of your chest; and all I wanted to do is step on it more.

Crazy Man’s face turns read; but he doesn’t move a inch. He contains and harnesses his anger, not allowing Level-One to gain the upper edge. Level-One finally stops pacing, before dropping to a single knee right in-front of Crazy Man.

…Please, tell me how this all feels. Crazy…

No…Tell me how this all feels Joel. That’s your name, isn’t it? Joel. Joel. Joel. No Crazy Man, no that’s just a false identity. You are Joel. And your cousin. Rorschach…

What’s his name Joel?

Crazyman shakes his head.

Crazyman: Well, what do ya know - I'm the insane one, but you're the one who just can't let go.

Level-One quickly pops up to his feet taking a swipe at Crazyman, trying to smack him across the face. But Crazy sees it coming, grabs Level's wrist, and pushes his hand back down to his side. Crazyman smiles as he looks Level in the eyes.

Crazyman: Do you feel it, Level? Is it boiling up inside you? Is it bubbling over? Feels good, doesn't it? Feels like freedom. But can you control it?

Crazyman lets go of Level's wrist, shoving his hand away.

Crazyman: No, you can't. And in that regard, I was always, always better than you. Now get out - this isn't your ring anymore.

The crowd with a huge pop. As Level-One caught off guard of the entire situation, slowly backs up. Backs up almost out of the ring, but stops before hoisting the microphone to his lips.

Level-One: Crazy Man; this will ALWAYS be my ring. So bleed, sweat, and pour your heart and soul into it—you’ll never live up to MY legacy.

Level-One drops his microphone and climbs out of the ring, ignoring the jeers of the fans as he walks up the entrance ramp. Crazyman's head drops as he steps slowly around the ring, breathing slowly and heavily. Level-One stops onto of the EWC ramp, before pointing up to the rafter. Crazy Man caught off guard by the situation; turns his attention to the top of the arena roof, where a Strangle Mania 7 banner hangs. Level-One lowers his hand and walks out of the arena, leaving Crazy Man staring at the banner wondering what exactly what Level-One has on his mind.

[Michael Saint]

Rampage comes back from the commercial break showing the fans around the arena.

So, you think you're untouchable?

"Basic Thugonomics Remix" begins to play on the PA. The fans jump out of their seats roaring with cheers.

Madden: It’s Jesse Nuñez! Jesse is back!

Khan: Listen to these fans! Chicago loves him!

The camera now shows Jesse standing at the top of the ramp looking down at his feet with his forearms crossed in front of him. He stands there for a few moments as he then 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 cheer. The camera zooms out from the rafters to show the whole arena on their feet. The camera then zooms back in front of Jesse. Jesse is wearing his black "The Prodigy" t-shirt with a chain with dog tags around his neck. He also has on a black hat on his head. The hat reads "The Prodigy" on the front and his name on the back, the hat is tilted slightly to the right of his head so that is barely covering over his right eye but he could still see and you could still see his eye barely. Every time the song starts to scratch, Jesse does the “You Can’t See Me” wave. Alyssa follows closely behind him.

Khan: We haven’t seen Jesse Nuñez since August!

Madden: But why the sudden appearance here tonight?

Khan: He is the second highest paid superstar on the Rampage roster.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, from Phoenix, Arizona. Please welcome back, Jesse "The Prodigy" Nuñez!

Jesse looks around the stadium and sees everybody cheering him around the arena. Jesse then runs and slides into the ring. He jumps up and looks around at the fans once more. He throws up the “Word Life” fingers a few more times as flashes from the cameras are seen from around the arena. Jesse then walks over to the ropes and sits on the middle rope and lifts the top rope as Alyssa enters the ring. Jesse then goes over to the side of the ring and is handed a microphone. His entrance music begins to die down and the fans are chanting his name.

Fans: JESSE! JESSE! JESSE!...

Jesse gives a smile and raises the microphone up to his mouth to speak over the fans.

Jesse Nuñez: Man it feels good to be standing in the middle of a EwC ring.

The fans cheer.

Jesse Nuñez: As you might have noticed I haven’t been around here for the last three months. I have been out shooting my new movie “Call of Duty” that will be hitting the cinemas in the summer of next year.

The fans give a slight cheer, but they would cheer about anything Jesse will say since this is his first appearance on television in awhile.

Jesse Nuñez: But I didn’t come out here to promote my movie and just leave never to be seen again like those other guys you see at the other promotions. I actually have a few things I need to address. Two announcements actually.

Khan: I wonder what the announcements are.

Madden: Well shut up so we can find out.

Khan: You shut up!

Jesse Nuñez: First announcement I must address is pretty big, actually the biggest announcement in my career. It involves the EwC. The EwC isn’t what it used to be. It’s been chaos ever since I left and it looks as if this place has been off the map. I’m walkin’ around backstage and I see new faces, I see a few old faces, and then there are the faces I don’t see. Now this has me thinking and I have thought about this for awhile now, ever since I left to film back in August.

Jesse pauses.

Jesse Nuñez: How long will I be doing this?

The fans begin to boo as they see where this is going.

Jesse Nuñez: A lot of superstars have packed up their bags and have left. Brawl’s GM resigned a few weeks ago Hell even President Mac hasn’t shown his face around here for sometime. So now I have made my own choice. This will be the very last time you ever see The Prodigy in a wrestling ring.

Khan: He’s retiring!?

Madden: I didn’t see that one coming. I wonder what his other announcement is.

Khan: How could his other announcement be as big as that bombshell!?

The fans are booing. Jesse raises his hand to silent the fans as they slowly begin to listen to what he has to say.

Jesse Nuñez: I know it sucks, but I feel this is the right choice for my own physical well being. I’m just goin’ to stick to makin’ records and filmin’ movies from here on out.

The fans are sad to see another wrestler leave for another career.

Jesse Nuñez: Now I got another announcement that I need to address before I go.

Jesse looks over to his girlfriend, the beautiful now blonde Alyssa Rodrigues.

Jesse Nuñez: Alyssa will you come over here for a minute.

He grabs her hand and he gives a smile but he seems kind of nervous. His hand is shaking in hers and she stares at him, confused to what is wrong with him. Jesse then gets down on one knee.

Jesse Nuñez: Alyssa, in my whole life you are the only girl to stick by me through the good times and the bad times. I know sometimes I can be a major pain in the ass but at the end of the day you still told me you love me. And Alyssa, I love you.

Jesse reaches down his pocket and pulls out a case and opens it up.

Jesse Nuñez: Alyssa…will you marry me?

Madden: I didn’t see this coming either.

Alyssa is in shock and she keeps smiling, she looks around the arena and sees that all the fans are cheering she reaches for the microphone but just then “Wherever I May Roam” begins to play on the PA and out comes Elijah Muhammed Siad. The fans begin to boo as Jesse stands up and tells Alyssa to get out of the ring. She does and Jesse looks at Elijah as he enters the ring with a microphone.

Elijah: Well well well. That was very romantic Jesse.

The fans are booing at Elijah.

Elijah: But I’m not into that kind of stuff. So this is the great Jesse Nuñez. 2006 Rookie of the Year, the first ever Division X Champion, a former World Champion.

Jesse Nuñez: And who the Hell might you be?

Elijah: I am Elijah Muhammad Siad. Head of Security for Michael Saint.

Jesse Nuñez: Alright, still have no idea who the Hell you are. But that’s okay. Tell me what brings you out here to interrupt me?

Elijah: You see last week I had a match against another Jesse, Jesse Payne and…

Jesse Nuñez: So? What do you want a match? Weren’t you listenin’ backstage? I’m done, I’m retired.

Elijah: As Head of Security, I was sent here by Michael Saint to inform you that you have a contract with Rampage. So there is no way that you will be retiring, not for a long time.

Jesse Nuñez: I see. Well how about you take that contract and shove it straight up yo’ ass! And after you’ve done that I’ll shove you up Saint’s ass!

Elijah: You know what Nuñez, how about you shove this up your ass.

Elijah kicks Jesse between the legs with a low blow. Jesse falls down to the mat.

Madden: Elijah with the low blow.

Khan: And now Elijah is beating the crap outta Jesse!

Elijah sends a serious of punches to the fallen Jesse Nuñez. After a moment or two Jesse begins to fight back as the fans finally start to cheer once more. Michael Saint runs down to the ring with a steel chair in his hands.

Khan: Oh come on here comes Saint with a steel chair!

Jesse lifts Elijah up for The Resurrection. The fans are cheering but Elijah rakes the eyes of Jesse and Elijah jumps back down to the mat.

Khan: Jesse setting up for The Resurrection!

Madden: But Elijah gets out of it!

Elijah gives another Saint tosses Elijah the chair and Jesse turns around into a chair straight to the face and Jesse falls down hard onto the mat as the fans boo.

Khan: This is unfair! Isn’t somebody gonna come down and help!? Where’s security dammit!?

Elijah lifts Jesse Nuñez up and sets up for his finishing maneuver and then hits the WMD. Jesse Nuñez lays on the mat unconscious as Saint and Elijah stand over Nuñez yelling at him. Elijah’s entrance music begins to play as the fans boo as it goes to commercial.










Back from commercial Jesse is seen being helped into an ambulance with Alyssa right by him. A reporter backstage runs over to Jesse.

Reporter: Jesse! Quick question, what are you going to do after that attack from Elijah Muhammad Siad?

Jesse slowly rises up from the gurney and talks into the microphone.

Jesse Nuñez: It looks like The Prodigy still has some business to take care of.

The paramedics close the doors as the fans watching on the titantron cheer.

(We go back to ringside)

Elijah: Now that the minor issues of this federation are solved it is time that I solve the major ones. You see people. You all hate a great man that only has the best interests of this federation in mind. You hate your Vice President, but he is only out to help you.

(Booing)

Elijah: This is a man that you should all worship. Now what I want is for each and every one of you fat slobs to get off your collective ass' and give praise to Ayatollah Michael Saint. Come say it with me! All Hail Ayatollah Saint!

Booing

Elijah: All Hail Ayatollah Saint!


(Booing)

Elijah: Typical behavior. All you American's do not respect people who deserve it. You do not respect the all knowing Ayatollah Michael Saint and you do not respect the greatness that stands in front of you right now. I Elijah Mohammed Siad am here to save you all, but you would rather boo me out of the building.

(Booing)

Elijah: If it were up to me I would be taking on the man that is supposed to be representing this country for the United States Championship at Wrestlefest. Crazyman or whatever.

(cheers)

Elijah: However the management of this federation wants to hold me down, because of the color of my skin. I am the biggest talent that this federation has ever seen and I am not going to get what I deserve. Why? The color of my skin? My religious beliefs? Some hypocritical Russian is preventing me from doing what I can do? Lena Rosen. The little redheaded communist wants to hold back the big bad Muslim?

(cheers)

Elijah: No! I will not stand for it. I am going to lay out the challenge right here. I will take on any former US Champion who has the guts enough to challenge me! If I can't beat up the current representative of your country I can always take out a former one. So if their is anyone in the back all they have to do is come out here.

(Rockstar by Prima J hits on the PA as the crowd erupts!)

Madden: Could it be

Khan: Is it so

(Beth Harte walks out high fiving people along the way before entering the ring.)

Elijah: You are kidding me right? This is who is going to fight me?

Beth: You did say any former US Champ didn't you Achmed?

Elijah: Achmed! Achmend! This not my name! I am Elijah Mohammed Siad!

Beth: Listen Achmed are you game or not.

Elijah: My name is not Achmed!!!!!!!!

Beth: Please Ach.........

Elijah: Silence..........I KILL YOU!

Beth: Ok Elijah.......You said any former US Champion and I am the greatest US Champion of all time.

Elijah: This is a bad joke.

Beth: No joke. You and I have something to settle.

Elijah: OOOOO cause I hurt Jesse Nunez.

Beth: No. This is not about Jesse Nunez this is not about your bashing of this country. Last week you and Michael Saint screwed two people near and dear to me. My friend Jesse Payne lost his job, because of you last week.

(booing)

Beth: Worse you have prevent my friend and mentor from coming back to EWC soon. El Chupacabra is suspended indefinitely, because of you. I can only take so much from one person and you crossed the line.

Elijah: I am so scared. Little one I can beat you two straight falls in a best of 3 contest.

Beth: You can't beat me at all, but since you are so confident in your talents that I will agree to it. 2 out of 3 falls at Wrestlefest, but only if each fall has a stipulation.

Elijah: What did you have in mind?

Beth: I will figure something out at another time.

Elijah: Fine with me, but remember you not beat me no matter what you pick.

(Elijah rolls out of the ring as we go to commecial)

[Michael Saint]

Singles
Lance Fiennes vs Victor Hades

There was once a match between a man named Fiennes. Lance Fiennes, and the lover of those adorable Pandas, Victor Hades. What happened during this match of near epic proportions? Well sit back children! And Auntie Stephy will tell you all about it! And why not? It’s what she does… whenever she gets around to it. Leave her alone, she’s old, old people forget things!

Anyways…

Once upon a time, wrestler and topless beach walker Lance Fiennes took on wrestler and panda enthusiast Victor Hades. The results of which had amazing and catastrophic effects across the entire landscape of Extreme Championship Wrestling as a whole. Actually… I’m lying, it was pretty much your standard affair as far as matches go, pretty entertaining though.

Right.

So on they battled with beaches and pandas in their hearts and minds with suplexs, DDTs, punches, kicks, holds, and those wonderful throws. Near falls came and went, hearts were broken as each man cried in anguish as they realized that their fall had not been the three that they believed it had been. Victor Hades even argued with one of the counts, apparently forgetting that no one has ever won that argument…. Ever. I wonder what that would be like… referee calls a two, then says ‘you know what, you were right. That was a three, you win good sir.’

That would be pretty crazy.

But then! Victor closed in, trying for the Closed Casket, only to have Lance Fiennes escape and run away. Victor smiled going in for a kill shot, only to realize with horror that Lance wasn’t running away, so much as running into the ropes, coming back with his mighty Lariat… LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Sorry.

Lance would then go for a pinfall as he had many times before, but this time children. This time he got that three count. He had won! And that children, is the story of Lance Fiennes and Victor Hades. Victor Hades was disappointed and trudged off, while Lance took his shirt off and returned to the beach. But the question remained… why Lance? Why did you make the Panda’s cry?

Winner: Lance Fiennes

[Michael Saint]

Moses Lake vs Crazyman

The lights dim as "Beer" by Reel Big Fish hits the amps. Moses comes out into the entry way and poses as pyros go off around him.

"Now introducing, from Upriver, New Brunswick, Canada, and weighing in at 212 lbs., MOSES LAKE!"

Moses high-fives the fans as he jogs down to the ring, then he seal dives in under the bottom rope and poses on the ropes.

The intro of Fugazi's "Margin Walker" 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 Guy Picciotto's desperate vocals play out, 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.

Ann: From Akron, Ohio… weighing in at 240 pounds… he is the United States Champion… Crazyman!

(The bell rings and we are underway Crazyman signals for a test of strength. Looks like Moses has the upperhand, but Crazyman is able to fight his way to his feet and take over Moses with a modified suplex type move. Crazyman brings out the arm of Moses and drops a knee to the inside of it. Crazyman with a short arm scissors working over the arm. Moses is able to get a foot to the ropes to break up the move. Both men to their feet and Crazyman with a hip toss. Moses up and gets another hip toss. Up again and gets a third one. Moses rolls out of the ring to get his facuties. Moses paces a few seconds and gets back in the ring. Crazyman runs over and tries for another hip toss, but this time it is blocked and Moses floors him with a stiff clothesline.)

Madden: Crazyman to the well too many times.

Khan: Moses is too smart for that.

( Moses grabs Crazyman by the head and goes for a DDT, but Crazyman takes him over with a release ooverhead belly to belly suplex. Both men to there feet and Crazyman grabs the legs of Moses taking him to the mat and going for the Texas Cloverleaf, but Moses is able to kick Crazyman off before he can lock in the hold. Both up and Moses with a trip into a rear nacked chokehold on Crazyman. Crazyman is in the center of the ring! Is it over! The ref checks the arm of Crazyman






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drops........NO! Crazyman starts to crawl his way and is able to get to the ropes to break up the hold.)

Madden: Oh so close

Khan: Crazyman has something to prove here he wants a win. He wants to beat the man Kid Can could not before he has to face Kid Can at the pay per view.

(Moses lets Crazyman get to his feet and runs up behind him going for another choke, but Crazyman elbow him in the gut before it can get locked on him right. Crazyman with a boot and a DDT. Crazyman hits the ropes and comes back with a leg drop to the back of Moses's head. Cover

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kickout by Moses Lake. Crazyman picks up Moses and slams him to the mat. Crazyman goes for The Texas Cloverleaf again, but Moses reverses into a small package

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kickout by Crazyman)

Khan: No one has a clear advantage.

Madden: It is how it should be.

(Crazyman is up and hits a superkick on Moses Lake. Cover

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kickout by Moses. Crazyman gets in the refs face. Moses is up and runs to Crazyman going for a splash, but Crazyman moves and Moses connects head to head with the ref! Crazyman drags the limp Moses to the center of the ring. Crazyman up top and Flying Elbow Drop! It is over, but no ref!!!!!!!!!! In runs Level One!!!!! Crazyman is up and Level Advance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Level One puts Moses on top before getting up the ref

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Winner: Moses Lake!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

(Level One leaves through the crowd as we fade out)