FN'R/SNR Habana, Cuba - 9/21/07

[Michael Saint]

Mr. Aguila vs Shocker

Shocker trys to talk to some of the old ladies at ringside but is rejected and Mr. Aguila is taunting him from the ring in spanish. An angry Shocker storms the ring and tries to take out Mr. Aguila's leg but Aguila jumps over him he turns around and plants a drop kick between Shocker's eyes, Shocker rolles out of the ring and Mr. Aguila takes to the air and hits him with a Tope Suicida on Shocker, Aguila rolls Shocker back in the ring and climbs to the top rope...PICTURE PERFECT MOONSAULT, the pinfall is academic.

Winner: Mr. Aguila


Dimes vs SK Punk

Both debuting superstars would meet in the middle in the ring, for what would be a 1 sided match. SK Punk, would go for a clothesline only for it be reversed into a hangman neck breaker from dimes. SK Punk would get to his feet, only to be met with a flying DDT. Dimes, would taunt to the crowd and receive a great amount of cheers. Dimes followed his attack up with a fist drop into the cover.

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Kick-out

SK Punk would barely kick out, as Dimes would taunt SK Punk as he got to his feet. He would hit a Flying Cork-screw clothesline which would floor SK Punk. Dimes, would walk over to one side of the turn-buckle, as he stalked SK Punk till he got to his feet. Hitting him with his finisher, ‘’Bullet proof’’ (Spear). Dimes would follow up with a cocky pin.

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Winner: Dimes

(Fade out)

[Michael Saint]

Vice President Saint is standing in the ring with a microphone in hand and a big grin on his face. The camera zooms in on him as he directs the camera with his hand to sweep over the crowd in tonight's arena. The camera sweeps around the arena before returning to Saint.

Saint: I want all of you to take notice of all of the people here tonight. I want all of you to take notice of the ratings when they come out tomorrow morning. And I want all of you to remember my appearance on Monday. I was able to get on that stinkhole of a show and coerce Maxwell Carter into allowing Redface Rogers into their Pay Per View next Sunday Night to work around "The Man's" devious schemes. And why did I do that? Why did I go out of my way to find their ridiculous circus of a show and go on their cameras?

Saint motions of the camera to sweep the arena, and it does so. As the camera pans, the fans stand and cheer. The camera comes back around to Saint who is now looking even prouder than before.

Saint: I did it for you fans. I did it for you folks watching at home. I did it because I wanted to prove that Rampage is indeed, the number one show for EWC, here and forever-more! To prove that I'm a better General Manager than Carter. And to prove once and for all tha ---

And with that, Daft Punk's "Better Faster Stronger" starts to play throughout the arena. A concerned look on Saint's face washes out the pride as the camera swings over to the stage area as two figures come out onto the stage bouncing along to the music. The fans don't know quite what to make of it, as both are wearing gas masks, and no one's heard this theme music before. The two figures stop at the top of the rampway and start clapping toward Michael Saint as his face gets redder with rage from being interrupted. Saint rushes over to the ropes and starts screaming.

Saint: Cut the goddamn music this instant!

The music dies out and Saint paces before returning to the ropes.

Saint: I don't know what you two think you're doing, nor do I know who you two are, I don't have any new debuts this week! How dare you interrupt the EWC Vice President!

The two at the top of the ramp continue clapping as one of the figures pulls a microphone out of his pocket. He pulls the mask slightly away from his face and tucks the microphone toward the opening.

Masked Man: You'll have to excuse us Mikey, but we're afraid of the noxious fumes this shows puts off, so we've been advised by the doctor's to wear these gas masks.

The crowd chuckles as Saint grits his teeth, seething.

Saint: SHOW YOURSELVES! Show me the faces of the two that are going to get destroyed for interupting my show!

Masked Man: Mikey Mikey Mikey, you know damn well that weaseling your way around our little business arrangement wasn't going to be the end of it all. Did you honestly think we were going to just roll over and take it?

Saint: Busine--business arrangement? I don't know what you're talking about! Who are you, goddamn it?!

The two masked men look at each other and shrug. They take the masks off and the crowd goes crazy as we see its Retribution Solution. Michael Saint tries to regain his composure, obviously pissed off.

Saint: I don't have any business arrangements with you two pieces of trash! Why would I ever stoop so low as to have any sort of dealings with two of the most deranged individuals this company has ever had the displeasure of hiring?

Sean reaches for the microphone and points at Saint.

Sean: C'mon Mikey, you don't think by putting Rogers on our show that that would solve all of your problems? Even the basest of figures would know that you couldn't hide behind such a ridiculous ploy! The contract very clearly states that Rogers has to be appear on X amount of RAMPAGE shows. Battle Grounds is a Brawl show. That doesn't wash. Not at all.

Saint: Hey! Hey! Who are you to come out here and tell me like it is? Hmm? You lost your title to Orsome of all people! You're a nobody!

Sean: Saint, I'm the guy that has your show by the balls, dude. I'm the guy that's going to go ahead and sue the pants off of you from here on out. I'm the guy that's going to own Friday Night Rampage after you claim bankruptcy...

Moses: Which, if we're not mistaken is only going to be a financial situation. I mean, let's be clear here, you've been morally and entertainingly bankrupt for years!

Saint's eyebrow arches as Sean pats Moses on the back. Both chuckle.

Saint: You guys crack jokes all you want. The fact remains, Rampage is number one in the ratings again, we've got the better show, we've got the better roster, hell, we've got your belt!

Sean: Yea, that's what we came here to talk to you about. You see, we were talking it over and we wanted to offer you a different deal. A deal that we think would benefit everyone a little bit better.

Saint crosses his arms and stares a little bit before talking sideways into the microphone.

Saint: Out with it.

Sean: We thought you'd never ask.

Moses takes the microphone and takes a stance to build the drama.

Moses: Instead of suing you into financial obliteration and then owning this headache of a show and running it further into the ground than you could ever dream of, we're going to offer you this deal instead. After Rogers has his little match next Sunday Night, you can have him back. I mean, the smell from Fiennes is bad enough, but now even our clothes and hair smell of Rampage-stank. So, instead of the original deal, at Stable Wars you send out whatever poser is your champion with our belt, and then we'll send out our...

Moses points at Sean, and Sean lifts his fists into the air.

Moses: New Undisputed EWC Champion, Sean "The Man" Ferguson, when he beats the pants off of BDC. And when Sean defeats whatever pretender you throw our way, he can have his proper belt back. Done deal.

Saint leans against the ropes looking intrigued and Moses shoots him a look that says, "You can't beat that!"

Saint: That sounds like that could work, but what's in it for me?

Moses: Oh what, if Ferg loses to your boy at Stable Wars? Well, in the highly unlikely event that that were to happen, geez, I don't know. Your champion beating the champion of Brawl, holding onto Brawl's belt a little bit longer, God, I don't know Saint. Aside from bragging rights --

Saint: Good point Moses, good point. But what if Ferg doesn't win at Battle Grounds? What then? My champion takes on some loser? Some wannabe that couldn't put big bad BDC down? I mean, really, you have to come up with something better than that.

Moses: Then we'll sue you. You'll be out of a job. And the rest of your roster will be looking at the back of your head in the unemployment line. And the last thing you need when you're asking for a hand-out is twenty-something pissed off guys behind you because you put them there.

Saint goes to speak again but "Better Stronger Faster" cues up again and Sean "The Man" Ferguson and Moses Lake disappear behind the curtains.



Angel (w/ Blade)

Vs


Mr. Kiljoy

This would be a good contest. Angel would come out and hit a few shots before going to the ropes. Angel comes back and gets a shoulder block from Kiljoy. Kiljoy would dominate for the rest of the match almost. Kiljoy would throw his smaller opponent around the ring like she was a rag doll. Angel would keep trying to fight back, but Kiljoy was just too much of a monster for her to take down. I guess this would mean Mr. Kiljoy is > than Nightmare. She was able to take out that monster easy, but this is a monster that Angel would not be able to touch very well. Kiljoy would press slam Angel into a powerslam and go for a cover getting a two count. Angel would roll out of the way of Kiljoy's splash.

Angel would hit a few moves and dropkick Kiljoy in the face getting a two count. Kiljoy would pick up Angel and go for The Big Top, but Beth Harte would come in from the back and low blow Kiljoy allowing Angel to roll him up for a three count!

Winner:

Post Match

After the match Angel would confront Beth who smiled at her. Kiljoy would bring in a table and attack the ladies with Blade playing spoiler. This time however Kiljoy got the upperhand and hit a Big Top through a table on Blade as we went to commecial.


Television Championship Match


Crazyman

Vs


Level One(c)

This would be a good contest that would showcase two of the up and coming members of the Rampage roster. Crazyman would start off by jumping the champ and putting the boots to him in the corner. Level One would answer back by coming out of the corner and hitting a picture perfect dropsault. Level One would hit a few shots before going to the ropes, but getting clotheslined out of his boots when he came back. Crazyman wasted no time in going up top and coming off with his Flying Elbow Drop, but completely missing the target when Level One rolled out of his way. Crazyman would get to his feet and get mafia kicked by the champ who would quickly follow up by locking in a boston crab.

Level One would wrench the hold for a bit assuring his opponent would not be going back up anytime soon before eventually breaking up the hold. Crazyman would get to his feet and charage, but get caught into an inverted headlock backbreaker ala Randy Orton getting Level One a two count. Level One would set up for the Level Advance, but Crazyman would reverse into a backslide for a two count. both men would get to their feet and Crazyman would take down the champ with a spinning neckbreaker. Crazyman would lock Level One in his patented Texas Cloverleaf in an attempt to ward the belt off the champion. Level One would barely be able to get to the ropes to break the hold.

Crazyman would stay on the assault planting Level One with a spinebuster for a two count. Level One would fight back hitting a pele kick out of nowhere. Level One would go up top and come off with a frog splash for a very close two. The match would come to an end when we saw Crazyman jock for position and hit a DDT for a two count. Crazyman would go for an irish whip, but Level One would reverse and send Crazyman to the buckle. Level One would charge into a boot from Crazyman. Crazyman would go for a moonsault, but get caught by Level One. Level One would get Crazyman on his shoulders and deliver The Darkness Shine on the challenger for a three count to retain!

Winner and STILL TELEVISION CHAMPION:

Post Match

Level One lifts his hands in the air in victory as his theme music plays. Suddenly, his music cuts off, then...

"Dr Greenthumb" plays on the P.A., and the fans are cheering. Kid Cannabis walks down the entrance, sporting a cocky grin and the EWC Television Championship around his waist. Level One stands ready as Can the Man slides into the ring. He snaps his fingers, and a ring attendant hands him a mic.

Cannabis: Nice job, L.O. Your amazing powers of squashing ham and eggers who shouldn't draw a check are still top notch. Sort of what I do when I step on a spider on my bathroom floor.

Very impressive.

Cannabis rolls his eyes and takes the TV belt off.

Cannabis: You know, I honestly don't feel right holding this belt. So, I came out here, as a guy that does the right thing, to give it back, out of the goodness of my heart.

L.O. reaches for the belt, but Cannabis pulls it back abruptly.

Cannabis: PHYSCHE! Man, did you think I'd make it that easy? C'mon, I paid good cash money for this strap. Hey, don't worry, I'm a man of commerence, I'll tell ya what. I'll give you this belt back, no muss, no fuss, if you agree to one little thing...

Next Week's Main Event, "champ", I'm picking the match. And I got a doozy for us.

Imagine if you will...

A match with no DQ's. No pinfalls. No submissions. Hell, we don't even need a ref. What this requires is a certified doctor, to call the winner by declaring the other guy medically unable to continue. Blood loss, paralysis, unconscious, sometimes these things end in a nasty little case of death. It's a nasty little dance. Out in the streets. On the concrete. So big we can't even keep it in the arena.

The fans murmur, because they've got an idea of the type of match Can's talking about.

Cannabis: Let's make it big, L.O. Main Event. Television title match in Puerto Rico, a place known for wrestling insanity, to host one helluva insane match. Kid Can. Level One in the streets of San Juan...

In an Alley Fight!

How 'bout it, skippy? Wanna make this interesting?

*Level-one grabs the mic from Kid Cannabis. Kid Cannabis, quickly holds the title away from Level-One so he cannot take it the way he did the mic. The crowd is now in a mix of cheers, and boo’s as Level-One addresses Kid Cannabis and his challenge*

Level-One- You know, Kid Cannabis. I find it very Ironic, that you come here to challenge me to a alley match. Why is it Ironic, my little friend? Because, it has some similarities to a match. A match in which, I won my television championship in at the night of champions.

*The crowd goes crazy, as Level-One nod’s his head. They began to chant ‘’Street Fight’’ ‘’Street Fight’’. The adults in the crowd seem to be on Level-One’s side, the children are upset. The chants out ways the boo’s the kids just couldn’t bring the base*

Level-One- That’s right, a street fight. Kid Cannabis, a alley match is not much different. The only thing could be better? Is a submission match, but let’s save that for another time, my friend. See, Kid Cannabis. All you’ve done? Is put a smile on my face, and you know I kind of expected this. No, I really did. You actually beat me to all this.

*Kid Cannabis looks confused, as a security guard comes out down to the ring. Level-One smiles, as he sees the clip-board in the mans hand. Level-One walks past Kid Cannabis, lowering the ropes for the security guard to enter the ring. He hand’s Level-One the clip board, as Level-One holds it up to Kid Cannabis*

Level-One- This right here? This right here, is a contract for you’re little dream match. This is the contract, that has you gracefully place my title back in my hands. This contract, is you’re worst night-mare, Kid Cannabis. You sign this and the match is on. But I warn you, unless you want to remain in this ring alive for the rest of you’re career, you’d turn around and walk out.

*Kid Cannabis, looks away with his head down. He turns, and climbs through the ropes…but stops. Kid Cannabis, smiles to the crowd as they cheer. As Level-One looks on with confusion. Kid Cannabis yells ‘’Sike!’’ followed with the crowd bursting out in laughter. Kid Cannabis takes the contract, from Level-One. Pulls out a pen, and writes his name on the contract. Handing it back to Level-one, as Level-One lights up with a smile*

Level-One- Thank you Cannabis. Title?

*Kid Cannabis, looks on reluctantly handing Level-One the television championship back to him. Level-One throws it over his arm, and holds the contract in there air with a smile*

Level-One- Kid Cannabis. You got it, a Alley Fight next week on rampage for the shiny piece of metal. But, you shouldn’t have dropped out of high-school so early. Kid Cannabis, not only did you sign our match. You signed, you’re way off to jail and out of this building.

*Kid Cannabis, looks on with confusion. Kid Cannabis, approaches Level-One but he quickly backs up leaning against the ropes*

Level-One- What you signed, basically admitted to the crime you committed on me, a week ago. Theft!

*Kid Cannabis nods his head angrily, as Level-One laughs on. A security team, walks out with cryme tyme JTG and Shad in cuffs. The security team, of about 15 files out and down the ring. Level-One laughs, as they enter the ring. Kid Cannabis swings at one knocking him down, followed up with tossing one over the ropes. But there’s too many as they tackle him to the floor cuffing his hands behind his back. The crowd boo’s Level-One as he climbs onto the top-rope sitting down, waving to Kid Cannabis, As he’s being carried out by the security team*

Level-One- Hey, Kid Cannabis. Cryme Tyme. I hope you get that bail, but in order to do so? You need that Money Money No! No! Money Money HELL No!. Haha.

*Kid Cannabis, struggles to get out and attack Level-One but can’t as he is being assisted up the ramp. Cryme Tyme, are also carried out, as Level-One gets booed. Kid Cannabis makes his way to the top of the stage, as he looks back at Level-One.

Level-One- Nananana nanana hey hey hey good-bye. Nananana nanana hey hey hey good-bye.

*Level-One waves his hands in the air, as his music hits with a loud of amount of booing. A small chant, singing along with Level-One could be heard, as the scene fades out to Level-one sucking the boo’s up on the top-turn-buckle.

(The scene opens backstage just after a commercial where we see Cameron Hayden standing)

Cameron: Ladies and gentlemen my name is Cameron Hayden. I am the former EwC TV Champion. Former EwC Tag Team Champion and former 2 time EwC World Champion. I have came to you all today to discuss a threat to this great federation. That threat is Monday Night Brawl.

Cameron: Monday Night Brawl has once again stepped over the line in EwC. First we had the overt racism of Max Carter towards robots. Now we have footage of BDC eating live puppies.

(Doctored footage of someone dressed as BDC is played and the person is eating the little Pound Puppies toys.)

Cameron: It is hard to watch I know. That is not all, because last week Sean Ferguson kidnappeed Redface Rodgers and is now holding him for ransom.

(Footage from last week is played)

Cameron: Ladies and gentlemen we need to stop this senseless violence and hatred. I am heading up a movement that calls for the cancellation of Monday Night Brawl and the banishment of its roster from this great sport. Only together can we get rid of MNB. Join the movement and we can purge the world of this filth.

(Fade to the ring)




Ricker

Vs


Jamal Jackson

This would be a great match. Ricker would start off the match hard and heavy with a series of stiff punches before landing a hard clothesline on Jamal. When Jamal got back up Ricker would hit an earth shattering spinebuster that would get him an early two count. Jamal would battle back hitting some good shots and eventually landing a spinng heel kick that would get him a two count. Jamal would go up top and come off with a diving crossbody onto Ricker for another two count. Jamal would go for a texas cloverleaf, but Ricker would reverse into a small package for a two count. Both men would get to their feet and Ricker would takeover Jamal with a suplex. Ricker would come off the ropes and hit a running senton splash for a two count.

Jamal would get up slowly and manage to dropkick Ricker to keep him away for a few moments. Ricker would go for another suplex, but Jamal would get behind him and Jamal would give Ricker a dragon (full nelson) suplex into a bridge for a two count. Jamal would go up top, but get crotched by Ricker who would follow up with a super DDT on Jamal. Ricker would put an arm on Jamal and get a very close two count out of it. Jamal would take over for a bit hitting some big time slams that would keep Ricker off of his guard. Jamal would go for The Rockstar, but Ricker would just throw him forward and over the top rope to the outside. Ricker in true face fashion would not allow Jamal to lose by count out and he would throw him back into the ring.

Jamal however in true heel fashion would kick Ricker between the legs when the ref was not watching him. Jamal would cover and get a two count after the low blow. Jamal would get to lock in the texas cloverleaf this time wrenching the back and the legs of his opponent before Ricker would eventually get to the ropes. Ricker would look hurt and Jamal would take advantage by delivering a backbreaker that would get him another two count. Jamal would let Ricker up and hit a hard right that Ricker showed no effects from. A second and a third with the same reaction. Ricker would let out a primal scream before spearing Jamal to the mat. Ricker would mount Jamal and make his face his punching bag for about thirty second before the ref made him get up. Jamal would get to his feet and Ricker would give him another spinebuster before signaling that the end was upon us. Ricker would pick up Jamal and go for The Fate Sealer, but mid move Jamal would reverse into The Rockstar!!!!!!! Jamal would cover and get the three count in a heck of a good match.

Winner:

[Michael Saint]

[glow=limegreen,2,300]X Division Championship[/glow]

El Chupacabra(c)

Vs


Michael Saint

Special Ref

President Mac

Guest Enforcer

Shadow Man

Bullet With The Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumpkins blares over the PA and a cloud of smoke fills the entrance way as Chupa comes to the ring.

*Lights in the arena go out*

*House of the Rising Sun by The Animals hits on the PA as Michael Saint starts to make his way to the ring with a white spotlight shinning on him. *

Announcer: From Los Angeles, California weighing in at one-hundred and seventy-five pounds. He is the EwC Vice President and The Franchise Michael Saint!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Saint enters the ring and walks to the center before taking a knee. Saint puts out his arms looking on at the crowd.*

(The bell rings and the two men circle one another in the center of the ring. We get a lock up and neither man gives an inch. Chupa with a boot and goes for a suplex, but Saint is able to reverse and go for one of his own, but Chupa is able to wiggle away before he can get it off. Saint with a go behind into a waist lock and a takedown. Saint goes for The Franchise Choke, but Chupa is able to get to the ropes and force a break. Chupa with a trip and goes for the Chupacabra Crossface, but Saint is able to get out of the hold and get away. Saint goes for a DDT, but Chupa reverses and goes for a northern lights, but Saint reverses back and nails a tornado DDT! Saint picks up Chupa and sets up for The Franchiser, but Chupa backdrops his way out of the hold. Chupa with a set up and goes for the X Termination, but Saint gets out of the hold as well.)

Caan: Wow I did not think Saint would stil have it in him.

Madden: Are you on crack man! Saint is a legend! He can go trust me.

(We are a stand still as neither man is able to get an advantage. Chupa with a go behind into a hammerlock and wrenches the hold, before Saint is able to reverse into a snapmare. Saint with a stiff kick to the back of Chupa's spine. Saint off the ropes on the other side and hits a one legged dropkick to the face of the seated Chupa. Saint with a cover 1..2..kickout by Chupa. Both men up and Saint with a boot. Saint picks up Chupa and his him up for a verticle suplex. Saint stands around for 90 seconds before falling back to the mat. The crowd goes wild as Saint goes up top. Saint flies off with an elbow drop, but Chupa rolls out of the way. Chupa up and hits a knee shinning wizard to the face of Saint. Chupa with a standing moonsault for a two count. Saint is up and clotheslines down Chupa.)

Caan: I really can't believe this match. Saint is going all out and Mac is actually being fair.

Madden: Saint wants to beat Chupa and get a title shot. Mac will be fair for as long as he can be.

(Chupa is up and goes for a DDT, but Saint picks him up into a powerbomb position and then Chupa with a hurricanrana. Chupa hooks the legs 1..2..kickout! Both men up. Chupa goes for another hurricanerana, but Saint is able to reverse and powerbomb Chupa back first into a turnbuckle. Saint picks up Chupa and signals for the end, but Chupa gets under his legs and hits a leaping neckbreaker. Chupa picks up Saint who goes for another powerbomb, but Saint is taken over the top by Chupa. Chupa off the ropes and goes back with a front flip over the top into a seated senton on Saint. Chupa up slowly and throws Saint back into the ring. Chupa with a springboard shooting star press back into the ring onto Saint. Cover 1..2..kickout by Saint! Chupa goes up top and gets crotched! Saint gets up on the top with Chupa and gives him an inverted STO off the top rope!)

Caan: Holy cow!

Madden: I have never seen a move like that in my life.

(Saint rolls over Chupa and covers 1..2..kickout by Chupa just barely. Saint picks up Chupa who goes for a northern lights, but Saint drops down and locks in The Franchise Choke! Saint has Chupa in a chokehold in the center of the ring. Chupa reaches for the ropes, but he is nowhere near them. Mac checks Chupa's arm. Drops once! Drops twice! Not a third time though! Chupa is able to power himself to a standing position and hit a modified sitdown powerbomb on Saint! Chupa sits up and puts an arm on Saint 1..2..kickout by Saint. Shadow Man watches on intently as Mac looks on in amazement in the ring. Both men are to their feet and Chupa with a clothesline on Saint. Saint up and gets a dropkick! Saint up a third time and gets flapjacked into a corner! Saint to a knee and gets a running enzuigiri kick from Chupa 1..2..kickout! Saint is up and Chupa with a boot! Chupa connects with a Spinning Brainbuster DDT!)

Caan: Mindbender!

Madden: Saint put up a fight, but it was not meant to be it seems.

(Chupa covers 1..2..kickout! )

Caan: How?

Madden: I wish I knew.

(Even Mac is in shock as Saint gets to his feet with a crazy look in his eyes. Chupa goes for a haymaker, but Saint stops him and hits a european uppercut! A second! A third! A forth! Chupa is reeling. Saint off the ropes and hits a running european uppercut! Chupa sits on the mat and gets a diving european uppercut from Saint! Saint up top and hits another diving european uppercut! Saint covers 1..2..kickout by Chupa! Chupa is barely standing and gets a boot from Saint. Saint with a set up and The Franchiser! Saint with a cover 1..2..kickout by Chupa!)

Caan: This is crazy!

Madden: Very few have ever kicked out of that cradle piledriver from Saint.

( Saint charges Chupa who comes off with a Superkick out of nowhere! Chupa is up and acts like he is going to cover Saint, but Mac pulls him away! Shadow Man in the ring and hits Mac in the back with a chair! )

Madden: One problem solved.

Caan: So it would seem.

(Shadow Man with the chair cocked back and is going to nail Saint, but Chupa stops him. Chupa yells at Shadow Man that "he does not want to win like that". Shadow Man acts as if he is going to comply before he flattens Chupa with a stiff chair shot! Shadow Man spits on Chupa and walks out of the match. Saint falls on top of Chupa for a cover. After a few seconds Mac starts to count 1..2..Chupa kicks out! )

Caan: No way

Madden: He wants the gold.

( Saint with a european uppercut to Chupa and hit has no effect! A second with no effect. A third! Chupa with a headbutt to Saint. Saint up and gets A Corkscrew Kick! Chupa picks up Saint and has a chair set up in the middle of the ring. Chupa with A Brainbuster! Chupa rolls to a standing position holding Saint and delivers a second Brainbuster!!! Chupa rolls through to a stand again and Mindbender onto the chair set up verticle in the ring! Mac is on the mat telling Chupa to just pin him. Chupa shakes his head no. Chupa drags Saint to the a corner before going up top and coming off with The 5150! Cover a hesitant Mac counts 1........2..............3!!!!!)

Winner and STILL XCITEMENT CHAMPION:

Post Match

Post match Mac gets out of the ring and walks up the ramp. Chupa picks up Saint who is holding his head. Saint pushes Chupa away. Chupa extends his hand and we got the two brothers giving a handshake in the middle of the ring. Saint raises Chupa's hand in the air when all of a sudden the lights go out! A few seconds later the lights come back on and we see Maddog standing on the entrance ramp. Saint and Chupa have a look of amazement on their faces. Maddog has a wicked smile on his face as he snaps his fingers and gallons upon gallons of water fall from the ceiling drenching the VP and the Number One Contender! Maddog laughs as we fade out on the scene.