FN'R/SNR Munich, Ger - 3/21/2008

[Michael Saint]

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

Hometown Match
Nigel McGuiness vs Alex Wright

The match would begin with Alex Wright trying to initiate a dance contest. Nigel would have none of that and instead would cream Wright with a clothesline. He would stomp Wright for several minutes, picking him up and dropping him over the top rope. Nigel would then hop over the top rope, snapping Wright's neck over the rope.

Nigel would then pull Wright to the outside and pound on him with his fist, swinging him into the ring barrier, and then running in, smashing Wright's head between his boot and the barrier. Nigel would then get back into the ring and taunt the fans as Wright was counted out.

Winner- Nigel McGuiness

[glow=blue,2,300]Rush Main Event[/glow]
Jason Taylor vs Morrigan

<Jason Taylor stands in the ring as we come back from commercial..>

Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring now... Morrigan!

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

DING DING DING!

Kahn: Morrigan isn't even waiting for the bell.

<Morrigan pulls Taylor up and begins pounding on him with several stiff shots, backing him into the corner, as Morrigan kicks him in the stomach several times before shotting him off into the opposite corner and following him in with a dropkick.>

Madden: He's gonna kill him!

<Morrigan then takes him out of the corner with a bulldog, he then stalks over Taylor as he pulls himself up lowly. Once at a stumbling vertical stance, Morrigan takes him over in a half-nelson suplex and stomps him a couple times.>

Kahn: Morrigan is absolutely vicious!

<Morrigan then lifts Taylor up and drops him with a Beltaine Bomb and goes for a pin.>

Madden: Huge move!

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

DING DING DING!

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner-

<He is cut off when Logan Strength runs in and shoves Morrigan through the ropes to the outside. He then picks up Taylor and hits him with a Grave Digger. he then taunts the crowd and points to himself while telling the audience he is the best in the EWC.>

[Michael Saint]

(Rampage opens backstage where we see Michael Saint and El Chupacabra talking to someone. We are unable to see who.)

Saint: What I am saying to you is that you deserve better. You were treated unfairly on that show. You were made to be a fool. You are better than that. What you do by putting your name on that paper is to come back to your home where you belong.

Man: What can you offer me?

Chupa: Security and partnership. We can offer you success.

Man: You are offering me a spot in Project F.E.A.R.

Saint: You sign that paper and you can be a part of the dominant thing in this federation.

Man: Like you did to Nunez.

Saint: He has ran into some problems, but he can do better and I personally guarantee you better.

Man: You make an interesting offer Mr. Saint.

Chupa: Look kid you have it. You have what it takes. You can be a star. We can see that in you. All you have to do is sign the dotted line and you get to move on to wrestling greatness. By your side will be four other men and one Vice President. You will have the power with us, because FEAR is all about power.

Man: And you say I will definetly become the star I deserve to be.

Saint: Yes

(The man signs the paper and hands it to Saint.)

Saint: Welcome to Rampage, welcome to Project F.E.A.R., and welcome to superstardom.

(Fade to the ring)

“The Shape of Punk To Come” by Refused rings out across the PA as the crowd get to their feet. Crazyman marches down to the ring, the Television Championship around his waist and a barbed wire-covered baseball bat in his hand.

Kahn: Here comes one of the lumberjacks for our main event.

Madden: And he’s packing some heavy-duty weaponry!

Crazyman tosses the bat into the ring and rolls in after it. He gets to his feet, grabbing the bat on his way up, then walks across the ring and calls for a microphone. He paces the ring as his music and the audience die down.

Crazyman: I got a lot to say, so why don’t I get straight to it? First thing I suppose I ought to do is explain this pretty-lookin’ piece of wood and metal I’m carrying. You see, in the not-too-distant future I will get the opportunity to use this bat against a selfish bitch whose arrogance needs to be repaid in pure, unadulterated pain and suffering. But let’s forget about Level One right now…

Laughter wafts through the crowd.

Crazyman: …Let’s talk about a very special show that is only a week away. Of course, I’m talking about Stranglemania 6, the biggest show on the EWC calendar! And I’m proud to be a part of that show. Wrestling for the United States Championship, the number two belt on this brand, against one of the brightest stars in this company - well, that’s certainly some achievement.

But unfortunately for my opponent, someone had the poor judgement to place us in a ring surrounded by barbed wire, and as our little match a couple of weeks ago proved, barbed wire is no friend of Beth Harte.

Now Beth, I came out here for a number of reasons, but one of them was to apologise. Two weeks ago, my cousin and I had a very clear objective. It was our hope to show you where you were headed if you kept walking down the road El Chupacabra has put you on. But I admit, we may have gone too far.

“Rockstar” by Prima J hit’s the speakers as Beth Harte slowly walks down the ramp with the United States Championship over her shoulder. Her anger is barely contained behind an unimpressed look on her face.

Kahn: Beth Harte does not look pleased, Mark.

Madden: I hate to see that pretty face look angry, but I must admit it kind of turns me on.

Kahn: She’s young enough to be your daughter.

Madden: And?

Beth walks around the ring, grabs a microphone, then climbs up and through the ropes. She walks straight up to Crazyman.

Beth: So let me get this straight. You came out here, bored the hell out of everyone and wasted good TV time… to apologise?

Crazyman shrugs.

Crazyman: I guess so.

Beth: Well, Crazyman, in case you forgot, you and your cousin powerbombed me through a flaming table. No offence, but that’s hard to forgive.

Crazyman: I’m sorry to hear that, Beth. I had hoped that maybe a little tough love would have opened your eyes.

Beth: Well, you see, that’s where you’re wrong, Crazy, because my eyes were always open. You have this strange notion that Chupa is somehow corrupting me. But did you ever think that maybe I wanted his guidance?

Crazyman: Beth, think about what you’re saying…

Beth: Believe me, Crazyman, I have. El Chupacabra is the greatest wrestler in this company - in this business! And with his guidance, I have shot through the ranks of this company. Look at me, Crazy. I’m the United States Champion, and I owe that to having the best mentor in wrestling. While you and your friends wallow in the midcard, I work the top matches week in and week out. While you work so hard to defend your TV title, I defend the United States Champion against the best this company has to offer, and I beat them. Hell, I’ve beaten that piece of crap Level One time and again, and apparently he’s World Championship material! I am among the elite in the EWC.

Crazyman: But at what cost, Beth? At what cost to your soul?

Beth: You worry about your twisted mind, and I’ll worry about my soul. I don’t need you to be my moral compass.

Crazyman: That’s a damn shame, Beth. I offered you the hand of friendship, to guide you off this path to inevitable destruction, and you refused. That’s OK, that’s your prerogative. But I must admit, I’m glad your mother’s not here to see what you’ve become, because it would break her heart-

Crazyman is cut off by a slap across the face from Beth Harte, clearly hurt and incredibly angry at what he has just said. The crowd yells as Crazyman stands motionless, before turning his face back towards Beth before shrugging and slowly nodding his head.

Beth: At least I showed my mother the love and respect she deserved, unlike a certain spoiled little bastard I could mention.

Crazyman: …You wanna get personal with me, Beth?

Beth smirks.

Beth: Maybe.

The anger in Crazyman’s eyes is obvious, but he swallows it down.

Crazyman: Well hell, why not? All the more reason to break you, Beth.

Beth: Are you done? Because I really don’t need to hear your bullshit threats.

Crazyman: Actually, there was something I wanted to run by you. I couldn’t help but notice in our match at Stranglemania, the stipulations favour me. The rewards are greater for me than they are for you. It seems to me like you’re gonna bleed for very little payoff.

Beth: Other than beating you at your own game, I guess you’re right. What’s your point?

Crazyman: Well, you see, Beth, a man’s gotta have his pride, and I’m a proud man. Going into Stranglemania and knowing that I don’t have as much to lose… irks me.

Beth: Stop beating around the bush! What are you saying, Crazyman?

Crazyman: I’m saying, since we’re both champions, why don’t we put it all on the line at Stranglemania? I’m saying Title Vs Title. Your US Championship versus my Television Championship.

Beth: You can’t hold more than one singles title.

Crazyman: But Beth, think about how great it would feel if you were to beat me and take away the title I’ve defended with all my heart for the last three and a half months. You can do whatever you want with it - you can throw it in the trash, you can hand it over to one of your friends, you can give it to Saint and say, “Make sure it finds a good home.” You can strip me of the Television Title, and I will never, ever wrestle for it again. How does that sound?

Beth: I’ve got to admit, that does sound pretty good. To beat you to a pulp and take away your title… yeah, that sounds pretty damn good! But Crazy, what’s going to happen to your pride when I pin you at Stranglemania?

Crazyman: What’s going to happen to your pretty face when I drive old Barbie here through your skull?

Crazyman steps back and drops the microphone. He and Beth trade insults as he climbs out of the ring, before Crazyman turns around and walks back up the ramp, his face contorted with barely concealed rage. Beth watches him walk away, her body language betraying her emotions.

Kahn: Strong words shared between the United States Champion and her challenger!

Madden: Oh, it’s gotten personal, Kahn! Title Vs Title, and you can bet they can’t wait to tear each other apart!

The show cuts to commercial.

Opener TV Title Contenders Match
Amy Rosen vs Barry Brown

"Simon Says Get The F* Up" by Pharoah Monche plays and the bell rings. The ring announcer begins to speak:

"Coming down the aisle,
From Harlem, New York,
Weighing 235 pounds,
'Technically Sound' Barry Brown!!"

Barry Brown strides into the ring, looks into camera, and shrugs his shoulders.

She Blinded Me With SCIENCE!

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

SCIENCE!

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

(The bell rings and we are under way. Right away Amy with a takedown on Barry before going for a submission hold, but Barry does not let her get anything locked in. Barry up and Amy goes for another takedown, but this time Barry just tosses her to the side. Amy charges and Barry is able to press her up over his head. Barry presses Amy up and down a few times before slamming her to the mat. Barry off the ropes before coming back with an elbow drop. Amy is on the mat, but instead of covering her Barry taunts the fans for a bit. Amy is up and Barry turns around getting a dropkick from Amy. Barry does not let her get on the offense long before he gives her a hard powerslam. Barry goes for a cover with one foot, but Amy grabs his leg and turns him right into an ankle lock!!!)

Khan: Amy with a great counter.

Madden: She knows her way around that ring rather well.

( Barry uses his strength to get himself to the ropes. Both are up and Amy goes for the leg of Barry right away. Amy with a trip, but Barry gets up before anything can come of it. Barry grabs Amy and goes for another powerslam, but she gets out and gives him an inverted hurricanranna! Amy grabs the legs of Barry and starts to lay in kicks to the knee. Amy drags Barry to a corner and gets out of the ring. Amy has the leg of Barry and slams it into a ring post! Amy slams it into the ring post for a second time. A third time! A fourth time! Amy backs up a little bit and acts like she is going to do it a third time, but Barry brings back his legs and Amy gets posted!!!!! Amy falls down to the ground hard.)

Khan: She wasted time.

Madden: Big mistake on her part.

( Barry gets out of the ring. Amy stands up and Barry rams her head first into the ring post. Barry picks up Amy and does it a second time. Amy is now bleeding! Barry picks up Amy who rakes his eyes. Amy shakes the cobwebs loose and then hits a forearm to the head of Barry. Amy gets on the apron as Barry gets to her feet. Amy leaps off the apron going for a hurricanranna, but is caught by Barry. Barry with a powerbomb on the concrete!!!!!! Barry is not down him still has Amy for a powerbomb and swings her into the gaurdrail with the side of her head connecting with it!!!!!! Barry crawls back in the ring and yells at the ref.

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Amy is back in the ring! Barry picks up Amy and then drives her down to the mat with a powerbomb!!!

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kickout by Amy!!!!!!!)

Khan: So close!

Madden: Amy gets out and saves the match.

( Barry sets picks up Amy and sets up for another powerbomb, but Amy drops down and grabs the leg of Barry. Amy stands up and gives Barry a dragon screw leg whip!!!! Amy still hanging on picks up Barry and knee breaker!!!!! Amy is not done as she locks Barry in a figure four leg lock!!!!!! Barry is screaming in agony as he reaches out for the ropes, but is not able to get to them. Amy wrenches the hold and Barry is able to reverse the pressure on the hold. Barry is barely able to walk around the ring and Amy runs up from behind with chop block!!!! Amy has the legs of Barry and again leaves the ring. Amy with a figure four around the ring post!!!! Barry is once again in pain. The ref goes outside and yells at Amy. Ref forces Amy to break the hold.)

Khan: The damage is done.

Madden: It would seem that way at least.

(Amy is on the apron and Barry to his feet he suplex's Amy into the ring. Barry starts to move around the ring getting the feeling back in his leg. Amy goes for another chop block, but Barry moves out of the way and then puts Amy on the mat head first with an implant DDT!!!!! Barry to his feet and signals for the end of the match. Barry with Death by Degrees, but Amy lands on the top rope! Barry does not know Amy is just fine. Barry turns around and Amy comes off the top with a modified version of Eureka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Amy crawls over to her motionless opponent

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Winner: Amy Rosen

( Open up backstage where we see Maddog walking down a hall way. The lights go out.)

Maddog: What the fuck

(The lights flicker on and we see Ricker at the end of the hallway. )

Maddog: You!

(The lights go out again and when they come back on Ricker is gone. Maddog looks around as we go to commercial)

[Michael Saint]

(The scene opens backstage, where Level-One walks into Saint’s office. Saint is seen seated at a table, as Level-One makes his way to his desk. Level-One slams his fist on the desks, causing Saint to stand up ready to provide defense for his well being)

Level-One: Michael Saint! What kind of show are you running here? You’re actually going to make me fight, Sean Ferguson while four men that hate me surround the ring like hungry sharks? I’m your main-event for the show, you can’t have me out there like that—they all want to take me out!

Michael Saint: Well maybe you should have thought about that, before you viciously attacked them!

(Level-One shakes his head, as he closes his eyes trying to contain his anger. He takes a deep breath, before opening back up his eyes)

Level-One: FYI smart-ass! I didn’t even attack them! You know full-well, Shadow Man was the one with steel chair in his hands. If it isn’t clear it’s him who’s behind these attacks…Well, than…you’re fucking ! I shouldn’t be punished, because of Shadow Man.

Michael Saint: You know, Level. You do have a point. You are my Main-event for the show, and I did witness the attack in which Crazy Man nearly beat you to death with a barbed wire bat. So for the sake of the show, I hereby throw out the stipulation of the lumber jack match…

Level-One: Really!? Yes, thank you so much—you’re a great GM, honestly!

Michael Saint: …Under the stipulation, you join Project Fear. Not only will I throw out the stipulation, I will also make sure you pull out a victory against Shadow Man at Strangle Mania.

(Level-One is slightly taken aback by this, as Lena Katina enters Saint’s office. She laughs before shaking her head, in disagreement)

Lena Katina: Michael Saint, you will NOT be lifting the lumber-jack stipulation. You may have a bit more power than me, but you’re not above President Mac—and he himself made the call that this match will happen tonight!

Level-One: Are you kidding me? This is bullshit! If I get injured good luck finding a new opponent for Shadow Man, who actually stands a chance in beating him! I’m out of here!

(Level-One pushes his way past Lena, before leaving the locker room. The blood rushes to Saint’s face, as he turns red)

Michael Saint: He’s never going to join project FEAR now!

(Lena laughs, as she walks out the locker room. Saint shakes his head, before taking a seat in his chair. Saint strokes his chin, before a slight smile forms across his face)

Michael Saint: …Or maybe, he will.

(Open at the ring)

Tag Team Street Fight
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Acid &

Ebon enters bouncing to the beat of "I Am Loco" by Ill Nino and is always very hyped up. Ebon and Dread run down to the ring and slides in under the ropes they jump a turnbuckle and play to the crowd to a sea of cheers from the fans

lights in the arena go out as the intro to Antichrist Superstar begins to play. BANG the music kicks in and a red light shows on the entrance way as fire shoots up on either side of it. Chupa and Acid enter and walk to the ring at a deliberate pace.


(The bell rings and we are underway. Ebon and Chupa in one area Acid and Dread in another. We got a war going on. Chupa and Acid take a man to a corner before whipping the former tag team champions into one another. Ebon stumbles to his feet and gets a double team suplex from Acid and Chupa. Dreadnaught gets up and Chupa with a knee enzuigiri! Dread is on the mat. Chupa hits the ropes and when he comes back Acid presses him into the air and then drops him down on top of Dreadnaught into a cover

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kickout by Dreadnaught. Ebon is up and takes Chupa out of the ring. Dreadnaught barely on his feet as Acid kicks him in the gut before powerbombing him into a turnbuckle.)

Khan: This is not what I expected.

Madden: I would never have thought Acid and Chupa would dominate Full Metal like this.

(Ebon with some stiff shots on the gut of Chupa. Chupa stops the flurry, but raking the eyes of Ebon Chupa backs up and gets a running start. Ebon goes to backdrop Chupa over the gaurdrail, but Chupa is able to land on his feet on the gaurdrail! Chupa leaps off the guardrail with a tornado DDT onto Ebon!!!!!!!! Acid takes Dreadnaught to the corner and mounts the middle rope. Tea Bag onto Dreadnaught!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Its over!

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Chupa tells Acid to get off. Acid looks confused, but Chupa tells him to do it again! Acid on the middle rope another Tea Bag!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Acid goes to cover again, but Chupa yells again one last time. Third Tea Bag!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Ebon breaks up the sure pin fall.)

Khan: Lucky for Dread.

Madden: Oh yeah he just got Acid's nuts on his face he is really lucky.

( Chupa rolls out as Ebon and Acid trade blows with one another. Chupa comes out with a giant pain of glass as well as a chair. Acid nailes Ebon before planting him on the mat with a DDT. Chupa sets the chair up before putting the pain of glass in a corner. Chupa comes over to Ebon. Unholy Driver on Ebon! A second Unholy Driver! A third this one onto the chair set up in the center of the ring!!!!!!! Once again Chupa gets out of the ring this time getting the steel steps . Dread is to his feet. Acid grabs Dreadnaught and Spinebuster putting Dreadnaught through the pain of glass in the corner!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Khan: Dread is no longer alive.

Madden: This is just wow.

(Chupa sets up the steps in the center of the ring. Acid picks up Ebon. Acid and Chupa with a Double Powerbomb onto the steel steps!!!!!!!!!! Chupa gets on the top rope and Acid grabs Dreadnaught in the 3D position. Chupa leaps off driving Dreadnaught head first into the mat with a DDT!!!!!! Acid covers Dreadnaught

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Winners:Acid &



(Chupa and Acid leave the ring where we see Ebon and Dreadnaught lying as we go to backstage)

(Level-One is seen walking backstage accompanied by Mr. Jones. Level-One paces back and forth, on a cell-phone)

Level-One: What do you mean, I’m manipulating you?

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Level-One: Damn it Shadow Man! I told you, I got to the bottom of the case…I know who shot you!

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Level-One: Trust me, if you want to know who shot you—you better get down to this arena.

(Level-One turns around, to see Shadow Man holding a cell-phone he hands it up before tossing it to the side. Level-One backs it up, and lifts the brief-case)

Level-One: Oh, look at this brief-case! Inside it contains, the information on who shot you.

Shadow Man: Pass it over, Level!

Level-One: Whoa, back it up—and slow it down, home slice! You get this brief case, as soon as you do something for me.

Shadow Man: …I’m not doing this again.

Level-One: Look, I need you to watch my back in my match tonight. I’ve got four men in which all want to kill me, I need you to be out there to save my ass—if need be. As a matter of fact--just make sure you’re out there regardless. If you follow through, you’ll find out that exactly it was who shot you—and I’ll see you at Strangle Mania…Buddy!

(Level-One stares at Shadow Man before walking off—brief case in hand. Shadow Man watches Level-One walk off as he nod’s his head in disgust as we go to commercial)

[Michael Saint]

(Chupa confronts Saint as we come back from commercial)
Chupa: What the hell is up with offering him a spot in FEAR?

Saint: It is nothing personal it is business.

Chupa: With a man I can't stand.

Saint: Well get over it. We need to do what is right. He is in the head of Shadow Man he can get us the title.

Chupa: He won't make it out of that ring tonight.

Saint: If you hurt him or cost him the match I will fire you!

Chupa: Fuck you. Fine, but I am not happy about this.


(Fade)

(Open backstage where we see Maddog sitting. Water all of a sudden starts to pour from the ceiling. Maddog looks around and no one is near where he is.)

Maddog: Ok asshole you want to play mind games with me lets play some games prick.

(fade to the ring.)

Tag Team Match
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Vs

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Ann: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first…

Beth makes her way to the ring, waving to the fans, and then slides into the ring and stands on the far turnbuckle and raises her arms.

Ann: “From an unknown location… weighing in at 98 pounds… Beth Harte!”

The silence of the crowd stirs around the atmosphere of the arena as it suddenly becomes disturbed by the sound of a horrific and deafening scream, a white mist begins to seep through from the ramp way, its swirling life source, only to cast itself lovingly into the air and towards the stage. The fans emptied eyes catch sight of the furious flickering of a large and diminishing light that seated itself comfortably above the ring, those emptied eyes only to catch sight of all the others that seemed to be following the same cruel fate as the first…short breaks of life and death emerge between each and every one of them as it spreads thoughtlessly across the arena. The crowd looks on worried, each and every face being filled with simple fear as their hearts beat rhythmically with the flickering lights of death… a sickening blue light only to swoon over the crowd. Just as any search light does when picking sight of its criminal… another one only to follow it in its quest. The two vibrant blue lights only to stop their search and cast a bright blue spotlight onto the center stage, meanwhile the scream begins to die out carefully. Suddenly a large circle of fire arises in a quick counter-clockwise motion, before exploding upwards as a tall dark figure appears within the center of the flames. Followed just seconds later by the pounding beats of "Digging up the Corpses" by DevilDriver blares across the helpless PA system. The delicate ears of the worried audience only to be crushed with pain as it drums through thoroughly...

Ann: “And her partner…”

A masculine figure being recognized as the arena’s lights begins to fade into a dull dim… allowing the enticed eyes of the audience to rest upon his face, a tiny vulgar smirk placed firmly upon his cold pink lips as his intense white-out eyes survey the sea of fans…

Ann: “From an unknown location… weighing in at 260 pounds… Victor Hades!”

The blazing lights only to revive slowly as it beams down upon the man that stands confidentially in place before casually strolling down the ramp, a dark trenchcoat clinging securely to his frame buttoned down the center of his torso. Measuring each step as if every inch closer towards the ring sent a chill down the audience’s spine, while his arms dangling freely at each side. As he swayed them carefully moving along stepping over the black mats, before taking a sudden step placing his right knee onto the apron, tugging himself up as he grasped the middle rope pulling his weight onto the apron. Stepping into the ring as the silence remained throughout the arena, as he carefully motions towards the center of the ring. Standing motionless as he brings his hands chest-level, while in a prayer palms pressed and fingertips parallel vertically. Silently muttering words to himself before snapping his head back as his dredlocks fly from his face, within that moment all four turnbuckle posts are lit up by the explosive pyrotechnics as they erupt. He then lowers his arms and calmly exhales turning to the stage awaiting his opponent…

Ann: “And the opponents…”

Lights go out Angels stands at the top of the ramp with her arms outstretched. Fireworks crisscross in front of her as she pumps her arms in the air to boost the crowd cheers. The then slowly walks down the ramp and baseball slides into the ring. Once inside the ring she walks over to one of the corner climbs up the ropes and pumps her fists in the air.

Ann: “from an unknown location… weighing in at 150 pounds… Angel!”

“Domination” by Pantera starts to play.

Ann: “And her partner…”

Deniro walks to the ring.

Ann: “From Houston, Texas… weighing in at 283 pounds… Deniro!”

Ding! Ding!

Beth Harte and Angel start things off in the middle of the ring, with Beth charging forward and taking Angel down with a reverse bulldog. Beth lifts Angel back to her feet only to knock her back down with a tornado punch, followed up by a jumping double chest stomp.

Khan: Beth lucky

Madden: Yeah lucky Angel was not wearing high heels.

Beth walks over to her corner and tags in Victor. Angel gets to her feet only to have Victor hit her with a swinging neckbreaker. Angel slowly crawls her way to her feet. Victor moves in, and kicks her in the stomach and hits her with the Evenflow DDT. Victor stomps at her over and over, before lifting her back to her feet and planting her on her head with a Cradle Piledriver.

Madden: Jerry Lynn would be proud

Khan: Or jealous cause someone that a more talented person stole his move.

Victor drags Angel back to her feet and whips her into the ropes. Angel rebounds back, and is able to counter Victor’s attempt with a running DDT. Angel gets back to her feet and rushes into the ropes, and comes back with a running leg drop across Victor’s chest. Victor rolls to his feet, and walks right into a slap in the face from Angel, followed up by a roundhouse kick to the chest that knocks Victor back down. Angel dives into her corner and tags in Deniro. Victor charges him after getting up, only to run right into a spinebuster slam. Victor slowly gets to his feet as Deniro kicks him in the ribs and takes a swing at Deniro. Deniro catches the attempt, and pulls Victor into a Trap Suplex. Deniro lifts him back to his feet, boots him in the stomach and slams him to the mat with a sit-out powerbomb, holding on for a cover.

Khan: “Sit-Out Powerbomb!”

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THR

Madden: “Tha, Tha, Tha, That’s a kickout folks!”

Victor rolls as quickly as he can to his corner, tagging in Beth Harte. Beth rushes in and ducks under a clothesline attempt from Deniro and hits him with a Neckbreaker. Deniro rolls back to his feet only to take a spinning back elbow from Beth that knocks him into the corner. Beth goes to the opposite corner, and rushes, connecting with a Handspring Elbow Smash, followed by a Bulldog and a Standing Moonsault.

Beth drags Deniro to his feet and rushes at him after bouncing into the ropes, and goes right into a Powerslam. Deniro brings Beth to her feet and lays her out with a Tiger Suplex. Deniro again lifts Beth to her feet, before hitting Victor Hades with a big boot that sends him flying into the guardrail and hitting a T-Bone Suplex on Beth before going for the pin.

Khan: “This could do it!”

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Madden: “Tha, Tha, That little firecracker kicked out!”

Deniro gets back to his feet and tags in Angel. Angel lifts Beth to her feet, only to have Beth wrap her up and hit her with the Side Effect. Beth does not release her hold on Angel however, and rolls back to her feet, hitting Angel with the Complete Shot. Beth superkicks Deniro in the jaw knocking him down to the floor and climbs up to the top rope, jumping backwards and doing a 450 flip, hitting the Harte Attack on Angel, before making the cover.

Khan: “Harte Attack!’

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Madden: “Tha, Tha, Tha, That’s all folks”

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THREE

Ann: “Here are your winners… &

(Commercial)

Level One walks down a hallway backstage, Mr Jones following behind him, carrying the suitcase with all their evidence in it.

Level One: Sometimes I wonder why I’m even doing this! I spent all this time finding out who shot Shadow Man, and how does he repay me?

Mr Jones: He did save you from Na Fianna last week.

Level One: Yeah, like I need saving from those morons!

They walk into a room with several tables of food set up. Level One walks along the buffet tables, looking at the food.

Level One: I got so much on my mind right now. Stranglemania is a week away, and here I am having to fight Sean Ferguson tonight, as well as gather all this evidence.

Level One bangs his fist against the table.

Level One: And who ate all the damn salmon!?

Crazyman: Yeah, sorry about that. My cousin loves that crap.

Level One and Mr Jones spin round to see Crazyman sitting on a chair in the corner. Leaning against the chair is a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. Standing beside him is Rorschach.

Crazyman: Personally I thought it sucked.

Level One: You want something?

Crazyman: Us? No. I was just looking for you to say good luck.

Level One smirks.

Level One: Luck of the Irish, I guess? You didn’t seem so lucky when I beat you last week.

Crazyman stands up as he speaks.

Crazyman: You mean, when Shadow Man pinned my cousin and then saved you from the ass kicking you rightly deserve? Yeah, I suppose you were the lucky one.

Crazyman picks up the bat.

Level One: So now what, you’re coming to finish the job? When are you going to get it through your thick skull that you can’t hurt me, Crazyman? Haven’t I beaten you enough already? But if you want to try again right here-

Crazyman: Now why would I do that? Why would I want to beat the hell out of you in a buffet area when I get the chance to do it tonight in front of an audience of millions? No, Level, I’m not gonna touch you right now. I’ll have plenty of opportunities when Sean knocks you out of the ring.

Level One: That’s right, you and all the other vultures will gang up on me then. Jealousy is an awful thing, Crazy. Well I’m sorry you can’t all be like me.

Crazyman: You’re right, Level, you’re right. We’re not like you. I’m certainly not like you. I don’t attack people in the dark, when they’re at their weakest. I don’t turn on my friends and family. I don’t put the people I love in danger-

Level steps up to Crazyman’s face.

Level One: You better watch your mouth, Crazyman. We still have unfinished business after what you called Kayla.

Crazyman: When are you going to get it through your thick skull, Level? Our business is never finished. This will never be over.

Level One grins.

Level One: You can only ride my coattails for so long, Crazy. After Stranglemania I’ll be too far ahead for you to catch up.

Crazyman: Well, I certainly hope you do well, because I got a grand ridin’ on ya.

Level One: Excuse me?

Crazyman: Yeah, I bet DJ Jones $1,000 that Shadow Man would beat you within four minutes. DJ said two minutes, but I have more faith in ya.

Level One: That’s real funny, but we’ll see who’s laughing when I do something you’ll never do, and that’s become World Champion.

Crazyman: Hey, you have your fun in the spotlight. I’m not gonna begrudge you that. But while you get your ass handed to you by Shadow Man, I’ll be celebrating my victory over Beth Harte - something you’ll never do.

Level One: Big deal? I’m past that little bitch, just like I’m past you.

Crazyman smiles.

Crazyman: And yet here I am, standing in front of you right now.

Level One looks Crazyman in the eyes. He steps to the left, and Crazyman follows him. Level steps to the right, and Crazyman follows him again.

Level One: To hell with you, Crazyman! I can kick your ass any night of the week, so don’t get cocky with me.

Crazyman keeps smiling as he steps back. He lifts the bat up and rests it against his shoulder before turning towards the door.

Crazyman: We’ll see you out there, Level.

Crazyman walks towards the door as Rorschach steps up next to him. Crazyman turns his head back just before he leaves.

Crazyman: Good luck!

Crazyman and Rorschach walk out, leaving Level One and Mr Jones alone in the room.

Level One: To hell with that son of a bitch. He wants to be cocky with me? We’ll see if he’s still smiling after tonight!

Level-One stops before looking around him, in worry.

Level One: Where's the case? Damn it! They stole the case, Crazyman and Rorschach took the briefcase!

Jones shakes his head, as both Level-One and Mr. Jones run after Na Fianna who look to be long gone.

[Michael Saint]

(We open backstage where Ricker is in the locker room. He looks over to see Maddog's reflection in a mirror. Ricker turns around to see that Maddog is not there.)


[glow=limegreen,2,300]Lumberjack Match[/glow]
Vs

The crunchy guitars of "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson start out and the curtains part just in time for Sean "The Man" Ferguson to burst out onto the stage. The fans in the arena explode, cheering their hero as Sean jogs down the ramp. He stops at ringside and watches the inside of the ring before looking at the fans.

Footage of Ferguson inside and outside the ring flicker amongst red, white, and blue lights in the arena. Sean leaps up onto the apron of the ring before climbing through the ropes, climbing each turnbuckle and saluting the fans that have come to see him.

*Level-One’s music hits . An array of blue lights flash through the darkness of the arena. And from the curtains, Level-One slowly walks out to the top-of the ramp, with loud boos from the crowd. Level-One makes a B-line to the ring as pyro shoots up behind him. Level-One walks towards a crowd, and grabs a sign, ripping it in the process. Level-One than runs into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. Level-One gets up, and jumps up on the corner turn-buckle, signaling he wants his belt back while shouting at a few fans in the process*

Sean Ferguson raises his hardcore title as Level One laughs in his corner. The bell rings, and both men immediately come up, pushing forward. They get nose to nose, and Sean Ferguson shoves Level One. Level One shoves Ferguson back, sending him to the mat and onto his back. An angry Sean Ferguson rushes to his feet, and spears Level One to the mat, and begins wailing away on him furiously! Level One sweeps Ferguson over, and begins to lay in some shots of his own. Both men roll under the bottom rope, but Ferguson maintains his balance, and kicks Level One off of the apron to the floor. Lumberjacks Crazyman and DJ Jones begin stomping Level One! While this is happening, Sean Ferguson then grabs hold of the top rope, and dives over, landing a suicide dive on Level One, taking out DJ and Crazyman as well! El Chupacabra and Rorschach also join in the fray, starting a 4 on 2 beatdown on the opponents. Crazyman slides Ferguson back in the ring, and Chupa slides Level One back in the ring.
Madden: When you try to fight the lumberjacks, they lumberjacks usually win.

Ferguson gets to his feet, and now taking control now sends Level One face first into the turnbuckle! He steps back, and delivers a spear to the cornered Level One!

Khan: No mercy shown by Ferguson.

Sean Ferguson begins laying in shot, but breaks at the ten count. He drags him out to the center of the ring, and quickly takes him back over with a snapmare. While Level One sits up dazed as and Ferguson runs into the ropes. And nails L1 square in the jaw with a vicious seated dropkick! He goes for the pin

1….2

Kickout by Level One!

Ferguson rolls Level One over, pulls him to his feet. He locks him in and attempts to drop him with DDT, but Level One counters, and flips him over his head. Level one then shoots himself off into the ropes, and nearly takes Ferguson’s head off with a huge running big boot! Ferguson hits the mat with a thud!

Madden: Ouch!

Sean Ferguson again gets to his feet, but runs right into a flipping clothesline by Level One! He goes for a pin.

1…2

Leg up by Ferguson.

Khan: Both men showing promise!

Level One stands up, and shoots off into the ropes, but gets his foot grabbed by Barry Brown! Level One doesn’t trip, but he gives Brown the most evil of stares.

Khan: Focus on the match, Level One!

Thanks to the distraction, Ferguson was allowed enough time to clothesline Level One over the top rope, to the outside, and into the waiting arms of the predatory lumberjacks! Crazyman, DJ Jones, and Rorschach begin laying into Level One! But Chupa intervenes and fends off the mob, to help Level One under the bottom rope. Level One gets to his feet, but only for a second as he is taken to the ground with a flying shoulder by Sean Ferguson! Level One crumbles to the mat, and Ferguson motions to the turnbuckle! He begins climbing up, and flips off in a moonsault attempt…

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But there’s nobody home! Ferguson crashes and burns! Both men are down, and the referee begins his count.

Khan: Oh no, it looks like their’s going to be a draw this time….

1…..

2….

Ferguson begins stirring….

3…….

4….

Level One is pulling himself up slowly….


Ferguson is up! But so is Level One!

Level One charges at Sean, but gets stopped quickly by a series of stiff knife edge chops! He forces Level One back to the center of the ring. He backs up to run into the ropes, but Acid jumps up onto the apron! He and Ferguson begin jawing at each other, Level One sees the distraction, and takes advantage. He boots Ferguson in the stomach, and sets him up for the Level Advance! Ferguson gets out of it however, flips off of Level One’s back. He then boots Level One in the stomach, and pulls him into a guillotine choke! Level One is squirming trying to fight his way out of it, and begins pushing toward the ropes…

Madden: My god that is indeed a tight choke…

Khan: I agree, Level One is going to tap any minute now.

Level One pushes toward the ropes, but his face is beet red! Level One reaches out …and grabs hold of the bottom rope! The referee forces Ferguson off of Level One, and Level One rolls over to his stomach, gasping for air. Ferguson gives him no time to breathe, and rips him off of the mat once more, and lays into him with a stiff clothesline! He goes for a pin

1…

2…

Level One gets his foot on the ropes!

Khan: No quit in the former US Champion I see.

Ferguson bangs the mat in frustration, and begins arguing with the referee. Lumberjack DJ Jones takes advantage of the distraction and begins laying into a prone Level One who still lays near the bottom rope. Chupa forces DJ off of Level One, Rorschach gets in Chupa’s face, and a large brouhaha ensues at ringside! Meanwhile, Level One has pulled himself up. Sean Ferguson sees this and charges at Level One, but Level One intelligently pulls down the top rope, causing Sean Ferguson to go flying over the top rope, to the outside, and he ends up taking out the Lumberjacks in the process! Level One goes over to the ropes, and looks like he’s about to go big, but shakes his head no.

Khan: Very smart of Level One.

Madden: I agree. He’s definitely not one to throw himself to the wolves as well, is he?

Chupa finally throws a mauled Sean Ferguson back into the ring, and Level One looks around, and begins laughing. Level One signals that the end is near, but......

Khan: Joey Orsome fromt he crowd!

Madden: What is he doing here? With a chair!!!!

Orsome in the ring. Looks like Level One is in trouble, but Chupa gets in the ring. Orsome and Chupa are face to face as Ferguson is getting to his feet. Orsome and Chupa are yelling at one another and......ORSOME LAYS OUT SEAN FERSUSON WITH THE CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Khan: What!

Madden: I am confused.

Orsome looks at Chupa who extends his hand. Orsome and Chupa shake hands.

Khan: Orsome is on Rampage now!

Madden: And he has joined of all people Project F.E.A.R.!!!!!!!

Level One is confused, but it does not stop him from picking up Ferguson and delivering The Level Advance!!!!! Level One makes the cover as Chupa and Orsome leave the ring area.

1



2



3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Winner:

The match is over and Level One is celebrating when Shadow Man enters the ring with a steel chair in hand. Sean Ferguson with the leverage of the ropes, makes it to his feet. Shadow Man smashes the steel chair into Ferguson’s head! As he collapses and falls to the mat. Level-One is up, and smiling from ear to ear as he leans over Ferguson, and screams into his face before nailing him with a couple of right hands to add salt to his wounds. Level-One is up, as Shadow Man calls for the case. Crazy Man rolls into the ring case in hand, Level-one turns around as Crazy Man attempts to smash the case against his head, Level-One rolls out the ring avoiding the attack.

Crazy Man: Get in here you piece of shit!

Level-One shrugs his shoulders and continues up the ramp, as Mr. Jones makes his way from the back passing Level-One a microphone.

Level-One: Crazy Man, go backstage and mind your business. You’re wasting your time, right now.

Crazy Man sticks up the middle finger, before turning around before standing face to face with Shadow Man. Crazy Man holds the brief case in the air, before placing it into Shadow Man’s hands. Shadow Man grabs the brief case, to the cheer of the fans. The case…




















…Is empty!

Level-One is on the ramp shrugging his shoulders, as the fans literally boo him out the building. Shadow Man’s eyes scan the empty case, as he looks on with complete disappointment. Level-One however, looks to be happy with his tactics as a smile crosses his face.

Level-One: Shadow Man, look dude. I’m sorry this had to go down like this, you know me holding the shooting in-front your face making you do, exactly what I wanted you to do. But I had many people, after me trying to take me out of the main-event at Strangle Mania. I on the other hand, simply couldn’t allow it to happen. I’ve been waiting all my life for this moment, and I’ll be damned if I let one of these mid-carders ruin my spot at the top! So, I used you to take out those same men wanting to take me out. The plan, was pretty much flawless.

Crazy Man looks to Shadow Man, before nodding his head in disgust. Crazy Man reaches over, before tossing a Mic to Shadow Man. Shadow Man holds the microphone to his mouth as the fans chant his name, louder than ever. Shadow Man looks saddened but as the chants continue, a new life is brought into him.

Shadow Man: Level, if you think this low-stunt has helped you in our match—you’re greatly mistaken. What makes you think that everyone you had me screw over, won’t enter our match and ruin it for you at Strangle Mania?

From behind, Level-One—Michael Saint’s music hits. The crowd boo’s as he cockily walks onto the ramp, standing side by side with Level-One. Saint points at himself, before smiling cockily.

Khan: What the hell is he doing out here!

Michael Saint: Because I said so! Your match at Strangle Mania will be contested in a flaming trench warfare match! Where the ropes will be covered in barbed wire, and lit on fire! If anyone even tries to enter the match, not only will they be burnt to a crisp—but they will also lose there job here at the EWC.

The crowd boo’s, as Level-One and Saint shout back at the booing fans. Shadow Man, shakes his head before leaning over the ropes

Shadow Man: All the better!

The crowd cheers, as Level-One nod’s his head disgusted. Level-One lifts the microphone to his mouth, before telling the fans to shut up.

Level-One: Hey, Shadow Man. I hope you don’t take this personal. I had to do what I had to do to survive. If you can’t understand that, than I’m sorry. I just hope we can maintain a friend ship…and if not—Well th—

Saint cuts him off

Michael Saint: …Than you always have a spot in FEAR!

Level-One looks to the side as Michael Saint pats him on his back. Level-One shoves him off, as Saint smiles and walks backstage. Shadow Man grabs his heavyweight title, and nod’s his head at Level-One before uttering the words ‘’That’s low’’ Level-One shakes his head claiming to have nothing to do with it.

Khan: What, Level-One is really going to join FEAR!

Madden: What are you blind, it's clear that Level-One has nothing to do with this!

Shadow Man: See you at Strangle Mania, Level-One!

Shadow Man slams down the microphone before raising his title in the air. Level-One shakes his head, before screaming at the fans in the crowd claiming ‘’He had nothing to do with FEAR’’ Level-One gives up, before pointing at Shadow Man and motioning for the world heavyweight title. Shadow Man smiles, and simply shakes his head. As the two engage in a stare down, from afar and we fade to backstage again.

(We are once again in the FORCE lockerroom where we see Ricker. The door slams shut and Ricker looks over to see no one. Ricker gets up and can see a picture on the door. The picture has a tombstone on it and Ricker's name. Under the name it says "Died March 30, 2008". Ricker stares at the picture as we fade on the scene)

_{Quick Results
Nigel McGuinness Over Alex Wright
Morrigon over Jason Taylor
Amy Rosen over Barry Brown
Acid/Chupa over Full Metal
Beth Harte/Victor Hades over Angel/Marcus Deniro
Level One over Sean Ferguson}