{Opening Scene}

[A scene cuts backstage to the locker room area

[We see Black Widow exiting one of the locker rooms, wearing that trademark smile over face as she pulls at her wrestle top and combs her hand through her hair. As she turns and sees the camera she gives a wink and laughs a seductive laugh, then turns and makes her way down the hall.

[As Widow gets out of camera view, it pans around to the door from which Widow just exited. The plate on the door reads 'Matt Taylor'.

{Match One: Cross vs DaddyMack}

Joey: What the Hell is that psychotic stoner doing now!?

Trunks: Is that..?

Cross is leaning back in the corner unwravelling strands of barbed wire. Daddy Mack is in the opposite corner tightening the gloves on his hands as the bell rings. Mack runs across the ring at Cross who so subtly and calmly pokes Mack in the eye, then kicks him in the nuts and slams his face into the turnbuckle. Mack stumbles back and gets a side suplex from Cross right onto the barbed wire.

Joey: God! I can already tell this match is going to be brutal!

Trunks: YES!

Cross with the early cover but Mack kicks out at one. Cross pulls Mack up by the hair talking trash in his face when Mack shoves Cross' hands out of the way and starts firing off with right hands. Cross stumbles back to the ropes and Daddy Mack runs in with a clothesline taking both men up and over the top rope.

Joey: Cross and Daddy Mack take the action right here at our feet!

Trunks: LOOK OUT!

Daddy Mack goes to slam Cross' face into the announce table but Cross blocks with both hands and smashes Mack's face into the table hard. Mack stumbles back holding his face putting his back to the ring post and Cross comes barrelling in for a clothesline, but Mack moves out of the way and Cross smashes himself into the ring post. The big man falls down on the floor and Mack shakes the cobwebs out of his head and picks Cross up off the floor. Mack whips Cross into the guard rail and takes a few steps back before running at Cross. Cross ducks down and back body drops Mack over the rail and into the crowd. Mack smashes a couple of chairs down flat with his crash landing and fans start to scatter. Cross steps over the guard rail and into the crowd. He grabs a hand full of Mack hair and rips him back to his feet. Cross picks Mack up high above his head for a stalling gorilla press slam, then drops him throat first across the guard rail.

Trunks: Is it just me or has Cross changed his in ring precense since his return?

Joey: He definitely has done something drastic in his life. He's always been a guy that could take you out, but now he just seems...kinda dangerous and relentless.

Mack crashes back to the concrete floor and Cross picks up a chair and slams it down into Macks side. He picks up another and throws it down on top of Mack, and another, soon The Freaks following of fans start chucking chairs on top of Daddy Mack. Cross climbs on top of the barricade encouraging more fans to join in. Soon Mack is covered with folding chairs, once the carnage stops Cross jumps off the rail and splashes the Hell out of Daddy Mack.

Joey: Holy crap!

Trunks: They just ruined his shit.

Cross starts throwing chairs off of Daddy Mack and picks him up before tossing him back over the guard rail. A fan hands Cross a cup of beer and he drinks that shit up with a quickness. Cross climbs back over the rail and kicks Daddy Mack in the side then pulls him back up to his feet and whips him towards the stairs, Mack reverses and sends Cross shoulder first into the metal steps. The ring steps fly off the bottom half and into the guard rail, Cross is laid out and Daddy Mack is laying on the floor in pain.

Joey: Looks like Mack isn't ready to give up just yet.

Trunks: Is he the guy with the hoes and weed?

Joey: No that's Daddymack.

Trunks: ....

Joey: Uhhh the black guy?

Trunks: Oh..alright.

Mack and Cross both get back to their feet Mack picks up a chair and they roll into the ring. Cross gets up with his back to Mack, he stumbles around and gets a chair dented over his head. Cross falls back into the corner, shakes his head and steps back out with a pissed off look across his face.

Joey: What the..

Trunks: He's lost it!

Cross yells at Mack to swing the chair again, Mack looks shocked and goes to swing the chair again, but Cross catches it and pulls the chair out of Macks hands and throws it on the mat. Mack swings a right and Cross blocks, Mack goes for a clothesline. Cross ducks under and catches it with his arm, he spins around behind Mack and DDT's him on the chair. Mack's head bounces off the chair and he rolls over onto his back as blood starts to trickle down from the top of his head. Cross rolls over across Mack for the cover but only gets a two count.

Joey: That was a looong long two.

Trunks: That ref's just mad cause Cross didn't get him high backstage too.

Joey: Too?

Trunks: NOTHING!

Cross slams his hands on the mat obviously getting pissed. He looks behind him and his eyes widen.

Joey: He wouldn't..

Trunks: Oh I think otherwise...bitch!

Cross picks up several strands of barbed wire and starts wrapping himself up in the spiked wires. The crowd roars with excitement as Cross gets himself all wrapped up and pulls Daddy Mack back to his feet and locks him up in a mean looking bear hug.

Trunks: That's gotta hurt both men!

Joey: The lengths Cross will go sometimes, never ceases to amaze me.

Cross swings Mack around like a rag doll before slamming him into the corner. Cross whips Mack across the ring to the opposite corner and runs in after him with a huge Stinger splash. Mack gets crushed in the corner and falls out face first. Cross climbs out to the floor and starts digging under the ring for something as Mack is rolling around on the mat with blood starting to drip down his chest and face. Cross stands back up and holds a big brown bag in his hands, he lifts it up over his head and the crowd starts going nuts. Cross sets it down on the apron and starts to climb back into the ring, when suddenly Daddy Mack jumps up and snaps Cross' neck over the top rope knocking him back down to the floor.

Joey: How can that man come back after so much punishment!?

Cross gets back to his feet and turns around just in time for Mack to come flying down over the top rope crashing down onto Cross. Both men fall to the floor.

Trunks: And how can he be able to do that!?

Daddy Mack pulls a table out from under the ring and slides it in under the bottom rope. He picks Cross up to his feet and rolls him in afterwards. Cross starts crawling up to his feet as Mack slides in and sets up the table in the center of the ring. Mack walks up behind Cross who is in the corner with his back to Mack. Mack grabs him by the shoulder and Cross spins around and throws a FIREBALL IN MACK'S FACE!?!

Trunks: HE'S ON FIRE!!

Joey: OH MY GOD!!

Mack clenches his face and stumbles back, swinging wildly, obviously temporarily blinded. He falls to the mat as the ref quickly dumps a water bottle out on Mack's head. Cross picks up the bag and walks over to the table, he takes the bag by the bottom and dumps it over above the table. Spilling thousands of thumb tacks everywhere!

Joey: No, my God not this too!

Trunks: Cross is like a man possessed tonight!

Joey: Possessed with trying to maim Daddy Mack!

The crowd goes wild, everyone standing to their feet as Cross rips Mack up again and sets him up in front of the table, Cross lifts Mack up into a stalling suplex and stands there as fans start flashing their cameras all over the arena.

Joey: He's gonna kill him!!

Cross slingshots Macks legs off the top rope and when Mack bounces back Cross turns around and hits a huge Michinoku driver putting Mack through the table!

Joey: That must be it! The new move, the Crossover puts Mack right through the table!!

Trunks: HE'S GOT THOUSANDS OF SHARP THUMB TACKS STICKING INTO HIS BODY!!

Cross drags Mack out of the rubble in the middle of the ring and covers him. The ref drops down for the 1...2...3!! The bell rings and Cross gets his hand raised in victory as Edgecrusher blares over the speakers.

Trunks: What a way to kick off Rage!!

{Match Two: Ace Hart vs Matt Matlock}

[Ace Hart in the ring waiting on his opponent. But since Matlock got himself fired last week, Teddy Longfeath just declares Ace Hart the winner and then we have some nerds gets in the ring and play chees for about twenty minutes.

{Match Three: Rhya Michaels vs Hardcore Messiah}

[So this match starts off with Hardcore attacking someone entirely NOT Rhya again. The fans boo at the cowardly act. But then they cheer as Rhya goes outside after him. She whips Hardcore around and starts to smash his face in with fore-arm shots. Hardcore jabs a thumb to the eye and then whips Rhya into the apron. She hits and arches her back in pain. Hardcore takes Rhya an rolls her into the ring. Cover that nets a two. They race up and Rhya fires off some hard right hand shots. Hardcore ducks in and charges Rhya. He gets the beauty in a corner and the ref wants a clean break. Looks like we might get one but no, Hardcore hasn't touched a breast in years. So he slaps his hand across Rhya's chest with a chop. the fans Wooooo of course. But Rhya is one pissed off lady now.

Trunks: Man I would like ta have been Hardcore Messiah right then.

[But not now ya wouldn't. Rhya boots Hardcore with a kick that may have been a little low. The ref says its ok though and lets the match go on. Hardcore doubled over for a second, looks up jus as Rhya handsprings into teh ropes and back with an elbow. Quickly Rhya moves to the apron and grabs the top rope. She messages upa nd then springs over with a leg drop right across the throat of Hardcore Messiah. Hooks a leg for the pin but somehow Hardcore kicks out at two.

Joey: The fans seem to think that was a three Trunks.

Trunks: Pfft it was barely a one.

Joey: How can you say that? It was clearly a two at the least.

Trunks: But if its a three Rhya heads to the back.

Joey: Oh yeah......Come on ref! That was just a one!

[Rhya brings Hardcore to his feet. But he fires off some punches to the stomach. He grabs Rhya up and powerslams her to the mat. He jumps up and says thats it. Hardcore outside and grabs a chair and tosses it into the ring. As the ref deals with that one, Hardcore slides in the ring with another. He looks to slam it into Rhya's skull. No dice though folks! Rhya drops to a knee and man she just uppercuts the hell outta Hardcore's nads.

Trunks: Ouchers!

Joey: I think you justs aid it best Trunks.

[The ref turns around in time just to see Rhya setting up Hardcore. She then nails her "Absolute Desecration" finisher,w hich is a Widow's Peak. Rhya Michaels hooks the leg and our ref slaps the mat for a three. Trunks and Joey are arguing the call in favor of Rhya staying out here, but its to no avail.

{In-ring Segment}

(The arena is jammed packed! The fans cant wait for something to happen as suddenly SEX TYPE THING hit’s the speakers! All the fans come to their feet and give off some loud cheers! He comes out from under the curtain wearing the famous WRM-"Razorblade on Skin" t-shirt and wrestling trunks on. Next to him is Veronica Beck wearing a hot dress. Behind them, its Matt Taylor wearing his own t-shirt as well as wrestling trunks. As usual, while on television the Rodster has his hands taped. This time they‘re taped with red tape. The Rodster holds his W2K Championship on his right shoulder and the Tag Team Championship of his left shoulder. The same with Matt Taylor and his two titles.)

Joey: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the Tag-team champions. Our W2K Champion, William Rodney Mercy, and Xtreme Impact Champion Matt Taylor!

Trunks: Talk about power Joey. I never seen a tag team hold so much power, they’re on top of the world!

(All three walk down the aisle with the theme song blaring. Rodney enters the ring and climbs the second turnbuckle to pose to the fans while lifting both his titles over his head. Matt Taylor holds the second rope for Veronica Beck for she can come in. She bends over with the crowd going wild. Matt tries not to check her out. Matt then comes in him self and poses to his adoring fans.)

Trunks: Did you see Matt Taylor check out Veronica Beck?

Joey: He might of looked but he didn’t stare. What are you trying to imply?

Trunks: I don't know, I’m just saying�?

(Rodney receives a microphone but before he can begin to speak the fans don’t let him continue with a huge raging chant. "Rodney, Rodney, Rodney". He fixes his silver shades�?and this little movement alone causes the crowd to go wild.)

Trunks: You gotta be kidding me, he fixed his shades�?

Joey: Those shades are part of William Rodney Mercy. Keeps the mystery of the man locked and safe.

(Rodney nods his head and begins to speak despite the crowds noise.)

WRM: The Triple Threat Match at Wrestlepalooza. March 27th, 2005. Easter Sunday. "Sunday Bloody Sunday". That’s what they’re going to call that match!!

(The crowd cheers at the mention of the match. Rodney touches the bandages on his forehead from when Widow punched him with the razorblade�?

Joey: Sunday bloody Sunday�?I have to agree�?that match was bloody and historic.

Trunks: Beck has nice boobs�?

(The Rodney chants grow but he doesn’t really take the time to hear them out he keeps going. He looks at his taped red hand.)

WRM: That was the color of my white tape after the match. RED. The fighting tape was painted red with my blood. I bled like I never bled before. I couldn’t even come out to the ring last Rage to do this speech. I told the world. I said I was going to revolutionize. And you cant forget about the ratings. You all in the back can forget about the glamour. You can forget about the jokes when you step in the ring with me. Because with the Razorblade on Skin�? It isn’t about jokes. Because there is nothing funny about getting in the ring with me. Ask them all. Ask Matt Matlock and Phoenix from my debut match. Ask Devon Storm about the time I made him tap out! Ask this man�?

(Rodney turns to see Matt Taylor who’s leaning against the turnbuckle�?

WRM: Ask that man about the Ladder-Chain match and how it changed his life!

(Rodney looks back at the camera above on to the viewers and anyone in the back watching�?

WRM: Ask Jason Vertigo, Ask Power Trip about his elimination at the Anarchy Rumble. Ask Seifer. Ask Black Widow. Ask Damien Ask the good JT or the bad JT. Ask them all!!!

(Rodney lets out that roar at the end with the crowd nodding their heads in pure approval knowing where he’s going.

WRM: I don’t just beat people. I don’t just make legendary matches. I change lives! I butcher comedians and make them eat their jokes. I destroy legends. I fuck "ultimate bitches". Now, I understand that Black Widow still doesn’t want to accept that fact that I, yet again, won. I’ll admit. That razorblade cut me and made me lose blood like hell. I got a piece of my own medicine and worse. But it didn’t put me out. You couldn’t take me out like you said you would. You made me bleed. You made me suffer. But you couldn’t crucify me Widow. JT, you made your bed�?now you’re sleeping in it. And yes, I’m talking about the bad one. So anyways�?You have my self.. And my tag-team partner, a kid I’m taking under my wing, Matt Taylor along with Veronica Beck�?And we’re practically monopolizing this business. We hold more power than the Dangerous Alliance ever did. Does that send a message? Does it mean anything to Widow or Izzy? What about Cross and Cain? Two weeks from now we’re going to meet in the ring. I hope you guys are ready. I hope you’re watching tonight�?)

("Freak" by Silverchair rocks the house, interrupting William Rodney Mercy and bringing the arena to its feet. WRM looks to the stage�?boy, he doesn’t look too happy. Ryan Cain tosses the curtain aside and steps out onto the stage, followed closely by Cross. The crowd grows even louder when they see The Freaks. Each man is holding a microphone, Ryan pacing back and forth on the stage, glancing up at WRM and Matt Taylor every few moments, while Cross just stands still, staring them down. Ryan stops pacing, his head held down, and lifts the microphone up to his mouth.)

Ryan: Do my ears deceive me? I could’ve sworn�?I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but I swear I just heard my name out here.

(Ryan pulls his head up.)

Ryan: You heard it too, right, Cross?

(Ryan looks back at his tag team partner.)

Cross: I believe I did.

Ryan: But we must be mistaken�?because there’s no way that this brainless chimp with a gold belt�?

(Ryan points back at the ring, not turning to look.)

Ryan: �?would have the balls to say my name�?our names�?without our permission.

WRM: I said it. What are you going to do about it?

(Ryan tilts his head, quizzically, still not looking back at the ring.)

Ryan: Excuse me�?

(He turns around to look at Mercy standing in the ring.)

Ryan: �?did I tell you, you could speak?

(Here come the cheers again�?these fans just eat Ryan Cain up. Not literally, of course. That’d be awkward and really crowded. But, come on, how could they not love this? Four of the hottest guys, no pun intended, on the W2K Roster right now are standing in front of them.)

Ryan: Enough of the sarcastic games. William Rodney Mercy�?Cross and I�?we were standing in the back, and we would have stayed there�?because, as much as you blow, and as much I can’t stand the fact that, as of now, you can actually hold that W2K Belt over your shoulder, as proudly as you are right now�?

(WRM looks down at his belt.)

Ryan: �?we have enough respect for W2K and for these fans to leave you alone long enough to speak your peace. But when you say our names, when you call us out�?when you make subtle claims, expressing your belief that you’re better than we are�?we can’t just sit around and let it continue. I see the look on your face, and I know how proud you are of yourself. But you see, William, you aren’t the only one, who can claim he’s a Champion of W2K.

(Ryan adjusts his United States Championship Belt on his shoulder.)

Ryan: I can too. You order people around, you tell them to ask others what it’s like to be in the ring with you. You want them to ask Matt Matlock. You want them to ask Seifer. You want them to ask Devon Storm, PowerTrip, Black Widow, JT Kash. You want them to ask�?Matt�?Taylor.

(A big grin stretches its way over Ryan’s face and the Englishman doesn’t look too happy, to say the least.)

Ryan: Hi, Matt.

Cross: I can tell by the look in your eyes, that hooker *o0o0o0o from the crowd* standing beside you told you what happened when she met The Freaks last night. I'm sure she told you what a mistake you made, you did something nobody else has the balls to do. You challenged the best. For that I give you my respect, but don't think for one second I don't believe that we can't beat you two...and take back OUR titles!

Ryan: Well, the fact of the matter is, William�?you can tell them to ask every single person you’ve ever beaten�?you can tell them to consult with management about your supposed greatness�?you can come out here and gloat about every victory you’ve ever had�?but do you know who they can’t ask?

(The crowd knows, and they don’t hesitate to express it. They start in with the enormous cheers for The Freaks.)

Ryan: They can’t ask Ryan Cain. They can’t ask Cross. They can’t ask The Freaks. Because, William, you haven’t ever beaten me, you haven’t ever beaten Cross, you’ve never even been in the ring with The Freaks. You’re a double Champion�?that’s beautiful, William. What’s even more beautiful�?is that, really focking soon�?I will be too. When you challenged The Freaks, the greatest tag team to ever set foot in a wrestling ring, the only tag team to have the W2K Tag Belts taken away without losing them�?when you challenged us to a Tag Team Title Match�?you made the biggest mistake of your life. Sure, you beat Devon Storm. So did I, three times. You beat Matt Matlock, so did I, along with two of his friends at the same damn time. You "eliminated" PowerTrip from Anarchy. I beat his ass, one on one, two times in a row, and almost ended his career. You beat Black Widow. So did I. You beat JT Kash. So did I. You hold the W2K Tag Belts. So did I. You’re W2K Champion�?I’m United States Champion. But, William�?what you don’t seem to understand�?is the fact�?that I’ve never lost a match in W2K. No single person, man or woman, has dropped my shoulders to the canvas for a three count. Disqualification, countout, submission�?none of them. I haven’t lost, nor will I. It’s too late now, Mercy, but are you ready to take that responsibility? Do you want to try and be the one to stop Ryan FOCKin Cain? It won’t happen, especially not when Cross is by my side.

(Stopping for a moment, Ryan walks to the center of the stage and stands next to Cross, who has not once taken his eyes off of the ring.)

Cross: Rod..I told you a thousand times, when you fuck with a Freak, you're gonna get burned. Matt found out the hard way. Just ask him what happens when you get in our way. JUST ASK THAT LITTLE ENGLISH PRICK WHAT HAPPENS!! I could've ended HIS GOD DAMN CAREER! Matt, I brought you into the W2K. I showed you the ropes, I taught you how to be better than average. I taught you how to make an impact, but the one thing I never showed you...Was how to dethrone The Freaks.

(Matt smiles, sensing all the heat between the competitors�?Rodney raises a brow, tossing the microphone into Matt’s hand, as the ‘Rodster�?senses that Matt wants the microphone�?Matt grins�?

Matt Taylor: Oh Cross�?Indeed, I did find out the hard way�?But you know what, you didn’t ‘make Matt Taylor’…No Cross, the one thing you did was give me that boost, which I thank you for�?But this Matt Taylor, the man standing before you all�?The XTREME IMPACT Champion�?Was made by ME�?And made by the Crowd, who give me support every single time I step into this RING!

(The Crowd erupts into cheers�?Cross looks into the crowd, unhappy with their reaction�?Ryan raises both brows, realizing Matt’s very popular with the W2K audience�?

Matt Taylor: So Freaks�?You could be Former Tag Champions as many times as you want�?But remember that word, ‘Former’�?Because that’s what separates Me and Rodney from you two�?We ARE the Tag Champions for a Damn Good reason, because right now we ARE the best tag Team in W2K�?At RAGE, you’ll find out why Guys�?And with that, you’ll realize that the Englishman you dumped months ago�?Has changed�?and has got mentally stronger.. and Ability-wise�?BETTER�?Check out the Gold, Guys�?Because if this isn’t evidence of improvement, then I don’t know what is�?

(Matt smiles, lowering the microphone�?Matt passes the microphone back to Rodney�?Who pats Matt on the back.)

WRM: Tag Titles�?Xtreme Impact Title�?and W2K Title�?We don’t want to Brag fellas, but it’s kind of hard when your practically monopolizing W2K�?

(Ryan nods a little, and walks back and forth across the stage.)

Ryan: Bask in the glory for as long as it lasts, William. You’ve got two weeks�?two weeks until it comes to an end. What you do until then is up to you. I have to wonder if you asked Matt before you called us out for a match�?but I guess that doesn’t really matter at all. We’ve shown that English kid how it’s done before�?and we’ll do it again. I hope it eats away at you, when you realize that you, with a little help from The Freaks, were his downfall. You two are going for a downward spiral, and no one is around to save you. Two-time Tag Champions? I like the sound of that. Catch ya later, children.

("Freak" tears through the arena, once more, as Cross and Ryan Cain make their way to the back, leaving behind a distraught team of the W2K and Xtreme Impact Champion. Man, they rule.)

{Match Four: United States Title Match}

[Scott Blaze was fired last week so its just Ryan Cain out in the ring. After about five minutes we'll just call him the winner. But before we can Nuckin Futs comes out dressed up like Scott Blaze. Ryan laughs his ass off and then successfully defends the United States title against Nuckin Blaze.....or would he be Scott Futs? Who cares? No one of course.

{Over the jumbo-tron}

[Widow is standing in her locker room.

"Rodney, I have someone that wants to tell you something."

[Widow begins walking to the left and the camera follows. Soon we see Veronica Beck sitting in a chair with her hands covering her face. Widow grabs her by back the hair and pulls her head back and leans down and whispers in Beck's ear.

"Tell him now Veronica or I will."

Beck cringes and cries out.

"Not like this Widow please."

[Widow's tone raises.

"Now Veronica!"

[Beck shakes her head and sobs even more. Widow rolls her eyes.

"Spineless cheating whore.... Since Veronica's being shy, I guess I'll have to tell you for her. You see Rodney, the reason your precious Veronica has been so distant from you is because she's cheated on you. Not that anyone could really blame her. I mean, the person she cheated with is so much better than you. And of course the person has ALOT more testicular fortitude than you."

[Widow laughs and leans in and gives Beck a long wet sloppy kiss and pulls her head back and looks to the camera with a seductive smile on her face.

"That's right Rodney, Veronica cheated on you with ME!"

[Widow looks to Beck, whom is in tears and shaking her head.

"I'm sorry Rodney. I'm so sorry."

[Widow stands up and backhands Beck, then grabs her by the hair again and licks the blood from her lip that she's just busted open and whispers to Beck.

"You're such a good cheating whore Veronica, too good of a whore for a pathetic man like Mercy."

[Widow laughs and looks to the camera,

"Rodney, just so you know, I hope I didn't hurt your 'manhood' too much by fucking your girl better than you ever could."

[Widow gives the camera a wink and exits out of view, leaving Beck sitting there sobbing uncontrollably.

Joey: Well, this is almost unprecidented, but RAGE has ended a half hour early. We're still on the air folks, but technically, nothing is supposed to happen.

Trunks: Don't bullshit Joey. CM set this time aside for the Unsanctioned match between JT Kash and... uhh... JT Kash. Don't ask. Anyway, since this is all unsanctioned, I think you're a fucking asshole Joey.

Joey: Well, whatever. Basically, we don't know about this match, so don't send in letters when it gets too violent. Whoever wins the match is unofficially/officially the "true" JT Kash. It's a contract issue, since only one of them actually has a contract with W2K.

The announcer is shoved off of the apron by Azrael. Azrael roars again, and as JT begins to get up, Azrael runs across the ring and hits something halfway between a Gore and a Spear. Whatever it is, it knocks the hell out of JT and nearly breaks him in half. Azrael goes to the outside of the ring and lifts the apron. The fans are livid, booing the crap out of him. Azrael reaches under the ring and pulls out...

Joey: Oh God... The Crown of Thorns Kendo!!!

Trunks: THORNY!! AHHHH!!! I thought NED put him in the woodchipper for sure!

Azrael enters the ring with the barbed-wire wrapped Kendo Stick, but as he does, he's caught by surprise with a STIGMA KILLER!!! JT Kash somehow found his... uhhh... fifth wind. JT grabs the kendo stick from Azrael's limp hand and checks it out. He raises it to the crowd and the fans scream loudly. Before he can swing, he's interrupted by Miss Ashley running down to the ring. She's got tears in her eyes, and she pleads with JT to have some mercy. God only knows why.

Joey: This whole ordeal has ripped Ashley apart, but maybe she feels sorry for that monster.

Trunks: Maybe he was better in bed.

JT thinks about it, and he seems to lower the kendo stick, but before he can put it away... Azrael GORES JT's back. JT flies forward into Ashley. He lands on her and the two hit the mat, sending the kendo stick across the ring. Azrael grabs it and stumbles over to JT, but he looks down and he looks like a deer in the headlights. Suddenly the source of his shock is evident. There's a growing pool of blood coming from JT... no wait, JT is turning over and it's not him...

Joey: Oh Jesus Christ...

Miss Ashley appears to have a HUGE gash somewhere around her eye, and the blood is all over. In fact, unsanctioned or not, the screen turns black and white. It's that bad. Azrael retreats from the ring with a look of extreme concern, but then again, it's probably concern that JT will rip his heart out. JT almost goes after him, but then he notices Ashley busted open. He holds her in his arms and starts screaming for help. Azrael disappears and a team of medics rush down the ramp with a stretcher.

Joey: Trunks, I've seen injuries... so have you...

Trunks: I know what you're thinking, Joey, and yeah... it looks THAT bad.

Joey: What a sick individual that could do this. She's bleeding buckets, and Ashley is no 300 pounder. She doesn't have a lot of blood to begin with, and Jesus... ugh... it's everywhere. This is VERY bad.

Ashley is loaded into a stretcher with a bandage that's trying, and failing, to stop the bleeding. JT walks to the back with her. The crowd is deadly quiet as Monday Night RAGE comes to a grim close.