(Morgan is already in the ring and Angel is climbing the steps, the two of them eyeballing each other.)

Joey: Angel Dust has had a good showing since her W2K Debut, Trunks.

Trunks: Yeah, and that rack doesn’t hurt things too much, either.

Joey: Thanks for that moment of insight.

Trunks: Huh?

(Anyway, the two women are in the ring staring off with one another as Angel Dust’s music cuts out�?and the referee calls for the bell.

*DING DING!*

And we’re off. The two women are quick to come to the center of the ring, locking it up. Angel gets an early advantage, forcing Morgan back to the corner. The referee comes in and tries to separate the two for a clean break�?and Angel backs off�?just before placing a well timed thumb to the eye of Morgan. The referee is quick to reprimand her over the underhanded move, and Angel just shrugs him off. She’s hardcore like that. Anyway, she stalks toward Morgan, who’s still in the corner�?but Morgan throws a perfectly timed back-elbow to the face of Angel Dust. Morgan EXPLODES out of the corner with a hard clothesline, flooring Angel Dust. Morgan hooks the leg but Angel is out at two. Morgan with the pick-up and she forces Angel against the ropes, whipping her off to the other side. Morgan lowers her head to soon, and Angel telegraphs it, lifting her foot right into the face of Morgan, sending a *SMACK* throughout the arena. Morgan falters, stumbling backwards, giving Angel the opening to catch her with a running bulldog takedown. She rolls Morgan over for the cover and gets two.)

Joey: Fast-paced ac-�?

Trunks: We know, Joey�?we know. Fast-paced action in the early going. We know.

Joey: Shut up, Trunks.

(Angel gets the pick-up, but Morgan starts battling back now, throwing some elbows to the gut of Angel and fighting free of her grasp. Morgan grabs a headlock and gets a takeover, holding onto the headlock on the mat. Angel quickly nips up out of it, and Morgan sets back on her knees, sweeping Angel’s legs. Morgan falls onto Angel’s chest, but Angel is out before the count even begins. Both women up now and Angel ducks a clothesline, hitting the ropes and coming back, taking Morgan down with a Lou Thesz Press, staying mounted and throwing several right hands to the face of Morgan. Angel steps off and moves to a neutral corner, waiting for Morgan to stand and hyping up the crowd. Morgan gets up�?turns�?and Angel charges looking for a spear�?but Morgan leapfrogs! She’s behind Angel now�?and she hits her right in the back of the head with a superkick!)

Joey: Oh my!

Trunks: That was brutal!

(Angel collapses and Morgan falls on for the cover. One�?two�?thr- KICKOUT! Morgan gets the pick-up on Angel�?but Angel quickly rolls through, rolling Morgan up with a small package. One�?two�?thre- KICKOUT!!! Just barely out before three. Both women are up now, Angel rubbing the back of her head. Morgan turns around just in time to kick Angel in the gut and set her up�?for a powerbomb?!?)

Trunks: No way!

(Morgan flips Angel onto her shoulders�?and Angel just keeps going, flipping over Morgan with a sunset flip, holding on tight with the pinning predicament. One�?two�?thr- KICKOUT! Again Morgan is out just before the three. Both women roll up to their feet and charge in. Angel ducks a clothesline and grabs onto the waistline of Morgan’s pants, falling backwards and yanking Morgan into the buckles. That was a nasty collision of body on steel. Angel follows up, throwing some hard elbows to the face of Morgan before lifting her up to the top buckle. Angel follows up�?and it looks like she’s going for a top rope hurricanrana! THERE IT IS- NO! Morgan holds on to the top rope�?and Angel crashes and burns!!! She’s on her back! Morgan perches�?SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!! She stays on for the cover�?one�?two�?THREE!!!!!!

*DING DING!*)

“Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Morgannn!!!�?

Joey: A very impressive debut match for Morgan, and a greatly respectable match from Angel Dust. Nothing should be taken away from either woman here.

(And that’s that.)

Scott Blaze is standing in the ring whimpering because he's such a fragrant loser and nobody respects his cheating, untalented ass. The crowd is throwing used condoms at him, but it's useless because the retard is running around trying to catch them in his mouth like snowflakes. Just when the crowd doesn't think they can take anymore queerness, they're saved! "Dropkick The Punks" by The Faint hits and a huge dumptruck comes driving down the ramp, stopping at the ring. The fans explode with cheers as JT Kash exits the truck on the passenger's side, wearing a white mask over his nose and mouth. The reason soon becomes clear as the entire arena starts gagging.

Joey: Oh God, what is that smell?

Trunks: It smells like Kevin's mother?

Joey: What does she smell like?

Trunks: The strip at the supermarket between the cheese shelf, the raw meat and the lobster tank. Comparatively, it also smells a lot like poo in here.

The side of the dumptruck does say "NEDs Septic Tank Filling Co". The slogan is "I spew so much bullshit, I figured I should start making a profit from it". Kash enters the ring and delivers a Stigma Killer to Scott Blaze in seconds, because Scott Blaze is too much of a wussy to know how to counter any moves. Kash throws Blaze out of the ring and the poor kid crashes into the announce table. JT follows right behind. He takes Blaze by the head and whips him hard into the steel stairs, knocking them to the side. Blaze struggles to use the stairs to crawl to his feet, but seconds later he's sandwiched between the stairs and a steel chair shot from JT Kash. Kash holds up the chair to a unanimous roar from the fans, and Blaze gets another shot to the head- busting him wide open.

Trunks: Haha, it's hilarious. Blaze hasn't so much as thrown a punch! It's completely one-sided and unfair, and everyone in San Antonio is loving it!

Joey: Well, Scott Blaze is a giant f*g, Trunks. Let's watch!

Blaze is streaming blood, disproving the theory that he's got monkey urine running through his veins. Kash throws him up onto the announce table and signals to the fans. The roar of support for JT Kash is deafening, because he's the focking man and everyone knows he's earned it, even if he doesn't feel like cutting promos 24/7, so shut your face up Scott Blaze- or better yet, why doesn't JT Kash just go ahead and do it for you.

Trunks: HOT DAMN! STIGMA KILLER!

The Stigma Killer breaks the table, and probably Blaze's neck. Who cares? Kash drags Blaze by the hair back towards the truck, leaving a streak of blood. For a moment it looks like the blood actually *is* monkey urine, but it turns out it's just Blaze pissing himself out of pure fear of JT Kash. They reach the truck near the driver's side, and for a moment it looks like Scott Blaze might actually land a punch and make this strat remotely fair, but then the driver's side door opens and smashes Blaze right in his ugly face. Lameass. Agent Orange steps out and closes the door nonchalantly, wiping the door with a rag.

Joey: Well, it's probably a rental. Better not stain it.

Trunks: Stain the poop truck? Dubbya Tee Eff, Joey...

Agent Orange and JT Kash drag Blaze to his feet and he gets thrown up onto the hood.

Joey: IT'S A BLATANT HANDICAP, DAMNIT!

Trunks: YEAH, THEYRE FORCING HIM TO TAKE A 5th GRADE MATH TEST AND HE'S NOT GETTING ANY ANSWERS CORRECT, JOEY! WHAT A HANDICAP IT IS!!!

Kash rips the paper from Blaze and grades it. It looks like Blaze almost got "4+7" correct, but the answer is so smudged in blood that Kash has no choice but to mark it wrong. Blaze fails, and so to put him back on the right track, Agent Orange leaps off the cab of the truck and nails The Clockwork Orange on Blaze. As soon as AxO recovers, he and Kash drag Blaze's mutilated corpse to the top of the truck, just above the "dump" portion of the dump truck. There are fans at ringside actually vomiting from the smell. Kash has a microphone handy.

JT Kash: "Well originally, I was just going to ignore you because I'm so incredibly awesome... but then I couldn't help but notice you said ANY kind of match. I sort of like that concept. ANY kind of match. That leaves a lot of room for me to f*ck some sh*t up, doesn't it? So I decided that the laziest thing I can do is to make it a triple threat match, but first I had to find someone that hates you. I didn't get a chance, because the second I turned around I bumped into this guy- Agent Orange. I probably could have bumped into anyone that isn't you and found a good partner, but as it turns out, this guy is pretty awesome."

Kash pats him on the back.

JT Kash: "But then I felt that I really wasn't taking advantage of your ANY match offer, Scott. I felt that wasn't fair to you, after all, you made the offer so generously. What kind of person would I be not to completely exploit you? So, not only is it a triple threat match... but it's a Lumberjack Triple Threat Match with all of LSD at ringside."

The fans roar with cheering, laughter, and being pretty blazed up.

JT Kash: "But even then, I felt it really wasn't enough. So, in the likely event that you lose Scott, guess what- YOU'RE FIRED! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. The second the bell rings, Scott Blaze is forever barred from W2K programming and there's not a whole lot you can do about it. You made the offer like a big arrogant chumpstain, and now everyone gets to laugh while you're totally miserable. W2K can't stand you, San Antonio can't stand you, and now- neither of them will have to stand you, because you'll be standing by yourself... in the unemployed line. Until then though, I just feel like there's a need to use this giant truck full of sh*t. I mean, we brought it out here didn't we, Agent Orange?"

Agent Orange nods with a smug look on his face. Fans of AxO cheering, but they are obviously the minority.

Kash and Agent Orange lift Blaze to his feet and the entire arena is on it's feet, in complete disbeleif that this could actually happen. Agent Orange makes his way to the entrance, and motions for someone to come from the back. A HUGE 7ft man comes out wearing leather pants and an Agent Orange T-Shirt. They set Blaze up for a TRIPLE Powerbomb... and his back is facing a large container of sh*t. PEOPLE sh*t, the worst effing kind of sh*t to get powerbombed into. Kash and AxO lift him up, and about a thousand camera flashes go off, saving perfectly the moment when Scott Blaze plummets helplessly into a truck full of crap. Kash and AxO open their umbrellas just in time, as Blaze plunges into the back of the truck and splatters crap everywhere.

Joey: Oh my lord... that's unholy.

Trunks: He's... he's swimming in sh*t, Joey...

Joey: I just can't bele-

Trunks: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Joey: I'm getting word from production that the other man involved with the assault on Scott Blaze is a recently hired wrestler named Anthrax. Anthrax has been known to serve as tag team partner AND Body Gaurd for Agent Orange

Blaze flops around in the truck like a scene from a monster movie... about a monster made of crap. Kash and AxO quickly drop off the truck, getting back into the cab. The fans are loud enough to shatter glass as the truck backs out the way it came. Cameras follow it as it drives out of the arena and stops on the street. Traffic begins to back up in both directions, since the truck is dead in the middle of the street. AxO pulls a lever and Scott Blaze is spilled onto the street mercilessly. Kash, AxO, and Anthrax drive off, bailing and leaving Blaze to deal with his situation alone. What a lameass.

PS: No woman ever sleeps with Scott Blaze again.

PPS: Not that they ever did to begin with.

Fade To Black.

(Hooray, another match. Anyway, let’s get into this crap. Devon Storm and Da Biotch are standing in the ring as Matty Legend and Morgan Blair make their way toward the ring, side by side. Matty slides onto the apron on his knees and sits on the middle rope, pushing the top one up as Morgan makes her way up the steps, entering the ring through the opening that Matty holds for her. The Englishman quickly follows her in and starts bouncing around on the balls of his feet, keeping himself loose before the match starts.)

Joey: As we’ve said already, this is the last week before Cyberslam�?and surely Matty Legend has to really be gearing up his game for his Main Event Title Match-Up with PowerTrip next week.

Trunks: Of course he is, Joey�?and I don’t think that’s gonna be good news for Da Biotch or Devon Storm.

Joey: Too true.

(So anyway, both teams seem to have previously decided on who would be starting off as Da Biotch steps out onto the apron�?and Matty takes each of Morgan’s hands in his, pulling them up to his face one at a time and placing a tiny kiss on each, as any English gentleman would. Well�?any English gentleman looking to score. HA! Morgan steps out onto the apron, leaving Matty to start, as he always seems to in tag team matches. The referee calls for the bell�?

*DING DING!*

�?and we’re off. Matty starts bouncing around the ring on one foot at a time, as Devon just circles up traditionally. The two come in for a collar-and-elbow�?but Matty uses his quickness, as he tends to do, to duck low�?and Devon scouts it, dropping Matt with a drop toe hold. Devon rolls it over into a side headlock, cranking back on Matty’s head. The Number One Contender kicks his feet for a moment, before starting to battle his way back to his feet. Matty is back up now and pulls Devon back to the ropes and tries to shoot him off�?but Devon holds tight, dragging Matty back to the canvas. Matty slaps the mat in frustration before fighting back up again�?getting to his feet, once more. The referee is still checking him, and Matty grabs him by the shoulders. He pulls the ref in front of him, so that Matty is between Devon and the referee. The referee looks confused�?Matty gives him the thumbs up�?LOW BLOW!)
Joey: Oh, how blatant was that!

Trunks: Is this where we start calling him the “Nature Boy�?Matty English?

Joey: You mean Legend?

Trunks: Sure, whatever.

(Devon’s knees buckle and the hold is immediately broken as Matty lifts his leg backwards, right into Devon’s crotch. Devon collapses, holding onto�?himself�?and the referee doesn’t know what the hell just went down, but he knows it’s screwy. Anyway, he gets all in Matty’s face, but the Englishman just ignores him and puts the boots to Devon. Matty gets the pick-up and forces Devon back to the corner, whipping him across to the opposite buckles. Matty charges across�?LEAPS�?Devon ducks and runs out of the corner�?Matty lands on the top rope on his feet! Matty quickly moonsaults backwards�?but Devon takes two steps BACK toward the corner�?Devon quickly calculates before jumping up�?Matty comes all the way around, attempting to land back on his feet on the canvas�?FRONT DROPKICK TO THE FACE OF MATTY LEGEND BEFORE HE CAN EVEN TOUCH THE CANVAS!)

Joey: OH MY!

Trunks: Yeesh!

(The fans pop �?can I say “pop�?on a wrestling show? �?HUGE for that move�?and rightfully so. Anyway�?Matty flails around holding his face, moving toward his corner like a fish out of water, and quickly tags out to Morgan Blair. Devon notices this�?and something changes in his expression. Morgan steps into the ring�?and Devon backpedals toward his own corner, tagging out to Da Biotch.)

Trunks: Uh�?what the hell was that?

Joey: �?A timely tag?

Trunks: Hell no�?Devon Storm just pussed out from a girl.

Joey: �?He was tired, Trunks.

Trunks: No, he was pussed.

Joey: Whatever you say.

(Da Biotch steps into the ring as Devon steps out. The two fresh women stare each other down before getting the action kicked off again. And here we go. They lock up, and Da Biotch gets the better of it, backing Morgan up to a neutral corner and throwing a chop to her chest. Morgan doesn’t stand there and wait for a second chop, however. She, instead, leans against the buckles, pulling her feet up and wrapping them around the head of Da Biotch�?swinging out of the corner with a hurricanrana takeover! She quickly climbs on for the first pin of the match, but only gets two. Both women are up again, and Morgan charges in, but Da Biotch ducks low, reaching back and grabbing Morgan’s head, dropping down with a pretty brutal neckbreaker. Morgan grabs at her neck, giving Da Biotch time to tag out to Devon Storm. Morgan recovers now, rolling up to a knee and looking up at Devon�?who seems hesitant, looking down at Morgan. Morgan gets up to her feet and wipes her mouth with a fingertip�?waiting for Devon. She doesn’t look afraid�?and she doesn’t look like she’s gonna make the tag to Matty. She steps back, inviting Devon into the ring. Da Biotch steps out�?and the referee starts counting for Devon to get in�?which he finally does, slowly. Morgan eyeballs him for a moment, before walking up to him and yelling some obscenities or something. Devon stops her, holding up his hands all like “hang on just a second.�?She’s hearing none of it, continuing, ready to fight the guy. But he still persists in his actions.)

Trunks: I told you! He’s pussing out!

Joey: What the hell is he doing?

(Finally, Morgan pauses, stepping back with her hands on her hips. Devon finally lowers his hands- SUPERKICK! Devon is FLOORED by a Morgan Blair superkick, and she climbs on for the cover. One�?two�?thr- KICKOUT! Devon is out at two. He sits up, rubbing his jaw. He looks at Morgan�?before reaching out and making the tag back out to Da Biotch.)

Trunks: Sheesh, what a wuss.

Joey: I really don’t know what to say about all this.

Trunks: Say he’s a wuss. Because he’s definitely a wuss.

(Da Biotch reenters now, stepping right up to Morgan. The two talk trash to each other, walking a circle around each other�?when Morgan looks to strike quickly. Da Biotch ducks the sudden clothesline attempt, and Morgan continues into the ropes�?where Matty Legend makes the blind tag. The referee sees it�?Da Biotch doesn’t. Biotch spears Morgan to the canvas on the rebound, staying on and throwing several right hands to Morgan’s face. She stands up now, getting over Morgan and talking some more sh*t�?before Matty Legend flies off the top rope from behind her, flipping over and catching her with a Diamond Cutter type move! He rolls on for the cover�?one�?two�?thre- KICKOUT! This little chick is tenacious. Morgan and Matty are both in the ring now as Da Biotch gets up to her feet. She charges �?kinda stumbling �?toward Morgan�?who ducks the clothesline, leading right to a Matty Legend dropsault to the mush! Da Biotch rolls out of the ring and Devon storms �?no pun intended �?into the ring, charging Matty�?who leapfrogs him, causing Devon to walk right into Morgans Mor-Tified! Matty leaps up to the top turnbuckle�?EGO BOOST! He lands square on the chest of Devon�?and gets the one�?the two�?and the three!

*DING DING!*)

“Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, Morgan Blair and Matty Legennnd!�?

Trunks: Yeah, maybe not if Devon wasn’t such a pansy ass.

Joey: I’m still stumped.

Trunks: I’m not. He’s a pansy ass afraid of a girl. The end.

(The end, indeed.)

The cameras switch to the ring where "Superhuman" by Velvet Revolver is playing over the speakers. Dakota is standing in the ring with a microphone in hand. His music slowly fades away and the audience begins to boo loudly. He raises the microphone up to his mouth and begins to speak.

Dakota: San Antonio.. This city is sad. You people come here, bring your damn kids who are interested in superstars such as Devon Storm and Shawn Xavier. Well let me tell you, Devon and Shawn are nothing but JACKASSES.. So if thats the case, these kids here are nothing.. But.. Jackasses!!

The audience boos loudly and Dakota lowers the microphone. Just than a familiar tune to the Rugrats Cartoon plays over the speakers. Thriller runs out from backstage, angry about that comment. Thriller slides in the ring and gets up, looking at Dakota. He walks forward and snatches the microphone from Dakota's hand. The music fades out and Thriller speaks

Thriller Succotash: DAKOTA!! You take that back! You shouldn't be saying things like that here in front of the kids. I.. I have the right to stand up for these kids!

Dakota smirks and gets handed a microphone from somebody by ringside. He raises the microphone up to his mouth and speaks.

Dakota: Oh.. So YOU have a right to stand up for these kids, huh? You actually like them this much? Tell me Thriller, do you like kids?

Thriller nods and replies.

Thriller Succotash: Yes Dakota, infact I do like kids. But not the perverted way you think. I like kids..

Dakota smirks and speaks again.

Dakota: Hmm.. Thats funny, oh well.. To bad you wont be having any..

Dakota drops the microphone and suddenly kicks Thriller in the groin!! The audience boos and ooos as Thriller falls to the mat. Dakota smirks and slides out of the ring. He searches underneath it and grabs a steel chair. He gets in the ring with it and Thriller begins to crawl to the ropes towards the ramp. Thriller leans on the second rope chest first holding his groin. Dako takes the chair, swings it and slams it into Thriller's back!!

Joey: OH!! THIS IS BRUTAL!! HE SHOULDN'T BE DOING THIS!!

Trunks: Oh c'mon Joey! Thriller likes kids, a little too much.

Thriller falls back on the mat holding his back in utter pain. Dakota throws the chair in the middle of the ring and picks Thriller up. He takes him to the centre of the ring and goes behind him. He grabs his arms and turns him around, and they drop! Dakota hits The State Of Dakota to Thriller, right on the steel chair!!

Joey: Totally unprofessional, Trunks.

Trunks: Maybe a little..

Dakota stands up, but he isn't finished. He stands over Thriller who is laying on his stomach, knocked out. Dakota grabs his legs and puts in The Featured Presentation. Thrillerbegins to scream loudly, and the bell begins to ring. Trainers and referees from backstage and get into the ring, trying to get Dakota to let go. They try to pry apart the submission but everytime they try he holds it in longer. Eventually after 20 seconds, he lets go of it and has a smirk on his face. They check on Thriller and see if he's alright. Dakota gets out of the ring and walks up the ramp, looking on the tron how they are helping Thriller. Dakota stands aside of the ramp as trainers and referees begin to help Thriller to the back. When he is feet away from the curtains, Dakota walks behind them and grabs Thriller's legs and pulls him back and sends him crashing face first into the ramp!!

Joey: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!

Trunks: Now its just getting out of hand!

Dakota begins to laugh and he walks past Thriller, The referees and the trainers as they again check on Thriller. Dakota walks to the back as the camers fade black to a commercial break.

[The Camera opens up on the Ring, where the Announcer is stood in the Centre with a microphone. There’s a lot of chatter in the arena, which calms down as the Announcer starts too speak]

Announcer: First, from North Bay, Ontario, Canada�?Weighing 270lbs�?He is the MSN Worlds CHAMPION�?POWERRTTRIP!!

[Trip raises his arms in X formation over his head as two pyrotechnics do the same. Trip walks down the ramp and rolls in the ring. He goes to every corner raising his arm in X formation wording words to the fans�?Trip hops down from the last turnbuckle and looks to the entrance way. The lights in the arena go out and everything is silent and dark. You hear the sound of a guitar start to play as a strobe light starts to go off. As the light speeds up into a intense fury the music picks up to what seems a boiling point. When Cory Taylor is heard yelling "Go!", a huge pyro explosion goes off. When you hear "Stapled shut". Dan walks out onto the ramp. You can see he is wearing a Black Hoody with the arms cut off and he has the hood up. You can see him wearing a pair of black combat boots, and a pair of knee length jean shorts with his hands and wrists taped with white tape. He brushes his nose with his forearm as he starts down the ramp]

Announcer: AND his Opponent. From Rochelle, Illinois…Weighing 240lbs�?“The Iceman�?. DAN COOOILL!!!!

Trunks: This match isn’t for the Title, Joey. But im sure Trip will do his best to dispose of Coil�?C’MON TRIP!!!

Joey: Ahhh�?an Un-Biased announce team.*Ding Ding*

[Trip and Coil circle the ring, getting a feel for each other�?Trip stretches out an arm for a lock-up, Coil goes to take it but Trip removes the arm, teasing Dan Coil. Trip smirks�?he then walks to the centre, raising his arms for a Lock-up.. Enticing Coil, before kicking him in the gut. Coil bends over and Trip grabs his arm and gets him in a Hammerlock�?Coil hops round the ring, trying to escape Trip, who is 30 pounds heavier than him. Trip uses his other arm and locks it round Dan’s waist, choking him�?after 3 seconds, the Referee tells Trip to release, and Trip does. Pushing Coil forward, into the turnbuckle�?Coil grabs the corner, putting on the breaks�?Coil spins round and sprints at Trip. But PowerTrip catches him with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker…]Joey; First High Impact move. This should be a great match, wrestling-wise.

[Trip raises his arms in the air as Coil rolls over with his hand on his back�?Coil shakes his head, disappointed with himself as he slowly gets up to his feet�?Trip pounces on Coil, grabbing his arm and whipping him to the ropes�?Trip lifts Coil up, fireman carry style, but keeps him on his shoulders�?Trip looks to be going for a Samoan Drop, he does so, but Coil drags him over a little bit, Coil lands on his waist and holds Trips�?shoulders to the mat!!

ONE�?/FONT>

(And here we go again. Christian Michaels is already standing in the ring when “Soulfire�?rocks the house, bringing the house crowd to its feet with cheers.)

Ryan: Are you ready to really get this show goin�?!?

(The fans know that voice, and they cheer even more loudly at the sound of it.)

Trunks: �?What the hell was that?

(Ryan Cain skips out onto the stage and the crowd goes wild again. He’s got a microphone in his hand and he’s dressed in his ring gear already�?he has a match later, after all. Anyway, he stands at the side of the stage as the music continues.)

Ryan: You guys know who’s just on the other side of that curtain�?so let her focking hear you scream!

(Ah, cheap pop�?how Ryan Cain of him.)

Ryan: Wooooo, get your English ass out here!

(And so she does. Izzy Taylor steps out onto the stage, and the fans blow up all over again. I guess Ryan knows how to work this crowd. Izzy shakes her head at Ryan with a smile and he just shrugs his shoulders at her. The two start to make their way down the ramp and we cut to a shot of CM standing in the ring�?and he doesn’t look at all too happy. He looks over at the referee and starts yelling unintelligible obscenities.)

Ryan: Oh, come on, Christian�?don’t blame him�?this was my idea. I’ve gotta stay loose somehow before my RETURN MATCH later tonight! And I thought talking to all the people while I watch Izzy whip your ass sounded like a damn good idea.

(Izzy slides into the ring under the bottom rope, and Ryan starts running around the ring, slapping hands with all the ringside fans, then Trunks and Joey, and then the rest of the fans on the other side.)

Ryan: I don’t even honestly know if I’m allowed out here, but who cares?!

Trunks: Yeah, I don’t think he’s allowed to do this at all.

Joey: Well�?I think he’s gonna do it anyway.

Trunks: Obviously.

(CM is leaning over the ropes yelling at Ryan and pointing his finger.)

Ryan: Don’t be mad, CM�?you’ve got a match to wrestle here.

(Christian just scowls at Ryan, shaking his head and placing his hands on his hips as he turns around, facing Izzy.)

Ryan: Let’s get this thing started. Can I get a bell?

(The referee calls for it.

*DING DING!*)

Ryan: A thank you.

(And finally the action is underway. Izzy and CM circle up quickly, coming in for the collar-and-elbow. Izzy starts pushing CM back toward the corner�?

Trunks: What the hell? She isn’t that strong.

Ryan: Izzy, WATCH OUT FOR-�?

(�?CM suddenly stops�?and then just SHOVES Izzy all the way across the ring, so that she rolls backwards into the opposite corner.)

Ryan: �?that.

(Anyway, CM is quick to follow up, getting the pick-up on Izzy and pushing her back into the corner before laying the boots in. He presses her against the buckles before whipping her across the ring to the opposite corner. She stumbles out and CM goes low, looking for a spinebuster, but Izzy counters out, flipping over his back into a sunset flip pinning predicament that gets two. Both competitors are back up now, and CM grabs at Izzy, but she ducks low with a go-behind and a rear waistlock. CM throws a back elbow, but Izzy hooks it with her arm, spins CM around and PLANTS him with a DDT out of NOWHERE!)

Trunks: Damn!

Joey: What a move by Isabella Taylor.

Ryan: Gotta be careful, Christian�?she’s a quick one.

(Izzy rolls on for the cover and CM is out at two. Izzy is up and CM is a little dazed now after that DDT, so Izzy takes advantage, catching him as he’s halfway up to his feet. She pushes him back against the ropes and then whips him across. CM comes back and Izzy leapfrogs him, causing him to hit the ropes again and run right back into an inverted monkey flip from Izzy, a la RVD. Both of them are up again and Izzy charges in for a clothesline attempt, which CM promptly ducks, turning around and flipping Izzy backwards onto his shoulder and POWERSLAM! “Ohhhh.�?

Ryan: Ouch.

(CM stays on for the cover�?one�?two�?thr- SHOULDER UP!)

Ryan: Gonna take more than that, Christian.

(CM seems slightly frustrated now, if not by the fact that the powerslam didn’t put Izzy away, then because Ryan just won’t stop harassing him. Anyway, Izzy is still alive, but she’s definitely stunned after that hard slam. CM puts the boots to her for a moment before getting the pick-up and a nice snap suplex. He stands back up, leaving Izzy lying, and points out at Ryan, mouthing a few threats before heading to the corner and pushing himself up to the second rope, and then all the way to the top.)

Ryan: �?Damn it.

(CM jumps off�?and hits a HUGE legdrop from the top rope! He pins Izzy again�?one�?two�?

Ryan: Nope.

(�?thr- KICKOUT! CM slams his palm against the canvas, getting more frustrated by the second. Ryan might really be getting into his head here. CM rips Izzy off the canvas and shoves her back into the corner, throwing a right hand, then a back elbow, and another right hand. He whips Izzy out of the corner- nay�?he pulls her back and throws her right into�?THE REFEREE! REF BUMP! I mean�?uh�?ref�?fall. Is what I meant.)

Ryan: Uh ohhh.

Joey: Uh oh is right, Trunks.

Trunks: I didn’t say it.

Joey: I know.

(CM looks at the fallen referee as Izzy stumbles out of the corner toward him�?DOUBLE-FISTED SLEDGE! Damn, Izzy is floored and that looked like it really hurt. CM dusts his hands off and heads�?to the outside of the ring? Ah hell�?he’s going for the chair. CM snaps the steel chair shut and slides back into the ring, stalking over Izzy. She’s slowly but surely making her way back to her feet�?and she’s finally back up. Izzy turns�?CM raises the chair HIGH ABOVE HIS HEAD AND�?

Ryan: Yoink!

(Ryan Cain snatches it out of his hands from behind him!)

Ryan: Not on my time, CM. Even though this isn’t my time at all.

(CM is thrown off for a moment and�?SUPERKICK FROM IZZY!!!)

Ryan: How’s that boot taste, Christian? Bet that one hurt, didn’t it?

(Ryan moves over to the referee, who is still struggling to get back up.)

Ryan: Hey, assface�?

(He smacks him around, waking him up.)

Ryan: �?get the hell up.

(The referee comes around now�?just in time to see Isabella Taylor fly off the top rope�?TAYLOR TURNOVER! She lands right across Christian’s chest!)

Ryan: You know, CM�?

(One�?

Ryan: �?this is the second week in a row you’ve lost to this girl�?

(�?two�?

Ryan: �?so why don’t you just lay off and let her do her own thing, eh?

(�?three.)

Ryan: And that, my friends, is the end. I’ll see you all in a bit.

(Ryan tosses the mic and climbs into the ring, helping Izzy up and raising her hand as “Soulfire�?rocks the house again.

The match is over and Izzy looks to exit the ring. But from behind comes the Southern Heartthrob! He clobbers Izzy into the ropes. Ryan quickly turns around and goes for the Zero Superkick�?but Michaels ducks away. Ryan ends up with this leg caught on the top rope. Before he can get it down.....)

Joey: Ryan Cain Just Got Whapped!

(Michaels goes back over to Izzy and picks her up. Pulling Taylor back to her feet, CM stuns her with a couple quick forearm shots. The ref is trying to beg Michaels off, he's having none of it though. Soon he has Izzy's arms tied between the top and middle ropes. The former W2K champion and coulda would shoulda been GoW 2004 reaches into his jeans.)

Joey: Oh no Trunks......Christian Michaels has just produced a razor blade from his pocket.

Trunks: This is about to get very ugly.

(Michaels with a couple disrespectful slaps across the face. Izzy struggles but she's too well tied in the ropes. CM laughs then rips away her top to reveal a nice looking lil bra.)

Trunks: Then again....

Joey: Ryan Cain is still out on the outside!

(That smirk all on his face as he digs the edge of the blade into the flesh of Taylor's right breast. Her screams of agony over-riding the jeers from the fans. Trash is now sailing into the ring in some hopeless effort to stop Michaels. He's got the beginnings of the letter "C" when once again the fans grow excited. Ryan is back up and he's grabbed hold of a steel chair. This time CM drops down an rolls out of the ring. Cain is more worried about Izzy. She's got blood seeping from her new battle scar at a fast pace.)

Joey: Thank god Ryan got that chair and chased Michaels away.

(But Michaels attempts to sneak back in. Ryan grabs the chair again and CM doesn't want any part of that. Turns to leave but that damned Phoenix is on the ramp again. Looks like the Heartthrob is gonna exit the crowd but he comes face to face with Nev. The Exiles converging on their prey when Tha Diabloz rush down the ramp. Its a brawl between former faction members as the Southern Heartthrob slips away beside the ramp.)

(Ryan Cain and Isabella Taylor are seen parting the curtain and entering the backstage area following Izzy’s match with Christian Michaels, and she looks pretty beat up.)

Ryan: What the hell is that assh*le’s problem? I’ll kill the rat bastard.

Isabella: Not if I get to him fir-�?

(PING! Isabella drops like a ton of bricks, and Ryan kneels down just in time to catch her so that she doesn’t crash to the floor.)

Ryan: What the hell?!?

(He lays her down gently before standing up�?and looking into the eyes of Morgan Blair, who has a steel pipe in hand. She just smirks at Ryan, glancing down at Izzy’s fallen body for a second.)

Ryan: You damn bitch. You’ll get the hell out of here right now if you know what’s good for you.

(Morgan scoffs at Ryan mockingly�?before turning and disappearing from the scene. Ryan looks down at Izzy with concern in his eyes�?before kneeling down and picking her unconscious body up in his cradling arms, carrying her supposedly toward the trainer’s office.)