[The Scene opens on Matty Legend strolling into The Jerm’s office�?Matt’s MSN Title belt is slung over his shoulder, he see’s Jerm at his desk, writing on some different papers, clearly busy... Jerm doesn’t notice Matt until he speaks…]

Matty Legend: What the hell was last week all about? Huh?

[Jeremy looks up…]

Jeremy McMillion: No�?No I didn’t.

Matty Legend: Eh�?A�?HUH?

Jeremy McMillion: Matt, this is business. So I’m giving Ryan a second chance, because he draws in a good crowd.

Jeremy McMillion: Well not rea-

Matty Legend: Man�?I’m like, the best aren’t I?

[The Jerm sighs, he was too tired to disappoint Matt and deny he was ‘Great’�?Jerm wrote something else on his sheet of paper, before resting down his pen]

Jeremy McMillion: Well we’ve got the Battle Royal tonight

Matty Legend: Ahh Yes�?The Battle Royal. One more way to find an inferior opponent�?Well, I guess im off for a while then, huh?

[Matt doesn’t wait for an answer.. He just spins round, smirking, and steps right out the door.. Matt strolls cockily down the hallway as the scene fades]

Joey: Does this mean we’re firing both of them?

Trunks: Hopefully.

Censored is in it’s early stages, as we cut backstage momentarily for a break from all the action. We are nowhere special, simply in a hallway, near to the superstar entrance of the building, where a few security guards stand by at the doors, making sure only superstars head through this way. It is at this point that the doors swing open, and in walks Deus, followed by a rather petite young woman he met earlier in the week, known as Sophia Valentino.

Guard: Uuh.. sir?

The two guards are looking straight at Sophia, they know instantly that she isn’t an employee of W2K, therefore they have to question her coming backstage. Deus stops in his tracks, turning to face the guard that spoke out to him, as Sophia looks a little worried, hoping she can still come backstage to watch him.

Deus: It’s not a problem lads, she’s a guest of mine.

Preferring not to question a man that could quite easily knock him unconscious, the security guard takes another glance at Sophia, and as she smiles at him, he just nods. Fiddling with something in his pocket, he pulls out a backstage pass attached to a chain, handing it over to Sophia.

Guard: You’ll be needing this ma‘am.

Sophia: Grazie.

Thanking the man, Sophia hooks the backstage pass around her neck, as her and Deus head past the men, on their way to Deus�?locker room most likely. As they head down the corridor, Sophia turns to glance at Deus, a little smile on her face as she notices how intense he is, already getting into his own personal fighting mode.

Sophia: Looking forward to tonight?

Deus turns his head slightly to meet hers, his gaze locking onto her own, his intensity still there in his eyes, but his face breaking a little smile to soften it up a little.

Deus: When it comes to competition, whether it’s at a high or low level, I always look forward to it. There’s just something about being in that ring, it’s a feeling one can never get anywhere else. A feeling I’m sure you’ll get sometime soon.

Sophia: One step at a time. Let’s just show me around for now, sì?

Sophia grins at Deus, as he returns one of his own back at her, leading her off down the hallway towards his locker room, the two continuing their random conversation as the camera switches back to ringside for some more action.

The three men are in the ring as the bell rings.

Joey: This match should be interesting to see.

REDRUM and Coil lock up, well Coil tried to, RUM just knee lifts him and throws Coil into the corner. Striker comes up behind RUM and hits him with a forearm to the back. He turns RUM around and kicks him in the gut, then clotheslines him over the top rope to the floor. Coil pulls Striker into the corner and lays in a few right hands. Striker reverses and puts Coil in the corner, and lays in some shoulder thrusts. Coil brings a knee up and puts a stop to the shoulders, then hit’s a DDT on Striker. Coil covers. 1...2.…RUM puts Strikers foot across the bottom rope just in time.

Joey: Dan Coil almost pulled out a quick win over Jason Striker early on in the match.

RUM drags Coil out to the floor with him and slams his face into the guard rail.

Trunks: This match has quickly been thrown into the territory of REDRUM.

RUM pulls Coil off the rail, and whips him into the steel steps. RUM turns around and gets dropkicked through the ropes by Jason Striker. RUM stumbles back into the guard rail as Coil gets back up and slowly drags himself up onto the apron. Dan pulls himself up and steps halfway through the ropes, and BAM! Striker catches him with a super kick. Coil falls face down into the ring.

Trunks: He’s out!

Joey: REDRUM HAS A CHAIR!!

Striker rolls Coil over and pins him. 1.�?...REDRUM slides in�?3!!

Trunks: Who’s coming down the aisle!?

Some unknown man with a bald head and steel chair in hand slides into the ring. Striker gets up, looking at REDRUM holding a chair. Coil starts moving around, sitting up in the corner. Coil finally pulls himself up, Striker turns around to leave and gets a chair cracked over his skull. REDRUM turns around and smashes his chair over Coil’s head, and they both drop.

Trunks: What’s going on here?!

REDRUM and the bald guy are yelling back and forth at each other, RUM runs at him and swings the chair, the bald guy drops his chair and ducks under. RUM turns around, gets a boot to the gut, STUNNER!! The bald guy starts talking trash to REDRUM, before sliding out of the ring and making his way up the aisle talking trash the whole way.

Joey: Who was that!?

We come back from the commercial break and are in the Jerm’s office. We see Cross standing opposite Jeremy McMillion with Riot by his side. McMillion at his desk looking up at the big man.

Jerm: What do you expect me to do? I can’t find a replacement this soon.

Cross: Well, as you can see I’m in no shape to be in the ring, I can barely walk as I am now.

Jerm: I see that, and I wouldn’t do this if I had any other choice, but I see nothing else to do other than to let Exodus have a handicapped match.

Cross: Wait…I got a replacement.

Jerm: Who?

Cross: Whisper just came back into town, I’m sure he’s around here somewhere with Exodus, let him take my place.

Jerm: Alright, it’s settled. Tonight, Ryan Cain and Isabella Taylor versus Exodus and Whisper.

Cross: Sounds good.

Cross and Riot turn around and leave the office, closing the door behind them.

Riot: So we’re good to go now?

Cross: Definitely.

Riot: I’ll go find Morgan.

Riot turns around and starts to walk away, until Cross reaches out and smacks her on the butt. She turns around with a smirk, before walking off down the hall. We zoom in on the face of Cross before turning back to ringside.

Joey: What was that all about?

Trunks: I don’t know, but I guarantee Cross is up to something, maybe he really is injured, but I have a feeling we haven’t seen the last of him tonight.

Joey: Well before she left, Riot said something about finding Morgan. Did she mean Morgan Blair?

‘Archetype�?by Fear Factory starts playing . The lights went completely black and then back on in a red color. The entire arena was filled with red lights. A pair of bright green eyes lined in black appeared on the Jumbo Tron. The eyes blinked and the color of the eyes turned black. The video went down to pink lips that slowly formed into a smirk. The video suddenly went black and almost instantly went to a graveyard. The video showed a girl walking around, picking the petals off of a black rose. The girl then looked directly into the camera, as if seeing someone watching her. A few more things were shown in the video, but nobody was watching that. Most of the crowds�?attention was on Jynx standing on the top of the ramp. She made her way down to the ring, looking down at the floor. Jynx got into the ring, still looking down. The lights were still red. The song ended and the lights went black again. Then they turned back on, back to the normal color. Jynx looked up and smirked at the crowd, then looked at the entrance, waiting for her opponent.

Joey: I guess we’ll find out what’s going on before the night is over.

All of a sudden "Girl Fight" By Brooke Valentine came on the loud speakers. Either getting their beer or buying their merchandise when the lights start to flicker, everyone hurries to their seats. Some people dropping little bits of popcorn on their way or just by merely peering over the balcony at the center stage. The lights start to flicker on and off and pan the arena on all the fans as little heart shaped lights began to form on the ramp. The fans then get up on their feet as they want to get a glimpse of the marvelous and sexy Morgan Blair. The lights shine, when just then, none other then Morgan Blair. Morgan walks down the aisle to the ring.

Joey: Jynx is about to get a “warm welcome�?from Morgan Blair.

Trunks: Word has it these two have some legitimate heat going on backstage, maybe we’ll see some of it fire up in the ring tonight.

Morgan walks up the steps and halfway down the apron of the ring looking at Jynx the whole time. Morgan climbs into the ring and gets up in Jynx’s face.

Joey: Looks like it, Trunks.

Her music cuts off and the bell rings. Jynx swings at Morgan, hitting her with a right, then goes for a kick, but Morgan catches her foot. Jynx attempts an enzigurI, but Morgan ducks it. Jynx lands on her foot, and jumps back for a reverse enzigurI, Morgan ducks that as well and spins her foot around. Jynx spins completely around and nails Morgan with a short clothesline taking her down.

Trunks: Nice set of counters there.

Jynx covers Morgan. 1..Morgan kicks out quick. Morgan sits up, but Jynx drags her back down into a headlock, Morgan slaps the mat and rolls over, slowly standing to her feet. Morgan fires in a couple elbows to the gut of Jynx, loosening her grip. Morgan starts to run to the ropes, but Jynx grabs her by the hair and jerks her back into the headlock. The ref gets on her case, but she simply denies doing it. Morgan lays in a few shots to the ribs and back of Jynx, but Jynx only squeezes harder. Morgan pushes Jynx towards the ropes, but Jynx holds onto Morgan’s hair and drags her with her. Morgan falls to one knee, then stands back up and starts slamming her elbow into Jynx’s side, Morgan reaches around her waist and lifts Jynx up for a side suplex. Jynx hits Morgan in the face and kicks her feet causing Morgan to drop her back down to her feet. Jynx smirks at this, and just as she thinks she’s safe, Morgan lifts her back up and slams her down hard with a suplex.

Joey: She finally broke free of that headlock, Trunks.

Morgan gets up and looks pissed. She pulls Jynx up by the hair and whips her to the ropes, Jynx comes back and runs face first into a big time drop kick. Morgan lands right on top of Jynx, she sits up and starts laying in some right hands. Jynx rolls Morgan over and starts to lay in some rights of her own. The two roll out of the ring, still trading shots until Morgan blocks one and returns it by whipping Jynx into the guard rail. Jynx stumbles forward and Morgan rolls her back into the ring. Jynx gets up on all fours as Morgan starts to slide back in as well. Jynx jumps forward knocking Morgan down with a double forearm smash. Jynx slowly gets back up and starts climbing up the ropes out in the middle of the ring.

Trunks: Kind of an odd place to go to the top at.

Joey: Yes it is, Trunks.

Jynx gets to the top rope, holding her balance, seeming to be preparing for a Moonsault. Suddenly Morgan springs up to her feet behind Jynx, she pushes Jynx’s legs out from under her causing Jynx to land sitting across the top rope. She springs up into the air and starts to come off backwards, Morgan reaches up grabbing Jynx by the back of the neck and drops her with the Mor-Tified.

Joey: THAT BACKFIRED BIG TIME!!

Jynx lands folded up like an accordion. Morgan pushes Jynx’s legs down and drops on top of her for the cover. 1...2.�?.3!! The bell rings as “Girl Fight�?starts to play once again. Morgan gets back up as the referee raises her hand in victory. Morgan climbs out of the ring and makes her way to the back.

Trunks: That was an excellent counter to a risky move.

Joey: You sound like you’ve been paying attention..

Trunks: You would too if you weren’t a homosexual.

The camera switches from ringside to the backstage area as we see Morgan walking through the curtains. Someone hands her a water bottle, she turns around and sees Cross standing there. She takes the bottle of water from him as the two start walking. Cross wraps his arm around her like a huge pimptacular person.

Cross: Nice win out there.

Morgan: Uh, thanks I guess.

Cross: So I was thinking, tonight would just be the perfect night for our little plan to come into action. So maybe you should wait a while before getting out of those ring clothes.

Morgan: I just had a match�?/P>

Cross: If things go my way, maybe you’ll be in that ring again, before the night’s over. Do we understand each other?

Morgan: Alright, fine.

Cross: Good. What’s up English?

Cross brings his arm off her shoulders, pats her on the head and walks off. The cameras turn from Cross, to a now mad looking Matty Legend.

Matty Legend: Does he always walk you around here when I’m not around?!

Aww, English thinks his girlfriend likes Cross, sucker. Scene switches back to ringside with a sigh from Morgan.

[The Camera re-opens on the Ring area�?Where immediately, "Alive" By P.O.D hits the PA system!... Fans rise from their seats, and Boo’s ring round loudly throughout the arena as Matty Legend strolls out onto the stage, with the MSN Title belt round his waist�?Matt taps his belt as he walks to the centre of the stage�?Really, he’s getting Major heat�?Matt opens out his arms, and look straight up, closing his eyes, in a pose that’s similar too Jesus on the Cross…]

[Matt starts too walk down the ramp-way, slowly, smirking at some of the Insulting signs directed towards him... Matt stops at one-particular... Raising a Brow to a sign which reads "CORN DOGS > CRUMPETS"�?Legend sighs at the Immaturity and continues down the rampway, he climbs onto the apron, then into the ring�?Legend opens out his arms as he strolls to the other side, collecting a microphone from the Announcer�?Matt talks immediately, which signals an end to the theme music]

Matty Legend: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN�?BOYS AND GIRLS.. OF.. ALLL AGES�?I AM�?THE MSN WORLDS CHAMPION�? And QUITE FRANKLY�?Looking at this Crowd, makes me think�?THAT YOUR DON’T DESERVE TO SEE ME HERE TONIGHT!

[Legend opens outs his arms, receiving More Heat…]

Matty Legend: EARLIER.. TONIGHT�?I went too Jeremy McMillion’s office. And do you know what he said? He said that Ryan Cain FORGOT to turn up to the match�?Whether Cain was aware or not, it’s still pretty D*MN insulting�?Cain was even in the Minds of MSN officials, as a potential CONTENDER for MY Title�?What a Joke�?Can you believe it?

[A Large "RY-AN" chant goes up.. But Matt quickly cuts it short]

Matty Legend: So, I guess�?Since Trip’s no longer Title Material�?and Cain doesn’t want the short, and doesn’t Deserve it.. I guess, I’m without a Contender for my Title. And I’ve quickly came to the conclusion, that NO-BODY.. is this ENTIRE World�?Is good enough to face Matty Legend for the MSN World Championship. What d’you reckon? Doesn’t that Make sense?

[The Crowd clearly answers No, with their Boo’s]

Matty Legend: I heard Trip respond to what I said earlier this week�?Apparently he could beat me ANY-TIME�?ME!.. The CHAMPION!... Apparently Trip could just take that title from, I’m keeping it Warm am I?... Well Trip, I called the Police right after, ‘cause that Statement... was PRACTICALLY CRIMINAL!

[Legend begins too Laugh at that rather Poor Joke. BUT DID IT MAKE *YOU* LAUGH?...Muhaha. The Crowd Boo’s none-the-less, they didn’t find it funny, even though their opinion on Trip isn’t really high either]

Matty Legend: Guys, NO-BODY. Is good enough for this title. I guess I’ll go on as the Longest reigning Champion, simply because no-one is good enough to take it from me. No-ones got the BALLS.. to take it from me. The GUTS�?This Battle Royal tonight, it’s just a way of getting Media Attention. It’s a Big Match, but the Last man Standing.. will just be a BIG�?FAT�?LOSER�?because they’ll never Beat me. Just TRUST ME, for the Class Act I am�?Not only am I Greatness Personified, but I’m�?Sophistication Personified?... I’m very Trustworthy, you can take my word for it�?When I say I’m the best, I AM the best�?Cain knows it. Cain’s GLAD he didn’t face me, he’s GLAD he forgot about the match. Because guess what, he’d be back in that Hospital bed if he had come.

[Matt heads over too the ropes…]

[Legend looks round at the Fans, they all start too Laugh at Matt�?he raises a brow, an annoyed expression on his face…]

Matty Legend: Yea�?Just remember that when you go home to your Vans, Bed-Sits, and Mobile Homes�?I’ll be going back to a Comfy, 3-Storey House�?That has a Shower�?and JUST remember.. who the MSN Champion is?...

[Legend pulls a very ‘bragging�?expression on his face, shaking his head and he climbs out the ring…]

Matty Legend: Greatness stems from England. And more Importantly, Matty Legend.

[Matty drops the microphone and raises his arms as his Music hits�?he walks backwards up the ramp way, expressionless as he does his Cocky pose. Legend finally smirks as he turns round to face the stage, Legend disappears to the back as the Camera fades too black.]

(With Jason Nightmare already in the ring, the arena lights are dimmed, the fans come alive. Gradually, “Everytime I Die" by Children of Bodom spreads through the arena through the PA system, further enticing the fans, as they know what’s going to happen next. W2K’s main camera falls upon the black guerrilla curtains as they begin to move, a shadowy figure emerging from behind. The figure slowly steps into the light and there, with arms now stretched out in a crucifix-like pose, and face looking to the heavens, is Deus. Lowering his arms, Deus would normally at this point head down to the ring, however he pauses, turning to look behind him, motioning with his hand for something. Then, after a split second of waiting, out walks the beautiful Italian woman Deus was seen in the back with earlier.)

Joey: There she is Trunks! A friend of Deus�? it appears. Sophia Valentino, I believe is her name. She’s Italian you know.

Trunks: Yeah, nice one Sherlock! Did you check out that accent? Man, this chick is hot!

(Deus smiles at Sophia, before beginning a slow, methodical walk to the ring, his eyes well and truly focused on that which is before him. Sophia follows behind him, glancing round at all the screaming fans, a little overwhelmed by such a large crowd, however keeping a confident smile on her face. Deus reaches the ring, and stepping up the steel steps, he wipes his feet on the mat and enters the ring through the middle and top rope. Sophia climbs the steps behind him, heading along the ring apron, however, she doesn’t enter the ring, since Nightmare is ready and waiting for the fight. She simply leans across it, giving him a few words of encouragement, before planting a light kiss on his cheek. Deus turns to glance at her after the kiss, eyebrow slightly raised, as she just grins at him, mouthing the words “good luck�? From there, Sophia hops down from the ring apron and Deus moves to the far right turnbuckle, where he awaits the match to begin.

*DING DING!*

And here we go! Deus comes out of his corner, stalking toward Jason Nightmare. Nightmare goes for a clothesline, Deus ducks, lifts Nightmare up, Stairway to Heaven! Deus covers�?one, two, three. Hooray.

*DING DING!* Yay, Deus wins.

"Everytime I Die" hits the PA system, as the referee raises Deus' arm in victory, before leaving him to check on Jason Nightmare who is still laid out on the mat. At this point, Sophia is rushing up the steel steps, slipping into the ring quickly before heading over to Deus. She seems ecstatic at his victory, kneeling down on the mat beside him, grabbing onto him in a celebratory hug. Sophia, still holding onto him tightly, pulls him up to his feet, releasing the hug now, only to raise his arm in victory as the fans go wild. The two celebrate in the ring a little longer, before heading out of it, Deus holding the ropes open for Sophia, both of them heading up the ramp backstage as the show continues.)

McMillion: There you are.

(Jeremy McMillion looks up at the door to his office from his spot in the chair behind his desk to find Isabella Taylor walking in. He’s leaned back with his finger pressed against his cheek uneasily. Izzy seems a little nervous as her eyes meet the gaze of her boss.)

McMillion: Shut the door and have a seat.

(She slowly pushes the door closed behind her before walking toward the desk and sitting down in one of the chairs, crossing her legs.)

McMillion: I’m gonna get right to the point�?

(The Jerm leans forward, resting his arms on the desk in front of him and interlocking his fingers as he looks Izzy dead in the eyes.)

McMillion: �?last week, Ryan Cain �?you know, your little boyfriend �?yeah, that guy, he completely missed work. He no-showed a *main* *event* level match. We’ve already been through what that does to my company several times�?and I thought we were past it. But now it’s nine o’clock Sunday night, one week later�?and, from what I’ve been told here, Ryan Cain is about 23 minutes from doing the same thing again. Now, this time, not only will he be standing me up�?not only will he be standing two homicidal freaks up�?not only will he be standing the fans up�?but he’ll be standing you up, Isabella. And we don’t need that, do we? So, I ask you, Ms. Taylor�?where is he?

(Isabella Taylor falters here, hesitating for a moment before conjuring up the ability to speak.)

Isabella: �?He’ll be here.

McMillion: That is not a suitable answer, Izzy. I didn’t ask you if he’ll be here. I asked you�?where is he?

Isabella: He’ll be here, I know he will.

(The Jerm slams the palm of his hand down on top of the desk in frustration.)

McMillion: The question, *Izzy*�?is where�?is *Ryan*�?*Cain*?!

(Isabella lowers her gaze now, somewhat discouraged by the boss�?sudden wave of aggravation.)

Isabella: �?I don’t know.

(McMillion scoffs at this remark, shaking his head.)

McMillion: You don’t know. You�?don’t�?know. How did I know you were going to say that?

(He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, once more.)

McMillion: Look�?here’s the deal. I’m changing the match. Ryan isn’t your partner this week.

(Izzy looks up in surprise.)

Isabella: What?

McMillion: You’ll have a replacement. I’m going to take a few minutes to figure out who it’s going to be. You’ll know who your partner is when you get to the ring.

(She narrows her gaze, shaking her head in desperation.)

Isabella: But-�?

McMillion: No buts, Izzy. Go get ready for the match.

(She closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and exhaling heavily, before standing up and walking back toward the door. She grabs the knob and lowers her head for a moment�?before pulling the door open and exiting the office, leaving the Jerm to decide on her partner.)

Joey: What we’re about to see next is something special. Or I hope it is.

Trunks: Special? Have you seen William Rodney Mercy backstage lately? He’s been working hard. He has nothing but bad intentions going into this match.

Joey: Yeah but, the steel room incident took a lot out of him. What condition is WRM really in? I for one, do not think he’s on a very high tank of gas.

Trunks: You’re right.

With Taurus already in the ring, SEX TYPE THING hit’s the speakers. The fans all go wild and get to their feet as his image appears from under the curtain. From the ramp his eyes are on one man, Taurus. The Rodster walks down the ramp as some fans reach over and tap his shoulder and arm. He climbs the steel steps but before he can enter..

Joey: Taurus!!

Taurus kicks WRM in the rib area as he tried getting into the ring. He raises the second rope for good measure catching Rodney on the family jewels. The fans boo over this cowardly attack. The Impact Champion flips off the fans as Rodney lands inside the ring. The ref has no choice but to quickly warn Taurus about following rules then call for the bell.

*DING DING*

Taurus lifts Rodney and sends him to the ropes�?a nice shoulder takedown by Taurus. Rodney quickly stands only to get hit with a boot to the back of his right knee. Rodney trips trying to catch his balance but as he does Taurus delivers a drop-kick. Down goes Rodney as he tries gaining composure.

Trunks: After so much talk, the younger Impact Champion is basically schooling the former W2K champion.

Taurus springboards off the second-rope Y2J style�?Rodney comes to his feet�?cross body by Taurus. 1... Only a one as Rodney stands his ground. Taurus goes right to work�?he lifts WRM�?ROD-EFFECT!!!

Joey: Whoa�?

Taurus is down and completely out. Rodney gets the pin�?

Trunks: It’s over!!

1.�?.2.�?.

Rodney releases the count. He gets to his feet and poses Kurt Angle style, waiting for Taurus to get back up.

Joey: Out of nowhere Rodney took control. He had the win with one move.. But he decided not to finish it.

Trunks: I’ve told people. WRM is St*pid.

Taurus�?birdies fade from his head as he begins to get to his feet�?*BAM* kick to the midsection by WRM. Rodney lifts him to his shoulders for the Razorblade... Taurus manages to get off Rodney’s shoulders and come from behind for a�?German..!! He brings Rodney up�?German again!! He brings him up with arms still locked around Rodney’s waist�?elbow shot to the side of Taurus�?face. Another!!! Taurus lifts WRM�?Rod-Effeee�?No�?Taurus moves out of the way causing WRM to hit nothing but the mat!

Joey : Quick reflex by Taurus!!

Taurus runs to attack the down WRM�?Drop toe hold connect!!! Taurus�?mouth hit’s the mat. Rodney pops up to his feet as the fans go wild. “Come on�?Rodney yells as he begins to feel the adrenaline rush. Taurus is on his feet�?running knee connect!!! Taurus is down. Rodney lifts Taurus from the waist�?Release German suplex�?on to the turnbuckle!!

Joey: Taurus�?back could have been hurt!!!

The ref warns the Rodster about trying anything like that again. Rodney ignores the ref and begins to pound his boot on Taurus�?back a few times. With that the Rodster rolls out of the ring. He grabs the steel chair�?bangs it on to the steel post. The ref warns Rodney as soon as he makes his first step on the first steel step. He enters the ring ignoring the refs demands. Taurus�?is getting up and everyone is anticipating a busted open scull. But Rodney doesn’t utilize the chair�?instead he gives it to Taurus�?Taurus takes it but looking a bit confused and dazed.

Trunks: Look, I told you he’s st*pid

The ref now warns Taurus about using the chair. Taurus stops however and backs up. He points at his head suggesting that he’s too smart for Rodney.

Joey: Rodney wanted Taurus to disqualify him self.

Rodney insist to just stand there. Taurus tosses the chair aside and shakes his head. Rodney simply shrugs as to say “your choice”�?they both go on the attack. As they go blow for blow the ref tries to get the steel chair�?Rodney Irish-whips Taurus on to the ref�?

Trunks: WRM should be disqualified!!

Joey: Why?

Trunks: He did that on purpose!!

Joey: Can you prove it..?

Trunks: Quiet.

But Rodney’s smirk says it all. He grabs the steel chair with the ref being down. *BAM* a shot right to Taurus�?back!!!

Trunks: That’s illegal!!

Joey: The ref’s down Trunks�?

As Taurus is on all fours trying to get up the titan-tron lights up�?its pure static for moments time�?suddenly we’re taken back to early January�?Matt Taylor, the Impact Champion then, just defeated Vertigo in a title defense on Collision Course. Rodney is rather confused�?but he and the fans keep looking in curiosity.

Joey: What is this?

In the tape, WRM comes out and waits for Matt to turn around and swings the chair over his head. Matt falls unconscious as Rodney grabs a mic and looks down on him, saying, “Congratulations�? The tape ends�?

Trunks: Great. WRM is now going to start praising him self during matches�?

Joey: Taurus!!

Taurus gores Rodney his INJECTION finisher. Rodney from behind. Rodney drops the chair. Taurus pins!!! The ref slowly begins to move towards the two�?slowly counts.

1...

Trunks: Its over!!!

2...

Joey: No, cant be!!!

Nnnnooo. Rodney kicks out!! The fans go wild. The frustrated Taurus grabs the steel chair ready to clock WRM with it. Doesn’t care if the ref sees it. Rodney is getting up�?*SWIIIII*..*ROD-EFFECT*…No swing hit!!! Rodney covers�?.�?.�?3!!!! Its over.

Joey: He did it!! He hit his finisher before Taurus could swing the chair at him.

“Here is your winner, William Rodney Mercy�?

Rodney shakes his head at Taurus and lifts the steel chair�?he looks over at the tron a few times pointing towards it. “You thought that was going to work?”�?he grips the steel chair as the fans commotion rises. Rodney senses something�?man behind him�?he turns quickly�?*ROUND HOUSE KICK*�?Rodney’s head is hit viciously as he falls hard on the campus. He almost falls in slow motion. The crowd boos over this as a man wearing a ninja mask stands over him.

Joey: I don’t know who that is. But it can be a lot of people�?

The man demands a microphone�?gets one�?he looks down on Mercy then takes off his mask�?

Joey: Its that guy who debuted a week ago

Trunks: Vincent Gunn?

The crowd continues to boo as Rodney’s fingers begin to move. He’s still down enough but he can hear words�?

Gunn: Congratulations�?

He drops the microphone and poses to the booing crowd. With that Gunn slides out of the ring and leaves over the ramp through the crowd.

Joey: Well, That looked familiar to someone else’s debut here�?

Trunks: Gunn huh�?look how he left WRM. I like that guy.

[ - WRM struggles, and finally gets back to his feet with lots of help from the ropes. WRM stumbles across the ring and was about to make his way out of the ring when the crowd gave a huge ovation for something, seemingly nothing, as WRM felt a tap on his shoulder. WRM turned around, to fall victim from a huge Bloodspiller.. from The Immortal.. SEIFER! Seifer's right foot bounced off WRM's jaw, sending WRM to the outside with the amount of power behind Seifer's kick. Seifer stood in the ring, listening to the ovation from the crowd and did nothing but cut a quick smile. The crowd sounded again in a unusual manner while the camera was focused in on Seifer in the ring. The camera cut to outside, where standing at the end of the ramp was Jacob Mitchell with the old W2K Championship in his hands. He measured WRM, as WRM slowly got up Jacob smiled, waiting on WRM to get back to his feet. As he did so, he turned around and Jacob sprinted towards him, slamming the faceplate of the old W2K Championship into WRM's face, knocking WRM back down onto his back. Jacob looked up and around at the arena, listening to the boos from the crowd. He shrugged them off and tossed the W2K Championship into the ring and picked WRM up off his back and rolled him into the ring. - ]

[ - Jacob slid into the ring as well as Seifer applied the boot to WRM while the bell-keeper slammed at the bell trying to stop the beating, but it was to no avail. After seven or eight stiff kicks from Seifer, Jacob ripped his black "G-Unot" tee off his back and tossed it into the crowd and moved over towards a fallen WRM, kneeled down and picked WRM's head up. He slammed his right fist into WRM's open wound five or six times, with no remorse at all. After that was finished, Jacob stood up and faced and motioned towards Seifer for something. Seifer nodded his head as Jacob scrambled towards the W2K Championship and put it face up on the mat. Seifer picked a busted WRM open as Jacob moved his back against the ropes and Seifer shoved WRM towards the championship. Jacob bounced off the ropes and came off it, and leaped into the air catching WRM's head in his arms. Jacob brought WRM's face down onto the championship, his forehead slamming directly into the faceplate. Jacob jumped to his feet as stood tall, before slowly bringing his arms out to his side. The crowd let out another chorus of boo's while Jacob didn't let it break into his confidence. Jake kneeled down and snatched the old W2K Championship from under WRM and tossed it over his shoulder as he snatched the mic from the ring announcer. - ]

// - Jacob: That.. That was a preview on what's to come Mercy. You can beat Taurus, but let's see you do the same to The Prodigal Son. All I need is a split-second, Mercy. That's all it takes for me to end our match. A split-second.. Remember that. The whole W2K needs to remember that. Because after I get through with your franchise, there's nothing more to do.. Then to go to the top. And the question isn't, how long it's going to take me to get there.. But the question is.. Who can stop me? Look at the "great" William Rodney Mercy, he's helpless...like a child, crying for his bottle. I hope you're listening, Mercy because I'm only going to say this once. *He kneels down staring into the semi opened eyes of WRM* Everything you say and do has consequences, so remember that before you spout off at the mouth next time.]

[- Seifer laughs as he takes a microphone from his back pocket. The crowd begins to chant his name now as he raises it to his lips. -]

/ / - Seifer: It’s been quite a long time since I’ve stood inside a W2K ring, who would have thought that I’d be getting THIS kind of ovation? This just goes to show everyone that the Seifmadness is still spreading.

[- Seifer smirks and looks down at William. -]

/ / - Seifer: You know Billie. You’ve been talking a lot of sh*t on me when I’m not around. Kind of funny that the most recent was after I’ve been retired for a couple weeks. But then again WRM all you’ve ever been is a coward and a joke. You talk about smoke and mirrors when it’s really your career you’re speaking about. You’ve beaten me? Excuse me? Was it not ME who pinned YOU? Sure Widow came in but that’s your own damn fault. Come on, all that sh*t you said on confidential�?it was YOU who went to CM and begged him for the decision to get reversed. But no, you want to try and turn it around to make yourself look good. For so long you’ve praised the way W2K is run, telling others that if they don’t like it they can leave. Notice how this was during your push. Yet the SECOND something doesn’t go your way like someone who is SUPERIOR to you in every way, shape, and form, defeats you; you cry like the biggest b*tch baby to ever grace God’s green earth. Give it up WRM, I am simply better than you and you know it. It eats you alive inside. Oh, and when you square off against another man superior to you in the Prodigal Son, I’ll use my connections to get a ring side ticket and watch it up close and personal. Don’t worry though Billie you don’t have to worry yourself with me interfering. GOD FORBID someone interfere and attack you giving the other person an easier victory only to have you whine, cry and b*tch about it�?kinda like you did when you lost the W2K Championship to The Franchise Jacob Mitchell. But no, I don’t need to interfere; Jake can beat you easily on his own. I’ll simply be ring side to watch Jacob�?slaughter you like a third world village.

[ - Seifer grins at that last line as Jake nods at Seifer and tosses his mic back towards the ring announcer as he takes another quick glance at WRM before turning his attention back to the crowd and once more held his arms into the air. He held the pose for a few seconds, as he let them fall back down to his side. -]

// - Seifer: One last thing. And this goes to everyone, ESPECIALLY WRM. Even retired, I’m STILL better than you.

[ - Seifer tosses the mic to the ground as Censored fades on the sight of Jacob Mitchell and Seifer standing in the middle of the ring with WRM fallen in the corner. Jacob and Seifer stand with proud looks upon their faces, as the scene faded to a commercial break. - ]

Joey: Fans, we regret to inform you of something that you’ve surely deduced by now, after the meeting between Isabella Taylor and Mr. McMillion backstage�?but, Ryan Cain, for the second week in a row�?will not be here tonight. His whereabouts are unknown, and, as such, Mr. McMillion has supposedly handpicked a replacement partner for Isabella Taylor in the preceding match-up.

Trunks: Yeah, and Izzy had better hope that The Jerm picked a damn good partner�?because; otherwise, considering the fact that the long-absent, and, for the most part, unknown Whisper has taken the place of Cross�?the outlook isn’t too good.

“Why don’t you ask me what it feels like to be a freak?�?

(“Demon Speeding�?by Rob Zombie rocks the house, and it erupts into an immediate chorus of boos. Exodus parts the curtain and steps out onto the stage, sending the fans into even more of a violent frenzy. Exodus just smirks evilly out at all of them, raising his gaze to all of them with his head lowered. He stands there in the middle of the stage, his long black hair hanging before his face. There he remains for several moments�?until “Demon Speeding�?suddenly cuts, and is immediately replaced by the sound of a bell.)

“I’m waiting in my cold cell�?when the bell begins to chime. Reflecting�?on my past life�?and it doesn’t have much time. ‘CAUSE AT FIVE O’CLOCK�?THEY TAKE ME TO THE GALLOWS POLE! THE SANDS OF TIME, FOR ME, ARE RUNNING LOW!!! AH-AH-AH-AH!!!�?

(We fully go into “Hallowed be Thy Name�?by Cradle of Filth, and Whisper quickly parts the curtain, stepping out onto the stage beside Exodus. The two stand here for a bit longer, before making their way down the entryway, toward the ring. Exodus climbs up the steps to the apron, through the ropes as Whisper rolls under the bottom rope, into the ring. The music continues for several moments, as Whisper leans back against the bottom turnbuckle in the corner, Exodus standing next to him and both eyeballing the entryway. Finally, the music fades out and we’re left with only the sound of the booing fans for several moments.)

Joey: It brings a rather eerie feeling over the entire arena with Whisper here now, considering the way he left the last time we saw him almost one year ago.

Trunks: Yeah, uh, let’s not talk about that. I didn’t sleep for weeks. Well, I tossed and turned a bit, anyway.

Joey: I know what you mean.

(“Soulfire�?by 12 Stones rocks the house now, bringing the crowd to its feet again, this time with an ocean of positive ovation. That is to say, they cheer a lot. Several moments pass, almost to a point that brings question over the arena�?but Izzy does, finally, rip the curtains apart and walk onto the stage. The fire that burns in her eyes is one that could only be spawned by a massive disadvantage, which she is obviously put against in this situation. The look on her face screams determination, and Exodus and Whisper recognize it without wonder, even from this far away. Isabella Taylor stalks her way down the entryway, toward the ring, never taking her eyes off of her two dark-clothed opponents, and neither do they take theirs from her. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope and stands up, taking a stance of defiance. Her music immediately cuts out, and she screams across the ring at Whisper and Exodus. “Come on!�?She gestures for them to get up and bring all they’ve got.)

Trunks: What the hell is she thinking?

Joey: Doesn’t she want to wait for her partner?

Trunks: Doesn’t really look like she gives a damn, Joey.

(Whisper smirks at her teasingly, as he reaches up and pulls himself to his feet via the top rope. He looks over at Exodus, and without a single word exchanged, Exodus knows what Whisper wants. Exodus steps onto the apron�?leaving Whisper alone with Izzy Taylor. The referee seems confused, expecting a fourth competitor�?but Izzy screams at him as well. “Ring the bell!�?And he calls for it.

*DING DING!*)

Joey: Uh�?here we go, I guess.

(Izzy immediately charges across the ring toward Whisper�?who suddenly drops down, almost without being seen, taking Izzy to the canvas with a drop toe hold. He’s immediately on her back, and he drives her face into the mat by slamming his elbow into the back of her head. Izzy reaches back, clutching the back of her head as Whisper quickly rolls off to his feet, staring down at her.)

Joey: Like we said before, fans�?our knowledge of Whisper doesn’t amount to much, but what we do know from his last stint here in W2K�?he’s incredibly quick and his instincts seem almost supernatural, driven by an anxiety that has been with him for god knows how long.

Trunks: Yeah, I guess Izzy didn’t know that.

(Izzy gets back to her feet now, still rubbing the back of her head. She charges Whisper again now, ducking his clothesline attempt and grabbing on, swinging around with a crucifix and coming all the way back to the front, looking for a bulldog�?but Whisper tosses her off to the canvas and quickly runs at her, slamming his foot into her back with a Spinal Tap. “Ohhhh.�?

Trunks: She’d better get some offense here, if she hopes to have any chance of surviving. She doesn’t even have a-�?

(“Girlfight�?by Brooke Valentine suddenly rocks the house, and the fans don’t know what to think. [Especially considering about eight chicks in W2K use that as a theme song.])

Joey: What the hell?

(All eyes are pointed toward the curtain�?when Morgan Blair tears it open. The fans are still confused, and Whisper and Exodus just lock eyes, knowingly, as if to say “another girl?�?She continues toward the ring�?and the distraction created by Morgan gives Izzy the time she needs to actually catch Whisper off-guard.)

Trunks: ROLL-UP!

(One�?two�?thr- KICKOUT! Whisper is out at two, and he doesn’t look happy. He and Izzy are both up, and he stalks over to her as she has her back turned to him. He grabs a waistlock�?and she throws a back-elbow right to his nose. Izzy with the go-behind�?GERMAN SUPLEX! She holds the bridge for the cover, but only gets two before another kickout from Whisper. Whisper immediately stomps over to his corner to Exodus, tagging out. Izzy looks over at Morgan Blair, who has climbed onto the apron in the corner, with question all over her face�?but quickly whips her attention back around, in time to duck a clothesline attempt from Exodus. She’s behind him now, and dropkicks him in the back, sending him into the ropes face-first. Izzy isn’t about to let him regain his composure, as she charges to the ropes, turns him around and immediately whips him across. Exodus comes back, and, surprisingly, Izzy actually baseball slides through his legs as he runs past her. He’s thrown off-balance by this, but can’t stop his momentum, and continues into the ropes, coming right back into a hip toss, BACKBREAKER! She dropped him from the air right across her knee! “Ohhh!!�?

Joey: Isabella Taylor is giving it her all out there!

(She falls on for the pin, but Exodus is out at two. Izzy is frustrated now, and she gives Morgan another look�?before walking toward the corner, apparently to make a tag�?THWAP!! Superkick right to the base of her neck from Whisper, who is in illegally!)

Joey: Oh, come on! Get him out of there!

(The referee forces Whisper back to his corner, as Exodus gets back to his feet and approaches a collapsed Isabella Taylor. Morgan doesn’t look happy as she stands on the apron. Exodus gets the pick-up and presses Izzy back against the ropes, whipping her off. Izzy launches herself into the air, using the ropes like a catapult, looking for a flying forearm smash�?but Exodus ducks! Izzy catches herself with her feet, stumbling quickly toward the ropes�?BAM! Hard elbow-smash from Whisper to Izzy’s face from his spot on the apron! Izzy collapses again, and Exodus stalks over to her. He puts the boots to her back for a moment, before yanking her up to her feet again. He drags her to the middle of the ring and clotheslines her down, rolling her to her stomach and pulling her head up by her hair. He points toward Morgan, who has her hand outstretched, looking for the tag, and Izzy has a look of desperation on her face as she reaches for the tag, as well�?but Exodus now pulls Izzy’s arms back�?and locks in a camel clutch! Izzy starts kicking her feet, screaming in pain as Exodus really sets back on it, pulling back on her chin. The torque on her back is almost disturbing.)

Trunks: Oh man�?she should give it up here, Joey. It’s not worth the potential injury.

Joey: You may be right, Trunks.

(But Izzy refuses to do so. She fights it off, the referee right in her face constantly asking her if she submits, and she doesn’t. She grits her teeth through the pain, eventually pulling one of her arms away from Exodus�?then the other�?and she leans forward with all the strength she can, powering out of the hold and sending Exodus face first into the middle turnbuckle. Exodus pulls himself back up to his feet�?and finds himself face to face with Morgan Blair, who is still on the apron. She shoves him in the chest�?he stumbles backwards�?and trips right over Izzy, who is on her hands and knees, like kids in a schoolyard! Exodus is on his back�?AND IZZY FINALLY MAKES THE TAG! The crowd seems to forget exactly who Morgan Blair is for a moment, as they erupt with cheers! Morgan waits for Exodus to get up and�?MOR-TIFIED!!!!!!!

ON ISABELLA TAYLOR!!!)

Trunks: WHAT?!?

Joey: NO!!!

(Izzy is down�?and Whisper quickly charges in, like an animal that smells blood, and slides on for the cover. The referee seems confused, and Morgan shoves him down and orders him to count. One�?two�?three.)

Joey: Damn it!

(*DING DING!*

Exodus and Whisper look down at the fallen Isabella Taylor�?before just stepping out of the ring and dropping down from the apron, walking up the entryway. Morgan stays behind for a moment, looking down at Izzy before putting a boot on the back of her head and just shoving it to the side, mockingly. The referee gets in her face, and Morgan just takes him out with a hard elbow to the face, before turning and exiting the ring.)

Joey: This is ridiculous!

Trunks: I think it was just�?business.

(Trunks says this as Morgan passes Cross and Riot at the top of the entryway with little more than a first glance, exiting the arena. Isabella pulls herself up to her knees and looks up the ramp�?to see Cross and Riot pointing and laughing at her. She looks pretty mad. That isn’t very nice, you know.)

(The scene picks up backstage. Christian Michaels is standing beside Paul Lombardi in front of a W2K banner. Someone off screen flashes a signal ta Paul. Film is rolling and its time to get to work.

Paul: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to MSN Censored, the thirteenth edition. Tonight I just happen to be standing by with former W2K....well a former *everything* in this company. Christian Michaels, thank you sir for taking time to talk to me.

CM: Always a pleasure Paul.

(The camera catches Michaels adjusting the tag strap over his left shoulder. Its a known fact that Christian loves to use his titles to hide his scar that Dangerously left. It is, afterall, the only flaw on an otherwise perfect body.

Paul: Christian, tonight you step into the ring with fifteen other wrestlers in a Battle Royale......Over the top eliminations.....On the line? Number one contendership for the MSN championship. Now we all know you've been the major champion here before, but this is like a new era with newer stars and a new grand prize......How do you feel about your chances in tonight's match?

CM: I've got to say that I feel pretty good about my chances tonight. Paul, no matter how much changes in this company there will always be at least *one* constant. And that constant is that the Southern Heartthrob is *the* star around here. Heck you could borrow the phrase from countless others and say that in W2K......Christian Michaels is *the* Main Event. I don't care whether you love me, hate me, or just wish that you could be me! The fact remains that there is NO ONE in this company that equals up to me. Sure Nic E Dangerously has been the champion seven times, but when was the last time he was a champion for seven hundred and sixty days? JT Kash may have won God of Wrestling last year, but did anyone buy it? No! All around the MSN circuit fans and fellow wrestlers alike cried out in outrage. Ya know if that crybaby Bret Trip.....er Power Hart....whatever, would have gotten screwed as bad as me, he'd still be walking funny! Paul, do you know anyone else who could have ended Monday Night Rage simply with words?

(Lombardi shakes his head no.

CM: D*mn right you don't! It was *I* that stopped W2K's flagship program cold. Speaking of, there is no one else who could have done and said the things I have about W2K and its management.......only to be invited back into the fold a couple months later. Some of you at home may be asking "So what?". Those list of facts just prove that what I say is in fact the gospel truth in this place. So you better believe it when I say that fifteen other stars are going right over that top rope so that I can kick Matty Legend's a$$ at Hardcore Hell.

(The Heartthrob flashin that smirk he's been doin since before it was the "in" thing.

Paul: What about Isabella Taylor? Last week you were talking about how its fun to play with her......To be the cat to her mouse. Yet this week you've done nothing...

CM: The simple explanation is that the cat has gotten bored with that mouse. But you can trust when I say that I accomplished my goal with Izzy. The Heartthrob promised Ms Taylor something to be remembered for other than being the first fraudulent God of Wrestling winner. In a couple years people will look back now and remember for a couple weeks in the Summer of two thousand five that Izzy had a mini-feud with Christian Michaels.

Paul: But why are you bored?

CM: Paul, Izzy Taylor had a chance to fully feud me. To really be made in this company, cause no one is anything here unless they get to feud either me or someone with the name Dangerously. Well we don't count the one holed up in Chicago but that’s cause she p*sses herself every time she hears the name JT Kash. Anyways, Izzy could have embraced a feud with me and made her name bigger. But instead she thought it'd be better to come up with these lame ways of blowing off the things I did to her. I'm not gonna sit here and carry a feud for her. I have more important things to do. Like winning the battle royale tonight. I'll catch ya later Paul.

(CM pats Lombardi on the shoulder before heading toward the ring. the camera fades out and soon we switch back to ringside...

Joey: Welcome back fans, it seems that all of our competitors are standing in the ring awaiting this big battle royal to crown a new number one contender.

Trunks: I predict Trip wins.

Joey: Why Trip?

Trunks: Because CM. JT Kash, and SPEED are probably still asleep backstage.

Aww they’re all in the ring, besides JT, he can’t wrestle. His butt hurts L . The bell rings and SPEED and ACID immediately go after Trip, who double clotheslines them both down. Next the Caz run at Trip, he ducks under a double clothesline from them. Rave turns around and runs at Trip, who back body drops him on top of SPEED. Adam turns around and runs for Trip, then stops dead in his tracks and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope.

Trunks: ILLEGAL, ILLEGAL!!

Joey: Hush it up!

Adam is under the ring doing something while everyone else is fighting, other than Trip, who has a foot on Rave and SPEED while staring down at Adam. Adam gets back up�?with a pillow and blanket in hand. He waves at Trip, then crawls up on the apron and rolls in with a Teddy Bear. He looks up at Trip, yawns, then covers up and goes to sleep.

Trunks: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Joey: I don’t get it�?/P>

Trunks: Of course you wouldn’t you Punjab!

Trip looks furious, he reaches down, grabs Adam and throws him over the top rope to the floor.

“Adam Knoxville has been eliminated.�?

ACID runs up behind Trip and nails him with a dropkick to the back. Trip stumbles forward and almost goes over the top rope. SPEED and Rave get back up and all three start working on putting Trip over.

Joey: They’re gonna eliminate Trip!!

Trunks: He’s out!!

Joey: WHAT THE!?!

Someone jumps the guard rail and slides into the ring. JJ COOL J WTF!?! JJ throws SPEED and ACID off of Trip, then Rave is quickly over powered by Trip, who flings him over the top to the floor.

“Rave has been eliminated.�?/P>

JJ is clubbing ACID down with rights and lefts. ANGEL DUST runs over to help, but JJ gets up and picks her up in a fireman’s carry position, then drops her over the top rope.

“Angel Dust has been eliminated.�?/P>

Joey: JJ Cool J! What in the world is he doing here?!

Trunks: I don’t know but he’s wearing a shirt that says. “I stole this too.�?

JJ turns around and gets hit by pCp. JJ takes a few shots, then ducks under one and back drops pCp over the top rope, but he holds on and lands on the apron. JJ turns around and dropkicks him all the way off and down to the floor landing right on top of ANGEL DUST.

“pCp has been eliminated!�?/P>

SPEED and ACID both get back up as JJ turns around, they run at him and both men clothesline JJ, and all three of them fall over the top rope and crash in a huge mess to the floor below.

“Speed, Acid, and JJ Cool J have all been eliminated!!�?/P>

Joey: That ring announcer is really earning his money tonight, Trunks!

CM on the other side of the ring is getting double teamed by the Diabloz. CM stumbles back against the ropes as Them damn Diabloz take off full sprint at CM, he ducks a double clothesline and WHAPS RAYOS FACE OFF!! Superkick city bitches. Rayo turns around and soars over the top rope to the floor.

“Rayo has bee…�?/P>

CM clotheslines Loco up and over as well.

“Rayo and Loco have bee--�?/P>

Phoenix runs at CM who ducks down and lifts him up with a back body drop, high into the air, and down to the floor.

“Rayo, Loco, and Phoe--�?/P>

Morgan suplexes Dakota from inside the ring, over the top and to the floor.

“Ah screw it! PEOPLE ARE GETTING SLAUGHTERED!�?/P>

The ring announcer throws down the microphone and lights up a cigarette. That’s what AJ would do. Morgan and CM lock up in the middle of the ring, CM of course pulls her hair causing her to fall down on her back. He does a handstand of sorts above her, then comes down for a big knee drop, but Morgan sticks her feet up in the air to catch CM, he rolls and lands back on his feet, but Morgan stays attached and CM picks her straight up with him, Morgan leans back and drops to her back, bringing CM up and over with a monkey flip. CM lands on his feet however, and keeps the momentum to run forward with another WHAP TO ACE HART!! Ace turns around and is knocked clear over the top rope to the floor. Blade Law and Josh Bose are fighting in the far corner, with Trip and CM now locking up. Morgan walks over to Bose, who has Blade Law lifted up across the top rope. Morgan grabs Blade’s feet, and pushes him over and down to the floor.

Joey: Blade Law is out!

Trunks: We’re down to our final four here!

Bose turns around and gets kicked in the gut by Morgan, followed by a mean looking DDT. Morgan runs across the ring and hit’s a corner splash on CM and Trip. Bose gets back up and stumbles over towards the three of them. Trip and CM both stumble out of the corner. Trip spins and falls down on his back, CM just falls face first catching Trip in the nuts with a head butt. Bose swings at Morgan, who ducks under and lifts Bose up on her shoulder. She walks backwards trying to dump him over, but he’s holding onto the top rope, and isn’t letting go. CM sneaks back up, and picks up Morgan, and flings them both over the top rope. Bose crashes to the floor, but Morgan lands on the apron.

Joey: Morgan didn’t go out!

Morgan starts to climb back inside the ring when someone grabs her by the leg and jerks her down to the floor. The cameras pan over to see newest female member of the roster, Katastrofe.

Joey: Morgan was screwed over by that new Katastrofe girl!

CM turns around and Trip runs up, clothes lining CM. BOTH MEN GO OVER THE TOP!!

Trunks: Saved by the apron!

They both somehow land on the apron, both men get back to their feet, still fighting. CM swings at Trip, Trip ducks it as CM’s arm wraps around Trips neck. Trip sticks a leg in between CM’s and wraps up one of his own, intertwining with one of CM’s.

Trunks: Are they playing freaking twister?!

CM and Trip both try to push each other off, and they end up in a double Russian leg sweep type move, both men crash into the guard rail and hit the floor TOGETHER!

Joey: Who won!?

The bell rings as Censored fades to black.

Joey: NOT YET!! NO!