[ The W2K arena is filled to the brim with fans crowded in. Everyone anxious to catch the final moments building up to tomorrow nights exciting pay per view card. Not to mention the fact that the MSN championship is on  the line....TONIGHT! "Hit Somebody" suddenly hits the speakers.. Heh heh heh gotta love intentional puns. The Goon soon appearing on the stage and recieving a pretty warm reception from these San Antonio fans. He holds his hockey stick up to a mass approval before heading to the ring.

Joey: Well here comes The Goon for our first match tonight Trunks.

Trunks: What an inspiration this guy is.

Joey: Oh?

Trunks: Yeah. I mean if this guy can get over then ANYbody can get over!

[ Music still blaring through the arena as Goon lays his hockey stick in one corner of the ring. He rolls in and gets ready for the match to begin. But first we need Dominic Dmetri to come onnnnnnnnnn down! And he does as some pretty generic entrance music hits. Here comes Demetri, trying to convince the fans that he's in better shape than his opponent. But judging by his "banner" Dmetri is a pretty scrawny guys who needs to bulk up.

Joey: And here comes Dominic Demetri...

Trunks: Looking like a toothpick that grew himself a pair of arms an legs.

[ Dominic gets right in the ring and charges up into the face of Goon. Bad move as Goon decks Demtri with a straight right hand! The bell sounds to officially begin the match. Goon leaps down and begins just throwing the rights and lefts......Pounding his fists into Dominic's face and head. Demetri tries to cover up, extending a foot into the ropes. Our ref right there to break things up. Goon is confused but its explained that Demetri got in the ropes. For good measure the refs ask Goon to open the fists.

Trunks: Ya know, I've never understood how someone could have an open fist.

Joey: Now that ya mention it, that is kind of an oxymoron.

[ RAWR! Goon turns back to his opponent only to find Demetri on his feet. Dominic with a boot to the mid-section following up with a hard ddt. Dominic shakes his head, a few cob-webs from that earlier beatdown still lingering. Pulls Goon to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Goon bounces off the ropes and does a sloppy leap-frog over a bent over Dominic. Hits the ropes again, this time tastinga  spinning wheel kick as he rebounds off. Dominic goes into the pin. gets just two before a kickout. Both men  to their feet with Dominic scooping Goon up for a body slam. Goon slammed onto his back, arches it in pain. Dominic tries to force him back down for a pin. No good though as Goon rolls under the bottom rope to the outside.

Joey: Goon looking for a timeout after that brief wrestling exhibit put on by Dominic Demetri.

Trunks: Guess that time in  the gym this week actually did something for those lil arms.

[ The ref is  up to a five count before Dominic rolls out with Goon. Whips the ole Goon around and catches a right.....a  left.......another right......one more left! Domini Demetri is rocked and reeled to the steps. Goon backs up, lets out a battle cry, and charges at Dominic. But Demetri moves and Goon hits the steps with his knees and flips right over them!

Joey: My god that is just like when Mick Foley did the exact same thing in his WWF title match against Shawn Michaels in 96 or 97.

Trunks: Dude shut up! They're already suing people for having fan sites and stuff with their pictures on them!

Joey: What a bunch of  c*ck-bites!

[ Back to the match where Dominic has rolled Goon back into the ring. Looks to be setting Goon up for.....maybe a piledriver. But its reversed as Goon stands up and manages to get Dominic into a position most fans know and get a kick out of. And then he starts spinning round and round!

Trunks: Holy crap!!! Airplane spin!!!

[ Goon releases his hold on Dominic, sending Demetri flying off in what looks like an F-5 gone horribly wrong!!! Dominic crashes to the ring face first. He rolls around holding his gut. Goon has to hold onto the top rope to maintain his vertical base. The world stops spinning for him just as Demetri pulls himself up using the ropes. Stumbled toward Goon who turns around and explodes from the corner with a brutal SPEAR!!!

Trunks: Jesus T*tty-f*cking Christ in a hand-basket!!!

Joey: I think Demetri may be broken in half!

[ A cover by Goon just nets a two. His lack of actual wrestling skill an knowledge keeping him from hooking a leg. Both men getting to their feet. Goon rakes his hands down the back of Dominic Demetri. This draws a warning from tonight's ref.  Goon pushes past the ref, hits the ropes, and catches Dominic with a bulldog. Fans starting to get behind Goon a lil as he builds up the momentum. Fist drop from Goon sends Dominic rolling out of the ring. Goons reaches out of the ring ta grab Dominic and gets hung up on the rope. Demetri slides in the ring, but Goon has charged across the ringa nd hit the ropes. Comes back and hits his version of the clothesline from hell.

Joey: I believe he calls that "High-sticking"

Trunks: Shhh! He's about to get a "Three Game Suspension"

[ No doubt about that folks. Goon gets Dominic Demetri up and hits the "Three Game Suspension" juvi-driver! Right into a cover for the One..........Two..........Three!!!! "Hit Somebody" blasts back onto the speakers. Goon is celebrating and Dominic Demetri is hopefully going to post his stats so that the next person writing his match has some to go by!

[ Coming back from a commercial break we catch "Kryptonite" blaring as Christian Michaels strolls down the entrance ramp. He's wearing that lil smirk moving up the steps onto the apron. CM ducks into the ring between the top and middle ropes. The Heartthrob, unfortunately, recieves a mic and calls for the music to cut. Fans booing at the man even they realize will soon enough be number one contender for the MSN title.

CM: Hello all you low-budgets!

[ Massive boos for the former hero of W2K. He loves it.

CM: So here we are just twenty four short hours away from Hardcore H*ll and my opponent has still not uttered the first word! Guess that I'll just have to carry him to another great match tomorrow evening. Kinda like I cared that piece of trash last year. But ladies and gents I'm not here to just brag about how I'm going to totally kick the crap out of Trip. No no no no! See I found it in my heart of hearts to give a crap about you bunch of inbred local yokels!

[ More boos as the San Antonio fans hate being referred to in a derogatory fashion. Not like Michaels cares if they like it or not. Its funny and he's gonna say it.

CM: What I'm going to do for you all tonight is give you all a preview of the two biggest matches on the card. But instead of selfishly making a picture hyping the pay per view that somehow manages to conveintly hype my match.......not that I know anyone who has eva done that....

[ He rolls his eyes.

CM: I'm going to have some friends of mine come down to the ring and they are going to act out the finishes for tomorrow night's best two matches. So guys, an gal, come on down to this ring!

[ No music cause CM doesn't really like these people. But out comes Lil Kuts dressed as Trip, Version 3Feet-F*ck-all (from some of  Trip's previous PWT works) dressed as CM, some unknown midget as Matty Legend, and adult actress Bridget the Midget as Widow! Even this anti-CM crowd gets a chuckle from the site of these three. They all make it to the ring and line up along one side of the ring.

CM: Aighty folks, these are my friends. And they will firstly act out my match versus Trip. So get to it guys.

[ Michaels moves aside as Lil Ku....er Lil Trips moves to the center of the ring. He locks up with the mini-CM who we'll call Lil CM. There's some jockeying for position. But finally Lil CM is whipped to the ropes. He rebounds off and takes down Lil Trips with a cross body. Race up and they meet each other with an exchange of right hands. Lil Trip ducks an attempt at a clothesline. Lil CM turns around and is nearly caught up in a mini version of the One Way! He wiggles free and Lil CM pops Lil Trip right in the kisser with a mini You Just Got Whapped superkick! Regular Michaels goes down to count the fall. One.......Two.......Lil Trip kicks out! Regular CM is ticked now. But the problem is quickly remedied with a mini Just Like That from Lil CM. This gets a big laugh from  the fans. And it puts away Lil Trip for the three count.

CM: There's your first preview of tomorrow night's action! Now lets see whats going to happen in the main event.

[ Bridget, as Lil Widow, steps up to face off wif Lil Matty. CM says ding ding and we're underway. Lil Matty spends much of this match not doing a d*mn thing. So he takes one simple "Sweet Dreams" x-factor and its over. One.........Two.......Three.!!!!!

CM: And your next MSN champion......Lil Wid-WHAT THE H*LL ARE YOU DOIN!?!?

[ The camera pans over to see that Lil Widow humpin herself against Lil Matty on the mat. Soon Lil Trip and Lil CM join in for the midget orgy. Michaels is there quickly pulling them all off  Lil Widow.

CM: Stop that! Espcially you Lil CM! I'm married afterall.

[ Suddenly all the midgets turn on Christian. They begin kicking an biting his knees an ankles until succumbs and falls to the mat. Then its a darned dog-pile! Michaels is shouting for help into the mic. But alas none arrives. With his remaining strength, CM pulls himself  up and manages to climb above their reach.......the top rope! The scene fading to a commercial shortly afterwards.

this was supposed to be Sapphire vs. Alia, Da Biotch excluded due to no-show, but the person i had write it says he saved it and now can't find it. i'm not sure if he's bullshitting me or not, but either way, sorry guys. seriously.

 

Sapphire wins.

Our shot flashes backstage for a moment, tearing us away from the action inside the ring, our eyes falling upon W2K Championess Isabella Taylor. She’s not due for an appearance tonight, but there’s no harm in simply coming to watch now is there? She stands near a table, fixing herself a quick cup of coffee by the machine, nonchalantly stirring the liquid with a plastic spoon to speed up the dissolving process of the sugar particles. She is in normal street attire as would be expected, and no extra gym bag hangs on her shoulder like usual; she is simply a spectator tonight.
 
However, as we glance over her shoulder, something else catches our eye, or more specifically, someone else. Strutting down the hallway, looking as arrogant and confident as ever, is our current MSN Champion Matty Legend. He is also in his street attire, but a bag hangs on his shoulder and he is clearly on his way to his locker room to change for his big title defence tonight. Clutching onto his title as it hangs proudly on his shoulder, it seems nothing can phase this man right now. That is, until he spots Isabella. His arrogance fades, replaced by a look of disgust as he stares at her, almost mortified that he lost to this woman less than a week ago. Just at that moment, Isabella turns to head back to her own locker room, but she stops, catching Matty’s eye, and now it seems she steals the arrogance Matty just lost.
 
Isabella: Well, well, well, look who it is. Our illustrious MSN Champion, Mr. Legend.
 
Isabella bows her head slightly, dipping low to the ground for a moment, sarcastically acting as if Matty were royalty. He just rolls his eyes as she rises back to her full height, taking a few steps closer to him, eyeing the strap on his shoulder.
 
Isabella: Big title defence tonight huh? William Rodney Mercy up against Matt Taylor for like.. the sixtieth time or something, right? How do you think you’ll fare this time around hmm?
 
Matty: I think it’s obvious how I’ll fare Izzy.
 
Matty almost spits the words out as he aggressively responds to her sarcasm, Isabella just nodding her head in agreement, she clearly thinks it’s obvious too.
 
Isabella: I have to agree with you there Matty. I mean, you did so fantastically well every other time you’ve faced Rodney, this time will be a breeze, right? And let’s face it, if you can dispose of me so easily, Rodney won’t stand a chance.
 
Isabella smiles encouragingly at Matty, but the sarcasm is so obvious, it’s practically flooding the hallway. Isabella opens her mouth to speak again, but suddenly stops, looking a little confused as if she is recalling something.
 
Isabella: Wait a second.. I just remembered. You didn’t actually beat me did you? I guess it’s just because you constantly go on about being better than everyone else, I guess I just expected to lose to your superiority.
 
She pauses again, her smile curving a little more into a smirk this time around, as Matty just stares a hole right through her, he isn’t enjoying this at all.
 
Isabella: So in that case, if you can’t even beat a “not-good-enough-for-your-title lowlife�?like Isabella Taylor, how on earth are you going to defeat a former W2K Champion?
 
Isabella cocks her eyebrows, as if she wants an answer right now, yet before Matty can give her one, she interrupts and continues on herself.
 
Isabella: You know Matty, thinking back to our own personal record now, I believe it’s more in favour of myself, wouldn’t you say? I mean, I’ve pinned you twice now, and you’ve yet to do that once to me.
 
Matty: Correct me if I’m wrong Izzy, but I believe I beat you at Palooza. Maybe I hit you across the head a few too many times, but I certainly remember that match and the outcome very well.
 
Isabella: You see, that’s the difference between me and you Matty. I beat you twice with my bare hands and pure talent alone. Yet the only time you’ve ever beaten me was in a Ladder-Chain match, something I was completely new to, yet you knew inside-out, might I remind you. The point is, you simply beat me up a little with heavy, metallic objects, then climbed a big ladder. That doesn’t make you the better wrestler Matty. It makes you better at hitting people with chairs and ladders and steel steps. In my opinion, and the opinion of many, many others after last week, I’m simply better than you I’m afraid. But hey, don’t take my word for it, I’m just the only Champion around these parts that’s held their title for more than a month.
 
Isabella grins at Matty, before taking a quick sip of her coffee, soon going back to stirring it with the tiny spoon, tipping her head slightly to the side, reminiscing once again.
 
Isabella: You know, I was just thinking. Both times I’ve pinned you, our dear Widow has been involved in some shape or form. Isn’t that odd? I guess she just doesn’t like you very much hmm?
 
Matty: Exactly, you only w-
 
Isabella: No, no, no, don’t start that crap now Matty. Widow wasn’t the reason I beat you the first time, and she sure wasn’t the reason I beat you the second time either. She said so herself. She admitted I had the upper hand, she admitted I didn’t even need her help. Everyone knows how much that girl despises me, so she wouldn’t just say a thing like that without it being truthful now would she? She was simply doing those W2K fans a favour. They deserve a nice, fair contest, and since the referee was pretty much unconscious at the time you decided to tip the fairness scales in your favour, she stepped in to even the odds. It’s as simple as that. No excuses, no explanations, just the facts. Deal with them and get over it, okay?
 
With another nasty grin, Isabella turns to leave, though after a few steps, she turns slightly back, looking over her shoulder at the angered MSN Champion.
 
Isabella: Oh and I wouldn’t be too cocky about tonight if I were you. If I know Rodney like I think I do, you’re in for one hell of a rough ride.
 
Isabella winks, her last final signal to Matty, before turning completely around, heading off down the corridor to her locker room. That comment about Rodney is one dimensional to the fans and superstars alike, simply meaning he is a powerful force that shouldn’t be taken lightly. But Isabella was digging deeper there. She was referring to the man inside, the man that goes by the name of Silver. If he were to come out and take control during that match, Matty wouldn’t have to worry about his title, he’d have to worry about his very life. Silver was a lethal machine a force to truly be reckoned with. We can only hope he doesn’t surface tonight, for the sake of our MSN Champion.

Joey: And now it’s time for our Main Event of the evening, where we’ll see Matty Legend defend his MSN Championship Belt against William Rodney Mercy in a grudge match, stemming from occurrences in one of last week’s Main Event matches.

Trunks: Yeah, this should be uh�?cool or something.

Joey: Anyway, tomorrow night, during the much anticipated Hardcore Hell, Matty is supposed to be defending against Number One Contender, Black Widow. However, obviously, if he loses here tonight, that won’t exactly be possible.

Trunks: Yeah, what’s up with that and stuff?

Joey: I guess Mercy will be defending, should all that crap happen. I don’t really care right now, I’m tired and I want to go to bed.

(Me too. Maybe things would be different if I weren’t stuck with a scramble just to get a card planned out for tomorrow night, things would be different. But, obviously, that isn’t the case. Let’s just get this crap over with. WRM and Matty are already in the ring, having made their entrances while Trunks and Joey had their little prologue. If you could call it that. Each guy is in his respective corner, and apparently, Black Widow decided to accompany Mercy to the ring, as she’s on the outside, looking under the bottom rope and across the ring�?at Matty Legend, who stares right back.)

Joey: So uh, how much of a distraction is Widow going to be here, Trunks?

Trunks: �?Much.

Joey: Thanks.

(*DING DING!*

And we’re off. Woohoo. The two circle-up, before coming in for the collar-and-elbow.)

Joey: This is technical skill versus amazing quickness. I think. Just pretend I know what I’m talking about right now. I’m pretty out of it.

(WRM pulls Matty in for a headlock, and Matty pulls him back to the ropes, shoving him off to the opposite side. WRM comes back, and Matty leapfro- BAM! WRM hits Matty with a dropkick right to the stomach�?in midair and stuff. Matty crashes to the canvas, and WRM jumps on for the cover that gets one. WRM rolls up to his feet quickly, and Matty does the same�?minus the “quickly.�?Matty gives WRM a frustrated glare�?before shoving himself up to his feet from his kneeling position in the middle of the ring. Both men back up to opposite corners again�?before coming in for another collar-and-el- Matty drops to the canvas! Picks the ankle! WRM falls to the mat and�?STF! Matty has it cinched in tight!)

Joey: Yay, wrestling.

Trunks: I almost feel bad that this match is a little on the boring side.

Joey: �?Almost.

(But WRM quickly wraps an arm around the bottom rope, and the hold is broken. Matty mouths off to the referee, refusing to release the hold. One, two, three, and Matty breaks it, rolling off of WRM. Both men are back to their feet, and Mercy shakes his head to get those damn cobwebs out. Matty is quick to seize his advantage, shoving WRM into the corner and hitting him with an elbow to the face. Another. One more, and Matty whips Mercy across to the opposite buckles. Matty charges in, clotheslining WRM, who has “nowhere to go,�?into the corner. Matty attempts a bulldog out of the corner, but WRM shoves him off, and sends him flying onto his back, across the ring.)

Joey: A reversal, is what that was.

Trunks: As in, one guy tried to do something, but the other guy stopped it.

Joey: Insightful.

Trunks: You’re not doing any better.

(Anyway, WRM is quick to follow up, rushing in as Matty gets up and hitting a shoulder block that floors the current Champion. WRM with the pick-up, and he sends Matty into the ropes. Mercy lowers his head and attempts a back body drop, but Matty turns in midair and ends up on his feet behind his challenger. Matty wraps his hands around the face of Mercy and drops back with an Edge-O-Matic, as it is called in the SmackDown! Videogame series. He hooks the leg from his sitting position and gets two. Matty with the pick-up, but WRM breaks free in a sudden burst of energy. He hammers Matty back into the corner, and continues pounding on his face.)

Joey: Mercy mounting some sudden offense.

Trunks: You’re right.

(WRM climbs to the second rope, and starts in with some more punches. One, two, three, four, five, six, seve-�?Matty grabs WRM around the thighs and begins walking, nay, RUNNING across the ring�?right into a running sit-out powerbomb! The referee drops for the count, but Matty has other plans, as he rolls out of it. He slides under the bottom rope, on the opposite side of the ring from where Black Widow is standing, and walks toward the timekeeper’s area. He gets over there and stuff, and totally snaps a chair shut as he picks it up!)

Joey: Now what the hell does he want to do with that?

Trunks: Probably bash the face of William Rodney Mercy.

Joey: Probably.

(Matty slides into the ring, WRM still pretty much laid out in the corner, and squares up. The referee starts to yell at him, waving his arms all like “no�?and stuff. Matty’s totally ready to break the face of WRM, but before tonight’s challenger can even start to get up, tomorrow night’s challenger, Black Widow, slides into the ring under the bottom rope. She pops up to her feet�?right between Matty and the prone WRM. Matty cocks an eyebrow, and Widow urges him on, almost begging him to smack her right in the face. She doesn’t waver for a second. She wants him so hit her, just so she can get back up and kick his ass with blood in her eyes. At least that’s my interpretation of it. Anyway, Matty looks around at all the fans, and the referee seems dumbfounded�?until Matty really reels back, as far as he can, skipping forward quickly and BAM! RIGHT TO THE FACE!

OF WILLIAM RODNEY MERCY!!!!! WRM tackled Widow out of the way, and took the blow right to the face! The referee sees it, clearly! And he calls for the bell!!

*DING DING!*)

“Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, by disqualification, William Rodney Mercyyy!!! However, the Title cannot change hands via disqualification, therefore, still MSN Champion�?Matty Legennnd!!!�?/P>

(Matty has already slid out of the ring and begun to make his way back up the ramp, walking backwards with his Title Belt slung over his shoulder. Widow, who is checking on Mercy in the ring, looks up at him, and the Champion just shrugs his shoulders arrogantly. Widow mouths words that look like “damn it,�?just before we fade to black.)