[The scene opens on Matty Legend standing infront of a small punch-bag�?Matt hops up and down on his feet, occasionally giving the bag some hard rights and lefts, looking focused.]

Matty Legend: C’mon..

[Legend sends another punch into the bag�?Suddenly his gaze is taken away from preparation, and Isabella past him slowly.. they

lock eyes.. Isabella grins..]

Isabella Taylor: Oh, Good Luck tonight�?‘Champ�?/P>

[Legend raises a brow]

Matty Legend: Hmm.. Thanks.

[Legend recognised the sarcasm in Izzy’s voice]

Matty Legend: Good luck against Morgan.. You just KNOW she’s gonna dance all over you-

Isabella Taylor: Well don’t be so sure�?Cause tonight she’ll suffer the same fate as you�?She’ll be going Home.. and I’ll be packing her Bags.

[Matt brushes it off]

Isabella Taylor: Don’t be Glum�?Your times just.. Up?

[Isabella mockingly slaps Matt lightly on the cheek.. she slinks off, walking out the scene�?Legend follows her, intensity in his eyes.. he shakes his head, curbing his anger.. before turning back round. Scene fades.] 

Joey: Starting off Hardcore Hell action for tonight is Agent Orange and Jason Nightmare.

The Lights go down...

Trunks: And it looks like Agent Orange is the first to the ring.

"Duality" by Slipknot plays. A highlight reel of Agent Orange's W2K accomplishments plays, peppered by an Orange Biohazard Symbol. The heavy part of the song plays, and Agent Orange comes down the ramp with all of his loyal fans screaming the lyrics of Duality at the top of their lungs. Orange climbs into the ring and stretches off of the ropes.

As Ax0 turns and leans back against a turnbuckle, "Animal" by Pearl Jam blasts through the arena. Eddie Vedder's vocals pound the arena like a knife through the air, as a free willing and always smiling Jason Nightmare rushes through the entryway pumping his fist and pounding his chest like a mad 1000 pound gorilla. Yelling anything that resembles of rational thought escapes through his voice as he yells back to the very fans that cheer for him. Jumping into ringside with the energy of a school yard child. AxO moves over and stands beside the ref and laughs mocking Nightmare as he watches him jump to all 4 corners of the ring as his fist darts towards the air acknowledging the fans of his presence, and of course, theirs.

As the music dies down the two men are now standing face to face, eyeing each other up as the ref calls for the bell. The bell rings. Nightmare wastes no time locking up with AxO. Nightmare shoves Ax0 back and quickly slams him to the mat with a closeline! AxO goes down but it right back up to his feet.

Trunks: Oh! AxO is quick.

Joey: Yeah, but not quick enough!

Nightmare grabs AxO by the arm and sends him flying into the ropes. Ax0 bounces off the ropes and ducks down as Nightmare follows and nails him with shoulder to the mid section and sends Nightmare flying out over the top rope!

Trunks: The match just started and they're already out of the ring!

Joey: I'm surprised AxO even found his way to the ring tonight!

Trunks: What are you getting at Joey?

Joey: Nothing Trunks nothing, just watch the match.

AxO is up on the top rope. Nightmare is on his feet. AxO goes to hit Nightmare with a flying body press but he's caught i mid air by Nightmare! Nightmare back stumbles a bit. getting a tight grip on AxO he runs full force towards the ringpost. SLAM. AxO's back slams right into the post! AxO drops to the floor like a ton of bricks. Nightmare steps back and catches his breath.

Trunks: Nightmare looks like he means business.

Joey: AxO wouldn't be getting his *ss kicked if he'd been training this week.

Trunks: Oh! That's what you meant earlier.

Joey: Slow tonight Trunks?

Trunks: Sorry Joey,  your mom had me up all night.

Joey: Not again Trunks! Don't start!

Trunks: You asked!

Back at ringside the ref is counting. AxO is slowly getting to his feet. Nightmare rolls into the ring, breaking the count. Nightmare climbs up the ropes, scoping out AxO like a hawk would his next meal. AxO is just about on his feet. Nightmare soars off the the rope and hits AxO with
a moonsault!

Trunks: Oh damn, that's going to hurt.

Both men go flying into the steel rail. AxO looks a bit dilerious as he fumbles around trying to get back to his feet. Nightmare sits back against the rail, getting the wind back into his lungs that was just knocked out of them. Nightmare gets to his feet first, walking over and rooting around under ringside. Nightmare pulls out a table and drags it over and sets it up right next to the ropes.

Joey: Holy Hell! What is Nightmare doing?

Joey: He's hungry, he's setting the table up and going to grab some dinner... *sigh* What the hell do you think he's going to do Joey!?!?!

Nightmare grabs AxO by the hair and pulls him over to the ring apron and shoves him into the ring. Nightmare pulls AxO up, leaning him against the ropes. Nightmare leans over the top rope and grabs AxO and pulls him up for a suplex. AxO's up. Nightmare starts to fall but AxO is squirming and turning and manages to get his feet back on the mat. Out of no where and only God knows how. AxO reverses the suplex, hits it and rolls Nightmare up in a small package. 1... 2... kickout!

Joey: How the hell did AxO accomplish that?

Trunks: Pure luck Joey, pure luck.

Nightmare once again the first on his feet grabs AxO and pulls him up and sends him into the ropes. AxO springs off the ropes and Nightmare nails him with a jumping dragon fist. AxO is rocked back into the ropes and stumbles over into the corner. Nightmare catches his breath and looks at AxO, then he looks out at the crowd and points and starts pumping his fist.

Trunks: It's all over Joey.

Joey: AxO definately isn't getting back up after this one. I guess Nightmare could have some dinner at that table he set up after all.

Back in the ring Nightmare has AxO up on his feet. Nightmare hooks AxO's arms behind his back. Nightmare pulls AxO up. Tiger Driver '91! AxO is out! Nightmare covers! 1... 2... 3!

Black Widow is seen backstage stretching for her match. The crowd explodes as she simply smirks. She reaches down to grab her ankles stretching her leg and back. Suddenly a shadow covers her light view.

“Hello Rose�?/P>

Joey: OH NO!!!

She looks up with shocked eyes but quickly she looks rather annoyed.

Widow: What the hell?

The man who just imitated Dominic’s voice claps his hands a few times and laughs.

Widow: What do you want? Masked freak?

The camera turns to show the man standing before her. He has a W2K title replica over his shoulder. Some duck tape over it reading “LUCHADOR CHAMP�? He taps his title. He is wearing a blood-red luchador mask. A Censored t-shirt and some red trunks. He flexes his average muscles at Widow.

Widow: Get the hell out of here�?/P>

Luchador: Senorita!!! I am El Gran Luchador Champion!!! Puro Sinaloa!!! ORALE!!! Call me El Caliente!!!

He flexes his muscles again as Widow takes a step back.

Widow: El Caliente? Grand Luchador Champion? I know a lot about wrestling. I’ve never heard of you.

EL Caliente: Ah�?but seniorita�?from this day forward you shall never forget me!! I see that tonight you have your big shot. Your big break. To become a Two Time�?Two-time�?Dos Vecez�?Dos Vecez�?Dobleu---Dos- Ka Champion!!!

He pounds his chest all hyped up for the match him self.

Widow:�?Are you retarded?

El Caliente: Seniorita!!! Listen to me. Do you know who I am?

Widow: We went over that. No.

El Caliente: You already forgot my name!!!

Widow: El Dork-o?

El Caliente: EL CALIENTE!!!! That means hotness in English. And you know beh beh. I’m real hot.

El Caliente licks his lips as he looks Widow over�?/P>

El Caliente: You look hot your self. And do you know what happens when yoou mix hot with hot?

Widow: What?

El Caliente: Well I dunno. I was hoping you’d know�? But anyways!

Widow looks at the camera with a “with�?expression.

El Caliente: Believe you me. Tonight you have a great shot at become the MSN Champion. But if you win you have even a better shot at something bigger.

Widow seems “thrilled�?to hear this.

El Caliente: Next week on Censored you will have the opportunity of facing EL GRAND LUCHADOR CHAMPION!!!! W2K’s MSN Champion vs. Grand Luchador Champion!!! The match of the CENTURY!!!! Orale!!! I can feel it!!!!

EL Caliente stands next to Widow, trying to hype all this up. He rests his elbow on her shoulder and looks up at the bright lights. The lights of the ceiling reflecting off his eyes all dramatic.

EL Caliente: EL Caliente vs. La Cucaracha!!! Titles on the line!!!!!! Yeh!!! Yeh!!!

Widow raises an eyebrow…and wipes his elbow off her shoulder.

Widow: That’s nice kid. The things you all do to get an autograph.

Widow begins to walk away. But El Caliente isn’t done!!

EL Caliente: WAIT!!! Seniorita. You know what the Mexican Boxers do before a big boxing match?

Widow extends her hands. Not really caring.

El Caliente: They listen to some Mariachi!!!

Caliente whistles over to some individuals who pop into the scene. Widow looks in shock as a band of Mariachi’s stand in front of her and begin to play as El Caliente sings�?

El Caliente: LA CU-CA-RA-CHA!!!!! LA CU-CA-RA-CHA!!!!! LA CU-CA-RA-CHA!!!!! �?ya no puede caminar!!!!

Widow quickly exits as he continues to sing to him self.

Joey: What the hell???

Trunks: Hmm lalala�?La Cu-ca-ra-cha�?hmmm--lala�?Joey’s mom ya no puede caminar�?/P>

Joey:�?.

We’re taken to the next shot.

Jason stands at the gorilla position staring out into the arena with a smirk, listening to the various noises of the fans.

Trunks: Here comes the Triple Triad Champion folks. Ready to defend his crown.

A few seconds later, he hears the speakers come back to life and watches as the lights dim and go completely out. Another moment of silence, and finally the speakers begin to spew out music.....the beginning to the song 'Enemy' by Sevendust.

Joey: Striker has a lot to prove tonight folks. This match is believed to be a possible show stealer. He wins this�?people will have no room to deny him.

Jason can hear the sounds of fans screaming out obscenities and suddenly, just as the song picks up tempo, pyros begin to hit the stage and the lights come back on in an instant. The stage is filled with smoke and finally, Jason stands up straight and pushes his way through the curtain and out onto the steel stage and the fans explode with booing and chants that are none too pleasant to say the least. Jason stands at the top of the ramp, with his Title around his waist, and stares out at the fans for a moment, a look of utter disgust on his face, before he stretches his arms out and poses as a few more pyros go off behind him. He stops as the camera flashes disappear, and slowly begins to walk down the steel ramp, climbing up onto the apron with the assistance of the middle ropes and ducking in between them as the music finally fades and all that is left is the booing fans.

Joey: I gotta admit. He looks focused. He looks ready to win tonight.

"Thunderkiss '65" explodes over the pa as the lights dim... The fans immediately cheer as REDRUM bursts out of the curtain with Candy on his arm...

Trunks: Oh my!!! Hotness!!

REDRUM is sporting his black wrestling tights that read "Mr. HOMICIDE" on the buttox in a blood red text... RUMMY's long black hair drapes over his face as he slaps a few hands but mainly prepares to mangle and maim his upcoming opponent... Candy walks up the stairs and enters the ring inbetween the bottom and middle rope as to not expose her thong under that short ruby red dress. REDRUM then leap frogs over the ropes and makes his way to the corner of the ring... he sits down in the corner of the ring as Candy stands by her man. . . . Striker keeps focused. Not even Candy distracts him. The lights fade out leaving the arena in darkness anticipating the events that will occur in the next few moments.  Soon their estimations are answered as 'Blind Truth' by Autopilot Off breaks over the PA.

Joey: Here comes Vincent Gunn folks. In the minds of some people a promising figure amongst our ranks. To others�?just another face. Tonight�?win or lose�?this goes for Striker as well�? They have a lot to prove.

Trunks: RDRUM is not as great as Striker, but he’s a veteran of this sport. Has an incredible experience factor.

Joey: Your comment about their greatness is clearly an opinion�?/P>

The lights slowly return to their normal brightness as the first verse of the song unfolds and they reach full brightness as the song slides into the chorus.  However as the lights flare up we see that a figure has walked into the entryway just infront of the curtain.  The figure stands with his head bowed and his arms in a prayer like position.  He bows before bringing his head up to survey the crowd only to be revealled as none other than Vincent Gunn!  Grinning to himself Gunn releases his hands from their prayer position and pounds his chest once with his left fist and twice with his right fist before making his way down to the ring with the great reception of the crowd in attendance ringing in his ears. Once in the ring Vincent raises his arms in the air and circles the ring to more cheering from the crowd.  After finishing one lap of the ring Gunn turns to the rampway and bows once again in it's direction as though bowing to his opponents.  Gunn finishes up by going to his corner and practicing a few last minute stretches. The ref gets Candy out of the ring.

Joey: And here we go!!!

Trunks: You and that over used line�?/P>

SEX TYPE THING hit’s the speakers!!

Trunks: Uh oh.. Here we go�?/P>

The former W2K Champion, WRM, comes out through under the curtains with the crowd exploding with a huge ovation. Rodney wears a pair of silver shades and a black muscle shirt. He walks down the ramp looking over to the three men in the ring. Vincent Gunn in particular cant help but dig a hole through WRM. Rodney walks across the ring and over to the announce table.

Joey: Well well well if it isn’t William Rodney Mercy�?joining us here�?/P>

*DING DING DING* the match is underway!!!

WRM: Why not? I just thought I’de help spice up this night. Get you all some ratings baby!!!

Trunks: God forbid we have a Pay-Per-View with out WRM�?/P>

WRM: I think you’re great too Trunks�?/P>

The three men circle the ring. Candy keeps an eye on Rodney making sure she’s ready to alarm her man, REDRUM if he tries anything funny. All three are trying to avoid the first lock up…so they kep circling the ring. Striker�?gets nailed with a clothesline by RUMMY. RUM quickly turns to watch Gunn come his way�?backdrop connect!! Striker is up�?another clothesline connect�?Gunn is up�?drop kick connect!!! Rummy cleans house as Gunn and Striker roll out of the ring!!! The fans go crazy.

Joey: REDRUM is a very talented veteran. What is your take on this match Rodney�?/P>

WRM: I�?/P>

Trunks: I know what he’s gonna say. He’s gonna say he could do a lot better�?/P>

While on the outside Gunn and Striker lock eyes. They run towards each other and begin to brawl it out. RUM runs and hit’s a baseball slide on both of them. They crash on to the guardrail. Gunn back flips over the guardrail landing on his feet on the other side. Striker hit’s the side of RUM’s face with an elbow…RUM hits him with one of his own. Meanwhile Gunn hops on to an empty steel chair then over to the two hitting a cross body. All three bodies land hard on the mats.

WRM: REDRUM looks very prepared for this match. As does Gunn. The Champion has his work cut out.

Gunn stands up and looks over at Mercy�?/P>

WRM: Keep your head in the match kid�?/P>

Striker pounds on Gunn’s back with a forearm. As Gunn falls Striker lifts him and sends him shoulder first on to the steel post. RUM comes from behind locking up a waist lock on Striker. He tries to hit a German but Striker reaches the post and hangs on. RUMMY tries again but Striker hands on to the post. He tries one more time�?RUM forces him forward against the steel post.. Striker is slightly cut on the forehead�?/P>

Joey: The champion is cut folks�?/P>

WRM: He’ll be alright. Cuts are overrated. Unless you lose enough blood or it gets in your eyes preventing you from seeing�?it shouldn’t be much of a factor. If anything is pumps you up even more.

RUM notices Striker letting go of the post�?and lifts him hitting a German on to the mats. RUM begns to pound his fist on to Striker’s forehead causing him to bleed even more.

WRM: Watch out�?/P>

RUM suddenly gets met with a KICK TO THE MOUTH!!!! A huge running sidekick from Vincent Gunn�?The crowd “ooooaaaaaa’s�?as they see that several times on replay. Gun waits for RUMMY to get back to his feet and connects with a series of kicks. A kick to the chest sends RUM to the steel guard rail jamming his lower back.

Joey: Vincent Gunn is back into this match. Looks like he’s taken RUM out�?atleast for a while.

Gunn grabs Striker and rolls him inside the ring. He gives Striker some swift kicks to the ribs and thighs. Gunn runs to the second rope and springboards for a Lionsault!!!!�?Striker lifts his knees!!! Gunn bounces off Striker’s knees causing aches to his ribs. Gunn lands sitting down on the second rope. *TAWCK*�?from the outside!!!! RUM just gave a swift kendo stick shot to Gunn from the outside�?/P>

Trunks He cant do that!!!

WRM: He just did�?/P>

Joey: This is HARDCORE HELL FOLKS!!!

Gunn lands face first on the mat. The fans go wild as RUM raises the kendo stick to the air and enters the ring. Striker tells the ref about this. The ref tries moving but of the way but Striker grabs him as a shield. RUM keeps aiming to hit Striker but he keeps putting the ref on the way.

WRM: Come on man. Don’t use the ref�?/P>

Joey: I remember you shoved the ref on to your opponents�?/P>

WRM: You’re suppose to be on my side Joey�?/P>

RUM doesn’t care!!!! He swings it cracking the ref’s skull!!!! “OOOOAAAAA”�?from the crowd as he then hits it right across Striker’s shoulder�?he comes to his knees and relieves another to the head!!! Striker tries getting back up but relieves another to the back!!! *BAM*�?*BAM*�? Striker’s back is marked with red from the shots!!! *BAM*�?“ooooaaaaaa�?the crowd is loving it. RUMMY wipes some blood trickling down his lip from Gunn’s kick earlier. Speaking of�?/P>

Joey: GUNN!!!!

ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!!!! “OOOOAAAAAAA�? RUM falls like a pack of potatoes!!!!!!! He looks OUT!!! COLD!!!

Joey: What a kick!!!

Trunks: Remember when he knocked you out with that kick WRM?

Rodney stays silent as Gunn covers�?�?�?NO REF!!! Gunn rolls out of the ring and kicks the steel steps. He looks under the ring and pulls out�?a TABLE. The crowd goes wild. He lifts it�?and slides it inside the ring. Striker is up…he�?SUICIDE DIVES THROUGH THE SECOND AND THIRD ROPES!!! Both Gunn and Striker are out on the outside. All three men try to recover meanwhile�?/P>

Joey: What a match. All the fans are on their feet.

Trunks: What are you doing out here anyways Rodney?

WRM: I might be here all night commentating. I just wanna help spice up the PPV. Didn’t I already tell you?

RUM stands while in the ring as his girl Candy cheers him on. He sees the table. Almost like a Christian looking at the bible. He lifts it and puts it on the corner of the ring. He turns�?Candy screams�?too late�? Striker hits “THE STRIKE”�?the Superkick sends RUM flying back and on to the table�?shredding it to pieces. Striker walks over and mocks Candy as he points towards the beaten down REDRUM. Striker picks up the Kendo stick as if he’s ready for revenge�?/P>

Joey: Whats he doing�?/P>

Not Striker�?Gunn�?he’s just got ladder from under the ring and set it up on the outside.  Striker hasn’t noticed this however�?he’s focused on REDRUM who still seems knocked out in the corner. Striker turns�?Gun jumps off the ladder�?*BAM*�?Kendo stick shot to the ribs. Gunn falls hard holding his ribs in pain.

Trunks: The Champion caught him folks!!!

Striker follows up with a shot to Gunn’s back. Gunn stands up straight however�?He tightens his fists as a shocked Striker delivers another shot!! Gunn takes the shot and steps forward a bit�?he breaths heavily but took the shot well. Striker shrugs and delivers another across Gunn’s back!!! Gunn’s back now bleeding.

Trunks: Gunn is out of his mind�?/P>

Gunn turns around as Striker delivers another shot across his face!!! Gunn staggers a bit but stays standing�?*ANOTHER*.. *ANOTHER*�?Gunn falls to a knee but comes back to his feet. He’s joined Striker in the bleeding department�?Striker hits Gunn with *ONE* *MORE*�?the Kendo stick breaks in half. Gunn has his eyes locked on Striker�?Striker punches�?Gunn counters with one of his own. Striker tries another�?Gunn blocks it�?hits his own.

Joey: WATCH OUT!!!

**BAM**�?REDRUM swings a broken chunk of the table cross Gunn’s back. That piece breaks in half as Gunn’s knocked down face first on the mat. RUMMY aims the half chunk towards Striker�?Striker loves his daze and kicks REDRUM in the gut!!! He sets him up for what appears to a piledriver�?RUM tries to backdrop him but Striker uses the momentum to help him hit the CLASS ACT!!!!

Trunks: HE HIT IT!!!!! HE HIT IT!!!

A version of the Canadian Destroyer connect�?Striker flings his hand over RUM’s chest�?the ref is just starting to get up..

ONE
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TWO
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THRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEDDDDDDDDDRRRUMMM KICKS OUT!!!!!

Trunks: He kicked out!!!!??? What the hell�?/P>

The fans are going wild. Striker pounds on the match and yells at the ref about this. He stands and only finds Gunn right there�?Gunn hit’s a knee to his ribs. He keeps a hold on the back of Striker’s head and jumps downward causing Striker’s face to crash on his knee. REDRUM slowly climbs to his feet�?�?Gunn runs and hit’s a leg drop across the back of his head�?almost like Fameasser. Gunn reaches over from the outside and tries to grab the ladder�?he manages to pull it towards him and halfway through the ring�?Striker is back up!!! He attacks Gunn from behind�?the ladder falls on to the outside but stays leaning against the ropes. Gunn manages to stagger Striker and with a stiff right hand send him down and out. He walks over to grab the ladder again�?he brings it half ways again�?over of the top rope. RUDRUM kicks the ladder causing it to pop up and uppercut Gunn!! With Gunn’s grip the ladder flings inside the ring. RUMMY sets it up in the corner of the ring. He begins to climb the top�?Striker is back up and  climbs up him self�?the two meet at the top. They got fist for fist�?Striker is winning the fist war up there!! REDRUM is one less grasps away from falling on to the outside.. Striker hits him with another right!!!! REDRUM FALLS OFF THE LADDER�?but he lands on the top turnbuckle!!!!

Joey: REDRUM was so close from falling all those feet to the solid ground�?/P>

REDRUM pushes the ladder forward the ladder crashes down landing on Striker!!! Gunn is back up and runs on to the ropes�?REDRUM loses balance and falls between the turnbuckle.

Trunks: Ohhh I bet Candy doesn’t like that!!!

WRM: This looks like any ones match.

Striker gets the ladder off of him but just rolls over to the side exhausted and hurt. Gunn climbs the turnbuckle hoping to connect with a Superplex on REDRUM!! He hits it!!! He rolls over to cover�?.�?.�?Striker breaks the count!!! Striker lifts Gunn�?Gunn hit’s a Northenlights Suplex�?1...2... RUMMY breaks the count!!! Each one of them roll to different directions. They all get up around the same with a standing ovation from the crowd.

Joey: They’ve all been through hell tonight.

They all circle the ring�?Gunn flings forward and grabs Striker’s feet trying to knock him down�? Striker responds with a shot to the back of his head�?REDRUM runs to connect with a clothesline�?Striker ducks it however�?the champion then kicks RUM on the gut and sends him to the ropes�?RUMMY sunset flips over Striker�?BUT he’s met with a T-Bone Suplex via Gunn!!!!

Joey: All that momentum used against him!!!

WRM: I gotta go�?/P>

Gunn hit’s a ROUNDHOUSE KICK across STRIKERS HEAD!!!!!

Joey: WOW!!!!

The pop was heard across the arena!!! He covers Striker�?1.�?.2...�?.

Trunks: WRM!!!!

Rodney drags the ref out of the ring!!! Gunn cant believe this�?Rodney just shrugs�?smiles as he sees REDRUM behind him�?Rodney signlas Gunn to turn around�?RUM does it for him�?he flings him around�?HOMICIDE HEAVE!!!!!!!

Trunks: What the hell is WRM DOING!!!! LOOK WHAT HE”S DONE!!!!

Striker is in no condition to stop the count�?

1.…�?.…�?3!!!!!!!!!

Joey: I cant believe what Rodney just did�?it’s been done to him before. He didn’t like it. And now he’s done it to Gunn�?/P>

Trunks: STRIKER WAS SCREWED!!!

Joey: Striker? Gunn was screwed!! I cant believe Rodney just did that

“Ladies and Gentlemen�?your winner and NEW TRIAD CHAMPION REDRUM!!!!�?/P>

Rodney slowly walks on to the ring and climbs the steel steps. Some medics come at Striker’s aid. He’s lost a lot of blood. REDRUM poses along side Candy with his music blaring in the background. WRM receives a mic and just shrugs at the exhausted REDRUM.

Joey: I don’t think REDRUM knows what’s going on�?but I think he’s just ready to go and celebrate his victory.

He does just that with Candy helping him walk up the ramp. Rodney waits patiently until REDRUM finishes his celebration and the music stops�?the crowd has some mixed reactions.

Joey: It was such a great match. No reason for Rodney to have laid a finger there. At all!!

Trunks: Technically he didn’t touch Gunn�?/P>

Joey: Quiet Trunks!!!!!

Rodney paces the ring and shakes his head a few times�?he takes his shades and puts them in his jeans�?pockets�?/P>

WRM: Gunn�? You thought I was going to forget. Wrong!!! You don’t think I know? I wont mention names. But I know you’re a bounty hunter and I know you were hired to take-me-out. You wanted to come out here and imitate my debut to this place? You wanted to enrage me!!! Look pal�?/P>

Rodney leans over looking down on Gunn�?/P>

WRM: You know its all fun and games. This is just my job. Every other punk who’s come along and tried to “take me out�?have they succeeded? NO!!! They dedicate their LIVES to taking me out. They still don’t get it done. What makes you think you’re different? I know that I’m already in my thirties. I don’t have the speed of Ryan Cain. I don’t have the hardcore edge of REDRUM. I don’t crack funny jokes like JT Kash. But one thing I do better than anybody else. Is create something�?out of nothing. When I’m on the card you’re guaranteed one of the top matches�?if not thee top match on the card. Every time!! You wanted to imitate me. There you go. This happened to me on the second installment of Censored. I had the pin and the ref was dragged out of the ring. I thought I didn’t want this anymore Gunn. I thought that was it for me. But you and your people have threatened more than just beating me in a match. You people have threatened my life. You don’t think I saw through this act? All this crap about winning the Triad Title. You’re not here for that. I know why you’re here.

Rodney shakes his head�?/P>

WRM: The name is WIILLIAM RODNEY MERCY�? (with crowd) REMEMBER IT!!!!

Rodney drops the microphone.

Joey: The Rodster made his presence felt tonight. He isn’t playing around with his Vincent Gunn.

Trunks: What “people�?is he talking about?

Joey: I don’t know Trunks�?I don’t know�?/P>

Gunn sits up looking furious as Rodney walks up the ramp way. The shot cuts from ringside onto a promo for the next PPV.

The next shot is cut back in the Champions locker room. Matty legend is ready to go and defend his MSN Championship.

Trunks: He’s ready to go!!! He’s focused!!! He’s Matty Legend!!! MSN WORLD CHAMPION�?/P>

Joey: Stop hyping him up�?/P>

Suddenly a knock is heard at Legend’s door.

Legend: Talk to my agent mate. I have a match to prepare for.

Voice: Es muy�?*cough*�?it’s important sir.

Legend: Agent�?Agent�?His people will talk to your people. Those people will talk to my people and my people will confirm with Jerms�?people. See? How simple it is? Now go.

Voice: No ‘sea mamon guey�? Look man. This is concerning your next title defense if you win tonight.

Legend thinks for a moment. He shrugs and decides to open the door. What does he find? The same guy who was bugging Widow earlier. El Caliente welcomes him self inside the Champions lockeroom.

Legend: Who told you to come in?

EL Caliente: EL Legendario�? I sense a big title match coming up. This is your big title defense!!!

Legend: Are you a guy Jerm sent for you can pump me up!!

El Caliente: My inspiring words are not to help you. They’re to prepare you. Today its cornflakes. Next week on Censored. If you win�?/P>

El Caliente flings his fake title from his back and puts it on his shoulder.

El Caliente: You get a shot at the GRAND LUCHADOR CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

Legend: Come again?

EL Caliente: Matty Legendario. I will watch you closely tonight. Next Censored. It’s on!!! Picture it now!!! El Caliente vs. El Legendario in the Unification title match of the CENTURY!!!!! ORALE!!!

Legend thinks about this. El Caliente walks over and grabs some fruit as Legend thinks.

Legend: I’ll think about it�?/P>

El Caliente: Brraggh,,,, ghjjy�? *SPIT*�?ah, legend. A Fair Woring!!!

Legend: Woring?

El Caliente: Yes a Woring.

Legend: What the hell is a Woring?

El Caliente: WORING!!!!

Legend: Ohhhhhh�?A waaaaaaarning

El Caliente: YES!!!!

Legend: A Warning about what?

El Caliente: I don’t know!! You made me forget pendejo!!!!

Legend: Whats a Pindegoe?

EL Caliente: Pindegoe????!!!! Bah!!! You look out!!! Censored, if you win. EL Caliente vs. El Legendariooo!!!

EL Caliente pounds his chest and runs out of Legends locker room�?Legend looks over at the camera and shrugs�?but before he can walk over to close the door El Caliente comes back.

El Caliente: Can I have some more grapes?

Legend: I guess�?/P>

EL Caliente takes the whole bowl of fruit and runs out of Legend’s locker room.

Joey: What is it with this guy?

Trunks: Lalala�?Joe-E’s-moooo-hoom----Joe-E’s-mooo-hoom�?ya no puede caminar!!! Lala�?/P>

Joey: �?

Shot fades from Legends locker room.

 [The Camera fades too the ring area, we zoom quickly round the Packed W2K Arena before fading back too Trunks and Joey at ringside]

Joey: The night only gets better, Trunks. Jacob Mitchell TONIGHT.. Defends the Impact Title.

Trunks: Joey, you think of ALL the previous Impact Champions. Cross, Matt Taylor, William Rodney Mercy, Sapphire�?but this Jacob Mitchell ranks somewhere up their, amongst the best.. I like this Kid.

Joey: Well hopefully not too much, if ya know what I mean

Trunks: No Joey, what are you getting at?

Joey: Some.. Sexual Attracti-

Trunks: Ahh yes your Mom.

Joey: �?/P>

Ring Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.. THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS FOR ONE FALL.. AND IS FOR THE W2K IMPACT CHAMPIONSHIP!!

[The lights in the arena flicker, as the commentators and crowd watches the titantron, waiting for the man's introduction movie to hit. Red lights fill the arena, as the small projecter infront of the stage begin to flash with Jacob's face as one of his trademark tattoo signs. Finally, 'Dopes to Infinity' by Monster Magnet plays over the P.A. System. The crowd jumped to their feet anxiously waiting the arrival of The Prodigal Son. The black curtain was seen pushed to the side as Jacob slowly struts out and stopped at the top. He holds both arms out to his side, with an cocky smirk on his face while he waves the crowd down. He dropped his arms back down to his side as he begins to walk down the metal ramp, watching the crowd laughing at them, making them cheer him more. Jacob has on his black tights, and tribal design on the back of his tights, which was outlined with a red stroke, and in silver letters 'MITCHELL' which was also stroked with a red outline. Once he reached the middle of the ramp, he slowly dropped down to his left knee and braced himself with his left arm and closed his eyes. He looked down at the steel ramp as sparks fell from the top of the titantron. Jacob pushed himself back up and made his way down to the bottom of the ramp.]

Ring Announcer: AND THE CHAMPION�?From Honolulu, Hawaii.. Weighing 265lbs!!... “The Prodigal Son”�?JACOB�?MITCHELL!!!

[He slid into the ring and pushed himself up back onto both feet. He ran over to the ringpost, pulled himself up and extended his arms again. A few gold and white lights beamed down on Jacob, exposing his extremely cut up body. Though by now, the mixture of cheers and boos got louder as Jacob's smirk got wider. He dropped his arms back down to his side and jumped back down to the mat. He backed up into the corner and rolled his head on his shoulders as he made his way to the turnbuckle in the opposite side. Jacob climbed up the turnbuckle again and held his arms out, gathering much more cheers this time around this time around. He dropped down to the mat, and then perched himself up onto the turnbuckle as he awaited Deus…]

Trunks: That’s the Champ, Joey.. What a Guy.

Joey: �?/P>

[As 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 begins a slow, methodical walk to the ring, his eyes well and truly focused on that which is before him.]

Ring Announcer: AND HIS OPPONENT�?FROM BUSSLETON, WA, AUSTRALIA�?WEIGHING 220LBS.. DEUS!

[Stepping up the steel steps, he wipes his feet on the mat and enters the ring through the middle and top rope. Deus moves too the opposite turnbuckle too Jacob�?Deus gives him a cold hard stare, Jacob tries not to be intimidated as he slips down from the turnbuckle, standing up now..]

*Ding Ding*

Joey: This should be a great match, the in-ring Legend Deus versus the ‘Prodigal Son�? the very talented Jacob Mitchell.

[Jacob and Deus lock-up�?Jacob pushes Deus back to the corner, and then quickly digs an elbow into the back of Deus neck, getting the advantage. Jason grabs Deus right arm and twists it once.. Jacob smirks, nodding, before twisting it again�?Jacob then pulls the arm forward and down, making Deus do a front flip onto his back.. Jacob holds the arm out and lands a Leg Drop on the shoulder�?Jacob climbs too his feet as Deus grips his arm in pain. Jacob stomps on Deus’s shoulder once�?Jacob grabs Deus’s head and rips him off the mat, Jacob knees Deus in the gut�?Then whips him to the ropes�?Deus hits the ropes and comes back, running straight into a Flapjack b y Jacob Mitchell. Deus lands on his face, and proceeds too roll away towards the ropes�?Jacob slowly gets up, now taking his time as he has full advantage. Jacob slaps his chest, before methodically stomping on Deus’s right shoulder�?Jacob grabs Deus head and lifts him up slowly.. KNIFE EDGE CHOP!.. The Crowd scream “WHOOOO!!”�?Deus leans back on the ropes, feeling his chest�?Jacob grabs Deus arm and whips him to the opposite ropes.. Jacob bends over expectantly, but Deus comes back and kicks him in the chest.. Jacob leans back, rebounding off the ropes and staggering forward into a Small Package by Deus!

ONE�?/P>

TWO..

Jacob kicks out!]

Joey: See how the momentum can change JUST like that?

Trunks: Indeedio.

Joey: Huh?

[Jacob rolls forward onto his feet shocked after almost losing.  Deus rolls away, onto his knees�?Jacob runs at him, but Deus dodges him, but grabs his legs and drags him over, Jacob’s neck hits the middle rope�?Jacob stays there as Deus runs over to the nearby turnbuckle�?Deus climbs it�?The Crowd suddenly ROARS.. LEG DROP!! Deus lands on the back of Jacob’s head! Forcing it into the ropes again!]

Trunks: HE COULD’VE BROKEN HIS NECK!!!

[Deus grabs the middle rope too stop him tumbling too the outside�?Deus climbs onto his feet, then steps back into the ring�?Deus grabs Jacob’s head and gets him out the ropes, lifting him up onto his feet. Deus whips Jacob into the ropes�?Jacob bounces off them, running back into a DROPSAULT TO THE CHEST!! The Momentum sends Jacob FLYING back�?Deus is on his stomach, breathing heavily as the crowd give him a huge ovation.. Deus starts getting too his feet�?Jacob clings onto his chest after that stiff dropsault�?Deus staggers over to the turnbuckle�?He climbs it as Jacob gets too his feet�?Jacob shakes his head, still dazed.. Deus faces the ring, and leaps off�?he lands on Jacob’s shoulders..]

Trunks: POWERBOMB!!!

[Yes, Jacob reversed Deus move into a Powerbomb.. Jacob holds his shoulders down for the cover!

ONE�?/P>

TWO�?/P>

THRR- Deus kicks out strongly.. Jacob stumbles back onto the ropes.. Jacob stays leant against the ropes as Deus attempts too get himself up. Jacob staggers forward as Deus gets too his feet�?Jacob ducks down and sends a hard punch too Deus’s gut. Jacob gets too his feet and hits a Snapmere Takedown, before drop kicking Deus in the back of the head�?Jacob scrambles too his feet, Jacob hits the ropes hard, as rebounds back with a Basement Dropkick too Deus’s gut�?Deus rolls away quickly, near to the ropes�?Jacob gets up, walking over too Deus and yet again, stomping on that right shoulder�?Jacob grabs Deus’s right arm and drags him away, before locking it in, bending it the wrong way�?Jacob puts on the pressure�?after a few seconds, he releases the lock, but keeps a-hold of Deus arm, and simply stomps on the shoulder again�?Jacob grabs Deus head and lifts him up, uppercut to the throat by Jacob Mitchel.. another Knife-Edge chop.. Once again the crowd goes “WHOOOO!!”]

Joey: Man Jacob’s been impressive tonight.

Trunks: Totally.

[Jacob drags Deus into the centre for some reason, and whips Deus hard into the ropes.. but Deus grabs the top rope, spring-boarding off the middle rope and flying back with a Moonsault, his Leg hits Jacob in the head!.. Deus falls on-top of Jacob.. COVER!

ONE�?/P>

TWO�?/P>

THRR- Jacob kicks out just in time!!!! Deus rolls off, knowing how close he was, but not losing determination�?Deus grabs Jacob and lifts him up, Deus lays in with a stiff right hand. Deus whips Jacob to the ropes�?Deus misses with a closeline.. Jacob hits the opposite ropes, then ruins back.. but Deus flips up onto his Spine!... Deus takes a-hold of Jacob’s legs and locks in the SHARPSHOOTER!.. Deus turns Jacob over! The Crowd ERUPTS!!]

Trunks: N-N-NOOO!!

Joey: Here it is, JACOB’S GONNA TAP!!!

Trunks: No.. NO HE WONT D*MNIT!

[Jacob reaches out, but it’s the centre of the ring, and he cant do much.. Jacob puts his palms flat onto the mat, and lifts his upper body up, trying too relieve the pressure, but still Jacob shouts in agony�?A slow “DEUS�?DEUS�?DEUS�?chant emerges in the arena.. Deus looks around, actually surprised by the chant.. but keeps on the pressure.. Jacob looks around, knowing the crowd want him too tap! Jacob reaches out a right hand, nobodies home�?Jacob raises his right and, it’s flat, facing the mat�?Jacob looks down, he seems too be fading.. Jacob then looks up and presses his hand to the mat before rolling forward�?Deus flies back, the back of his head hitting the mat�?Jacob curls his back, clinching it in pain�?Jacob’s foot stomps on the ground in anger�?Deus grabs the ropes and gets himself up�?Deus grabs Jacob’s head and lifts him up�?Deus kicks Jacob in the gut�?Deus grabs Jacobs head and tries too lift him for a Suplex�?He gets him halfway up but Jacobs falls back to the mat.. Jacob knees Deus in the gut and reverses it, landing a DDT]

Trunks: Brilliant!.. That’s Class, Joey. Bouncing back after that Sharpshooter.

[Jacob sits on his a**, looking into the crowd, taking a breather�?Jacob raises an arm and receives plenty of heat from the crowd�?Jacob snarls at the crowd as he gets up, he looks down on Deus and starts viciously stomping on his right shoulder�?Jacob stomps about 5 times�?Jacob grabs Deus head and lifts him up, Jacob grabs Deus head and slams it hard on the turnbuckle�?Jacob spins Deus round and trips him�?Deus falls onto his butt in the corner�?Jacob presses the sole of his boot into Deus’s neck in a Choke.. The referee grabs Jacob’s shoulder, telling him too get off.. The referee starts counting.. ONE�?TWO�?THREE.. Jacob releases it�?Jacob then stomps on Deus’s gut for good measure.]

Trunks: Back in control, this is why he’s Champion

[Jacob grabs Deus’s head and drags him out the corner�?Jacob whips Deus hard into the ropes.. Deus runs back, and slides through Jacobs legs, very quickly climbing too his feet to give Jacob a stiff club to the back.. Jacob’s falls too his knees, bending over.. Deus quickly runs too the turnbuckle.. He climbs it with a purpose�?Jacob shakes his head quickly, getting properly too his feet.. Deus dives off for a Crossbody�?suddenly Jacob takes a step back, and drops down to one knee, leaving the other knee out, with that foot on the mat.. so Deus basically Crossbodies Jacob’s knee!]

Joey: OUCH!!

Trunks: CLASSIC!!

[Jacob pushes Deus off his knee, Deus grabs his ribs in pain.. Jacob stands straight, raising his arms, eyes closed, soaking in the boo’s�?Jacob grabs Deus and lifts him up, Jacob smirks, and whips Deus to the ropes�?Deus runs back and Jacob lifts him up by the waist.. Jacob runs with him to the turnbuckle, slamming him into it. Jacob steops back a little.. and goes for a closeline in the corner, Deus ducks it and runs out.. Jacob turns round�?Deus tries a Spinning Hell Kick.. and Jacob ducks it.. Deus’s momentum keeps him spinning�?Jacob runs to the other side of Deus�?nbsp; Jacob quickly stomps on his knee, and grabs his head…]

Trunks: PRODIGAL DROP!!

[Jacob slowly turns Deus over, and hooks the leg..

ONE�?/P>

TWO�?/P>

THREE!!]

Ring Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN�?YOUR WINNER, AND STILL W2K IMPACT CHAMPION�?JACOB.. MITCHEELLLLL!!

[“Dopes too Infinity!�?by Monster Magnet hits�?Jacob gets too his feet and raises his arms�?The referee hands him the Belt and Jacob raises it immediately.. His punches his chest with a closed fist in a confident pose�?Jacob looks down at Deus, smirking.. before dropping down and rolling out the ring�?The Camera Fades]

Joey: At this time, we’d like to present an exclusive interview, that will only air here, tonight, on Hardcore Hell. Last week, we all saw Ryan Cain break down in the middle of the ring�?and confess to the world�?that he had a problem. Now, we will hear from him for the first time since that whole occurrence. Eddie Macklin is standing by.

(We cut to a shot of a very solemn looking room, where we see Eddie Macklin seated in a chair and looking into the camera.)

Macklin: Thank you, Joey. Ladies and gentlemen, as Joey just reminded you, one week ago, we all bore witness to something that I found very difficult to watch. The arena was full of more raw emotion than I believe I’ve ever experienced�?and it all came from one man, and a problem that he was finally facing like the man he truly is. That man is Ryan Cain�?and that problem�?is one with drugs.

(The camera pulls back, and we see Ryan Cain seated across a table from Eddie Macklin in a chair very similar to the interviewer’s. The house crowd can be heard cheering the sight of him, as broken as he may seem.)

Macklin: Ryan, I’m glad you agreed to this interview time.

Ryan: No problem, Eddie.

(His voice is more monotonous than usual; his charisma seems to hold no place here.)

Macklin: One week ago, you did something that I believe took more courage than I’ve ever seen from a man. You, a man of pride and integrity, admitted a true, severe personal problem in front of all your fans, all your friends, and all those inclined to judge you. Many people go through their entire lives without ever admitting they truly have a problem, simply trying to convince themselves there’s nothing wrong. How could you possibly force yourself to do that?

Ryan: It wasn’t easy, Eddie. Just like it wasn’t easy to check myself into this godforsaken place, but I did it. I didn’t honestly know if I was going to make it through the whole ordeal. For a long time, like you said, I was trying to convince myself there was nothing wrong with me. I found myself constantly at ends with my own mind. Deep down, I knew the truth�?I was just afraid to admit it. I didn’t want to disappoint anyone�?and it took a while, but I realized that by doing what I was doing�?I was only disappointing everyone even more. I missed work numerous times because I was passed out god knows where for god knows how long, and, when I woke up, I didn’t even realize what I’d done or what I’d missed until several hours afterwards. I’m not honestly sure you can put what I’m about to say on television�?but every time I stuck that needle in my arm�?every time I swallowed those pills�?I felt myself die a little on the inside, Eddie.

Macklin: I’m sure we can air that, Ryan.

Ryan: Okay.

Macklin: Now, Ryan, as you said, you checked yourself into here, with the support of Isabella Taylor, who we all, by now, realize your relationship with. But my next question is simply, how is life in here? Do you believe you’ll be able to beat your addiction with the help of the people in here?

Ryan: Life here isn’t exactly a paradise, but it’s livable. I have a bed to sleep in and a television to watch. I play basketball and lift weights a lot during the free time they give us. The attitudes of the people in here vary, pretty much the same way they do everywhere else. There’s the assh*les, who will be put in their places if they decide to cross me, and then there’s the nice guys. The ones that will support you when they can see it in your eyes that you’re really struggling. Even past that, there’s the ones that have it much worse than you do. The ones that have had lives consisting of nothing but total crap since the day they were born. The ones that have almost no willpower, due to the fact that their lives just haven’t allowed them to develop any. It’s hard to watch them while they struggle as much as they do. You can almost read it right off their face�?that the moment they get out of here�?they’ll go do it all over again.

Macklin: I see. What about your addiction, Ryan? Are you going to be able to get past it?

Ryan: Yes, Eddie�?I am.

Macklin: What makes you think so?

Ryan: I don’t think so, Eddie�?I damn well know so.

Macklin: Okay, then what makes you so sure? You know countless people have spent fortunes on their attempts at extracting from themselves what you have inside of you. What makes you different from the rest of them?

Ryan: I’m Ryan Cain, Eddie. I’m Ryan FOCKin Cain.

Macklin: That is definitely true. My final question, Ryan, concerns the length of your stay here. When will you be out, and when will we see you back in the W2K?

(Ryan’s gaze lowers now, pointed directly into his lap as he releases a heavy sigh.)

Ryan: �?I don’t know.

(And with those three simple words, Ryan pushes himself to his feet, away from the table, and simply walks away, out of the view of the camera. Eddie watches him go�?before turning back to the camera.)

Macklin: There you have it, fans. The first words in seven days of the man many people used to refer to as the face of W2K. He has my support, and I hope he has yours, as well. Enjoy the rest of the show.

 The lights dim down, the jumbo-tron flickering to life. It's lit up with video of CM in action against the likes of Neddy and Ded Dog. "Kryptonite" by 3 Doors Down pours through the speakers. Christian appears on stage and hits a pose. This sets off three large columns of pyros, showering CM in the sparks and smoke. It all clears away, revealing Michaels still in his pose. The music blares as the Southern Heartthrob makes it down the ramp. Upon entering the ring, CM climbs a turnbuckle and raises his arms. This brings pyros from the other three turnbuckles. He gets down preparing himself for the match.

Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall...Already in the ring, the Southern Heartthrob, Christian Michaels.

Joey: Well, Trunks, we are ready for the number one contender match to the MSN title. Surely both of these men have had their history together.

Trunks: You betcha, Joey. Last year at this very event, the man standing in the ring right now defeated Trip for HIS first ever W2K Championship ending Trip's second. And you gotta believe, Christian has never let Trip hear the end of it.

Joey: Well, this is Trip's time for redemption.

Trunks: Well, we haven't seen Trip in three weeks. Where has he been? Does he even know he has a match?

Joey: Well we'll see.

And his opponent, this is PowerTrip!!!

The lights go out as the Jumbotron lights up with blue eyes staring. Suddenly blood is coming down, covering the eyes as the words "Feel The Power" is heard blaring over the speakers. Suddenly the Jumbotron goes black leaving everyone in the black for a few seconds. Suddenly pyrotechnics explode on the stage as "Fear" by Disturbed starts blaring.....And this would usually cue Trip to come out but a few seconds has passed and there's nothing.

Joey: Well, he better not be making a dramatic entrance. We're only allotted enough time on the MSN network.

Trunks: Where is he?

The music still blares but again Trip doesn't come out. This leaves everyone in confusion except for Christian Michaels who's just smiling. He approaches the ring announcer and rips the mic out of his hands. He smiles looking around.

CM: I knew it. The man is scared to come out. He knows that he has to come in this ring and JOB to me. I told you all that Trip is only good for two things....being the suckiest suck to ever suck...and putting others over. And finally he reveals a third good thing he can do....BE SCARED of the man who beat him so many times and not show up.

The music stops as the screen then lights up on the man that should be in the ring with CM; PowerTrip. Sitting there smiling. Christian looks up at the Jumbotron seeing Trip smiling.

CM: Why the Hell are you smiling? Come down here if you know what's good for you.

Trip looks down still smiling and laughing. He then shakes his head.

Trip: You know what, Michaels? I don't think I will be coming down there. So yes, in a way where I won't show up, I am jobbing to the almighty Christian Michaels. And what do I have to lose? What do I have to lose Christian? If I was beaten by you tonight at Hardcore Hell? What would I have to lose? Care to answer that, CM?

CM looks around the arena and points out the obvious.

CM: You would lose your shot for the MSN CHampionship you moron! But if you were here, you would have lost anyway.

Trip simply smiles and nods.

Trip: Very possible, Christian that I would lose to you. But I wouldn't lose my chance at the MSN Championship. You see, Christian...Trip holds up a piece of paper. This here is a contract where it says that if I won the W2K Championship or any equivalent title and hold it for over one month, I am entitled to any Championship match for a du ration of one full year. So, I lost the MSN Championship, what is replacing at equal value, the W2K Championship, a month ago. I still have 11 more months to redeem my shot. So guess what, MORON? If I would have lost to you? Sure, it would continue this big streak of you beating me...and that's fine. Live off that hype Christian, but down the line, I'd still be a number one contender for the title. Now, why would I rather wait? Because Christian, if you become Champion, there would be nothing sweeter but to rip the title out of your hands just like you did to me. So if you become Champion, you can guarantee that I'll be facing you face to face and I will BEAT YOU, Christian Michaels. But until then? I have other plans. So....REF!? I'll help you do it....Count me out...

The referee looks at Christian and back up the screen and shrugs. He starts doing the count as Trip follows along.

Trip: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10!

The bell rings as Trip starts to clap on the screen.

Trip: Here is your winner, via countout, the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER, Christian Michaels!!!! Yay!!! Everyone who doesn't care....BOO that b*tch back to his lockerroom.

And on cue, the fans start to boo. Christian shakes his head as Kryptonite hits the speakers.

Joey: Well, Christian is the new number one contender to the MSN title.

Trunks: Now did Trip chicken out? Because I think he didn't. I think he simply backed down until Christian becomes MSN Champion.

Joey: Well, he'll have that shot for the MSN title against whoever is Champion between Widow and Matty Legend at a later date. We'll be right back.

A scene cuts into Widow's locker room. She sitting on the sofa with a foot up on the table, lacing up her boot. She sits back on the sofa and lets her foot slide down to the floor and looks to the camera as she runs her hair back through her hair and puts a band around the pony tail.

Black Widow: I know you're sitting in your locker room with that cocky arrogant English grin on your face. It's really a shame that you have to be the one that' walking into that ring to face me in a few sure minutes.... You're kinda cute, but none the less I'm still going to enjoy shoving my boot into your face and knocking that grin off of it.

Widow stands up and puts her hands on her hips and nods.

Black Widow: I hope you've enjoyed that title reign while it lasted Matt. Because tonight, your times up Matt. That title is coming back to where it belongs.... around this....

Widow taps a hand over her waist and gives the camera a wink.

Black Widow: Ready or not Matt, here I come.

Widow pushes past the camera and makes her way out into the hall.

Joey: Fans, it’s now time for our *third* Title Match of the evening, here at Hardcore Hell! In the proceeding match, Isabella Taylor is set to defend her long, illustrious W2K Championess Title Reign against the girl many are calling her greatest challenge to date.

Trunks: Yeah, Izzy has proven herself time and time again, but Morgan Blair is no pushover. Not in any sense of the word.

Joey: Our Championess is going to have her work cut out for her in tonight’s match�?and I think it’s time to get to it.

Trunks: Let’s get these boobies bouncin�?

(All of a sudden "Girlfight" By Brooke Valentine comes 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 begin 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 than Morgan Blair emerges from the gorilla screen wearing what she was wearing earlier.)

Joey: There she is, the beautiful, talented challenger to Isabella Taylor’s Title.

Trunks: And damn does she look good tonight.

(Morgan looks and smiles at all the fans as she makes her way to the ring. The fans cheer and the males whistle at her as she has looks out at the signs the fans make. Morgan then stops at the end of the ramp. Morgan puts both hands on her hips as she looks around and takes a deep breath. She then raises both arms up into the air as sparkles emerge from the all four corners in the ring. Blue, Purple, Pink and Silver. Morgan smiles as she walks around to the side and she hops up on it with one leg.)

Joey: This woman has been known to have one of the sharpest arrogant streaks in W2K today, and she’s showing it already.

Trunks: Yeah, well, it works for her.

(Morgan bends over and into the ring. She struts around the ring a bit, showing off her "physique," but more or less teasing the fans. She's a bit more somber than usual, however, and it's clearly written on her face. This woman is focused, determined, and ready to go to war with a woman who has been called one of the best in the world. Morgan Blair wants that Championess Title, and she doesn't care what or whom she has to go through to get it.)

Joey: I can feel the tension already, Trunks. Just look at that purpose�?that resolve on her face.

Trunks: Yeah, my money says we finally see Isabella Taylor’s downfall, right here, tonight.

Joey: That’s a big claim to be making already.

Trunks: I’m a confident man, Joey.

Joey: I know, Trunks�?trust me, I know.

(All of a sudden, Morgan's head whips toward the entryway when the lights in the arena dim and “Soulfire�?by 12 Stones blasts out throughout the sound system and the crowd go wild with cheers, knowing exactly who is coming.)

Joey: And here we go!

Trunks: What are you talking about? She’s not even out here yet.

Joey: You know what I mean!

(After a huge explosion of blue light just beneath the TitanTron, Isabella Taylor steps out from behind the curtain with a huge grin on her face, dressed in her normal ring attire, hot pants and a tiny top, with her hair flowing around her shoulders gracefully. She strolls out to the very top of the stage and places both hands on her hips, moving her head from side to side, scanning the arena with a smirk as the crowd continue to scream wildly at her. Isabella just throws her head back, basking in the cheers while strutting down the ramp.)

Trunks: Can I change my pick now?

Joey: What happened to the whole “confident man�?thing?

Trunks: Look at her!

(She hoists her Championess Title Belt onto her shoulder more snuggly as she rounds the corner, eyeballing Morgan Blair inside the ring and heading toward the steps. She walks up onto the apron, looking out at the crowd with a smile, once more, before giving Morgan a little wink and stepping under the middle rope, into the ring. She walks toward the center of the ring, still giving Morgan her pleasant little look, and Morgan just sneers, clearly seeing Isabella as nothing but an annoyance. Isabella hands her Title Belt over to the referee, who carries it across the ring to Morgan Blair, who just stares at it, almost menacingly. He brings it back to Izzy and shows it to her in the same way, where she just pats the faceplate with the palm of her hand, her face displaying a little smirk.)

Joey: That’s what it’s all about for these women, Trunks.

Trunks: Yeah, well, it’s all about the hope that maybe one, or both, of those tops will pop off at some point during all the physical contact that is to come.

Joey: Yeah, everyone knows what your mind is on, all the time.

(The referee finally brings it to the center of the ring and raises it high above his head, showing it to all sides of the arena, before walking it to the side of the ring and placing it into the hand of the awaiting timekeeper, who takes it back to his table and sets it down. Each woman is poised and ready in opposing corners, eyeballing her competition hardly, while the referee stands right in the middle of them.)

Joey: Aaaaaand�?/P>

(He calls for the bell!

*DING DING!*)

Joey: �?here we go!

Trunks: Didn’t you already say that once?

Joey: Shut up, Trunks.

(The two women seem hesitant at first, both remaining in their corner for a few seconds past the ringing of the bell. Morgan is the first to move, taking a step out of her corner, and Izzy mirrors it, almost exactly. Morgan stares at Izzy, almost confused, before taking another step, and seeing Izzy do the same.)

Trunks: What the hell is she doing?

Joey: Mind games?

Trunks: Well it looks really weird.

(Morgan cocks an eyebrow, before finally deciding to ignore it, circling up with Izzy, each woman watching the other closely the entire time. They come in toward the center of the ring for the opening collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Morgan takes the low road and thumbs Izzy right in the eye!)

Joey: Oh, come on! Already?!?

Trunks: Gotta get started early, Joey.

(Izzy is dazed by this, and Morgan is quick to follow up, hammering Izzy with elbows back into the corner. She continues with these, right to the face of Isabella Taylor, before whipping her out of the corner and toward the other one. Izzy jumps up, however, turning in midair and landing in a seated position on the top turnbuckle, catching Morgan right in the face with her boot as she charges in. Morgan stumbles back�?and Izzy leaps from the middle rope! BULLDOG!)

Joey: A high-impact move from Isabella Taylor *extremely* early on in the match!

Trunks: That was pretty cool.

(Izzy is on for the first pin attempt of the match and Morgan is out at two. Izzy gets the pick-up and forces Morgan back to the ropes, bringing her in for an Irish whip attempt, but Morgan reverses it, yanking Izzy down by the hair as she passes!)

Joey: Is that all she can do?!?

Trunks: No, she does this thing with her mouth, where-

Joey: Shut up!

(Morgan hits the ropes and comes back quickly, dropping and elbow to the chest of Isabella Taylor. Morgan is up, hits the ropes again, and drops another elbow! Up again, hits the ropes, and�?Izzy rolls right into Morgan’s ankles, chopping the back of her knee and picking her ankle! Morgan flops down right on her face! Izzy rolls herself up to Morgan’s torso, wraps the arms and hooks the leg over the back of Morgan’s head! Octopus Stretch! The referee is immediately down to question Morgan on her status. Is she going to give up here?)

Joey: Look at the torque on the neck!

Trunks: And the pressure on the t*ts! Come on, baby! Pop out for daddy!

Joey: Wow, you’re ridiculous.

(And so is this hold! It doesn’t get much more painful than this, but Morgan refuses to submit here! After maybe a full minute of this, Izzy grows tired of this obviously uncomfortable position �?not so uncomfortable as Morgan’s, but uncomfortable, nonetheless �?and releases her, rolling her onto her back and climbing on for a cover that gets another two-count. Izzy rolls up to her feet and walks to the opposite side of the ring, waiting by the ropes, ready for Morgan to eventually pull herself up to her feet.)

Joey: What the hell is she thinking?

Trunks: I don’t know, but it doesn’t look good for Morgan Blair.

(Finally, Morgan is back up�?and Izzy charges in�?leaping into the air for a HIGH CROSS BODY BLOCK! MORGAN DROPS TO THE CANVAS! IZZY SOARS OVER THE TOP ROPE! But she somehow manages to grab the rope�?and LAND ON THE APRON!!!)

Trunks: HOW DID SHE DO THAT?!?

Joey: Uh�?she’s English?

Trunks: It has to be!

(Morgan stands up with her back to Izzy; a smirk on her face, as she believes the Championess is surely laid out on the floor. Morgan turns around and gets a nice surprise, as Izzy ducks her head under the top rope and drives her shoulder into the stomach of Morgan Blair, bending her in half. Izzy stands upright now, hooking Morgan’s head and looking out at the crowd�?before lowering her own head and�?lifting Morgan high into the air!)

Joey: She’s going to suplex her out to the floor!!

Trunks: Holy Jesus!

(Morgan starts to kick her feet and�?slips out of Izzy’s grip! Morgan slides right down Izzy’s back�?and turns the move into a SUNSET FLIP, SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! BOTH WOMEN LAND HARD, BUT IZZY CLEARLY TAKES THE BRUNT OF IT, LANDING FLAT ON HER BACK AS HER SKULL LITERALLY BOUNCES OFF THE FLOOR AT RINGSIDE!)

Joey: OH, MY GOD!

TRUNKS: !!!!!!!!

(“HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!�?Izzy is laid out in the fetal position, clutching at the back of her head, and Morgan is just sitting with her back against the ring apron, breathing heavily. After several moments of just sitting there like this, Morgan finally starts to pull herself up to her feet. She picks Izzy up, as well, and gets a nice footing before FLINGING her into the steel steps, back-first! “Ohhhh!�?Izzy arches her back and cringes in pain, as Morgan approaches, once more, now clearly in control of the match. Morgan gets the pick-up on Izzy and whips her into the railing on the same side of the ring as the entryway, and Izzy bounces off, stumbling toward the ramp. Morgan poises for a moment, watching Izzy from the side of the ring, looking under the bottom rope. Finally, Morgan charges toward the railing, jumping up onto it and walking it with cat-like balance and LEAPING OFF �?ala Jeff Hardy �?TOWARD IZZY�?WHO FLIPS MORGAN RIGHT INTO A ROLLING POWERSLAM!!! ON THE ENTRYWAY! NO PADDING! NO GIVE! ALL PAIN!)

Trunks: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?

Joey: HOW DID SHE DO THAT?!?

(Yeah, that was pretty awesome. But, anyway, that desperation move finally gives Izzy some time to recover, and she does so, properly. She drags herself up to her feet and pulls Morgan up with her by the back of the challenger’s head. She rolls Morgan under the bottom rope and gets up onto the apron. She pulls back on the top rope, and slingshots herself over into a perfect slingshot front-flip legdrop! She damn near decapitates Morgan and rolls on for another cover. One�?two�?THR- FOOT ON THE ROPE! The referee just barely saw that one!)

Joey: Morgan’s ring presence was the only thing that saved her dwindling chances at becoming Champion there.

Trunks: Yes sir.

(Izzy seems frustrated now, sighing as she gets up to her feet. Izzy looks at the prone Morgan�?then to the turnbuckle. She smirks a little, knowing exactly what she wants to do, and the entire arena jumps to its feet as Izzy drags Morgan to a more “convenient�?position, right in front of the turnbuckle. Izzy walks to the ropes, stepping out to the apron and pointing up to the heavens! The fans are going wild!)

Joey: She’s going up!!!

(Izzy begins to ascend the turnbuckles, more slowly than usual. She’s clearly winded here. Finally, she makes it to the top, and the fans�?cheers don’t let up for a moment. She gains her balance, perches herself�?and�?

Joey: HERE IT COMES!!!

(�?TAYLOR TURNOVER!!!)

Trunks: AND THERE IT GOES!!!

(KNEES!!!!!! MORGAN GOT THE KNEES UP!!!)

Trunks: DAAAAAMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNN!

(Izzy rolls halfway across the ring, writhing around violently. Morgan suddenly has a burst of adrenaline now, and moves toward Izzy, getting the pick-up. She turns Izzy around�?and hooks her up for MOR-TIFIED!!! AND�?IZZY SHOVES MORGAN OFF OF HER! Izzy turns around to follow up, but Morgan is already ready for her! Gut kick! Izzy lowers her head�?and Morgan tucks Izzy’s head under her legs!)

Joey: What is she thinking?!?

(Morgan gets all the strength she can muster�?and FLIPS IZZY UP ONTO HER SHOULDERS! SHE’S GOING TO POWERBOMB HER HERE! Morgan walks toward the ropes�?and lowers Izzy down, and slingshots her off the top rope! Morgan uses the spring to leap into the air and turn 180 degrees with Izzy on her shoulders! SIT-OUT POWERBO-�?HURRICANRANA! IZZY TURNS IT INTO A HURRICANRANA WHILE TWISTING IN MIDAIR! AND SHE HOOKS THE LEGS!!! ONE�?TWO……�?THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Joey: SHE DID IT! SHE DID IT! ISABELLA TAYLOR RETAINS HER CHAMPIONESS TITLE!!!!!

Trunks: GOOD GOD!

(*DING DING!*)

“Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL CHAMPIONESS OF W2K�?ISABELLA TAYLORRRRRRR!!!!!�?/P>

(The referee takes the belt from ringside and hands it over to Izzy, who rolls out of the ring and starts backing up the ramp as “Soulfire�?rocks the house, once more. Morgan has recovered by and just eyeballs Izzy as she walks away, breathing heavily through gritted teeth. Izzy retains!)

(Isabella Taylor, covered in sweat �?a mixture of her own and Morgan Blair’s �?is seen walking through a backstage hallway, her Championess Title Belt slung over her shoulder, toward her locker room. Her heavy breathing from the physically strenuous action in her match has since subsided, and it seems that she only wants to rest up now. Several looks are shot her way as she moves through the corridor �?mostly looks of reverence �?but she does her best to pretend she doesn’t notice. Finally, Izzy reaches the door marked “ISABELLA TAYLOR�?and grabs the knob, pushing the door open and walking in.)

Isabella: WHAT THE HELL?!?

(We just barely catch this, as the door shuts behind her. The sound of something thrashing about within the room, behind the door are clearly heard. This goes on for several moments, until the door is torn open from the inside, and Izzy steps out, still in the same state she had been before, sweaty with her Title Belt over her shoulder. She’s breathing heavily again, now seemingly out of anger�?and she has a piece of paper in her hands. She stares down at it in total abhorrence for whatever may be on it. Finally, in a grunt of supreme frustration, she drops the paper to the floor and storms off down the hallway, lacking a shower and whatever she may have brought to the arena. The door starts to swing shut, but we quickly peek in, stopping the door before it closes all the way. The locker room of Isabella Taylor�?is absolutely in shambles. All her clothes are thrown around the room, the lockers are tipped over, and on the walls in red paint are the words “WHORE�?and “SLUT.�?We look down now, toward the piece of paper Izzy had dropped�?and find some writing on it in the same shade of red as paints the walls with obscenities.)

“YOU CUT MY LIFE IN HALF
NOW IT’S MY TURN TO RUIN YOURS�?/P>

(And with that ominous message�?we fade away from the scene.)

Joey: And FINALLY, fans, after three Title Matches, after everything we’ve seen, after all the confrontations and all the interviews�?after all the violence, all the athleticism, and all the contests of heated rivalries�?it’s time�?for the Main Event of Hardcore Hell!

Trunks: Woooo. Matty Legend and Black Widow, bebbeh. MSN Title on the line!

Joey: LET’S GET TO IT!

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a NO HOLDS BARRED, HARDCORE MATCH FOR THE MSN CHAMPIONSHIP!!!�?/P>

Joey: WHAT?!?

Trunks: HARDCORE?!??!?!?!?!?!

Joey: WHO SAYS?!?!

(Apparently the Jerm, since he can make those decisions. Anyway, let’s get to it, baby! The arena is in an uproar after that surprise announcement! They’re about to crap their pants! Suddenly, the arena lights go out, and we’re cast into an abyss of darkness�?until “Enter My Mind�?by Drain STH rocks the house! The fans immediately explode at the opening chords! They can’t wait for this match! Finally, Black Widow parts the curtain and steps out onto the stage�?WITH A BASEBALL BAT IN HER RIGHT HAND!!! THE LEVEL OF NOISE FROM THE FANS IMMEDIATELY INCREASES EXPONENTIALLY!)

Trunks: HOLY HELL!

Joey: THEY’RE GONNA BLOW THE DAMN ROOF OFF!!!

(Widow raises the bat up over her head from her spot on the stage as the lights start to come back up, and pyrotechnics suddenly explode on either side of her, lighting up the entire arena!)

“Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, the challenger for the evening, hailing from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, she weighs in at 135 pounds and stands at five-feet, seven-inches�?Black WIDOWWW!!!�?/P>

(Widow lowers the bat as her name echoes off the walls of the arena, nodding her head in recognition. Finally, she starts her way down the ramp, toward the ring.)

Joey: Widow has been awaiting another shot at W2K’s top Title since PowerTrip took it away from her!

Trunks: She was, and to this day, still is, the longest reigning W2K Champion of all time.

Joey: What do you think, Trunks? Is tonight finally Widow’s night?

Trunks: I don’t know, Joey. I really don’t know.

Joey: But you always make some kind of pick before a match like this, Trunks.

Trunks: Not this time, Joey.

(Widow hops up onto the apron, standing up and ducking her head as she steps into the ring. She raises the bat over her head, once more, as the lighting is returned fully to the arena.)

Trunks: These fans just won’t let up!

Joey: What?!?

Trunks: I said-�?/P>

Joey: WHAT?!?

Trunks: Damn it.

(Widow’s theme music finally dies out, and she lowers the bat to her side. The fans�?cheers still don’t waver in any way�?and not even Black Widow, herself, can help but just smile and shake her head�?until “Alive�?by P.O.D. rocks the house, and all those cheers suddenly turn to monstrous boos of hatred!)

Joey: Wow, these fans tonight hate Matty Legend just as much as they love Black Widow.

Trunks: You said it right, Joey.

(Matty parts the curtain and steps out onto the stage, a scowl on his face and the MSN Championship Belt around his waist. He doesn’t look happy at all. As a matter of fact, he appears extremely smug.)

Trunks: What’s wrong with him?

Joey: I don’t think he likes the last-minute, no holds barred ruling.

Trunks: Well then who the hell made that order?!?

(Matty doesn’t have his usual arrogant swagger, instead, he simply walks down the ramp, almost angrily, as his pyrotechnics cross over each other behind him, on the stage.)

“And introducing the defending Champion, hailing from London, England, weighing in at 210 pounds and standing at an even six-feet�?the reigning Champion of MSN�?Matty LEGEEENNND!!!�?/P>

(He eyeballs Widow the entire time, obviously finding that baseball bat she’s wielding not at all appetizing. Matty doesn’t climb directly into the ring, in fact, he does quite the contrary. He walks around the ring to the timekeeper’s area.)

Joey: Where is he going?

Trunks: Well�?she has a bat.

Joey: So he needs a chair.

(Yes, indeed. Matty snaps a chair shut, just as he did last night, before ultimately getting himself disqualified due to a save made by William Rodney Mercy. Matty virtually *tears* his MSN Title Belt from his waist and tosses it down on the timekeeper’s table. He turns, chair in hand, and slides into the ring, opposite Widow. The referee starts to try and get the weapons away from both competitors, but it’s to no avail. This is a hardcore match, and it will be treated as such. He just shrugs and sighs, lowering his gaze to the canvas for a moment�?before looking to Matty�?and then to Widow, each wielding a weapon�?and calling for the bell!

*DING DING!*)

Joey: Hardcore action for the MSN Title Belt!

Trunks: Here we go!!!

(They hold their eyes locked on each other’s gaze, Widow urging Matty to bring what he has to her, just as he does the same, urging Widow on. They’re almost daring each other�?and, suddenly, they both EXPLODE out of their corners, charging across the ring! Widow swings her bat! Matty swings his chair! CLASH!!! The objects smash together and the sound bounces all over the arena!)

Joey: Good god!

Trunks: Only one person is going to walk out of her tonight, Joey!!!

(Upon the smacking together of their weapons, the vibration �?or, “beestings�?is referred to by baseball players �?causes each of them to drop their weapons to the canvas. Seeing this, Matty lunges for the bat, and Widow lunges for the chair! They each lift their opponent’s weapon, turn, and SWING! CLASH!!! THE SAME RESULT, AND THEY DROP THE WEAPONS, ONCE MORE! Widow sees this, and lunges, nay! Pretends to lunge for the bat! Matty falls for it and goes for the chair! He gets it�?THWAP! WIDOW PUNTS IT RIGHT INTO HIS FACE!!! “OHHHH!!!�?

Trunks: OUCH!

Joey: I’LL SAY!

(Matty crumples to the canvas! Widow rolls him over and climbs on for the early pin attempt! One�?two�?thr- SHOULDER UP! Widow rolls off of Matty, and Matty rolls up to a knee, lifting a hand to his face and finding a trickle of warm blood running from his nose. He spits onto the canvas and looks up at Widow, who just shrugs her shoulders mockingly as Matty stands up. They both separate to their corners�?and here we go again! They stalk toward one another, and we actually get a collar-and-elbow tie-up in the center of the ring.)

Joey: This hardcore environment *clearly* stands in the favor of our challenger, tonight.

Trunks: I couldn’t agree with you more, Joey.

(Widow snaps on a tight headlock, cinching back on it hard. Matty pulls her back to the ropes and sends her off. Widow rebounds- SPEAR! Matty is almost broken in half there! Widow mounts him and starts in with some hard right hands! Five, six, seven, eight. Widow gets off of Matty and stands to her feet. Widow clenches her fists and lets out a war cry. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!�?She pounds her chest hard, and the crowd gets right behind her.)

Trunks: Look at her!

Joey: She’s got more adrenaline pumping through her than we have blood!

(Matty stumbles up to his feet and gets clotheslined right back on his ass for the trouble! Matty is quick to get back to his feet, and Widow shoves him right back into the corner. She throws several more right hands right to his face, before whipping him across into the opposite corner. He bounces out, walks back toward Widow, and she EXPLODES out of the corner with a clothesline attempt! DUCKED! Widow runs chest first into the top turnbuckle! She turns slowly�?CACTUS CLOTHESLINE FROM MATTY LEGEND!)

Joey: They’re out here right in front of us now!

Trunks: Watch yourself, Joey.

(Matty is the first one back to his feet, and he gets the pick-up on Widow. He grabs her by the back of the head and SLAMS her face into the announcers�?table! He turns her around and whips her back first into the ring apron! She sticks there, and Matty charges in at her. She moves! Matty jumps up onto the apron in one leap, gains his balance and�?MOONSAULT OFF THE APRON! He lands on his feet to the side of Widow, just behind her, in perfect position for�?RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP! WIDOW’S HEAD BOUNCES OFF THE ANNOUNCERS�?TABLE!!! “OHHHHH!!!!!�?

Joey: OH MY GOD!!!

Trunks: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!?

(How AJ Styles of him. Widow clutches at the back of her head, as Matty starts putting the boots to her. The referee is outside with them now, trying to convince Matty to get her back in the ring. Matty isn’t hearing any of it as he gets the pick-up on Widow, once more. He lets her stand there on her own for a moment, sizing her up with an arrogant smirk on his face. Matty approaches Widow once more, now�?and whips her in�?FACE-FIRST INTO THE RING POST! SHE TAKES IT HARD AND COLLAPSES TO THE FLOOR!!!)

Trunks: How long is this going to last?!?

Joey: I have a feeling it’s going to get worse before it gets better!

(Matty shrugs arrogantly, that smirk on his face more prominent than ever as he approaches Widow’s prone body. He gets another pick-up, and stands her up just as he had before. Widow us busted open! The blood is running from an open wound in her forehead and pouring absolutely all over her face!!!)

Trunks: Here comes the blood!

Joey: To say the least!

(He smirks at her�?and then walks up to her, grabbing her by the arm and whipping her in again! NO! Widow turns in mid-run, leaping into the air, wrapping her legs around the head of Matty and using the momentum that’s still carrying her backwards�?TO HURRICANRANA HIM FACE-FIRST INTO THE STEEL RING POST!!!!! “HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!�?

Trunks: HOLY SH*T!!!!!

Joey: TRUNKS!

Trunks: JOEY!

Joey: Ah, screw it. HOLY SH*T!!!!!!!!!

(HOLY SH*T IS RIGHT! Widow struggles back to her feet, using the ring apron for support as she approaches Matty Legend, who landed back over by the announcers�?area after having his head bounced off the steel post. Widow stumbles toward him, leaning down to grab him by the scruff of his neck for the pick-up. She pulls him in by the arm and drives her knee right to his midsection! Again! Again! Finally, she tucks his head under her legs and�?

Joey: WHAT IS SHE GOING TO DO?!?

Trunks: I don’t know, but it doesn’t look good for Matty!

(She flips him up onto her shoulders and�?POWERBOMBS HIM BACK-FIRST ACROSS THE EDGE OF THE RING APRON!!! “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!�?Matty arches his back and cries out in utter pain and agony!)

Joey: This is carnage!

(Matty takes a step away from the apron, and Widow damn near clotheslines his head off for trying to have a mind of his own! She kneels down now, lifting up the ring apron, and the arena suddenly explodes, knowing exactly what she’s doing! It gets even louder�?WHEN SHE PULLS OUT A LADDER!!! She lifts the ladder up horizontally�?and Matty stands up, just to get it jabbed right into his stomach, and then smashed across his back! He crumples to the floor, all over again, and Widow sets the ladder up!)

Joey: What is she going to do with that?!?

Trunks: I uh�?have no idea.

Joey: This isn’t a ladder match!

Trunks: Are you gonna tell her that?!?

(Widow, making sure Matty is still down, starts to climb up one side of the ladder. She’s about halfway up�?when Matty finally starts to stir. He gets to his knees, and looks up, seeing her climbing the ladder in front of him. Matty manages to scrounge up some kind of energy, and begins to pull himself up the opposite side of the ladder! He’s getting up there�?but Widow is already at the top! She pulls her legs around so she’s sitting on the top�?and stomps on Matty’s fingers! He lets go with that hand, and she stomps the other! He’s standing with no hands now, and Widow shoves his head with her foot! Matty loses his balance�?and falls down onto the announcers�?table from halfway up the ladder! It doesn’t break! He wasn’t high enough! Widow will be DAMNED if that table’s gonna survive this match!)

Trunks: CRAP!

Joey: OH GOD!!!

(Trunks and Joey dive out of the way and�?FRONT FLIP LEGDROP! RIGHT ACROSS THE THROAT OF MATTY LEGEND! AND THE TABLE DAMN SURE BREAKS INTO PIECES THAT TIME!!!!! “HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!!!�?We lose our commentary for the moment, and both Widow and Matty are pretty much laid out on top of the remains from what was once the announcers�?table. The fans are going INSANE, and Trunks and Joey, after over one full minute, manage to pull their headsets from the wreckage and get back on the job.)

Joey: I can’t believe what I just saw!

Trunks: Are they okay?!?

Joey: Do they look okay to you?!?

Trunks: Uh�?nope.

(Widow is bleeding absolutely EVERYWHERE all over EVERYTHING! But, nonetheless, she is the one to start moving around first! She tosses pieces of table and cord away from her as she struggles to remove herself from the sea of massacre. She crawls out of the pile, and uses the ladder to pull herself up to her feet. She turns to Matty, still pretty dazed, and gets the pick-up on him, slowly and shakily. She drags his near dead weight toward the ring and rolls him under the bottom rope. She slides in next to him and is on for the cover! One�?two�?THRE- SHOULDER UP!!!!! Widow slumps down onto her arms and knees, burying her face in the canvas out of exhaustion. She slinks back onto her knees, leaning her back against the ropes as she attempts to catch her breath. Widow finally reaches a hand up and latches onto the top rope, pulling herself up to her feet with all the strength she can muster. She’s up, and leans over Matty. Several drops of her blood fall onto his sweaty back, rising and falling with each shallow, heaving breath. She grabs him by the back of his head and pulls him to his feet. She pulls him toward the center of the ring�?gut kick�?SWEET DRE- NO! Matty spins out of it with an arm wringer! He gets a gut kick of his own and�?HE SWINGS HIS WEIGHT INTO A DDT WITH EXTRA LEVERAGE! He doesn’t go for the pin, however, popping up to his feet as quickly as he can and pointing out to ringside. “HOLD IT!�?he yells, as two members of the ring crew rush to either side of the ladder and grab onto it as tight as they can. Matty hits the ropes, comes back, jumps over Widow’s fallen carcass�?and he LEAPS up, right onto the middle of the top rope�?and SPRINGBOARDS OUT, TURNING IN MIDAIR, LANDING ON TOP OF THE LADDER AND�?

Joey: OH, MY GOD!!!!!!!!!

(EGO BOOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE HITS IT PERFECTLY, FROM THE OUTSIDE BACK IN!!! He lands right across her chest! One�?two�?THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRE- SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S NOT OVER! IT’S NOT OVER!!! “HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!!!!!!�?

Trunks: My sentiments, exactly!!!

Joey: Jesus!!!!!

Trunks: She’s lost so much blood! How could she kick out of that?!?

Joey: The will to win, Trunks! She’s the personification of what W2K is all about!

(Matty can’t believe it! He’s LIVID! Matty yanks himself up to his feet, and drags Widow nearer to the ladder. He starts to step out onto the apron�?but notices she’s not completely out. He steps back into the ring. He doesn’t want to take any chances this late in the match-up. Especially with everything on the line. He looks across the ring�?and notices the chair he’d wielded at the very beginning of the match. The same one Widow had kicked back into his face. He walks past Widow and bends down, lifting the chair up. He unfolds it, and sets it up in the center of the ring!)

Trunks: Oh, Jesus, what is he going to do now?

Joey: I can hardly imagine.

(Matty gets the pick-up on Widow and sends her into the ropes. Drop toe hold�?SHE BASHES HER FOREHEAD RIGHT OFF THE BACK OF THE CHAIR! NOT THE SEAT! THE BACK!!! BLOOD SPLATTERS ***EVERYWHERE***!!!!!!! Widow immediately falls back onto her back, in almost the exact same position she was before!! “HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!!!�?

Joey: I’ve heard that chant more times in this match than I believe I ever have in my life!

Trunks: Yeah, but it’s not uncalled for!

Joey: Hell no it isn’t!

(Matty smirks down at his fallen adversary, lying there flat on her back and he leans over her, wiping the sweat off his head and flicking it down onto her.)

Joey: He’s wasting time here!

Trunks: Why doesn’t he pin her?!?

(Matty turns from Widow, heading out onto the apron. He steps off, onto a rung of the ladder. He climbs his way toward the top, very unhurriedly. He’s looking around at the entire arena, basking in *his* moment. He knows it’s over. He knows he’s got her right where he wants her. And he knows he’s going to retain his MSN Championship Belt.)

Joey: He’s still wasting time!!!

(Matty is all the way on top of the ladder now, and he strikes an arrogant pose for all the fans to boo at. He stands upright now, perching for whatever he’s going to do and�?WIDOW NIPS UP TO HER FEET! She turns, steps up onto the seat of the chair, leaps backwards turning back around again, and lands right on the top rope! And all in one fluid motion, she grabs Matty by the head and jumps backwards into the ring�?ELEVATED SWEET DREAMS, BACK INTO THE RING, RIGHT ONTO THE STANDING CHAIR! THE CHAIR CRUMPLES BENEATH ALL THE WEIGHT AS MATTY LEGEND’S FACE IS SMASHED INTO ALL THE STEEL OF THE CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “HOLY SH*T!�?MATTY FLOPS ONTO HIS BACK! “HOLY SH*T!�?WIDOW SLUMPS DOWN ON TO HIM! “HOLY SH*T!�?ONE�?“HOLY SH*T!”�?TWO�?“HOLY SH*T!”�?THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Joey: NEW CHAMPION!

Trunks: NEW CHAMPION!!!

Joey: MY GOD! W2K HAS A NEW CHAMPION! AND FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS�?OUR CHAMPION IS W2K, THROUGH AND THROUGH!!!!!!!!!!!

Trunks: YES!!!

“Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and NEWWW MSN CHAMPION�?BLACK�?WIDOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!�?/P>

(The referee takes the belt from ringside as “Enter My Mind�?by Drain STH rocks the house, and the fans are as loud as ever! He holds the belt, waiting for Widow to sit up, or pull herself up to her feet. Finally, she flings her blood-soaked hair back, out of her face, and she sets back on her knees. She looks up at the referee�?who presents her with HER MSN Championship Belt! She looks down at it�?before jerking herself up to her feet and raising it over her head wildly. Her face is absolutely COVERED in blood, and she truly is the Crimson Queen. She approaches a cameraman at ringside, making sure he gets a nice, tight shot on the face of the MSN Title Belt. She takes her right hand and smears it all over her face and forehead, covering it in her own blood as she holds the Title Belt in her left hand. “You see this?�?She uses her blood-soaked hand to finger paint something on the face of the MSN Title Belt. Three crude characters, made by the blood of our new Champion.

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Joey: YES! YES! YES!!!!!!!!!

(“This is what it’s all about,�?she says, pointing to her Title Belt. She holds it in front of the camera for a few more seconds, before stepping out of the ring and dropping to the floor at ringside. She begins walking up the ramp way to the sound of her theme music. We cut back to the ring, to see Matty Legend still laid out flat on his back�?before cutting, once more, to see Widow up on the stage�?as she hoists the Title Belt up over her head, once more�?before exiting the ROARING W2K Arena!)

(Following an advertisement for Sole Survivor, the Pay-Per-View event to come, next month�?we see the NEWWW Champion, Black Widow, walking through a backstage hallway, absolutely dripping from head to toe with her own blood and sweat�?that MSN Title Belt slung over her shoulder, “W2K�?painted onto it in her own blood. She looks down at her Title Belt once, before raising her focus to in front of her�?where she sees something that she apparently didn’t want to see. We pan over�?and Christian Michaels is standing right before our new Champion. He smirks at her.)

CM: Hello, Widow.

Widow: Hello, Christian.

CM: Congratulations, Champ.

Widow: Congratulations to you, Mr. Number One Contender.

CM: Ah, thank you. That has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?

Widow: What do you want, Christian?

CM: Oh, nothing. I only wanted to make sure you know who the new Number One Contender is around here.

Widow: Trust me, I know exactly who it is. Although, while I’m standing here with about five pounds of blood soaked into my clothes�?you’re not even winded. Funny how that works out.

CM: Ah, don’t dwell on tiny details, Widow.

Widow: You didn’t earn it, Christian.

CM: Sure I did, Widow. It hurts my feelings with you say things like that, you know?

Widow: Blow it out your ass. You want this belt? You’ve got a new piece of competition�?and it’s just a little more well-known than “Matty Legend.�?/P>

(CM chuckles through closed lips at this, a little smirk on his face.)

CM: You’re right, Widow. You’re right.

(He shakes his head for a moment, before walking past Widow, patting her on the shoulder as he passes. She cringes a bit, obviously sore from her Main Event, Title winning encounter only a few moments ago. She starts back on her path down the hallway, until she reaches her dressing room. She grabs the knob, but suddenly feels the presence of another right next to her. She looks up�?/P>

�?and Jeremy McMillion stares her right in the eyes. Widow turns to him, pushing her blood-soaked hair out of her face. Neither person speaks�?they only hold that eye contact. One that displays hatred and abhorrence. Finally, McMillion looks down at the Title Belt on her shoulder, his eyes falling upon the blood-red “W2K”�?and he just sneers at her. Without one word exchanged�?The Jerm blows past Widow, and storms off down the hallway. She watches him go for a moment�?before turning the knob of her dressing room, and walking inside. The door swings shut�?and we fade on the nameplate that reads�?“BLACK WIDOW.�?