Joey: Welcome to Censored everybody!

Trunks: We’re starting things out tonight with two new kids to the roster. Captain Britain and Dark Child.

Joey: These two are already in the ring, waiting to start Censored off with some fresh action!

Suddenly Head Like A Hole hits and the crowd immediately goes into an outrage of boos.

Joey: What’s going on now!?

Trunks: Stand up you fool it�?the boss!

Jeremy McMillion steps out from behind the curtain with a black briefcase in hand, in his costs more than your years salary suit. The Jerm wastes no time in walking down the aisle, up the steps and into the ring. The Jerm pulls a black mic out of his inside coat pocket and stands firmly in the center of the ring as his music cuts off.

The Jerm: Please, just for one moment would all of you redneck ingrates kindly shut your mouths!?

Of course everyone boos louder than before, and Jerm just smiles like an arrogant bastard.

The Jerm: Now, as most of you have seen there has been some problems arising concerning the United States championship. You see, several weeks back. One of our top stars in W2K suffered a knee injury, actually it was a nagging injury he’d been working with over the last couple of years, but a certain move from Isabella Taylor finally put that injury over the edge.

Dark Child walks up and says something, and we see Jerm lower the mic and mouth the words “don’t you ever interrupt me again�?

The Jerm: Now as I was saying before this nobody interrupted me. The US Title has been surrounded in controversy ever since Cross dethroned the longest reigning champion in W2K history, Ryan Cain at Cyberslam! Now, after that big win, is when his injury took place. Now, he was officially stripped of the title two weeks ago in a private meeting when it was very clear to me and the doctors present that he was in no shape to compete. So the actual announcement was held off until tonight, so he could be present to hear the news.

The Jerm drops his arms back to his side as Edgecrusher by Fear Factory hit’s the speakers. Red and green strobe lights start flashing over the stage before the same colored pyrotechnics explode all over the stage. When the smoke clears we see Cross standing there at the edge of the stage with his arms raised up. No knee brace, no crutches, he seems to be walking just fine as he makes his way down to the ring. Cross rolls in under the bottom rope and hops up to his feet. He steps over to one corner and raises his arms up looking out to a booing crowd. He jumps down and walks to the opposite side of the ring, where Dark Child is standing, obviously mad about his match being interrupted. Cross side steps to go around him and Dark Child steps in front of him. Cross looks down with a smile on his face before looking back up and firing off right hands at Dark Child. Cross backs him up in the corner, kicking him in the gut, until Dark Child drops down to a seated position. Cross continues stomping him down. He backs off and pulls his shirt off throwing it out into the crowd. He turns around and sees Captain Britain running at him. Cross stops him quick with a kick to the gut, followed by a Stunner.

Joey: Cross drops Captain Britain with The Equalizer!

Cross pulls Captain Britain up to his feet, then tosses him over the top rope to the floor. Dark Child gets up and runs at Cross, who kicks him in the gut, then lifts him up for a stalling suplex, slingshots him off the top rope then spins around and drops him with a Michinoku Driver style move.

Trunks: And a Crossover on Dark Child!

Cross rips Dark Child up off the mat and lifts him up HIGH in a gorilla press slam, he walks towards the ramp, and just launches Dark Child over the top rope, about ten feet out onto the concrete floor. Cross turns around and power walks over to the other side of the ring looking down and yelling something at Captain Britain then looking out to the crowd yelling something to them, who in return just boos more. Cross turns around and walks over to The Jerm, and takes the mic right out of his hand. As his music finally cuts off.

Cross: What you just saw was me whipping the sh*t out of these two p*ssies!

The Jerm looks shocked, we can barely hear him say “You can’t talk like that!�?/FONT>

[The Camera opens slowly on Trunks and Joey at ringside…]

Trunks: Well, it can only get better Joey.. Some great matches are on tonight.

Joey: Certainly, Trunks. But now, it’s Alia Starr versus Morgan versus Dominic Demitri in a Triple threat match!

Trunks: Can you believe what we’ve already seen tonight? Jeremy McMillion announces a tournament for the newly reinstated TV Title!

Joey: What about Cross coming out here, basically destroying two new wrestlers, then telling McMillion to basically shove it.

Trunks: I can’t wait to see the fallout on that one.

[We cut to the ring, where all three are circling..]

*Ding Ding*

[Morgan immediately darts at Dominic, TAKEDOWN!... Dominic hits the mat hard, in total shock. Morgan slowly gets up and Alia clubs her in the back. Alia grabs Morgans head and drags her to the turnbuckle, slamming it hard on the turnbuckle. Alia spins Morgan round and gives her a stiff forearm to the jaw�?Alia steps back, screaming "CMON!"�?Alia burst right in, hitting a Closeline on Morgan�?Alia grabs Morgans arm, and whips her towards the opposite corner.. accept she runs right into Dominic.. Dominic is ready, he immediately hits a HARD Scoop Slam on Morgan�?Dominic quickly hits the ropes, running back with a Leg Drop across Morgans face…]

Trunks: I bet he thinks he’s really cool, sitting on Womens faces.

Joey: He’s a Wrestler, Trunks.

Trunks: And that MAKES IT OKAY, DOES IT?!?!?

Joey: �?/FONT>

Enter My Mind by Drain Sth starts blasting through the arena.... Standing under the jumbo-tron on the ramp is none other than W2K's Crimson Queen, Black Widow! She's got the MSN/W2K Championship draped over her shoulder. Her blood still faintly seen smeared over it, spelling out W2K. The fans go wild! Widow nods her head and smiles as she makes her way down the ramp.

Widow grabs a mic from one of the staff members and enters the ring. She adjusts the belt over her shoulder and stands center ring looking out at the fans. They're going crazy. Some are chanting Widow! Widow! Widow! and some chanting W2K! W2K! W2K!

Widow's smiling that trademark smile as she brings the mic up to her lips.

Black Widow: I'm not one to come out here and baffle like an egotistical maniac about how much having this title means to me or how I've waited so long to have it. But tonight I'm going to give you that ego.

The fans go wild again with the chants again. Widow starts to pace back and forth slowly in the center of the ring as she continues to speak.

Black Widow: This title means more to me than any one of you can imagine. It's not because it's classified as the MSN Championship mind you. As you can see I don't talk of it as the 'MSN' Championship belt.

The W2K chants start again. Widow nods her head and takes the belt into one hand, stopping in the center of the ring again.

Black Widow: That's right, this title isn't MSN's. This title is W2K's! MSN has tried to take over W2K and they have yet to succeed. I'm tired of being censored and treated like someone's personal b*tch. And I think I proved that quite well last Sunday when I took the real MSN b*tch Matty Legend and did what he told me I couldn't do. Of course he's crying, just as I knew he would, that I cheated.

Widow laughs as do the fans.

Black Widow: How the hell can someone cheat in a Hardcore Match??? There are no rules! Come on Matty, I beat you because I am just that much better than you, face the truth junior. You had to play by my rules and you lost. Tsk tsk, go tell Jerm, maybe he'll care. Although I'm sure he's not any more happier than you about it all, since someone apparently switched the rules around on him as well.

Widow smirks and shrugs her shoulders.

Black Widow: What comes around goes around.... Speaking of which.... I got what I deserved and I intend on keeping it for a very long time. For all the blood, sweat and tears I have to take.... or give.... I will remain your W2K 'Crimson' Champion!

With that said Widow raises the belt high in the air and walks around the ring holding it out for all the fans to see. The bloodied letters of W2K standing out as the spotlight shines down upon the belt.

Joey: Action is already going on in the ring. Jason Nightmare took no time getting this match underway.

Trunks: Just like your mom does Joey.

In the ring, Nightmare whips The Goon to the ropes. Nightmare sends an elbow to the head of The Goon. The Goon stumbles. Nightmare grabs The Goon and whips him into the ropes on the opposite side, follwing him and nails him with a flying clothesline! The Goon is down. Nightmare covers. 1...2...kick out!

Joey: The Goon kicked out just in time on that one Trunks!

Trunks: Yeah, I know Joey, I saw. It's happening right onfront of me too!

Nightmare pulls the Goon up to his feet, only to clothesline him back down again. Nightmare walks over, climbs on the turnbuckle and sits waiting for The Goon to get to his feet again.

Joey: Why is he just sitting there doing nothing?

Trunks: He's doing more the the Goon did! What do you expect him to do?

Joey: Well he should do something!

Trunks: He's going to... watch.

The Goon is up on his feet, he's looking around the ring for Nightmare. Nightmare gets ready. The Goon turns. Nightmare with a top-rope missle dropkick! Nightmare quickly covers. 1...2...3!

Trunks: See, I told ya he'd do something.

Joey: Apparently so Trunks, he just won.

Trunks: Joey are you feeling alright? I am sitting right here! I can see what happened!

Nightmare is in the ring striking poses as he gets the win over The Goon.

[ - WRM sat in his locker-room happy about costing Vincent Gunn his shot to be Triad Champion at Hardcore Hell. His door was heard opening, and WRM's attention turned towards the door, as his expression changed quickly. He stood up and glared towards the door, allowing the camera to pan out showing Jacob Mitchell standing there. A roar of boos sounded through the arena, as Jacob stood there with the Impact Championship thrown over his right shoulder as he stepped into the room, now standing about two or three feet away from WRM. The two exchanged glares for a second, though Jacob cut a cocky smirk for a second. - ]

// - Jacob: Bravo, Mercy.. Bravo.

[ - Jacob followed his words with sarcastic applause. - ]

// - Jacob: I guess you learned you learned that I'm not one of these 'one show' type kind of people? That I'm actually part of the 'track-meet' instead of just being a sprinter?

[ - Jacob's smirk faded off of his lips as he looked on towards WRM. - ]

// - Jacob: On a serious note.. I see that you have a problem with my opponent tonight, which is fine. I don't care what you do, but don't get involved my match, because Gunn is on my time. This isn't a Triad Title Match, no one cares about people that fight for that title. This is the Impact Championship, and I'll be damned if I let you stick your nose into my match. The point is, you want to have your fun with Gunn, go ahead man. I won't stop you. Just.. Just make sure it isn't when my match is on. If you think you're gonna pull something and try to get a Triple Threat match booked, don't kid yourself. Either be a man and face me one on one, or don't make an effort to get involved tonight.

[ - Jacob turned away from Mercy, still sporting that scorn across his face. He made his way towards the door, but before walking out, he turned his head slightly, so he could see WRM while looking over his right shoulder. - ]

// - Jacob: As God as my witness, if you do get involved tonight, I'll make sure I face you.. In a steel cage, where there's no excuse on why you lost. Don't doubt me Mercy, you know I'm far from being a person that talks the talk but can't walk the walk. Pick your spots well, because I won't put up with your dumb antics. Believe that.


[ - Jacob stepped out of the room and turned his head to the right for a second, showing no sign of humor written across his face. He then stepped off, leaving WRM standing in his locker-room. - ]

Jacob Mitchell stands in the center of the ring, still bruised from his match with Deus at the PPV.

Trunks: What a courageous champion!!! Just a week after facing Deus�?he’s putting it on the line against Vincent Gunn!!!!

Joey: We’re getting ready to witness another Impact title match classic folks!!!

Ready for his opponent to come out.

Trunks: Maybe Vincent Gunn is scared?

Joey: I doubt that Trunks�?

Finally, Gunn’s music blares through the speakers as the fans all come to their feet. He put such a great showing at the Pay-Per-View�?some would say he got screwed and should of won the Triad title if Mercy hadn’t interfered. He looks a bit banged up from the Triple Threat match but he insist on walking down that aisle.

Trunks: Pfff�?Look at him. Faking injury. Jacob went though a war with Deus. Pfff. Gunn.

Joey: Did you even see that Triple Threat match?

Vincent Gunn still has a patch on his forehead from all the kendo-stick shots delivered to his forehead. He slides inside the ring and raises his hand in the air letting the ovation ring through his ears.

Joey: They respect his efforts from Hardcore Hell folks. Match of the night.

*BAM*�?the hell with this, Jacob tackles the back of Gunn’s knee. Gunn falls onto his right side from the blindsided shot.

Joey: What the hell was that!

Trunks: Hey, how do you know Gunn wouldn’t of done the same thing if Jacob had his eyes off him?

Joey: I don’t care who would of done it�?its wrong bell hasn’t even rung yet.

*DING DING*�?with no choice but to start the match we begin. Jacob aims like a hawk each time Gunn tries coming to his feet�?*bam* right elbow to the side of Gunn’s face. Gunn rolls to his feet *BAM* kick to the same knee Jacob targeted just seconds ago.

Trunks: You see what Jacob’s doing?

Joey: He’s targeting the lethal leg of Vincent Gunn, the one he utilizes for the Round-house kick�?

Trunks: Oh�?well�? Geez I was just gonna say he’s beating up on Vincent Gunn�?

Jacob takes a moment to pose to the fans flashing out his cocky grin. The boo not approving of his cheap shot from the start. He lifts Gunn to his feet�?ROLL UP BY GUNN!!! 1...2.�?Whoa!! He almost stole it! Jacob quickly looks up at the ref. His heart starts going back down as he sees only two fingers. Jacob continues to work on Gunn’s right knee by stomping on it. He lifts it and places his foot on the bottom rope�?to make sure Gunn doesn’t move he delivers a straight shot to Gunn’s chest. Right there Jacob runs to the ropes and aims to land both feet on Gunn’s leg!! Gunn rolls his whole body back�?Jacob hits nothing but mat .Jacob charges him.. Drop toehold�?Jacob lands on both hands and pushes him self up�?Vincent is getting up�? Jacob tackles the back of his knee again!

Joey: Jacob Mitchell came close to losing offence there but the damage he made to Gunn’s knee kept him in control there.

Jacob walks over and looks down on Gunn. Pointing at him and talking trash. Gunn trips him up!!! Jacob falls flat on his back dazed for a few seconds�?he pops back up to his feet HBK style�?Drop toe hold from Gunn�?Jacob lands on his hands again�?Gunn’s up�?Leg drop to the back of Jacob’s head!!! Gunn stands with the cheering crowd al on their feet. He stomps his foot on the mat to stop the limping. Jacob’s up to his feet�? Kick to the misection by Gunn�?DDT!!!�?Jacob reverses it for an inverted DDT!!!!�?Conne--- no�?Gunn flips backwards landing behind Jacob. Jacob runs to the ropes to avoid contact from behind�?In his return Gunn connects with three kicks�?one to Jacob’s stomach�?one to his chest�?and another to his chin!! Jacob falls right down to the mat. Gunn falls right down as well holding his knee in pain.

Joey: Jacob’s down!!!

Vincent crawls to cover�? He----gets----his----hand----over�?1.�?... Jacob kicks out!!!!! Gunn stares down at Jacob as he comes to his feet�? Jacob’s up�?ROUND HOUSE KIC---- Jacob ducks it!!!! Once Gunn goes full circle Jacob charges him for a running shoulder take down. He poses to the fans again urging Gunn to come to his feet�?

Trunks: The end is near!!

Gunn comes to his feet�?Prodigal Drrr--- Gunn shoves Jacob forward to the ropes�?Gunn runs and clotheslines Jacob out of the ring! He poses to the fans as Jacob shakes his head on the outside trying to shake the birdies.

Joey: They both avoided each others�?finishers. What a match.

Jacob turns around and grabs his Impact title belt, he slides it into the ring on one side behind everyone’s back, and then climbs in on the other side of the ring. Gunn starts to run towards Jacob, but Jacob lunges forward with a forearm shot to the face that rocks Gunn. Gunn stumbles back holding his nose, as Mitchell unties the turnbuckle cover and rips it off. Jacob hops down off the apron and runs over to where his belt is, grabbing it as he rolls into the ring. Now the referee distracted by fixing the turnbuckle cover. Mitchell gets up, unaware Gunn is right behind him. Gunn grabs the title out of Jacob’s hands and raises it up taunting to hit Mitchell with it who falls back into the corner, sitting down against the ropes. The ref turns around just in time and sees Mitchell down, and Gunn holding the belt, and calls for the bell!

Trunks: Ahahahaha!!

Joey: WHAT!? Mitchell brought that in the ring!

Trunks: Well Vincent Gunn was going to use it on him!

Joey: you don’t know that!

Trunks: You don’t know he wasn’t!

(We move through a backstage corridor for a moment, seeming to walk rather casually toward�?wherever we’re going. The shot stops abruptly, turning to the right in front of a locker room door. Its nameplate reads�?“Isabella Taylor.�?

Trunks: Uh�?what the hell are we doing at her locker room? She shouldn’t even be in there, her match is ne-�?

(The door swings open from the inside�?and out walks our resident, beautiful Championess, Isabella Taylor, stretching her arms out.)

Joey: You stand corrected?

Trunks: It seems so.

(But Izzy is stopped abruptly, when she almost runs right into a stagehand standing outside her door. He’s holding some kind of box.)

Isabella: �?What?

“Uh�?Ms. Taylor?�?

Isabella: That’s me.

“Package.�?

(And with that, he hands it to her and quickly scurries away, almost like he’s intimidated�?afraid. Izzy watches him go.)

Isabella: �?What a strange person.

(Anyway, now she looks down at the box in her hands, flipping it over to see all sides of it. It appears harmless enough. She contemplates waiting until after her match to crack the box open�?but something is compelling her to do it now�?something inside. She feels the need to open it right then and there�?and she does. Izzy tears the tape off the top of the box and pops open the flaps. She looks inside�?and gasps at what she sees. Izzy seems absolutely disgusted by the contents of this “package.�?After several moment, her gaping mouth draws shut�?and her “disgust�?is replaced by anger and hatred�?just like last week when she found her locker room in shambles. Izzy looks up from the box�?and then throws it down onto the floor, storming down the hallway, immediately out of our view. We pan down toward the floor�?and find the box tipped onto its side, its contents spilled out onto the tile.

An English flag�?

�?with a picture of Ryan Cain attached to the center of it�?

�?by a knife through his heart.)

Joey: �?Oh, God.

Joey: The following match could be called a blast from the past, as two compe-�?

Trunks: A “blast from the past,�?Joey? Have you really lost all sense of heterosexuality? Seriously�?

Joey: Anyway, several months ago, these two women went heads up and one-on-one in a memorable rivalry, that even stole the show at Fade2Black, when their match snuck its way into the Main Event slot.

Trunks: Yeah, because they have boobs.

Joey: Shut up, Trunks. These women proved that this business isn’t just 300-pounds of muscle, a goatee, and some tattoos. It’s about heart, it’s about dedication, and it’s about the will to win. Tonight, we hope to recapture the magic, as these two go toe-to-toe, once more�?right now.

Trunks: SEX!

(“Soulfire�?by 12 Stones is just fading out as Isabella Taylor hands off her Championess Title Belt to the waiting referee.)

Joey: Tonight isn’t about the gold�?it’s all about the pride.

Trunks: And for Sapphire it’s about saying she beat the most dominant Champion in W2K.

(The referee passes the Title Belt to ringside and steps back into the middle of the ring. Izzy has yet to take her eyes off of Sapphire�?and Sapphire has yet to take her eyes off of Izzy. Sapphire bounces around in her corner, shaking her hands to get loose�?while Izzy just stares her down. She’s furious right now.)

Joey: Earlier tonight, Izzy received a very strange “delivery�?as she was walking out of her locker room.

Trunks: Yeah, that was just a little weird, huh?

Joey: Just a little.

(The referee looks to Izzy�?then to Sapphire�?and calls for the bell!

*DING DING!*)

Joey: time to get to the action!

Trunks: NAKED?!?

Joey: Shut up. Jesus.

(The women circle up here, for a moment, Sapphire seeming to measure Izzy up�?and Izzy just seeming to stalk a piece of meat before tearing it to shreds. She’s filled with hatred for some unknown variable �?unknown to everyone but her, it seems �?and it looks like she just wants to let it all out onto the face of Sapphire Lopez. The two finally come toward the center of the ring for the collar-and-elbow. Sapphire snaps on the side headlock and Izzy immediately pulls her back to the ropes, shooting her off to the other side. Sapphire rebounds and Izzy leapfrogs, landing on her feet, bouncing and turning in midair, throwing a VICIOUS forearm shot to the face of Sapphire when she hits the ropes again! “Ohhh!�?Sapphire falls rather awkwardly, and Izzy rolls on for the early pin attempt that gets two.)

Joey: Isabella Taylor seems to want to end this one early here.

Trunks: She about took Sapphire’s head off.

(Izzy’s up and she gets the pick-up on Sapphire, forcing her back to the corner, where she lays in the chops. One, two, three, “WOOOO!�?She throws ano- no, Sapphire blocks! Sapphire pulls Izzy back into the corner and starts in with some chops of her own! One, two, three, “WOOOO!�?Sapphire presses Izzy back against the buckles before whipping her off to the opposite side. Izzy stops herself with her hands on the top rope; bouncing up and over, out onto the apron just as Sapphire charges in at her. Izzy slingshots over the top rope, directly into a sunset flip predicament from the side of Sapphire, and Izzy rolls it all the way through, into a bridge! One�?two�?thr- KICKOUT! Izzy’s up�?Sapphire’s up�?Izzy throws a right hand, and Sapphire ducks it! She hooks Izzy’s arms�?and drops into a backslide! One�?two�?thre- KICKOUT! Sapphire’s up, and Izzy sweeps Sapphire’s legs from her spot on the canvas, dropping for another cover that gets two. Izzy starts to get up, but Sapphire rolls her into a cradle! The pin only gets two before Izzy is out. Sapphire is up, and Izzy tries to sweep the legs again�?but Sapphire does a back handspring to get dodge it! She lands perfectly on her fe- SPEAR! IZZY SPEARS HER TO THE CANVAS! RIGHT HANDS!!! The referee finally gets Izzy off, and Izzy is *completely* pumped up!)

Trunks: Did you see that?!?

Joey: Yeah, a very impressive display of athleticism from both women.

Trunks: No! She speared the CRAP out of her!

Joey: That, too.

(The referee checks Sapphire as she gets back to her feet, then turns and shakes a finger at Izz- SPEAR FROM SAPPHIRE! SAPPHIRE STARTS IN WITH RIGHT HANDS OF HER OWN! The referee gives Sapphire the same treatment Izzy got, pulling Sapphire off and ordering her back across the ring. Izzy pulls herself back up to her feet and gives Sapphire a rather unpleasant glare. The referee looks back and forth between the two of them, barking orders and warning them to cut that crap the hell out. Right in the middle of his “speech,�?the two women charge each other! They meet in the center of the ring and absolutely go at it! Right from Izzy! Right from Sapphire! Izzy! Sapphire! Izzy! Sapphire! Sapphire blocks a right from Izzy, and Izzy throws a left�?CONNECTS! Sapphire was caught off-guard, and she stumbles back! Izzy shoves her back to the corner and starts pummeling Sapphire with rights! Izzy steps up onto the middle rope and continues! One, two, three, four, five, six, sev-�?Sapphire carries Izzy out of the corner on her shoulders! POWERBO- HURRICANRANA! Izzy reverses into an *amazing* hurricanrana, ala Ultimo Dragon, directly into the pinning predicament! One�?two�?THRE- KICKOUT!)

Trunks: BLOOD ‘ELL!

Joey: ENGLISH MUCH?!?

Trunks: Yes, she is!

(Both women are up again and Izzy charges in�?and gets hip tossed right over the top to the outside! Izzy lands on her feet first before falling down to her front. She struggles up toward her feet, slowly and gradually making her way up. She’s standing now�?and she turns toward the ring, just in time for SAPPHIRE TO FLIP OVER THE TOP ROPE! PLANCHA! CONNECTS! BOTH WOMEN TUMBLE AND FALL!)

Joey: Oh my!

Trunks: Talk about spillage.

Joey: That’s “carnage.�?

Trunks: Sure.

(The referee starts in with the ten-count, and the crowd is going insane! One�?two�?three�?Sapphire is starting to get up. Four�?five�?six�?she’s to her feet and grabbing Izzy by the back of the head. Seven�?eight�?Sapphire rolls Izzy in under the bottom rope�?

Joey: Thank God, the last thing I want to see is a count-out.

Trunks: Not so fast.

(�?nine�?Sapphire is up to the apron�?TE-�?SLINGSHOT CORKSCREW SPLASH! Sapphire on for the cover! One�?two�?THR- KICKOUT! Sapphire sets back onto her knees, looking up to the referee in frustration. She gets up to her feet, pulling Izzy up and looking her in the eyes�?SLAP! Izzy turns away for a moment�?Sapphire pulls her back for a DDT! No! Izzy blocks! IZZY LIFTS SAPPHIRE TO HER SHOULDERS�?COURT ADJOURNED!!!!!!!)

Joey: IT’S OVER! IT HAS TO BE OVER!

Trunks: She isn’t going for the cover!!

Joey: WHAT?!?

(Trunks is right�?Izzy looks at Sapphire�?then to the corner, and realizes that she’s in perfect position. The crowd comes to its feet in unison as Izzy heads outside�?and up to toward the top rope! She scales all the way to the top buckle and�?�?6 Quite Bitter Beings�?by CKY rocks the house!)

Trunks: WHAT?!?

Joey: RYAN CAIN?!?

(Izzy looks up to the entryway in shock, jumping down from the top rope, into the ring. Everyone is in shock!

�?And they aren’t too happy when about fifteen seconds pass and there’s still no one coming out.)

Joey: Uh�?is he coming?

Trunks: No, how lame.

(The music is still playing as Izzy turns around- BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX FROM SAPPHIRE! Sapphire follows up quickly, standing up and grabbing Izzy’s legs�?

Joey: IT WAS A DISTRACTION!

Trunks: SHE’S GONNA LOCK IT IN! IT’S OVER!

(Sapphire with the Texas Cloverlea-�?ROLL-UP! ONE�?TWO�?THREE!!!!!!! ISABELLA TAYLOR PULLS IT OUT!!!)

Trunks: HOW?!?

Joey: DID SHE JUST- ?!?

Trunks: No way!

(*DING DING!*

She did!)

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

Joey: BUT WHO WAS BEHIND THE MUSIC?!?

(Izzy is sitting in the ring as the referee hands her, her Title Belt�?and she doesn’t look happy at all.)

Trunks: If anyone knows�?I bet Izzy does.

Joey: I think you’re right, Trunks.

(And with that, Isabella exits the ring and walks up the entryway toward the back to the sound of “Soulfire�?by 12 Stones.)

With the match at a close, we switch backstage and spot Isabella Taylor storming through the hallways, shouting at and interrogating every person she sees. She’s still in her wrestling gear, and she’s dripping with sweat, clearly having come directly from the ring. Her breathing is fairly heavy after the hard-fought competition she just had, and the frantic searching doesn’t quite help her situation, yet she doesn’t relent.

Isabella: Where is she!? Where is Riot!?

After the package she received earlier on in the night, and the incident that just occurred during her match, enough seems to be enough for Isabella Taylor. She’s waited long enough to get her hands on Riot, and she can’t wait any longer, especially not with the constant taunting lately. People from all directions stare at Isabella as she rushes past them, though no one answers her request with anything useful. She simply gets a shaking of the head every once in a while, while most simply choose not to answer, for fear of feeling the brunt of her anger.

Isabella: Hey! You!

A seemingly random stagehand stands several feet away from Isabella, but before he has much of a chance to get away, she grabs him by the collar and slams him up against a nearby wall. The clipboard he has in his hands drops to the floor in a crumple, as Isabella presses him up hard against the wall, her arm across his throat.

Isabella: Where is she!?

Stagehand: Wh.. what?

His voice is very meek and quiet, probably due to the fact that he can hardly breath, and that he’s terrified this woman is going to castrate him or something.

Isabella: Riot, you idiot! Riot! Where is she?!

Stagehand: She just left..

Isabella: What!?

Stagehand: About five minutes ago.. she left..

Isabella stares straight at this man for a few more seconds, before shoving him to the ground in a fit of rage, furious that she just missed another opportunity at Riot.

Isabella: B*tch!

Isabella screams this as she randomly kicks the nearest wall to her, before storming off down the hallway, perhaps off to her locker room to gather her belongings. She pays no attention to the fallen stagehand, who gathers up his clipboard, muttering obscenities at being handled in such a malicious way. However, once Isabella has disappeared completely, we see another figure slinking out of a random room next to the wall that Isabella had slammed the stagehand against. The camera pans out, and we see none other than Riot heading straight to the stagehand, who doesn’t appeared phased at all by her sudden appearance.

Riot: Nice work.

Riot slips a note into this man’s hand, and he smiles as he looks down at it, so we assume it is seemingly a large sum of money, worth getting thrown around a little for. She says nothing more to this stagehand, only turning to look in the direction Isabella left, simply smirking to herself. She then turns around, walking off down the hallway, patting the stagehand on the shoulder as she passes him, leaving our scene to head back to the ring for some more action.

Matty Legend enters the arena and pyros go off on stage, like criss-crossing each other. A Smirk emerges on Matt's face, opening out his arms, receiving boo's from the crowd... Matt begins to walk down the ramp way, ignoring taunts from the crowd. He walks up the steel steps and climbs up the turnbuckle, pointing too himself in a pose with receives more boo's... Matty grins, before climbing down and walking toward the center of the ring...


The lights dim down, the jumbo-tron flickering to life. Its lit up with video of CM in action against the likes of Neddy and Ded Dog. "Kyrptonite" by 3 Doors Down pours through the speakers. Christian appears onstage 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. The fans cheering on The Southern Heartthrob.

DING DING!

CM and Matt TAYLOR circle the ring before locking up, CM drops down to a knee and flips Matty over with a firemans carry, CM holds his arm and locks in an arm bar. CM wraps a leg around Matt’s arm, and then locks in a short arm scissors. CM stands up, then throws himself back to cause more pressure on Matt’s arm. CM stands up one more time, then bends backwards for a back bridge, while pulling on Matt’s arm with his legs. Matty Legend slaps the mat with his free hand while yelling out in pain, and at the same time telling the ref he doesn’t want to quit. Finally Matt gets enough strength behind him to back flip over on top of CM. CM still has Matt’s arm locked up in his legs, and an additional wristlock. CM wrenches back on Matt’s arm, while pushing him away with his legs, finally putting Matt back down on his back in a cross arm bar. Matt kicks his legs up and rolls backwards through it again, CM spins with him and turns it into a Mahistra Cradle. The ref quickly dives down for the count. 1...2...Matt just kicks out.

Joey: CM showing off his mat wrestling skills here tonight.

Trunks: He’s got a game plan Joey, keep the high flying Matty Legend grounded. So far Matt can’t touch CM on the mat.

Both get back up, Matty shaking the knots out of his arm, and CM stalking a circle around the ring, waiting to pounce on Matt who shoots in for CM. CM catches Matt on the ground with a double axe handle blow to the back, then a stomp on the back of the head. CM kicks Matt in the gut, causing him to roll to the outside of the ring. Matt kicks the guard rail out of frustration, before turning around to get a suicide dive between the ropes from CM, crashing right into the guard rail. CM gets back to his feet, dragging Matt up with him.

Joey: Now CM seems to be taking it high risk.

Trunks: A changeup, smart man.

CM rolls Matt into the ring, then climbs up the steps, taking his time getting back into the ring. CM picks Matty up to his feet, and out of nowhere Matt connects with a dropsault to the face of CM. CM falls between the ropes and lands on the apron. CM pulls himself up with help from the second rope and starts to climb back in, with his head sticking out. Matt runs to the corner and springboards off the middle rope, spins around with a front flip and lands a leg drop across the back of CM’s neck, bringing him back in the ring the hard way. Matt rolls CM over and makes the cover, 1.�?...CM drapes a leg across the bottom rope just before the three. Matt gets up yelling at the referee, and pull CM up. Matt still chewing out the referee gets back body dropped by CM over the top rope, but somehow he lands on the apron. CM gets up telling everyone how smart he is, until he turns around and gets a missile dropkick to the face.

Trunks: NOT FAIR!!

[CM’s laid out on his back. He’s starting too stir, but Matt takes his time�?Matt gives Christian a little stomp in the gut, and then takes the time to walk round the ring.. Legend looks into the crowd, he smirks, raising his arms�?The Crowd starts too Boo furiously�?until suddenly the Arena lights start going crazy, strobe lights, multi-colored fill the arena…]

Joey: Erm...?

Trunks: What the Hells this?

[Legend raises a brow, looking round frenetically�?Legend looks towards the entrance way, grabbing the top rope and scanning for anything that could be responsible.. Suddenly a Huge SCREECH emerges over the PA system, screaming "DUBBBYYAAAAA-TWWWOOO-KAAYYY!!"�?The Crowd start too cheer.. Legend kicks the bottom rope, totally angered and confused.. he looks round to the referee�?Suddenly Christian grabs Matt’s legs�?The Arena comes back to normal light as Christian school boy’s Matt!

ONE..

TWO..

THREEE!!]

Joey: Whoa!

Trunks: What the HELL??

["Kryptonite" by 3 Doors Down hits�?Michaels scrambles too his feet, smirking, raising his arms, he hits the ropes, then climbs out�?Matt’s sat on the middle rope, head in his hands�?CM heads up the ramp way slowly as Matt gets too his feet, he screams at the referee, pointing frantically to the jumbo tron…]

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, YOUR WINNER�?CHRISTIAN MICHEALS!!!

[Matt’s hands move to the back of his head, almost pulling his hair out in frustration as the camera fades too black]

A terrible night thus far for Matty as he barges through double doors in the back halls, stomping his way down the crowded halls of the W2K arena, pushing past people to and fro. Matty tosses his mid-night hair out of his face, leaving just a few unruley strands, his face red with anger and frustration as he mumbles to himself furiously.

"Who would dare do that too me? W2K! PSSH. I bet it was that stupid b*tch Widow. Figures, she had to cheat to beat me once, now she's cheating to keep me away. Damn woman is getting in my way."

Legend knocks some fan trying to get his autograph onto the poor guy's ass and just steps on him as he keeps going, leaving the fan looking shell shocked and disheartened. What does Legend care, fans are nothing.

"Stupid b*tch just can't accept the fact that I'm the rightful champion."

Legend continues to grumble to himself under his breath as he pushes past another set of double doors into the parking lot.

"What the..."

Legend stops dead as his limo is parked right outside the doors. The camera swivles over to it. His once prized, black and gleaming limo, is now tarnished. The windows, including back and front windsheild have been busted out. The limo, dented heavily, looks like the job of a ball bat, or the age old sledge hammer. Flames roar through the broken windows as the inside has been ignited into flame. But, the most noticeable thing. Is the red spray paint all over the once clean vehicle.

W2K

Matty runs a hand through his slick hair in frustration, his body, trembling, in fury. He grabs the nearest secruity guard by the collar and starts shaking him back and forth screaming in his face, his saliva flying across the poor soul's brow.

"WHO DID THIS! WHO DID IT! WHAT SON OF A B*TCH! WHERE WERE YOU! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SH*T."

The rest of the secruity team arrives on scene, along with a few MSN executives and Jerm. The pry Legend off the poor guy as the scene fades on all that red writing.

W2K.

As we come back from a commercial, Redrum has already entered the ring and his theme song, Thunderkiss 65 is just ending as his wife exits the ring. He hands his tag title off to her first, and slowly unhooks the Triad title when suddenly, 'Hallowed be thy name' blares over the speaker system!

Joey: Welcome back to Censored ladies and gentlemen....we're ready for what should prove to be a great contest.

The bell sounds and Whisper charges at RUMMY with a spear. He connects. Whisper unloads a series of punches to RUMMY and he's CUT OPEN! RUMMY is already bleeding!!! Whisper picks up RUM and irish whips him into the corner. RUMMY staggers out a few steps and gets met by a flying forearm smash by Whisper! Whisper climbs up to the second turnbuckle and drops down with a leg drop. He then picks RUMMY up! He isn't even letting him breath! He kicks him a few times in the mid section until RUMMY grabs leg on his last attempt. RUMMY sweeps his other leg out from under him... it looks like he's going for a sharpshooter or a texas cloverleaf however Whisper bucks him back into the turnbuckle!

Joey: Wow, this is nonstop action!

Trunks: Yeah, for once I'm not falling asleep over here!

Whisper runs into the corner and drop kicks RUMMY right in the gut! RUMMY falls to his knees.

Trunks: Ya know, for REDRUM having such a heat streak in the past few weeks... He's really getting his ass handed to him.

Joey: ANything can happen and you know that.

Whisper picks up RUM and DDT! OH MY GOD HE HIT THE DERANGED ANXIETY! One..... two.... KICK OUT!!! THe traid champion kicks out!

Joey: That was a close one there!

Whisper picks up RUM and irish whips him off the ropes he then turns around and tries for a leap frog but RUM catches him ... He tosses him behind him for a reverse sling shot (Al snows ORIGINAL Snow Plow) .. RUMMY is trying to regain his composure.

Joey: Nice offence by the Triad Champ!

WHisper and RUM both return to a vertical basis and they slug it out! Each man is standing their own!

A moment passes and fireworks go off, 'conflict' hits the pa, much like Jason Strikers entrance, obviously Jason has changed his theme song. Redrum grins, realizing that the former Triad champ has grown a set after all and is ready for a fight......but instead of coming through the curtain, the tron flickers to life and Jason Striker is sitting in a chair in a rather dark room.

Whisper turns to look at the tron which is his first mistake. When he looks back at the triad champ he is met with a boot to the gut and a HEAVE Ho'! RUMMY hit the HOMICIDE HEAVE! One . . . two. . . THREE!!! REDRUM Wins!

The bell sounds but no celebration is made... because we turn our attention back to the tron....Not much can be made out behind Striker, obviously its been set up this way by the former champion, who now has a smirk on his face as he slowly applauds Redrum, who now looks on with confusion in his stare.

Jason: Well, look at you Redrum.....'Mr. Homicide' Redrum.....a DOUBLE champion in W2K, you have that tag title over there......and your other title.......the title that you STOLE from me Redrum.......the title that should STILL be around my waist.......the Triad Title. Are congradulations in order Rummy? Should I be a good sport and say "Hey, we all have to lose sometime" should I just lay down and accept defeat? NO! I shouldnt! Ya see Redrum, I'm going to do exactly what you did......I'm going to look at the BIG picture, instead of plunging into the grit of it......you never beat ME Redrum, you pinned Vincent Gunn to win that title......and you needed the aid of William Rodney Mercy to do it too! Thats pretty bad Redrum, but none the less, despite all that......you are still the champion arent you? When someone asks who the Triad Champion in W2K is, the answer will come back, Redrum.

Jason looks off to the side for a moment, thinking about something obviously, before turning back to the camera once again

Jason: Now, I'm sure your wondering, WHY it is that I couldnt be there this week right? After all, my HONOR was on the line right? Well......thats okay, ya see.....as far as I'm concerned, my honor is still more intact then ever......I am still better than you could ever be Redrum.....this week though, I just.....well, I wanted that week off that I SHOULD have gotten as champion! Who knows though right Rummy? People have done this same thing before in the wrestling world, for all you know....I could be standing right behind you right now with a chair!.........

Redrums facial expression sinks a little as the thought of if he turns around he'll get his brains splattered enters his mind. Finally however, a grin comes across his face and he turns and.....nothing. Redrum lets out a laugh and turns back to the tron once again where Jason is also laughing.

Jason: You actually turned around.......heh, do you think that, if I was going to wait behind you, I would REALLY just go right ahead and tell you? No......dont worry Redrum, you dont need to worry about me......right now, I'm at home. I will give you one warning though Rummy, and that is.....that sooner or later, your going to have to deal with me again, sooner or later.....we will be put in the ring together......and SOONER than LATER, I WILL take back what you stole from me Redrum. And next time, no kick to the head from Vincent Gunn, no interference from William Rodney Mercy......NOTHING will help you hold onto that title!

Jasons face is now cold, emotionless......obviously he has really hit the top......after all, Redrum DID steal the title, when you have to cheat to win, you are considered a theif......its a well known fact. Finally, Jason shakes his head and chuckles to himself.

Jason: See ya soon champ. With that, the titan tron goes black and Redrum shakes his head, obviously not heeding Jasons warning at all.....after all, hes just a sore loser right?

Redrum slowly takes the Triad title off his shoulder and turns around heading towards his wife and BAM! He is absolutely LAYED OUT, the title falling to the canvas. The camera pans out and, surprise surprise, Jason Striker is standing there, leg outstretched in superkick position with a grin on his face! He slowly bends down and picks up the Triad Title off the ground, staring at it as he kneels down beside Redrum, pushing it into the champions face and yelling obscenities, something about taking the title back no doubt. Finally, Jason drops the title as 'Conflict' blares over the speaker system and he makes his way backstage to a chorus of booing as Candy checks on her husband and Censored cuts to commercial.

EL Caliente and Black Widow stand in the center of the ring. The ref grabs Widow’s title and holds it up high in the air for the fans to see.

Joey: MSN World title on the line. But at heart�?its W2K.

Trunks: Pff�?

The ref walks over giving the title to the timekeeper. Just as he’s ready to call for the bell EL Caliente stomps his foot and calls the ref over. He points at his GRAND Luchador Championship. The ref raises an eyebrow. He cant really do anything there because the title isn’t official nor real.

Joey: You have to be kidding me. That title isn’t even legit.

Trunks: And the “W2K�?on the MSN title is? The ref better not be hypocritical and raise that title�?

The ref grabs El Caliente’s title igniting boos from the crowd. El Caliente crosses his arms in triumph. The ref raises the title over his head with the boos from the crowd soaring. The ref gives the title to a hesitant time-keeper and the bell rings. *DING DING*.. They begin to circle the ring. Widow suddenly finds herself stopping. El Caliente is doing funky moves with his feet. He’s trying to get her off balance with quick steps forward. El Caliente charges�?Widow hit’s a clothesline! El Caliente quickly rolls out of the ring as Widow rolls her arm around from the impact and waits for him to enter again. Caliente is fuming! He stomps on the mat then bangs his fists on the ring apron. He climbs the steel steps and begs the ref to get her away from the corner. Once she’s far enough he gets a cocky grin and wipes his shoulder at her. He jumps over the top rope and begins to circle the ring again. El Caliente charges! Widow hit’s an Arm drag take down! He comes to his feet she connects with an Irish-whip�?he bounces on the ropes�?*KNEE TO THE FACE*. El Caliente goes down and she covers�?1...2... He kicks out!!

Joey: El Caliente shows some resilience there. But I have yet to see a successful offensive move from El Caliente.

Widow grabs him in a headlock�?she keeps it locked in with a firm grip. Slowly EL Caliente begins to rise to his feet�?elbow to the side of her ribs! Another! And Another! Widow keeps the hold however and turns her whole body in a 180-spiral motion to flip him down to the mat. She covers�?1...2.�?Caliente gets a foot on the rope. She lets go of the hold and comes to her feet. She runs on to the ropes sprinboarding on the second rope�?as she bounces off she turns her body for a leg drop across El Caliente’s chest�?Caliente moves!!! Nothing but mat! She holds her lower back in pain as El Caliente pops up to his feet HBK style!

Trunks: Caliente!! Wooo!!

He begins to strut a little as Widow comes to her feet�?he aims for a right hand�?She blocks it!! BAM Widow hit’s a right uppercut to his chin! Caliente staggers back to the ropes�?Widow charges�?He ducks and pulls on the top rope!! Widow falls on to the outside! El Caliente stands and does a cartwheel to the center of the ring. Once landing he comes to one knee and poses his physic to the booing crowd...

Trunks: Haha, He got her there!!

Widow finally realizes where she is. She slides in the ring at 6! EL Caliente quickly comes to the offense. He stomps on her making it hard for her to climb to her feet. She comes to her feet�?Caliente DDT’s her! He covers�?1.�?.�?!!! NO.

Joey: That was closer than anyone of us thought it would be!

EL Caliente brings her to her feet�?sends her for an Irishwhip�?she counters with one of her own�?he hit’s the ropes�?Sunset flip over Widow! He hit’s the other ropes�?he does a front flip followed by a back flip causing his back to crash on to Widow! The impact sends her down to the mat. She climbs to her feet�?Scissors take down from El Caliente! She comes to her feet�?Standing Hurricanrana from El Caliente! Widow is unable to get up this time�?holding her lower back in pain. As she sits behind him he aims at the back of her head all Kevin Nash style. He aims to kick her�?she moves out of the way! She rolls to her feet while hitting the ropes with that momentum�?he catches her with a kick to the midsection! He lifts her for a power bomb�?SWEET DREAMS!!!!!! Widow connected! She quickly stands and wipes the sweat from her forehead and drops it down on El Caliente. She puts her foot over his chest�? 1...2.�?

Trunks: AMAZING HE KICKED OUT!!!

Joey: No he didn’t�?his foot is under the bottom rope. Pure luck�?

Widow smirks and shrugs a little. El Caliente is dazed trying to find out where the hell he is. He slowly begins to stand�?wobbling�?throwing punches at the air. Almost hitting the ref! She walks around him.. Always behind him for he cant see. She runs to the ropes�? Face buster!!!!

Joey: I think she’s done playing!

He pops back up to his feet�?before he can fall right down.. Drop kick!! He hit’s the mat hard! He tries getting to his feet�?Widow puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head as he desperately struggles�?once up Russian Leg sweep connect! Widow quickly comes to her feet and begins to land a series of leg drops�?leg drop.. After leg drop�?after leg drop. One of his feet pops to the air�?probably a struck nerve�?it drops down like a sack of potatoes. She walks around the ring with the fans chanting her name.

Joey: LOUD crowd here tonight.

Trunks: El Caliente will come back! I can feel it!!!!

He struggles to his feet “hulking up�?kina. He’s up. Widow blows some air at him�?its ENOUGH!!! He falls right back down to the mat!

Joey: Wow!!!

She puts her foot over his big mouth�?1.�?.�?3!!!!

Trunks: What an upset!!!!

Joey: Upset?

Widow’s music hits as the fans go wild. She steps away from the fallen�?guy, and walks toward the referee, who has retrieved her MSN Title Belt from ringside. He hands it to her, and she raises it high above her head for the fans to see. The arena is going insane when�?CHRISTIAN MICHAELS SLIDES INTO THE RING UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Joey: WIDOW!

Trunks: HE’S GOT A CHAIR!

HE DOES HAVE A CHAIR! HE’S REELS BACK TO SWING AND�?WIDOW TURNS AROUND! MICHAELS STOPS! CM looks at Widow, still holding the chair back, ready to swing it�?and he smiles, arrogantly. Widow seems frozen like a deer in the headlights.

Trunks: WELL?!?

CM suddenly shrugs his shoulders, draws the chair back again, AND�?ROD-EFFECT!!!!!!!

Joey: WHAT THE-?!?

Trunks: MERCY?!?

WRM pops up to his feet after dropping the Number One Contender with his finishing move and looks down at his fallen victim. He turns from CM now and looks to Widow, who’s smirking down at CM’s unconscious carcass. WRM grabs Widow’s hand, and raises it up victoriously for all the fans to see.

Trunks: What was that?!?

Joey: Thank god for William Rodney Mercy!

The lights in the arena go dark suddenly, lightning bolts can be heard as smoke fills the ring.

Joey: What the Hell!?

Trunks: This is creepy.

The opening cords to Demon Speeding start to hit, but they sound weird. The tape starts to skip, then it sounds like it eats itself up. Replaced by nothing. The lights come back to full, and the smoke clears out. CM is gone, WRM and Widow look confused, as does everyone else. Censored fades to black.