Scene Open.

The locker-room of the newly contracted talent in Dante Cross. Returning to his locker-room after his match, he pushes his door forward and to his surprise, the door just drops backwards, landing with a loud thud. The door had been broken off of it's hinges. Dante stepped into his locker-room, spotting the pile of clothes that sat in the middle of the room. Stepping closer to it, he gains the scent of urine rising off of it. Shaking his head, he kneeled down for a second, someone had urinated on his clothing. Standing up, he looked straight ahead, where in the corner of his room, more of his clothes sat, though these were ripped to shreds.

Again, with a shake of his head, Dante sighed, not believing what he saw. To his left was five huge holes in his wall, each of them looking to be the end result of either a sledge-hammer smash or a smash from an axe. Finally, Dante spotted his duffel-bag which held his clothing in it. Above it, spray painted in black paint was "GO BACK TO BUD, BYTCH" The paint, that didn't seem to have dried well, dripped down the wall, onto the bag. Dante stepped towards someone's sick excuse for a joke and looked on at the paint, noticing that it wasn't done too long ago. He lifted his finger up, and took a swipe of the paint, sure enough it stained his finger.

Then, in the corner of his eye, he saw someone standing in the doorway. The man, baring a black ski-mask that covered his entire face and wore a pair of black thermo's, was seen. Only the figure's lips and nose was seen from behind the mask, as when he saw Dante spot him, he sprinted off. Dante, knowing he was the culprit attempted to sprint off after the man, but by the time he got to the doorway, the man was already gone. Dante had scowl on his face, as he stood on the door, looking down each way of the wall, looking extremely angered. He turned back for a second, letting his gaze fall upon the spray-painted note left for him, and shook his head once more, disgusted and angered.

Scene Fade.

 

 

Trunks: How lame. Ace Hart never came out.

Joey: I think he’s afraid of SPEED and his newly acquired talent.

Trunks: Wow, for once you’re not being a total dips hit.

Joey: I know, someone must’ve written me in a mind of my own.

Matty Legend is taking off his entrance gear, sun glasses and tag title belt. Matty hands the belt to the referee when another ref walks out from the back with the second tag team title. In the opposite corner we see JJ and SPEED with Ace standing on the ring apron talking in their ears.

Joey: Guess it’s official, Ace Hart just isn’t going to show up. I would’ve thought he had more class than this.

Trunks: Hey, you know maybe he’s got a good reason. Ace has never been one to back down from a fight. Personally I think the guy’s a huge douche cake, but remember the last time we saw him? Scott Blaze really did a number on him.

DING DING!

Joey: Guess we’re set for a handicap match here.

JJ steps to the apron as SPEED immediately runs in with a knee to the gut. Matt stumbles back as SPEED steps up behind him with a rake to the back. He arches his back as SPEED spins him around and nails Matt with a European uppercut. Matt falls back in the corner as SPEED pulls him out by the hair and hits him with a chop. Matt grabs his chest in pain and SPEED hits him with another chop. Each one followed by a "whoo" from the crowd. The ref breaks it up finally backing SPEED away. Matty stumbles out of the corner still holding his red chest. SPEED runs back towards him getting the ref caught up in the middle, SPEED reaches over the refs head and pokes Matt in the eyes again.

Joey: SPEED playing a little dirty tonight.

Matt blindly walks over to the ropes, holding the top rope with one hand and the other out trying to feel for another SPEED style attack. SPEED slowly steps over behind Matt, grabs him by the legs and dumps Matt right over the top rope to the floor.

Trunks: Way to wrestle, SPEED!

Joey: You call that wrestling?! I call it a mugging of a blind man!

Trunks: Well Matty Legend isn't exactly the most innocent of wrestlers you know.

SPEED backs away as the referee starts the ten count. Little does he know JJ slipped out on the other side of the ring, he ducks down and runs around the ring. Matt starts to get up getting his senses back and here comes JJ from behind and pushes Matty Legend face first into the steps. JJ quickly picks up Matt and rolls him into the ring, then SPEED covers. 1...2..Matty Legend with a kick out. SPEED complains of a slow count as Matt rolls under the bottom rope, SPEED stomps him all the way out to the floor. The ref pushes SPEED back then starts to make another ten count on Matty Legend. As soon as the ref isn't looking SPEED hops out of the ring anyways and starts making his way over to Matt. SPEED gets there...but Matty Legend is gone?

Joey: Where did he go?

Trunks: I...don't know.

SPEED is at a loss for words, he looks under the ring apron.

Joey: Up there!

Matty Legend climbs up on the top rope, SPEED stands back up and turns around and Matt soars down right on top of SPEED with a high elevation corkscrew plancha. The crowd cheers for this high risk move as Matt starts to get fired up and pulls SPEED up and pushes him into the ring. Matt climbs up on the apron and jumps over the top rope and lands down across the back of SPEED's neck with a leg drop. Matt rolls SPEED over and goes for the cover. 1....2....The ref suddenly stops and taps Matty on the shoulder showing him SPEED has a leg draped across the top rope. Thanks to Ace putting it there. Matty picks SPEED up and whips him into the corner. Matt runs in after him but gets an elbow to the face for his troubles. Matty stumbles back and SPEED charges forward, but out of nowhere Matt nails SPEED with a dropsault. SPEED falls back down into the corner with his head leaned back against the middle turnbuckle. Matt runs in at SPEED and grabs the top rope and starts to pull himself up for a corner dropkick, only to get nailed with the ring bell in the back of the head by JJ Cool J.

Joey: That isn’t fair!!

Trunks: Hey you win some you lose some.

Joey: What!?

Trunks: Yep.

SPEED reaches up and tags out to JJ who quickly comes in the ring after dropping the bell down to Ace on the floor. JJ stomps on Matty a few times before pulling him up to his feet and slapping him across the face like a big tough guy. JJ gets behind Matt and lifts him up for a back suplex, then spins him around for a John Cena bomb…HURRICANRANA!! JJ is sent across the ring, and Matt’s back up. SPEED comes in…DROPSAULT! He drops and rolls out of the ring by Ace. JJ back up and Matt whips him to the ropes, JJ comes back, tilt-a-whirl back breaker!

Trunks: Legend might retain!

Matt pulls JJ back up and whips him to the corner. Matt runs in, but JJ lifts a foot, Matt stops and catches it, throws it down then steps up on the middle rope and nails JJ in the back of the head with a spin kick. JJ stumbles out then spins and falls down on his back. Legend looks around then starts to climb up to the top, looking for a moonsault. JJ grabs the ref by the shirt pulling him down, Matt’s bent over looking between his legs at JJ and the ref when out of nowhere The Ace of Spades jumps up on the apron and nails Matt in the back with his tag title, then racks him across the top rope before hopping down, and tossing the belt back over to the time keeper. JJ pushes the ref away and gets up behind Legend. JJ pulls his head back, and locks him up in a reverse DDT position. JJ hooks it in tight, then runs backwards pulling Matt a few good feet out while spinning around and planting Matt face first in the mat with his version of the Test Drive.

Joey: 4:20!!

Trunks: Time to burn down already?

Joey: I wish�?/FONT>

Matt hit hard and rolled over to his back, just as soon as he rolls over SPEED comes crashing down from about fifteen feet up in the air with a devastating frog splash.

Trunks: IT’S OVER!!

SPEED hit so hard he bounced about three feet up in the air and lands completely off of Legend. JJ dives in for the cover.

Joey: NEW CHAMPS!!

1.�?2.�?!!!

Ace slides in the ring with the tag titles and helps SPEED up, and hands him a belt. Then he gives the other one to JJ and raises both of their hands.

“STOLEN VICTORY�?*CLAP CLAP�?CLAP CLAP CLAP* “STOLEN VICTORY�?*CLAP CLAP�?CLAP CLAP CLAP* “STOLEN VICTORY�?*CLAP CLAP�?CLAP CLAP CLAP* “STOLEN VICTORY�?*CLAP CLAP�?CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Joey: Those fans and their crazy chants.

Trunks: They’re innovative I tell ya, we should have a show dedicated to the crowd.

Joey: Maybe after this commercial break.

Fade to commercial.

Scene Open.

After his encounter with an unknown, destructive individual Dante Cross leaves the locker-room, bagless due to that person's actions. He has a piece of paper in his hand, maybe a police report of somekind. Stepping through the back of the W2K Arena, he catches cold glares for staff workers for each turn he takes. He walks into a bunch of W2K Jobbers standing around, and them too stop their conversing to pierce a hole through Dante. The group of jobbers shook their head at Dante, as he broke through the crowd of them, blocking the hall infront of him. The jobbers flew outwards as Dante pushed past them and made his way down the hall. With each step he took, the lights above him flickered, and footsteps sounded behind him.

With a quick movement, he jumped around, trying to spot the person stalking him, but saw no-one. Convinced he had heard someone behind him, he scratched his chin, before shrugging it off. The light too stopped flickering with Dante's walking, but as soon as he begun his path forward, the lights above him begun to flicker once more. Reaching the end of the long hall, he turned to the left, placing his hands on the long silver bar to the exit of the arena, he pressed it down, pushing the door forward. The two huge metal-doors wouldn;t open though. He stepped back and attempted to knock it forward with a hard kick, but even that didn't do him any good. Dante sighed again, turning around and making his way back down the corridor.

Making his way down the hall, he reached yet another exit. Instead of trying to open it the simple way, he kicked the bar down and then kicked it open. This door gave him no problem. It opened with ease as he stepped into the parking lot, looking for his car. He didn't see it anywhere, especially since he had parked it in a particular spot. Walking into the darker part of the parking lot that was lit with only two street-lights hovering above the area. He spotted his car, the front-end of it was slammed into the door that he tried to use to get out of earlier. He stepped closer to the car, noticing that the passenger side door was ripped completely off of it's hinges, laying to the side. The back passenger side door, had the handle of a red fire-axe facing the wall. The axe was stuck in the door, broken past the metal. Dante made his way to the car, sticking his head inside of it, noticing that the steering wheel was completely broken off, hanging by a few wires. The clutch was snapped off, as it looked like someone used a raxor to slice the interior of the car, tearing it to shreds.

Dante brought his head out of the car, slamming his fists on the roof, which was also damaged with shots from the axe stuck in the passenger side back door. Dante watched the smoke continue to rise from the beneath the hood, of the smashed car. Watching the smoke raise for a few, he stepped back, noticing that each of his tires on the passenger side anyway, was slashed, slashed with what looked to be a knife. Making his way around the back of the car, seeing his back windshield was completely shattered, he looked on at the driver side that had both of it's doors ripped off of it's hinges, laying a few feet from the car. Dante made his way closer, looking into the car, seeing that the stereo had been stolen. He shook his head, as he then realized that the stereo wasn't stolen, instead, it was hanging out of it's regular positioning. He stepped back, noticing that again the tires was slashed. Dante stepped away from the vehicle, grabbing the side mirror that hung to the side and tried to place it back onto it's place, but he ended up breaking it more off, as he fell, and broke from the impact. The front wind-shield, had an axe stuck in it too, much like the passenger side door.

Once again Dante backed up, as he stood there, completely enraged that someone had done what they did to him. Out of no where, a car was heard reeving it's engine. Dante's attention snapped towards his left, when he saw a black BMW peel out of the area. The same masked man was seen in the driver-side, with his window down, sarcastically waving towards Dante, making his way out of the parking lot. Dante tried to give chase, but the BMW was too quick, and took a sharp left, exiting the W2K parking lot. Dante stood at the end of the road, watching the BMW continue to blaze forward, until only it's tail-lights was seen in the distance. Dante, again was left looking pretty ticked off.

Scene Fade.

Trunks: Our next match is going to be a good one!

The bell sounds as Rebecca runs straight towards alia starr, alia sees it coming and ducks it only to turn around right into a back drop over the top ropes! Sapphire and Morgan both run at Rebecca and knock her down with a double clothesline! The both begin kicking and nailing Rebecca with right hands. Sapphire then lifts up Rebecca and swings her to the ropes and runs right into a dropkick by Morgan . Rebecca goes down hard. Sapphire then goes to the top rope and leaps to deliver a leg drop but Rebecca saw it coming and moves out of the way just in time! Sapphire hits the mat hard. Morgan goes to run to Rebecca who is starting to get up but alia slides into the ring and spears Morgan! Morgan and alia are now rolling back and forth trading left and right hands. Rebecca then walks towards Sapphire but Sapphire delivers a kick to Rebecca's midsection as Sapphire gets up Rebecca recovers and delivers the biggest right hand wrestling has every seen. She stumbles back and steps back forward and Rebecca delivers a huge belly to belly suplex! Sapphire is down and Morgan and alia have gotten up at this point and Morgan kicks alia in the stomach and puts her in a powerbomb like position however she delivers a huge spike piledriver on alia! Morgan covers her. One...two...NO! Rebecca slides her feet knocking Morgan off. Morgan flips herself back up just as Rebecca gets up and runs right towards her. Rebecca swings for a clothesline but Morgan ducks it and locks her in a german suplex position. However Rebecca twists her around slamming her to the mat with a headlock locked on her. Rebecca is squeezing hard. She is trying to make Morgan pass out..or tap out.

Joey: She's trying to destroy her!

Trunks: Rancid is one tough chick!

While Rebecca has Morgan in a headlock. alia starr and Sapphire are back on there feet and Sapphire gets alia in a small package out of no where! The ref counts One..two..no! alia is able to get out just in time. Sapphire then runs over to Rebecca and kicks her right in the back causing her to release the hold. Morgan is still out from the devastating headlock. Sapphire turns around right into two quick jabs by alia and then she swings Sapphire to the ropes and Sapphire runs right into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Sapphire covers..one two..Rebecca breaks up the count once again and this time she's pissed. She grabs Sapphire by her hair and slams her face into the mat! She then walks over to alia who is still down just as Rebecca goes to pick her up Morgan comes behind her and delivers a huge german suplex with the pin..one...two..thr- NO! Rebecca kicks out just in time. Morgan then lashes out with clubbing blows to the back of Rancid, meanwhile alia is up to her feet and she runs and clotheslines Sapphire out of the ring! alia slides to the outside and begins battling in front of the announce table. Sapphire goes for a clothesline but alia ducks it and lifts up Sapphire who lands on the announce table! Sapphire hits the table hard but for some reason it doesn't break and Sapphire is laid out on top of the announce table.

Trunks: Man she's hot, let me touch her

Joey: Trunks! do your damn job.

Back into the ring Rebecca runs towards Morgan and delivers a swinging neck breaker. she covers her..one..two..no! alia breaks up the count just in time. all four women are already drained into this bout. alia then swings Rebecca to the ropes however Rebecca goes with the flow and when she gets to the ropes she springboards herself into a shooting star press right onto Sapphire through the table! The table breaks in half and both women lie motionless!

Fans: HOLY SH*T HOLY SH*T HOLY SH*T!

Joey: My god! Rebecca just delivered a springboard shooting star press breaking not only our announce table but Sapphire as well!

Trunks: Man I knew Rebecca was the sh*t.

The fans continue to fill the arena with roars and cheers. Rebecca and Sapphire still lay motionless in the debris. Meanwhile back in the ring alia and morgan continue to battle it out. Morgan delivers an eye rake to alia and delivers a snapmare taking down alia. Morgan runs to the ropes and drops an elbow then making the cover. One...two..NO! alia gets the shoulder up right before the ref could slap his hand down for the three count. By this point it would seem either Morgan or alia will come out as the winner since Rebecca and Sapphire are laid out on the outside. Morgan then lifts up alia and puts her in a suplex position, she lifts but alia lands to on her feet and Morgan turns around right into a kick to the midsection and a ddt! alia then covers one...two...NO! alia's been pulled to the outside of the ring by...Rebecca?

Joey: Oh my god Rebecca has gotten to her feet.

Trunks: She just saved herself there Joey.

Alia gets and Rebecca slams alia's face into the ring post knocking her down. She slides into the ring and Morgan swings Rebecca ducks it runs to the ropes and Morgan bends down to counter it however Rebecca jumps over her and connects with a sunset flip pin! The ref then counts

One...

two...

thr-NO! Morgan kicks out! Rebecca then lifts up Morgan by the hair and kicks her in the midsection she puts Morgan to her side and delivers a double under hook ddt! Morgan's face hits the mat hard as Rebecca covers again. One two…thr-No Morgan refuses to stay down. alia climbs the top rope and as Rebecca turns around alia leaps and connects with a hurricanrana! alia then goes for the cover on Rebecca! One...two..thr- NO! Rebecca refuses to stay down as she gets the shoulder up just in time. Morgan is up to her feet by this point and charges straight for alia, alia sees this coming and runs to the ropes to get there faster and alia clotheslines Morgan and the rope is pulled down causing alia and morgan to go over the top rope hard. The rope was pulled down by none other then Sapphire! Sapphire is now up to her feet and she slides into the ring and Rebecca turns around to receive a right hand by Sapphire but Rebecca returns the favor by delivering a right hand of her own. Both women then begin to exchange right hands back and forth. Sapphire swings Rebecca to the ropes and delivers a powerslam. She then signals for the her move. The fans are booing for Rebecca, she gets up and turns around and Sapphire kicks but NO! Rebecca ducks it and delivers a huge spinebuster! Rebecca covers

One..

two..

…kick out!!

Alia slides back into the ring and gets up only to be knocked down by Morgan who pulled her feet out from under her on the outside. Sapphire’s sitting on the edge of the ring apron holding her head rocking back and forth like a looney tune.

Trunks: The Hell is her problem?

Morgan up on the top rope now with Alia laid out on her back in the ring. Sapphire climbs down on the floor and starts walking around…then gets in the crowd and takes off.

Joey: What the Hell!?!

Morgan about to deliver the Mood Swing, when out of nowhere Rebecca Rancid grabs her around the neck and takes her down off the top rope with her version of the RKO. She covers.

One..

Two..

Alia dives in for the save�?

Three! She’s too late. The bell rings as Rancid rolls out of the ring.

“Your winner…REBECCA RANCID!!�?/FONT>

Alia is on her knees looking at Rancid, mad as Hell, she turns and see Morgan laying there. Alia gets up and helps Morgan to her feet checking to see if she’s ok. KICK TO THE GUT! ALIA DROPS HER FACE DOWN WITH A PEDIGREE!!

Joey: Come on!!

Alia doesn’t look finished yet, she can’t believe she didn’t win that match. Alia slides out of the ring and grabs a chair, then gets back inside the ring. Alia slams the chair down across the back of Morgan’s leg several times before finally being pulled off by a few referees.

Trunks: RIP HER SHIRT OFF!!

Joey: This is absolutely ridiculous! We need to take a commercial break.

Drew is already standing out in the ring with Strikers music still playing, finally Striker comes out with a neck brace on!?! He's got a mic in hand so let's hear this douche bag talk.

Jason Striker: Drew, tonight just isn't your night to lose another match for MY Triad title. See at the Thanksgiving ppv, I had a little mishap, and well, long story short, screw your title shot.

"WHOA...WHOA...WHOA."

All of a sudden Scott Blaze walks out with The Jerm by his side.

Blaze: Am I hearing this right? Are you really bitching out like a little coward?

Striker: I *can't* wrestle!

Blaze: Well then, you shouldn't mind this news, Mr. McMillion?

The Jerm: Drew, Scott, there will be NO Triad title match tonight.

Striker smiles widely and Drew kicks the bottom rope in the ring.

The Jerm: OR EVER AGAIN!!

Striker's pissed, he doesn't like where this is going.

The Jerm: That stupid title has been a failure ever since JT Kash won it and set some sort of record, it's a stain on my company, and as of right now it does not exist! But I'll tell you what does exist. Something in my office, it's nice and shiny. And at Wrestlegeddon, Drew, you'll get your title shot...

Trunks: Alright Drew versus Striker part two.

The Jerm: AGAINST SCOTT BLAZE!!

SUPER KICK TO STRIKER OFF THE STAGE THROUGH THE ELECTRICAL CRAP!! SPARKS FLY EVERYWHERE!! BLAZE KICKED HIS FREAKING HEAD OFF MAN!!

The Jerm: Get ready for a fight Drew, because you don't know what you've gotten yourself into.

Fade to commercial.