Joey: And uh�?now that that’s over�?I think it’s time for the match or something. We are still having a match, right?

Trunks: I guess.

(The referee moves over to Speed, whose face is covered in chili or something, and reaches forward to pat him down. Speed lifts his leg toward him, and the referee immediately backs off, holding his nose.

Speed smiles.)

Trunks: Aw man. He farted.

Joey: Well, he just ate a bunch of chili.

Trunks: Yeah, before a wrestling match, how intelligent.

(The referee makes a motion toward Caliente’s corner, but decides to just skip patting anyone down before this match and opts to call for the bell.

*DING DING!*)

Joey: And here we go. Six-man tag team action.

(El Caliente, Colin Leslie, Speed, and Chance all step out onto the apron, leaving JJ Cool J and Joe E. Legend on the inside. JJ is clearly outsized here, and realizes it right away. He looks back at his corner hesitantly, and they urge him forward. JJ looks to Legend, who’s got a nice grin on his face, gesturing for JJ to bring it on. JJ suddenly sprints out of the corner, faking a flying clothesline before sliding through Legend’s legs. JJ pops up behind the bigger man and hits a dropkick to the hamstring that staggers him. Legend turns around holding his leg and JJ hits the ropes, springing back and jumping up, swinging around Legend and grabbing him with a crucifix, but Legend holds his balance�?and falls back! SMUSH’D’D! JJ’s eyes about bug out of his head and stuff, and Legend just stays on for a pin attempt that gets two before Chance is in for the save. Legend sits up and swats at Chance, who is just out of reach, and then gets the pick-up on JJ Cool J. He whips JJ into the ropes and lowers his head wayyyyy too early. JJ rolls forward right into a heel kick, connecting with the top of Legend’s head! “Ohhh!�?JJ jumps on quickly for the cover but only gets two before Legend powers out of it. Legend stands up and locks eyes with JJ, before El Caliente reaches in for the blind tag. Legend’s head whips around when he feels the hand slap his back and sees Caliente step into the ring.)

Joey: He doesn’t look very happy with that.

Trunks: Yeah, let’s talk some more to fill up space.

Joey: Shut up, Trunks.

(Joe E. Legend mumbles some unintelligible bullshit under his breath as the full-of-chili El Caliente starts bouncing up and down or something. Anyway, he charges out of the corner at JJ Cool J, who ducks the clothesline attempt and grabs on for a neckbreaker. Never seems to take long before Caliente is on his back. JJ is up and stomps Caliente’s ankle, then his knee, then his waist, then his stomach, then his chest, then his face�?and then does the same down the other side. That was weird. And unnecessary. Anyway, JJ leans down and grabs Caliente for the pick-up, but Caliente nips up to his feet. He whips JJ toward his own corner, and JJ scales the buckles like a cat, ala Jeff Hardy, and Chance tags his foot before JJ moonsaults out of the corner�?and crashes and burns. Caliente moved out of the way and JJ said “SPLAT!�?Caliente is bent in half with laughter�?until Chance spins him around and socks him in the face. Haha, “socks.�?Chance whips Caliente into the ropes as JJ rolls onto the apron. Caliente rebounds directly into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Chance is immediately back up to his feet and hits the ropes, bouncing back into a front-flip leg drop. He’s on for the cover! One�?two�?SHOULDER UP! Chance is up to his feet and poised to attack, waiting for Caliente to get back up. He does, and Chance charges the ropes, springing up to the middle one and moonsaulting backwards�?right into a reverse DDT predicament, but he lets the momentum carry Caliente all the way back, up, and flipping over Chance’s shoulder, back onto his feet into a stunner!)

Trunks: Whoa.

Joey: That was innovative. Or whatever it is I’m supposed to say as a play-by-play announcer. What’s more important is the fact that�?well�?

Trunks: I KNEW THE CHILI WAS A BAD IDEA!

Chance: DID I MAKE HIM SHIT HIMSELF?!?

World: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!

(It’s official. El Caliente just shit himself. And Chance quickly scurries away to his corner where he tags out to Speed. Speed doesn’t look too exhilarated about having to get in there with El Sheetmuhdrawers�?but he has to. Speed gets into the ring and Chance gets out. The smell is pretty overwhelming, but Speed struggles through it, releasing a nice chili fart so that maybe his product will slightly compensate for Caliente’s. Anyway, Speed gets a hesitant pick-up, hooks up, and hits a nice snap suplex that squishes the poo right into Caliente’s ass. That’s pretty disgusting, and the first eighteen rows are getting to experience it first-hand. It isn’t enjoyable at all. Speed gets the pick-up again and grabs Caliente’s hand for an arm wringer, after which he kicks Caliente in the face three times and then spins around, letting go of the arm and sweeping the legs. He lets his momentum carry him all the way around, before standing upright and performing a standing moonsault onto Caliente’s chest. How RVD of him. One�?two�?thrrrr- Colin Leslie makes the save! Speed just looks at him like “who the hell is this guy?�?He gets the pick-up on Caliente, but Caliente breaks free! He throws one, two, three right hands to Speed’s face and then looks to whip him into the buckles, but Speed holds strong and pulls Caliente back into his own corner�?where Colin Leslie tags himself in! Speed just smirks slightly as he backs off the corner a bit, letting Leslie step in and Caliente step out. Speed urges Leslie on and Leslie is ready to bring it to him�?before JJ Cool J suddenly charges across the ring and leapfrogs over Speed from behind�?and lets himself fly over the top rope, right onto Joe E. Legend, where he yanks the big man off the apron with a hurricanrana! Chance quickly follows, leapfrogging Speed and flying into El Caliente, where he turns both of them and falls back onto the apron, monkey flipping Caliente to the floor! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!!�?

Colin Leslie: Holy shit *bug eyes*.

(Colin draws his attention away from the wreckage surrounding the ring�?just long enough to catch a nice spin kick to the jaw. Leslie drops like a ton of bricks, and Speed just shrugs before falling on top of him. One�?two�?and three.

*DING DING!*)

Joey: Well, that was a pretty nice ending.

Trunks: Yeah, I’ve never seen that before.

(Chance, JJ Cool J, and Speed are victorious. HOORAH!

Speed farts.)

Back from commercial we see Trunks and Joey back in the ring again.

Joey: Alright fans! It’s now time for the most memorable moment of the year!

Trunks: I hear we’re going to talk to a true W2K legend before announcing this award!

Joey: Really?

Trunks: Yeah.

Joey: Who could it be?!

Trunks: I got a pretty good idea, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! STRAIGHT FROM HOLLYWOOD!

[The camera cuts too Matty Legend!.. The Former W2K star, who left W2K just two weeks ago, is stood in front of Hollywood Hills. The famous view of the large white letters; "HOLLYWOOD" are in full view. Covering the whole background of the picture. Legend stands in back trousers and a white shirt, with top button undone, looking happy and relaxed as he stands with his hands in his pockets]

Matty Legend: Hey Guys. Matty Legend here... and well, being me, there was really only one moment in my mind, that was MOST MEMORABLE.

[Matt looks down, getting his facts right in his head, grinning widely]

Matty Legend: So. The date was August 14th 2005... The Show was called' CYBERSLAM'... LIVE.. on W2K Television. A Main Event I especially would always remember.

[The Camera slowly fades too black. We cut to footage of the Cyberslam Main Event... Near the end of the Matty Legend versus PowerTrip match, where the MSN Title was on the line...

Trip drops Matty right back onto the top turnbuckle�?Matty leans back�?AND MULE KICKS TRIP RIGHT IN THE TOP OF THE HEAD WITH BOTH FEET!!! *SMACK!!* Trip falls back to the canvas�?FLAT ON HIS BACK!!!! MATTY PERCHES�?TAKES A DEEP BREATH�?EGO BOOST!!! EGO BOOST!!! EGO BOOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Joey: HE HIT IT!! THE EGO BOOST!!!!!

Trunks: NO!!!

(Matty’s on for the cover that gets ONE�?

�?gets TWO�?

�?

…�?

………�?

……�? and gets�?

�?THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Trunks: OH MY GOD!!!!

(*DING DING!*)

Joey: HE DID IT! MATTY LEGEND DID IT!!!!!

("Alive" by POD rocks the house, and the entire arena is in an uproar!)

"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and NEWWWW MSN CHAMPION�?MATTY�?LEGEEEEEEENNNNNND!!!!!!!!!!!"

(The referee takes the MSN Title Belt�?and hands it down into the waiting arms of Matty Legend, who stares down at it, almost in awe.)

Joey: NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION! MY GOD, WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!!!!!!!

[Now the footage fades from Legend posing with the title, back to Matty Legend as before, still standing in front of that gorgeous view of 'HOLLYWOOD HILLS'... Matt smiles, arms crossed now]

Matty Legend: What a night. One of the most memorable of my life. What surprised me most was the reaction, neither one of us were fan favorites, but my god... The reaction i got when that bell rang, was just phenomenal. So, there we have it, the moment I'll remember the most.

[We hear some echoed voices, and two men walk in behind Matt. With headphones on, then grab each side of the scene.. and start dragging away the background! It was never real!.. Legend turns his head a little... a heavy sigh comes from his mouth]

Matty Legend: Pfft... Hollywood.

[Legend puts his hands on his hips, and walks off, we fade back to the ring.

Joey: True legend huh.

Trunks: Yes sir!

Joey: And now! The most memorable moment voted by you the fans of the entire year is none other than�?/FONT>

Back in the ring again we see Trunks and Joey.

Joey: Alright fans, it’s now time for the Most Improved of the year.

Trunks: That’s gotta be your mother, man when we first started going at it she was lazy and just lied the-

SMACK!!

Joey: Now, the award goes to�?/FONT>

We come back to hear the sounds of Head Like A Hole going through the arena while the Jerm stands in the center of the ring with a new shiny W2K Title hanging over his right shoulder. The music cuts off with a motion of The Jerm’s finger across his throat. Before he speaks the camera zooms in on the new title draped over his shoulder.

The Jerm: For this next award I’d like to personally present it, along with this new belt and try to mend any broken ties with this W2K MEGA-star. Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of best performance, and NEW W2K CHAMPION!! CROSS!!!

Edgecrusher by Fear Factory blares over the speakers as the fans give a mixed reaction of boos and some cheers from the dir hard fans. Cross steps out from behind the curtain with the old W2K title over his shoulder, and a zipped up leather jacket on with his usual cut off cargo shorts. He makes his way down the ramp and rolls into the ring, getting up to his feet face to face with The Jerm.

The Jerm: Now Cross, congratulations on your win in both categories, and I’d like to offer you this new world title as sort of a truce between us for everything that’s happened.

Cross takes the mic out of his hand.

Cross: You want me to just accept this and pretend nothing ever happened?

Cross snatches the title off his shoulder and looks at it.

Cross: Look at this thing, about as pathetic as you are! You know I’ve been here working on two years now, and for the majority of that time you held me down and you wouldn’t give me a shot at anything!

The Jerm: That’s why we’re starting fre-

Cross: You go start fresh with someone that gives a shit! I AM THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!! I don’t need to be on your good side anymore! So I tell you what, this here’s what I think of your precious little belt.

Cross tosses it over his shoulder, landing in the aisle way about halfway up to the stage. The Jerm looks mad and starts yammering on about it.

Cross: See I went out and got my own belt.

Cross tosses the old world title to The Jerm who barely manages to catch it and slightly gets hit in the face with it.

Cross: as for what I think about you?

KICK TO THE GUT…STUNNER!!

Joey: He just laid the Equalizer down on The Jerm!!

Trunks: CROSS WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!

Joey: This is the first thing this guy’s done in a long time that I can actually agree with!!

The fans are going crazy as Cross gets back up to his feet holding the mic again.

Cross: I don’t need your help or your silly little belt! I’m doing things the way I’ve always done em, that’s on my own and I don’t need no help from you!

Cross unzips his jacket and spreads it apart, where we see a new world title around his waist.

Trunks: Look at that!!

Joey: THAT'S A DISGRACE TO THE W2K TRADITIONAL TITLE!!

Trunks: I LOVE IT!!

Joey: DRUGGIE!!

Cross: YOU’RE SEEING THE BIRTH!! OF THE NEW ERA…IN W2K!!

Cross walks over un buttoning the title from his waist and holding it up in one hand next to his face as he gets face to lens with the camera up on the ringside apron.

Cross: Say goodbye to everything you once knew about this company! The ice age is dead, and I’ve personally eradicated any trace of old that was left in this dying federation! I here by proclaim myself the leader in the new W2K! NO MORE RULES!! NO MORE GIMMICKS!! No more frozen era.

Cross looks around pointing at all the screaming fans.

Cross: This is W2K…and I�?am�?CHAMPION!!

Edgecrusher hits as Cross backs up and drops down to his back rolling under the bottom rope to the floor where he lands on his feet and holds the new W2K title up in the air. He lowers his arms and makes his way to the back as we fade to a commercial.

Back inside of the ring we see Trunks and Joey again.

Joey: Wow fans can you believe everything that’s gone down here tonight!?

Trunks: That last award ceremony…sure was something else.

Joey: Now it’s time to present the Mrs. W2K Award!!

Trunks: Are you people ready?

“YEAH!�?/FONT>

Trunks and Joey are once again in the middle of the ring.

Trunks: Alright, it’s now time for the Rookie of The Year award!

Joey: This goes out to who you the fans picked based on accomplishments and win loss records over the year, only eligible to new comers to W2K.

Trunks tears open the envelope.

Trunks: Crap! I knew I should’ve voted!!

Joey: What is it?!

Trunks: Fans…we have a tie!

Joey: A tie!?

Trunks: The winners of rookie of the year…are Isabella Taylor…and my favorite…JACOB MITCHELL!!

“A TIE?!�?/FONT>

Backstage we see Veronica Beck standing by with a microphone.

Veronica Beck: Now over the last year some very big names come to mind for this next category, but only a select few stand out above the rest. Now what I hold here in my hand will be the winner of the yearly Mr. W2K award.

The fans cheer as she holds up the white envelope.

Veronica Beck: Are you guys ready to find out who it is?

“YEAH�?/FONT>

In the ring we see Cage and Hank standing across the ring from each other.

Trunks: Hank…is…going…TO DIE!!

DING DING!!

“KILL THE JOBBER CLAP CLAP STOMP STOMP STOMP! KILL THE JOBBER CLAP CLAP STOMP STOMP STOMP! KILL THE JOBBER CLAP CLAP STOMP STOMP STOMP!�?/FONT>

We go backstage to find JT Kash standing by with a microphone.

JT Kash: Hello bitches and jerks. I’m here, JT Kash, best wrestler ever. To present to you something I did every time I performed. Match of the year. Now unfortunately this year I’m not eligible to win, being management and able to rig it and all. Not that I ever would, but still. This years choice was an excellent pick, and a very tough one from the nominations I saw, but you the people have picked this one match that stood out above the rest. Ladies, step forward.

On either side of JT Kash we see Ryan Cain and Cross come face to face.

JT Kash: You two were the ones picked for match of the year. How does that make you feel.

JT puts the mic in front of Ryan.

Ryan Cain: Just…spiffy.

He puts the mic to Cross now.

Cross: It feels great, knowing the people liked seeing me demolish the franchise of W2K more than anything else all year long.

JT brings the mic back to himself now.

JT Kash: While we’re here, I got something else to present you two jerks.

JT hands Cross a trophy, then hands Ryan a trophy.

Joey: Why two?

JT Kash: There’s one for match of the year, Ryan.

Trunks: and the other?

JT Kash: And there’s one for best duo, Cross.

Trunks: THE FREAKS!!

JT takes the trophy away from Cross.

Cross: What the!?

JT Kash: Ohhh, I forgot, you two got second place.

Joey: Then who won it!?

Izzy Taylor steps into the scene, right behind Ryan with her arms wrapped around his neck and hanging down to his chest.

JT Kash: Congratulations, Ryan Cain and Isabella Taylor are this years duo of the year.

Cross: That was ghey as hell.

JT Kash: Hey, what can I say. JT Kash is here to ruin your shit, one person at a time.

JT gets a look of clarity on his face as he slowly backs out of the scene, leaving the smirking Ryan and Izzy to stand there staring at Cross as we fade to commercial.