Macklin: "There's the man who believes he's Impact Champion."

Askin: "People believe what they want, but Ace Hart's the man with the belt right now, andI don't think he wants to give it up anytime soon. Infact, people think James here would have the belt if it wasn't for Kenny Justice last week."

[ He has a mic as the music stops. ]

McKnight: "Now, I understand that you all had some sort of hand in all this- I mean after all it feels like the whole damned world is against me!"

Crowd: "BLOW A GOAT! BLOW A GOAT! BLOW A GOAT!"

McKnight: "I was screwed not once... but TWICE!"

Crowd: "BY A GOAT! BY A GOAT!"

McKnight: "First I'm denied my Impact Championship, and then the Twit of Diamonds messes me up and I get pinned by none other than the old has-been-but-never-was-in-W2K, Ace Hart."

[ Crowd pops hard for Ace Hart... a few chants... but McKnight holds his finger to his mouth. ]

McKnight: "SHHH! Shut up! It's not even the worst of it. The worst of it is I come into this hell hole today, ready to call out the Girl's Best friend and give him a beating and secure my spot as the next in line to hand Ace his ass, but then I catch windof Trunks Kenni on the phone with some other.... star. Some guy who obviously the W2K feels would be a great coup to have... I mean they're gonna let him keep the belt he had before this place was so rudely shut down in my face!"

[ More cheers. McKnight throws up his arms. ]

McKnight: "Yeah! Ain't it a bitch? I come to find out that while I don't even get a FAIR shot at the Impact Title, that doufus Dante Cross has the option of walking right in and picking up where he left off. WHAT ABOUT ME? WHAT ABOUT WHERE I LEFT OFF? I have to start over because a bunch of assholes in the back ran out of tampax? How is that fair? How can you run a business this way? How-"

[ "Deadly Game" comes on, and McKnight throws up his arms in distain again as Kenny Justice comes down halfway with his own mic. ]

Justice: "WAHHHHH WAHHH WAHHHH... James, I took the liberty of calling a support group. Their hours are between one and five... and since it's now around ten... I think it means cryin' time's over. It's time to roll the die, and do or die!"

[ He drops the mic and rushes into the ring- as James brings down a double axe to his back... the bell rings starting this match, Justice still gets the shoulder block and sends him back into the corner, and grabs the second rope with both hands, trapping James. Jame still brings up a knee, but Justice grunts it off, and hits another shoulder block to take some wind and force out of James... Justice backs up and runs into the corner with a back elbow, connecting on James' face... James recoils, dipping over the top corner, but blocks the next swing by Justice, and sends a kick to the stomach. Justice doubles over and James take shim by the hair and smashes him face first- twice, and a third time, then swings around with a lariat to cut Justice down. James shakes off the attack, and stomps Justice's head, then grabs the legs and goes for a sharpshooter- ]

Macklin: "I think McKnight wants a submission victory here!"

Askin: "I didn't even know this was going to be a match... does the winner get to be number one contender?"

Macklin: "I'm not hearing any word from the back, I just know that these two want to settle last week..."

[ Justice wriggles enough to get his hand around Jame's leg and trip him forward, and wrench the ankle. James calls out in surprise, and probably pain, as he grabs the ropes, and is released as per rules... He climbs up and Justice gets kicked again and James goes for a DDT... before he hits it, "Do you Call My Name" blasts halfway through... ]

Macklin: "And here comes the Impact Champion now!"

Askin: "He's got no authority, he needs to let these two hash it out..."

[ Ace comes out, holding the Impact Title way over his head, with a mic in his other hand. James is shoved away by Justice, who stops and looks, too, as Ace comes through the middle rope, and hits a corner, hand held high. he looks down at the two men scraping for the challenge, and hops down. ]

Ace: "I made an open challenge a few days ago to defend against anyone, any time, and instead all I got was Justice's wish list and McKnight's life story, and an excuse from Sean Locke. But I decided, hell, I'm standing back there, enjoying fine pastries, I might as well work off the calories, so in effect, you BOTH just accepted!"

Macklin: "LOOK OUT!"

[ The crowd explodes as Ace takes the mic and pops it right between McKnight's eyes, recioling him back- Justice comes at him but Ace sticks a foot up, kicking him back into the ropes and then smashes him with the Impact ITtle belt, knocking him up and over the top, tumbling to the floor!! ]

Askin: "... did Ace just accept his own challenge on behalf of these two?!"

Macklin: "I guess so... it is an OPEN challenge!"

[ Ace turns back to McKnight, attempting to blast him, too, but Mcknight ducks down to one knee and blasts Ace with a low blow! Ace Doubles over, and James rolls him up in a small package- ONE! TWO! NO!!! Ace Kicks, but in his surprise, kicked too hard and ends up halfway outside the ring... he climbs to his feet, beaten by James, and gets a high knee... He doubles over and James slings him for a suplex, but drops him stomach first onto the top rope!! Ace hangs there, and James backs up and goes to punt- he connects, and Ace flies up and backwards, tumbling down to where Justice is... Justice side steps the avalanche, and hops onto the apron and then sets sail with a guillotine leg drop, hitting Ace in the back of the neck as he tries to recover... Justice plucks him up and runs him into the guard rail, Ace bounces off, and James slides down and catches Justice, bringing him around, hitting him into the announcer table... ]

Askin: "Whoa, watch my water, jackasses."

Macklin: "We get no respect. Without us, who'd hype these matches?"

[ Justice bounces off that, and James holds on to bring him around into the ringpost. He hits, with a cong, and comes back as he's slung into a belly to back-, but he wrenches in a headlock, and when he comes up he kicks the ringpost and flips over James, to th ebehind and shoves him into the ring... James goes to get up but Justice grabs the top rope and slings himself feet first in, pummeling James in between the eyes!! James shoots back, holding his face. ]

Macklin: Free nose job, courtesy of Kenny Justice!"

[ Ace comes in, feigning a left, but stops himself as Justice blocks, throwing up both arms. Ace picks him up in a spinebuster, and Justice bounces out... Ace grabs the belt, and lays it on the canvas, picking up James and going for the "Paragon"... He goes, but James blocks it by doing a butterfly back drop, taking a step forward so Ace gets a backfull of gold! He rolls, and James goes to cover- ]

Macklin: "THIS COULD BE IT!"

Askin: "MCKNIGHT GETS HIS TITLE BACK!"

[ ONE- NO!! Justice pulls him off by the foot... James gets up, livid, but he's whipped into the corner, as he hits, Justice comes at him with a Handspring Elbow- connects, and James stumbles out into a facebuster to the knee James bounces and lands on his back, and Justice hops to the top for the "All Out"... he sets sail and Ace throws the belt on James Chest. ]

Askin: "I think Ace Hart has conceeded the belt to James McKnight."

[ Justice lands on the belt, and immediately shoots up, holding his chest, as James convulses... ]

Macklin: "A sick and twisted last minute offensive!! Ace may have knocked the bejesus out of both men!"

[ Justice stumbles around, sucking wind and is caught in the "Phenominal"... he's flattened, as James is out in the corner... Ace drops atop Justice- ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings, as "Do You Call My Name" plays, Ace Raising his arm and grabbing his Impact Title.... ]

Macklin: "Ace retains in his own acceptance of his own open challenge!"

Askin: "Does that even make any sense? All I know is once again, McKnight had this match won, and once again, Kenny Justice messes it up for him! I bet Justice lost on purpose, just to crap on McKnight's day."

Macklin: "Maybe so...."

[ The Jumbotron lights up, as Reed peeks around the corner, at Maynard, who leans up against the wall. He turns back behind him. ]

Reed: "Are you sure?"

Fame: "Positive."

Reed: "She's single?"

Fame: "Yup."

Reed: ".... I dunno."

Fame: "You need a girl, man. I got my girl with Terri. Until you get one, you're just a third wheel."

Reed: "I think I like red heads though."

Fame: "Tell her to dye it later. Go out there, and get'er."

[ Reed shrugs, and walks up to Maynard. ]

Macklin: "Whats this??"

Askin: "... i think he's going to hit on Maynard..."

[ Reed grabs an olive from the catering table, and puts it in his mouth. ]

Reed: "Well hello there. I've lost my phone number. Can I have yours?"

Maynard: "I don't have a phone sweetums. But I do have a room number."

[ Maynard looks Jon Reed up and down. ]

Maynard: "You don't look like my usual type, Sailor. Are you lost?"

Reed: "Only in your eyes."

[ He turns back to fame and gives a thumbs up. Maynard shakes his head, reaching in his pocket and grabs a piece of paper and pencil from the table. Scrawls something... ]

Maynard: "Well, I'll tell you one thing, it'll be a life changing experience. See you later, dumplings."

[ He passes the paper, as we cut back ringside, where Macklin and Askin are both near laughing. ]

Askin: "I think Jon Reed is alittle confused."

Macklin: "More than alittle, but I figure after that hook up, he's definately going to be alot more confused than ever before. Does he know what he's getting into?"

Askin: "He has NO idea what he's getting into, Ed. And I think it's better that way. Does anyone have the heart to tell him? Hi sown best friend sent him into that line of fire- hey, something in Trunks' office."

[ Backstage, Trunks is frantically going through his desk as the door opens and shuts. Sean Locke. He's tapping his hand on the desk. ]

Locke: "Ahem, sweetheart."

[ Trunks looks up. ]

Trunks: "Can I help you?"

Locke: "You couldn't last week."

Trunks: "Oh, you. Yeah, well, I was pressed for time, it's all I could come up with."

Locke: "Come up with something else, okay? I'm a veteran in the business, I can't be lost in the shuffle."

Trunks: "Listen, I just got word that Jeremy MicMillion is going to be here next week, alright? I'm not in the mood to be talked down to. On top of all that, Hamid's going to be here later tonight, and I have my own announcement set up for next week. I tell you what... I'll give you a small oppurtunity next week, and on top of that, Mister Locke, the week after you'll be on the same playing feild as everyone else, so if you get lost in the shuffle, it's because you didn't play your cards right."

Locke: "... Fair 'nuff, then. We'll see."

[ Locke walks out, and bumps into Nevyrmorr. He looks him up and down in distain. ]

Locke: "Silly kids and their emo fetishes!"

[ Locke walks off as Nev steams. ]

Nevyrmorr: "Emo?!"

[ Fade. ]

Askin: "Maybe Sean Locke and James McKnight should form their own support group, Ed."

Macklin: "Indeed, as moth seme to think they're not getting their just deserts. But we have two debuts tonight, one for David Van Dam and one for James Tsunami... coming up next... ]

[ Things come back from a commercial, with W2K indy superstar, Livewire in the ring and he's waiting for his opponent. Audioslave's "Cochise" blasts out of the speakers, echoing throughout arena. Very slowly and calmly, James Tsunami walks out onto the stage. He steps forwards directly in the center of the stage. Tsunami falls to his knees with his arms spread and his head looking above him. Pyrotechnics shooting over around him, engulfing Tsunami. James gets up to his feet and stares directly at the person in the ring. He takes his time walking down the ramp. James hops up onto the apron, get into the ring and finds the nearest turnbuckle. Tsunami scales it and raises his fists high up into the air as the fans cheer him on. Referee Andrew Jizzmopper calls for the bell and Livewire runs at James and tackles him down, hitting him with a flurry of punches. James blocks basically all of them and pushes him off before getting to his feet. Livewire tries to come at James but James drops down to the mat and connects with a drop toe hold. He then drops an elbow to the back of Livewire before picking him up and giving him a couple knife edge chops. He then whips Livewire to the ropes before catching him with a nice kick to the gut and connecting with a Northern Lights Suplex and he bridges it. Jizzmopper drops down, 1......2....kick out! ]

Macklin: "James Tsunami in his debut match up, folks, and looking very impressive..."

[ James gets up quickly and waits for Livewire to get up, and once Livewire does get up and turns around, he gets nailed with a vicious Yakuza kick. Livewire falls to the mat in a heap when we turn to the stage to see Kenny Justice standing there, watching James from a distance. James seems confused to as why Kenny is there but rolls with it. He picks up Livewire and lifts him up, and stalls with him in the air before dropping him with a Brainbuster. Kenny claps on the stage, and James signals for the end. He picks up Livewire and puts him on his shoulders and hits him with the Storm of the Century. Kenny gives James the thumbs up before heading to the back as James makes the cover, and Jizzmopper makes the count, 1.....2.....3!! He calls for the bell and "Cochise" blares over the pa system as the announcer speaks. ]

Macklin: The winner of this match, James Tsunami!!!!!!!

 

[ RAGE comes back from a commercial and we find new comer to W2K, David Van Dam standing in the ring. Hes dressed in his wrestling gear and has a microphone in his hand, waiting for his music to stop. Finally it does, and is quickly replaced by the booing of the W2K fans who obviously are not too happy to see 'The Main Event' out here. ]

Johnny: These fans should show some respect for DVD! Hes awesome!

[ David looks out into the sea of fans, an irritated look upon his face, waiting now for the booing to stop. After another minute or so, it begins to die down and David brings the microphone up finally. ]

David: You already know who I am, David Van Dam, the Icon, the Main Event the GREATEST Professional Wrestler Alive! And now I'm here.....standing before you, ready to show everyone of the so called 'stars' in the back who the best really is. So boys and girls, if anyone has the gall to come out here and TRY and out-wrestle me, and I say TRY, because well....heh, its not going to happen. But if you think you can, then by all means heres your chance to step into the ring with a truely GREAT wrestler.

[ David waits for a moment, and nothing. He continues waiting, and still nothing. Just as he begins to bring the microphone to his mouth, 'Welcome To The Jungle', Rages theme, hits over the speaker system, and out marches KILLA B onto the stage! The fans begin to cheer as David laughs at this. ]

Johnny: Whats he doing out here?! Hes wasting time, David is waiting for an answer here!

Eddie: I think Killa B might be out here to answer David actually.

[ Killa quickly climbs into the ring and makes his way towards David, but is stopped as DVD puts an arm out, bringing the microphone up once again. ]

David: You're kidding right? You cant honestly be out here for what I think you're out here for......

[ Killa doesnt say anything but does make a few hand motions that insinuate that he is out there to fight David. DVD shrugs bringing the mic up once again. ]

David: Okay.....your funeral....

[ Before Killa even has another second to react, David drops the mic and lunges at Killa with a quick clothesline, almost taking the wrestlers head clean off his shoulders. Without wasting even half a second, David has Killa back on his feet and whips him against the ropes, catching him quickly with a belly to belly suplex, throwing him halfway across the ring. By now a referee has made his way to the ring and rung the bell and the match is OFFICIALLY underway. ]

Eddie: I dont think this was a very good idea on Killas part

Johnny: What are you stupid Eddie? This was a HORRIBLE idea on Killas part, but this'll teach him

[ Once again David has Killa on his feet and quickly locks in a standing sleeper hold. Killa tries to get free but David just holds on, bringing Killa down slowly. Just before he falls however, Killa begins driving elbows into Davids midsection, and finally is able to force his way out of the hold before its too late. He runs, hitting the ropes and coming back at David with a clothesline, but David simply sidesteps the 'indy' wrestler, and when Killa turns around, hes dropped with a quick DDT. Killa is still running on pure adrenaline and begins to get up quickly but David moves in and grabs him, sending him right down to the mat with an impressive vertical suplex. David follows his opponent down quickly and locks in a sleeper hold once again, this time lifting it up and changing it to a dragon sleeper. They are too close to the ropes however, and Killa is able to grab the middle rope, forcing David to break the hold once again. ]

Eddie: Well one thing can be said for David, he definatly is a great wrestler

Johnny: Finally you admit it!

Eddie: I never DIDNT admit it!

[ David moves in close once again, picking up Killa B, who tries to come back, landing a single shot to David, which leads to nothing more but a harsh uppercut from the icon, this time sending him stumbling into the ropes, and to the outside. David sighs, obviously frustrated with this complete lack of a challenge, and drops to the mat, rolling out of the ring after his opponent, who has gotten back to his feet now. David quickly moves in to hit him, but Killa comes back, blocking Davids fist and coming in with a left of his own. David is shocked at this, but again tries for a shot, and again is shocked, and this time actually feels it, when Killa comes back with yet another shot. Finally, after a few more attempts, David comes in fast and drives his knee right into Killas gut, tossing him back into the ring with authority. Obviously having more than enough of Killa B's antics by now, DVD whips his opponent against the ropes catching him when he comes back and drives him hard into the canvas with a vicious spinebuster. ]

Eddie: THAT had to hurt

Johnny: You're damn right it hurt! David Van Dam can fuck you up inside that ring!

[ Instead of pinning and probably winning the match, David picks Killa back up, setting him in a firemans carry and looking out to the crowd. ]

Johnny: Do it!

[ With one last quick move, DVD drops Killa B to the mat with the 'Last Chance' finishing manuveur! He quickly covers his opponent hooking the leg as the referee jumps down, and smacks the mat three times, ringing the bell. ]

Macklin: "And David Van Dam ttakes the unsurpring win over DVD... "

[ DVD takes the mic... ]

Van Dam: THATS IT? THAT pile of crap in the ring is my challenge? W2K had better find better! OR I WILL!"

Askin: "What does he mean by that-"

[ Backstage. Fame, Reed, and Terri....in the hall. Reed seems distant and dreamy. ]

Terri: "What's wrong with him?"

Fame: "He found a girl."

Terri: "A GIRL? A real, live girl?"

Fame: ".... I'm not sure. We think so though, and even if it ain't, it's a good place as any to start."

Terri: "What's her name? I pity her already."

Fame: "I think May or something."

Terri: "May?! Never heard of her."

[ Bobby Johnson and Image walk by, Image with the W2K Championess title in tow. Apparently, they're still exploring the arena. Once they pass, Fame notices a red Terri. ]

Terri: "I HAVE heard of her, though. I wish I could just be handed a title."

Fame: "Didn't she like, toss it out and then like, re won it or something? Who cares. It's just the girl title anyway, no one takes girls seriously."

[ Terri elbow shim hard in the stomach. He doubles over. ]

Fame: "... cept you that is..."

Terri: "Maybe I care, Johnny baby. Maybe I care alot. Maybe even more than I should, but definately better than she does. I think I might have to do what's just and rectify this situation soon."

Fame: "You've rectified me..."

Terri: "Shut up."

[ Fade. But Drums blast over the PA system.... as "Fallen Angels" by RA blares... everyone stand sup wondering who's theme it is... and when the drums cut, and the lyrics kick in, out walks.... DAMIEN DESTRUCTION AND CHRISTIAN MICHEALS.... the crowd goes nuts as two members of Synergy are on their way down to the ring... ]

Macklin: "Whoa, Michaels kept his promise!! He's here, and he's got Destruction in his wake!"

Askin: "Literally, Ed!"

[ The hit the ring, and pose, as flashes go off, and the music dies. The crowd dies much much later, but Cm grins. He takes a mic. ]

Christian: "Alot of you must have seen me get blindsided by JT Kash earlier in the week."

[ The crowd goes nuts, as the Kash Cult has grown considerably.... ]

Christian: "Yeah yeah, I think he's funny too. But what i think is funny is how he always manages to do his best work when no one's looking. Like, say, in a hole in the ring during the finals of a tourament *I* should have won. You know, to this day, I can't understand why when we fell through, he's announces as the winner because he's the first one to crawl out of a hole. Would that make the second twin a loser all his life? I say hell no! I say once again, JT Kash slipped through the cracks and took credit for someone else doing all the work, namely me getting the pin. But who's here? Me. Part time, but hell I'm here, He REFUSED to be here, refused. So what does that tell you? Now, I don't have a PhD in psychology, but that tells me,"

[ He points to his head. ]

Christian: "That his ticker is ticking, and it tick tocked back to the God of Wrestling Finals. Why else would he blindside me? Because he knows *I* made the pin. *I* won the God of Wrestling that year. He knows it, and I know it, and ALLLLLL of you would know it,"

[ He points at the crowd and spins around... ]

Christian: "IF the truth was known. So JT, how much longer can you live the lie? you started a snowball, and it's avalanching down around you,l because it's going to lead to the truth becoming apparent. I was to be Crowned the New God of Wrestling.... and you? You were supposed to waste away at midcard, with you rhalf assed drunk, pot smoking fans cheering you and complaining on the internet how you're not being used to your fullest potential! So spell whatever you want in your limp wristed fairy drawing in the air, but when it comes down to it, everything you spell will come out " F R A U D "."

[ He yells out to the crowd "he cant run forever" as "JT KASH JT KASH JT KASH!" chants go up from his cult, but the mainstream fans cheer the King of PWT... Damo points at few fans and threatens to come out there.... but doesn't. Infact, "Welcome to the Jungle" comes on, as Trunks Kenni walks out.... ]

Macklin: "What does Trunks have to do with any of this??"

Askin: "Hell if I know. Christian's having a pity party in the ring for a match he lost two and a half years ago, and I just ran out of tissues."

Trunks: "Chris, it's good to see you again. And Damo, too. Afterall, you and Damo and Nic, all three of you kinda left us all, didn't you? Became big stars and made Synergy. Infact, you became King of PWT, and Nic bacame a Hall of Famer and finally got his success as the ICWA World Heavyweight Champion-"

[ HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP ;) ]

Trunks: "Yes yes, I was impressed, too. And infact, all of you might like to know that right here, next week, Nic E Dangerously comes home... TO SAN ANTONIO!"

[ HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE roars, all over, as Damo claps and grins and CM smiles and nods. ]

Trunks: "Well, hell, that pretty much means the band is back together. But you know who else is gonna be at RAGE next week? Your daddy, Christian. The Jerm himself."

[ BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo's all over, raining down like shatterd glass. ]

Trunks: "I don't know what his deal is, but he wants to visit. But, I got another announcement, and since Hamid's coming back next week for the time being, I'll get washed out so I want to announce this now. This entire week, people can register their tag partners by coming to me. And they wanna register, Chris, because if they don't, I'll pu tthem with someone for a huge tourney with the Tag Titles as the prize."

[ More boos... ]

Crowd: "LOTTERIES SUCK DICK! LOTTERIES SUCK DICK!"

Trunks: "Now, now, I know, I hate Lethal Lotteries too. That's why I've giving people a chance to find their own partner, because right here next week, I'll be announcing the teams, one by one. And anyone who doesn't like it, and stick it."

Christian: "What does any of this have to do with me? With Synergy?"

Trunks: "I'm so glad you asked... because everyone, bar none, that's on the active roster- and the active roster is whatever I deem it is, is subject to this lottery if they don't register. And since Dangerously's back next week, we all know that he and Damo are gonna lock each other at the hip for the next two years, and that leaves you in the dust, doesn't it? I mean, I know you think you're part time, but in my world, Chris, there is no part time. But, you can have a small preview, as you and Damo get to have a match right now, against two of the biggest men in W2K... Pat Legacy and Hell Razer!!!"

[ No music, as they rush out, and slide into the ring from the ramp... CM meets Pat with blows and blows and is pushed into the corner, and the bell rings, as Hell Razer is basically RAZED by Damo... He's plastered down without even so much as Damo moving his foot, and Damo looks down at him. He turns to Pat, and spins him around by the arm and sends him up for an atomic drop... it hits and Pat falls back into the ropes and is PLASTERED by a spear. Pat goes down, hard, and CM comes off the top with a "Southern Climate"... he hits it, and covers- ONE! TWO! THREE! Trunks looks on and shrugs, as that didn't quite go as planned. ]

Macklin: "And Synergy takes the win in less than what? Twenty seconds?"

Askin: "Just about. If I had blinked, I would have missed it."

[ Backstage, as BJ and Image are passed by Hank. ]

Bobby: "Oh no. I'm tolerated DVD being here. Barely. I'm even tolerating him winning a match. Barely. But Hank? Hell no."

[ Bobby takes him by the arm and swings him into his own forearm, Hank holds his nose, as Bobby crashes him into a wooden door, splintering everywhere. Bobby follows in and takes a phone off a desk, and rains it down on an unwitting Hank. ]

Bobby: "FUCK.... ALL.... THESE.... JOBBERS.... say one more word and I'll have to kill you!"

[ He beats it down two or three more times, and drops it as the bell in the phone goes "ding"... and then he rips up Hank, who's dazed and confused, and brings him out of the small office, and through the hall, past Image, who's enjoying one of those famous fine pastries, and to the double doors... BJ kicks it open and tosses Hank out and down the cement steps. He claps his hands together. ]

Bobby: "I feel much better now."

[ Ringside. As "Coming Undone Wit It" plays, and Terri, Fame, and Reed are all in the ring, getting ready for thier big match vs Kutter. ]

Macklin: "We just saw Bobby Johnson just totally take Hank out, and now we're gonna see what just might be Kutter Flash taking out Johnny Fame and Jon Reed."

Askin: "And Reed just found love, too. How sad."

[ Their music cuts, and Terri goes to the apron and out as "Floating in Darkness" comes on, twanging... and then exploding with the percussion, and the W2K Champion walks out on stage, belt around his waist. When the lyrics come on he just bolts into the ring, through the ropes and crashing two elbows into Reed, knocking him stone cold over to the corner, an ineffective double axe from Fame later, and he's beating the crap out of Fame, throwing him through the ropes like Godzilla crushing cars. Reed come sin with a chop block, but Kutter lifts a leg and stomps on his head when he skids to a stop.... Kutter lets up so Reed can lift his head, and then stomps him again!! Fame comes back into the ring, and cross bodies Kutter, making it easier for Kutter to toss him back in a fall-a-way.. Kutter Spins, as Fame rolls to his feet and comes at Fame... he goes for the GORE, but Fame leap frogs him, and points to his head, because he's super smart- he turns, and is cradled down into a cradle Piledriver!!! ]

Askin: "If only Fame had not shown up..."

Macklin: "Terri's have a coniption fit outside the ring!!"

[ And, she is, beating down at the mat, as Kutter covers Fame- ONE! TWO! NO!! Reed saves him with a dropkick to Kutter's head, knocking some juice out of the hair. Kutter stands up and goes for Reed... but Reed slinks and gets a drop toe- but Kutter doesn't go down, except the part when he brings an elbow down onto Reed's chest... Reed holds his lungs and coughs, getting ripped up by his hair, and put up for a brain buster... but Fame coems to the ropes and back with another cross body, hiiting him from behind and bringing Kutter down with Reed in some malformed Acid Drop that bounces Kutter's noggin off the canvas... ]

Macklin: "This match was all Kutter, but the two might have been able to get a groove-"

[ When he bounces, Fame catches him in a Bulldog, but Kutter shoots up and THROWS Fame, to where he ends up in a Tree of Woe!!! Reed comes at Kutter with hits, but Kutter grabs him by both hands to the throat, and picks him up in a double arm chokeslam, and goes to cover- ONE! TWO! NO!!! Fame flips to his feet and brings a heel kick to Kutter's face... grabs Kutter's hair and flings him back... Kutter races up, the monster that he is, as Fame retreats to the ropes... Kutter goes for his GORE again, but Fame leaps it, and he goes into the corner shoulder first. Reed and Fame both grab a leg, and go to wish bone, but Kutter brings them in together, and kicks them away... They fall back, and as they stand, Kutter comes back with a double clothesline!! They're flattened, and Fame is plucked up by Kutter and raised OVER HIS HEAD... and flung out of the ring to Terri, who tired to catch her hunny bunny, but ends up crashing to the floor with him.... ]

Macklin: "Reed's all alone in there..."

Askin: "Bad news for Jon Reed... great news for all the fans who want to see blood."

[ Reed pushes up into a stiff kicking knee to the face, swinging his arms over the top, but he's ripped by the ahir into a massive irish whip and into a tilt a whirl backbreaker, bouncing him like a ball over Kutter's knee... but Kutter forces him to stay here, hyper extending his back, as his pushes on Reed's kneeds and his chin, bowing him....then cradles the head and a leg, bringing him up and back down on his knee... Reed fidgets, and goes to hold his back, but Kutter brings him up again and this time in a Shoulder Breaker... laying him out on the canvas. He goes to the riing ropes and looks down at Fame and Terri- neither of which are trying to help- as both are just standing. Reed pushes up and GOOOOOORREEE.... Reed's left boot flies out to the third row as he lays motionless, and Kutter plants two hands on his chest. ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings, and "Floating in Darkness" by Fear Factory rocks. ]

Askin: "Did anyone ever doubt it?"

Macklin: "Kutter runs through Reed like a hot knife through butter."

[ Kutter celebrates with his title, even though it wans't even a title match.... and as Reed is tried to be taken by Fame and Terri, Kutter reaches down and grabs Fame by the ahir, pulling him in by way of over the ropes and into the ring... but his music is abruptly ended when "Superstar II" by Saliva comes on, and he looks towards the Entrance, ready to pounce... but the crowd goe sup in a huge tidal wave as WallStreet comes out through the crowd, over the rail and over the announce table, kicking over Askin's water as he blasts into the ring- Kutter sees it at the last second on the Jumbotron, and spins, just as Wally comes up full height- he swings, but Wally blocks it, and sends a shot to Kutter's face, reeling him back! ]

Macklin: "WallStreet just saved Johnny Fame from certain doom! And he has those really cool shades!"

Askin: "Who the hell cares? He knocked over my water... dammit."

[ Kutter is reeled by two more shots, and back into the ropes as Wally goes for a wilder swing, but Kutter ducks it, and ends up behind Wally, who mule kicks out of it and spins, grabbing Kutter by the head as the two lay blows into each other.... ]

Hamid: "WHOA! WAIT ! STOP! STOP OR YOU BOTH ARE TERMINATED!"

[ After a second, the two realize it's Hamid Ismaili speaking, and the come to a cease fire. ]

Hamid: "I'll do it too, I'll fire you both on the spot. But it needs to be said that WallStreet, I don't care for you or your kind, coming in here and acting like you own the place. You pathetic piece of trash! Mainstream break you? You have to hide under your roots? Of course, the GT network wants you in the limelight, and I have to conceede atleast that...."

[ He still has that envelope in his hands. ]

Hamid: "But WallStreet, Mister McCallister.. it's a double edged sword. You'll see soon enough that I always get my way, one way or another. It just sickens me that the first time you're in the arena, it's me announcing that you and Kutter Flash will have a contract signing next week, for a one on one match... at Cyberslam for the W2K Championship!"

[ The crowd roars, and WallStreet smiles, as he gets what he wants, hee hee. Kutter sneers, pulling his hair, and stomping around. ]

Macklin: "What big news, the Wrestling 2000 will play host to the Marquee himself, WallStreet McCallister!"

Askin: "Versus the blasts from the past himself, Kutter Flash. If WallStreet really wants to get to his roots, Kutter'll help him by putting him six feet under!"

Hamid: "So there you go. your money, your fame, your name gets you everything you could ever ask for, while everyone else can rot at the bottom of the totem poll. GT Network is turning this place into the dying days of WCW... and WallStreet is the Tombstone... but I'll put him to rest next week, as I guarantee, Mister McCallister, signing that contract will be the last thing you ever accomplish in your career!"

[ WallStreet shrugs, not knowing what that prophetic statement means. ]

Macklin: "Hamid genuinely doesn't like that guy, I guess."

Askin: "I'm actually a big fan, Im gonna go get an autograph ASAP..."

Hamid: "Now, resume what you were doing."

[ Wally was listening to Hamid, whilst Kutter moved to the back of the ring, in a three point stance... holding the title. As Wally turns, Kutter blasts him in the skull with the belt, laying him out... Kutter stands over him, hovering, with the belt locked in front of his face. ]

Kutter: "THIS IS IT! AS CLOSE AS YOURE GONNA GET! You're in a whole new fucking world now, Taylor. My fucking world! I bet you thought you'd get this massive fucking debut, fuckin streamers and a fuckin parade with everyone chanting your god damned name. They are. Just out of pity. I'm gonna dismantle you, Taylor. Piece by fuckin peice."

[ He stand sup his full hieght, looking down at Wally. ]

Kutter: "In my world, you don't get no fucking big debut. In my world, you fucking lick the bottom of the fucking canvas like all the other roaches. In my world, I'm the fucking Champion, Taylor."

[ He huffs. ]

Kutter: "And in my world, your days are numbered. Counting down, Until. You're out."

[ Kutter heads to the ramp, as Fame slinks in acting cocky now... He stands over Wally himself now. He looks around, making sure Kutter's really leaving, as Terri and Reed enter the ring. ]

Macklin: "Oh, now he come sin. How freakin' brave."

[ Fame reaches down, to check on... his shades. He plucks them off Wally, and puts them back on. He and his posse leave via the ramp, as the crowd chants. ]

Crowd: "WALLL STREEEET! WALLL STREEET! WALLL STREEET! WALL STREET!"

[ H'e breathing visably, and then KIP UP... as he stands tall, pacing around the ring as the crowd explodes. ]

Macklin: "He's up! He's up! Kutter didn't put him away on this night!"

Askin: "But does he want to be up, Ed? Does he want to head into Cyberslam against that beast? Does WallStreet want to put all his stock on the line, and end up on the losing side to who he calls Manilla Gorilla, a simple indy wrestler? Alot is on the line fo that Corporate Icon in the ring right now.... "

Macklin: "We are running out of time, folks. Next Week... the Lethal Lottery... Jerm in the house... Hamid in the house, and the Cyberslam Contract signing- WallStreet and Kutter Flash... and the return of NIC E DANGEROUSLYYY!"

Askin: "But then there's WallStreet's answer to Hamid's and Kutter's tomfoolery... GRR... am I heel or face? I JUST DONT KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[ End, (c)2006 W2K Unlimited, Inc. ]