[ The two men, Bryan Williams and Tim Torn, are in the middle of the ring, circling each other, as Torn's girl is on the outside, clapping but not interested in the match. Strangely, a monkey hoddle sup to her and gives her a card, and Williams yells at the monkey to go backstage- Torn spins Williams around and kicks, going for a front face- but Williams shoves him off into the ropes, and follows with a Frankenstiener attempt, but Torn splits his legs up and over and brings him down in a sit out powerbomb- ONE! TWO! NO! Williams kicks, and both race up- Williams catches Torn in a arm drag- and a second, and on the third try, Torn lands on his feet, reaches back and brings Williams down in a jaw breaker- Torn gets a few seconds, leading Williams to the corner, and setting him up- but on the climb, Williams wraps him in a front face lock, and then reverse suplexes Torn down face first- Williams stays on the ropes, and comes down at Torn- who puts a foot up and catches his gut! Williams falls back, into the corner, and Torn rolls to his feet and hits a shoulder block, and then sets him up again,

Macklin: "Great offense and defense by both-"

[ But, this time, Torn takes both legs, and flops Williams back first onto the canvas.... Torn hops over him onto the ropes and then careens down and body splashes Willaims- ONE! TWO! NO! Williams kicks again, but Torn's up, wrenching Willaims to his feet in a spin- Williams catches him by the waist and goes for a quick tilt a whirl backbreaker, and hits it- hanging Torn's back on his knee, Williams takes a short cut and chops his throat! Torn lashes out, coughing, and on a three point stance as Wiliams hits a bulldog,... Torn pushes up, and Williams stomps the back of his head, and sends it into the canvas... Williams spins him over and covers- ONE! TWO! NO!

Askin: "Last second kick out by Tim Torn-"

[ Williams stalks Torn, and puts him in a double underhook, looking for that devastating brain buster of his- but Torn brings him up and latches on for a Kryptonite Krunch... and he hits it- He hooks the leg- ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings, as Torn rolls out with his hand raised, and "Burn it All" blares....

Macklin: It was fast, but man it had action..."

[Fade

[ Kenny Justice is in the ring, his music just about fading to silence as he brings the microphone to his mouth. He clearly looks frustrated, wanting some answers after the events at Cyberslam. ]

KJ: "Now I don’t wanna talk about Tsunami�?I don’t wanna talk about the Impact title. No, no. It’s the Xtreme Wrestling Title that’s on my mind, and the fact that ignorance has really been bliss in Johnny Legend’s case�?Is he really unaware that he basically got the Belt handed to him? He never climbed that ladder and did what it took to win. I DID THAT. On top of that, nobody’s recognising it�?these ‘contenders�?like Michael Angelucci and ‘Cross�?seem to be convinced that they’re in the ring."

[ KJ raises a brow ]

KJ: "Honestly guys? I don’t quite know what you’re thinking is behind that, because Johnny Legends really only gotta think about one person, and that’s the King of Diamonds-�? [ A cough and a splutter is heard over the PA System�?Kenny lowers his microphone and turns his head to the Jumbo-tron. The screen flickers, and eventually we see Johnny Legend somewhere backstage. He has a neck-brace on, and is sat in a Wheel chair. He brings up another ‘bad�?cough, before he speaks in his best ‘injured�?voice�?]

JL: "I haven’t heard such little atmosphere in the crowd since, well�?The last time you spoke. Whenever that was. Probably five minutes ago. You just love that microphone don’t you Kenny? You feel lost without it. And well, that’s all very good�?Except you have no charisma. The fans can’t react to you because when you talk you send the listeners into a prolonged coma."

[ JL gently touches his neck brace. ]

JL: "That’s very ‘honourable�?of YOU, Kenny�?Insulting a man in a wheel chair. I was viciously.. and without REMORSE�?attacked by Kutter Flash, for simply helping out my boss. Where’s the sense in THAT? You carry on with your patchy ‘reason�?for not being the Xtreme Wrestling Champion right now. The fact is that I do what is best to win.. As long as I had walked out the Champion still, the rest didn’t matter."

[ Johnny rolls forward a little on the Wheel-chair�?]

JL: "I’m sure you’d love me to defend the title in my condition, wouldn’t you? You sick�?

[ JL is interrupted by a badly acted cough ]

JL: "Sick bastard�?

[ JL stares straight at the camera, looking all ‘serious�? ]

JL: "I’m not stepping into that ring until my life-threatening injuries have been cleared up�?Needless to say, you’re not the Champion because you’re not good enough, and for that very same reason�?I wouldn’t be surprised if you never did get another shot at this belt."

[ JL begins to laugh, slightly spluttering and coughing every now and then�?After nearly 10 seconds of pure ‘cackling�?laughter. We hear an angry voice in the background�?]

"LEGEND!"

[ The camera pans across to find Kutter Flash having just rounded the corner in the hallway, he stares at Johnny. The XW Champ jumps out his Wheelchair ]

JL: "CRAP!"

[ Legend rips off his neck brace and runs quickly down the hallway, being then chased by Kutter Flash, as the jumbo-tron goes black. ]

Askin: Well, I guess anyone would be inspired to walk, or well...run if they saw Kutter Flash coming after them. No matter how serious the injury.

Macklin: You've gotta be kidding...

Macklin: Here we go!

Askin: Now what business is this of his?

Macklin: Cross has amde it his new goal to make sure that XW championship becomes his, it's one of the few titles in W2K that he hasn't held.

[ The infamous words of the opening to Edgecrusher by Fear Factory rips through the speakers followed by the opening chords of the song. The crowd comes to their feet with a huge ovation as Cross steps out through the curtains and onto the stage. He stands there momentarily looking out at the crowd before making his way down the steps and into the aisle heading for the ring. The fans at ringside all holding their hands out trying to touch him, some hold out cups of beer, which Cross takes one and downs it from a fan then gives him a high five. ]

Askin: Come on! Is that even neccissary?!

Macklin: That's Cross, he does what he wants when he wants. you should be used to it by now. How many times did you get your face smashed in by The Freaks backstage anyways?

Askin: SHUT UP!

[ Cross walks to the ring apron and rolls in under the bottom rope standing to his feet in the ring. Kenny Justice stands in the center of the ring, where Cross steps forward to standing right in front of Kenny. Cross reaches into his back pocket and pulls uot a microphone. The music cuts off. ]

Cross: I was wondering what was going on backstage.

Askin: Backstage?

Cross: See I was on my way to my locker room when I saw about two hundred people make a mad dash for the pop corn stand and the bathrooms. I didn't know what was up, first I thought William Rodney Mercy came back and started putting all my fans to sleep, then I looked over and saw Kenny Justice out here wasting everyone's TV time.

Kenny Justice: You know what, Cross? I've had about enough of you!

Cross: So?

Kenny Justice: SO!?

Cross: You think I give a flying rat's ass what you've had or haven't had enough of? Kid this is my ring you're standing in. If you think for one minute that I'm going to let a title like the XW belt fall into the hands of another worthless heartless prick like you, you've got another thing coming.

Kenny Justice: I was screwed out of that belt! I've got the next shot, I don't care what you think. After I win it? Sure, I'll *successfully* defend it against you anytime...anywhere!

Cross: Well you see, there's just one thing. You blew your shot.

Askin: Good thing Trunks isn't still on the team or we'd be hearing a dirty mother joke right about now.

Cross: Kinda like Joey's mother blew Trunks last night.

"SCORE!!"

[ Macklin can be heard laughing a little from the scream from backstage.

Askin: I stand corrected.

Cross: Enough jokes. You want the belt, and I'm going to take the belt. Johnny Legend means nothing to me. It's all about what the title stands for, something you have absolutely no idea about.

Kenny Justice: I-

Cross: Go ahead! Tell me how you've wrestled bloody hardcore matches all over the planet! Tell me about how you're a ten time Hardcore champion in a company that doesn't even give a shit! Tell me how you make kids bleed in the ring every night and see if I give a fuck! You don't know the first thing about entertainment and passion! It isn't about hitting somebody with a chair and busting somebody open. It's about these people and making them jump out of their seat spilling their drinks and their food because you just did something that blew the roof off this place. Watch Cyberslam from last year. When you got a match so intense and so up in the air on which way it could go that even all the boys step out from behind the curtain to watch you. That's when you KNOW you have something special. That's what the XW title means. I'll be damned if I let a legacy like that go to waste with someone like you!

[ Cross drops the microphone and decks Kenny with a right hand. Kenny jumps up and gets laid out with another right. Back to his feet, this time Kenny ducks a right and runs for the ropes. Justice jumps up to the top rope and springboards off with a 180 degree turn, but Cross manages to catch him and slams him down with a Black Hole Slam! ]

Macklin: JESUS!

Askin: Did you see that!?

[ Cross rips Kenny Justice up by the hair and stands with him bent over in a suplex position.

Macklin: Cross is looking for the Edgecrusher here folks!

[ Cross lifts Justice's arm up over his head ready to pick him up when out of nowhere he's planted in the chest with a springboard drop kick.

Askin: The newcomer Michael Angelucci! Angelucci returns to his feet as him and Kenny look to each other before putting the boots to Cross who's on the mat. The crowd is booing like no other as the two new comers to W2K stomp a hole in one of their heroes.

Askin: Finally that overgrown idiot is getting what he deserves for sticking his nose in other peoples business.

[ Finally the crowd erupts when Ryan Cain slides in and halfway across the ring from all the momentum of running to the ring.

Macklin: RYAN CAIN!!

[ Ryan gets up to his feet and starts teeing off on Angelucci as Cross returns to his feet now trading shots with Kenny Justice. Ryan and Cross back both men up to the ropes as Ryan turns around and runs to the other side of the ring bouncing off the far side ropes. Kenny and Michael both stumble out a couple steps as Cross grabs Ryan and throws him high in the air above his head and Ryan comes crashing down nailing both men with a double dropkick that knocks them both out of the ring.

Askin: I got a feeling this thing just escalated into something much bigger!

[Cross and Ryan are in the ring talking trash as Kenny Justice and Michael Angelucci are on the outside of the ring talking trash right back. The fans are going crazy as W2K RAGE fades to a commercial break.

[ The scene cuts back to the ring, where Latino Diablo and Michael Angelucci are in the ring, ready for their match.

Macklin: "Here’s our opening bout folks, Latino Diablo and Michael Angelucci both making their W2K debuts."

Askin: "Oh boy. I just can’t wait."

[Latino stretches out his arm, extending a hand shake to Michael. Michael looks a little confused at first, but cautiously shakes his hand. After the hand shake, the two back up, and start circling each other. Diablo puts his right hand in the air, asking for a test of strength. Michael locks in his right hand with Diablo’s, and then locks the left. Latino tries really hard, and at first seems to be winning, but Michael comes back, and is able to make Latino bend on his knees and lay on the mat. Latino, however, kicks Michael’s left hand, then flips up and locks in an Arm Wrench Wristlock. Michael reverses into an Arm Wrench of his own, but Latino flips forward, and trips Michael. Latino goes for and successfully locks in the Dragon Sleeper.

Macklin: "Diablo is showing impressive skills in this match in the early going."

Askin: "Oh yeah. A reversal to an Arm Wrench and a Dragon Sleeper is really impressive."

[ Angelucci tries to twist, but he's kinda stuck, locked in by W2K's Greatest Luchadore.... ... but he decides to use Latino holding him up to his advantage, and brings his lower body to enough to send a kick to Latino's head, but Latino cranks his head, and Angelucci only hits shoulder... but it's enough to make Latino uneasy enough to try something else. He stands up, and brings Angelucci's back down on his knee- and again! And again! Angelucci's legs sprawl, but he gets his feet under his knees again, and swings again and brings both knees into the face of Latino, who shakes his head, releasing Mike, and wobbling back. Mike gets in a three point stance, and goes for Latino, who ducks and sends Mike up and over, crashing to the floor, and the crowd gets anxious... ]

Askin: "Don't the luchas have a rule when someone's outside the ring?!"

Macklin: "I dunno if it's a rule, but it certainly happens!"

[ Latino takes off in a run, hitting the ropes and coming back, soaring over in a Flying Suicide Plancha.... and goes for Mike who's standing- Mike opts not for the catch and instead pulls some of the guardrail closer and rolls out of the way- but too late for Latino who crahses into it hard! OOOOOOOO... he bounces off, and is hurt, but Mike decides it's not his problem, pulling him up and running him into the apron, then sliding him in the ring. Once he does, he follows, and grabs Latino's head, setting him up for a DDT, and plants him- ONE! TWO! NO!!! Lucha pride wont let him fall to a ddt! Lucha's arm shoots up, and Mike takes him up by the arm, and swings him into the turnbuckle- Mike follows, gets a knee to the gut, slowing him down, and Latino laces him up for a Tornado DDT- he swings and once clearof the ropes, Mike takes both hands and SHOVES Latino off, sending him in a downward spiral crash into the canvas...>!!! Again, Mike makes the cover- ONE! TWO! NO!! ]

Askin: "Whenver I see a lauchadore match, everyone else just seems so weak."

[ Lucha gets up, but is whipped again- Mike telegraphs theback body, so Latino slides onto his back and sends both feet up into his face- Mike recoils, but stumbles back, and Latino hoistshis legs up and scissors Mike's head with his ankles, then twirls, sending Mike into a corkscrew spin of his own! Mike lands over by the ropes, pulling himself up, as Latino charges with an assault of a drop kick- Mike hangs back, back over the top rope, and Latino misses, falling just before him- Mike comes forward and stomps Latino's chest, Latino convulses, but, Mike brings him up and into a pump handle slam that floors him... Again, he picks him up, and goes for the "God's Fire", connecting- and ONE! TWO! THREE! "Angel's Holocaust" blares, as Mike Angelucci wins his debut!!!

Macklin: "A nice, back and forth match that saw Angelucci squeaking out the win!"

Askin: "Once Latino went for the Plancha, I think that gave Angelucci the part to work on, and he just kept trying to reverse some awesome offense by Latino."

[ Latino rolls up, and as Mike celebrates in the ring, Diablo offers his hand again, Mike takes it, and they shake, as RAGE goes to a commercial.

[ The lights fade away, the W2K jumbotron coming to life with a video of Christian Michaels in the ring all by himself, and at the same time we hear the opening strums of "Kryptonite" by 3 Doors Down over the speakers. And as the song continues to build toward kicking into full gear for the enxt twenty seconds, we see shots of CM in light action. Then about the minute ten mark, t he song kicks into full gear and the video does as well. Now we're seeing shots of the new God of Wrestling laying out some of the biggest names that have ever stepped in W2K. The fans reaching a fever pitch before a spot-light finally shines on the stage. There we see CM, back to the fans with a Jericho-like pose.

Macklin: There he is ladies and gentlemen! Its your NEW God of Wrestling......CHRISTIAN MICHAELS!!!!

[ Christian finally spins around to face the fans and they go nuts! The lights coming back on as Michaels begins to make his way down the ramp. Our new God of Wrestling making a point of going left ta right an back again to slap every hand he can on the way down the ramp. Once he reaches the bottom of the ramp, the fans are digging it so much that Christian makes his way all the way around ringside before sliding into the ring. Once inside, CM goes to a corner and stands on the middle rope and gives the ole V3 hand gesture.

Macklin: Can you believe how much these fans love their new God of Wrestling?

Askin: You're right, its a real shame that the fans are this excited over the original Javen.

[ In the ring, the music is finally fading away. CM hops off the turnbuckle and jogs in place. Meanwhile Kevin Dart raises his mic.

Dart: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Memphis, Tennessee.......The 2006 God of Wrestling.......CHRISTIAN MICHAELS!!!!

[ Yet again the fans give a pop that nearly blows the top off the arena. And during that pop, Dart's handing over the mic to CM. Michaels waiting for his fans to chill. They do and he finally raises the mic to speak.

CM: First of all I wanna say thank you to each and everyone of yawl! The W2K fans are definately the greatest that I've ever had the privilege and honor to perform for!

[ Another pop.

CM: Ya know its so aweosme to finally be back competing for the San Antonio crowd again. And with you guys in my corner, I was finally able to accomplish a big goal that had become more of a dream for me. Now ya all know that was becoming the God of Wrestling! And I...

[ CM is drowned out by the fans cheering. He waits again for them to settle again.

CM: And I want you all to know that winning the God of Wrestling was just the beginning. Cause ya see now that I've gotten my check mark by that goal, its time to go back and put another check by that other goal. Its time once again for your Southern Heartthrob, now God of Wrestling, to go out and save the W2K championship from David Van Da...

[ Michaels is interuppted as a voice comes across the speakers.....

Voice: "Yeah, I saw you in the ring jumping around like a wounded duck..."

[Then, "American Badass" by Kid Rock storms the speakers, As CM looks right at the entrance. He knows who this is. THe crowd has a second to think, but th eloyalists know....

Askin: "The Infamous Billy Baloosh!"

Macklin: "One would wonder just why, the Jobber killer would come out during a promo for the God of Wrestling..."

[Billy steps on stage, with a big shit eating grin, and a mic. As the crowd dies down, he goes.

Billy B: "Ya know, J-Raven, I was sitting in the back trying to haggle with a hooker, and when she decided a signed photo of me and a ball of lint wasn't nearly enough, I had no choice but to put on the boob tube... and what do I see? The biggest boob since the year two thousand, sittting there talking this and talking that- and then I recieve a program- I aske dfor it, W2K backstage personell are couteous like that, and I saw that you're supposed to be fighting the main event-"

[CM grins, but we all know the main event has changed, due to "creative differences".

Billy B: "But then, i saw that once again, W2K Management decided to protect it's golden boy, even though you're slaving away scribbling half assed ideas on a napkin, and calling it a wrestling show up North."

Crowd: "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...."

CM: "Bill, booby, baby- you might wanna stop pacing around while you talk, because you might stub yor toe again and be shevled for another long, extended period of time where the crowd doesn't give a crap."

Crowd: "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."

[Billy shakes his head. ]

Billy B: "J-Raven, i remember you before you pulled out your check book. Before you had the operation to permentantly stich your lips to the back of Dangerously's ass. Before you punk'ed out and gave your crappy gimmick to your little brother."

[He stops, scratches his head-]

Billy B:"Oh, wait, you still got a crappy gimmick. It's just since your nose is brown with the pooh of Dangerously, no one will come out and say it. But you know what will? MY FOOT WILL TELL YOUR ASS!"

[Billy drops the mic and soars to the ring, and CM meets him blow for blow-]

Macklin: "Who'd of thought Travis O'Neal would be replaced by an e-Gold inductee?"

Askin: "I agree, the Board is DEFINATELY NOT reaching for this one."

[Billy fients, chest pains, and backs off, breathing heavy.]

Askin: "It's a well documented fact that Baloosh has selective asthma."

[ Once he gets the room, he launches his foot into the groin of CM- and it comes back, and Billy collapses. The crowd' ohh's and ahh's, as CM pulls out a cup. ]

Macklin: "A divine insurance policy?"

[ CM takes the cup (extra large, ladies, he likes the breathing room, and the crabs he has likes the space) and Waits for Billy to hop on one foot, he stomps the foot- the same one that gets stubbed once a week or something, and Billy stands straight up, getting the cup to the face- Billy falls back, and CM gives hima "Just Like That".... ONE! TWO! THREE! ]

Macklin: "Check off "revenge on the Jabbakill" on Christina's to do list!"

[ "Kryptonite blasts, as the 2006 GoW celebrates in the ring, and Baloosh calls for Askin to help him...]

Askin: "I'm not going in there, Christian just assaulted him for no reason!"

Macklin: "NO REASON?"

[ Back from commercial, we see Triple X walking down to the ring, as his opponents stand in the ring. slaxorz are booked, and are taking him on in a handicap match. PJ Curtis points and laughs at Triple X, and Bob Pocket tries picking his nose.

Macklin "We have the unusal team of Bob Pocket and PJ Curtis, aka the slaxorz. A dyanmic duo, they are certainly...uhh..."

Askin "Crazy?"

Macklin "Uhh...no. I meant silly. But, you know, whatever."

[Triple X lurches at Bob as he gets into the ring, and Bob simply side-steps him. Triple X bounces off of the ropes, and comes back to a midsection shot from Bob. PJ doubles up, and nails a reverse Atomic Drop on Triple X. Bob gets on all fours as he goes behind Triple X, and PJ follows up by pushing Triple X over Bob, onto the mat.

Macklin "The slaxorz using a interesting way to double team Triple X."

[Triple X tries reach out for Bob, but he just moves out of the way. PJ comes running in with a leg drop, and Bob follows up with a springboard elbow drop.

Askin "The slaxorz are really putting it to Triple X. It's like he's being jobbed out or something this week."

Macklin "AHAHAHA! You slay me Askin."

[With Triple X pretty much out of the match, the slaxorz decide to end the match with a suplex. Yes, that's right, a suplex...just kidding. Bob picks up Triple X, and nails his Slaxne combo finisher. A knee barrage, followed up by a pretty top rope knee drop. They aren't done, as almost immediately as Bob comes down off of the top rope, PJ starts his finishing combo. Picking Triple X up, and nailing him twice with clotheslines. One dropkick, and spinning neckbreaker/suplex later, the slaxorz are taunting Triple X by dancing in the ring.

Macklin "Uhh...PJ Curtis is attempting to do the worm...and it looks like Bob Pocket is doing the robot."

[Unfortunately for them, Triple X is back up on his feet. Ready to go, he charges at the tag team once again. Bob senses danger, and spins around just in time to duck an attack from Triple X. Bob connects with an enziguri, and PJ follows that up with a headscissors takedown. PJ looks like he wants to go up top, and the fans approve. PJ climbs the ropes with ease, jumping off clean and nailing a sweet top rope leg drop. Both men cover for the pin, One...Two...And Three.

Macklin "And no surprise here, the slaxorz win the match."

Askin "They totally dominated, Triple X pretty much got 0wn3d."

[A little after the match against Latino, the cameras are following Michael Angelucci as he makes his way through the hallways. He passes by a half opened door and as he does he hears a voice.

Voice: Angelucci!

[Naturally he halts and turns back to look inside the door of W2K's Owner Hamid Ismaili.

Michael Angelucci: Yes Mr. Ismaili?

Hamid Ismaili: Come on in, have a seat.

[He does so.

Hamid: Quite a match you had out there, not too bad for a debut.

Michael: It felt good, thanks.

Hamid: Though let me ask you a question, exactly where do you plan on going in this business.

[He pauses, Michael goes to answer.

Michael: Well I've...

Hamid: I wasn't finished.

[He lifts a hand.

Michael: Apologizes.

Hamid: Where do you plan on going in this business trying to make a friend with the likes of Kutter Flash? He's on the down and down, soon you won't even be hearing his name mentioned anymore. DVD is the future, Legend is the future.

Michael: I wasn't exactly trying to make make friends with him. More so of a little alliance to, well to put it bluntly, get back at DVD and Legend for what happened.

Hamid: And me of course.

Michael: If you stood in our way, then yes. Listen, I realize it's not a popular action, but I wasn't exactly doing it to be popular.

Hamid: No you mentioned it because you want to get ahead.

Michael: It'd give me more exposure, sure. Actually though I think I'd get more ahead by going after Kutter, beating the last champ is quite a step for a new comer to take. But it's not about getting ahead, I said I'd put in my time and earn those stripes, it's more of an opportunity to undo the wrong that's been done.

Hamid: So you think what we did was wrong, is that it?

Michael: I've been in a similar situation, even once when I was unable to get back at them. I'm not going to stand by as I see a man I admired for his ruthless passion not get the fair chance at getting back.

Hamid: First, I see where you're coming from but you do know it's a futile effort that will only get you on my bad side, right? You're on the borderline since those comments Angelucci, but because you're still new I'll let it slide... for now. But let me save you the trouble of waiting around, Kutter won't accept, he doesn't care. He has no friends, no allies, and he never will. He's a beast, a hardkore puppet, nothing more. It's a dead end.

Michael: I disagree. But hey, I'm not dependent on anything, waiting's not killing my career as I'm still going to do my own thing.

Hamid: Yes well realize one thing, in this company, you fall into one of three catagories. You're either with me, you're against me, or you're steering clear the hell away from me.

[Michael rises and nods his head as he goes to the door.

Michael: I'll be sure to remember that boss.

As he turns to head out he gets bumped by David Van Dam first with a little cocky smile on his face followed by Johnny Legend, having that same 'we're champs and you're a rookie' look.

DVD: Out of the way.

Michael: All yours, champs.

Johnny: Better watch that tone rookie.

Michael smirks.

Michael: Is that so?

Johnny gets in Angelucci's face for a moment before DVD grabs him.

DVD: Come on, little punk isn't worth our time.

[Johnny smirks and lets out a little laugh as him and David head into the office.

Michael: I may be sooner than you think.

He turns and walks off as the cameras fade.

.TYNA HILTON. "Hello...?"

[The person on the otherside of the phone was breathing pretty heavily and then spoke.

.VOICE. "Hi Tyna. I'm here."

[Tyna looked at the phone awkwardly and responded.

.TYNA HILTON. "Who is this?"

[The voice spoke once again.

.VOICE. "Open your door and find out."

[The phone went click and dial tone was heard. Tyna wasn't scared, but a little suspicious. She hung up the phone and pushed herself off the couch. She got up and as she walked toward the door there was a knock. Tyna being causious, grabbed her sledge hammer that stood by the door. She reached out for the knob and then turned it opening it. She very readily put the sledge hammer above her head. Tyna's mouth opened. The person wasn't brought into view, but before Tyna could say anything the person pushed her into the locker room, shoved the camera man out of the way and he stumbled putting the two people out of view. Only their voices could be here. The girl's voice was heard.

.VOICE. "I'm here, but I don't want anyone to know just yet."

[Tyna looked at the person and shook her head.

.TYNA HILTON. "You weren't suppose to be here for another week A..."

[The girl covered mouth.

.VOICE. "Do me a favor and don't spill the beans. Don't even mention my name!"

[Tyna nodded. She couldn't believe the person was here so early.

.TYNA HILTON. "It will be our little secret."

[The scene faded hearing that line. It went to a commercial break.

The scene fades in to the outside hallway of the W2K arena. Alia Starr is seen standing about fifty feet away from where the camera crew is located. A female voice is heard.

Voice: So Alia, I see your slutty ways have infested this federation too.

Alia: Well, DSL if it isnt the bitch with all the pull

DSL: Your the bitch Ace always called out for in his sleep

Alia: At least I was worth his ti...

Before Alia could finish, DSL is seen knocking Alia with a good couple of forearms. Alia stumbles back, as DSL then knees her in the gut, and crashes her head first into a nearby wall. Alia falls to the mat, as DSL is seen smiling at her. Alia then continues to move and tries to get back to her feet, until DSL is right there to help her. DSL sends a knee into the ribs one more time, lifts Alia into the air, and a hard Lunatic Virus to the concrete on Alia Star. DSL proud of herself smirks, as she walks off down the hallway leaving Alia on the floor not moving.

Macklin: Alright well let’s get this started.

Ding, ding!!

Askin: Well, we’ve got the seasoned veteran team of Ace Hart and Scott Blaze going up against the unlikely duo of James Tsunami and Kenny Justice here tonight.

Askin: I guess we’ll see how these two young stars do against two of the older generation here tonight.

Macklin: Remember when Agent Orange and JT Kash put Scott Blaze in the poop truck?

Askin: ENOUGH!

Ace Hart and James Tsunami start things off in the center of the ring first as Ace goes in for a collar and elbow tie up, Tsunami on the other hand has different plans. Tsunami rolls under Ace’s arms and springboards off the middle rope hitting Ace flush in the mouth with a springboard back elbow. Tsunami rolls over making the cover. 1..

Askin: Ace is nowhere near done yet, did you see the power in that kick out?

Ace kicks out with power sending Tsunami flying over the referee. Tsunami gets up and with a look of shock quickly tags in Kenny Justice. Kenny jumps up quickly with a springboard off the top rope and plants both feet into Ace’s chest. Ace falls backwards, but rolls through and gets up to one knee where Kenny nails him with a Shining Wizard. Ace falls back as Kenny hops on top for the cover. 1... 2... Ace kicks out!

Macklin: These two high fliers are trying to put Ace Hart away before he gains any momentum.

Askin: Too bad it’s not gonna happen.

Kenny grabs Ace by the hair pulling him back to his feet, when unexpectedly Ace grabs Kenny by the waist and spins him around throwing Kenny into the corner where Blaze is standing. Blaze wraps the tag rope around Kenny’s throat while Ace lays in some heavy shoulder thrusts. Ace stands up and tags in Blaze who let’s go of the rope and steps into the ring. Ace gives Justice one last kick to the gut before he exit’s the ring to the apron.

Askin: Finally the *real* team here is getting their stuff together.

Blaze sits Justice up on the top turnbuckle and climbs up onto the middle rope setting Kenny up for a Superplex. Blaze stops, and then makes his way up to the top turnbuckle, and lifts Kenny up and stalls holding him upside down on the top rope.

Macklin: Scott Blaze showing off his impressive balance while letting all the blood in Kenny Justice’s body rush to his head. Blaze throws himself back rattling the entire ring with a big Superplex onto Kenny Justice. Blaze floats over for the pin. 1... 2... …Kick out! Just in time Justice gets out of the pin. Scott gets back to his feet complaining to the referee that it should’ve been three, while Kenny Justice is crawling his way over to James Tsunami for a tag.

Macklin: He’s only inches away, and Scott Blaze isn’t paying attention!

Askin: Come on, Scott! You’re making a rookie mistake here!

Scott finally realizes where Kenny is, rushes over and grabs him by the foot stopping the tag from taking place. Kenny turns around while hopping back towards Blaze’s corner, out of desperation he nails Scott Blaze with an émigré to the back of the head laying Blaze out face down in the center of the ring. Scott and Kenny are both crawling towards their corners with Kenny in the lead. Kenny looks back and sees Blaze isn’t even close to making a tag out to Ace as Kenny stands up to his feet, acting as arrogant as ever he makes his way slowly over to James Tsunami, who’s yelling at Kenny to hurry up and make the tag.

Macklin: This is a mistake on the young rookie’s part here Johnny.

Askin: Yeah, it’s stupid to flaunt around when you’ve already been beaten down so-

Macklin: HOLY CRAP!!

Ace Hart just ran across the ring and gored the ever living Hell out of Kenny Justice, turning him completely around with a back flip and landing smoothly on his face!

Askin: Did you see that impact!?

A lot of the W2K fans actually cheer Ace’s gore as he wastes no time in walking back to his corner, not listening to a word the ref is screaming behind his back. Scott blaze reaches up now and tags in Ace Hart, who casually steps back into the ring as Blaze gets up and steps out onto the apron. Hart rips Kenny up off the mat and plows him down with a short arm clothesline, then plants him in the chest with an elbow drop as he stays on top for the cover.

Askin: This has to be it, Ace just tore off that kid’s head.

1...

Macklin: Plus he just caved in the poor kids entire upper body with that vicious gore!

2... Tsunami just in time runs down the apron and plants a boot onto Ace’s back through the ropes. Hart gets up annoyed by Tsunami who stands there talking trash to Scott Blaze who’s also made his way over to the neutral corner, arguing with James who’s slowly making his way back down the apron to his corner, when out of nowhere he’s knocked clean off the apron and into the guard rail by Kenny Justice, who was whipped into the ropes via Ace Hart.

Macklin: What!?

The ref claps his hands together motioning that counted as a tag!

Macklin: This isn’t good for James Tsunami!

Askin: Brilliant!

Macklin: What!?

Askin: Ace Hart and Scott Blaze planned this out to perfection! That’s why they’re a solid tag team, and the other two are not.

The ref is arguing with Ace Hart about who knows what, in the mean time we hear a loud smack of metal on metal as Scott Blaze folds up a steel chair on the outside. Kenny Justice can be seen rolling under the bottom rope on the side closer to the aisle leading to the stage. Blaze runs down the outside area of the ring as Tsunami pulls himself up off the fallen guard rail just in time to get blasted in the face with a Scott Blaze chair shot!

Askin: DAMN!!

Macklin: ISN’T IT ABOUT TIME FOR HIM TO GET FIRED AGAIN!?

Blaze drops the chair and rolls Tsunami into the ring as Hart starts to hold his hands up stepping away from the screaming referee as Blaze hops back up onto the apron.

Askin: Look at Justice! The cameras turn to show Kenny Justice waving off the match while walking up the aisle towards the stage. Macklin: He’s leaving his partner! The ref turns around seeing Tsunami out cold in the ring with blood running down his face and looks at Hart who shrugs then at Blaze who smiles while getting the tag from Ace Hart.

Macklin: Tsunami is in a world of trouble here. Ace Hart rips Tsunami up to his knees.

Askin: that kid is out on his feet! He can’t even stand. My guys have this one in the bag!

Macklin: Your guys?

Ace lifts Tsunami’s dead weight up across his shoulders for a power bomb when Blaze steps into the ring, grabbing James by the back of the head…and the duo fall together with a power bomb neck breaker combination. Hart rolls out of the ring as Scott lays back making a cocky cover over James Tsunami. 1... 2... Blaze counting along with the ref gets to three and the bell rings as he stands up to his feet.

"Your winners of this match…Scott Blaze…and Ace Hart!!"

Macklin: I can’t believe Kenny just walked out on his partner like that! How disrespectful!

Askin: Time for a commercial, we’ll be back as soon as Eddie stops crying.

We come back as The Freaks are making their way out to the ring while "Freak" by Silverchair plays in the background.

Macklin: Hide your jaw Johnny cause here come The Freaks!

Askin: Shut up. Well this match came about from some sort of confrontation that occurred backstage earlier today.

Macklin: Yeah we heard rumors all day about some sort of a fight backstage, you know that new girl Ashley?

Askin: You mean the one with the blonde hair and that cute little ENORMOUS RACK!

Macklin chokes on the drink of water he tried to take.

Macklin: Um…sure, anyways I heard from her she saw a tag team known quite well all over this circuit being escorted into Hamid’s office by a very large team of security, while referees and trainers were tending to two other people. Apparently some kind of fight happened or something, the details are still sketchy. The report was posted on W2K.com earlier today, well as it turns out the team well known was none other than The Freaks. The other team, turned out to be new comers Tanner and Abrams.

Cross and Ryan quickly slide into the ring as the four men meet with fists a flying and the song cuts out. The Freaks are sent out with a double Irish Whip, but both men reverse and send Abrams and Tanner to the ropes. Cross quickly turns around and runs really fast to the opposite side ropes, bouncing off gaining more momentum as Ryan jumps in front of the other two men falling to his hands and knees causing both men to jump over his back and in mid air they get absolutely mauled by a Cross double clothesline.

Askin: Holy Hell!!

Macklin: He just obliterated both of them together!

Ryan picks up the remains of Tanner and tosses him out of the ring while Cross picks up Abram and shoves him into the corner. Cross walks up but gets raked in the eyes for his troubles. Cross stumbles away blinded as Abrams gets up on the middle rope and jumps off nailing Cross with a drop kick to the back that takes the big man down to his knees. Cross falls over stopping himself with his hands, now on all fours as Abrams stands up and turns around just in time to get a leg lariat from Ryan Cain off of Cross�?back.

Askin: These two work together as one, it’s incredible watching them in the ring.

Macklin: Aren’t you the bad guy?

Askin: Well…I guess the writer just got confused. Cross stands up and climbs out of the ring to brawl on the floor with Tanner while Ryan has Abrams back up to his feet, but Abrams grabs Ryan by the tights and tosses him out of the ring through the ropes and down to the floor.

Askin: Ryan Cain takes a spill out to the floor. Macklin: What are we blind? Askin: Shut up. Cross rolls Tanner back into the ring, and follows in after him as they both get back to their feet when we hear a loud crash on the outside of the ring.

Macklin: Off camera Ryan just reversed Abrams into the ring steps! Ryan slides back into the ring after Cross whips Tanner to the ropes, he comes back and gets a double hip toss, but lands back first across both of The Freaks knees. Cross and Ryan don’t stop there however, and they both toss the guy high up into the air. Ryan runs underneath him towards the ropes, Cross delivers a big boot to the side of the face on the way down causing him to spin sideways as Ryan springboards off the middle rope landing a Lionsault just as soon as Tanner’s back hit the mat. Ryan gets up as Cross pulls Tanner back to his feet. Ryan turns around quickly and flattens Abrams with a Zero super kick from the apron and down into the guard rail. Cross slingshots Tanner off the top rope and brings him back hooking a leg in mid air and drives him down hard with the Edgecrusher.

Macklin: Man! I never get used to seeing that devastating move!

Askin: Good thing all Ryan has is a kick to the face. Askin starts rubbing his jaw from the memories of being punted across the arena by Ryan.

Macklin: You better not ever piss off Cross then, buddy. We might have to bring Joey Kewl back to the table.

Cross is back to his feet now while Ryan for some reason does a handstand behind Cross.

Askin: Wtf?

Macklin: Hey! I think I saw those two guys from Jackass do this on Raw the other night!

Cross grabs Ryan’s legs above his shoulders and bends over while pulling Ryan forward…and slams Ryan down across Tanner with a very impact splash type maneuver. Macklin: Well it wasn’t quite like that…but it’s the basic idea.

Askin: I wonder what exactly happened backstage earlier between these two teams. The Freaks could’ve already beaten them by now, but they’re hesitating on ending the match for some reason.

Macklin: I’m sure it’ll surface at some point tonight or tomorrow. Just keep an eye on w2k.com.

Abrams can be seen crawling back into the ring as Cross and Ryan both greet him with stomps to the back and the head. The Freaks pick him up to his feet as Cross knees him in the gut before lifting him up onto his shoulder. Cross walks out to the middle of the ring with the man across his shoulder as he flips him over into a shoulder breaker, but the big man doesn’t let go, he pulls him back onto his shoulder and walks out a bit farther before jumping up and falling to both knees with a Canadian Back breaker across his shoulder. Cross stands back up as Ryan now ascends to the top rope with his back facing the ring. Cross walks over to the corner where Tanner is laid out. Macklin: I believe he calls this series of moves the Three Strikes. Askin: Makes sense. Three strikes and Cross is back in prison. Macklin: Too true. Cross flips Abrams around now into an X-Factor style move causing him to crash down face first onto his partner. Cross rolls out of the way and Ryan does an Imploding Star Press. That’s a 450 backwards.

Macklin: Ryan just flattened both men with The Tweak! Ryan rolls away from both men while holding his ribs as Cross takes a seat on top of both men and the referee drops to make the count as Cross counts along with him using his fingers. 1. 2. 3. The bell rings as Freak by Silverchair begins to play again.

Askin: Well, that massacre is over with.

Macklin: You gotta give Abrams and Tanner credit for hanging in there through all they did.

Askin: They’re pretty tough, but The Freaks are considered by many the best team to ever wrestle on the entire MSN circuit. They’ve still never been defeated by anyone!

Macklin: That’s an accomplishment not many can say. We’ll be right back after this quick break.

Macklin: Time for the women's match, fans. A non title bout between Summer Stratus, Image Johnson, and Alia Starr.

Askin: I love cat fights.

Summer gets Alia in a headlock but Alia pushes her towards the ropes and swings her off as Summer reverses it and sends Alia into the ropes, she comes back with a clothesline that Summer ducks and Alia hits the ropes as Summer catches her in a power slam. She’s up and putting the boots to Alia but Image catches Summer in the back of the head with a drop kick sending her through the ropes and down to the floor. Image is quick on the offensive onto Alia as she lifts Alia up off the mat and hits her with a piledriver, leaving her stunned on the mat as she scales to the top rope.

Macklin: This could start to seal the deal for her.

Askin: Or be a huge mistake.

Image has reached the top rope and jumps off backwards going for a Moonsault but Summer drags Alia out of the ring and down to the floor causing Image to crash and burn!!!

Askin: Told you. Summer slides into the ring and makes the cover as the referee drops down, 1�?…Kickout! Alia is able to make the save just in time. Alia pulls Summer up to her feet she then throws her into the turnbuckle and goes to bounce her head off of it but Summer blocks and sends Alia’s head right into the turnbuckle and then Irish whips her into the opposite turnbuckle. As she comes out Alia swings her leg up to block but Summer stops catching Alia's foot, throws it down and nails her hard across the chest with a chop. Alia comes walking out of the corner holding her chest as Summer turns around, and they both get plowed down by a double clothesline from Image Johnson.

Macklin: Some pretty stiff competition between these three lovely ladies here tonight.

Image grabs a hold of Alia’s legs and turns them around as she manages to get in a Sharpshooter but Summer kicks Image in the head and is able to break up the submission. Image falls over holding her head as Summer pulls Alia up to her feet. Askin: Summer Stratus making the save this time stopping Alia from a submission possibility. Summer walks over and puts Alia in a headlock as she jumps onto the top rope and pushes off, hitting a bulldog as she rolls Alia over and goes for the pinfall as the ref counts. 1�?2�?Kickout! Alia still won’t go down as Summer lifts her once again but Alia is able to drop under and roll Summer up. 1�?2... NO! She kicks out and now both ladies are back up to their feet and charging again, it’s Alia who gains the upper hand this time and kicks Summer in the gut, causing her to double over as she attempts a DDT but before she can get it off Image nails her in the face with a super kick.

Macklin: Whoa, whoa, what is this?

[ Out from the back comes DSL. She takes off down the rampway. All three women wonder what exactly is happening.

Askin: "Looks like someone opted not to take a number."

As DSL get to the ringside area, she is seen sliding in under the bottom rope, as she goes right for Alia Star. Image then does the necessary ref bump... in order to scoot him out of the realm of wakeness.... Alia is seen now taking it to DSL sending slaps and punches to her head. DSL falling back a bit finally sick of having her ass handed to her comes from out of nowhere and starts sending hard punches back to the head of Alia. Alia trying to get herself in check, as the two women begin throwing down in the middle of the ring as Image and Summer are seen exiting the ring.

Macklin: "Looks like Image and the Championess want no part of your catfight!"

DSL then whips Alia into the ropes. As Alia rebounds, DSL with a kick into the midsection of Alia Star. Alia then is placed between the legs of DSL. DSL exhales and lifts Alia into the air, and then slams Alia down to the match with a thunderous hit. DSL then rolls over and to her feet, as she is seen reaching into the pocket of her jeans. as she pulls out a shiny object. She then looks at it for a moment, as DSL then tosses what seems to be a ring onto the fallen Alia Star. DSL then exits the ring, as Image is seen standing there waiting for her. The two then head to the back as "You Can Run" hits the pa system.

Askin: "Look at Summer! Captolizing!"

[The bell has yet to ring, so Summer slides back in, and goes to alia, covering, as the ref is somewhat awake- ONE! TWO! THREE!

Macklin: "I don't know whether to be mad at Summer, or DSL, or Image... or what!

[ All five men in the ring; Damien Collins, Johnny Fame, Jon Reed, Nic E Dangeorusly, and WallStreet himself... who;s at the ropes taking in his fan fare as "Superstar II" is just coming off the air. ]

Macklin: "Our fans are the nest in the world, and I think the Board is trying to give them the best in the world in return.

Askin: "Ironic, considering Hameed has been tyring to get rid of him for weeks upon weeks. Possibly even hours."

[ Wally turns to Fame, with a smirk, as unbelievably, Wally is wearing Fame's shades. Still. Talk about disrespect. DC holds back Fame's jujitzu attacks, as Jon Reed also tries to hold him back by the ankle. Wally Waves them off, as NED hangs in the corner, waiting for Wally to stop making the crowd jerk him off so the match can get started. ]

Macklin: "NED seems alittle impatient today."

[ Before the bell rings, DC and Jon Reed both let go, and NED shakes his head as Fame hops on the ropes behind Wally, and slings his arm for a supergerman suplex... Wally, taken not totally of guard, crunches a side headlock, and jumps down, forcing Fame back and down, and smashes him face first into Wally's knee as DC and Reed turn, embarassed to know Fame at the moment. Fame pops up and stumbles, walking into NED, who shoves him down on his ass, and Wally goes to the ropes and back and lays a boot in his face, sprawling him out like a clean set of sheets. ]

Askin: "Free nose job, courtesy of Doc Wally, plastic surgeon."

[ Wally leans over, looking down at Fame, and takes the shades off. When he does, Fame weakly slaps him in the face, and Wally shakes his head, reaching down for him, and ripping him up, sending him into the ropes and back- Fame goes for a cross body- but Wally caches him, still shaking his head, and heaving him up and down in a massive slam. When he puts his foot on Fame's chest for the pin, Reed pulls at his hair, and Fame grabs the ankle, dropping Wally to one knee. ]

Askin: "That's the power of the Jedi, that's the power WallStreet is underestimating right now."

[ Fame gets to his knees, and pulls up Wally's ankle, knocking him down to both knees, and twists an ankle lock, Wally twirls onto hi ship and stiff kicks Fame right in the jaw, sending him in a wobble, and releasing Wally, going to his feet. Wally stamps over, turns him around and punches, him, knocking him about two feet back into the corner, and hits him again, and again, and then nails a huge knee lift into the somtach. He whips Fame, but Fame drops to all fours as Wally follows, and trips him up- Wally keeps his footing, grabbing a rope, and turns, as Fame sends a kick to his gut, and wrenches him in a double underhook, flipping over and back to his feet, and POWERING Wally up and into a driven position, head and shoulders and back down on the canvas! ]

Macklin: "I think everyone's a bit surprised to see a mov elike that from Fame-"

[ Fame reaches over, as Wally pulls himself up, holding the back of his head, as JAR comes in from the tag, they each grab an arm, and fling Wally- Wally comes back and they duck his double clothesline, he flings again and comes back and they lift him up together and bring him down as DC rushes in, flipping on his back and sending both knees up to meet and greet Wally's bruised ribs! Wally bounces up, holding his cage, coughing, as the crowd boos. Damien Collins doesn't know what thi snoise is, and looks at the crowd in disbelief.... ]

Askin: "Damien Collin slooking to the fans-"

[ He turns around, to Wally doing a wild monkey flip, connecting and kicking DC in the head- DC rolls to his side and comes back up on the ropes, as Fame and JAR take an arm of Wally's on each side, and DC sends a shoulder block right into him- they let go and he falls back, as NED just shrugs at the corner. ]

Macklin: "Yeah he looks real bent out of shape about it!"

Askin: "Dangerouslys following the rules. He can't just walk in there and do whatever he wants."

Macklin: "You mean like the other team is?!"

[ Wally is down, as DC is sizing him up for the DC Drop... Wally reels up and is caught, and the fans gasp, but as Fame and Reed lstart to leave the ring, Wally mule kicks, and DC doubles over from the low blow... the other two notices it, half way out at the last second, and go after him- Wally sends a fist into Reed's head, and then to Fames- and as they reel, he goes for a double clothesline, connecting, and bringing them down as the crowd raors... DC comes at him with a swing, and Wally catches for the "Stock Market Crash"!!!! DC's shaking his head, and puts his leg behind Wallys, and sends elbows into Wally's head to release himself0 Wally backs off, and DC hits a drop toe hold, and brings Wally's leg back in a half crab.... "

Askin: "You know, come to think of it, Dangerously's track record with Damien Collins is worse than his track record with Matlock..."

[ DC brings the leg back, with a smile and even a pose with his free arm, for all his fans out in the crowd tonight. Remember, he's sign your photos you take of him, and for only a small modest fee. Wally's arm is reaching, reaching for NED, and he's close, in the corner, but NED's not exactly... trying... to reach Wally's hand. It's extended, but not stretched or under any pressure to do so... The crowd is chanting for WallStreet, and NED pulls back, looking at the crowd, his crowd, chanting for WallStreet, just as they chanted for Christian. His town. HE slowly shakes his head, and reaches back, as DC pulls back on the half crab some more- and tags Wally's hand, for a huge cheer. He comes in, as DC lets go and turns around- but NED's already got him up and into an inverted atomic drop... DC falls back into the ropes and on NED's shoulders for the "Deu- NO! DC slides back, and grabs NED in a waistlock, and flings him back for a powerful and quick belly to back- NED and DC race up and DC beats him- smaller and faster- kicks him and goes for a DDT that connects! DC then goes and tags in Reed, who lays down the kicks and boots to him... ]

Macklin: "Collin skeeping his team fresh-"

[ NED is pulled up and slinked for a slam, but he ends up behind JAR, and shoves him hard into the corner- His face bounces off ot if, and he turns into NED's kick- he goes to put him up for the "151 DDT", but JAR rolls him up in a small package- ONE! TWO! NO!!! NED kicks, surpised, but as he comes up, JAR doesn't follow, and NED jumps straight up to miss the low blow JAR tried! NED reaches down, and grabs his leg, swinging him and flinging JAR into the center of the ring- having his leg, and pulling him in for the "Jagged Reality", as the crowd gears up for it- ]

Macklin: "The move that Christian Mihcaels defeated Dangeorusly with TWICE since 2004-"

Askin: "........ I don't think that's something Dangerously wants advertised."

[ JAR scrambles, but isn't powerful enough to break this, but Fame's help, he can, and Fame runs in- NED releases JAR, and picks off Fame with a spinebuster than bounces him off to the side- DC is going crazy at the apron- can't beliving the trouble JAR got them into- but JAR's back up and shakes his fist- as he goes to nail NED- NED turns- as sees the flash for the brass knux- He ducks, and the force of the swing sends JAR up and over him- as Wally comes in as DC sneaks up on NED- NED turns, and DC goes to throw him out of the ring, but NED hangs on, and both he and DC tumble out to the matting over the apron! Wall goes for Fame, and catches him as he stands, readying him for his finisher, but Reed comes at him, and Wally catches him, too... and sends them both down in the "Stock Market Crash" as the crowd goes nuts.... wally covers them both- ONE! TWO! THREE! ]

Askin: "Hamid's not gonn alike this..."

Macklin: "WallStreet has just taken a pin over both the JARhead and Johnny Fame!"

[Wally gets the shades, and waves them over Fame's head, and slaps him back on as 'Superstar II" blasts...]

[ The cameras are backstage as we see Kutter standing next to a soda machine, banging the side of it after it didn't give him his drink.

Kutter Flash: F***ing piece of shit.

[ At that time Michael Angelucci had been heading in that direction, reaching into his pocket he pulls out a little wire and walks to the back of the machine, taking a couple seconds he pics the lock and opens the door.

Michael Angelucci: Have at it.

[ Kutter glares at him and grabs his drink as Michael locks it back up and pockets the wire.

Michael: Little trick I learned a long time ago.

Kutter: I saw you in Ismaili's office earlier.

Michael: It's not what you think.

Kutter: You have no f***ing idea what I think.

[ Michael lifts his hand and takes a step back, giving him his space.

Michael: You're right, I don't. But I can guess that you're pissed, to say the least. I'm not asking to be your friend, hell I'm not even asking for a partnership. I've been distracted too many times in my career with going that route. All I'm saying is I can even out the numbers game and can be more or less a 'secret weapon' since hardly anyone knows me or my style here. Meaning they don't know how I work as well as say a seasoned vet that's more known in W2K, and there's a hell of a lot less chance of me being corrupt and out to screw you over. It's about getting revenge Kutter, for you, even for me in a distant sort of way. But I'm in no hurry for you to decide, I'm going to do what I gotta do. When you're ready, or hell if you want to throw me up against the wall and question me about it, all you gotta do is drop by.

[ Kutter doesn't say anything as Michael tips his head and walks away, hoping that Kutter would just drop by and ask a question if he had one and not actually throw him up against the wall to question him, but he figured maybe the thought of being violent would spark his interest more. Mike shrugs as we see Kenny Justice, who screwed over Tsunami after the big melee earlier in the night, walks up.

Justice: "I'm gonna offer you guys an oppurtunity of a lifetime. I got friends in high places, and I'm offering you some spots with me, and my crew."

[He looks at Kutter and Angelucci.

Justice: "After all, we all know it's about numbers."

Kutter: "F*** off."

Justice: "I'll just give you some time to think ab-"

Kutter: "I said F*** off."

Justice: "YOU GOT FIVE MINUTES TO DECIDE!"

Kutter Flash: "... f*** off."

Justice: "I get the feeling you don't like me, or people in general for that matter."

Kutter: "You should be a therapist. Because you're just as annoying."

Justice: "Yeah? Im annoying, I'm new, but for all your years in W2K, what'd it get you? A screwjob. Think about that, you stupid guerilla. Because James learned that lesson earlier."

[Justice storms off, as Mike sighs, and puts hi shand on Kutz's shoulder. Kutter looks at him like he's got the black plague.]

Angelucci: "Between you and me, Kutter... he's kinda right."

[ Fade. ]

[ We fade back to the arena as "Get Your Handz Off" is blaring, with the W2K Champion in the ring, circling around Jimmy Stryker. He's soaking in the boos as if heaven itsefl has opened up...

Macklin: "And we have yet another non title match here tonight, David Van Dam against Jimmy Stryker..."

Askin: "Never let it be said that Van dam doesn't give chances to the little people."

Macklin: "Or, in Styker's case, the not-so-little. And, Johnny Legend in tow, look at that... crutches and a neckbrace? What the heck?!"

[ JL is milking his injury, acting like he can barely walk. One wonders if Kutter caught up to him earlier... but the music die, and DVD hesistates giving the title up to the ref, but finally does so as the bell sounds and Styker comes across the ring, and lays some heavy blows on his back... DVD reels from the hits, getting away from the ref, and waiting for a strike, he side steps it, gets his head under Jimmy's arm, and goes for a german- but Jimmy cranks him back in a Russian Leg Sweep.... DVD recoils and goes back to his feet, charging the bigger Jimmy, but his foot comes up for a kick, DVD catches it with both hands, and grins, as he puts on the Ankle lock while Jimmy is standing, twisting his leg, forcing Jimmy to face the other way- but, a hop ot two an dJimmy gets his balance, and doesnt fall, but DVD still twists it... Jimmy jumps on his one leg and sends it back, hitting DVD like a bazooka shot to the chest- DVD flies back into the ropes, missing one and going through, falling through them and out of the ring off the apron...

Macklin: "W2K hasn't seen alot of Jimmy Stryker, but he's a legend on the MSN Network."

Askin: "Legends ar enothing more than... faded glory."

[ Jimmy charges over the ropes, both hands on the top and leaping off and down to the mat with his feet. He stands before DVD, who gives him a shot to the gut, and slings hi for a fast snap suplex... DVD gets back to his feet, and stomps Jimmy... pulling him up and going to put him into the ringpost- Stryker puts the boot up for the break, and bends it some, taking DVD's head, and knocking it into his knee! DVD recoils, back into the guardrail, ducking a swing by Jimmy, and ending up behind him... zas he puts a wiastlock on and a belly to back that sends Jimmy back-of-head first into the ring apron, and he lands unnaturally, holding th eb back of his head. ]

Macklin: "Was that a misjudgement of distance or...?"

Askin: "Are you trying to say our Champion can't wrestle?"

Macklin: "NO! I'm saying, that David Van Dam may have... botched that mov e on PURPOSE!"

[ DVD pulls Jimmy up, and slides him into the ring. Jimmy gets to his feet, as DVD comes in through the ropes, forcing a grapple- As Jimmy pushes DVD back, DVD fients a high knee to the ref, but WE clearly see it's a low blow... Jimmy recoils back, into the ropes, and DVD pulls the ref aside... as JL takes a crutch, and smashes it over Jimmy's head- Jimmy stumbles forward, grabbing the top rope, turning around to see his attacker, and JL gulps, knowin ghe didn't knock him out--- but DVD stomps, just gets his attention, and Jimmy turns into a Roaring Elbow, knocking him in a teeter over the to- DVD grabs his legs, and dumps him out like a sack of dirty laundry, and JL takes his other good crutch, as DVD tells the ref Jimmy's been using a closed fist-

Macklin: "Johnny Legend, that little prick-"

[JL shoves the crutch into Jimmy's chest, and brings it up and back down, over and over, laying a beating... Jimmy rolls away, climbing up, and JL smashes him in the back and head again- Jimmy shake shis head violently, and turns around FAST- grabbing JL by the throat- DVD baseball slides past the ref and puts the feet to Jimmy's head, knocking him over to the guardrail.

Macklin: "I think all pretense is over-"

[ DVD and JL shove him back into the ring, and DVD grabs a chair. They follow him in, as JL stomps away, even taking off the neckbrace to reveal some bass knux taped on the inside- and DVD clobbers Jimmy- the bell rings....

Askin: "A hard fought battle, won by our champion."

Macklin: "WHAT?!"

[ he bell rings over and over, as JL and DVD put the beating down on Jimmy- then...

Voice: "So, you wanna be a Superstar, huh?"

Boy's Voice: "Hells yeah, just like you!"

[ And "Superstar II" blasts, as the crowd goes in an upraor, as WallStreet storms down the rampway, and slide sin the ring, putting knuckles to JL's face, and knocking him back, sending two more shots, and then nailing the "Stock Market Crash", giving JL a one way ticket to the outside!! JL hangs out there, trying to shake off the stars, as DVD turns, into WallStreet. They stand, face to face, as Wally shakes his head in disppointment- Wally goes to strike, but DVD lifts the chair as a shield- Wally recoils, and gets the edge right in the ribs!

Askin: "WallStreet will use that injury as an excuse FOREVER..."

[ Wally backs up, and gets it again to the ribs, grabbing the top rope... JL goes for his crutch- and as soon as he does, out of nowhere, comes Kenny Justice- grabbing him and laying in the hits-

Macklin: "BUT THATS NOT ALL!"

[ Out comes Cross... grabbing KJ from behind and sending him into the rail- but as he attacks, KJ puts his feet up, shoving Cross back, and coming back at Cross with a wild swing- they go blow for blow, as JL sneaks back into the ring, to help DVD finish off Wally- but, as they have him backed into the corner, Jimmy's up, and turns them both around, and goes for both throats- JL's feet kick wildly, but DVD still has the chair, and EL KABONGS Jimmy on the top of the head, sending him back- Wally lurches, and tackles DVD from behind, and goes nuts with the fists... the crowd is going wild, as JL goes to bat Wally's head off with the crutch- but through the crowd comes... Kutter! JL gets GORED mid swing...

Askin: "My god, it's a train wreck out there-"

[And, for some revenge, out comes James Tsunami, going straight for KJ, ripping him off of Cross, and sending him down to the mat, and meeting his face with a boot- but before he can get anywhere, out comes Ace Hart....

Macklin: "Maybe we shouldn't have hired a bunch high school guys for security tonight!"

[ All men are fighting in and around the ring, as Micheal Angelucci comes out.... and, not to spoil a party, out comes Latino Diablo, with a whistle, and he brings out Felix Thedore Newman, Killa B, and Livewire.com... but as he hits the ring, he does a 180, and bowls himself over and splashes into Cross, KJ, and Ace- Tusnami getting the back end of it but all tumble...

Askin: "We're running out of time!"

[ Angelucci storms Latino, who fires back as soon as he stands, and out comes Christian Michaels and Damien Collins...

Macklin: "Finally, some order restored!"

[But Christian and Damien both go after David Van dam, ripping him off Wally, who, shoves both CM and DC out of the way and catches DVD- for the "Stock Market Crash".... DVD Shake shis head and goes crazy, and JL sends the brass knux into Wally's face to save the champ, as DVD bails, and JL is left for the beatdown from CM and DC....

Macklin: "We're out of time, follks! We're out of time!!"

[The melee continues as refs, security, and more jobbers come out to seperate everyone.....