["You can Run hits the pa as the lights begin flashing a purple and whitish color. The black gorilla curtains are seen splitting and out from the back comes Da Sweet Lunatic.... She wastes no time getting herself to the ring as the fans all around ringside are heard screaming at her, as she raises her right hand sending the bird flying towards them all out in the audience. DSL then climbs up the steps and goes into the ring as she heads over to her respective corner. She is seen being handed a microphone by Kevin Dart who then announces her.

Dart: In the ring, from the streets of New York City....she is the Extreme Hardcore Queen......DA SWEET LUNATIC!!!!!!!

[The crowd then boos her as she just blows them off long enough until the familiar music of.....

Eddie: Here we go folks!! Summer is already seen inside the ring as the special enforcer!!

Askin: Where we going? Were in the middle of a matchup here!!

Eddie: I am wanting to see who the mystery partners are since Image left and who knows who the other one is.

[The lights dim down, as different colour lights flash around the arena, "The Game" by Disturbed is heard throughout the arena on the public announce system. Alia walks onto the ramp and looks out over the crowd who is booing at her, smirking she raises her arms in the air. As she drops her arms down, Alia heads towards the ring, stepping onto the steel steps, she climbs up and stand on the ring apron, blowing a kiss to all the fans, Alia climbs through the middle and bottom rope. In the ring, Alia once again raises her arms in the air, as she takes in the crowds hatered for her. Smiling, she stares down DSL who is not far from her, as she is seen being handed a microphone as well.

Alia: Well then I'll take charge here and introduce my partner for the evening.

"Let the bodies hit the floor...Let the bodies hit the floor...Let the bodies hit the..FLOOOOOOOOOORR!!!!

Alia: My tag team partner she is the newest and greatest diva around wrestling today......AUGUSTA!!!!!!!!

[The crowd is heard giving her heat as she is seen making her way to the ring. Alia is there standing on the outside, as she holds the ropes down as Augusta steps through the ropes. Augusta is seen looking over at Alia, and then back over at DSL who dosent seem to even move an inch from the opponent of mystery she had to endure.

Dart: And from parts unknown she is Alia Star's mystery partner......AUGUSTA!!!

DSL: Yeah well good for you smart bitch!! Shut your mouth, cause I dont care who it is thats my mystery partner, so you might as well get the hell out of here.

[A devilishly sweet giggle breaks the semi-silence of the arena air as the music slowly begins to rise in volume.

Hey Ya! You don’t have to love me. You don’t even have to like me, but you will respect me. You know why? Because I’m a boss!...

Macklin: DSL looks up at the entrance way as she nearly is beside herself as she smiles the biggest smiles in a long time.....

[Missy bounces out from behind the curtains met by an explosion of cheers and chants from the fans. Taking a few quick steps she pauses at the edge of the stage placing her hands up on her trim waist. Her tight bronze body, covered in glitter, glistens under the lights. A full head of bright blonde hair stretches out past her shoulders, giving way to her stunningly stacked pair of 38Ds. Her long, slender, sleek legs were only added to by a pair of 4-5 inch spiked heels. Teasing the fans she slowly removed black leather duster, and let it fall sensually down her body and onto the stage floor. With her provocative nature igniting the already explosive fans, Missy decides to push the seduction even further. She extends one of her long legs out onto the descending ramp and slides the opposite hand up onto her head pulling her long blonde locks up with it. Gradually she sways her hips in a figure 8, becoming more animated with each sweep. Sliding her free hand from the side of her face a crossed her entire upper body she incorporated a body roll with her sway. She spiraled flirtatiously all the way down to the landing and back up. Stopping in a lowered position of the second spiral, she slips her free hand along her extended leg dropping her pile of platinum hair, sending it spilling over her shoulders. Drawing herself up, she runs her fingertips up her legs and over her entire body in a subtle yet suggestive sexual nature. Missy ‘two steps�?and teases her way to ringside. She makes her way from one safety railing to the next passing out kisses and a simulated shimmy now and then. Her motion keeps each fan mesmerized on their feet as she grinds, bounces, and rocks her flawless body to ringside. Strutting up the ring stairs, pausing for fan photos, her fluid movements and poses emphasize her immaculate, toned female form. Crawling between the ropes, bending all the way down to the ring mat, she gives the fans an alluring smile and enticing wink. Bringing herself upright, Missy places her hands up into the air, and with continuous motion she whirls herself into the middle of the ring. There she stands: a sultry, erotic, curvaceous, blonde. Her tawny skin only accentuating her large chest, toned thighs and ample hind side. The wrestlers knew it, the fans knew it, you know it, and it a few minutes her opponent is going to know it…Missy Bytch has arrived.

Dart: From Ft Lauderdale, Florida...she is MISSY BYTCH!!!!!!!

[Missy and DSL are seen embracing in the ring, as the two have not seen one another, or even tagged inside of the ring for a long time.

Macklin: Wow what a partner DSL ended up with!!

Askins: It was all planned you idiot!!

Macklin: And Augusta wasnt!!!

[Alia is seen with a shocked look on her face. DSL smirks as she then does a miss america wave over at Alia, as Missy blows them both a kiss and smirks as she seems to be the one who wants to enter the ring to begin this contest.

[Missy is seen ready as Alia seems to be the one who wants to start, but so does Augusta. Missy seems to not want to waste any time as she charges across the ring, and completly smashes both Alia and Augusta into the corner with a splash. Alia then flies through the middle and top ropes and outside to the floor. Augusta still on her feet as Missy is right there with a good couple of stiff rights to the side of the head rocking Augusta back a bit. DSL who is seen standing on the outside smirks, as she is seen watching the action on the outside. DSL then watches as Missy then whips Augusta into the ropes as Augusta is on her way back, Missy lifts her up into the air, and drops her down ribs first onto her knee. Augusta is seen holding her ribs and rolling around the ring a bit, as she now tries to make a tag. Missy not wanting her to make the tag, as she sends a foot to the jaw of Augusta, but we still have yet to see Alia back on the ring apron after being knocked through the ropes moments ago. Missy then grabs Augusta by her feet, as she then pulls her over to her corner, where the slap of the hand is heard, as DSL has been tagged into this contest. DSL and Missy grab a hold of Augusta, as the two women lift her up and suplex Augusta to the ground. Teddy Longfeather is right there to try and get Missy out of the ring, as Alia is seen making her way around the ring, grabbing the leg of Missy Bytch who was to the outside only moments ago, sending Missy face first into the ring apron. Alia, starts giving Missy some hard knife egded chops and then grabs her and whips her back into the ring apron sending Missy to the ground onto her knees. DSL however on the inside, is seen really giving it to Augusta, as Alia is seen running back to her side of the ring sliding in under the bottom rope. Alia then slams a fist into the back of DSL, coming don hard, as DSL is seen falling off of Augusta.

Macklin: What the hell? This has been action from the get go!!

[Alia is seen pulling Augusta to their corner and making a blind tag. Teddy see's the tag as Alia is seen getting into the ring. Alia, then is seen charging DSL. nailing her with a spear, sending DSL down hard to the mat. Alia then goes for DSL who is down, as she then drops to her knees, pressing the elbow hard into the face, and now the throat, as DSL is seen fighting to get away from her. Alia, a little bit bothered smirks as DSL gets loose some how as DSL is seen throwing a punch to her head. As DSL is seen trying to get up, Alia is right there grabbing the hair of DSL sending her back down to the mat hard. Alia then goes back to the forearm to the face and sends a couple knees to the gut of DSL. Missy now back to her feet, as she has seen all she is going to see of this, and slides into the ring, and grabs the hair of Alia and sending her into the corner. As Alia hits the corner turnbuckle, Missy is seen checking on DSL, as Teddy is right there trying to get her to the outside of the ring. As she does, Summer is seen watching on with great intent. Summer then smirks, as Alia is coming from the turnbuckle, but Missy is right there to send her to the mat with a hard clothesline. Augusta now enters the ring, as Summer is seen sliding into the ring, grabbing her from going after Missy. DSL seems to be all alone, as Summer is seen fighting with Augusta to get her out of the ring, DSL and Missy team up delivering a double ddt to Alia, crashing her head into the mat. Missy is seen exiting the ring, as DSL is seen making the cover on Alia.

Teddy: 1......2......Kickout by Alia

[DSL a little upset then walks over and slaps the hand of Missy tagging her into this matchup one more time. Missy now back to work on Alia, but Alia getting her wind back in her body as she rakes the eyes of Missy. Missy then tries to get her eye sight focused back to where she can see straight. Missy is seen turning around the wrong way, as Alia then comes at her nailing her with a bulldog. Missy is seen down on her gut, as Alia is seen trying to pull her way over to where Augusta is. As she is about to make the tag, DSL then slaps her hands together, as she enters the ring, and quickly pulling Missy over closer to her to look like the tag was made. DSL then starts to go to work on Alia and then on Augusta until Summer is right there getting into the face of DSL, pushing her back, as the two women are seen exchanging words. Alia then charges, DSL but DSL pushes Summer in the way, as Alia is right there with a clothesline on Summer, as she crashes to the mat. DSL then smirks, as she points to her head, as Augusta is right there to nail DSL from behind, as she sends DSL to the outside and to the floor, as Missy is seen pulling herself back together after the rake of the eyes. Missy then now on her feet, as Augusta is seen giving Missy, a strong powerslam, after she turned Missy around delivering a boot to the midsection.

Macklin: This match has become back and forth excitement!!

Askin: Yeah, what the hell!!!

[As Augusta is now seen heading to the outside, she then is wanting Alia to hurry up and make the tag. But as Alia is seen making the tag, out runs PussyCat to the ring. She then makes her way to the inside of the ring, grabbing Alia. Missy is seen being held back by DSL as the two are watching yet exiting the ring. As PussyCat lays a kiss on Alia and then BAM a chick kick to the side of the head!!

Askin: THE KISS OF DEATH ON ALIA....HOLY CRAP!!!

Macklin: Yeah that had to end it right there!!

[Teddy is seen calling for the bell, as Augusta is seen coming into the ring, but she too got a nice kick to the head from PussyCat!! Summer now coming to, then comes for PussyCat wondering what the hell had just happened. Pussy then smiles as she then quickly exits the ring, as Summer then grabs a hold of Alia for the clothesline, and nails her with with the Heat Advisory.

Macklin: The match is over!!! What the hell!!

Askins: Well what do you get for clotheslining the W2K Championess? DSL and Missy are seen now going through the gorilla curtains, as Summer is seen standing over a fallen Alia Star, and Augusta, as ????

Lombardi: Ladies and gentlemen, standing by with me at the moment is the self-proclaimed 'Real Impact Champion,' Drew Stevenson! Drew..

[ Drew gave Lombardi a nod of approval, as Lombardi continued.

Lombardi: Drew, we've heard that you're looking to reclaim the Impact Championship - a title that you have made numerous claims that belongs to you. How are you about to go at that?

Drew Stevenson: By doing whatever is neccessary. I don't care if I have to run through the entire W2K roster twice or three times over, the title is going to be coming back home.

Lombardi: Don't you think that's quite of a.. Bold statement?

[ Drew shook his head, keeping that cool and composed look on his face.

Drew Stevenson: Not really. Pound for pound, I'm the best technical wrestler in the W2K. Tsunami is on borrowed ti-

[ Drew cut himself off abruptly and turned his attention off of the camera and to the left. Even Lombardi seemed speechless as the camera pulled out to show standing there was JJ Cool J. The crowd was mixed for the most part, though it was a reception JJ had come to terms with over the years. As the two got locked in an epic staredown, Lombardi stood behind the two as JJ smirked and cocked his head back.

JJ Cool J: So you're the crybaby that's been bitchin and moaning about getting the Impact Title back, huh? Listen Stevenson, the people.. They don't like you. Me? I don't like you. You may have beat me before, but not this time around. See, while you're off crying to Vince Lombardi here..

[ Paul took the mili-second pause that JJ had slipped in to correct him.

Lombardi: Paul..

JJ Cool J: .. I'll be shoving, not pushing - My way back into the Impact Title racings. Whether you're the 'rightful' champ or not, that doesn't really seem to matter, now does it?

[ JJ paused, he had expected Drew to say something but Drew didn't bother. JJ shrugged his shoulders and chuckled lightly.

JJ Cool J: Now you can continue crying over what happend damn near a year ago. Have fun now, okay?

[ JJ stepped into Drew and slammed his shoulder into Drew's. Drew was forced back and was about to speak but JJ didn't bother to pay him any mind and continued to walk. Drew watched as JJ disappeared down the corridor, before he seemed to have been aggitated with JJ's actions and stepped off the scene too, but walking the direct opposite way. Lombardi looked from left to right, shrugged and stepped off the scene too, causing the camera to fade.

[ Fade back to ringside, as after a few moments of silences, we hear "Head for a Hole", and the crowd immediately boos...

Askin: "We should all know that music...."

Macklin: "The guy who used to sign our paychecks...'

[ Indeed, Jeremy McMillion walks out, arms at either side, raising up, and smiling, even as trash is thrown at him.... but he gets to the ring...

Macklin: "Alot of people, fans and wrestlers alike, don't wanna be watching this guy right now."

Askin: "He's here on a mission of peace, to congratulate his son..."

[ Jerm steps in the ring, and the fans fill it with trash and cups and whatever else they have...

Jerm: "Today is a great day for me. Today, I am PROUD of one o fmy children. So proud, I've decided to come down to San Antonio, the filthiest city in the world- and I mean gene pools, not city streets- and give him the respec tthat he deserves from eacha nd every one of you. So without further ado- let's bring out my son, my prodgeny, the apple of my eye, the chip off the old block- CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTIAN MICHHAAEEEEEELS!!!!!!!"

[ "Kryptonite" drums on, as Christian Michaels comes down weary of his own father....

Jerm: "There he is. The King of PWT. The God of Wrestling. The single greatest wrestler spanning MSN.... my boy."

[ CM enters the ring.

Macklin: "He's laying it on thick, isn't he?"

Askin: "Well, he WAS a wrestling promoter."

[ CM has a mic now.

CM: "Why don't you cut the crap, dad? I mean, we all KNOW why youre here, and it's not because I won the King of PWT, and it's not because I won the God of Wrestling. It's because MSN WA failed, and you want to crawl back into what you know and you want to use me to do it. You have an agenda, and it's got my name written all across it."

Jerm: "No! No!"

Macklin: "Christian is a smart guy, pinning the Jerm exactly for what he is."

Jerm: "That's not it at all, Chris. I've seen the light. I'm born again. You could say, I've turned to CHRISTIAN-anity. I see you as the guiding light for all of MSN, and I just want you to know... my beloved only son-"

CM: "... what about Simon?"

Jerm: "Si- oh. Right. My beloved only son, Chris... that I can see my true evil contorted humanity now. I can see how I hurt you and Amber and the other kid. I understand I wasn't there, but don't blame me! I didn't know how to be there for you. I could only watch an dhope beyond hope that you'd figure it out and find your own path to success, and boy, son, you did. You did."

CM: "D-"

Jerm: "AND- to celebrate, I want to let everyone know that I used my money for something good today. I woke up this morning, and I donated to a charity. A Christian charity. i think it had something to do with kids and things like that. Then i went out to eat for lunch, and I bought anyone who has a bill less than ten dollars their meal. Then I went to court and officially had my name changed to Jeremy.... MICHAELS!"

[ CM is almost floored.

Askin: "WHAT?! Who the hell would want people to know they're related to Christian?"

Macklin: "Indeed, a weird move for Jeremy Mc- uh, Michaels."

Jerm: "Because, I love you son. I love every little inch of ya. Infact, I put not only my name on th eline, but my career in MSN on the line for you. All for you."

CM: ".... what are you getting at?"

Jerm: "It''s no secret that Hamid Ismaili and I don't get along. But I sat down, a thousand miles away and had a civilized conversation with him over the phone. For you. And I pulled some strings. And I was able to convince him to make you number one contender for the Wrestling 2000 Championship!"

[GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!

Macklin: "WE HAVE A CONTENDER! IT IS MICHAELS! BAH GAWD, IVE TURNED INTO JIM ROSS!"

[ CM sighs deeply, slowly nodding his head, as the fans chant for him. CHRIS-TTIAN MIKE-ALLS! over and over and over... He turns away from Jerm, and mulls this over.

Jerm: "What do you say, Son? We put the past in the past? Where it belongs, and you take my hand- no, wait, we hug on it. Father and son. Son?"

[CM shrugs, as people tell him not to do it... but he turns around and goes to hug, and he and the Jerm embrace...... and, while hugging, Jerm lifts the mic and says...

Jerm: "Just make sure you win."

CM: "What?"

[The hug breaks.

Jerm: "Well, uh, Chris... it's part of the deal. You get number one contendership, and I told Ismaili that if you lost, I'd never step foot inside a W2K Arena again.... I mean, you've got to win. You will win. Ha, it's just DVD right? I mena, he probably wouldn't even show up."

CM: "I knew. I knew there was something to do with you at the bottom line. Thanks pops- for the title shot. But I gotta get go-"

[ "Deadly Game" comes up, as Kenny Justice walks out on stage and storms to the ring... He rolls in and takes the mic from the Jerm, who seems surprised, and even backs away, as KJ points right at CM.

KJ: "YOU? YOU just get a shot? You've got to be kidding. I've been busting my ass since day one to get somewhere here, and you just come in halfassed and get the damn title shot? I WON THE LADDER MATCH, people. I';m the XW and Impact Champions rolled into one! And you... you get handed everything... pfft."

CM: "You know what, you're right. I don't have a match tonight so uh, how about you put your money where your mouth is, and gamble a bit yourself? I'll gladly put my title shot on the line versus you, if it'll shut you up."

[KJ grins uncontrollably, but recollects himself.

KJ: "Alright... when should we do it... next pay per view? Next week? in the next... five seconds?!"

[With that, KJ spins and smashes CM in the brow with the mic, making him fall back into the ropes and on his butt... Jerm bails, grabbing his hair at the catastrophe before him...

Macklin: "Jeremy Michaels' future in W2K my be snuffed out by.. Kenny Justice?!"

[ KJ takes CM by the hair, and wrenches him over to the corner, and chops... WOOO! And again WOOO! Then he faints a chop again, but stops, and flips off the crowd- BOOOO! He then whips CM across the ring- Cm reverses it, and sends KJ to the turnbuckle- CM follows and Jumps high for a big knee to the chest- but KJ dives out of the way and Cm hits his head on the ringpost! Cm hangs on the top turnbuckle, and KJ rips him off, spinning him for a cover- ONE! TWO! NO!!! CM kicks out, as the crowd cheers.., and Jerm almost has a heart attack...

Askin: "Yeah, drive that dick into an early grave!"

[ CM is pulled up and scooped- and slides behind, the two hits to the head have slowed him down but he still manages a waist lock, and tosses KJ out onto the apron. CM gets a running startt, and KJ goes for a back body to fling CM out of the ring, but CM sees it coming and slides between KJ's legs, ending up on the outside and pulling his feet off- KJ's head hits the apron and he bounces back to the rails... CM spins an dlaunches a boot to the face that clips KJ in the face!! KJ's head rolls, and CM pries him up... sending him back into the ring... Kj rolls in, and grabs the mic again, as CM follows... CM goes to pick him up and when he does, KJ nails him between the eyes, and CM falls back. KJ goes to the ropes for the "All In", but as he gets his ballance, CM pops up from instinct, and kicks the top rope... KJ straddles, screaming for his balls, as CM hits the "Just Like That" from there, and rolls KJ- ONE! TWO! THREE! "Kryptonite" by Three Doors Down blasts, as Jemr greets his son with praise, as CM pushes him out of the way to head backstage....

Macklin: "And now, Christian has retained his right, I guess atleast in my eyes, to face David Van Dam in the near future for the W2K Championship!!!

Askin: "Thanks to daddy, huh?"

[Backstage we see The Slaxors sitting around on the top of a cafeteria table drinking some soda and chit chatting about whatever.

Bob: Yeah, that’s why E = MC Square.

PJ: Only square I see is you.

Bob: That isn’t very nice. SPLAT!!

[Bob gets a piece of pizza dropped on top of his head, and PJ almost dies from laughter, until a bowl of soup gets tossed on top of his head. Somehow, it lands perfectly still right side up and doesn’t spill.

PJ: What’s on my head? A chicken leg zooms into the scene knocking the soup down onto PJ.

Bob: Hot soup, sucker.

PJ: What in the world!?

[We can hear two familiar voices laughing as the camera pans over and we see The Caz standing there eating pizza and laughing their asses off. The crowd pops for the returning Casualties.

Rave: Nice aim Adam.

Adam: Thank you Rave.

Rave: These losers.

Adam: Trying to take our spot as comedy champions of the universe.

Rave: PPPFFFFTTTTTT!!!!

Adam: And people say we suck.

Rave: We used to run with JT Kash.

Adam: I was tag team champions with Ryan Cain.

Rave: That reminds me I’m mad at you.

Adam: No you’re not, in an unexplained turn of events we’re still best friends.

Rave: Righteous!

PJ and Bob look at each other confused as the Caz just steal their promo time.

Rave: Anytime you ladies get the courage.

Adam: Step into the ring with the best tag team this Galaxy has ever seen!

Rave: Just not right now, we have to bring Lucas his old man diapers or JT will get angry.

Adam: Yeah, but any other time, we’ll stomp you losers into the ground!

[The Caz do some strange pose involving weird facial expressions before they turns around and leave the scene. The camera zooms in on Bob and PJ before fading for a commercial.- and we see James Tsunami just as we fade.....

[Backstage, Chanel looks frustrated, stomping out of a locker room, with Tyna in tow.

Tyna: "Chanel! Listen, I just think you should take a look around and see how she's got all the spotlight. YOu should get some for you, you know?"

Chanel: "Sometimes, it's not always about that-"

Voice: "Of course it is. Of course, I'm all bout the spotlight myself...."

[They turn to see Pussycat.

Pussycat: "Tyna, Tyna... tsk tsk. I figured you'd of turned and ran like Alia-"

Tyna: "Alia's a bit busy at the moment, but I can take a message while whuppin' your ass."

Pussycat: "Mm, everyone wants some Pussy..."

Tyna: "Since Alia can't accept your challenge, and so you can't just walk outta this Arena like you own it tonight, how about you slide that Challenge onto me? Unless of course, you're as fake as that haircoloring."

Pussycat: "Hmm. Okay....... for the sake of ridding the world of one more dense diva... you're on."

Macklin: "What we've just seen- may spell the end of Johnny legend's XW Title reign. Not to mention, we've seen matches made for later tonight, including Tyna Hilton's in ring debut for Season X, against Pussycat."

Askin: "I could say so much about... Pussycat, but I better let it go."

Macklin: "Yeah or we'll be kicked off MSN again. But we also have Synergy versus Abrams and Tanner. Not to mention the big tornado tag match, with WallStreet, Jimmy Stryker, David Van Dam and Matlock."

Askin: "Yeah, yeah and Dangerously's carrying around both titles, and we saw at PWT's pay per view, the rosters getting into it and I don't think PWT'll let it slide. I have a bad feeling."

Macklin: "I know what yo-HEY!"

[Ace Hart and Scott balze are walking down- to no music, as they rip off the headsets of the two commentators. We can't hear whats's going on, but Ace slaps Macklin, and Blaze tosses Askin's water into the crowd. They put on the headsets as Askin and Macklin seem diposed!

Hart: "Yeah, get out of here, you stupid maggots."

Blaze: "Why do I hear a voice in my ear?"

Hart: "Ignore it. It's production, but the two producing right now are Ace Hart and Scott Blaze."

Blaze: "Yeah... and we get to call the best match of the night. The two best guys in W2K, versus to slack jawed crapped out wanna bes W2K found out back and gave ten bucks to wrestle."

Hart: "The Freaks?"

Blaze: "I heard they work for grass, if you know what I mean."

Hart: "The Slackers or whoever, they're gonna get a rude awakening tonight. Just like James sunami does every single week."

Blaze: "Let's get through these filler matches. I don't see how Askin and Macklin can stand this job, I'm bored already."

[RAGE comes back from commercial and James Tsunami and Curtis Shaw both stand in the ring on either side from another. The referee finishes checking both men down and signals for the bell, starting the match]

Blaze: Oh, this should be a 'REAL treat'.....

Hart: Yeah well......theres gotta be SOME filler matches in the show bro

Blaze: How bout a bra and panties match? Never hurts to have some hot women in their underwear running around

Hart: Thats true

[James and Curtis move around in a circle for a minute, before finally they both move in slowly. James goes to grapple with Curtis but instead ends up being knocked down to the mat with a surprising clothesline, bringing the fans to their feet with boos. Its ignored obviously as Curtis picks James back up to his feet, holding him up for a moment before whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a spinebuster. He quickly pins, but James gets an arm at 1.]

Blaze: What an idiot

Hart: Which one?

Blaze: Uhhh.....the black one, what was his name again?

Hart: Does it matter?

Blaze: Not in the slightest

[Curtis picks James back up once again, whipping him back into the ropes and bending down for a back body drop, but instead James is able to stop himself and sends Curtis to the ground, slaming Shaws face into his knee, much like Triple H would do. Curtis slowly gets to his feet and is immediatly met with a left hand, knocking him back to a knee. Again he gets to his feet and again, James is there with a shot, sending him right back down. Curtis tries to get back to his feet once again and this time, is planted right back into the canvas with a quick DDT from Tsunami. James covers quickly for the pin but, just like Curtis before him, only gets a 1 count.]

Blaze: *Yawn* this match isnt over yet?

Hart: Unfortunatly not

Blaze: What the hell is taking so long? I would have beaten both of these guys three times by now

[James picks Curtis back up to his feet, only to send him right back to the mat quickly with a stalling brainbuster, letting all the blood rush towards Curtis' head before the impact. Scott and Ace stay quiet at the commentator table, obviously not having much to say about this, as James goes for another pin attempt. 1...2.........Curtis gets a shoulder up and the fans are none too happy.]

Blaze: Damn it! I thought it was over!

Hart: Your actually cheering for Tsunami?

Blaze: I'm cheering for whoever ends this match the quickest, if that happens to be one of us, then I'm cheering for us

[Tsunami, also quite irritating by being unable to keep Curtis down, picks his opponent back up yet again, only to be met with a thumb to the eye and a quick running neckbreaker from Curtis, taking the Impact Champion down. Curtis is quick to get back to his feet and immediatly mounts James and begins to lace him with vicious rights and lefts.]

Hart: You see how hes sitting on James right now?

Blaze: Yup

Both: Ghey.

[The referee forces Curtis to break it up, threating him with disqualification and finally, Shaw comes back to his feet, bringing James with him and whipping him into the corner. Curtis follows in quickly, slamming James in the head with a hard elbow, dropping the champ to the mat. Curtis brings James back to his feet once again, whipping him into the opposite corner, this time following in, but finds no body home as James moves out of the way at the last second, and drops Curtis with a neckbreaker, mirroring Curtis' from earlier.]

Blaze: What the hell are they doing? Playing simon says in there?

Hart: Huh?

Blaze: One of em does a neckbreaker, the other does a neckbreaker, one tries to pin, the other tries to pin.....this is getting REALLY fuckin old.

[Speaking of pinning, James tries to pin once again, but is shoved off quickly after a quick 2 count by Curtis, who comes back to his feet rather quickly now. The two men meet up in the middle of the ring, exchanging blows left and right before finally, Curtis misses a shot and finds himself atop James' shoulders. Without waiting even half a second, James goes into an airplane spin before finishing Curtis off with 'The Storm Of The Century', a diamond cutter for those not in the know. James quickly covers for the pin and the referee hits the mat, slapping the canvas three times and ringing the bell.]

"Here is your winner by pinfall, the Impact Champion.....JAMES TSUNAMI!"

Blaze: FINALLY! Thank God that is over......I dont think I could have stayed awake very much longer and........who the hell is that?

[James is celebrating his win, unaware that behind him a man very familiar to the impact championship, James McKnight, is waiting. James has his signature trenchcoat and sunglasses on as he waits for the champion to turn around. The booing of the fans grows louder and Tsunami becomes confused before finally he turns around, he too finding himself atop someones shoulders, before being slammed right into the mat with the 'Dead Stop'! McKnight moves for the fallen Impact Championship, picking it up and staring at it silently.]

Hart: Fuckin hell not him again....

Blaze: Who the hell is this joker?

Hart: James McKnight......he THINKS hes the Impact Champion....

Blaze: Heh, sounds like you....

Hart: No, I AM the impact champion, or, should be......be right back bro...

[Ace, having seen enough of this, gets out of his chair, taking the head set off and quickly moving for the ring. McKnight sees this and grins as he takes a step back from the ropes, inviting Ace into the ring. Hart quickly pulls himself onto the apron, ducking through the ropes and quickly moving up into James' face, yelling at him, pointing at the belt and pointing to himself. James shakes his head, putting his hands up in a calming fashion, and looks down at the belt once again, putting his arm out and seemingly handing it to Ace. The men dont stop staring at one another, or at least Ace doesnt stop staring at McKnight, everyone is unaware of where James is looking thanks to the glasses. Finally, Ace slowly reaches, taking hold of the belt, which is probably the stupidest thing he could do, because without a seconds hesitation, James lurches forward, grabbing Ace and dropping him, just like Tsunami, to the mat with the 'Dead Stop' manuveur! James holds the belt up in the air once again before finally deciding it best to get out of the ring as he sees Scott Blaze quickly moving for the ring. McKnight slips out of the ring, just as Blaze gets in, and begins to back up the ramp, a grin on his face as Scott shouts from the front ropes, staring back at his fallen friend, and then back at McKnight once again, who still has a cocky grin on his face, as RAGE cuts to a commercial.]

Blaze: "I'd of done it better. We'll be right back, I have some producer bitching in my ear."

[Backstage, DC and John Carny.

DC: "I just don't see how you're such a good agent sometimes. Don't get me wrong, John, I love your work. But I thought I was working a tag match and all the sudden I'm put in singles. I mean, what the heck? I trained for the wrong thing. That's ten sick children I could have visited."

John: "Damien, I know, I uh, read the paper wrong."

DC: "There's something you can't read wrong."

[ DC turns Carny around to see the newest W2K signee, Serenity.

John: "Yabba dabba bowwow...."

DC: "Close your gaped jaw, John. You're gonna drool on me, and I just bought these shoes."

[Serenity makes her way over to them, and gives DC a roll of the eyes.

Serenity: "Hello, poserboy. Have you seen Johnny Legend?"

DC: "Aren't legends usually verbal folktales? Therefore I couldn't see a Johnny legend, but I could hear one."

Serenity: "No, not an actual Legend, just some guy with a severe inferiority complex."

John: "I have one of those. Talk to me. My number is-"

DC: "Shhh... Hello, I'm Damien Collins, and you are the light that just birghten my day."

John: "Oh, that was goooooood. Hi, I'm John Carny, and I want in your pants.'

[Serenity sighs. Then she cocks her hand back and slaps the taste outta John's mouth- he reels around. She walks off.

DC: "Oh, man, she's interested in you."

John: "You think so?"

DC: "Hell no. But me, most likely."

John: ".... damn."

[teh slaxorz are in the ring, as Ace and Blaze are still sitting at the commentating table.

Blaze: "I think it's our turn."

Ace: "Oh, yeah, it's them."

Blaze: "If by 'them' you mean the two biggest wastes on the roster, then you're right. It's time to take out the trash."

[They stand up as they take the wireless headsets, and climb up the ring.

Ace: "Two tiny men against massive MSN Superstars."

Blaze: "Look at how, you could say are the next tag team Champions just make these two look like backyarders."

Ace: "Indeed. The Paragon and Blaze just make'em look like first graders in a high school gym class."

[The bell rings, as Ace stands out to the side, and Blaze heads in first.

Ace: "Oh, and Bob pocket is pointing at the great, the awesome, the most kick ass.... Ace Hart."

Blaze: "But, does he see the slap coming at his face-"

[Blaze slaps Bob to get him back on track, and Bob shakes his head eradically... and Blaze gives him a boot, and then a second kick to the gut, and then a double axe.

Ace: "A double axe? C'mon, Blaze."

[Blaze wraps him around for a DDT, but Bob sweeps his legs out from under him with his arms, and leg drops Blaze into the breadbasket... Blaze reoil and races up but Bob gets him in an arm drag, and a second, and then a jump onto Blaze's shoulders, a knee to the gut, and goes for a DDT- but Blaze shoves him off....

Ace: "Blaze, ya got more baggage then my ex girlfriend right now."

[Bob flops onto his back, and Blaze grabs his legs, Bob pulls him in then pushes him back into the ropes, and rolls up going for a spear, but Blaze catches him and wraps up a double underhook, and drops Bob onto his knee- Bob pops up and gets a lariat, rolling after and hitting the ropes, coming back with a cross body- Blaze catches him and goes for a fall-a-way-but takes a second too long and Bob puts a knee to the side of Blaze's head... Blaze's head rolls, and Bob gets to his feet and plants him with a DDT....

Ace: "Ouch..... maybe you should train more, Scott."

[Bob doesn't go for the pin, instead, and careens into Ace, knocking him off the apron, and pissing Ace off as the headset comes off.... Bob hops over the top and crashes into Ace- who tries to catch him but doesn't have his footing, and PJ comes in and stalks Blaze, hitting a second DDT.... Blaze is laid out, and PJ goes for the cover- ONE! TWO! NO!! Blaze kicks... on the outside, Ace and Bob have come to blows, and one has to wonder why Bob is so after Ace.... they trade off as Bob reels from the much bigger and much stronger Ace, backing up to the apron, and being wung into the railing. Ace picks up the headset.

Ace: "This piece of crap has a deathwish. And I'm gonna grant it-"

[Ace barrels for Bob, who ducks under and back drops him- Ace flips and lands back first on the guard rail- before he can slide off, Bob hits a guillotine, crashing ace to the floor of the arena. Back inside, Blaze grabs PJ, gives him a chop, and, for the hell of it, a rake to the eyes when the ref is checking outside. He goes for the "Simply Glorious", but as he has him set up, Bob slides back into the ring and on the other side grabs Blaze, and teh slaxorz do a double STO to counter... Blaze is down, and PJ makes the cover- ONE! TWO! NO! !! Blaze kicks, and rolls to his feet, hitting a double clothesline that connects...Blaze picks one off, PJ, and tosses him over the ropes... as Bob gets the set up for the Dynamic Driver- but Bob slides behind, goes for a waist lock, but Blaze low blows with a mule kick, Bob jumps up and doubles over, and Blaze hits a running bulldog... Bob sprawls, and is rolled over- ONE! TWO! NO!! Bob shoots a shoulder up, But Blaze pops up and drives a knee into his head, and again, and again, as Bob reels from every blow, and another pin attempt- ONE! TWO! NO!!! Bob shoots a shoulder up, and Ace is up in the back, putting on the headset.

Ace: "Save some for me, I'm gonna break that little bas-"

[He's sliding in the ring, and as he does, PJ baseball slide sinto his feet, tripping him up as he crashes into Blaze... Blaze reachesover, and grabs the headset, and rolls to the outside.

Blaze: "Maybe now I can sit out while YOU do all the work."

[Ace looks at Blaze, shaking his head, and turns- Bob kicks and brings him up for a stsalling brainbuster- but Ace shifts his weight and comes back down, kneeing Bob, and setting up for the "Paragon"... PJ runs and cross bodies Ace away and hooks the leg- ONE! TWO! NO!

Blaze: "It's not easy batting off two mosquitos all damn day, is it, Ace?"

[ Ace kicks, and goes to his feet, but Bob and PJ each take an arm, and slink him for a double suplex, and both rolls and cover- ONE! TWO! NO! Ace throws them off, and gets to his feet, as one goes to turn him he drops to a knee aftet a spinand uppercuts PJ in the stomach- PJ stumbles off, gasping for air, and he swings at Bob, who slings him up onto his shoulders for the Airplae spin, and hits "Storm of the Century"

Blaze: "What th-'

[Blaze blasts into the ring and goes for Bob whos going for a pin and rips him off Ace, and smashes him with a forearm, zand puts him in the corner, ripping the mask off-

Blaze: "JAMES TSUNAMI!"

[PJ grabs Blaze from behind into a neckbreaker... as James runs across the ring to the ropes for an Asai, hitting Ace- ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings- as James and PJ take Bob's mask, who'll surely need it....

"Indeed, interviews are beginning in just a few moments. W2K let me hire out a room in the arena to hold it�?Yes, Bryan. Everything’s in hand."

[ The Scene slowly opens in a small room.. We see a large black chair, facing away from us, so we don’t know who’s sat in it. In front of that chair is a desk, then a steel chair. It’s a simple scene, damnit. ]

"I’m your agent�?I’ll find you the BEST man for the job."

[ There’s a knock at the door�?]

"COME IN!"

[ The door swings open, and in walks local independent talent; HellRazer. A rather psychotic looking ‘big man�?�?He sits down on the chair, and looks horrified as the big black chair swings round�?seeing a suited Monkey sat in it. The Monkey has a cell phone in one hand, with Sunglasses perched on top of his head�?‘he�?was Bryan Williams agent. ]

Agent: "UHH!"

HellRazer: "�?Uh�?You’re Williams�?agent?"

Agent: "Hell yes, I am. I’d ask you your name, but it’d be worthless.. It’s already a ‘no�?"

[ HellRazor’s still shocked about whats infront of his eyes to truly care about the interview itself. ]

Agent: "You’d make a good �?5 Year old Stonecold�?impersonator. That’s when Austin has had far too much beer and is essentially a fat, old man. I’m here to hold serious interviews. "

HellRazor: "Uh�?

[ HellRazor gets out his chair, somewhat disillusioned. He walks out the room without uttering another word. Straight away, Nuckin Futts strolls in and sits down�?the Monkey takes one look at him, and slaps his forehead comically. ]

Agent: "Oh God. Am I holding interviews in a Zoo? Or in a Wrestling institution?"

[ Nuckin scratches his head. ]

Agent: "Please, throw me a fricken�?banana here. You look like a waster. Some old biker. You should be working behind a bar, not in a wrestling ring. The answer’s no."

[ Nuckin slams a fist down on the desk, expressing his anger and frightening the life out of the Agent, making his tiny ‘Monkey Sunglasses�?fall of. ]

Agent: "Temper, Temper."

[ Next to walk in is Livewire.com�?He sits down, and grins. ]

Livewire: "Ha, a Monkey."

Agent: "Ohhh you think I’M a joke do you? You’re not too hot yourself. Bryan William’s is a top, top wrestler�?He deserves a tag partner at the top of his game. He’s looking for a King Kong, not a Marcel the fricken�?Monkey."

[Suddenly, Bob Pocket walks in�?]

Bob Pocket: "Duuuude it’s a Monkey. That’s pretty cool."

Agent: "Are you looking for a Tag team partner?"

Bob Pocket: "Sure�?

"BOB!"

[ PJ Curtis jogs in. ]

PJ Curtis: "I’m your tag partner, remember."

Bob Pocket: "Dude, you’re right."

[ PJ stares at the Monkey behind the desk.. and no, we’re not talking about Livewire.com ]

PJ Curtis: "Man, I knew it."

Agent: "What are you to babbling on about?!"

PJ Curtis: "Well you’re holding auditions for a Planet of the Apes sequel aren’t you?"

Bob Pocket: "I didn’t really like the remake, man."

Livewire: "Am I gonna be this guys tag partner or what?"

Bob Pocket: "Dude I’ve already got one."

Livewire: "Not you!"

Agent: "NO! Get out, all of you."

[ Livewire walks out. Bob smiles pleasantly, pulling something out his pocket. ]

Bob Pocket: "Hey little man, you like Hersheys?"

PJ Curtis: "Monkeys�?don’t like chocolate, Bob."

Bob Pocket: "They like the cookies and cream type."

[ Bob slowly moves a bar of Hersheys across the desk. ]

PJ Curtis: "Dude they HATE the stuff!"

Bob Pocket: "What do they like, then?"

PJ Curtis: "Monkey, what do you like?"

Agent: "�?Peace and quiet?.... and bananas."

[ Bob and PJ go for a high five ]

PJ Curtis: "We’ll go get you a banana then! See you later, little man!"

[ PJ and Bob ‘bounce�?out the room happily. The door slams shut�?Bryan’s agent slowly grabs the bar of Hershey’s left on the desk�?]

Agent: "B*tches."

[ He spins away on his chair, as the scene fades to black. Random!!1!! ]

[Pussycat went at Tyna with everything she had, taking advantage of the hardcore streetfight rules as she "strangled" Tyna with a cable cord that she had found.

Blaze: "We're joining this match in progress, because well, it's one of ALia's friends and basically I don't care."

[She pressed down on Tyna's back with her foot, causing her to struggle for air as she gathered up her strength and with a couple of elbows to Pussycat's side, Tyna came back with whipping the cord against Pussycat's face, leaving a mark as the other woman tried to take Tyna down with a spear, but came up with just the concrete floor. Tyna, taking advantage, looked over to the left side of the room, as the two women had fought up the ramp and into the backstage area and out stepped Alia, the woman that Pussycat just missed the chance to take on on Rage. Alia smiled at Tyna as the two women looked down on the ohter woman, holding her stomach after a swift kick to it by Tyna; as everything was legal the two women double teamed, hitting Pussycat and taking her down to the floor again with a DDT. Alia, had had enough and left, leaving Tyna leaning over Pussycat as she grabbed something out from behind her and had a smile on her face as she kicked Pussycat, still on the ground, over and over, rolling her down the hallway.

Blaze: "See, why can't hardcore matches keep it in the ring? Without the ring, it's not really even a wrestling match anymore. It becomes a brawl or a fight, and if I wanted to see one of those, I'd go to my local High School."

Ace: "Look on the bright side, it's two hot women, I mean hey."

[Pussycat, standing up, blocked an attempted punch to the face with one of her own, sending Tyna flying back as the two women fought back through where they had come as the reached the curtains. There was a brief struggle, the curtains flying as Tyna came flying through them as Pussycat came after her, lifting her up and ramming her head into the ramp. Tyna lifted her leg, kicking Pussycat and knocking her down quickly before climbing on her and repeatedly punching her as she banged her head against the ramp. Taking a breath, Tyna grabbed Pussycat and slammed her head into the steel steps, busting her open, but as she went to do it again, she got catapulted into the steel post on the outside of the ring, busting her open as well. With blood everywhere, Pussycat, out of desperation hit Tyna with a roundhouse kick as the ref counted, but she only got a two count. Pissed off at the blood smearing over her pretty face, Pussycat kicked Tyna while she was down; lifting her up, pulling some of her hair out, Pussycat led Tyna around the ring and threw her over the barriade as the two women duked it out, Tyna gaining the upper hand by raking her eyes and hitting her with a bitch slap that sounded throughout the arena. Pussycat held her cheek as she went to hit Tyna, but a hand stopped her as Alia came back out again and she two women proceeded double team again.

Blaze: "There she is. A chick you actually had relations with."

Ace: "I've had relations with every piece of tail that's ever walked into the arena."

Blaze: "I think you're thinking of Dangerously again. That dumb man whore. I bet he has to use topical cremas everyday just to keep his manhood together."

[Alia left as quickly as she came, allowing Tyna to sneak and roll up, but only getting a two count for it; a fan, sitting in a steel chair got up as Tyna, quickly thinking grabbed it, but she swung it as Pussycat ducked it. Smiling, thinking she had gotten the best of Tyna quickly turned around as Tyna held up the chair. Pussycat fell to her knees, begging for her not to hit her, Tyna looked like for a moment that she was going to put it down, but as Pussycat breathed a sigh of relief...BAM! Tyna hit Pussycat with the chair, then laid it out, grabbing her and stickign her head between her legs, signaling for the Exorcism, 1...2...3!

Blaze: "LUCKILY for Tyna, this was hardcore rules. If I wa sreffing, I'd still dump Alia out on a street corner though, just for good measure.

Blaze: "There's your hero."

Ace: "Can't a man be proud of his son?"

Blaze: "There's being proud of your son, and then there's having a montoge of his pictures in your bathroom. Trust me, it's not the same."

Ace: "You know, you could hurt alot of peoples' feeling siwht the words you choose to use."

Blaze: "Go get a therapist so they can make you feel good about being a psycho."

[NED and XAW are in the ring, as Tanner and Abrams pick Tanner through rock paper scissors. XAW starts off for Synergy.

Blaze: "Why Dangerously relies on that drunk unreliable piece of dung is anyone's guess, but I suppose I'll take a gander. He's stupid."

[XAW goes for Tanner, but he side steps and goes for the ropes and comes back with a running knee lift- XAW is knokced back, and Tanner goes to grapple- but XAW punches him in the nose, and then the stomach, and then the jaw, and Tanner reels backw ith every one-- XAW goes for his clothesline from Hell, but Tanner ducks it and kicks the lowe rback of XAW, putting him down on his knees, and going for a lower Blockbuster- it hits and XAW shoots up.... as Tanner comes back- from the ropes and goes for a cross body- ONE! TWO! NO! NED comes in and stomps him, prompting Abrams to come in with a Lou thesz that NED catches and pancakes him down.

Ace: "I taught him that."

Blaze: "Probably why he almost botched it."

[XAW's up and drags Tanner up in a slam and nails it, going for a knee, but Tanner sits up and XAW hits canvas... Tanner smashes a haymaker as XAW stands, and goes for a front face DDT- but XAW slaps his ears, and Tanner stumbles off... he turns, into a kick, and a gut wrench, and XAW dumps him out of the ring. He turns, and Abrams comes at him with a clothesline, but XAW stops it with a punch to the face.

Blaze: "This isn't even wrestling."

[XAW lites a cig, and takes a drag.

Blaze: "YOU CANT SMOKE WHEN YOURE A WRESTLER!! What about your cardio- Argh, I give up."

[Abrams, the alpha stud, comes at him again, ducking a swing and sliding under XAW, endhing up behind, and pushes him into the ropes and back for a Sunset flip- ONE! TWO! NO! Abrams shoots up!

Ace: "Haha, that ass Xandy just burned him with the cig."

Blaze: "WHY ISNT THE REF CALLING FOR THE BELL?! WHO RUNS THIS PLACE?"

[XAW comes up and does the "Legend Killer", rocking Abrams, and stops as Abrams sways in place. XAW looks at Ace, dead on, and shakes his head as he does the "X-Ecutioner", dropping him like a bad habit, and pinning- ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings, as "Tear Away" blasts.

Blaze: "dsfhj;lsjfdskdf ;lkdsjds THATS A TAG MATCH?"

Ace: "Calm down."

[XAW takes another drag of the cig, and stares at Ace.

Ace: "He better wait his damn turn... I have Impact destiny."

Blaze: "Someone's not waiting- MJ Storm is apparently thinking anyone cares."

[MJ indeed has come into the ring as NED and XAW are in there, from the crowd, and he has something in his hand. NED turns, and is SMASHED with it...

Ace: "That;s the Million Dollar belt."

Blaze: "No, it's not, it's a replica, you can't have the-"

Ace: "God, just shut up and watch the damn show."

[NED doubles back and is laid out, as MJ laughs, not realizing that XAW is looking right at him- and BLINDSPOT! as MJ is canned like some sardines, XAW looks down at him and shakes his head.

Ace: "If we were good commentators, we'd talk abou thow Dangerman won the PWT title last night and forced MJ to hand it to him like a litttle bitch."

Blaze: "Meh."

[MJ twitches, and the belt is laying, as XAW realizes it's made of all diamonds. As the ICWA/PWT Champion rocks and gets up, he looks at MJ, and grins. XAW's more fascinated with the very expensive belt in his grasp right now. NED goes for MJ, but, as he does, out comes the Green Ranger......

Blaze: "Oh my god. I quit. I really f***ing quit."

Ace: "See you later, we'll go out for pizza."

Blaze: "F*** that, and f*** this place."

[Blaze walks off, but as he does, he's attacked by Javen.... and he goes to fight him off.

Ace: "Should have just stayed at the table."

[Out comes Geargia James..... and she piles into the ring, and kicks the million dollar belt up from XAW's hands and into his face, then goes for NED with a spear.... Synergy is left there alone at half strength, as MJ is back up, wiping away the tears, and goes for a boot on NED.... XAW is sitting in the corner dazed... as the ones coming out now are.... Johnny Legend and David Van dam- meeting Javen and Green ranger on the outside, but then they'r eblidsided by AKmed.... and out comes Whysper, into the ring as it's a PWT beatdown on W2K....

Ace: "Maybe I should do something."

[Ace gets some tea and sip its.

Ace: "Ahhhhh."

[Then out comes Cross, Ryan cain, and Christian Michaels, and they follow into the ring as everyone else has, and Blaze vrawls back to the table.

Blaze: "F*** THIS... WHERE IS SECURITY?!"

[Everyone's trading blows back and forth, back and forth, and W2K's still being overpowered as Lazerus and Summer Stratus come in for PWT... then david Johnson comes out with some FWA guys....

Ace: "Alright. Time to save the day."

Blaze: "BUT WE'RE HEELS, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!"

[Ace drags Blaze into the ring, and Askin and Macklin sneak back to the table. Heh heh.

Macklin: "Pay no attention to the last hour folks."

Askin: "But Blaze is right, where the hell is security? It's dead even in there."

Macklin: "Yeah, I know, neither side has the upper hand as I'm seeing people that much bet from PWT because hell, I've never seen'em before."

Askin: "Like that one guy and that other guy?"

Macklin: "Indeed-"

PA: "You wanna be a superstar, huh?.... HELLS YEAH, just like you-"

[The crowd erupts as WallStreet comes out (bandaged due to the burns he suffered from DSL) and raises his arm.

Askin: "I hate to say it but I bet Hamid is happy to see him right now...."

[Wally slide sinto the ring after putting on some burn ointment, and goes for... JOHNNY LEGEND! AND DVD!"

Macklin: "Crap- he's siding with P-"

[Wally nails them and helps toss them over as PWT gets a stornger precense in the ring- Synergy has found each other and began to work together, but NED gets trampled, as PWT guys throw out all the other W2K guys, ending with XAW and CM.... and everyone stands tall.... DVD and JL tryto put on a big show, yelling and screaming at the PWT/FWA guys... NED's surrounded by them.... as he stands up and turns, he's realized that the natives are hostile...his eyes get wide and he spins and spins- and oh man...... he's screwed.... is he's been surrounded by others like howling dogs.... NED gets anxious...

Macklin: "SOMEONE DO SOME-"

Askin: Shh... let's just enjoy this for a minute--"

[DJ kicks NEd and goes for the KORE- and that causes PWT/FWA attacks and NED is being torn apart.... He tries to fight some of them off but come on, thats not even possible, as a few PWTers straggle to keep people out of the ring, using chairs.... Another reverse domino effect, as out of nowhere, someone comes from the crowd and heads into the ring- he drops Damien Collins, and then Whypser.... he turns, kicks, and nails Mat Matlock with a

Macklin: "PRODIGAL DROP?!"

Askin: "Jacob Mitchell has just come ba-"

[This riles the rest of W2K, starting with Cross, to get back itno the ring and take what's theirs. They fly in and start picking off the PWTers and it's like one big battle royal.. NED gets some space and stands, and Jake kicks him and nails him with the Prodigal Drop, too.... looking down and smiling, with a shrug. NED's out, and Synergy finds him, pulling him out and grabbing his titles as they make their way out... Wally nails JL with the Stock Market Crash, and then finds Kutter, and gets him back for the GORE weeks ago, and walks back, into JIMMY STRYKER...

Askin: "They'r eon different sides tonight, they thought they had a tag match but-"

Hamid: "STOP! STOP THIS!"

Macklin: "I don't think anyone's listening right now..."

Hamid: "I'm warning you! All of you! Stop!"

[No one does, and all the suden, he pulls something from his sportscoat, and raises it. Fire comes form it, as a gunshot rings through the arena, stopping everyone dead. Silence, everyone is quiet and freezes, from the crowd, to Macklin and Askin, to the wrestlers themselves.... until, almost a minute later...

Blaze: "Who the F*** fires a gun in a wrestling arena?"

Hamid: "All of you... phua! You want to try and richochet W2K's destiny at being the top.... well, I have an idea. I have a great idea. Since this little brawl ran us over our TV Time, how about we continue this little thing next week? Since most of you are contracted to both W2K and PWT, i'm going to make alittle match..... A six man set for next week. A W2K versus PWT and FWA match..... I only hope that Caiden has the balls to accept. You see... It will be my Champion David Van dam leading the team of Cross and Jacob Mitchell... versus MJ Storm.... versus David Johnson.... versus anyone that Caiden and Brooks can deicde on. And if they can't deicde on anyone, then I suppose MJ and DJ have a huge uphill battle, now don't they. As you were."

[No one does anything, Jake and Cross look at MJ and DJ, and DVDlooks alittle huffy.

Hamid: "I SAID AS YOU WERE!"

[Again he raise sthe gun and a shot rings, and everyone jumps and starts blasting each other again...

Macklin: "Another HUUGE main event next week-"

Askin: "And we shall see, we shall see..."

Macklin: "Loyalties tested... people falling all over, who will fight for who? WHO DOES W2K TRUST?!?!"

Askin: "I don't even know anymore! Jimmy Stryker and WallStreet on oppisite sides, it's like the Civil War...

Macklin: "Will Christina be loyal to PWT? to W2K? Or to Synergy?! What are Jacob Mitchell's motives? And why does Cross smell like rotten tuna? All these questions and more... we gotta answer them next week... goodbye!"

[Fade.....

"Uhhh�?

[ That’s the first thing we hear as the scene opens on Johnny Legend almost ‘collapsing�?through the locker room door through a mixture of annoyance and tiredness. Legend rubs his forehead for a moment, sighing. ]

"What’re you doin�?here?"

[ Johnny looks up very suddenly, spotting Serenity standing by a Locker, amongst a row of lockers that are attached to the wall of the room. Johnny stands back. ]

Johnny Legend: "You really are one desperate b**ch aren’t you? Rummaging through my locker room."

Serenity: "Get you’re head out your ass, Johnny. This is the women’s locker room."

[ Johnny raises a brow, he doesn’t believe her because she’s a DEVIL WOMAN, DAMNIT! Johnny strolls over to a small coffee table to one side of the room, picking up a magazine that was laying on it. ]

Johnny Legend: "Vogue?...... Did I buy this?"

[ Legend rubs his chin, frowning a little as he thinks. Serenity slams her locker door shut violently, grabbing Johnny’s attention. ]

Serenity: "Get OUT, Johnny. This is the women’s locker room."

Johnny Legend: "Where’s the lingerie? Wears the delicate panties strewn about the floor?"

Serenity: "Uh.. the things you come up with, Johnny. Really�?

Johnny Legend: "Hey, a good bedtime story helps me get my beauty sleep. Now I realise that you may be standing in this very room just to see me�?And, well. I’m glad�?Because, Serenity�?After everything we’ve been through for... almost a YEAR, even. I have to ask, for both our sakes..."

[ Johnny strolls up to Serenity�?Moving his hand toward hers. ]

Johnny Legend: "Fancy catching a movie? Or we can go to dinner.. and�?talk about how amazingly attractive I am. The choice is honestly yours."

Serenity: "Ew."

Johnny Legend: "Don’t toy with me, Serenity. I’ve seen those hungry eyes, before."

[ Serenity moves her hand, and SLAMS it across Johnny’s face for a vicious Slap. Johnny staggers, all ‘spaghetti leg�?as he collapses to the floor of the locker room. ]

Serenity: "Next time we see each other, Johnny. It’ll be on MY terms.. and y’know, it could be next week�?When your title’s on the line�?

[ Serenity cackles like a evil (yet sexy) queen, right in Johnny’s face. Serenity strolls out the locker room, pleased with herself. Legend looks crestfallen�?His title belt will be on the line all of RAGE #114�?and it looks like his reign will be in terrible jeopardy.... as we fade out and the closing credits roll. ]

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