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#120
Card Subject to Change

Hot on the heels of New Year's Resolutions' fourth installment PPV, what will the aftermath of the blow out on Sunday's PPV?

Find out on RAGE #120!

Match 1
Singles / Womens' Non Title
Rorie Steel
vs
Alia Starr
A rematch from Resolutions! Unfortunately, Rorie doesn't get the title on the line in this one, so you can bet she'll have something to prove!

Match 2
Singles / No Special
Taylor Hamilton w/Brandon Marks
vs
Cross
Rankings match... and, because Cross smited Hamid's helping hand, Hamid has punished Cross by sending him back down to the bottom of the card. You can bet though, that Cross will most likely not want to waste time there long before exacting revenge on one Johnny Legend...

Match 3
Singles / The Power Struggle
FTN
vs
Killa B
This match may seem unimportant, but only at face value. Under the surface, Jake Mitchell is represented by Killa B, and Drew Stevenson is represented by Felix Theodore Newman. The winner of the matvch gains their charge the pick of the stipulations for the "ICWA" Title match- as Hamid Ismaili lets this go, he wants some bearing on what happens.

Match 4
Singles / No Special
Seph
vs
Brent Garrison
Rankings match...

Match 5
Singles / No Special
Scott Blaze
vs
Bobbie Jay
Rankings match...

In-Ring Appearance
Singles / No Special
The Texan Connection
NED will answer the question on everyone's minds: Why, Neddy, why?, as Johnny Legend will also have the floor. Sef and Pyxii are both expected to have isuues on their mind to air out... and could possibly, a 'leader in the shadows' show himself?

Match 6
Singles / No Special
Serenity
vs
Pyxii DeWolfe
With the Texan Connection at full strength, Hamid's hands seem alittle tied. However, in one moment of revenge and knowing what these two women mean to the founding fathers of the TX, Hamid believes he can create a 'chink in the armour', so to speak..

Match 7
Singles / Impact-Non Title
Dante Cross
vs
Tony Rich
Rankings match...

Main Event
Six Man Tag / No Special
Nic E Dangerously + Sef Kinsley + Johnny Legend
vs
Christian Othniel + Scott Addams + Darren Smith
With the addition of Legend to the Texan Connection, NED has a small army at his disposal and the first targets in their sites are the "new generation" that interferred in his Championship Match at Resolutions... and, although Hamid is furious at Legend, he seems to be "under protection" at the moment... could this be because of the Texan Connection... or because of.. the Jerm?

Seph wins the match after a short fight with little resistance. He wins with a parquor nation.

These two met in a Resolutions Rematch, this time with the championess title not on the line, much to Rories disappointment. The match got under way quickly when Rorie clotheslined Alia into the mat, mounting her almost immediatly pounding away at the champion. It was clear that there is no love lost between these two women. The match went back and forth quite often, both woman fighting for the win, Alia fighting simply for bragging rights while Rorie realized that a win over the champion would all but ensure her another chance at the Championess title. There was a near fall when Rorie missed a shooting star leg drop, and Alia covered her opponent, but Rorie was able to get a shoulder up at the last second. The end was thought to be at hand when Alia picked the still dazed Rorie back up to her feet, hooking her into a position for 'The Starr'. It wasnt to be however, as Rorie managed to free herself, sending Alia to the mat with a back body drop. Rorie would then move into the closest turnbuckle, and as Alia stood back to her feet, Rorie downed her once more with a vicious spear! Rorie quickly covered the champion and hooked the leg as the referee jumped down. 1....2....3. Rories hand was raised in victory this time as she tied the score at 1 and 1. Archetype hit the speaker system and Rorie made her way to the back area as RAGE went to a commercial.

RAGE #120
Bobbie Jay out-done by Darren again!

BJ: "OHHHHHHHHHHH MAAAA�?NIGGA!!"

Bobbie Jay bursts into the locker room to once again find Darren Smith finishing changing into his full wrestling attire. Smith, with only one boot tied, suddenly wants to opt out, not wanting another uncomfortable conversation with BJ... However he’s stopped by good news!

BJ: "This boy has got him a wrestlin�?match... T’NITE BITCH!!... RIGHT HERE ON RAGEEEE MUTHA�?FUCKA�?!!"

Smith smiles...

Darren Smith: "Nice man."

Smith still wants to get out.. But BJ plants a hand on his chest, stopping him.

BJ: "Homie ya’ll dressed UP... ya’ll got a match too?"

Smith takes a deep breath...

Darren Smith: "Yeah... in the Main Event."

.... Oh dear God.

BJ: ".... IN THE WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL MUTHA�?FUCKA�?!!!.... ONE NIGGA GETS A BREAK WHILST A MUTHA FUCKIN G�?LIKE MYSELF GETS SCOTT MUTHA�?FUCKA�?BLAZE?!?!"

Smith shrugs...

BJ: "YA’LL HAVE TO BE FUCKIN�?SHITTIN�?ME BITCH?!?... NO?.... TELL A NIGGA�?THE TRUTH!"

Darren Smith: "Sorry man, that’s the truth..."

Bobbie Jay turns round and storms out the locker room, ranting..

BJ: "IF I WAS A MUTHA�?FUCKIN�?WHITE MAN I BEEE�?GUARAN-FUCKIN-TEED A MAIN EVENT!!"

Fade.

RAGE #120
Singles Match
FTN vs Killa B

FTN vs. Killa B was filled with comedy spots and several near falls, which actually saw the W2K crowd get behind both of these long time W2K employees with back and forth chants cheering on both men. They at one point had a series of reversals and near pin falls then a chain wrestling series of submissions and counters. These guys showed they can wrestle with the best of them, as long as the best of them aren’t better than them. At the end FTN went for an Angle Slam but Killa B slipped down his back and waited on FTN to turn around where he would then land THE PRODIGAL DROP as a tribute to his homeboy Jake. Killa made the cover and got the 1...2...3. After the match Killa notices Jake and Drew talking smack in each other’s faces so he takes this opportunity to steal the title belt for Blaze.

RAGE #120
Singles Match
Cross vs. Taylor Hamilton

This match started out just like any other Cross match. The crowd erupted as soon as “due to the graphic nature of this content…listener discretion…is advised.�?/FONT> was heard. Cross wasted no time marching out to the ring where he was met by Taylor Hamilton coming off the top rope trying to get the early advantage only to be caught and Gargoyle Suplexed across the ring. After this Cross threw Taylor around with a series of suplexes and various slams. At one point he power bombed Taylor in the same spot repeatedly after a fan antagonized the big man to put the smaller competitor THROUGH the canvas. Taylor was left rolling around holding his back in agony as the big man ripped him up from the mat by the hair and grabbed him by the throat where he would throw Taylor with a sort of a choke slam into the corner. Taylor leaned up against the turnbuckles dazed and out of it as Cross would turn around only to side step a spear by one JOHNNY LEGEND! Johnny missed Cross and speared Taylor in then corner as the referee called for the bell and actually DQ’d Cross! Cross ran after Legend, but the slick adversary would dive out of the ring and run off through the crowd leaving Cross madder than a bull seeing red in the ring. Taylor Hamilton stumbled out of the corner on spaghetti legs as Cross kicked him in the gut and delivered the EDGECRUSHER. Cross stood up putting one foot on Taylor’s chest and then threatened the referee to make a three count whether it meant anything or not. The crowd counted along as Edgecrusher by Fear Factory began to play again.

RAGE #120
BACKSTAGE

Hamid's office.. That seems to be the setting. A pretty festive season has come about and its not even far from over yet. We could see the sole 'authority figure' in Hamid Ismaili sitting behind his desk working through whatever paperwork may be apparent. Catching his attention was his door being opened which left off a bit of a creek -- Just enough to alert someone. Looking up Ismaili saw standing in his doorway was The Prodigal Son and from the sound of things; The fans were quick to throw the hate on him. The loathing that erupted from the crowd echoed all the way to the back and caused that million dollar smirk to cross Jake's face. Luckily for him, that didn't phase him and instead of paying any mind he continued his path into the office. Ismaili wrapped up whatever signatures he was setting down and looked up with a half-hearted grin to welcome Jake into his office.

Hamid: What can I do for you Jacob?

Jacob: I think its about time we sat down and had a discussion regarding my contract.

Hamid: Well.. What exactly did you have in mind?

One thing Hamid failed to do from the start was take control of the situation. You can't give Jake an inch - He'll take a mile.

Jacob: Seeing as you're wanting me to sign an exclusive contract for the W2K.. There's a few things that I need to know I'm going to get. For starters, I'm not gonna take the second-class treatment. You know as well as I do that my name causes riots alone, so you can't play hardball there. I'm not asking for millions of dollars.. I'm not even asking for thousands of dollars. Money is no object to me.. I think I've got more in my wallet now than the entire salary cap for the W2K.

Brushing his beard, Hamid seemed intrigued by Jake's 'opening wants.' It wasn't everyday that he dealt with someone that wasn't interested in money. Money seemed to be the root of all in this business.. But that was never an issue with The Prodigal Son. He was a guy that always had his pocket full of $20s.

Hamid: Then what are you wanting?

Leaning forward while cocking his head back a bit -- That sly, witty smirk crossed Jake's face again as he held his arms out lightly and shrugged.

Jacob: What everyone that came back to the W2K has been asking for. That one thing that I've been cheated out of time.. And time again.

Hamid: A W2K Title shot?

Another smirk and very light nod confirmed Hamid's assumption.

Jacob: You got that right.

Hamid: I can't just hand out title shots that's not what I'm about. The W2K is more than just another quick rise to fame promotion that makes its dollars promoting low-term talent with huge sized egos, Jacob. The W2K has a rich history much like that of my people.

Jake made a face.. He wasn't interested in a history lesson from Hamid. He graduated from High School and knew all of that about the Middle-Eastern people.

Jacob: I didn't want to do this Hamid.. But you're forcing my hand. I'm not here to play kid games with you. My time is valueable and.. Well, I'm not wasting it here trying to work out a..

Cue quotation fingers.

Jacob: 'Fair compromise..'

End'em.

Jacob: With you. You asked me what I wanted and I told you.. But you seem to have a problem understanding where I'm coming from. So.. Because you want to up the ante and change the game from regulation to streetball rules.. I've thought ahead and reached out to a third-party. I didn't just talk to someone that was looking to get paid, I talked to someone with a total disgust not for you, for your people and for what you represent, but a person that's.. Probably a bit more of a hardass than I am. Hamid.. Meet my agent.. The man that'll be conducting and handleing all negotiatons with you regarding my contract.. One, Loren Gabriel.

Stepping into the doorway sporting a pretty snazzy suit was a taller.. Pretty tanned guy pushing 40 but looked no older than a day over 35 in Loren Gabriel. He had his medium length brownish black hair pulled behind his ears and from the look on his stubbled filled face -- He was just that of what Jake made him out to be. Of course he flashed a 'You're gonna lose' type of smile which was complimented on dimples on each side of his face that got him nearly every woman he's ever encountered. In his right hand he clutched a stainless steel briefcase which probably held all information regarding Jake's contractual wants and whatnot. Moving towards the desk, he first shook Jake's hand and nodded at him before changing his attention off to Hamid who could only look on. Loren's face.. The expression he proudly wore was mocking Hamid, almost telling him that he couldn't do anything besides agree.. Because, well.. Loren believed that Americans were always right and that was that. Placing the briefcase up on the desk infront of him, Loren's eyes moved over towards the three slots before him built into the breifcase. Changing the sliding slots to the appropriate numbers, the briefcase snapped lightly before opened up.

Loren: Listen here Abdul-

Hamid: -Hamid.

Loren: Al-Jazeera.. Whatever, I'm not here to toy with you and make it seem like its okay to give Jake the shaft. This kid is talented and he'll make you money. But because you wanna play hardball, you made him think outside the box and now you've got me to deal with.

If you thought Jake had a cocky smirk -- You're gonna hate Loren's. Keeping that smirk on for a few, Jake pushed himself up and chuckled lightly.

Jacob: I think I'll leave you two alone seeing as you've got some.. Demands to fill, Hamid. The longer you want to play, the longer W2K is gonna suffer. I'm only part of this place part-time getting paid per apperance, remember that. I have no legal-bind saying I gotta show up or wrestling everytime the W2K decides to have a show. I suggest you agree with what me and Loren came up with as far as getting me to sign an exclusive contract go. The faster you agree -- The faster W2K retakes its rightful place at the top. The ball is in your court now -- Are you gonna watch it roll past you or are you gonna pick it up and play? Its all up to you.

On that note, Jake shrugged before tapping the left side of his temple at Hamid. Moving out of the office, Loren kicked himself back in his chair and placed his feet up on Hamid's desk.

Loren: Lets make this fast Ali, I've got places to go and people to see.

That brought forth a sigh from Hamid as he was stuck between a rock and a hardplace. He infact wanted to get the exclusive rights to Jake's contract, but he was never one to want to give handouts rather than make someone work for whatever it is that they're asking for. This could definitely get interesting so make sure you keep tuned to RAGE to see whatelse could break from this situation.. Or just from the W2K in general.

RAGE #120
Johnny Legend took out who!?

Backstage we hear a commotion as we open up to see Johnny Legend stomping a bloody and unconscious Hamid Ismaili into the ground. Johnny’s yelling down at him before he looks up and freaks.

Johnny: CRAP!

Johnny bolts off running as Cross darts into the scene reaching out within arms length of Johnny, but just as soon as he finally gets him security jumps in between them.

Cross: GET OUT OF MY WAY!!

Cross knocks a few security guards out and launches one into a wall as Legend is now long gone.Cross stops the assault and kneels down looking at Hamid then off in the direction Johnny Legend came when behind Cross the dog Hernandez comes rolling through the scene on a skateboard.

Cross: What…the hell? HERNY!!

Cross gets up and goes off after the dog as we switch back to ringside.

Joey: Oh my god…Hamid was just taken out of commission by Johnny Legend!

Trunks: Do you think what Mr. McMillion said at the open of the show had anything to do with this attack?

RAGE #120
Texan Connection

The rumbling of "King Nothing" rolls across the PA, as the fans boo, giving the thumbs down.

Joey Kewl: "One week ago, this man won the W2K Championship for the eighth time in his career."

Trunks Kenni: Thats right, by hook or by crook he won it, did exactly what he had to do in order to win it, and all thes fans are just mad because they wanted him to go out there and kill himself for them."

Onstage walks the W2K Champion, Nic E Dangerously, the High Risk Champion, Sef, Johnny Legend, and Pyxii, holding both Tag titles of the Texan Connection. NED leads the way, as he steps up into the ring followed by his brethern, and is handed a mic. They scan the arena, waiting for the boos to stop, which, for a while they don't. NED smiles.

Nic E Dangerously: "Love me, hate me, you can't deny that I got the job done. When all this began Cross and I went back and forth,a rguing over who's house this would be this season- he said it'd be his house and I said it'd be my house."

NED pauses, and looks around.

Nic E Dangerously: "And now that Cross is Dee-Quing himself against a could of sugar addicted muffin bakers... I think we can safely say this is Dangerously's house."

More boo's, with a "WHY NEDDY WHY" chant. NED nods, and shrugs.

Nic E Dangerously: "Why, Neddy, Why, they ask, and I shall answer. Why not? You- each and every one of you sitting down in the audience today, and everyone watching at home, all know that I can back up every single word that I say. I say I'm the best, then I am the best. It's been proven time and time again. So really, why prove it again? Why go all out and waste my body and well being for a match that ultimately would have turned out in myf avor anyway, why delay the inevitable? I was serious when I said I've waited three years for what's rightfully mine. When I lost Resolutions 2, losing the title to Damien Collins, that was the beginning of the end of my career. And many people would have sunk lower and lower and lower, and finally buried themselves. But something caught me as I sunk, caught me as I drifted into oblivion, and pulled me back up. You see. You can take away my belt. You can take away my home. But you can never take away... MY PRIDE."

NED stops, as he lets it sink in.

Joey Kewl: "What's prideful about what he's done?"

Nic E Dangerously: "I may not be well liked backstage. I may not have some witty sexual induendo every other sentence like Cross, and hell, maybe the fans hate me. But now, there's no one left in W2K, no one else who 'defines' W2K like me that I haven't handed their ass to them. There's no one elft to stop me from being the Fr-"

PA: "FRAN-FRAN-FRANCHISE."

NED freezes. "96 Quite Bitter Beings" blasts over the arena as the crowd comes to it's feet.

Joey Kewl: "OH MY GOD."

Trunks Kenni: "What the hell is he doing here?"

Joey Kewl: "RYAN CAIN! RYAN CAIN!"

Ryan Cain rips from out of the curtain, and the crowd goes nuts, absolutely nuts.

Nic E Dangerously: "-anchise..."

NED's lips tighten and curl downward. Ryan Cain grins to all his admirers, as he lets loose towards the ring, clapping the hands over everyone withing reach on either side. NED looks from his direction to JL's, to Sef's, to Pyxii's. Ryan Cain rolls into the ring.

Nic E Dangerously: "Ryan Cain. Let me be the first to welcome you back."

Crowd: "WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!"

NED rolls his eyes.

Nic E Dangerously: "After all I was just running down a list of fan favorites that I totally and utterly destroyed. Christian Michaels? Remember how the crowd oh so loved him? He's in PWT now, being whipped by Rhya's pube hairs because he's such a weak, shaken little man after he screwed with me. JT Kash? Remember how the fans loved him? He rocks himself to sleep at night, telling himself over and over that Dangerously will not kill him... that everything will be okay... so I'm assuming, with the timing of your grand return, that you want to somehow join this list?"

That big grin on his face - the one he wears when he knows he’s a part of something really big - makes its usual presence known as Ryan pulls a microphone out of his back pocket. As he leans slightly forward, Ryan extends his free hand to Dangerously.

Ryan: Hi, I’m Ryan Cain, reigning Franchise of Wrestling 2000... who are you exactly?

NED sneers at Ryan as he stares into the lenses of his sunglasses. Ryan keeps that same grin on his face as his gaze doesn’t shy away from Nic for even a moment�?until he realizes his offered handshake is going to be left untaken. Ryan laughs a bit, wiping his hand off on his shirt as he turns his back to Dangerously and his cronies, leaving himself open to�?pretty much anything.

Ryan: I’m kidding, of course. How could I not know you, really? I mean, come on, you’re Nic E. Dangerously. You’re the Paradigm. You’re the “man who can,�?right? You’re the former multiple-time Franchise.

Ryan’s grin turns to more of a smirk with that shot at NED’s pride.

Ryan: And apparently you’re a felon, as well.

Joey Kewl: Felon?

Trunks Kenni: How far *did* he go for the Title?

Nic crosses his arms over his chest as he tilts his head back with a smug look, seemingly aware of what Ryan’s talking about. Ryan starts to turn back around now to face the entire Texan Connection again. Seeing the look on Dangerously’s face, Ryan scoffs slightly.

Ryan: Yeah, I’m sure you’re real proud of yourself, Nic. I mean, here I am in a W2K Ring for the first time in a few�?/FONT>

He checks his watch.

Ryan: �?calendar years�?so I guess you did what your boss wanted you to do. That’s something you’ve always been good at, Nic. Doing what you’re told, I mean. I started wondering a few days ago, around the time I realized you were behind the whole thing, if you’ve ever done anything on your own.

Joey Kewl: Behind what whole thing?

Ryan: I mean, obviously�?/FONT>

Ryan lifts his hand toward the entire group.

Ryan: �?obviously, you didn’t win that Title on your own. Obviously it wasn’t your idea to bait me into rejoining the W2K Roster. And obviously, you’ve never accomplished�?much of anything without some outside help, have you, Nic?

Dangerously takes a breath and starts to lift his microphone.

Ryan: Whoa, slow down, bro. You’ve had plenty of time to run your mouth since W2K hit the airwaves again�?be courteous and don’t interrupt me here.

Reaching up, Ryan removes his sunglasses and drops them to the canvas.

Ryan: You see, Nic�?when I got home that night�?and realized CJ was gone�?I’ll be honest, I had no idea where she was or who had done it.

Trunks Kenni: This guy’s vagueness is getting on my nerves.

Ryan: Let me explain�?/FONT>

Trunks Kenni: Please.

Ryan: �?as I’m sure pretty much all of you know�?I’ve spent the last good while of my career getting screwed in a place called the Fans�?Wrestling Alliance. It’s been�?a dark time in my life, but I recently found a reason to get the hell out of there. I got home from a show one night�?and found my house broken into�?and my kid sister�?gone. I wasn’t exactly happy about that, as I’m sure a lot of people can understand. She’d come to me because the situation she was living in had pretty much fallen apart, and I was supposed to take care of her. I intentionally made sure no one with any ties to professional wrestling knew anything about her�?but, of course, some idiot found out and decided to tell the world. You might know him�?Mr. Scarie?

The entire arena is filled with boos.

Ryan: Yeah, I figured. Anyway, I got home that night, and rather than my sister, I found a little note in her place.

Reaching into his pocket, Ryan pulls out several pieces of paper and unfolds them, looking down at the one on top.

Ryan: I’ll spare you the bulk of it, but in summation, it’s the typical “if you want to see her again, you’ll do what I say�?crap. It was pretty much what I expected when I picked it up for the first time. What I didn’t expect was to be led on a freaking long-ass drawn-out scavenger hunt. I mean, come on, what are we? Thirteen? It was ridiculous. I was following a treasure map printed on riddles.

He clears his throat.

Ryan: “I can be rusty, I can be clean. When driven through the thumping essence, I kill any being. What am I?�?/FONT>

Nic’s smirk returns as Johnny Legend pats him on the shoulder.

Ryan: Answer: Heart nail. It took me a while to figure that out�?and even after I did, I really didn’t understand until a good while later. The answer to the riddle was the password to an email account I found�?in the same letter.

He holds it up to draw attention to it.

Ryan: And in the inbox of that account was one message: the next clue. This was a pattern I became quickly familiar with. That clue led me to another�?and that one to another�?and that one to still another. You drew it out to as many steps as your little brain could dream up, didn’t you, Nic? It didn’t take long for me to really get sick of it�?but it’s not like I could just stop, right?

Again, Ryan scoffs.

Ryan: The clown shoes were a nice touch. That’s about the time it all started to click. “Heart nail”�?Hartnell. Y2K�?W2K. The clean, brand new, crisp money�?it was all so clever, really.

He starts pacing back and forth now, as he tends to do when he gets excited.

Ryan: To cut this little tale short, for those who haven’t figured it out, the clues ultimately led me here�?they led me to two tickets to RAGE #120.

The fans erupt with excitement here.

Ryan: I hopped on a plane and I flew down here from Defiance, Ohio�?I came to the W2K Arena�?and I found Jeremy McMillion waiting for me with a ballpoint pen and a very familiar document, a copy of which I happen to have right here.

He lets most of the pieces of paper in his hand drop to the canvas, save a few that are stapled together.

Ryan: He told me that all I had to do was sign the contract�?all I had to do was, once again, become a W2K competitor�?and CJ would be returned to me. So what do you think I did, Nic? Given, it was all really sadistic and manipulative - and trust me, despite the calm demeanor you’re seeing right now, my real raw emotion will come out as soon as I finish beating around this bush and building up the anticipation - but what do you think I did?

Ryan stops pacing, holding the contract up at eyelevel between the two of them.

Ryan: I did the only thing I could do, Nic. When family’s involved, I can’t worry about the potential lawsuit a bogus company like the FWA is gonna file against me. I can’t worry about some leech like William Rodney Mercy continuing that talk about me ducking him. I did the *only* thing I could do. I signed the focking contract�?and I became a member of the W2K “family�?all over again.

Joey Kewl: RYAN CAIN IS BACK IN W2K!

Trunks Kenni: All thanks to Nic E. Dangerously, apparently.

Joey Kewl: Thanks?!? He’s a kidnapper!

Trunks Kenni: Pish posh.

Ryan: To be completely honest, I was kinda surprised when CJ was immediately returned to me. For a split second the thought ran through my head that maybe the Jerm had found some integrity somewhere along the line�?but then I remembered he had just gotten an ignorant muscle-bound brute - that’s you, Nic - to kidnap my sister to get me back on his payroll. So getting to the point, Nic�?I’d like to take this time to congratulate you on a job well done. Your boss gave you an assignment�?he pulled your little puppet strings�?and you did exactly what he told you to do. Just like you always do. But there are a couple things I don’t think you counted on.

He takes an abrupt step forward and the Texan Connection starts to step forward, but Nic gestures them back when he sees Ryan extending the copy of his contract toward him.

Ryan: Easy, boys.

Nic takes the document and Ryan steps back.

Ryan: Why don’t you just look through that for me, Nic? Let me know what stands out to you. Because something definitely stood out to me. I guess, for my troubles - you know, the whole�?kidnapped relative thing - I guess Jerm decided to give me a little�?bonus.

Dangerously’s eyes suddenly shoot wide open and Sef, looking over Nic’s shoulder, lets his jaw drop to his chest.

Ryan: Have you ever seen that amount of money in your life? A little bird told me that number’s quite a bit higher than the one on your contract, eh, Nic? I mean, after all I went through�?I think I deserve it, don’t you?

Nic’s fist tightens around the contract, crumpling the bottom half.

Ryan: You’re damn right I do. You remember that raw emotion I mentioned earlier? Here it ****ing comes.

All of a sudden, a flaming intensity can be seen in Ryan’s eyes.

Ryan: You kidnapped my sister, Nic. The first person I ever cared about�?you took her away from me, Nic. Our dad lost his job�?and her mother DIED�?I was supposed to take care of her�?and YOU�?/FONT>

He points his finger in Dangerously’s face.

Ryan: �?took her�?*away* *from* *me*�?*NIC*!

The veins are popping out of Ryan’s forehead now.

Ryan: Who the **** do you think you are?!? You came into my house�?and you kidnapped a sixteen-year-old girl�?and you don’t think you have anything coming your way in return? Think again, you piece of ****! It’s been long enough, Dangerously. Our names have been at the forefront of this circuit- of this BUSINESS for too long�?and it’s time for our paths to cross. I never�?I *never* had my shot at the W2K Championship�?and I know you always had something to do with it. But you said it yourself, Nic. There’s no one around here for you to defend against. There’s no one you haven’t already beaten. There’s no one�?except Ryan FOCKin Cain!

The crowd is going INSANE!

Ryan: You don’t have a choice this time, Nic! You don’t have a choice! You can’t avoid it anymore! I’m not going to stand here like some guy over in FWA and say you’ve been ducking me, but you sure as HELL haven’t ever stepped the hell up!

He’s pacing again.

Ryan: We were always this close, Nic�?we were always right on the edge of a war�?but the line was never crossed. There was never a right time. But this time�?this time, right here, right now�?this time it’s the only line you have. There aren’t any other options, Nic. All the talk has been about the “dream match�?between Ryan Cain and William Rodney Mercy�?but everyone knows if one major match *has* to happen, it’s you and me. It’s Nic E. Dangerously and Ryan Cain.

He stops�?and looks Nic dead in the eye.

Ryan: And it’s for the W2K Championship.

The noise level increases *dramatically*!

Joey Kewl: The roof is going to come off!

Ryan: I hope it was worth it, Nic. I hope you enjoyed knowing that I was distraught in the search for my sister. I hope it was worth losing your Championship to a focking clown shoe. That’s what I am, right, Nic? We’ll see, you piece of garbage. We’ll ****ing see. And as for your silly-ass Texan Connection�?they might not be as useful to you this time. I happen to have a certain pissed-off badass on my side. He’s around six-feet, eight-inches tall�?covered in tattoos�?should’ve ripped your head off not too long ago. You know who I’m talking about, right? In fact, he asked me to deliver a message to Johnny Legend.

THWAP!!! Legend is FLOORED by a Zero Superkick! The rest of the group lunges at Ryan, but he’s already out of the ring and walking backwards up the ramp as �?6 Quite Bitter Beings�?rocks the house. He points at Dangerously, mouthing a lot of angry words as he gestures that the belt will soon be around his waist. Ryan spits in their direction�?before turning his back and walking out of the arena, through the curtain, while the crowd absolutely refuses to come down from its level of bone-rattling noise.

Bink: "Ladies and Gentlemen... the following match is for one fall!!... Currently in the ring, from New York, U-S-A... Weighing 243lbssssssssss!!... Bobbiieeeeeeeeee JAYYY!!"

BJ rubs his hands together, crouching very slightly and staring right at the entrance way. "Stronger" by Kanye West hits the PA System.. and as the arena fills with boo’s, two men stroll out from the back and literally roll out a short red carpet down the rampway. Seconds later, out steps Scott Blaze, donning shades.

Bink: "And his opponent!! From Toronto, Canada... Weighing 250lbssssss!!... SCOTT... BLAZEEEEEE!!"

Scott Blaze climbs into the ring and BJ is going ballistic in the ring, can’t a black man catch a break? Livid that Blaze gets a red carpet... Bobbie Jay immediately starts DELIVIERING THOSE RIGHT HANDS! BJ continues his high impact offense, nailing a Samoan Drop after a momentum raising Irish Whip on Blaze. BJ looked to be in control, starting to show the dominant wrestling style he has in his arsenal, however a Dropkick is cleverly dodged by Scott Blaze. BJ’s attempt to regain the advantage falls short as Blaze gives him a wicked punt to the mid section.

Blaze, slightly heavier, begins to show his power, nailing triple vertical suplex’s with style. A pin attempt is foiled as BJ gets his shoulder up two seconds in, Blaze doesn’t throw a hissy fit yet though. He continues the offence, and with class as he delivers a painful Double Arm DDT, slamming BJ face first on the canvas. Blaze continues the onslaught with angry stomps to the back of BJ’s neck, and now the crowd are getting a little frustrated, trying too ‘gee�?up BJ in an attempt to stop Blaze claiming his first win since W2K’s reincarnation.

It begins to work, after landing in the turnbuckle, BJ managed to dodge an oncoming running back elbow smash from Blaze. Scott’s elbow nails the turnbuckle, this allows BJ to get some quick offence in using his forearms. BJ catches Blaze with a standing Dropkick, knocking him back into the corner before Blaze falls forward into a small package pin, with lasts for only two seconds. As both men get to their feet, BJ stuns Blaze with quick right hands to the face. Again high impact moves give BJ the advantage but as he grabs Blaze for a quick Northern Light Suplex, Blaze manages a desperate, but powerful knee into BJ’s gut... Grabbing Jay forcefully, and nailing his ‘Dynamic Driver�? Blaze gets the 1-2-3.

Bink: "Yourrrr winnnerrrrr!!... SCOTT... BLAAAZEEE!!!"

RAGE #120
Blaze gets his belt back?

After a flawless performance Scott Blaze stands in the ring with the microphone.

Blaze: Now that I've defeated yet ANOTHER flawed wrestler, it's about time I started getting more respect around here. BRING IT OUT NOW!

On cue some people come out from behind the curtains rolling a red carpet down the aisle as Killa B comes walking out obviously hiding something under his shirt looking paranoid as hell. He's also wearing a ski mask.

Trunks: What's that guy doing?

Joey: Well we alls aw him steal the belt from Jacob Mitchell earlier, he's probably worried about getting his face rearranged for the double cross.

Killa rolls into the ring.

Blaze: Get that ridiculous thing off your head!

Killa takes it off and pulls a mic out from his pocket.

Killa B: Yo nigga I got yo belt.

Killa pulls it out from under his shirt and slaps it to Blaze's chest. Scott just smacks his forehead.

Blaze: MORON! THIS IS THE ICWA TITLE!!!

Crowd laughs

Killa B: Well...Sheet dog. My bad? But hey a titles a title right?

Blaze: No. A title isn't a title!

Killa B: But...your belt isn't even a real one right? So...I don't know fuck it home boy I got you a belt!

Blaze: This belt is worthless! What the Hell is anybody gonna do with this thing?

Killa B: Back home, momma used to use garbage like that to keep the table from rockin when we's eatin.

Blaze: Get out, get out now.

Joey: Funny how Blaze would rather have a title with no meaning than a title of a real company.

Trunks: Well...it is just the ICWA title.

RAGE #120
Dante taunts JL

We open on Dante moving swiftly through the hallway, ready to go toward the stage as his match is up soon. He steps into a large room that stands between him at the ‘black curtain�?.. as is stopped by the sight of Johnny Legend. Looking like he’s been swallowing his pride. Legend catches Dante giving him a look.. and sneers...

Johnny Legend: "What you lookin�?at?.. Huh?"

Legend stops, and so does Dante, who grins...

Dante: "How’s your chin?"

Legend blows off the remark..

Johnny Legend: "Maybe if I knew you’re name i'd have the inclination to answer your dumb-ass question..."

Dante shakes his head.

Dante: "Oh you know my name Legend. I’m sure of that. I’m just glad that the likes of Ryan Cain and Cross are around too shut you up... and don’t worry, if they should miss out... Im waiting."

Legend smirks.

Johnny Legend: "You, huh?... Waiting to ‘shut me up�? yeah? Great..."

Legend tries to get out the situation, just wanting to prepare for his Main Event now... Dante watches him skulk off.

Dante: "Watch yourself Johnny Legend... I can knock you right off that high horse."

Dante grins, as Legend doesn’t reply, leaving the scene. A shake of the head, and the scene fades out.

RAGE #120
Singles Match
Dante vs. Tony Rich

Dante and Tony Rich kick off with a standard elbow-and-collar tie up... easily won by Dante who has a significant weight advantage here. Dante continues with a heavy beat down on Tony Rich, before nailing a flurry of Snap Suplexes. Dante continues the assault after whipping Rich into the ropes, and catching him with a high rise Flapjack, causing a real stir from the crowd.

After a couple of failed pin attempts, Tony Rich remains in this match but hasn’t seen much of any offense yet. The opportunity arises as Dante is too ‘comfortable�?when dragging Rich too his feet. A knee too the gut and a Side Russian Leg Sweep see’s Tony give himself an avenue back into the match. Rich stands back, waiting for Dante to get up on his own steam. When Dante does, an Enziguri attempt goes horribly wrong as Dante catches the first kick and then kicks Rich up in the back of the thigh. After landing on his back, Rich receives another stomp to the inside of his thigh. Dante follows up by bouncing off the ropes and nailing a Front Flip on Rich’s gut.

Dante is well a truly in control, but even after a clean Spike DDT, Rich still manages to kick out of a pin and show his resilience. Dante tries to finish him off with a Shining Wizard, but is dodged, and gets caught up in the ropes... Rich drags Dante up too his feet, but can’t dominate, as they go back and forth with big right hands. Eventually this ‘boxing�?contest is won by Dante, who forces Rich too spin round... Dante grabs his neck from behind and locks in the "DOA" finisher for a submission victory.

Bink: "Yourrrr winnnerrrrr!!... DANTEEEE!!!"

A match that pit two women in the same stable against each other.....well, sort of. The significant others of both Nic E Dangerously and Sef Kinsley, the Texan Connection, went at it in this match tooth and nail. In the end though it would be Serenity that would walk away with the V for victory on this night. These two women put on something of a clinic, wrestling for a good while, showing a very strong competitive spirit, neither woman willing to let up for even a second when given the advantage. The ending was not but a hair away for Pyxii at one point during the match when she climbed to the top rope and hit an impressive swanton bomb on her opponent. However it was fatigue that kept the match going. Pyxii was unable to cover Serenity right away and when she finally did, Serenity had a shoulder up after two. Both competitors would get back to their feet and exchange blows, before the technical style showed up yet again. Serenity came close at one point as well, dropping Pyxii with one of her signature moves, 'Destiny' but Pyxii was able to get a shoulder up and the match continued. Just when the match was beginning to look as if it was going to go on forever, Serenity set Pyxii up for, and connected with, her finishing move, 'Chaotic'. That was all she wrote, as the referee smacked the mat once, twice, thrice and rang the bell, declaring Serenity the winner. 'Drama Queen' hit on the speakers once again and Serenitys arm was raised as RAGE went to a commercial, leaving fans wondering how W2K would top such a competitive bout.

NED: "Woah... Look at you?"

That was Nic's first reaction as he saw Serenity slightly limping toward him backstage... Se shakes her head, a winner tonight but not really feeling like one as both ladies really went at it in that match.

Serenity: "Yeah... Dead fuckin leg, probably bruised too.... Damnit."

NED: "Atleast you won, let's what's important."

Dangerously smirks.

"I heard the second-placed prize is a night with yours truly.... so it can't be that bad, huh?"

That was Kinsley, walking round the corner of the hallway with his arm round Pyxii who looked as pissed off as Serenity does. Both couples look at each other... The boys just grin, whilst the ladies can barely look at each other. Pyxii's got a bad bruise on her cheekbone...

Pyxii: "Thanks for that by the way"

Serenity flutters her eye lashes sarcastically.

Serenity: "No problem sweetie."

Kinsley: "Ladies, ladies, ladies... Just chill, you had a match. There was a winner-"

Serenity: "Me!"

Kinsley: "... and a loser- BUT!.. It still shows that we got the best damn girls W2K's seen, don'it?"

Pyxii shrugs...NED makes the save.

NED: "It sure does. Let's have you two hold hands and make up."

Serenity sighs... and puts out a hand too Pyxii, who shakes it rather regrettably.

Kinsley: "Maybe kiss each other too?"

Pyxii gives Sef a stiff forearm to the chest.

Kinsley: "WoAh!"

NED pushes his hand through his long streaky hair, smirking.

NED: "We better get three chumps beat then. See you afterward girls."

Kinsley shakes his head at Pyxii before following Dangerously down the hallway.

RAGE #120
Six Man Tag Team Match
Nic E Dangerously + Sef Kinsley + Johnny Legend
vs
Christian Othniel + Scott Addams + Darren Smith

The math started out with a cocky and confident JL taking on Christian Othniel, who surprised the Texan Connection and the fans when he schooled Legend in a series of arm drags, hip tosses, clothes lines, back body drop and finally tops it off by drop kicking Legend back into his corner. NED tags in and has a good back and forth with Othniel before over powering him and beating Christian down until Othniel makes a last ditch effort tag to Addams who springboards off the top rope and drop kicks NED who falls back and tags Sef. Sef comes in and goes right for the throat as he and Addams brawl out of the ring. Othniel comes in and spears an unsuspecting JL through the ropes down to the floor. NED comes up from behind Darren and yanks his foot out smacking his face on the apron. NED beats Darren down on the floor before rolling him back in the ring and finishing him off with the Deus Ex Machina for the pinfall victory. He's shocked however when the music that plays isn't his. Iy's "Freak" by Silverchair. NED looks furious as his tag team partners roll back into the ring. The fans ERUPT.

Joey: THE FREAKS ARE BACK TOGETHER!!

Trunks: For the first time in YEARS!

Joey: This is HUGE!

The fans get even louder when Cross and Ryan Cain come rolling out on their old golf cart with Hernandez sitting in Ryan's lap in the passenger seat. Cross drives around the ringside area and parks next to Joey and Trunks. Ryan hops out and climbs up on top of the golf cart roof as Cross grabs a couple mics from the announcers and steps up on their table. He hands Ryan a mic as the music cuts off.

Ryan: Hey ladies, I believe we've met already so I'll get down to the point.

Ryan points specifically at NED and Sef who look down at their tag team titles, they already know what's about to be said.

Ryan: We used to own those belts, in fact we never actually got beat for them, so how about you give us a chance to get back what everyone knows belongs to us, those tag team title belts.

NED's huffing and puffing, he's sick of these two challenging him everytime he turns around.

Ryan: Come on, don't act like girls about this. This is W2K not FWA...we fight to keep what's ours around here...

Cross: And *we* fight to take what's our...Neddy.

Ryan: My Bloody Valentine sounds like a damn good place for The Freaks to slaughter the Texas Connection.

Cross: We'll even make it a three on two...just to even the odds a little.

Ryan: Don't be focking pussies!

Johnny Legend grabs the mic in NED's hand and.

Legend: YOU'RE ON!!

The crowd cheers once again as NED looks stunned as he slowly turns his head towards Legend. Everyone knows he's team captain. Someone's got some explaining to do this week.

Joey: THE FREAKS VS THE TEXAS CONNECTION FOR THE TAG STRAPS!! IT'S ON!!

Trunks: This is a HUGE match!

Joey: And we're out of time!

Freak by Silverchair plays once again as the screen turns black with the sounds of the roaring crowd in the background.

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