[ We go straight to ringside, where W2K Talent ‘Sean Locke�?is standing across the ring with Indy talent ‘Ricky Parker�? The Referee is just talking over the rules between both men, hoping for a fair match here. Within moments, Macklin and Askins voices are heard from the Commentary booth�?]

Askin: Parkers a stud, Eddie.

Macklin: He’s certainly ripped. But we know Sean Locke has a wealth of experience, I’m sure he’ll be able to take this match Johnny.

Askin: You’re probably right, but Ricky’s looking to be in good shape for this one.

*DING DING!*

[ Locke and Parker burst forward into a collar-and-elbow tie up, but after a mere second, Sean cleverly raises the knee up into Rickys gut. Sean smirks as Ricky weezes, bending over�?Sean drives an elbow into the back of his head, getting angry already. Locke clubs Parker in the spine a couple of times�?and the young Indy talent Ricky Parker stumbles forward toward the ropes for support. Sean Locke boots him in the side of the ribs with a right foot�?Sean grabs Rickys head, not playing games as he drags him into the centre of the ring�?Sean irish whips Ricky into the nearby turnbuckle. Parker turns, landing back-first in the corner.. Sean follows up with a swift Clothesline. Locke backs up, staring at Ricky who looks dazed and confused already ]

Macklin: Sean dominating here, using his raw power on Parker.

[ Sean bursts forward for another stiff Clothesline, but Ricky gets the boot up, nailing Locke in the face. Sean staggers back, grabbing his face for a moment�?Parker runs out the corner as Locke turns away. He grabs Locke’s head for a Bulldog, but Sean reaches round, grabbing his waist and nailing a SIDESLAM! Locke hooks over the leg whilst in perfect position�? 1!... 2!- Shoulder up! ]

Macklin: Well anticipated by Locke there. That’s the experience showing, Johnny.

[ Sean Locke slowly gets up to his feet�?He shrugs his shoulders rigorously, loosening them up. Ricky Parker sits up�?He slowly climbs up to his feet�?and Sean immediately gets him in a headlock. Sean tightens it, stomping down on the mat�?however Parker shoves Locke in the back, pushing him hard into the ropes. Sean bounces off the ropes and runs into a high-elevation BACK DROP from Ricky Parker! ]

Askin: There we are!

Macklin: ……�? Aaaand heres the cockiness.

[ Parker raises his arms�?Then slaps his six pack, pretty impressed with himself. He opens out his big arms, waiting as Sean Locke climbs up to his feet�?Sean shakes his head, rubbing the back of it with his right hand. Parker grabs Seans hair with both hands, and pulls him toward him�?Parker puts Seans head between his legs, then grabs his waist, prepping for a Powerbomb move�?but Sean suddenly grabs Rickys legs, and lifts him up�?Sean stands up straight, his head still between Rickys legs�?The fans make noise for this show of strength�?before Sean recklessly throws Ricky forward with a modified ‘Alabam Slam’�?Sean walks around, trying to curb his anger, but he’s having some trouble ]

Askin: Incredible impact there. I think Locke’s looking to finish this one early!

[ Parker climbs up to his feet�?Sean runs up and KICKS him in the ribs whilst he’s on all fours. Ricky rolls over onto his back, grabbing his upper body and kicking the mat in pain. Sean screams "Get up!"�?"Get up ya son of a bitch!"�?Locke stomps on Rickys face once, trying to rile up the young Indy performer. Ricky clambers up to his feet, without the aid of Sean�?But Sean immediately meets him with a vicious Throat Thrust.. Ricky jumps back, nailing the ropes and bouncing forward into a stiff Body punch�?Ricky bends over a little, but then Sean bends him over fully. Driving a knee into his temple once, before leaping up�?and nailing "School’d" on Ricky Parker! ]

Macklin: That’s the finisher right there! This ones as good as over!

[ 1!... 2!... 3!... *Ding Ding* ]

Macklin: Your winnerrrrrrr�?Seann Locke!!

[ "Whiskey in the Jar" by Metallica begins to play, and Sean Locke helps himself to his feet. He stares down at the fallen Ricky Parker. Just a taste of his brutality right there. Sean looks out into the crowd, not posing, he doesn’t need to�?Sean climbs out of the ring, and walks confidently up the rampway... but then a raven caws, all over the speakers, as Locke stops, unsure of what is going on... ]

Macklin: "Who the heck has a raven caw?"

[ A spotlight shines down as the lights darken, encricling the ring, as the rolling drums of "War Pigs" blast. But there is no one in the ring. Slowly it rises, and rises, as does the sight of the crowd, and Sean Locke's head, following the spotlight... all the way up the the rafters where a figure stands, white face paint glwoing against the black hue of his own clothing. ]

Macklin: "Is that... is that Nevyrmorr?"

Askin: "I... I'm not sure..."

[ The figure raises his right arm slowly, and points at Locke, who's confused, and looks around in the almost-black darkness. The spotlight flickers, and flickers again, going out like a snuffed candle, and poof.... the lights come back on and the rafters are empty. ]

Macklin: "I think Sean Locke's just seen a ghost."

Askin: "I think this whole damned arena just saw a ghost. Ghosts are the freakiest things imaginable, Eddie. They're cold and they're dead and definately not real and a total figment of your immagination!"

[ Sean Lock disappears through the curtain, as "King Nothing" rmbles across the PA. The crowd explodes, and stand up as the three pillars of sparks soar up to the sky. ]

Macklin: "We get to see the ICWA World Heavyweight Champion now... W2K's own Nic E Dangerously has returned home!"

Askin: "Eh, he's one of them now."

[ Try as he might, Askin cannot start a "YOU SOLD OUT" chant, but as NED walks onto the stage, the crowd just gets louder, even as he wears the ICWA Title around his waist. He steps forward, even taking time to slap some hands as he goes down, and enters the ring both arms in the air... but before he can even get a word out, Hamid's Music vcuts off NED's. ]

Hamid Ismaili: "I don't want to take too much time, really, I'm just here to offer you the last spot on my team for tonight-"

[ "Until you Crack" comes on and MJ takes a spot on stage to the far side, away from Hamid. ]

MJ Storm: "Atleast this time I'm not the first to rain on the parade, Hamid did it for me so I figured it wouldn't look too bad to come out here right about now- and oh, Hamid, we'll get to you in a moment but the big stars have something to quibble about. And that something is NONE other than... the ICWA Title. The ICWA title that I worked hard for. That Bobby Johnson worked hard for. That No Limits Christian Skywalker worked hard for. That you- Nic Dangerously, just waltzed in and took-"

NED: "And that says what for your talent, MJ?"

[ MJ sputters for a moment, then shake sit off. ]

MJ: "But I'm laying out a challenge for you once again, in front of all these people, once and for all for you to accept or, what I already know you'll do- decline and thus prove yourself the biggest, ugliest, yellow bellied coward in all of this crap ass state!"

[ Booooooos.... and chants for "F*** him up Neddy, F*** him up!" ]

MJ Storm: "So will you accept, or will you go back to your locker room and piss your pants that once again you narrowly miss your destrcution at the hands of MJ Storm!?!?"

NED: "I-"

Hamid: "Whoa whoa! Who cares? What we want to know is, you'r eback, Dangeorusly, back waving the W2K flag and now it's time for you to grasp your destiny, and help me fight off the Jerm, once and for all and bloody his nose. Forget MJ. Most of the rest of Texas has already-"

[ CHEEERS! As, MJ acts FLABBERGHASTED... ]

Hamid: "So take up the fight like James Tsunami. Like Kutter Flash. Like JT Kash-"

[ Huge pop for the last one for sure! ]

Hamid: "Some do it for W2K. Some do it to spite Jerm-"

NED: "Hameeed, I get ya. I really do and while I'd love to help fend off corporate america I just can't stand the sight of ya. The sound of ya. The thought of ya. So really I'm going to have to decline your offer and let you know that the Jerm has already gotten me and Christian Michaels to fight on his side-"

[ HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE roar for Christian Michaels... Hamid steams. ]

NED: "So thus, really, you're preaching to the wrong choir. As for you, MJ-"

Hamid: "AS FOR MJ.... Dangerously... you accept."

[ !!!!!!!! ]

Hamid: "Next week... you're gonna pay for this, Dangerously because next week you fight alongside Ace Hart and Kenny Justice, against Bobby Johnson, Matt Matlock, and MJ Storm..."

Macklin: "Whoa, another huge tag match-"

Hamid: "And then in two weeks time you will in that ring, defend your ICWA Title... your dead justification of all the time you wasted, against MJ Storm right here in San Antonio! That will show you to be an over bearing cocky prick, Dangerously."

[ He walks out, as MJ is stunned he's actually got what he wanted. ]

Macklin: "NED and CM are on the Team Syndicate tonight! This match has weird possibilities, as we'll see CM and JT on opposite sides- but they are tag partners who are feuding- it's a whirlwind of headaches, Johnny."

Askin: "Yeah, I just have no idea what's going on. Who do we cheer? Who do we boo?"

[ "Floating in Darkness" blasts. ]

Macklin: "This is who we boo! The W2K Champion, Kutter Flash."

[ He comes out, with Hamid Ismaili after MJ and NED cleared. He stomps out and heads for the table being set up and Hamid has the clipboard for the signing. ]

Askin: "Once this is signed by Kutter and WallStreet, it's a done deal for Cyberslam. WallStreet versus Kutter Flash, the main stream marquee against the man who's lived at the bottom for years. It's a Cinderella story, onl backwards and turned upside down."

Macklin: "Indeed, Johnny. It could quite possibly tear down the entire city of San Anotnio."

[ As Kutter is in the ring, Hamid takes a mic and "SuperstarII" blasts, as the crowd goes frekain insane, and throwing trash in the ring at Kutter and Hamid. No one matches up to the Marquee of Mainsteam, as he comes out on stage under a spotlight, Kutter wave sit off and Hamid huffs. But the spotlight turns into a ful lighting arrangement when he hits the ring, on a corner, looking out, hopping in and ready to sign. He grabs the pen first, even, and goes to put it to paper, when Hamid stops him. ]

Hamid: "WAIT, Mister McCallister, you can't sign that contract, because I know you're a businessman, and as a businessman it's never good business- under any ccirumstance- to break an contracual agreement."

Macklin: What is this about?"

Hamid: "You won't be able to make Cyberslam. So if you sign that right her,e right now, you'll be lying to all the fans here and all the fans at home watching you- you'll be given false advertsiing to a Pay Per View that won't have you on it. You'll break your promise to these people like you've broken your promise of citizenship to this nation."

Askin: "..... okay, now I'm lost."

[ Apparently, so is Wally, as he just looks at Hamid. Hamid ogoes on to offer us the explaination, however. ]

Hamid: "You see, we've had so many recent terrorist attacks lately. Why do you think that is? Why do you think that when WalLStreet hits it big time once again, there's so many devastating circumstances around the world? I'd like to sit here and ponder for a moment, and hopefully all of you join me, as I wonder just how they get the money for all this all of the sudden."

Askin: "What's this got to do with wrestling??"

Hamid: "We should all take a moment to remember those lost in these unfortunate times. All of us. Except the man responsible. But words can't do it justice because since a picture is worth a tousand words, let me give you the reasoning of why Mister McCallister will not make Cyberslam, and instead will spend the rest of his life in federal prison."

[ Now, everyone is stunned in silence, even Wally, even Kutter who seems overly confused right now. ]

Hamid: "I came across these photos- and oh, Mister McCallister, don't try and cover your tracks now, I already have them ready for the Jumbotron- and Security, come out here please to apprehend this known felon."

[ Men dreesed in all black with "FBI" in bold yellow lettering head out to the ring, encircling it. ]

Hamid: "I have friends in very low places. All of you know I'm arabic and by your own racial association I must be integrated in with the oil cartels of Iraq. And, while at one of their homes for dinner, I saw this photo and I swiped it incase I would ever need it, and need it I do. NEED IT AMERICA DOES! Watch the screen as your entire world crumbles, McCallister!"

[ SHOCK AND AWE.... Wally even takes off Fame's sunglasses. The FBI starts to the ring, and Wally tenses for a fight as people are screaming and shouting... ]

Hamid: "Jutter, take him down, FOR AMERICA!"

[ Kutter runs at Wally, and gets a punch to the face, and nother, and another, until Wally backs him to the ropes and whips him across the ring- Wally comes at him but Kutter puts on the breaks, and kicks, and then gut wrenches him up and into the table head and shoulder first- he crashes through and lays limp, as the W2K Champion looks down at him, and the FBI rolls Wally over, and puts his hands behind his back. ]

Hamid: "Kutter Flash is an American hero! He saved this nation by putting away the bgiggest financier or terrorism in the history of this country!"

Macklin: "This is total bullshit!"

Askin: "You're telling me. I wa sjust asking myself yesterday why gas is like three bucks a gallon."

Macklin: "YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! This is horrendous, WallStreet is being taken in on counts of terrorism!! That's ridiculous! This can't even get very far can it?"

Askin: "Don't ask me, Eddie. Ask the Patriot act. I do know, even if McCallister gets out of it, he's gonna have a few more open holes to hide stuff later."

[ Wally id beaten with some patons, as Hamid even grabs one from an agent, and sets on Wally over and over on the back, as two burly agents lift him by either arm as they push him outside of the ring... and drag him over the ramp to the entrance amongst a rain of boos. The camera sfollow him to the back, where Johnny Fame is waiting. ]

Fame: "This is utter crap!"

Macklin: "You tell them, Johnny!"

Fame: "He's still got my glasses, and I didn't get a chance to kick his ass to take them!"

Macklin: "WHAT?"

Fame: "Yoink back at you... bitch."

[ Fame takes the shades, and places them back on his head. He glows like a Super Saiyen, as Wally's dragged away and Terri slaps him in the head. ]

Terri: "Are you only worried about those? I was attacked earlier."

Fame: "Hey babe, one thing at a time."

[ Terri shoves Fame off screen, and Hamid replaces him strangely and shes sneering at him. ]

Terri: "What?"

Hamid: "Ah, Miss Dang-

Terri: "Ahem."

Hamid: "...Misses Saotome... Nice to see you again."

Terri: "Yeah right, you hate my guts almost as much as I hate yours. I'm busy, so hurry this the hell up."

Hamid: "... And now I'm reminded of why I never missed you."

Terri: "To the point, Hamid. Now. I have to go make sure Johnny baby doesn't do something dumb and get killed by Kutter or the vending machine guy."

Hamid: "Yes, that would be a shame, wouldn't it? Hm, what a waste of perfectly good oxygen that fool is-

[ Terri shoots him a look. ]

Hamid: "... Well, Terri Lamin, I have a proposition for you."

[ Her eyes widen and she blocks a gag. ]

Terri: "EW-

Hamid: "Not THAT kind of proposition, you fool!"

Terri: "Oh. Well then, does it involve Image Johnson and the Championess title?"

Hamid: "No."

Terri: "Impact Title??"

Hamid: "Well... no..."

Terri: "Well Jesus Christ, does it involve Kutter?!"

Hamid: "... In a way... but, I'm sure not in the way you're thinking."

Terri: "Then why the hell am I still talking to you?"

[ Terri starts to walk away, and Hamid clears his throat. ]

Hamid: "That's fine, if you really want Jeremy McMillion running all over, thinking that he's got free reign to do as he pleases and telling you what to do-"

[ This stops her, and she turns back with a grimace. Gawd, she hates that guy more than she does Hamid. ]

Terri: "Ugh, I hate Jerm... "

Hamid: "Yes, very few of us are fond of him."

Terri: "Well okay, you have my attention. What do I have to do?"

Hamid: "All you really have to do is show up when given the que, fool."

Terri: "Gee, Hamid, do you REALLY think I can handle ALL that??"

[ Terri rolls her eyes, and Hamid sighs. We cut away from this scene, as they further discuss the matter of Terri Lamin helping Hamid in the quest to ruin the evil Jermbot. Or something. Cut to Jerm. ]

Macklin: :I'm wondering, Hamid has Kutter, he's got Tsunami, Terri, and JT Kash. Jerm has Johnny Legend, NED and CM and even had WallStreet until... well that travesty earlier happened and I still say it's total bullsh-"

Askin: "What he's getting at fans is who will be WalLStreet's replacement in this match?"

[ Jerm's smiling, and we see he's in a parking lot. A limo pulls up, and stops. The door opens and out comes Damien Collins! The crowd inside goes nuts, as Jerm takes his hand and shakes. ]

The Jerm: "So glad you could make it on such short notice, Mister Collins."

DC: "I'm psyched. I haven't been in a W2K ring in almost two years. Wow. This is weird. But I'm ready to take it to those guys."

The Jerm: "Your match is up next, you better go get ready!"

DC: "Of course!"