Macklin: "And luckily, for the writer of this match, that gave enough time for all six men to come to the ring. It's time for our six man tag!"

Askin: "NED is 0-2 when it comes to Matlock, who, this time didn't show up for the match."

Macklin: "This time?"

Askin: "Any time. Meh, he doesn't care about W2K. let's not even bother him with a loss. He's not in the match."

Macklin: "So it's a two on three handicap?"

Askin: "Sure. MJ Storm and Bobby Johnson take on Justice, Ace Hart, and NED."

Macklin: "The bell has rung and we- oh my god is that James McKnight?"

Askin: "Better not be, he's been banned, and if he's here, that's bad news."

Macklin: "Well he's come through the crowd and pulled Ace down from the apron- they're rading blows- NED's just waving at Ace..."

Askin: "They're fighting up the ramp and there goes security, but NED has entered the ring and went for MJ, but MJ hangs back on the ropes and BJ has gone for Kenny- Kenny gets swing into the ropes and back and BJ goes for a roundhouse, Kenny catches it with his hands, and then sweeps a leg behind Bobby, holding on- Bobby from his back pulls in Justice, and then shoots him back into the corner, gets up, SHOULDERBLOCK, knocking the wind out- he sets up Justice onto the top, and goes for a superplex that HITS! Ouch, the height of that-"

Macklin: "He goes for a pin- but Justice kicks out, but he's feeling it, he's holding his back- and he's going for a tag, but bobby's put him in a headlock- cranking it in and Justice is going for a German suplex- no, Bobby flips over and behind and puts on a full nelson- Justice mule kicks and gets it, runs to the ropes and back for a cross body that Bobby caught- holy cow fall away slam and Justice ends up at the corner with MJ... MJ lariats him from the outside... Bobby pulls in his foot and covers again, but he kicks at two..."

Askin: "Justice tags in NED.... two Synergy members on opposite sides... they're getting face to face... and... and... they're pushing.. they're shoving, they're gonna go at it again, an- WHAT? They've both shoved MJ off the apron!!"

Macklin: "Synergy backs Synergy... they're sliding out of the ring to meet MJ again... MJ shoots up and goes to blasts away, folks, this is the PWT World Champion and the ICWA World Champion- and they're going at it and Bobby- no, he grabs MJ from behind into a full nelson and lifts, SLAMMING him into the guardrail, he's straddling it like anover priced donkey, Johnny!"

Askin: "And NED's got a chair and is going for MJ's head- but no, the ref grabs it from behind, what a great job by the officials- NED's getting in his face now- an dthe ref is warning him back- as Secuirty- they must have seperate Ace and McKnight.... NED shoves the ref! he turns around and plows into MJ as the ref calls for the bell, and NED is disqualified... he and Bobby are just raining down on him over and over, and pulling him from the crowd- NED puts the chair over his head and he's stomping the hell out of him!"

Macklin: "Bobby is working clean up crew, NED seems done, i think this is just a message for next week. MJ Storm, the PWT World Champion, may have bit off more than he can chew when it comes to Dangerously...."

Askin: "Synergy is leaving, as MJ Storm is sitting up..."

[ The scene fades in as Summer and Chanel are walking through the W2k parking lot. They stop as they see a huge fire pit in front of them. The flames are beginning to get bigger as there is a two by four standing on both sides of the fire pit. The two by four as a small gash in it big enough to hold a pole on it. As they stare at the fire some masked person dressed in all black comes up behind them and nails them both over the head with the baseball bat Sampson which looks very familiar. They start to fall forward as the person grabs them both and pulls them away from the fire. You can hear laughing in the background as Image walks up to the masked person smiling. ]

Image: Wow, that was a little to easy.

Masked Person: We're not done yet.

[ The person smirks as the walk over to the other side of the fire and grabs some rope and a huge pole. Bringing them back over near Image. The person tosses Image some rope to start binding Summers hands and feet as they bind Chanel up. The two of them finish using some of the rope as the two ladies feet and hands are bound up. Masked one grabs the pole and sets it inbetween the two ladies as she begins to turn each one of them on there sides. Image grabs the rest of the rope and starts to tie the two ladies to the pole as their backs are both facing the pole. Once that job is done Image and the masked one pick up the pole and walk over to the fire raising it above the head and places the pole onto both of the two by fours. Image smirks as it looks like the wood is starting to burn so it begins to crack. It doesn't look like it'll take too long before the ladies are roasted pigs. Image walks over to shake the masked persons hand.

Summer and Chanel hang helplessly over the raging fire, and the camera pans over to where Image is standing. She’s smiling sadistically, obviously pleased at what’s taking place. As the Masked One continues to torment the two girls, Image speaks.]

Image: "Isn’t this fun? It sure as hell is for me! How about you?"

[ The Masked One looks over at Image and grins. ]

Masked One: "Having a ball, Image!"

Image: "Yeah, I figured you would. See, THIS is my kind of fun. I’m sure it sucks for the two of you, but hey…what are you going to do, right? I mean, this is all your own fault. You two wanted to play games; well, now we’re gonna play games the way my friend and I like to play them. What’s wrong, girls? You don’t look like you’re having a good time anymore. Why? Y’all were all smiles when you were shipping me off to Mexico. Why aren’t you smiling now?"

[ Image looks at the two women and grins. ]

Masked One: Well they did want to burn now they just got burnt.

Image: "Well, I’d love to stay here and chat, but I’m kind of hungry. Oh, masked one…whatta ya say we go and get some pie? My treat.

Masked One: I'd love too...

Eddie Macklin: "OH MY GOD, I hope we get some help out there soon... for those girls..."

Askin: "There goes the second match of the tourney... thing... damn. Over a fire? Isn't that a bit... I dunno, over the top?"

Eddie Macklin: "Show must go on... Ladies and gentlemen it's time for your main event, and it promises to be a good one."

Johnny Askin: "Christian Michaels verus James Tsnumai, I can't wait. Michaels' better kick Tsnuami's ass all over this arena."

Eddie Macklin: "Well the sounds of "Cochise" means James Tsnunami is on his way down, and Johnny, listen to the crowd cheer him on."

Johnny Askin: "Crowd's are stupid, Eddie. They never cheer the better athlete, only the one who's willing to suck-up to them."

Eddie Macklin: "Well, Tsnunami is a phenomnal athlete, so don't take that away from him, Johnny."

Johnny Askin: "And here comes MY MAN, The Southeren Heartthrob Christian Michaels.

Eddie Macklin: "Listen to the crowd boo him. They're really rooting for Tsnumai."

Johnny Askin: "Ah, who cares?"

Eddie Macklin: "The fans do, Johnny, and they buy the tickets."

Johnny Askin: "..."

Eddie: "Well, now it's time to get this match underway. Neither man seems to want to lock up right away, they seem to be sizing each other up."

Johnny: "They're developing strategies, Eddie. Neither man wants to make a mistake, and they each want to walk out the victor. To do so, they have to have the perfect stratetgy, thus, they are building them."

Eddie: "And there's the first lock up. Both men struggle for control, but Tsunami is backing Christian Michaels up into the corner. The referee calls for a clean break. Tsunami backs off, but OH, cheap shot by Christian Michaels."

Johnny: "That depends on how you define cheap, Eddie. I call that a brilliant mind game."

Eddie: "Well whatever you want to call it, it sure got James Tsunami riled up. He just tried to rip Christian's head off."

Johnny: "But Christian wisely got out of the ring. The Southern Heartthrob is a smart man, Eddie. He knows exactly what he's doing."

Eddie: "But now Tsunami has a handful of Michaels' hair, a big right hand sends Christian flat onto the apron."

Johnny: "Disqualifiy Tsunami referee! Hairpulling and closed fists are illegal!"

Eddie: 'Well the referee has decided to let this match continue and... OUCH! Tsunami with a baseball slide that sends Christian's body hurtling through the air and crashing into the steel guard rail. Michaels will definately feel thati n the morning."

Johnny: "Don't get all excited Eddie, it's still early. Michaels is just letting Tsunami get confident, and then Michaels will take full control."

Eddie: "Whatever you say, Johnny, we'll see if that predicition holds up. Anyway, Tsunami has gotten out of the ring, and the ten count has started. Referee Rufus isn't going to let this one turn into a pier six brawl, as Gordon Solie would say. Tsunami with a big open handed chop to Christian's bare chest. The crowd likes that, another one. They're already leaving handprints, Johnny."

Johnny: "I can see that, Eddie. Poor Christian, how dare Tsunami defile Christian's body with such vicious chops. Come on Christian, fight back."

Eddie: "Right now, Christian's just trying to avoid those vicious chops. He rolls back into the ring, but Tsunami is right in after him. Christian's trying to crawl across the ring, but Tsunami bounces off the ropes and... big elbow to the small of the back."

Johnny: "You know, the more I think about it, those should be illegal."

Eddie: "Why?"

Johnny: "An elbow to the small of the back could cripple someone. These men make their living off of wrestling, I'm going to start a petition to outlaw an elbow to the small of the back!"

Eddie: "Tsunami is still in control with that body slam. Now a... a body vice? I haven't seen one of these in ages, they're not common any more, but they're brilliantly effective."

Johnny: "You know Eddie, as much as I can't stand these guys from the British Wrestling Alliance, this Tsunami kd has been taking it right to the King of PWT, and runner up in the 2004 God of Wrestling tournament. Hey now! Why is he grinding his forearm against Christian's face, that's not right. Rhya definately won't appreciate that."

Eddie: "Well, that's actually an acient technique to force a submission. You wrap your opponent up with your legs, then use the bone in your forearm across their face to grate their skin. I've heard it's incredibly painful, as we can probably guess from the howls of Christian Michaels."

Johnny: "Yes well, we're in America and it's 2006. Fans want to see people light each other on fire, hit each other with barbed wire, and jump off of three story houses onto concrete."

Eddie: "What the hell?"

Johnny: "That's sarcasm"

Eddie: "Uh, don't do sarcasm on the air, Johnny. Sheesh. Tsunami is climbing to the top rope, what's he planning? Flying Body Press... NO! Christian Michaels rolls out of the way."

Johnny: "Ha ha! Tsunami tried for the high risk move and he crashed and burned. Come on Christian, get up and take control!"

Eddie: "Well Johnny, it seems that the former W2K Champion can hear you, because he's definately on his feet, and he's got Tsunami up. A hard right hand from the proud Tennesseian. Now a forearm. Christian's riled up now."

Johnny: "And you don't want to rile up a Southerner..."

Eddie: "Anyway, big irish whip from Michaels, clothesline. Bounces off the ropes, leg drop. Christian pulls James Tsunami up, kick to the gut, standard suplex."

Johnny: "A lot of people don't understand this Eddie, but a regular suplex is one of the most effective, basic moves there is. It's a relatively simple move, but it drives the wind out of your opponent, while also causing fluid to build around his spine, which can limit his ability to move, and thus increase your ability to hit offensive moves."

Eddie: "Christian's climbing up top, what's he thinking? He's leaping off, I think he's going for- yes he is. SOUTHERN CLIMATE! That could be it Johnny. One... Two... Thr... NO! Tsunami kicks out."

Johnny: "Damn it, come on Christian, stay on him. There you go. Look at those boots right to the chest, Eddie. He's really taking it to Tsunami now."

Eddie: "Tsuami is trying to fight it off though, the kid has some heart. What the... Tsunami with a roll up! One...Two... Three... Wait, no three count. Christian managed to kick out a two ninety-nine hundreths."

Johnny: "Whew. Both wrestlers are up. Christian ducks an attempted clothesline. Kick to the gut. Just Like That! This should be it. One... Two... Three! YES! Christian Michaels wins."

Eddie: "What an effort put up by James Tsunami though. Hats off to him."

Askin: And Christian is going to leave the ring- his hand raised high, and both men should be proud, they both put in alot of effort and had a great contest."

Macklin: "I'm alittle disappointed. We never did find out what that cage was for-"

Askin: "Maybe next time, Eddie- but Christian-"

Macklin: "OH MY GOD! TRAVIS ONEAL!"

Askin: "ONeal has just made good on his threats, he's just plowed into CM with a spear on the rampway!"

Macklin: "Christian Micahels has been laid out, he's just went through an agonizing match with James Tsunami, and now- oh man, he's lifting him up and onto his shoulder- he's ran him into the ringpost face first, Johnny!"

Askin: "Security was just here! W2K security has broken down tonight, they're everywhere!"

Macklin: "Travis has picked up the ring steps and he's... RUN THEM INTO CHRISTIANS HEAD!"

Askin: "Where's Synergy when you need them?!'

Macklin: "Christian is laid out, and he's DROPPED THE STEPS ONTO HIM! ONeal is out to take Christian out of the business right here, and right now! Christian is busted wide open and Travis is just laying down the fists into his cuts!! Someone stop this, this isn't a match it's not even scheduled, i don't even think Travis is in W2K-"

Askin: "Another blow from the steps, and you can hear the sickening sound of metal on cranium, fans! Holy shit, it's just nasty. He's covered in his own life force now- ONeal's picks him up and- he's raking him into the damn ringpost again!"

Macklin: "Travis is heading back up the ramp... satisified I bet."

Askin: "Look on the bright side. It can't get any worse than this for Christian Micha-"

Macklin: "Why is 'Walk' playing?"

Askin: "Hamid Ismaili is on stage, and there's JT kash...."

Hamid: "JT Kash has decided to cash in his ONE favor from me. JT kash and Christian Michaels will now wrestle in a cage match. Lower the damned thing."

Askin: "THATS WHAT THE CAGE IS FOR!"

Macklin: "JT Kash planned this all along?!"

Askin: "It seems so, the cage is lowering, and Jt's picked up Christian, and is throwing him into the ring. JT follows and stomps away, ripping CM up... and the cage is in place and JT just takes CM like a battering ram into the sidse of the cage!"

Macklin: "This isn't fair! CM's already busted to pieces by his match with James and his attack by Travis! OH! He rammed him again, and you can tell that the nostalgia that the people here in San Antonio felt for JT Kash is now wearing thin. You hear those boos?"

Askin: "It's hard to be a fan of a person who'd sink this low-"

Macklin: "JT Kash is- HE JUST GOT NAILED! CM he punched him in the face in defiance- and JT Kash returns the blow and rocks CM- but CM falls back into the ropes and comes back with a wild swing that JT Kash ducks, Cm spins and falls back before JT can hit the 'Sweet Chin Music'- JT Kash has almost lost his balance, and CM grabs his leg- he's pushied him down and is going for an Ankle Lock- but JT has kicked him away- CM misses another attack, probably from all the blood in his eyes, and JT takes him by the ahir and mashes his face into that fencing, oh my god... He'd dragging him up to the top of the cage with him..."

Askin: "You can only wonder what the hell is gonna happen next-"

Macklin: "They're at the top- and JT Kash is standing, CM is straddled on the top of the cage... he's cradling MC's head, Johnny- and OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! SIXTEEN FEET, AND JT KASH DROPS CM IN WITH A STIG-"

Askin: "THE RING IMPLODED! THE RING IMPLODED!"

Macklin: "HOLY GOD! Listen the holy shit chants- JT Kash has 'Stigma Killer' 'ed Christian Michaels form the top of the cage, and THROUGH the god damned ring!"

Askin: "JT Kash is sending a message, Eddie-"

Macklin: "JT Kash is climbing out of the hole, and look at that, his glazed over eyes shows he's hurt and he's still smirking, god, I hate that asshole."

Askin: "He's standing atop Christian, and holding up his arms..."

Macklin: "ONE! TWO! THREE! The asshole did it! the God of Assholes is what that asshole is- damn asshole!"

Askin: "Do you have to say asshole over and over!"

Macklin: "THATS WHAT HE IS! AN ASSHOLE! He's worse than Johnny Legend!"

Askin: "Hey, I love Johnny Legend!"

Macklin: "I hope JT Kash is damned proud of himself!! We are out of time but you can bet that won't stop JT Kash from gloating! We'll hear about this all the way to Ohio!"

[ Fade. End. ]

Terri: "Whoa... what about my match?"

Hamid: "What about it?"

Terri: "I want my match."

Hamid: "That match. Well, since it didn't take place, I guess Summer Stratus will face Image Johnson NEXT week on RAGE for the Championess Title."

Terri: "WHAT?"

Hamid: "Well what do you want me to do? Chanel was almost roasted alive, and my damn ring is imploded because of a big headed prick."

Terri: ".... fine, but you're gonna pay for this. And so is Image."

[ Now we fade to black. End. (c) 2006, W2K Unlimited, Inc. ]