[Scene opens up to the parking lot. A black dodge viper pulls up right in front of the camera. The engine is turned off and out from the drivers seat, C-Murder steps out. He hasn't got a bag full of his Wrestling gear because this week, he has not got a match on. He closes the door of his expensive car and begins walking into the arena. Then, right next to C-Murders car, a white limousine pulls up. C-Murder sees it and ignores it. Out from the car steps Claw Richens, the NWWA U.S Hard-core Champion. Claw sees C-Murder and looks at him. C-Murder turns around and sees that it is Claw. Claw closes the door of the limousine and they stare at each other for a couple of seconds. Claw might be thinking that C-Murder is going to go for a sneak attack. C-Murder smiles, shakes his head and walks into the arena as Claw has a relieved look on his face that a brawl didn't begin because he has an important title match tonight...] [The scene opens in the main arena area of the Richmond Stadium in Corvallis, Oregon. Fans are jammed into their seats as the big screen bursts to life and they pop for the first time of the night. Scenes from last week are shown on the screen, a replay of last week's main event and the tragedy that fell upon Max "The Butcher" Bradley. "Disposable Heroes" blasts over the speakers of the arena as the clip is shown... The scene stays with what is being shown to the crowd and the music continues to play as Rebel's voice cuts in from the announcer's table...] Rebel Love: Welcome to SUNDAY NIGHT MADNESS!!! This week we've got the former NWWA World Champion back into action, he needs a win to have a chance to become the 2nd ever two time NWWA World Champion... But XDT's leader The Polish Crippler is standing in his way... Johnny Rotten: Hehehe! And let's not forget about Bradley's injuries... What the hell happened to the man and why is he still wrestling in that condition?! Rebel Love: Bradley is a tough man, a real go getter... Johnny Rotten: I think maybe you should need 2 out of 3 doctors to agree that a man is ready to wrestle, last week The Butcher didn't look like he belonged in the ring and I can't imagine him doing much better against The Crippler when he is injured... Rebel Love: Bradley is his own man, if he is stupid enough to walk down to the ring in his condition then I sure as hell am not going to stop him! Johnny Rotten: I don't think Max Bradley has any common sense... Rebel Love: Unlike Jimmy Hinh, he is injured and decided to hang up the tights for awhile, this Bradley guy just doesn't know when to quit! [The camera then leaves the announcer's table and begins scanning the packed crowd in Richmond Stadium. The camera pauses on several signs through the crowd... "The Butcher was robbed!" "Claw will always mean Hard-core!" "How are The Dolts going to get Down Under?!" "The Crippler is finally getting his shot!!" "Go home Pissant!!!" The camera slowly goes over those signs and some others, then goes to the ring where the two men are already waiting...] Rebel Love: Welcome back fans, and now to our first competition which is scheduled for 15 minutes, Demo Man vs. Scott Roberts! I am looking forward to a great performance from these two. [Ding, ding, ding.] Johnny Rotten: They're both rookies, and this could be a big match for both men, Demo Man with a low blow!! He sneaks up behind Scott Roberts and laid him out! [Scott Roberts rolls on the ground in pain while Demo Man starts to kick him!] Rebel Love: Demo Man has taken an early advantage! He is kicking the living dog crap out of Scott Roberts! Scott rolls out of the way of the kick! Demo chases, but Scott gets to his feet quickly! [Scott Roberts starts trading punches with Demo Man. Scott Roberts with a standing drop kick!] Johnny Rotten: What agility by Roberts, I think Demo Man's head hit pretty hard there, he is slow to get up! Rebel Love: Roberts goes for the pin! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICK OUT! Johnny Rotten: Kick out by Demo Man! Roberts will have to do more then a couple of punches and a drop kick to beat this man! Rookies are so dumb, if they want to make it they will have to learn how to give and take a beating. Rebel Love: I'm glad you're such an expert Johnny, OUCH!!! Roberts with a nice lariat on Demo Man! Roberts is resting in the corner, his back is still red from the kicks! [Roberts climbs up to the top rope and waits for Demo Man to get to his feet, he leaps of the rope towards Demo Man.] Rebel Love: Counter Power slam by Demo Man!!! Demo Man with the cover! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rebel Love: Kick out with authority by Roberts!! Johnny Rotten: I don't think that was an actual pin, I think Demo Man was just to lazy to get his fat... Rebel Love: Remember Johnny... We are live! Roberts and Demo Man are both on their feet! Demo Man with a kick to the mid-section, and a DDT!!! [Demo Man pulls Scott Roberts into the middle of the ring and heads toward the ropes. He climbs to the top one and jumps!] Johnny Rotten: DID YOU SEE THAT KID FLY!? What a body-splash from Demo Man!! No cover though, he gets back up and goes to the outside! He is grabbing a table and puts it by one of the ring post on the outside! Rebel Love: What the hell is he doing?? Demon Man picks up Roberts sand heads toward the top again! Both men are on top of the top rope, hovering above the table on the outside! He is going to suplex him through the table!! [Demo Man tries to pull Roberts up, but it is blocked. "10 Minutes Remaining" goes over to the speakers. Scott Roberts stands straight up dumping Demo Man to the canvas!] Rebel Love: I think the time keeper distracted Demo Man long enough for Roberts to counter! Roberts climbs down and jumps on Demo Man, pounding him with lefts and rights! Johnny Rotten: Roberts with one more punch and a cover!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2.5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Demo Man kicks out and rolls over onto his back so Roberts can't pin him. Roberts in turn starts kicking Demo Man in the head! Demo Man passes out.] Johnny Rotten: Who the hell is coming to ringside? Lethal Slam? What is he doing out here?? [Lethal comes up to the ringside and pulls out a mic.] Lethal Slam: Well, Well, Well, "The Supreme Superstar" Scott Roberts is about to win his first match huh? Well let me tell you something punk... You rookie's aren't shit, and one day you will have to come into this ring and fight me. [Scott Roberts asks for a mic, Aras Aziz is busy outside trying to get Lethal Slam to leave. Demo Man wakes up and notices all the commotion and slips out and grabs a chair and gets back in.] Scott Robert: Lethal, you may talk big, but after you fight me and I win, it will be the SECOND time you have gotten beat by a rookie! I say I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back! [Lethal laughs and shrugs.] Lethal Slam: Son, I'll take both of you on, just name the place and the time. Scott Roberts: Next Sunday Night Madness, you will fight both of us! [Lethal flicks off Scott and turns around to walk to the locker room. Demo Man jumps up and drills Scott Roberts in the back of the head with a chair!] Rebel Love: WOAH! In the past 9 minutes we have had a challenge issued, a chair shot, and some blood! I think Lethal may have bitten off more then he could chew! Roberts is laying on the ground after getting hit with a chair! Johnny Rotten: That was great wasn't it!? Shows you how easily the tides can turn doesn't it?? Demo Man with a cover! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rebel Love: No Aras Aziz is saying he kicked out!! Scott Roberts kicked out! He has taken a beating tonight, yet he is still going. [DING, DING, DING!] Johnny Rotten: What the hell? He kicked out... Aras Aziz: The Time Limit Of 15 Minutes Has expired, This Match Will Go Down In The Books As A Draw!!! Rebel Love: Dang I didn't realize that 15 minutes was already up! What a match folks, I guess you will have to watch next week to see who will win the three way match between Lethal Slam, Demo Man, and Scott Roberts. Johnny Rotten: Lethal will kill 'em all! Mark my words. Just like P.C. is going to kill Max Bradley later tonight... [Camera goes to a NWWA Sunday Night Madness promo.] Rebel Love: Norman is in the ring with the referee for the next bout... The Victorious Virgin. So let's go on to our next match. Norman Myers: This tag match is set for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. The first team... From the east and west coasts... Our F'N Hero... NICK DEMOLA!!! And "Nightshade"... JEREMY LOCKE!!! [Back In Black by ACDC plays and the fans cheer as Nick Demola and Jeremy Locke make their way down to the ring.] Johnny Rotten: For a couple of complete losers they sure do get a good pop. Maybe I should come back to the ring so people have something to cheer about... Rebel Love: That is the reason why you're in the booth, you have a big mouth but you have absolutely no talent whatsoever with any other body part other than your mouth. Norman Myers: And their opponents... At a combined weight of 533 lbs... They are SAINT'AN!!! And "Sexy Stuff"... GAZZA!!! [Saint'an appears behind the curtains and takes a step forward. The crowd all rise to their feet, with the majority booing, but a few scattered cheers. Standing behind him are Gazza and Man. Saint'an is wearing black, gothic clothing, and his long, black hair hangs over his face, which has black eyeliner and black lipstick. Gazza struts his way to the ring as the camera zooms into Saint'an's face, and he stares into the camera. One of his eyes seems to have a contact lens in it, which looks like he has no pigment in one eye. They slowly walk to the ring, carefully evaluating their opponents.] Johnny Rotten: Now these are some guys I really admire. I wonder if they'll let me join their group... Rebel Love: I can definitely see you fitting in with all of the bright and colourful clothing you wear. Norman Myers: And refereeing this match... THE VICTORIOUS VIRGIN!!! [The Victorious Virgin points at both of the teams asking for a member from each to start the match. Nick Demola and Saint'an both step forward, but only after pushing their partners back. Victorious Virgin points to the middle of the ring and hits his hands together one time as to say 'lets get it on'. The men meander around the ring...] [Ding, ding, ding.] Rebel Love: Nick Demola and Saint'an tangling up now... Demola rolled him up into a small package. Cover, 1... 2... Rebel Love: Kick out by Saint'an. Johnny Rotten: What a cheap move at the beginning. Too early and too WEAK!!! Rebel Love: Nick Demola and Saint'an are back up on their feet quickly. They're tangling up again. Demola with a BIG atomic drop... That wasn't enough, there's another one. Johnny Rotten: Those moves were WEAK!!! Saint'an isn't hurting from them. Rebel Love: I don't know Johnny, if he's holding his mid-section he has to be in pain. Nick Demola with another pickup... Somersault Slam!!! Demola is already signaling his finisher. Johnny Rotten: Our wannabe F'N Hero is eager to get this match out of the way quick because he knows that if it goes much longer he's not going to be able to keep up due to his lack of endurance. Why do you think he's been wrestling tag recently? Rebel Love: Obviously to help build that endurance up, and here he goes for the Predetermined Fate... NO!!! Johnny Rotten: Yeah Baby!!! Stomach Breaker to Demola by my boy Saint'an. Now THAT is wrestling at it's finest. Rebel Love: Saint'an grabs Demola's arm and helping him up, toss into the ropes... Saint'an with a backdrop on the return... Johnny Rotten: Look at Demola in there holding his back LIKE THE GIMP HE IS!!! Rebel Love: Demola back onto his feet looking out of air. He's got Saint'an hooked for a belly-to-belly... HE CAN'T GET HIM OVER!!! Saint'an has hooked his leg and isn't going anywhere!!! Jeremy Locke is attempting to pump up the crowd as Gazza is coming in to help out Saint'an. They both have Demola, toss into the ropes... They both NAILED Demola, and he goes down hard with a double-clothesline!!! Johnny Rotten: Serves him right, what a little puke. Rebel Love: Saint'an and Gazza high-fiving after the double-team, and here comes Jeremy Locke in through the ropes and he throws Gazza out of the ring to the outside. Johnny Rotten: Gazza took a hard landing, but he is TOUGH. He'll be fine. Rebel Love: I don't know, he is not getting up and now Man is coming over to check on him. Jeremy Locke and Saint'an are tying up in the ring. Locke is clearly overpowered. Saint'an with a one-handed pickup into a back breaker!!! Johnny Rotten: Ouch!!! I love it!!! Hehehe! Rebel Love: Saint'an toward the ropes... On his way back... Jeremy Locke jumping up, his legs are on Saint'an's shoulders, Frankensteiner, NO!!! Saint'an just gave Locke a nasty neck-first power bomb. Hopefully they don't all kill each other. Johnny Rotten: I hope they do kill each other. Demola is still down and Gazza is starting to get back up on the outside. Rebel Love: Saint'an recognizes the situation and is now helping Locke to his feet. Johnny Rotten: My boy Gazza is getting into the ring!!! Uh oh, here it comes... Love & Rotten: TOTAL ELIMINATION!!! Rebel Love: I don't think Locke is going to be getting up from that one any time soon. Johnny Rotten: No way Rebel. I think that kick to the side of the head ko'ed him. Rebel Love: And speaking about KO, The Victorious Virgin is in the corner checking on Nick Demola who went down hard earlier tonight with a double-clothesline. I hope he's alright. Johnny Rotten: I hope he's dead, and I wish Victorious Virgin would just turn around and see Saint'an and Gazza posing for the crowd over Jeremy Locke. This match should be over already from the in-ring KO count. Rebel Love: They can't go out like that, only by pin, submission, count out or disqualification. Saint'an and Gazza help Locke up to his feet again, another toss into the ropes... Johnny Rotten: Then tell double V to get out of the way so they can pin him. Rebel Love: Locke out of the ropes, Saint'an and Gazza going for a double-team back-body drop, they have Locke up... Oh My God!!! On the way down Locke hooked both of their heads and took them down with a double-neckbreaker!!! Gazza is rolling back to the outside. [Saint'an is down, Demola is starting to move again, Gazza is once again on the outside, Locke is looking for a breather, and Man is looking on helplessly. Demola is starting to get up, he sees Victorious Virgin, and just beyond his shoulder Locke and Saint'an with their backs on the canvas.] Johnny Rotten: The loser awakens. Rebel Love: Nick Demola is walking over to Saint'an now and is kicking him in the ribs. Jeremy Locke is getting back to his feet... Nick Demola: Pick him up. Johnny Rotten: Look at him, giving out orders and then claiming not to be a leader. Rebel Love: I hear you. Gazza now back up on the apron, Demola going for a kick to the side of Saint'an's head. Saint'an ducked!!! He just laid out his tag partner!!! Saint'an with a sunset flip knee drop into Locke's ribs and then a jump back into Gazza's hand for the tag. Johnny Rotten: That is one way to get done what needs to be done. [Saint'an rolls out underneath the bottom rope as Gazza comes in between the middle and top.] Rebel Love: Demola running toward the ropes, Gazza has his head through... Bulldog through the ropes into the ring!!! Johnny Rotten: That is the best Demola can do is take you out when you can't defend yourself or attack. When he gets one-on-one with someone his size or even a little smaller, he usually gets whooped pretty bad. Rebel Love: Gazza is back on his feet quickly and is met by a drop-kick from Demola. Johnny Rotten: All that did was take his balance away. That was CHEAP!!! Rebel Love: That is true, but it knocked him into the ropes and here comes Demola with a FRANKENSTEINER!!! HE HOOKED THE LEGS!!! Cover, 1... 2... Rebel Love: Don't ask me how, but Gazza got his shoulder up. Nick Demola is complaining to Victorious Virgin about a slow count. Johnny Rotten: Blah... Blah... Blah... All he does is cry about something. What a big baby. Rebel Love: Gazza is up on his feet. He is tapping Nick Demola on the shoulder for his attention, and then rolled him up in an inside cradle. Cover, 1... Rebel Love: And Demola has his shoulder up. Not even a 2 count for your boys. Johnny Rotten: Yeah, so it was a slow count, at least my guys are in the match and don't whine about it. Rebel Love: I think Demola wants a breather. Johnny Rotten: Are you kidding? He doesn't want a breather, he needs a breather. Someone needs to go get that bulldog we saw over by the dumpster, I'm sure that'll put the air back in him. Gazza: Go ahead and tag, I want Locke. Rebel Love: I could've sworn I heard Demola say thank you. Johnny Rotten: No, that was him saying f*** you to Gazza for making him tag so he can't be everybody's F'N Hero. Rebel Love: Well there is the tag, and Demola and Locke are double-teaming Gazza!!! Johnny Rotten: That is a slippery move, but I expect nothing less from the King of Snakes, Nick Demola. Rebel Love: Demola and Locke going for a double-fist to the mid-section, Gazza saw it and jumped back... And now forward again, double-clothesline by Gazza!!! Johnny Rotten: Yeah, look at Demola running out of the ring. He can't stay in for very long against someone that is smarter than him. Rebel Love: Gazza is running into the ropes... Bouncing off... Johnny Rotten: There is the strut, this ones almost over. Rebel Love: Locke with a quick uppercut to the midsection. Johnny Rotten: Well, it looks like this match could go just a little bit longer. Rebel Love: Locke is up on his feet, he delivered a drop-kick to Gazza putting him down on the mat. Johnny Rotten: A CHEAP move by Locke leads to another move that is even CHEAPER!!! Rebel Love: That it did, but they accomplished what they wanted to do and take Gazza down. Jeremy Locke is now... Tagging Demola back in! Johnny Rotten: Hey, that is fine with me. If he thinks his overweight ass is going to beat these boys, he might just be the one on his team to go down underneath the 1, 2, 3. Rebel Love: Demola and Locke double-teaming Gazza. Saint'an in with a save and he just threw Locke out through the ropes. Johnny Rotten: Yeah!!! Now that is what I'm talking about!!! See how quickly everything shifted? They got the winded Demola tagged back in and they have successfully eliminated the double-team, it doesn't get any better than this. Oh yeah. Victory. I can feel it. Rebel Love: Now that you're off in fantasy land I'll explain the reality. Saint'an and Gazza have Demola and are throwing him into the ropes... Here he comes back, Saint'an and Gazza going to kick, Demola ducks!!! And Demola just got nailed in the face by both boots on what originally would have been a double-gut kick. Johnny Rotten: Definitely. That kick to the midsection really would've done wonders for Demola with his new diet and weight loss plan. [Saint'an is leaving the ring, Demola is sitting up dazed.] Rebel Love: I don't know what Gazza, or even Demola for that matter can do with this match. Johnny Rotten: I know what you mean, this is a stalemate where we MUST have a winner. Now if Gazza would just PIN HIM!!! Rebel Love: Sorry Rotten, Gazza just helped him to his feet and is walking him over to the turn-buckle. Johnny Rotten: NO!!! NO!!! NO!!! NO!!! NO!!! Rebel Love: He has Demola on the top turn-buckle... Demola just grabbed Gazza's legs and fell forward!!! Johnny Rotten: They just threw away the match. Rebel Love: Demola is out cold on top of Gazza. Here comes Saint'an and Locke!!! Cover, 1... [Saint'an throws Locke out of the ring.] 2... [Saint'an starts to kick Demola, but Demola doesn't budge to release the pin.] Rebel Love: 3!!! [Ding, ding, ding!] Norman Myers: Here are your winners... Nick Demola and Jeremy Locke!!! Rebel Love: With the last bit of energy he had left in him, Demola was able to counter Gazza's plans and make the pin. Johnny Rotten: Yeah, but I don't think this match was won as much by his head as it was his 300-plus pound ass. Rebel Love: You might be right on that one, and as soon as Demola gets out of the ring, we'll get on to our next match. Norman Myers: This next match has no time limit and will be wrestled under Hard-core Rules and Regulations... Introducing first... Standing at 5'10"... Weighing in at 235 lbs... Two time tag champion... THE YAWNER!!! [Sweet Dreams by Marilyn Manson fills the arena as The Yawner walks out wearing his very first wrestling attire and is carrying a microphone and holding the Hard-Core Title over his shoulder. He climbs up into the ring and starts to speak.] Yawner: This week has been nothing less of a blast. I gave Jennifer Olson a long, slow ride to a place I haven't been in months. I went home. I know that every single one of you fans is wondering, why is Yawner acting the way he does? Simple reason, I am empty. My soul has lost its energy to keep going and it has come down to this decision, rest or perish. But before I finally go home to rest, I know that there's someone back there who will get in the way of whatever I decide to do. ArcticCat, you got in the way of me leaving last week, and I know that you'll do the same this week too, so if you want a fair chance of stopping me, you come on out here right now. [The scene switches to the backstage area where ArcticCat is telling Barbie to stay in the back. She nods her head and he turns around and walks through the curtain and down the ramp toward the ring. He climbs in and looks directly at Yawner as Yawner begins to speak again.] Yawner: ArcticCat, I didn't call you out here to fight. I called you out here to give you this title belt. [The Yawner holds out the title belt and ArcticCat looks at him suspiciously.] Yawner: Take it man. There is nothing dangerous behind this gift than the gift itself. [ArcticCat slowly starts to reach for the title, then quickly grabs it out of Yawner's hands. ArcticCat holds the title in the air triumphantly...] [Crowd boos.] Yawner: Good. Now if you really want me not to leave here, then you hit me as hard as you can with that thing and knock me out to where I can't go anywhere. [ArcticCat just stands there holding the title looking at Yawner.] Yawner: What's wrong? Do I have to turn my back to make you realize that I'm not setting you up? Hit me!!! [The Yawner turns his back to ArcticCat. He stands waiting to be struck by the title as ArcticCat holds the title up to strike but hesitates. Yawner turns back around to face ArcticCat.] Yawner: Congratulations on being the new Hard-Core champ. I'll be going. [The Yawner climbs out of the ring walking slowly toward the entrance ramp as ArcticCat looks at him in a way of saying a sad thanks. As Yawner approaches the entrance ramp "The Perfect Drug" by Nine Inch Nails hits the speakers and V-8 walks out with a microphone.] V-8: Yawner, there is no way you're leaving here this week without fighting your way out. I'm booked against you, and if you want out of the arena you're going to have to go through me. [V-8 throws down the microphone and starts laying fists into Yawner. Ronnie Riley is in the ring calling for the bell!] [Ding!!! Ding!!! Ding!!!] Rebel Love: V-8 hasn't even made it to the ring yet and the match is underway. Johnny Rotten: V-8 is making Yawner feel the pain outside the ring, laying punch after punch into Yawner. Serves the bastard right for kidnapping poor Jenn Olson! Rebel Love: I've already taught him a lesson or two myself. Yawner has fallen to the ground now and V-8's stomping him... Hold on! Yawner with V-8's leg now! Johnny Rotten: Stomp him V8!!! Rebel Love: V-8 is having trouble keeping his balance here, Oh! Face first into the ramp. Yawner is crawling to his feet and moving backwards up the ramp! Johnny Rotten: Hmm, typical Yawner, he's running away!!! Rebel Love: No, he's turned to face V-8 who's now standing a few meters from him. They're yelling at each other as Yawner walks backwards. Hold on, we're getting audio here... [The two men stand meters away from each other, each staring the other down. ArcticCat weasels his way towards V-8...] V-8: Did you even think for a minute that I'd let you leave this arena tonight without whooping your ass!?! Yawner: I simply came to give that title to ArcticCat... V-8: Well it seems his hold on the belt is going to be even SHORTER than yours was!!!! Johnny Rotten: V-8 has taken the belt from ArcticCat and he knocked him over the head with it!! Hehehe! ArcticCat with a hard fall to the steel ramp! *Crowd Pops!* [V-8 starts walking towards Yawner but Yawner is moving backwards into the backstage area. Barbie runs awkwardly past the two men on her high heels, kneeling beside ArcticCat out on the ramp.] Rebel Love: The men have moved backstage folks, followed by Ronnie Riley and the NWWA camera-men, we are going to have to watch this match on the big screen here. Barbie is making sure ArcticCat is okay out here on the ramp. Johnny Rotten: Look! V-8 is charging at Yawner. Rebel Love: Yawner has stepped to the side and pushed V-8... Johnny Rotten: Ooh that's got to hurt! V-8 crashing his back into the wall. Rebel Love: Yawner wasting no time whatsoever, he's grabbed V-8 and dragging him further backstage and, V-8 is thrown straight into a steel bin! V-8 is covered in litter! Johnny Rotten: Yawner just took V-8 back to his house! Yawner going to have to vacuum the floor of his bin when this match is over! Hehehe! Rebel Love: Yawner has gone for the pin!!! Ronnie Riley with the count! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rebel Love: No! Kick out by V-8. Yawner steps back to look at V-8. [V-8 clambers to his feet and charges at Yawner again, not missing this time. He connects and the two men fall to the floor.] Rebel Love: Don't look now folks but the two men are on the floor entangled in each other! They're awfully close to that flight of stairs leading to the subway. Johnny Rotten: Looks like Yawner could use a little 'train-ing' anyway... Hehehe! Rebel Love: Rotten, that was probably you're worst joke yet. Johnny Rotten: No Rebel, you're my worst joke ever... Hehehe! Rebel Love: *shakes head* The two men are rolling around, Yawner up on top of V-8, Hard right to the face! V-8 rolls Yawner over and, there it is! They're going to go down those stairs... *Crowd Pops!* [Yawner is the first to go, moved by the momentum of V-8 rolling. He grabs onto V-8 as he goes down, pulling V-8 behind him. The two men tumble down the stairs before tumbling to the ground on the edge of the first flight of stairs. The image on the big screen goes a little bumpy as the camera-man follows Ronnie Riley down the stairs in pursuit of the two men. The two men are moving slowly, Yawner pulling himself to his feet, V-8 dragging himself down the last flight of steps...] Rebel Love: Richmond Stadium is one of the stadiums throughout the US to have a direct connection with subway and bus connections. Yawner down the stairs after V-8 who is now pushing his way through the turnstiles. [Yawner bounds over the turnstile but V-8 turns around and clotheslines Yawner. Yawner, unfazed, climbs back to his feet and reaches for the belt from Ronnie Riley's hands. Yawner swings it at V-8, clocking him twice in the face. Both men pause for a moment with the sound of a train tumbling into the station.] Johnny Rotten: Did you just see that?! That Greasy Mexican El TaCo is over near the corner spray painting. He's just noticed Yawner and V-8 and is rolling something over... A baseball bat he has beside him.... Rebel Love: V-8 is headed straight for the open door of that train. Yawner is hot on his heels! V-8 runs inside... Johnny Rotten: The doors are closing! Rebel Love: Yawner at the door now, holding the doors open with his arms outspread. Ronnie Riley and the Camera-man run inside under one of Yawner's arms. [El PaCo is running up behind Yawner. Yawner is holding the doors open to let PaCo inside... But El PaCo cocks back the baseball bat and clocks Yawner in the head with it...] El PaCo: THIS IS FOR YOU JENN OLSON!!! Johnny Rotten: The Baseball Bat has a YawnexxX condom over it! Hehehe! The greasy Mexican giving Yawner a taste of his own, well, you get the picture! Rebel Love: That man has to be stopped, he is probably the worst head of security the sport of wrestling has ever seen!! Yawner has fallen to the ground and the door has closed!!!! El PaCo is seen screaming outside.... El PaCo: THE PACK IS IN NEED OF A NEW LEADER!!!! Johnny Rotten: Oh God, I hope you aren't running for the position you little grease ball!! Rebel Love: Inside the train onlookers are stunned!!! V-8 for the pin on the unconscious Yawner..... 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rebel Love: It's over!! V-8 is going to face Claw for the Hard-core Title real soon and he has Claw's belt to hold hostage until he gets his shot!!! [A dirty man sitting near where the pin occurred gets up and approaches V-8...] Dirty Man: Got any sshhhpare change fella? V8: No! Dirty Man: How bout a ssschiggie? V8: No!! Rebel Love: Oh Christ, V-8 clocked the old man with the title belt. Looks like we have ANOTHER lawsuit on our hands. Johnny Rotten: Hehehe! Oh well, serves him right. Would YOU approach a man built like one of the NWWA wrestlers dressed in tights with no t-shirt on? Rebel Love: Hmm you do have a point there Rotten, for once.... Now lets get this match quickly underway... NORMAN MYERS: First... Coming to the ring the heavyweight champions of the world, Ladies and Gentlemen of Corvallis, Oregon... Please make welcome THHHHHEEEE DDDDOOOLLLLTTTSSS OF Hackensack!!!! [The crowd cheer as The Dolts make there way down near ringside...] Rebel Love: These boys have had a few rough patches but I see a win coming here tonight... Johnny Rotten: Just look at that curtain... The soon to be tag champs are going to run out here and floor them! [Everyone focuses on the entrance way...] Rebel Love: Look at this, XDT has just been dropped down by suspension rope... Johnny Rotten: I thought they got banned after Owen died tragically because of this stunt... Rebel Love: You Can't stop XDT... And look! Lethal Slam and PE take out the Dolts... [Ding, Ding, Ding.] Rebel Love: And the match is underway with our referee being none other than El PaCo. Johnny Rotten: Your good friend... Hehehe! Rebel Love: George and PE starting it off, kick to the midsection by PE and the little fella is on the ground, another kick to the midsection... Johnny Rotten: XDT Style!! Rebel Love: George now being dragged to his feet and a short clothesline and George goes back to the ground. Johnny Rotten: Referee, El PaCo, helping out the Dolts with a big kick to the head of PE!!! Rebel Love: And George being able to get the tag to Lenny... Johnny Rotten: And look at PaCo lay into PE as XDT now make there presence known, Davidian, PC and Lethal all coming to the aid of PE as PaCo flees the ring... Rebel Love: XDT certainly outnumbering everyone with their fellow members at ringside, Lethal Slam now makes the tag and him and Lenny exchange blows. Johnny Rotten: Look at the two powerhouses go at each other, George with a left, Lethal with a Right and... Rebel Love: And Lethal gets the upper hand and sets Lenny up for a... Johnny Rotten: A power bomb!!!! [Crowd pops.] Rebel Love: And XDT wrestler Lethal Slams laughs as Lenny hits the ground hard... Johnny Rotten: What an evil laugh! Rebel Love: Here is the pin! PaCo: 1!!!!!! PaCo: 1.5... Johnny Rotten: What's taking so long? Rebel Love: XDT members asking the same question... Johnny Rotten: What the hell is going on? PaCo: 2... [Lethal now looking at PaCo...] Rebel Love: Lethal lays a shot to PaCo but PaCo counters it and breaks the pin fall by giving a boot to Lethal... [Crowd pops.] Johnny Rotten: PaCo flees the ring and is met by the XDT boys on the outside... [XDT all huddle around PaCo and lay boots in...] Rebel Love: Sweet glory! Johnny Rotten: PaCo looks hurt and PC throwing him back into the ring!!! [PaCo lays hurt in the ring while Lethal applies a nice Chicken Wing Submission On Lenny...] Rebel Love: The Crowd now booing as the Southern Vigilantes stand at the top of the aisle way... Johnny Rotten: What are they doing here?!!! Rebel Love: I don't know, but last week they did an in-ring interview during the Dolts match and I don't think the Dolts were too pleased... [Three members of southern vigilantes stand at the top of the aisle way and look down at the match...] Rebel Love: Lenny now countering the Submission and he is on his feet... ["Dolts" chant starts up...] Johnny Rotten: And Lenny in pain... Rebel Love: But look! Johnny Rotten: Can he reach? Rebel Love: Yes he does and he makes the tag and listen to this Corvallis crowd cheer! Johnny Rotten: And George climbing the ropes as Lenny does a stunner out of the arm bar on lethal... Rebel Love: And a big flying drop-kick! Johnny Rotten: Here's the pin! PaCo: 1!!!!! PaCo: 2!!!!! PaCo: Three!!!! Rebel Love: Kind of fast counting but luckily XDT make the save as PaCo yet again goes sliding under the ropes... Rebel Love: XDT in the ring with George being surrounded... Johnny Rotten: Lenny taking a breather on the outside, George now gets hit... Rebel Love: AND A GANG BASHING ON GEORGE!!!! [George drops to the ground as the Hard-core XDT group start laying in there big black boots...] Rebel Love: And PaCo wanting to come to the rescue but XDT outnumbers him... [The crowd are now on their feet as Double Barrel comes running from the back...] Rebel Love: Shotgun Lee and Colt now running down with there cowboy hats and all! [Double Barrel slide under the bottom rope and into the ring and immediately meet Lethal Slam And PE with an exchange of furious punches...] Rebel Love: PaCo now in the ring and he is helping out the fellow Pack members... Johnny Rotten: Lets get some order out here! [Ding, ding, ding!] Rebel Love: Not like you to call for order... Johnny Rotten: I can't keep track of all this action! Rebel Love: PaCo, Double Barrel and the two XDT members are fighting towards the direction of backstage... Johnny Rotten: Here they come! [A bunch of men all dressed in NWWA attire come down to ringside, the majority deal with Double Barrel, XDT and PaCo...] Rebel Love: And all 5 men are being dragged backstage... Johnny Rotten: Hehehe! But look at Davidian and PC still continue to go at the startled George... Rebel Love: More Officials now coming to the ring and they drag them off George and out to ringside... [The crowd cheer and Boo, most of them are booing as Davidian and PC are celebrating to the crowd for what they did to George...] Rebel Love: Lenny now crying in the corner for some reason. It looks as if he is upset. Johnny Rotten: Never mind about Lenny... Look at the Southern Vigilantes come down toward the ring to all these boos... Rebel Love: Look at this. [Southern Vigilante members have a large Southern Rebel flag which Romper and Lieutenant hold above their heads, waving it proudly...] ROMPER: WHITE POWER!!!! [The crowd meet Tom Romper Curtis with the majority of their empty and almost empty cups...] Rebel Love: And these guys seem to be the most hated in the league already and they haven't even wrestled yet! [Southern Vigilantes jump in the ring and the crowd boos louder.] Johnny Rotten: What are they doing? Rebel Love: I don't know. Johnny Rotten: Whatever it is, I bet it is good! Hehehe! [Boris the manager of Southern vigilante goes for his pocket and pulls out a white KKK mask and drops it on the injured George...] Rebel Love: What was that?!!! What the hell are these people thinking? Johnny Rotten: How pathetic, a white mask? Rebel Love: And the Southern Vigilantes now heading back to the dressing room, leaving the fans in a buzz asking why they would drop a Mask on The Dolts... [Southern Vigilantes jump threw the ropes and XDT members PC and Davidian stand there waiting for them.] [The crowd cheer as XDT approaches the Southern Vigilantes...] Rebel Love: Look at this! You know you're evil if you get heel heat when fighting XDT... Davidian: What is with ruining the show?!!!! Rebel Love: Davidian just pushed Romper and Romper goes back a few steps!!! [Romper now goes charging at Davidian but Boris steps between the two...] Rebel Love: The little man stops these two giants... Boris: (Said to Davidian) Southern vigilantes is not in the mood for fighting a white man, you XDT, we have no trouble with. It is all these ethnic people that disgrace those great American Titles. [Crowd boos.] Boris: But we shall now be on our way... [Boris, Romper and Lieutenant all walk by Davidian and PC. They head back towards the dressing rooms...] Rebel Love: The fans are booing like crazy, as they should. These XDT boys are fairy God mothers compared to this pack of hooligans known as the Southern Vigilantes. Johnny Rotten: Oh good, here comes Cortez now... [The fans boo like always as Cortez runs out in his referee attire he heads to Norman Myers and Whispers something in his ear...] Johnny Rotten: What is the outcome?!! [Norman grabs the microphone and turns to the crowd...] NORMAN MYERS: Ladies and Gentlemen, Due to Double Barrel's Blatant interference... And due to referee El PaCo not being able to adjudicate properly, Cortez Vez has concluded that XDT are your winners by disqualification... So here are your winners... The Xtreme Dream Team!! Johnny Rotten: Nuts!!! Another good match put to waste... Rebel Love: Well ladies and Gentlemen I promise you one thing... If we lobby for a new head of security I guarantee no more shady outcomes like this one. As a matter of fact, I'm booking this match for next week... Double Barrel vs XDT in a contender's match with a stipulation of NO disqualification , anything goes style match. [The crowd chants "Rebel".] Rebel Love: That was a disappointing title match, but that doesn't mean the rest of the night will be spoiled! We still have a main event of Butcher and PC, so stay tuned... [Scene fades to a promo for the next NWWA Pay Per View... NWWA Love to Hate: Spoiled Rotten.] Rebel Love: OK, we're ready for our next contest and it's for none other than the U.S. Hard-core Championship. Johnny Rotten: Claw has held that title longer than he should, but I really don't want to see Pissant holding the title either. This is one of those horrible matches where I really don't care who wins. Rebel Love: Lighten up, Johnny. You may see some blood in this match. Johnny Rotten: Oh, you're just trying to make me feel better. Rebel Love: Here's Norman Myers with the call. Norman Myers: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the U.S. Hard-core Title. Introducing first... Standing 6'5" tall and weighing in at 263 pounds... The man who has fought over 100 fights... Multiple champion in several federations... Faaaaaaaalcooooooon!! ["Unprediktable" by Mystikal blasts on the speakers and the Falcon steps out onto the ramp way in his black jeans and his Atlanta Falcons #32 jersey, with his black and white bandanna on his head. He is carrying a miniature bat with him. He starts strutting to the ring, taking off the jersey and bandanna and throwing it to the fans as he climbs into the squared circle. The crowd gives a moderate pop, but it is increasingly better than the week before.] Rebel Love: This is only his third match in the NWWA and he's getting a shot at the U.S. Title. What do you think about that, Johnny? Johnny Rotten: Gee, that's a loaded question since you're the one who booked the match and since you're the one that controls my paycheck. I'll answer with a "no comment." Norman Myers: And his opponent..... [The crowd rises to their feet as the lights dim to an earth brown color. There is a HUGE roar.] Rebel Love: DAMN!! Claw's getting real popular lately. Johnny Rotten: Again, no comment. Norman Myers: Coming down to ringside... weighing in at 256 pounds and standing 6'6 tall... he is the NWWA United States Hard-core Champion... The self proclaimed Best Natural Fighter in the World... The 5 time North American Bear Wrestling Champion, the 1998 World Bear Wrestling Champion... He is.... CLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAW!!!!!!!!!! [Three green spotlights hit the top of the ramp, and the curtains part. The crowd gets louder and louder, until finally Claw steps through the curtains minus the belt. He has a much fiercer look on his face than usual. When he gets to the apron, he raises his hands in the air in Frank Peregrine's hand signal.] Johnny Rotten: Hehehe...two guys who want to fight Frank Peregrine for the world title and yet they're stuck fighting each other. I love it. [Claw then jumps from the apron and goes to the announcer's table and picks up a headset.] Claw: Before we do this, I just want to say for the record that I had nothing to do with Bradley's attack last week. I have no idea who did it, and Frank Peregrine is a fucking liar. [Claw drops the headset and returns to the ring.] Rebel Love: Strong words from the U.S. champ. Johnny Rotten: Phony denials like that are often done in a strong manner. Rebel Love: So you believe that Claw attacked Bradley? Johnny Rotten: Let's just say that O.J. was denying a hell of a lot too. [Ding, ding, ding.] Rebel Love: And Falcon starts off early by swinging that tiny bat at Claw's head. He didn't come close, but he's backing Claw off. Johnny Rotten: You know what they say about guys with tiny bats...... Rebel Love: Don't say it, Rotten. Falcon swings with the bat again and CLAW CATCHES THE BAT AND PLANTS FALCON WITH A RIGHT HAND!!! HE HAS THE BAT NOW AND HE'S POUNDING IT ON FALCON'S BACK!!! Johnny Rotten: Falcon's getting out of the ring for a breather, but Claw's coming right out after him. [Claw gets out of the ring and comes up behind Falcon, but Falcon immediately grabs his arm and tosses him over his shoulder.] Rebel Love: Nice move by Falcon. He's now stomping on Claw. Picks him up by the hair and drives his head onto the ring apron. Johnny Rotten: The past two weeks have been hell for Claw Richens. He barely beat Saint 'An and got put into the hospital for that. He somehow managed to scrape by with a win over C-Murder but was again sent to the hospital....now he's fighting Falcon in another hard-core match. Rebel Love: No doubt. Claw's body has taken a beating lately. [Falcon tries to whip Claw into the guard rail, but Claw reverses and sends him back first into the rail. Claw follows up with a high knee lift to Falcon's jaw.] Rebel Love: Claw really getting aggressive tonight. Perhaps he finally realizes that he can't afford to be in any more long, drawn out wars. Johnny Rotten: I hope you're wrong there. I may not like Claw personally, but I love his long, drawn out wars. Rebel Love: Me too. Claw tosses Falcon back into the ring, but Falcon quickly on his feet and kicks Claw in the face as he gets on the apron. Falcon now grabs Claw in a front chancery. Big suplex by Falcon to bring Claw back into the ring. Johnny Rotten: Falcon's now got a hammer lock on Claw...Claw sits out...turns it into a wrist lock....Falcon somersaults out of it and applies a wrist lock of his own. Rebel Love: Falcon with a fireman's carry into an arm bar. Claw reverses it and applies a side head lock. Great wrestling by these two. Johnny Rotten: Maybe I should throw them a chair. Rebel Love: Falcon pushes Claw into the ropes, but Claw comes back with a shoulder block which sends his opponent down. Now Claw is just biting Falcon in the ear!! He's stomping his fingers!!! He's gouging his eyes!!! Johnny Rotten: Claw's getting dirty!!! Rebel Love: The fans like it! Claw is now choking Falcon and now he lets go BUT DELIVERS A LOW BLOW!!! Damn! Claw is going all out!! He's now grabbing something from his tights. It's a set of keys. HE'S TRYING TO GOUGE HIS EYES OUT WITH THOSE KEYS!!! Johnny Rotten: He missed Falcon's eyes but he made a small gash above Falcon's right eyebrow. Just a trickle of blood now, but it looks promising. ["Paranoid" by MAC hits the P.A system!!!!] Rebel Love: Oh damn it! It's him! Johnny Rotten: This match has just been taken up a notch!!! Hehehe! C-MURDER IS HERE!!!! Rebel Love: Obviously he is going to attack Claw and cost him his title. That son of a bitch! [C-Murder walks down the isle coolly and calmly. He is wearing his Wrestling attire. He sees Claw and Falcon Wrestling. Claw doesn't see C-Murder yet...] Johnny Rotten: Ohhhhh!! Claw just threw Falcon over the top rope and I think Pissant... Uhh... Falcon... Hit his head on the guard rail. He did!!! He's busted wide open!!!!!! IT'S A FREAKIN' BLOOD BATH!!!!! Rebel Love: What's C-Murder doing?! [C-Murder walks over towards Falcon...] Johnny Rotten: HERE WE GO!!!!!! [C-Murder begins to lay some boots into the ribs of Falcon!!!!! Claw still doesn't see what is going on!!!!!! C-Murder with anger is taking it all out on Falcon!!!!!] Rebel Love: What the hell?! C-MURDER IS HELPING CLAW OUT!!!!!! C-MURDER IS HELPING CLAW OUT!!!!!! I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!! Johnny Rotten: EVERYONE IN THE BUILDING IS GOING CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!! [Claw finally sees what C-Murder is doing and has a confused look on his sweaty face. C-Murder rams Falcon's head into the guard rail. Claw steps through the ropes and taps C-Murder on the shoulder. C-Murder turns around and looks at Claw...] Rebel Love: Claw throwing his arms in the air asking C-Murder what the hell he is doing. Are they friends? What's the deal here? Johnny Rotten: We'll find out. Just keep watching. WHAT ACTION!!!! [C-Murder motions for a microphone. He is given one by Norman Myers. The referee will not stop this match, but looks confused as well...] C-Murder: Claw... I've been doing a little thinking this past week. I've been really thinking about my career and other things. I watched our classic Hard-core match again on my V.C.R. What a classic! Do all you people in this arena think that when me and Claw get into a NWWA ring... SHIT HITS THE FAN?!?!?! [The crowd go WILD!!!!!! They begin to start up a "Hard-core" chant...] C-Murder: You hear that Claw? Now imagine me and you were on the same team... You'd be hearing MUCH MORE cheers and LOUDER cheers than that! Rebel Love: What is he getting at? C-Murder: So... I'll make this short Claw. How about me and you... Have another fight? BUT... Not on different teams... ON THE SAME TEAM!?!!!! [The crowd all stand up and CHEER!!!] Johnny Rotten: WHAT?!?! Rebel Love: HE WANTS TO FORM AN ALLIANCE WITH CLAW?!?!?! Oh boy would that be a team to remember!!! What will Claw say?! C-Murder: Think about it Claw. Me and you together man... UNSTOPPABLE. That's exactly what me and you would be. UN-FREAKIN-STOPPABLE. [Claw looks at the fans and they are cheering him on, telling him to align with C-Murder...] Rebel Love: What's Claw going to do?! Johnny Rotten: HE'S... HE'S... Rebel & Rotten together: SHAKING HANDS WITH C-MURDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Claw is smiling from ear to ear. So is C-Murder...] Rebel Love: Jesus Christ these guys are going to be truly hard to beat. Johnny Rotten: LOOK OUT!!!!!!!!! [C-MURDER JUST CLOCKED CLAW OVER THE FOREHEAD WITH A CROWBAR HE HAD HIDING BEHIND HIS TRUNKS!!!!!!!!!!!! CLAW IS DOWN ON THE GROUND BUSTED WIDE OPEN FROM THAT CROWBAR SHOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FALCON IS STARTING TO MOVE NOW!!!!!!!! THE CROWD ARE BOOING C-MURDER LIKE NEVER BEFORE!!!!!! THEY REALLY HATE THIS MAN!!!!!!!!] C-Murder: HAHAHAHA!!!! Claw... Did you honestly believe that I would actually team up with you?! I DON'T THINK SO YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!!!! You callin' me chump change? I'm not the one who's living in a motherfuckin' bear cave you stupid bastard!!!! One more thing... You best to keep this belt and give me my rematch you dumb jackass!! Or this war will NEVER EVER end!!!! THE SAGA CONTINUES.... HAHAHAHA!!!!!!! [The crowd BOO HEAVILY as C-Murder throws the microphone and it hits Claws chest. C-Murder walks off like nothing happened...] Rebel Love: That man will NEVER be trusted. I don't know how his Pentagon buddies trust him. He is a snake!! Johnny Rotten: But you got to love the action!!!! Hehehe!!!! Rebel Love: And the action is going to continue because Falcon is up and he's taking it to the lifeless Claw now. He picks him up and SLAMS HIM ON TOP OF THE STEEL STAIRS!!! HE'S GOING FOR THE COVER. CORTEZ VEZ WITH THE COUNT.... 1... 2... 3!!! NO!!! I THOUGHT FALCON HAD THE TITLE, BUT NO... CORTEZ VEZ IS SAYING THAT CLAW GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!! Johnny Rotten: It looks like both men are going to want a piece of C-Murder after this. Rebel Love: No doubt. Falcon picking Claw up... He is going to... HE' GOING TO PILE DRIVE HIM ON THE FLOOR!!!! HE DOES!!! PILE DRIVER!! Johnny Rotten: WE HAVE A NEW CHAMP!!! 1..... 2....... NO!!! CLAW IS SOOOO RESILIENT!!! Johnny Rotten: Falcon throws Claw back into the ring and follows him in. He's got Claw set up for an Irish whip... Claw reverses... HE'S GOT A SLEEPER ON FALCON!!! [Suddenly a falcon's shriek is heard and the lights go dim... "Holy Diver" by Dio plays and the crowd jumps to their feet. The lights rise and Frank "The Falcon" Peregrine enters at the top of the ramp pushing a stroller. His 11 month old son is smiling and clapping, oblivious to the carnage surrounding him.] Johnny Rotten: YEAH!! Maybe every member of Pentagon will show up for this match. Rebel Love: What the hell is he doing here? Johnny Rotten: He's the god damned HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!! He can go where he pleases. I seem to recall a former champion thinking along those same lines once upon a time. Rebel Love: Yeah, well, Falcon and Claw have stopped fighting in the ring. Peregrine has a microphone in his hand. [Peregrine is wearing the world title on his waist and walks up the ramp slowly while talking. He leaves the stroller and baby behind. A man in a yellow shirt takes charge of it.] Peregrine: Claw, I just wanted to tell you that I think your plan was brilliant!! Rebel Love: Peregrine's really trying to stir shit between Claw and Butcher. Peregrine: The way you kicked Bradley's ass just before the match last week. I know for certain that there was no way that he was going to give you a world title shot. I don't blame you, Claw. You did what you had to. [Falcon and Claw are now directly above Peregrine who has made his way to ringside. Falcon is saying something to the champ.] Peregrine: Easy...easy, Pissant. I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to the man that attacked his best friend to get a shot at this title. Rebel Love: It looks like both men are pissed at Peregrine. DOUBLE LA PLANCHA ONTO PEREGRINE!!! THEY BOTH JUMPED ON THE CHAMP AND NOW THEY'RE WORKING TOGETHER AND PUMMELING HIM!!!! Johnny Rotten: Figures!!! That's the only way they can hurt Peregrine. By double teaming him. [Peregrine rakes both men's eyes and Claw seems to get the worst of it. Peregrine then runs up the ramp and Falcon follows him. When Peregrine gets to the stroller, he takes out his son and holds him between himself and Falcon. The crowd gives the biggest friggin' BOO they ever gave in their lives.] Rebel Love: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!! PEREGRINE IS USING HIS OWN SON AS A SHIELD AGAINST FALCON!!! FALCON HAS STOPPED DEAD IN HIS TRACKS. IF HE ATTACKS PEREGRINE, HE RUNS THE RISK OF HURTING THE BABY. Johnny Rotten: Damn, that's more wicked than even I can handle!!! Look!! Claw has grabbed a chair and he's walking up the ramp to join Falcon. Rebel Love: I doubt Claw would swing that chair at Peregrine when he's holding a... HOLY CRACKER BARREL!!! HE JUST NAILED FALCON IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THAT CHAIR!!! PEREGRINE TAKES HIS KID AND RUNS OFF!!!! FALCON IS HURT!!! Johnny Rotten: Claw saw an opening and took it. Now he's hitting Falcon again with that chair. AND AGAIN!! AND AGAIN!!! MAN, HE'S DESTROYING FALCON!!! Rebel Love: That chair is almost as deformed as Buster!!! Claw is now setting it on the floor. He's setting Falcon up....TOMBSTONE PILE-DRIVER ON THE CHAIR!!! CORTEZ VEZ IS THERE!!!! 1...... 2...... 3!!!!!!!!!!! CLAW RETAINS HIS TITLE ONCE AGAIN!!!! Johnny Rotten: Falcon turned his back on his opponent and suffers his first loss in the NWWA!!!! Rebel Love: I don't know if you credit that loss to Frank "The Falcon" Peregrine or to the sudden aggressive nature of Claw. Johnny Rotten: Who cares? The Pissant lost. Rebel Love: But Claw is still without his title. V8 is now carrying his strap... Johnny Rotten: Good to see everybody having fun passing it around... Rebel Love: But let's not forget that Claw is still the NWWA Hard-core Champ. Johnny Rotten: Guess what time it is... Rebel Love: Main event time! Norman looks ready in the ring, I hope The Butcher is in good condition... Johnny Rotten: So The Crippler can have a clean slate to start with? Rebel Love: We'll see about that, half a Butcher can beat a Crippler any day... Johnny Rotten: Hehehe! Good one! [Rebel looks at Rotten with a serious face...] Johnny Rotten: Oh, you weren't joking? Well, XDT will prevail, you'll see. [Rat Salad from Black Sabbath rips through the speakers, and the Oregon crowd hits their feet in unison!] Norman Myers: From Portland Oregon!! He weighs in at two hundred and fifty two pounds... The former NWWA World Champion... MAX "THE BUTCHER" BRADLEY!! [The curtains part at the top of the entrance ramp, and Max Bradley pushes through...] [CROWD POPS!] Rebel Love: The Former Champ doesn't look so good... [Bradley walks out with a crutch under his left arm, he has his left leg wrapped and he still has bandages and a support around his midsection.] Rebel Love: Bradley is limping down to the ring, he doesn't look like he has healed much, he still isn't putting any weight on that injured leg... Johnny Rotten: Hey, it's his decision to come out here... Jimmy Hinh has an injury right now and he is playing it smart and staying out of the ring, but this Bradley character just doesn't know when to quit! Rebel Love: Bradley has a big heart, no doubt about that... Johnny Rotten: Too bad he is short on brains... Hehehe! Norman Myers: And his opponent... The leader of the Xtreme Dream Team... A Former NWWA World Tag Team Champion... Weighing in at 297 pounds and standing 6'4" tall... The Polish Crippler!!!! [Crippler comes through the curtains by himself. He walks into a dark arena with red smoke surrounding the entrance ramp, images of hell and other evil crap are playing on the video screen. The Polish Crippler walks to the ring with a meaningful stride and enters the ring eager to get the fight started...] Rebel Love: Ravage is the referee for this match, he is taking that crutch away from The Butcher and checking to make sure that both men are wearing legal equipment. Johnny Rotten: Everything must be good because Ravage is out of there and calling for the bell... [Ding, ding, ding.] Johnny Rotten: Let the crippling begin!! Hehehe! Rebel Love: Here comes PC moving in... He drops down! P.C. with a Fireman's carry and he flips The Butcher down onto the mat... Now he follows up with a reverse chin-lock... The former champ is in trouble already. Johnny Rotten: In trouble?! If a reverse chin-lock puts him in trouble then he should have never held the NWWA World Title! Rebel Love: Well I wouldn't say he is in danger of submitting, but it isn't good to not be in control right from the start, especially when you're injured going into the ring and facing a man with a reputation like The Polish Crippler... Johnny Rotten: OK, I get where you're coming from... Hey! The Crippler is on the move... Rebel Love: He had The Butcher fading and he turned that reverse chin-lock into a crossface chickenwing... Johnny Rotten: The Warsaw Deathlock!!!! It's over already!!! [Crowd boos.] Johnny Rotten: Why are these idiotic fans booing? This move is awesome! Rebel Love: We've got company... Johnny Rotten: What?! Who? [The camera turns to the entrance ramp where Davidian is making his way down to ringside...] Johnny Rotten: This spells even more trouble for Bradley... Hehehe! Rebel Love: Ravage sees Davidian coming down and he is over to the edge of the ring warning him not to get involved in this match-up... Johnny Rotten: He's tapping out... Bradley is tapping out!!! Rebel Love: No, he is struggling to get to the ropes... Johnny Rotten: He's tapping out!!! Where is Ravage?!? Rebel Love: You may be right, he may be tapping out but Ravage is over warning Davidian... Johnny Rotten: RAVAGE YOU IDIOT!! Rebel Love: The Butcher is into the ropes... He has made it to safety!!! Johnny Rotten: NOOO!!! He gave up already!! Rebel Love: I think it just looked like he was tapping when he was struggling to get to the ropes, but in any event Ravage has turned around and he is forcing The Crippler to break the hold and sending him back to his corner... Ravage now is making sure that The Butcher is alert... [Ravage helps Bradley to his feet, but Bradley stumbles back toward his corner and falls backwards into it...] Rebel Love: Bradley isn't looking good... Do you think he still has some lasting effects from the beating his head took last week? He was placed in the talon and hit with the predator by the current World Champ, those moves must have taken their toll... Johnny Rotten: I don't feel sorry for the sap, if he was injured then he shouldn't have come to the ring... Rebel Love: Bradley uses the ropes to stand up and he pushes Ravage back out of the way... Here comes The Crippler... Johnny Rotten: Round two! Hehehe! Rebel Love: Bradley lunges toward P.C. Double leg takedown!!!! Johnny Rotten: He fell forward and got lucky... Rebel Love: Bradley now is following up with some right hands to the head... Johnny Rotten: The Crippler is covering up... Those are glancing blows. Rebel Love: P.C. is turning over to his stomach and trying to get to his knees... But Bradley applies a hammer lock on The Crippler... Johnny Rotten: Ooooh, that move can cause some serious pain, but I don't think he'll make an athlete the caliber of P.C. give up with it... Rebel Love: At least Bradley is keeping control of this match, the longer he can do that the better off he'll be... Bradley releases the hold and moves quickly down The Crippler's body... Step over toe hold!! Bradley is bridging back... Johnny Rotten: Look at him wince in pain trying that bridge... Rebel Love: He got it... ROSE CITY RINGER applied!!! I'm afraid you're right though, that bridge seems to be causing Bradley a lot of pain... Whatever is wrong with Bradley's midsection is really bothering him... He must have some internal injuries... Johnny Rotten: Received at the hand of Claw... Rebel Love: I find that hard to believe. The Pentagon is probably the source of those injuries... But Bradley still has his finisher applied... He has really turned this match around! Ravage is in there checking for a submission... HEY!!! Johnny Rotten: Hehehe! Davidian just pulled The Crippler's hand over to the ropes... Great teamwork!!!! Rebel Love: Ravage is admonishing Davidian, but Bradley is going to have to break that hold now... Johnny Rotten: This is why the Xtreme Dream Team is the most dominate force in the NWWA today, they just can't be beat!! Hehehe! Rebel Love: That remains to be seen... [Ravage separates the two again and sends P.C. back to his corner where Davidian meets him for a strategy session...] Rebel Love: I'm not sure if Ravage should even allow Bradley to continue... He is doubled over in pain... Johnny Rotten: Internal injuries might be the right call Rebel, maybe you're not as dumb as you look. Rebel Love: Shut up Johnny, before I hurt you. [Bradley nods to Ravage that he is OK to continue and he moves back allowing The Crippler to move back in towards Bradley in his corner...] Johnny Rotten: Round three!! Hehehe! Rebel Love: Davidian is up on the apron... Ravage is over making sure he doesn't interfere, but what an advantage Davidian is for The Crippler at ringside, Butcher is half crippled, does he really need help to beat him? Johnny Rotten: Better safe then sorry... Hehehe! Rebel Love: The Crippler nails an uppercut and Bradley is dazed!! [The Polish Crippler uses a foreign red substance from his mouth that he spits into the eyes of Bradley...] Rebel Love: What the hell was that?! Butcher is holding his eyes... Being blinded caused him to lose his equilibrium... I don't think he even knows where he is... That dirty Polack is going across the ring... Here he comes towards Butcher with a head of steam... BLOOD WASHED EYES!! He nailed Bradley... Johnny Rotten: Hehehe! What a master plan executed by XDT!!! Rebel Love: The Crippler is now applying the WARSAW DEATHLOCK!!!! Bradley is in a world of hurt!! Johnny Rotten: The end is near... Davidian is down off the apron and Ravage sees the hold... He is checking for a submission... Rebel Love: I don't believe what I'm seeing... Bradley is tapping out!!! [Ding, ding, ding!] [Crowd boos.] Rebel Love: Davidian has a trash can from under the ring... What is that smell?! Johnny Rotten: I don't know, but it sure is strong! Rebel Love: Here come Lethal Slam and The Polish Eagle down the entrance ramp... What does XDT have in mind here?! Johnny Rotten: I don't know, but I can't wait to find out... Hehehe! [The Polish Eagle comes to ringside and once Ravage is done telling Norman Myers the official decision he pulls him out of the ring by his feet...] Rebel Love: The Eagle and Lethal Slam are double teaming Ravage... They can't do that to a NWWA official... Johnny Rotten: Whose going to stop them? Certainly not the NWWA Head of Security... Hehehe! Rebel Love: That greasy Mexican is good for absolutely nothing... Davidian now is lighting a fire in that garbage can... The Polish Crippler still hasn't released the Warsaw Deathlock... Bradley is passing out from the pain... ["Claw" chant starts in the crowd.] Johnny Rotten: Woah, that fire must be HOT!!! I can feel it from here!! Rebel Love: Now what's the Crippler got? A BRANDING IRON!!? Johnny Rotten: And what's Davidian got? He is going over to Bradley who is out cold and cutting that wrapping off of his left leg with a knife... [When the skin is exposed a nasty wound can be seen on The Butcher's leg. Just over a week ago all the skin was ripped off, it is just starting to heal but still looks horrid.] Rebel Love: He fought two matches with his leg like that? WHY!??! Johnny Rotten: Because he is stupid!!! That's why... Look at that branding iron... Is it an upside down cross? Rebel Love: It is and The Crippler is heating it up in that barrel... I can't believe what the Xtreme Dream Team is going to do here... They've gone too far!!! Johnny Rotten: Gone too far? They're just getting started!!! Hehehe! Rebel Love: Crippler now pulling out that branding iron to check and see how hot it is... Guess it isn't done cooking yet because he stuck it back into the barrel... Davidian is over now, it looks like they're preparing to brand Bradley's injured leg... WHERE THE HELL IS SECURITY???!!! Johnny Rotten: Who cares!? I, for one, can't wait to smell The Butcher's skin burn... Hehehe! [The Polish Crippler pulls the branding iron out of the barrel again, this time it is glowing red hot. A muffled clattering sound is heard on one of the head sets... Davidian goes over to Bradley and turns his leg to be branded...] ["Claw" chant dies out.] Johnny Rotten: Rebel Love just left the announcer's table... What the hell does he think he is doing?! [Rebel Love enters the ring carrying his Rebel Scepter that he clocked C-Murder with when C-Murder lost the U.S. Hard-core title to Claw Richens... He comes up behind P.C. just before he brands Bradley and turns him around by grabbing his shoulder and turning him...] Johnny Rotten: Rebel Love just clocked P.C. with that scepter!!! P.C. is down... Rebel kicks the branding iron across the ring away from Davidian, but Davidian is wielding a knife and he is coming at Rebel!! Hehehe! Love is going to get slaughtered!! [CROWD POPS!!] Johnny Rotten: These Oregonians are really getting a treat tonight... Rebel Love against XDT!!! [Rebel waits for Davidian to swing with the knife, then grabs the hand and throws Davidian through the ropes to the outside... Rebel goes up to the top rope with lightning quick speed...] Johnny Rotten: Rebel Love from the top to the outside on Davidian with a double ax handle!!! Davidian dropped the knife... Rebel has put away his scepter... Now Rebel is walking Davidian up the ramp to the backstage area... [Rebel gives Davidian a head cracker on the entrance ramp and leaves him laying on the ramp way as he returns to the announce table...] Rebel Love: That's what I call taking out the trash... Johnny Rotten: But P.C. and The Butcher are still out of it in the ring... [THE LIGHTS GO OUT!] Rebel Love: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT'S GOING ON NOW?! Johnny Rotten: I got no freakin' idea! It is TOTAL BLACKNESS in the arena! What the hell is going on?! Rebel Love: It must be that new guy known as Falcon again... Johnny Rotten: You mean Pissant? [The lights come back on...] Rebel Love: The lights are back on! Good. The Polish Crippler and Max Bradley are still down on the ground after what was a classic match. This one will be remembered for awhile. Johnny Rotten: What's that noise? Rebel Love: What noise you idiot? I don't hear anything. [All of a sudden, a black limousine pulls up down the isle!] Johnny Rotten: THAT NOISE! THAT ENGINE NOISE! What is this limousine doing here now?! Rebel Love: Don't ask me. I've got no idea what the hell is going on anymore! My best guess is that the Dolt brothers are going to jump out of the trunk... Johnny Rotten: Hehehe! [Out of the limousine, A tall handsome man steps out of the drivers seat. He has a clean shaven face. He has long black hair tied to the back. He is wearing a nice silky white top, a pair of black business pants. He has a gold chain around his muscular neck. He seems to be a little arrogant and cocky about himself. He closes the door of the limousine...] Rebel Love: Who the HELL is this guy?! He is pretty big for a chauffeur... Johnny Rotten: Who is this pretty boy son of a bitch?! Rebel Love: You can't say that on nationwide TV! Johnny Rotten: Who cares? THIS IS THE NWWA! ANYTHING GOES! Rebel Love: What's this guy doing?! Isn't he going to let the real visitor out of the back of the limousine?! [The tall handsome man walks into the ring as the crowd don't know whether to cheer him or boo him. He steps between the ropes and continues to smile. He looks down at Max Bradley and Polish Crippler...] Johnny Rotten: Uh Oh. Rebel Love: Ohh noooo... Don't tell me?! IS HE?! Johnny Rotten: I THINK he is. I think he is going to beat the living crap out of both Max Bradley and the Polish Crippler! Rebel Love: WHERE THE HELL IS THE SECURITY!? [The tall man bends down and grabs Max Bradley's hair. The tall muscular man whispers something into his ear and picks him up off the floor and holds him up by the neck...] Rebel Love: What the hell is this lunatic going to do!? [The tall man lifts Max Bradley up over his head into a Gorilla Press Slam. The tall man smiles and THROWS Max Bradley OVER the top rope and Bradley goes RIGHT THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD OF THE LIMOUSINE!!!!!!!!!!] Johnny Rotten: OH MY GOD!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!? Rebel Love: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS MANIAC DOING?!?! MAX BRADLEY COULD BE DEAD RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!! SOMEONE COME DOWN AND HELP OUT!!!! THIS MAD MAN SHOULD BE PUT IN JAIL FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!!!!!!! [The crowd boo for what just happened to their home state hero. The tall man now walks over to the Polish Crippler...] Johnny Rotten: He's going to do it to P.C now too! Jesus Christ! Somebody get help out here!! [The Polish Crippler gets up off the mat. The tall man kicks Polish Crippler in the gut and pile-drives him on to the mat...] Rebel Love: Jesus! That was executed beautifully! But somebody get this freakin' maniac out of this building!!!!! [The tall man picks up P.C off the ground and gets him above his head in a Gorilla Press Slam. The tall man smiles and THROWS P.C OVER the top rope and Polish Crippler LANDS RIGHT THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD!!!! HE IS LAYING ACROSS THE BLOODY MAX BRADLEY!!!!!] [Crowd pops!] Rebel Love: OHHH MY GOD!!!!! POLISH CRIPPLER WENT HEAD FIRST RIGHT THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD OF THE CAR!!!!! JESUS CHRIST!!!!! WHAT IS THIS MAN THINKING?!?! THIS IS SOME KIND OF DERANGED LIMOUSINE DRIVER!! WHO IS THIS FREAKIN' WACKO!?!! THE SON OF A BITCH COULD OF KILLED THESE TWO GREAT WRESTLERS!!!!!! Johnny Rotten: Even I like to see hard-core things but this is just out of control. This man needs to be arrested. He has no business here. Rebel Love: He's motioning for a microphone now! What the hell could this idiot have to say?! [The tall man grabs the microphone off of Norman Myers. He walks around the ring once and looks at the fans with a smile. The fans are actually cheering for this guy...] Rebel Love: WHY THE HECK ARE THESE FANS CHEERING?! Johnny Rotten: THEY WANT HARD-CORE ACTION!!!!!!!!!!! Rebel Love: This isn't HARD-CORE... This is DISGUSTING. [The tall man puts one hand of his in his pocket and is holding the microphone with his other hand. He smiles. This man has class...] Man: Ladies and gentleman... Boys and girls... Children of all ages. I'd like to introduce myself to all you NWWA-ites out there. My name is Denis Tyler. But I am referred to as... "The Soul Assassin". [The crowd cheer and the man pauses and looks at the crowd...] Rebel Love: THE SOUL ASSASSIN?! THIS GUY IS NUTS! I'm going to check up on this bastard later! Johnny Rotten: Watch the language. Rebel Love: SHUT UP! [The crowd begin to start up a "Ass-ass-in" chant...] Man: Please, fans, stop. There will be time for cheering me later. Right now though, I have to talk about things that are on my mind. Rebel Love: Ohhhh great! Johnny Rotten: Pass me a pillow! Hehehe! Man: For over a year now I have been watching Wrestling. Rebel Love: Great, another smuck who watches wrestling and actually thinks he can compete... Man: I have been in the gym training for my chance to someday be in a Wrestling ring with the likes of Nick Demola, Nytro, Lord Raphio, people with that kind of credibility. So I was browsing through my cable TV at home one day and I happened to tune in to an edition of the NWWA. All I can say about the NWWA is... Phenomenal. The NWWA is truly where the big boys fight. Not play. So I thought for months and months and months on how to make my entrance into the NWWA. So finally, on a late Thursday night, I was with a couple of my friends and we thought of what I delivered to you great fans here tonight. [The crowd cheer louder...] Man: I'm not going to start at the bottom and go to the top. I'M GOING TO START WITH THE BIG BOYS!!! So let me ask all you big boys in here something... Do you REALLY want to fight the greatest Wrestler ever to hit this sport? Well I don't give a damn whether you do or you don't because quite frankly, YOUR ASSES GOT NO CHOICE!!!!! [The crowd go CRAZY!!] Rebel Love: What is this moron going on about!? Man: That's right. No choice what so ever in the matter. I'm DEMANDING... That I... "The Soul Assassin" Denis Tyler... Get a WORLD TITLE match... NEXT WEEK right here on NWWA Sunday Night Madness!!!!!! Johnny Rotten: WHAT?!?! Rebel Love: A WORLD TITLE SHOT?!?! [The crowd are going crazy. They break out into another "Assassin" chant...] Rebel Love: He hasn't beaten ANYONE. This guy must be CRAZY if he thinks he is going to get a WORLD TITLE shot next week! Man: If I don't get that world title shot. Weeeelllll... Let me just say that things will begin to HEAT UP around here. And if no one knows what I mean by that statement... Hahaha... You will all see very VERY shortly. [The man looks down at the broken windshield and laughs at the site of Max Bradley and Polish Crippler covered in blood...] Man: What I did to these two guys will be no different to what I do to every single person in the NWWA if my world title shot is not delivered. Have I made my point? Or should the blood bath continue? [From out of the isle way walks... HAVOC HATE!!!!!!!!!! "Everything About You" by Ugly Kid Joe blasts over the speakers...] Rebel Love: YES!!!! Hate will straighten out this lunatic!! Johnny Rotten: YEAH!!! YOU GO HATE!!! Hehehe!! Seriously though, who does this guy think he is?! [Havoc seems to be a ticked off and steps through the ring ropes with his theme music still blasting. Denis Tyler just continues to smile at him and have an arrogant, cocky look on his face...] Hate: WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?! [The crowd BOO Havoc Hate!] Man: I'm "The Soul Assassin" pal. You wanna try me and find out why they gave me that name? Hate: SHUT UP and listen for a second. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU FREAKIN' ARE?! You wander out here like some maniac and pull up in your little black limousine RIGHT IN THE ENTRANCE WAY!!!!! Then... You begin to demand things like you're a household name!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! Man: Listen... OLD MAN... [The crowd laugh at that comment as does Tyler, who laughs under his breath...] Man: I'm not here to play 20 questions or even make friends. I'm just here to get what I deserve and that's a NWWA World Heavyweight shot at the title. That's all. Hate: WAS THERE ANY NEED FOR PEOPLE TO GET INJURED?! YOU COULD OF JUST CAME OUT HERE AND CHALLENGED THE CHAMPION, BUT NO, YOU DECIDED TO PUT TWO GREAT WRESTLERS RIGHT THROUGH A LIMOUSINE WINDSHIELD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Man: Look... That was just to prove that I'm not some joke walking into the NWWA and demanding a world title shot. I can handle myself. Put me up against the NWWA champion and you will witness that I am not a joke. I am FOR REAL. Hate: You want a world title shot huh? Well guess what? Man: What's that? Hate: YOUR NOT GETTING ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bwah haha! [The crowd boo as the camera focuses on Hate's pissed off face...] Hate: Who have you beaten to deserve a world title shot? NO ONE. The NWWA is a competitive organization as you acknowledged, nobody, and I really do mean nobody can just walk in here and get a World Title Shot... You'll have to get in line... Climb the ladder first and then if your good enough, then a world title shot will be delivered to you. But I don't think you will be even in the NWWA! Have you even signed a contract?! Man: No. But believe me. You idiotic executives in the NWWA, if you don't sign ME, the GREATEST Wrestler who ever lived, then say goodbye to the ratings, say goodbye to merchandise sales, say goodbye to the whole freakin' company! There won't be a company because no Wrestler in here can lift up the NWWA in ratings and all that other stuff. Hate: Believe ME. The NWWA is doing just fine without with being involved buddy. Man: Look, this is going no where. Answer me this, will you be giving me a world title shot next week? A simple question receives a simple answer. Hate: Here's the simple answer... NO!!!!! HELL NO!!!!! Rebel Love: Bwah haha!!! YES!!! Hate is on fire tonight!!!! Johnny Rotten: Havoc is really giving it to this new guy. But I can't believe you actually agree with him on something... Rebel Love: So he should give it to this loser! Who does this bozo think he is, walking into the NWWA ring demanding a world title shot? [The crowd boo as Havoc is laughing at Tyler. Tyler smiles...] THE SOUL ASSASSIN KICKS HAVOC HATE IN THE GUT!!!!! THE ASSASSIN SETS UP HAVOC HATE FOR THE PILE-DRIVER AND DELIVERS IT!!!!!!!!! HAVOC IS ON THE FLOOR HOLDING HIS HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Rebel Love: NO!!!!! SECURITY!!! HERE COMES SECURITY!!!!!!!!!! [The Soul Assassin Denis Tyler doesn't see them. The crowd is really going crazy for this new guy. 8 security guards come from behind Denis Tyler and hand cuff him. Tyler has a cocky look on his face the whole time. Havoc Hate is beginning to get up. The other security guards are on the floor checking up on Max Bradley and Polish Crippler who are still unconscious. The security take The Soul Assassin Denis Tyler away as Havoc Hate curses him until they reach the back] Rebel Love: That son of a bitch is going to pay!!! We are out of time for this week folks!!! Johnny Rotten: GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY!!!!!!! [The scene closes as Rebel Love is cursing under his breath about what just took place].