The scene opens with a black screen and Guns N Roses version of "The Godfather Theme" plays. Soon, the words "Silencer" flashes across the screen. A voice speaks over the music.
Voice: From the many comes the one. He is the leader. The true puppetmaster. He has arrived. The new era has arrived with him. Submit yourselves to him willingly. Refusal will result in your elimination.
The word "Silencer" flashes on the screen once more followed by the words "Your Refusal, Your Elimination." As the music continues "The Silencer" Antonio Corleone makes his way down the rampway much to the dismay of the fans.
With Corleone in the ring the bell sounded and the match was underway. The UnForgiven, using his size to his advantage, took a quick advantage to the returning Corleone by connected with a series of clotheslines along with roughing him up in the corner, but it was all for not as Corleone quickly turned the tables. As The UnForgiven was about to whip Corleone out of the corner, Corleone turned it around and UnForgiven crashed hard into the corner. As he was stumbling out Corleone caught him coming off the ropes with a diamond cutter and never looked back. After connecting with a Stinger Splash Corleone set up The UnForgiven with his finisher, The Hit (Top Rope Stone Cold Stunner) and after that it was all academic.
BS: And it's Corleone picking up the win here at Coronation.
GM: UnForgiven. What a joke. Schwartz needs to be fined for not making his flight.
BS: Coming up next we've got Machine Gun Kelly taking on Johnny Dazz....
GM: Hey! He wants to be known as Eliajh Kane now. Ever since his name change he has been looking good. Hopefully he can prove it here again tonight.
BS: Folks let's get to the ring for the next match.
Machine Gun Kelly doesn't wait for the bell and catches Eliajh Kane with a siff forearm smash. Eliajh staggers back into the turnbuckles and catches Machine Gun Kelly with a stomach kick. Eliajh Kane flys out of the corner and hits a running knee lift that send Machine Gun Kelly to the mat. Elijah Kane goes for a leg drop, but Machine Gun Kelly rolls out of the way. Both men are quickly back up on their feet. Machine Gun Kelly is all up in Eliajh Kane's face and Elijah takes exception to something that is said and throws a wild punch that connects, sending Machine Guy Kelly staggering.
BS: Johnny Dazzle took something personal there
GM: The names Elijah Kane, Get it straight.
Elijah Kane comes off the rope with a running lariat that sends Machine Gun Kelly to the mat. Elijah Kane wastes no time, and grabs Machine Gun Kelly's legs and a stomp to the groin. The crowd gasps. Elijah goes for a cover. One...Two...Kick Out. Machine Gun Kelly fights back to a vertical base, but Elijah sends him staggering with a forearm shiver. Elijah Kane grabs him in a Front Face Lock and hits a gourdbuster and gets the One..Two..Three.
BS: Well Kane took this one.
GM: KANE? (looks around) WHERE?
BS: ELIAJH KANE. Wimp!
GM: Hey man don't do that! Afte the stuff I've been saying you never know who's going to show up!
BS: Pathetic. Folks, coming up next we've have Simply Stunning taking on newcomers The Avengers.
GM: Well they finally signed their contract and the front office was gracious to give them a match with Simply Stunning.
BS: Let's not wait. Let's get to the ring!
Simply Stunning hits the ring first to an excellent pop from the crowd. The Avengers come out to practically no reaction whatsoever.
BS: And this tag match is underway!
Hurricane and "Simply Devine" Michael Hardy lock up first. Hardy whips Hurricane into the ropes and catches him with a clothesline, knocking him to the mat. Hardy picks him up and delivers a bodyslam. Hardy tags in his partner. Simon Wilcox comes in and pulls Hurricane up. Simply Stunning delivers a double dropkick to Hurricane. Hardy gets back onto the apron as Wilcox continues to work on Huricane. He picks him up and hits a devastating belly-to-belly suplex on the Avenger. Wilcox clilmbs the turnbuckle and drops a fist onto the heart of Hurricane. He picks Hurricane up and whips him into the ropes. Hurricane ducks a clothesline and comes back with a clothesline of his own, knocking Wilcox to the canvas. Hurricane quickly gets to his partner and tags him in. But, as soon as Phoenix is in, Wilcox has risen to his feet and hits a flying clothesline on Phoenix. He picks Phoenix up and Phoenix attempts a suplex but Wilcox reverses it, before tagging his partner in.
BS: And Simply Stunning is cleaning up here in San Antonio.
GM: Cleaning what up?
Hardy gets in and the two work on Phoenix with a series of punches and stomps before Wilcox retreats to his corner. Hardy picks Phoenix up and dropkicks him into the ropes, causing Phoenix to bounce back and Hardy catches him with another belly-to-belly. Hardy puts Phoenix into a small package.
BS: Hardy with the pin. One, two-- and Hurricane interrupts the count.
This causes Wilcox to re-enter the ring and he clotheslines Hurricane, knocking him over the top rope and onto the floor. Wilcox moves to the top-turnbuckle. Hardy picks Phoenix and delivers a running powerbomb as Wilcox simultaneously hits a bulldog from his spot atop the turnbuckle.
BS: Phoenix is down and out, folks. What's this? WIlcox climbs the turnbuckle again!
Hardy picks Phoenix up from the mat and signals for their finisher.
GM: Oh, they're just having fun now.
Hardy throws Phoenix into the ropes and hits a tilt-a-whirl slam as Wilcox comes from the top with a 360 degree moonsault.
BS: That's Quite Simply Awesome and this match is over!
The ref counts. One, two, three.
BS: And Simply Stunning with an impressive vicotry over the new tag team, The Avengers. Those guys really need to get their acts together if they want to make it anywhere in this business. Oh, what's this?
Michael Hardy grabs a mic from a stage hand.
MH: It seems the tag champs ain't got the balls to give us a title shot....I guess we'll have to convince them ourselves. See you all later.
At this time, Hurricane has returned to the ring and Simply Stunning once again exuecutes their finisher, Quite Simply Awesome on him. Simply Stunning continues to stomp the Avengers as the crowd cheers. Thos cheers quickly turn to boos as the Motor City Maniacs hit the ring. Ripper Robertson has his Tag Title while Max Mayhem's title is no where to be seen. Ripper Robertson nails Hardy with his title as Max Mayhem spears an unprepared Simon Wilcox.
BS: The Tag Champs are really laying it into Simply Stunning!
Wilcox and Hardy quickly roll out of the ring and begin walking up the ramp. They turn to glare at the Maniacs. Hurricane and Phoenix of the Avengers get up to extend thanks to the Maniacs. Ripper Robertson extends his hand to Hurricane and Hurricane accepts it. Robertson then kicks Hurricane in the stomach and hits him with a ground shaking powerbomb. Max Mayhem nails Phoenix with a back elbow and then levels him with Ripper's tag team title. The Maniacs leave the Avengers laying in the ring and exit through the crowd.
BS: And the Motor City Maniacs have officially welcomes the Avengers to the EWI and shown Simply Stunning that you don't mess with the HOA!
GM: And as they cart off the carnage my favorite part of the show is coming up!
BS: Favorite part? The Angelus and Schultz match?
GM: Oh no. You'll see in a minute. Didn't you see the change in the program?
BS: (flipping through notes) I don't see it.
GM: Well pay attention cause here it comes.
(Suffocate by Finger Eleven plays as the crowd murmurs. A man steps out from the back. This man is wearing a EWI T-shirt and khaki pants. His blonde hair is cut in short. The man carries a microphone and enters the ring. Suffocate fades out as the man brings the microphone to his mouth.)
Man: Now, I'm sure all of you morons out there are wondering just who in the hell I am. The name is Guy Grant. Journalist Extraordinaire. Yes, for some of you that followed the NthWA. The name will sound familiar. The brains behind The Nth Degree. For those of you that aren't familiar with my work. Tough luck. (Looks into the crowd) Thanks, Buddy, I know I'm number one. (Crowd boos) Now, I'm here to stir the pot in the EWI. My first guest? Please welcome the lady with the gift for gab. Victoria McCave.
(The crowd cheers loudly as Guy gets a look of total disgust on his face. As Victoria makes her way from the back, Many men in the crowd whistle. One on the ring apron, Victoria waits for Guy to hold the ropes open for her, but he just motions for her to enter the ring.)
Grant: Ms. McCave. We've all seen the lust in your eyes for Evan Aho. Are you guys getting busy? Doing the nasty?
McCave: Excuse me? I will not answer that question.
Grant: Ok...Ok...Sorry...Well, Ms. McCave what kind of staying power does the World Champion have?
McCave: If all you did was bring me out here to embarrash me, I'll gladly leave the ring.
(Victioria starts to head out of the ring, but Guy speaks up)
Grant: I'm sorry. It was all in good fun. Please come back this way. (Guy extends a hand to her, pulling her closer to him) You know, I was just trying to break the ice and all. I just have one final question. Is that ok. (Victoria looks at him cautiously and shakes her head yes.) Ok, Good, Now we all know that you're a good friend of Evan Aho's right? (Victoria shakes her head yes.) He comes to you when things are bothering him? Am I right? (Again Victioria shakes her head) Ok, Good. Then my last question is can Evan Aho kiss like this? (Guy Grant grabs Victoria and dips her, giving her a deep kiss. He then straightens her back up and smiles. Victoria reaches back and slaps the taste out of Guy Grant's mouth to the cheers of the crowd. Victoria storms out of the ring as Guy Grant pulls the mic to his mouth.)
Grant: I'll take that as no, he doesn't kiss better than that. Hey Vicky. (Victoria stops half way up the aisle and turns and glares at Guy Grant) I'll enjoy working with you. ( A look of total disgust comes to her face.) That's right sweetheart. I'm signed ,sealed,and delivered. I am now part of the EWI crew. Your dream man has come to the EWI. (Victoria storms off as the crowd boos.) Thank you all. (Guy Grant then exits the ring as the crowd starts chanting BullSh##)
BS: What was that all about?
GM: WASN'T THAT GREAT! GUY GRANT IN THE HOUSE!!!
BS: How could he do that to Victoria.
GM: Well it's real simple. He grabes her like so and then...
BS: I KNOW HOW HE DID IT, but why?
GM: Hey it's Guy. That's what ya expect from him.
BS: Coming up next, getting away from Grant, is a Welcome back to EWI match between Angelus and Chris 'Fallen Angel' Shultz.
GM: From what I undersstand neither of these people were happy with one Mr. Harders so they headed to higher ground, but now that he's gone they've come back to the EWI.
BS: Let's not wait let's get to the ring for this match!
Wish comes across the sound system, there is a brief flare of pyro, and Angelus and Discord appear at the top of the ramp. They pose for a second, Discord looking especially tasty in a black and silver skintight catsuit. Angelus poses for a second, flips back his long black hair to reveal his Crow/mime style facepaint. He smiles a broad, hungry smile, then Discord escorts him down to the ring.
Immediately after, Korn's 'Falling Away from Me' comes across the sound system. The muscular, large man wears a pair of black jeans, a black shirt and expensive Oakley shades. His hair is slick and wet, either from water or a gel... it's not obvious to the audience. The black shirt has two large letters on the front... F.A.
He immediately charges the ring, surprising Angelus with a flurry of punches and kicks, Discord barely scrambles out of the way of the battle. After staggering Angelus with a series of left hands, the big Texan whips the pale goth to the ropes and attempts a 'clothesline from hell', but Angelus is too alert for that, ducks the move, the grabs the exposed Schultz and smacks the back of his head off the mat with a German suplex. He even gets a one count for his efforts before Schultz kicks out.
BS: A little too soon for that sort of move.
GM: Quiet! I think discord is checking me out.
BS: Pay attention Garret.
GM: I am! Damn! She must have spray painted that outfit on!
Angelus locks up Schultz in a headlock, grinding it out. Schultz muscles out of it, grabs Angelus and delivers a Manhattan drop. He attempts to hammer on Angelus, but the wily goth grabs him with a scissors and gets another one count. Both men scramble back, trying to spy an opening for the next exchange.
GM: Is it cold in here?
BS: What are you talking about?
GM: Discord... she's looking kind of... perky.
BS: Y'know, at least Mike had an ANGLE.
Angelus and Schultz lock up again, Schultz gaining a brief advantage by yanking on Angelus's long black hair, Angelus drops flat to his back, but before Schultz can take advantage, Angelus sweeps him flat. Both men scramble to their feet to prevent the other from handing out a pounding. Schultz looks frustrated for a second, then flips back his hair and smirks.
BS: Schultz getting a little more than he expected from Angelus here.
GM: We've seen Angelus before, he's hardly a rookie. Now his valet Discord, she's a sweet young thing...
Schultz gets a cocky gleam in his eye, then raises his hand, offering Angelus a test of strength. Angelus looks confused for a second, then shakes his head. Schultz plays to the crowd a bit, asking if they want to see him 'Break the mime in half'.
GM: Jeez... this must be retro night.
BS: Schultz trained at the Terry Gene Bollea wrestling academy apparently....
GM: Really? Get outa here!
BS: I'm kidding Garret.
GM: I've been had by the bumpkin. Unbelievable.
Angelus finally takes Schultz up on his challenge, they lock up for a minute, then Schultz slowly gains the advantage. Angelus slowly wilts, then drops to one knee. Then he suddenly jumps up and drives both feet into the stomach of Schultz, monkey flipping him over and flat on his back. He slides in and locks up Angelus in a short arm scissors.
GM: C'mon Schultz... show us those holds, not your muscle.
BS: Schultz does have a varied array of holds and throws. He's a bit of a throwback.
GM: Bit of a thug too.
BS: Yes... that as well.
Schultz reverses the scissors into an armbar, spins that into a headlock, then turns away from the ref to punch Angelus in the face. Angelus staggers away, but Schultz seizes him from behind and locks him into an inverted DDT. Angelus's head smacks off the mat with a heavy thud. Schultz casually gets to his feet and plays to the crowd for a second. 'THAT'S RIGHT! F'N A!'
BS: Quite a linguist our Schultz...
GM: A cunning linguist?
BS: What?
GM: Oh... never mind. My talent is wasted here...
Schultz turns and begins to lay the boots to Angelus. He stomps on him four or five times, then kneels on Angelus's head and punches him in the head until the ref drags him off. Schultz threatens the ref with a backhand, and the ref scurries out of range. Angelus rolls over on his stomach, and wraps his arms around his head, obviously woozy from the pummeling.
GM: Schultz really is an old school boy.
BS: Lets see if he paid attention in class now.
GM: Ooooooh! Good one Brett!
BS: Oh shut-up Garrett!
Schultz drags up Angelus, spins him up, then down into a slick powerbomb. Angelus writhes on the mat in pain, Discord frets and bangs on the side of the ring to try and rally her man. Schultz smirks, makes an obscene gesture to Discord. Schultz picks up Angelus again, puts him in a front facelock, then snaps him back and over in a crisp snap suplex. He casually sits up and plays to the crowd a bit, blowing a kiss to Discord. A second later, he whips Angelus off the ropes again, clotheslining the lanky goth flat.
BS: Schultz really going to work on Angelus here.
GM: He really should get his head in the match and stop toying with him.
Once again Schultz fires Angelus into the ropes and attempts a clothesline, this time however Angelus ducks it and Spins his momentum into a vicious superkick. Schultz takes it right under the chin and drops like a rock. Angelus collapses as well, still feeling the beating Schultz delivered. Discord hammers on the mat, trying to fire up her goth wrestler.
GM: You go baby! Look at her jiggle!
BS: (Sarcastically) Oh yeah Garrett... she's shagadelic.
GM: Go away son... you bother me.
Schultz regains his feet and attempts to resume the pounding on Angelus. Angelus responds by repeatedly punching Schultz in the ribs when he reaches for him. After a couple of shots, Schultz staggers away as Angelus regains his feet. Angelus sizes up the big Texan, then bounces off the ropes and lands a solid missile dropkick. Schultz slams back into the corner, draped across the turnbuckles. Angelus sizes everything up, then practically sprints up the turnbuckle. He locks Schultz into a front facelock, then drops a stiff DDT from the top rope. Angelus bounces back up to his feet immediately, Schultz sits up dazed for a second, then flops back over like a sack of potatoes.
GM: Finally, someone seems to be taking this seriously.
BS: Not looking good for Schultz here.
Angelus grabs his stunned opponent, lifts him up and drops him hard on his knee in a precise atomic drop. Schultz takes the hit hard, the shock stiffening him and making him arch his back. Angelus has obviously been waiting for this opening, as a second later he grabs Schultz and nearly decapitates him with a perfect Angels Touch (Stunner). He rolls up the big man.
BS: One... two... three!
GM: Nice! Send some Tylenol to Schultz's dressing room.
Angelus slides out of the ring and Discord accompanies him back to the dressing rooms. The ref helps Schultz back to his feet, and the big man berates him, making amotion as though Angelus had grabbed his tights. The referee shrugs him off and waves three fingers in his face. Schultz slaps the hand away and slides out of the ring disgusted.
BS: Good effort by Schultz... not good enough though.
GM: Blah, blah, blah, goth power.
BS: What? What are you talking about Garrett?
GM: Well it's obvious you never saw the Spice Girls movie.
BS: Thankfully no. Hey since you had a surprise I have one of my very one coming up.
GM: Really? What is it?
BS: Take a listen....
[Suddenly 'Renegade Master' - Wildchild starts up and the crowd looks towards the rampway. Out from behind the curtain EWI owner Erik Zieba comes walking down the rampway to a chorus of cheers, but you can still here some boos here and there.]
GM: DAMN HIM! Why him and why now?
BS: Well he does have to announce the match that Mercenary and Commando will be fighting in.
GM: Oh Lord.....The Sadistic Owner speaks....
EZ: Everyone welcome to Coronation! I hope everyone has enjoyed the card thus far, but believe me it's FAR from over. As we all know tonight is the night where the EWI World Champion and the EWI Extreme Champion will meet to unify the title into the brand new EWI Extreme World Title, but one question remains. What type of match will it be? Well I have an answer for that question and that is this. The match will be a Hell in a Cell type match will all the trimmings. If you can bring it to the ring then you can use it and don't worry cause we're gonna supply some extra items there too, but that's not all. Not only will they fight IN the cell, but if they want to win the new title then they'll have to go out of the cell to the top of the cage. There they'll find a ladder and they must climb that very ladder to reach the brand new TITLE!
GM: WHAT? He's got to be kidding! That match has to be outlawed here!
BS: Hey they call it Extreme Wrestling here and you know it.
GM: But after SSN picked us up? Do you think they're going to go for that?
BS: Just think of this. That was just the main event. He still has the other announcemnt.
GM: Oh dear God.
EZ: And now, speaking of matches, it's time to introduce to Mercenary and Commando what type of match they'll be having later on tonight. Since both of them have a military history and all. Being in the jungle and such. I took great thought into this and I have created a Welcome to the Jungle match. Exactly what type of match is it? Well here it is. Usually when you think of something fifteen feet high you think it's a steel cage, but this time it's gonna be different. Instead they ring will be surrounded by barbed wire and ONLY BARBED WIRE going up fifteen feet. Believe me when I say that there is only one way in and that's from the ceiling down. Since they have a military background I'm sure they can Air Assult from the ceiling on down. FROM THERE....the only way you can win is by making your opponent say I quit! Now knowing these two I made sure that they stay inside of the ring. Oh sure they can try to get out of the ring, but if the barbed wire doesn't cut'em up on the way out then the loss of blood will make them not be able to continue. Believe me when I say this match is gonna be for the record books. Oh, and one more thing, parts of the barbed wire will be set on fire too.
GM: HE HAS TO BE KIDDING! That match CAN'T be possible!
BS: A Welcome to the Jungle match? I think it's possible.
GM: QUIT BEING A KISS ASS!
[Suddenly 'All Star' - Smashmouth starts up as 'Ironman' Bret Kross makes his way from the top of the rampway down to the ring. As he gets into the ring he goes directly into the face of EWI Owner Zieba and startes him down before reaching behind his back and pulling out a microphone.]
Kross:So, Zieba, you finally decided to give me my shot, a shot that I deserve, and have waited for, for along time. Let me just say it's about time
Zieba: Yes Mr. Kross I feel that it is your time. You have been overlooked for sometime now and I feel that it is your time to prove to everyone exactly what you speak.
Kross:Once again, about time. I fianlly have your attention. See, Zieba, you left an idiot in charge of your co mpany, and basically he ruined it. The last couple events were jokes. I see, you've noticed that. Well, after I win the World Title, cause trust me, I will win, I'm going to turn this company around, it's me who is going to do it. I'm going to make that Title worth something again
Zieba: Well don't you worry cause at Shockwave in San Francisco you will be able to practice what you preach when you step into the ring with the Extreme World Champion. Whomever it may be after tonight's Main Event.
Kross:Speaking of that, the Extreme World Title. I actually like that concept. But I don't care who becomes the first Extreme World Champ, cause the second one will be me. Whether it is Sampson or Aho, I'll come out on top. I've waited to long to get my shot and then choke
Zieba: Just keep this in mind. If you don't achieve your dream and capture the belt at Shockwave than the only person you will be able to blame is yourself cause as you well know with the Extreme World title....there is no DQ. If you want that belt and you are as good as you say then you're gonna have to earn it that night. And believe me you will earn it if you win it.
Kross:I'm a former Extreme Champion, i can handle the pressure. Like, I said I won't choke. I'm going to lead the EWI, and restore it to its once greatness. Like I said at Heatwave, Dupree fumbled the ball, and I picked it up, trust me, I will score that touchdown
Zieba: Oh I know you're a former Extreme Champion. Remember I am the Owner and I do tend to keep tabs on people. Just remember if you, for some reason, don't win the title then I do not ever want to hear any excuses from you again. As a matter of fact how about I deem that match a No Excuses match. This means if you loose then I, nor anyone in the EWI, will hear lip from you.
Kross:Do whatever you want, cause I won't lose. Make this any match you want, because I'll still come out on top. No Excuses match is fine with me, because I won't need any, I'll win the match, the Title, and become the greatest champion this organization has ever seen
Zieba: Well then you'll have your chance to back up those words at Shockwave. Now unless you have any other business to take care of with me I suggest you go to the back and enjoy the rest of the show cause I'm sure you'll wanna study who you'll be facing when your time comes.
Kross:Just know this Zieba, I know you get involved with some of these matches. I've seen you screw some people before, and favor others, but remember, in you screw me, even just a tiny bit, I'll find you. And boss or no boss, I'll beat your ass
Zieba: And let me remind you the very last thing you wanna do is to bite the hand that feeds you. I have recently turned over a new leaf and I would REALLY HATE to resort to my old ways if you catch what I'm saying.
Kross:Your threats mean nothing, just keep in mind what I said, cause I promise you, if you have anything to do with the outcome of this match, I won't hesitate, kicking your ass, turst me on that. But keep your nose out of it, and we have no problem
Zieba: I won't even be involved. Just remember if you don't produce the title then no excuses my friend.
Kross:Trust me, I'll get that title, and by some chance, I don't, my mouth is shut, that is a promise .
[Kross's music starts back up as he heads towards the backstage area and, after a few moments, so does Zieba.]
BS: Well I guess it's official. Bret Kross will be facing the Extreme World champion in San Fran for Shockwave.
GM: I still can't believe the matches he made. What is this man thinking? And what is the SSN gonna say about this?
BS: I don't know, but that's for another time. Coming up next we've got a match to see who will be the number one contender for the Cruiserweight title in San Fran.
GM: Hiroshi and Scott have a recent history with eachother while Sky is coming off embarrassing Ash earlier in the show. It's gonna be a close call here.
BS: Folks let's get to the action in the ring.
Kin Hiroshi and Sky Suicide lock up in a collar and elbow tie up as Frankie Scott stands on the entrance ramp watching the action. Kin Hiroshi applies a waistlock and then hits a belly to back suplex. Kin Hiroshi applies a arm bar, but Sky Suicide pokes Kin Hiroshi in the eye with a thumb. Kin releases the hold and Sky Suicide comes off the far ropes, only to be tripped by Frankie Scott. Frankie Scott rolls in under the bottom rope and drops a knee to the calf of Sky Suicide. Frankie Scott the charges Kin Hiroshi, who ducks and catches Frankie Scott with a spinning heel kick. Kin Hiroshi goes for the cover, but Suicide stops it after a two count. Kin Hiroshi gets up and chops Sky Suicide in the chest. Kin Hiroshi hits a drop toe hold and applies the Jiro-Kin Sleeper. Suddenly, Frankie Scott drops a leg across the throat of Kin Hiroshi, causing him to break the hold. Scott pulls Kin Hiroshi over toward the corner and climbs up top. Frankie Scott comes off the top rope with a shooting star press, but Kin Hiroshi is not there. Kin Hiroshi stomps on a dazzed Frankie Scott. Kin Hiroshi hits a asai moonsault and goes for the pin, but Sky Suicide has gotten back up to his feet and broken the count up after two. Sky Suicide tosses Kin Hiroshi over the top rope and starts working on Frankie Scott. Sky Suicide applies a reverse chin lock in the middle of the ring. Sky Suicide doesn't notice Kin Hirosshi climb up onto the top rope and come off with a moousault that hits both Frankie Scott and Sky Suicide. All three men lay in a heap on the mat. Kin Hiroshi rolls over and drapes a hand on Frankie Scott. The Ref counts. One...Two..Thr...Sky Suicide pulls out something from his tights and nails Kin Hiroshi with it. Frankie Scott gets up and Sky Suicide hits the Suicide Solution. Sky Suicide goes for the pin. One...Two...Three.....
BS: And Sky Suicide is on a roll tonight as he picks up a win in this very important match-up.
GM: Well he better pay attention cause coming up next is the finals of the Cruiserweight title and one of these two will be the very first EWI Cruiserweight champion.
BS: On one side you have Jesse Falcon who got a very cheap win in the battle royal, but on the other side you have Eric Davis who has earned it all coming up to this moment. And along with an earlier win against Falcon at Shockwave I see the match going to Davis.
GM: Are you kidding? Falcon proved he's too smart to go down like that. It's Falcon all the way.
BS: And with that let's get to the ring!