Edgebrooke: Welcome BJWC fans and addicts! We are here live from the BJWC arena with a packed house of raging BJWC addicts who can't wait to witness the greatest show in the business, RIOT!!

Timmons: Tell me about it, this crowd has me hyped!

Edgebrook- We have a tremendous card for you tonight. As we said earlier this week.

Timmons: Hold that thought James. It appears we already have something going down.

Jamal Brooks: I said we aint need no clearance. I am the BJWC's new Impact Player...Jamal Brooks Bitch, remember the name.

BJWC Security Guard: Look I have never seen you before. I have recieved no instructions of a new talent arriving. You have no proper clearance passes, you're not getting in here buddy.

Cash: First of all, we aint your fuckin friends, you don't be callin my man here buddy.

Diamond: And you better start showing this man respect or Ima personally see to cracking you up side your fat head.

*A little shocked the security guard takes a step back from the trio and tries to analyze his situation.*

Jamal Brooks: Look it is not my fault that the owners of this company have yet to fax me back the official paper work. They are busy men as I can see. But mark my words homie, I'll be back next week and then we gonna see what's what.

*A look of relief crosses the face of the Security official as Jamal Brooks turns his back. Appearing to leave. That look is soon replaced by fear as Cash lunges out and strikes the man flush on the chin. Diamond soon jumps in and the two proceed to pummel the security guard with kicks and punches. When all is said and done he is left face down in a pool of his own blook, crawling back towards the door.*

Jamal Brooks: BJWC I'll be back next week, ya'll best remember my name.

Edgebrook: Who knows what is ever going on in that guys head?

Edgebrook: Everyone is in the ring and ready for what is starting to become a trademark at the top of our cards, the battleroyal.

Timmons: It is a good method for gauging new talent and gives the fans a lot of action to kick off the card.

Edgebrook: It also gives everyone a chance to build new alliances or rivalries. Should be exciting as usual.

Timmons: You are already talking too much James, let’s get to the ring.

[ DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!]

[Floyd and Jackson Dayne lock up instantly at the bell. Floyd takes the quick advantage with a quick knee to the midsection followed by a stiff elbow to the head. Dane drops to a knee as Floyd begans to maul him.]

Timmons: Floyd welcoming the newcomer to the big leauges.

[Psychomania lunges across the ring and tackles Jason Compton. Psycho starts to slam his head into the mat and headbuts him as his head comes off.]

Timmons: James, it appears that Brandon Lloyd has taken an interest in this match.

Edgebrook: Your right James, Lloyd has taken a seat at ringside. I doubt his intensions are honorable.

[Nomad and Gregory have locked up in a technical wrestling duel going back and forth while El Legendario and Big Daddy Bulldozer take turns punching each other in the head. Psychomania has Jason Compton in a gorilla press and tosses him from the ring.]

Edgebrook: Hmmm, quick exit by Compton, you have to wonder if that was his fifteen seconds of fame.

Timmons: Our promoters might have been a little generous allowing him to compete in this match.

[Jackson Dane has turned the tide on Floyd after an clothesline following an irish whip was ducked under by Dane. Dane came off the ropes again and landed a beautiful dropkick. Dane returns the favor with an irish whip of his own followed by a drop toe hold that turns into several hard punches to the head. Psychomania has turned his attention to El Legendario. Nomad had Gregory beaten down hard in the corner, but BD Bulldozer ended his assault with an attack from behind.]

Edgebrook: Dane showing the vet, that he can hang.

Timmons: And Bulldozer is taking a page out of the battleroyal handbook taking an easy shot from behind on Nomad.

Edgebrook: El Lengendario just delivered a flying jalepeno, reverse chalupa, burrito driver south of the border to Pchychomania

Timmons: Holy Montezuma's revenge Edgebrook. He's going to need some pepto after that move!

Edgebrook: Hey, did we just work well as a team?

Timmons: Shutup fathead, and call the match.

Edgebrook: The fire sauce that is El Lengendario is attacking Pcho again. But Pscho relatiates with a kick to the side. He grabs him in the fireman's carry. Fireman's carry slam over the top. Psyco has eliminated his second man of the night.

Timmons: Adios senior

Edgebrook: Man, I hope we don't lose our license.

[Jackson Dane has Floyd in an abdominal stretch. Floyd doesn’t spend too much time in discomfort though as he hip tosses Dane to the mat. Dane is up quickly only to be met with a boot to the face. Floyd picks up Dane and nails a standing powerslam. Meanwhile Gregory and Big Daddy Bulldozer have decided to double team Nomad. Pychomania puts an end to that as he nails Gregory with a low blow and then side kicks BDB right in the throat.]

Dane Picks up Tony Floyd and runs over to the ropes, off the top rope and Dane perfectly hits a tilt a whirl DDT.

James Edgebrook: Oh what a perfectly placed moved, he nailed the tilt a whirl DDT perfectly.

Mike Timmons, He just flattened Tony Floyd, oh is he even gonna get up?

[Dane now has Floyd and tosses him against the ropes, on the rebound Dane jumps on Floyd and drives him to the mat, and just starts throwing haymakers at Tony's head ]

Mike Timmons: Jackson Dane has really singled him out and now he's just laying into that man, Floyd is bleeding like a Siv, he is getting hammered by Dane. I haven't seen a beating like this since rodney....

James Edgebrook: Ok, thats enough of that...now....Yes it's the Spotlight, what a move, and Dane has just put Floyd out for good.

[As Edgebrooks speaks Dane has Floyd center ring and picks him up...and Nails the Spotlight....]

[Pschomania sends Big Daddy Bulldozer to the ropes and follows quickly behind with a vicious clothesline sending BDB crashing over the top ropes.]

Edgebrook: Psychomania single handedly taking it upon himself to eliminate everyone himself.

Timmons: What kind of name is that anyway?

[Nomad irish whips Gregory strait towards Psychomania. Psycho ducks down and pulls the top rope down with him. Rather then bouncing off the ropes, Gregories momentum sends him over the top rope along with the rest of the losers.]

Edgebrook: Psycho really “punctuated” with that move.

Timmons: He is cleary better then we’ve seen him before “period”.

Edgebrook: Yes his carreer “structure” is looking in the right direction.

[Tony Floyd has battled back and is once again taking it to Jackson Dane. Floyd flings Dan hard in to the turnbuckle and follows hard with his shoulder into the midsection.]

Edgebrook: How did Dane come back from the spotlight.

Timmons: I don’t know, I was watching Psycho throw everyone over the top rope.

[Floyd sends Dane to the ropes and nails a spear. Nomad lands a a quick dropkick to Floyd before he can capitalize on Dane. Psycho out of no where nails Nomad with a superkick dropping him to the mat. Fall away slam by Floyd to Psycho. Dane hits a spear of his own on the rising Floyd. Elbow from the top rope on Dane by Nomad. Psychomania leeps up and Hurricarada’s Nomad over the top rope and to the concrete.]

Edgebrook: That is Phycomania’s fifth elimination of the match.

Timmons: Two more to go James.

[ Dane and Floyd stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring exchanging blows. Haymaker after haymaker and the two just keep going. The pace is slowing a little, but the intensity is not. Psychomania interupts the exchange with a double dropkick. The two stop hitting each other and both turn their attention to Psycho. Psycho off the ropes going for a double clotheline. Rather he gets nailed by a double clothesline. Dane and Floyd pick up Psycho again and send him to the ropes. This time they double press him and slam him over the top rope to the concrete.]

Edgebrook: After eliminating five people, Psycho was unable to overcome the double team effort of Dane and Floyd who didn’t appear to want any distractions to come between their newly brewing fued.

[Dane and Floyd return to their exchange of punches and chops until Floyd ends it with a hard knee to the midsection. He sends Dane to the ropes, Dane ducks under a clothesline attempt and lands his own kick to the midsection. Dane starts landing some monster blows to Floyd.]

These two have been at it since the bell sounded.

[Dane sends Floyd to the ropes, he follows after for a clothesline, but Floyd ducks at the last second and flips Dane over the top rope.]

Edgebrook: Floyd is estatic, he thinks he has won.

Timmons: Jackson never hit the floor, he is simple standing on the apron.

[Floyd finally realises the match is not over and goes on the attack. But Dane has been wating and hammers home with a shoulderblock to the midsection. He sunset flips back into the ring. Floyd is up qiuck and sends Dane to the ropes, he follows with a clothesline, but Dane ducks once again he maintains his run bouncing off the ropes on the other side of the ring. Floyd waits patiently, Dane lands a high cross body. Both men topple over the top rope and onto the floor.]

Timmons: Who won? I can’t tell!

Edgebrook: The ref is taking his time on this one.

Timmons: He raises Dane’s hand

Edgebrook: Jackson Dane is the winner of the battle royal.

[Jackson Dane climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises his fists in celebration as his music fires over the sound system.]

[And, to a fairly decent pop from the crowd in the arena, the face of BJWC newcomer Jay Moreno flashes up on the screen. Presumably he’s backstage. In the locker room area, by the looks of it. He’s grinning as usual, but he seems somewhat nervous as his smile falters slightly.]

Jay: [Eyes widening slightly] “Dude… this is a big, BIG deal.”

[A pause.]

V/O Dude: “Just try to stay calm, Jay. Okay?”

Jay: “I’m doing my best. But this… this is just way too much pressure, y’know? [He starts to get agitated] I mean… a tournament for a shot at the NeWA World Title? In my second match here? What the hell happened to the slow build-up? What the hell happened to easing me back in slowly? I mean… this… this is just MENTAL, dude!”

[He starts to fidget, his eyes darting from side to side as he completely ignores his un-laced boots.]

V/O Dude: “Try to breathe, Jay. This is just like any other match you’ve ever been in, okay?”

Jay: “No WAY, dude! Did you hear that Andrews dude? He’s totally one hundred percent convinced he’s gonna beat me. He must know something I don’t, dude… I mean… what if he DESTROYS me? What if I end up being just another wannabe jobber because of the beating he gives me? It could ruin my entire career! I could be forced back into retirement… and… and I won’t have any income! I’ll lose my house, dude! I CAN’T LIVE ON THE STREETS, DAMMIT!!! I CAN’T!!!”

V/O Dude: “. . .”

[Jay tries in vain to calm himself, taking several deep breaths.]

Jay: [Low, a little embarrassed] “…sorry, dude.”

V/O Dude: “It’s fine, Jay. Better you get the nervous energy out of the way back here than out in the ring.”

Jay: “I… guess.”

[Another few deep breaths.]

Jay: “Dude?”

V/O Dude: “Jay?”

Jay: “Level with me, dude. How much percent chance would you say I had of winning this one?”

[A slightly awkward pause.]

Jay: “Come on, dude. The truth.”

V/O Dude: “Honestly, Jay?”

Jay: [Nodding] “Yip.”

[Another drawn-out pause.]

V/O Dude: “One hundred percent.”

Jay: [Blinks]

[A pause.]

Jay: “…seriously?”

V/O Dude: “I believe in you, Jay. These people believe in you. And if you believe in yourself, you’ve got this match in the bag.”

[And slowly… very slowly… Jay’s lips curl into a smile.]

Jay: “You know what, dude?”

V/O Dude: “What’s that?”

Jay: [Grinning] “I’m gonna win tonight.”

V/O Dude: “That’s right.”

Jay: “No matter what that Andrews dude says.”

[And, as Jay puts the finishing touches to lacing up his boots, we cut back to the arena.]

The lights dim slightly, and the opening strains of "You're the Best" by Joe Esposito start up over the PA.

Edgebrook: Well folks, entering next we have a man who made a pretty damn impressive BJWC debut last week at Wrestlebowl.

Timmons: Where do I know this music from?

Edgebrook: Jay Moreno made his name in the now-defunct OWC, and can boast an impressive NeWA Cruiserweight Title reign on his resume. He's an exciting young talent, and we're damn sure pleased to have him here.

The music continues.

Timmons: God damn that's going to annoy me.

And, as the music hits its first peak, Jay steps into view, to a fairly solid pop from the capacity crowd.

Jay flashes a grin, but is clearly showing the effect of his nerves as he makes his way down to the ring, eyes darting from side to side as he tries to calm himself down by slapping the hands of the ringside fans who reach out to touch him.

He slingshots himself into the ring using the top rope, removing his "This is gonna leave a Mark" T-shirt and slinging it into the crowd before turning his attention to his opposition as the music fades into the background.

Timmons: KARATE KID!!

Edgebrook: Excuse me?

Timmons: That's where the music's from. I feel better now.

Edgebrook: [Rolling his eyes] Glad to hear it.

Jay and Andrews tie up. Jay attempts to tie up with Andrews but he puts his hands in the wrong spot and Andrews pushes him back. Andrews whips Jay into the rope, but Jay trips over his own feet comming back and lands on his face. Andrews laughs at the obvious inexperiance of Jay.

Timmons: Look at this kid! He can't do anything right!

Jay springs back up and starts to throw wild punches at Andrews. Andrews side steps the punches and clotheslines Jay to the ground. Jey gets back up and Andrews whips him to the ropes. Jay comes back correctly this time and Andrews hits him with a backbreaker. Andrews follows up with a cammel clutch.

Edgebrook: It's pretty obvious that Jay is a rookie here in the BJWC.

Jay fights out of the cammel clutch and gets to his feet. Andrews whips Jay into the turnbuckle and puts him on the top rope. Andrews climbs to the top rope looking for a superplex, but Jay punches him and wraps his legs around Andrew's head before swinging off the ropes for a modified hurricarana. Jay covers.

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Kickout

Edgebrook: That was a huge reversal by the Jayster. Momentum just swung in his direction.

Jay pulls Andrews up and whips him into the ropes. Jay hits a dropkick on Andrews sending him out of the ring. Andrews lands on his feet and avoids Jay as he flies over the top ropes. Andrews pulls Jay up and rolls him into the ring.

Timmons: Man, this has NOT been a great match so far from the Jayster.

Edgebrook: You can say that again. Jay looks COMPLETELY out of his depth here tonight against the Legacy, and if he doesn’t turn things around soon, this could be one SHORT matchup, folks.

Andrews, now smiling to himself, brings Jay back up with a handful of hair, tagging him with a STIFF European Uppercut before shooting him to the ropes with a whip.

Edgebrook: Jay off the ropes and Andrews just LAUNCHED him into the air with a HUUUUUUGE backdrop! Jay bouncing off the canvas, and the Legacy is actually LAUGHING to himself a little here. I think he’s actually amused that Jay is struggling so badly.

Timmons: Well… it IS kinda funny.

Andrews, still smiling, brings Jay to his feet again, motioning for “one more time” to the crowd, who boo him rather loudly. He shoots Jay to the ropes again, dropping his head for a second backdrop.

Edgebrook: Jay sent for the ride againnnn NO!! Jay stopping dead, and he BOOSTS himself up off the bent leg of Andrews, springing off the BACK of the Legacy…

BOOOOOOM!!!

Edgebrook: …and DOWN with a facebuster!! Jay hitting his first big move of the match, and he pops back to his feet…

The crowd is now FIRMLY behind Jay, and he pauses for a moment, casting his gaze around the arena as he soaks in there cheers. And slowly… his face cracks into a grin.

Timmons: Uh oh.

Edgebrook: I think Jay is getting his confidence back, folks. Andrews back up, clutching his face…

Edgebrook: …and a SPEAR from Jay takes him down! And just LOOK at the Jayster going to work with lefts and rights!! Jay Moreno is now OFFICIALLY a part of this match, folks!!!

Andrews manages to catch one of Jay's punches and puts him up for a powerbomb. Andrews slams Jay down and covers.

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Kickout Edgebrook: That was close there. Jay almost lost it.

Andrews pulls Jay up and sets him up for another powerbomb. Andrew hits one and liftes Jay back up for a second. He hits it and here comes number three. Jay counters and drops Andrews onto his back covering him. Jay grabs Andrew's legs tightly.

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Edgebrook: Jay's done it! The Jayster picks up the win!

Jay is going crazy in the ring. He runs up to the referee and gives him a hug. The time keeper suffers the same fate. Jay practically skips back up the ramp giving fans hi-fives.

Out of the dressing room comes Jackson Dane, he hammers Andrews from behind and starts going off with fists of fury on Shane Andrews, Jackson goes for the "Spotlight", but Andrews blocks it. Andrews begans to take out his anger on losing to Moreno on Jackson.

James Edgebrook: Jackson may have bitten off more then he can chew this time.

Mike Timmons: These two have already had quite the night.

[Jackson lands a kick to the groind. SPOTLIGHT! Jackson lands his finisher.]

Edgebrook: Why did Jackson attack Andrews from behind? Is this the act of a coward or is Dane gunning for someone to make his name in the BJWC.....Andrews looks like hes been hit by a Mac Truck

Dane Makes his way backstage with a crazy smile on his face....He looks as though he enjoyed it throughly...no remorse

This match battled to the thirty minute time limit. But because it was a tournament match, Malice ordered it to continue until there was a winner. Sixteen minutes later Numbers scored a controversial pin to retain his title and continue on in the tournament.

I like your pants around your feet

The Wisconsin crowd jumps to their feet screaming as they know local boy 'The future of Pro wrestling' 'Kid Ego' Diesel Warren is coming

Edgebrook: Listen to this reaction! A lot of Ego-Mainacs here in the Badger state!

Timmons: Stupid cow tippers

I like the dirt that's on your knees

Da Ego explodes through the curtain

Edgebrook: They are blowing the roof off this place!!

Warren is wearing a white Wisconsin Badger football jersey with Lee Evan's #3 on it. His is sporting red tights with a W on the butt and 'Kid Ego' down the sides in black font. He has shiny black boots with 'KE' down the sides in gold print. His head is freshly shaven and he is grinning from ear to ear

And I like the way you still say Please while you're looking up at me

He slaps hands with as many fans as he can as he struts to the ring

Edgebrook: They don't call him the Ego for nothing

You're like my favorite damn disease

He slides into the middle of the ring, soaking up the cheers. He throws his arms in the air and Wisconsin colors Red and White shoot out from the ring posts as the crowd goes crazy

Timmons: Cocky prick....

Ego ties up with Trek. Trek gets a headlock, but Ego counters and hits a back suplex. Trek gets to his feet as Ego bounces off the far ropes and hits a bulldog sending Trek right back down.

Edgebrook: Kid Ego is really firing out all cylanders today. Trek is in trouble.

Kid Ego climbs to the top rope, flying crossbody! Ego applies a texas cloverleaf. Trek crawls to the ropes. He's almost tapping. Trek grabs the bottom rope. Ego gets up and stomps Trek in the head before dragging him to the center of the ring and appling another texas cloverleaf.

Edgebrook: Tek is in trounle here.

Sudenly Nightmare runs down to the ring. Ego, seeing Nightmare, releases the hold and looks over at Nightmare. Nightmare slides in the ring, but Ego knocks him back outside with a dropkick. The referee leaves the ring to eject Nightmare from the match. Inside the ring, Ego turns back toward Trek only to be cut off by a low blow.

Timmons: There ya go Trek! Use any means necessary!

Edgebrook: He cheated Mike! How can you condone that?

Timmons: It's only cheating if you get caught.

Trek gets up and hits an Instant Replay out of nowhere! He covers, but the referee is still outside the ring. The referee sees Trek covering Ego, slides into the ring, and starts to count.

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Kickout!

Edgebrook: Ego kicked out! Ego just kicked out of the Instant Replay!

Trek pulls Egoo up for another Instant Replay, but Ego counter and hits a German suplex. Ego climbs to the top rope again, Missile Dropkick! Ego applies the texas cloverleaf yet again.

Timmons: Kid Ego is really working on that leg of Trek.

Edgebrook: It's a good strategy Mike. You have to wear down one body part to get an advantage.

Trek slowly crawls to the ropes. He gets there and the referee breaks the hold. Ego pulls Trek to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Ego bounces off the far ropes and hits a short arm clothesline. Ego covers.

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Kickout

Edgebrook: Both men are starting to run out of gas here.

Ego pulls Trek to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. Trek reverses it and charges after Ego. Ego manages to kactch himself on the turnbuckle, turn around, and hit the Ego Boost! Ego covers.

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Kickout

Timmons: Trek kicked out! Go Trek!

Ego pulls Trek to his feet and sets up for another Ego Boost. He kicks at Trek, but Trek catches it and hits the Instant Replay! Trek covers.

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Kickout

Edgebrook: Kid Ego has kicked out of two Instant Replays!

Trek pulls Ego up and whips him into the ropes. Ego comes back, goes behind Trek, and hits a German suplex. Ego climbs to the top rope, leg drop!

Edgebrook: That leg drop took as much out of Ego as it took out of Trek!

Ego manages to get to his feet. He whips Trek into the turnbuckle. Ego places Trek on the top rope and hits a Frankenstiener. Both men are down. Kid Ego crawls over to Trek and drapes a hand over his body.

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Kickout

Timmons: What a match!

Bothe men get to their feet when suddenly Nightmare jumps out of the crowd and goes up on to the apron. Trek throws a punch at Ego, but Ego ducks it and the punch hits Nightmare. Trek looks stunned. He turns around right into another Ego Boost. Kid Ego covers.

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Edgebrook: Ego wins! Kid Ego wins!

Kid Ego is in the ring celebrating. He goes to each turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air basking in the cheers from the crowd.

T: These guys have had battles in the past and I doubt that will stop now.

E: Lloyd is currently standing in the ring, towering over the ref. He stretches a few times, waiting for the return of the Hardcore Pizan.

[Cue up: "It's Over" by Run DMC]

[Opera music starts and white pyros fizzle down from the rafters onto the ramp.]

[Jermaine Dupri]

Uh huh
ah hah
ah hah
See when y'all heard that All I'm doin is laughin' at all y'all niggers that been frontin' On my man's in there man, these niggers started this shit man

[Green pyros fire up from underneath the stage and Dante walks out onto the ramp, wearing his NWA Tag Title, dress pants, a sport coat, and his DI T-shirt.]

[Run]

When I come to the show that I rock And the flow that I drop Y'all know Run kills the mic Can't forget about the olds that I got And the rolls in the spot Ya'll know I'm still the right How ya gonna take an old song been around so long So so def the name is tight Done went from a DJ to an MC to the REV like overnight Everybody lookin' players get shook when Rev Run walk up in the spot Even though the crooks that Be livin' up out in Brooklyn Just can't help but point and laugh Everywhere I go now People say "oh wow" Cause they know how I get It don't matter if it's motown All the way to your town You can't slow down my game

[Dante's walking down to the ring slowly, clearly taking his time, letting the fans go nuts and he's playing it up to them, showing off his NWA Tag Title.]

[Jermaine Dupri]

Can't slow it down man Think about this From 1983 to 2000, its 2001 And these niggas are still on the run Y'all niggas just crazy Ya'll out here tryin' to front Like y'all niggas went and bought a pair of shell toes The f*ck is wrong with y'all

[Dante gets down to the ring and circles it. He grabs a mic as he's still playing it up to the crowd.]

[Run]

People wanna hear Rev Run say Cuz I got dough that I must be a type of fraud But you know that the thing that's funny This garden ain't money, how rich is the lawn Went and got JD , made me crazy play me up in the club Got a brand new mercedes for my lady Bustin me I'm older To a Bentley and all that come out the garage On the side of a grand prestigious home Y'all ask if I'm blessed, By God player what you thought, what Rev do you see on Gotta make these dollars, comin outta Hollis Got my collar on two, I got the rhyme on the beat and the vibe in the street and now the rest is on you.

[Dante's music ends and he stands outside of the ring, to address Brandon Lloyd.]

Dante: Yo, freak.

[Lloyd walks over to the ropes nearest Dante.]

Dante: Yeah, you... You ready for this? You ready for me to knock off some ring rust on your big ass?

[Crowd pops.]

Dante: You forget, I'm the Hardcore Pizan. You might be some big freak, but you ain't me. You ain't as tough as me. And you don't want the paycheck that comes with the NWA Title as much as I do. Nobody gets between me and my money, fool.

[Dante pauses as he unstraps his tag title and takes off the sport coat.]

Dante: And that's somethin'...

[Crowd pop.]

Dante and Crowd: You can forget about!

[Crowd pops again as Dante tells the ref to push Lloyd back, so he can enter the ring.]

E: The big man looks none to amused with the Pizan and he quickly takes it out on him!

(As soon as the bell rings Lloyd charges and just about takes Dante’s head off with a clothesline. Dante is down and Brandon is laying the boots into Calavaria. Lloyd drags him to his feet but quickly puts him back down on the mat with a thunderous DDT)

E: Lloyd defiantly not letting Calavaria get his legs back in the ring

T: The only thing Dante is getting back is all the butt kickings he gave to Brandon

(Goliath drops a knee across Dante’s face. The Pizan struggles to his feet, and Lloyd throws him directly into the ropes. Brandon catches Dante, pressing him high above his head. In a might show of strength Lloyd throws Dante out of the ring, onto the concrete below)

Edgebrook: Dante looks out of shape.

Timmons: That DeMarco guy, his trainer, should be fired.

Edgebrook: He's not looking so good this far.

Timmons: My boy has been kicking that Infidel's ass.

Edgebrook: It's Dante, not Hassan.

Timmons: I don't give a shit. I just hope Lloyd puts him away.

(Lloyd is in control. He throws Dante into the ropes, Dante bounces back toward him and Lloyd puts him on the mat with a half clothesline, half punch. Dante drops like a load of bricks.)

Timmons: YES!

Edgebrook: Maybe this comeback was a bad idea.

[Dante is slow getting up and Lloyd waits for him to stand up. He kicks him in the gut, then picks him up for a side slam. While they're down, Lloyd chokes Dante with one of his HUGE hands.]

Timmons: Put Dante OUT!

Edgebrook: C'mon Pizan! Don't lose like this! Fight!

Timmons: Stay down!

Edgebrook: Maybe he should...

(Lloyd pulls Dante up to his feet by his throat. He pushes Dante into one of the corners and backs into the opposite corner. From there, he charges Dante, splashing him in the corner. Dante falls flat on his face, ala Ric Flair.)

Edgebrook: Dante's down! He's hurting! The ring rust is apparent!

Timmons: I LOVE IT! Stay down Calavria! No one messes with my boys...and you messed with Raven, Letner, Raper, Lloyd...all my favorites!

(Lloyd picks Dante up by his hair. He stands him up, because Dante can't stan up on his own. He grabs Dante...RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! HUGE IMPACT!)

Edgebrook: BOOM! That was a GIANT-SIZED Leg Sweep!

Timmons: MORE MORE MORE!

Edgebrook: Lloyd with the cover....

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3....NO! Dante manages to get a shoulder up!

E: This match has been all Lloyd, he’s taking it to the Hardcore Pizan!

(Dante slowly gets to his feet, Lloyd attempts to go on the offensive but Calavaria lays into him with a knife edge chop, then another)

E:Dante showing signs of life for the first time this match.

(It’s short lived however as Lloyd drops Dante with a short arm clothesline.)

E: Signs of life quickly put out by Goliath.

(Lloyd drops a leg right across the throat of the Pizan. Brandon picks him up and throws him into the corner. He begins to pepper the upper torso of Dante with rights and lefts. Dante slumps to the ground as Lloyd makes his way to the middle of the ring soaking up the cheers)

E: This is a slaughter!!

T: Doesn’t look like it is going to end soon

(Dante staggers out of the corner, only to be met with a big boot to the face from a charging Brandon Lloyd)

Edgebrook: How much more can Dante take?

Timmons: Not much more!

Edgebrook: Dante looks bad...terrible...awful.

Timmons: He could jump people, but he can't fight one on one!

Edgebrook: Lloyd is going to go for a POWERBOMB!

Timmons: Nice knowing you Dante!

[Lloyd puts Dante's head between his legs emphatically. Just as Lloyd goes to pick him up, Dante pulls his legs out from under him and drops an elbow to the groin of Lloyd. Lloyd doubles over, grabbing his "area". Dante falls down, trying to catch his breath.]

Edgebrook: OFFENSE FROM DANTE! LISTEN TO THE CROWD!

[Crowd is going nuts, Dante did something!]

Timmons: CHEATER!

Edgebrook: Both men are slow getting to their feet, but Dante is up first.

[Dante punches Lloyd in the jaw, making him stagger back a bit, but not enough. Lloyd swings back, but Dante ducks under. Dante lands a punch to his stomach, then takes a running start at Lloyd, giving him a Lariat.]

Timmons: You can't take Lloyd down this easy!

Edgebrook: Don't dare him!

[Dante hits Lloyd with a running double axe handle to the back of Lloyd's neck, which staggers him a bit more. Dante still can't put him on his back.]

Timmons: It's not that easy! Trust me!

Edgebrook: Dante can't believe it! He can't put this...Goliath...on his back! He's pissed and you KNOW what happens when he gets pissed!

[Dante points at Lloyd, who is staggering to stay on his feet. Lloyd waives Dante on... Dante bounces off the ropes...SPEAR!]

Edgebrook: THE SPEAR! LLOYD IS OFF HIS FEET! LOOK AT DANTE!

[Dante is quick to his feet, yelling at Lloyd.]

Timmons: No frickin' way...

[Dante waits for Lloyd to get up and kicks him in the knee.]

Edgebrook: Cut his legs out! Good idea!

[Lloyd grabs his knee as Dante runs off the ropes behind him and goes airborn jumping up behind him for a bulldog, taking Lloyd to the mat.]

Edgebrook: Dante's old school style...classic!

Timmons: You've gotta HATE it...

[Dante is quick to his feet again, but looks tired.]

Edgebrook: I love this! The Pizan is back!

Timmons: Whoop-de-doo!

[Lloyd gets back up and Dante runs by, sending a knee to his gut. He then runs off of the opposite ropes and grabs Lloyd by the head...]

Edgebrook: SWINGING NECK BREAKER!

Timmons: He won't HIT him...

Edgebrook: YES HE WILL! The HIT is next!

[Dante pulls Lloyd up to his feet, as the crowd goes berzerk. Dante grabs Lloyd and goes for The Hit (Al Snow's Snowplow).]

Edgebrook: Here it comes!

Timmons: NOPE! He can't get him up!

Edgebrook: Lloyd with a forearm to Dante's back! He broke it up! Dante isn't the beast he once was!

Timmons: That jerk just wants the money!

((Dante remains on the offensive, dishing out two more chops that echo through the building. He drives a knee into the gut of Brandon, doubling him over. He follows that up with a running knee lift, knocking Lloyd to the mat)

E: The Hardcore Pizan is dishing out the punishment now, the tables have defiantly turned.

T: I think he is ring rust free!

(Dante throws Lloyd into the ropes, Lloyd ducks the clothesline, bounces off again and each men level each other with a double clothesline. They are both face down on the mat, breathing heavily)

E: Look at that! Neither man is moving an inch!!

T: Does this mean the next guy gets a bye??

E: The ref is counting out loud

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(Daunte and Lloyd both stumble to their feet, exchanging left and right hands)

Edgebrook: Both men have had chances to put this match away. Dante couldn't get Lloyd up for The Hit... Lloyd just couldn't keep Dante down on the mat. For the most part, Lloyd has dominated this match.

Timmons: And he's gonna put it away.

Edgebrook: I wouldn't go that far yet...

[Lloyd has Dante pushed into the corner and elbows him in the face twice.]

Timmons: It's only a matter of time.

Edgebrook: The elbows to the face have Dante at a disadvantage.

Timmons: You're right about that.

[Lloyd grabs Dante by his hair and throws him into the middle of the ring.

Then he slits his throat with his finger.]

Edgebrook: Oh boy, he's going to try to finish him again!

[Lloyd waits for Dante to get up...then he grabs him by the throat.]

Timmons: Chokeslam! Write this one off...

Edgebrook: Not looking good for Dante!

[Lloyd goes to pick Dante up and he punches him in the face a few times. Lloyd breaks the hold and Dante drops down to Lloyd's stomach and pushes him back into the corner with his shoulder. He lowers down and pushes his shoulder into the gut of Lloyd three times, knocking the wind out of him.]

Timmons: Oh crap...

Edgebrook: How many times can Dante come back!?

Timmons: C'mon Brandon! C'mon Boy!

[Dante gets up and hooks one of Lloyd's arms and applies a Full Nelson as he moves forward out of the corner.]

Edgebrook: Full Nelson by Dante? Is he gonna make him tap?

Timmons: Or is that the Mafioso move?

Edgebrook: I THINK IT IS! YOU'RE RIGHT MADDOG!

Timmons: I am right...oh shit...

[Dante pulls Lloyd back toward the corner and climbs jumps up to the second turnbuckle, putting all of his weight on Lloyd's back. Lloyd struggles to break the hold, but Dante knees him in the back. Dante then jumps off the second turnbuckle and plants Lloyd down on his face! A Full Nelson/Bulldog Combo called The Mafioso!]

Edgebrook: MAFIOSO! The NELSON-BULLDOG COMBO! HUGE!

Timmons: BRANDON! NO!

Edgebrook: DANTE FLIPS HIM OVER! THE COVER!

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T: These guys aren’t giving an inch to each other

(The action starts fast and furious as Robert Letner takes off Deharts head with a nasty clothesline. TA throws Malice into the corner, leveling him with a right/left combo before Malice slumps down, head resting against the bottom turnbuckle)

E: Malice doesn’t look all there tonight…

T:Is he high??

(TA is laying the boots to the Prez, leaving Malice gasping for air. TA throws his arms in the air as this crowd goes bonkers. Letner goes to pick up Dehart, but the Franchise counters with two quick elbows in the gut, slowing down Letner. Dehart throws in a face front lock, planting Letner with vicious DDT. He follows Letner to the mat, peppering his face with rights and lefts. TA grabs Malice by the hair, slowly dragging him to his feet, but Malice counters with a European uppercut)

E:” The prez reminding the Annihilator why he is the boss”

T: Long live Malice!!

(Malice follows the European uppercut with a knee right to TA’s gut, doubling him over. Malice drops to his knee and hits Alguard in the throat with an uppercut thrust. Meanwhile, Dehart lands a standing leg drop onto Letner, who begins clutching his neck. Malice drags TA up while jawing with these fans, he goes for a short arm clothesline, but TA counters)

E:COCK BOTTOM!!! TA hit it!! This match is over

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E: The newly returned Franchise breaks it up!

(Dehart drops an elbow on the back of TA’s head, breaking up the pin. Dehart just choking away on TA while Letner sneaks up behind Malice. He grabs him into a full nelson and then…)

E:Letner bomb!! Malice is looking like a glorified tackling dummy in this match!

T:He better not celebrate too quickly

(As Letner is celebrating, Dehart comes up behind him and hits a filthy German supple with a bridge. Before the ref can even count the pin Alguard drops a knee right into Deharts gut. By the hair, Alguard drags Dehart to his feet, but its only short-lived as he drops him to the mat with a stalling vertical suplex.)

E:What power by the Annihilator!

T:He is still a chump

(TA locks Dehart in an inverted chin lock, as Malice finally starts to stir. Letner charges but the Prez moves, watching Letner crash into the turnbuckle. Malice lands a couple well placed elbows to the face of Letner. The ref calls for a clean break and Malice complies)

E: Am I seeing this right? Did Malice give us a clean break?

T:Are we sure he is off the booze?

(Letner looks temporally stunned, but its short lived as he hits a running lariat on Malice, turning him inside out. Dehart finally squirmed away from TA and the former champion and the current belt holder are exchanging jabs and hooks right out of a prize fight.)

E: Look at these two go at it, no flash, just hatred in their eyes

(Laggard lands two, then three consecutive punches as Dehart is staggering. TA soaks up the cheers from the crowd, until Letner grabs his arm, spins the Hardcore Foundation around and….)

E: Separation Anxiety!! That’s his move and Alguard isn’t moving!

T: That’s what he gets for listening to these morons.

E: The cover

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(Malice breaks up the pin by yanking Letner off of TA. Malice falls on TA himself)

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(Letner drops an elbow on Malice, breaking the count. He picks Malice up like a rag doll, and then Dehart comes out of no where with a clothesline on the Prez. Dehart than drags TA to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Alguard bounces off directly into a Letner poweslam)

E: Letner and the Franchise working together as a well oiled machine. I must say I am surprised.

T: But for how long?

(Not long. As soon as Letner stood up and faced him, Dehart responded with a swift kick to the stomach, hooking Letner’s arms with a double arm DDT that rocked the ring.Dehart goes for the cover)

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(Letner kicks out with Dehart looking frustrated. He pulls Letner to his feet, following that up with two kick right hands, stunning the big man. He follows that up with a thunderous scoop slam. Before he can even turn around, the Annihilator nails a bulldog, digging Deharts head into the mat. Malice is also up and moving, and he charges at TA, looking for a flying clothesline. TA ducks and Malice drills the ref, knocking him out)

E: Malice has accidentally taken out the ref….now hes checking out him…..what??

T: The prez is looking out for someone else’s well being, I don’t understand

(While Malice is checking the ref for vitals, Letner sneaks under the ring, bringing a steel chair back with him)

E: Business is about to pick up!!

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(Letner drills the unsuspecting Alguard right across the back. TA falls like a ton of brick. Letner is wearing a demented grin as Malice turns his attention back to the match, the ref just beginning to stir)

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(Malice gets the same fate as Alguard, except he takes the steel goodness right across his face. He hits the mat face first, out cold before he makes contact with the ring)

E: Good god I think I saw Malice’s eyes roll into the back of his head!!

T: Alguard is out too!!

(Letner strolls confidently in front of Dehart, who is struggling to regain his footing. He raises the chair…)

E: Low blow!! The Franchise went downstairs

(Letner drops to one knee as Dehart pops up, the steel chair lying on the mat. Dehart grabs Letner….)

E: Pile driver!! Jumping piledriver by Dehart!! Letner head bangs off the busted steel!!

(Dehart kicks the chair out of the ring as the ref regains his senses)

E: Dehart with the pin!!

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T: Wake up Robert!!!

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E: Dehart wins!!! The Franchise is back!!!