The light blue Storm strobes fill the arena in a chaotic dance to the sudtle hard rythmic beats of the music.

Out steps Malice to huge pop from the crowd. Malice takes a moment to look around, slightly stunned by the positive reaction he has recieved.

He limps his way to the ring as several B J W C chants can be heard.

He gets the ring and drags himself to his feet, raising the microphone to his mouth as the music fades.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” shouts Malice, “Welcome to the return of Storm!”

The response is phenominal.

“With any new era, you must always look back and remember what has come before. What is the reason you are here. Who, what, and how was the foundation laid? And the foundation known as the BJWC was laid on Storm. And thus to remember our legends, to remember our roots, we have returned to what originally made this company great, to use it as a platform to propel us to new heights.

Mike Timmons: I think Malice has been drinking again.

Jeph Phillups: Shut up Mike, this is good stuff.

“Mixing all the new blood that has joined us from the HWF and from elsewere with the hard ingrained traditions such as Storm will be the vehicle that propels this ship into that next era. Not only have we had an exodus of new talent. But also the veterans that built this company are taking interest also.”

Mike Timmons: “Jeph, we’ve heard this song and dance from sooooo many people before”

“In fact just yesterday, we signed BJWC Hall of Famer Merlin “G Crusher” Reynolds. How long before the Deharts, the Yonces, the Roadkills, Hart, and Dunn all decide they are missing the boat also.”

Jeph Phillups: “Have faith Mike, your paychecks are arriving on time aren’t they?”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, fans and wreslers, past and present. Thankyou for joining me in the odyssey known as the BJWC and Storm.”

“Orion” blares back over the sound system with the volume appartently edged up a notch as the light blue stobes once again bathe the arena as Malice walks up the ramp.

OOC: (This was one of the two matches that had the Storm card delayed. In interest of posting the card, I am only giving you the bare bones of the match. I guarantee you this is not how we do things around here, and will never happen again on my watch.)

Iron Clad eliminated 1:15

Blake Boneville eliminated 4:45

Juan eliminated 7:00

Viper eliimnated 7:20

The Sadistic One eliminated 25:06

"Kid Ego" Diesel Warren win the battle royal

Timmons- You think he'll actually give the title back?

Edgebrook- I dont know. He's probably the most stubborn son of a gun we have seen.

Timmons- Yeah, and being stubborn gets you nowhere.

"The feelings I once felt are now dead and gooooone." "I've waited here for you for so very loooooooong....

"Waited here for you.....for you.."

*The entry way explodes the length of the ramp in one sudden jolt of white light. Stillborn blasts through the arena. To a mix of booing and cheering, out walks Blitzkreig. A smug grin covers his face while descending slowly towards the ring in his cocky demeanor.*

Edgebrook- well speak of the devil.

Timmons- Stealing your line here Edgebrook, I think business is about to pick up.

Edgebrook- In hurry they are, your right about that.

*Once in the ring Blitzkreig stands on the far right turnbuckle, points at himself on the wide screen atop the ramp watches the entryway explode once more with the bright white pyro. He grabs a mic, and waits for the lights to come back to normal.*

Blitz- You know, the past 7 or 8 days, I been sitting in a Cleveland jail for the "crimes" I done last week on Riot. And I'll be the first one to say, it's something I don't plan on doing again. Now, while I was sitting there, I got to thinking. I started thinking of ways to keep this Riot title you see me wearing on my shoulder.

Timons- The title he stole mind you.

Edgebrook- Come on now, let him finish.

Blitz- I had a lot of time to think while laying in my cell. Than it hit me.... This title is worthless. I realized that this belt is beneith me. The only reason the powers that be gave me a shot at this title is they figured I would just settle for it. They just wanted to hold me back.

Edgebrook- What the hell is he talking about?

Timmons- They were holding him back.. Come on admit it Edgebrook, he could be BJWC Champion right now.

Edgebrook- Well I wouldnt go that far.

Blitz- so I guess what I'm saying, is Malice if you want this damn title. How about you come down here and get it. I dont want it anymore.

Timmons- Wait a second. Theres somebody coming down the ramp here, but its not Malice.

* 5 Uniformed Minnesota Police Officers slowly make their way down the ramp towards the ring. A sea of boos ring out from the crowd as they all stop inches from the ring. Blitzkrieg stands there with a look of total disgust on his face.*

Blitz- I respect the hell out of you guys for the job you do, but you step one foot in my ring, and you wont remember much after that. Its pretty simple, I ain't leaving here till Malice wiggles his little ass down to this here ring. So you guys go grab a doughnut, and and stay out of my way.

Edgebrook- He's either lost his mind, or he's dead serious.

Timmons- He's calling out Malice. Didnt he learn his lesson last week when he tried this?

* Suddenly at the top of the ramp Malice slowly walks out mic in hand. The look on his face tells the tale of man that is once again irritated from the order coming from his own employee.*

Malice- I thought I made this clear last week. You dont call me out, ok Blitzkrieg. First of all, if you think I'm coming down there into the ring with you, your crzy. Not gonna happen. I'm not falling for that one. Second of all....

Blitz- Shut up.

Malice- Wha?! Excuse me? Did you just tell me to shut up?

Blitz- Yeah, you dumb son of a bitch. Shut up. It's simple, do you want this piece of garbage or not?

Malice- I dont understand... Your just willing to gi...

Blitz- Shut up. Hell it aint multiple choice you either do, or you dont. Either way, I dont.

Malice- If I come down there to take that from you, what assurences do I have you wont attack me?

Blitz- Depends.

Edgebrook- It depends? Now I'm convinced he's lost it.

* Malice slowly walks down the ramp. While Blitzkrieg lays the belt flat in the ring. After laying it down, he slowly walks over to the far side of the ring to give Malice some space.*

Timmons- Oh I dont like this. Dont trust him Malice.

Edgebrook- Its a little too late for that he's in the ring now with crazy person.

* Malice grabs the belt and quickly turns to leave, when Blitzkrieg grabs him from behind, and spins him around so he can look him straight in the eyes.*

Edgebrook- I think we need some help out here, He's holding Malice hostage in the ring here.

Timmons- I told ya this wasnt going to be good.

* Malice signals for Blitzkrieg to let him and after straightning his shirt a bit Blitzkrieg releases his grip.*

Blitz- What your too good to talk to me now? You wantin to hurt my feelings?

Malice- What else is there to talk ab...

Blitz- Shut up. I'm going to tell you again to keep that hole shut. Now you listen, and you listen good. Tonight, in the first round of the Minnesota Tourney, I'm going to take one step closer to being the Minnesota Champion. If you do anything.. and I mean anything to try and stop me, by god I swear I will kick your ass till you cant move anymore. Do you understand? Its ok to speak now, I allow it.

Malice- Yeah.. yeah fine.. I understand.

Blitz- Good. Now huh. One more thing before I go.

Malice- I can hardly wait.

Edgebrook- OH MY GOD HE JUST LEVELED MALICE WITH A RIGHT HAND.

Timmons- Security. He just hit the boss.

* Blitzkrieg grabs the mic and leans over Malice who is slowly trying to get back up after the surprising shot to the face.*

Blitz- Now we're even you son of bitch.

*Stillbourne starts playing again as Blitz stares down a motionless Malice.*

"The feelings I once felt are now dead and gooooone."

"I've waited here for you for so very loooooooong....

"Waited here for you.....for you.."

Timmons- I think we need to take a commerical break.

Edgebrook- I think your right. We'll be right back.

**The scene opens up in the lockerroom of Hardcore Annihilation, Cyris Raven the BJWC heavyweight champ is suiting up getting ready for tongihts event. When Jerome Titax busts in the door talking on his cellphone**

Jerome- Come on man you have got to be kidding me, you cant do this not tonight, there is so much on the line.

**Cyris looks up with a disturbed look. Jerome keeps talking on the phone though**

Jerome- Tyrone listen to me, she is going to be ok, she is just sleeping, you have a big match you need to be here. Well fine, Have it your way, but you are making a big mistake.

**Jerome hangs up his cell phone. He puts it back in his pocket and puts his hands on his hips and looks up at Cyris Raven. Whom is now standing up**

Cyris- Jerome, where is T.A?

Jerome- That was just him… Cyris, his not coming tonight…

Cyris- What??

Mike: And our first match has Blitzkrieg straight out of jail, taking on Titan from the HWF.

Jeph: Who’s your money on?

Mike: I’m going with Blitz just because he has some prison time under his belt now.

DING DING DING

[Titan goes for a lockup, but Blitz nails a kick to the groind. The ref issues a weak warning, that falls on def ears. Blitz takes advantage of Titan’s agony, and adds to it by landing a picture perfect sidewalk slam.]

Jeph: Titan in trouble early here.

Mike: I told you, Blitz is a ex con now.

[Blitz sends Titan to the ropes and nails a devastating swinging neck breaker on his return.]

Jeph: Titan better show some offense soon, or the ref might call this one.

Mike: There you go Jeph, having faith in the ref’s again. These are Malice’s ref’s. They are trained to worry about ratings. Not rules.

[Somehow Titan has managed to fight back, hammering Blitz with some furious chops sending him realing back in the corner. As Titan advances, Blitz blatently jams a thumb into his eye. Titan reals backwards in pain holding his face. Blitzkrieg capitalizes on the situation by demonstrating his ability to perform a perfect German Suplex. He drags Titan to his feet and puts him in position and nails a rolling powerbomb.]

Jeph: Blitzkrieg isn’t showing any ring rust.

Mike: I bet he wishes that was Malice in the ring with him.

[Blitzkrieg sends Titan into the corner hard. BLITZBURGH!]

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Jeph: Blitzkrieg advances to round 2 of the Minnesota State Championship at Love Hurts.

Malice: EW! What the hell? Apple juice?

(He throws the bottle against the wall of his office and it shatters. Next he goes into his file cabinet. He moves some papers out of the way and pulls out another fifth of whiskey. He takes another drink. Seconds later, he spits it out again and makes a face.)

Malice: GAH! NO WAY! What in the hell is going on?!

(Malice then pulls a book off of the top of the filing cabinet. He looks over both shoulders and opens it up. A hallow book, genious. His eyes squint and he looks confused. He throws the book down on the floor and some cards fall out. His flask isn't inside the book, and from the looks of it, there are just a bunch of playing cards. As the camera zooms in, there are only an ace of clubs, an eight of hearts, and a four of diamonds. On the backs of one of the cards it says "AXIS OF EVIL". Malice storms out of his office, pissed off and in need of a drink.)

Timmons- Nightmare is already in the ring and the match is just seconds away!

(Break On Down hits, the arena is filled with darkness and blue beams of light. A lightning bolt strikes in front of the entrance.)

Edgebrook: Thunder Cat started off very well here in BJWC with a first match win. He really showed me some of what he could do but this is going to be a real test. If the Thunder Cat wants to move on in the Minneapolis Title Tournament he had better be ready to fight for it.

(The Thunder Cat appears in the smoke filled entranceway. The Thunder Cat has a huge smile on his face as he looks at the crowd from the top of the entrance ramp. Thunder Cat strolls to the ring. He jumps onto the ring apron and grabs the top rope. Then he flips over the top rope into the ring.)

Timmons- Yea and Nightmare is coming off of a loss last week from his 3 way hardcore match so you can believe he is chomping at the bit to get in there

Ding Ding

Edgebrook- and there is the bell and we are on our way. Both men start off circling each other now Nightmare charges and goes for a clothesline! Thunder Cat ducks out of the way.

Timmons- Nightmare turns around and meets up with Thunder Cat’s foot! And excellent back toe kick, Nightmare didn’t see it coming. Thunder Cat backs off of Nightmare as nightmare checks his jaw

Edgebrook- From what we learned about the HWF is that Thunder Cat does his homework, it looks like he is sizing Nightmare up trying to see what he has

Timmons- Well Nightmare is back to his feet and closes in on Thunder Cat they lock up, Nightmare with a pair of knee shots he throws Thunder Cat into the ropes Back Body Drop!

Edgebrook- Nightmare keeps the attack up with an elbow to the chest. And he tries another but Thunder Cat quickly moves out of the way he is up and comes off the rope Swinging Neck breaker! Nightmare falls again. Thunder Cat applies a reverse chin lock

Timmons- It appears that Thunder Cat is focusing on Nightmares head and neck, after that intial chick to the face he’s got to be hurting. Nightmare closes in on the ropes and the ref starts the 5 count

Edgebrook- An Elbow to the gut Nightmare not looking for a clean break at all. Nightmare grabs Thunder Cat and lifts him up high a text book suplex. I got to say Mike these two look about even as of right now

Timmons- Correct but something tells me that Thunder Cat is just taking it easy still.

Edgebrook- he might not want to do that, Nightmare might get the chance he needs and than he might get the quick 3 count!

Timmons- Thunder Cat is up and rushes at Nightmare. Nightmare ducks down

Edgebrook: Back body drop over the top rope!! Oh! Cat lands safely on the apron and hammers Nightmare from behind!

Timmons- Nightmare turns around to face Thunder Cat. Cat hits him with a shoulder to the mid-section. Nightmare doubles over and Cat leaps over the top rope. Sunset flip!

One!...

Two!!

Kick to the face from Nightmare! He pulls Thunder Cat over into a pin...

One!....

Two!......

Oh! Another last second kick out from Cat!

Edgebrook: The pace is really picking up! These two men are putting on a clinic!

Timmons: Something has to give! Both men are up...Nightmare rushes Thunder Cat...reverse atomic drop! That rattled Nightmare's foundation! Wow! Followed up with a flying lariat!

Edgebrook- It looks like Thunder Cat is getting into the drivers seat now Nightmare slowly gets up, Thunder Cat locks back up and picks Nightmare up for a stalling suplex!

Timmons- Wait! Nightmare starting to shake free he comes down and lands behind Thunder Cat, and elbow to the small of the back and another Thunder Cat buckles over Nightmare comes off the rope a two handed bulldog off the rope both men are down!

Edgebrook- I can’t believe what is going on here as soon as one man gets going, the other comes back and stops the run! Nightmare is now slowing getting to his feet he falls over for the pin on Thunder Cat!

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KICKOUT!

Timmons- Its still too early, but both men are looking a bit tired both men are getting to their feet

Edgebrook- Thunder Cat with a knife edge chop! Nightmare comes back with a forearm! Thunder Cat with a chop. Nightmare with a forearm. Thunder Cat with another chop, and another he throws Nightmare into the ropes Thunder Cat grabs Nightmare SPINEBUSTER!

Timmons- Nightmare is reeling in pain after that one! What a slam! Thunder Cat picks Nightmare back up an European uppercut Nightmare tosses back with a right hand, and now a kick to the abs. Nightmare off the rope he slides under Thunder Cat! Nightmare grabs the inside leg of Thunder Cat.. School Boy! Wait Nightmare has a handful of tights!

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THR….. NO! The ref sees that Nightmare has the tights and makes Nightmare break the pin, Nightmare is complaining to the ref. Thunder Cat is back up and grabs Nightmare for a reverese DDT!

Edgebrook- That is what he gets for trying to cheat he deserves it all!

Timmons- You deserve a slap to the face Edgebrook

Edgebrook- Just call the match Mike.

Timmons- Thunder Cat is stalking over Nightmare he picks him up and tosses him into the corner, he picks him up to the top turnbuckle we might be getting ready to see Total Chaos! Nightmare seems woozy on the top rope Thunder Cat grabs Nightmare, But No Nightmare tosses Thunder Cat off!

Edgebrook- Night mare now on the top rope Thunder Cat is on his back Nightmare jumps off with a frog splash! It connects! But Nightmare rolls off holding his stomach

Timmons- Both men have are going through the shredder tonight but both can taste that MN Title!

Edgebrook- Nightmare gets back to his feet but Thunder Cat trips him he goes face first into the corner. Thunder Cat now gets back to his feet and tosses Nightmare back up to the top rope TOTAL CHAOS!

Timmons- Thunder Cat crawls over and covers

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Edgebrook- It’s all over! Thunder Cat comes away with a nice victory over Nightmare! Thunder Cat now up to his feet he walks over to Nightmare, and helps him up what is he doing?

Timmons- Get ready for a cheap shot from Thunder Cat I can feel it

Edgebrook- No way Thunder Cat is extending his hand! And Nightmare shakes his hand as well! What a show of sportsmanship!

Timmons- Wait a second Nightmare throws Thunder Cat into the turnbuckle face first! Nightmare takes a running start YOUR DARKEST DREAMS!

Edgebrook- Thunder Cat’s face slams hard off the turnbuckle! Thunder Cat falls hard to the mat as Nightmare starts to laugh. He rolls out of the ring and starts to head backstage. Thunder Cat may have won the match but Nightmare got the last laugh!

RAVEN: Yeah, I know Brock. You just keep looking in Canada for her. Raper has to have Madrean SOME where. I will not stop until I find her.

{Raven stops talking, his face grimacing at the sound of something bad}

RAVEN: I know, Brock. I seen that both Raper…and HIM…are teaming up for NeWA Tag Team gold. I can only feel bad for Yoshi and Thunder Cat. Former HWF members…will never know what hit them.

{Cyris listens to the phone}

RAVEN: Yeah, tonight…things get old school. Time for Jake Blood to find out what karma is all about.

EDGEBROOKE: They both want that title, James and I think they both have a chance.

TIMMONS: Chris wants to start this match of with a bang!

[The bell sounds and both men stare at each other. Yoshi looks at the crowd and looks back at Chris who charges with a boot to the gut. Chris slams Yoshi's head right onto the turnbuckle. He turns him around and gives him a knife edge chop. Chris whips Yoshi to the corner, Chris goes for a spear and connects. Chris then goes for a suplex but Yoshi blocks it, Yoshi headbutts Chris in the shoulder and then clotheslines him down. Yoshi bounces off the ropes, Chris gets up and goes for a leapfrog but Yoshi catches him and counters into a sitdown powerbomb. Yoshi picks Chris up and bodyslams him down. Yoshi bounces off the ropes, he goes for an elbow and Chris moves out of the way. Yoshi gets up and stands in the corner holding his elbow, Chris charges, Yoshi ducks and Chris goes over the top but he lands on the apron. Chris pushes Yoshi out of the corner, Chris climbs the top rope, Yoshi turns around and Chris hits a dropkick from the top. Chris goes for a pin but Yoshi slides right out of it. Yoshi gets up and bounces off the ropes and hits a flying forearm smash right into the face of Chris. Chris gets up and Yoshi clotheslines him over the top and down to the floor. Chris gets up, Yoshi gets on the apron and he hits a springboard plancha from the middle rope down to the floor connecting with Chris. Yoshi picks him up and rams him shoulder first into the steel steps. Yoshi then rolls him into the ring. Yoshi gets on the apron, Yoshi jumps onto the top rope, he goes for a hurracarana but Chris blocks it and counters into a powerbomb. Both men are down after a few seconds, Chris then crawls to the corner, Yoshi gets up, he turns around and Chris nails him with a neckbreaker. Chris then hops on the second rope, he goes for a senton splash and hits it. Chris hooks the leg..]

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TIMMONS: They lock up again! Chris manuvers and locks in a dragon sleeper.

EDGEBROOKE: It's sleepy time as the ref begins counting Yoshi out for the submission.

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TIMMONS: Yoshi KICKS OUT!

EDGEBROOKE: Chris gets to his feet quickly as Yoshi begins to crawl around the ring.

TIMMONS: Chris watches him for a moment then moves in, he pulls Yoshi up by the hair.

EDGEBROOKE: He irsh whips Yoshi to the ropes.

TIMMONS: Yoshi ducks the clothesline...NECKBREAKER!!

EDGEBROOKE: This could be the openning Yoshi needed.

TIMMONS: Indeed.

EDGEBROOKE: Yoshi is up on his feet and he drags Chris by the hair over to the lower rope.

TIMMONS: He's chocking him out!! The ref is moving in...

EDGEBROOKE: And Yoshi breaks the hold. The ref warns him!

TIMMONS: Yoshi drops a knee into Chris' chest then moves in for the cover.

ONE!!

KICKOUT!!

EDGEBROOKE: Yoshi pulls Chris to his feet....SNAP SUPLEX!

TIMMONS: And he moves in for the cover.

ONE!!

KICKOUT!!

EDGEBROOKE: Yoshi is getting fustrated.

TIMMONS: He now applies a reverse chinlock. Chris is trying to break the hold with no success.

EDGEBROOKE: Chris is slowly making it to his feet.

TIMMONS: Yoshi is losing control....he switches it into a hammerlock.

EDGEBROOKE: Chris throws a quick elbow.

TIMMONS: Yoshi easily ducks it and counters with a arm drag which he turns into a overhead wristlock.

EDGEBROOKE: Chris reverses it!

TIMMONS: Yoshi with an armdrag that flips Chris to the mat.

EDGEBROOKE: Leg drop on top of the arm by Yoshi!

TIMMONS: And he moves in for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!

EDGEBROOKE: Yoshi has fustration written all over his face.

TIMMONS: And he heads up the ropes....

EDGEBROOKE: This looks like a 360 splash!

TIMMONS: And he......CONNECTS!!

Crowd: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!

EDGEBROOKE: And that move brings this crowd to their feet.

TIMMONS: Yoshi with the cover again.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRKICKOUT!!!

EDGEBROOKE: Yoshi pounds his fist into the mat and jumps to his feet. He pulls Chris up then kicks him in the gut.

TIMMONS: Yoshi moves in and grabs Chris, JAPAN SLAM!!!

EDGEBROOKE: REVERSED!! And Chris sends Yoshi to the ropes.

TIMMONS: Yoshi grabs the ropes to stop any forward progress. He's walking towards Chris with his fist tightly clinched.

EDGEBROOKE: They lock up!

TIMMONS: Chris gains the advantage with a knee to the gut.

EDGEBROOKE: Yoshi getting up now. Chris moves in...Yoshi quickly with an elbow to the gut followed by a POWERFUL power bomb!

TIMMONS: Yoshi is bent over that may have taken alot out of him. Chris looks like he's out cold.

EDGEBROOKE: Yoshi bringing this home now. Chris looking dazed.

TIMMONS: Yoshi moves in for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!!!

THREKICKOUT!!!

[Yoshi can't believe it. Yoshi gets on the apron, he's on the second rope. Chris gets up and lowblows him. Chris then punches him in the face almost sending Yoshi off the turnbuckle. Chris lifts him up and press slams him back into the ring. Yoshi gets up and Chris hits a clothesline sending him back down. Yoshi is up again and Chris goes for another clothesline but Yoshi delivers a drop toe hold. Yoshi gets up and bounces off the ropes and hits a shoulder block sending Chris to the outside. Yoshi stands on the apron and he goes for a double axe handle but Chris blocks it. Chris then hits a belly to belly suplex right onto the floor.]

EDGEBROOKE: My God, these two want to kill themselves.

TIMMONS: It's great isn't it!

[The ref begins to count. A few seconds have past and he's up to six. Yoshi picks Chris up and rolls him into the ring. Yoshi gets on the top rope, Chris gets up, Yoshi nails an amazing dropkick from the top rope. Cover.]

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EDGEBROOKE: And the winner of this war is Yoshi Kawazughi !!

**Numb By Linkin Park starts up over the PA system as T.A. walks out from backstage, he climbs into the ring and looks for a mic**

Timmons- You have got to be kidding me, why wont this guy just leave!

T.A.- Ok people, I am going to make this short and sweet. Coming up here in 2 weeks is the next BJWC PPV event Love Hurts. And from what I can see, there is no one here that I could really challenge, but I just had a great idea in the back while I was talking to Raven about a few things and I came up with my match.

T.A.- So Malice you better be listening back there in your drunken stupor cause this is how it is going down. At Love Hurts… I WANT A SHOT AT THE WORLD TITLE!

**The crowd gets up on their feet and starts to chant T.A…T.A….**

Edgebrook- What? I thought T.A. didn’t care about titles anymore? What is his deal?

Timmons- The man is still obsessed with gold. Nothing no one can do

T.A.- But who will be the champion come Love Hurts I guess we will find out later on tonight. But you know this wouldn’t be too much fun without some stipulations so here they are. Well whoever wins tonight and I when to face him, and I win, I will take the belt and most of all. I will become the new BJWC Vice President!

Timmons- You have got to be kidding me! T.A. as our VP no way!

Edgebrook- T.A. is spouting off again what demands!

T.A.- Now what If I lose… Well I made up what happens if I win you can decide what happens if I lose.

T.A.- Now most of you are probably saying well if Raven wins he will take a fall so that I can become VP, well heres another stipulation. If Cyris Raven takes a fall or in anyway convincly gives up the match just so I can win, He will be stripped of the Title and the new champion will be decided at next RIOT or STORM and no member of Hardcore Annihilation will be able to take part in championship match!

T.A.- There you go Malice… its up to you now.

**T.A. drops the mic in the middle of the ring and rolls out and starts to head backstage, Numb By Linkin Park starts up again as the fans continue to cheer**

Malice: Send them in.

(Malice hangs the phone up and seconds later the door to his office swings open and in walks Yoshi, the Thunder Cat and about ten BJWC security guards. Thunder Cat and Yoshi stand in opposite corners of Malice’s office with the security guards standing in-between them both. The door to the office is shut and instantly malice begins to speak.)

Malice: Well over the last few days I have spent a lot of time thinking about my choice to make the two of you team together. I now know that you two will not team and you two will not work together.

(Thunder Cat and Yoshi both shake their heads in agreement.)

Malice: But I know that with some help I can make this happen. I know that I can bring the two of you together.

Yoshi: No, it is not going to happen. I will not team with this man so why don’t you just find me another partner.

Malice: Yoshi you want a new partner and I am willing to bet that the Thunder Cat wants the same. I know how you both feel about this and I have a solution to this problem.

(Malice reaches into his desk and pulls out two envelopes.)

Malice: Inside these two envelopes is the solution. One is for you Yoshi and the other is yours Cat.

(Yoshi and Thunder Cat both think that they know exactly what is in these envelopes. Nothing settles more issues than a little bit of green. Yoshi and the Thunder Cat both move towards malice’s desk. Malice extends the two envelopes out to Yoshi and Thunder Cat. Each man grabs one of the envelopes and as they do two of the security guards rush in and instantly the trap is set. Before the Thunder Cat and Yoshi know what is happening they are trapped. They look down to their wrists and see that they are now handcuffed to one another. Neither man can believe it. They are beside themselves as Malice leans back in his chair and begins to address Thunder Cat and Yoshi.)

Malice: You two have now leaned that I always get what I want. You two will remain cuffed to one another till your NeWA Tag Team Championship Match. Inside your envelopes are the rules of this arrangement. Also inside each envelope is a copy of your own BJWC contracts. If the rules supplied are broken in anyway your contracts will be null and void and you will both be tossed out o your asses.

(Malice waves to the security members of his security team and they move in and grab Thunder Cat and Yoshi. The security guards pull the Thunder cat and Yoshi out of Malice’s office as Malice delivers his parting words.)

Malice: Have a nice night gentlemen.

Joey Numbers: Oh hell yeah. It's time to advance in this competition and win gold here in the BJWC.

*In the backround, Joey's music hits.*

Joey Numbers: Looks like that is my cue. It's game time.

Mike Timmons: Look at that! The lights just went out!

James Edgebrook: That could only mean one thing!

*Fireworks go off*

Mike Timmons: A couple fireworks......that could only be.....

James Edgebrook: That's right, BJWC newcommer

Joey Numbers

Mike Timmons: And there is Joey Numbers! He is standing on the top ramp admiring what he is seeing. This kid really has potential here! He makes his way to the ring and slides in.

James Edgebrook: Not before giving high fives to the crowd!

Mike Timmons: Pathetic if you ask me. Let’s go to the action.

DING DING DING

[The two men lock up. Numbers gets the early advantage and takes Knox down to the mat with an armbar.]

Timmons: I show up to a BJWC event, and suddenly a wrestling match is breaking out!

Edgebrook: Your right, we don’t see that many arm bars anymore.

[Knox feels the pressure for a couple seconds before we decides he doesn’t like the predicament and drags himself to the ropes. Number releases on the two count. Knox is up and circling Numbers trying to shake blood back into his arm.]

[The two lock up again. This time Numbers lands a fast knee to the midsection. Followed by an ear splitting chop to the chest. Joey sends him to the ropes and attempts a spear. Knox is having none of that though and sidesteps the move and shoving Numbers through ropes to the floor.]

T: A little early for that kind of move.

[Knox doesn’t waste any time sliding out to capitalise. He lays a couple fast boots to the fallen Numbers who went through those ropes with enough momentum to propel him into the guard rail. Knox picks him up and sends him hard into the corner post.]

T: Way to use the ring to your advantage Brian.

[Knox grabs a folding chair, but the ref has seen enough and rips it away from him. Meanwhile Numbers has painstakenly rolled into the ring.. Knox follows after a brief argument with the ref.]

E: Unbelievable. We just witnessed a BJWC ref doing his job!

[Knox backs Numbers into a corner with powerful punches and kicks to the midsection. But suddenly Numbers has had enough and turns the tables. Knox is now in the corner getting blows reigned down on him. Numbers whips him hard into the opposite turnbuckle and Knox bounces out hard. Numbers with the SUPERKICK. But Knox ducks and delivers a low blow.]

E: Come on ref, you can’t be allowing that.

T: Looks like the showboat got what he had coming to him.

[Knox has him up and slings him to the ropes. Knox nails a perfect dropkick sending Numbers to the mat. Knox heading to the top rope now. Numbers isn’t moving. Moonsault by Knox. He goes for the cover......]

1.........

2.........

Kickout by Numbers.

[Knox off the ropes, Corkscrew Leg Drop. Cover.........]

1.........

Kickout.

[Knox quickly lands a couple of boots to keep Numbers down. Satisfied with his work, Knox applies a Boston Crab]

T: KNOX HAS HIM LOCKED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!!!!

[Numbers tries to push up on his arms, and manages to get to a raised position, but Knox rocks back and applies more pressure. Numbers screams in agony, and at the same moment, Knox screams in effort, rocking back even further, threatening to snap Number's back in half!!!]

E: How much more pressure can Numbers handle! How much more pain can he stand?!!!

[Numbers pounds the mat before trying to get to the pushed-up position again, and he succeeds, with his face all twisted in pain, he slowly and agonizingly pulls himself to the ropes.]

[The referee forces the break, and Knox rocks WAAAAAAY back one more time before he releases the hold, maximizing the effect. Numbers rolls out of the ring hoping to recooperate some. But Knox is right out after him. Once again he goes for a chair and attacks Numbers.]

[SUPERKICK by Numbers. He kicked that chair right back into the face of Knox.]

[Limping in pain from the Boston Crab, Numbers slowly goes to the fallen Knox and rolls him into the ring and follows at a slow pace. Both men are slow to their feet. They begin exchangeing blows. Numbers gets the early advantage, but Knox ends that with a thumb to the eye.]

E: In a very short time, these two men have absorbed a rediculous amount of punishment.

T: And the ref has only interfered one time.

[Knox going for a Norther Lights Suplex, but Numbers is managing to block it. Numbers reverses and nails a quick snap suplex. Knox is up quick not wanting to lose momentum, but only to recieve a kick to the stomach followed by a DDT.]

[Numbers sends Knox into the turnbuckle. As he repells out holding his back, Numbers delivers a Diamond Cutter. And goes for the pin.........]

1..........

2.........

Kickout

[Irish Whip by Numbers. Suddenly Knox pulls out a Spear from no where.]

T: Ha Ha, Numbers didn’t see that coming.

[Numbers staggers to his feet, only to be met with a dropkick.]

[Knox going for his finisher, the running diamond cutter. But Numbers shoves him off, sending him slamming into the turnbuckle.]

[Knox staggers out. Tiger Powerbomb by Numbers.]

E: I think he calls that the Joyride Mike.

[Numbers pulls Knox to the center of the ring and applies an ankle lock.]

T: What does he call that one smart guy?

M: Well actually he calls that “The Numbers Game”

T: I knew that, I was just curious if you did.

[Knox screams out in agony and claws at the mat for leverage, but none is found. With one last surge, Knox realises he cannot break the hold and it is too much to take. Knox taps out.]

Edgebrook: Winning this match and advancing to the next round of the tournament, Joey Numbers.

Timmons- Why? What'd I miss?

Edgebrook- If I am hearing this right, we are about to get a repeat of last week on Riot.

Timmons- Oh no, not again..Look Edgebrook.

* Blitzkrieg is seen sitting in another fork lift about 10 feet from the newly repaired office of Malice.*

Edgebrook- The good news is we know for sure that Malice isn't in there right now..

Timmons- Yeah but the bad news is that his office is about to get wrecked again. Oh no.

Edgebrook- Blitzkrieg dont do it.. Dont do it..

Timmons- Nooooooooooo!!!

*KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

Timmons- What'd they make those walls out of? Plastic? The whole thing came down in one shot.

Edgebrook- Oh Malice isnt gonna be happy about this at all.

* The camera zooms in on Blitzkrieg as he gets out of the fork lift with a big smile on his face.*

Blitz- I lied Malice... Now we're even.

Timmons: Who will survive the gambit?

The Lights fade down. "Numb" by Linkin Park starts to play over the PA system. The Crowd starts to rise to their feet, as apon the Billy J Tron two letters to smash up against the black screen forming T.A. at each pulse. The Crowd starts to chant T.A...T.A... And with a smash the letters go through the black wall and instantly turn Golden. Golden Pyro stats to erupt from the ceiling of the arena, as Tyrone Alguard makes his way out from backstage, he looks over the crowd, gives a quick smirk and crosses his arms, with a crack of his neck he begins to walk down the ramp, at every other step a shot of golden pyro explodes from rampside. He makes it to the ring and walks up the stairs between the ropes and over to the corner post on the opposite side, he climbs to the second rope and looks out at the crowd hands flying in the air.

[DING! DING!! DING!!!]

Edgebrook: And we're underway here in this matchup!

Timmons: Did I hear President Malice right tonight before we went live? This thing has NO time limit?

Edgebrook: Yup.

Timmons: COOL!!!! These five guys could spend from now until Sunday night killing each other then!!!!!

[ Kitel and Alguard stand in the middle of the ring while Kitel looks eye to eye with Alguard before violently shoving Alguard away before backing away and stretches against the ropes before locking up with a collar and elbow tie-up. Kitel grabs a side headlock but Alguard quickly shoves Kitel into the ropes and goes for a shoulderblock but Kitel holds his ground. Alguard goes for a quick clothesline but Kitel ducks under and knocks Alguard down with a hard knife edge chop to the chest. Kitel picks Alguard back up by the hair but Alguard counters with a massive european forearm of his own before whipping Kitel to the ropes. Alguard goes for a clothesline but Kitel ducks under and sends Alguard to the mat with a reverse neckbreaker.]

Timmons: And Kitel with an early advantage after than neckbreaker!

Edgebrook: But look at Alguard!!! He's up already!!!!

[True to the man's word, Alguard has bounced up, and shoots a grin towards Kitel that says "You're gonna have to do better than that." Kitel grins sadistically, and the two bulls crash together in the center of the ring again in a collar and elbow. Alguard snatches a headlock from the tie-up, and cranks down HARD with his forearms, adding some extra pressure to the hold. Kitel thumps Alguard's side a bit, looking for an escape route, then tries to shove Alguard off, but Alguard holds on to the headlock, taking a brief second to release and plant the point of his elbow into the back of Kitel’s neck, then regaining the headlock and cinching down on it. Kitel remains in the hold for a second, plotting, then lifts Alguard overhead in a suplex attempt, but Alguard has it well scouted and twists away from the momentum, essentially using Kitel's own momentum to snapmare him over in mid-air, with his body weight coming down full force on himself, adding a little extra insult to injury.]

Edgebrook: What a beautiful counter to that suplex attempt by Alguard!

[Kitel feels the air rush out of his body, and Alguard smiles as he pulls back on the headlock, adding some pressure to an already painful hold. Kitel rolls to his belly, forcing Alguard to take a knee to keep the pressure on. Kitel follows suit, and pulls his knees under him, which forces Alguard to stand. Kitel rises with him, and backs into the ropes. He delivers a couple of quick rabbit punches to the kidney area, and Alguard releases the hold. Kitel delivers another shot to the ribcage, then moves to the front and delivers a STINGING chop to Alguard's chest....]

Crowd: WHOOOOOOO!!!!!

[....and another overhand chop....]

Crowd: WHOOOOOO!!!!!!

[...before taking Alguard's arm and sending him across. Alguard reverses however, and scores with a Lou Thesz press before delivering a VICIOUS series of lefts and rights to the face of Kitel!]

[Alguard reaches down and pulls Kitel up by the hair, getting him to his feet, then lifting him HIGH overhead with a huge gorilla press! Alguard makes a huge display of power, pumping Kitel up and down a few times, then goes to the ropes and deposits Kitel on the outside!]

E: Kitel to the hard concrete from at least twelve feet in the air!

[Alguard doesn't rest on his laurels, however, as he backs against the ropes and charges, FLYING over the top rope and catching a rising Kitel with a Suicide Dive to the outside!!!]

E: AIR ALGUARD COMING IN FOR A CRASH LANDING!!!

[Alguard picks up Kitel and spikes him to the floor with a snap suplex, before rolling into the ring quickly to stop the count, then rolls back out and grabs up Kitel, shooting him under the bottom rope before following in himself. He looks out to the crowd, signals, and rolls Kitel to his back before picking up his legs...]

E: MIAMI CLOVERLEAF COMING UP!!!!!

[Alguard starts to wrap up Kitel’s legs, but Kitel pulls him over into a small pacakge!]

1....

2....

KICKOUT!!!!

[Alguard gets up quickly and delivers a stiff kick to Kitel's neck area. Alguard picks Kitel up by the hair and hooks him into a fireman's carry but Kitel rolls through it into a sunset flip and then locks on a Sharpshooter.]

[Alguard struggles, pounding his arms on the mat a couple of times, before using his arms to start to pull himself AND Kitel towards the ropes.]

[Kitel cranks back on the sharpshooter, forcing Alguard to break his momentum, but Alguard regains his composure and reaches out, using his forearms to Army crawl to within an inch of the ropes. Alguard reaches out, and his fingers barely brush the bottom strand, but Kitel wrenches back on the sharpshooter again, breaking Alguard's momentum a second time.]

E: Alguard is just ohsoclose to those ropes now...can he break free?

[Alguard pushes up, negating a little of the pressure of the sharpshooter, before slamming his forearm to the mat in anger and pulling himself about another inch along the mat, which is just enough to force a break.]

E: SUPERHUMAN EFFORT ON THE PART OF ALGUARD TO FORCE THE BREAK!!!!!

[Kitel releases the hold and stands . Alguard pulls himself up to a standing position, but his left knee is hurting, and he shows it with a limp. Kitel moves in, kicking away at that left knee methodically, letting Alguard take a step or two after each kick before delivering another, pursuing him around the ring like a lion after a falling gazelle. Alguard throws a glancing blow, catching Kitel in the side of the head, but Kitel continues his pursuit . Kitel kicks away on the knee again, forcing Alguard to one knee. Kitel comes in again, looking to stomp away on the knee, but gets met with a low blow....DING!....and falls to the mat in obvious male agony. Alguard makes use of the opportunity to back away from Kitel, standing and flexing his knee, trying to get the blood flowing to the joint again.]

Timmons: When in doubt, always aim for the family jewels!

Edgebrook: Cheap move, but effective nonetheless.

T: Isn't that what I just said?

E: No, not really.

[Alguard gets back to his feet and picks up a stunned Kitel and goes for a german suplex but Kitel counters by hooking the arms and smashing his head into Alguard's face numerous times before turning around and dropping Alguard with a roaring elbow to the jaw and follows up with a cover.]

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T: WOW!!! Alguard just about got knocked silly from that shot.

[Alguard rolls to a knee as Kitel stands. Kitel comes over to grab Alguard, but Alguard fires a shot to the gut, and a second, getting to his feet. Alguard tries to shake off the cobwebs when he grabs Kitel and puts him over his shoulders. Alguard looks for a death valley driver but Kitel kicks his way off and shoves Alguard into the ropes as Kitel takes Alguard down with a belly to belly suplex. Kitel looks to the crowd before he climbs up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with an elbowdrop to the heart. Kitel goes for the cover.]

1...

2...

Edgbrook: NO!!

Timmons: How did Alguard kick out of that?

[Kitel picks up a stunned Alguard and hooks on a single arm DDT before dropping him to the mat.]

[Kitel picks up Alguard and with a sadistic smile drives him into the mat with three more DDT’s before locking on the Crossface but Alguard tries to escape.]

E: Alguard needs out of this in a big way or this is over!

[Alguard reaches out and grabs the ropes, and Kitel stands, still smiling. Kitel extends Alguard's arm before dropping numerous kneedrops to the arm before locking on a Crucifix Armbar. Alguard slams the mat in pain as Kitel locks it in, then rolls towards the locked shoulder, reducing the pressure somewhat, before trying to stand. Kitel feels the change, and rolls the opposite direction, taking Alguard back over. Alguard repeats the motion, this time pulling Kitel up with him one-armed!]

E: AND LOOK AT THE STRENGTH OF ALGUARD!!!!

[Alguard picks Kitel up as high as he can, then drops straight down to the mat, slamming Kitel on his back, forcing the release of the hold. Alguard walks away, shaking this injured limb now, getting the blood to flow back to THIS body part.]

T: This is a systematic dismantling of Alguard right now. First that knee, and now the left arm as well.

E: Sound strategy.

[Kitel makes his way over to Alguard, but Alguard catches Kitel offguard with a waistlock, then turns and spins Kitel towards the ring with a huge belly to belly suplex. Alguard quickly goes over and picks Kitel up again, locking him up and executing a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex, and then bridges for a pin!!!]

1....

2....

Thr-NO!!!! KITEL KICKS OUT!!!

[Alguard rises, and picks Kitel up again, this time PLANTING Kitel into the mat with a nasty looking overhead release Dragon suplex. Alguard picks Kitel up again, drops Kitel down to the canvas with a shoulderbreaker on Kitel's left arm! Kitel rolls around the mat in pain, as Alguard smiles.]

[Alguard picks Kitel up, and backs him to the ropes, sending him across. He catches Kitel with a hue powerslam, twisting his body slightly so that Kitel takes the bulk of the impact on that left shoulderblade, and Kitel again flails on the match in pain.]

E: Alguard now taking control of this matchup!!!!

[Alguard pulls a fallen Kitel to the middle of the ring, then grabs his legs and locks in the sharpshooter in the center of the ring!!!!]

T: AND KITEL IN TROUBLE HERE AS ALGUARD HAS THE SHARPSHOOTER LOCKED IN TIGHT!!!!

E: Kitel struggles to no availe. The pain consumes him and he taps.

T: KITEL TAPPED OUT

[DING DING DING]

E: Only three more opponents for Alguard

T: I just don’t see him winning this. That match took to much out of him. He already has two injured limbs.

[Brian “The Money Man” Steele comes charging to the ring. Alguard is at ringside and greets Steele’s charge with a massive metal chair baseball swing nearly taking his head off. The ref signals for the bell]

[DING DING DING]

E: And this match is underway again.

T: So the ref allowed the chair shot?

[ Alguard rolls in the unconcious and bloodied Steele into the ring and goes for a cover.]

1.........

2.........

3.........

[DING DING DING]

E: And that fast it is two down and two to go.

T: The Brian Steele I remember wouldn’t have walked right into a trap like that.

E: It looks like the Money man will be leaving on a stretcher.

T: We better get maintenence down here also. That chair pretty much needs reassembled.

E: Triple “666” Trek is on his way to the ring. He is charging also.

[Suicide Dive by Alguard driving Trek hard into the ramp.]

[DING DING DING]

E: Alguard is on a roll here.

[Alguard rolls Trek into the ring and goes for a cover.]

1

2

Kickout, Not that easy this time.

[Alguard picks up Trek throws him into the ropes, T.A. hits him with a knee to the midsection, then kicks his leg up backwards hitting Trek in the face, he than spins around and delivers a reverse DDT.]

E: The Hellhound, we havn’t seen that one in a while.

cover

1

2

3

E: The Annialator has done it. 3 out of 4, only Tony Floyd left to go.

T: Even I can’t believe this. Steele and Trek looked like a couple of rookies out there.

E: Trek just looked worn down from training so hard for the Newa event.

The arenas lights start to go dim where you hear a little girls voice say: An out of the darkness,
The zombie did call,
True pain and suffering he brought to them all,
Away were the children to hide in their beds,
For fear that the devil will chop off their heads.

On his way to the ring, weighting in at 355 lbs. From Tombstone, Nevada. Tony Floyd

Then 43 seconds in to the song Super beast the pyros go of on the stage and as soon as they are done you see this massive figure walking straight to the ring as if nothing is going to stand in his way.

[Alguard with another suicide dive. But Tony Floyd caught him in mid air]

[DING DING DING]

[Floyd with a powerslam to the concrete. Then he rolls TA into the ring almost with disgust. Alguad doesn’t look to be in too good of shape. Floyd irish whips him to the ropes and delivers a clothesline from hell.]

Timmons: It looks like Floyd is going to get another shot at BJWC gold.

[Floyd bringsAlguard to his feet. Alguard startsto fight back. But the blows don’t have a lot of power behind them and Floyd laughs in the face of Alguard as the blows bounce harmlessly off of him. Floyd stops laughing though and delivers a headbut that drops Alguard hard into the corner.]

Edgebrook: I hate to repeat myself, but this could be history. I’ve never seen Alguard get handled like this.

[Floyd lands a couple of hard boots to the fallen Alguard’s midsection. Then he picks him up by the throat. He picks him all the way up. Floyd is going for a chokeslam. He chokeslams Alguard clean out of the ring through the Spanish announce table.]

Edgebrook: Oh my god, not again.

Timmons: Don’t even go there again James. It is just not worth harping on any longer.

Edgebrook: But Mike, every week.

Timmons: James, let it go.

[Floyd looks down on the destruction he has caused and laughs. Several harsh words in the Spanish language are shot back in his direction. Tyrone is trying to get up, but he is not moving too well. Floyd grows impatient and goes after him. Floyd lifts him up like a rag doll and tosses him over the top rope. Floyd takes his time getting back into the ring as Alguard flails around attempting to gain the strength just to rise. Floyd grabs hold of him and puts him in suplex position. Floyd goes for ths suplex, but Alguard slides down his back and rolls him into a small package.]

1

2

kickout

[Floyd up fast, he is angry. He charges Aguard who is using the ropes to support himself. Alguard spears Floyd in the knees. Floyd falls like a great oak. Alguard up quickly slaps on a sharpshooter. Floyd screems out in agony. Floyd does a pushup and easily walks himself to the ropes on this hands for a break]

Edgebrook: Wow! what a move by Alguard.

Timmons: What power demonstrated by Floyd.

[Both men are up slowly. Floyd charges. Sunset flip by Alguard. Floyd goes over the top rope this time crashing ontop of Spanish announcer Paco Delgado]

Edgebrook: aaahhhhhhh!!!

Timmons: Zip it James, Zip it.

[Alguard stumbles to the top rope.]

Edgebrook: This is a little out of character.

[Alguad leaps from the top of ropes onto Floyd who is all the way on the floor with a flying elbow drop. Both men lay there as the ref starts to count.]

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3

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5

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9

Alguard manages to roll in under the bottom rope.

10

Edgebrook: Alguard wins the gambit! Alguard wins the gambit!

Timmons: He is going to need medical attention though James. He is not moving, and a medical team is on the way to the ring.

Edgebrook: Hmmmm..., Do you think Malice is coming out to congradulate Tyrone Alguard on his gambit victory?

Timmons: I don't think Malice thought he could win this! I would assume that he can't be too happy.

[Malice enters the ring, he stops a moment to take a look at Alguard, who is recieving medical attention.]

[After taking in all the ring carnage and taking a moment to let the fans calm down, he brings the microphone to his mouth.]

Malice - Wow Minnesota, What a match!

( Good response from the crowd )

Malice: I have to give it to you Tyrone. I didn't think you had it in you. But then again, I thought the four men facing you, would have stepped up also, and some of them looked just plain pathetic.

(Malice pauses to shake his head in disgust.)

Malice: So now you have earned the right to name each match that you are in for the next month. I'm not sure what your plans are for these. But as president of this company, I felt it was my duty to give you a little creative input to help the process along .

(Malice wanders over to TA who is still lying flat on the mat getting his vitals taken.)

Malice: And my creative input is...........

[Malice lands an elbowdrop on the fallen Alguard.]

Jeph: What the hell is going on here? Timmons: Maybe Malice plans on knocking Tyrone out of wrestling for the month that he gets to choose his matches.

[Malice has lifted Alguard up into the fireman's carry position. HANGOVER!]

Timmons: It looks like Malice still knows how to perform his finishing move.

Edgebrook: Why though? Alguard is one of Malice's top talents. He is not thinking like a prez.

[Malice has the mic]

Malice: Oh, sorry there Mr. Alguard. My creative input into your next match is that you face ME at Love Hurts. I can't force you into it or any other match for that fact, it is your call. But I hope maybe I've just given your smart alec ass a little incentive.

[Malice watches as the medical team starts to put a neck brace on Alguard.]

Malice: Well what do you have to say for yourself Alguard?

(Malice pushes his mic into the face of Alguard. Alguard appears unable to answer as blood and saliva sputter from his mouth as he attempts to respond.)

Malice: Oh well Love Hurts is two weeks away. You can get back to me at your own convenience.

[Orion thunders back over the sound system as Malice makes his way up the ramp. The crowd is on his back hard with boo's and jeering. They only seem to bring a smile to the President's face.]

Edgebrook: I guess the pressure has gotten to Malice. He has finally snapped.

Timmons: You were right earlier when you said that he wasn't thinking like a president. He is thinking like a wrestler again.

Edgebrook: I don't know if Malice ever had what it took to defeat Alguard though.

Timmons: I don't know about that. He has a few more resources at the tip of his fingertips right now also.

Edgebrook- Timmons, your not going to believe this, but it appears that Blitzkrieg is still busy backstage.

Timmons- Oh god, whats he doing now? He's not still driving that forklift is he?

Edgebrook- No, looks like he's signing something right outside the demolished office of Malice.

* BJWC Legal Advisor James Norwood is standing next to Blitzkrieg as he finishes signing some paperwork. Blitzkrieg hands it back and they both shake hands.*

Norwood- When the BJWC exects see this, their not gonna know what em.

Blitz- Let's hope.

Edgebrook- What the hell was it? What did he just sign?

Timmons- I dunno, but all the choas he has caused tonight leads me to believe, it can't be good whatever it is.

OOC: (This was the second match that is the reason the card is late. Again, my sincerest apologies and I guarantee this will not happen again. If it ends up written, it will be posted at that time.)

After a brutal, bloody, ugly, messy, guts lying out on the mats, broken firey tables, chunks of flesh hanging from the steel cages, 35 minute match, Cyris Raven remains our BJWC heavyweight champion.

(The voice has an arabic accent.)

V/O: You American infidels. You foolish, foolish men. With your cursing. Worshipping false idols. Attacking our innocent familes that have caused Americans no harm in the Middle East. We coming to the BJWC. We are going to show you Americans. Very soon, no women will be showing their faces. All men will be wearing a mustache. And all of you widiots in the BJWC will be worshipping ALLAH!

(The crowd boos and the lights flicker and come back on, to reveal cards showering down from the ceiling. Once again, it is the eight of hearts, four of diamonds, and ace of clubs. The BJTron still says "AXIS OF EVIL" in red lettering. The crowd picks up the cards and looks totally confused.)