(The UWA revolving globe logo appears on the screen and fades into the background. "We're Back" by DMX feat. Eve and Jadakiss plays in the background, as the Total Annihilation opening video plays on screen. Then, the camera opens up the live crowd in Pittsburgh, where fans are cheering and holding up signs as flames and pyro explosions fire up from the ringposts and the Total Annihilation set. When the pyro stops, the camera pans the crowd, picking up signs such as "CM=Championship Material", "Feel the Bolt", "Marry Me Joanie", "Where's Alyssa?!", and "I've Got Panther Fever", before cutting down to ringside, where Vince Johnson and Delaware Dave are seated at the commentary table!)

VJ: THE MELLON ARENA HAS BEEN FILLED TO THE RAFTERS!!! Thousands upon thousands of fans are in attendence for the first PPV offering of 2005! Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to TOTAL ANNIHILATION!!!!!!! Vince Johnson here alongside the one and only Delaware Dave, and folks, what a night it's gonna be!

DD: Damn right, Vince! It's a brand new year, and tonight, not only are we in the STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL City, but here tonight, we're gonna have a new Universal Champion as well! I can't wait.

VJ: That could very well be the case, as right here tonight, Panther does battle with the now FORMER Intercontinental Champion, CM Punk!

DD: No, wait a minute, Vince! Don't start with that crap! You and I both know that that match the other night was nothing but a fluke! CM Punk is in my mind the rightful I-C Champ, and after tonight, he'll add the Universal Title as well!

VJ: Well...despite what you think, Punk lost that gold to the Hurricane the other night on the Slam...

DD: FLUUUUUUUUUUKE!

VJ: (rolls eyes) But fans, many people in the UWA think that, yes, perhaps CM Punk DOES indeed have Panther's number here tonight!

DD: They think it because it's the truth! I mean, let's face facts here, Vince! CM Punk is without a doubt one of the hottest wrestlers in the world right now! He's beaten guys like Rage! Guys like J-Dogg! Hell...he even pinned Lightning last month! And remember, Vince! Panther will not be 100% coming into this thing!

VJ: Well...yes, Panther still feeling the effects of injuries suffered during last month's Hell in a Cell match with T Money, where Panther won the title. Those injuries have been exploited throughout the month by Punk and the Young Wunz...it was Simon's target this past week on the Slam in his controversial win over Panther, and Dave, considering the brutality of last month's Hell in a Cell match, considering the damage inflicted over the past couple of weeks, and considering the calibre of wrestler that CM Punk is, many people feel that Panther is in serious jeopardy of coughing up that Universal Title here tonight!

DD: HAHA! Now you're catching on, Vince!

VJ: Well, we'll find out later on tonight! Folks, also on tonight's card, you'll see Lightning and Ice Cube, two of the top superstars in the UWA square off in what I'm sure will be an epic encounter. We've got a HUGE tag team encounter set for tonight, as Mass Destruction will do battle with the team of T Money and Steve Corino in what I'm sure will be nothing short of a war! The I-C, Women's and Tag Title belts will all be up for grabs...

DD: And don't forget Francine!

VJ: Yes! For weeks now, Francine has been promising a special surprise for "J-Dogg" Johnny Gunn! Right here tonight, we'll find out just who or what that surprise is! Fans...what an unbelievable night it's gonna be! Let's not waste any time...let's get you right down to ringside for our opening match!

Diamond Vs Mercedes Martinez

("The Terror Era" by Fat Joe feat. Remy Martin hits the PA system, and a red hue slowly engulfs the arena. Suddenly, 2 rows of flames ignite along the sides of the entrance ramp, and the crowd boos as Mercedes Martinez steps out from the locker room with a look of disdain in her eyes. The flames continue burn on the ramp as Mercedes makes her way down the ramp to ringside, where she slides under the bottom rope, walks toward the main camera and raises both fists into the air to a slight negative reaction from the crowd.)

DD: HAHA! Isn't she hot, Vince?!

VJ: There she is...Mercedes Martinez! The woman who, for whatever reason, has gone out of her way to make Diamond's life a living hell! For the past month now, Mercedes has been involving herself in Diamond's affairs...attacking her on various occasions...she actually cost Diamond and Darkest Desires the Women's Tag Team Belts not once, but twice in the last month!

DD: Yeah...and ya know something, Vince, I dunno much about this Martinez chick, but you know me! Any enemy of Diamond's is a friend of mine!

VJ: Whatever the case may be, Ms. Martinez may be preparing to pay a heavy price here tonight in Pittsburgh!

(Mercedes is warming up in the ring, stretching her right leg as the flames go down on the ramp. The music slowly fades out, and the arena goes black as "Black Diamond" by KISS hits the PA system. The crowd goes WILD as a bright purple spotlights illuminate the entrance, smoke pours out from the locker room, and Diamond steps through the curtains with a look of determination on her face. Dozens of flashbulbs go off in the crowd as Diamond stands at the edge of the ramp, looking towards the ring, where Mercedes is pacing back in forth intensely. Diamond then looks around the arena, makes a big "throat-cutting" gesture with her right hand, then starts down the ramp to ringside. In the ring, Mercedes is motioning for Diamond to bring it, as Diamond starts sprinting down the ramp. The arena lights return to normal as Diamond slides into the ring, and Mercedes immediately attacks her!)

Ding Ding Ding!!!

VJ: HEY!!!

DD: HAHA! Look at this!

VJ: Mercedes Martinez going right to work on Diamond! Not even allowing her to get to her feet...C'MON REF!!!

DD: HAHA! I love it, Vince! Toughest woman you'll ever meet, eh?!

VJ: Well right now, Mercedes is certainly putting that nickname to the test! Mercedes with a handful of hair now...bringing Diamond back to her feet--OOOH!!! Hard knife edge chop to the chest of Diamond!!!! A SECOND ONE sends Diamond back into the buckle...and now look at Mercedes go to work! Stomping away! Burying those boots right to the midsection of Diamond! This is Mercedes Martinez's PPV debut in singles competition, and she's making the most of it right here!

DD: Damn right she is! And when she's through with old Diamond here, this could end up being her last PPV match!

VJ: Mercedes' last match?!

DD: Diamond, you idiot!

VJ: Oh! Mercedes...look at her! Just choking Diamond in the corner...referee Doug Peterson calling for the break!

DD: That was a legal hold!

VJ: Yeah right! Mercedes now...with the break...referee Peterson trying to back Mercedes Martinez off of Diamond...OH WAIT A MINUTE!

DD: Huh?!

VJ: Diamond has Mercedes now! Diamond...both hands around the throat, tossing Mercedes Martinez back into the buckle...AND NOW LOOK AT DIAMOND GO TO WORK!!!!!!! DIAMOND...RIGHTS...LEFTS...DIAMOND OPENING UP ON MERCEDES--OOOH! What a chop to the chest by Diamond...AND ANOTHER ONE!!! A third! Diamond...lighting up the chest of Mercedes Martinez!

DD: What she's doing is cheating! C'mon ref!

VJ: Irish whip by Diamond sends Mercedes to the opposite buckle! Mercedes in trouble here, as Diamond...she's calling for it! Diamond signalling to this capacity crowd...Diamond's elbow coming up--OH! Mercedes wisely getting out of dodge!

DD: Yeah...smart move, Mercedes!

VJ: Mercedes Martinez out to the floor...and look at the look on the face of Diamond! She is anxious, Dave!

DD: She's anxious to get her ass whipped! Remember Vince, this woman is from the streets! She's got that fire, ya know!

VJ: Well she just got burned in there by the former Women's Champion, and right now, Mercedes taking a little breather on the outside...taking the referee's count...trying to slow Diamond's momentum!

DD: That's right! Make her play your game, Mercedes...uh oh!

VJ: And it looks like she's doing just that! Diamond to the outside...Mercedes over here jaw jacking with the fans!

DD: Turn around, Mercedes! Turn around--AHH!

VJ: Diamond...handful of hair! Diamond's got Mercedes, and she sends her right back into the ring! Diamond taking comand of this thing here! Diamond...back into the ring, Mercedes misses with a wild right hand...SCHOOLGIRL BY DIAMOND...1...2...no!! Kickout by Mercedes!! Both women back to their feet...Mercedes...Diamond ducks the clothesline--ANOTHER SCHOOLGIRL BY DIAMOND! 1...2...NO! Just a two count!

DD: C'mon, Vince! What about that flagrant cheating by Dia--WHOO!!!!!! Did you see that?!

VJ: Mercedes just popped up and nailed Diamond right across the face with a hard slap!

DD: HAHA! You could hear that thing in China, Vince!

VJ: And look at Diamond...going after Mercedes...Mercedes backing into the ropes...referee Peterson...

DD: C'mom ref! Get her off of her!

VJ: Diamond...she's hot after that slap to the face by Merce--HEY DAMN IT! Mercedes with a hard right over the shoulder of the referee! She just floored Diamond...and will you look at this little...Mercedes Martinez is all over Diamond!

DD: Yeah! Stay on her, Mercedes! Stay on her!

VJ: Oh look at this now! Mercedes on the mat...strangling Diamond! Choking out the former Women's Champion...and this crowd doesn't like it at all, Dave!

DD: Who gives a damn what these people like! I told ya before that crowds don't win matches!

VJ: Mercedes now...bringing Diamond back to her feet...OH! Hard knee lift right to the midsection of Diamond...HARD ELBOW TO THE TOP OF THE HEAD sends Diamond right to her knees! And Mercedes now...what's this??? Mercedes now, with the left arm of Diamond...winding up on the arm...

DD: Look at this!!!

VJ: WHOA!!! CROSSARMBREAKER!! MERCEDES MARTINEZ WITH THE CROSSARMBREAKER ON DIAMOND...

DD: Listen to Diamond scream!!! SCRREEEEEEEEEEAM!!!!!!

VJ: Diamond...she's had a history of arm injuries Dave! In fact, it was this very hold delivered by "Deadly Candy" Alyssa Sanders some 3 years ago that injured Diamond's arm!

DD: Yeah...and doing that to Diamond shot Deadly Candy's career into the stratusphere! Imagine what it could do for Mercedes here!

VJ: Diamond writhing in pain on the mat! Diamond's in a whole world of hurt, but this capacity crowd is solidly behind her! This capacity crowd is rallying behind Diamond...

DD: Vince, tell these idiots to shut up!

VJ: This crowd getting behind Diamond...and there you see the look on the face of Diamond! Her elbow being hyperextended by this hold...Diamond...Diamond's trying to roll into this thing, Dave!

DD: Huh?!

VJ: Diamond...trying to get back to standing position! Mercedes has the hold cinched in nicely, but never underestimate the heart and determination of Diamond...as she gets back to her feet...

DD: Watch your shoulders, Mercedes! Watch your shoulders!

VJ: Diamond...she's got Mercedes rolled onto the back of her neck...Mercedes still with the hold applied, and watch Diamond...Diamond...OH!!!!! STEPPING HARD ONTO THE FACE OF MERCEDES MARTINEZ, AND THE HOLD IS BROKEN!

DD: Awww...c'mon, ref! That can't be legal!

VJ: Diamond trying to shake some feeling back into that arm...Mercedes...she caught that boot right to the face!

DD: Yeah, and Diamond's gonna pay for that!

VJ: Watch Mercedes now! Back to her feet, and going for that injured arm of Diamond's! Mercedes now...winding up on an arm-wringer...OH!!!!!!! HARD RIGHT HAND CATCHES HER RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!

DD: What?!

VJ: Another!!!!! And another chop by Diamond! Diamond...mounting an offensive here! She's got Mercedes reeling here! There's an Irish whip now...Mercedes into the rope--OH! She held on!

DD: Oh...another smart move, by Mercedes here...

VJ: But watch Diamond! Diamond charges in--OH NO!!!!!!

DD: HAHA!

VJ: Diamond missed with the flying clothesline, and just got hung up on the top rope!!! That's a bad break for Diamond...and watch Mercedes! Stalking her from behind...

DD: Oh Diamond...

VJ: Mercedes...oh! She's got that left arm again...and once again, Mercedes winding up on the arm wringer...

DD: She just might try and rip off her arm and take it home with her--OH HOO!!!!!!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!

VJ: Mercedes...vaulting up and over the top rope! Diamond's arm just snapped off the ropes...and look at Diamond!

DD: Beautiful, Mercedes! Beautiful!

VJ: Diamond...she is clutching that arm! She's in pain, Dave!

DD: No shit, Vince! And that pain's fixing to get worse in a second!

VJ: Mercedes back in the ring...hard right hand to the back of the head of Diamond! She follows up with a second...Mercedes with Diamond now...setting up for something...

DD: Oh wait a minute!

VJ: Merceds has Diamond--OH!!!!! HAMMERLOCK SLAM!!!! Right down onto that injured arm! Lateral press...Mercedes only able to get a one-count outta that exchange, but look at her, Dave! Right back to work on that left arm! Right back to work...listen to Diamond scream in pain!

DD: HAHA! I told ya, Vince! Mercedes got that fire, and I don't think Diamond can stand the heat! HAHA!

VJ: Mercedes Martinez...having quite a showing in her PPV debut, as she drives that left knee into the shoulder blade of Diamond...and again!!! She is focused!

DD: She's fully focused...man!

VJ: (rolls eyes)

DD: What?!

VJ: I can see what kinda night this is gonna be!

DD: It's gonna be one where Diamond goes down...just like her little hubby Panther's gonna be going when he steps in the ring with CM Punk! I can't wait for that!

VJ: Look at Mercedes now, cinching up on the textbook armbar! Using her weight to her advantage, the right knee driven right into the side of Diamond's head! Diamond's in deep, deep trouble here, Dave!

DD: Ya know...with all due respect to Alyssa, if Mercedes beats Diamond right here tonight...I think I may have a new soulmate, Vince!

VJ: What's this now?! Mercedes coming out of that armbar now...handful of hair brings Diamond back to her fee--WHOA! She's got her up in a fireman's carry!

DD: Beautiful and strong, Vince! This Mercedes...I'm telling ya, this is my kinda girl!

VJ: Mercedes with Diamond in a precarious position...Diamond trying as best she can to escape her clutches--OH MY GOODNESS!

DD: What the hell?!?!

VJ: MERCEDES MARTINEZ...almost a Marc Mero-like TKO there, except she drove Diamond's injured arm down across her shoulder on the way down...and Diamond is really hurt! Diamond rolling around on the mat in pain!

DD; Pandora...Tina...look out! You may have some competition on your hands with Mercedes here...

VJ: Mercedes with another cover...1...2...NO! Diamond got the shoulder up...and watch Mercedes here...rolling Diamond onto her stomach--OH! AND THERE'S A FUJIWARA ARMBAR!!!!!!!!

DD: This could be it right here, Vince!

VJ: Diamond...those ropes just out of Diamond's reach! Referee Doug Peterson is right there...checking to see whether or not Diamond can continue! Checking to see if Diamond gives up...Dave, the pain may be too much!

DD: Oh yeah...c'mon, Diamond! Go ahead and tap! You know you want to!

VJ: But Diamond...refusing to give in, as this capacity crowd looks on in awe! Diamond...using her upper body strength...scratching...clawing! Desperately trying to make her way to the ropes...

DD: More pressure, Mercedes...more pressure...

VJ: Diamond...Diamond...she's got it!!!! She got her right hand onto that bottom rope! Make her break the hold, ref! C'mon!

DD: She's got a 5 count, Vince! Stop your whining!

VJ: Referee Doug Peterson...forcefully having to pry Mercedes off of Diamond's injured arm-HEY! C'MON NOW!

DD: He was touching her in an ungentlemanly way! I'm sure of it!

VJ: You're one to talk! Mercedes Martinez shoving the ref aside! She...oh, she's hot!

DD: Damn right she is! I'd drink her bathwater!

VJ: And there you see Diamond...crawling back into that corner...her arm possibly hanging by a thread!

DD: Yeah! And it looks as if Mercedes here is just about ready to go in for the kill!

VJ: Diamond pulling herself back to her feet as Mercedes eyes her intensely! She could be setting up for something big here, Dave!

DD: She could be setting up for the end of Diamond's career!

VJ: Diamond back to her feet and in comes Mercedes...head full of steam--OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DD: What?!

VJ: Diamond able to sidestep her and now Mercedes goes crashing shoulder first into the turnbuckle!!!!

DD: Damn it, Mercedes! Shake it off! Shake it off!

VJ: Mercedes looks to have dinged that shoulder good...and now look into the eyes of Diamond! Now it's Diamond's turn, Dave!

DD: Oh no! Oh my God, Mercedes! GET AWAY!!!!!!!!!

VJ: OH!!! BIG CLOTHESLINE BY DIAMOND PUTS MARTINEZ FLAT ON HER BACK!!! Diamond off the ropes...Mercedes back to her feet--AND GETS MOWED RIGHT DOWN A SECOND DIAMOND!!!!!!!!!!! Diamond...she's feeling it, Dave! Handful of hair brings Mercedes back up, AND NOW IT'S DIAMOND WINDING UP ON THE ARM!!! Diamond...winding up on that injured arm of Mercedes Martinez--OH! HARD chop to the chest sends her right down to the mat! AND LOOK AT DIAMOND! Yanks her right back to her feet by that arm...ANOTHER SHOT SENDS HER RIGHT BACK DOWN!!! AND ONCE AGAIN...

DD: Aww c'mon!

VJ: Diamond yanking Mercedes back to her feet by that arm! Diamond...winding up on the arm of Mercedes Martinez...OH! Thumb to the eyes by Mercedes stops her right in her tracks!

DD: The Ultimate equalizer, Vince! HAHA!

VJ: Irish whip now sends Diamond back into the buckle! Mercedes follows her in with a clothesline right to the chest!

DD: OH! Don't clothesline her with your bad arm, Mercedes!

VJ: Perhaps instinct there, Mercedes...now with Diamond again! An Irish whip by Mercedes...reversal by Diamond sends Mercedes into the buckle! Diamond follows her in--OH!

DD: Oh no!

VJ: Mercedes tried a tip up...she tried to go up and over, and she got caught! Diamond with Mercedes Martinez up and over her right shoulder...

DD: Fight it, Mercedes! Fight it...

VJ: Diamond...OH!!!!!!!! SHE DRIVES HER RIGHT DOWN ACROSS THE KNEE WITH A SHOULDERBREAKER!!!!!! MERCEDES IS DOWN! MERCEDES IS HURT...AND NOW LOOK AT DIAMOND!!! DIAMOND NOW CINCHING UP ON THE ARMBREAKER!!! DIAMOND RETURNING THE FAVOR FROM EARLIER ON, AND THIS CROWD HERE IN PITTSBURGH IS LOVING IT!

DD: These people are idiots, Vince! C'mon, Mercedes! C'mon!

VJ: Mercedes Martinez is in serious jeopardy of losing her 1st PPV match, as Diamond wrenches back on that hold...and listen to Mercedes scream in pain!

DD: Oh my God, Vince! I can't look! (covers his eyes)

VJ: Mercedes...much like Diamond did earlier arm, trying to roll into this thing, which may not be a wise move considering Diamond's weight advantage here! In trying to escape this thing, she could be applying more pressure onto her injured arm!

DD: Well what the hell do ya want her to do?! Just lie there and get her arm broken?

VJ: Well, she could tap, Dave!

DD: Tap?! Tap?! The word tap is not in Mercedes Martinez's dictionary!

VJ: That, and many other words?!

DD: What?!

VJ: Wait a minute...rolling Diamond back onto her shoulders...Diamond...in a real danger of being pinned...

DD: She's got her...

VJ: 1...2...Diamond...able to get a shoulder off the mat...she's still got that hold applied, but watch Mercedes...the shoulders down again...1...2...Diamond...once again able to get that shoulder off the mat!

DD: How tough is Mercedes Martinez?! She's enduring all of this pain...all of this punishment, and still...

VJ: SHE'S GOT THE ROPES!!! 1...2...OH!!!!! SHE GOT CAUGHT!

DD: What the hell?! Peterson!

VJ: Diamond rolled onto those shoulders once again...Mercedes tried to use the ropes for leverage, but she got caught...and folks, she doesn't like that one bit!

DD: Who the hell does that idiot Peterson think he is?!

VJ: The hold is broken...oh boy!

DD: Yeah! That's the second time that idiot put his hands on her!

VJ: We've got a bit of a showdown in here between Mercedes Martinez and the official...we've got heated words exchanged between these two....

DD: Knock him out, Mercedes! Knock him out!

VJ: Wait a minute...watch Diamond! Diamond...from behind...

DD: Look out Mercedes--OH!!!! HAHA! DID YOU SEE THAT?!

VJ: Diamond...inadvertently nailing the official with a clothesline! The ref is down, and watch Mercedes now...right hand misses, and Diamond cinches up a headlock! Side headlock by the self-proclaimed Queen of Extreme...oh! Mercedes shoves Diamond into the ropes...Diamond ducks a clothesline coming off...Diamond...off the other side--OH!!!!!!!

DD: No!

VJ: Mercedes ducked the head, and she just got caught with a single-arm DDT! Right on the injured arm, and fans, you can feel it! Diamond...she's changed the momentum! This match has shifted right back into her favor, and it could only be a matter of time before Mercedes falls victim to the Diamond Drop!

DD: There's no way, Vince! I mean...oh! C'mon Mercedes!

VJ: Back to her feet now...Mercedes holding that right arm...and look at Diamond! Right on her with the arm wringer! Diamond twisting up on that injured arm, but watch Mercedes here! Rolling through...shades of Owen Hart here...

DD: HAHA!

VJ: And the hold is reversed! Mercedes with an arm wringer of her own! And look at her now! Irish whip...reversal by Diamond--MERCEDES HITS HARD OFF THE BUCKLE!!!! Mercedes in trouble, and Diamond's calling for it! Diamond...

DD: Oh no!

VJ: This capacity crowd is on its feet here! Diamond just gave the high sign! Here it comes...

DD: Move, Mercedes! Move!

VJ: Diamond...ELBOW!!!!!!!! Right on the money!!!! And look at Mercedes...she is absolutely out of it!

DD: Damn it Vince! No fair!

VJ: Mercedes...she is out on her feet, and Diamond...she could be getting ready to finish this thing! Diamond now with Mercedes...climbing to the second rope! And you know what this is, Dave!

DD: Fight it, Mercedes, fight it!

VJ: Diamond's got her hooked! Could it be...

DD: Noooooo...

VJ: YES!!!!!! THE DIAMOND DROP!!!! THAT'S ALL! THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE! DIAMOND WITH THE COVER...1...2...3...DAMN IT! WE DON'T HAVE A REF!!!

DD: And whose fault is that?!

VJ: The official got KO'd by that inadvertant clothesline by Diamond...oh! This is a bad break for her!

DD: Vince, I wouldn't be surprised if the bitch intentionally tried to get herself disqualified!

VJ: Oh please! Diamond...checking on the official now! Mercedes hasn't moved a muscle since that Diamond Drop!

DD: C'mon, Mercedes! Get up...

VJ: Hey wait just a minute! That...that's Ronnie Stevens! Ronnie Stevens...what is she doing out here?!

DD: Well...it's a free country, Vince! She's got a right to come down and take a look! After all, Black Diamond are the top contenders for the Women's Tag Belts!

VJ: Well...I don't like this at all! Diamond...not having much luck with the official in the ring. Meanwhile, Mercedes Martinez...starting to come to. Trying to get her wits about her on the mat...and that bitch Ronnie Stevens is getting closer and closer to the ring!

DD: Now wait a minute Vince! How dare you disrespect a pure, virtuous woman like Ronnie?

VJ: She's a heifer plain and simple! And watch Mercedes now...from behind! She's got Diamond by the hair--OH! Reverse elbow catches her right on the side of the head! Diamond now...follows her in with a boot to the midsection! A second! hard right hand sends her back into the ropes! There's an Irish whip now...reversal by Mercedes sends Diamond into the ropes...Mercedes misses with the clothesline...uh oh!

DD: Uh oh?! What's...oh no!

VJ: Diamond's got her hooked! Diamond...Mercedes Martinez is in some trouble, folks...

DD: Mercedes! Mercedes...NO!!!!

VJ: THE DIAMONDBREAKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DD: NOOOO!

VJ: MERCEDES MARTINEZ JUST DRIVEN INTO THE MAT! If it wasn't over before, you can bet your ass it's over now! But look at Ronnie...Ronnie Stevens is up on the apron!

DD: Yeah! Probably to let the ref know about the blatant cheating that Diamond's been doing throughout the match!

VJ: Cheating?! Would you...Ronnie's now got the attention of Diamond, folks, and this thing is getting pretty heated! We've got words being exchanged...

DD: hit her, Ronnie! Hit her!

VJ: Will you...Mercedes Martinez is down, and it looks like we may have another battle on our hands here as these two women go face to face!

DD: Oh, Ronnie if you just hauled off and popped that bitch in the mouth, I'd...I'd...HEY WAIT!

VJ: IT'S DARK!!!! DARKEST DESIRES FROM THE LOCKER ROOM...

DD: What?!

VJ: She just yanked Ronnie Stevens off the apron--OH!!!! HARD RIGHT HAND BY DARK, AND DOWN GOES RONNIE!!!! DESIRES...DARKEST DESIRES IS ALL OVER RONNIE STEVENS ON THE ARENA FLOOR, AND THIS CROWD IS LOVING IT!

DD: Damn it, Vince...how can you...how can these fans condone this?! This is supposed to be a professional wrestling match...not a CATFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!!!

VJ: Well that's what it's boiled down to on the floor as Darkest Desires beats the living hell outta Ronnie Stevens on the floor! Meanwhile, in the ring, Diamond with Mercedes Martinez by the hair...could we be getting set to see another Diamond Drop?

DD: I hope not! C'mon Mercedes--HEY! WHAT THE HELL--

VJ: That's Varon! Lisa Marie Varon from behind just nailed Diamond in the back of the head with that title belt! Diamond is down...

DD: Where the hell did she come from?!

VJ: I dunno! Wherever she came from, she just absolutely leveled Diamond! The Queen of Extreme is down, and look at Dark! Dark hasn't even realized what's happened! She's absolutely beating the hell outta Ronnie Stevens in the aisle, as Varon...she's pulled Mercedes on top of Di! She's...oh no! No!

DD: HAHA!

VJ: The official starting to come to...no! No...

DD: Can you believe this Vince?!

VJ: There referee with the count.....1...............2...........

DD: Vince...

VJ: 3!!!!!!! DAMN IT!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!!! ***Cue "Terror Era"

Announcer: Here is your winner: Mercedes Martinez!!!!

DD: HAHAHA! Can you believe in miracles, Vince?!

VJ: This is disgusting!

DD: No, this is great! Once again, another young up and comer has made their name off of beating Diamond's ass! I love it!

VJ: Diamond has been robbed here, as Desires...just realizing what's gone down! She's headed back down to ringside to help her tag partner...I can't believe this!

(Desires slides into the ring and crawls over to Diamond, who's lying unconscious on the ground. Meanwhile, Lisa Marie Varon helps Mercedes Martinez back to the locker room, raising her hand into the air as the crowd boos in the background)

VJ: Well, there you have it, folks!

DD: Yup! A star is born!

VJ: Simply Luscious has pulled another one over Black Diamond, and folks, I guarantee you that it's not over! It's far from over between Diamond and Mercedes! This one is just heating up!

(The scene cuts back to the women's locker room, where we see Tina stretching in preparation for her match. The crowd in the arena cheers as her image appears on the Jumbotron)

VJ: Well folks, there you see Tina! The woman who right here tonight will take on the Women's Champion, Pandora in a Death Match, in what could perhaps be her last chance at Women's gold!

DD: Yeah, and I hope she was paying attention to what just happened with old Diamond out here, because as bad a beating as Mercedes put on her, Pandora's gonna deliver one that's much...much worse! Remember, she's insane, Vince!

VJ: What a match that'll be later on tonight...but up next! The Intercontinental Title will be on the line! It'll be the brand new Champion, The Hurricane defending his newly won gold against the Light Heavyweight Champion, "Heartthrob" Lance Silva. Fans...it was this past Friday night where Hurricane got his first taste of UWA gold! For those of you that missed it, let's take you back!

FNS (1/7/05)

VJ: Hard knee to the gut of the Hurricane by CM Punk! And watch this now! Scoop up by Punk--whoa! Hurricane able to counter with a go-behind--OH MY!!! HURRICANE...

DD: NO!

VJ: EYE OF THE HURRICANE!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE!!! HE'S GOT HIM! HE'S GOT HIM!

DD: Yeah, but what's he gonna do?! That idiot knocked out the ref!

VJ: Oh...tough break for the Hurricane! There's not a doubt in my mind that he's got the title won right here!

DD: Well you'd have to have a mind in the first place, you idiot! Punk's just...

VJ: Wait a damn minute! IT'S THE YOUNG WUNZ!!!!!!!!

DD: HAHA! Tha calvary has arrived!!!!

VJ: Damn it! Orlando Jordan! Simon and Swinger!!! CM Punk's cronies are doing a number on the Hurricane...I cannot believe this!

DD: I love it, Vince! I love it!

VJ: Simon and Swinger with those steel chairs, and watch Jordan...bringing the Hurricane back to his feet...

DD: Look at this, Vince...

VJ: OH!!!!!!!!!!! DOUBLE CHAIRSHOT...THE HURRICANE JUST WENT DOWN!!!!! THE HURRICANE--DAMN IT, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!!!!! This crowd can't believe it either!

DD: Damn the crowd! We're just moments away from yet another successful I-C Title defense from the great CM Punk!

VJ: Punk back to his feet now...oh, look at this piece of trash! Ordering the Young Wunz to get the Hurricane up!

DD: Yeah! He's gonna humiliate him before he pins him!

VJ: Orlando Jordan, Simon and Swinger...and look at them! Holding the Hurricane down as CM Punk gives him the badmouth...

CM Punk: You'll never be able to defeat me! You'll never be a champion! Ya hear me?! (Slaps the Hurricane)

VJ: This is disgusting!

DD: No, it's THE TRUTH! HAHA!

VJ: The Hurricane...I can't believe that this spectacular match-up is gonna end this way--OH!!!!!!!

(Suddenly, a HUGE pyro blast goes off on stage, and "State Prop (You Know Us)" hits the PA system. The crowd comes to its feet as Panther appears on stage with a steel chair in his hand)

VJ: IT'S PANTHER!!!!!

DD: What's he doing here, Vince?!

VJ: Panther was assaulted earlier on tonight by the Young Wunz, and look at the look in his eyes, Dave! Panther on his way down to ringside...

DD: Watch Simon!

VJ: Simon and Swinger headed up the ramp...Panther ducks the clothesline from Simon--OH MY!!!!!!!!! CHAIRSHOT TO THE HEAD! DOWN GOES SWINGER!!!!!!! SIMON CATCHES ONE AS WELL!

DD: This idiot! Get him Orlando...NO!

VJ: ORLANDO JORDAN TO THE FLOOR, BUT HE CATCHES A SHOT AS WELL! AND LOOK AT CM PUNK! HE DOESN'T LIKE THIS AT ALL!

DD: Of course he doesn't like it! That idiot doesn't belong here, Johnson! He should be in jail or something!

VJ: And look at Punk from the ring...talking trash! We've got some heated words between Punk and Panther...

DD: I wouldn't blame CM Punk if he went to the floor right now and--

VJ: OH MY!!!!!!!

DD: NO!!!!!

VJ: PANTHER!!!!! CM PUNK STUCK HIS HEAD THROUGH THOSE ROPES, AND PANTHER BLASTED HIM RIGHT IN THE SKULL WITH A CHAIRSHOT!!!!! CM PUNK IS DOWN!!! THE YOUNG WUNZ ARE DOWN ON THE ARENA FLOOR! THE HURRICANE...OH MY GOODNESS, DAVE, CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?!

DD: This idiot...somebody call the police!

VJ: Panther has done his damage and now he's headed back to the locker room! Meanwhile, The Hurricane...he's crawling! Crawling over to the prone body of CM Punk! The referee coming to...C'MON KID!!!! YOU'RE ALMOST THERE!

DD: Shut up, Vince!

VJ: The Hurricane...one arm across the chest of Punk!

DD: Referee...NO!

VJ: Jim Jonathan with the count..............2............

DD: NO!

VJ: YES!!!!!!! YES! YES!!!!!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!! **Cue "Eye of the Hurricane"

Announcer: Here is your winner, and NEW UWA Intercontinental Champion: THE HURRICANE!!!!!!

DD: BULLSHIT!

VJ: He has done it, folks! The Hurricane has just gotten his first taste of championship gold here in the UWA at the expense of one CM Punk!

DD: Why don't you tell it like it is, Johnson! Panther won this match, not Hurricane! It was Panther!

VJ: Unbelievable!

(***LIVE ACTION***The camera cuts back out to ringside, where we see Darkest Desires helping Diamond back to the locker room)

VJ: Well, folks...there you see the result of the previous match. Diamond...Diamond was waffled from behind by a Lisa Marie Varon belt shot, causing her to lose her match to Mercedes Martinez...Diamond's still out of it after that shot...

DD: Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Johnson. I know damn well you're not gonna sit out here and cast apsersions onto Lisa Marie Varon...

VJ: Did she or did she not just run down here and assault Diamond.

DD: What she was doing was...well...

***CALIFORNIA LOOOOOOOOOOVE***

(Dark and Diamond get about halfway up the aisle when the "California Love (remix)" by Dre and Ice Cube hits the PA system. Purple, gold and blue spotlights swarm the arena and the crowd boos wildly as Kevin Yancy Taylor, Scorpio, and Lance Silva walk out through the entrance to a chorus of boos. Silva, wearing a red and black diamond-studded sleaveless robe, a matching headband around his head and his Light Heavyweight Title belt around his waist, has a HUGE smile on his face as he spots the former Women's Tag Champions in the aisle. The trio then advances up the aisle, as Dark attempts to get some sense out of Diamond in the aisle)

VJ: What are these idiots doing out here?

DD: What do ya mean what are they doing out here? Silva's got a title match up next, Vince!

VJ: Well...yes he does, but Darkest Desires and Diamond...you and I both know there's been heat between Dark and Silva ever since Dark challenged him to a shot at that Light Heavyweight Title belt a few weeks back...

DD: Showing once again what kind of a stupid bitch she is. I mean, how many times do I hafta say it, Johnson: Women have no place being in the ring with men! Instead of messing around with the Heartthrob, maybe Darkest Desires would be better off in the kitchen fixing her man a nice supper!

VJ: Oh stop! Silva and company on their way down to ringside...wait a minute now! We've...we've got a situation here.

(The 5 individuals meet near the top of the aisle, and the cocky Light Heavyweight Champ goes face to face with a none-too-happy Darkest Desires. The crowd clamors in the background and the music dies down as the two begin to exchange words. Silva appears to be taunting Desires, who rolls her eyes and flags him. She then grabs Diamond and attempts to go around the group...but Scorpio steps up and blocks their path)

VJ: Wait a minute. Scorpio...he and this pack of idiots blocking Black Diamond's path to the locker room.

DD: Well...Dark wanted to fight a man. Maybe they've finally decided to take the challenge?

VJ: Diamond is hurt here...Dark trying to get her partner back to the locker room...AND LOOK AT THIS NOW! Once again, she tried to go around them, but this time that idiot Kevin Taylor's standing in her path!

DD: Now wait a minute, Johnson. Who are you to be calling someone an idiot?

VJ: These jackasses...damn it, let them pass!

DD: Hey, skankhole! I'll have you--OH!

VJ: OH WAIT A MINUTE! DESIRES...SHE JUST SLAPPED SILVA!!!!!!

DD: Did you see that?!

VJ: Silva...he's hot folks!

DD: yeah! You don't put your hands on the Heartthrob and get away with it!

VJ: Lance Silva...it's getting heated out there--OH NO!!!!!

(Suddenly, Lance rears back and throws a punch towards Dark's direction, catching himself right before his fist can connect with her forehead. The crowd boos in the background, as Silva begins taking deep, rapid breaths)

VJ: Lance Silva...nearly losing it after being slapped by Darkest Desires.

DD: yeah, and that just goes to show you what kind of gentleman Lance Silva is. See, if that had been me up there, I'da hit that bitch so hard...

VJ: Oh will you stop! Silva...apparently regaining his composure, and it appears...it appears that finally, he's gonna let Black Diamond pass.

(Indeed. After conversing with Scorpio and Taylor, Lance Silva takes a deep breath, holds up his hands and stands to the side, allowing Diamond and Dark to pass. The crowd boos in the background as Dark once again puts her arm around Diamond, who's still trying to shake loose the cobwebs from that belt shot, and starts back towards the dressing room)

VJ: Well...I must say, that's an unusual display of class from Lance Silva...allowing these two women to pass...

DD: Unusual? Please, Vince. This man is a true role model. He's a guy that these idiot fans can look up to! I mean...damn it, if you tried to be a little more like Lance Silva, maybe...just maybe you wouldn't be so Canadian!

VJ: What the...what the hell is that supposed to mean?! Dark and Diamond headed back to the locker room now, and Silva...hey wait...WAIT A MINUTE! SON OF A BITCH...HE JUST CLOTHESLINED DESIRES FROM BEHIND, DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!! THE SON OF A BITCH--DIAMOND GOES DOWN AS WELL!!!! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

DD: Well...um...

VJ: Lance Silva...Desires is down in the aisle, and look at this piece of garbage! Silva is stomping Dark! Silva putting the boots to Darkest Desires! What the hell is wrong with him?!

DD: Well...once again, Lance Silva has taken it upon himself to send a message to the people here in Pittsburgh! That men and woman truly are equals here in today's society!

VJ: Oh, right, Dave! The piece of garbage doesn't have the balls to fight Dark in the ring, yet he'll attack her from behind! Attacking a woman from behind, and now what the hell is he doing?! Silva with Dark by the hair...Silva dragging Dark down the aisle towards the ring! Silva...

DD: Dark wanted him in the ring! She just may get her wish right here!

VJ: I can't...I can't believe this! Silva with Dark...Scorpio holding Diamond down in the aisle as Silva tosses Desires back into the ring!

DD: oh yeah, Vince! This is gonna be good!

VJ: There's nothing good about this! This is cowardly act on the part of our Light Heavyweight champion, as he stands above Dark in the ring...don't you dare, you piece of garbage! Don't...LEAVE HER ALONE!

DD: Remember, Vince! Equal opportunity!

VJ: Silva dragging Dark back to her feet, as Kevin Taylor looks on from the outside...don't tell me! Don't tell me he's gonna...

***STAND BACK...THERE'S A HURRICANE COMING THROUGH***

(Suddenly, "Eye of the Hurricane" hits the PA system, and the crowd goes wild as the Hurricane rushes out from the locker room with the I-C Title strapped around his waist.)

VJ: IT'S THE HURRICANE!!!! THE HURRICANE ON HIS WAY DOWN TO THE RING! Hurricane...oh wait!!! Scorpio from behind, grabbing the Hurricane by the hair...OH!!!! HURRICANE UNLOADS ON HIM WITH A HARD RIGHT HAND! AND ANOTHER! Irish whip by Hurricane...OH! Scorpio goes crashing hard off the steel barricade, and NOW tough guy! Now let's see how you deal with someone your own size...face to face! Man to man! Scorpio is down...Lance Silva in the ring...both men removing their title belts!

DD: Oh man, Vince!

VJ: This crowd is on its feet as Hurricane...Hurricane headed down to ringside...Hurricane sliding into the ring, and DAMN IT, IT'S ON!!!!!!!!!

UWA I-C Title: The Hurricane (C) Vs Lance Silva

(Darkest Desires manages to roll out of the ring, and Referee Jim Molineux calls for the bell as Hurricane hits the ring and spears Lance Silva!)

Ding Ding Ding!!!!

VJ: There's the bell, and it's on! Intercontinental Title on the line, and look at Hurricane go to work! Right hands! Right hands! Right hands!

DD: Damn it, Vince! Call the white coats! This idiot's really lost it now!

VJ: Oh my! The referee attempting to pull the champion off of Silva, as Desires...once again, returning to Diamond's side to help her friend back to the locker room.

DD: Why don't those two get a room or something?! I swear, Vince, they're getting just as bad as ol' Thunderlicks Jenkins out here!

VJ: Stop it! Silva...back to his feet, and look at him begging off in the buckle! Silva wants no part of the I-C Champ!

DD: He could be suckering him in, here!

VJ: maybe...OH! But Hurricane having none of that! Boot to the midsection, followed up by a hard right hand...AND A BIG CHOP RIGHT TO THE CHEST OF SILVA! Did you hear that?!

DD: Who couldn't hear that?! OH!

VJ: Another shot to the chest! And watch Hurricane! There's an Irish whip...Silva sent hard off the buckle, and watch Hurricane now...he hits off the ropes...Silva able to duck the clothesline! Hurricane...off the other si--GEEZ!!!!!!!!

DD: WHOO HOO! Did you see that Johnson?!

VJ: Big superkick to the jaw just floored the Hurricane! Silva falls into the cover...there's 1...2...NO!!!!!!! Hurricane able to get the shoulder up just before the count of 3!

DD: What a slow count, Johnson! I think Lance may have had him there!

VJ: Well, the official says no, and that's the only opinion that matters, as Silva...handful of hair bringing the Superhero back to his feet...

DD: Yeah, look at him. He looks like some kinda human fungus with that hair of his--WHOO!

VJ: Hurricane backed into the buckle, and now it's Silva that's firing off the chops! Big chop to the chest of Hurricane...he fires off with another...AND ANOTHER! GOOD GOD!

DD: that ain't no kryptonite, but it'll damn sure get the job done!

VJ: No doubt about that, as Silva...there's a snap mare...follows it up with a dropkick to the back of the head of the Hurricane...

Silva: OH YEEEEEAH! (crowd boos)

VJ: And he's full of himself!

DD: And he's got every right to be, Johnson! He's got this idiot Hurricane right where he wants him!

VJ: Silva now, out to the apron...is he gonna go up!

DD: Yeah, and he's fixing to show this idiot Hurricane how to do some real flying!

VJ: Silva...climbing to the top rope...we could be getting ready to see something spectacular, but watch Hurricane now! Hurricane back to his feet...Silva climbing to the top rope...

DD: Look out, Lance! Look out...

VJ: OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!! HURRICANE...SPRINGING OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE AND CATCHING SILVA WITH A MODIFIED ENZUIGURI!!!! What a maneuver by Hurricane, sending Silva tumbling from the top rope into the ring!

DD: I'll give the devil his due there! That was a helluva move there!

VJ: And we're getting set to see another one! Hurricane to the top rope now, as Silva...trying to get his wits about him in the ring! Hurricane measuring him, Dave...

DD: Lance...look out!

VJ: Hurricane...HIGH CROSS BODY FROM THE TOP CONNECTS!!!!!!! THE SHOULDERS ARE DOWN...1..2...THR--NO! Silva just barely able to kickout before the count of 3, Dave!

DD: Oh my gosh! Lance, don't scare me like that!

VJ: Both men back to their feet here...OH! Forearm shot by the Hurricane sends Lance into the ropes! He follows up with a boot to the midsection...and now watch Hurricane...

DD: Oh c'mon!

VJ: Hurricane giving us the thumbs up, as he hits off the ropes here...he charges at Silv--OH!

DD: What the...

VJ: Silva with an attempted back drop over the top rope, but Hurricane lands on the apron! Great agility by the Hurricane, and right now...what's this?

DD: No...

VJ: Hurricane...from the apron, he's got Silva hooked! Are we gonna see...

DD: Oh my God! NO!

VJ: OH MY!!!! HURRICANE WITH A BIG SUPLEX FROM THE APRON! LANCE SILVA'S BACK JUST WENT CRASHING HARD OFF THE ARENA FLOOR, AND THESE FANS ARE GOING CRAZY FOR THE I-C CHAMP, DAVE!

DD: These morons! Vince, I think Lance is hurt!

VJ: He hit that back hard...as Kevin Taylor and Scorpio right over there to attend to the fallen Light Heavyweight Champ!

DD: Vince, how can these people cheer something like that?! That was blatantly reckless behavior by the Hurricane...

VJ: Oh wait a minute...

DD: Speaking of reckless...

VJ: Hurricane now to the top rope. Silva, Scorpio and Taylor are congregated on the arena floor...

DD: Guys...you might wanna...you might wanna GET AWAY! AHHH!

VJ: MY GOODNESS, WHAT ELEVATION! HURRICANE FROM THE TOP ROPE WITH A HIGH CROSS BODY...AND THEY ALLLLLLLLL GO DOWN!!!! He got em all Dave, and this crowd is electric!

DD: This crowd is DRUNK! C'mon Lance, don't let yourself get beat by this fluke!

VJ: Hurricane with a handful of hair now...sending Silva back into the ring. And now watch Hurricane...following him in--HEY!!!!!! That son of a bitch...Kevin Taylor yanking the Champion from the apron!

DD: Remember, he hit Taylor first...HEY WAIT!!!

VJ: And he's about to get hit again! Hurrican'e got Taylor! Hurricane...

DD: GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM YOU IDIOT!

VJ: Hurricane's got Taylor!!! Hurricane on the outside has his hands on Kevin Taylor...oh...watch Scorpio! Scorpio from behind...oh! HARD SHOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD SENDS HURRICANE TO HIS KNEES!!! Hurricane...and now look at this! Scorpio...Scorpio doing a number on the Hurricane on the outside! Taylor getting his licks in as well! C'MON REF!!!!

DD: He had no business putting his hands on Kevin Taylor, and you know it, Johnson! The man is a broadcast journalist for God's sake!

VJ: He's a complete asshole! Kevin Yancy Taylor...this moron and his hired goon Scorpio are double-teaming the Hurricane on the outside, as referee Jim Molineux...Molineux to the floor in an effort to break up the carnage!

DD: What he needs to do is strip that damn Hurricane and give the belt to Silva!

VJ: He...WHAT?!

DD: I mean c'mon! This idiot has broken every rule in the book...

VJ: Hey wait a minute! Molineux...is he...is he doing what I think he's doing?!

DD: NO!

VJ: YES!!!! JIM MOLINEUX IS EJECTING TAYLOR AND SCORPIO FROM RINGSIDE!

DD: Johnson, he cannot do that!

VJ: Yes he can...and look at Taylor! He is livid!

DD: Vince...I can't...that's the King of Tuesday nights he just did that to! THE KING OF TUESDAY NIGHTS!

VJ: And I could give a rat's ass! Taylor and Scorpio...they're being sent to the back, and Dave, the odds have just been evened!

DD: Yeah...well...this thing ain't over yet, Johnson! Hurricane's still gotta go through Lance Silva--SEE!

VJ: OH! Slingshot somersault senton by Silva, catching the Hurricane as Scorpio and Taylor are sent to the back! Silva on the outside...all over Hurricane. Handful of hair brings him back to his feet...

DD: Watch this, Johnson! Watch this...

VJ: OH!!!!!!!! Hurricane just sent crashing into the steel stairs...did you hear that?!

DD: HAHA! Good ol' Lance is fixing to downgrade this idiot to a tropical depression! I love it!

VJ: Lance Silva...Silva has come alive, Dave! Stomping away...stomping the proverbial mudhole into the Hurricane, and now burying that boot right into the throat! Hurricane...c'mon ref! He's choking him!

DD: Hurricane's gonna be doing a lot of choking by the end of this one. See Johnson, you're out here getting all excited because Taylor and Scorpio got sent to the back! Lemme tell ya, Lance Silva does not need Kevin Taylor! He doesn't need Scorpio! He's one of the best damn wrestlers in the UWA...period! And he's fixing to show this chump Hurricane right here!

VJ: That remains to be seen, Dave! Silva...no doubt a great wrestler as he's got Hurricane now...handful of hair and tights sends him back into the ring! Silva...wait a minute...OH! From the outside, driving that elbow right in the throat of the champion! Now back into the ring...HEY WAIT JUST A MINUTE!!! Silva blatantly...blatantly choking the Champion...C'MON REF!

DD: (mocking) "C'mon ref!"

VJ: Lance Silva...using that bottom rope to choke the Hurricane...and now once again! He's doing it again, damn it!

DD: He's got 5 seconds! Calm down, Vince!

VJ: This Lance Silva...using every dirty trick in the book to try and steal this title away from the Hurricane. Watch Silva now! Bringing the Hurricane back to his feet...snap suplex by Silva takes the Hurricane up and over! Silva floats over into the cover...1...2...no! Hurricane able to get that shoulder off the mat. Silva now...to his feet, drops an elbow right to the throat of the Hurricane!!! And another!!! A third! Silva now...once again showboating for this capacity crowd...and these people don't like that one bit!

DD: Ah these people don't know shit, Johnson! Lance Silva...he's the Future, damn it! The Future of wrestling!

VJ: I'll never deny the man's athletic ability, as he brings Hurricane back to his feet...oh! A knee lift to the gut of the Hurricane! He's got him set up...

DD: This could be it right here Johnson...

VJ: Powerbo--NO!!!!!!!!!! HURRICANE COUNTERS INTO A DDT!!!!!! THAT COULD BE...1...2...THR-OH! How close?!

DD: Another fluke! Another fluke, Johnson! C'mon, Silva!

VJ: Now it's the Hurricane back to his feet! Handful of Silva's hair...inverted atomic drop to Lance Silva...a hard right hand has Silva reeling! And watch the Hurricane now! Irish whip sends Silva into the ropes...Silva coming off...oh! Hurricane ducked the head and got caught! He got caught, and watch Silva...OH!!!!! Double underhook into a backbreaker by the Heartthrob! And just like that, the momentum of the Hurricane has come to a screeching halt!

DD: HAHA! I told ya, Vince!

VJ: Silva with Hurricane now...setting up for another suplex perhaps...YES! Snap Suplex takes him over, but watch Silva here...rolling through...OH MY! This time it's a gutwrench suplex!

DD: He's giving him a true wrestling lesson, Vince!

VJ: That he is...as he brings the Hurricane back to his feet once again...what's he gonna--OH! Knee to the gut doubles him over, and look at this, Dave! Another double underhook...Hurricane's set up...and taken over with a butterfly suplex..

DD: HEY!!! LOOK AT THAT!

VJ: Butterfly Suplex by Silva, and look at him rolling through! He's still got those arms locked...oh my goodness!

DD: Have you ever seen anything like this, Johnson?!

VJ: Lance Silva...quite the submission hold he's got locked on on the Hurricane here! Hurricane being absolutely stretched in there...

DD: yeah! More proof that this little idiot is no match for the great Lance Silva! He's lucky he's lasted this long in the match! LISTEN TO HIM, VINCE!

VJ: Hurricane is screaming in pain! And look at Silva with that smile on his face!

DD: he may give it up right here, Vince!

VJ: Wait a minute...Silva now dragging the Hurricane back to his feet! He's still got those arms underhooked, and what's this now...OH! He lifts him up and drives him down with a sitout facebuster! Shades of Kid Kash's Money Maker as Silva rolls into AN ARROGANT COVER!!!! There's 1...2...

DD: he could get him anyway--

VJ: NO! You won't pin the Hurricane like that! Not without hooking the leg.

DD: Well, it's only a matter of time, Vince! Watch!

VJ: Silva...now...with the Hurricane...snap mare takes him over..and he cinches up on the reverse chinlock! Lance Silva...look at him wrenching up on the head and neck of the Intercontinental Champ!

Silva: I got him now! (crowd boos) He ain't going nowhere!

DD: HAHA! Ya heard that, Johnson?

VJ: This man is an ass!

DD: Well, he could be moments away from becoming a double champion!

VJ: Hopefully, that won't happen as this crowd tries to rally behind the Hurricane! His first PPV title defense...

DD: And it will be his last! C'mon Lance!

VJ: Hurricane...you can feel him starting to get that surge as he begins to fight back to his feet! Silva...he looks as if he doesn't know what to do, Dave, as the Hurricane...he fights back up to one knee...Hurricane...he's back up to his feet now! Silva still with the hold applied...

DD: C'mon, Lance...

VJ: Oh! Elbow driven right into the gut of Lance Silva...and again...a third elbow, and the hold is broken! And watch the Hurricane now! He hits off the ropes...Lance Silva...OH! He tried for the knee to the gut, but the Hurricane counters into the schoolboy! Hurricane...1...2...KICKOUT BY SILVA...OH!!!!! AND A FLYING LEG LARIAT BY THE LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMP TURNS THE TIDE RIGHT BACK AROUND, DAVE!

DD: HAHA!

VJ: Hurricane has just been knocked goofy, as Silva now...he's got the Hurricane set up...OH! MICHINOKU DRIVER PUTS HIM RIGHT DOWN ON THE MAT! He hooks the leg...1...2...NO! Hurricane able to get the shoulder up...as Silva...once again going back to that reverse chinlock!

DD: yeah! And another smart move by Silva! Hurricane was starting to bring the pace back up! Getting these idiots all riled up! Silva wisely trying to slow this thing back down! Trying to take the crowd out of it...

VJ: HEY WAIT A MINUTE! SILVA...HE'S GOT HIS FEET ON THE ROPES! SILVA USING THE ROPES FOR LEVERAGE!!!! HEY REF!

DD: Really, Vince! You're gonna hafta stop that noise, now!

VJ: Silva...using the ropes for leverage, and now taking them off when before the ref can spot him! What a...

DD: What a role model!

VJ: Are you kidding me?!

DD: See Vince, what he was doing there was sending a message to all the young up and coming wrestlers out there of what NOT to do in the match! That's real considerate of Silva if you ask me!

VJ: Well...THERE HE GOES AGAIN!!!

DD: HAHA! Take notes, children! Take notes!

VJ: SILVA ONCE AGAIN USING THE ROPES FOR LEVERAGE! AND AGAIN...THE REF MISSES THE WHOLE THING! C'MON REF!

DD: Don't blame him, Vince! He is Canadian...HA! Like you!

VJ: I don't know what the bastard is, but right now, he's not helping the Hurricane in his bid to successfully defend this newly won title...and Hurricane's arm is dropping ever so slowly to the mat.

DD: See Vince, I told ya this would happen! You're all high on this idiot! The office, that damn Joanie has been giving this punk opportunities outta the ying yang! When will you people realize that this kid is nothing but a fluke! He's a nothing...

VJ: He's going out right here! Referee Molineux checking that arm now...Hurricane appears to be out of it...up.

DD: HAHA! It's just about over now, Johnson.

VJ: That arm dropping down to the canvas. Silva is all smiles, as the official...he raises that arm once again...and it drops once again!

DD: Oh yeah, Vinnie! I love it! We're just seconds...we're just moments away from a NEW I-C Champion!

VJ: This crowd...once again trying to rally behind the Hurricane, but it appears to be no use! Silva...he's got this hold cinched in tight! The Hurricane isn't moving, and referee Molineux is right there...raising the hand for the third and final time...

DD: Here we go Vince! Say "BYE, BYE, BYE!"

VJ: It...it...IT STAYS UP!!!!!!

DD: What?!

VJ: Hurricane still in this thing Dave! Hurricane starting to come back alive!

DD: Damn it, LANCE DO SOMETHING!

VJ: HE IS!!! LANCE SILVA WITH THOSE FEET ON THE ROPES ONCE AGAIN--AND HE GOT CAUGHT!!! THE SON OF A BITCH GOT CAUGHT!

DD: Wait a minute, ref!

VJ: He got caught red-handed, and now the ref making him break the hold! Silva, he can't believe it!

DD: Vince, how dare he do this to a role model like Silva?! This idiot Molineux...he may have scarred millions and millions of children around the world with his Yankee ass behavior!

VJ: Right! Silva bringing Hurricane back to his feet...OH! Silva with a European Uppercut, rattling the jaw! And another! Silva...jaw jacking with the fans...he tries for another one--OH!

DD: What the hell...

VJ: HURRICANE COUNTERED! HURRICANE...HURRICANE...

DD: LAAANCE!

VJ: BACKSLIDE!!! THE SHOULDERS ARE DOWN...1...2...NO!!!! Silva just barely able to get the shoulder up! Both men back to their feet now...OH! Hard forearm by Silva sends Hurricane staggering back into the ropes!

DD: See Vince!

VJ: Silva...there's a HARD knife-edge chop--AND HURRICANE RESPONDS!

DD: Damn it, Lance! Yes!

VJ: Lance fires off with one of his own, and HURRICANE YET AGAIN WITH A CHOP TO THE CHEST OF SILVA!!! Hurricane with another...SILVA WITH ONE OF HIS OWN! WE'VE GOT A CHOPFEST ON OUR HANDS!

DD: And we ain't even in Georgia!

VJ: Oh! Silva ends that exchange with a thumb to the eyes! Silva now...Irish whip sends him in...coming off...OH! He ducked the head and got caught...Hurricane...

DD: Damn it, Lance!

VJ: SITOUT POWERBOMB ON SILVA!!!! THE SHOULDERS ARE DOWN...1...2...NO! Silva able to kickout before the count of 3! And watch the Hurricane now! Bringing Silva back to his feet here...there's a boot to the midsection! And another! Irish whip...reversal by Silva sends Hurricane crashing into the buckle!!! And watch Silva here...he charges in...

DD: Oh no...

VJ: Hurricane got the boot up! Big boot right to the face of Lance Silva has the Light Heavyweight Champ on dream street! And watch Hurricane now! To the second rope...he's got Silva...

DD: Fight it, Lance! Fight it...ahhh!

VJ: TORNADO DDT!!!!!!!! DID YOU SEE SILVA'S HEAD RECOIL OFF THE CANVAS?! COVER THAT MAN! Cover him...Hurricane's got the leg hooked...2...NO! Silva able to get that shoulder off the mat before the count of 3!

DD: Yeah! It's not over yet, Vince! He's still in it!

VJ: Maybe not for long! Hurricane brings him back to his feet...OH! Hard knife-edge chop to the chest of Silva! And another one! There's an Irish whip by the Hurricane...Silva ducks the clothesline coming off...from the other side...HURRI-BLOW CONNECTS!!!!!!!! Hurricane caught him right on the jaw with that one, and look at Silva! He may be out of it!

DD: Shake it off, Lance! Shake it off!

VJ: Silva trying to get back to his feet, and watch the Hurricane...Hurricane from behind...

DD: Look out!

VJ: BEAUTIFUL REVERSE NECKBREAKER! DAMN NEAR FOLDED HIM IN HALF! COVER HIM, HURRICANE! COVER...1...2...NO! Silva able to kickout just before the count of 3!

DD: (breathing heavily) Oh my gosh...damn it, Vince! I'm begging you, for once in your life will you be unbiased!

VJ: It's hard to do when you're faced with assholes like Lance Silva. And look at the Hurricane here...he's measuring Silva for something...

DD: I know he's not about to try that ridiculous chokeslam on Lance Silva!

VJ: That could be the case! Silva...trying to pull himself back to his feet! Hurricane's waiting on him...

DD: Lance...

VJ: Here it is--OH! Silva with a thumb to the eyes changes Hurricane's plans! Silva now...backing Hurricane into the ropes...Irish whip--NO! Reversal by the Hurricane...Silva with one of his own...

DD: Did you see that?!

VJ: Silva...countering that Irish whip into a criss cross choke--OH!!!!!!!!!! AND HE DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH...ALMOST AN EDGE-O-MATIC!

DD: That'll be all! New Champion baby!!!!

VJ: SILVA'S GOT THE LEG HOOKED...1...2...3...NO IT WAS JUST A 2!!!!!!! Silva...he can't believe it!

DD: What is wrong with this official?! Vince, you know that was a 3!

VJ: Silva...he doesn't look happy with that one. Silva now bringing Hurricane back to his feet--OOH! Another chop! We've seen our share of those in this match!

DD: Vicious ones too...OH!

VJ: And another! Silva backing the Hurricane into the buckle! There's an Irish whip...Hurricane into the buckle...Silva follows him in...UH OH!

DD: What the hell?!

VJ: Hurricane tips up in the corner and catches Lance Silva in a modified headscissors! Silva...he's in some trouble here--OH! He tosses Hurricane over the top rope, but once again he lands on the apron, and there's a shoulderblock right to the midsection of Silva!!!! A second one doubles the Light Heavyweight Champ over in pain! And watch the Hurricane...

DD: Watch it, Silva--WHAT THE...

VJ: Hurricane...thought he was going for a sunset flip...actually rolled over the back of Lance Silva, and now he's headed into the ropes...Hurricane coming off...SPINNING WHEEL KICK CATCHES HIM RIGHT ON THE JAW! Hurricane...the I-C Champ is standing tall...AND HE JUST GAVE THE HIGH SIGN! HURRICANE...HE'S GOING UP, DAVE!

DD: I've got a...oh my goodness! LANCE!

VJ: Lance Silva still feeling the effects of that kick, as the Hurricane heads to the top rope! Silva now...climbing back to his feet...Hurricane getting ready to fly...

DD: Look out, Lance! Look out...

VJ: THE OVERCAST!!!!!!!!!! THAT WILL DO IT! HURRICANE WITH THE COVER...HOOK OF THE LEG...1...

DD: NO!

VJ: 2...

DD: KICKOUT...

VJ: THREE--NO!!!!!!!!! NO, MY GOD, IT WAS JUST A TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW IN THE HELL...

DD: He is a true champion! Vince, for this effort alone, Lance Silva deserves the belt! Admit it!

VJ: Hurricane can't believe it! He thought he had him...I thought...hell, everybody in this arena thought it was over!

DD: And you were all wrong! You cannot count out a wrestler the calibre of Lance Silva!

VJ: Well Hurricane's gonna try and put him down for the count here...he's got Silva by the hair--OH! Silva using the tights for leverage to send the Hurricane back into the buckle!

DD: Brilliant move, Lance! Brilliant!

VJ: I think Hurricane may have hit that buckle with his temple! He's hurt, as Silva from behind...he's going for it! Silva walking the ropes with that 3/4 facelock...SAVE THE LAST DA--OH!!!!!!!!

DD: (crying) Oh no! Lance!!!

VJ; Lance Silva just crotched right on the top rope! He was going for Save the Last Dance, and he paid for it! And watch the Hurricane...

DD: Now wait a minute, Vince!

VJ: Hurricane shaking that rope! Hurricane...giving Lance Silva a little right here...OH! Silva flung off that top rope, and he goes crashing right to the mat! And can you feel it, Dave?! Can you feel it?! That ever important momentum is firmly in the camp of the Hurricane! These fans are loud as hell! They are on their feet, as the Hurricane...he could be going in for the kill! Silva getting back to his feet...

DD: Look out, Lance!

VJ: Hurricane from behind...EYE OF THE HURRICANE COMING UP--NO!!!! Silva able to counter...OH MY!!!!! NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! BEAUTIFULLY EXECUTED...1...2...

DD: IT'S OVER!!!

VJ: NO IT ISN'T!!!!!!!! Hurricane just barely able to get those shoulders off the mat! Just barely! And Lance Silva's gotta be asking himself some tough questions at this point.

DD: That was a blatant slow count, Vince! You know he had him!

VJ: What a match this has been! Silva bringing Hurricane back to his feet...what's this?! Piledriver? Piledriver coming up--NO! Double leg takedown by the Hurricane! Silva...Hurricane's got him set up!

DD: Oh no!

VJ: Hurricane...SLINGSHOTS HIM INTO THE BUCK--OH! SILVA LANDS ON THE MIDDLE ROPE! Great presence of mind there, as...OH! He faked a cross body, and Hurricane dropped down...SILVA OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE WITH A SENTON TO THE SMALL OF THE BACK!!!!

DD: HAHA! Can you believe that Johnson?!

VJ: This thing getting fast and furious as Silva brings him back to his feet! He's got him hooked up...what's he gonna...OH!!!!

DD: TOMIKAZE!!!!!!

VJ: THAT WILL DO IT! 1...2...NO!!!!!!!!! HURRICANE GOT THE FOOT ON THE ROPES! HE GOT THAT FOOT ON THE ROPE!

DD: Coward's way out!

VJ: Great ring presence from Hurricane as well, as Silva now hooks the leg...

DD: Now that's smart!

VJ: 1...2...HURRICANE WITH A KICKOUT! AND FANS, WE'RE BEGINNING TO SENSE THE FRUSTRATION!!!!!!! LANCE SILVA...LOOK INTO THOSE EYES!

DD: I don't blame him for being frustrated, Vince! I mean, he's had the title won about 15 or 16 times already, but this biased official has been against him every step of the way!

VJ: Oh will you stop! Silva now brings him back to his feet...what's this?! Fisherman's suplex...

DD: Looks like we're gonna have a perfect ending after all--HEY!

VJ: Hard left hand to the kidneys by Hurricane! A second breaks Silva's grip! Irish whip by the Hurricane sends Silva into the ropes...coming off...WHOA!

DD: What in the world?!

VJ: Hurricane sends him up and over, and Silva goes crashing throat-first off the top! Silva is out of it, and watch Hurricane...from behind...

DD: NO!

VJ: EYE OF THE HURRICANE!!!! EYE OF THE HURRICANE! THAT'LL DO IT, FOLKS! THERE'S 1...THERE'S 2...THERE'S--DAMN IT! HE KICKED OUT!!!!

DD: HAHA! What I tell ya, Vince?! What I tell ya?! Fate's on his side!

VJ: I'll give credit where it's due! This kid is tough...both of em are! And now...well, he's wearing a mask, but you can sense that same sense of frustration that Silva had earlier on in the Hurricane!

DD: That's because he knows that what I've been saying is the truth! He's not a real champion, Vince! He's nothing but a 2nd-rate, non-talent FLUKE!

VJ: Hurricane back to his feet...he's ready to end this thing NOW! He's got Silva...another Irish whip...Silva counters with a boot to the midsection! He's got Hurricane hooked now...

DD: He's going for it!

VJ: Silva bringing Hurricane into the buckle...

DD: Here it comes...

VJ: SAVE THE LAST DANCE--COUNTERED AGAIN!!!!!!

DD: What?!

VJ: This time Silva sent out to the apron...Hurricane tries for the right hand, but misses...OH! Silva snapping him throat first across the top rope!

DD: HAHA! Beautiful, Lance!

VJ: Hurricane in some trouble here, as Silva...headed to the top rope...

DD: This could be it right here, Johnson...OH NO!

VJ: Then again...Hurricane shaking the ropes, causing the Light Heavyweight Champion yet another bad landing on the top!

DD: I swear, Vince. Silva's definitely gonna be singing in a higher octave after this one!

VJ: Tell me about it! Lance is hurting on top...and watch the Hurricane...he's headed up there as well! Could it be...Superplex coming up?! A superplex from a Superhero!

DD: Johnson, quit trying to be funny! I'm sure Lance is just trying to lull him in...HA! See!

VJ: Hard right hand to the gut by Silva...Hurricane responds with a right to the head! Silva! Hurricane! Silva...these two men trading blows on that top rope, Dave!

DD: Be careful up there, Lance!

VJ: Silva...hard right to the head...and another! Hurricane in some trouble right he--oh! Rake to the face by the Hurricane stops Silva!

DD: And how about that, Johnson?! That's your champion! That's your superhero! Using a rake at the eyes?!

VJ: Well that's not the story here! These two men...they're up on top, Dave! Hurricane he could be setting...we could be getting set for something BIIIIIIIIIIII...

DD: HOLY SHIT!

VJ: OH!!!!!! NECKBREAKER BY THE HURRICANE!!!!!!!! FROM THE TOP! MY GOD, FROM THE TOP!

DD: IS HE CRAZY?!

VJ: THESE FANS ARE ON THEIR FEET! HURRICANE WITH THE COVER...THERE'S 1...2...HEEEEEEEEEEE...NO! DAMN IT, NO! Just a two! WHAT A MATCH, DAVE!

DD: How tough is Lance Silva?!

VJ: He is tough indeed, I'll give him that...as Hurricane...back to his feet...Silva starting to stir, and look at the Hurricane...he's setting up for something!

DD: Uh oh! Watch it, Lance!

VJ: Hurricane has got Silva locked in his sights! This crowd is making some noise here, Dave!

DD: Lance...if you can hear me...oh!

VJ: Silva...up to a knee, and watch Hurricane...SHINING BLACK--MISSES!!!!! Silva back to his feet, and he catches Hurricane with a boot right to the midsection. He's got him set up...

DD: Hey wait a minute...wait...

VJ: SAVE THE LAST DANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DD: IT'S OOOOOOOOOOVER!!!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!

VJ: That's gotta be all! That's gotta be! Silva now with the cover...the leg is hooked...1...2...HE GOT--NO! NO! NO!!!!!!!!!!!

DD: THAT WAS THREE!

VJ: IT WASN'T 3! HE GOT THE SHOULDER UP!

DD: BULLSHIT!

VJ: LANCE SILVA IS ABSOLUTELY DISTRAUGHT! How in the hell...

DD: How's he even breathing?!

VJ: Silva's covering him again! This time with both legs hooked...2...NO!!!

DD: What?!

VJ: Hurricane kicks out again.

DD: This is unbelievable, Vince!

VJ: Tell me about it! Silva bringing Hurricane back to his feet now...oh! 3/4 nelson...into a pinning combination! 1...2...HURRICANE ABLE TO KICKOUT AGAIN!

DD: Damn it!

VJ: And watch Silva! Waisting no time...winding up on the arm now...THERE'S LA MAJISTRAL!!!!!!!!! SILVA WITH THE CRADLE!

DD: HE'S GOT HIM HERE!

VJ: 1...2...THR--SWEET MERCIFUL...HE KICKED OUT AGAIN!!! HE KICKED OUT! AND SILVA HAS LOST IT! HE'S ABSOLUTELY LOST IT, DAVE!

DD: Lance, calm down!

VJ: Lance Silva cannot believe that he's unable to defeat the Hurricane! Silva...what does he hafta do to defeat the Hurricane?!

DD: Bust a cap...

VJ: Oh stop it...wait a minute. We've got some commotion in the crowd...

DD: These idiots. They're probably...hey wait a second!

VJ: That's Desires! That's Darkest Desires!

DD: What the hell is she doing here, Vince?!

VJ: The former Women's Champ on her way back out to ringside, and she doesn't look happy!

DD: Vince, that bitch has no business being out here!

VJ: Desires was attacked before the match as she was helping her tag partner Diamond back to the locker room, and Silva's just spotted Dark! Dark's up on the apron...

DD: Lance, forget about her! Concentrate on the title! The title!

VJ: Lance Silva and Desires...we've got some heated words being exchanged!

DD: Can we get some security out here--WHAT THE...

VJ: Dark just tried to slap Silva...Silva caught the right hand--OH MY GOODNESS!

DD: HAHAHAHAHA!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!

VJ: THAT'S DISGUSTING! LANCE SILVA just kissed Darkest Desires...

DD: That was great...that was absolutely...

VJ: OH WAIT A MINUTE! HURRICANE FROM BEHIND DRIVING SILVA INTO THE ROPES...THERE'S THE ROLL UP...THE SHOULDERS ARE DOWN...

DD: NO!

VJ: 1...2...SILVA...SILVA REVERSES INTO A PINNING COMBINATION OF HIS OWN! 1...2...KICKOUT BY THE HURRICANE SENDS SILVA INTO THE ROPES! Desires--OH!!!!!!

DD: WAIT A MIN...REFEREE!

VJ: Desires just snapped Silva throatfirst across the top rope! Desires...

DD: Referee...are you gonna allow this...

VJ: Silva is out of it, and watch Hurricane from behind! From behind, the Hurricane is setting it up! He's got him hooked...!!!!!!!!!

DD; Lance...LAAAAAANCE...

VJ: VERTEBREAKER!!! VERTEBREAKER! HE HIT IT! HURRICANE FALLS BACK INTO THE COVER...

DD: Molineux, you idiot...NOOO!

Crowd: 1...2...3!!!!!!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!! **Cue "Eye of the Hurricane"

Announcer: Here is your winner, and STILL UWA Intercontinental Champion: THE HURRICANE!!!!!!!!

DD: FLUKE!!! FLUKE!!! FLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE!!!!!!!!

VJ: Hurricane has just defeated Lance Silva in his very first I-C Title defense! WHAT A MATCH!

DD: What a match, but tell it like it is, Johnson! Hurricane didn't beat Lance Silva...Darkest Desires beat Lance Silva! Lance had the match won!

VJ: And he's got no one to fault for that but himself! He had no right to put his hands on Dark before the match, and you know it!

DD: Well if that bitch thinks...if...oh my God! Lance!

VJ: Silva is down and he is out like a light and look at the Hurricane...STILL YOUR INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMP!

DD: Ahhh...shazbot!

(The crowd cheers in the background, as the Hurricane grabs climbs to the middle rope and raises his title belt into the air. The fans cheer, and dozens of flashbulbs go off around the arena and Darkest Desires claps from the arena floor)

VJ: Well fans...up next, we've got yet another title match as...

DD: WAIT A MINUTE?!

VJ: What the hell?!

DD: THAT'S PUNK!!!

VJ: Punk?! What the--OH! HE JUST SHOVED DARK...DESIRES JUST SHOVED INTO THE STAIRS, and now look at Him...PUNK IN THE RING ATTACKING THE HURRICANE FROM BEHIND!!!! DAMN IT!!!!! DAMN IT!!!!!!

DD: HAHA! Calm down, Vince! Just...

VJ: Calm down, my ass! That no good, lousy, son of a bitch is attacking the Hurricane! He's all over the I-C Champion in that ring! And look at this! We've got officials out here...

Punk: (Choking the Hurricane) I'M BETTER THAN YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'M BETTER THAN YOU!

VJ: THIS SON OF A BITCH...

DD: He's lost it, Vince! He's absolutely...

VJ: GET HIM OUTTA HERE! CM Punk absolutely going off the deep end...my God!

(The crowd boos wildly in the background as security manages to pull CM Punk off of the fallen Hurricane. Punk then turns towards the main camera, makes a belt gesture around his waist, and raises his arms into the air before sliding out of the ring amidst a bevy of officials and heading back towards the locker room)

DD: Hehe...well...

VJ: Well, what?!

DD: Well, CM Punk out here to show us once again that no good fluke goes unpunished. Hehe!

VJ: That was disgusting! Absolutely...Dark may need some help on the outside. I cannot believe this, folks! That piece of garbage, CM Punk...(sighs) fans, up next, the tag titles are up for grabs. It'll be the reigning champions, Lance Storm and Sean Morley defending the titles against Francine's team of Ron Waterman and Firestorm, the Elements, and Killa and Rodney Demp, the former 3-time champions, the Elites. Fans, there's a rich, rich history between these 3 teams. If you recall, Ron Waterman, a former ally of the Elites, turning his back on his partners in late 2003 to form an alliance with Firestorm!

DD: Yeah, and don't forget about the Elites and the Mapleleafs!

VJ: Yes. Killa and Rodney haven't forgotten about the brutal, brutal attack perpetrated by Storm and Morley at August's Hell on Earth PPV. Add the Tag Titles to the equation, and you've got the potential for an explosion of epic proportions here tonight in Pittsburgh!

(HIGHLIGHT VIDEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOO---AH! "Keep the Receipt" by Kanye West feat. Dirt McGirt plays in the background, as we take you back to the Christmas Eve edition of the Friday Night Slam, where the Elites did battle with their old rivals the Elements. The match was a wild one, and the Elites seemed to have the upper hand, when outside interference from Lance Storm and Sean Morely allowed the Elements to pick up the win. Storm and Morely were proud of themselves, thinking that their interference would serve only to knock the Elites out of title contention. However, Commissioner Joanie Laurer said otherwise, and as punishment for their outside interference, Storm and Morely were forced to defend their titles against the Elites the very next week on FNS. It was a seesaw battle, one that, again, saw the Elites come within inches of victory, when the Elements, upset that the team they'd beaten a week prior had received a title shot before them, interfered in the match, attacking both teams and causing the bout to be thrown out. Francine felt that her team was long overdue a title shot, and was tired of being overlooked. Finally, after a heated confrontation with Storm's and Morely's manager, Kevin Yancy Taylor, the match was made, and on the January 7th edition of the Slam, the Elements got their shot, but again, the match was ruined when the Elites, out for revenge, ran-in to attack both teams. Eager to put an end to the madness, Commissioner Laurer signed a 3-way match set to take place for Total Annihilation. And so tonight, 3 of the top tag teams in the organization will hook it up for their chance at the ultimate prize. Who will come out victorious? Will Storm and Morely retain their gold? Will the Elements bring championship gold back to Francine's Enterprise?! Or will it be the Elites, triumphing over their advasaries to claim tag team gold for an unprecedented fourth time???? We'll find out...NEXT! When the video ends, the camera cuts backstage, where we see CM Punk and the Young Wunz argruing with UWA officials. They appear to be preparing to walk away, when suddenly, Rosie Sanchez approaches them with a mic)

RS: Mr. Punk! Mr. Punk...(walks up to him) Can I get a quick...

Punk: (snatches the mic) DID YOU SEE THAT?! DID YOU SEE THAT, PANTHER?! DID YOU SEE WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO THAT PIECE OF TRASH OUT THERE?! THAT LOWLIFE! THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU SCREW WITH ME! THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU SCREW WITH CM PUNK!

RS:...

Punk: Shut up! Panther...you think you really pulled something the other night! You really think you got over by costing me the I-C Strap! Well all you did was prove to the people, those morons in the crowd that hang on every word you say, that actually buy that...that CRAP that you preach! You've proved to them that you are not a true champion! You are not an honorable man, and most important of all, you ARE NOT! I repeat...YOU ARE NOT BETTER THAN ME!!!!! Because I'm CM Punk...drug-free, alcohol-free, pound for pound the best wrestler ever to set foot in this craphole of a federation, and right here tonight Panther, you're gonna find out the hard way! It's on, Panther...the revolution...the revolution that I began one year ago when I gathered up these soldiers in the Young Wunz...it will come to a head when I pin your ass here tonight and take MY rightful place as the Universal Champion! And Panther, make no mistake about it...THAT'S THE TRUTH!

(Punk angrily pulls away from Rosie, followed by Simon, Swinger, Dawn Marie and Orlando Jordan)

RS: Well, folks...CM Punk is incensed, and he seems ready for tonight's bout against Panther. Let's take you back down to ringside to Vince and Dave!

Tag Title 3-Way: Storm and Morely (C) Vs The Elites Vs The Elements

("El Phantasimo and Chicken Run" by White Zombie hits the PA system, and the crowd boos wildly as flashing red and white lights flood the arena. The black curtains at the entrance fly open and an angry Kevin Yancy Taylor storms out of the locker room followed by the UWA Tag Team Champions, Lance Storm and Sean Morely. The trio is pelted with trash as they head down the aisle towards the ring. At ringside, Morely and Storm slide under the bottom rope and raise their title belts into the air, drawing a HUGE "USA" chant from the crowd)

VJ: There you see them, folks! Lance Storm and Sean Morely, the reigning UWA Tag Team Champions...

DD: And one of the few good things to come outta Canada, Vince. I like these guys.

VJ: You would. These two men...regardless of what you think about them, there's no denying that they're stellar athletes! Stellar performers! They're great champions, but they're in for the fight of their lives here tonight as they defend those titles in this 3-way elimination match...as...oh boy. Fans...joining us right now...our broadcast colleague, and manager of the Tag Champions, Kevin Taylor...

DD: Yeah, Vince! Show your respect for a TRUE broadcast journalist. Kevin, how ya doing?!

KT: (adjusting his headset) Can ya hear me?

VJ: We can hear you!

KT: Good, because right now I would like to take the opportunity to voice my displeasure at the blatant malfeasance that transpired in our previous encounter! Vince Johnson...Delaware Dave, you saw the match! You saw what went down! My man, Lance Silva...the FUTURE of professional wrestling was absolutely SCREWED by that...that...that trollup Darkest Desires!

DD: Damn right, Kev! I've been telling Vince that it was a crying shame! A miscarriage of justice! Lance was screwed! Hogwoggled! Bamboozled even! Slicked, tricked, dicked and then some. It was an complete travesty!

VJ: I'd beg to differ...

KT: Save your begging for the street corners, Veej, because in this match right here, Storm and Morely are going to right the wrong that was perpetrated in that last match, and prove once and for all that they truly are the greatest tag team ever!

VJ: Well that remains to be seen here as...uh oh! Here we go...

(The arena lights drop, as "Rollin (Urban Assault Vehicle)" by Limp Bizkit hits the PA system. Orange, red and yellow spotlights swarm the arena, flames engulf the stage and Ron Waterman and Firestorm appear at the entrance. With stern, menacing looks upon their faces, the two monsters raise their arms into the air and start down the aisle, walking towards ringside WITH PURPOSE~! Waterman slides into the ring as Firestorm climbs onto the apron, steps over the top rope and walks out towards the center of the ring, where they stare down the reigning champions)

VJ: There you see them, folks! Francine's own personal instruments of destruction...

DD: Hey! Speaking of Francine, where the hell is she, Vince?!

VJ: Well...I dunno, I haven't seen her at all today!

KT: Well it's a shame she could be here, Veej. I tell ya, I'd just look to see the look on her face when my men beat her toy soldiers the wrestling lesson of a lifetime!

DD: Well, wherever she is, I just hope she gets here in time to show us that surprise for J-Dogg. I've been wondering for weeks just what it is!

KT: Well I'll tell you something that should be of no surprise to you, D-Ware...and that's that the Elements are no match for the Tag Team Champs!

VJ: Well...I dunno about that, but right now, we've got these two teams going face to face...and the Elements!

KT: keep em back, ref! Keep em back!

VJ: The Elements...Kevin, I don't think they wanna wait for the Elites! I think they wanna get this thing started right now!

KT: Oh, of course. Being the uncivilized neanderthals that they are, I bet they can't wait to get the jump on the champs and attack them when they're not ready! They'll just love that!

VJ: Referee John Finnegan right there to try and keep these two teams apart...

(Suddenly, the arena goes black, and flickering blue spotlights cover the arena. The "Murda Murda Murda, Kill Kill Kill" Anthem hits the PA system, and the crowd cheers wildly as the Elites appear in the entrance, Rodney carrying a singapore cane in his hand and Killa a barbwire covered baseball bat. The two stand at the top of the aisle for a moment, soaking up the reaction of the capacity crowd before raising their respective weapons into the air and heading down the entrance ramp towards ringside. At ringside, they slide under the bottom rope, walk towards adjacent corners and again raise their weapons in the air as flashbulbs go off around the arena)

VJ: They are on their feet in Pittsburgh for the former 3-Time tag team champions!

KT: And it just goes to show just how sick...just how depraved these people have become Veej?! I mean...how can they bring themselves to cheer barbarians like Killa and Rodney?! These...these...savages!

DD: Yeah, I mean...they've got weapons, Vince! What about that?!

VJ: Well, these fans respect the heart...they respect the toughness of the Elites!

DD: No, tell it like it is, Johnson! These fans are idiots!

KT: Exactly! Total buffoons (to Killa) DON'T POINT THAT THING AT ME! Don't...

VJ: Killa...WAIT A MINUTE! HE'S COMING OUT HERE! KILLA...

(Killa steps halfway through the ropes before being caught by referee John Finnegan. The music abruptly stops as chants of "Fuck him up, Killa, Fuck him up **CLAP CLAP**" echo throughout the arena. The camera focuses on the commentary table, where Taylor has a look of fear in his eyes. Killa points the bat at him, steps back out towards the center of the ring, and referee Finnegan calls for the bell)

Ding Ding Ding!!!

VJ: Well, folks, there's the bell!

DD: Vince, how can you just sit here and ignore what just happened a second ago! That brute Killa had the nerve to come out here and threaten our broadcast colleague...our friend, Kevin Taylor. Kevin, are you ok?

KT: Don't worry! He'll get his! Believe me, he'll get his!

VJ: Well, folks, earlier on there was a coin toss to see which two teams would start this one off...and it will be the Elites and the Mapleleafs. And remember folks, this is a 3-Way Dance, meaning elimination rules...as Morely and Rodney Demp step out to the apron...

KT: Make him get rid of that weapon, ref!

VJ: Well...it looks to be Lance Storm and Killa starting this one off, as Killa...still with that barbwire bat...

DD: C'mon, ref! This ain't a hardcore match! Get that bat away from him!

VJ: Referee John Finnegan is admonishing Killa about that bat...and these fans...heh! They'd like to see Killa make use of that weapon here tonight!

KT: Would you like to see that, Johnson?

VJ: Now wait a minute. Let's not forget what happened at Hell on Earth between these teams! That setup...the attack on the Elites perpetrated by YOUR MEN!

KT: Oh pish, Vinnie! That was a street fight. The Elites should've known what they were getting into. And besides, that's old news! It's a new year! 2005! Quit living in the past!

DD: Yeah, Johnson. Get with the times, man!

VJ: (rolls eyes) Whatever. Killa finally handing that weapon over to the official, and now folks, it looks like we're about ready to get this thing underway. Killa and Lance Storm...going face to face. So much heat between these teams...AND THERE'S THE LOCKUP!!! Stiff collar and elbow tie-up in the center of the ring...

DD: This might not be the smartest move by Storm here...WHOA! SEE!

VJ: Killa...great display of strength, damn near shoving Storm out of the ring.

KT: Don't worry, don't worry. See, Lance is just feeling him out.

DD: As opposed to feeling him up...like Johnson here.

VJ: I beg your pardon! Storm back to his feet...conferring with his partner...as the Elements...(shudders) what monsters.

KT: I agree. They are pretty ugly.

VJ: Lance Storm's gonna give this one another try! Here we go...Killa...oh! He went for the lockup, Storm able to sidestep him, and there's a hard forearm to the back of Killa! Overhand right to the top of the head! Lance Storm...going to work...

DD: Look at him go, Vince!

VJ: Right hands...right hands...to the head and neck of Killa...he's got Killa reeling here, folks!

KT: What I tell ya, Veej! I told ya it was only a matter of time!

VJ: Killa shoving Storm away to escape this...this onslaught! Storm following him in with a hard chop to the chest! A second sends Killa back into the ropes...and now the tag's made! First of the match, and here comes Sean Morely!

KT: And pay attention to this, Veej! This is tag team wrestling at its finest!

VJ: It looks to me like cheating at its finest! Storm and Morely...doubleteaming Killa here!

DD: Remember, Vince! They've got a five count!

VJ: And they're using every bit of it to their advantage! Double Irish whip by the Mapleleafs send Killa into the rope...Killa coming off--BREAKS THE DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!

DD: Huh?!

VJ: Killa...off the other side--OH BOY!!!!!!! DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE OF HIS OWN, AND STORM AND MORELY HAVE BEEN TURNED INSIDE OUT!!! And listen to this crowd! They're on their feet, as Killa...OH! Hard right hand sends Storm to the canvas! Morely catches a back elbow that sends him into the ropes! In comes Rodney now! Rodney Demp with a hard forearm shot sends Storm to the canvas!

DD: Watch Killa...

VJ: WHOA!!!!!! BIG CLOTHESLINE BY KILLA SENDS MORELY UP AND OVER AND TO THE OUTSIDE! And watch Rodney...Demp with a clothesline of his own, and now Storm is gone!!!! The Tag Team Champions...they're in some trouble here, and the Elites are standing tall!

DD: yeah...well...not for long! Look!

VJ: What the--OH! WAIT A MINUTE! FIRESTORM AND WATERMAN...FROM BEHIND, ATTACKING KILLA AND RODNEY!

KT: HAHA! Those idiots! Never take your eye off the ball!

VJ: Killa and Rodney...they're being mauled in there by the Elements! Firestorm with Killa...OH! Headbutt sends Killa staggering into the ropes! Elbow to the head of Rodney by Waterman! The Elements doing a number on the Elites here...and what's this now?!

DD: We may be fixing to see the end of the Elites right here!

VJ: The Elements with the Elites...Irish whip in stereo...WHOA! Double reversal by the Elites send Firestorm and Waterman into the rope--HEY!

DD: What in the world?!

VJ: Storm and Morely...from the outside grabbing the ankles of the Elements as they hit off the ropes!

KT: Hehe! All's fair in love and war you idiots!

VJ: The Elements...with their backs turned...Killa and Rodney from behind...

DD: LOOK OUT!

VJ: OH! BIG FOREARM SHOTS TO THE BACKS OF THE ELEMENTS SEND BOTH MEN TUMBLING TO THE OUTSIDE, AND ONCE AGAIN, THIS CROWD IS ON ITS FEET! THE ELITES ONCE AGAIN ARE STANDING TALL!

KT: Aww that's a pile of pucky and you know it, Johnson!

DD: Yeah, I got word from my cousin Vegas Vinnie that the Mapleleafs are definitely ahead on points!

KT: Right! Smart cousin...oh wait minute! Lance! LANCE!

VJ: Storm and Morely...they're on the outside, showboating for these fans! The Elements...

KT: BEHIND, YOU, LANCE! BEHIND YOU...EEEEEECK!

VJ: OH! FIRESTORM WITH A HANDFULL OF STORM'S HAIR! WATERMAN'S GOT MORELY!

DD: Damn it, Vince! These two might be fixing to turn the mapleleafs to maple syrup...HEY WAIT!

VJ: OH MY! A PAIR OF BASEBALL SLIDES BY THE ELITES SEND THE ELEMENTS CRASHING INTO THE GUARDRAIL! AND WATCH THE ELITES NOW! KILLA AND RODNEY TEARING INTO BOTH TEAMS!

DD: It's breaking loose, now, Johnson! It's breaking loose now!

VJ: Absolutely! Killa and Storm going at it! Rodney and Waterman trading blows! Firestorm...OH! Down goes Morely! We've got a pier sixer on the outside, and that's right up the Elites' alley, folks!

KT: Yeah...these idiots belong in an alley, Veej! They're not civilized! They're not...they're not...

VJ: They could be champions by the end of this one, Kev! Referee Finnegan to the outside to try and get control of this one...oh! Killa sending Lance Storm back into the ring...

DD: Oh my God! Lance is bleeding!

VJ: That he is! I'm not too sure how that happened! Lance Storm bleeding over the right eye...

KT: OH! But he's still fighting, Veej! He's still fighting!

VJ: Hard right hands by Lance send Killa staggering into the ropes! There's an Irish whip now...Killa off the rope...UH OH!

DD: LANCE!

VJ: Lance Storm telegraphed the back body drop! He ducked the head and got caught! And look at Killa...he's asking this crowd! You know what we're about to see!

KT: Block it, Lance! Block it...NO!!!

VJ: HE'S GOT HIM UP!!!! KILLA WITH LANCE STORM...HIGH OVER HIS HEAD...

DD: Sean...oh my God, Kevin...NOOOO!

VJ: THE MURDER!!!!!!!!! LANCE STORM JUST DRIVEN TO THE MAT WITH THE MURDER! THAT'S GOTTA BE ALL! KILLA WITH THE COVER...HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!! FIRESTORM...FIRESTORM ATTACKING KILLA FROM BEHIND! C'MON REF, GET HIM OUTTA THERE!

KT: Wait a minute, Veej...I think...I think...

DD: The ref's saying there was a tag!

VJ: What?! I didn't see a...apparently there was a blind tag somewhere! Firestorm is now the legal man, and Kevin Taylor, you've gotta be thanking your lucky stars on that one!

KT: Are you kidding me, Veej?! I wasn't worried for a second! See...I know my team! I know that Lance was just lulling that big idiot into a false sense of security!

VJ: oh really!

DD: Vince, are you questioning his integrity?

VJ: In order to do that, he'd have to have integrity for me to question!

KT: now wait a second, Veej! Now I came out here tonight to offer you my expertise! I'm here to help you out! To make you look good! I will not sit here and be insulted!

DD: Yeah, Vince! If you're not careful, he'll get up and walk right outta here!

VJ: (rolls eyes) Let's just call the match, please? Hard Irish whip by Firestorm sends Killa into the Elements' corner! Firestorm charges in--OH! HARD CLOTHESLINE just...

DD: He almost ripped his head off, Vince!

VJ: Killa...he's in some trouble here, as Firestorm...OH! Buries the knee lift into the midsection...there's a hard elbow to the side of the head! And now Firestorm...oh my! That size 20+ boot...that boot driven right into the jaw...right into the throat of Killa! C'mon ref...he's choking him!

KT: Yeah, and that's exactly what these two buffoons are gonna do by the end of this match...CHOKE!

VJ: That remains to be seen, as Firestorm now makes the tag to Ron Waterman! Nothing fancy about these two, folks! Waterman and Firestorm with Killa now...what's this...OH!!!!! Thought they were going for a double Irish whip...instead reversing the momentum and sending Killa's back crashing hard off the buck--AND ONCE AGAIN! C'MON REF! GET ONE OF EM OUTTA THERE!

DD: HAHA! I think the ring moved on that one, Vince!

VJ: It may have indeed, as Killa...there you see him on the canvas! Writhing in pain...

DD: Look at him crawl! Look at the coward crawl...

VJ: Trying to make it over to his corner--OH! Waterman drives that elbow right into the small of the back! Waterman back to his feet...there's another one!

KT: Ya know something, Veej, it looks like the Elements...it looks like they're targeting the back of Killa.

VJ: It appears that you're right! Waterman with Killa by the hair...bringing him back to his feet...OH! There's a knee right to the small of the back! And another! Waterman now...scooping Killa up...AND A BACKBREAKER! DRIVING HIM HARD ON THE KNEE! There's the cover...1...2...NO! Only a 2 count!

KT: Ya know...as much as I'd hate to give them credit, this is actually a smart strategy by the Elements! I mean...if you hurt Killa's back, he can't lift you up, and if he can't lift you, we won't be seeing that Murder here tonight!

DD: yeah well...I doubt he could lift the Elements anyway, Taylor.

KT: Good point.

VJ: Well right now, Waterman driving the point of that elbow right into the back of Killa...as the tag champions look on from the outside!

KT: I love those guys so much! Look at em, Veej! Look at em!

VJ: I see em. Waterman now, with Killa...there's another Irish whip sending Killa right back into the Element turnbuckle...and now the tag's made once again to Firestorm. Great teamwork here by Francine's duo as Waterman has Killa now...snap mares him over! Firestorm now into the ring...OH! There's a kick right to the back, and listen to Killa scream in pain! Killa...in a world of hurt here as Firestorm now...driving that knee right into the small of the back of Killa. Reverse chinlock applied here, and the big man...the Alaskin Pride, if you will, leaning all 330 pounds down onto the back of Killa!

DD: You know something, Vince, I wasn't expecting this from the Elements...especially with Francine not at ringside. I mean, they're the biggest team in the match! I thought they'd come out here, toss everybody around and basically try to win this match by brute force! But they're proving me wrong! They're wrestling a smart match here! They've slowed the match down! They're conserving their energy! They've found a chink in Killa's armor and they're exploiting it! They're making quick tags in and out...this is actually smart tag team wrestling here.

VJ: This crowd starting to make some noise...trying to get rallied behind Killa as Rodney Demp looks on from the outside! He wants to get into this match in the worst way!

KT: I dunno, Veej! I know the Elites! They're worthless cowards! I doubt Rodney wants any of the beating Killa's been receiving thus far!

VJ: Oh wait a minute...this crowd starting to get Killa riled up! Killa's trying to fight this thing, folks! Killa...that arm raised high into the air...he's trying to get back to his feet! Can he do it?!

DD: I dunno, Vince! I dunno...

VJ: He's back up to one knee! And Firestorm...look into his eyes! he looks as if he doesn't know what to do! Killa...he's back to his feet!

DD: You'd better do something, Firestorm, and you'd better do it fast...AH!

VJ: OH! KILLA DRIVING FIRESTORM BACKFIRST INTO THE BUCKLE...ONCE AGAIN AND THE HOLD IS BROKEN! But Killa is spent! Killa...down on the mat as Firestorm makes the tag to Waterman! Can Killa make the tag?! He's crawling towards his corner...oh! Waterman catches him by the ankle!

DD: HEHE! Look at him crawling like a little roach!

KT: He's about to get squashed right here, gang!

VJ: Waterman with that right foot of Killa, and watch Killa here! Trying to pull himself back to his feet! Killa...using the rope, and now look at him, on one leg! On one leg, Killa...

KT: He's not in a good position here, Veej...OH!

VJ: Hard right hand catches Waterman right on the button! AND AGAIN! Killa...KILLA MAKING A LUNGE FOR RODNEY...WATERMAN STILL WITH THAT LEG!!! KILLA...

DD: He ain't going nowhere!

VJ: Oh, what's this now?! Waterman...spinning Killa around by the leg--GOOD GOD!!!!!!!!! HE JUST FOLDED KILLA UP WITH THAT BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!!! DID YOU...MY GOD WHAT IMPACT!

DD: And that could be all right there, Johnson! Right there!

VJ: Killa...you can see him on the canvas, holding his head, as the champions from the apron look on laughing at Killa! Laughing...I can't believe it!

KT: And ya know what, Vince Johnson, I don't blame them for laughing! Because Killa's in the ring! He's taking all the punishment, while they get to rest on the apron with their belts intact! I love it!

VJ: Well I wonder how much that Murder from earlier on is affecting Lance Storm...as Killa--OW! Another hard elbow to the back by Waterman...and a knee right to the side of the head by the former UFC star! Waterman with Killa now, what's he gonna do?! What's this...

DD: Gutwrench?

VJ: Waterman...those massive arms locked around the waist of Killa...OH MY GOODNESS! WATERMAN LIFTING KILLA UP OVER HIS HEAD...AND THERE'S THE CANADIAN BACKBREAKER!!! CANADIAN BACKBREAKER LOCKED ON KILLA...

KT: Can you believe this, Veej?! Can you believe it, Dave?! The Elements, realizing that they're no match for the tag team champions have actually resorted to paying tribute to them right here by using a Canadian hold! They've admitted their inferiority, Veej!

VJ: I...I don't know about that!

DD: You don't know about a lot of things! IT'S OVER, VINCE! IT'S OVER!!!!!

VJ: Killa's been in that right for a long time! His back has taken all kinds of punishment from the Elements, as this capacity crowd starts to cheer him on once again! This crowd rallying behind Killa...willing him on to break this hold and somehow make the tag!

DD: More pressure, Firestorm, more pressure!

VJ: That's Waterman!

DD: I could give a damn if it was Slim Shady! THE ELITES ARE GOING DOWN!!!

VJ: Rodney from the apron with that look of intensity in his eyes, as Killa...Killa trying to pry the fingers of Ron Waterman...OH! Waterman just too strong! Just too much power!

DD: And just too much for the Elites! Admit it, Johnson!

VJ: I won't...Killa's body has just gone limp...and we may just be seconds away from the Elites being eliminated from this match, folks! Waterman...GOD! CINCHING UP HIS GRIP YET AGAIN...and referee Finnegan...he's checking Killa's arms! He's trying to see if Killa can continue...

DD: Vince, tell these idiots to shut up!

KT: Or if they must chant something, make sure they chant something respectful...like..."CAN-A-DA! CAN-A-DA!"

VJ: (snickers) I could get behind that chant...nevermind! The referee checking the arm of Killa...it stays up...Killa's still in this thing, and look at Killa now! Up over the head of Waterman...he's kicking, his twisting...trying anything in his power to escape this hold...

DD: Hold on, Ron! Hold on...

VJ: Killa...OH MY! HE'S OUT!

DD: NO!

VJ: Killa has escaped the hold! Killa off the ropes, Waterman misses with the clothesline...Killa off the other side--OH!!!!!! FLYING SHOULDERBLOCK BY KILLA JUST FELLED THE BIG MAN!!!!!! Waterman is down, and will you listen to this crowd! Willing Killa to make the tag!

KT: Damn it, you big lug! Get off your backside and get back on him! He's getting away!

VJ: Killa...he's crawling! Waterman is down! Rodney with that arm outstretched...he's ready to come in at any second, Dave!

DD: Oh my gosh, Ron! Ron...stop him...stop him...

VJ: Killa's almost there--DAMN IT! FIRESTORM!!!

DD: HAHAHAHA!

VJ: Firestorm running across the apron, he just nailed Rodney with a right hand! RODNEY DEMP IS DOWN...DAMN IT!

DD: I love it!

KT: Again, smart tag team wrestling by the Elements! I'm amazed!

VJ: That was cheating! Rodney down on the floor...no one there for Killa to tag...AND WATCH WATERMAN FROM BEHIND WITH THE DOUBLE AXEHANDLE! And look at Storm and Morely...they're loving every minute of this!

KT: I'm loving it too! Friends, this is sports-entertainment at its finest!

VJ: (sighs) Ron Waterman...look at him go to work on Killa with those right hands! hard right hands...OH! Raking his face across that top rope! It seems...it just seems as if Killa is unable to catch a break here, as Waterman with an Irish whip sends Killa to the far side...Killa ducks the clothesline coming off...he ducks the elbow...Killa off the other side once again--OH! BIG BOOT RIGHT TO THE CHEST OF KILLA SENDS HIM CRASHING HARD TO THE MAT!

DD: Yeah...right in front of the Mapleleafs!

VJ: And look at these two jackasses! Taunting Killa...

Morely: (to Killa) Awww...does it hurt?! Does it hurt! (turns to Lance to laugh, when suddenly...)

VJ: WHOA!!!!!! OH MY!!!

KT: WAIT A MINUTE! WAIT A DAMN MINUTE, JOHNSON!

VJ: HE TAGGED MORELY!!! KILLA TAGGED MORELY!

KT: Now wait a damn...he can't...he can't do that!

VJ: Yes he can the rules state that you can tag anyone from any team into the match! And look at that look on Morely's face! The fear in his eyes...Waterman...WATERMAN'S GOT HIM BY THE THROAT!!!!

KT: AWW BULL!!! ABSOLUTE...FINNEGAN! FINNEGAN, DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS...

VJ: OH MY!!!!!!! MORELY JUST LAUNCHED OVER THE TOP ROPE AND INTO THE RING!!!! MORELY JUST TAKEN FOR THE RIDE! Killa rolling out of the ring, and now folks, it looks as if it's Morely's turn to take some punishment!

KT: (nervous laughter) No, Vince! No! That's completely preposterous...for you see--HIT HIM SEAN! HIT HIM!

VJ: Morely back to his feet--HE GETS MOWED RIGHT DOWN WITH A HARD CLOTHESLINE FOR WATERMAN! Morely up once again...DOWN HE GOES ONCE MORE! Morely...oh my! Sean Morely is absolutely getting his clocked cleaned, much to the delight of this capacity crowd! There's an Irish whip by Waterman...Morely into the ropes...ducks the clothesline coming off! Watch this now...OH! Hard right hand to the jaw of Waterman...HE'S SMILING! THE SON OF A BITCH IS SMILING!

KT: (crying) OOOOOH NO! NO!

VJ: BOOT TO THE MIDSECTION OF MORELY! WATERMAN'S GOT HIM SET UP...

KT: MY GOD, NO! LANCE...

VJ: WATERBOMB!!!!!! THERE'S THE WATERBOMB! COVER...1...2...

KT: LANCE--YES!!!!!! YES!

VJ: LANCE STORM BREAKS UP THE FALL!

KT: YES, LANCE! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, LANCE! MY GOD!

DD: Vince, I think Kevin's about to have a heart attack out here!

VJ: I don't blame him one bit...uh oh! Storm got caught...he was exiting the ring, and Waterman caught him by the hair! Lance Storm...Storm's in trouble...

DD: WATCH MORELY...

VJ: OH!!! CHOP BLOCK RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE KNEE OF WATERMAN! AND LOOK AT THE DOUBLE TEAM! BOTH MEN GOING TO WORK ON RON WATERMAN! C'MON REF!

KT: Yes, Veej! I told ya! I told ya that these two men are the pinnical...the paragon of tag team wrestling! They're unstoppable, damn it! Absolutely unbeatable!

VJ: Well right now, they're in control! As Morely now...Storm back out to the apron! Morely's got Waterman along to the ropes--OOOH! What a chop by Morely! And another one! There's an Irish whip by Morely...he follows him into the rope WITH A KNEE RIGHT TO THE GUT! There's another Irish whip by Morely...ONCE AGAIN FOLLOWS HIM IN WITH THE KNEE!

DD: This is patented Sean Morely, Vince!

VJ: Yes! And Morely...bringing the big man right out to the center of the ring...AND DRIVING HIM TO THE MAT WITH A SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!

KT: (clapping) Oh boy! Oh boy, Veej! Can you believe the skill?! The heart! The determination! The Championship spirit within Storm and Sean Morely?! Can you believe it?!

VJ: They are in control right here right now, as Morely...over to the Elites' corner, having some words with Rodney!

DD: Yeah! Tell that idiot what for, Morely...OH!

VJ: HE JUST SPIT RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF RODNEY DEMP! WHAT KINDA DISGUSTING...WHAT A LOW DOWN, NO GOOD...

KT: Look out, Sean! Behind you! Behind--

VJ: OH!!! Drop toehold by Morely, caught Waterman coming in, and he just crashed headfirst into the buckle...and wait a minute! Rodney...Rodney just tagged himself in here!

DD: huh?!

VJ: Rodney Demp just tagged Waterman on the shoulder, and he's into the ring! Rodney going face to face with Sean Morely...

DD: And he's pissed off about that spit, Johnson!

VJ: That he is--OH! Hard right hand to Morely! And another one! Morely fires right back with a knee to the midsection and a rake to the face of Demp! Morely now...those clubbing blows right to the head of Rodney Demp! Handful of hair now...Morely with Rodney sends him headfirst into the top turnbuckle! And there's the tag in to Lance Storm! And what are we getting set to see here?!

KT: I'll tell ya what we're getting ready to see: World Class tag team wrestling...and the finest at that, Johnson!

VJ: That remains to be seen! Watch Morely here! Irish whip sends Rodney coming off...there's the drop down...OOOH! HARD KICK TO THE RIBS BY RODNEY DEMP!!! Rodney had it scouted, and watch Storm...he misses with a clothesline...Rodney with the go-behind...INVERTED DDT! He could have him here! COVER...1...2...OH!!!! It's broken up by Morely!!!!

KT: Such great teamwork! Great teamwork...

DD: And here's some more!

VJ: Oh wait...TEAMWORK MY ASS! The Champions...they're doubleteaming Rodney in there! C'mon ref! Get one of em...

KT: Can you do nothing but complain?!

VJ: They're cheating!

KT: They're wrestling! Hasn't my world class broadcast journalism tonight taught you anything?! Check your emotion at the door, Johnson! Be unbiased! Be like Kevin Yancy...HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

VJ: KILLA!!! KILLA HIT THE RING WITH A SPEAR, AND HE IS ALL OVER LANCE STORM!!! MY GOD!

KT: (Having a total fit) HE'S NOT LEGAL, DAMN IT!!! HE IS NOT LEGAL, REFEREE! GET HIM OUTTA THERE! GET THAT SON OF A BITCH...AHHHH!

VJ: Killa in there to even up the odds...referee Finnegan trying to get Killa outta there--WHOA! DOWN HE GOES!

KT: DQ, DAMN IT! DQ!

VJ: The ref went down! Killa...right hand to Waterman! There's one for Firestorm...AND OH BOY!!!

DD: IT'S BREAKING LOOSE AGAIN, JOHNSON!

VJ: THE ELEMENTS INTO THE RING, AND WE'VE GOT ANOTHER PIER-SIXER ON OUR HANDS!!!!! FIRESTORM!!! HE AND WATERMAN HAMMERING AWAY UPON AN ALREADY BATTERED KILLA..

KT: Beat his ass...beat his fucking ass!

VJ: OH REALLY, KEVIN! WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING UNBIASED?!

KT: UNBIASED?! UNBIASED?! FOR THIS FARCE OF A MATCH! THIS BLATANT DISPLAY OF CHEATING! OH!

DD: IT'S OUTTA CONTROL!

VJ: Damn right it is! The Elements all over Killa...and now it looks as if Storm and Morely...they're trying to gang up on Rodney!

DD: yes! yes! Do that, gang! Put those piece of sh...put them outta their misery!

VJ: Morely holding Rodney's arms...watch Storm! Lance Storm measuring Rod--OH!

DD: NO!

VJ: STORM CAUGHT MORELY! STORM CAUGHT MORELY! RIGHT HAND BY RODNEY SENDS STORM TO THE CANVAS!

DD: My God, Lance! How could you!

VJ: Kevin Taylor's blowing a gasket over here as Rodney...Rodney charging at the Elements...BIIIIIIG DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE...ALL 3 MEN GO UP AND OTHER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR! AND WILL YOU LISTEN TO THIS CROWD, DAVE?! LISTEN TO THEM KEVIN TAYLOR!

KT: Nuts to this idiotic crowd! They're so high they probably don't know if they're coming or going! Damn it Lance!

VJ: Storm back to his feet, checking on his partner...but watch Killa! Hard right hand catches him on the side of the head...Storm retaliates! Killa! Storm! Killa! Storm! We've got a slugfest on our hands...OH! Storm stops that with a hard knee to the gut!

KT: (breathing heavily) Yes! Yes Lance! Yes!

VJ: Storm backing Killa into the ropes...there's an Irish whip...STORM...HE WAS GOING FOR THE STRAIGHT SHOOTER, BUT KILLA CAUGHT HIM COMING OFF! KILLA...

DD: Look out LAAAAAAAAAANCE...

VJ: OH!!! SLINGSHOT UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE GOES STORM!!!!!!!! Storm damn near sent into orbit, but watch Morely from beind...HARD FOREARM TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD SENDS KILLA STUMBLING INTO THE ROPES!!! Morely from behind with waistlock...GERMAN SUPLEX TO KILLA! GERMAN SUPLEX...THE REF...

KT: GET UP, YOU IDIOT! GET UP!

VJ: The ref is preoccupied with the activities on the outside...NOW HE SEES IT! THERE'S THE COUNT...2.......NNNNNNO!!!!!!!!!! JUST A 2!!!!!!! JUST A 2!!!!!!

KT: (bangs the desk) AAAAH!!! What is this?! What the...this is a conspiracy! Nothing but a conspiracy!

VJ: Morely with Killa by the hair now...OH! Hard forearm to the back of the head! Morely brings him back to his feet now...HARD KNIFE EDGE CHOP HAS THE BIG MAN REELING! Watch Morely here...Irish whip...

DD: Hey Lance...LOOK OUT--

VJ: OH!!!!!!!! Lance Storm...was climbing back onto the apron...he just collided with Morely...and watch Killa from behind...SCHOOLBOY ON MORELY! KILLA...1...2...3!!!!!!!!!! HE GOT HIM!!!!!!! HE GOT HIM!

DD: NO!

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the team of Lance Storm and Sean Morely HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!

VJ: Well, Kevin...

KT: THIS IS BULLSHIT! COMPLETE AND UTTER BULLSHIT! NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I SEEN...(THROWS HEADSET DOWN AND STORMS OFF)

VJ: Well...

DD: Don't even try it, Vince! You and I both know that that was nothing but a...

VJ: Please don't say...

DD: FLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE!!!!!!!!!!

VJ: (sighs) Fans, Kevin Taylor has just left in disgust! The Tag Team Champions have been defeated, and Dave, you know what that means! That means one of these two teams, The Elements or the Elites, will walk out of here 2 Time Champions!

DD: (scoffs) Vince Johnson, Master of the Obvious. Well I guarantee you that the Elites won't make it outta here with the gold...SEE!

VJ: Oh! Firestorm right in there, and he's all over Killa! Going right to work on that already injured back, pounding him with forearm shots...

DD: C'mon Firestorm! Don't let him breathe!

VJ: Firestorm with a handful of hair...OH! Elbow right to the back of the head knocks him to his knees! And another one! Firestorm now...wait a minute! What's he...Firestorm mounting Killa...

DD: Camel Clutch coming up...

VJ: YES!!! Firestorm trying to get it locked in...and he's got it!!! Perfectly applied camel clutch...

DD: This is it, Johnson, it's gotta be! There's no way he'll be able to survive this! Not with that back!

VJ: Firestorm is REALLY wrenching back on that neck of Killa! The look of pain is etched on the face of the former 3-time tag champion...AND THERE YOU SEE RODNEY ENTERING THE RING! Rodney's seen enough...he can't...

DD: Get him outta there ref!

VJ: Rodney Demp...referee John Finnegan trying to get Rodney outta the ring...AND WATCH RON WATERMAN! RON WATERMAN BEHIND THE BACK OF THE OFFICIAL...PUTTING THE BOOTS TO THE FACE OF KILLA! C'MON!

DD: HAHA! Ya know, Vince, if brains were sunshine, these damn Elites would be a black hole.

VJ: Ok Henny. The official finally able to get Rodney out of the ring, but the damage has already been done...and I've gotta question why, Dave! Why?! Wasn't the damage of Firestorm enough?!

DD: There's never too much punishment for the Elites! And we're fixing to see that here! Look!

VJ: Firestorm bringing Killa back to his feet...oh! Killa's still out of it...AND LOOK AT THE SPEAR!!!!!!!! Spear by Firestorm driving the Atlanta-native back into the buckle! And look at him drive those shoulders...repeatedly...absolutely driving the life force outta Killa! And this crowd doesn't like it a bit!

DD: They don't like it, but they had better get used to it! We're gonna have NEW CHAMPIONS BABY! HAHA!

VJ: Quick tag into Waterman now! Watch Firestorm...OH! A little parting shot to Killa before exiting the ring, and now look at Waterman! Once again with Killa...snap mare out of the corner! And what's this now...OH! Driving that knee into the small of the back of Killa...and again! We saw this a little earlier on...and Waterman...now locking on a modified surfboard! That knee driven into the back...Waterman wrenching back on the arms! Folks...I will give credit where credit is due! The Elements...they have a game plan! They came in here with a plan, and they are executing it near perfection!

DD: Yeah, Francine has these guys trained so well! Vince, I really think they're gonna walk outta there with those belts!

VJ: This crowd now making a lotta noise! Once again trying to will Killa outta this hold, but folks it may just be too much! That back just may be too injured...

DD: Yeah, Johnson...I mean...look at the strength...look at the size of Waterman! There'll be absolutely no way...

VJ: WAIT A MINUTE! THERE'S RODNEY! RODNEY RUNNING IN...BOOT TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD OF RON WATERMAN! AND THE HOLD IS BROKEN!

DD: C'mon ref! What the hell was that?!

VJ: Rodney...once again running in! This time saving his partner and...uh oh! Waterman is hot!

DD: You're gonna get it now, Rodney!

VJ: Waterman going after Rodney Demp! The ref trying to keep both men under control...

DD: Um...watch it, Ron! Watch Killa!

VJ: Huh? Waterman...Waterman with his back turned to Killa! And look at Killa! He's recuperating here...

DD: Ron! Oh my gosh, Ron...turn around...

VJ: Killa back to his feet--OH! Hard knee to the gut by Waterman sends him right back to his knees!

DD: HAHAHA! I told ya, Vince! It's over! There's nothing Killa can do here!

VJ: You may be right, as Rodney climbs back to the apron. Waterman with Killa backed into the ropes...OH! Hard forearm shot right to the bridge of the nose! And a second! Killa...it may just be a matter of time here, as Waterman...Irish whip...reversal by Killa...

DD: Huh?!

VJ: Waterman off the ropes...misses with a clothesline! Waterman...off the other SIIIIIDE

DD: NO!

VJ: KILLA!!!!! KILLA JUST TURNED HIM OVER INTO A POWERSLAM! AND THIS BUILDING HAS ERUPTED!

DD: But look at his back! He's holding the back! He hurt himself on that move, Vince!

VJ: Killa...yes! That back is hurting! Killa perhaps pulling that move outta desperation, but right now he's gotta make the tag! He's gotta tag in Rodney Demp! He's fresh! He's taken minimal punishment in this match...and right now he's crawling! Killa crawling over to Rodney, can he get it?! Can he get the tag...

DD: Stop him, Ron!

VJ: Killa...almost there...

DD: Stop him...WATCH FIRESTORM!

VJ: Firestorm once again running across the apron...OH! RODNEY BLOCKS THE RIGHT HAND--THERE'S ONE OF HIS OWN!!!! FIRESTORM IS DOWN! FIRESTORM IS DOWN...AND THERE'S THE TAG!!!!!

DD: No!

VJ: Yes! Rodney is the legal man! Rodney is the legal man...and look at him go! Right hands! Right hands! HARD right hands to the side of the head of Ron Waterman! There's an Irish whip...reversal by Waterman sends him into the ropes...oh! Firestorm from the outside catching that ankle...Waterman with a forearm from behind knocks Rodney into the ropes!

DD: HAHA! Yeah! You don't put your hands on Firestorm and get away with it...now look at this!

VJ: Oh wait a damn minute! C'mon ref! Firestorm...from the outside is choking Rodney Demp across that middle rope! Firestorm...stop this, ref!

DD: Stop your whining! We're about to have new champions, Vince!

VJ: Waterman off the ropes...Firestorm...trying to hold Rodney--OOOOOOOOH!

DD: What in the world...

VJ: Waterman caught his own partner! Waterman...

DD: How?!

VJ: Rodney pulled Firestorm's head across that middle rope, and Waterman came right down with a squisher to his partner! Waterman can't believe it, and watch Rodney here! Rodney Demp off the rope...

DD: Look out Ron...AHH!

VJ: Clothesline by Rodney has the big man reeling...Rodney off the rope once again...another clothesline to Waterman...

DD: But he won't go down, Vince! He won't go down!

VJ: This big monster refusing to go off his feet...refusing to go down! And watch Rodney, he's gonna try it one more time! Rodney Demp off the rope once again...Waterman...OH MY!

DD: HAHA!

VJ: Waterman scooping Rodney up like a baby! Scooping him up over his shoulder...and now what's this here?! What are we getting ready to see...

DD: Hey...watch that idiot Killa...

VJ: KILLA INTO THE RING--OH! He just clipped the back of the knee of Waterman, and this time he goes down! Ron Waterman is down...the referee...

DD: Oh! He cannot...

VJ: The ref just tossed aside once again...and watch the Elites! Rodney and Killa...Rodney and Killa! They're putting the boots to Ron Waterman! They are absolutely...

DD: This is no fair, Johnson! No fair...AHHH!

VJ: KILLA WITH ANOTHER HARD FOREARM JUST SENT FIRESTORM TUMBLING FROM THE APRON! And you can feel it, fans! You can feel it! The tide is firmly in the favor of the Elites...

DD: Damn it, ref! These idiots have gotta be disqualified!

VJ: Waterman back to his feet...Rodney...OH! Hard right hand catches him right on the jaw...Killa getting a piece of the action here!

DD: Blatant double teaming! Where's the crying now, Vince!

VJ: The Elites are just waylaying this huge monster of a man...the referee trying to get one of these men outta there...trying to get...OH! Waterman with a knee to the gut of Rodney...handful of hair sends him flying to the outside!

DD: yeah! Good riddance...OH! Damn it, ref!

VJ: Killa still hammering away with right hands! And a boot right to the midsection...Firestorm back into the ring--OH!

DD: DAMN IT, STORM!

VJ: Killa dodges the big boot, and Waterman catches it on the jaw! Waterman...he is out of it...BIG shoulderblock by Killa sends Firestorm to the outside once again!

DD: oh no! Oh no...I've got a bad feeling about this, Vince!

VJ: Firestorm on the outside...and look at Rodney! Rodney going right after Firestorm! Rodney...tearing into the Alaskin Pride...while in the ring...Killa's got Waterman! Waterman...still feeling the effects of that big boot...and Killa fires off another right hand...a second has the big man staggered! Irish whip sends Waterman into the buckle...Killa follows him in with a HARD clothesline!!!! Waterman...he's out of it...he's out on his feet...

DD: Firestorm...

VJ: Firestorm just sent crashing into the stairs on the outside...and watch Killa...Killa with Waterman in the ring...

DD: Oh my gosh, he can't...he can't...

VJ: HE...DID!!!!!!!!!!!! KILLA...KILLA JUST SLAMMED RON WATERMAN!

DD: But he hurt his back, Johnson! He hurt his back!

VJ: Yes...the effects of the Elements' onslaught from earlier on seems to be taking its toll on Killa...as Rodney Demp on the outside...

DD: Oh...Firestorm...

VJ: Firestorm is absolutely busted open! Rodney Demp is beating the hell outta Firestorm, as Killa now...Killa's bringing Waterman back to his feet...

DD: What's he doing, Vince? What's he doing?!

VJ: Oh...Killa's signalling for the end! He's ready to finish this thing, folks! He's got Waterman now...oh! Boot to the midsection doubles him over...and now he's got him set up!

DD: Don't tell me...

VJ: He's going for it! he's going for the Murder...

DD: Damn it Vince...he can't!

VJ: He got him up for the slam...can he get him up for the--YES HE CAN!!!!! HE'S GOT HIM!

DD: No!

VJ: KILLA WITH RON WATERMAN LIFTED HIGH OVER HIS HEAD...WE'RE GONNA HAVE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPS--oh no!

DD: HAHA...what...did...

VJ: Killa just dropped him! His back just gave out...

DD: HAHA! What an idiot, Johnson!

VJ: Killa down on the mat clutching that back...and watch Waterman! Waterman's got Killa...

DD: Can you believe this Vince...

VJ: WATERBOMB!!!!!!!! THERE'S THE WATERBOMB! THERE'S THE COVER...RODNEY...

DD: VINCE...

VJ: 1...2...3!!!!!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Ding Ding Ding!!!

Announcer: Here are your winners, and NEW UWA Tag Team Champions: THE ELEMENTS!!!!!!

DD: What about that, Vince! We've got NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! I love it!

VJ: The Elements, Firestorm and Ron Waterman...there you see Rodney Demp in the ring...he's in awe! He's in complete shock! There you saw the back giving out on Killa...and one Waterbomb later, the Elements are for the very first time the UWA Tag Team Champions, and look at them! The looks on their faces tell the story!

DD: Yeah! This is a surprise that I don't think Francine bargained for! This is great news!

VJ: The night already starting out well for the Enterprise...will their luck continue throughout the night? Fans...oh my goodness! Fans...I'm being told that backstage, Rosie Sanchez is standing by with none other than Rage. Rosie...

(The camera cuts back to the interview area, where we see Rosie Sanchez standing with Rage. The crowd cheers in the background as his image appears on the Tron)

RS: Yes, Vince. I'm back here with the One Man Riot, who later on tonight, will go 1 on 1 with none other than Enygma. Now Rage, tension has been building between the two of you for some time now. Upon his arrival in the UWA last fall, Engyma targeted you...claiming that he had some kind of secret to your demise. Things escalated at last month's Apocalypse Now! PPV, when Enygma cost you your match with Ice Cube. Now tonight, you finally get your chance to get your hands on him. How do you feel?

Rage: Well lemme tell ya, Rosie, you're absolutely right when you say that this thing's been building for quite some time. See...all the frustration. All the anger...it's been building up since you arrived, Enygma. Some nobody! Some bum off the street actually having the nerve to walk in here and try and punk me out! He runs his mouth about having the key to my demise...all he's proven that he has the key to pissing me the fuck off! (crowd pops) Enygma...run your talk all you want to! Send your idle threats...they don't scare me, pal, because come bell time, you know, I know and the whole damn world knows that the One Man Riot is gonna give you the beating of a lifetime! Mark my words, Enygma! For every threat that passes through your lips, I will break a bone in your miserable body! For every evil thought your twisted mind can conjure up about me, I guarantee that a drop of your blood will stain the canvas! See, Enygma, you've been running your mouth...making promises you can't keep! Well just to make things clear...we won't be seeing Rage's demise here tonight! Oh no...but we WILL see a full scale riot right here tonight in Pittsburgh, so you had better be prepared, because tonight...Total Annihilation, I'm gonna run right through you, I'm gonna give you the beating of your life...and when it's all said and done! When they're carrying your mangled corpse out of that ring in a bodybag...I hope you're paying attention Ice Cube! (crowd clamors) I hope your paying attention, buddy old pal! Because that's just a sample of the beating I've got in store for you! (crowd pops inside the arena)

RS: Whoa! Fans, there you have it! Strong words from Rage, and I gotta tell ya, gang! I wouldn't wanna be Enygma for the world right now! Vince...Dave...take it away!

("WE'RE BACK" plays in the background as the graphic for the Tina/Pandora match appears upon the screen)

VJ: Well fans, up next...for the first time ever, a Women's Title match will be contested under Death Match rules! It's Tina...the Superwoman of the UWA doing battle against the reigning champion Pandora! Fans...let's take a little trip back in time and show you the events that led up to this one!

(HIGHLIGHT VIDEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOO-AHHH...PT. 2~! "Bad Bitch" by Obie Trice plays in the background as we take you back to our last PPV offering, Apocalypse Now!, where, in an 8 woman elimination match, Tina pinned UWA Women's Champion Pandora cleanly in the middle of the ring. After pinning Pandora in the elimination tag at Apocalypse Now, Tina felt she'd earned the right to another title match against Pandy. Twice, Tina called out the Champion, only to receive no response. Finally, on the New Year's Eve edition of FNS, after teaming with Shyanne to defeat T-n-A in a hard fought tag match, Tina was preparing to leave the arena, when she was viciously assaulted from behind by the Women's Champ! Pandora beat Tina mercilessly...hammering her in the head and in the back with a metal baseball bat, sidelining the Superwoman with bruised ribs and a concussion. Later, Pandora agreed to face Tina for the title...but only if she agreed to meet her in a Death Match for the title at Total Annihilation. Two weeks went by before we got our answer. On the January 9th edition of High Voltage, a returning Tina hit the ring to save Shyanne from an attack from Pandora. Tina accepted the title match, but has she fully recovered from the injuries she suffered at the hands of Pandora on New Year's Eve??? The cameras cut back to ringside for the match)

UWA Woman's Title: Pandora (C) Vs Tina

***WHO'S THE BADDEST CHICK...UGH!!!***

(Suddenly, the arena lights drop as the "You Gets No Love Remix" hits the PA system. The Pittsburgh crowd ERUPTS as a dim red light emits from the entrance, highlighting the silhouette of a female figure. As the crowd claps in unison to the pulsating beat of the music, the light emitting from the entrance gets brighter...and brighter...and brighter...until *BOOOOOM*...a series of white sparks explode from the set, and the crowd goes crazy as Tina steps out from the locker room with white medical tape around her ribs and a look of determination on her face. She steps out towards the top of the aisle, glaring into the crowd as fans cheer and take pictures around the arena. She then looks down at the ground, breathing deep, intense breaths while moving to the beat of her music while running her hands through her hair. She slowly stands upright, and, on cue with the music, she tosses her hair back and thrusts her arms in the air as pyro sparks explode behind her and begin showing down from the rafters. She flashes a smile into the camera and starts down the entrance ramp to ringside.)

Announcer: The following contest is a DEATH MATCH, and is for the Universal Wrestling Association's WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! Introducing first, the CHALLENGER...from Philadelphia, PA...weighing in tonight at 165 pounds...TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINAAAA!!!!!!

(The crowd cheers in the background as Tina continues on the path down to ringside, turning left when she reaches the bottom of the ramp, and climbing up the ring stairs and into the ring, where she begins jogging in place and hitting off the ropes)

VJ: There she is, folks! The Baddest Chick! Tina Marie Laurer...and when all is said and done, will she be...for the second time, the UWA Women's Champion?

DD: I don't think so, Johnson! I mean...let's face facts: Tina couldn't beat Pandora when she was healthy! She couldn't beat her when she was 100%! She couldn't beat her in a REGULAR MATCH! But look at her now...she's less than 100%! She's got injured ribs, she's got a concussion, and to make matters worse, she has to face Pandora in a DEATH MATCH for the title! And as crazy as Pandora is...oh my gosh, Vince, there's no way Tina's walking outta here with that belt! No way!

VJ: Well Tina is here tonight...she is here for what could very well be her last opportunity to challenge for the title...at least for a long time. And now...and now we await the champion.

(The arena lights slowly return to normal, and the camera does a closeup on Tina, who's fixated on the entrance. Suddenly, "Pestilent Existence" by Against All Authority hits the PA system, and the arena lights drop once more. A deep pink hue covers the arena, white strobe lights highlight the entrance, and a thick roll of smoke rolls out from the locker room. The crowd boos wildly as Pandora appears through the smoke, clutching the Women's title belt to her left cheek. She's trembling terribly as she steps out towards the top of the aisle, glaring into the crowd with clinched teeth and a wild-eyed look on her face.)

Announcer: And her opponent...hailing from London, England...weighing in tonight at 145 pounds...the reigning UWA WOMEN'S CHAMPION...PAAAAAAANDOOOOOOORRRRRRAAAAAA!!!!!!

(The crowd boos at the mention of Pandora's name, and the champion does a couple of twirls as she continues down the aisle to ringside. When she gets there, she too turns left, preparing to climb the ring stairs, but she stops suddenly. She then walks over towards the ring apron, lifts it up, and begins looking underneath the ring)

VJ: What the hell is this?!

DD: Um...looks like Pandora's looking for some toys, Vince! You know how much Pandora likes toys!

VJ: Tina...she has not taken her eyes off of the champion! She is intense but...OH NO!

DD: HAHA! She may be about to get that intensity beaten outta her!

VJ: That's that baseball bat! Pandora...she just went under the ring and pulled that baseball bat! That's what injured Tina in the first place!

DD: And she's about to get injured again! Oh Tina...

VJ: No! Pandora...sliding into the ring with that bat...oh my goodness, look out....

Ding Ding Ding!!! **music dies down**

VJ: Oh my goodness...Tina able to get outta the way of that baseball bat...PANDY NOT ABLE TO DODGE THAT FOREARM FROM THE BADDEST CHICK! AND ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER! Tina opening up on the Champion, Dave!

DD: C'mon, Pandy!

VJ: There's an Irish whip by Tina...Pandora sent into the rope...coming off now...Pandy ducks the clothesline...Tina misses with the back elbow as she comes off the other side...Pandora...coming once again--OH MY!

DD: Geez!

VJ: BIG roundhouse kick catches her right on the money!

DD: She tried to take her head off, Vince!

VJ: Pandora caught right on the jaw with that big kick from Tina...she is out of it, folks...and now you see Tina! Tina's got that bat now!

DD: Oh no!

VJ: Oh yes! Pandora still trying to get her wits about her...Tina...stalking her with that baseball bat...

DD: Pandy...oh my gosh Pandy...

VJ: She's back to her feet here and watch Tina...Tina--HARD SHOT TO THE RIBS OF THE WOMEN'S CHAMPION!

DD: NOOO!

VJ: THERE'S A SHOT RIGHT TO THE SHOULDER BLADES THAT SENDS PANDORA TO HER KNEES! And watch Tina now...from behind...OH! She's choking Pandora with that bat!!! Tina...this crowd going absolutely bonkers, Dave!

DD: Tina's gone bonkers if you ask me! She cannot...referee, do something about this!

VJ: Jim Jonathan right there trying to get Tina to break it, but there's nothing he can do about it, folks! This is a death match! No DQ! The only way to win this match is by pinning your opponent and making her stay down for the count...and it looks like Tina...she's just about there!

DD: Pandy's going out, Vince!

VJ: Indeed she is! You can see those eyes beginning to roll up into the back of her head as Tina...perhaps the strongest woman in the organization...using all of that upper body strength to her advantage!

DD: Damn it, Pandy! Fight! Fight...you can't go out like this!

VJ: Wait a minute now! Tina with that bat, yanking Pandora back to her feet...

DD: What the hell--OOH!

VJ: WHITE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP USING THE BALL BAT!!!!!!!!!!! Pandora...

DD: She may have broken her neck, Vince!

VJ: Pandora is flat on her back, and will you listen to this crowd, Dave?! These fans are on their feet as Tina...Tina's got that look in her eyes...what's she gonna--oh my! She's gonna go up!

DD: Tell these idiots to pipe down, Johnson!

VJ: Tina out to the apron and she's getting ready to go up top! Pandora has not moved since receiving that leg sweep, and the Superwoman is getting ready to fly!

DD: Oh my gosh, Vince! She can't...she can't...

VJ: Tina's up on top...

DD: Move, Pandy! Move! MOOOO...

VJ: FLYING ELBOW DROP CONNECTS!!!!!!!!!! RIGHT INTO THE HEART OF THE WOMEN'S CHAMPION, AND THIS CROWD...MY GOD IT IS DEAFENING IN THE MELLON ARENA!

DD: No! No! (whimpers) No-ho-ho!

VJ: Pandora is down on the mat...she has been dominated thus far, and now Tina...Tina's calling for the end! She's gonna finish it, Dave!

DD: No way, Vince! There's absolutely...it can't end like this!

VJ: We could be witnessing the final moments of Pandora's 4 month reign as Champion! Tina's got her by the hair...dragging the Women's Champ back to her feet! And you know what we're gonna see here!

DD: She's not out of it yet! C'mon, Pandy! C'mon...

VJ: Tina's got her hooked...

DD: For the love of God...NOOOO!

VJ: D...D...TINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THIS BUILDING HAS ERUPTED!!!!!!!! Tina's got the cover...the leg is hooked...

Crowd: 1...2...3!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!!

VJ: SHE GOT HER!!!!!! TINA GOT HER! FOR THE SECOND TIME IN LESS THAN A MONTH, TINA HAS PINNED THE WOMEN'S CHAMPION, AND THIS CROWD IS ABSOLUTELY LOVING IT!

DD: Is it over, Vince?!

VJ: No, it's not over, because now the referee must put down a 10-count! If Pandora is unable to recover, then this match is over! Tina is the brand new Women's Champion!

DD: Oh my gosh, Pandora, GET UP!!!

VJ: The official is now preparing to put down the count...there's 1.........there's 2.........he's up to 3...

DD: Damn it, Johnson! Tell him to count a little slower!

VJ: Pandora is absolutely out of it, and the referee's up to 4!!!! There's 5 now!

DD: Damn it, get up, Pandy! I've got money on this!

VJ: Ref...there's 6, and now Pandora! The Champion starting to stir!

DD: Yes, yes! Get up, Pandy! Get up!

VJ: He's up to 7....there's 8.........9.....

DD: Oh...SHE'S UP, VINCE! SHE'S UP!

VJ: Yes she is...Pandora back to her feet---OOOH! AND TINA JUST MOWS HER DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE!

DD: HAHA! It's gonna take more than that to take the Women's Title away from her, Vince!

VJ: Well if anyone can do it, Tina can, as she...my god, look at her! Tina is all over Pandora here...putting the boots to the Women's champion!

DD: She's beating her like she owes her money!

VJ: Heh! Tina now bringing her back to her feet...OH! Hard forearm shot...and a knife edge chop sends Pandora into the buckle! Tina now...what's this...oh! Irish whip sends Pandora to the buckle--OH! She hit off hard--AND TINA FOLLOWS HER IN WITH ANOTHER VICIOUS CLOTHESLINE! Her head...my god, did you see her head snap back, Dave?!

DD: We almost turned this PPV from Total Annihilation into Total DECAPITATION!

VJ: Tell me about it, as Tina...Irish whipping her HARD into the opposite turnbuckle...and now what's this?! Tina signalling to the crowd...

DD: Uh oh! I know what we're gonna see here!

VJ: Shades of her sister Joanie Laurer...RUNNING HANDSPRING ELBOW CONNECTS!!! Right on the money...and look at the Women's Champion, Dave! She is out on her feet!

DD: I'm starting to wonder if Pandy made a mistake in requesting this match!

VJ: I'm thinking that the answer is a big yes, as Tina...OHHHH SHE'S GOT HER UP!!!

DD: Oh no!

VJ: Look at the strength of this amazon!!! Tina with Pandora high above her head...carrying her around like a little baby...what's she gonna do with her?!

DD: I...I...no she's not!!! No she is not!

VJ: Tina with Pandy over by the ropes...no! C'mon, Tina, don't!

DD: She'll end her career!

VJ: Tina with Pandora...oh my goodness...don't do that--OOOOOOOOOH!!!

(The crowd pops LOUDLY, and chants of "Tina, Tina" echo throughout the arena. Tina raises her arms into the air nods her head approvingly as the chants somehow manage to get louder)

VJ: Tina...she just military pressed Pandora from the ring...over the top rope and onto that concrete floor!

DD: She damn near launched her halfway up the aisle, Vince!

VJ: Indeed she did! Pandora missing those thin mats, and she got nothing but concrete! Pandora hit hard, folks!

DD: oh my God, I think she's bleeding!

VJ: You know...I think you're right, Dave! Pandora...she may have hit her head on that floor, as Tina has that bat now...oh no! Tina to the outside with that bat! She's going after Pandora and look at the Champion now!!! With every ounce of strength in her...Pandora crawling back towards the locker room!

DD: Yeah, Vince! I think that's the first sane thing she's done all year!

VJ: Watch Tina...

DD: OH!

VJ: HARD SHOT WITH THAT BASEBALL BAT RIGHT DOWN ACROSS THE BACK OF PANDORA!!! AND THERE'S ONE TO THE RIBS!!! AND ANOTHER!

DD: Wait a minute now, Johnson! Tina is blatantly trying to injure this woman!

VJ: So what?! You didn't care when Pandora did it to her! Pandora...the little witch tried to put Tina out of the UWA, and now Tina's making her pay for it, as she drives that boot of hers right into the throat of Pandora! Tina trying to choke the life outta Pandora on the floor!

DD: Vince...you know I like Pandora, but damn it, after the beating she's taken here tonight, I wouldn't blame her if she just forfeiting the title! Anything's better than this!

VJ: Tell me about it! Tina...thus far showing absolutely no signs of the injury other than that medical tape she's wearing around her waist! She's thus far been on her game...the injuries has had no effect on her whatsoever, as she drags Pandora back to her feet...Pandora's practically dead weight, Dave! Tina...pulling her up to her feet and setting the champion up against the guardrail...what's Tina gonna do right here--OOOOH MY GOODNESS WHAT A CHOP! Tina...you could hear that shot all the way in China...AND AGAIN! A HARD chop right to the chest has Pandora reeling!

DD: She almost chopped her top off, Vince!

VJ: Tina with Pandora here...Irish whip sends her in--OH! Pandora's back exploding off of the guardrail...AND THERE'S ANOTHER BIG KICK THAT CATCHES HER RIGHT ON THE JAW!!!!!!

DD: Vince...Pandora has had no offense in this match! Can you believe that?!

VJ: Hell no I can't believe it! Pandora...the hellcat that she is! She's unpredictable...some would argue she's downright certifiable! Thus far in this match, she has been tamed by the Superwoman, as Tina heads back to ringside for something! Tina...looking under the ring!

DD: Hasn't she done enough?! What is...what is that?!

VJ: Oh!!! She's got a table! Tina's got a table!

DD: No, no, no! Not WOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

VJ: Tina pulling a table out from underneath the ring, and Dave, I would suggest that we're getting ready to see the beginning of the end for Pandora's title reign!

DD: Oh my God...Pandora...WHAT IS SHE DOING?!

VJ: Pandora actually clutching the ankle of the ref in the aisle! She is bloodied...she is battered and she is bruised, as Tina heads back out there to finish her off! That table's propped up against the ring apron, as Tina with Pandora...

DD: HAHA! She won't let go!

VJ: Pandora...holding on for dear life as Tina pulls at her hair...Pandora...perhaps outta desperation!

DD: Desperation is right, Vince! After...OH! DID YOU SEE THAT?!

VJ: Tina lifting Pandora by the waist, causing the ref to get tripped up and taken down...and Pandora...look at her, Dave! She's still clutching at the ref!

DD: She does not want any more of that pun--WHOOOO!!!!!!! WHOO HOO, VINCE!!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!

VJ: Tina...she was trying to pull Pandora off...she tried to yank Pandora off of the official, but instead just yanked the top right off of the Women's Champion!

DD: My God, Vince! LOOK AT THAT RACK!!!! LOOK AT IT!!!!!!

VJ: I see it! Pandora being torn all to hell by the challenger here as Tina now...grabs her by the hair...she yanks Pandora back to her feet now--OH! There's a short jab by Pandora...right to those injured ribs of Tina...and another one...Tina RESPONDS with a knee right to the side of the blood-soaked head of the Champion...and another! *CRACK* DEAR GOD, ANOTHER!

DD: Geez, Vince! This...this is brutal!

VJ: Absolutely! Without a doubt the most physical Women's match we've had in UWA history as Tina with Pandora now! She scoops her up over her shoulder...what's she getting set for her?!

DD: What's she...powerslam?

VJ: Oh...Tina's eyeing that table! That table she's got propped up against the apron! What's she thinking?!

DD: I dunno...but I no it doesn't bode well for Pandora! Watch it, Pandy!

VJ: Whoa...Tina charging at that table...Pandora up on that shou--OH WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!!!

DD: DAMN!!!!!!

VJ: Oh my goodness! Pandora...Pandora able to slip off of Tina's shoulder and send her crashing headfirst right into that table!

DD: Did you hear her head smack off that wood?!

VJ: Tina...that won't do her concussion any good, as Pandora...oh no! She's got that bat!

DD: HAHA! Baseball season is back again, Vinnie!

VJ: Oh c'mon! Pandora with the bat...Tina trying to get back to her feet! This is what started it all...

DD: Oh Tina...

VJ: Tina...look out, damn it! Look out--OH!!!!!!!!!!! Right to the ribs of Tina...AND OTHER SHOT RIGHT TO THE HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!

DD: HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME RUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!! HAHAHAHA! IT'S OVER!!!!!

VJ: You could very well be right! Tina...she got absolutely waylayed with that baseball bat, and now watch Pandora! She's got the cover...

DD: Here we go Vince...

VJ: Jonathan with the count! There's 1....there's 2...NO!!! THERE'S 3!!!!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!! **Crowd boos**

DD: HAHA! How about that, Vince?! Do you believe in miracles?!?!?!

VJ: Aww kiss my ass! Pandora once again using that baseball bat...she just laid out Tina...and damn it, I can't believe it! Tina is out!

DD: You know, Kevin Taylor's absolutely right about you! You're so biased! I mean...here we have Pandora...possibly the inspirational, feel good story of 2005! She's beaten to a pulp...damn near killed by this deranged...this...this psychotic ass Tina, only to come back from the brink of death and retain her Women's Championship! I love it, Vince! I love it!

VJ: Well she hasn't retained it yet, because first she's gotta keep Tina down for that 10 count, and right now the ref's up to 3!

DD: I don't think that'll be much of a problem, Vince! Did you see that last shot?! Barry Bonds couldn't have done it better!

VJ: No doubt about that...and Tina hasn't moved a muscle, as the ref is up to 4...HEY DAMN IT!! KEEP HER BACK, REF!

DD: What?!

VJ: Pandora...she advancing on Tina with that bat! The referee trying to keep her at bay!

DD: Forget about her and count, ref! Tina's done!

VJ: The official trying to make sure that Pandora doesn't attack Tina while she's down! You and I both know that Pandora would like nothing more than to end this woman's career, as right now...the ref's up to 5!

DD: (sighs) Count faster, ref! Count faster!

VJ: There's 6...and Tina's starting to move!

DD: Oh c'mon, Vince! No way she gets up from that!

VJ: Well she just might...Tina's up to her knees and there's 7!

DD: Hurry up, ref! Hurry uuuuuuup!

VJ: There's 8!!! Referee Jonathan...there's 9...

DD: It's over! It's gotta be! It's gotta...

VJ: TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....NO!!!!!!! SHE MADE IT BACK UP! TINA MADE IT UP! SHE'S STILL IN THIS THING!

DD: Bullshit! What a slow count by this official--GET HER PANDY!

VJ: OH NO! High knee to the back sends Tina crashing right into that table a second time! Pandora now with the bat...OH! Once again with a hard shot to the back of the Superwoman! And another...ONE MORE TIME! And this crowd doesn't like it one bit!

DD: Damn the crowd, Vince! Pandora had this thing won if not for this biased...incompetent official, and right now she's gonna make Tina pay for that!

VJ: Pandora has Tina by the hair now...Tina...still out of it up against that table as Pandora--OH!!!!!!!! Tina just slammed headfirst into the table!

DD: HAHA!

VJ: Pandora with Tina by the hair once again...AND AGAIN SHE SLAMS TINA'S HEAD INTO THE TABLE!!!!!!! PANDORA...ONE MORE TIME! MY GOD! PANDORA...SHE IS REPEATEDLY SLAMMING TINA'S HEAD HARD OFF OF THAT WOODEN TABLE! SHE'S TRYING TO KILL THIS WOMAN!

DD: I don't blame her! C'mon, Pandora! Yeah!

VJ: Hard shot to the ribs of Tina...and look at her crumble right to the floor! My goodness, folks! Things right now not going the way of The Superwoman, as Tina...

DD: HAHA! Look at the bitch crawl!

VJ: Tina...desperately trying to create some distance between she and Pandora...OH! Boot right to those injured ribs stops her right dead in her tracks!! Pandora with another kick...oh! Tina's coughing up blood!

DD: HAHA! Can you feel it now, Vinnie?!

VJ: Tina can damn sure feel it, unfortunately for her! Possibly bleeding internally as Pandora now with Tina by the hair...pulling the Superwoman back up to her knees...what's she gonna do here--OH! Pandora with that bat up against the throat...much like Tina did earlier on, and now she's choking Tina!!! Pandora returning the favor, and this crowd...my God, they don't like it a bit!

DD: And again I say screw these idiots! These jackoff fans don't know shit! See...this is a great move by Pandora here, whether she realizes it or not! Tina's already got injured ribs! Those breaths are already hard to come by, and now she's bleeding from the mouth! Now she's got that blood dripping down her throat! She's gotta worry about getting blood in those lungs! Pandora's doing a great, great thing by attacking Tina's air supply, and I love every moment of it! Look at that!

VJ: Boot to the back by Pandora! The ref was able to pull Pandora off of Tina, but she is right back on her...OH! That bat right down across the back of Tina...AND AGAIN! Tina being absolutely put through the wringer by what now appears to be a rejuvinated Women's Champion...and...oh my goodness, what's this...C'MON, NO!

DD: HAHA! Yes, Vince! Yes!

VJ: Pandora ripping that tape off of the ribs of Tina! That medical tape around the ribs...c'mon ref! This is going too far! This is...she's trying to kill this woman!

DD: And she may be just moments away from doing it, Vince! Watch this...

VJ: OH! Pandora with a hard clubbing blow to the small of the back of Tina! And another! Pandora with Tina by the hair once again...AND ONCE AGAIN SHE'S CHOKING TINA! THIS TIME WITH THAT MEDICAL TAPE WRAPPED AROUND THE THROAT! C'MON, REF! GET HER OFF OF HER!

DD: HAHA! Vince, there's nothing he can do! This is no DQ! This is no count out! This is a death match, and right here tonight, we may be witnessing the death of the Superwoman!

VJ: That certainly appears to be the case, unfortunately, as Pandora now drags Tina back to her feet...OH! Hard knee lift to the gut...Pandora now with an Irish whip--TINA'S BACK JUST EXPLODED OFF OF THE STEEL BARRICADE!!!!!!!!!!!

DD: Good God!

VJ: Did you see the velocity, Dave?! Tina...she is in a world of hurt here, as Pandora right on her with right hands and boots to the head!

DD: Targetting the injury!

VJ: That she is! (sigh) Oh my goodness this is brutal! Pandora with Tina by the hair how...she's got her hooked up for something!

DD: Looks like a suplex!

VJ: Yes! Suplex coming up...oh! Tina able to block it!

DD: Huh?!

VJ: Tina...blocking it once again! She's not outta this thing yet, Dave! As Tina with Pandora--SNAPS HER OVER WITH A SUPLEX ONTO THE FLOOR!!!!!!!!!

DD: Oooh! No!

VJ: Tina...she's still in this thing...

DD: No, Vince, she's still out of it! Look!

VJ: What...oh no! Tina...you can see her holding her head on the floor. Pandora is down, but Tina...it appears that she's still suffering from the effects of Pandora's onslaught!

DD: Or the effects of that concussion! See, Vince! I told ya this was a mistake!

VJ: Tina back to her feet...oh no! Just staggering back into those ring stairs, and yes, Dave! She's out of it! Tina is absolutely...my God!

DD: Yes! This is your time, Pandora, get back on her! Get back on her!

VJ: And it looks like...yes! Pandora's gonna do just that! The Champion back to her feet here...Tina still trying to get her wits about her! Pandora from behind...high knee to the back...

DD: Good God!

VJ: OH! Tina floating right over the timekeeper's table and...I think...I think she just hit her head off of that guardrail, Dave!

DD: I think you're right!

VJ: Pandora with Tina by the hair...dragging her back to her feet...

DD: And she's bleeding from the head now!

VJ: Yes she is! Tina...my goodness, she is absolutely getting it taken to her as Pandora--OOH GOD! WHIPPING TINA SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE STAIRS!!!!!!!! Tina hit hard...

DD: Oh! I think she's crying, Vince!

VJ: Oh she is not crying! I don't think Tina would allow herself to cry in such a situation! She's a tough, tough individual!

DD: Please, Johnson! She doesn't even know where she is! She made the biggest mistake of her like coming into this match against Pandora, and ya know what, Vince! I think it may cost her her career!

VJ: I hope that's not the case, as Pandora rolls Tina back into the ring here! And now where's she going?! Pandora back over to the timekeeper's table...

DD: Heh! She might grab that hammer and really go to work...

VJ: Oh I hope not! Pandora...oh! Shoving the timekeeper out of that chair, and now she's got the chair, Dave!

DD: Oooooh boy! Can you feel it, Vinnie?!

VJ: This crowd voicing their disapproval, as Pandora heads back into the ring with that steel chair! And there you see Tina...my God, Dave! Look at her! She's a bloodied mess! She's been beaten...she's got a concussion, bruised ribs, but she's still trying to hang on! She's still trying to pull herself back to her feet! What heart...what determination by this young woman!

DD: Well she's about to get that heart ripped right outta her! Watch Pandy...

VJ: Tina back to her feet...Tina...on rubber legs as Pandora with that chair--OH! Pandora...she misses with the chairshot...TINA WITH A DROPKICK JUST SENT THAT CHAIR RIGHT BACK INTO THE FACE OF PANDORA!!!!!!!

DD: What?!

VJ: Pandora is down!!! Pandora...Tina crawling into the cover! Can she get her here?! Can she...yes! The leg is hooked...1...2...

DD: KICK OUT!

VJ: Oh! Pandora barely...just barely able to get the shoulder up, Dave!

DD: Oh man, Vince! Can you believe this match?!

VJ: This crowd is on pins and needles as Tina...oh my goodness, she is a bloody mess as she has Pandora...Tina trying to pull the Women's Champ back to her feet...

DD: She can barely stand on her on right, Vince!

VJ: Indeed you're right about that, as Tina...OH! HARD CHOP TO THE CHEST SENDS PANDORA BACK INTO THE ROPES!!! FOREARM SHOT CATCHES HER ON THE ROPES!!! Irish whip by Tina sends Pandora into the ropes...Pandora coming off...oh! Tina ducked the head and got caught, as Pandora...

DD: Vince...

VJ: Pandora hooking her up...

DD: Oh my God, Vince! Vince...

VJ: Pandora's got her up...OH! What strength...AND SHE DRIVES HER DOWN TO THE MAT!!!! She calls that one the Double bitch headache, Dave!

DD: Yeah, a double bitch for the biggest bitch of em all! I love it!

VJ: But Pandora is down! Tina...she's down on the mat, but Pandora's...you can see that she's spent, as she's crawling...Pandora is crawling...oh no!

DD: Oh yeah, Vinnie!

VJ: She's got that chair again! Pandora's got the chair again, c'mon no!

DD: Yes! Can you imagine the headlines tomorrow morning? Tuesday Night, January 11th...Tina Marie Laurer's career comes to an end...all at the hands of STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!!!!! HAHA!

VJ: Tina is down...Pandora standing over her with that chair...c'mon ref! No...don't allow her to...NO!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!

DD: SHE CRUSHED HER SKULL!

VJ: PANDORA WITH THE DAMNDEST CHAIRSHOT I'VE EVER SEEN! AND THAT WILL DO IT! IT'S GOTTA BE OVER! Pandora with the cover...she hooks the leg...2...YES!

Ding Ding Ding!!!

DD: How about that, Vince?! Where's the heart?! Where's the determination now?!

VJ: Oh...it's still there! But unfortunately for Tina...Pandora just too much! Tina just too injured...as there you see Pandora go down!

DD: Yeah! Talk about the heart of Tina! What about Pandy's heart?! She took a whole lot in this fight too!

VJ: Yes she did! I'll take nothing away from her! She is a tough young woman...as the referee...my God, look at Tina.

DD: HAHA! Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!

VJ: Beautiful??!?!? What kind of a sick son of a bitch are you?! A woman gets beaten down...bloodied in the middle of the ring, and you think it's beautiful!

DD: Damn right, because that image right there...that image is a symbol of dominance! It's a symbol of excellence! It's the symbol of a true champion in Pandora, as she is just seconds away from retaining her title, thus solidifying herself as...well...the greatest Women's Champion EVER!

VJ: I dunno about the greatest, but she's damn sure one of the toughest...as Tina...oh my God! She's moving!

DD: Huh?

VJ: The referee's up to 5...and Tina's moving! My God, can you believe this?! After all the punishment she's taken?! After all...SHE'S GETTING UP!

DD: No! NO WAY!

VJ: Yes! This crowd is on its feet! They are rallying behind Tina! Perhaps its not too late! Perhaps...perhaps Tina can still make a run...perhaps--GOOD GOD, SHE HIT HER AGAIN!!!!!!!!

DD: HAHA!

VJ: Pandora just nailed Tina in the head with another shot! Tina...she went face down into the canvas, and by god, THAT IS ALL!

DD: You're right, Vince! There's no way she gets up from this!

VJ: Pandora trying to roll Tina over...Tina the larger of the two...she's dead weight, Dave!

DD: C'mon, Pandy! You can do it! Put your back into it!

VJ: Tina is out like a light! Pandora trying to lift her up so that she can pin her...oh! And there you see Pandora going down again, Dave! She is spent!

DD: What a grueling match, Vince! I wasn't expecting anything like this! This is crazy!

VJ: This match certainly exceeding our expectations...as Tina...my God don't tell me!

DD: What?!

VJ: Tina's getting up yet again! Tina...in a pool of blood! Tina's actually gonna try...

DD: Now c'mon, Vince! This bitch has gotta be on steroids or something!

VJ: Tina...one more time pulling herself back to her knees...

DD: And watch Pandy...

VJ: Pandy AGAIN--OH!!!!!!!!!! RUNNING KNEE RIGHT TO THE FACE OF TINA PUTS HER DOWN!!!! Tina flat on her back! And that could do it here! Cover by Pandora...1....2....3!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!! NO, MY GOD! TINA GOT HER FOOT ON THE ROPE!

DD: What?!

VJ: Tina...my goodness, what do you hafta do?!

DD: I dunno, Vince! Look at Pandora! She's gone nuts!

VJ; Pandora...ripping and clawing away at her hair! She may have lost it, Dave!

DD: Newsflash, Johnson! She never had it!

VJ: Pandora now mounting Tina...oh look at that! Rapid-fire right hands...piston-like rights to the forehead of the challenger...and look at this here! Pandora with Tina...repeatedly driving her head into the canvas! C'mon ref, get in there!

DD: What?! No DQ, remember!

VJ: Screw the stipulations! This is Tina's life we're talking about here! This is her lively hood...as Tina...trying to pull herself back to her feet...oh no! She goes down again! She can't even get her footing, Dave!

DD: Ya know...this might be...this might be a good time for somebody to throw...

VJ: OH! Pandora with that running knee drop to the back of the head of Tina! Pandora back to her feet...there's another knee drop to the head...and another...and another...and another!

DD: She's possessed, Vince!

VJ: But look at Tina! She still trying to get up!!! Tina...still trying to fight back--OH GOD WHAT A SHOT!!!

DD: Stay down, bitch! Stay down!

VJ: The ref might hafta stop this thing, as Pandora...she's headed out to the floor...with, I would suspect, evil intentions in mind!

DD: Please, Vince! After the courage this young woman has displayed tonight, she may very well be some sort of wrestling deity! Oh...look at that!

VJ: Oh no! Pandora sliding that table into the ring! Tina still down on the canvas...and ref...you may need to stop this thing before Tina gets hurt any further!

DD: Yeah! Stop it so that Pandora can retain the title!

VJ: Damn it, Dave! Is that all that matters to you?! Is that all you think about?! Are titles more important to you than the livelihood of a human being?!

DD: You're damn right, and it's that type of winning attitude that makes legends in our business!

VJ: Pandora with that table propped in the corner...Tina's shown a lotta heart thus far, but whatever this is...I can almost guarantee that Tina won't be getting up! Not after all she's been through!

DD: Damn right, Vince! Say bye bye, Tina!!!

VJ: Pandora bringing Tina back to her feet...there's an Irish whip--oh! Tina falling right to the canvas! She can't even stand, Dave!

DD: Just ring the bell! She's done!

VJ: Pandora...once again with Tina by the hair! Tina...she's just dead weight, and the champion is exerting a lotta energy to bring her back to her feet. Pandy...she's got her up...

DD: HEY!

VJ: TINA MISSES THE WILD RIGHT HAND AND GOES STUMBLING INTO THE ROPES! Tina will not quit, but Pandora catches her right to those injured ribs with yet another boot to the midsection!

DD: You can see Pandy's getting frustrated here! That bitch is like a cockroach that just won't die!

VJ: This may get her here! Pandora...once again with the Irish whip...reversal by Tina--OH!!! THE KNEE!!!!!!! TINA WITH THE KNEE TO THE GUT OF PANDORA! OUTTA NOWHERE! OUTTA NOWHERE! SHE'S GOT PANDORA...

DD: Hey wait a minute...NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

VJ: DA' CHERRY...BOOOOOOOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!! THROUGH THE TABLE!!! MY GOD, PANDORA HAS JUST BEEN DESTROYED!!!!!!!!!

DD: oh no! Pandy!

VJ: Pandora just put through the table! Her neck was just folded up like an accordion! She is down...but Tina's down as well! Tina's down as well!

DD: my goodness, Vince! Have you ever seen two women go at it like this?!

VJ: Hell no! Never in all of my years have I seen two women battle with such ferocity!!! This is...my God this is just indescribable, as the referee checking on both women! Both are down...both could possibly be out!

DD: Poor Pandora could have a broken neck after that move, Vince!

VJ: That would be unfortunate, but there you see Tina! She may have given her very last bit of strength...her last ounce of energy with that last move! She pulled it outta nowhere...absolutely...

DD: Pandora's moving, Vince! She's moving...IT'S A MIRACLE!

VJ: Aww...my God, this is amazing! Pandora pulling herself out of the wreckage! And there you see Tina...she's trying to pull herself up as well!

DD: C'mon, Pandy! C'mon!

VJ: These two women still fighting! Still going!

DD: They're like that little Energizer Bunny, Vince! They just keep going and going...

VJ: Tina back to her feet...as is Pandora...both women are on rubber legs...

DD: C'mon, Pandy! Shake it off! Shake it off...

VJ: Pandora...absolutely out of it after that powerbombs...oh! She catches Tina on the jaw with a hard right hand...Tina responds with one of her own...Pandora...misses with the wild right...Tina with the go-behind...

DD: What the...AHHH!

VJ: BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX BY TINA!!!!!! PANDORA JUST DUMPED ON THE TOP OF HER HEAD! REFEREE WITH THE COUNT...

DD: HEY! BOTH SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!!!!!!!

VJ: 3!!!!!!! JONATHAN JUST COUNTED TO 3!

Ding Ding Ding!!!!!!!!!

DD: What...who...

VJ: Both Tina's and Pandora's shoulders were down there!

DD: What...who won?!

VJ: I'm not sure! Both women are still down! Referee Jonathan now...

DD: Who won, you idiot! Who won?!

VJ: The official now...conferring with the ring announcer!

DD: My God Vince...I cannot believe this crap! Look at poor Pandora.

VJ: Both women battered! Bloodied! Torn all to hell! This has been an unholy war to say the least, as the official now...what's the decision here gonna be?!

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed by the referee, that both Tina's and Pandora's shoulders were on the mat for the count of 3! Therefore, this fall has ended in a double pin!

DD: So...what happens here? This isn't gonna end in a draw, is it?!

Anouncer: As a result, the referee will administer the mandatory 10 count to both women. If both women are able to answer the count, then the match will continue. If a wrestler is unable to answer the count...then her opponent will be declared the winner, and undisputed UWA Women's Champion! If neither wrestler is able to answer the count, then this match will end in a draw!

DD: Well I certainly don't want that to happen! We all know what draws are like, Vince!

VJ: Hey! Keep my sister outta this, ok?!

DD: Only if you can keep outta your sister, you sick ass freak!

VJ: Oh stop it! Both Tina and Pandora are down...the official will put the count down, and folks...and you heard it, folks! This could be the moment of truth right here! These 10 seconds could decide who will walk out of this thing the winner...the ref counts 1!

DD: Oh my gosh, Pandy! Get up!

VJ: Both women are moving...but just barely! Just barely, as the referee counts 2!

DD: Oh...quick, Vince! Boil some water!

VJ: Boil some...she's not having a baby, Dave! What's wrong with you?!

DD: Well she might lose her baby if she can't get up!

VJ: The ref's up to 4, and there you see Pandora now...she's rolling away from Tina! Pandora...she's now crawling towards the ropes!

DD: Yes, Vince! C'mon, Pandy, just get back to your feet, and you retain your title! C'mon! Just a few...

VJ: Tina moving as well! The ref is on 6, and now you see Tina climbing to a kneeling position!

DD: Damn it, Pandy! Faster! Faster--OH SHE FELL!

VJ: There's 7!!! Tina...Tina up on her knees...

DD: Pandy...

VJ: We're on 8 and Tina...TINA'S BACK U--NO SHE'S NOT! SHE JUST WENT DOWN AGAIN!

DD: C'mon, Pandora! C'mon!

VJ: There's 9! Pandora at 9 is trying...she's...she's...

DD: Hey wait...

VJ: TINA!!!!! TINA'S SCRAMBLING BACK TO HER FEET...PANDORA...PANDORA GOES DOWN!!!!!!! AND THERE'S 10!!!!!!!!!! THERE REFEREE COUNTED 10!!!!!! WE'VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!! **Cue "You Gets No Love (Remix)"

Announcer: Here is your winner...and NEW UWA WOMEN'S CHAMPION...TIIIIIIIIIINNNAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

VJ: SHE HAS DONE IT!!!!!!!! MY GOD TINA!!!!!!!!!!

DD: I can't believe it, Johnson! How?!

VJ: Through blood! Through a helluva lotta blood! Through sweat...through bruised ribs...through concussions! Tina has prevailed! Tina is for the second time the UWA Women's Champion, and listen to this crowd show its appreciation for the Superwoman, and after this battle tonight, damn it, she proved to be just that Dave! Even you've gotta admit it!

DD: The only thing I'll admit is that this was the biggest farce of a match I've ever seen! I mean...c'mon, Pandora had this thing, Vince! She had her!

VJ: But she didn't get her, Dave!! I'll give her her credit, both women walked through hell and back in this match here tonight, but Tina has walked out victorious, and take a look at this here, Dave! What the hell...

DD: Yes! There you see it! The presenting of the title...WHOA!

(Pyro explosions start going off in the rafters as the referee raises Tina's left arm into the air. The crowd cheers wildly in the background as Tina clutches the Women's belt to her chest, then stumbles back into a nearby corner. Suddenly, Shyanne, Alexis Laree and Amy Dumas rush out from the locker room and hit the ring. EMTs are attempting to revive Pandora on the opposite side of the ring as Shyanne walks over to Tina and offers her right hand to Tina. After wiping the blood out of her eyes, Tina reaches out and takes the hand, and as soon as Shy pulls her back to her feet, Alexis and Amy rush to her side to support her. Shyanne again raises Tina's arms into the air as the crowd cheers wildly in the background)

VJ: And there you see...this show of solidarity from the Women's roster. Shyanne...Alexis Laree...Amy Dumas! All these women out here, and they are here to pay their respects to the new Women's Champion, and admit it, Dave! That was quite a display of heart on the part of Tina...

DD: Ok, I'll give her some credit. She's tough, and she definitely stayed in there when I thought she shoulda been counted out! But ya know something, Johnson...as great as this match was, I'd just like to see her duplicate this feat by beating Pandora a second time! I don't think she can!

VJ: That remains to be seen, as Tina is helped from the ring by Shyanne and company...backstage, folks, I'm being told we have the Commissioner, Joanie Laurer! Rosie, are you there?

(The scene cuts back to the interview area, where we see Joanie standing alongside Rosie Sanchez. She's wearing a red blazer with matching slacks, a black blouse and black heels, with her black hair pulled back into a ponytail.)

RS: Yes, Vince, I'm back here with the Commish, and Joanie...I would suspect that after that incredible display we just saw by your sister, Tina, you've gotta be proud.

Joanie: (smiles) Well...yeah. Ya know, Tina and I haven't always gotten along. We've had more than our share of differences in the past, but she's my sister, I love her and I'm so proud of her here tonight. The brand new Women's Champ...that was just...just...WOW!

RS: Amazing, indeed. But Joanie, one match I know that you've definitely got your eye on is that big tag match scheduled for later on which pits T Money and Steve Corino up against Maim and Mangle of Mass Destruction. Now...for months, we've been hearing Corino complain about a conspiracy by the front office against him. He claims that you specifically have been out to get him since his arrival, and as of late he's been claiming that you've sent Mass Destruction after he and T Money. He claims that they're working for you. Now...I'd just like to know what your response is to Corino's allegations.

Joanie: Rosie, you know me, and you know that my only goal here in the UWA is to make sure that things go down fairly. To make sure that there's law and order around here. Corino can believe whatever he wants to believe, but...

Steve Corino: (off camera) Law and Order?!?!?! Law and Order!

(Joanie rolls her eyes as Steve Corino enters the picture and goes face to face with her. The crowd boos in the background as his image appears on screen)

Corino: Law and order! Joanie, that's a load of garbage and you know it! The only law...

Joanie: Steve...

Corino: Joanie, for months now, it's been as plain as day that you don't try and maintain law and order! No! The only laws you try to maintain are those of your little pecking order here in the UWA! That glass ceiling!

Joanie: Oh please!

Corino: You can't deny it, Joanie, because it's true! For months, you've kept down good, hard working wrestlers like myself! Like T Money! You've screwed us over time and time again, all so that you can appease your precious friends like Panther! People like Lightning! Rage! People who will kiss your ass and do what you say! And when someone like myself has the balls to actually stand up to you...when someone has the guts to actually call you out on your blatant hypocrisy, what do you do?! You try to silence us! You send a couple of barbarians...a couple of reckless hooligans after us to try and put T Money and I out of wrestling, all so that you can maintain your corrupt regime! Joanie, admit it!

Joanie: (rolls eyes) Ya know what, Corino? Make no mistake about it, I am not in any way, shape or form in cahoots with Mass Destruction...but believe me, I won't be sheading any tears when they kick your asses here tonight at Total Annihilation! (crowd pops in the arena)

Corino: (laughs) Oh! Oh my goodness...is that right, Joanie?! Is that right?!

Joanie: Damn right!

Corino: Ok! I see...well when you see Mass D...make sure you let them know...

*THUD*

VJ: OH! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?!?!

DD: IT'S T MONEY!!!!!!!

VJ: T Money from behind attacking Joanie! T Money...Corino and Money doing a number on Joanie! WHAT THE HELL??!?! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!

DD: You hear that, Vince?! That's the sound of the glass ceiling breaking down! I love it! I love it!

VJ: Joanie is down and look at T Money...T trying to lock on the Harlem Deathlo--OH! IT'S PANTHER!!!

DD: What the hell?!

VJ: PANTHER JUST NAILED T MONEY FROM BEHIND WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!!! THERE'S A SHOT FOR CORINO!!! PANTHER...PANTHER COMING TO THE AID OF COMMISSIONER LAURER!!!

DD: Get outta there, T! He's crazy!!!

(Officials rush into the room and attempt to shove Corino and T Money back as Panther stands over the fallen Commissioner wielding the steel chair. Chants of "Panther, Panther" can be heard in the arena as Corino and Money exit the room, and Panther kneels down to check on Joanie)

DD: Oh my gosh, Vince! Can you...can you believe that?!

VJ: Joanie...thank God Panther was able to arrive when he did! What kinda men are Corino and T Money to do something like that?! That's the Commissioner...

DD: You heard em, Vince! It's all about liberation! Sticking it to the man!!! And I think Joanie's the closest thing to a man that we got around here! HA!

VJ: Oh that's cute. Joanie is down...Panther's checking on her...my God what else is gonna happen here tonight at Total Annihilation?!

(Panther helps Joanie back to her feet, and the camera cuts back out to ringside for the next match)

Rage Vs Enygma

("My Way" by Limp Bizkit hits the PA system and the arena lights dim. A red hue fills the arena, and the camera focuses on the entrance, where a single pyro blast goes off at the top of the aisle. A bluish white spotlight then focuses on the entrance, and the crowd cheers as Rage steps out from the locker room with a look of intensity on his face. He stops at the top of the aisle, raises his arms into the air and starts down the aisle towards the ringside)

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently coming down the aisle...hailing from New York City, weighing in tonight at 275 pounds, he is the ONE MAN RIOT...RAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!!!!!!!!!

VJ: There he is, folks!!! The One Man Riot, on his way to ringside to do battle with Enygma! The issue between these two men has been brewing for quite some time as Rage...we heard him earlier tonight as...

DD: WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!!

VJ: THAT'S ICE CUBE!!!!!!!!!!!! ICE CUBE FROM BEHIND!!!!!!!!

DD: What the hell??!??!

(The music dies down, and the crowd boos wildly in the background, as chants of "You suck" echo throughout the arena)

VJ: Ice Cube...with that steel chair just leveled Rage from behind! What's the meaning of this?! What is...C'MON!!! C'MON, DAMN IT!!! CUBE GOING TO WORK ON RAGE IN THE AISLE! C'MON REF!

DD: Well, you heard that little idiot earlier on!!! Running off at the mouth like he's some kinda tough guy...well look at him now!

VJ: Rage being absolutely decimated by his former tag team partner as Ice Cube...Ice Cube has Rage by the hair here...c'mon! We need some...we need some help out here for Rage...

DD: Watch this, Johnson! Watch this...

VJ: OH NO!!!!!!!!! ICE CUBE JUST DROPPED RAGE THROAT-FIRST ACROSS THE STEEL BARRICADE!!! C'MON!!! COME...

DD: This is great!

VJ: This is absolutely disgusting! Rage is down...he may have had his throat just crushed by this son of a bitch Ice Cube...why?! What the hell is the meaning of this?! What is--OH! That son of a...he just kicked Rage right in the throat, Dave!

DD: I love it! I love it, Vince! The One Man Riot, huh?!

VJ: We've got officials trying to get this man outta here...my God! Ice Cube...I can't believe he just did that! Rage is down...oh no!

(Ice Cube laughs and dodges trash being thrown by ringside fans as he's ushered back up the aisle towards the locker room. Meanwhile, Rage lies on the arena floor, clutching his throat and coughing as suddenly the arena lights drop and ominous music starts up over the PA system.)

VJ: Oh no! Don't...don't tell me! Don't tell me!

(The arena lights turn a deep green, smoke rolls out from the locker room area, and the crowd boos as Enygma walks out from the locker room with a sinister smile on his face. At the entrance, he goes face to face with Ice Cube, who then steps aside to allow Enygma to get at the fallen Rage. Enygma smiles, rubs his hands together and starts up the aisle towards Rage)

VJ: Oh c'mon now! He's not gonna...Rage has already been beaten down! Don't tell me this...this sick bastard is gonna take advantage! Don't...my God! No! No!

DD: HAHAHA!!!!!!

VJ: ENYGMA NOW GOING TO WORK ON RAGE IN THE AISLE! C'MON...HE'S HURT!!! RAGE IS HURT!

DD: And he's about to get hurt even more right here! We may have just seen the key to Rage's destruction!

VJ: This sucks! This absolutely...OH!!! Enygma standing on the throat of the One Man Riot! Can somebody...can we get this man outta here?!

DD: Oh, but I thought Rage was the One Man Riot! I thought he was gonna tear Enygma a new asshole! Remember that, Vince?!

VJ: I never said that!

DD: ya said it with your eyes, skankhole! And now Rage is getting his and then some! Look at him...he's starting to look like a Smurf out here he's turning so blue!

VJ: And once again, look at Enygma...he's choking Rage on the outside!!! We've got officials out here trying to pry this...this madman off of Rage...my God, c'mon! Rage...you see him clutching that throat! That area that was injured by Ice Cube before the match...damn it, Dave! Rage...he may not be able to compete in this match. He may hafta forfeit this one!

DD: And it wouldn't surprise me one bit, the coward that he is! It wouldn't surprise me to see him tuck his tail between his legs and run right outta the building, Vince!

VJ: Oh...these officials finally able to pull Enygma off of Rage...and there you see...oh he's hurt!

DD: Oh, did you see that! He tried to run! He tried...

VJ: he did not! Rage in so much pain, as Enygma...from behind--THERE'S A HARD KICK BETWEEN THE SHOULDER BLADES OF RAGE!!!!!!! AND ANOTHER ONE...GOOD GOD ANOTHER!

DD: he's turning Rage into the One Man Kicking post here!

VJ: Enygma with a handful of hair now, brings Rage back to his feet! Rage...barely able to walk here! He's unable to catch his breath after that assault from Cube, and now Enygma's dragging him down to ringside...

DD: We could be witnessing the end of Rage right here in Pittsburgh...HEY WAIT!

VJ: Rage with an Irish whip...OH!!!!!!! ENYGMA JUST SENT CRASHING INTO THE STAIRS!

DD: What the...wha...where did that come from!

VJ: Rage...perhaps outta desperation there, flinging Enygma into the stairs, and look at Rage here! Rage charging in...

DD: Look out Enygma!

VJ: OH MY!!!! RAGE!!!! RAGE! HE IS ALL OVER ENYGMA WITH RIGHT HANDS!!! RIGHT HANDS!!! RAGE IS BEATING THE HOLY HELL OUTTA THE MYSTERIOUS ONE, AND THIS CROWD HAS JUST GONE WILD!

DD: Rage has gone wild! He's lost his damn mind! AHH!

VJ: Oh! Rage shoving down officials! They're trying to pull him off of Enygma...perhaps trying to get him backstage to get his throat treated, but Rage not having any of that! Enygma back to his feet now...

DD: Look out, Enyg--OH!

VJ: Another hard right hand by Rage send him tumbling right back into the stairs! Enygma...things not looking good for him now as Rage...

DD: What's he doing, Vince?!

VJ: Rage...full head of steam here--OOOOOOH! DEAR GOD!

(Crowd cheers wildly in the background as chants of "Holy shit" can be heard in the crowd)

DD: Did you hear that?!

VJ: Rage charging in with that mafia kick! Rage's head was just sandwiched against the stairs, and this crowd is on its feet here!

DD: And Enygma...oh my God! He's hurt!

VJ: His head...my God it sounded like a watermelon exploding out here as Rage has him by the hair now...handful of hair and tights and Rage sends him into the ring for the first time! Rage follows him in...

Ding Ding Ding!!!

VJ: And this one is underway, Dave!!! Rage is right in there...mounting Enygma on the mat, and look at him hammering away with piston-like rights to the head of Enygma! Rage...those hands of granite, repeatedly bouncing off the head of Enygma...

DD: And he's bleeding, Vince!

VJ: Yes he is! Enygma...he appears to be cut open right above the eye!

DD: Oh, you're gonna pay for that, Rage! See...

VJ: Oh! Enygma shoving Rage to the mat! And look at him now! Enygma mounting Rage...AND HE'S CHOKING HIM! BLATANTLY CHOKING HIM IN FRONT OF THE OFFICAL! C'MON!

DD: Anything goes, Vince! Do what it takes to win!

VJ: Enygma...blatantly choking...referee Finnegan forcing the break...and here he goes once again!!! Enygma choking Rage one more time!

DD: HAHA! Look at his eyes, Vince! Look at his eyes!

VJ: Those eyes...oh! About to pop out of the head of Rage, as the official has to physically pry this psycho off of Rage!

DD: Hey, you'd better watch who you're calling psycho, Vince! I'm not above telling him what you're saying out here!

VJ: (rolls eyes) Don't I know that! As Enygma...whoa! Intimidating the official...he is an intimidating figure indeed.

DD: HA! Getting nervous, huh?

VJ: Well...I don't want him down here whooping my ass! Enygma...Rage up to a kneeling position...OH! Hard kick right to the gut puts Rage right back on his back! And now Enygma...what's he doing...oh...springs off the rope and just drives that knee into Rage!

DD: Right into the throat! Did ya see that?!

VJ: Yes indeed! Once again is Enygma...OH! Driving that knee into the esophagus of Rage! And look at him...just choking he life outta the One Man Riot, as the official puts the count down!

DD: HAHA! is there any doubt in your mind now that Enygma indeed has the key to Rage's destruction?!

VJ: So far the only thing that's been proven to me is that Enygma can dominate an opponent who's been assaulted by another man before the match! I'm inclined to think that things would be a bit different had Ice Cube not done that number on Rage a few moments ago!

DD: Ah...you're Canadian! What do you know?! But you just wait, Vince! It's only a matter of time before Enygma puts Rage out of action for good! It could happen right here!

VJ: What the...OH! Enygma...he had Rage's head sticking out of the ring...he came right down from the apron with that leg drop...

DD: Right to the throat! C'mon, Johnson, get with the program! The guy's a genius!

VJ: He's a lunatic if you ask me, as he measures Rage from the outside! What's he planning to do...OH! Driving that elbow right into the throat of Rage! And this crowd is not happy!

DD: Vince, for the last time, these people are morons! See...they might not like it now, but sooner or later, they'll learn to love it! They'll realize that the destruction of Rage is not a bad thing, but a good thing!

VJ: Ok, DDP! Enygma now...what is he doing?! Dave...he's...he's lifting up the padding on the floor!

DD: HAHA! You ready for destruction, Vinnie?!

VJ: What on earth...what is this man thinking?! The padding has been lifted up on the arena floor...Enygma...Enygma dragging Rage out to the apron...what is he...

DD: I dunno, Vince! I dunno!

VJ: Enygma now back to the apron, and he's...he's pulling Rage to his feet...

DD: Oh my God, Vince...no way!

VJ: What is...don't tell me! C'mon...he's not gonna do this!

DD: This is great, Vince! This is great!

VJ: Enygma has Rage on the apron...don't tell me...not a piledriver! Not from the ring to the floor!

DD: He'll end his career for sure, Vince!

VJ: Yes he...c'mon, Enygma! NO! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T...

DD: Hey wait--

VJ: OH!!!!!!!!! RAGE WITH A BACK BODY DROP TO ENYGMA, AND HIS BACK JUST EXPLODED OFF THE LIP OF THE APRON! THAT METAL PORTION OF THE RING!

DD: Oh, he's hurt, Vince! Enygma is hurt!

VJ: No kidding, and all I've gotta say is thank God he wasn't able to accomplish what he was planning, as Rage from the apron...measuring Enygma!

DD: What's he thinking?!

VJ: You see Enygma on the floor holding that back! Trying to get back to his feet as Rage measures him...from behind...

DD: NO WAIT...

VJ: OH NO!!!!!!!!!! BULLDOG!!!! RAGE WITH A BULLDOG FROM THE APRON! ENYGMA'S FACE AND HEAD JUST DRIVEN INTO THE EXPOSED CONCRETE!!!

DD: You idiot! Vince...he may have just damaged that beautiful brain of his! He's trying to turn him into a half wit, like you!

VJ: Enygma trying to get back to his feet...oh! He's out of it! The official to the outside to check on Enygma as Rage...oh wait a minute! Rage from behind has Enygma...

DD: Oh c'mon! What is this idiot...what's he doing now?!

VJ: Rage with Enygma...oh no! Don't tell me...

DD: OH MY GOD!

VJ: OH!!!!!!! BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX BY RAGE!!!!!!! ENYGMA AGAIN SMACKING OFF THAT CONCRETE FLOOR! AND THESE FANS ARE LOVING IT!

DD: They would! The sick freaks...oh Enygma!

VJ: He is hurt and hurt badly as Rage is sent back into the ring by that official! That's twice Enygma's head smacked off that floor...and he could be out!

DD: That's like the third big shot to the head of Enygma since this match, started! Rage is so jealous of this man's intelligence, it's unreal!

VJ: Enygma staggers back to his feet here...oh! He's laid wide open, Dave!

DD: Damn you, Rage! DAMN YOU!

VJ: Enygma's out on his feet as he tries...he's trying to get back into the ring...

DD: Watch that idiot Rage!

VJ: What the...Rage from the ring with a handful of hair...now yanking Enygma back up to the apron! Enygma...what's Rage gonna do?!

DD: I dunno. Something cheap no doubt...HEY!

VJ: Oh my! Enygma...smart move there, able to snap Rage's throat right across the top rope!

DD: And there you see once again, a testament to this man's brains! He's in troube and where does he go?! Right back to the injury, Vince!

VJ: I don't think he did it on purpose! I think it was more of a desperation move, as there you see Rage clutching his throat on the canvas...where's Enygma going?! He's not going up top, is he?!

DD: Huh?! Hey...uh...he may be a genius, Vince, but this may be a mistake here!

VJ: I think you're right! Enygma...making his way up...that blood starting to pour into his eyes, here!

DD: Hey Enygma...hey...

VJ: Watch Rage!

DD: What the...NO!

VJ: RAGE SHAKING THE ROPES...AND ENYGMA HAS A TENDER LANDING ON THE TOP ROPE!

DD: Damn it, Vince! That idiot may have just robbed the world of future geniuses right there!

VJ: Enygma crotched up on top, and now there you see Rage going right up there with him! Injured throat and all!

DD: What the hell is he doing, Vince?!

VJ: Could be a superplex coming up! Rage has him hooked up top...

DD: No! No! Fight it Enygma...

VJ: HE GOT IT!!!!!!!!!!!! RAGE WITH THE SUPERPLEX! BOTH MEN RECOILING OFF THE CANVAS! AND THAT COULD DO IT!

DD: Get up, Enygma! Get UUUUUUUUP!

VJ: Enygma is down! Rage...Rage going for the cover...yes! He's got the leg hooked...there's 1...2...thr--NO!!!!!!!!! ENYGMA JUST BARELY ABLE TO GET THE SHOULDER UP BEFORE THE COUNT OF THREE!

DD: Yes...oh yes, Vince! I know you! Your dumb ass can't count in the first place, yet you wanna be quick to count out Enygma! He's still in this thing, Vince! He's still in it!

VJ: Yes he is! But maybe not for long as Rage pulls him back to his feet here...what's this...OH! Inverted atomic drop by Rage...follows it up with a clothesline that puts Enygma flat on his back! What's Rage now...

DD: What he doing, Vince?!

VJ: Rage signalling to this capacity crowd for something...Enygma back to his feet...Rage charges in with the knee lift--OH!!! Enygma able to dodge the knee...and he takes that other knee right out from under Rage!!!! Rage is down...

DD: And he's had a history of knee injuries! Remember?!

VJ: Who could forget?! Rage is down...Rage clutching that knee and look at Enygma...Enygma is right on it, Dave! Stomping away! Right at that injured knee!

DD: Isn't that the same one that was injured before?!

VJ: I believe so, Dave! Enygma with that leg now...step over toe hold...OH!!!!!!!!!!! COME'S RIGHT DOWN WITH A KNEE CRUSHER!!!!!!! Enygma trying to re-injure that knee of the One Man Riot!

DD: And I love it, Vince! Ya know...this guy Enygma...he kinda scares me, but if he beats Rage here, I swear to God he's my new hero!

VJ: Don't you have enough heros already?!

DD: Please, Johnson! Heros are like Jell-o! There's always room for more!

VJ: (rolls eyes) Whatever! Enygma now with Rage, bringing him back to his feet, and watch Rage...oh! He misses with a right hand...Enygma catches his now...belly to back...

DD: No! Watch the knee...

VJ: OH!!!!!!! Driving that knee right down across his knee! Shades of Ric Flair there...and...ONCE AGAIN DRIVING HIM DOWN ACROSS THE KNEE!

DD: Enygma is being absolutely relentless! I love it, Vince! I love it!

VJ: The look of pain is etched on the face of Rage as Enygma has that injured leg...and look at Rage! Rage on 1 leg swinging with lefts and rights...trying to get at Enygma, but he's just out of reach...as Enygma..OH! Hard elbow right to that knee! And now he drives Rage back into that buckle...oh look at this!

DD: He's taking him apart piece by piece, Johnson! I told ya, this is the total destruction of Rage!

VJ: That knee being wrapped around that middle rope by Enygma! He's just wrenching on that knee as the referee...c'mon! Get him outta there, ref! That's illegal!

DD: Aww, quit your bitching, Johnson! We're witnessing a classic UWA moment right here! The end of the One Man Riot!

VJ: Don't be so sure, as Enygma...oh! Kicking hard at that knee of Rage...and again...AND A THRUST CHOP RIGHT TO THAT INJURED THROAT!

DD: HAHA! Can't forget the throat!

VJ: You can see bruising around Rage's neck already! I'm sure that'll give Rage some problem as the match progresses--

DD: LOOK OUT--NO!!!!!!!

VJ: OH MY!!!!!!!! WHAT A...WHAT A HEADS UP PLAY BY RAGE!!! ENYGMA WENT CHARGING IN WITH THAT ATTEMPTED SPEAR...RAGE ABLE TO SIDE STEP HIM...CLIMB RIGHT OUT ONTO THE APRON, AND ENYGMA WENT CRASHING SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE POST!!!

DD: Damn it...c'mon Enygma! Get up!

VJ: Enygma...he dinged that right shoulder hard, as there you see Rage out on the apron...oh wait a minute...

DD: Don't you dare!

VJ: Rage to the outside...he's got that injured arm of Enygma's!

DD: Don't you dare, you idiot! Don't you...

VJ: Rage...

DD: OH NO!

VJ: OH! YANKING ON THAT ARM, AND PULLING ENYGMA RIGHT INTO THE POST!!! AND AGAIN!!!! RAGE...ONE MORE TIME!

DD: He's gonna rip off his arm and sell it on Ebay, Vince! I know it!

VJ: He is not, but like Enygma did earlier on, Rage doing some serious damage to the shoulder of his opponent! He's targeting the injured body part and absolutely taking it apart, as you see Enygma writhing on the mat in pain!

DD: He may have separated his shoulder, Vince! Look!

VJ: Well...there you see Enygma...signalling to official as now you see Rage up top! Rage climbing the ropes for something...

DD: Remember, he's got that bad leg, Vince!

VJ: That leg was worked over by Enygma...we'll see right here if it has any effect on Ra--OH C'MON!!!!!!!

DD: HAHA! GENIUS! PURE GENIUS!

VJ: THAT PIECE OF GARBAGE! Enygma just shoved the ref right into the ropes...and this time Rage went down on the top!

DD: HAHA! What goes around comes around! C'mon, Vince! Give him his props! That was great!

VJ: That was absolutely hideous, as you see Enygma getting back to his feet...bleeding from the forehead, and now trying to shake some feeling back into that arm...Rage crotched on that top turnbuckle...and now here comes Enygma. Enygma into the buckle...oh wait a minute!

DD: C'mon Enygma!

VJ: Rage sticking that boot into the face, not once but twice able to knock Enygma away! Rage...trying to fight whatever Enygma's going for here...OH! THAT BOOT CAUGHT HIM RIGHT IN THE MOUTH! RIGHT IN THE MOUTH!

DD: He may have lost a tooth on that one, Vince!

VJ: Well-placed foot to the mouth by Rage, as now you see him perched up on that second rope...Rage has Enygma by the hair...pulling him in...what's he gonna...

DD: Oh no! No he's not...

VJ: Rage with that injured on...Rage...

DD: OH NO!

VJ: OH!!!!!!!!!! SINGLE ARM DDT FROM THE SECOND ROPE!!!!!!!!! THAT ARM...

DD: Oh my goodness! Look at him, Vince!

VJ: Enygma convulsing in pain as Rage stands over him...look at the smile on the face of the One Man Riot!

DD: What kind of a sick freak is Rage?! A man's in pain and he's laughing! How the hell can you laugh at another man's pain!

VJ: You're one to talk!!! Enygma is down...he is on the mat in intense pain as you see Rage...Rage with that look in his eyes, stalking Enygma!

DD: Watch it, Nyggy! Watch it!

VJ: "Nyggy"?! Rage...he's got that arm now! Rage...with that arm outstretched on the canvas...DRIVING THE KNEE RIGHT INTO THE SHOULDER OF ENYGMA!!!! AND AGAIN, RAGE DRIVES THE SHOULDER...AND A THRID TIME!!! MY GOD! RAGE IS ALL OVER ENYGMA, DAVE!

DD: He is viciously trying to break the man's arm! What a brute, Johnson! What a brute!

VJ: Rage now bringing Enygma back to his feet...he's got the arm again...oh look at him! WIIIINDING UP ON THE ARM WRINGER!!!!!!! Twisting up on that injured arm of Enygma's, and you can see the pain etched on the face of Enygma! We don't know much about him, Dave...but we do know that he's in pain right now!

DD: Oh, you think this is so funny, Vince!

VJ: And once again, watch Rage! Winding up on that arm of Enygma...bringing this madman to his knees! Enygma...he is at the mercy of Rage, as...

DD: Oh! DID YA SEE THAT?!?!?! HE'S STILL GOT FIGHT LEFT IN HIM, VINCE!!!!

VJ: Thumb to the eyes by Enygma, stops Rage right in his tracks! And now look at Enygma now! Backing Rage into the ropes...there's a hard knee right into the midsection of Rage! And another one!!! Irish whip in by Enygma...Rage off the ropes...OH!!! CAUGHT HIM COMING OFF WITH ANOTHER SINGLE-ARM DDT DOES RAGE...AND HE IS IN CONTROL, DAVE!!!

DD: No!!!

VJ: Enygma down on the mat writhing in pain...and there you see once again Rage has that arm! Rage...much like we saw earlier on during the Diamond/Mercedes match...Rage has that arm hooked...AND HE'S GOT IT ON!!!! CROSS ARMBREAKER! RAGE...

DD: Enygma!!!

VJ: ENYGMA'S SCREAMING! HE'S LITERALLY SCREAMING IN PAIN! AND THIS CROWD IS ON ITS FEET!

DD: These idiots...oh my God! Enygma! Hold on, man! Hold on!

VJ: Not at any time since he arrived in the UWA last fall can I remember someone having his way with Enygma as Rage is now! Rage has it locked on tight! Enygma's arm being hyperextended...as...there you see him trying to roll into the hold! Trying to aleviate some of that pressure on that arm!

DD: Yes! Fight it, Enygma! Fight it! OH!

VJ: Enygma trying to roll into this thing...rolling Rage back onto his shoulders here...Rage able to get that shoulder up after a count of 1! Enygma back into a standing position...Rage still with the hold...the shoulders are down again...Rage once again able to get that shoulder up after just a 1 count!

DD: I'll say this, Johnson! I certainly wasn't expecting to see this kinda stuff from Rage!

VJ: Yes! Rage an accomplished brawler! Occasionally, he'll deviate to the high flying style, which is quite impressive for a man his size! Rarely will you see the One Man Riot attempt submission holds, but this is what we're seeing right here...as Rage...OH! OH NO!

DD: Did you see that?!

VJ: Enygma able to roll Rage up onto his shoulders and step right onto his throat!!! And that throat's taken enough damage during this match as it is!

DD: Yes, Vince! Get up, Enygma! Get on him!

VJ: Enygma still favoring that arm, as you see Rage...clutching that throat! He appears to be having some trouble breathing here, Dave!

DD: Well...for once your dumb ass was right about something. It's just like you said, the bruising around Rage's throat tells the story! As we get into the later stages of the match, Vince, Rage's breaths are gonna be harder to come by due to the damage done to the throat!

VJ: Damage done by Ice Cube!

DD: Oh! Your excuses! You'd look for anything to help one of your heros save face!

VJ: Rage back to his feet, as is Enygma...both men in pain as now Enygma...charges in...RAGE DUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE...ENYGMA DUCKS ONE OF HIS OWN...SLEEPER BY ENYGMA!!!!!!! SLEEPER BY ENYGMA!

DD: AND THAT'S IT!!!! THIS'LL DO IT RIGHT HERE, JOHNSON! THIS'LL BE ALL FOR RAGE!

VJ: Enygma with that sleeper cinched in deep on Rage, and the attack by Ice Cube notwithstanding, this is a great move by Enygma right here, at this stage in the match!

DD: Now you're thinking, Vince! What, did your wife get ya a toupee with a brain in it this Christmas?!

VJ: Will you leave my toupee...I mean...just shut up! Rage now...trying to fight this thing...giving it his all to remain on his feet...but it may be to no use...

DD: Yes! Tighting, Enygma! Keep up the pressure!

VJ: Rage...watch that arm, ref!! If it goes down under the chin, that's a choke!

DD: What, do ya wanna ref too, Vince?! Stop your bitching and call the match! Rage could be going out right here!

VJ: Rage now going down to a knee...as Enygma...leaning all of that weight down onto the head and neck of Rage as Rage...oh! This crowd trying to rally behind the One Man Riot, but its no use, as Rage now...flat on his back! Rage is...the shoulders are down...1...2...NO! Rage able to get that shoulder off the mat somehow!

DD: Look at him, Johnson! The final breaths of life being squeezed right outta him!!! This is the end, it's gotta be!

VJ: Don't count Rage out so soon! As the official...once again, the shoulders are down...1...2...NO!!! Rage able to get that left shoulder up...and there you see Enygma shifting his weight on him! Putting a little more pressure onto the corotid artery of the One Man Riot...decreasing that blood flow to the brain!

DD: Whew! Man, Vince...me and you don't agree on much, but can we agree that this has been a night to remember thus far?!

VJ: Certainly! It's been a wild one to say the least, as Enygma cinches up on that head...the official again needs to watch that arm to make sure it stays above the chin of Rage...

DD: C'mon, Johnson! How dare you question this man's integrity?! If anything, hasn't he shown you so far that he's an honorable man?!

VJ: (scoffs) Yeah right! Enygma taking an early advantage after a sneak attack by Ice Cube, which perhaps caused some serious damage to the throat of Rage! Rage, much to his credit, able to battle back, take the fight to Enygma and maintain control for a good portion of the match...but it just...it may be too much for Rage! It may be too little too late, as the official now raises that right arm of Rage...and it drops right down to his sides!

DD: HAHA! It's all over now!

VJ: Enygma...the blood dripping from his forehead as Rage's arm is raises for a second time...and it drops a second time!

DD: Yes! Just one more time and it's over! MORE PRESSURE, ENYGMA!!!

VJ: Enygma...you have to wonder just how much strength he has in his right arm as he's applying this thing, as the official...raising that arm for the third and final time...

DD: This is it, Johnson! This is it...

VJ: The arm...it...it...

DD: It...IT DROPPED!!!!!!!!!

VJ: BUT RAGE...AT THE LAST SPLIT SECOND ABLE TO GET THAT FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!! RAGE IS STILL IN THIS THING!

DD: Bullshit! The arm dropped!!! You saw it!

VJ: Yes...judgment call by the official, but it looks as if he's gonna let this thing continue! Enygma being forced to break the hold!

DD: This is such bullshit! Get on him Enygma!

VJ: And that looks to be exactly what he's doing! Dragging Rage out to the center of the ring by his hair...what's he gonna...OH!! SMALL PACKAGE BY RAGE...

DD: WHAT THE HELL...

VJ: 1...2...3!!!!!!!!!!! HE GOT HIM!

DD: NO, NO, NO! IT WAS JUST A TWO!!!! GET HIM ENYGMA!!!

VJ: OH! HE'S RIGHT BACK ON RAGE WITH THAT KNEE TO THE THROAT! THE OFFICIAL SAYING IT WAS ONLY A TWO!!!

DD: Damn it, Vince! This idiot just won't die!

VJ: Indeed! Rage has got a lotta heart, Dave, as now watch Enygma here...bringing him back to his feet...OH! Hard right hand sends Rage staggering into the ropes...RAGE COMES RIGHT OUT WITH ONE OF HIS OWN THAT STAGGERS ENYGMA!

DD: Damn it, Vince!

VJ: Enygma...once again with a right hand to Rage...RAGE COMES RIGHT BACK WITH ANOTHER RIGHT TO ENYGMA!

DD: This is breaking down, Johnson!

VJ: Indeed! We've got a slugfest!!! Rage and Enygma! Rage and Enygma! Rage...misses with the right hand...ENYGMA WITH ANOTHER SLEEPER LOCKED ON!

DD: HAHA! YES!!!

VJ: Enygma with the sleeper! Rage...trying to get to the ropes, but Enygma yanking him out to the center of the ring! Dave...I don't think he's fully recovered from the effects of the first one!

DD: Yeah! And Enygma's gonna put that skankhole out if it's the last thing he does!

VJ: Enygma with it cinched in...but look at Rage here...turning into it...Rage trying to power out here! Rage...

DD: Wait a minute...NO!

VJ: YES!!! THERE YOU SEE RAGE WITH THE TOP WRIST LOCK!!! TURNING OUT OF THE SLEEPER WITH THE TOP WRIST LOCK...REMEMBER THE ARM! REMEMBER THE INJURED ARM!!!

DD: Fight it, Enygma!!! Fight it...

VJ: NO! ENYGMA TURNS IT RIGHT BACK INTO THE SLEEPER...RAGE ABLE TO COUNTER WITH THE BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!!! GOOD GOD WHAT A FIGHT!!! WHAT A FIGHT THIS HAS TURNED INTO, DAVE!!!

DD: Oh...what a cheater that damn Rage has turned into! That had to be illegal, Vince! It had to be!

VJ: Both men are down! Both men breathing heavily...you can see the labored breaths of Rage as he tries to get some air back into that body! You can see the blood streaming down the face of Enygma! Both these men have taken all kinds of punishment in this one!! This match has been nothing short of a war, and this crowd has been into it every step of the way!

DD: Enygma's moving, Vince! Enygma...yes, get up!

VJ: Enygma starting to move here...trying to roll over to get into the ropes! Rage trying to pull himself back up as well! What a battle this has been!

DD: You ain't lying for once, Johnson! This is a helluva fight, and that'll make it just that much sweeter when Enygma turns this thing around and puts Rage out for good!

VJ: Enygma's back to his feet here...Rage stumbling back to his, as Enygma...watch him here! Stalking Rage from behind...

DD: Here we go--HEY!!!

VJ: Rage fires off with a right hand!!!! Enygma caught it right on the jaw!

DD: Damn it, Vince! Hit him Enygma..NO!

VJ: RAGE ONCE AGAIN!!! RAGE...RAGE MOUNTING AN OFFENSIVE HERE!!! There's an Irish whip...Enygma off the ropes, ducks the clothesline...Enygma to the other side--RAGE CATCHES HIM WITH THE POWERSLAM!!!!!!!!! He could have him here...he leg is hooked...2...NO!!!!!!!!! ONLY A TWO!

DD: My God, Enygma! C'mon!

VJ: Back to his feet now is Rage...he's got Enygma and measures him with a right hand! And another! A third sends him back into the buckle...and now watch Rage here! Mounting him in 10-count position! Rage has gotten his second wind, Dave, and you know what we're about to see...

DD: Unfortunately!

VJ: Here we go Dave! Look at this...

Crowd: 1...2...3...4...5...6...SEV...AWWW!

DD: HAHA! LOOK AT THAT!

VJ: Enygma...he's got Rage on his shoulders...we could be getting set for a powerbomb here...but look at Rage still fighting! Still hammering away with those right hands to the head of Enygma...

DD: This idiot just won't die! What's it take to kill this skankhole--OH!!!!!!!!!! THERE IT IS!!!!!!

VJ: Enygma just falling back...I'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but Rage's throat just snapping across that top rope, and once again, there you see Rage clutching that throat in pain!

DD: Ya know, Vince...geez! I'm exhausted just watching this one!

VJ: I know what you mean! As Enygma now with Rage...bringing the One Man Riot back to his feet...AND HE'S GOT IT LOCKED ON A THIRD TIME!!! ENYGMA WITH THE SLEEPER!!! ENYGMA WITH IT LOCKED IN...RAGE COUNTERS WITH A JAWBREAKER!!!!!!!

DD: DAMN IT!

VJ: Rage with the jaw breaker...Enygma went down like he was shot! Cover him, Rage! Cover him...

DD: You're so biased it's unbelievable, Johnson!

VJ: Rage has got him hooked......2.....OH!!!!!!!!!

DD: FOOT ON THE ROPE! FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!

VJ: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! This match...this crowd is on pins and needles, Dave!

DD: This is amazing, Johnson!

VJ: Rage getting back to his feet now...and now he's got Enygma by the hair! Rage...dragging the mysterious one back to his feet--OH!!! LOW BLOW BY ENYGMA!!!! WHAT A CHEAP SHOT!!!

DD: Screw you, Vince! This is war! Do whatever it takes to win!

VJ: Rage is reeling after that shot, and there you see Enygma now! Back to his feet...Enygma off the ropes, now! Rage writhing in pain and--OH!!! ENYGMA CAUGHT HIM COMING OFF WITH A VICIOUS CLOTHESLINE!

DD: But he hurt his arm, Vince!!!

VJ: Oh! I think you're right! Enygma...again, you see him favoring that right arm! That arm that was worked over by Rage throughout the match, as Rage climbs back to his feet yet again!

DD: Look out Enygma! Behind you! Behind--YES!

VJ: OH! YET ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE, AND RAGE GOES DOWN A SECOND TIME!

DD: He keeps clotheslining him with the hurt arm! Why is he clotheslining him with that arm, Vince?!

VJ: I dunno! Perhaps instinctively as he grabs Rage by the hair and pulls him back to his feet. And now, there you see Enygma...he's saying something to Rage...

DD: He's saying "Bye, Bye!" This could be it, Johnson!

VJ: Oh! Knee right to the gut of Rage! Enygma has him now! Irish whip...reversal by Rage--OH!!!!! Enygma goes sternum first into the buckle! Enygma...Rage from behind! Rage has him hooked...

DD: Hey wait a minute! NO!!! NO!!!

VJ: YES!!!!!!!!!!!! TOTAL ANNIHILATION!!!!!!!!!!! TOTAL ANNIHILATION!!!!!! ENYGMA LANDED RIGHT ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!!!!!!!!!

DD: But look at the intelligence, Vince! He rolled right to the ropes--OH! RIGHT OUT TO THE FLOOR!

VJ: I don't know if it was more intelligence or if the man is out of it! Enygma rolling out to the floor...Rage could have this thing won here. Rage rolling to the outside now...Rage with Enygma...

DD: Oh no, Vince!

VJ: He's out! Enygma is out like a light!

DD: He could be...he could just be playing possum!

VJ: I don't think so! Total Annihilation has put out virtually anyone who's been hit with it! It's won him the I-C Title on two occasions! And now Rage is lifting up the dead weight that is Enygma! He's setting him up on the apron...trying to muscle the man back into the ring...

DD: Oh...Enygma...if you can here me...Vince, look at Rage!

VJ: What?! Enygma back into the ring, but Rage...Rage collapsing to his knees on the outside!!! He's...he's spent, Dave! So much has been taken out of him here tonight...

DD: It may be that throat acting up again...LOOK AT ENYGMA!!

VJ: Enygma crawling across the ring, now! Trying to get his wits about him as Rage...Rage back into the ring now...and now he's going after Enygma!

DD: Damn it, Enygma! Watch yourself in there! Rage is behind you...

VJ: Enygma into the ropes now...trying to pull himself back to his feet...but watch RAGE from behind with a double axehandle blow!

DD: Oh!

VJ: Rage nailing Enygma...right hands...clubbing forearms right to the back of the head of Enygma! Watch this now...waistlock by Rage...trying to pull Enygma off of the rope here...perhaps setting up for a German suplex...maybe even another Total Annihilation...

DD: Hold on, Enygma! Hold on...HEY!

VJ: Wait a minute! Reverse elbow catches Rage right on the jaw!!!

DD: He's not outta this thing yet, Johnson!

VJ: Enygma...he's out on his feet though, as Rage...tried for a clothesline, but misses...Enygma comes through with ANOTHER SLEEPER!! ENYGMA...PERHAPS OUTTA DESPERATION HERE...

DD: Going with what brought him to the dance, Vinnie! Oh...

VJ: Rage able to shove him off! Enygma into the ropes...Rage misses with the clothesline again...AND ENYGMA LOCKS THE SLEEPER ON ONCE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!

DD: HAHA!

VJ: Enygma...Rage desperately trying to fight outta this thing...but look at Enygma here!

DD: He's got those legs locked!!!

VJ: Those thick legs of Enygma's locked right around the waist of Rage as he applies this sleeper! Rage...trying to fight this thing...Rage trying to get out of it...Enygma...oh!

DD: He brought him down, Vince! He brought him down!

VJ: Rage is down...and look at Enygma! With all his might...cinching up on this hold!

DD: He may have him here, Vinnie...LOOK AT HIS NECK!

VJ: That torque on the neck of Rage...

DD: He's trying to rip his head off, Johnson!

VJ: Rage trying his damndest...Rage...he may be fading here, Dave! He may be...

DD: Can you believe this, Johnson?!

VJ: These fans once again on their feet...trying to will Rage back into this thing, but it may be too little too late!!! Rage is down...Rage may be out! Referee Finnegan checking that arm...

DD: Here we go, Vince...that's 1!

VJ: The arm drops once! Rage...oh no! Those eyes have rolled up into the back of his head...

DD: He's got him, Vince! IT DROPPED AGAIN!

VJ: This is bad! This is...

DD: One more time!

VJ: The ref raising it again...C'MON RAGE!! GET UP!!!! GET UP RAGE...

DD: IT DROPPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHA!

VJ: DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!!!!! **Cue Enygma's music

Announcer: Here is your winner...ENYGMA!!!!!!

DD: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! WHAT ABOUT THAT JOHNSON?!??! WHAT ABOUT IT??!?!?! THE KEY TO DESTRUCTION, BABY!

VJ: Rage has fallen at the hands of this sleeper! Rage is out, damn it! REF, MAKE HIM BREAK THE HOLD!

DD: Aww, c'mon, Johnson! The fun's just beginning! Destroy him, Enygma! Destroy him!!!!

VJ: Enygma still with those legs locked around the waist...that sleeper still applied! Rage is out! He is out like a light...C'MON DAMN IT! HE COULD BE DOING PERMANENT DAMAGE TO RAGE!!!!

DD: That's just the point, Johnson! He wants to put Rage out FOREVER!!!! AND EVER! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!!!

VJ: That's enough, damn it! We've got officials out here...trying to pry this lunatic off of Rage...oh!!! Finally he lets go. Fin...(sighs) I can't believe this, Dave! I can't believe it!

DD: What's not to believe, Johnson?! He said he had the key to Rage's destruction! What, you didn't believe him!

VJ: Rage is out...Enygma...still feeling the effects in his own right...

DD: And there's no disputing this, Vince! Normally, you'll cry! You'll bitch! "Oh, he was screwed!" Well there's no denying this! Not only did Rage get beat by Enygma...but he was put out! Made to go unconscious! He's done, Johnson! I love it!

VJ: Well...say what you will, but I've gotta think things would've gone differently had Ice Cube not attacked Rage before the match! That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!

DD: Ah, get it out your mouth, Vince! This is a time for celebration, and the start of a brand new era here in the UWA! ENYGMA!!!!!!!!!!!

VJ: (sighs) Fans...I just can't believe this! Rage is down in the ring...he could be seriously injured. Enygma on his way to the back...fans, up next...well...we're supposed to find out just what this surprise is that Francine has in store for J-Dogg. Francine hasn't been seen or heard from all day...no one knows where she is...(sighs) fans...as the EMTs attend to Rage in the ring, let's take you back and show you a little bit of the history between J-Dogg and Francine. Let's take a look...

(HIGHLIGHT VIDEO!!!!! "Everybody's Fool" by Evanescene plays in the background. Since leaving the Enterprise in the Summer of 2004, Francine has constantly been a thorn in the side of "J-Dogg" Johnny Gunn. She's had him attacked repeatedly, cost him numerous matches, and above all made Johnny Gunn's life a living hell. J-Dogg perhaps reached his breaking point last month at Apocalypse Now, when he did battle with Light Heavyweight Champion Lance Silva. With victory seemingly at hand, J-Dogg was shocked when Francine came to ringside and had him intentionally disqualified! In a post-match interview, J-Dogg vowed revenge against his former manager, and he got that week on the Christmas Eve edition of FNS, when he teamed with the Hurricane to battle the tandem of Ice Cube and Steve Corino. The match was hard-hitting and face-paced, but was marred with outside interference, as once again Francine interfered to cost J-Dogg the match. Frustrated, J-Dogg went for revenge, attacking his archrival Ice Cube with a chair, and fending off the Elements as well. Then, with Francine left in the ring all alone, J-Dogg, with 5 months of frustration rising to the surface, finally snapped! A boot to the stomach and a Dogg's Bite later, Francine was carted out of the arena by EMTs! J-Dogg had finally gotten his revenge on Francine...but it wasn't over. That week on In High Gear, Francine vowed revenge on J-Dogg, promising a big surprise that would put him out of the UWA and wrestling for good. What could it be? What does Francine have in store for J-Dogg?! We'll find out...NEXT! When the video ends, the camera cuts backstage, where we see Rage being helped back to the medical area by EMTs)

VJ: And fans...there you see Rage...being helped back to his dressing room by officials...he has regained consciousness...that's a good sign. He appears to be operating under his own power. EMTs are gonna look after him and...(sighs) I guess we'll keep you updated throughout the broadcast on the condition of the One Man Riot.

(The camera cuts out to ringside, where the arena lights drop as "The Way I Am" by Eminem starts up over the PA system. The crowd goes wild in the background as baby blue spotlights fill the arena, converging directly on the entrance as "J-Dogg" Johnny Gunn steps out from the locker room with a cocky smile on his face. With his bleached blonde hair hanging down over his shoulders, wearing black shades, a his black "Beware of Dogg" t-shirt, black warm-up pants and white sneakers, J-Dogg places his hands on his hips, scouring the arena for a brief moment before starting down the aisle towards ringside, tagging the hands of a couple of fans on the way. At ringside, J-Dogg slides under the bottom rope, walks towards the far side of the ring and climbs upon the turnbuckles, where he slowly raises his fists into the air to a standing ovation from the capacity crowd. He calls for a microphone from the ring announcer, and once he receives it, he hops down from the ropes and walks out towards the center of the ring, where he signals to Tech Katz to cut the music. The lights return to normal, the music dies down, and LOUD chants of "J-Dogg, J-Dogg" can be heard throughout the arena.)

VJ: Will you listen to this ovation for the D-Generate King??!?!?! These 20,000 some-odd fans are going absolutely crazy for J-Dogg. What a reception!

DD: Big deal, Johnson! Big deal! J-Dogg gets a pretty good reception, but so does my TV! That don't make him anything special!

VJ: J-Dogg has a mic...as we await this...surprise from Francine!

(J-Dogg holds up a hand to quiet the crowd down, slowly raises the mic to his lips, and begins to speak)

J-Dogg: Surprise...surprise...(smiles) SURPRISE! (crowd pops in the background) Now...for the past few weeks or so, all J-Dogg's been hearing about is some kinda surprise that Francine has in store for me! Something BIG she says! "Be Afraid" she says! Well hey...you know me! I'm the Dogg! The D-Generate King! The Best Damn Light Heavyweight in the biz...I don't fear a DAMN THING! But apparently, we can't say the same thing about miss Francy! See, after all that big talk...after running her mouth night in and night out about this little surprise...(rolls eyes) it seems as if she's neglected to even show up to Total Annihilation tonight! (crowd boos) Yeah...she's completely gone AWOL! Tsk, tsk, tsk! Imagine that! Well I'll tell ya something, Pittsburgh, I'll tell ya something that should NOT come as a surprise to you, and that's that J-Diggity-Dogg is...

Francine: (over the PA system) WAIT A MINUTE! WAIT A MINUTE! WAIT A MINUTE, J-DOGG!!!

VJ: What the hell?!

(Suddenly, the big screen lights up, and Francine's image appears on screen. She's sitting on a sofa in a dimly lit red room, drinking a glass of champagne. The crowd boos in the background, and chants of "She's Got Herpes" try to break out across the arena)

Francine: Hello, J-Dogg. Miss me? (smiles) Sorry I couldn't be there tonight. I'm a little...under the weather, should we say? But...uh...don't you worry, J-Dogg! Because I haven't forgotten about our little surprise. It's coming, J-Dogg...and when it comes...I can guarantee you that you won't even know what hit you! (screen goes blank/crowd boos)

J-Dogg: (laughs) Is that right?! Is that right, well lemme tell you something, Francine! I could give a damn if it's today, tomorrow, the night after that...whenever! Anytime you feel like ansy, you just step up, and J-Dogg will--*THUD*

DD: HEY! WHAT THE HELL?!

VJ: XAVIER!!! XAVIER FROM BEHIND...

Ding Ding Ding!!!

"J-Dogg" Johnny Gunn Vs Mystery Opponent

VJ: What the hell...what the hell is this?!

DD: Xavier...he just told the ref to ring the bell!

VJ: Stephanie Jenkins ringing the bell, as now Xavier goes to work on J-Dogg in the ring...

DD: Is this a match?!

VJ: Well...the hell if I know! We were supposed to be having Francine present her surprise! Apparently she was unable to make it here tonight, but right now, J-Dogg's getting the hell beat outta him by Xavier! And watch this here! Xavier now backing J-Dogg into the ropes...big knife edge chop to the chest of J-Dogg!

DD: Wow! Look at that!

VJ: Another one! Xavier lighting up...oh! Ripping that shirt right off the chest of J-Dogg! Right off the chest of the D-Generate King...AND ANOTHER CHOP BY XAVIER!!!!! MY GOD!!!!!!

DD: I dunno what Francine's surprise was, but this is damn sure a surprise to me! Xavier is beating the hell outta J-Dogg!

VJ: There's an Irish whip...J-Dogg into the ropes...ducks the clothesline coming off...J-Dogg...OH!!!!!!!!

DD: What the hell...

VJ: J-Dogg springboarding off the ropes, was able to catch Xavier right on the jaw with that back kick! Xavier is down, and watch J-Dogg! He's fired up, Dave!

DD: Look out, Xavier!

VJ: Back to his feet...HE GETS MOWED RIGHT DOWN WITH A RIGHT HAND!!! A SECOND SENDS HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS! Back to his feet...BIG CHOP TO THE CHEST SENDS HIM STAGGERING BACK INTO THE ROPES! And now it's J-Dogg unloading on Xavier here, Dave! Those big knife edge chops to the chest of Xavier! Absolutely...flesh searing--GEEZ!

DD: Did you hear that?!

VJ: Sounded like a damn gunshot! As J-Dogg now with an Irish whip...reversal by Xavier sends J-Dogg into the ropes...J-Dogg coming off is able to duck the clothesline once again...off the other side--WHOA! Xavier misses with the big roundhouse kick! J-Dogg...coming back once again...

DD: Watch it Xavier...

VJ: WHOA! SATELITE HEADSCISSORS TAKEOVER!!! DOWN GOES XAVIER!!!!!!

DD: Almost sent him outta the ring there Johnson!

VJ: Yes! And there you see Xavier...he's out of it along the ropes! J-Dogg has this capacity crowd on its feet...full head of steam by J-Dogg...BIIIIIG CLOTHESLINE SENDS XAVIER UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE! AND LISTEN TO THIS CROWD, DAVE! LISTEN TO THEM GO CRAZY FOR J-DOGG!!!!

DD: Yeah, well...I hear 'em, Johnson! I hear 'em, but what I wanna know is how in the hell is this a match?! I mean...we've got a ref out here and everything...who called for the bell?!

VJ: I dunno!

DD: I mean...c'mon Vince...you don't think...you don't think Xavier was the surprise Francine was talking about, do you?! You don't think that Xavier's in cahoots with Francine?!

VJ: I dunno! This is mighty strange, as there you see Xavier...back to his feet on the outside...trying to shake out the cobwebs...

DD: But watch J-Dogg?!

VJ: J-Dogg off the ropes...OH!!!!!!!! BASEBALL SLIDE CATCHES HIM RIGHT IN THE JAW! AND XAVIER...

DD: He damn near knocked his head off, Johnson!

VJ: Xavier not starting out so well, Dave, as there you see J-Dogg back in the ring. Is he gonna do it again?!

DD: I dunno! This J-Dogg is a worthless idiot, I know that!

VJ: What's he setting up for?! J-Dogg off the ropes once again...Xavier on the outside...WHOA! This time able to dodge the baseball slide...HARD RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW OF J-DOGG!

DD: HAHA!

VJ: Xavier going to work...unloading with those right hands right to the side of the head of Johnny Gunn! There's an Irish whip by Xavier...J-DOGG SENT FLYING RIGHT INTO THE POST!!! Did you hear the impact, Dave!

DD: He may be out of it, Vince!

VJ: Indeed he appears to be as Xavier...J-Dogg using that guardrail to pull himself up...Xavier charges in...HE GOT CAUGHT WITH A BOOT RIGHT TO THE GUT FROM J-DOGG!

DD: uh oh!

VJ: And now it's J-Dogg! J-Dogg unleashing the right hands...OH! What a chop to the chest of Xavier!!! J-Dogg now...

DD: What the hell...

VJ: Hopping onto the guardrail...OH! Xavier caught him...and J-Dogg...he just straddled that guardrail...not the landing that he was hoping for there!

DD: HAHA! What an idiot! Ya know what, Johnson?! I dunno if this was the surprise Francine had in mind, but it could be even better! Xavier could take J-Dogg out right here!

VJ: What better way to make a name for yourself than to defeat the former Universal Champion as Xavier...handful of hair sends J-Dogg back into the ring! J-Dogg...still feeling the effects of that exchange on the outside...as there you see Xavier standing over him...HARD KICK RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF J-DOGG...AND ANOTHER! Xavier brings him back to his feet here...Irish whip...reversal by J-Dogg...no! Xavier catches him with a boot to the midsection! He hits off the ropes here...BEAUTIFUL SWINGING NECKBREAKER BY XAVIER! He could have him here...there's the cover...2...NO! J-Dogg out after 2! And Xavier cinches up the reverse chinlock on J-Dogg!

DD: Man, Vince! I...I'm in shock here! I mean...why would Xavier...of all people?! I mean...no offense to him, but he's not exactly the most threatening guy on the roster!

VJ: I know what you mean, as this crowd tries to rally behind J-Dogg. Xavier...you can see that something was obviously in the works here! He's in his wrestling gear! He came from the crowd and attacked J-Dogg from behind...

DD: I don't get this! Is he a member of the Enterprise now?!

VJ: I have no clue, but I do know that J-Dogg is attempting to fight this hold here! J-Dogg...Xavier has the chinlock cinched in! J-Dogg is trying to fight back to his feet...he's up to a knee here...J-Dogg...now back to his feet...there's an elbow right to the gut of Xavier..and another one! A third...AND THE HOLD IS BROKEN! This crowd making some noise! J-Dogg off the rope...Xavier went for the clothesline but J-Dogg able to counter into the crucifix! J-Dogg...trying to take him over...

DD: What the hell...

VJ: Into a sunset flip variation...down goes Xavier! The shoulders are down...1...2...NO! Xavier able to roll out after TWO!!!!!!!!!! AND WHAT A CLOTHESLINE BY XAVIER! HE JUST DECAPITATED J-DOGG!

DD: HAHA! He knocked the Milk Bone out of him! Eh, Vince?!

VJ: (rolls eyes) Whatever! J-Dogg just nailed there, as you see Xavier bringing him back to his feet...what's he going for here?! It looks...he's got J-Dogg set up in this pumphandle position! He's got him up...OH!!! J-Dogg slipping of the shoulder of Xavier and watch this now! From behind...Gunn drives him into the ropes...he went for the roll up...NO! Xavier able to hold on! Xavier...what's this now?! Standind switch and a go-behind on J-Dogg...German Suplex--NO!!!!! J-DOGG UP AND OVER AND HE LANDS ON HIS FEET!

DD: Are you kidding me?!

VJ: Athletic move by Gunn as he hits off the ropes now...Xavier back to his feet...J-Dogg ducks the clothesline...coming off--OH MY!

DD: Look out XaV--DAAAAAMN!

VJ: HANDSPRING OFF THE ROPES INTO A CARTWHEEL KICK!!! J-DOGG CATCHING HIM RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD...

DD: Almost an Enzuigiri there, Vince!

VJ: And he's down! Xavier is flat on his back, as J-Dogg...J-Dogg looking into the capacity crowd! What's on his mind here?!

DD: I think I know what it is, Vinnie! Look out Xavier...

VJ: J-Dogg off the ropes...this crowd is on is feet as J-Dogg...

DD: Oh no...

VJ: ROLLING SPRINGBOARD...SKY TWISTER PRESS CONNECTS!!!!!!!!!!! COVER BY J-DOGG...1...2...3!!!!!

DD: No!!! He kicked out, Vince! He kicked out!

VJ: Oh! So he did! As J-Dogg...oh he looks pissed off! J-Dogg bringing Xavier back to his feet...there's a knee right to the jaw of the youngster...and another one...and a 3rd!

DD: Man! He's trying to take his head off with those knees, Johnson!

VJ: J-Dogg not working by the hour here! Ready to take this guy out! He's got him set up here...Michinoku Driver coming up...NO! Xavier able to slip behind J-Dogg now, and watch him here! Waistlock by Xavier...J-Dogg...throwing those elbows...trying to escape the grasp...

DD: LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!

VJ: OH!!!!! NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX BY XAVIER!!!!!!!! HE'S GOT THE LEG HOOKED...1...2...

DD: HE GOT HIM, VINCE!

VJ: NO!!! J-Dogg just barely able to get that shoulder off the canvas! Xavier...he can't believe it!

DD: I think he may have had him there, Johnson!

VJ: The referee doesn't think so, obviously, as he brings J-Dogg back to his feet...

DD: What's this?!

VJ: Xavier...once again you see him going for the pumphandle...oh! J-Dogg here trying to fight him off...those elbows...driven repeatedly into the midsection of Xavier, breaking his grip!

DD: C'mon, Xavier! OH!

VJ: HARD CHOP TO THE CHEST BY J-DOGG SENDS HIM INTO THE ROPES! And another one! There's an Irish whip...Xavier off the ropes...hip toss by J-Dogg is blocked...Xavier with a go...

DD: Hey wait a minute, Johnson! Look!

VJ: Xavier...countering the hip toss attempt into that pumphandle position! He's got him up...

DD: Can you believe this John--OH!!!!!!!!!

VJ: OH MY GOODNESS! J-DOGG JUST DRIVEN FACE FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH THAT MOVE!!!!

DD: What the hell was that, Vince?!

VJ: Whatever it was, it may have put him out! He's got the cover...there's 2...there's...NO! J-Dogg somehow able to slide the shoulder out before the count of 3, and Xavier can't believe it!

DD: Forget the count, Xavier, just stay on him! Stay on him!

VJ: An unexpected matchup on our hands here as Xavier...he may be looking to finish this one! He's got J-Dogg now...bringing him back to his feet...

DD: This could be it, Johnson!

VJ: Scoop up and a slam! Xavier putting J-Dogg right down in the center of the ring...and now he appears to be going up, Dave...yes! Xavier...climbing that middle turnbuckle! These fans...

DD: Screw the fans! We're fixing to have the upset of the century here!

VJ: Xavier perched up on that turnbuckle...J-Dogg is down on the mat! What are we gonna see here?

DD: This is it! This is it, Johnson!

VJ: Xavier...off the rope--OH!!!!!!!! J-DOGG GOT THE FOOT UP! HE GOT THE FOOT UP, AND XAVIER CAUGHT IT RIGHT UP UNDER THE CHIN!

DD: Oh! Damn it, Xavier! Get up!

VJ: Xavier...he is out of it, as you see J-Dogg pulling himself back to his feet!

DD: Look out, Xavier! Behind you! Behind you!

VJ: Here comes J-Dogg now...oh! Xavier able to duck to clothesline...YANK OF THE HAIR SENDS J-DOGG RIGHT TO THE CANVAS!

DD: Man!

VJ: Xavier now with J-Dogg...wheelbarrow suplex coming up...?!

DD: Oh no, wait a minute! Wait a minute...

VJ: DOGG'S BITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DD: NO!

VJ: HE COUNTERED WITH THE DOGG'S BITE! IT'S OVER, DAVE IT'S OVER! There's the cover...1...2...

DD: KICK OUT!

VJ: HE GOT HIM!!!!!!!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!! ***Cue "The Way I Am"

Announcer: Here is your winner: "J-Dogg" Johnny Gunn!!!

VJ: J-Dogg...that Dogg's Bite outta nowhere, and he is victorious in what...I would like to assume was an impromptu match!

DD: Yeah...well...I dunno about all that, but I can guarantee you that wherever Francine is, she ain't liking this! She ain't liking this a bit!

VJ: J-Dogg getting his hand raised in victory here...as...wait a minute!

DD: huh?!

VJ: Wait a damn minute...IT'S THE ELEMENTS!!! FIRESTORM AND WATERMAN...WHAT ARE THEY DOING BACK OUT HERE?!

DD: Well...

VJ: Francine's Elements...they won the tag titles earlier on tonight, and now they're headed back down to ringside!

DD: Well maybe we're gonna get our surprise after all, Vince! Oh Johnny...

VJ: J-Dogg...he just spotted those two monsters at ringside...Firestorm and Waterman heading down here...oh no! Look out Johnny...

DD: Get em boys...

VJ: OH! FIRESTORM HITS THE RING, AND GUNN IS RIGHT ON HIM! STOMPING AWAY...THOSE BOOTS TO THE TOP OF THE HEAD...OH! But Waterman right in on him!!! Waterman...J-Dogg trying to fight him off...

DD: Eh eh! I don't think so, Vince!

VJ: Yeah, you're right, unfortunately, as these two monsters! These two men just mauling J-Dogg in that ring!

DD: They're all over Gunn like the last chicken wing at a fat chick convention! I love it!

VJ: J-Dogg being pummelled in that ring! J-Dogg...after that tough battle with Xavier being beaten to a pulp by the new Tag Champions...

(Crowd chants "MURDA MURDA MURDA, KILL KILL KILL")

DD: What the hell?!

VJ: These fans...obviously chanting for the Elites...as J-Dogg...OH! They're just having their way with him! The former Universal Champion being absolute taken apart as...

**IT'S TIME...IT'S TIME...IT'S...VADER...TIME!!!!!!***

VJ and DD: WHAT THE HELL?!??!?!

(The arena lights drop, a red hue covers the arena, and familiar theme music begins to play over the PA system. The crowd ERUPTS as a large figure steps out from the locker room)

DD: OH MY GOD! VINCE...

VJ: THAT'S VADER!!!!!!! VADER IS HERE!!!!!!! VADER IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!

DD: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE, JOHNSON?!

VJ: VADER...WE HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN MONTHS!!!!! VADER IS ON HIS WAY TO THE RING...THIS CROWD IS GOING CRAZY AND VADER! MY GOD, VINCE...

DD: Ron...Firestorm...you might wanna GET AWAY right about now!

VJ: Vader on his way to the ring, and we know how Vader feels about Francine! We know how he feels about the Enterprise! Vader hits the ring now...and now, tough guys! Now what?! Now what?!

DD: Now wait a minute, Johnson...this...this isn't fair?!

VJ: Here's a surprise I can guarantee that Francine wasn't expec--SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!

DD: HAHA!!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!?!?!

VJ: HE SPLASHED J-DOGG!!! VADER JUST SPLASHED J-DOGG!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE??!?!

(The music dies down, and the camera focuses on the entrance, where we see Francine walk out from the locker room with her briefcase in hand. The crowd boos wildly in the arena as they begin to catch on)

DD: Vince...you know what I think...

VJ: Vader...Francine is here! Francine is actually...don't tell me...

DD: HAHA! SURPRIIIIIIIIIISSSE!!!!! HAHAHA!

VJ: I can't believe this!!! Vader...Vader is the surprise! Vader is Francine's surprise! I can't believe this! I cannot believe that son of a...Vader off the ropes...OH!!!! ANOTHER SPLASH RIGHT ONTO J-DOGG! THAT'S 450 POUNDS RIGHT DOWN ACROSS THE CHEST AND RIBS OF GUNN, AND LOOK AT FRANCINE! SHE'S LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF THIS!

DD: I'm loving this, too, Vince! This is great! What a surprise!!! I'm shocked!

VJ: Francine into the ring now...as Vader...you see the Elements looking on here, as Vader...holding J-Dogg for Francine...what in the hell has gotten into him...OH! Vader holding J-Dogg...allowing Francine to slap him...and she did it again! What a disgusting woman!

DD: Please Vince! That's a REAL woman...and one of the brightest minds in the game! I love it!

VJ: Oh, what is Vader doing now?! Lifting J-Dogg up now...Vader...just dropping J-Dogg down in the corner! What is he planing to do here, Dave?!

DD: He could be planning to put J-Dogg out for good!

VJ: Oh no...Vader climbing the ropes! Vader...we've got officials out there...OH WAIT JUST A MINUTE!

DD: HAHA! Did you see that?!

VJ: Francine...she just nailed one of the officials with that briefcase! There you see Waterman and Firestorm! They're clearing out the other officials as Vader...climbing the ropes above J-Dogg...that's 450...450 pounds of buffalo...Vader...look out, Johnny...look out...

DD: VAAADER BOOOOMB!!!!!!!!

VJ: OH! RIGHT DOWN ACROSS THE CHEST OF JOHNNY GUNN!!!!!!!!!!!! VADER...I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, FOLKS! I AM IN TOTAL...DAMN IT, VADER...NO! DAMN IT...HE'S GOING UP AGAIN!

DD: Yes! Yes! Do it again!

VJ: Francine...the Enterprise once again trying to keep these officials at bay, as Vader goes up a second time! J-Dogg is prone on the mat, damn it, Vader! Don't do it again--DAMN IT! HE DID IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

DD: HAHA!

VJ: A SECOND VADER BOMB TO J-DOGG!!!! Francine looking on...taunting J-Dogg! Taunting her former client! This crowd is stunned! They can't believe it! They're absolutely stunned!

DD: Yeah! Well no one is more stunned than J-Dogg...how bout that surprise, Johnny?! HAHA!

VJ: oh, you're hideous! Vader...my God, fans, if you remember, it was back in the fall of 2003 when Francine...she actually brought Vader to the UWA...she doublecrossed him! Screwed him outta the Universal Title! Now what I wanna know is why...after all the wars that Vader's waged against the Enterprise...why would he align himself with Francine here tonight?!

DD: Well it's this simple, Vince...the almighty dollar!

(The crowd boos wildly in the background as officials rush the ring to attend to J-Dogg. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Francine pops open her briefcase, revealing thousands of dollars to Vader. He smiles, reaches into the briefcase and grabs a big wad of cash with his right hand. He then raises it high into the air and places his left arm around Francine as his theme music starts up over the PA system once again. He high fives both Elements before they and Francine exit the ring, leaving J-Dogg to be attended to by the officials)

DD: What I tell ya, Vince?! Is Francine not the greatest?!

VJ: J-Dogg has been laid out by Vader! Of all people...VADER! Never in all my years would I have suspected him, as the Enterprise leaves the ring.

DD: This has gotta be the greatest coup in UWA history, Vinnie!

VJ: Yeah well, they had better save up on that money, because I can guarantee that they'll be facing some fines after the abuse of those officials here tonight at Total Annihilation!

(The graphic for T Money/Corino Vs Mass Destruction appears on screen. The fans in the arena pop when they spot the image)

VJ: Well fans...speaking of abuse of officials! We saw what went down earlier on tonight when Steve Corino and T Money did a number on Commissioner Joanie Laurer! The two bastards actually had the gall to lay their hands on the Commish! Well, fans...up next, they do battle with a none-too-happy Mass Destruction, and for those of you who don't know, let's take a look at the events that lead up to this one.

(ANOTHER Highlight Video?!?!??!?! DAAAAAMN! "St. Anger" by Metallica plays in the background, as we take you back to the 12/5/04 edition of FNS, where in a Tag Team Title match, Mass Destruction lose to then-champions Lance Storm and Sean Morely thanks to outside interference from Kevin Taylor. Prior to the match, Taylor had a clause inserted into the contract stating that if Mass D lost the match, they would never again be able to receive a shot at the UWA Tag Title belts. Without the opportunity to challenge for the titles again, Maim and Mangle were faced with a tough decision; would they stay together as a team, making considerably less money without the chance of regaining the tag titles, or would they split up and enter the singles ranks, having to start at the bottom of the ladder and make the climb to prominance all over again. However, a third option presented itself just weeks before the Apocalypse Now PPV, when then-Universal Champion T Money offered the former two-time champs an opportunity to act as his hired mercenaries. Their job was to take out Panther and keep him from making it to the PPV to challenge for T Money's title. For weeks leading into the Apocalypse Now, Panther fell victim to 3-on-1 assaults at the hands of the deadly trio...none of which were able to keep the Champion of Champions down for the count. Finally, the night of the PPV, in an attempt to ensure that Mass Destruction would have no bearing on the outcome of the Universal Title match, Commissioner Joanie Laurer not only barred them from ringside, but she also made the match between Panther and T Money a Hell in a Cell match. And the rest is history! Panther went on to win the match, thus becoming the Universal Champion for the second time. T Money was livid! He verbally attacked Joanie on an episode of FNS, criticizing for signing such a high risk match as Hell in a Cell on such short notice. Steve Corino, who has for months held a grudge against the Commissioner, took T Money's side in the issue, calling for Joanie's immediate dismissal from the UWA. This would wind up getting Corino caught in the crossfire, as Mass Destruction soon arrived on the scene, wanting T Money to pay up for their job done before the PPV. When T Money refused to pay, both he and Corino were assaulted in the ring. The message was simple: either T Money had to pay up, or the debt would be taken out on his ass. Money didn't back down, however. After a 6 Man Tag on the 1/7 edition of the Slam, he and Corino teamed with Enygma to do battle with the team of Mass Destruction and Rage. Rage and Mass D won after Rage scored the pin on Enygma, but the post-match melee saw T Money and Corino leave the former Tag Champs laying, beating them to a bloody pulp and putting both men through tables. Due to the heated issue rising between the four men, Commissioner Laurer took it upon herself to sign a Tag Match between the two teams for Total Annihilation! Who will come out on top?! We'll find out...NEXT!)

Mass Destruction Vs T Money and Steve Corino

(The camera focuses on the ring, where we see the announcer standing with a microphone in hand)

Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...the following tag team contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!!

DD: Oh...I can't wait for this, Johnson!

(Suddenly, two fireballs flare up in the rafters and crash into the Total Annihilation set. "The Bloodline Anthem" by DMX starts up over the PA system and Red, silver and blue spotlights shine upon the entrance. The crowd boos wildly as T Money steps out from the locker room with an angry scowl on his face. He's wearing a brace on his right knee and tape around his left elbow--most likely a result of the injuries suffered in the Cell match from Apocalypse Now. He badmouths a few fans in the front row as he makes his way down the aisle)

Announcer: Introducing first...he hails from Harlem, New York, weighing in tonight at 240 lbs...he is the Harlem Hellraiser...TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MONEEEEEEEEY!!!!!!!

(T raises his arms into the air when his name is announced, and fans toss trash in his direction as he gets closer and closer to the ring. At ringside, he gets up in the face of a fan holding a "Panther Fever" sign before being ushered away by security. He then slides into the ring, again raises his arms into the air and soaks up the boos from the capacity crowd. The music dies down, the arena lights turn a deep red, and "Welcome Burden" by Disturbed hits the PA system. Smoke pours out from the locker room, and flashing yellow spotlights converge on the entrance as Steve Corino appears from the locker room with his arms raised high into the air. He turns to the right side of the arena, drawing boos from that side, then turns towards the left side and receives much of the same. Them, after patting himself on the chest, Corino points both index fingers into the air and starts down the aisle to ringside)

Announcer: His tag team partner...hailing from Philadelphia, PA...weighing in tonight at 225 pounds..."The King of Old School"...STEVE CORINOOOOOOO!!!!!!

(When Corino reaches ringside, he climbs upon the apron, turns towards the main camera with a slight smile, then steps through the ropes, where he goes face to face with his tag partner T Money. The two engage in a brief staredown before talking over strategies for the match)

VJ: There you see them. T Money and Steve Corino...different styles! Different ways of life! T Money, the street thug, embraces that hip hop lifestyle, Dave! He is the living embodiment of the new school, while Corino, he's made it his mission to bring old school values back to the UWA! Corino more of a brawler, while T Money, as we've seen in the past, is well-versed in submission wrestling! They're so different, yet their common thread is the Universal Title! Both men former champions! Both men feel that they would still be Champion today if not for the involvement of Joanie Laurer...

DD: And both men are right! And I saw that little propaganda video Tech Katz rolled a minute ago...suggesting that this little match is all about money owed to Mass Destruction by T Money! Well lemme tell ya, T Money doesn't owe them a thing! He hired them to do a job and they DIDN'T GET IT DONE! Simple as that! And what makes matters worse is that that corrupt little...that Joanie has only set this match up to try and end the careers of T and Corino! To try to silence the voices of truth!

VJ: Will you be serious?!

DD: Oh, I'm as serious as a heart attack, and Johnson, deep down inside, you know its the true! Well Joanie's gonna be in for a rude awakening tonight, because I promise...no...I guarantee that tonight, Maim and Mangle are gonna be the ones who get ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED! This is all gonna blow right up in her face!

VJ: We'll see about that!

(The music dies down, the lights return to normal, and Corino and T Money walk over to a far corner and continue to talk stategy. Suddenly...

***VROOOM!!! VROOOOM-VROOOOOOOOOM!!!!***

...the sound of motorcycles reving can be heard in the background, and the crowd goes wild as the arena lights drop. The sound of crackling fire can be heard by the Total Annihilation entrance...getting louder...and louder...and louder...untill...*FWOOOOOSH* a burst of flames ignites in front of the set. "Intoxication" by Disturbed hits the PA system, flashing red and yellow spotlights swarm the arena, and Maim and Mangle ride out from the locker room on their motorcycles. They stop at the top of the aisle, Maim with a chain wrapped around his neck and Mangle with a 40 in his right hand. He takes a swig from the bottle before tossing it to the ground, shattering the glass. The pair then rev their engines, drawing a loud pop from the crowd before riding down the entrance ramp to ringside)

Announcer: Their opponents...hailing from Asbury Park, NJ, at a total combined weight of 612 lbs, here is the team of Main and Mangle: MASS DESTRUCTION!!!

VJ: There they are, ladies and gentlemen! The Baddest Tag Team on the planet!

DD: Please, Johnson! Without those belts, they ain't worth a pint of piss! And that's all that's gonna be left of them after T Money and Steve Corino get done with them...HEY! WATCH IT SKANKHOLE!

(As Mass D ride around the ring, Maim raises the steel chain above his head and begins swinging it around, almost taking out the announcers in the process. As T Money and Corino look on intensely from the ring, the two ride their bikes back out to the bottom of the aisle and prepare to park them. They shut their engines off, and as Maim kicks out his kickstand, Corino and Money suddenly slide out to the floor and...)

VJ: HEY WAIT A MINUTE! CORINO AND MONEY FROM BEHIND...

DD: HAHA!!!

VJ: DAMN IT!!! DOWN GOES MAIM! MANGLE DOWN AS WELL...OH NO!

DD: DID YOU SEE THAT, JOHNSON?!?!?

VJ: CORINO KNOCKING THAT BIKE ON TOP OF MANGLE! MANGLE...MANGLE IS TRAPPED UNDER THAT BIKE OF HIS...AS T MONEY GOES TO WORK ON MAIM IN THE AISLE! HAMMERING AWAY...RIGHT HANDS TO THE TOP OF THE HEAD! MONEY NOW WITH THAT CHAIN...C'MON! HE'S CHOKING HIM!

DD: This is Mass Destruction, Vinnie! Mass Destruction at its finest!

VJ: The former tag champs being decimated in the opening stages...damn it, Dave! The bell hasn't even rung!

DD: I dunno, Vince! Mass D sure look like they're getting their bell rung here, don't they?!

VJ: Oh that's...we've got officials down here now...trying to get that bike off of Mangle! What a chaotic night this has been, as Corino and Money now...they've got Maim! Money with Maim by that chain...

DD: HAHA! Like a dog, Vince!

VJ: Dragging him down to ringside with that chain! Maim tossed into the ring...

Ding Ding Ding!!!

VJ: And there's the bell! And what shape is Mass D in after that...that sneak attack!

DD: I dunno, Vince, but that might as well have been the dinner bell, because old Maim's fixing to get eaten alive in there.

VJ: Maim is out of it in the ring, as Corino and T Money...both with opposite ends of that chain...c'mon ref! This isn't a no DQ match!

DD: It don't matter, Vince! This is Absolute Destruction! Here we go...

VJ: Maim back to his feet...Money and Corino charging in with the chain--Maim ducks the clothesline...COMES RIGHT BACK WITH A DOUBLE LOW BLOW!!!! CORINO AND MONEY...

DD: DISQUALIFY HIM, REF!!! DISQUALIFY HIM!!!!!!

VJ: Knee to the back sends Corino to the outside! And watch Maim now...handful of hair sends Money into the top turnbuckle, and watch Maim open up here! Right hands...boots...upstairs, downstairs...Maim is absolutely mauling T Money in the buckle! Much to the delight of this capacity crowd!

DD: Get that smile off your face, Johnson! This is just...just...

VJ: Irish whip sends T Money--OOOH!!!!!!!! UPSIDE DOWN!!!!!!!! T MONEY'S BACK JUST EXPLODING OFF THE BUCKLE! T MONEY...T'S HURT...

DD: Watch out, T!

VJ: Back to his feet--AND HE'S NAILED WITH A VICIOUS CLOTHESLINE FROM MAIM!!!!!!! DAMN NEAR TAKEN OUTTA HIS BOOTS THERE! Corino now...back onto the apron...Maim charges in and nails him with a right hand! To the floor goes Corino!

DD: C'mon, Vince! How can you condone this garbage?!

VJ: The same way you can condone some of the atrocities we've seen here tonight, as Money charges in at Maim...WHOA! Drop toe hold...

DD: A wrestling move from Maim?!

VJ: I'm as shocked as you are, as Maim now climbs onto the back of T Money...OH! Hard crossface...catching him right across the nose, and another...Maim is opening up on T Money here! He's got him by the hair now...bringing him back to his feet...

DD: Hey wait a minute, Johnson...he cannot...

VJ: He's got T...

DD: NO!

VJ: HARLEM DEATHLOCK!!!!!! HARLEM DEATHLOCK BY MAIM TO T MONEY!

DD: He cannot do this, Johnson! Not with his own hold...YES!

VJ: CORINO FROM BEHIND WITH AN ELBOW TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD, AND THE HOLD IS BROKEN!

DD: Yes Steve, yes! GET HIM!

VJ: Maim down on the mat, and now look at the double team! Much like we saw with Joanie in the locker room...

DD: Vince, you worthless pervert...

VJ: I'm talking about the attack, moron!

DD: Oh...with you damn Canadians, you never know!

VJ: Referee...get one of em outta there, damn it! It's two on one as Mangle...Mangle still down on the outside after having that motorcycle turned over on him!

DD: And that oughta show that skankhole the dangers of drinking and driving! I hope he learned a lesson tonight!

VJ: Well Maim...God! Corino finally ushered outta there, but the damage has been done, as T Money...OH! Taunting Maim...slapping him in the back of the head!

DD: See Vince...you talk about the Baddest Tag Team in the Planet...they still ain't bad enough for T Money! Look at him...he's laughing at him! What a joke!

VJ: This is no laughing matter, as T Money...bringing Maim back to his feet...short jab catches him in the ribs...there's another one that doubles T over in pain! Maim back to his feet...he hits off the rope--OH! Corino...

DD: HAHA!

VJ: Knee buried right into the small of the back...T Money off the ropes...HE CATCHES MAIM WITH THE MONEY KICK! THE MONEY KICK! THE COVER...1...2...NO! Money able to get the shoulder up before the count of 3!

DD: See, Vince! What did I tell ya! I told ya that these idiots Mass D...oh look in the aisle!

VJ: Wait a minute...they've finally gotten that bike off of Mangle and now Mangle...Mangle being carried to the back!

DD: He's been Mangled, Johnson! Mangle's been mangled! I love it!

VJ: You would, wouldn't you?! Unfortunate situation here for Mass D...as now you see Corino in the ring! The tag was made...

Corino: LOOK AT YOUR PARTNER!!!!! WHERE'S YOU PARTNER, MAIM! (crowd boos)

VJ: Disgusting! Corino taunting Maim!

DD: HAHA! One down...one to go--HEY!