(The UWA revolving globe logo appears on the screen and fades into the background.)

Game Time (Last Sunday)

VJ: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the End Game: The most brutal form of combat the UWA has ever seen. It'll be two teams of 5...2 rings enclosed within a steel cage! The match will begin with two men...a representative of each team will enter this cage and do battle for 5 minutes. The remaining wrestlers from both teams have chosen numbers at random...from 3-10, and after the first five minutes, the remaining superstars will enter at 3 minute intervals based on the number he or she has drawn! Once all 10 participants have entered, the match will begin, and will end when a team member is either made to submit or is knocked unconscious!

DD: And what makes it so important Vince is that the UWA Commissionership is on the line! If Joanie's team loses, Steve Corino will become the official Commissioner of the UWA...

("Mighty D-Block" by Sheek and the Lox plays in the background as clips play of Panther and CM Punk making their entrances to kick off the End Game! Clips include Panther cracking Punk in the head with a chair, grating Punk's head across the still mesh, slingshotting a bloody Punk into the steel, darting him headfirst into the steel cage, then hitting him with the Panther Cutter!)

VJ: Punk is down!! He has been busted! Panther is owning this thing...as the crowd counts down...

Crowd: ...4...3...2...1...BUZZZZ!!!!

VJ: Oh no!

DD: It's T MONEY!!!

VJ: For the next 3 minutes, Panther must try to fight this onslaught...

(Panther immediately goes after T, and initially able to dominate the former Universal Champion, but soon, CM Punk is able to recover, and the numbers game catches up to the Champion of Champions! Strangled with T Money's belt, whipped, darted into the cage by both men, and just beaten bloody by his two advasaries. At the end of the intreval, Panther is whipped into the ropes, but manages to duck a double clothesline using the belt...Panther hits off the other side...)

VJ: OH!!! DOUBLE DROPKICK BY PANTHER! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN, AND IT'S JUST ABOUT TIME FOR OUR NEXT ENTRANT! Hopefully some help for Panther...

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

DD: HAHA! It's Enygma!!!

VJ: Panther must now endure a 3-on-1 assault!

(The three men brutalize Panther! Hitting him with a triple team spike piledriver, hitting him with a chair, again raking him off the cage! Just punishing him!)

DD: Have you ever seen Panther take a beating like this, Vince!

VJ: His face is the proverbial crimson mass!

(We then flash through clips of the later stages of the match, where Panther is hit with a 2X4 by Corino, strangled by Ice Cube, and darted into the cage countless times to the point where he's barely conscious! Finally...in the late stages of the match)

VJ: ONCE AGAIN, WITH THE ICE BREAKER! PANTHER IS OUT...CORINO'S HOLDING JOANIE! MAKING HER WATCH, AND THERE'S THE LETHAL INJECTION!! PANTHER...

DD: He's gonna tap!

VJ: PANTHER'S BLEEDING! HE'S BUSTED WIDE OPEN...

DD: AND HE'S OUT!

VJ: THE OFFICIALS CHECKING FROM THE OUTSIDE...THEY'RE GONNA STOP THIS THING!!! CORINO'S TEAM HAS WON!!! PANTHER HAS LOST!!!

DD: AND IT'S A NEEEEEW ERA HERE IN THE UWA!!!

VJ: DAMN IT!!!!

(The screen turns blood red as a closeup of Panther's fallen body appears on screen. His teammates, Kid Kash, Rage, Lightning, and a teary-eyed Joanie Laurer are looking over the fallen champion as Team Corino celebrates in the background. We get one last image of Steve Corino standing victorious in front of the Game Time set, before we're met by the sound of Memphis Bleek's "Everything's A Go". The IHG opening video plays on screen for a few moments, and the camera opens up to the live crowd in the Savvis Center, where fans are cheering and holding up signs as white and red pyro shoots up from the stage. When the pyro stops, the camera pans the crowd, where fans are cheering and holding up signs such as "Break the Ceiling Down", "Where's Kammy?!", "IT'S VADER TIME", "PANTHER 187" and "Pandora is my stepmom!" The camera then cuts down to ringside, where Rosie Sanchez and Kevin Taylor are sitting at the commentary table)

RS: Two days removed from the most important night in UWA history, the UWA has invaded St. Louis! Over 10,000 fans have jam-packed this magnificant facility for another action-packed edition of In High Gear! I'm Rosie Sanchez, alongside my colleaque, the one and only Kevin Yancy Taylor...

KT: Yes friends! The King of Tuesday nights! The number one broadcast journalist in all the land, and as we saw from that beautiful montage put together by the one and only Tech Katz...IT'S A NEW ERA IN THE UWA!!!

RS: Yes fans! As a result of her team losing the End Game match, Joanie Laurer is no longer the Commissioner of the UWA. We are now...apparently, under the rule of Steve Corino...

KT: And Rosie, you say that like it's a bad thing. I don't see what's so bad about it! I mean...you've been telling me all along how much you hate Joanie. How she's biased! How she ruins your enjoyment of our otherwise fine UWA programming...

RS: I never said that!

KT: Oh pish, woman! Don't deny it now! This is your dream come true! Because Steve Corino is here, and things are getting ready to change for the better...be happy, Rosie! C'mon!

RS: Well...we'll see about that. Later on tonight, fans, we're scheduled to here from the new Commish, Mr. Corino, and we've got quite a night of action here on Gear! Going 1-on-1 here tonight, Kevin, it'll be Lightning and Enygma, two participants in that big End Game encounter at Game Time! That should be an incredible encounter...and...

(Suddenly, the arena lights drop, and "State Prop (You Know Us)" by State Property hits the PA system. After approximately 4 or 5 seconds...

**BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!**

...the Savvis Center is rocked by a HUGE pyro blast, bringing the fans to their feet as flashing red and white spotlights swarm the arena. The lights roam the crowd for a few moments before converging on the entrance, where, through a thick cloud of smoke, out walks Diamond followed by the reigning UWA Universal Champion, Panther. The husband and wife duo are both wearing leather jackets...Diamond's zipped up, wearing tight black jeans and black boots, Panther's loose, wearing a red sweater, shiny, loose-fitting black jeans, black boots and the UWA Universal Championship Belt draped over his shoulder. Additionally, Panther's head is taped up as a result of the beating he sustained in the End Game match at Game Time. The pair walks to the edge of the stage, where, as the horns blare over the PA system, Panther raises the title belt with his right hand, holding it high into the air as white spotlights illuminate the set behind him, then brings it down as the spotlights disperse about the arena. Panther then puts his arm around Di, and the pair starts down the entrance ramp to ringside)

RS: There you see them, fans! The first couple of the UWA, Panther and Diamond...and Panther...say what you will about him, Kevin, I know you don't like him, but you've gotta respect the effort that Panther gave at Game Time! Entering first for Joanie's team, having fight back from a 3-on-1 beating...taking a deadly spike piledriver, an Old School Expulsion, 3 ICE BREAKERS and he kept on coming back before finally succumbing to Ice Cube's Lethal Injection in the end! But give Panther credit, Kevin...

KT: For what?! Credit is reserved for winners! He didn't win, Rosie! See, Panther was one of the main beneficiaries of Joanie's evil, corrupt regime! He championed her cause, fought harder than maybe anyone to help her remain in power...and in the end, what happened?! He let his team down!

RS: Stop it!

KT: no, I won't stop it! Panther lost the match! He FAILED his Joanie Laurer! The fact that she's no longer in power rests on his shoulders and his shoulders alone!

RS: That's ridiculous! Panther...he's out here with Diamond, and he looks to have a lot on his mind, fans!

(Now at ringside, Panther stands on the apron, holding the ropes open for his wife Diamond. She steps through, and Panther follows her in, resting the belt on her left shoulder before walking to the far side of the ring, where he takes a mic from the ring announcer, then walks back towards the center of the ring, where he signals for the Tech Katz to cut the music. The arena lights return to normal and the music dies down as chants of "PANTHER, PANTHER" echo throughout the arena. With somewhat of a sombre look on his face, Panther glares into the crowd and raises his right hand, signalling to the fans to quiet down. They do so, on cue, and after Diamond places her hand on Panther's right shoulder, Panther raises the mic to his lips and says...)

Panther: S...T...L!!!!!!!!!!!

(The crowd EXPLODES, as LOUD chants of "Panther" start up once again. Panther chuckles a bit as the camera cuts to the crowd, where a fan is holding up a sign that reads "PANTHER RULES". Back at ringside, Panther again raises his hand to quiet down the crowd, and as they begin to quiet down, takes a deep, long breath, and continues)

Panther: You know something, STL...these past few days, I've had a whole lot on my mind. I mean...you just saw it on the screen...you saw what went down in the End Game the other night! Now, the past few days, people have been coming up to me! "Hey Panther...great job in the End Game the other night! Ya gave it your all, kid! You fought your hardest! Nice try, Panther!" (Crowd pops in the background) Yeah...well the fact of the matter is that at Game Time...I DROPPED THE BALL!!

KT: YES!!! SEE, ROSIE! EVEN HE ADMITS IT!

RS: Panther...oh my!

Panther: Yeah...I dropped the ball! Before I went into that cage the other night, I had a little talk with Joanie! As many of you know, we've been friends for a long time...sometimes a little more than friends, but make no mistake about it, this woman...Joanie is very dear to me! And when we spoke in the back...I told her...I promised her that there would be no way, NO WAY that I would allow her to lose that match! I promised her that when all was said and done, we would come out on top, and she would still be the Commissioner of the UWA. And...well...to be frank, fans...I let her down! (crowd boos) Yeah, you should boo, because if not for me, if I didn't pass out, Joanie would still be in power, and fans, believe me when I tell you that I take full responsibility for what happened then, and for everything that you're forced to endure as long as Steve Corino remains in power around here.

RS: Panther...Kevin, he's being too hard on himself.

KT: No, for once, the man's speaking THE TRUTH! The result of the End Game, the loss for Team Laurer rests solely on Panther's shoulders! It's the truth, Rosie!

Panther: Now fans, I've been thinking...thinking about how I let Joanie down, and...well...lately, I've had a habit of letting my friends down. While I was busy with Corino...with T Money, and CM Punk, another one of my friends was made to suffer. For the past few weeks, Darkest Desires...(crowd pops) my wife's tag team partner and another good friend of mine...Dark's life has been made a living hell at the hands of Lance Silva. She's been forced to be his "love slave"...been forced to serve him in every way, and by allowing this to go on, fans, I feel as if I'm letting Dark down as well! I feel as if I'm betraying our friendship, and for that, Shelly, I do apologize! Now fans...there's really not much I can do to change what happened at Game Time...but Dark...if you can hear me, don't you worry, because I'm gonna make it up to you, girl, and it all starts right here TONIGHT in St. Louis! (crowd pops again)

KT: What's he getting at, Rosie?!

RS: Panther...I dunno, Kevin! Panther's got something planned for tonight.

Panther: You see, Lance...I know you're in the back...I saw you here with Dark, and what I want you to do right now is bring your ass down to this ring, because I'm challenging you to a match right here tonight!!!! I want you to come out here and go 1-on-1 with the ALMIGHTY Champion of Champions!! (crowd pops) I want you tonight, Silva, and if you've got the guts, the intenstinal fortitude...hell, son, if you've got the HAIR ON YOUR NUTS, not only will you face me here tonight, but you will put Dark on the line! In other words, if I win...Dark is no longer your slave, Dark regains her freedom, and you will NEVER, EVER come near her again! What about it, Silva?!

(The crowd cheers in the background, and another chant of "Panther, Panther" starts up as Panther begins pacing back and forth around the ring)

KT: Now wait just a minute, Rosie, who does Panther think he is?!

RS: Panther making a challenge to Lance Silva!

KT: What goes on between Silva and Dark is none of his business!

RS: How do you figure that?!

KT: Panther's business is that Universal Title! Panther's job is to defend that title against he top contenders here in the UWA!

RS: But Dark is his friend!

KT: So what?! See Rosie, just remember...THIS IS WRESTLING, not Pee Wee's Playhouse! If Panther got into this business just to make friends, I'd suggest he goes and finds himself another occupation! He needs to keep his mind on the title and not concern himself with what's going on between Silva and Desires!

Panther: Lance...I don't have all night, man! Either you can bring your ass down here, or I can come back there and beat your ass! One way or another, Dark's getting her freedom back tonight on Gear!!!

KT: I cannot believe this, Rosie!

RS: Panther...demanding to face Lance Silva here tonight...

(Suddenly, "Bodies" by Drowning Pool hits the PA system, and the crowd begins to boo loudly. Red, yellow and green spotlights begin to roam the arena, and smoke pours out from the locker room as Francine walks out onto the stage followed by none other than Ice Cube.)

KT: Oh, now wait a minute! That's not Lance Silva, Rosie!

RS: No shit, Kevin! Panther...he called out Lance Silva, but look who he's getting...

KT: He's getting the man that put him out at the PPV! He's getting the man that ended the regime of Joanie Laurer! He is getting the crown jewel of Francine's Enterprise...he is getting ICE CUBE!!!!!!!

(The crowd boos as Cube and Francine head down the ramp to ringside. When they reach their destination, Francine climbs upon the apron, flicks her leg into the air [garnering a few whistles from the male fans], then drapes it over the middle rope, as she holds the ropes open, allowing Ice Cube to enter. Panther and Diamond look on intently as Cube pulls himself to the apron, steps through the ropes and walks out towards the center of the ring with a cocky smile on his face and a microphone in his right hand. Chants of "Asshole, Asshole" echo throughout the arena, causing Cube to laugh)

RS: Ice Cube and Panther now going face to face...what's this about, Kevin.

Cube: Panther...Panther, Panther, Panther! (chuckles)

Panther: Look...I don't have time for your shit, so either you can get your ass outta my ring, or I can have your ass taken outta here on a stretcher! Take your pick!

(The crowd cheers wildly in the background, as Cube laughs cockily at the Universal Champ)

Cube: Aww...c'mon, P! Is that any way to talk to your old buddy Ice Cube?! After all we've been through over the years! After the Dynasty! The NFWA! All we've been through, and you come out here and treat me like this! Gee...you really are a bad friend!

(Panther starts towards Ice Cube, but Diamond holds him back. The crowd boos in the background, as Cube continues)

Cube: You know...the only reason I came out here tonight was to check on you, Panther. To see just how you're doing after...well...after I beat your ass at the PPV the other night! (crowd boos) Oh, c'mon, guys! I left this man laying in the middle of the ring...a broken man...a bloody mess! To say this man was a crimson mass is the UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR!!! Now Panther...(Panther starts towards him) wait a minute, man! Now wait! I'm not out here to fight, Panther! I'm really concerned...I really do care about your well being...because Panther...when I left you in that cage the other night...when I BEAT YOU in that cage the other night...I officially became the #1 contender for your Universal Title! And P, I care about your condition, because at SlamFest, when I get my shot at you, boy, I want you to be at 100%! I want you to be in tip top shape! I want you to be in your very best condition...so when I beat you...and I take that title from around your waist...P...there will be no excuses! You won't be able to claim any injuries! It'll be me, proving what I've known all along, Panther...and that's that you, at your very best, Panther...CAN NOT BEAT ME!!!!!!

(The crowd boos in the background, and Panther turns towards Diamond and takes a deep breath. Ice Cube then grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around, causing Panther to raise his fist in anger. Cube immediately backs down, however, holding up his hands in an effort to try and calm Panther down)

Cube: Hey, hey, hey! Just chill, dude! Just chill! I only wanna tell you one more thing. See...you like to talk about letting people down...you like to talk about your failures. Well look into this crowd, Panther! Look at these fans! Your fans! I can hear them, Panther! Each and every last one of them out there...they'd love nothing more than to see you go off and whoop my ass in this ring right now! (crowd pops)

RS: Hell! I'd like that!

KT: You would, the little street urchin that you are! You've got no class!

Cube: Yeah...they'd all love to see you beat my ass, BUT THEY'LL NEVER SEE IT! See, Panther, you need to get used to disappointing people, because that's 10,000 more tonight, and millions more watching around the world as you fail one more time at SlamFest!(laughs) St. Louis...you may not like it, but right now, you might as well get used to the sound...because ladies and gentlemen...YOUR NEXT UWA UNIVERSAL CHAMPION...ICE...MOTHERFUCKING...CUUUUUUUUBE!!!!!!! (loud boos)

KT: Well said...well said...OH!!!!! WHAT THE...

RS: PANTHER CUTTER ON CUBE!!! PANTHER...

KT: That little bastard!!!!

RS: Panther's just laid out Cube with the Panther Cutter! Ice Cube is down...and look at Francine!!! Francine riding the back of Panther...Francine trying to choke out the Universal Champ...

KT: And make no mistake about it, Rosie! THAT IS HEART! THAT IS DETERMINATION...THAT...THAT...

RS: That's just plain stupid...Diamond's got Francine! Diamond yanking Francine off the back of Panther...and she's got her by the hair! Diamond...

KT: Let her go, you filthy witch! Let her go!

RS: What's she gonna do...oh! Diamond dragging Francine into the buckle...Ice Cube is out like a light, and Diamond...

KT: C'mon, no! She cannot...

RS: She's got her setup...

KT: She can't do this to Francine...

RS: DIAMOND DROP!!!!!!!!! FRANCINE HAS BEEN SPIKED...AND THESE FANS ARE GOING CRAZY!!!!!!!!

KT: THESE SICK ANIMALS!!! FRANCINE IS NOT A WRESTLER! SHE HAD NO BUSINESS--GET 'EM GUYS!!!!!!!!

RS: Oh it's the Enterprise!!! The Elements and Vader hitting the ring, and Panther and Diamond getting outta dodge! Panther and Diamond--OH!

(Pyro explodes from the ringposts as "State Prop (You Know Us)" starts back up over the PA system Panther and Diamond meet at the ramp, and Panther raises the Universal Title belt into the air as Vader points at him from the ring)

RS: Oh my goodness, ladies and gentlemen, what a way to kick off Gear!!! Panther and Diamond...they have left Ice Cube and Francine laying...

KT: And look at them run away like the cowards they are! And these are the wrestlers these inbred fans look up to! Panther and Diamond...I can see why they're married! These cowards absolutely deserve one another!

RS: The Enterprise checking on Francine in the ring...fans...Panther has made a statement! And remember the challenge made to Lance Silva, fans!!! Panther wants Silva here tonight...Dark's freedom on the line, fans, don't go away! Still more IHG to come!!!

***Commercial for the replay of Game Time...this Thursday night at 8 eastern! Call your local cable company to re-live the magic, or see for the first time the most important PPV in the history of the UWA***

(The scene cuts backstage, where we see Ice Cube and the Enterprise arguing with UWA officials)

RS: Fans, we're back here on Gear! Rosie Sanchez alongside Kevin Taylor, and backstage, there you see Ice Cube, who, as we found out before the break, will be going to SlamFest to face Panther for the Universal Title!

KT: Yes, and not only that, but the man was brutally and senselessly assaulted by that coward of a Champion, and his...his...floozy of a wife!

RS: Please! Ice Cube is livid, folks, but if you missed it, that's not the only development we had before the break! Panther has made a challenge to Lance Silva, the Light Heavyweight Champion! He has DEMANDED that Silva put Darkest Desires' freedom on the line in a match here tonight! Fans, our cameras have yet to track down the Light Heavyweight Champion, but rest assured, as soon as we find him, we WILL bring him to you, and we will hear his answer to Panther's challenge!

Shyanne Vs Trinity

("Keep It Down" by Kelis hits the PA system as a dim red hue covers the arena. A bright pink spotlight flickers on the entrance, and the crowd boos in the background as Trinity walks out on stage with her arms raised high into the air. She struts down the entrance ramp, sneering at a few fans in the front row before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. She bounces off the ropes a few times, before the music dies down, and DMX's "Party Up" hits the PA system. The crowd instantly comes to its feet, as bright pink spotlights flood the arena, and Shyanne steps out from the locker room to a standing ovation. She walks out to the edge of the stage with a smile on her face, soaking up the crowd reaction before jumping into a wide-legged stance and pumping her fist into the air to rile up the crowd. She then raises her arms into the air before starting down the ramp to ringside)

RS: There she is, folks! The one and only Shyanne! The former 3-Time UWA Women's Champion, ready to lock up against Trinity, and Shyanne has made it known in recent weeks that she wants another shot at the Women's Title, Kevin.

KT: The only thing she's shown me is that she, like that damn Panther, doesn't know how to mind her own damn business! I mean, you saw what she did at the PPV! If not for her, Deadly Candy would be the Women's Champion again!

RS: Please, Kevin! Alyssa Sanders tried to cheat her way to victory at the PPV, and all Shyanne did was intervene to prevent that!

KT: That's not the way I saw it! Alyssa had the match won, when this two-bit hussy brought her hindparts down to ringside to screw her out of the belt! And why is that, Rosie?! It's because she's jealous...

RS: Oh please!

KT: Oh, you know it's true! Shyanne is jealous because she's not as pretty as Alyssa, she's not as talented as Alyssa, and in the ring, she knows that she'll never be able to beat Alyssa!

RS: Well she's fixing to go 1-on-1 with Alyssa's sometimes-tag team partner, Trinity! Trinity and Alyssa were the second team to hold the UWA Women's Tag Team belts...and this should be a great match right here tonight!

(Now in the ring, Shyanne confers with referee Stephanie Jenkins as the music dies down and the arena lights return to normal. She then walks out to the center of the ring and goes face to face with Trinity as the music dies down, and referee Jenkins calls for the bell)

Ding Ding Ding!!!

RS: There's the bell, and this one is underway. Shyanne and Trinity...squaring off in the center of the ring. Collar-and-elbow tie-up...Trinity gains control with the side headlock, Kevin! And look at her...cinching up on the hold as Shyanne...looking for a way of escape! And here it is...Trinity shoved into the ropes...coming off--SHOULDERBLOCK and Shyanne goes down!! Trinity into the ropes again...Shyanne back to her feet--AND GETS MOWED RIGHT DOWN WITH ANOTHER SHOULDERBLOCK!!

KT: Hehe!

RS: Trinity off the ropes a third time...Shy back to her feet--drop down, Trinity goes up and over...off the other side now, comes Trinity, this time Shyanne goes up and over with the leap frog! Trinity coming back again--OH MY! HIP TOSS by Shy takes Trinity up and over! Trinity right back up...and right into an armdrag takedown by Shy! And there you see her cinching up on that armbar, Kevin! Shyanne with Trinity grounded...she is in control!

KT: Yes, but don't get your hopes up, Rosie! Shyanne need not get overconfident, for you see, it's still early in this match! This thing has just begun...and will you look at the stage!

RS: Oh no! That's Deadly Candy...

KT: yes! The true goddess of the UWA Women's Division! Alyssa Sanders...the rightful UWA Women's Champ!

RS: Now what business does she have out here?!

KT: I don't know, Rosie! What business did Shyanne have getting involved in Alyssa's match on Sunday?!

RS: I don't like this, folks! Alyssa getting closer and closer to ringside as Shyanne...I think she just spotted her!

KT: And will you look at the fear in those eyes, Rosie! Shyanne KNOWS she's in the deep doo doo now!

RS: Well..OH! Yank of the hair by Trinity sends Shyanne straight to the mat...and there's a HARD boot right to the top of the head of the former Champion! And another! A third! Trinity opening up here!

KT: HAHA! Look at her go, Rosie!

RS: She's going indeed! Trinity brings Shyanne back to her feet...Hard slap to the face sends Shyanne reeling back into the ropes! Irish whip...reversal by Shy sends Trinity into the ropes...coming off, Trinity ducks the clothesline...off the other side now--OH MY GOODNESS! Headscissors takeover nearly sends Shyanne out of the ring! Shyanne in some real trouble here as Trinity...there's a big dropkick, and Shyanne goes tumbling out to the arena floor...much to the chagrin of this capacity crowd!

KT: And take a look, Rosie! You say Shyanne wants to be the Women's Champ again! Well first, she needs to prove that she has what it takes to beat Trinity! Regardless of who you are...man, woman or child, with the competition in the UWA being as high as it is, you cannot afford to look past a challenger, because one loss, Rosie...one loss can cost you big!

RS: And what is Alyssa doing?!

KT: Why what do you mean, Rosie?!

RS: Alyssa Sanders is standing over Shyanne on the outside...and there you see referee Jenkins now, admonishing Alyssa from the ring!

KT: Oh come now! She's just looking!

RS: Yeah, she's looking for a good place to stick a knife right in Shyanne's back. Shyanne's getting back to her feet here...and look at her...eying Deadly Candy...ever so cautiously...

KT: But watch Trinity! Keep you eye on her--

RS: FROM THE RING--BASEBALL SLIDE SENDS SHYANNE RIGHT TO THE FLOOR! Trinity using the distraction from Deadly Candy to her advantage!

KT: And whose fault is that, Rosie?!

RS: Alyssa has no business being out here!

KT: So what?! Shyanne's opponent is Trinity...not Alyssa, and she's finding that out the hard way right here!

RS: Trinity climbing the ropes as Shyanne...on the outside trying to regain her bearing...watch this...

KT: Here we go, Rosie! Grace and beauty...

RS: OH MY GOODNESS!!! MOONSAULT FROM THE SECOND ROPE BY TRINITY!!! SHYANNE IS DOWN!! SHYANNE IS DOWN, AND THIS CROWD DOESN'T LIKE IT!

KT: Why not?! That was simply amazing!

RS: It was impressive indeed, as Trinity now...rolling Shyanne back into the ring!

KT: And I think she's about ready to finish her, Rosie!

RS: You may be right! Trinity from the apron...slingshot into a leg drop! That could do it...1...2...NO! Shyanne able to shoot that shoulder off the canvas before the count of three...and Trinity's right back on her! Right hands...HARD, HARD right hands to the head of Shy!

KT: That'll knot up that pretty face of hers quickly, Rosie!

RS: Sho nuff! Shyanne back to her feet here...Trinity with the front facelock...AND SNAPS HER OVER WITH A SUPLEX!!! Trinity with the cover...2...and...NO! Shy able to get that shoulder up once again...and there's the reverse chinlock by Trinity! She's got it locked on...as Alyssa looks on intently from the arena floor.

KT: And I can guarantee you that Alyssa is loving every moment of this, Rosie! She realizes that Shyanne's in line for a title match, and a loss here would knock her right out of contention. It would more or less solidify Alyssa's claim of the #1 contendership spot!

RS: Well this crowd beginning to make noise! They're trying to rallying behind Shyanne...

KT: Are you sure?! I thought I heard a few Trinity chants out there!

RS: You wish! This arena is solidly behind Shyanne...and it appears to be working here! Shyanne trying to fight back to her feet, Kevin...she's back up to a knee...

KT: Put the pressure on, Trinity! Come on!

RS: She's trying, but it appears to be doing no good, as Shyanne fires off a hard elbow right to those washboard abs of Trinity's! There's another hard elbow to the gut...A THIRD AND THE HOLD IS BROKEN! Shyanne now...OH! She tried to run to the ropes, but Trinity with a handful of hair yanked her right down to the mat!

KT: Smart move! She took the crowd right out of the match...

RS: And she may be about to take Shyanne out right here! She's got her set up for a wheelbarrow suplex...

KT: This'll be all...HEY!

RS: SHYANNE!!!!!!!!!! MY GOODNESS...SHYANNE...COUNTERING THAT WHEELBARROW INTO A BULLDOG! ALMOST A DOGG'S BITE THERE! Trinity is down! Alyssa from the floor...she doesn't look happy at all!

KT: And I don't blame her!

RS: Shyanne back to her feet...Shyanne is fired up, and will you listen to this crowd, Kevin! Trinity back to her feet...

KT: Watch it Trinity--OH!

RS: Hard right hand caught her right in the top of the head...Shy follows up with a second! Irish whip sends Trinity into the rope...coming off--she tried for that headscissors once again but look at Shy...muscling her up over her shoulder...

KT: That takes strength there! I've gotta admit...

RS: RUNNING POWERSLAM PLANTS HER RIGHT INTO THE CANVAS! Hook of the leg by Shyanne...1...2...SHE...no! Just a two!

KT: Yes, and if Trinity expects to walk away from this one with a win, she'll need to do something fast!

RS: Handful of hair brings her back to her feet...there's a hard chop by Shyanne...and another one! A third sends her back into the buckle! And watch Shyanne now...mounting Trinity...as Alyssa looks on from the outside...

KT: Oh really! How unprofessional is that?!

RS: Shyanne pointing at Alyssa...she just said "This one's for you!"

KT: That worthless little...OH!

Crowd: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!

RS: 10 huge right hands to head of Trinity...and watch Shyanne...monkey flip out of the buckle sends Trinity right out to the center of the ring! The Champ is feeling it, Kevin! She is on a roll!

KT: Yes, and I wish that little tramp would roll right out into a busy highway! Save us all some grief...

RS: Stop it! Trinity back to her feet...CLOTHESLINE BY SHY MOWS HER RIGHT DOWN!!! Trinity right back up...and she gets caught with another one!! Shyanne is red hot, Kevin! She's worked this crowd into a frenzy, and she may be about ready to finish this off! Shyanne off the ropes--HEY! Alyssa just grabbed Shyanne's ankle! What the hell...?!

KT: Now calm down, Rosie! Being the well-meaning individual that I know she is, I'm sure that Ms. Sanders was just informing Shyanne that her shoelaces were untied...NOW WAIT JUST A MINUTE! GET YOUR HANDS...

RS: Shyanne's got Alyssa...she's dragging Deadly Candy up to the apron...

KT: Now this is just uncalled for! Is this anyway to treat a woman who possibly saved you from serious injury?!

RS: Shyanne has Alyssa on the apron...Shyanne about to nail...watch Trinity from behind...

KT: Get her Trin--NO!

RS: SHE CAUGHT ALYSSA!!! ALYSSA JUST KNOCKED TO THE FLOOR BY TRINITY! AND WATCH SHYANNE...HURRICANRANA BY THE FORMER CHAMP!!! AND THIS ONE COULD BE ALL...COVER...1...2...THRRRRR--AH NO! Just a two!

KT: how dispicable can you get?! And these fans never cease to amaze me with how sick and bloodthirsty they can be!

RS: Shyanne brings Trinity back to her feet--OH! Rake at the face of Shyanne...and there's a clubbing blow right to the back of the head that knocks Shyanne right to her knees...as Alyssa Sanders looks on from the floor.

KT: Poor thing. She may have a broken jaw, Rosie!

RS: And well-deserved if you ask me! Irish whip by Trinity...reversal by Shyanne sends her hard into the buckle! Shy charges in...OH! sHE GOT CAUGHT! Trinity with the sunset flip...shades of Jack Brisco...there's 1...2...SHYANNE ABLE TO KICKOUT AFTER TWO...AND THIS ONE GETTING QUITE COMPETITIVE, KEVIN!

KT: And it's one that Shyanne is coming out on the losing end of! Look at this...

RS: Trinity with Shyanne now...knee right to the side of the head sends Shyanne to her knees...and another one has Shyanne in some trouble here! Trinity off the ropes...coming off...SHYANNE CAUGHT HER! SHYANNE...

KT: Watch it Trinity--OH!

RS: HOT SHOT!!! Trinity just dropped throat-first off the top rope! Trinity's out on her feet...and watch Shyanne here...boot to the midsection...she's got her hooked...

KT: No no! No...

RS: BUTTERFLY SUPLEX TAKES HER OVER!!! That could be all, folks! Shyanne with the cover...there's 2...

KT: WATCH ALYSSA...

RS: DAMN!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!! (crowd boos)

Announcer: Here is your winner, as a result of a disqualification: Shyanne!!!!!

RS: Shyanne wins this thing via, DQ!

KT: But look here, Rosie! She sure doesn't look like a winner, now does she?!

RS: Most certainly not! Alyssa Sanders hammering away...this spiteful little bitch is attacking Shyanne...

KT: Now wait a cotton-pickin' minute, Rosie! Remember it was Shyanne who started all of this malarchy! It was Shyanne who cost Alyssa Sanders the Women's Championship at Game Time...

RS: That is not what happened!

KT: Oh come now, Rosie! That's the way I saw it, and being the world-class broadcast journalist that I am, I can't be wrong!

RS: Well right now, Alyssa Sanders is all over Shy! She's got the former Champion now...by the hair...THE SWEET DREAMS! ALYSSA TRYING TO LOCK IT ON--NO!!! Shyanne shoves her into the ropes...Alyssa coming off--THESZ!!!!!!

KT: What?!

RS: BIG THESZ PRESS BY SHYANNE...AND LOOK AT SHY GO! RIGHT HANDS TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD...

KT: Watch her face, darn it! Watch her face!

RS: Referee Jenkins--OH! She just got knocked on her ass by Shyanne...and look at Shy, Kevin! She's pissed the hell off! And that doesn't bode well for Alyssa Sanders!

KT: Watch it, Alyssa! Watch it...

RS: Alyssa back to her feet..SHY RUNS RIGHT THROUGH HER WITH A CLOTHESLINE! Alyssa back up...and she gets mowed down a second time by Shyanne! Alyssa is down...and Shyanne's got her...she's got her by the hair! This crowd is going crazy...

KT: Now wait a minute, darn it! This isn't a match...

RS: Shyanne dragging Alyssa back to her feet! And look at the fire in her eyes, Kevin! She may be getting ready to tear Alyssa limb from limb!

KT: Can we...CAN WE GET SOME HELP OUT HERE DARN IT?!?!?!

RS: Alyssa back to her feet...Shyanne's got her hooked! She's got those arms--DAMN IT, IT'S TRINITY FROM BEHIND!

KT: YES!!! YES!!! T-N-A LIVES!!!!!!!

RS: Trinity and Alyssa! The former Women's Tag Team champions...AND LOOK AT THEM GO TO WORK ON SHYANNE!! IT'S A 2-ON-1 SITUATION IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! DAMN IT, C'MON!!!

KT: Yes! Yes! Beat the devil outta her, Alyssa! Come on!

RS: That's exactly what she's trying to do as she mounts Shyanne...look at her hammer away! Right hands...hard right hands to the head...referee Jenkins trying to pry her off--TRINITY SHOVES HER DOWN AGAIN!!! I can't believe this!

KT: Believe it, Rosie! See, right now, Alyssa Sanders and Trinity...they're giving Shyane exactly what she deserves!

RS: I can't...Alyssa now taking off her belt! What the hell is she...what is she thinking?!

KT: I think I know! She's about to beat Shyanne like the worthless dog that she--

RS: IT'S TINA!!!

KT: WHAT?!

RS: TINA FROM THE LOCKER ROOM! TINA HITS THE RING...

KT: WATCH IT ALYSSA!!!!!!!

RS: CLOTHESLINE!!!!!!! TINA WITH A CLOTHESLINE JUST RAN RIGHT THROUGH DEADLY CANDY! AND WATCH THE CHAMPION!! TINA AND TRINITY! TINA AND TRINITY! THE FORMER FRIENDS COLLIDE!

KT: What a no good--OH!

RS: EUROPEAN UPPERCUT SENDS TRINITY TO THE MAT! And watch Alyssa back to her feet...SHE GETS FLOORED WITH A HARD FOREARM SHOT! AND ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER! Tina's got that belt...

KT: Oh no! Now wait a minute...

RS: Tina with that belt! She's got Alyssa on the run...now look at this--

KT: OH MY GOD! NO!

RS: TINA!!! TINA WHIPPING ALYSSA WITH THAT BELT...AND ALYSSA'S TAKING THE HIGH ROAD!!! Alyssa getting outta dodge, and this crowd is on its feet!!!

KT: What a bunch of lunatics! Especially that darn Tina! I mean...what kinda woman beats another woman WITH A BELT?!?!? A FRIGGIN' BELT FOR GOD'S SAKE!

RS: Alyssa getting out of dodge, as Trinity...Trinity's been left all alone in the ring! Tina and...

KT: Leave her alone you witch! Leave her alone...

RS: The look of fear in Trinity's eyes as Tina advances! Tina...Trinity's offering the hand of friendship...

KT: Yes! Remember, Tina! She's your friend!

RS: What a load of...Trinity wants to kiss and make up, and Tina's not gonna buy it! Tina...OH! Boot to the midsection of Trinity...Shyanne from behind! Shyanne...Tina and Shyanne...they've got Trinity!

KT: Don't you...unhand her you no good--OOOOOH!

RS: TRINITY FOR THE RIDE!!!!!! UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE OUTSIDE SHE GOES!!! And there you have it! Tina and Shyanne standing side by side, and this crowd is absolutely loving it!!!

("Party Up" hits the PA system, and the crowd goes wild as Tina raises Shyanne's hand in victory. On the ramp, Alyssa Sanders looks on with a look of spite in her eyes)

RS: There you have it, folks! Shyanne picking up the win as a result of a DQ! Shyanne and Tina standing tall, and Deadly Candy doesn't like it one bit!

KT: Well just you wait, Rosie! Just you wait! Things are only getting started between Alyssa and Shyanne...and Tina as well! This thing isn't over by a longshot!

RS: I would suspect so!

(The camera cuts backstage, where we see Vader and Francine walking through the hallways. Francine is holding a big blue icepack against her head, and both look mad as hell as they storm through the backstage area WITH PURPOSE~!)

KT: Oh my goodness, Rosie! Look what they've done to Francine!

RS: Francine still feeling the effects of the Diamond Drop, and she is not happy about that! Fans...don't go away! When we come back, it'll be Vader going 1-on-1 with none other than Roadkill! In High Gear will be right back after this commercial break...STAY WITH US!

***Commercial***

UWA Rewind

Game Time (Last Sunday Night)

VJ: J-Dogg is down, and watch Vader! He's going up for the Vader Bomb!

DD: This is it! This is it Johnson!

VJ: Vader...HE MOVED!

DD: What?!

VJ: J-Dogg able to roll outta the way at the last split second...and now watch J-Dogg! From the apron...

DD: What in the world...

VJ: ARABIAN PRESS!!!!!!!!!!! J-DOGG...HOOK OF THE LEG...2...HE GOT HIM!!!!!! HE GOT HIM!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!!

Announcer: Here is your winner..."J-DOGG" JOHNNY GUNN!!!!!!!

VJ: J-DOGG!!!! J-DOGG PICKS UP THE WIN!!!

****

VJ: OH NO WATCH VADER! Vader from behind...attacking J-Dogg...

DD: Look out...

VJ: NO!!! NO!!!!!

(The crowd boos wildly in the background, and chants of "Holy Shit, Holy Shit" echo throughout the arena)

VJ: VADER JUST POWERBOMBED J-DOGG OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE! GOD AS MY WITNESS J-DOGG IS DEAD!!!!!!!

(***LIVE ACTION*** The scene opens backstage, outside of Lance Silva's dressing room, where we see the Light Heavyweight Champ and his "love slave", Darkest Desires, standing alongside UWA interviewer Mike Tenay. The pair appear to be arguing in the background, as Tenay speaks)

Tenay: Fans, I've caught up with the Light Heavyweight Champion, Lance Silva! And Lance...this earlier tonight, we heard the challenge made...we heard Panther challenge you to a match right here tonight on Gear! If he wins, Darkest Desires will be set free from your control, and Lance, I'd like to get your response to Panther's challenge.

Silva: My response?! (chuckles) Mike Tenay...nothing I could ever say could adequately express my feelings on the challenge that Panther laid out earlier tonight! Therefore, Panther, instead of me addressing you, it'll be your..."friend"...a/k/a...my LOVE SLAVE (crowd boos) Darkest Desires...responding to your little challenge! Go ahead...lay it on him Dark!

(Silva grabs Dark by the arm and shoves her in front of him, drawing loud boos from the crowd. Dark sneers in Silva's direction before turning towards the camera and pulling out a set of index cards. She then looks down, and begins to read aloud)

Desires: (monotone) Panther, in response to your challenge to my...

Silva: (shoves Dark) SAY IT LIKE YA MEAN IT!!!!

Desires: (glares EVILY in Silva's direction)...in response to your challenge to my...my love bucket...my...my...

Silva: Say it!

Desires: (through clinched teeth)...my love machine...the man who has introduced me to true...sexual...(shudders) sexual bliss...Lance Silva...

(The crowd boos wildly in the arena, as Silva mugs for the camera. Mike Tenay looks at Silva in disgust as Dark continues)

Desires: Panther, being the non-talent, curtain-jerking jobber that you are, I consider it a step down for my...my...(shakes her head in disgust) Lancey-poo to even fathom stepping in the ring with you. However, DEARY...(crowd pops for Dark's catchphrase), if you want Lance in the ring THAT badly, then we'll accept your challenge...but ONLY if you put...(switches card) your Universal Title on the line right here tonight in St. Louis! (Crowd pops)

KT: HAHA! Lance is a genius, Rosie! I taught him well!

Desires: However, St. Louis...do not get your hopes up! We all no what type of person Panther is...he's...he's...(looks at Lance)

Silva: (shoves Dark again) SAY IT!!!!!

Desires: He's a worthless...pathetic...GUTLESS human being! He is a coward, an embarrassment of a champion, and knowing him as well as I do...(switches card) I can guarantee that there's no way that Panther would ever agree to put the title on the line, because he knows and I know that Panther is no match whatsoever for my...my...(Silva looks at Dark scornfully) for my Human Sexual Paradise...(crowd boos)

RS: You have got to be kidding me!

KT: And she means EVERY word of it, folks!

Desires: But Panther...if somehow, someway...you miraculously grow the balls to accept our challenge, and put that title on the line, then tonight...(switches card), my Lance will not only take your title, he'll take your pride...he'll take whatever dignity you have left, and most importantly, he'll take me on a wild ride that I'll...(rolls eyes) I'll never...ever...forget!

(Dark tosses the cards down in disgust and the crowd boos in the background as Silva wraps his arms around her and plants a big kiss on her cheek. Tenay simply shakes his head and extends the mic towards Silva's lips)

Silva: Dark...I couldn't have said it better myself. So Panther, it's as simple as this...you can either give me the shot...you can put that Universal Title of yours on the line...or your little friend here stays with me forever and ever. It's up to you, Panther, because either way ya look at it, it's a winning situation for me! Dark...let's you and me go...(winks) warm up!

(The crowd boos once more as Lance grabs Desires by the arm, drags her into his dressing room and slams the door shut)

Tenay: There you have it from the Light Heavyweight Champion, and my apologies for expressing bias but if Panther does choose to except that title match for tonight...I sincerely hope that Lance Silva doesn't leave this arena breathing! (crowd pops) Fans...let's take you back to ringside to Rosie and Kevin!

Vader Vs Roadkill

***IT'S TIME!!!! IT'S TIME!!! IT'S...VADER...TIME!!!!!!!!***

(The crowd boos wildly in the background as Vader walks out onto the stage, followed by the battered and bruised Francine. He actually rips off a piece of the IHG set and tosses it into the crowd before he and Francine start down the entrance ramp to ringside)

KT: Rosie...can you believe the complete lack of class shown by that moron Mike Tenay?!

RS: Excuse me?!

KT: You heard him! "I hope Lance Silva doesn't leave the arena breathing!"

RS: Well I don't blame him! In all my years, I can't recall too many things as dispicable as what Lance Silva has done to Dark!

KT: And let me remind you for the umpteenth time that Darkest Desires has no one to blame for this but herself. I mean face it, Rosie...no one forced her to challenge Lance for the Light Heavyweight title! No one forced her to sign that contract! It was her choice. She made the bed, and now Silva's making her lie in it...and maybe even a little more than that, if you catch my drift.

RS: Yeah, I catch it alright...hopefully, Silva will get his a little later on. But right now, fans, there you see Vader and Francine. Francine still the worse for wear after her confrontation with Panther and Diamond earlier tonight, and Vader...he's in a foul mood after a loss to "J-Dogg" Johnny Gunn at Game Time.

KT: Yeah! J-Dogg won, but he sure didn't come out looking like a winner, did he?

RS: Certainly not. Vader powerbombing him over the top rope to the outside. For that reason, J-Dogg is not here tonight.

(Now in the ring, Vader hits back and forth off the ropes as alternating red and white spotlights shine on the ring. The music dies down, the lights return to normal, and "Super Bon Bon" by Soul Coughing starts up over the PA system, drawing a pop from the crowd. The camera focuses on the entrance, where Roadkill, the Angry Amish Chicken Plucker, appears on stage. He tips his hat for the crowd before starting down the ramp to ringside, where an anxious Vader awaits.)

RS: This is a return bout from a few weeks ago. If you remember, prior to Game Time, Roadkill actually picked up a win over Vader...

KT: Thanks to interference from Johnny Gunn. Tell it like it is, Rosie!

RS: Well, yes. J-Dogg cost Vader that match, and Vader is angry.

KT: Newsflash, Rosie. Vader is ALWAYS angry. The only pleasure he gets is in inflicting harm on a human being. And Roadkill has been unfortunate enough to have given Vader a motivation to crush him.

RS: Roadkill...on his way to the ring...

(At ringside, Roadkill slides under the bottom rope, only to be met by a falling elbow drop by Vader. The music dies down and referee John Finnegan calls for the bell)

Ding Ding Ding!!!

RS: Oh...Vader not wasting any time...

KT: Heh. He didn't even allow him to get his hat off, Rosie!

RS: Vader...dropping repeated elbows to the back of the neck of Roadkill. Fans, make no mistake about it! Roadkill is no slouch! He's a very very tough individual!

KT: But he's not tough enough for Vader! Look!

RS: Oh! Vader muscling Roadkill back into the buckle, and look at him go to work! Those right hands...left hands. To the ear! To the side of the head! To the temple! Roadkill being worked over, much to Francine's delight! Vader now...there's an Irish whip...Roadkill to the opposite buckle...Vader follows him in WITH A BIG AVALANCHE!!!!!!! That's 452 pounds up against the chest of Roadkill! Roadkill...out on his feet...and Vader with a short-arm clothesline sends him straight to the mat!

KT: I tell ya, Rosie. Roadkill...that name may be appropos after Vader gets done with him here.

RS: You may be right...OH! Another elbow drop right to the sternum of Roadkill. Vader...back to his feet--AND ANOTHER ONE! Roadkill's being mauled in there, much to Francine's delight!

KT: Yes, and as much as Francine and I disagree, that makes me happy! I'm glad to see her smile after the dastardly deeds of Panther and that...wife of his earlier on!

RS: Roadkill dragged out to the center of the ring...and look at Vader! Vader's measuring him...

KT: Francine's smile's fixing to get a little bit wider, Rosie--NO!!!!!

RS: OH!!! ROADKILL GOT THE KNEES UP! ROADKILL...

KT: Vader! Oh...poor Francine!

RS: Vader caught those knees right to the chest! This could be just the opportunity that Roadkill needs! Watch Roadkill...back to his feet...

KT: Vader, look out!

RS: HARD right hand to the side of the head! And another! A third sends Vader into the ropes! Irish whip...Vader with the reversal sends Roadkill in...Roadkill coming off--OH!!!!! HIGH FLYING CLOTHESLINE, AND DOWN GOES VADER!!! AND LISTEN TO THE CROWD, KEVIN! This crowd is behind Amish Roadkill, and Roadkill's feeling it! He's feeling it! Watch Vader...back to his feet--boot to the midsection by Roadkill! He scoops him up...

KT: OH SWEET JESUS!

RS: BODY SLAM!!!! Roadkill...

KT: That's 450 pounds he just did that to!

RS: What strength by Roadkill! Vader is reeling, as Roadkill...he's now ascending the turnbuckles! Francine looks frantic on the outside...

KT: I don't blame her! Get up Vader!

RS: Vader's trying to get back to his feet, but look at Roadkill! The big man...he could pull off another upset here!

KT: Vader...AHHH!

RS: HIGH CROSS BODY CONNECTS!!!!!!!!!!! COULD IT BE...1....2...3--OH!!!!!!! NO! Just a two! JUST a two! How close was that?!

KT: Too close, if you ask me! Vader may have come into this thing a little TOO motivated, Rosie!

RS: Roadkill just a half second away from the pin there as he yanks Vader back to his feet...another hard right hand by Roadkill...a knee to the gut has Vader reeling! Roadkill with Vader set up...there's an Irish whip, Vader with the reversal...Roadkill coming off--OH!!!!!!

KT: RIGHT INTO THE VADER BOMB!!! HAHA!

RS: Roadkill...no small man, but no matter how big or bad you are, you're gonna feel that! And look at that look on the face of Vader!

KT: Oh, I see it, Rosie! Vader...as mad as he was coming into this thing, Roadkill's only made him madder, and that won't work in Roadkill's favor!

RS: Definitely not! Roadkill's down! Roadkill's on the mat, and watch Vader...Vader off the rope...BIG SPLASH DOWN ACROSS THE CHEST OF ROADKILL!!! Hook of the leg...2...3! That's all!

Ding Ding Ding!!! **Cue Vader's theme!

Announcer: Here is your winner: VAAAADERRRRRRR!

RS: And just like that, it's over! The Man they call Vader picks up the win...

KT: With EASE, might I add!

RS: Well...Roadkill...he came close on that cross body, but I have to agree with you, Kevin. Vader not working up much of a sweat as he avenges his loss from a few weeks back! And Francine...she looks pleased!

KT: Oh, she's pleased alright...but Vader...Rosie...

RS: Wait a minute! What's he...what's he up to?!

KT: I dunno, Rosie! I think Vader may have just been getting warmed up!

RS: Vader to the outside...he just tossed the timekeeper outta that chair, and now he's headed back into the ring...damn it, c'mon! Roadkill...Roadkill is down...

KT: And again I say, he's getting ready to earn that name of his the hard way, Rosie!

RS: Vader back into the ring...Francine's got the ref! C'mon...c'mon no!!!!!!! NO!!!!!

KT: HAHA!

RS: Vader just nailed Roadkill right in the back with that steel chair!!! And again...damn it, again!!! Vader...he's wearing Roadkill out! He's beating the hell outta Roadkill with this chair, and these fans don't like it a bit!

KT: Who cares! I'm loving this! This is quality entertainment, Rosie!

RS: And look at that bitch Francine...preventing the official from helping out as Vader brings Roadkill back to his feet! Vader with Roadkill...oh no! No...

KT: This is what put J-Dogg out at the PPV!

RS: Vader with Roadkill...POWERBOMB!!!!! Roadkill just driven into the mat...he's been folded up like a damn book, and why?!?! For what reason is Vader doing this?!

KT: Being the unintelligent street urchin that you are, Rosie, I wouldn't expect you to grasp the concept, but to make a long story short, Vader is sending a message! He's sending it to Panther...sending it to J-Dogg! Sending it to the entire UWA...and he may be on the verge of sending Roadkill to the emergency room!

RS: Can we get some help out here?! Vader's dragging Roadkill towards the buckle. Roadkill is down...he is not moving a muscle as Vader...c'mon no! Vader's climbing the buckles! Vader...c'mon, let's get some help out here!

KT: Hush, hush! Rosie! Just sit back and experience the fun! FEEL THIS MOMENT!

RS: Yeah, well Roadkill won't like what he's about to feel here! Oh...VADER BOMB!!!!!!!!!! VADER BOMB!!! THAT'S 452 POUNDS DOWN ACROSS THE CHEST OF ROADKILL...AND VADER...whatever message he was trying to send here, Roadkill...he got the message loud and clear, I assure you!

(Vader's theme hits the PA system as the huge mastadon hovers over Roadkill's mangled body. We cut to a close-up of Vader, as he turns to a nearby handheld cam with a look of intensity)

Vader: You see, J-Dogg...this...is only...THE BEGINNING!!!!!!! GAAAAAAME TIIIIIIME has just...BEGUN! WOOOF! WOOF! WOOF!

RS: He is sick!

KT: He's a monster! Pay attention, J-Dogg. If you thought what happened at Game Time was bad, you ain't seen nothing yet!

(The camera cuts backstage, focusing on a door with a sign that reads "STEVE CORINO" on it. Inside the arena, the crowd boos at the sight of the door)

RS: Well, fans...I'm being told that when we return--

KT: KEVIN YANCY TAYLOR has a very special treat for you! When we return, I will bring to you, LIVE and in living color...the NEW era of the UWA! It's another KYT exclusive, fans! The Commish! Steve Corino! I'll bring him to you when we return!

***Commercial***

NFWA SLAM of the Night

Game Time (This Past Sunday)

VJ:...CORINO'S HOLDING JOANIE! MAKING HER WATCH, AND THERE'S THE LETHAL INJECTION!! PANTHER...

DD: He's gonna tap!

VJ: PANTHER'S BLEEDING! HE'S BUSTED WIDE OPEN...

DD: AND HE'S OUT!

VJ: THE OFFICIALS CHECKING FROM THE OUTSIDE...THEY'RE GONNA STOP THIS THING!!! CORINO'S TEAM HAS WON!!! PANTHER HAS LOST!!!

DD: AND IT'S A NEEEEEW ERA HERE IN THE UWA!!!

VJ: DAMN IT!!!!

(***LIVE ACTION*** We cut back to ringside, where the ring is covered in red carpet. Another long red carpet extends from the locker room, all the way down the entrance ramp, and out to ringside. Standing in the ring, with a microphone in his right hand and a cheesy grin on his face, is none other than Kevin Taylor. The crowd boos loudly as the camera zooms in on him)

KT: HELLLLLOOOOO St. Louis! It is I, the KING of Tuesday nights, The #1 broadcast journalist on the planet, and, yes friends, the most intelligent man in ALLL of the UWA...KEVIN...YANCY...TAYLOR! (crowd boos) Yes friends, and once again, I am here to provide you lovely people with yet another KYT EXCLUSIVE!

("KYT Exclusive" flashes in the lower right hand corner of the screen, as the crowd boos in the background. Taylor continues to grin before continuing)

KT: Ladies and gentlemen...as you all know by now...it's a brand new era here in the UWA! (crowd boos) This past Sunday night in the End Game, we saw the complete and utter destruction of perhaps the most corrupt regime in the history of the universe! I'm talking Nixon levels, fans...heh, what am I saying? Compared to this regime, Nixon looks a saint! (crowd boos) Under the helm of one Joanie Laurer, the UWA was a cesspool, and day by day, this company and the wrestling industry as a whole was descending into deeper and deeper into the depths of hell! But alas, friends...there was a light at the end of the tunnel! There was a savior on the horizon, and this past Sunday night, he saved us all! He saved the UWA! He shattered the glass ceiling once and for all, and with it, he shattered Joanie Laurer's evil, evil regime! And now, fans, he comes before you tonight as the NEW Commissioner of the Universal Wrestling Association! (more boos) Wrestling fans around the globe, please show your appreciation for The King of Old School...STEEEEEEEEVE CORRRIIINNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

(The crowd boos wildly as "Welcome Burden" by Disturbed hits the PA system. Red and yellow spotlights fill the arena as Steve Corino steps out from the locker room with a huge smile on his face, clad in a 3-piece suit with his bleached blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail. He raises his arms into the air as red and yellow fireworks go off in the rafters. Trash flies from the crowd into Corino's direction as he walks down the red carpet toward the ring, with red and yellow balloons and confetti starting to fall as he gets 3/4 the way down the ramp. He pulls himself upon the ring apron, enters the ring and approaches Kevin Taylor, who greets him with a big handshake and hug. The crowd boos as the music dies down, and the confetti and balloons continue to fall. Chants of "Asshole, Asshole" begin to break out across the arena. Corino takes the mic from Taylor and begins to speak)

Corino: Thank you, Kevin! Thank you for that moving introduction. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. (Sniffles/wipes eyes) Words can't even describe what I am feeling at this moment, fans. I mean...(wipes eyes again) I just think back to the day I first set foot in a UWA ring...and I think about just how...how horrible this place was! I mea...THIS PLACE WAS A CESSPOOL!!!! (crowd boos) The Universal Wrestling Association under the helm of Joanie Laurer was without a shadow of a doubt a black eye on this business! A black eye on the wrestling industry, and it was with great ambition that I first came to the UWA, hoping to bring to this company and this business as a whole the respectability that it so dearly needed! And St. Louis, it's been a long, trying road! I just think back over the last year of my life...all of the toil...all of the sweat, all of the sacrifices that I put in to give to you people, for once, a wrestling organization that we can all be proud of! And after Sunday Night in the End Game...I can now say...(voice cracks) with a tear in my eyes...I DID IIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!! I DID IIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!

(Corino raises his right fist into the air and falls to his knees, pretending to break down into tears. The crowd boos wildly as Kevin Taylor walks over and pats him on the back.)

RS: These people don't sound too appreciative of all Corino's "hard work," that's for sure.

(The sound of popping balloons are heard in the crowd as Corino pulls himself back to his feet, trying to gather himself. Once back to his feet, he clears his throat and waves to the crowd, garnering more boos)

Corino: Excuse me...this is just...just so emotional for me! (crowd boos) At this time, fans, I would like to take a moment to thank all of the people who have stood by me and supported me in my quest to restore the good name of professional wrestling. These men and women...all moral, upstanding citizens that I am damn proud to call good friends of mine! I'm talking people like...Enygma! (crowd boos) People like...CM Punk! Straight-Edge, baby! (louder boos) People like Ice Cube...the man that put Panther down at the End Game to give us the win! The man who I personally endorse in his bid to become the Universal Champ! Ice Cube, buddy, I owe you so much! (more boos) And of course...my good friend and close ally...the man who helped me put this whole thing together...T Money! (ROARING boos from the crowd) I'd like to thank you all! None of this could've been possible without you guys! I love you all!

RS: What an insincere jackass! I'm sure this asshole doesn't even believe a word he says.

(The camera focuses on a sign in the crowd that reads "WE WANT JOANIE" before cutting back to the ring, where Corino is seemingly fighting back tears once more. He sucks it up, though, pounding his chest with his right fist and continuing to speak)

Corino: And now, fans...without further ado, allow me to welcome you to the NEW ERA of the Universal Wrestling Association! Hell...not just a new era for the UWA, but a new era in this business as a whole! And unlike the last era, which served only to benefit a select group of people...the Steve Corino era of the UWA will be an era for you, the people! Everything I do, every decision I make, you can rest assured that it will be done with the best interests of you, the fans, in mind! And I will do that by making sure that you get the best damn wrestling action in the world! Just think about it...for once, you people will be able to watch a wrestling company...to watch all your favorite talents and not have to worry about them being held back by a glass ceiling! You won't have to worry about politics coming into play, because everything I do will be without bias! (crowd boos) St. Louis, and fans around the world, I enter this position as UWA commissioner with an uncorrupted heart, and I will run this company with complete and total impartiality! My personal feelings and associations will not, I repeat...WILL NOT color my judgments. And just to prove my point...I'd like to call someone out to the ring right now!

RS: Huh? What's this about?

Corino: I would like to call out the now FORMER Commissioner of the UWA! (crowd pops) JOANIE!!!!! Heh! Joanie Laurer, I know that you're here! If you can hear the sound of my voice, then sweetheart, just come on down to the ring, because I've got a proposition for you!

(The crowd begins to clamor in the background, not knowing just what to expect)

RS: Joanie?! Steve Corino's calling Joanie out to the ring. I personally haven't seen her since Sunday night...I don't even know if she's here, but what does Corino want with her? What does Steve Corino want with the former Commish...

(Suddenly, the main riff of Christina Aguilera's "Fighter" kicks in, bringing the crowd to its feet. The crowd gives a huge ovation as the camera focuses on the entrance, from which Joanie Laurer appears with a look of fury in her eyes.)

RS: There she is! There's Joanie! She's here, and look at that look on her face, fans! Joanie is not a happy woman here tonight in St. Louis!

(Joanie eyes Corino intensely as she moves down the ramp with purpose, looking as if she may rip Corino to shreds as soon as she gets within reach of him. Upon reaching ringside, she slides into the ring and darts straight for him, but Corino takes a step back, extending his hands forward to keep her at bay.)

Corino: Wait a minute, Joanie! Wait a minute...I didn't come to fight!

(Joanie is seething as she eyes him from across the ring, her fists cocked and ready to strike. Her image on the Hexatron is enough to incite a chant of "FUCK HIM UP JOANIE, FUCK HIM UP" *CLAP CLAP*. She remains calm, though--at least momentarily--choosing rather to wait for what Corino has to say.)

Corino: I didn't ask you out here for trouble, Joanie! I asked you to come out here to give us a chance to bury the hatchet. You see, like I said...I will not let my grudges...my personal feelings about anyone here in the UWA effect the decisions that I make as UWA Commish! That includes anybody in the back, and Ms. Laurer...that includes you! So what I've called you out here for, Joanie, is...simply to let bygones be bygones! I mean...just because I crushed and destroyed you and that sorry regime of yours, Joanie...there's no reason for us to have hard feelings! Don't you agree?! (crowd boos) Of course you do! Now listen...I'm here tonight to call for a truce between you an I! I'm asking you to put all that bad blood...all of the animosity behind us for the sake of the UWA! Because in order for the UWA to evolve, we need to look forward--TO THE FUTURE--not dwell on what's gone down in the past. See Joanie, as much as I don't like you, I am willing to do business with you in order to keep this company strong! Hell, you know what...Joanie, I'm even willing to keep you on here in the UWA in a front office position! You'll still be apart of the office...wouldn't you like that?!

(Joanie eyes him warily, her hands dropping down to her sides as she tries to decipher Corino's sell. The crowd boos as Corino looks at her and smiles)

Corino: Just think about it, Joanie...just to show how generous I am...I am willing to keep you on...AS MY OWN PERSONAL ASSISTANT!!!! (crowd boos wildly)

RS: Oh please!

Corino: Don't you think that'd be just peachy, St. Louis?! Huh?! (snickers) Just think about it, Joanie! You'd have it better than the majority of the roster here in the UWA! You'd be able to work alongside me...filing papers...taking my phonecalls...opening my mail...hey...and if you're really lucky...if I'm in a good enough mood, then maybe...just maybe...I'd even be generous enough to let you shine my shoes! Wouldn't that be great?! (crowd boos) And all because I'm such a generous guy! I mean...really Joanie, think about it: THIS IS THE JOB FOR YOU! You still get to remain in the front office, and what's better is that you don't have to stress that pretty little head of yours with all of the problems and toils that come with the Commissioner's position! Think about it, Joanie! The position could be yours...all you've gotta do is shake my hand!

(The crowd voices its disapproval once more as Corino extends his left hand to Joanie. She just rolls her eyes and looks at him with the fans in the background urging her not to accept. Corino begins to grow impatient)

Corino: Well...are you gonna shake it or not?! This type of offer doesn't come along everyday, Laurer!

RS: Can you believe the audacity of this man?! What an irritating...loathsome little...and what's Joanie doing?! Don't tell me...she's not thinking about shaking his hand, is she?!

(Corino extends his hand forward once more, as Joanie, after taking a dep breath, throws her hands up and nods her head in an affirmative gesture. Corino, Taylor, and the fans look somewhat surprised.)

RS: Are you kidding me?! Joanie...Joanie saying "ok"! Joanie...she is not gonna...I don't believe that she would...

(The crowd begins to boo once more as Joanie steps forward and...SHAKES CORINO'S HAND! He's got a smile on his face a mile wide)

Corino: Heh...and there you have it, fans! Let the NEW era of the UW--HEY...(THUD)

RS: OH!!!!!! JOANIE WITH A SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE TO CORINO!!!!!!! Joanie Laurer just leveled the new Commish, and watch Corino! Corino's getting back to his feet! Joanie's lining him up for something...OH!!!!!!!!!! LOW BLOW!!!! TRADEMARK JOANIE LAURER LOW BLOW, AND THE COMMISH IS DOWN!!!! THE COMMISH IS DOWN, AND LISTEN TO THIS CROWD GO WILD FOR JOANIE!!!!

("Fighter" kicks in over the PA system once more as Joanie raises her hands into the air, getting another huge pop from the crowd before sliding to the outside and starting back up the ramp. In the ring, Taylor quickly attends to the fallen Caroino)

RS: This crowd going absolutely crazy for Joanie! Giving her the respect that she deserves, and you've gotta admire her! You've gotta admire her principle! You've gotta...

Corino: CUT THE MUSIC!!!! CUT THE DAMN MUSIC OFF!!!!

(Joanie has just reached the stage when, at Corino's behest, her music is cut off. The crowd boos as Corino tries to stand in the ring, but ends up dropping back to his knees, clutching at his groin.)

Corino: JOANIE!!!!!! JOANIE...OW! (cringes) I...I think you broke my urethra!!!! YOU SEE!!!!!! DO YOU PEOPLE SEE NOW WHAT TYPE OF PERSON SHE IS?! DO YOU PEOPLE SEE THAT THIS...WOMAN ISN'T FIT TO RUN A WRESTLING COMPANY?! (sighs) Joanie, I gave you a chance! I tried to let bygones be bygones, but you didn't want that to happen! You had to go and put your hands on me! Well you know what, St. Louis, get a good look at that Ms. Laurer one more time, because you will NEVER see her on UWA television again! Joanie, get your bags...get your things, because sister...YOU'RE FIRED!!!!!!!! FIRED!!!!!! F-I-R-E-D!!!!! FIIIIIRRRRRRED!!!!!!!!

(The crowd boos in the background as on stage, Joanie glares down at ringside, a smile beginning to form on her face. Then, she throws up her hands and gives Corino double middle fingers, before turning around and storming back to the locker room. In the ring, Taylor tries to help the wounded Commish back to his feet.)

RS: One final act of defiance by Joanie Laurer...my God, I can't believe this! Corino is our Commissioner, and Joanie has officially been fired...unbelievable! Just unbelievable!!!!!

(We cut backstage, where we see Lightning walking through the hallways. The crowd pops inside the arena when his image appears on the tron)

RS: Well, ladies and gentlemen, don't go away. When we return, it's one-on-one matches, as Lightning and Enygma--two participants in that big End Game battle at Game Time the other night--they'll square off when we return!!!

***Commercial***

UWA Rewind (2)

Game Time (This Past Sunday)

VJ: T Money with Lightning set up for a piledriver--NO!!!! Lightning with a double leg takedown! T Money down...Lightning cinching up on those legs...

DD: Oh my gosh, T! No...

VJ: OH MY!!!! T Money just slingshot into the steel!! T Money...

DD: Look at his nose!

VJ: T Money's nose may have just been completely shattered!

***LIVE ACTION*** We hear the faint sounds of "The Bloodline Anthem" being played over the PA system as we see an angry Joanie Laurer walking through the backstage area.)

RS: Fans, we're back on Gear. Rosie Sanchez alongside Kevin Yancy Taylor, and for those of you just tuning in, we have a new UWA Commissioner. His name is Steve Corino, and just before the break, he ushered in a new era in the UWA by firing Joanie, our former Commissioner!

KT: Now you wait just one cotton-pickin' minute, missy. You're trying to paint the man as if he was some kind of cold, callous individual. Did he or didn't he give Joanie Laurer a chance to remain on with the company? Did he not offer Ms. Laurer a nice, cushy office job as a way of putting the past behind them?

RS: Cut the crap, Taylor. You and I both know that he had no intentions of keeping Joanie on! He knew that she wouldn't accept that job...

KT: But he gave her the choice. Joanie could've kept herself employed, but she refused Corino's offer! It's because of her stubborness that she's out on the streets, and all that I can say, Rosie, is GOOD RIDDANCE!

RS: Yeah, well Corino may have taken her job away, but one thing he'll never be able to take is that woman's pride.

KT: Oh please.

(We cut out to ringside, where T Money is headed toward the commentary table)

KT: Enough with that sob story! You want to talk pride...well here's a man who should be mighty proud right about now! T By God Money...and T, my friend, it's good to have you here.

(Money approaches the table and shakes Taylor's hand. He then grabs a headset and puts it on)

RS: T Money...one of the members of Steve Corino's team in the End Game this past Sunday.

T Money: Damn right! And lemme take a moment to holla at my boy Corino! We came into the End Game the other night and we did exactly what we said we was gonna do! We came in and we broke that glass ceiling down! And whether y'all like it or not, y'all damn sure gotsta dig it!

KT: Oh, I dig, alright, T! I dig!

RS: Yeah, well even in victory, your team didn't come out unscathed, as we saw a moment ago. T, you--unfortunately--suffered a broken nose at the hands of Lightning...

T Money: It was a lucky shot, Rosie! Nothin but a lucky shot! See, anybody who saw that match knows that from the time I stepped in that cage, I was serving up Thug ass whoopins non-stop! And instead of showing my greatest moments, instead of showing all the big shots I got in, those fake-ass producers in the back wanna focus on the one little shot that Lightning got in on me!

KT: I agree with you, T! And I, for one, think it's a crying shame the way these leftovers of Joanie Laurer's corrupt regime have treated you! Let's just hope that under the reigns of Steve Corino, these riffraff will be able to get their act together.

T Money: Yeah, it doesn't even matter, cuz I'ma get my hands on Sparky's punk ass in due time, and I'ma tell y'all right now that all the luck in the world won't be able to save him from what I got planned.

RS: We'll see about that.

Lightning Vs Enygma

("The Bloodline Anthem" fades out over the PA system and "Evil Deeds" starts up. The arena slowly fades to black, the arena turns a deep green, and smoke begins to pour out from the locker room as Enygma steps out onto the stage, stoically looking into the crowd before walking down the ramp to ringside. He Slides into the ring and stares down the ref, sending him scurrying into a corner. Then, he turns and removes his trenchcoat before turning to the entrance and awaiting his opponents arrival. The music dies down, the arena then goes pitch black, and the heavy rifts of Metallica's "Ride the Lightning" can be heard over the PA system. The arena erupts as flickering red and yellow spotlights sporatically roam the arena. A cold win blows towards the entrance, actual raindrops begin to fall from the rafters, then...*BOOOOM* a HUGE lightning bolt strikes right at the top of the aisle, driving the fans into a frenzy. Red spotlights emit through the entrance as Lightning appears through a thick cloud of smoke, wearing a black pleather trenchcoat, with a slight smile on his face. He looks into the crowd for a moment, then scours the arena before starting down the aisle with purpose. Once at ringside, he climbs up the ring stairs and enters the ring, walking out the its center, where he goes face-to-face with Enygma. The two men eye one another down momentarily before Lightning raises his arms high above his head and brings them down, causing lightning bolts to fire up from the ringposts. The crowd pops HUGE as the lights slowly return to normal. We momentarily cut out to the announce position, where T Money rolls his eyes)

RS: There he is, fans! The former UWA Universal Champion, and T Money, you seem somewhat agitated.

T Money: Yeah, well look at this asshole, Rosie! With his fancy little lightning bolts and what not...like that's supposed to mean something. He ain't shit!

KT: I concur wholeheartedly.

RS: Well T, I'd just like to remind you that you were invited out here to commentate and do that alone!

T Money: Wha...what's that sposed to mean? You tryna accuse me or somethin?!

RS: No--

KT: That sounds like what she's doing to me, T! Shame on you, Rosie!

T Money: Lemme tell you somethin, Rosie! Anytime I wanna, I could get at Lightning's ass, but I ain't gotta do it tonight, because I know that my boy Enygma got this shit right here locked! I'ma just sit back and watch as Enygma kicks Sparky's ass, and whatever's left of him after this match, you betta believe that the One Man Killin Spree is gonna be there to pick up the pieces. (Looks up at Lightning) What?! Whatchu lookin' at???!

(Lightning is glaring down at him from the ring as he hands his coat over to one of the ringside attendents. Noticing Lightning's attention is diverted, Enygma rushes him from behind and knocks him to his knees with a double axehandle blow. The crowd boos in the background as referee Jim Jonathan calls for the bell)

Ding Ding Ding!!!

RS: The bell has sounded and this thing's underway! Enygma going to work on Lightning, and T Money, you've got a smile on your face!

T Money: Yeah, because that shows just how stupid he is! Out here paying attention to me...I mean, I know I'ma handsome dude and all...

RS: (rolls eyes)

KT: Oh pish, Rosie! Don't think we don't see you checking him out over there!

T Money: Yeah, you know you want some of that Thug Love, Rosie!

RS: ...I'll get back to you on that! Right now, in the ring, Lightning's coming off the ropes from an Eygma Irish whip...he manages to duck the clothesline coming off...from the other side--ENYGMA BURIES THAT KNEE DEEP INTO THE GUT! Lightning is down, and watch Enygma...

T Money: DAMN!!!!!

RS: Hard kick right between the shoulder blades by Enygma! AND THERE'S ANOTHER!!!!! AND ONE RIGHT TO THE FACE PUTS LIGHTNING FLAT ON HIS BACK!

T Money: See what I was sayin, Rosie! He don't need my help to beat Lightning! Lightning's the one who's needing the help right now!

RS: Enygma off the ropes, and he drives that knee right into the jaw of Lightning. Cover...hook of the leg...only a two count! You're gonna hafta do a little more than that to beat the former Universal Champion.

T Money: Just give him a minute, Rosie! He gon have him any second now!

RS: Enygma lifting Lightning back to his feet...AND BURIES the knee deep into the gut of the former champion...again! Enygma hits off the rope...swinging neckbreaker puts Lightning down! Cover once again...2...AND ONLY A TWO! Lightning able to shoot that shoulder off the canvas, and now Enygma with a blatant choke in front of the official! C'mon ref!

KT: Calm down, Rosie! Enygma was just practicing his Himelick. I think he'll be needing it here, because...well...we all know how big of a choker Lightning is!

T Money: HAHA!

RS: Cute. Enygma choking him again! The official putting that 5 count on, and he breaks it after 3. Enygma now...Lightning's been unable to get out of the starting blocks here as Enygma scoops him up...and...SLAMS him down to the mat! And now where's Enygma going?! Enygma...headed to the second rope!

KT: He could be getting set to put him away, Rosie!

RS: Lightning's down...Enygma...ready to take flight--OH!!!!!! He got the boot up! Lightning got the boot up, and Enygma caught it right on the jaw!

T Money: Damn it, Enygma...shake it off! Shake it off!

RS: Enygma is out on his feet, and now watch Lightning! Lightning back to his...

KT: Look out, Enygma!

RS: HARD right hand rocks the Mysterious one! And another one sends him back into the buckle! And now watch Lightning! Laying in with the right hands! The boots! Lightning going upstairs, downstairs! Beating Enygma to a pulp, and listen to this crowd here in STL! They're loving it!

KT: Figures they would condone such flagrant cheating, Rosie!

RS: Irish whip by Lightning sends him hard into the buckle! Lightning catches him coming off with a big back drop! Enygma...back to his feet...Lightning off the ropes, and he drops him with a hard clothesline! Lightning off the ropes again...Enygma gets met with another clothesline! These people are solidly behind Lightning! Lightning's got Enygma on the run!

T Money: Damn it, Enygma...look out!

RS: Enygma pulling himself back to his feet, and watch Lightning! Lightning off the ropes--BIIIIG FLYING SHOULDERBLOCK SENDS ENYGMA RIGHT TO THE FLOOR! Right out here by us, and this crowd is going crazy!

KT: Ah, these buffoons!

RS: Lightning...the former Universal Champion seemingly has this crowd in his pocket as Enygma out here by us...trying to get himself together...but watch Lightning, now! Lightning through the ropes and to the outside. Lightning going after Enygma...has him by the hair, trying to lift him back to his feet--HEY WAIT A MINUTE, T! SIT DOWN!

T Money: (to Lightning) WHAT?! WHAT?! YOU AIN'T NOTHING, PUNK! YOU AIN'T NOTHING!

RS: T Money putting the badmouth on Lightning...Lightning's attention diverted again--AND DAMN IT, ENYGMA!!!!! Enygma with a handful of tights pulls Lightning headfirst into the guardrail! I can't believe you, T!

KT: Hey, Lightning is the one who started this, Rosie! I mean, I distinctly heard him come out here and make some off the cuff remarks about T's Aunt Susie!

RS: Oh please. Lightning is down...whether or not he's bleeding, I can't tell, but right now, Enygma's back to his feet and he catches Lightning with a hard stomp to the back of the head! Another. Handful of hair brings Lightning back to his feet, and what's he doing?! Enygma with Lightning--DAMN!!!!! INTO THE STAIRS!!!!! Lightning hit those stairs at full force, and this crowd doesn't like it a bit!

T Money: But I love it! Lightning's punk ass...and he's a former Universal Champion. I don't even know how his sorry ass was even allowed to look at that belt!

KT: Just more proof of the bias exhibited by Joanie Laurer!

T Money: Ahh fuck that ho! She's gone, and Lightning's about to be gone any minute now! Look at this...

RS: Oh wait a minute! Enygma has Lightning set up...NO! Not on the floor...

T Money: Yeah! Give it to him, Enygma! Give it to him!

RS: He's got Lightning set up on the floor...don't tell me he's gonna piledrive him--NO!!!!!!! LIGHTNING WITH A DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN...

T Money: NO! AWW HELL NO!

RS: Lightning's got those legs cinched up! Enygma...

T Money: DAMN IT, NO!

RS: SLINGSHOT!!!!!!! FACEFIRST INTO THE POST GOES ENYGMA!!!!! SHADES OF WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN THE END GAME, T!!!!!!

T Money: THAT'S BULLSHIT! THAT'S MOTHAFU--(THUD)

KT: HEY C'MON!!!!!!

RS: LIGHTNING!!!!!! LIGHTNING JUST NAILED T MONEY WITH A HARD RIGHT HAND! AND NOW LOOK AT LIGHTNING GO! THOSE BOOTS...THOSE STOMPS RIGHT INTO THE CHEST OF THE HARLEM HELLRAISER!!!!

KT: THAT IS COMPLETELY UNCALLED FOR! THAT MAN IS A GUEST! HE DOES NOT DESERVE TO BE TREATED THIS WAY!!!!!!

RS: LIGHTNING HAS LEFT T MONEY LAYING, and now look at Enygma...oh he's been busted open!

KT: Thanks to that moron Lightning's reckless behavior! My God, this man should be dragged into the streets and beaten!

RS: Lightning with a handful of hair sends Enygma back into the ring, and now where's he going?! Lightning...he's headed up top!

KT: Rosie, how can you call a match at a time like this?! Can't you see T Money's been hurt!?

RS: Lightning up top...Enygma...he's out on his feet...AND NOW HE'S FLAT ON HIS BACK THANKS TO A LIGHTNING CLOTHESLINE!!!! And now watch Lightning...going for the cover...NO HE'S NOT GOING FOR THE COVER!!!! LIGHTNING'S HAMMERING AWAY WITH THOSE RIGHT HANDS! PISTON-LIKE RIGHTS TO THE HEAD OF ENYGMA! THE MYSTERIOUS ONE IS IN TROUBLE!

KT: AND HE'S CHOKING HIM!!! BLATANTLY CHOKING HIM IN FRONT OF THE OFFICIAL! WHERE'S THE COMPLAINING NOW, ROSIE?!

RS: Turnabout is fairplay as Lightning now...brings Enygma back to his feet...Irish whip, sends him into the ropes...he catches him coming off with a reverse elbow! Enygma back to his feet, Lightning off the ropes, and he catches him coming off with another elbow! Enygma's on this canvas more than Picasso, as now Lightning...dragging him over to the corner...what's this gonna be?

KT: Something illegal no doubt!

RS: Lightning's got him set up...Enygma trying to block it but it's no use! Lightning...

KT: NO!

RS: RUNNING POWERBOMB!!!!!!!! LIGHTNING HITS THE RUNNING POWERBOMB!!!! THERE'S THE COUNT...2...HE GOT--NO!!!!!!

KT: The shoulder's up!!!!!! He got the shoulder up!

RS: That he did! Wouldn't have surprised me to see Lightning get the three there as now Lightning...lifting Enygma back to his feet! There's a deep knee to the gut! A second doubles him over, and now watch Lightning...off the ropes and there's a knee-lift!!! Enygma put flat on his back--AND WHAT THE HELL?!?!? T Money...T Money's on the apron...

KT: And with good cause, Rosie! No one lays a hand on T Money and gets away with--DAMN IT!!!!! NOT AGAIN!!!!

RS: LIGHTNING...ONE MORE TIME WITH THE RIGHT HAND JUST KNOCKED T MONEY OFF THE APRON! THE ONE MAN KILLIN SPREE IS DOWN AGAIN...

KT: Damn it, Jonathan! You can not allow him to continue to brutalize T Money!

RS: Money is down again, and watch Lightning! He's measuring Enygma...

KT: Watch it Enygma...

RS: LIGHTNING BOL--NO!!!!! Enygma shoves him sternum first into the buckle! Lightning's reeling after that one, and watch Enygma from behind...sleeper hold...NO!!!!! Lightning able to turn into it and deliver a belly to back suplex!!!! Enygma is down, and watch Lightning...he's going up top! Lightning's headed to the top rope once again, and this may spell trouble for Enygma!

KT: I dunno, Rosie, but--

RS: HEY!!!!!!

KT: HAHA!

RS: Enygma...Lightning was up on top, and Enygma just shoved the ref into the ropes! Lightning with a...tender lander to say the least, Kevin.

KT: Tell me about it. He won't be feeling the Bolt after that one, will he?

RS: What a cheap ass...(sighs) Lightning's been crotched on the top, and now watch Enygma now...measuring Lightning for a hard right hand. Another one...and now where's he going? Enygma...Enygma headed up top with Lightning.

KT: This could be it here!

RS: Enygma could be mere moments away from picking up another victory over Lightning--his second in less than a month. Enygma's on the top...he's got Lightning hooked...

KT: Superplex coming up--

RS: No wait! It's blocked! Lightning's got those legs wrapped around that top turnbuckle! Lightning's not going anywhere!

KT: C'mon Enygma! You can do it!

RS: He's trying, but to no avail, as Lightning...OH NO!!! Lightning shoving Enygma from the top, and right into the official!

KT: And make no mistake about it, Rosie--THAT WAS CHEAP!

RS: Wha...are you serious?!

KT: As serious as a heart attack! There's not a doubt in my mind that he shoved Enygma into the ref on purpose...to save his derriere, Rosie! What a classless human being...

RS: Get off of it, Taylor! Lightning--OH! He just went for a double axehandle off the top, but caught a shot to the midsection for his troubles! Enygma now from behind...he's got Lightning hooked...

KT: Here it is--

RS: NO! Lightning able to shove him away! And watch Enygma here...he misses with the clothesline...LIGHTNING'S GOT HIM UP!

KT: Oh no! No!

RS: Lightning's got him up in a Fireman's Carry! He's going for the Lightning Rod...HE GOT IT!!! LIGHTNING ROD! THE LIGHTNING ROD TO ENYGMA! Lightning instinctively going for the cover, but--damn it--we don't have a referee!

KT: Now wait a minute, Rosie--Lightning's got no one to blame for that one but himself! He took out the ref...

RS: Please. Lightning'd have this thing won right now if the ref weren't down, and now he's over trying to revive the ref, and T...what the hell is he doing?! T Money's back on the apron again...

KT: I'm sure he's just worried about the welfare of the offical, Rosie.

RS: Yeah right. T Money from the apron talking trash to Lightning. He's pissed off about those right hands he suffered from Lightning...and he's about to suffer another one! Lightning--WHOA! He just made a lunge for T Money! T able to get outta dodge and--HEY!!!!

KT: What?!

RS: He just...he just clocked Lightning right in the face with something! Lightning...he's out of it! Lightning's absolutely out of it, and watch Enygma here! Enygma's got Lightning...

KT: HAHA!

RS: PILEDRIVER!!!!! LIGHTNING'S JUST BEEN PLANTED! Enygma with the PILEDRIVER! Lightning is down...he's may be out, and look at that jerk T Money! Reviving the ref...

KT: Ever the class act, Rosie...which is more than we can say for that no-good Lightning.

RS: Oh Kiss my ass! Lightning's down, and Enygma has the lateral press...c'mon! Don't tell me...don't tell me he's gonna steal another one! No...1.........2.............DAMN IT!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!! **Cue "Evil Deed"

Announcer: Here is your winner: ENYGMA!!!!!!!

KT: What about that, Rosie?!

RS: Enygma has pinned Lightning for the second time thanks to T Money! That no good son of a bitch T Money!

KT: Now wait a minute, Rosie! You say just as well as I did--Lightning put his hands on T Money first! T was out here minding his own business, when that lunatic Lightning ran down and attacked him...a completely unprovoked attack, might I add!

RS: Yeah, whatever. You sit there and play heel announcer all you want to, Kev--we both know that T Money got involved in this match to try and get back at Lightning for that broken nose at Game Time! And now look at this idiot! T Money's getting into the ring now...

KT: Why...I can't believe it, Rosie! Doncha just love that guy? I can't believe that after all that Lightning's done to him, after all of the intense mental anguish I'm sure he's caused T with that cowardly attack of his during the match, T Money is actually good-hearted enough to come into the ring just to make sure he's ok! God bless that man!

RS: You make me sick, you know that? T Money's in the ring, and he's not in there to help Lightning--he's in there to do some more damage! Look at T Money in there...slapping Lightning in the back of the head. Lightning's out of it, and now T Money's talking trash to the former Universal Champ...

KT: Oh come now, Rosie! I'm sure T's just informing Lightning of a good place to pick up some insurance. Word in the locker room is that T just saved a bundle by switching GEICO!

RS: You're an idiot...OH! AND T'S ON THE MAT! LIGHTNING WITH THE DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN! TAKEDOWN ON T MONEY! LIGHTNING'S STILL GOT SOME LIFE LEFT IN HIM!

KT: Why that ungrateful little...GET HIM T!

RS: OH, WATCH ENYMGA! ENYGMA FROM BEHIND ATTACKING LIGHTNING! ENYGMA'S PUTTING THE BOOTS TO LIGHTNING, AND NOW T MONEY'S GETTING HIS SHOTS IN AS WELL! THAT ASSHOLE T MONEY...

KT: Yes, guys! Break him in half! Break him in half!

RS: Lightning's getting a number done on him in the ring! Enygma and T Money are going to work! Lightning's getting the hell beat out of him in there, and now watch T Money! T hammering away with rapid-fire right ands! Straight to the nose! Straight to the nose of Lightning!

KT: T Money's getting his payback right now--OH MY GOSH, LOOK OUT!

RS: IT'S RAGE!! RAGE HITS THE RINGSIDE AREA WITH THAT BAT OF HIS, AND LOOK AT ENYGMA AND T MONEY SCATTER!!!! Enygma and T Money getting out of dodge...suddenly, the great T Money's not so anxious to mix it up!

KT: Oh sure! This moron rushes out from the back with a bat with a nail in it...that thing oughta be outlawed, damn it!

RS: T Money and Enygma...headed to the back...and thank goodness Rage was able to get out here before any real damage was done.

(Enygma and T Money glare hard at Rage as he towers over Lightning with his nail/bat firmly in his grasp. Rage is unfazed by their hateful looks, returning a cold stare of his own as he kneels down beside Lightning, who's now beginning to bleed from the nose. "My Way" hits the PA system as on the ramp, T Money mouths the words "THIS AIN'T OVER"! Suddenly, cameras cut backstage, where we see Killa and Rodney Demp--The Elites--walking through the hallway with purpose.)

KT: Oh no! What are those two morons doing here!

RS: It's The Elites! Killa and Rodney--

KT: What are they doing here?

RS: They've asked for some airtime here tonight, and we'll here from them when we return! Keep it locked; there's more In High Gear when we return!

***Commercial***

(We return from break with the sounds of "Everything's A Go" playing in the background as the camera cuts to the announce table with Rosie Sanchez and Kevin Taylor)

RS: Fans, welcome back to In High Gear! Rosie Sanchez alongside Kevin Yancy Taylor, and it's been an eventful evening here tonight in St. Louis! Fresh off of his loss in the End Game this past Sunday night at Game Time, Panther arrived at the top of the show and he issued a challenge to none other than the Light Heavyweight Champion Lance Silva for a one-on-one match here tonight! If Panther wins, then Darkest Desires would cease to be Silva's "love slave" and regain her freedom right here tonight!

KT: Yeah, but Lance Silva's no fool, Rosie! I--Kevin Yancy Taylor--associate myself with only the brightest of the bright, and my boy Lance proved to be just that tonight when he stated that the only way he'd agree to the match and to Panther's stipulations was if Panther agreed to put that Universal Title on the line!

RS: Yes, and fans, we've gotten word from the locker room! Our officials have spoken with Panther and you know what?! He's all for it! His exact words were that Desires' freedom means much more to him than "some hunk of metal." So fans, it's official and you're gonna see it tonight! It's Panther and Silva for the Title! Dark's freedom will be at stake, and I sure as hell hope that Lance Silva gets the hell beat out of him tonight by the Champ of Champs!

KT: Rosie, please!

(The arena lights turn a dim blue as "The Murda Murda Murda Kill Kill Kill Anthem" hits the PA system. The crowd pops big as the lights begin to flicker and bright white strobe lights emit from the locker room as the Elites step out onto the stage through a cloud of smoke. They pause momentarily, looking into the crowd before Killa raises his right fist into the air and they start down to the ring.)

RS: There they are, folks! The former 3-time Tag Champions on their way out to the ring! Killa and Rodney, and Kevin, they don't look happy!

KT: Are they ever happy, Rosie?! I mean...c'mon! They're a couple of psychopaths...these two morons don't even belong in the UWA let alone on MY show here tonight!

RS: YOUR show?!

KT: Did I stutter?

RS: Well...not a good weekend for the Elites coming off their Pay-Per-View loss to the Tag Team Champions--The Elements! And what a battle that was, Kev! I mean...things seemingly in the favor of the Elites...it seemed as if they were on their way to taking the straps for the fourth time when an unfortunate miscommunication led to their downfall!

KT: Yes, Rosie! And not only did that little miscommunication lead to them losing the match, but it appeared to me that there was a little bit of dissention developing between the two, and judging from what I've heard from the boys in the back over the last couple of days, I was absolutely, 100% correct!

RS: Well...normally I don't buy into that rumor crap of yours, but in this case, it's true! Rumors have been running rampant throughout the locker room over the state of the relationship between Killa and Rodney, and maybe...hopefully we're gonna get an answer to some of the questions that have arisen since Game Time, Kevin.

(Killa and Rodney slide into the ring, and the crowd pops once more in the background as Rodney signals for the music to be cut. The sound crew obliges him, and the house lights slowly return to their normal state as chants of "Murda Murda Murda, Kill Kill Kill" start up in the crowd. With a seemingly ever-present scowl etched on his face, Killa takes a mic from the ring announcer and heads out to the center of the ring)

Killa: Hey, listen up! Normally, me and Rodney wouldn't even waste our time on some bullshit like this, but over the last couple of days, we been hearing a lotta talk! All through the locker room! All over the internet! Everybody thinks they got the scoop on the Elites! All these shiteaters think they know the real deal! Well listen up, because I'm fixing to put an end to all the talk--all the bullshit we been hearing since the Pay-Per-View!

(The camera briefly switches focus to some pro-Elite signs being held up in the nosebleed section of the arena. We then cut back to ringside, where Killa continues)

Killa: Now me and Rodney ain't never been the type of people to make excuses! Whenever you hear from us, you know you're hearing the real fucking deal! And the real deal is that at Game Time...we lost! No ifs, ands or buts about it! We lost and that's that! (crowd boos) Now as far as what went down after the match...and all this bullshit about some dissention between me and my partner! All this talk about what's going down between us! The fact of the matter is that on this night, some things went down in that match that got me and Rodney a little bit heated--PERIOD! All this shit about this being the end of the Elites--the way I look at it, it ain't nothing but wishful thinking! (crowd pops) See Firestorm...Waterman...you beat us at the PPV! You beat us, and we ain't gonna take that away from you! You came in and you did what you had to do to keep them belts! But if you and that bitch you call a manager think for a minute that you're done with us, then the two of you thought wrong, because as long as we're in this company--as long as you got those belts around your waist--it won't ever be over! (crowd pops)

(The crowd pops once more in the background as Killa hands the mic over to Rodney...who promply takes it and bashes himself in the forehead with it repeatedly until he manages to draw blood! Then, he turns to the camera with a sick smile as the fans cheer him on)

Rodney: Elements...don't let the talk fool you! Me and Killa are as tight as ever, and whether you, the fans or anybody else likes it or not, we're coming after those titles, and there ain't a man or woman walking the face of the earth that can keep us from becoming the FOUR TIME, FOUR TIME, FOUR TIME, FOUR MOTHERFUCKING TIME TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! (crowd pops)

RS: Killa and Rodney...the Elites sending a strong message to the champs, Kevin, and I think they mean busine...

(Suddenly, "Simon Says" hits the PA system, drawing the boos of the capacity crowd. The surprised former Tag Champs quickly turn their attention to the stage, where Dawn Marie appears, with Simon and Swinger following closely behind!)

RS: Simon and Swinger! Simon and Swinger...another pair of former Tag Team Champions! What are they doing out here, Kevin?! What's this all about?!

KT: Rosie, just sit back and enjoy the moment. I've got a feeling that this is gonna be good.

(The music dies down as the trio stands on stage. Some whistles and howls directed at Dawn Marie can be heard in the crowd, but they're overshadowed by the resounding boos directed at her charges. Simon seems unfazed by the crowd's venom, and he--with a mic in his hand and a cocky smirk on his face--begins to speak)

Simon: THE FOUR TIME, FOUR TIME, FOUR TIME TAG TEAM CHAMPS?!!! Is that right?!

(The crowd pops once more for the notion of another Elite title reign. Simon chuckles)

Simon: Well guess what, guys: SIMON HAS A PROBLEM WITH THAT! (crowd boos) See, Killa, despite what you and that drug addict partner of yours say--Swinger and I--we KNOW just what the real deal is about the Elites! We've got the scoop on the FORMER three-time Champions of the World...and it seems as if the two of you haven't gotten the news, so allow me to deliver it to you right here right now! Ya see, once upon a time, the two of you were great wrestlers! Once upon a time, the two of you were arguably the best tag team in the biz...once upon a time. But Killa, Rodney, THAT TIME HAS PASSED! (crowd boos) Hey, you people may not like it, but you might as well face the facts! This past Sunday Night at Game Time was nothing more than the handwriting on the wall for you two clowns, and you can come out here and talk all you want to! You can toss out all the threats--all the empty promises that your feeble little minds can conjure up! That won't change the fact that as far as the UWA goes, the two of you are nothing more than WASHED UP HAS-BEENS!!!!!!!!

(The crowd boos once more as Simon and Swinger stand on stage with smirks on their faces. A smiling Dawn Marie pats Simon on the shoulder while in the ring, the Elites just glare up the ramp at them)

Killa: Washed up, huh?

Simon: Yeah, that's exactly right! See, I'd never take anything away from the two of you--you had a great run on top! But you might as well accept that that run ended last June when Swinger and I took those tag belts from the two of you at Maximum Carnage. It was on that night that Swinger and I proved that we were a better team than you! It was that night that we took your spot, it was on that night that we took your fire...heh, it was on that night that we took your pride, and all that's left standing in that ring right now are the empty shells of a once dominant force here in the UWA! And the two of you feel you've got what it takes to make another run at the Tag Team Titles?!

(The crowd boos Simon as he laughs to himself. Behind him, both Dawn and Swinger laugh as well, with Dawn giving a sarcastic "Right!" at the notion of another Elite title reign. Simon continues)

Simon: Heh...what's that you were saying a little while ago, Killa? Something about wishful thinking? (crowd boos) Well as far as I'm concerned, the two of you are doing just that, and Swinger and I are here to give you a little dose of reality! And the reality is that your days as the top team...hell, your careers here in the UWA as far as we're concerned...ARE OVER!!!!!!!! (crowd boos)

KT: I couldn't have said it better myself, Rosie.

RS: Simon and Swinger...they have just run down the Elites...running down the former 3-time Tag Team Champions...

KT: No, Rosie, they're speaking the truth, and it's about time that people took notice! The Elites may have had their run in the past, but look at them now! They're losing matches right and left, the people are tired of seeing them--HECK! They're even starting to get tired of one another, Rosie! You saw the PPV the other night! The Elites need to just do themselves a favor and call it quits!

RS: Yeah, well judging from that expression on the face of Killa, there's a slim chance of that happening!

(The Elites continue to glare up the ramp at Simon and Swinger, a slight smile growing on the face of Killa as he eyes his antagonists from the ring)

Killa: So the two of you really think me and Rodney here are washed up?

Simon: It's a fact!

Killa: Aight! Aight! So how bout we do this: why don't you two shiteaters bring your asses down here to the ring and find out just how washed up we are?! (crowd pops)

RS: Oh yeah! How about that?! The Elites laying the challenge down--

Simon: Now wait a minute! Wait a damn minute! You mean you want us to come down there and face you tonight?!

Killa: What I'm saying is that you two come down here right now and show me that you can back up the shit you was talking a second ago! Show the world that The Elites are the washed up has-beens you're saying we are!

Simon: N-n-now waaaaaait a minute, Killa! Wait! (crowd boos) We didn't come out here for a fight!

Killa: Oh, you didn't?

Simon: No! S-s-see...we'd be happy to come down there...ANY OTHER NIGHT to take you up on your offer! Believe me, I'd love nothing more to be down there right now to kick the crap out of you two clowns and run you right out of the UWA once and for all...BUT...we're just not ready for a fight here tonight! (crowd boos)

RS: Oh please!

Simon: Hey! Wait a minute now! I'll have you know that Swinger and I haven't had the proper warm-ups! We haven't had the opportunity to stretch! How would you people like it if we went down there tonight and suffered an injury because we stepped into the ring without the proper preparation! (crowd boos) That's right--it'd be a tragedy! And Killa, as much as we'd love to come down there and put you outta your misery once and for all, the two of you aren't worth risking our careers over! So no, we will NOT be facing you tonight!

(Mild chants of "You Suck Dick" can be heard in the background as in the ring, Killa continues to smile)

Killa: So it's like that? You come out here like a couple of big shots, talk shit about us but when we call you out, you're not ready?! (Simon nods) Well...I guess you'd better get ready then. (drops the mic)

Simon: Hey wait a minute! What are you doing?! What are you...

RS: Killa and Rodney...The Elites headed out to the floor! The Elites are headed after Simon and Swinger...

KT: Now wait just a darn minute, Rosie! Simon and Swinger aren't ready to compete tonight! Simon and Swinger aren't ready to compete!

RS: Well Killa just told them to get ready and they'd better get ready fast! The Elites are on their way up the ramp!

(The crowd eggs Killa and Rodney on as they inch closer and closer up the ramp and towards Simon and Swinger. Fear forming on their faces, Simon and Swinger begin to beg off, going as far as to grab Dawn Marie and pull her in front of them as a shield. The Elites continue to advance, the crowd becoming more rabid the closer they get to their foes. Upon reaching the stage, however, Simon and Swinger shove Dawn into them. Rodney manages to catch her by the shoulders to prevent a collision, and quickly moves her off to the side. With the Elites' attention focused on Dawn...

RS: Oh wait...SIMON AND SWINGER FROM BEHIND!!!!!!!

KT: HAHAHA!!!!!!! AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

RS: The Elites are down on the stage!! The Elites are down...Simon and Swinger using Dawn Marie to gain the advantage, and now they are going to work on the Elites!

KT: And make no mistake about it, I LOVE IT!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!! Just an example of Simon and Swinger's intellectual superiority over the Elites, and proof positive that these two has-beens don't have what it takes to get it done in the UWA anymore, Rosie!

RS: We've got officials out here from the locker room to try and break this up as Swinger...look at Swinger using that chain to choke out Rodney Demp! Meanwhile...

KT: Look at Simon here...

RS: OH!!! Microphone shot right to the forehead of Killa...AND THERE'S ANOTHER ONE! AND ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER!

KT: This is the end! We are witnessing the end of the Elites right here, right now!

RS: That could very well be the case as these officials...they're trying desperately to get these assholes off of the Elites! Fans, we've gotta...we've gotta step out for a quick commercial break! Don't touch that--

KT: Look at Swinger--

RS: OH!!!!! The back of Rodney's head just driven into the steel! Fans, don't go away! We'll be back!

***Commercial***

The Elites Vs Simon and Swinger

(When the break ends, we see Killa in the ring arguing with referee Jim Molineux while in the background, Simon and Swinger doubleteam Rodney in their corner)

RS: Fans, we're back on Gear! Rosie Sanchez and Kevin Taylor here, and during the break, this thing was made into an official match! The Elites and Simon and Swinger--

KT: And right now, Killa once again proving Simon and Swinger right, as right now his behavior is causing his partner to get the crap kicked out of him in the corner!

RS: Blatant double teaming by Simon and Swinger in the corner as Killa has the attention of the official...and now Killa finally out of the ring, but it looks as if the damage has been done to Rodney! Swinger with the front facelock dragging Rodney out to the center of the ring...and he snaps him over with a suplex! Lateral press here...2...and only two! Rodney able to kick out as Killa...oh he looks mad as hell, folks as Swinger brings Rodney back to his feet...Swinger with the snap mare...follows up with a dropkick right to the back of the head! Rodney Demp is in a world of hurt! Fans, you saw what went down prior to the commercial break! It was Simon and Swinger using a distraction from Dawn Marie to get the upper hand on the Elites, and you can see the damage that was done during the break! Blood trickling from the head of Killa! Rodney right now taking punishment at the hands of Swinger! The Elites are in trouble, ladies and gentlemen!

KT: Yes, and Rosie, let me remind you that the Elites asked for this! It was them who challenged Simon and Swinger to this match! During the break, the officials gave them a chance to back down! Gave them a chance to tuck their tails and ride off into the sunset! They decided to come down to the ring to face Simon and Swinger, and because of their stupidity, they're suffering the consequences!

RS: Well you're ignoring the fact that Simon and Swinger basically goaded them into this as right now we've got the tag to Simon! Simon's in there with Rodney...Irish whip sends Rodney into the rope...coming off--NECKBREAKER!!!!!!!

KT: WHAT?!

RS: Rodney scores with the neckbreaker!!! Simon put his head down, and paid for it, as right now Killa's calling for the tag! Killa...bleeding from the forehead, Kevin, but he's still anxious to get into the ring as Rodney now...Rodney's crawling for the tag!

KT: Ya know Rosie--

RS: Oh wait a minute! Swinger back in the ring! Swinger charging in--DAMN IT!!!! He just caught Killa with a forearm to the jaw! Killa's been knocked from the apron...

KT: And that's smart! That's a very intelligent move on the part of Simon and Swinger!

RS: It's a cheap shot if you ask me, as Rodney...Rodney was headed over to make the tag! Nobody was home, and now Simon takes the advantage! Double axehandle to the back of the head sends Rodney staggering into the ropes...he follows up with a clubbing right hand to the head! Back out to the center of the ring here...Simon with Rodney...he returns the favor with a neckbreaker of his own! There's the cover...the count--BROKEN UP BY KILLA! And--

KT: OH LOOK AT THIS, NOW!!!!!!

RS: KILLA'S GOING BERSERK, KEVIN!!!! KILLA HAMMERING AWAY...

KT: C'mon Molineux! Get him outta there!

RS: Referee Jim Molineux trying to remove Killa from the ring! Killa...Killa is pissed off, Kevin! He wants a piece of Simon and Swinger in the worst way...

KT: That's all good and well, but he's gotta wait til he's the legal man to do it! Get him outta there...the meathead!

RS: Molineux ushering Killa back out to the apron, as once again, behind the back of the official we've got Simon choking away at Rodney Demp! Again using the positioning of the referee to break the rules.

KT: Hey, if Killa's gonna be stupid enough to draw the ref's attention away, then I see no harm in a little bending of the rules, Rosie! The mark of a great wrestler is to take any advantage you can--do whatever it takes to win. It's that type of attitude that separates the men from the boys...the champions from the has-beens, Rosie!

RS: Oh whatever! Killa finally back out to the apron as in the ring, Simon's got Rodney set up and drops him with a front backbreaker! Look of pain etched on the face of Rodney as Simon lifts him up a second time...and once again he drops him right down on that knee! And this crowd voices its disapproval of Simon and Swinger.

KT: Oh really, Rosie! Who cares what these morons think?

RS: Simon doesn't seem to be too bothered by it as he brings Rodney back to his feet here...front waistlock applied...and he drives Rodney backfirst into the buckle...a second time...a third, and now the tag's been made back into Swinger...

KT: Simon's really doing a number on that back, Rosie...HAHA! Look at that!

RS: Swinger taking the time out to taunt Killa here...Killa's not happy about that as Swinger...charges in and blasts Demp right on the money with that reverse elbow!

KT: He may have knocked him loopy, Rosie.

RS: He may have indeed! Demp slumping in the corner of Simon and Swinger, as watch Swinger here! Planting the flat of his boot right into the throat of Rodney...and that damn Dawn Marie is on the outside taunting Rodney!

KT: Oh, I love her, Rosie! She's such a little angel.

RS: Yeah right. She's the main reason the Elites are finding themselves in the situation they're in right now. Referee Molineux forcing Swinger to break...and now once again he's right back on him! One more time the flat of that boot buried into the throat of Rodney! Molineux once again forcing the break--HEY! What the--

KT: HAHA!!!!!

RS: Oh...Swinger once again caught Killa napping with a forearm to the jaw, and right now I think Killa's had enough! Killa headed back into the ring...

KT: And look what's happening ya big dummy! He's falling right into their trap...

RS: SIMON! SIMON BEHIND THE BACK OF THE OFFICIAL IS USING THE TAG ROPE TO CHOKE OUT RODNEY!!!! Killa once again has the attention of the referee, and this crowd doesn't like it one bit!

KT: But I love it! If this isn't proof that Simon and Swinger are a superior tag team and that the Elites' days have passed them by, then I don't know what is!

RS: Simon and Swinger...playing off the volitile state of mind that Killa's in...drawing him into the ring to allow them to cheat...C'MON KILLA!!!!! GET OUTTA THERE!

KT: Hey! Ya know Rosie, Killa may know exactly what he's doing here. If there's any truth to what the boys in the back have been saying about these two, he may want Rodney to get his tail handed to him here! He could be enjoying this for all we know!

RS: I seriously doubt that's the case, Kevin!

KT: How do you know?! Were these two not just at each other's throats this past Sunday at Game Time?!

RS: I...I...I dunno, Kevin! Killa finally out of the ring, and once again the damage has been done to Rodney. And watch Swinger here, looking to capitalize! Irish whip sends Rodney into the ropes...Swinger catches him coming off with a dropkick to the jaw! There's another cover...2...Rodney rolls the shoulder after a two-count! And now Swinger slaps on the reverse chinlock! Swinger looking for the weardown here as Rodney tries to combat this hold.

KT: Rosie, have you realized that the Elites have have NO offense at all in this one?

RS: Well what the hell do you expect when you've got Simon and Swinger using every damn cheap trick in the book!

KT: And I remind you once again Ms. Sanchez that the Elites have no one to blame but themselves for the predicament they're in! Remember, Simon and Swinger didn't wanna fight tonight! They'd have been perfectly content with calling it a night and living to fight another day, but it was the Elites that decided to push the issue! It was the Elites who tried to back them into a corner, and now they're paying for their actions right here, Rosie!

RS: Killa watching from the outside with baited breath as Swinger cinches up on this chinlock! These fans are trying to rally behind the Elites...they've been on the receiving end every since...well before this match even began. As Rodney...Rodney's gonna try and fight this thing, Kevin. Rodney pushing himself up to a knee...he's trying to find that vertical base and thus increase his chances of turning this thing around...

KT: Swinger's got this hold locked in tight though...OH!

RS: Rodney with an elbow to the gut! A second loosens the grip of Swinger! Demp now...to the ropes...coming off--OH MY!!!!!! Swinger buries that knee deep into the gut, and just like that, the momentum is halted for the Elites!

KT: HAHA! Rosie, I can't even put into words how much I'm enjoying this! This is absolutely great!

RS: Simon and Swinger appear to be loving it as well as Swinger...perhaps getting a little overconfident here! You can't afford to do that with a team the calibre of the Elites!

KT: Oh be patient, Rosie! I can tell by the look in his eye that Swinger's just about ready to put that dagger right into the heart of the Elites and end their careers once and for all!

RS: We'll see about that as Swinger has Rodney set up...scoop up and a slam! And what's this now...Swinger climbing up onto that middle turnbuckle! What are we getting set to see here?!

KT: This is it, Rosie! This is the dagger!

RS: Rodney's down! Rodney's not moving! Watch Swinger...doing a little bit of showboating for this crowd...

KT: Here it comes, Rosie! Are you ready--NO!!!!!!!!!

RS: HE GOT THE BOOT UP!!!!!! RODNEY JUST RAISED THAT RIGHT LEG, AND SWINGER CAUGHT THAT BOOT RIGHT ON THE CHIN!!!!! RIGHT ON THE DAMN CHIN, AND KEVIN, HE MAY BE OUT!

KT: Shake it off, Swinger! Shake it off!

RS: Looks of concern are on the faces of Simon and Dawn Marie as Killa--from the opposite side of the ring--roots his partner on! Does Rodney have enough strength left in him?! Can he make the tag, Kevin?!

KT: I'm gonna have to say no!

RS: Well he's damn sure trying! This crowd trying to will Rodney on as he inches closer and closer to his corner! Killa looking to be tagged in for the first time in this match as Rodney--

KT: Watch Simon!

RS: What the...Simon just came into the ring! Just like Swinger did earlier on...AND KILLA CATCHES HIM COMING IN WITH A FOREARM OF HIS OWN!!!!!!!

KT: What?!

RS: Killa saw it coming this time! Simon got blasted! He is dazed, and watch Killa! From the apron! He's got Simon hooked!

KT: Molineux you idiot! You cannot let him do this--NOOOOOOOO!

RS: OH MY GOODNESS!!!! KILLA WITH THAT HIPTOSS JUST BROUGHT SIMON OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!!!!!

KT: Can you believe that moron?! Oh my gosh his back! His back!

RS: SIMON IS IN A WORLD OF HURT, AND NOW RODNEY...

KT: Stop him Swinger! Stop him...NO!

RS: Yes! The tag is made, and now Killa hits the ring, and look at him go to work on Swinger! Right hands! Hard right hands to the head send him staggering into the ropes! There's an Irish whip by Killa...Swinger with the baseball slide goes right through the legs of Killa! From behind now, Swinger drives Killa into the ropes! He was looking for the roll-up but Killa held on! Swinger rolls back to his fee--OH MY GOD WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!!!!!!!! KILLA JUST TOOK HIS HEAD OF KEVIN, AND THAT COULD DO IT HERE! There's the cover...

KT: Kickout!!!!!

RS: Oh! Swinger able to escape after a two count! And now watch Killa, the 6'6" brawler out from Atlanta, GA! Peppering away at the forehead of Swinger with those rapid-fire right hands...perhaps trying to return the favor from earlier on by making him bleed, Kevin! And Killa now...handful of hair brings Swinger back to his feet...there's a hard Irish whip--SWINGER HITS HARD OFF THE BUCKLE...AND KILLA TAKES HIM UP AND OVER WITH A HUGE BACK BODY DROP!!!! Swinger in trouble here...

KT: Watch Simon...

RS: Simon back into the ring...he misses with a clothesline! He goes into the ropes...and Killa catches him on the rebound with a back drop!

KT: That's the second time Simon's been dumped onto that lower back, Rosie!

RS: Yes indeed as Killa with another clothesline mows Swinger back down! Simon back to his feet...one more clothesline sends him up and over to the outside!!! Killa is blazing in the ring, Kevin! He is EN FUEGO, as Swinger returns to his feet...Killa's got him by the throat...

KT: Oh no! Swinger...

RS: He lifts him up and DRRRRIIIIVES HIM DOWN WITH THE CHOKESLAM!!!!! SWINGER DUMPED RIGHT ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, AND THERE'S THE COVER...2...THRRRR--NO!!!!! Only a two, Kevin! Only a two!

KT: And give credit to Swinger there, Rosie! How many people do you know that could've kicked out after being dropped on his head like that?!

RS: Oh, I won't take anything away from Simon or Swinger! They're a great tag team...former champions, but right now they're finding out the hard way that the Elites are alive and well! Killa with Swinger now...clubbing forearm catches in the back of the head! There's an Irish whip...into the ropes goes Swinger, and Killa catches him coming off with a powerslam!!!!!!! Swinger just driven into the mat one more time, and you know what this is the set up for, Kevin! Killa may be just about ready to deliver the Murder as...Dawn Marie...Dawn Marie's just climbed up onto the apron! What's she up to...

KT: I'm sure that she's informing this official of the blatant rule-breaking being performed by the Elites!

RS: I've got a feeling here...she's got the attention of Killa...Killa with his back turned and watch Simon...Simon back into the ring, and he just nailed Killa with a forearm from behind! Damn it, Dawn Marie's done it again!

KT: How come now, Rosie! How can you not admire the ambition of that young woman! The self sacrifice she's willing to make for her team?!

RS: Because it's cheating, damn it! It's twice now she's been used as a distraction, and now for the second time that Simon and Swinger are gonna capitalize!

KT: Well don't blame her, Rosie! She's doing what she needs to do to help her team win! If you wanna blame anyone, blame Killa for allowing his horomones to get the better of him! I see the way he's eyeing her...the fornicator!

RS: The referee trying to get some control in there as Simon has Killa here...he sends him into the ropes for the Irish whip...

KT: Watch Swinger here...

RS: They're looking for the Problem Solver...Killa...OH!!!! He had it scouted! Simon gets caught with a boot to the gut...Swinger charges in...Killa ducks the clothesline--OH!!!! Swinger could not duck that right hand from Rodney! Swinger is down, Killa's got Simon set up...

KT: No!

RS: AND HE DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH THE POWERBOMB!!!!!!!! That could do it here as Killa makes the cover...

KT: HE'S NOT LEGAL!!!!!

RS: THERE'S TWO...

KT: DARN IT, REF!!!!!

RS: Oh! Only a two!!!!! Simon able to kick out...

KT: What is wrong with this official, Rosie?! Even Stevie Wonder could've seen right there that Simon was the illegal man!

RS: Well he had no business bringing his ass into the ring, and he almost cost his team the victory here and these two teams pair off! Rodney with Swinger...hammering away in the buckle! Killa bringing Simon back to his feet...hard right hand sends him staggering into the opposite buckle! Killa follows him in with the boot to the gut! A second! A third, and what's this now? Killa signalling to Rodney!

KT: These two morons should've been disqualified by now!

RS: The Elites setting up for something here! There's the double Irish whip--Swinger with the reversal sends Rodney towards Simon--RODNEY NAILS SIMON WITH A HARD CLOTHESLINE!!!!! Simon is down...

KT: Watch Swinger...

RS: Oh!!!! Big superkick by Swinger sends Rodney to the floor! But watch Killa here...big boot from him, and now it's Swinger that goes tumbling to the outside. Killa standing tall in the ring, Kevin...what a fight this has turned into as Simon...Simon trying to clear the cobwebs, but watch Killa measuring him! Killa's lining him up...and he nails him with a boot right to the midsection! He follows up with the standing headscissors--

KT: No, no, no! Fight it Simon...YES!!!!!!

RS: Simon hooking that middle rope that middle rope to counter! I think Killa's looking for the Murder here...

KT: Yet another display great display of in-ring presence by Simon! Proving once again to be one step ahead of Killa!

RS: Simon's not out of the woods by any means, though! Killa's still got him hooked...trying as best he can to pry Simon away from those ropes! Referee Molineux trying to get Killa off of him, but Killa's refusing to release! He's mad as hell and determined to put an end to Simon and Swinger right here...

KT: But the man is in the ropes! He's gotta back off! He's gotta allow him to--

RS: OH WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!!!

KT: Why...what happened?!

RS: You know damn well what happened! Simon just hit Killa with a low blow!

KT: I didn't see that!

RS: Neither did the ref apparently! Simon had him positioned at an off angle, and now Killa is reeling! And watch Simon measure him here! Killa's in a world of hurt in the center of the ring...but he still has the presence of mind to duck the haymaker! He's got Simon hooked...and dumps him right on the back of his head with a back suplex!!!!!! He could have him here! There's the cover...2...HE GOT--NO!!!!

KT: TWOOOOOOO~! Ya hear that, Rosie! It was only TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!

RS: I heard it, you asshole!

KT: Hey now! Don't get snippy with me, sister. I'm just trying to help you out!

RS: And I can't say enough how much I appreciate that, Kevin! Killa bringing Simon back to his feet...he's still feeling the effects of that low bl--OH WAIT! Simon with that handful of tights just sent Killa snapping throat-first off that middle rope!

KT: Beautiful leverage move by Simon! Even you--as biased as you are--have to admit it!

RS: Oh you're calling ME biased?! (scoffs) Fans...Simon's got Killa in trouble here! He's got him set up here, and takes him up and over with the Northern Lights Suplex! Simon...

KT: He's not done, Rosie! Look at this!

RS: Simon rolling through! Killa brought back to his feet...and taken over with a snap vertical suplex! One more time now! Simon with Killa...he sits out on the gourdbuster to complete the Simon Series!! Killa is down! Simon...he could have the cover here, but where's he going?! Is he...is he going up top?

KT: Now ya know Rosie, this is a mistake! Simon is not a high-flyer! He should've gone for the cover right there!

RS: You may be right as Simon ascends the turnbuckles here...Killa is out of it on the canvas...he's yet to shake the effects of the Simon Series as Simon tries to balance himself on top...Simon...

KT: Watch that no good--OH NO!!!!!!

RS: DEMP!!!!!

KT: Damn it, Simon! I told you that was a mistake!

RS: Rodney Demp from the outside caused Simon to straddle the top turnbuckle! Simon's in pain here, as Killa pulls himself back to his feet! Simon has straddled that buckle...and now look at Killa here, Kevin! Killa's headed up there with him.

KT: Oh no! Oh no!

RS: Killa to the middle rope with Simon...hard right hand catches Simon right on the forehead! He nails him with a second, and now he's got him hooked! Simon in trouble as Killa..

KT: Where the hell is Swinger--OH MY GOD!!!!!!!

RS: SUPERPLEX!!!!! MY GOD WHAT A SUPERPLEX!!!!!!

KT: Did you see them recoil off the canvas?!

RS: Both men hit the canvas hard...and now watch Killa...Killa's--

KT: He knocked the wind out of himself on that one, Rosie!

RS: He did indeed! Killa trying to gather himself on the canvas...all he's gotta do is turn over and he may have the win here...AND HE DOES!!!! Lateral press on Simon...there's 1...2...

KT: SWINGER!!!!!

RS: Oh my! Swinger at the last second hits the ring to interrupt the count! They were a half-count a way from losing to a couple of "has-beens," Kevin!

KT: Oh, just erase that thought from your filthy little mind, because that'll never happen, Rosie! Never!

RS: Swinger hammering away upon Killa, but in comes Rodney now! Rodney in there to help out his tag partner, and fans we've got a slugfest on our hands! Rodney and Swinger...trading blows in the middle of the ring...and Rodney get the upper hand with a knee lift to the gut! Watch this now...Irish whip...countered by Swinger into a boot to the gut! Swinger now...he's trying to hook him here--

KT: Swing Thing!!!!!

RS: That's what he's looking for, but Rodney...Rodney able to counter out of it with an elbow to the midsection! Swinger shoved into the ropes here...RODNEY CATCHES HIM COMING OFF WITH THE SPINEBUSTER!!!!!! SPINEBUSTER TO SWINGER!!! HE'S JUST BEEN PLANTED!!!

KT: But watch Simon--

RS: Oh! From behind! Simon's got Rodney Demp...AND HE PLANTS HIM WITH AN INVERTED DDT!!!!! Both Swinger and Rodney are down, and now Simon's got Killa here! Perhaps looking to finish him off here, Kev! He's got him set up now...suplex coming up--no! Simon setting Killa up on top now...

KT: He's gonna return the favor, Rosie!

RS: I think you may be right! Simon...yes! Simon's climbing the ropes here...perhaps looking for a superplex of his own...

KT: And what better way to prove their superiority over the Elites, Rosie?! Beat em at their own game!

RS: That's what he's looking to do here! He's got Killa hooked--OH! Killa fires off a right hand! And another one! Simon was looking for that superplex, but Killa's got too much fight left in him, Kevin! Killa...

KT: C'mon, Simon...OH!

RS: Oh my gosh! Big headbutt by Killa sends Simon tumbling all the way from the top, and Simon just hit hard once again!

KT: I can't believe this, Rosie!

RS: Killa...bloodied head and all was able to fight off that superplex attempt...just shows the kinda self-sacrifice from Killa to use a headbutt considering the damage he took to his head before this match!

KT: What it shows me is that the man's nothing more than an idiot! GET HIM SWINGER!

RS: Oh and he does! Swinger pouncing on Killa before he could get himself off of that top rope, and right now...yes...it looks like Swinger's going up top! Swinger's gonna try and pick up where Simon left off...BUT KILLA'S STILL GOT FIGHT LEFT IN HIM, DAMN IT! Killa...Killa's hammering away with right hands...those big right hands to the forehead of Swinger have him staggered! And now watch Rodney here! Rodney Demp from behind...

KT: Look out, Swinger!

RS: Rodney got Swinger hooked! Swinger...trying to fight it but Killa...those right hand...

KT: AHHHHHHHH!

RS: DAAAAAAMN WHAT A POWERBOMB!!!!!!!! POWERBOMB!!!! RODNEY DEMP JUST BROUGHT HIM OFF THAT MIDDLE ROPE WITH THAT VICIOUS POWERBOMB! And Kevin, he may have just succeeded in doing what we've heard him say so often! He may have just broken Swinger damn neck!

KT: Oh you'd love that, wouldn't you?

RS: Rodney with Simon now...there's a knee lift right to the forehead! Another hard knee to the head has Simon staggered, and now wait a minute! Demp's got him hooked...

KT: Oh no...

RS: Flowing DDT coming up--NO! Demp just shoved into the ropes--

KT: Wait a minute!!! Did you see that?!

RS: Demp with the shoulder block as he came off, but Rodney...when he went into those ropes...Killa was up on top, and Rodney's momentum caused him to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top rope! Rodney into the ropes once again...

KT: He doesn't even care, Rosie...

RS: Drop down by Simon...Demp off the other side now as Simon--OH MY GOD!!! Simon using Rodney's momentum to send him sailing up and over the top rope!!!! Rodney Demp hit hard on the outside, and now Simon has Killa here! Killa...Killa still writhing in pain after being crotched on that top rope, as Simon...

KT: Hey wait a second, Rosie! Wait...

RS: Simon...he's got him set up--

KT: SIMONIZER!!!!!!!!!

RS: THE SIMONIZER!!!! HE JUST HIT KILLA WITH THE SIMONIZER!!!!!! COVER BY SIMON...THERE'S 1...THERE'S 2...THERE'S 3!!!!!!!!

KT: HE GOT HIM!!!!!

Ding Ding Ding!!!! ***Cue "Simon Says"

Announcer: Here are your winners, the team of Simon and Swinger!!!!

KT: HAHA!!!!!! What about that, Rosie?!?!?

RS: Simon...Simon capitalizing on that unfortunate mishap with Killa on the top rope, and he and Swinger will walk away with the victory in this one, Kevin!

KT: Yes, Rosalita, and is there any doubt now?! Can you or anyone else deny that what Simon and Swinger said about them being washed up--

RS: Hey wait a minute now! Swinger back into the ring--C'MON!!!!!! Swinger...Swinger putting the boots to Killa! Swinger...

KT: I love it, Rosie! They're getting ready to put those old dogs out to pasture now! Put them right out of their misery!

RS: Swinger stomping away, and now look at Simon getting a piece as well, damn it! We've got a damn two-on-one assault...this match is over damn it--

KT: Oh wait a second!

RS: Watch Rodney! Rodney into the ring with a chair...

(The crowd pops as Rodney rushes to his partner's aid with a steel chair! Simon and Swinger bail to the outside before he can catch up with them, however, and the crowd boos as both men place their arms around Dawn Marie and cockily head back up the ramp and to the locker room)

RS: Rodney with that chair coming to the aid of his partner as those cowards Simon and Swinger...I guess they've decided that discretion's the better part of valour, huh Kev?

KT: Rosie, they've already proven their point to the Elites. They've accomplished what they set out to accomplish. They came out here and told the world that the Elites were no more! The Elites were washed up--just an empty shell of a once great tag team! And Rosie, the Elites had the chance to disprove them! They try back Simon and Swinger into this match trying to take advantage of the fact that these men weren't ready--that they hadn't had their proper warm-up...

RS: Oh give me a break!

KT: Rosie, they tried to take advantage of Simon and Swinger's weakened state, but it still wasn't enough to get the job done! Simon and Swinger are your winners, and look at em now, damn it! Look at em!

RS: Rodney looking over his partner here as Killa...Killa trying to pull himself back to his feet...wait a minute, now. Killa...Killa and Rodney apparently having words here. Killa...he's upset about something--

(Rodney approaches Killa and looks to help him back to his feet, but Killa shrugs him off and pulls himself up on his own. Rodney approaches Killa a second time once he's vertical, at which point Killa greets him with a hard shove that causes him to stumble a few steps in reverse. The crowd lets loose a loud "OOOOOOOOOOOH" in the background as the former champions exchange angry glares)

KT: Now do you see this, Rosie?!

RS: Killa just shoved Rodney! Killa...apparently he's upset about that miscue towards the end of the match, with Rodney accidentally causing him to be crotched upon the top rope. We've got words being exchanged here...AND NOW RODNEY SHOVING KILLA HERE!!!!!!!! Rodney just shoved his partner...Killa right back, and...

KT: Look at this!

RS: We've got a shoving match here, folks! Officials...referee Molineux amonmg others are out here trying to get between these two men, and this crowd, Kevin...they don't know what to think!

KT: See, this is exactly what I was talking about, Rosie! This is what the boys in the back have been saying all week long! These two morons don't like one another!!!! These two don't get along!

RS: Stop it!

KT: Stop what?! Just look in the ring! The proof is in the pudding! This team is a good as dead, Rosie! They're on their last leg!

RS: I...I don't wanna jump into conclusions here as these officials...they try to get these two men under control...

KT: Hehe! Look at the look on Rodney's face, Rosie! This...this is great! Just great!

(The officials work to try and keep Killa calm while across the ring, Rodney looks to have had enough, and hops out of the ring. The crowd sits in stunned silence as he storms up the ramp and starts toward the locker room)

RS: We've got Rodney headed to the back now! The Elites...both men obviously frustrated! Both men letting their emotions get the better of them here tonight...

KT: Oh don't sugarcoat it, Sanchez! This is the writing on the wall for the Elites! This team is done! They are--

RS: Will you stop?!

KT: No, I will not stop! As a world-class broadcast journalist, it is my duty to supply the masses with the pure, raw, unadulterated truth, and Rosie the truth is that all those Elite-fans out there need to pack up their Elite-merchandise! Get all the videos and DVDs you can find, because from this day forward, this team is no more! They are dead, Rosie! DEAD!!!!!

(The cameras cut backstage, where we see Panther exiting his locker room, clad in his black "Panther 215" ring gear with red trim/lettering, and the UWA Universal Title belt draped over his shoulder. The crowd inside the arena pops BIG when his image appears on the tron and starts down the hallway with fire in his eyes)

RS: Oh yeah, folks! It is just about time!!!! There you see the Champion of Champions, and fans, when we come back, you're gonna see it! Panther! Silva! The Universal Title on the line...it's...it's...

(Panther's journey towards the ringside area comes to an abrupt stop as he pauses in the hallway, the look of intensity fading from his face as he glares at something out of camera view. Suddenly, the camera pans out, bringing the now former UWA Commissioner Joanie Laurer into view, her bags in hand as she appears to be on her way out of the arena and the UWA forever. A tense silence fills the room as two go lock eyes and Joanie approaches her friend and former companion. Panther guiltily lowers his eyes as she draws near him, at which point Joanie places her hand on his shoulder. After a moment or so of silence, Panther slowly raises his head and looks at her with sombre expression on his face.)

Panther: Joanie...(sighs) look. I--

Joanie: Panther...it wasn't your fault.

(With that, Joanie pulls him close and gives him a small kiss on the cheek. She then draws away from him, tears now beginning to well up her eyes. She thengives Panther a supportive punch in the shoulder before grabbing her bags and walking out of camera view. Panther gazes in her direction for a moment or so--apparently in deep thought--before turning in the opposite direction and continuing his path to ringside)

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(The Young Gunz' "Friday Night" plays in the background as we cut to the grayscale image of a bloodied Panther lying on the mat unconscious on the canvas following the end game, which soon crossfades into video of a victorious Steve Corino celebrating in front of the Game Time set)

Narrator: On the heels of the most important Pay-Per-View in UWA history...

(Jump cut to a video clip of CM Punk giving Panther "Welcome to Chicago" [double underhook backbreaker], then to another grayscale clip of him delivering the Pepsi Plunge to Spanky before finally cutting to a full color clip of him holding his arms in the air while having the I-C Title belt strapped around his waist by Dawn Marie)

Narrator:...this Team Corino member looks to build upon his team's End Game victory with a successful title defense on the Mothership...

(We then cut to footage of Kid Kash delivering a springboard somersault senton from the top rope and onto Punk and the Young Wunz on the arena floor, followed by a clip of him pinning Punk to win the Light Heavyweight Title at Showtime 2004, then a grayscale close up of him glaring into a ringside camera and motioning around his waist with a "belt" gesture)

Narrator:...but this hated rival looks to put a halt to his foe's momentum by defeating him for his most prized possession!

.::CM PUNK::.

(We cut to cinematic footage of Punk standing in a dark and dingy room, holding up the sXe symbol as a white spotlight falls upon his frame)