Malice comes on the air as slow but heavy music, Haunted by Evanescence, plays showing a recap of Ring Wars. We see men going through tables, Tricky destroying Dick Gazinya and Frankie Fanboy, Enforcer investigating issues backstage, Mainstreamer sitting atop the cage and unmasking himself, Ichabod tazing Triple X, the three champions of the Ring Wars match heading backstage in turn, and finally Ender, Wafer, Ichabod, and Mainstreamer standing proud as they have unmasked themselves and destroyed Johnny Vain.

The next video pack rolls showing all the violence that group has caused over the past week, a hotel burning to the ground, Quake's mansion being destroyed, a church boiler meltdown, a theme park falling to pieces, a golf course burning looking like a warzone, and a barroom massacre with nearly fifty innocents beaten within an inch of their lives

A matrix style culmination of letters and numbers form the nWo logo. From there the logo morphs into the WoW logo then begin to dissipate once again. The characters fly around on the screen until they form the shape of a man. Color is added to the man and it is none other then the President of the WoW, Darren Zillaman. Suddenly the film rips and we see the group people have been simply calling the clique; President Ichabod, VP Wafer, Ender, and The Mainstreamer. The show cuts inside the Dillon arena in Hartford, Connecticut where the capacity crowd is on fire. The fans cheer and hold up their signs as they see themselves on the gigantic wraparound screen which sits ontop of a long silver stage. The stage features darkgreen lazer lights moving back and fourth over two smaller screens resembling large computer monitors. In the foreground, 13 Stitches is there playing their new official WoW theme, "The Violent". Oddly enough, there is a giant steel cage hanging over the ring, although there isn't a cage match scheduled for tonight.

Hank- Happy New Year ladies and gentlemen. One week has passed since Ring Wars, and all hell has broken loose after Ichabod screwed all of his faithful followers.

Michael D.- Already half the nWo and WoW have vowed to get the clique back for the havoc they've caused, and as you could see from those clips, the havoc hasn't ended.

Hank- Lets get right into the action!

Hank - "What a way to start off our show then with a cross promotional battle royal! I guess we won't be using that steel cage that's hanging above the ring for this."

Michael D - "I'm still wondering why it's here. There's no cage match planned. And doesn't that cage have a roof on it?? Anyway, This battle between nWo and WoW is just escalating! It all starts tonight as we have the brands facing off against eachother. Plus, the final two remaining in this battle royal is supposed to become contenders for a championship. I guess it all depends which brands are left at the end."

Hank - "What if it's both?"

Michael D - "I guess we're going to find out. All the competitors are in the ring and ready to go."

Before the show went on the air all the competitors made their introductions to the ring. Representing the nWo is Esteban, Seamus Bailey, Jake Stevens, Jonny Odel, 2 Dope, Anarchy and Adam Payne.
Representing the WoW is Damien Brimstone, Rose, Shady, Tom King, Malakian, Reno Budeki, The Big Bossman, RJ Souza, Syko Steve and Johnny Devastating.
The bell rings and the competitors begin to tear eachother apart. In no time at all, Johnny Devastating and Reno Budeki charge at Esteban who quickly ducks and dumps both men over the top rope and to the floor!

Hank - "That's two gone from the WoW already!"

Rose and Shady lock up in the corner and struggle to take eachother over the top but Damien Brimstone steps in. He grabs Rose by the hair and throws her down to the mat to get at his super natural counterpart, Shady. Brimstone and Shady lock up trying to over power eachother. Brimstones eyes begin to glow red and Shady's begins to glow purple as they continue to struggle. Tom King steps in as he has had trouble with both these beings. He begins attacking both of them at once. Brimstone and Shady stop focusing on eachother and turn to Tom King who realizes he just made a big mistake. They both plant a hand around the neck of King and double chokeslam him to the mat. With Brimstones attention aside, Rose jumps on his back and begins to choke him out. Shady in the meantime picks up King and tosses him over the top and to the floor eliminating him. He spots Rose and Brimstone struggling near the ropes. He grabs Brimstone by the legs and dumps both of them over the top rope. They both fall out of the ring, but at the last second Rose clings to the ropes and hangs on while Brimstone falls to the floor being eliminated.

Michael D - "Things arn't looking too good for WoW. They're eliminating each other now. That's 2 more gone."

Across the ring, RJ Souza begins attacking everyone he can find. He levels Seamus with a neckbreaker and tosses him over the top rope eliminating him. 2 Dope and Jonny Odel get double clotheslined by Souza who grabs them up and throws them out next to Seamus in the elimination pile.

Hank - "RJ is on fire! He just eliminated 3 nWo members!"

Esteban then attacks RJ stopping the rampage. He rakes his eyes and begins to force him over the top when Malakian charges at them. Esteban sees him coming and back body drops him not only over the top rope but over RJ! Malakian is eliminated. Jake Stevens charges at Anarchy tied up in the ropes and clotheslines him over the top and eliminates him when Adam Payne comes behind Stevens and dumps him out not soon after. Rose has gotten back in the ring and tosses the Big Bossman over the top to elimination as well as Syko Steve before going back to battle with Shady.

Hank - "They're being tossed out like yesterdays garbage! Esteban and Adam Payne are left for the nWo while the WoW still has RJ Souza, Shady and Rose!"

Adam Payne attacks Esteban who is trying to work on RJ. Both cling to the ropes. He grabs them both abd attempts to dump them over. All three of them go over the ropes. RJ and Esteban who were clinging to the ropes hang on and unfortunalty, Adam Payne has nothing to hang on to and joins the eliminated persons on the outside. Rose clobbers Shady down to the mat. She climbs the ropes and looks around to the crowd and shouts "FLYING MONKEY!" before coming off with a shooting star press...but misses!! Shady rolled out of the way.

Michael D - "Flying monkey? What the heck was that about?"

Shady pulls a hurt Rose up and tosses her over the top rope but she hangs on. Shady charges at her to knock her off the ring but she ducks and hits him with a shoulder in the stomach. She springboards off the ropes and hooks her legs around his neck hurincanrana style and pulls him over the top and eliminating him while she hangs onto the ropes. She climbs back into the ring to see RJ and Esteban battling in the corner.

Hank - "This is it....one more elimination and this match is over."

Rose decides to help her WoW counterpart and team up on Esteban. RJ smiles and the two kick him while Esteban is down. RJ holds his hand out to high five Rose. She smiles and high fives him before RJ kicks her in the stomach and DDTs her to the mat.

Hank - "You just can't trust anyone."

RJ pulls up Rose and tries to dump her over the ropes but she clings onto them. Esteban gets up and joins them. He tries to eliminate them like Adam Payne had done earlier. All three of them go over the top but they all manage to hang onto the ropes and eachother. All three, get to their feet on the outside of the ropes. Esteban stands in between Rose and RJ who at the same time deliver and elbow to the face of Esteban sending him off the apron and to the floor eliminating him. The bell rings to end the match. RJ then takes stoops to a low and begins to kiss Rose. Rose fights him off and kicks him between the legs knocking him off the apron. She climbs inside the ring as the crowd begins to cheer.

Hank - "RJ shouldn't have done that. Regardless, Rose and RJ become contenders for a championship...but which..."

Suddenly "My Way" by Limp Bizkit plays as Prez Darren steps out onto the stage with a mic. He looks very disgruntled.

Prez Darren - "There was no doubt in my mind that WoW would come out on top in this match. That is why RJ and Rose are now number one contenders for the WoW Championship!! But that's not why I'm out here. I'm sick and tired of all these slackers that the WoW DOES have! WoW had the edge in this match and look at all you fools that got eliminated. It's not just tonight either. Ring Wars was a disaster! I've had it! As of right now, I've got a suitcase full of pink slips. Who do we have down there....Bossman...YOU'RE FIRED!....Johnny Devasting...FIRED!! Reno Budeki...FIRED!!.....Malakian, Tom King, Syko Steve....ALL FIRED!! Who else do we have down there....Brimstone....as far as I'm concearned, you have nothing left of your powers. I think you need a little time off. Shady is the new man in town, so as of right now Brimstone...you are SUSPENDED!!"

Hank - "What the hell is Darren doing??"

Michael D - "It's called making an example."

As all of this is going on, Adam Payne steps up to Prez Darren and asks for the microphone.

Adam Payne - "The wrestling world needs more presidents like you Darren. Ichabod is a joke. He's done nothing by screw me around and do everything he can for PKA and I've had enough. As of this moment....I QUIT the nWo! Let me come into the WoW Darren, I won't disappoint you. I know I was eliminated from the match but I practically eliminated myself. I was tossin' guys around just fine. Give me a chance?"

Prez Darren smiles.

Prez Darren - "You did look pretty good out there. You've got yourself a deal. Welcome the newest member to the WoW...Adam Payne!!!"

Prez Darren and Payne shake hands and leave the arena. The show cuts backstage. A door with the word "ELITE" is shown. The door flies open and a man in a black vinyl mask emerges. He looks into the camera and speaks.

The Misfit - "Who were you expecting? Triple X maybe? Triple X is dead and gone.. and finally I have returned. For years I've been held prisoner in the mind of that pathetic piece of garbage, but finally The Misfit is reborn!"

The crowd shows mixed reactions, really not knowing what to think as they watch this on the big screens in the arena.

The Misfit - "Your star has finally burn out, but the show must go on. Tonight, you won't see Ichabod and Mainstreamer vs Darren, and Triple X.. I'll be taking his place, and when me and that skinny jerk Darren are done, I'll destroy him also. I'm not hear to take sides, or play favorites, I'm here for one reason, and that's to cause alot of pain. WoW.. nWo.. It's time to get... MISTREATED! With that the Misfit drops the mic and leaves. The camera crew goes inside the Elite locker room and everyone sees Triple X gagged and tied to a chair. Just then, B-Pac enters the room and begins to untie X.

B Pac - "X, man what happened?"

Triple X - "Where am I?"

B-Pac - "Who did this to you!?"

Triple X - "I don't know, I think it was the guy in the black mask.. All I know is I was attacked by a raw chicken....wait.....Misfit? raw chicken? X be damned! I know who it is! Come on!"

Triple X and B-Pac leave the room and run down the hallway. They search around until finally they see the masked man trying to hide in a closet. They grab him and pull him out.

Triple X - "I was actually beginning to think I was losing my mind old man, but I should have known.. that all of this time it was... Dusty Rhodes!"

X rips off the mask revealing Terry Funk! Pac releases Funk who pulls his pants down, stripping to his under wear.

Terry Funk - "It's me Terry Funk!"

Triple X - "I knew it was you when I took the mask off, you didn't have to strip... but how could you do this to me?"

Terry Funk - "I needed to get in the game jack! Nobody wanted an old washed up drunkered like me! I woulda got away with it if it wasnt for you and your pesky Pac!"

Triple X - "The Cornerstone woulda given you a job if you would have asked... Actually.. I could use a trainer if you're interested?"

Terry Funk - "Ya'mean dat jack!?"

Triple X - "Sure why not.?"

X and Terry hug. B-Pac hides his face in his hands trying to hide his laughter as the scene opens in the staff car park of the Dillon Amphitheatre where Malice is being staged. The camera shows a long view of the whole car park, and it’s deserted bar a security guard in the distance. Suddenly, there is the roar of a Harley Davidson motorcycle, and an unknown person speeds in on it into the car park far too fast, and the security guard shakes his fist at the offending motorcyclist.

With a skid, the biker pulls up his Harley next to a KFC pick up truck, and cuts the engine. He steps off his bike, and the camera gets a full view of him and his dress sense. He wears faded blue denim jeans with knee high biker boots and a metal codpiece. He wears a black vest and over the top he wears a brown leather jacket. His head is obscured by his black helmet, and the visor is tinted and down over the face.

He pauses momentarily to put his keys in one inside pocket, and then quickly checks on something in the other. His helmeted head nods, and it’s quite easy to see there’s a certain satisfaction in the nod despite the fact that his features are hidden.

He confidently strides towards the entrance to the arena, and the camera follows him. With the camera watching from behind, he pulls off the helmet and a flow of dark black hair with blonde highlights cascades down his back. He shakes his head, and turns to the camera. For those that know him, it’s ‘El Gambit’ Santiago DeTouwce; for those that don’t, it’s a ruggedly handsome, late 30s/early 40s Hispanic man with dark stubble and a sneer on his face.

El Gambit- “Mierda! It’s been a long time, and this feels good! If the wrestling world thought they’d seen the last of ‘El Gambit; Santiago DeTouwce, they were sorely wrong! El Gambit, NWO… you’d better believe it debiluchos!”

El G laughs nastily, and turns to enter the arena.

Hank- What does debilucho mean?

Mike D-Yeah ask me because I’m the bilingual genius right? The cameras switch outside of the arena where we see a black 2002 Cadillac Escalade pull up.

Hank- I think we know who that is don't we Michael D?

Michael D- Do I look like the damn DMV Mike? How the hell am I supposed to know who that is?

Hank- Well if you payed attention to anything besides your right hand and playboy you would noticed Nathan Williams has been known to drive a Caddy, the license plate says Nate, and oh shit, look-e there! Williams just stepped out of the Caddy!

Michael D- Hey! We're a team here! Act like it please? Why don't we talk about how Nate is late showing up. His match is next and he is not even ready!

Hank- Makes no difference really seeing as how Maxx Pain hasn't arrived either.

Nathan Williams steps to the trunk of his car and smiles while looking around. He reaches into his pocket and grabs a set of keys and unlocks the trunk. A bright flash of light appears out of no where as Nathan falls to the ground in convulsions. Out of the trunk pops Maxx Payne with a taser laughing his diabolical ass off.

Hank- Well I'll be damned! The little bugger has got an ace up his sleeve!

Maxx kicks Nathan upside the head for good measure as he reaches into the trunk and pulls out a 2x4 with a lone rusty nail nailed in the top of it. A referee climbs out also, looking a bit confused and this match has officially begun backstage! Maxx briefly rests the rusty nail up against Nathan's temple getting his aim before he pulls back to hit finish Nathan off once and for all. However, adrenaline rushes through Nate's body as his life flashes before his eyes. With a swift spin and a hard kick Max finds his feet sailing over his head before he feels the impact of concrete kiss the back of his head. A violent but brief darkness overcomes Maxx as he feels a moistness oozing from the back of his head. He doesn't even need to feel to realize he is busted open very badly.

Michael D- In the words of the man Chris Farley! "That's gonna leave a mark!"

Nathan stumbles back to his feet slowly but surely twitching all the way. He leans against his car looking in the trunk as Maxx begins to stir about the pavement. Nathan reaches in and produces a tire iron which he promptly brings down square across Maxx's back. Pain lets out a gasp of air as he collapses back to the concrete. Williams drops the tire iron and reaches for his keys which are still in the latch of the trunk. He tires to shake of the taser affects as he walks towards the driver's seat of the car.

He manages to get inside the car, but before he can even get started he hears and feels the impact of glass coming across the left side of his face. Nathan barely flinches as glass cuts his face in several different areas. Maxx meanwhile, reaches thru the window and procedes to drag Nathan out by his ears cutting him up even worse all along his body. Maxx keeps ahold of Nathan by his head as he knees him twice across the bridge of the nose. This in turn causes large amounts of blood beginning to flow from Nathan's nose.

Hank- I think Maxx Payne has a thank you card coming from a plastic surgeon in his near future after that brutal attack!

Michael D- I think we either need some help because I have a feeling the worst is yet to come.

Hank- You can say that again!

Michael D- I think we either need...

Hank- Michael D! That's a figure of speech!

Meanwhile Maxx continues to pulverize Nathan with devastating shots to key parts of the body. Nathan looks to be completely out of it. Maxx loses focus on Nathan as he begins to mouth the referee about something which we cannot hear. Nathan fights the pain and manages to get on his hands and knees as Maxx reaches back down to get a grip on his head.

Without warning Nathan balls up his fist and hits Maxx harder than he has ever been hit squarely in the balls. Even the ref turns his head away in pain as Maxx falls to his knees clinching what is left of his goodies. Nathan uses Pain as a prop to stand up on his own two feet. This doesn't last long though as Williams begins to stumble backwards and lands against the side of his car looking dazed. He takes a few long deep breathes and begins to wipe the blood from his eyes as he measures up the situation. Williams reaches in and pops the hood of his engine as heavy breathes continue to fill his lungs with much need oxygen. A small sadistic smile comes across his face as he reaches down and grabs Pain by his throat and pulls him up.

Maxx tries to muster a breathe to no avail as Nathan jacks him as hard as he can across the jaw. Maxx's legs go limp but amazingly enough Williams keeps him up by the grip he has on his throat. He next leads Maxx over to the engine and lays his head acoss the outline of the engine hood. He looks up to make sure everything is all lined up when he feels an amazing pressure swell across his head. His vision starts to fade black but comes back again. Williams begins to rock a little back and forth before regaining his compsure.

Michael D- I think all that blood loss is starting to catch up to Williams. He's got that glossed over look in his eye that says he is about in la-la land.

Hank- You could be right Michael D, but Maxx Payne isn't doing so well himself. Honestly, after that low blow Maxx will probably need to seek some advice from Micheal Miller.

Michael D- And why is that?

Hank- Because after today neither one of them will have any balls!

Nathan begins to smack Pain upside his head and starts talking smack. He looks up once again to make sure Maxx's head is aligned with the hood that way he will surely break his neck when he slams it down into him. But before he can even reach Williams face turns purple like a plum. The camera pulls back to reveal Maxx's right leg planted firmly in between Nate's leg. Nathan lets out a long breathe as he begins to crumple foward on top of Maxx. Pain scooches his way out of the way and lines Nate's head up with the hood. Before he can even think twice about it he reaches up and slams the hood down on Williams neck as hard as he can. Williams goes limp and begins to slide onto the pavement, but not before Maxx brings the hood back down across the back of Nathan's head. A sickening thud garners loud groans from the crowd as Nathan falls to the pavement on his back out cold. Maxx props humself up against the car and put his foot across the side of Nathan's jaw. The ref has no choice to count it and he does. 1-2-3! The bell rings!

Hank- Well in a short but sickening match Maxx takes brutality to a different level.

Michael D- I feel dirty after watching that. Was that even legal in the United States? Let's just get on with the show so I never have to think about what I just saw again!

Hank- Wait wait, look!

Out of the left side of the backstage area comes El Gambit Santiago DeTouwce, who clocks Nathan Williams and Maxx Pain with a nine inch cosh! Nate was already out, but now Pain is down there with him! El G. Takes off out of the scene as quickly as he came into it.

Mike D.- What... why...who...?

Suddenly the cameras begin to flicker and the picture begins to fade in and out. Over the PA system 'Idioteque' by Radiohead begins to play as the cameras pan all around the arena. The crowd is going crazy as a voice begins to boom over the music.

Mystery Voice - A ghost of the past has come back to haunt what he had once known... and now everyone must pay for the sins that they have commited. Everyone... from Mainstreamer to Adam Cage will feel the effects of the Gloaming. Like a plauge it will sweep across the nWo and the WoW until nothing is left but the ruins of what was once a grand company. I have come back from the dead to claim the prize I have yet to get my hands upon. I want my hands on that WoW title. I will not stop until I have my hands upon it.

The cameras catch a glimpse of a figure standing high above the arena inside the comfort of one of the skyboxes.

Mystery Voice - I've sat and watched as the nWo has played out it's days as one of the greatest companies in the wrestling busiess today, but I've seen to many people get too many things that they don't deserve. I've come to bestow the justice that nWo needs around here.

A spotlight is shined to the skybox as the figure standing there is non other than 'The Outsyder'Adam Lax. He's dressed in a pair of tattered blue jeans and a black t-shirt with his hair pulled back into a ponytail.

'The Outsyder'Adam Lax - In time everyone will find that it makes no difference who you are because you will not escape the Gloaming... because you cannot run... and you cannot hide because I will find you. When I do, you will feel the sweat drip down your forehead and onto your eyebrow and wonder why it has to happen to you. It's alright though... I'll make sure it doesn't take long...

Suddenly the lights cut out again and come back on and Adam Lax is gone.

The lights in the arena dim completely... the chatter of the crowd is all that can be heard as there is dead silence on the PA. Suddenly, "Army of Me" by Chimera explodes out of the speakers as the lights flash. As the song slowly builds up, the lights begin to gradually fade in. As the song actually begins the lights die an explosion of pure flame erupts from the entrance area in unison with the guitars. As the flames subside, Ender and Fallen Angel are seen standing in the entryway. With his sunglasses on and a cigarette hanging from his lips, he stands at the top of the ramp looking blankly from side to side at the crowd. He then takes a puff from his cigarette and begins his descent of the ramp followed by Fallen Angel. He walks down the ramp slowly, still looking out into various parts of the crowd with a disgusted smirk on his face. As he makes it to the ring he rolls under the bottom rope and rises to his feet quickly in the center of the ring. He removes his jacket and throws it outside of the ring where Fallen Angel catches it. He continues to puff his cigarette while waiting for his opponent Fable.

Fable’s entrance is somewhat dull in comparison to the flashing display of modern technology that Ender had come out to. "1208" by Lies that Lie simply plays as Fable walks out from behind the curtain. His sturdy figure shows no hesitation as he briskly steps toward the ring where Ender is waiting for him still cockily puffing away on his cigarette, grinning at Fable.

Michael D - Fable looking focused as ever for this match tonight.

Hank- …and Ender with his regular game face on.

As his feet grace the floor at the foot of the entry ramp Fable stops. His focus still unflinching from his opponent who is now leaning on the top rope gazing out at Fable with the same confident grin as ever. Raising one arm Fable points at Ender, his stern face covered by his black mask. Taking his weight off the ropes Ender rears back and raises both arms pointing to his own chest while mouthing ‘me?’ in a mocking manner before turning around, seemingly advancing to his corner. In an instant however he has spun back background and broken off into a run at the ropes. His left foot graces the second rope springing his right to the top as he leaps off in a spectacular springboard dropkick catching Fable unaware and bundling them both to the floor outside the ring.

Michael D - Holy crap Hank! Did you see that? Certainly the way to kick off a match here at Malice, This crowd is in awe of that move!

Hank- Pity he’s a cocky SOB.

The bell rings to signal the official start of the match as Ender peels the downed Fable off the arena floor, proceeding to throw Fable’s head forward, bashing it twice against the security rail and whipping the hapless Fable into the ring post. Turning to long down the aisle at Dark Angel he gives her a wink before turning back to Fable.

Fable however is now kneeling, clearing his head from its previous hammering. Ender stalks over to him, eyeing his competitor up before swinging back his leg and thrusts it forward, on course for Fable’s ribs. Fable however has other plans as he catches the leg that is hurtling toward him by the shin and calf, using it’s own momentum he dips his elbow resulting in a kink in Ender’s knee. Sending him straight down alongside Fable.

Hank- That’s what I call painful

Ender cringes in pain from his twisted knee as Fable rises to his feet. Hearing the booming voice of the Referee inside the ring shouting the count to him. Fable roll into the ring but then back out again stopping the count. He wasn’t going to take his previous assault lightly. This time he throws a kick at the ribs of Ender and steps over him as he rolls to the side grimacing in pain. Looming over the helpless Ender, Fable grasps two handfuls of hair and hoists Ender to his feet and in a split second rears back and lunges forward sending an elbow to the gut of Ender, knocking the wind out of him but not knocking him down. Fable jumps to the ring apron landing his right foot atop it before jumping off once more in an aerial martial arts kick, his heel connecting head on with Ender’s once grinning face. It the kick to the ribs hadn’t knocked the smile off it this had!

Michael D- Impressive!

With only a few more counts left Fable decides to take it to the ring. Lifting the stunned Ender and throwing him inside the ring before eyeing up Fallen Angel with disgust, Fable follows his opponent in. Ender scrambles across the ring trying to evade Fable as Fable stalks him. Ender then lunges forward from his knees landing a fist to the gut of Fable, giving him time to rise to his feet. Ender throws a low kick Fable’s way connecting with the back of Fable’s knee causing him to stumble to one leg. With the other leg and in seemingly the same combo of movements Ender drops backward nailing a drop kick to the chin of Fable.

Hank- That was close to a knockout blow right there!

Michael D- And it’s only the start of the match.

Seeing his opponent is down Ender’s smile creeps back on to his face as he turns to run at the turnbuckle not too far from Fable’s downed body. Running up the turnbuckle and leaping off in a graceful backward flip Ender lands on Fable’s midsection connecting with a spectacular moonsault that was picture perfect. Catching his breath he gets to his feet and looks down at Fable with a loathing look on his face. He lifts up the masked man grabbing ahold of his mask and jerking him to his feet. Ender places a kick to Fable’s midsection and grasps his head before lifting him into the air and dropping his down directly onto the top of his head in a hanging brainbuster.

Michael D- That was the clunk right there.

Hank- He isn’t going to wrap it up this early I can assure you that.

Ender covers the recently clunk’d Fable. 1…2…Kick out. He smashes the mad with his fist mad that he hasn’t rapped it up with that last move. He picks up Fable smashing his forehead into his opponents in a vicious headbutt sending Fable staggering backward clutching his head. That was to be it for Fable though. Raising his head in a sick frown he stares at Ender and charges forward connecting with a clothesline but rapping his arm around Ender’s head in a sleeper style manoeuvre. Knowing how well Fable can apply his trademark sleeper Ender drops to the floor straight away also hitting Fable with a jawbreaker. Ender flips to his feet and runs at the ropes charging back toward the rising Fable who sees it coming and sidesteps as Ender connects with the ropes and is sent back across the ring, but this time with Fable following him. As Ender turns to connect with the roped once more Fable jumps in a 180 lifting his leg and guillotining Ender just as he turns in a jumping calf kick. He proceeds to stamp on Ender while holding onto the ropes for leverage.

Michael D- I wouldn’t wanna get on the wrong side of Fable Hank.

Hank- Mmm?

Michael D- Stop staring at Fallen Angel ya perv!

Ender rolls out of the ring holding his head to regroup, leaving Fable to stare at him from inside the ring. Fallen Angel however is on the opposite side of the ring, standing on the ring apron leaning in shouting at Fable in an attempt to distract him. Fable turns his attention with a sick grin or so we would expect under his dark mask as he struts over to Fallen Angel who is still shouting at him. She drops off the apron just in time as Ender hurtles across the ring smashing both forearms into the back of Fables head. He keeps ahold of Fable and throws punch after punch into him before whipping Fable into the ropes. As Fable returns Ender drops to his knees and sweeps Fable sending him neck first onto the top rope. Fable bounces off the rope painfully, while clutching his throat as Ender springs to his feet and dives on Fable covering him. 1..2…

Michael D- Oooh! So close Hank.

Ender now seems focuses as he doesn’t worry about his failure to cover. He steps over to the nearest turnbuckle and mounts it, perched atop it like a predator stalking it’s prey. Fable is slow to his feet as he gets up to one knee and grasps the second rope to try and pull himself up. Fable spots Ender but his main concern still seems to bet getting to his feet. His left foot finally stands firmly on to mat as he looks up only to see Ender leap off the top rope, landing on Fable’s shoulders and trying to flip backward in a hurricanrana type move.

Michael D- That was some hangtime!

Hank- Fo shizzle!

Michael D simply stares at Hank with a concerned look on his face.

Ender’s intentions are marred however as he is simply stuck on top Fable’s shoulders. Fable, showing phenomenal strength for a man of his size lifts Ender and drills him to the mat in a sit-down powerbomb. The ring shakes with impact as Fable covers Ender. 1…2…ALMOST! Fable throws Enders legs to his side as he gets to his feet and grasps Ender’s shirt, yanking him up but knocking him straight back down with a short clothesline. Ender rolls backward from the blow and flips himself up with the aid of the ropes. It was now his turn for payback. He runs and jumps, dropping a double heel to the face of Fable knocking him down with a front dropkick. He flips up to his feet once more in an almost outburst of adrenaline. He charges at the downed position of Fable and leaps, spinning in the air landing a 180 leg drop. Getting up he grasps hold of Fable’s right leg, spinning it around and dropping his leg down he twists himself and Fable into a figure four leglock applying immense pressure on the hold. He sits up pushing as Fable covers his face in agony as Ender pushing his foot, tightening the hold. Fable looks to try and grab the ropes but he’s miles away from any of the four sides of the ring. Ender hurls a fist forward into Fable’s gut and tries to lock on more pressure.

Michael D- Gotta be writhing in agony there Hank.

Hank- Dat’s Right!

Michael D- What’s up with you tonight?

Something suddenly click with Fable as he tries to turn to the right. Ender’s face turns to horror as he attempts to hold onto his part of the hold. Fable manages to turn half the way over but Ender unhooks one of his legs and lunges forward with a fist directly to Fable’s ribs. Another…and another. Fable and Ender both release their parts of the hold, Ender jumps to his feet as Fable lies there still in pain from the hold. Ender turns and showboats to the crowd, winking at Fallen Angel. He turns back but only to be greeted by a superkick from Fable who is clutching the ropes for all he’s worth. He looks down at Ender whose eyes are fluttering as he is stunned by the snap manoeuvre. Fable places a hand across Ender’s face showing no remorse and pulls him to his feet. He jams a thumb into the eyes of Ender and follows that up by throwing his elbow into the face of Ender, smashing it into the top of his nose. Ender stumbles backward clutching his nose as he is closely followed by Fable who spins round Ender locking on a sleeper hold. He pulls Ender into the middle of the ring who is scrambling, waving his arms trying to get a grasp on Fables mask. Fable has learned from his previous mistake however and has his head bent away from Ender.

Michael D- He’s looking groggy.

Ender’s arms slowly stop waving as he begins to show signs of fatigue from the hold. Fallen Angel looks on from outside the ring anxiously. But suddenly a red dot begins to move along the canvas, up the body of Ender and onto the head of Fable. Not noticing it however he jerks Ender around as if to check if he was fully lifeless yet, the red dot light scanning across his eyes though. This startles him as he drops Ender who slumps to the floor and gazes out at the crowd to see where the sight was coming from but is blinded by the lights surrounding the suspended gantries above the ring. Ender regains some consciousness and shakes his head as Fallen Angel mounts the apron behind him shaking him and pushing something into his palm. His eyes fix on Fable who is still looking around the crowd, obviously preoccupied. Ender charges at him, lunging forward smashing Fable across the back of the head with what looks like his solid platinum sunglasses case. Fable drops to the floor beside Ender lifeless as Ender covers him. 1…2…3!

Mike D.- What an incredible match! Well fought for both men and a hell of a debut for Ender!

Hank- Mad wins yo!

Mike D.- Hank?! What is wrong with you?

Hank- Nothing, fucko. Mike stares at Hank, who suddenly jumps up, and pulls off his Hank mask. Underneath is Disciple Martin! He does a little chess champion victory dance and hurries to the back. Hank strolls down the ramp and sits down.

Hank- Did I miss anything?

Mike D.- Nope.

In the backstage area Ichabod can be seen exiting his locker room/office. He makes his way down the empty hallway, his footsteps echoing as he walks along. Suddenly something can be heard behind him as he quickly spins around, ready to attack. He spots a few metal pipes that have fallen to the ground. Ichabod takes a deep breath and turns back around to go on his way. Just as he faces forward a sledgehammer swings just inches in front of his face and it drives right into the wall, causing it to bust. Ichabod falls on his butt, startled at the near blow to the head. He looks to see who the culprit was and there stands Seth Raide. Seth yanks the hammer out of the big dent in the wall and glares down at Ichabod who begins to scoot backwards, afraid to stand.

Seth Raide- Ichabod... I believe we were on the subject of revenge?

Seth brings the customized sledgehammer, given to him by Magic, above his head and drives it right into the ground, just missing Ichabod’s leg as he continues to scoot back in fear. Seth pulls the hammer out of the ground to reveal a large dent with cracks surrounding it. Ichabod tries to pull an angry face to threaten Seth.

Ichabod- I’m the wrong man to mess with, Raide!

Seth- Really? Well, in that case

Seth brings the sledgehammer back up again and drops it on the other side of Ichabod, again just missing his leg.

Seth- Imagine the damage this thing can do if I actually hit my target.

Ichabod- SECURITY! SOMEONE! GET THIS LUNA...

Another sledgehammer shot to the hard floor, again breaking up the ground up. Seth pulls the hammer back up and grins down at Ichabod who continues to scoot back.

Seth- You know Ichabod, I think I actually liked you. You seemed like a smart man; someone I could have an intelligent conversation with over a cup of tea. But then you went and fucked that up! I mean, of all people why did you attack me?!

Seth stares at him with questioning eyes, waiting for an answer. Ichabod stops scooting and stares back.

Ichabod- Why did I attack you?! Because I can! You’re MY property! And I swear if you hit me with that you’ll pay in more ways than one!

Seth- Is that your final answer?

Ichabod gets sick of this and is about to get to his feet when Seth swings the hammer again. With the steel head coming straight at his face, just inches away, Ichabod closes his eyes, holds his breath, and grinds his teeth together. There’s a long moment of stillness. Ichabod finally opens his eyes and looks up. No Seth Raide. He pants hard and wipes the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, then looks down the hallway to see the destruction he had avoided. Did Seth actually miss his target, or was Ichabod ever meant to be hit? Wafer and The Mainstreamer can be seen coming around the corner, laughing and talking with each other. The Mainstreamer stops and looks down at Ichabod, then at the broken wall and floor areas. They quickly rush to Ichabod’s aid.

Wafer- Who did this to you!?

Ichabod- ...It doesn’t matter. Help me up.

The scene fades as they help Ichabod to his feet.

Hank - "We are just about set for our next match for the Trivia Championship."

All of a suddon, the tron lights up and we see both Shayne Ryder with the Trivia Championship and Lawrence Jarvis who just bumped into eachother backstage behind the curtain. They are about to exchange words when Prez Darren walks up to the two of them.

Prez Darren - "Hello boys. I'm glad I caught you. You see, unfortunalty this match has been cancelled so there's no need to get in a huff about it with eachother."

Ryder with his new look and makeup steps forward.

Ryder - "Why's that?"

Prez Darren sees the title belt on his shoulder and calmly picks it up and begins to look at it.

Prez Darren - "Well, you see...I created the Trivia Title, so that means I can also Un-create it. As of this very moment the title is now INACTIVE! The way I see it, if the WoW can't have it...then NOBODY can have it!"

Ryder gets estatic. Jarvis then steps up looking pissed off as well.

Jarvis - "What about me?? I'm about to bring the title back to the WoW!"

Prez Darren - "Are you kidding me?? You had a shot at 3 Championships at Ring Wars. You represented the WoW and what did you do?? NOTHING!! As far as I'm concearned, you are no better then those pile of losers I fired in the battle royal."

Prez Darren reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pink slip and hands it to Jarvis.

Prez Darren - "Lawrence Jarvis....YOU'RE FIRED!"

Prez Darren smiles as he walks away with the Trivia Championship. Ryder and Jarvis are in disbeleif. Ryder looks at Jarvis and shakes his head.

Ryder - "I don't believe this. He has gone insane."

Jarvis doesn't know what to say. He just steps away with his pink slip as we see Prez Darren drop the Trivia title in the garbage can. Ryder walks down the hallway to where Ichabod, Wafer, Mainstreamer, and now Ender still standing. They look pretty pissed enough as the former champion walks up to them.

Shane-I suppose you were in on my losing this belt. Slipped a word to Darren about the losers not competing eh?

Ichabod- Thats ridiculous. When have we had anything to do with Darren?

Shane- Does any of it make sense? When did Wafer start standing for screwing people over?

Wafer- Don't start your shit with me, Ryder...

Shane throws out an arm to point in Wafer's face.

Shane- No... you started, you started by signing your soul away to this flawed and sordid plan and leaving behind any dignity you had. Leaving behind your friends. Do you know who your true friends are? I am disgusted that we were once good friends. I never want anything to do with you again.

Wafer begins to walk away from Ryder with the rest of the group, when Ryder yells at him to stop...as soon as Wafer turns around Ryder grabs his bat out of his coat and plants a good shot right into his abdomen...Wafer falls down and Ryder walks away with a few last words.

Shane- Im leaving you all to do what you want for now...but when i come back...the black rose will end it all

Ender and Ichy look to give chase, but Wafer stops them, shaking his head enigmatically. The Mainstreamer just glares at the scene smirking.

"My Time" blasts over the PA System and pyro shoots up from both sides of the stage. On the nWotron are shots of PKA executing many high flying moves and being put through much pain as well as dishing it out. Shots of him flying through a few set up chairs are shown, as well as him falling off a ladder from Ring Wars, and more. Out on the stage, PKA walks out. PKA raises his arms up, with his fists touching each other, his right arm covered in a white cast. PKA grins in a cocky way as the crowd cheers for this extremist. He makes his way down the ramp, sporting his new "Ultraviolent Perfectionist" t-shirt. PKA begins to run towards the ring when he gets halfway down he ramp and slides in. PKA climbs up on the turnbuckle and raises his arms in a crucifix as more cheers and snapshots are taken.

Hank - There he is, PKA! This battle has been brewing for some time between him and B-Pac!

The lights slowly dim as blue strobe lights flicker throughout the arena. "Stillborn" by Black Label Society begins to play as smoke rises from the nWoTron and B-Pac slowly emerges and makes his way down the ramp. As he slides in the ring under the bottom rope, he walks to the turnbuckle and raises his fist to the sky. He then looks up at PKA who charges hi quickly with a kick to the head.

Hank - PKA wastes no time at all!

B-Pac tries to get out of the way but PKA hits a quick elbow drop. PKA holds him down on the mat and manipulates B-Pacs arm into a very dirty Arm Twist. B-Pac screams but gets a leg to the rope and PKA is forced to let go. B-Pac pulls himself up on the ropes to find PKA charging and jumping for a floating clothesline. B-Pac scrambles and manages to avoid it, getting PKA wrapped up into the ropes. B-Pac pulls him out and begins to pound on his head before delivering a viscous stalling suplex.. B-Pac goes for a quick cover but PKA kicks out easily.

Michael D - These two are holding noth… hey! Are you picking your nose Hank? Hank - Huh?

As PKA rolls out of the pin B-Pac jumps out to apply a headlock that is rather close to a choke. Without wasting the time of a submission attempt, B-Pac drags PKa to his feet and and jumps back sending PKA’s neck and back into the mat. B-Pac kicks PKA a few times before picking him up and body slamming him to the mat. B-Pac runs and quickly bounces off the rope and hits a quick elbow, and again goes for the cover. 1…2… kick out by PKA.

Miacheal D - B-Pac is bringing it tonight.

Hank - He’s surprisingly taking it to PKA.

PKA struggles to find an opening as he works to stand up and does when B-Pac throws a slow pucnh towards his head. PKA blocks it and responds with his own thunderous right. B-Pac staggers and manages to connect with a punch as PKA gets up, and PKA staggers. B-Pac shakes the cobwebs out anf goes for paydirt with a huge haymaker, but its ducked by PKA. B-Pac turns around, and crosses B-Pac’s arms around his chest. He picks him up and stalls… then drops PKA on his head.

Hank - Wow! What a move!

Michael D - That’s the Crossarm Brainbuster Hank, I haven’t seen than in quite a while.

B-Pac is down and PKA runss to a turnbuckle and locks target on B-Pac. Nd hits a gross corkscrew Moonsault. He hooks a leg. 1…2.. B-Pac kicks out. PKA slaps the mat and whips B-Pac into the turnbuckle. B-Pac hits hard and soon finds a running elbow into his throat. B-Pac falls on his ass and PKA moves to the center of the ring and calls for a Bronco Buster. B-Pac catches it just in time and Juts his leg out to catch PKA in the nads. PKA doesn’t go down but jumps around in pain. B-Pac jumps up on the rope and jumps off in a shooting star press. He grabs PK’s head in the process and slams him down in a DDt maneuver. Both men crash and lay in the ring after the sick move.

Hank - DEADLY STAR PRESS!!! THAT’S ONE OF PKA’S MOVES!!

Michael D - Wow Hank,I don’t know how to call this one!!

B-pac is beginning to get up, but PKA is rolling out of the ring. His face says he's had enough of this, and he immediately heads under the ring.

Mike D.- Now the brutality is about to begin!

Hank- Just remember that PKA's brand of brutality isn't your average hardcore match... its Ultraviolent!

Michael D.- That means tables, ladders, chairs, and high places!

PKA comes out with something that looks like an oversized table that has been collapsed. He flips it upside down and begins to work out the extra long legs, but B-Pac has climbed the ropes, and shoots off with a flying cross body block, but PKA sidesteps and Pac hits the mat hard. PKA grabs him by the head and runs him to the Cornish announce table, slamming him against it maliciously. He rakes B-Pac's head across all the randomly scattered items before whipping him to the security barrier. Pac manages to leap onto the barrier and flies off with a missile dropkick onto PKA! B-Pac himself comes over to the contraption and finishes setting it up.. its a scaffold.

Hank- My lord, that thing's got to be eight feet high!

B-Pac doesn't stop there, but grabs more of the scaffold from under the ring, sliding it inside, and then climbing in and placing the items on top of the scaffold. He climbs up on it himself and begins to add a second level, making the top platform sixteen feet high, with the four side posts going up another good six feet! He looks around for PKA, but PKA is at the bottom of the stack, shaking the hell out of one of the legs. B-Pac overbalances and goes flying off the scaffold and into the ring where he hits the mat like a rock!

PKA grabs a handful of folding chairs and slides them into the ring. He grabs up two of them and sandwiches them together, attacking B-Pac full force across the back of his head! Pac's head is bleeding from the back now, and PKA returns to his pile of chairs. He begins to unfold them and set them up at random in the ring.

Hank- What exactly is he planning?

B-Pac has gotten to his feet, and slides out of the ring. He sneaks around to the scaffold again, but PKA spots him. They each take to climbing one side of the scaffold, and when they reach the top rickety platform, B-Pac nails PKA with a heavy forearm shot right to the bridge of the nose! PKA goes down, and B-Pac sets him up for a powerbomb.

Hank- NO!

PKA grabs B-Pac's legs, forcing against the powerbomb. B-Pac sets him back down again, readjusting for a piledriver! He nearly has it when PKA turns it into a hurricanrana into the ring covered in open chairs!

Michael D.- Holy shit! No matter where he tossed him, B-Pac was going to hit those chairs!

Hank- Yes, but Peeks may have paid for that... he looks exhausted and broken from hitting the same chairs!

Both men look nearly gone in the pile of ruined chairs, and the ref begins the count. He gets to four when B-Pac starts stirring. B-Pac pulls himself up and checks PKA, and satisfied with the time he's got, rolls out of the ring. He reaches underneath and pulls out a footlocker with a padlock on it. He reaches into his pants and removes a key, unlocks the padlock, and flips the lid open.

Michael D.- Looks like Pac hid that trunk there himself!

Hank- But why?

Michael D.- Pay attention, Frank.

Hank- ...

B-Pac comes out with an armful of multicolored water balloons. He gets onto the apron and launches them at PKA, soaking him, but making him start to come to. He steps back down and lugs the trunk to the scaffold side of the ring. He climbs onto the apron again and nails the scaffold with nearly fifteen balloons before noticing that PKA is fully revived. PKA looks confused, but not out of it.

Michael D.- Someone send around a memo: Water balloons... not brutal.

B-Pac leapfrogs the ropes and goes for a diving clothesline, but PKA has snatched up a chair and nails B-Pac in midair! Pac hits the mat, but Peeks wastes no time picking him up and rolling him onto the second level of the scaffold. He goes under the ring himself once more and pulls out yet another level for the scaffold!

Hank- Ok, this is getting ridiculous!

PKA use's what little time he has to scramble the pieces to the top of the scaffold and add them for a third level. B-Pac is starting to get up now, and he pulls himself up on one of the sideposts. PKA is climbing up to the third level of the scaffold and B-Pac is right behind him!

Michael D.- These men are now standing twenty four feet above the ringside floor with three scaffolds beneath them!

Hank- And lets not forget the sideposts go up another six feet!

PK sees Pac coming, but he has to choose his moves carefully. He measures Pac and hits a hiptoss which shakes the scaffold but doesn't bring it down. The fans are gasping with each movement, and everyone's hands are sweating. B-Pac rolls back up to his feet, and runs back at PKA with a rolling clothesline. He goes for the cover, and the ref counts on the ring mat, not daring to scale the scaffold. 1..2... no PKA kicks out! B-Pac is enraged. He lifts PKA up and hits right hands right to the precarious edge of this evil looking contraption.

Michael D.- Good thing they aren't on one of the lower levels which are slippery from B-Pac's brutal balloon attack!

PK is starting to teeter over the edge, but B-Pac grabs him and fireman carries him into a cradle pin. The ref counts again 1.. no a kick out! B-Pac is seeing red. He reaches into his pants and pulls out a zippo lighter.

Hank- Oh no... no... don't tell me...

B-Pac grins evilly and drops the lighter all the way to the floor. Blue flame suddenly races up one leg of the scaffold and ignites an inferno on the lower two levels!

Michael D.- Gasoline! It was gasoline in those balloons!

PKA has gotten to his feet, and B-Pac stalks over to him with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. He gets to PKA and goes to lock up, but PKA ducks and nails a kidney shot. B-Pac winces and PKA hits him in the other one! Pac turns around gingerly, but PKA whips him into one of the standing posts. B-Pac is stunned and wobbles, but PKA is there slamming his head into the post over and over. B-Pac finally drives an elbow back into Peek's face. The flames are licking higher, and both men seem to realize its time to head to higher ground. They both rush up the same post, cresting the thirty foot high post at the same instant. B-Pac reaches out and slams PKA's face into the top of the post, busting his face open so the blood can pour out. PKA snarls and reaches for B-Pac, maneauvering him into position and nailing the P-Krusher back onto the scaffold! The scaffold gives and both men go through not only the top level which is catching fire, but all the way through all three burning levels and onto the floor!!

Michael D.- They're dead. Here comes the lawsuit.

Indeed, both men seem to be out forever. The fans are chanting the name of their favorite of the two, stomping and screaming to motivate one to stand. Incredibly, after about a minute in which the ref is too stunned to do anything, PKA pulls himself up. He stumbles around disoriented, but gets too close to B-Pac, who rolls him up in a school boy for the 3!!

Hank- No frickin way!!

The bell sounds as medics and officials rush out to clean up the carnage. Fire extinguishers blanket the area as PKA and B-Pac are loaded onto stretchers and wheel out!

As crews are cleaning up the mess, "Eye of the Tiger" plays as we see various flags from different countries flash on the screen from England, American, Canada and even Wales. Eventually the we see Quake who is dressed in a suit and has a large cigar in his mouth. Behind him is a video screen which is showing classic footage from WW1 and WW2. Bomber planes fly past and soldiers fight in mud trenches. Quake smiles at the camera as the camera pans out and he is standing behind a desk, much like an army general would of stood at during the old wars....

Quake- "Gentlemen of the nWo....a war has broken out and the nWo is in dire need of relief before being sucked into a lethal trap that could signify the end of all our careers. It is the time for action, it's time for us, the nWo stars to make a stand put an end to this onslaught from out supposed mentors!"

"Arm yourselves, and be ye men of valour, and be in readiness for the conflict; for it is better for us to perish in battle than to look upon the outrage of our nation and our altar." A quote from Winston Churchill while faced with war with the Nazi's Churchill rallied up his troops and didn't sweeten down the prospect of war and I will not do the same! I am asking nWo wrestlers to bring themselves forward to form an elite group with the Quake One to stop the threat that is Mainstreamer, Ichabod, Wafer and Ender."

"I want you all to come forward and offer yourselves, I'm talking to Quake's friends of which there are few and most importantly my enemies of which there are many! This is serious if you want the nWo to crumble and befall a fate that would suit the terror group of Ichabod, then just sit back and watch...if you want to save our jobs come forward and let the Quake One lead the way....to quote churchill once more "Today we may say aloud before an awe-struck world- "We are still masters of our fate. We are still captain of our souls." I think you can all figure it out! Thank you for your time"

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Hank- Well folks it is time yet again for another brutality match!

Mike D- But don't forget! This one is for the title!

The cameras move away from the announcers desk and focuses on the entryway as the lights dim in the arena as the slow, grim guitar opening for "Superman's Dead" by Our Lady Peace hits the PA. A few seconds later, the lyrics kick in. "Do you worry that you're not liked? How long 'til you break? You're happy 'cause you smile, But how much can you fake?" Smoke fills the entranceway as the two most important lines in the song come over the speakers. "Ordinary boy, ordinary name, But ordinary's just not good enough today..."

With that, red pyro explodes around the stage area as "The Franchise" Neo steps through the smoke, a cocky grin present on his face. The fans cheer wildly as he runs down to the ring, slides in under the bottom ropes, and jumps to one of the top turnbuckles and raises his right arm complete with title in hand and poses for the fans.

Hank- Seems like there are some Neo-ites in the audience tonight!

Mike D- Yeah but that is nothing compared to the reaction the challenger is gonna get!

Hank- That's probably because he hands out free things all the time!

Mike D- And what's wrong with that? Those twinkies with the manly cream were awesome! The cream was still warm!

Suddenly Party Up by DMX hits the PA. Balloons, confetti, and streamers begin to fall from the arena rooftop as Quake comes out on a UNICYCLE! He rides back and forth on top of the ramp honking a clown horn while holding a box of something.

Mike D- Ohhhh! What's in the box. What's in the box!

Quake hops off the unicycle and throws the horn in the crowd as he produces a hand towel with Neo's face on it. He flips the towel over to let the audience see it reads "Aim for Perfection!" THe only hand towel strong enough for the lonely zombie! Stain resistant. Vyle tested, and Quake approved!

Mike D- Looks like The Quakester is on tonight!

Hank- By that I hope you mean on his gaurd because here comes The Franchise with a chain wrapped around his fist!

Quake continues to hand out merchandise unaware Neo is coming up from behind him. However, before Neo can rake his first swing Quake spins and throws a handtowel in Neo's face and launches an attack with a clothesline that only knocks Neo back a step. The Franchise rips off the towel and growls at Quake who just smiles and makes a jerking off motion towards Neo. The two men then lunge towards each other and hook up in an old fashioned wrestling grapple that Neo quickly gets advantage of. He backs Quake up against the NWO/WoW-tron and begins to knee him quickly in the side. Quake gasps for air but he can't seem to find any as Neo continues with the onslaught. The Franchise rears his head and shoulders back and lands a thunderous headbut to the bridge of Quake's nose. Blood begins to run profusely from it as Quake's eyes naturally water.

Neo sensing Quake is stunned takes a step back and squares up to hit Quake with the chain but before he can The Franchise feels a hard swift kick to his stomach which nearly doubles him over. Quake quickly takes advantage of the situation and grabs Neo by the head and rams him as hard as he can into the tron.This sends Neo reeling back near the edge of the ramp. Quake gives a quick smile and poses to the crowd before delivering a picture perfect drop kick to Neo's face shooting him off the side of the stage. A loud crash is heard followd by chants of holy shit throughout the arena. Quake then begins to signal for the Quake Air much to the crowd's delight!

Hank- If Quake wants to keep Neo down he better remember what he is up against! He is playing way too much to the crowd right here if you ask me Mike!

Mike D- I didn't ask you Hank so shut and watch the...the...

Mike continues to stumble over his words as he and everyone else in the arena but Quake sees Neo pulling himself up from the side of the stage with a sadistic smile on his face. He quickly postions himself right behind Quake who turns around staight into a hard right hand by Neo. Quake's head snaps back viciously as he begins to stumble about in a daze. Neo kisses the chain wrapped around his fist and strikes Quake again...this time IN THE TEMPLE! The Quake 1 goes down hard! Neo meanwhile throws his right arm up in the air and howls out in the air to no on in particular. He stands over Quake whose right leg is twitching and picks him up. Neo hoists the lifeless Quake up onto his shoulder and begins to carry him down to the ring.

Mike D- Alright Neo is going a little to far here. That chain should be outlawed!

Hank- WHAT? This is a brutality match for Cheaps sakes! All he has used so far is a chain! What are you gonna do when he starts to get real violent?!

Mike D- Yeah but it's Quake! What if he messes up that pretty endorsement face of his? He could lose millions!

Hank- Well boo-hoo for The Quake! Go eat one of those twinkies and shut the hell up!

Meanwhile Neo now has the KO'ed Quake back in the ring who is not only still bleeding frm his nose but also has a two inch gash running along his temple. Neo then applies his finisher The StraightJacket to Quake. The ref moves in and obviously sees that Quake is still out so he lifts his arm once, twice, NEO RELEASES THE HOLD!

Mike D- What the hell was that about. Neo had the match won!

Hank- Well it looks like he is just beginning with the torture of Quake!

Much to the ref's dismay Neo locks in the straightjacket again only to release it right before Quake's arm drops for the third time. After doing this for nearly two minutes Quake comes alive with a scream!

Hank- Well at least he is awake now!

Seemingly satisfied that Quake is once again coherent to pain Neo pops out of the ring and begins to search underneath of it for something. He pops back out looking somewhat angered and begins to search frantically in different places for something. In the ring, Quake rolls back and forth in agony occasionally letting out some loud painful moans. He tries to get to his feet but he just can't seem to muster any energy yet. Neo however, pops back up from underneath the ring with a pair of handcuffs and a BLOWTORCH!

Mike D- Holy Shit!

Neo launches both items in the ring and looks around at the stunned crowd. He takes his time getting back into the ring and begins to laugh as he stands over Quake who is still moaning in pain. Neo reaches down to pick up Quake but much to his surprise is met by Quake reaching up and rolling Neo into a small package! The ref goes down to count....1..2....3......BY GOD QUAKE GOT HIM.....wait no the ref signals it was only a two. Neo rips up from the small package also thinking he lost and gets in the refs face who quickly informs him it was indeed only a two count.

Hank- That was almost the worst brutality match in history!

Neo now satisfied that the match is still on turns to Quake only to find he is not there. A sharp blackness fills The Franchises' eyes as Quake has leveled Neo with the blow torch canister. Not satisfied with the damage Quake kneels to the ground besides Neo and tries to smash HIS FACE IN! with it. A blood almost too dark to be called red begins to ooze from various lashes across Neo's face. Quake now briefly satisfied with Neo being down hops outside the ring and looks around. He begins to smile and nods his head up and down as he sees the steel stairs. He picks them up, aims, and throws them on top of Neo who jerks violently as they come crashing down ontop of him. Quake grabs a chair from outside of the ring and brings it in with him only to throw it down for the time being. The Quake 1 positions the stairs upright and then grabs Neo and lays him face down on top of the stairs. He then quickly grabs the chair and preceds to go nuts on the back of Neo's head sandwhiching it inbetween the stairs and the almight force of Quake's power with the steel chair. After bending it in half Quake senses his time has come and signal for the Aftershock. However he stops and looks out into the crowd.

Hank- Not again Quake! You got this one won! Finish him off!

Mike D- Awww! Would you look at that! Quake has spotted the little crippled boy at ringside. I hear he has some rare disease and his last wish was to see The Quakester in action.

The camera goes to ringside where a little boy in a wheelchair waves at Quake. Not a man to miss a photo-op, Quake heads outside the ring and begins to talk to the poor little kid who begins to cry at the fact his dream is coming true. Quake grabs one of the little Japanese men that phtographs the matches at ringside and has him take a few snap shots of him and the boy. Quake lifts the kids up on his shoulders and has him point number 1 to the crowd. However a quick silence falls amongst the crowd. A confused Quake, still with the boy on his shoulders turns around to see Neo flying through the air, from the top turnbuckle, and decimates both Quake and the boy. The crowd gasps in shock as the kid is broken in half and Quake is crumpled up against the barrier. Neo, showing no remorse, grabs Quake and tosses him back into the ring. Neo once again jumps on top of the ropes and hits the showtime on Quake.

Hank- I can't believe what I just saw!

Mike D- Well I hope Neo feels bad. That retarded kid is probably dead.

Hank- He's crippled not retarded!

Mike D- Whatever. The fact is....Neo is brutal!