Malice opens up with a shot of a golden cage spinning round and round. Inside the cage it what appears to be plastic balls with little pieces of paper inside. As the camera pulls out we see it is none other than Sweet Cheapshots. The crowd gives a largely mixed reaction as he begins to speak.

Cheapshots- Well, well well. Welcome to Malice. Cheapshots' show! And tonight on my show The Cheap 1 is gonna give a random superstar a shot at the gold! the crowd cheers Oh, but not tonight. In fact the winner of this lottery will face The Cheap 1 at King Karnage. That's right! And everyone in the nWo has a chance except for Brian Graves! That's right Brian...except for you! You see you couldn't get the job done at Jacked Up so basically you are not even worthy of a rematch! Cheapshots begins to laugh And people said it was close! For the love of Cheaps! I beat him and the NDE in the same freakin night! And people said Cheapshots is washed up! Gheez! Anywho later tonight I will pick the winner of this lottery so sit back and enjoy Cheapshots' Malice.

The screen blacks out and next comes the 'Matrix' style opening featuring letters, numbers and coding which merge together forming the nWo logo representing the Netlink Wrestling Organization . The show immediatly cuts live to inside the Hi Fi Buys Amphitheatre in Atlanta, GA. 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 green lazer lights moving back and fourth over two smaller screens resembling large computer monitors. The co-official Malice bands, 13 Stitches and Self Afflicted are on stage playing 13 Stitches -Hatchets-. The screens show highlights of last weeks malice for a few moments. The shot cuts to ringside where Hank and Michael D. are ready to start Malice.

Hank- Welcome to round one of King Karnage, the most sickeningly brutal tournament in history!

Michael D.- Apparantly we are also going to find out the new number one contender for the nWo Championship when Cheapshot draws his lot! What an exciting night!

Hank- Lets not wait another moment, Mike. Let the fun begin!

"Step Up: Linkin Park blasts on the PA system and Morbius walks out on to the stage. The fans boo and Morbius starts cussing at them all, flips them off, then slowly walks to the ring. He gets in the ring and raise his arms up as pyros shoot off. His music fades.

Hank: "Morbius certainly has a way with this crowd Mike."

Michael D: "No kidding Hank. He's already got them worked up, look at the trash fly from this capacity crowd!"

The lights in the arena suddenly turn off as the fans sit in darkness for a few seconds. With a large bang, all four ring posts explode in sparks and a flashes. The theme from "Terminator" plays as the arena lights turn back on to a bright red as Weltmeister walks out from the back. Weltmeister walks to the ring and steps over the top rope before climbing to the second rope and flexing his gigantic arms before the crowd. Morbious gives him the finger and starts cussing at the big man, but Weltmeister just seems to stare right through him, uninterested. We almost expect to hear the big man say "I must break you." in a cold blooded Russian accent.

Michael D: "Jeez, Hank. Will ya look at the size of this guy? He's huge!"

Hank: "I don't like Morbius's odds.."

The special designed tank lowers down from the cieling, water sloshing back and forth, some of it spilling over the rails and down onto the crowd below. Finally, it sets down, surrouding the ring. nWo officials outside drop down frayed black electric cords into the water. We can hear a loud hum as an enegine somewhere begins to rev up. The officals call for the bell as a handfull of the roster slowly walks down the ramp, carrying with them a fire hose. The bell rings, and Morbious walks right up to Weltmesiter, cussing at him at the top of his voice (though he has to look a ways upward to say it to the bg man's face). Weltmeister stares down at him a moment, and in an instant, his massive hands race out, clamping down across Morbius' head in a vice grip. The big man flings the challenger across the ring like a rag doll, and the fans are eating it up.

Hank: "My God, I haven't seen that much raw power since Toxin! This guy's a monster!"

Michael D: "I think it's safe to say Morbious is out of his legue on this one Hank..."

Morbious slowly up to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs. Weltmeister isn't about to let it be that easy though. The giant races across the ring with incredible speed, and smashes Morbious to the mat with a huge spear. The monster rams his giant fists over and over into Morbius's face, busting him open within seconds. This is insane! Morbious struggles desperately to free himself, but the monster refuses to let up. Finally, he seems to realize he can't win the match simply by smashing Morbius' face into a bloody pulp, and climbs back to his feet. Morbious spits blood all over the mat as he writhes around in pain. The giant bends down, dragging Morbius up, his massive hands wrapped around the challengers throat. Mrobius kicks and struggles, but it's no use, the monster flings him into the turnbuckle with a hellish impact. Morbius flies, bouncing off the trunbcukle and crumlping to the mat holding his back in pain.

Weltmeister walks over, planting his foot down, crushing it into the small of Morbius' back with a sickening crunch. He stomps down, shifting his weight all onto his foot, and Morbius begins to scream in pain. Weltmesiter leans down, staring right into Morbius' face as he screams in pain. He's actually enjoying this. He brings his foot off, grabbing Morbius up again off his feet. He raises him up overhead into a gorilla press. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten! This machine just pressed Morbius ten times over his own head! The fans have quickly started up a chant of holy shit as Weltmeister chunks Morbius right down to the mat with a sickening thud. Weltmeister's just toying with him!

Michael D: "Enough is enough, Morbius is getting killed out there!"

Hank: "Stop the damn match! Stop the damn match!"

The big man stalks over, grabs Morbius back up by the throat, and lifts him up into the air. His massive hands clamp around Morbius' thraot, cutting off his air supply. He grows bored of choking the life out of the challenger, and lets him loose. Only to catch him, mid fall, and clamp down a bearhug. His giant arms coil around Morbius' body, constricting like a python, and Morbius is screaming out in pain. Even the crowd's beginning to realize this isn't entertainm,ent...this is just sick. The big man flings Morbius to the ground, only to drop a massive elbow down across his strenum. All of a sudden a huge gush of water flies into the ring, spraying the big man, sending him racing towards the outside of the ring. The big man's hand clutches onto the ropes, and he pulls himself up to his feet, actually fighting back the spray. Morbius somehow finds the strength fo drag himself up, and moves in for the win. He plants a knee right into Weltmesiter's pride and joy, and the giant crumples. Morbius pulls him down...he calls for it...cna he...can he...yes! Morbius just pulled off a last ride powerbomb on the russian war machine. That's got to seal the deal!

Hank: "No! No! NO! DAMNIT!"

Michael D: "Did you see that? He doesnt even look phazed...oh shit!"

The big man just sits right back up, glaring at Morbius, looking more irritated than anything else. Morbius can't beleive it. He runs over, pounding his fists over and over into the giant's face to no effect. The big man is up, he wraps one big hand around Morbius' face, and flings him into the turnbuckle. He charges in, and squashes him like a bug. The big man glances back a moment, then places Morbius onto the top rope. He climbs up to the inside of the second rope and grabs a hold of Morbius lifting him into the air and delivering a brain buster from the second rope to the mat.Morbius just lays there, twitching, near unconscious. The giant picks him up, rasies him overhead, and flings him over the rope down into the moat outside. Crack! Snapple! Pop! Morbius shakes wildly about, and desperatly dives into the ring, his whole body smoking. He lays there on the ground motionless as the nWo tron counts down the time..10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1! The ring attendant calls for the bell, announcing Weltmesiter the winner. The power is quickly cut to the tank and the whole thing is lifted back up to the cieling. A team of EMT's race out to the ring, hauling a bloodied, smouldering, broken and battered Morbius out of the ring and out of the arena on a strecther, into the back of a waiting ambulance.

Hank: "That man is dangerous Mike...that man is very dangerous. I think the rest of the roster would do well to steer clear of this man!"

Michael D: "He manhandled Morbius without even breaking a sweat Hank...I think he's got a good chance of possibly becoming the next King Karnage!"

The scene goes backstage with Chandra pacing around pissed of about something when suddenly she stops hearing a knock on her door.

Chandra- What the hell do you want?

Female Voice- I know the identity of the masked man. I came to tell you.

Chandra quickly goes over to the door and opens it. Before she knows it she gets slammed in head by a ftying pan! She goes down hard as the ELite Bitches all enter. Chastine grabs the camera man and shoves him out of the room. The last thing we see is her talking.

I'm afraid this can't be seen on television!

The show cuts back out to ringside where Hank and Mike are in shock once more.

Hank- Up next, we have Alana taking on...oh God...Stinky Steve Williams...

Micheal D- You better be glad I brought an extra set of noseplugs, Hank.

Hank- Don't remind me Mike. I feel sorry for Alana, and everyone on the front row...the stench must be awful.

Stinkiy walks arond the ring, posing for his fans, all three of them. A few people in the front row get up and leave, unable to take the smell. Someone even starts to gag, puking up half digested nachoes. Stinky stands watghing the rampway, hands on his hips. The lights in the arena completely go out as Headstrong begins. When the tempo changes, a spotlight begins to roam over the crowd and multicolored lights flash over the ring. When the singing begins, the lights very very very slowly begin to fade up, only enough to show that someone is in the ring with arms stretched out to the sides. When the lyrics I see your fantasy... begin, the figure raises her head and looks straight foward. At I see your motives inside... double white pyros race from the curtain to ringside, where they shoot from the ringposts as BACK OFF I'LL TAKE YOU ON hits and the lights come a little over full power to blinding to reveal Alana in the ring. Alana brings her hands to center giving her opponent the one finger come here motion. Stinky lets out a screeching Urkel laugh, and runs at her, the ring attendat hitting the bell to make it official.

Hank- Give her some credit right now Mike...she must have an amazing amount of willpower...how she can even stand the smell is beyond me!

Alana quickly sends him down with a standing dropkick, and Stinky is already dazed. She reaches down to pick him up, but hesitates. She goes to pick him up again, and hesitates. She backs off, shaking her head. She slides out of the ring, starting to cough. She reaches under the ring, pulling out a pair of plastic gloves and quickly slides them on. She leans back, taking a deep breath, and then slides back into the ring. Stinky by now has slowly worked his way back to his feet, shaking the cobwebs off. Alana moves in, landing a straight jab right across his chin. Steve falls back, hitting the mat. This match looks pretty one sided sofar. Alana moves in, reaching down to drag Steve up to his feet. She nearly retches in his face, overcome by the smell...she stumbles back, coughing and hacking. She sucks it up though, and charges, landing a flying dropkick that knocks Stinky into one of the turnbuckles. Ka-blam! The turnbuckle explodes, flinging poo all over the back of Stinky Steve, and outwards into the crowd, raining down tiny chunks on them.

Michael D- Whose brilliant idea was that Hank? We're going to lose fans faster than an intern can go down on Bill Clinton at this rate!

Hank- I honestly don't know Mike, but that's just sick.

Michael D- I think...ewwwww a pice of it landed right infront us..

Hank- I've had to endure some difficulties in my long carerr announcing...but this...Fuck it, I'm out of here until this match is over Mike. nWo isn't paying me enough to sit and endure this!

Michael D- I'm with you, let's get out of here...

Hank and Michael D both toss their headsets down, walking over to stand by the ring announcer. In the ring, Steve is having the time of his life, smearing the poo all over his face. Alana just stands there watching, dumbfounded, with a look of disgust and horror on her face. She slides out of the ring, grabbing a chair, and slides back in. Steve looks up, seeing her coming for him with the chair, and runs out of the ring. Alana runs across the ring, sliding out after him. Steve starts to run round the ring, Alana chasing after him.

Unfortunately for Stinky, the fan who hurked up his nachoes just a few minutes earlier was in the very front row, and the mess has spilled out onto the floor. Stinky rounds the corner, and slips, crashing down right ontop of the half digested nachoes. Alana catches up to him, raising the chair, when she makes the mistake of breathing. She immedately turns her had back, eyes watering, face contorting as she tries to hold it back. She drops the chair, taking a few steps back, and takes a deep breath. She has had enough of this. She grabs Stinky up, tossing him into the ring. She reaches underneath the ring, pulling out a bucket, a plastic jug of water, a scrub brush, and a bottle of Mr. Bubble! She qucikly slides these into the ring, climbing in. Steve starts to get to his feet, but she quckly moves in, kicking him in the head.

Steve falls flat on his face, motionless. Alana empties the jug of water into the bucket, pours the entire countainer full of Mr. Bubble in, and stirs the hell outta it. She picks it up, riasing it high overhead, and dumps the whole thing ontop of Stinky Steve, who starts screaming like urkle with his balls hooked up to a car battery. Alana drops down, grabbing the brush, and starts trying to scub at him, but not having much success, since Steve is rolling around flailing his limbs wildly in the air and screeching. He shoves her off, scrambling to his feet, still screaming like his whole body was on fire, and he charges into the nearest turnbuckle. Ka-blam! More poo explodes out, showering down ontop of him and the front row of this capacity crowd. He drops to the ground, rolling around, tyring to smear it all over himself again.

Alana takes one look at this, shakes her head, and truns, walking out of the ring. She keeps on walking, up the ramp, and dissappearing backstage. Stiny gets up, reaching down into the back of his pants, his hand coming out nice and brown. He starts smearing it all over his face as the crowd boos loudly. Finally the bell rings, and Steve is delcared the winner of this match by default. He goes to run for another turnbcukle, but a team of men in white plastic biohazard suits come racing out from the back carrying a large firehose with them. Steve grinds to a halt, takes one look at it, and hauls ass out of the ring, scrambling over the security railing and dissappearing into this crowd. Hank and Michael D walk back to the announce table, sliding their headsets back on.

Hank- Thank god that's over Mike.

Michael D- You know what this means though...don't you Hank?

Hank- That maybe the smell might go away now that he's gone?

Michael D- Err..that too. But Stinky Steve is now 2 and 0!

Hank- I really wish you hadn't brought that up Mike...I think I've just lost my faith in humanity.

Mike- Well I can honestly say that I don't blame Alana for walking out like that and taking the loss. I wouldn't wrestling Stinky Steve if you paid me.

Hank- And she kept her pride as well. Now up next we have another woman with a lot of pride, Chandra Desdemona, taking on this Masked Man that President Ichabod signed at Jacked Up after someone passed him a video presentation of his skills and history. We see the glass cell lowering onto the ring which has been covered with shards upon shards of broken glass.

'Sad But True' hits the arena as the Masked Man steps out onto the stage. He scans through the croud before lowering his head and walking to the ring. He walks up the ring steps and scales the ring apron, raising one hand into the air before doing a backflip over the top rope. Once in the ring he runs to the corner and leaps to the second turnbuckle, raising both arms into the air before jumping back down to the canvas with a backflip as his music fades.

Michael D.- So who do you think he is, Hank? Anyone we know?

Hank- I'd say it has to be either someone we know, or a Luchadore... you know they are all about their masks.

The lights in the arena go out, -Witches they ride on broom sticks ya know, Angels use to catch the wind flow. And they're moving as far as they can- The first lyrics to Witches by Switchblade Symphony. The sexy beat kicks in, the arena washes in blood red lights. Chandra steps out from back stage, she puts and wicked little smile on her face. She saunters down the ramp with her hands on her hips. She makes her way up the steps and slides in the middle rope. Strutting to the ropes she leans on them with a smile.

The Masked Man flies at Chandra as soon as the cell touches ground around the ring. He meets her with a flying lariat, knocking her to the floor outside. He leaps over the rops toward her, but Chandra rolls out of the way. The Masked Man rolls into a crouch and leaps at the vixen as she dives over him and puts him into a sunset flip. She has him in a pin for 1-2- No! He kicks out.

Michael D.- I wouldn't mind having Chandra pin me.

Chandra releases Mask and waits for him to get up before nailing him with a forearm smash. She grabs him and slides him into the ring, where the broken shards of glass cut his body from head to toe. Chandra leaps up onto the apron and climbs the ropes. She leaps toward The Masked Man, but he has had time to pick himself up, and he catches her and launches her backward over his head. Chandra lands on her back and ends up with a deep gash on her left shoulder blade. The blood trickles down her back in stark contrast as the Masked man picks her up by her hair. He Irish whips her toward the edge of the ring, sending her flying over the ropes and into one of the sides of the cell, which shatters beneath her!

Hank- Ouch! Those panes of glass arent' very strong under impact like that, Mike.

Chandra stands slowly to shake the cobwebs out, and turns just in time to dodge a diving clothesline from The Masked Man. He hits the ground hard amid the broken wall of the cell. Chandra takes up a piece of glass and drives it into his shoulder, repaying him for the favor earlier. The Masked Man screams in pain as Chandra stomps on the glass. She returns to the ring and scoops up a handfull of broken glass. Exiting the ring she waits for the Masked Man to get up, but he turns and slaps the handful of glass into her face, cutting her is several places. Chandra stumbles back knocking the crystals of glass off her face before rubbing her eyes to make sure there is none in there. The masked man wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her up to his shoulder, driving her back against the ringpost. Chandra struggles, but he slams her again and again, finally slinging her unceremoniously into the ring.

Mike D.- The Masked Man is showing no mercy to Chandra's delicate body.

Hank- If our experience with Chandra has shown us anything, its that she's anything but a frail creature... remember when she stabbed herself in the leg with a pair of scissors?

The Masked Man climbs into the ring and looks around at what remains of the cell. He grabs Chandra up and drags her limp legged toward the ropes. He attempts to toss her into another pane of glass, but Chandra grabs the ropes and kicks back, kicking The Masked Man between the legs with a very effective mule kick. He stumbles back as Chandra turns and hits him with a Lou Thesz press. Her knees land hard and get very cut up in the glass as does his back, and that shard of glass in his shoulder is driven deeper. Chandra begins hooking his face with swift right hands, and the sparkle on her knuckles shows us that her hand is covered in blood and little slivers of glass. His mask begins to tear into tatters until Chandra begins to remove it, then he grabs her by the shoulders and reverses her perch into a pin. 1-2- Chandra kicks out!

Michael D- My God, there is blood everywhere! Chandra is.. kinda sexy all covered in blood.

The Masked Man jerks Chandra off the ground and whips her toward the ropes, but she hang on and reverses it, sending the big man over the ropes with his own momentum. He flips over the rop rope and shatters the pane of glass on the other side, rolling into a mess of broken glass. Chandra leaps over the ropes and drives a knee into his face, knocking him silly for a moment. She picks him up and slams his head onto the Jamaican Announce Table, then plants him with a neckbreaker. Chandra steps back for a moment to gain some breath, and watches in shock as the Masked Man stands back up. He leans over on the announce table himself, trying to catch his breath, and Chandra moves in on him again. But he drives an elbow right into her chest knocking the breath out of her once more! He grabs her and whips her into the steel steps at the other side of the ring. Chandra crumples as the masked man picks her up and whips her to the security barrier. She hits it hard and goes flipping over it, but when the Masked Man gets to the barrier, Chandra leaps up out of nowhere and spears him into the glass pane behind him. They struggle for a moment, but Chandra comes out on top. She looks around at the remaining wall of the cell, and begins to climb the ladder mounted on it. When she reaches the top, the Masked Man only has time to look up as she leaps off with a senton bomb.

Hank- Wow! Did you see that highflying maneauver?

Chandra and the Masked Man lay there in their own and each others blood. Both stare at the ceiling trying to find the energy to get up. Finally, they both begin to move very slowly, and Chandra turns in time to recieve a spear from The Masked Man. She crumples once more, and tries to get up as the masked man climbs into the ring and onto the top ropes. Chandra gets up again, but the Masked Man is already flying through the air with a cross body block, sending the both of them through the remaining pain of glass, and crushing Chandra beneath him. The two battered and torn competitors have given all they have by now, and it takes the last bit of strength for the Masked Man to throw his arm over Chandra's unconscious body, gaining the pin for 1-2-3!

Hank- The Masked Man advances!

Mike D.- Forget the Masked Man, who's going to clean up this mess??

nWo officials armed with push brooms, trash cans, and large dustpans accompany the EMT's out, who are coming to assist Chandra and The Masked Man. They load them onto stretchers as the cleaners quickly tidy up the ring area, and follow the EMT's to the back with Chandra and The Masked Man.

"Special Delivery" is heard throughout the arena as the begining intro plays...the softer music is starting to get louder when a few beats hit in and blue pyros shoot down from the top of the rafters leaving only a small gap for The "Extreme Legend" Brian Graves to walk through...then the beats really kick in and the song blares throughout. Brian walks in between the pryos as the fans start booing like crazy. Brian has a cocky grin on his face as he slides down into the ring and goes to the top left turnbuckle and flashes The Shocker to the crowd and hops down and smirks at the crowd as he looks up, at the buckets hanging above...

Hank- Brian definately has to be the fan favorite, not only in this match, but the whole tournament as well!

Mike D.- I agree with you on that one Hank. BG really has kicked it up a notch since Target Locked.

A knife sharpens somewhere, the sound echoing across the arena. A maniacl laugh, followed by a scream rips out of the nWo tron. An old electric chair fires up, and the lights in the arena flicker, then fade out. "Scarecrow" by Ministry screams out from the speakers as a single red spotlight shines down on the stage. The hockey-masked monster, Bloodbath, steps out onto the stage. He turns his head wildly about, looking everywhere as he stalks down to the ring. He slides in, rocking himself back and forth against the turnbuckle, laughing, until finally he slides up his battered hockey mask, and spits blood up into the air. The lights fade back to normal as Bloodbath leans against the turnbuckle, smearing the blood all over himself.

Hank- Oh man, this can't be good. Bloodbath has somehow came back from the Inferno, this can't be good for anyone!

Mike D.- Agreed again. This hockey masked maniac could very well be the one who is this years King Karnage.

The bell sounds, as Bloodbath tries starting this match off by running at BG, who quickly rolls to the outside of the ring, and points to his head. Bloodbath turns his head, upset at the speed differencial between the two. Brian points to Bloodbath telling him to hold on, as he goes underneath the ring. BG pulls out a twenty foot ladder, and sets it in the ring. Bloodbath waits, and when BG rolls back in the ring, Bloodbath nails an elbow drop right on BGs back. BG stays down, allowing Bloodbath to stomp away at him, then lock in a surfboard. BG escapes, and backs off, then runs and dropkicks Bloodbath, who barely budges. BG looks around in disbelief, then hits another dropkick, barely budging the monster who just sits and watches his attempts. BG walks back to the other side of the ring, and runs and nails Bloodbath with a clothesline, taking the monster over the top rope, but he lands on his feet!

Hank- Sweet jebus! Bloodbath landed on his feet, just like Undertaker! How is BG going to stop this man?

Mike D.- You're not BG. And Bloodbath isn't man, he's a monster!

BG can't believe what's going on! BG shakes his head, as he picks up the ladder and sets it up. He quickly climbs, as Bloodbath rolls in and also climbs the other side. BG waits for Bloodbath to get up, then swings at him, but Bloodbath ducks and quickly reaches up and pulls down a bucket, but jumps back and falls to the ground!

Hank- I think Bloodbath got the electircal bucket!

Mike D.- NO KIDDING?

BG laughs, and picks off a bucket, looks in, his face looks like he's disguisted, as he reaches over the ladder and poors the blood from the bucket all over Bloodbath! BG reaches back about 2 feet, and picks off two more buckets. BG sets them down on top of the ladder, and pulls out... Nester DeFrancos blow up doll version of BGs mom! BG looks pissed as the fans laugh at him. He tosses the doll down on top of Bloodbath, who is STILL unconscious! BG gets the other bucket, and drops it down on the mat as tacks go spreading over the ring. BG tosses the buckets out of the ring, then jumps down with the Flight of Fate from the top of the ladder on Bloodbath, but Bloodbath quickly rolls away at the last second. BG is down and out! Bloodbath rolls over BG for the cover. 1...2... BG somehow kicks out! Bloodbath gets up, and picks BG up, and chokeslams him down right onto the tacks! Bloodbath begins to climb the ladder. He reaches the top, and pulls out a bucket, he reaches inside, and finds... a green clown wig! Bloodbath tosses it aside and reaches up for another bucket. Bloodbath reaches inside, and pulls out, Spatters old knife! Bloodbath looks at it oddly, as he chucks it down at BG, who rolls away in the nic of time, as the knife punctures the ring mat.

Hank- BG is one lucky kid right now!!

Mike D.- Tell me about it. Bloodbath has his old knife, this thing is over.

Bloodbath walks back down the ladder, as BG gets up and jumps and hits a swinging neck breaker on Bloodbath. Both men go down, but BG kips up! BG seems to be on a roll, as he hits several suplexes! BG goes over and picks up the blow up doll of his mom, and begins to strangle Bloodbath with it! BG looks furious, he doesn't let go for one second! His grip gets tigheter and tighter, as Bloodbath goes down to his knees. BG lets his grip go a bit, thinking he's got it, as Bloodbath pops up and darts backwards to the corner, slamming BG in it! Suddenly, you hear a chainsaw rev up, as the two freaks from the House of Mirrors match come out. The leather faced with the Sledgehammer, and the clown with the chainsaw stalk to the ring. Bloodbath pays no attention to them, as he sets BG up, and nails the Deathrow Drop on him! Bloodbath holds it in, as the leather faced man pulls BG up and on the ground, and rears his sledge hammer back, and is about to swing down on his skull, when Bloodbath spears the guy down. Bloodbath is furious that the freak broke his hold that would have surely won it for him. The clown now steps in, as he gets clotheslined out now to by Bloodbath. Bloodbath rolls out of the ring, as the leather masked man rolls out to, the two freaks and Bloodbath battle violently all the way to the stage, then backstage. The bell rings, and BG has won this by default!

Hank- All that work from Bloodbath for this!

Mike D.- BG stuck with this as well as he could, but he got the default win! I guess a win is a win, especially when facing someone like Bloodbath! Lets go backstage!

Cheapshots returns to his locker room with a smile on his face. As he walks thru the room he notices a piece of candy sitting on the table. He picks it up and reads it.

Cheapshots- Gutbusters? But I haven't used or seen one of these since the XWF days.

Cheapshots suddenly pauses as though he senses something

Cheapshots- I feel a presence I haven't felt for a long time. But no it can't be...

But it is!

Cheapshots turns around to see none other than QVC standing before him. He looks around and notices the Elite Bitches are gone.

Cheapshots- Vyle what did you do with my bitches?

Vyle- Is that what you call them? I just thought that prez dude was bein rude.

Quake- Yeah Ichabod kicked them out of the arena. Said he was tired of the being jealous coniving bitches. Last I heard they was out in the parking lot waiting for you.

Cheapshots begins to stare Quake down.

Cheapshots- So what is it that you guys want?

Vyle- Nothing...just yet. We just came by say hi.

Quake- Yeah and to give you this.

Quake hands Cheapshots a shirt which Cheapshots unfolds and looks at it. It reads QVC=ratings!

Cheapshots- Some things never change....

As Cheapshots puts the shirt down he notices QVC have completely disappeared. He scratches his head in wonder.

Hank - Well King Karnage is officially underway, and Ichabod, Brian Graves and Wicked D have been hard at work making these matches

Michael D - Well this is one that you can tell they worked, well somewhat hard on.

Hank - This is a Junkyard Divas match where both competitors backstage have been fitted for their evening gowns. The goal is to rip your opponents gown off, but watch out! The lumberjacks are in the form of attack dogs!

Michael D - Hey, it's King Karnage, what can you expect?

"Cocky" By Kid Rock hits the speakers as the crowd gives off it's reaction. A few seconds go by when a reluctant Christian Wright comes out wearing an evening gown, followed by Bohemith who can't help but laugh. Wright jogs down the ring and slides in hoping to get this started.

Hank - Isn't he cute?

Jugernaut's theme hits as the big man walks out from the curtain decked out in a very fashionable evening gown. He walks outside with his head over his face taking a deep breath. He shakes his head and walks down the ramp as he slides inside and they get face to face.

Michael D - That's not right

Just then barking is heard as both men turn to look up the ramp at a few men wearing protective suits walking down with vicious junkyard attack dogs by their side. They walk down the ramp and one gets on each side as Jugernaut turns and nails Christian with a huge forearm across the face!

Michael D - And we're off!

Jugs grabs Wright by the neck and lifts him up in the air and whips him hard off the ropes and lifts him up, hitting him with a powerful spinebuster. Jugs bends down, trying to end this as quickly as it started, and goes to rip off his gown but Wright manages to toss in an uppercut, knocking Jugernaut back a few steps. Wright gets to his feet and as Jugs attacks him; he steps aside and tosses him over the top rope! The dogs start barking and run towards him but he manages to slip back inside the ring at the nick of time. Jugs rolls inside as Wright meets him at the base and starts stomping the hell out of him. He lifts him up and hits a few hard chops to the chest and then goes to whip him off the ropes but Jugs counters and hits a short-arm clothesline!

Michael D - Nice counter there by Jugernaut!

Jugs picks him up and quickly revs him around and throws him out of the ring. He lands on the outside hard as the dogs come in and jump right on his back! The dogs start biting, spitting, growling, anything they can do as Christian is trying desperately to get away. Suddenly Bohemith comes running in and kicks one of the dogs square in the face knocking him back a few steps, long enough for Wright to crawl back in the ring. Bohemith quickly jumps on the apron as Wright makes it inside the ring. He stumbles over to Jugs who kicks him in the stomach, planting him with a wicked DDT. He starts taking off his dress and almost gets it off when Wright quickly hits a low blow knocking Jugs to his knees.

Hank - Desperation move there by Christian Wright

Wright uses the ropes to work his way up as he struggles to stand. He moves in on Jugs who's still holding below the belt and whips him over the ropes but Jugs catches it with his hands holing himself up. He stands on the ring apron as Christian Wright comes running over to shoulder block him, but Jugs lifts a knee-connecting square in his face! Wright goes down as Jugs climbs to the top rope. Jugs measures him up and as Wright gets to his feet, Jugs leaps off hitting a flying clothesline!

Michael D - This one could be over!

Jugs lifts up Wright and kicks him square in the gut and gets him set up for what looks to be a powerbomb, but then Bohemith quickly gets in the ring. Jugs lifts Wright in the air but Bohemith runs and takes out Jugernaut's legs! Jugs falls to the ground as Wright goes over and maintains his composure. Bohemith lifts up Jugs and holds him up as Wright smiles wickedly when suddenly a loud cheer is heard. Wright looks confused as suddenly Ozzy Ozbourne comes sliding into the ring with a steel chair! Bohemith turns around and gets blasted in the head with the chair! The crowds going nuts as Wright walks over and rips the chair out of Ozzy's hand and shoves him to the floor. Wright turns around and Jugs boots the chair right back in his face! Wright is out cold as Jugs walks over and strips him down to his underwear as the ref rings the bell!

Hank - Are you kidding me? Ozzy Ozbourne? What the hell? This is wrestling not some damn reality TV show!

Michael D - The Prince of Darkness himself just helped Jugernaut win this match! Man this is one crazy night!

We cut to the interior of the dusty toolshed, the center of our next match, Hell on Wheels. Wicked D steps in, stretching his neck back and forth a few times, before letting out a stifled yawn. He doesnt seem to be particularly excited about facing Mexican Jackhammer Boniqua. He leans against the wall, lighing up a cigarette. The whole tool shed rocks, shakes, trembles as Mexican Jackhammer Boniqua waddles into the room. Wicked takes one look at her and shakes his head. The nWo official shuts the door, we hear the engine roar to life, and we're all set.

Wicked tosses his cigarette at Boniqua, and rushes in, planting a fist right at her gut. Wicked looks down in horror to see his hand dissappear in her rolls. She looks down and laughs as Wicked struggles desperately to free his hand. Boniqua slaps him upside the head, but this only pisses D off. Wicked rips his hand free, and slugs Boniqua right across the jaw, sending her reeling back, crashing against the wall of the tool shed with a tremendous thud, knocking old rusty tools to the ground. Wicked grabs up a crowbar and brings it crashing down on Boniqua's head, sending blood oozing out from the wound. D laughs and goes to hit her again, but Boniqua plants her foot between his legs, and Wicked D crumples over.

She slowly gets up to her feet, grabbing a tire iron, when suddenly the whole tool shed shakes as the big rig comes to a screeching halt. We can hear some sort of commotion outside, and then silence. Boniqua swings for Wicked, but he ducks, and jabs her with the crowbar. The door to the toolshed flies open, and Alexander steps in with a twisted grin on his face. Wicked looks at the man a moment, as does Boniqua. Wicked moves to get up into Alexander's face, but quickly learns his lesson as he becomes the recieving end of a pair of brass knucks. Blood gushes out from D's nose, trickling down over his mouth and dripping off his chin. Boniqua swings her tire iron at Alexander, but he catches it in mid swing, pries it free, and levels the Mexican Jackahhmer with a hellascious blow to the side of the head. D, enraged at the newcomer, charges, takling into the man. Alexander turns his own momentum against him, bringing Wicked down with a nasty ddt.

Alexander drags Boniqua up to her feet, flinging her out of the toolsehd. He turns his attention to D, and plants his boot down into Wicked's ribcage, stomping with all the force he can, just waiting for a satisfactory snap. Wicked begins shouting curses at Alexander, fighting back the pain. Finally, realizing he's not getting anywhere with that tactic, Alexander drags D up to his feet, tossing him too out of the tool shed. We cut to an outside shot, seeing that something's blocked the trucks path...an old hearse! We see the driver on the roar, begging a man dressed in an old tattered trench coat...it's Necron! The man leans down, grinning sinisterly at the truck driver. His hand races out, insantly crushing the man's windpipe. Necron laughs a moment, then looks up to the fight at the back of the big rig. His eyes instantly focus in, on one single thing. Wicked D.

Alexander stalks out of the toolshed, glancing quickly about. Boniqua is headed right for him...WHAM! Wicked leaps off the top of the toolsehd, slamming the crowbar right down ontop of Alexander's skull, busting him open. The man staggers, trying to shake the blow off, but falls. Wicked spits dwon on the man, wham! Boniqa smashes right into Wicked, smothering him against the wall of the tool shed. She steps back, expecting Wicked to fall flat down and out. He only shakes the blow off, more annoyed than naything else. He slugs her right across her double chin, and the big woman reels back, falling flat on her ass. Wicked moves in for the kill, when something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye. The old tatered trenchcoat, the godawful hat...the rotting clothes...they remind him...but this guy can't be..SMACK! A huge haymaker blasts right across his face, sending him staggering back. It was him alright...Wicked didn't know how...but it was him!

-Did you think it was over monkey?-

-Fuck you!-

Wicked flung the crowbar, aimed straight for his face. Necron easily swatted it aside in midair without really even looking like he was trying. Wicked glanced around a moment, and rushed head on, spearing Necron to the unforginvg steel floor of the bigrig. Necron only laughed, and shoved Wicked off in a display of raw power. Boniqa was to her feet, digging into her pocket for something. Necron and Wicked met head on, trading back and forth hellascious blows, until Bonqua slipped right up on them, bringing out her secret weapon!

A cloud of white vapor sprayed right into both men's eyes, blinding them. Boniqua shook up the bottle of spray on peach deoderant she bought from the dollar store, and sprayed some more right at their faces. Both men staggered back, hacking and coughing from the godawful stuff. Necron shokk his head once, violently, and then glared at the fat woman with red bloodshot eyes, as if to say, you're next. He turned, glared at Wicked, and flung him right off the big rig. Wicked landed, crashing through the windsheild of the old hearse. Necron leaped down, moving in for the kill, as he started whistling a little tune.

Wicked wasn't moving, blood was trickling out from the wounds gashed across his arms and back from the fall. Necron rather, the man he was -occupying- smiled a moment, as he let out a sick laugh. And dissappeared in a blinding instant as the Mexican Jackhammer's van smashed into him at 80 plus miles an hour, turning him into a bloody mess on their banged up grill, and kept on going, Mexican Jackhammer Casio too busy eating a peach to pay much attention to the road. A mangled mess of flesh, still twtiching, lay scattered across the road.

It quickly faded into dust in what looked like time laspe video. Boniqua had missed most of this, as she was too busy reapplying another layer of the near toxic peach scented spray on deoderant. She looked up just in time to see Alexander's fist flying right for her face.She crumpled to the ground, unconscious. With a sick grin, he lifted the woman up, up, up, and chunked her off the rig, sedning her flying...and crashing down right ontop of Wicked D! What a nasty impact! The old hearse buckled, shuddered, and leaned towards one side. Alexander looked down at his handiwork, and nodded to himself. That was fun, and easy. We cut back to ringiside with Hank and Michael D.

Hank- I've gotten word that for that little fiasco, Ichabod is allowing Alexander to automatically advance to round two! Wow, Mike, what a night. I'm nearly sickened by what we've seen so far.

Michael D.- As am I, Hank... Jugs and Chrissy in evening gowns... I shiver at the memory.

Hank- Well, I meant all the blood and violence, but you've got a point. The nights nearly at its close, but we still have the main event... a second chance, a last chance to make your mark in history in this tournament. The Hot Potato Royal Rumble!!

Mike D.- Yes, sadly enough, some of our competitors lost too much blood or have been injured to the point of being out of commission at this time, and won't be competing in the Royal Rumble as planned. I have word that Mexican Jackhammer Boniqua, Wicked D, Morbius, and Christian Wright have all been sent to the hospital with pending injury reports.

Dear God, Mike... that only leaves Alana and... Bloodbath! Wait a minute.. I'm getting word that Cheapshots is ready for the lottery!

We go backstage once again where we see Cheapshots spinning his lottery cage around. He smiles and begins to speak.

Cheapshots- Well that time has come. Who will The cheap 1 face at King Karnge? Well enough suspense...let the winner be revealed!

Cheapshots stops the cage and picks a ball. He opens it up with a smug expression which quickly disappears.

What tha?

He reaches in and grabs another ball an opens it. Then another and another. Finally he kicks the cage over when he sees Ichy and Wicked D standing in the corner.

Ichabod- Who did ya get Cheapy? Let me guess...Brian Graves?

Ichy and Wicked start laughing.

Cheapshots- You can't do that! Brian hadhis shot and he lost it. You know it and I know it! How the hell is he gonna handle Cheapshots when I ain't double booked?

Ichabod- First off I can do that. Besides when I came in here earlier to kick those bitches out I happened to notice that all the balls said Chandra and after that stunt the bitches pulled with her compounded with the Glass Menagerie of Pain Match...well...let's just say Chnadra won't be around for awhile. Second it is time for you to realize who runs this place. I know your used to Darren giving you your way but that isnt gonna fly around here. So let's just say this...your opponent at King Karnage will be named by me! Not you! Have a good night Cheaps! Oh yeah and to show you my power...your banned from the building for the rest of the night! He's all yours boys!

With that said no less than 20 security gaurds storm the room and escort Cheapshots out, who is screaming and hollering all the way. As he is placed outside the building the door slams in his face. Cheapshots shakes his head in disgust and begins to speak.

Cheapshots- You want a war Ichy? You got one!

Mike D- I wonder what he means by that?

Hank- Who the hell knows, but I bet Ichy won't be pleased about it

The camera pans to the ring, where we see Professor Zandor placing tasers all around. He signals to Spuddy, who is standing in the ring wearing the headband and holding the remote for it. Suddenly, The lights in the arena go out and the beginning of Forsaken plays by David Draiman. Blue lasers around the screen cut wide arcs through the air. As they cut, it becomes apparant that a heavy fog is being pumped into the arena. As Draiman says I'm over it explosions light up the stage all around and Ichabod steps out to powerwalk to the ring. When he gets there, he grabs Zandor and turns him to face him, and indicates Spuddy, and talks, making remote signals with his hand. Zandor nods that he understands and enters the ring. The camera zooms in on him and it can be seen he has turned a dial to the Random setting.

Ichabod exits and Zandor and Spuddy take chairs near the ring. Reload by Rob Zombie begins to play as a large blast of pyro occurs over the ring startling the crowd and the lights go dim. Red strobe effects flicker through the arena as a dark shadow slowly glides down from the ceiling and lends in the ring. The strobes then begin to flicker slower and slower until they stop... and then with a loud BANG, red flames shoot from the ring posts and the lights come back on as Alexander The Great sits in the middle of the ring in a crouch position looking down the walkway awaiting his opponents.

Hank- Alexander seems to be a really educated man, Mike. The way he talks, he sounds like a veteran of war.

Burn Baby Burn by Gravediggaz hits as all the lights in the areana go black. All that can be seen is the ember of a blunt, burning rapidly. then right as someone exhales all the smoke the lights phade back on to show a head enveloped in smoke. After the smoke clears, Evil Ernie smiles. Then he coughs blood up all over his wife beater and khakis. then he smile again and start down the ramp with a limp in his right leg.

California love by Dre and Snoop Dogg hits as the music starts and curtains open, lydia struts out, kind of half-dancing to the music in a very show-off way.

Mike D.- Lydia has made her mark here already, Hank. Especially in my heart.

Party Up plays and Quake makes his way straight out from the curtains and walks casually to the ring, heating up the crowd with signs advertising certain products endorsed by QVC! In the ring he poses on the turnbuckle applaudes the crowd

Tip by finger eleven plays, and the lights dim, leaving a red spotlight on the ramp. Vyle saunters out arrogantly, wearing sunglasses and his ring atire, and waves his hands, showboating and baiting the crowd. When he gets to the ring, he hops onto the apron, then does a twisting 180 springboard moonsault into the ring, landing on his feet. He goes to each corner, and raises his hands to absorb the camera flashes.

Hank- The QVC is going to be a force to be reckoned with in the tag team ranks... but first we'll see how they do in singles action!

The competitors gather round as Zandor enters the ring. He carries a hat with pieces of paper in it. Each competitor takes a piece of paper.

Michael D- With the random tourney drawing making this royal rumble a Hot Potato match, the rules have been modified a bit. The person who draws the paper with Headband written on it, will be the one to start the match with it on!

One by one they open their papers. Quake- blank paper. Vyle- blank paper. Evil Ernie- blank paper. Alexander- blank paper. Lydia opens her paper and it says- Headband! Professor Zandor takes the headband from Spuddy and places it carefully on Lydia's head, and then he and Spuddy exit the ring and take their place at ringside to watch the action unfold.

Hank- Let the games begin!

Lydia immediately jumps to the ropes and does a corkscrew moonsault fast as lightning onto the crowd of men advancing on her. Everyone tumbles as the fight breaks out on several fronts. Lydia drags Evil Ernie to his feet and slings him against the ropes, and nails a sidekick on the rebound. Meanwhile, Quake and Vyle have decided to work down the larger threat, Alexander The Great. They take turns pounding on him, then Vyle takes him up as Quake runs over to make it a Three D!

Mike D.- What is it with initials these days?

QVC turns just in time to meet a double diving clothesline from Lydia. They fall to the mat as Lydia lands and removes the headband, placing it on ATG. QVC is back up, however, and they both grab a handful of Lydia's hair and toss her out of the ring. But this isn't an over the top elimination match, and they know it! Evil Ernie is back up and he comes and clips Quake between the legs. Vyle has drug ATG to his feet and slings him into the ropes. But as The Great comes back, Vyle has noticed Quake being stomped by Ernie, and he turns to help. BAM! Alexander knocks Vyle to his ass with a clothesline from hell. Not stopping his momentum, he dropkicks Evil Ernie, and slips the headband off his head and onto Ernies! Just then, Lydia leaps into the ring with a taser, connecting it with the back of Alex's neck, shocking him and bringing him to his knees. But the sound of sparks doesn't stop, as Ernie can be seen doing that weird electrocution dance!

Michael D.- The headband has chosen!

Zandor slips into the ring and takes the headband. As Evil Ernie is helped to the back by some nWo Officials. He slips it onto the first person he sees... Quake! The lights in the arena completely go out as Headstrong begins. When the tempo changes, a spotlight begins to roam over the crowd and multicolored lights flash over the ring. When the singing begins, the lights very very very slowly begin to fade up, only enough to show that someone is in the ring with arms stretched out to the sides. When the lyrics I see your fantasy... begin, the figure raises her head and looks straight foward. At I see your motives inside... double white pyros race from the curtain to ringside, where they shoot from the ringposts as BACK OFF I'LL TAKE YOU ON hits and the lights come a little over full power to blinding to reveal Alana in the ring.

Hank- Alana suffered a little embarassment from Stinky Steve earlier in the exploding poo match and chose to walk out with her dignity, but this might be another chance for her to advance in this tournament.

Lydia comes toward Alana, who snaps her head back with a spinning heel kick, sending her flying to the mat. Quake comes up behind Alana and floors her with a kidney punch, then lifts her back up and ties her in the torture rack of doom! Meanwhile, Alexander is battling it out Vyle, and has forced him into a corner. Alexander climbs onto the second rope and begins to pound his head while Quake launches Alana at his back. Alana connects with ATG and they both fall to the mat as Vyle crumples in his corner. Quake looks around and sees Lydia about to get up, and rushes over, kicking the hell out of her face. With her slightly dazed, he slips the headband onto her head, and lets go quickly as he feels the volts begin to charge. Lydia flails helplessly as the headband eliminates her. Zandor enters the ring again, removing the headband and helping Lydia out of the ring. He looks around and places the headband onto ATG.

A knife sharpens somewhere, the sound echoing across the arena. A maniacal laugh, followed by a scream rips out of the nWo tron. An old electric chair fires up, and the lights in the arena flicker, then fade out. Scarecrow by Ministry screams out from the speakers as a single red spotlight shines down on the stage. The hockey-masked monster, Bloodbath, steps out onto the stage. He turns his head wildly about, looking everywhere as he stalks down to the ring. He slides in, rocking himself back and forth against the turnbuckle, laughing, until finally he slides up his battered hockey mask, and spits blood up into the air. The lights fade back to normal as Bloodbath leans against the turnbuckle, smearing the blood all over himself.

Mike D.- Bloodbath, formerly Spatter. Whats all that stuff that goes on in those promos, Hank? Its a little confusing

Hank- I don't think I'm qualified to answer that, Mike. Look!

Bloodbath is going crazy, grabbing each person and launching them out of the ring. He settles on Alexander, who clips his knees from under him with a spear. Bloodbath rolls to get The Great off of him, then grabs a handful of hair. He is about to slam his face into the turnbuckle when Alana and QVC hit him from behind with two tasers apiece. Bloodbath shakes violently, but doesn't fall. He tries to gain some control of himself when Alana gets innovative and slides the tasers between his legs. Bloodbath roars in anger, as man and monster both are vulnerable there, and falls to his knees. Alexander borrows a taser from Vyle and flips it full power before stalking toward Bloodbath with a terrible smile on his face. But suddenly he drops the taser and grasps his head the headband has spoken again! Zandor enters the ring and puts the headband on the fallen Bloodbath while Alexander walks out cursing to himself.

Michael D.- That leaves us with QVC, Bloodbath and Alana!

Alana and QVC look at each other, and all step toward Bloodbath cautiously. They start to raise their feet to stomp him, but he comes up and reaches out his powerful arms, knkocking them all to the ground with a gigantic sweep of his limbs. He removes the headband and smashes it down onto Alana's head full force. She rolls to where Quake and Vyle lay, struggling to get the headband off. Blood trickles down her face from the force of impact cutting her head. She can't seem to get it off as Bloodbath bears down on her, tossing her out of the ring once more. She lands hard on the ground outside, still struggling with the headband. She gives up and grabs a taser nearby. She slides back into the ring just as Bloodbath is grabbing up Quake. Bloodbath slings Quake into a corner and plants a boot into his throat. As he chokes, Alana sneaks up behind Vyle, who was coming up behind Bloodbath, and puts the taser to Vyle's forehead, giving him a shocking experience. She struggles again with the headband, trying to get it off to move it to Vyle's crown. Just as it begins to slide, her eyes go wide.

Hank- Oh no, Mike! The juice has just fried Alana's brain!

Professor Zandor slides in again and slides the headband off, shaking his head as Alana's blood had just begun to lubricate the headband. He glances around to where Vyle has made it to his feet again, and he and Quake are stomping a mudhole in Bloodbath's ass. He motions them aside, and they step back as Zandor leans down to slip the headband onto him. But one of Bloodbath's massive fists shoots up and grabs Zandor by th throat. Zandor struggles to get away, but Bloodbath stands, still gripping the neck of the Professor. He takes the headband from his hand as Quake and Vyle watch in shock. Bloodbath slips the headband down on Zandor's head. He wraps his hands around the band, staring into his fear filled eyes. Zandor begins to shake as Bloodbath forces him to ride the lightning emitted by the band. Everyone glances over to Spuddy, where the remote lays on the floor, broken into pieces. Professor Zandor's head begins to blister under the headband.

Michael D.- How is he doing that??

Quake and Vyle realize they have to do something or the good professor will die under that much shock to the brain. They rush over quickly and give him a double clothesline to the mat. With the connection broken, Zandor falls to the mat clutching his head. He slides the headband off and glances over to where Vyle has mounted punches on Bloodbath, and Quake is stomping the top of his head. Zandor shakes his head and exits the ring, grabbing up Spuddy and getting the hell out of the ring area. Quake and Vyle move over to where he left the headband, and Quake picks it up. They walk back over to where Bloodbath is inching into a corner.

Hank- He almost looks vulnerable doesn't he?

Quake smiles a little as he hands the headband to Vyle. But just as Vyle is taking it, a twisted smile curls Bloodbath's lips. With both men's hands on the headband, it begins to twitch in their hands. The force of the electricity glues their hands to the headband whiteknuckled as they both feel the energy overtake their bodies. Bloodbath climbs to his feet watching with his massive arms folded as the bell rings, declaring Bloodbath the winner!

Hank- Mike, Bloodbath has advanced to the second round... but what does this mean to his next opponent? What exactly are we dealing with here?

Mike- I don't know, Hank, but I have word that the NDE has sent a video clip to be aired at this time! Lets go to the nWo Tron!

As the main event comes to an end, the nWo tron begins to flicker. Everyone turns their attention to the big screen as none other than the NDE sit behind the screen as the camera cuts them off midway through their bodies to a tremendous ovation. Dick smiles before he begins to speak.

Dick- Hello Dick-Heads....I'm sorry I couldn't be there in person but, you'll have to take that up with your president....Mr. Ichadick. For some reason he thought it would be a wonderfull idea to ban the NDE from the King Karnage tournament. Beyond that he felt it neccessary to ban the NDE from Malice as well. Well that's okay with the NDE. You see after Jacked Up, the NDE was furious. So furious that the NDE would be only there at Malice to raise hell and ruin the night for all the newcomers. After that biased loss to Cheapshots and Mainstreamer, how else could you expect us to react? It was obvious that the referee was hand picked by Ichabod. Not only that but, Mainstreamer had a handful of hair and he was pulling my trunks....

Nester- Uh Dick....

Dick stops to look at Nester.

Nester- You don't have any hair.

The audience in the arena laughs as Dick becomes angry.

Dick- Shut up Nester! Now as I was saying, Ichabod had the whole thing rigged. He wants nothing more than to see the NDE fail. Now look....all these new guys in the nWo. He's already finding us replacements. Finding people to fill the void for when he eventually forces us completely out of the company.

Nester- What a nice guy...

Dick- Hell, Ichabod was even so nice that he thought he would bring in the QVC from the XWF to give us the proper send off. Well I appreciate the offer but, I'm going to have to decline. Quake and Vyle are past their prime and they quite frankly have nothing to offer the NDE. Yeah, yeah I once looked up to Quake. Back when I first broke into the business, he was the one who showed me the ropes. I learned alot from him. You could even say that at one time Ihe was my mentor. I have no problems admitting that Quake beat me before but, Quake you NEVER beat this Richard Gazinya. The Richard Gazinya that you beat was a very green Richard Gazinya. Are you really gonna go on bragging about beating a rookie? I mean sure, I've ballooned well beyond you. I made it to the real 'Big Time' years before you. I went on to win a 'REAL' world title not some phony bingo hall slinging ghetto strap. You need to realize one thing Quakeous....you are asking for something you want no part of. I rememebr a year ago, you came to the WoW with Kris Starr. You were so gracious to me. You came out and shook my hand. You were happy as to the way I turned out. Now look at you. You couldn't cut it with the true talent and you drifted back to the XWF. Is that place going to ever die?

Nester- I thought the 'Your Momma' stint put that place into the ground?

Dick- It did, they are just all too stupid to know it. But, anyways....now Quake and Vyle have returned. The QVC want to meet the NDE. Isn't that a shocker? What did Ichy have to pay you for that favor? Ah it doesn't matter, everything Ichabod does revolves around his own motives. I'm sure this promo will be altered in some way before airing but, that doesn't mean that I'm not going to say it like it is. I'm not going to sugar coat it and I'm not going to leave anything out just because I think Ichabod wouldn't approve. You see while Ichabod is busy sabotaging my fathers company, changing it to his likings.....myself has gained control of the organization that my father built before he build the WoW/nWo. That organization is the GFW and when I get my old man back from this bullshit kidnapping stunt you better bet you bottom dollar that the GFW will prevail. The GFW is going to put this company out of business!

An internet website address flashes across the bottom of the screen, promoting the GFW. Nester and Dick smile as Dick continues.

Dick- Now as I was saying, the GFW is quickly becoming the top organization in this business. With the XWF dropping off the charts, mainly to the thaks of the QVC's departure, the nWo isn't far from it as well. The NDE is here to make sure you people know the truth. The truth is that the nWo is jealous of Dick Gazinya and the NDE. They want us to fade off into obscurity and move on with their goals. Well that's not gonna happen. As the NDE was a thorn in the side of the XWF, now the NDE will be a thorn in the side of the nWo. It's only a matter of time before we put this organization out of commision in just the same fashion as we did the XWF...

A slurping noise is heard as Dick looks down into his lap, beyond the audiences view.

Dick- Ahhh....that's the way I like it. Show me why they call you the Sugar Pop girl!

The slurping continues as Dick proceeds.

Dick- So what The Dick is saying to all you phony balongi dirtbags is this. Ichabod, you want to ban the NDE from King Karnage, you want to ban the NDE from Malice? Well you made that choice all on your own. Now you have to pay the consequences!

The Pink Panther theme begins to play inside the arena as the nWo tron cuts to a shot of the LDE outside of the arena. They have a load of explosives set up as they rig a set timer. As if in a cartoon, the LDE back away and hit a switch. Suddenly, the arena is ungulfed in flames. The fire alarm goes off as well as the sprinkler system. A fury of choas ensues as fans begin to filter out of the arena in fear. Smoke fills the arena as the nWo video tron goes blank sending Malice off the air with an uneasy feeling in all the viewers stomaches.