Malice comes on the air with a Matrix style opening featuring letters, numbers and coding which merge together forming the nWo logo representing the Netlink Wrestling Organization . In the background you can see a vague logo which reads WOW. All of a sudden, the image rips in half as a silhouette of a man in green walks to the foreground of the screen, carrying a briefcase. He stops and opens it, then throws it at the screen as a gigantic title belt flies out of it and stops, covering the entire screen. The show immediatly cuts live to inside the Air Canada Center in Toronto, Ont. 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.

13 Stitches is back onstage playing "Hatchets."

Hank- The return of that band is a symbol of things to come, folks.

Mike D- Thats right, Hank. Tonight we will be featuring our first ever WOW Sanctioned match within nWo Malice!

Hank- But first, we have Professor Zandor taking on Zero, in a Jobber Match... wait, ah dammit.

A glowing light, very very bright white, gleams out from the ring. Zero stands there in a brown cloak, looking very beaten and broken. Fake prostetic ears three times the size of normal human ears and pointed are pasted over his ears. Bubbling noises can be heard as purple lights shine on the rampway. Professor Zandor steps out with a lot of pointy spiky black armor all over his body. He holds out his hand, holding up the golden ring.

Michael D.- How ironic is it that the Ring of Power is actually a miniature wrestling ring, complete with flexible ropes??

As he holds the ring out, he speaks in some unclear language very loudly into a mic.

Hank- Its Elvish! He says, "One match to rule them all, one match to return to WOW!"

Michael D.- How the hell do you speak Elvish?

Zandor closes his fist around the miniature ring as several people come from under the ring. Gick Dazinya is there dressed like an elf, Dester NeFranco as dwarf, Mexican Jackhammer Casio as a tree. They rush into the ring just as Zero jumps up to his feet. He clotheslines Gick the Elf out to the ground again. Zero spinkicks Dester the dwarf to his back, and spears Casio the tree. He turns to look up the ramp as Zandor rolls his eyes up. He draws a huge sword and begins to come toward the ring, but the sword is too heavy. He struggles with it as Zero jumps out of the ring. Zero rushes up the ramp, but Zero suddenly turns and holds out the ring again. Zero collapses on the ramp as Zandor bears down on him. He raises the sword up above his head over Zero... and...

Zandor falls backward over the edge of the ramp under the weight of the sword. Zero comes back up and looks over the edge as....

Suddenly the feed to Malice is cut and a "Technical Difficulties" sign comes up. The show comes back on three minutes later on Hank and Michael D. Mike is shaking his head while Hank smiles knowingly. The combatants are no where to be seen.

Hank- Well that was a relief. I'm about damn tired of the Jobber Division around here. What the hell was Wafer thinking?

Mike D.- What have I told you about talking ill of the dead, Hank?

Out of no where the familiar sound of "Fight Music" by D12 hits the arena. The fans get up screaming and cheering Rammer's name. Video clips of Rammer pulling of sweet moves comes up on the titantron and Rammer walks up. While he is walking down to the ring the fans hold out there hands for high fives. As he goes to hit there hands he pulls away and fingers them. He runs down to the ring and slides in. A women hands him a mic and he grabs it out of her hands. The fans turn into a mixed reaction, both cheering and booing throughout the stadium.

Rammer- You know, I come here to the nWo after being in the WoW. I did more great things in the nWo then I ever did in the WoW. But see the thing is the WoW is the reason I even started becoming good in this business. So when Darren told me about this two way contract he was offering me I said ya, Ill do that for you. What do I find out though... That he stuck me in my first match with a god damned girl. I mean a girl comon! All I can say about that is it's Bullshit. How the hell can a girl beat a man?

The great thing about this two way contract how ever is that I'm the only guy thats going to be able to hold the WoW and the nWo World title at the same time. After I win the WoW world title in the Elimination Chamber you better beleive that I'm going to winning the nWo Championship for a second consecutive time. I Still can't get over it! Rose Darren? Why would you stick me in my first match against a girl, at least give me some sort of challenge..."

Just then Rammer is interupted by the lights going out for a few seconds and blacklights come out from underneath the ramp as strobelights go off in every direction. "Loco" by Coal Chamber begins to play as Rose comes out in a white bodysuit. She does a roundoff back handspring tuck and each time her hands and feet hit the ground, pyros go off.

Rose climbs up in the ring and she jerks the mic out of Rammer's hand. She glares at him with disgust.

Why are you complaining about going against a girl? You've done it before. And lost. Wait, that was to me. Wasn't it? Oh wait, and to Deidre too! So you really have no room to talk there, buddy. So you just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. Because it's going to be a long and bumpy one.

Oh Rammer, don't stop. I like when you get all riled up. I think its rather funny. Sexy too. Oops, did I just say that out loud? I think we can really get along if we just out our minds to it. That is, if you want to. I'll let you think about it, ok?

Rose hands the mic back to Rammer as she walks out of the arena grinning.

Hank- Will that be the next WoW match up?

Michael D.- I certainly hope so. I've not seen Rose in the ring in a very long time!

The lights go black and A World So Called starts to play... *When passion's lost and all the trust is gone, *Way too far, for way too long *Children crying, cast out and neglected, *Only in a world so cold, only in a world this cold *Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes, *Then watch them drift away *Some might say, we've done the wrong things, *For way too long, for way too long. And out from the curtains with a big jump of pyro, Kevin Bishop walks out onto the stage. He looks out to the crowd with no sign of emotion on his face. He looks out to the crowd and walks down the ramp and when he gets to the ring he slides in and takes a seat on the far side's corner. He now awaits his opponent.

Hank- Bishop looks to be in top form, Mike.

Michael D- He could be in the worst shape of his life Hank...considering who he's facing tonight I don't think he's got much to worry about.

Gick Dazinya steps out onto the ramp, holding 2 cheap fizzing gold sparklers in his hands. They fiz and pop excitingly as the fans stare on with bored disinterest. He hops into the ring, waving the sparklers around, trying to work the crowd, but it's not having much effect. Someone in the crowd starts thoring stuff at him. Bishop shakes his head a moment, almost regretting stepping into the ring with this guy. He stretches a moment, Gick turns around to show off for his opponent, and Bishop charges out from his side of the ring and nails Dazinya with a hellacious clothesline.

Hank- Damn! He nearly took Gick's head off with that shot!

Michael D- Yeah..nearly...Try Harder next time Kevin--dammit!

He drags Gick up to his feet, Dazinya tries for a punch--Bishop grabs his arm in mid-swing, and drops The Gickster to the mat with an armbar. Gick's screaming and pounding the mat..the referee drops down asking if he wants to quit..but Gick isn't a quitter just yet. Bishop lets off the armbar, only to quickly clamp on an anklelock submission. Gick screas at the top of his lungs as he pounds his fist against the mat. the ref drops back down again, does the Gick want to quit? Does the Gick want to quit? Dazinya raches, stretching, and clamps his hand desperately onto the rope. The ref takes notice, and begins warning Bishop to let off...1...2...3...4...Bishop flips the ref off and relenquishes the hold just before the zebra can get to 5. Gick hugs the rope with a death-like grip, refusing to let go. Bishop grabs hold of Dazinya, dragging him kicking and screaming away from the ropes. Bishop whips Gick to the ropes, Dazinya on the rebound, and Bishop lands a vicous suffle side-kick, sending Gick down to the mat hard. Kevin quickly moves in, kicking and stomping Dazinya over and over, not showing the least bit of compassion for his would be challenger. Bishop reaches down and bitchslaps Gick, spitting on him.

Hank- Bishop is having a field day here...this is actually kind of sad Mike.

Michael D- Yeah, I almost feel sorry for him having to make his debut against The Gick. I think President Ichabo's going to be handing out a lot of pinkslips over the next few weeks if this keeps up Hank.

Bishop shakes his head, staring with a cold merciless sneer at Gick. He looks almost..sickened. He drags gick back up, whipping him to the turnbuckle. Bishop charges after him, Gik leaps, Bishop catches himself against the ropes and Dazinya lands behind Bishop. Kevin grabs Dazinya up in a russian leg sweep and falls back with it. He stands back up with the move on and he jumps forward into a forward russian leg sweep. He falls and gets back up holding the move still. He jumps around and hits a reverse russian leg sweep. He falls and jumps back up and hits an STO.

Hank- What a sequence! I've never seen anything like that before!

Michael D- Bishop calls that the Russian Roulette, I think. Damn impressive!

Bishop pulls poor gick back up, whipping him to the ropes. Dazinya on the rebound, Bishop calls for it. Kevin grabs Gick by the waist and hits a reverse german suplex, successfully nailing The Unwanted. Bishop drops down, clamping down with a figure four leglock. Gick clenches his fists and begins pounding away on the mat, screaming. The referee drops down, asking if Gick wants to quit.

Hank- I heard Bishop was a submission expert, and I dare say he's drove home that point to Dazinya tonight.

Michael D- Why doesnt gick just give up already and get it over with Hank? He's clearly out of his league.

Kevin keeps on clamping on the pressure, and Gick's howling and pounding his fists, over and over against the mat. Gick just wont quit, and Bishop gets an angry snarl across his face. He grabs up onto the ropes, adding leverage, and Gick screams at the top of his lungs complaing to the ref. The zebra glances over, and Bishop quickly lets go of the ropes, looking at the ref with an incredulopus stare. Gick pounds on the mat again and again, the ref drops down asking...Bishop grabs onto the ropes, and The Gick finally screams as he taps the mat, submitting.

Hank- An impressive win for the OWC newcomer over Gick Dazinya.

Michael D- What's so impressive about it Hank? That had to be the shortest match I've seen yet! The Gick got his ass handed to him flat out, I feel sorry for Bishop having to debut against that loser!

"Nobody's Listening" by Linkin Park hits the PA System. We can hear it saying "C-C-Comin' at ya, Come Come Comin' At Ya" and then BOOM pyro shoots off as the lyrics get underway.

[Peep the Style and the kids checking for it]
[The number one question is]
[How could you ignore it?]

PKA, Adam Payne, and Ash walk out onto the stage in a very confident way.

[We drop right back in the cut]
[Over basement tracks]
[With raps that got you backingthis up like..]
[[REWIND THAT]]

PKA raises his arms up, with his fists touching each other, as Payne balls up his fists, hits his left shoulder with his right fist, then hits his right shoulder with his left fist, followed by raising his arms up high too. Ash raises her arms, then points to each man.

[We're just rolling with the rhythm]
[Rise from the ashes of the stylistic division]
With these non-stop lyrics of life living]
[not to be forgotten]
[But Still Unforgiven!]

PKA grabs onto Ash's hand and holds it up in the air. The three make their way towards the ring.

[But in the meantime there are those who wanna]
[Talk this and that/so I suppose]
[It gets to a point feelings gotta get hurt]
[And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt]
[[IT GOES]]

PKA holds Ash's hand until she gets up the steps, then he slides in. Adam Payne climbs up on the apron and goes into the ring, climbing the turnbuckle as PKA does the same at the other end..

[TRY TO GIVE YOU WARNING]
[BUT EVERYONE IGNORES ME!]
[[TOLD YOU EVERYTHING LOUD AND CLEAR]]
[BUT NOBODY'S LISTENING!]
[CALL TO YOU SO CLEARLY]
[BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ME!]
[[TOLD YOU EVERYTHING LOUD AND CLEAR]]
[BUT NO-BODY'S LISTENINNNNNG!]

Ash stands in between them holding her arms up in the air pointing to each man. PKA puts his arms out in a crusifix and Payne raises his arms, the fans all the while booing like crazy!

Hank- Aggrivated Assult is in the house...this could get ugly real quick Mike.

As the music begins to play, Otis and Cpt. Spaulding appear on the ramp bathed in yellow light. The rest of the arena is dark but the yellow light is very bright. The light follows them in the ring where they stand stoically side by side while the arena lights come up.

Michael D- You're not kidding, geez that's got to be the tackiest looking ring getup ever...Otis and Captian Spaulding..pfffttt. I could kick both their asses.

Hank- Well if you're so confident, then why don't I just invite them on over for a little chat huh Mike?

Michael D- NO WAY!...I hate clowns!

Hank- Don't let Spaulding hear you saying that.

The ref calls for the bell, and Spaulding and PKA start out in the ring. The Tag title number one contendership will be decided right here, and now. Spaudling goes to offer his hand respetfully, PKA shurgs and goes to shake, but the hand comes out of the soket, and PKA looks at it with a confused look. Spaulding pulls on his flashing skull bowtie as he chatters his teeth and breaks into a crazy laugh. PKA isn't happy with being made a fool of, and tosses the fake hand out into the crowd, clotheslining Spaudling to the mat. He drags the Captain back up and whips him to the ropes, Spaudling hits the ropes, Adam Payne grabs hold from behind, locking Spaudling against the ropes. The referee moves over, noticing this, but PKA shoves him out of the way and begins hammering Spaulding with quick stinging lefts and rights.

The referee moves back in, starting a 5 count...1...2...3...4..Adam reaches over and tags in. The two whip the Captain to the ropes, Spaudling on the rebound. PKA quickly scrambles up onto the top, Payne scoops the captin up, and nails a knee backbreaker. PKA dives off the top, connecting with a leg drop right across the Captain's throat. Otis races into the ring, but the referee gets all up in his face, ordering him back out of the ring. PKA and Adam begin stomping the hell outta Spaudling, and the fans are booing and booing. Finally the ref turns around, after arguing with Otis, and orders PKA out from the ring.

Michael D- HAHA! Take that clown! Hit him again!

Spaulding slowly to his feet, but Payne just kicks him back to the mat with a ruthless kick to the jaw. Spaulding rolls around on the ground, Payne moves in to pick him up, but Spaulding nails a quick thumb to the eye, momentarily blinding Adam. The Captain nails a schoolboy, and the ref drops down for the count...1....2...Payne kicks right out, sitting up with a furious glare. Spaulding quikly to his feet raches over and tags Otis in. Otis dashes into the ring, and whips Adam to the ropes, He attempts a back body toss, but Payne catches himself on the ropes, and drops to one knee nailing Otis with a eurpean uppercut, staggering him back.

Hank- That had to hurt!

Otis shakes the blow off, only to be sent right to the mat as PKA flies off the top with a missle dropkick. the ref starts shouting at PKA to get back out, Spaulding charges in, and Otisn and the captin trade off taking turnns pummeling Adam back and forth. PKA slips past the ref, and spears Otis to the mat. Spaulding enters the lockup with Payne, but is quickly overpowered, and is send crashing to the mat with a huge bodyslam. payne connects with a nasty elbow drop across the throat, and turns to help out his partner. the referee's counting and shouting at PKA, whos got Otis in the corner, pounding away,...1...2...PKA climbs atop Otis, leaping off...3...Hurriciranna! Otis si down...4...The ref is all up in PKA's face, warning him to get out of the ring or have the match thrown out, and PKA finally climbs back through the ropes over to his side of the ring, leaving Adam to deal with Spaudling, and Otis lying on the mat motionless.

Hank- Aggrevated Assult is showing some incredible teamwork here..they've just picked apart Otis and Spaulding...neither of the two seem to be that versed in working together as a team.

Adam drags Spaudling up, hefting him up, and he sends him crashing down for a powerbomb--PKA leaps off the top turnbuckle with a cross body, nailing Spaudling, and crashes the challenger to the mat with a tremendous thud. Adam drops down for the count and Otis runs to interrupt, but is tripped up by pKA, Paye hooks the leg...the ref drops down...1...2....3!

Michael D- You're kidding me? It's already over?

Hank- Otis and the Captin were simply outgunned and outmatched...they're going to have to really put some practice into teamwrok...none the less, Aggrevated Assult wins the Tag title number one contendership.

Hank - Last week we saw the return of the WoW right here within the nWo. It was truelty amazing as Darren brought back 6 former WoW stars including Phuze, Rose, Storm, Rammer and the two men we are about to see next...Ichabod and Brother Brimstone.

The arena turns dark and stays silent other then the crowd screaming and hollering. After a few moments a giant WoW logo flashes on the canvass of the ring rotating counter clockwise. The fans begin to cheer as The Violent by 13 Stitches begins to play and pyro erupts on the stage bringing the lights back up. The stage has changed appearance while the lights were out and it resembles the old WoW set up of garbage cans, broken brick walls and other alley way items. Pyro explodes down the rampway leading to the ring when all four turnposts errupt in sparks.

Mike - Here we go Hank...WoW time!!

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 steps up onto the apron, turns, and raises his arms slowly like Triple H as the lights come up.

Before the match begins, Ichabod picks up a mic.

Ichabod - Weltmeister... the number one contender for the nWo Championship. Quake, the scab champion. Christian Wright, the man who just can't seem to take that final leap to where he needs to be. PKA, wanting to be a champion so bad he's willing to bend the rules and reclaim his defunct title. You all put me in a very tight position. Quake is ready to defend, but he has no one to defend against. Weltmeister is ready to go for the title, but refuses to use that contendership against Quake. So... I have a very special idea for all of you. Next week on Malice... we are going to have the nWo Championship on the line. PKA, Quake, Weltmeister, and Christian Wright. If Weltmeister can't take the championship in that match, he will remain the number one contender! You've got nothing to lose here, Welty!

Ichabod makes a show of dropping the mic, but pauses and lifts it back to his mouth.

Ichabod - Oh, wait, I nearly forgot. Its going to be a double elimination match. Two pinfalls or submissions to eliminate your opponents!

Ichabod drops the mic out of the ring then.

Hank - Ichabod looks ready. He wants that WoW Championship as bad as the rest of them. Darren wasn't too happy of Ichabods attitude after signing him to the WoW contract so he's forcing him to face off against Brimstone tonight.

Mike - That's Damien Brimstone Hank, get it right.

KABOOM! Lights in the arena wink out, leaving the whole arena bathed in darkness. The WoW-tron flickers to life to Seasons in the Abyss by Slayer, and we slowly move forward through pouring rain, zooming in on the grainy image of a decrepit old house, rotting in the middle of this forest of dead trees. Flames explode across the screen, burning the rainy image away, leaving only blackness. The monitor flickers violently, flashing vivid images of mangled bodies, roaring flames, and if we look closely...amidst the torrent of disturbing imagry, we can see glimpses of a battle. A huge battle. There are men all over the place, fighting amongt themselves, fighting, fighting and fighting...and amidst the horrifying images of what may very well be Hell itself, we almost recognize a face amidst the battle. One man, beating beaten, battered, torn apart by an angry mob, and thrown into the ring, to his certain doom. And then, as sudden as it started, the flickering stops.
Blackness grips the screen as two burning embers slowly fade in, giving off just the faint hinted outline of an old man, staring out at the world with a twisted sneer. WHOOSH! Pyro explodes up from the ringposts, and two snaking trails of flame race up the ramp...KABOOM! A huge flash of flame erupts from the stage, and somewhere in the distance thunder rumbles, ominously. Damien Brimstone steps out onto the stage, his eyes a dull faded yellow. He glares down at the ring with an evil snarl, and slowly makes his way to the ring and steps inside. He stares out at the crowd and then to Ichabod.

Hank - These two are no strangers to eachother. They've had quite the battles in the past.

The bell sounds and the two men lock up in the center of the ring. Brimstone over powers Ichabod, his eyes almost flaming as he musters strength. He forces Ichabod down hard on his back. Ichabod stands back up and goes back into a grapple with Brimstone. This time Ichabod forces Brimstone back into the corner. The referee asks for a clean break. Ichabod slowly releases Brimstone and begins to back up but WHAM! A quick right hand to Brimstones face but it doesn't stop there. He continues with rights then lefts until Brimstone is beaten down to the mat. The fans cheer as Ichabod steps back and raises his arms in the air.

Hank - Both these guys can taste the WoW title down the road. But only one can get it.

As Brimstone gets to his feet Ichabod charges at him for a splash in the corner but Brimstone moves and Ichabod hits the turnbuckles face first. The impact knocks the wind out of him allowing Brimstone to hit Ichabod with a neck breaker. Brimstone goes for the cover....1....2....kickout by Ichabod.
Brimstone picks Ichabod up off the mat and puts him in a side headlock clamping down with pressure. Ichabod fights out and irish whips Brimstone into the ropes. Brimstone comes back and is nailed with a big clothesline from Ichabod. Ichabod hits the ropes and hits Brimstone with a quick corkscrew elbow to the throat and goes for a cover.....1....2....kickout by Brimstone.

Hank - The tension is high in this match. There is nothing but evil in that ring right now.

Mike - There's evil sitting right next to me every week Hank.

Ichabod heads for the corner and climbs to the second rope. He comes off with a leg drop but Brimstone moves out of the way. Ichabod hits the canvass hard. Brimstone waits for Ichabod to get to his feet and wraps a hand around his neck. He picks Ichabod up and nails him with a big chokeslam. He goes for the cover....1....2.....kickout by Ichabod.
Brimstone pulls Ichabod up and tosses him outside of the ring and follows him. He begins stomping on Ichabod before pulling him up. He irish whips Ichabod to the post but Ichy reverses and Brimstone goes face first into the steel and hits the ground. Ichabod goes over to the time keepers area and grabs a steel chair. He folds it up and heads to Brimstone who is on his knees. Ichabod raises the chair but the referee yanks it out of Ichabods hands from behind and warns him of being disqualified. As the ref turns to put the chair away Brimstone targets between Ichy's legs and nails him with a low blow. Ichabod keels over.

Hank - Ahh a blantant low blow!

Brimstone rolls Ichabod back into the ring and goes for a quick pin and hooks the leg....1.....2....kickout by Ichabod. Just then, the crowd begins to make some noise as Storm and Phuze appear on stage watching the match.

Hank - What are these guys doing out here? They have no businee here.

Mike - Maybe they're scouting their competition for the Elimination Chamber match.

Phuze looks on and begins to chat with Storm obviously about these two men. Storm nods. The continue to watch on as Brimstone pulls Ichabod up and whips him into the ropes. Ichabod comes back and dodges a big boot from Brimstone. He turns and kicks Brimstone in the gut and nails him with a big DDT. Ichabod gets up and signals for the 'b!tch thump'. Phuze and Storm begin to walk to the ring. Ichabod pulls Brimstone up and sets him up in the corner when he spots the two coming to the ring. Ichabod slides out of the ring and nails Phuze with a big hard right. And then one to Storm. They both hit the floor. The referee comes out of the ring as he pulls Ichabod away from the two. The referee turns to Phuze and Storm on the ground and insist they leave. As Ichabod turns to go back to the ring...WHAM! A steel chair from Brimstone to the skull of Ichabod. Ichabod becomes lacerated and the blood flows from his forehead. Brimstone picks Ichabod up and slides him into the ring and goes for the cover. The referee turns from Phuze and Storm and sees the cover. He runs and slides under the rope and counts....1....2....kickout by Ichabod! The crowd goes nuts.

Hank - I thought it was over right there.

Brimstone pulls Ichabod up and clamps on the Demon Claw to his forehead. Ichabod struggles and begins to fade away when Phuze and Storm slide in the ring with steel chairs. Phuze nails Ichabod while Storm hits Brimstone with the steel. The ref calls for the bell making this a double dq. That doesn't stop Phuze and Storm from continuing their attack with the steel chairs.

Hank - There's no reason for this!

The bell continues to sound. Phuze drops his chair on the mat and pulls Ichabod to the top of the ropes and delivers a brainbuster onto the steel while Storm hangs Brimstone in the corner in a tree of woe and dropkicks a steel chair to his unprotected face. The fans begin to boo and throw some trash into the ring especially when they see Prez Darren at the top of the stage holding the WoW title. He looks down at the carnage in the ring with a smile on his face. He chuckles and heads to the back as the show goes to commercial.

Mike D.- Its time for our main event, Hank, and as Weltmeister beat Wright last week but refuses to use his contendership against the scab Champion Quake, Christian Wright will be taking on Quake this week in a non-title affair!

'Cocky' hits as Christian Wright walks out, Bohemoth close behind him. Wright does a little 'Flair strut', and gives the crowd a 'WHOO!' as Bohemoth behind him points to Wright. The two walk down the aisle, as Wright seems totally focused on (opponent's name), walking over to top side of the ring, and leaping to the apron. Grabbing hold of the ropes, Wright leaps into the ring and raises his arms to cheers from the crowd, still keeping his focus on the opponent.

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........ Suddenly, Christian Wright grabs him from behind and rock bottoms him down to the ring!

Quake struggles to his feet, but his arms fubmle out wildly, trying to grab onto anything, anyone, for support. Wright simply watches this a moment, then reaches out, grabs Quake's arm, and goes for an Irish whip--NO! Quake reverses, whipping Wright out of the ring toward the ramp area. The former brutality champ struggles down the rampway, trying not to fall. Wright catches himself, stopping just in time not to fall. He turns, glaring at Quake. Charges, and nails the new world champ, who has climbed out, with a hellacious clothesline. The referee drops out from the ring, trying to get Wright to get in the ring. He simply ignores the ref, and drags Quake up to his feet. Wright lands an elbow to the gut, a second elbow, Wright clubs him down to the ground. Quake rolls away, looking wildly in every direction. Wright drags him up and slides him into the ring.

Hank- Quake is stunned!

Wright moves in, planting a boot right against Quake's face. The champ drops to the mat, his lip busted open. Wright laughs and goes hunting for a chair. He shoves the ring attendant out of the way, folds up the chair, and stalks towards the downed Quake. He moves in, close, closer, closer...Quake reaches out, touching, finding Wrights boot. He slowly looks up, vageuly aware of Wright's presence. Wright raises the chair, a sick smile streching across his face, when BAM! Quake nails a blatant low blow that sends the big man down to his knees. The capacity crowd cheers, stomping their feet as Quake stumbles around, trying to figure out where he's at. Wright slowly makes it back up to his feet, his face lighting up with fury. He grabs the chair again, and heads right for Quake. He raises the chair, but Quake whirls around and spears right into him, smacking him right against the ringpost. Wright's grip on the chair loosens, but he's somehow able to shake the blow off, and lands a viscious headbutt, knocking Quake back. He raises the chair, swings, and connects with a nasty headshot.

Hank- My God, Quake isn't going to last long at this rate Mike.

Quake stumbles back a few feet, shakes his head a moment, and then glares right over at Wright. Quake is pissed! Wright goes to swing the chair, but Quake catches it in mid-motion, prying it free from his hands. Quake swings, and the chair connects solidly with Wright's face, busting him wide open; blood pours down his face and trickles onto the mat below. CW stumbles back, falling over the ring steps. Quake jumps up onto the turnbuckle, waiting. Wright back to his feet. Gazinya leaps off, bringing the chair cracking down across the back of Wright's head! Quake quickly back to his feet plants a quick boot or two into the downed challenger, before dragging him up by the ahir and tossing him across the ring. Quake drags Wright, still dazed from the chairshot, to his feet, only to send him right back down with a big standing clothesline. The fans roar as Quake quickly darts up onto the top turnbuckle. He flies off, connecting with a tremendous 450 splash.

Hank- What an impact!

Quake goes for the pin...1...2..Wright powers out, tossing Quake off him. Both men quickly to their feet, meet head on, trading punches back and forth, until Wright grabs hold of Quake, and flings him into the turnbuckle. He charges in, Quake gets a foot up and connects with Wright's face. Wright staggers back a moment, then charges back in again. Quake connects again with a boot to the face. Wright shakes the blow off, and charges for a third time. Quake tries for the boot again, But Wright feints out of the way, and lands a thundering turnbuckle clothesline that thuds across the enitre arena. Quake staggers out from the corner, but Wright simply shoves him right back into it. He winds up, and unloads with a volley of haymaker punches, mauling Quake. The referee moves in, trying to break it up, but Wright simply turns and glares at him, sending the zebra backing off in a hurry. This momentary delay however, was all the chance Quake needed. Wright turns back to continue the beating, but Quake raises up, ramming his knee between Wright's legs and landing a headbutt. Wright groans in pain. Quake mounts up to the second rope, and leaps off, connecting with a solid clothesline that plants Wright firmly to the mat. He drops down for the pin...1...2..th--No! Wright's foot on the ropes!

Mike D.- Give Quake the credit he's due Hank, he's mounting an incredible offense against Wright.

Quake can't believe it! He hops back up to his feet in frustration, and kicks Wright right across the jaw. He goes into a frenzy of kicking and stomping the Hell out of the former champ, and then picks him up, nailing "The Aftershock!"

He goes for the pin, 1-2-3! The nWo and Television champ is victorious!

Hank- What an incredible matchup from these two career foes! Thats all for tonight, folks, join us next time for another edition of Malice!