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 WoW Championship flies out of it and stops, covering the entire screen. The show immediatly cuts live to inside the Mckenzie Arena in Chattanooga TN. The fans cheer and hold up their signs as they see themselves on the gigantic wraparound screen which sits ontop of a long silver stage. The stage features darkgreen lazer lights moving back and fourth over two smaller screens resembling large computer monitors. In the foreground, 13 Stitches is there playing "Side of Lies"
Hank- Welcome to Malice!
Mike D- We've had a couple of no shows tonight, Hank, and will be beginning with the Brutality match featuring Quake and Enforcer!
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.
Hank: Quake looks to be in top shape tonight Mike.
Michael D: This should be good TV.
Every light in the arena dims but not to an absolute black. A light from the rafters above the ring shines down a heavenly effect. Crawling in the Dark then hits the PA system, when the lead kicks in two white pyros go off either side of the entrance ramp and as the vocal then kicks in the sturdy figure of The Enforcer emerges from the thick smoke given off by the pyros. He holds his arms out in a crucifix style with eyes closed. As the next chorus kicks in his eyes open and arms drop before he breaks into a run toward the ring and toward the heavenly light shining down on it. The ref calls for the bell, and all hell breaks loose. Quake charges, looking for a spear, but enforcer darts out of the way and bowls the former Undisputed champ over with a solid knee to the abs. He follows up immediately with an elbow strike to the temple, a eurpoen uppercut, and then a quick spining neckbreaker. Enforcer drops for the pin..1...HELL NO! Quake powers right out from the pin, and Enforcer rolls away leaping to his feet.
Hank: Impressive!
Micheal D: Yeah, I know. Quake isn't going to lay down for this punk!
Quake back to his feet stares down Enforcer a moment, then charges in. Enforcer like lightning nails a hook kick, but it only staggers the former world champion. Quake shakes the blow off, scoops up Enforcer, and slams him to the mat with authority! Quake nails an elbow drop, then drops for the pin...1...2...no! Enforcer kicks out! So close! Quake drags Reynolds to his feet, and nails him with a huge haymaker, sending the rookie snesation stumbling back. Quake nails a straight jab, and Enforcer's reeling--BAM!
Out of nowhere Enforcer nails a roundhouse kick right to the temple, knocking Quake to the mat in an instant. Enforcer hops to the top turnbuckle, and dives off with a fist drop. Quake rolls out of the way at the last second, and Reynold's hand goes through the mat. He pries it up just as Qake nails a kick rigbht square across the mouth, knocking reynolds down to the mat. Quake drags reynolds up, and flattens him against the turnbuckle. Wuake backs up, backs up....and he's building steam...uake drops down into a three point stance, and charges at full speed! NO! Reynolds leaps up at the last second, and Quake smashes against the turnbuckle. enforcer comes down, wrapping his legs around Quake's head--he nails a hurricrana!
Hank: This guy is amazing!
Michael D: Tell me about it...Quake is just dominating this poor rookie!
Hank: I was talking about Enforcer, Mike.
Michael D: Yeah? And? What about him?
Hank: Nevermind.
Reynolds attempts a pin, he hooks the leg...1....2...no! No! Quake kicks out!
Quake gets infuriated, as he picks Enforcer up, kicks him in the gut, and nails a short arm clothesline! Quake thinks he's got the edge, as he picks Enforcer up again, and brings him up for a pedigree--Quake turns it into a piledriver! Enforcer is down and Quake makes the cover. 1...2... kickout by Ryenolds! Unbelievable! Reynolds to his feet, Quake attempts another short arm clothesline. Enforcer ducks, Quake hits nothing but air, Enforcer locks on a sleeper! Quake stumbles, trying to walk with the added burden of Zak Reynolds hanging onto him, but he's not getting far.
The ref moves in to check on the situation. He raises Quake's arm once...and it falls. He raises Quake's arm twice...it halfway falls, then shoots back up, shaking. The fans are on their feet. Quake stumbles back towards the turnbuckle, Reynolds realizes what's coming, and quickly lets go. He whirls Quake around and plants a boot to the gut, bowling the big man over. He pulls him close, attempting a piledriver. Quake reverses, back body drop! Quake scrambles up to the top rope and comes diving off with a splash. He hooks the leg...1...2...NO! Rynolds kicks out again!
Michael D- So close, so close!
Hank- But obviously not close enough Mike. Quake's going to have to do better then that to get the win over Enforcer tonight.
Both men quickly to their feet, meet head on, trading punches back and forth, until Zak grabs hold of Quake, and flings him into the turnbuckle. He charges in, Quake gets a foot up and connects with Reynold's face. Enforcer staggers back a moment, then charges back in again. Quake connects again with a second boot to the face. Enforcer shakes the blow off, and charges for a third time. Quake tries for the boot again, but Enforcer feints out of the way, and lands a thundering superkick that thuds across the enitre arena. What a shot!
Quake staggers trying to shake the cobwebs off, but Enforcer simply shoves him right back into the ropes. He winds up, and unloads with a volley of quick stinging jabs, tearing into the Quakester with lethal precision. Reynolds attempts to continue the assult, but Quake raises up, ramming his knee between Enforcer's legs and landing a headbutt. Quake climbs up to the top rope, and leaps off, only for Enforcer to leap up, smashing his foot into Qualke's face with a leaping jump kick and blood spurts out all over the place! Quake slams to the mat like a sack of bricks, blood running from his busted lip and trickling out from his nostrils, and Enforcer drops down for the pin...1...2...th--NO! No! Quake gets the shoulder up!
Hank- Give Enforcer the credit he's due Mike, he's mounting an incredible offense against Quake.
Michael D: What have you been smoking Hank and where can I get some? Quake's been dominating this the whole time!
Enforcer can't believe it! He hops back up to his feet in frustration, and pounds Quake mercilessly with a serious of slashing hammering punches. He goes into a frenzy of kicking and punching and beathing the hell out of the former undisputed champion, and then picks him upgoinf for the Final Heaven--No! Quake sways back--he clamps down--
Hank: QUAKE NAILS THE AFTERSHOCK!
Michael D: Wooohoo! That's it Hank! It's over!
Quake goes for the pin,he hooks the leg....1...2....3! Quake has upset the Enforcer! Both men exit the arena.
<The arena suddenly goes dark as mysterious humming noises fill the arena. A drumset begins as ten blue lasers arranged equidistant around the nWoTron begin to gyrate around cutting arcs through what looks like dense fog. The distorted guitar begins as the lasers continue to cut and finally circle around to point directly at the curtain. Their foci swirl around and around the curtain until...
"I'm over it!"
The music pauses just then as an explosion of blue pyro ignites the stage in a superheated inferno. The music continues as the smoke clears and Ichabod stands there, head down, fists clenched down in front of him.
"I hear it fading"
Ichabod throws his hands out as another blast erupts, this one three times that of the first. The entire set up engulfs him as fans gasp and yell. Before the fire can even clear, he steps out of the flames and onto the ramp, the lasers flashing off and on but following him, and blue screaming pyros flanking him as he powerwalks to the ring.
"You see I cannot be forsaken"
Ichabod stops at the apron long enough for the dim strobe lights to begin, slowly at first, then building in intensity. He climbs onto the apron and throws his arms out in a crucifix position as the lights come up. Ichabod steps into the ring and pulls a mic close.
Ichabod- Its been a while since we've had a good enough series of events to lead up to a quality pay per view, folks, but the time is at hand. In two weeks, New Force Rising will be upon us, and we are going to see one hell of a line up.
The biggest thing everyone has been talking about is the return of WoW. The pre-main event match, where I'll be winning the WoW championship, will also feature Damien Brimstone, Phuze, Storm, Rose, Rammer, and Mason. All this is going to take place in an elimination chamber. Another good looking match is going to be the Brutality Title match, featuring the Enforcer and Adam Payne!
I'm hoping all titles will be decided by the end of New Force Rising, because we have a whole list of potential champions in nWo. Some of these potentials include Kevin Bishop and Shaun Craven, former stars of the OWC, one of the greatest federations to ever grace an arena. This following Malice, they will be given a chance to showcase their skills against one another for a chance to participate in a double title match! The winner of that match will go on to face Quake, your Television Champion, and PKA, the "unofficial" International Champion. This three way match at New Force Rising will commence with the first fall gaining the TV and the second gaining the IN. Thats a shot to become a double champion if you can!
Finally, the nWo Championship will of course be on the line at New Force Rising. Christian Wright will be taking on number one contender Weltmeister!
Hank- But Weltmeister had a deal not to use that contendership until Mainstreamer got back because Quake was a paper champion!
Ichabod- I heard that Hank. And you are right, but you see, from the moment Wright gained that strap, Weltmeister's time has begun to run out. God knows when that prick Mainstreamer will return, and that German-speaking Russian freak can't hold the contendership forever. He has a deadline, New Force Rising. If he doesn't use it by then, he doesn't use it, ever!
Just then the posts explode and the theme from Terminator plays. The huge Weltmeister steps out on stage with a microphone staring down at Ichabod until the music cuts off.
Weltmeister - "Ichabod! I've had it up to here with you. Every chance I have had to take the nWo championship you or someone else has screwed it up. No one wants a "monster" like me to become the champion. Everyone knows that once I capture the title, it will be near to impossible to take it from me. What makes New Force Rising any different. I've proven in the past I can take Christian Wright out with the snap of my fingers and at New Force Rising it won't be any different. The only thing that needs to be different is YOU! I don't want you anywhere near that ring in my match, as I'm sure you don't want me anywhere near the ring in your match for the WoW title. So I have a proposition for you. You stay out of my business, I stay out of yours."
Ichabod thinks for a second then begins to laugh to himself.
Ichabod - "You think it's as simple as that?? Weltmeister, I've been waiting to get my hands on you for the longest time. You've been playing my game and I have you right where I want you. So this is how it's going to be. I'll put it in ink....no one can interfere in your match, including myself, and no one interferes in mine...on one condition! At New Force Rising, the first match...you and I go one on one!! But, this will not be just a match. No rules, no referee. This is non-santioned. It's not a WoW match it's not a nWo match. It's just me and you, one on one."
The crowd erupts at this announcement. Weltmeister begins to nod and crack his knuckles.
Weltmeister - "You're on! Except one thing...I have YOU exactly where I want you. In fact...why wait until New Force Rising?? How about we do it....RIGHT NOW!"
Weltmeister drops the mic and begins to head down the ramp. Ichabod drops his mic and prepares to fight but then Prez Darren runs out and steps in front of Weltmeister.
Prez Darren - "Whoa! Weltmeister.. Don't do this!! Wait until New Force Rising when it means the most. Taking Ichabod out now won't cost him the WoW title. At New Force Rising it WILL!! That of course is, if Phuze and Storm don't take him out first."
Weltmeister stops abiding by Darren's words. He begins to walk back up the ramp with Darren as the crowd boos their dissapoval. Weltmeister simply stares back at Ichabod points and murmuring something from under his mask before the show cuts commercial.
Ichabod has returned to his office to change.
Hank - "It's now time for our big WoW tag team match. With New Force Rising and the Elimination Chamber to declare the new WoW Champion just around the corner, these guys can't wait to get at eachothers necks."
KABOOM! Lights in the arena wink out, leaving the whole arena bathed in darkness. The nWo-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.
The lights go black and the fans strain on the tips of their toes in order to see who will step out next. A loud roar is heard and a sliver medalion in the shape of a bears head spins on the nWo-Tron. At the top of the ramp right next to where he almost plummited to his death, a giant stands bathed in a pale spot light. The copper of his skin reflecting like a mettalic armour. Lifting his arms like a gigantic cross, he tilts his head back, letting his long flowing black hair to wave in the man made breeze of the ventilation shafts. A soft smile and a serean look upon his face.
Hank - "We know Brimstone and Ichabod are no where near friends but they have been joined together to face a common enemy."
The arena suddenly goes dark as mysterious humming noises fill the arena. A drumset begins as ten blue lasers arranged equidistant around the nWoTron begin to gyrate around cutting arcs through what looks like dense fog. The distorted guitar begins as the lasers continue to cut and finally circle around to point directly at the curtain. Their foci swirl around and around the curtain until...
"I'm over it!"
The music pauses just then as an explosion of blue pyro ignites the stage in a superheated inferno. The music continues as the smoke clears and Ichabod stands there, head down, fists clenched down in front of him.
"I hear it fading"
Ichabod throws his hands out as another blast erupts, this one three times that of the first. The entire set up engulfs him as fans gasp and yell. Before the fire can even clear, he steps out of the flames and onto the ramp, the lasers flashing off and on but following him, and blue screaming pyros flanking him as he powerwalks to the ring.
"You see I cannot be forsaken"
Ichabod stops at the apron long enough for the dim strobe lights to begin, slowly at first, then building in intensity. He climbs onto the apron and throws his arms out in a crucifix position as the lights come up. Ichabod steps into the ring and stares over at Brimstone and just nods. Nothing more, nothing less.
Michael D - Where's the grizzly bear guy Storm had when he came out in his debut a few weeks back?
Hank - "Not sure, I guess he's a behind the scenes manager."
Then, the sound of humming, to very recognizable notes from low to high, looped a few times before Method Man's gritty voice scratches the ears of the audience. "I came to bring the pain....hardcore to the brain...let's go inside my astral plane..."
Hank - "Apparently there is some kind of connection between Storm and Phuze as they try and find Phantom. That's a name I didn't think I'd ever say again."
Michael D - "I'm lost already."
Hank - "What a surprise."
The bell rings starting the match. Ichabod starts off with Storm as the two circle the ring. They lock up but it doesn't last to long as the power of Storm shoves Ichabod flat on his back. Storm just smirks as Ichabod gets back up. They lock up once again and just as before, Storm slams Ichabod on his back. Storm begins to laugh. Ichabod motions to do it one more time. Storm goes to lock up but Ichabod suckers him into a left hand. Then a right. Ichabod continues the assult backing Storm against the ropes. He uses the momentum to irish whip Storm to the other side of the ring off of the ropes. Storm comes back and clobbers Ichabod with a huge clothesline almost folding the nWo President in half. Storm tags in Phuze who drops and elbow on a winded Ichabod and goes for the cover...1....kickout by Ichabod. Phuze pulls Ichabod up and whips him against the ropes causing Brimstone to make a blind tag. Ichabod comes off the ropes and ducks a right hand from Phuze and hits the other side of the ring ropes. Phuze turns as Ichabod grabs hold of the ropes stopping. Phuze points at Ichabod making threats not seeing Brimstone calmly step in behind him. The crowd roars as Phuze turns and gets a big upper cut to the jaw. Brimstone continues the attack knocking Phuze completely out of the ring.
Hank - "What a start!"
Brimstone exits the ring and grabs a hold of Phuze. He wraps a hand around his neck to chokeslam him outside the ring when Storm nails him from behind sending Brimstone into the steel post. Phuze grabs a hold of Brimstone and slides him back in the ring now with the advantage. He climbs to the second rope and comes off with a big leg drop across the throat. Phuze goes for a cover....1....2....kickout by Brimstone. Phuze pulls Brimstone up and delivers a piledriver before making a tag back to Storm. Storm pulls Brimstone up and goes for a suplex but Brimstone blocks it. He tries again and again it is blocked. Brimstone uses his strength of the 'dark side' as his eyes turn fiery red as he hoists the huge Storm over his head for a verticle suplex and even holds him for a few seconds before dropping him.
Michael D - "WOW! Did you see that?? Those are some powers by Brimstone."
Brimstone goes for a cover....1....2...kickout by Storm. Brimstone gets up and climbs to the top rope. Just then Storm sits up and holds out 2 hands at Brimstone as his eyes turn a mystic blue color. The ropes begin to shake causing Brimstone to lose his balance and fall with the turnbuckles between his legs.
Hank - "Did you see THAT!? I've never seen anything like this in a match before."
Storm climbs to the second rope and hooks Brimstone for a suplex off the ropes but Brimstone blocks and then delivers rights hands to Storm knocking him off the ropes. Brimstone then re-takes his position on the top and hits a beautiful flying elbow drop on Storm. He goes for the cover....1......2.....kickout by Storm. Brimstone then looks over at Ichabod and approaches. Brimstone smacks Ichabods chest to make the tag. Ichabod looks into the red eyes of Brimstone as he passes him through the ropes. Ichabod approaches Storm and whips him into the corner. He calls for the "Euphoria" when Storm rakes his eyes and breaks free. He makes the tag to Phuze who charges in. Ichabod and Phuze go toe to toe in the center of the ring. Ichabod gets the upper hand and then hits Phuze with a DDT. Storm comes back into the ring but is cut off by Brimstone. Soon, all four men are going at it in opposite corners. Then, as if on cue, Brimstone and Ichabod irish whip their opponents to the center of the ring where they collide. Brimstone grabs Storm by the back of the head and whips him over the top rope while Ichabod waits until the dizzy Phuze turns around and gives him a "B!tch Thump". Ichabod goes for the cover.....1.....2.....3!! The bell rings awarding the match to Brimstone and Ichabod.
Hank - "Brimstone and Ichabod did it. They worked together and got the job done."
Michael D - "Yea, but things will be A LOT different in the Elimination Chamber."
Ichabod slides out of the ring and just points at Brimstone and nods. Brimstone glares back at him knowing full well the next time they are in the ring together they are against eachother. Just then, Prez Darren steps out on the stage interupting things. He stares and points down at Storm and Phuze in the ring.
Prez Darren - "What the hell is going on here??? You two were supposed to take Ichabod and Brimstone out. I counted on you! How do you ever plan to be the WoW Champion if you can't beat them?? Well, don't forget, in the Elimination Chamber you are also AGAINST eachother.....just like you will be NEXT WEEK!!"
Hank - "WHAT!?"
Prez Darren - "That's right. In the middle of that ring next week, it will be Phuze versus Storm...one on one! Maybe you two will beat some sense into those brains of yours."
Prez Darren exits the arena leaving Phuze and Storm staring at eachtother not quite sure of what to make of the situation.
Hank- Hella announcements! Matches for New Force Rising and next Malice have finally been set in place! What else will that massive event hold?
Michael D.- I dunno, Hank, but what's this next match gonna hold?? Tag Team Championships are on the line!
"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]
Hank- Look at these guys! This is gonna be the first time we've seen them in serious tag action, lets see what Aggravated Assault can do!
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 giagantic arms before the crowd.
Mike D.- Weltmeister, although a powerful competitor, has failed to obtain nWo gold, Hank. Will he here?
Hank- Whether or not, he'll get his shot at the most coveted prize at New Force Rising in two weeks!
'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 Aggravated Assault, 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.
Michael D.- And here comes the new nWo Champion, Christian Wright, who's slated to take on tonight's partner in two weeks at New Force Rising!
It looks like Wright and PKA are going to start off this matchup as Payne and Welty take to their corners. They start out with an old fashioned lockup, which PKA quickly turns into a fireman's carry and a headbreaker!! Wright rolls up to his feet and returns with a scoop slam, and goes for the first cover. 1.. 2.. Payne in to break the count!
Payne flashes a smile at Weltmeister, who just shrugs.
Hank- There's no love between Weltmeister and Wright, Mike.
PKA irish whips Wright to the ropes, and CW throws up an elbow to knock Payne to the floor! On the rebound he nails PKA with a flying splash, bouncing off and back up to his feet. The opponents run at each other, but Payne, in a rage, slides into the ring! He hits a helluva clothesline on Wright, then picks him up like an electric chair drop as PKA is climbing to the top rope! PKA flies off, but Weltmeister is there to catch him. Payne sees and does the drop just as Weltmeister is powerslamming PKA! Weltmeister drags Wright to their corner and forces a tag, then returns to PKA for the cover 1..2.. Payne again breaking up the count!
Michael D.- At last, some cooperation for the W's!
Hank- The W's?
Michael D.- Welt and Wright!
PKA stomps Weltmeister a few good times, then locks him up with a reverse camel clutch. Weltmeister struggles and finally forces his way out, turning to nail PKA in the nads. PKA crumples as Weltmeister picks him up for a beautiful sit out powerbomb. Weltmeister covers 1..2.. kickout by PKA!!
Hank- Payne might have broken that up, but the ref is watching him like a hawk!
PKA and Weltmeister are up, PKA is making his way to the corner, but Welt nails him with a dropkick from behind! PKA stumbles foward onto the mat. He still reaches for the corner, and Adam Payne is reaching back trying to get the tag. Weltmeister grabs PKA by the ankle and drags him back away from Payne! He grabs PKA by the hair and a tosses him like a rag doll toward Christian Wright. Wright grabs PKA's arms and holds them on the ropes while Weltmeister lays into him with knife edge chops!
Mike D.- More cooperation from the W's! Who'da thunkit?!
Weltmeister draws back and clotheslines PKA and CW to the floor!
Hank- Scratch that...
Wright gets up mad as hell and makes for the ring, but PKA grabs him from behind and whips him into the security barrier. Weltmeister laughs, until Payne grabs him from behind, lifting him up for a backbreaker!
Michael D.- How did he get that monster up?
Hank- Payne's not so small himself!
On the way down, PKA is climbing the turnbuckles, and just as Payne nails the backbreaker, PKA comes off with a legdrop right across Weltmeister's chest! PKA runs to the opposite ropes and rebounds as Payne lifts him up and drops him on top of Weltmeister! PKA has the cover 1...2... no! Weltmeister kicks out! Payne makes it to his corner and PKA comes over for the tag.
Michael D.- Payne is finally the legal man!
Payne rushes over to where Weltmeister is getting up and nails him with a viscious cick right in the face! Weltmeister falls on his back again as Payne scoops him back up for an atomic drop! Weltmeister crumples up as Payne goes for the pin, 1...2... kickout by Weltmeister! Payne comes up off him as Weltmeister gets to his feet gingerly. Payne runs at him for a clothesline, but Welt ducks, causing Payne's momentum to carry him to the ropes, and on the rebound, Weltmeister nails him with a boot to the face! Payne is down but Weltmeister is winded. He goes to his corner looking for a tag, but the nWoTron lights up, showing the old tape of the Ichabod promo in which he urinated on Sam's grave!!
Hank- Oh... no...
Weltmeister looks as Christian Wright is staring in shock. Weltmeister shrugs it off and reaches for the tag, but Wright is transfixed on the screen. Weltmeister waves his hand at Wright, but Wright just continues to stare. Suddenly, Wright's forehead bunches up and his right hand shoots to his temple. He squints his eyes up tight and seems to mutter to himself for a minute. He looks back at Weltmeister, then turns to the screen and jumps off the turnbuckle. Weltmeister bellows at him, yelling his name, promising punishment if he doesnt return. Wright stops and starts to return to the ring, until he seems to have the same mental struggle. Wright waves Weltmeister off and turns to walk up the ramp as Weltmeister stares. He starts to tremble slightly as he watches Christian Wright stalk off to find Ichabod, his inner rage, "Sam," apparantly calling the shots now. Meanwhile, Payne has gotten up.
Michael D.- Look out Weltmeister!
Weltmeister turns and receives one hell of a heart punch from Adam Payne, knocking him back against the ropes. Weltmeister comes back and Payne hits him with The Powerline! He goes down for the cover 1...2...3!! Aggravated Assault has secured the nWo Tag Team Championships!
Hank- Look at the nWo Tron!
The scene has switched to Ichabod, sitting in his office, laughing his ass off. He stares out at Weltmeister, lying broken in the ring.
Ichabod- You asked for this, Weltmeister. How foolish of you to pick a fight with me on the night you're facing two of my good friends. Let the mind games begin!
Malice fades out.
"You see I'm falling in the vast abyss"
"Clouding my memories of the past"
"At last, I see"
"I can't speak it, or else you will dig my grave"
"You feel it finding, always winding"
"Take my hand now, be alive!"
"Because I'm not the only one"
"We walk amongst you feeding, raping"
"Must we hide from everyone?"
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. The old preacher 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.
"You see I'm falling in the vast abyss"
"Clouding my memories of the past"
"At last, I see"
"I can't speak it, or else you will dig my grave"
"You feel it finding, always winding"
"Take my hand now, be alive!"
"Because I'm not the only one"
"We walk amongst you feeding, raping"
"Must we hide from everyone?"
A native song hits the sound system as the mammoth Storm seems to soak up the only light in the entire arena. Suddenly, as if he didn't even notice that he was inside of a building packed to the rafters with thousands of chearing, screaming fans. The beast turned his face to look down at the ring, red and black streaks across his face paints an ugly picture for those who stand in his way. Raising his hands even further his large hands held menasingly over the entire theater as if they were all the next on his list. He then drops to one knee hammering the steel grating with his fist setting off a cascade of pyros leading down to the ring which is finished off by four lighting strikes exploding from the WoW-Tron to each of the four turn buckles. Storm makes his way to the ring awaiting his partner.
Those that know their WoW history, know this theme, they know that in a few seconds the pyros go off, and as if on cue, they begin firing off from the bottom of the ramp in greens and yellows, working their way up to the stage which has been darkened. By now 'Bring tha Pain' is playing in full tilt and the crowd up on their feet in anticipation. Loved by many and hated by more the shilouette of Latin America's most enigmatic guerrilla fighter stands frame by the images of explosions in the background. Fiery reds and oranges trace the outlines Phuze, then there is a flash, a blinding white that for a moment stuns the audience and once again the lights are on, spotlights bathing the figure of Phuze, standing in all his might atop the stage with a smirk on his face. He heads to the ring and joins Storm at his side.
[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 massive arms with the fans booing like crazy.
