December 6, 1998

EWA Presents

Live from the Superdome in New Orleans, LA

The screen opens up with the blood red colored EWA logo. After a few moments, the screen fades to a slightly blurred image of Richard Riley getting the win over Cyris. "Estranged" by Guns N' Roses starts up.

"When you're talkin' to yourself..."

"And nobody's home..."

"Can you fool yourself? You came into this world alone..."

Screen shows Cyris stunned and angry over his loss to the "lowly" commentator.

"...alone..."

The song begins to go at full speed and various images of EWA wrestlers flash across the screen, such as Cyris, Suicide King, Violent Dark, Tommy Grayson, Johnny Sledge, Eli Flair, Irish Rebel, Dirk Ryan, and "Maverick" Matt Blanchard.

"So nobody every told ya bay-bay..."

"How it was gonna beee..."

Screen shows Dirk Ryan pulling off his Ronny Wonder match and standing beside Richard Riley over the downed Cyris.

"So, what'll happen to you bay-bay..."

"Guess we'll have to wait and seeeee..."

Screen shows Johnny Sledge hitting the accidental dropkick on Tommy Grayson, and then Grayson walking away from the match with Cindy Rossetti.

"ONE, TWO..."

Johnny Sledge hits a huricanranna on Violent Dark; Pimpdaddy J enters the ring and helps beat down Sledge to get the win for Death Row.

"Old at heart but I'm only 28..."

"And I'm much too young..."

Screen shows Irish Rebel defeating Fang for the North American title and then Rebel doing battle with "Maverick" Matt Blanchard.

"To let love break my heaaaaart..."

"Young at heart but it's getting much too late..."

"To find ourselves falling apaaaart..."

The word "DECEMBER" flashes across the screen...

"I don't know how you're s'posed to find me lately..."

"An what more could you ask from meee..."

Screen shows Eli Flair and Poison Ivy walking down the isle to the ring and then Irish Rebel holding his North American belt up high.

"How could you say that I never needed you..."

"When you took everything..."

Screen show an angry Johnny Sledge...and Tommy Grayson doing one of his interviews. A clip of Violent Dark walking around the streets of Detroit is shown.

"Said ya took everything from meee..."

The screen shows Fang kissing Violet, and then Capital Punishment laughing arrogantly. Then, the word "TO" flashes across the screen...and then finally, the word "DISMEMBER" in hideous, frightening, gothic blood-red letters is splattered on the screen. A montage of various EWA superstars flashes across the screen once again.

"So nobody ever told us bay-bay..."

"How it was gonna beeee..."

The screen shows the logo for December To Dismember. The music begins to come to a close.

"So what'll happen to us bay-bay..."

"Guess we'll have to wait and seeee..."

The music is replaced with the sound of the roaring fans inside the arena. The screen drips away James Bond-intro style to reveal the inside of the jam-packed arena.

VP Rothschild: "Good evening ladies and gentleman and welcome to what should be an extremely interesting evening for the EWA. Joining me tonight is Crystal Laine who is filling in for President Artful who is off on business in Canada. Crystal, it's a pleasure!"

Cyrstal: "Believe me, Wayne, the pleasure is all yours! Tonight we have the most fabulous line up, one of the hottest cards full of blood and the Holiday spirit to make this truly a December to Dismember!

VP Rothschild: "Well, anyway, this should be an exciting night as you were alluding to. Which match are you most interested in seeing?"

Crystal: "The last one, Wayne. The last one."

VP Rothschild: "You must be referring to our main event. I really wouldn't want to be in Riley's shoes right now. "

Crystal: "To tell you the truth, I REALLY wouldn't want to be in his SHORTS when Cyris comes after him. Besides that, we have a three way dance for the North American Title.

VP Rothschild: "Let's not forget the TV title match as well as the Cruiserweight match between Sledge and the upcoming superstar known as the "Maverick!" plus the other great matches. I just got word that Dirk Ryan is asking for some mic time. What do you think he has to say?"

Crystal: "Whatever it is, it's not something any of his future opponents want to hear. Let's go to Dirk now."

The lights go down a bit as "More Human than Human" starts up. The crowd immediatly jumps to their feet, knowing who is coming out at this point. Dirk Ryan steps through the curtain and the crowd goes nuts. He isn't dressed in wrestling gear, but just khacki pants and an EWA Teeshirt. As he walks toward the ring, multicolored lazers flood the arena, and a spotlight is put onto Dirk. As he steps into the ring, the lights slowly come back up to normal level and the crowd eventually slows down. Dirk stands there for a minute, enjoying the ovation he recieved, then gets to why he is out there in the first place. He raises his hand to let the crowd know he is ready to begin, then delivers a smile and wink and away we go.

"Unbelievable, I wasn't here for 2 months, but I still get a hero's welcome where ever I go. Of course, I never really left, but nobody knew that. You all bought my crack story hook, line and sinker, nobody expected me to be Ronny Wonder. And one of the reasons for that was nobody expected me to do any good any more. I was supposedly done with wrestling. I couldn't cut it anymore, right? My days were behind me is what most people thought. But I defied the odds. I won two championship belts, including the highest belt one can win in the EWA, in 3 months. I proved that I can still go in the ring. Which is one of the reasons I'm out here tonight.

You see, my only objective for this whole Ronny Wonder thing was to prove to everyone that I am still the greatest and I have done that. And in the last week, I watched a man who I greatly respect, hang up the boots. I look around at all the new young talent here, and I have decided that perhaps its time for me to step aside as well. But Dirk, you say, you just got back, why are you leaving so soon? You all forget that I have been here for close to 6 months, on and off of course, but I was always hanging around. Even when I "retired" I was still here, kicking ass all over the place. But now its time, I've been the Global Champ, I've beaten the two-time Global Champ, I've beaten the "franchise" of the EWA, I've beaten the man who thought he was god. There isn't too much left for me here in the EWA.

I will not be one of those guys who falls down a tier to wrestle for a belt that is below me. I'm sorry, it sounds arrogent and prickish, but it’s the way I feel. I have just as much pride as any other man in the EWA, and I will not be put down to a lower standard. This is a point that every man must reach at some point in time in their career, and I have decided that it is now the best time to retire from the EWA.

The crowd, stunned watches in total silence as Dirk announces his retirement.

Now, it wouldn't be a true Dirk flash without a review, would it. But this is a special review, here I don't have to pull any punches. I don't have any allies to build up, no enemies to knock down. This is it boys, if you're in here, its because at some point in time, I thought you were worthy of my time. If you're not, keep working at it, maybe one day you'll be a champ. Either way, here you go fellas.

-T. Artful Dodger-Every single person in the EWA needs to send this man a message of thanks. He is the reason we still have an EWA. He was the one who saved it when it was going under. You guys couldn't ask for a better, more fair prez than this man right here.

-Wayne Rothchild-Just like Artful, there would be no EWA without Wayne. He puts so much work into this federation, with little thanks. Most people don't see the background work that goes into the EWA, but ask Wayne how easy it is to be a VP, he'll tell you how much work he does.

-Cyris-This man is truely EWA Global Champ material. Remember when he used to suck? I do, there has been a huge improvement in this guy. If he can do it, there is hope for all of you. Probably the most successful EWAer that has ever wrestled. Look for him in the future Alliance tournaments (if they ever get off their pathetic ass to have another one).

-Suicide King- I'm telling everyone right now, this guy is the future leader of the EWA. Nobody, and I mean nobody I've ever seen in my life can do a better job RPing when he's dedicated. If he can stay dedicated and motivated, he will be Global Champion. SK, you control your future here, you can do anything you want, but what do you want to do?

-Fang-He retired, and that is a shame. I have respected Fang, or Wild Horse, or whoever you want to call him for longer than most of you have known wrestling has existed. I decided that if Fang was leaving, it must be time for some of the other older guys to let the young ones have a shot at greatness.

-Tommy Grayson-I'll still call him the "franchise" of the EWA. Although Cyris is making a claim to that nickname. Grayson, I'm not sure what this latest angle is, but you're only a TV champ. Is that where you want to be after being in this fed for as long as you have?

-Irish Rebel-Canadian, Irish, Mexican, it doesn't matter, this man has one of the best turn arounds in wrestling history. Yes, even better than Cyris. For any of you who don't think you'll ever amount to anything, pattern yourself after Irish Rebel.

-Capital Punishment-I was never a big fan of Cappy, ever. He was too cocky, too arrogant, and he was the only person who laughed at his jokes. But before he left the EWA, he was a good wrestler. If he can get back where he once was, he could be a force to be reckoned with. Even if he is the only person who laughs at his jokes.

-Johnny Sledge-The most underrated wrestler in the EWA. Of course, like everyone else, consistency is a problem, but still, he gets no credit for how good he is. I'd put him up against anyone in the EWA and expect him to win.

-Drifter-Longevity is his specialty. No, he'll probably never be a champ, but he provides some good competition for guys on their way up.

-Dawgbone-2 months, a little bit of help, and this guy could be a TV champ. Consistency isn't the problem, it's length and substance of the RP. But a little work could solve that.

-Eli Flair-Where have you gone Eli. You looked so promising, then you disappeared. Or maybe I just haven't noticed you lately. You also could be the future of the EWA, but you have to be here for that to happen.

-Violent Dark-Oh man, one of my proudest moments in the EWA was when you earned that nickname chocolate. But you didn't quit. You took it in stride and came out a better wrestler. If you can stay with the EWA and stay consistent, you also have tremendous potential.

Of course, what review session wouldn't be complete without the great....

-Dean McGrath-You guys might, or might not know him, but when the EWA lost him, they lost one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. Hopefully, he'll be back, but if not, then all you new guys should feel cheated.

Well, that's it guys, I'm done, I'm out, I'm retired. Of course, I think I'm one of those guys who just can't seem to stay retired, but I'm going to try. I'll be hanging around the EWA for a while, just in case I feel the need to return again. But don't expect too much. I'm trying to make this one for real. The EWA is a great, fun fed. Don't any of you screw it up by not RPing, or

Dirk drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring. The crowd gives him a standing ovation that continues way after Dirk exits through the back. He eventually comes back out, gives a smile and wink, and it looks like his eyes are red with tears. Finally, the crowd settles down, and the PPV can go on.

VP Rothschild: "Unbelievable! Dirk announces his retirement yet again and this time there is no BS drug addiction story. Do you think that Dirk is going to be back or is he truly done this time?"

Cystal: "With Dirk, who know, but keep your eye out for any "masked fighters" in the future!"

VP Rothschild: [Laughs] "Good point Crystal, but I don't think we'll have time to debate that be cause we need to go on with the show. I do wish Dirk all the best in whatever he decides to do. Our first match is going to feature the man that continually searches for the killer of Lonewolf vs Dawgbone. Who do you expect to come out on top and do you think we will finally get the answer to the mystery of who killed Lonewolf?"

Crystal: "The real question is, does anyone other than Brown care anymore? To answer the first question, this is anyone's game. They both su- are equals in the ring!"

VP Rothschild: "Why don't we go down to the ring and find out who wins what could amount to not much but heck, we've got to start the show somewhere!"

"Murder Was the Case" by Snoop Doggy Dogg kicks in and blasts out over the P.A. system bringing a chorus of boos from the fans as Dawgbone makes his way out of the back. He casually makes his way down the aisle, only to get bombarded by trash and debree from the fans which completely enrages him. He begins screaming back and forth with a fan who's 3 times bigger than Dawgbone is. The fan even jumps over the safety rail and attacks Dawgbone! Security rushes out from the back and seperates the two of them, finally escorting the fan out of the arena in handcuffs and ushering Dawbone down to the ring.

"Bad Boys(them music from Cops)" by Inner Circle pumps out over the loudspeakers, bringing out the same reaction from the fans they gave Dawgbone. Dectective Dee Brown bursts from the back and runs full speed down the ailse and slides in under the ropes. The refferee holds Dawgone back as Brown whips off his brown trench coat and dectective hat and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle, thrusting his hands up into the air, only to get even more boos from the fans. Brown yells some obsenities towards the crowd before hopping down off the turnbuckle as the ref. signals for the bell.

Brown and Dawgbone lock up in a collar and elbow tie up in the middle of the ring, each one jockeying for position. Dawgbone get's Brown in a headlock and begins grinding down, nodding his head like he's already got the match won. Brown reverses it into a hammer lock, bringing forth a girlish scream of pain from Dawgbone. He begins moving and squirming around, desperately trying to get out of the hold, then suddenly brings his leg up behind him, nailing Brown with a low blow, who slumps to the mat in pain, holding his crotch area.

Dawgbone struts around for a few moments, quite pleased with himself, then walks over to Brown and kicks him in the head a few times, before dropping down and going right back to the head lock. He continues wrenching down on the hold as the ref asks Brown if he wants to give who get's a "FUCK YOU!" as a response. The crowd begins a booming chant of "BORING, BORING!" which seems to make Dawgbone even madder. He begins screaming at the ref to make the fans shut up as Brown slowly fights his way to his feet. He whips Dawgbone into the ropes and tries for a running clothesline, propelling himself off the ropes as Dawgbone ducks.

Both Dawgbone and Brown meet in the middle of the ring, knocking their heads together and knocking each other to the mat as the crowd switches their chant to "DUMBSHITS, DUMBSHITS!" The ref begins the 10 count.

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Dawgbone begins to stir...

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6...

Brown begins to stir...

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Dawbone's up...

Dawbone grabs Brown and pulls him to his feet, tossing him over the top rope, quickly following him to the outside. He grabs Brown and whips him hard into the ring post, then charges in at him with a head of steam. Brown just sort of slumps to the ground in pain, causing Dawgbone to slam face first into the post. Brown slowly pulls himself up and see's Dawgbone rolling around in pain, holding his face. He grabs a chair and casually walks back to Dawgbone, screaming at him to get up. When he doesn't respond, Brown wails on him with the chair over and over, screaming at him the whole time. He tosses the chair back into the ring and grabs Dawgbone, rolling him back inside. Brown slowly climbs in and digs into his tights, pulling out a pair of handcuffs, holding them up for the fans to see.

He stalks over to Dawgbone and slams the cuff's on his wrists, then drags him to the ropes and slaps the other end onto the top rope. Brown backs up and begins laughing as Dawgbone realizes what's happening and get's a look of fear on his face and struggles to get loose. Brown grabs the chair and swings at him, nailing Dawgbone in the back of the head. Brown backs up and charges at him with a head of steam, but Dawgbone ducks and pulls the top rope down, sending Brown hurling to the outside.

The ref. pulls a spare key out of his pocket and quickly un-cuffs the now furious Dawgbone. He rolls outside and grabs the chair Brown had and plasters it over his head as he slowly get's to his feet. Dawgbone grabs Brown and slams him head first into the guardrail, busting his head wide open. Blood is running everywhere, and the fans are loving it! Dawgbone throws Brown back into the ring and climbs the turnbuckles, coming off with a giant splash onto Brown. Here's the cover.

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3.....no! Brown kicked out!

Dawgbone can't beleive it. He jaws with the ref for a minute, then turns back and begins laying the boots to Brown. He picks Brown up and delivers a vicious piledriver. Dawgbone drags Brown to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. He charges in with a head of steam, but Brown moves out of the way again, and the gullible Dawgbone rams chest first into the top turnbuckle. He stumbles around holding his chest, and Brown scoops him over his shoulder and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. The Miranda Rights! Brown nailed Dawgbone with the Miranda Rights!

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3!

Winner: Dectetive Dee Brown via. Miranda Rights

Brown jumps up and begins jumping around, screaming and pumping his fists in the air, celebrating his win. Suddenly, out of nowhere, "Deadly" Daelin Ashland hits the ring, weilding a billy club. He stands there, waiting for Brown to turn around. Finally he swings, nailing Brown in the back of the head, busting him open again. Ashland begins spitting, swearing and kicking at Brown. He stomps down hard on his head and then drops down, nailing Brown across the throat with the billy club.

Daelin drags the bloodied, choking Dee Brown over towards the ropes and then climbs out onto the ring apron. Ashland springboards off the ropes into a 450 splash, AKA Deadly Destruction, his finisher. Daelin spits at Brown once more as "Walk" by Pantera kicks in and plays out over the multi-million dollar sound system. He climbs out of the ring and heads towards the back as EMT's rush out to attend to Brown.

Crystal: "Well, that was really bru-... that was har-... he gave him some dutch rub, huh?"

VP Rothschild: "Well said Crystal! I guess you are as big a fan of those Sally Struthers tapes as Riley and Artful are. Dee Brown gets a hard fought win over Dawgbone and it looks Brown makes a new enemy in the newcomer to the EWA "Deadly" Daelin Ashland."

Crystal: Oh, was Dawgbone in that match?

VP Rothschild: "Yeah. He's that guy that lost. Try to pay attention more. [mumbles] It's a good thing you have your looks!"

Crystal: "[smiles prettily] Well, judging from the size of the bulge in your pants, *Mr.* Rothschild, it's a good thing for you, too. Let's go to the next match, shall we?"

VP Rothschild: "I must be getting better. That's the first movement down there since my little "accident." Why don't we see which of our..umm..tag teams comes out on top while Crystal gives me some....uh...more "therapy!""

Crystal: "This is NOT in my contract, Rothschild!"

"Return of the Phantom Stranger" by Rob Zombie begins to play as Death Row members, Drifter and Pimp Daddy J make there way to the ring. The fans boo them loudly as they proceed down the aisle toward the ring. The chants of, "Death Row Sucks!" quickly start echoing through out the sold Super Dome crowd. The two make it to ring side, but do not go into the ring right away. They walk around to the timekeeper’s table, and Pimp Daddy J picks up a chair. Pimp Daddy J goes into the ring, but Drifter stays outside the ring. He looks under the ring and pulls out a broom. He takes the head of the broom off and goes into the ring himself with broomstick.

The music fades into "Judgement Day" by Method Man and the fans quiet down to see the entrance of Shawn Foster and Natural Born Killah, Natural Criminals. PDJ and Drifter set themselves for these two to make their way to the ring. But they don’t come out. The two members of Death Row are now beginning to wonder where they are. Two minutes go by and they still have not come out. The picture cuts to the back, and you find out why Natural Criminals did not come out, that’s because Partners in Krimez have jumped them in the locker room area. Foster and NBK are laid out and Itaki and Stanz start to make their way to the ring.

PiK come out from the back, and their music starts playing. Again another chorus of boos from the crowd. The are walking to the ring and the notice that PDJ and Drifter are armed. They try to grab chairs from the front row, but the fans at ringside will not let them take any chairs. After numerous attempts, they just give it up, and slowly make their way into the ring. The instant the two get into the ring DR takes a swing at PiK with their respective weapon, but PiK ducks under them. Drifter’s swing bounces the broomstick off of the turnbuckle pole, breaking it in half. Itaki, who ducked the chair swing of PDJ, dropkicks the chair into the face of PDJ and he falls through the ropes to the floor. Stanz is behind Drifter, after Drifter’s wild swing, and hooks him in a waist lock. He tries once for a belly to back suplex, but Drifter doesn’t go over. He’s tries a second time, and again no luck, but this time he got Drifter off of his feet. Itaki hops up on the second turnbuckle and calls for Stanz to try again. Stanz does, and Itaki gives Drifter a spinning heel kick. This takes Drifter over and he lands on the top of his back, right between the shoulder blades. Itaki sees PDJ starting to get up on the outside on the ring. PDJ is bleeding from the bridge of his nose, most likely from the chair to the head. Itaki backs up and performs a diving plancha over the top rope onto PDJ. PDJ and Itaki are on the floor, while Stanz is putting the boots to Drifter. Drifter starts getting up, as Stanz continues to kick and punch away at him. Drifter is back up, and is fighting back against Stanz. Itaki sees this and goes back into the ring and nails Drifter from behind. PiK are now double-teaming Drifter, while PDJ is still down on the floor.

"Judgement Day" by Method Man starts playing again, and out come Natural Criminals at a full run. They both slide into the and just start brawling with PiK. The four of them are just trying to kill each other, while Drifter just sits back and watches. This gives PDJ the time to finally get into the ring, and is now just standing there watching with Drifter. The two are pointing and laughing at the four men, rolling around on the mat flailing their arms around. Violent Dark is now making his way down to the ring…. He has PDJ’s Pimp Stick!!! He goes over and hands it to PDJ. VD now pulls Itaki out of the ring, and begins to pummel him. NC have backed PDJ in the corner, but PDJ is holding the, back with the Pimp Stick. Meanwhile Drifter is brawling with Stanz. Stanz takes a swing, but Drifter blocks it, and kicks Stanz in the gut. He hooks him and delivers the Social Outcast! But doesn’t make the pin. He goes over and catches Foster from behind, and hits the Social Outcast on him as well! NBK turns to Drifter, and that gives PDJ the chance… WHAM… he nails NBK in the back of the head with the Pimp Stick. There are bodies laid out all over the ring, and PDJ and Drifter look over to Stanz. The go over to him and Drifter puts him up on his shoulders while PDJ climbs the ropes. PDJ leaps and delivers a Pimp Slap onto Stanz. Stanz flips and lands right on the top of his head!!! Stanz begins holding his neck as Drifter makes the cover.

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Winners: Death Row via Super Bitch Slap

VP Rothschild: [big smile on his face] "He shoots! He scores! You can have that raise. Hell, you can have anything you want. I'll talk to payroll tomorrow. Oh...we're back. Great win by Death Row!"

Crystal: "God, I've never been so humiliated in all my life... I lost at Waste Paper basketball to a man in a wheelchair! What a win, what a day, Death Row is on top of the world..."

VP Rothschild: "Ummm...yeah...basketball, right! It's all in the hips baby! Any way, Death Row continues on it's roll in the tag division. They have got to be the odds on favorite right now to win the tag titles whenever I decide to hold the tournament!"

Crystal: "[shudders] Moving right along, we have the first of our title matches. [mutters] There's GOT to be a loophole in my contract SOMEWHERE..."

VP Rothschild: "Uh, honey, the next match is actually a street fight between two newcomers who have been very vocal and apparently have a long stadning fued from other federations. The next match is the debut of Da Playa vs. "Gangsta" Jimmy walker!"

Crystal: [eye twitches] "Just seeing if you're still on your toes."

VP Rothschild: "I wish I could be on my toes but that is another story. I've been pretty impressed with both of these newcomers. Who do you think will take the match?"

Crystal: "Well, Jimmy Walker is pretty well known, but I have to go with Da Playa.

VP Rothschild: "DYNOMITE! Let's get to the ring!"

Crystal: "Ugh.. I knew SOMEONE would use that tired old joke..."

VP Rothschild: "Had too. Let's see who wins."

Timothy Braddock : This will be a one fall match with a 30 minute time limit. making his way to the ring at this time.....

"Come Get Some " by Master P blares out over the audio system as the crowd sways from side to side....shouting out.." Make em' say Ughh ". Out steps Da Playa from the entrance and throws his hands up in the air and shouts out to the crowd, and gets a good response back .

Timothy Braddock: Making his way down the aisle....weighing in at 225 and standing at 6'1", he is from parts unknown...here is DA PLAYA!!!!!!!!!!

As Playa makes his way down the aisle, immediatley out runs Jimmy Walker and starts to beat on Playa with a chair behind the head...WHACK!!!!!!!!!!

Timothy Braddock: Um.............."Gangsta" JIMMY WALKER!!!!!! shit, I am outta here...

Walker continues to beat on Playa and then taunts him with some stylish walk and then comes back...WHACK!!!!. Playa is already busted open. Walker picks up Playa and places him over the guardrail and DROPS him on his throat.

Playa is rolling around and Walker just sits down now on the bent chair and watches Playa suffer. Walker grabs a beer from a fan and drinks it and points at the pain he has given. Playa get to his knees and crawls to Walker and Walker just laughs...Playa gets to Walker's feet and Walker just looks away and laughs and then...OOOOOOOOO.......Bites Walker in the groin!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!! Walker fall out of the chair and grabs his groin.

Playa slowly makes his way up, gasping for air and grabs the chair...WHACK!!!!, and again WHACK!!!!!!!, and again WHACK!!!!!!. Playa grabs Walker and drags him towards the ring and leaves him on the oustide. Playa rolls in the ring and rolls out the other side. He he grabs two tabels and drags them into the ring. He sets them up and then jumps back outside and whips Walker into the steps ..WHACK!!! and then tosses him in the ring. Playa turns his back and sets them into position. Walker is slowly getting up. Just as Playa turns around....Walker levels him with a lariat. Both men are down.

Walker gets up slowly and picks Playa up and DDT's him into the mat. Picks him up and again, and again. Playa is not moving. Walker gets up and placed Playa on the top ropes and climbs to the top and then sets Playa up for the Assault and Battery...OH MY ....he wont..on two tabels.....he lifts the smaller man.....SLAM!!!!!!! CRASH!!!!!!!, wood splinters fly everywhere as both men are not moving except for is convulsing. Walker moves the debris and goes for the pin.....

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2..................someone is coming to ringside....

3...NO the man pulls the ref out of the ring.

The man pulled the ref and Walker jumps to his feet. The man backs off and calls him out. Walker jumps out and and steps forward, as Playa slowly gets up and sees the action and drags himself out of the ring. Playa comes from behind and grabs Walker and DP DROP!!!!!!! inverted Brainbuster on the concrete. Da Playa throws a thumbs up to the masked man and turns his back and then the man takes his mask off...IT's THE TYRANT!!! he grabs the bent chair and WHACK over the head of Playa and again and again and then drops it on him and laughs and walks away. The referee sees this and calls for the bell.

Timothy Braddock: As a result of the action, this match is a NO CONTEST!!!

Winner: NO CONTEST!!!

Crystal: "Well, that was a shock..."

VP Rothschild: "What! You knew that the Tyrant would interfere in the match and cause it to be a no contest. Oooh, baby, you are good!"

Crystal: "Either that or it was in the script Artful left me..."

VP Rothschild: "Boy that Crystal, what a joker. [whispers to Crystal] What are you trying to do, get me in trouble. [normal tone] I'm sure that the feud between the Da Playa and Walker is far from over and now a new player enters the game. Next up we have the Cruiserweight title match. It should be one heck of a match!"

Crystal: "Yes, it should be, and boy, howdy do I want to get to that match now!"

VP Rothschild: "Ok. Your wish is my command. Let's go to the match."

Crystal: "Phew!"

The crowd, still exhilerated from the last match, rises to their feet as the opening strands of "Epic" by Faith No More resonate through the people. EVERY fan in the building cheers for the EWA Cruiserweight Champion, Johnny Sledge, as he comes to the ring, and more then a few are for his wife/manager, Jessica. He hits the ring and raises his arms in victory, because, hey, HE'S THE CHAMP!

"Epic" fades away, to be replaced by "The Launch" by Boston. Maverick hits the ring like a man possessed. He ignores the fans on his way to the ring, and doesn't wait for his name to be announced. He's anxious to get this one underway.

They circle each other... neither man willing to make the first move and possibly the first mistake. Their movements, however, are nearly frightening. They're both nearly the same size... they lock up, and nobody moves! A break... and they circle....

Another lockup, another break. They seem to be intent on 'feeling' each other out before going at it for real.

They lock up a third time.... NO! Sledge takes hold of Maverick's left arm, and twists it behind his back! Maverick reverses... Sledge.... Maverick reverses and hits Sledge with a HARD clothesline! Sledge gets up.. DROPKICK puts him back on the mat! The cover,

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2..........

NO! Sledge didn;t win that belt by being a pushover! Maverick picks him up... into the ropes, Duck-down by Sledge, off the other side... FLYING CLOTHESLINE! Maverick goes down hard, and he rolls to the outside!

The referee begins the count, but Maverick is back in pretty fast. He goes to lock up with Sledge again, and hits him with a knee to the midsection, followed by an abrupt meeting with the top turnbuckle! He brings Sledge in again... BLOCKED An elbow to Maverick's chest, and it's Maverick who hits the pad! And again!

Maverick rolls to the outside one more time... WHAT IS HE DOING? Sledge has ascended the turnbuckle... AND DIVES ONTO MAVERICK! OH MY GOD! Maverick hit his head on the back of the guardrail! He may be out cold!

Sledge picks Maverick up and sends him back to the ring! Is it time? He takes a few steps around him, positioning himself for the kill... THERE IT IS! He gives the signal, and the crowd GETS TO THEIR FEET! THE WRECKING BALL! Sledge goes for the cover,

1..........

2..........

3!!!!! Sledge got him! He retains the title!

Winner: Johnny Sledge via The Wrecking Ball

Crystal: "Sledge pulls a match out of his ass to keep his title by the skin of his teeth!"

VP Rothschild: "What match were you watching. Hard fought, yes, but I wouldn't say by the skin of his teeth. Blanchard did put one hell of a fight. I predict a promising future for "Maverick" but unfortunately today he goes home the loser."

Crystal: "I still say he barely won, honey... have a little more wine..."

VP Rothschild: [takes a sip] "You trying to get me drunk?"

Crystal: "Nooo, would I do that, honey? WHat's the next math, tall dark and permanently seated?"

VP Rothschild: "Oh, behave! I believe our next match is the Television Title match. Violent Dark takes his second shot at a title, taking on Tommy Grayson. Do you think Death Row may play a role in the match and there is always the possibility of Sledge interjecting himself into the match?"

Crystal: "Not only that, but with the reducton of Devastation Inc, they'll want to show they're still a stong presence here in the EWA.

VP Rothschild: "This match could turn into a battle royal for God's sake!"

Crystal: "And that would be just what the fans want to see!"

VP Rothschild: "Yeah and we always give the fans what they want to see. Why not be a team player and give the fans a little looksee!"

Crystal: "[Cheerfully] Because that woud be a breach of my contract and I could sue this company for all it's worth! On to the match!"

VP Rothschild: "Good idea!"

"Head Like A Hole" by Nine Inch Nails starts playing, and Violent Dark is greeted by the fans with a chorus of boos. He takes his time to get to the ring because the ring crew is setting up the barbed wire still. The ring crew just finishes up with the barbed wire when VD gets to the ring. He rolls into the ring and catches his back on the barbed wire, and it puts a few cuts on his back. He stands up, and takes off his T-shirt, you can see that his back is bleeding a bit. VD looks at the barbed wire, almost in awe while his music finishes up.

When Tommy Grayson’s music begins to play, a strange thing happens, the crowd begins to boo him. The EWA TV Champion comes out with his manager, Cindy Rossetti by his side. The boos do not seem to phase Grayson at all as he makes his way down to the ring. Rossetti is holding the belt over her shoulder, and Grayson just walks forward with no emotion on his face. When Grayson gets to the ring he slides right in barely missing the barbed wire. VD starts booting TG as he gets to his feet and the ref calls for the start of the match.

The two start of by trading lefts and rights, with neither man gaining the edge over the other. TG starts to stagger VD a bit, and takes the chance to try to throw him into the barbed wire. VD slides and blocks hitting the wire with his foot, but TG follows him and delivers an elbow drop to the head. He picks him VD up, and now tries to rub his head into the wire. VD block it, and starts punching TG in the gut. TG releases the hold, and takes a step back. VD regains his composure and charges at TG and turns him inside out with a clothesline. VD waits for TG to get up and hits him with another clothesline. VD picks up TG, only to slam him back down to the mat. TG is down on the mat, and VD takes his attention away from him and goes over and starts jawing with Rossetti. She makes sure to keep his attention while TG gets back to his feet. TG gets up, and grabs VD by the back of the mask and hits a vicious reverse DDT. TG makes the cover and the ref counts.

1…2…thrrrr… NO!!!!

VD gets a shoulder up just in time. TG picks him up and just drills him in the jaw with an uppercut. TG grabs VD and hooks him for a vertical suplex. He starts to lift him up but VD hops over the shoulder over TG. He hooks TG and crotches him on the top strand of barbed wire. TG yelps in agony as he falls back to the mat. VD puts his hands on his knees for a moment trying to catch a breather. He then realizes that TG isn’t getting up and dives onto him and makes the cover.

1…2…thrrrrrrrrrrre…..ALMOST!!!!

TG still seems to have some stuff left in him. VD tries to pick him up, but TG will barely move. VD lets TG go, and realizes that this is his chance to win the title, and calls for the Violent Vengeance. He gets TG up, hooks the arm… and hits it!!! VD is in shock and makes the cover.

1…2…thhhrrrrre…. HE KICKED OUT!!!!

VD is enraged. He was a fraction of a second away from being the TV Champ. He jumps right into the ref’s face and begins screaming at him. You can tell that frustration has set in on VD. VD is pushing the ref closer and closer to the ropes. TG has gotten to his feet! He slowly makes his way toward VD, and taps him on the shoulder. VD turns around and TG hits him with a standing drop kick. The ref dives out of the way, and VD goes through the barbed wire and through the timekeeper’s table!!! The other two members of Death Row run down to the ring and attack TG. The are pounding on him, when, Johnny Sledge comes running down to the ring. Sledge has a singapore cane in his hand, and slides into the ring which stops the beat down the DR is giving TG. Sledge quickly nails PDJ in the balls with the cane and he goes down. Drifter tries to hit Sledge, but he ducks and nails him a couple of times with the cane until he goes down again.

Cindy Rossetti comes into the ring and starts screaming at Sledge. Sledge turns away from her, and she grabs his arm. He turns and she slaps him. He drops the cane, picks her up and hits her with the Wrecking Ball!!! TG gets up, in the mean time, grabs the can and drills Sledge over the back of the head as he gets up. Sledge goes down, and TG turns to VD who is trying to get back into the ring. TG picks him up and hits him with… the Wrecking Ball!!! He makes the cover, and the ref, who is just in shock, makes the count.

1…2…3!!!!

Winner: Tommy Grayson via Wrecking Ball

Grayson picks up Cindy, and holds her in his arms. He spits on Sledge as he leaves the ring.

VP Rothschild: "What a slobberknocker! [turns towards Crystal] I always wanted to say that. [turns back towards the camera] Death Row gets involved and Sledge comes to Grayson's rescue but gets nailed by Grayson and then Grayson uses Sledge's finisher to beat Violent Dark. I just don't get it. Very confusing!"

Crystal: "Confusing, but... oddly exciting... is Grayson married?"

VP Rothschild: "I thought so and isn't his wife expecting? This Rosetti is bad news. I think she is leading Tommy in a bad direction."

Crystal: "Me too... away from me... Have some more whine, sweety, we have two more matches..."

VP Rothschild: "Umm...make that three more. It's not nice to try to take advantage of the handicapped. Our next match should prove equally exciting. Irish Rebel shocked everyone including himself when he won the North american title and then to top it off he joins the most ruthless group in wrestling today, Devastation, Inc. This match should be the biggest of his career. What are your thoughts on it?"

Crystal: "I hope it's fast. I have a headache."

VP Rothschild: "Stop drinking the wine so fast. I'm sure that Cyris will rear his ugly head in the match somewhere. Why don't we stop talking about it and find out."

Crystal: "Yesh, let's... has anyone told you that you're sexy when you... [whispers in his ear, then giggles]

VP Rothschild: "Not like that you haven't! Cut to the ring. Hurry!"

"No More Tears" by Ozzy Ozborne blares out of the speakers, and Eli Flair comes running down the aisleway, eyes intent on the ring. The crowd gives a nice pop to this up and coming superstar. As soon as he hits it and rolls in, "Fuck Off" by ICP replaces it, and the Can-.... the Ir-... Hell, that Rebel guy saunters down, holding his North American Title Belt over his head. He hands it to the time keeper, and rolls in the ring on the opposite side from Eli, but Eli charges and hits a huge clothesline!! The fans are going nuts, and the third person isn't even here yet! Eli is beating the smaller man senseless as "The Suck For Your Solution" blares out, and Suicide King races to the ring! The crowd is going absolutely nuts!! Or should I say Nutz? Suicide King rolls in and takes BOTH MEN DOWN with and amazing missile dropkick! King picks up flair and SLAMS him on the already hurt Rebel! Oh, that's GOTTA be painful! He lifts Eli off of Rebel and hits a series of chops! The crowd is loving every minute of it!! Rebel is shakily trying to get up, when King whips Flair into the Champ! Flair stands immediately and charges King, but I think Reb's out of it! Flair his a clothesline, but King pops right back up, and the two exchange punches! King is on FIRE! Flair whips him into the ropes and hits a clothesline, then goes for the cover, but doesn't even get the one count! Flair lifts King, and goes for a powerbomb, but King flips his feet over his head and lands on the floor! He clotheslines Flair hard! He lifts him up and whips him into the turnbuckle, then follows with a wicked shoulder to the back! Flair clutches at the small of his back, and King starts taking the boots to him hard! Flair is trying to get out of the corner... Suicide King hits a German suplex! He's going for the pin... 1... 2...

"Welcome To The Jungle" by Guns 'n' Roses blasts over the speaker, and Cyris and Capital Punishment come out from the back! Suicide King gets up and gets into a shouting match with Cyris, who's just grinning ear to ear. Capital Punishment moves away, leaving Cyris and Suicide King to fight, and comes up behind Flair with... it's the North American Title!! He slams it into the back of Flair's head, and Flair crashes down! Reb is just getting up, sees Flair down, and goes for the pin... the ref turns from trying to get Suicide King back in the match and counts 1... 2.... 3!!

WINNER: The whatever Rebel via a good stiff Belt

Suicide King sees this and starts cussing like a bad sailor at Cyris, screaming that it isn't over and storms back to the dressing rooms. Cappy and Cyris roll into the ring as officials pull Flair to the back and celebrate, then Reb puts a hand out to Capital. Capital takes it, and Reb points to the ceiling. Capital looks up and... WHAM! Reb just punched his stable mate in the throat! Cyris and Reb start beating Capital Punishment badly! When they finish, Capital is rolling on the ground, and Cyris asks for a mic.

Cyris: Well lookie here. It seems to me that I won the bet, hand it over Rebel..

Rebel hands over a five dollar bill and shakes Cyris' hand.

Cyris: Ya see here, I made a bet that I could get anyone in DI, even my worst enemy. I said from DAY ONE that CAPPY would do anything to be in DI and he repeatedly said no. SO where is he now, .......well besides on the ground, in DI. The same place where you said you wouldn't be. Well this was just to prove something. That ANYONE and I mean ANYONE would do anything to get into the best damn stable in the EWA. Crappy you were never DI material and never will be, but you will always remain a DI punching bag. Jokes on you Big Crap!!

Rebel and Cyris begin to laugh as the EMTs take Capital to the back when suddenly the lights go off. A strange white glow comes over the arena as an eerie hum is heard all throughout the arena. There is a bright flash and you see standing in an empty portion of the stands is the mysterious wrestler known simply as the Outlander. The strange sound stops and you can hear the chilling sound of Outlander's voice ring throughout the arena.

There is another bright Flash and after a few minutes the lights go on and Outlander is nowhere to be seen but hanging over the ring is a large cross with an effigy of Cyris nailed to it. Cyris and Rebel seeming slightly unnerved back out of the ring. There is a huge flash and then the cross erupts into flame.

VP Rothschild: "Holy pound cake! What a match! Capital Punishment helps Rebel get the win but then Cyris and Rebel turn on him and kick him out of DI and what the heck was Outlander doing here!"

Crystal: "It'sh a weird, twisted world... let me... shing about it... 'People... who hurt people... are the richest people... in the woooorrrrllld"

VP Rothschild: [yells over to a stage hand] "Can we get Crystal some coffee please!" [to normal] "That's okay, honey! We are almost through. Can you hold on for two more matches?"

Crystal: "I think so, but only if we [whispers in hs ear again]"

VP Rothschild: [blushes] "Later, you little minx! Right now we have to talk about the next match which is Fang taking on Capital Punishment. I wonder if Cappy will even be able to compete?"

Crystal: "Oooh, Big Cappy's going to be fine... [giggles] but he doesn't live up to his nickname...!"

VP Rothschild: "True, very true! I guess I'll just have to pick up his slack. Boy, I love this job. Well, anyway, I predict an ass kicking of epic proportions! What do you think?"

Crystal: "I don't know... I don't want my ass ki-.,... Oh, CAPPY.. yeah, I agree..."

VP Rothschild: "Hehehe..you get an ass spanking, but that's later, you naughty girl. Let's go watch the carnage!"

Crystal: "OK!"

"You Could be Mine" by Guns N Roses begins to play as Fang makes his way out of the entrance. He is not accompanied by Violet or Jamie or any of his usual companions. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, not really paying much attention to the fans. He climbs in the ring and stands in the corner stretching and limbering up.

The sounds of electricity buzzes through the arena as the light begin to flicker. The sound effects continue for a few moments but no one comes out. After a few more minutes Capital Punishment comes limping out of the back. There is a bandage around his head and it looks like his ribs and left shoulder is also taped. He continues to limb down to the ring and struggles to climb into the ring. He limps over to Fang and gets in his face.

Capital Punishment: I've been waiting for this chance to take down the great Fang. Last time you got lucky. This time, you're not getting off easy. Get ready for an ass beating.

Fang: What's the point of fighting you. You're already beat.

Fang turns his back on Capital and looks like he is about to leave the ring.

Capital Punishment: You make me sick! Don't turn your back on me! Maybe I should've challenged your little bitch Violet. At least she would have been a challenge!

Capital grabs Fang's arm, spins him around and spits in his face. Fang stands there for a second with a look of anger and hatred in his eyes. He unleashes a flurry of chops and thrusts to Capital's chest and then nails Capital in the midsection with a front kick that doubles him over. Fang throws himself into the ropes and comes back with a scissor kick that catches Capital on the back of the neck.

Fang picks up Capital and nails him with a Standing dropkick. Capital Struggles to his feet but is met by a thrust kick by Fang. Fang picks up Capital once again but this time for a tilt-a-whirl back breaker. Capital amazingly struggles to his feet and attempts a clothesline. Fang easily ducks the blow and grabs Capital in a rear waist lock and drops back for a German suplex. He holds on and rols through for a series of rolling German suplexes.

Capital's head bounces off the canvas with each successive suplex. Finally Fang releases the hold and picks up the leg of Capital and locks on the Lions Roar. The referee waists no time in checking on Capital Punishment and seeing that he is unconscious, quickly calls for the bell.

The referee raises Fang's arm and Fang asks for the microphone.

Fang: Ladies and Gentlemen... the events of the past few weeks have taught Violet and I a lesson... mainly that this is no place to try to keep a marriage, let alone a child... I've accepted a job in Kansas, and that's where Violet and I will be... We'll miss you all... but it's something we had to do. Good bye... good luck, and God Bless."

VP Rothschild: "Oh my! The agony! The pain! It's aweful!"

Crystal: "Oh, I didn't bite you that hard!"

VP Rothschild: "No! I liked that! I mean watching Cappy trying to wrestle! It really makes me sad. I think I need a hug!"

Crystal: "Awww... poor Wayney!" [hugs him] "Ooohh, coffee!!"

VP Rothschild: "Doh! So how bad do you think Riley is going to get his ass kicked tonight?"

Crystal: "Is he joining us later too? Fun!"

VP Rothschild: "Umm...No! I mean how bad do you think that Cyris is going to beat Richard Riley in this match coming up?"

Crystal: "Ooohh... pretty bad... probably slightly less than Fangbeat up Cappy..."

VP Rothschild: "Even so..He will probably be bed ridden for several days which is probably what I'll be after you get your hands on me. Let's go watch this blood bath while Crystal talks dirty to me some more!"

Crystal: "[puurrs]"

The camera pans around the Superdome and then settles on the steel cage as it begins to be lowered to the ring. Blue and red fireworks shoot from the top of the cage as it continues to lower. The cage reaches the ring and technicians begin to attach it to the ring posts. The camera pans around the ringside area and stops on a man sitting the front row near the aisle. The man is large and is casually dressed. He has a rather blank expression on his face.

"Welcome to the Jungle" begins to blare throughout the Superdome. A few moments pass by and Cyris, the two-time former Global Hardcore champion steps from the entrance. A loud chorus of boos begins to ring throughout the arena. White sparks shoot up from the entranceway, bathing Cyris in their glow. Cyris lets out a loud shout of Rage before slowly making his way to the ring.

He makes his way up the ring steps, buts stops and turns around. He walks down the ring steps and goes over to the area where the man that the camera focused on is sitting. Cyris begins jawing with the man and the man responds calmly. Cyris begins speaking a little more heatedly and the man stands up. The two men are in each others face and are exchanging words. Security comes over and leads Cyris towards the ring.

"Loser" by Beck begins to play over the loudspeakers. Cheers mixed with laughter can be heard as the EWA Global Hardcore Champion, Richard Riley walks from through the entrance way. He is wearing a black singlet that looks very baggy on him. The Global belt is strapped around his waist. As he begins to walk you can see that the title belt is fastened as tight as it can be and it appears to hang off of his hips. He continues walking and a loud boom of foreworks goes off and Riley jumps, startled from the sound. Richard Riley walks to the ring and stumbles slightly as he climbs the ring steps.

Cyris immediately starts towards Riley but the referee intercepts him and orders him into his corner as Timothy Braddock steps into the ring.

Timothy Braddock: Ladies and gentleman, this is the main event of the evening. This match will be for the EWA Global Hardcore champion ship and will be a no disqualification, no countout match. There will be submissions. The only way to win will be pt pin your opponents shoulders to the mat.

I would like to announce the challenger. He is a former two-time Global Hardcore champion and the current leader of Devastation, Inc. He stands 6' 11" and weighs in at over 300 pounds. He is the monster, the hardcore machine. He is Cyriiiiissssss!!

And now the current EWA Global Hardcore Champion. He stands in a 5' 9" and weighs in a slim and trim 180 pounds. He is known as the mouth of the EWA. He is the one and only Richard Rileeeeeeeeyyyy!!!!

Braddock steps from the cage as the referee locks the door and motions for the bell. Cyris immediately begins to stalk Riley. Riley backs into the corner and cowers as Cyris grabs him by the hair. The referee orders Cyris back. The referee steps between the two men and pushes Cyris back. Riley reaches into his tights as Cyris advances at him again. Riley throws what looks like a white powder in Cyris's face that appears to blind the big man.

Cyris attempts to clear his eyes as Riley climbs the turnbuckle. He leaps off and surprisingly nails Cyris in the face with a nasty looking enziguri kick that drops Cyris to the mat. Riley runs over and drops a leg across Cyris's throat. He drops to the mat and goes for a quick cover. The referee is just gets a one count before Cyris gets his shoulder up.

Cyris staggers to his feet. His eyes still do not appear to have completely cleared. Riley races into the rope and comes back with a dropkick that only manages to catch Cyris in the midsection that doubles the large man over. Riley nails Cyis across the back with a double axehandle with little effect.

Cyris swings wildly and Riley laces him with a chop. Riley appears to hurt his hand as Cyris pushes him down to the mat. Riley pulls something else out of his trunks as he scrambles to his feet. Riley nails Cyris with a punch to the face that surprisingly rocks the huge man. The camera pulls in tighter and you can see that Riley has a thick chain wracked around his fist.

He nails Cyris again in the face opening a small cut on his cheek. Riley attempts to whip Cyris into the ropes but the stronger man reverses it. Riley springs off the ropes and leaps at Cyris. Cyris catches him in a bear hug and squeezes. Riley lets out a yelp of pain as his body becomes constricted.

Riley is screaming in pain and looks to want to give up but the referee is yelling that there is no submission. Cyris continues to squeeze and Riley laces him with the chain wrapped fist. Cyris drops to his knee and releases his grip on Riley. Riley staggers to his face and wraps the chain around Cyris's throat. Cyris thrashes around wildly as his air supply is cut off.

The referee checks to see if Cyris can still continue. He raises Cyris's arm up. It drops….once…twice…..Cyris raises his arm up. Cyris begins to stagger to his feet and Riley hangs on for dear life. Cyris nails Riley in the gut with an elbow and then whips him towards the ropes.

Riley comes back and attempts a cross body block. Cyris catches him and then presses him over his head for a huge gorilla press. He slams Riley down who bounces off the mat and begins holding his back. Riley staggers to his feet and is met by a devastating clothesline by Cyris. Cyris picks up Riley by the hair and then sets him up for a powerbomb. Huge slam by Cyris. Cyris drops down for a cover.

1…..

2…..

Cyris pulls up Riley for more punishment.

Cyris wraps his arms around Riley's waist for what looks like another bear hug. He flies backwards for an overhead release suplex that sends Riley into the cage headfirst. Riley bounces off the cage and you can see that a cut has opened on his forehead. Riley is leaning on the ropes semi-conscious. Cyris grabs him for another gorilla slam and throws Riley clear across the ring. Riley hits the mat hard and slides into the far corner.

Cyris begins yelling out to the fans who respond with boos. A shower of cups hit the cage and beer and soda spray into the ring Cyris continues jawing with the fans. Suddenly someone hops over the ring railing and slides a short baseball bat into the ring. Cyris can't see who it is but as he runs back into the stands the camera gets close enough to see that it is a newcomer to the EWA, Roadkill!.

Cyris has not seen the events and riley staggers over and lays on top of the bat. Cyris finally turns around and goes to pick up Riley. He grabs Riley by the hair and begins to pull him up but Riley nails the contender with the baseball bat right in the crotch. Cyris doubles over and Riley nails him in the face with the end of the bat. Cyris slumps down onto the mat. Riley runs over to the corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle. Cyris staggers to his feet and Riley jumps off and nails Cyris over the head with the bat. The bat splinters as Cyris falls straight onto his back. Riley scrambles over for the cover.

1…….

2……

3…..No, Cyris just got his shoulder up.

Riley locks on a rear chinlock. Cyris seems beat but he begins to gather his strength. He slowly makes it up to one knee. He continues to struggle and he makes it up a little more. Riley jumps on Cyris's back. Riley is handing on with all he has but Cyris is no fully up to his feet. Cyris runs backwards and slams Riley into the corner. You can hear the air explode from Riley's lungs as Cyris falls forward.

Both men look tired and they both stand in the center of the ring. Cyris rocks riley with a short forearm and then whips him into the turnbuckle. Cyris runs at him and nails a huge splash but his momentum continues forward and he hits his head on the ring post. Cyris falls backwards and looks completely out of it. Riley staggers to the top rope and jumps of nailing a leg drop. He goes for a cover.

1….

2….

No, Cyris amazingly kicks out.

Riley pulls up Cyris with all his strength and whips him into the ropes. Riley ducks his head looking for a backdrop but Cyris nails him with a double axe handle. Cyris sets him up for what looks like his finisher. Yes. Her nails the Death Sentence. Cyris slumps over for the cover.

1……

2……….

Winner and New EWA Global Hardcore Champion: Cyris

Cyris staggers to his feet and raises his arm in the air. The referee recovers the belt from the time keeper and goes to hand it to Cyris but Riley grabs it. He calls for a microphone.

Richard Riley: (winded) You know Cyris, I never wanted to become champion. When Artful announced that I would have to wrestle you for the title, I thought it was just trying to get back at me because he knows I'm a better commentator that he is.

I never, ever thought I would win this title. I know I may have won it in a very unusual way and I'm sure there are plenty of wrestler and fans alike that never considered me a real champion. Heck, I never really considered myself a real champion. For a few shorts weeks I got to feel what it's like to be the champion and it's a time I'll never forget.

None of that matters now. You beat me fair and square but at least I know you'll be feeling the effects of this match tomorrow. I may hate you. I may despise you and everything you and Devastation, Inc. stand for but you are one of the best wrestlers I've ever seen. All I'm asking is that you defend this belt with honor and if some how or some way, VP Rothschild ever manages to negotiate a title vs. title match with the WC, there's nobody else I'd want representing us.

Riley hands the Global Hardcore belt to Cyris and raises his hand and then completely exhausted, slumps onto the mat. The crowd grudgingly gives a small amount of applause as Cyris climbs out of the cage.

Cyris climbs out of the ring and goes over to Timothy Braddock for a post match interview. Suicide king walks out of the back and heads directly towards Cyris. Cyris has his back turned and doesn't see SK advance. SK continues to advance towards the unsuspecting champion. The man that was sitting in the front row jumps over the railing and steps in front of SK.

The camera pans in and you can see that it's the WC World Champion, Dan "The Destroyer" Dehart. The two men are face to face and you can see that SK is yelling at Dehart to get out of his way. Dehart refuses to budge and the two men appear to be about to go at it when security comes down and separate them. Security pulls the two men away from each other and ushers them to the back.

Cyris watches the two men being lead away and starts to jog after them. He is about halfway down the aisle when another man jumps over the ring railing behind Cyris. The man has a chair and he nails Cyris in the head with it. Cyris slumbs down to the floor

Oh my God! It's Connor Chambers. Chambers is back and I guess he wants to make it clear that he is NOT with Devastation. Inc. He slams the chair over Cyris's back and then whacks him a few more times over the head with it before jamming the chair into the champ's throat. Chambers is trying to choke out Cyris with the chair. Cyis is helpless and Chambers continues his assault as security rushes out and pulls Chambers off. The camera switches back to the announcer's booth as security tries to restore order.

VP Rothschild: "Hehehehehe....stop that! Oh! we're back! Well Cyris becomes the first ever three time champion but not before taking some punishment from the very spunky Richard Riley. Riley did use every foreign object in the arena but what do you expect from an overweight commentator that has never done anything remotely athletic!"

Crystal: "Or Romantic... he was SUPPOSED to take me out, but he stood me up! ALL MEN HATE MEEEE!!! [wails]"

VP Rothschild: "No dear. I think you are quite, well, I can't really say it on TV but ummm..well....never mind. Getting back to the match, I wonder what Dan "The Destroyer", the WC world champion was doing here and then we got to see the return of Connor Chambers. He made it pretty clear that he is NOT a member of DI. I think Cyris is gonna have one hell of a time defending that belt!"

Crystal: "Yup! Fade to black, while I RAVISH this man on *hic* camera!"

VP Rothschild: "Woo hoo! This is Wayne Rothschild, signing off from a very exciting night of action in the EWA. For a very randy Crystal Laine, I wish you all a lovely December to Dismember!"

Crystal: "Anna HAPPY new year!"