September 25, 1998

Live from the sold out

EWA Arena in Rochester, NY

The camera begins to roll. The show opens in the front of the EWA arena. A white limousine pulls up to the front to the building. It stops, the drivers gets out and opens the back door. Out steps Kenneth Morlock, Daddy Desire, "Bomber" Billy Thompson and Scott Johnson. Timothy Braddock is standing outisde with a microphone.

Timothy Braddock: Mr. Morlock, what are you and the rest of your entourage doing here tonight? None of you are scheduled to wrestle.

Kenneth Morlock: We're just here to "watch" the great action that the EWA has to offer.

Morlock and the others continue walking into the arena and the camera changes to the inside of the arena. Fireworks are going off above the ring and the fans are cheering and chanting "E-W-A, E-W-A."

The camera changes to the announcer's booth

Chris Douglas: "Damn right, Richard. This just goes a step further in showing you that Devastation, Inc. is taking over. We've got the Global Hardcore champ, the N.A. champ, a Vice President, and now a commentator."

Richard Riley: "Well, we'll just see if you talk as well as you wrestle. I've seen how you wrestle and many of your interviews, so my expectations are very low. Anyway, what are your thoughts on tonight's show?"

Chris Douglas: "Well first of all, Rich...if you don't mind me calling you that. I don't see too much security around, so if I hear you talking to me like that again, I might just be forced to shove your head up your ass but, yes, definitely a good card tonight. We've got Chocolate in action, death matches, and that surprise main event but above all that, we've got members of Devastation, Inc. in action. Which makes this card pay-per-view caliber."

Richard Riley: "Actually I do mind. My friends call me Richard, so in that case you can call me Mr. Riley and I wouldn't make too many threats if I were you. President Aaron is just looking for any reason to get you and your little friends in DI. I think you also overestimate the talent and fan appeal of DI. If it weren't for VP Freeman, most of you guys would be selling popcorn and T-shirts in the lobby!"

Chris Douglas: "Well considering the fact that I run the most powerful force in all of wrestling, I'll call you Shawn Batchelor if I please. As for Aaron taking any action towards D.I., well he talks, but he knows that we're the ones providing his paycheck, and bringing in the money. As for fan appeal, hey, they can love us, or hate us. But we've got two-thirds of the titles in the EWA, and if anyone in D.I. is involved in that main event, we're gonna have 100%. And then, nobody will ever be able to stop us."

Richard Riley: "You run DI! It looks to me like you are really just Freeman's errand boy and I'm sure Cyris would have something to say about who the leader is and as for last week and DI winning those titles, I consider that a fluke. I'm sure both Cyris and Rothschild will lose those belts pretty quickly. I've just been told that we are ready for our first match up which will be Partners in Krimez versus Lasting Impression. Any thoughts on the match?"

Chris Douglas: "Well, had Chance not left, either of these teams would have fallen to Sweet Devastation. But, I haven't seen anything from either team, but I'm gonna say Partners in Krimez because I like the name. Other than that, no one cares. It just gives me some off-camera time to slap you around. Let's get to the match."

Richard Riley: "You touch me and Bobo will be paying you a visit. Let's see if Douglas' insightful analysis of the match comes true. Let's go down to the ring for our first match."

The Announcer Chip Johnson dressed in his very daper pink tux makes his way to the ring with mic in hand..........

Chip : Welcome ladies and gentlemen, this is a tag team action match with one fall. Lets introduce the competors........

The lights dim and " No Place To Hide " from KoRn is played throughout the arena.........the crowd throws out a array of boos ........

Chip: At a combined weight of 507lbs............here comes "E -Legal " Itaki, and "B-Ware" Stanz........they are "Partners in Krimez " !!!!!!!!!!!!

Itaki and Stanz come out and start whooping it up with 40's in hand. They make their way down and Stanz is immediatley hit with a hotdog, hold the mustard in the face and gets angered but security takes care of the problem as they make their way in the ring......the jump in the ring and do a little dance " PE " style and this makes the crowd hate them that much more as they heave objects in the ring and the Partners take cover.........

Chip : Please. Please fans...........we are professionals here......now if I may introduce their opponents......

The only music playing over the speakers is that of the EWA No Frills music which is just a mix of hardcore metal............

Chip : Coming in at weights unknown., here is Nigel Hayes and James Head, otherwise known as " Lasting Impression " !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The cameras zoom to the entrance and no one is there...........

Chip : Lasting Impression !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The cameras go back and still no one..........Partners in Krimez just sit in the corner wondering and waiting.........

Chip: Sorry ladies and gentlemen, We are sending someone back there right now to find out what is going on..............

The jumbo tron goes as we see Mike Timmons making there way to the back to the Lasting Impression dressing room as they have the janitor unlock the door. As we step inside we see that the dressing room is cleaned out and the only thing left is a note......

Timmons: O.K. Chip, we got a note that basically says that Lasting Impression will not be here tonight.........back to you Chip.........

Chip: O.K. , sorry guys it looks as if ya wont have a match here so it looks as if you have won.............

Winners : Partners in Krimez via No Show

Just as Johnson called Partners in Krimez the winners..........Itaki and Stanz get irrate and throw Johnson out of the ring, but not before signing him off with their finishing move............Stanz grabs the mic......

Stanz : Ya know what Itaki ??

Itaki : WHat Bro......

Stanz : I am sick of this crap, I wish there was some real talent here in the EWA.........so if there is any real talent here in the EWA, get ya punk ass out and step in the ring........

a couple if minutes pass and there is no one coming out at all.............

STanz : Just what I thought, nuttin but a bunch of suckas!!!!!!

behind them is some movement and the crowd becomes lively and we see two people make their way up to the ring from the rear............it's CYRIS and SUICIDE KING!!!!!!!! . Stanz and Itaki dont even see them..........the crowd is going nuts and start to chant D.I.!!!!!!!! D.I. !!!!!!!!!!!!! D.I. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stanz: Ya can all chant D.I. all ya want, but they aint shit, and they aint coming ..

Cyris and Suicide King are standing behind the men now and laugh and spin the men around and start to lay a beatdown on the men, much to the applause of the fans and they continue to beat them down...........while security runs out...Cyris picks the mic up and starts to talk..

Cyris: Maybe ya didnt hear last week. but D.I. is in charge here and we say who fights and when they fight and the fact is boys.............you two suck and are basically a waste of our time and the fans time. If ya think for a minute that ya stand a chance at being a force with me and Suicide King here ya are full of it............you are basically looking at the soon to be tag champs!!!!!!!!!!!!

With that the crowd erupts as " Welcome to the Jungle " By Guns N Roses blares out and Cyris and Suicide King make their way out of the arena......

Richard Riley: [snoring...] (Douglas nudges him) "Hey, I said not to touch me. Oh, the match is over, what happened?"

Chris Douglas: "Stupid bastard. I knew I was right. Partners in Krimez takes the win."

Richard Riley: (starts scribbling on a note pad) "Let me write that down. It's probably the only time you've been right in your life! I know Aaron is hardly paying me anything, so I would think he could book some better matches. At least the "Train" isn't wrestling tonight!"

Chris Douglas: "Are you kidding? The Train is one of the best damn athletes the EWA has ever seen. Why? Two words. Devastation Incorporated. Nothing else matters. Who's next?"

Richard Riley: "I'd really like to see your definition of "Best" and just remember that I run the show. You're only here because couldn't find anyone else on such short notice. Well, anyway our next match will be Jello Pudding Pop against some Eddie Van Halen reject. Any profound insight into this match Chris?"

Chris Douglas: "Give me a break. You know I'm here because Aaron wanted a boost in the ratings. As for the match, well, Choco has been on a slight winning streak, and Taylor hasn't been doing anything, so I'm pulling for Choco Puffs. But hopefully that fat guy with the bag over his head will show up again and end this pathetic excuse for action."

Richard Riley: "Let's see if Chris can keep up his streak of picking the winners, which I might add would surpass his longest winning streak as a wrestler. On to the next match.

"Jesus Built My Hot Rod" comes over the P.A., and out comes the "Bad Boy" Jeremy Taylor...don't wanna say that name around Jerry Michaels...he comes down, claps a few hands, then, as Aaron is undecided as to if the crowd is cheering or not, they all stand in lull silence, waiting for the next big thing.

"Head Like a Hole" blares over the arena now, and out comes VIOLENT DARK!!!...the crowd starts to chant "CHO-CO-LATE, CHO-CO-LATE" over and over, as he waves his fist about, making his way down...he jumps in, and IT'S ON!!!...Taylor immediately on the attack!!!...he pounds the pack of VD, nudging him into the corner...from there.

Tyalor whips VD to the opposite side, then running in with a clothesline attempt, but VD gets his knee up, and Jeremy falls back, as VD drives his head in with a bulldog...VD gets up slowly, clearing the few cobwebs he has, then goes to his own attack...he lifts Taylor up, whips him to the corner, then ducks down as Taylor leap frogs over, then as he comes back, VD hits a boot to the gut, then hits a knee lift, as Taylor falls back to the mat.

From there, VD goes to the top...Taylor rises slowly, but as he does, VD leaps, getting caught in a powerslam!!!...Taylor covers, but the ref only counts two before VD kicks out...Taylor gets up, waiting for VD to get up, as well...as he does, Taylor goes to the ropes, then leaps up, for a hurracanrana, but VD takes the momentum and he props Taylor onto the top turnbuckle......from there, VD lands a few shots to the gut of Taylor, then gets to the mid turnbuckle...from there, he hooks Taylor's arm over his head...it looks like a possible superplex, but instead, VD lets go, as Taylor drops to the outside, barely missing the steel steps!!!

VD dismounts the turnbuckle, and goes to the outside to accompany Taylor...VD grabs a chair, and as Taylor starts to get up, he knocks VD in the stomach, causing VD to double over, dropping the chair...Taylor grabs it, then props it up on the corners of the steel guard railing...he then takes another chair, and sits VD on it, propping his face onto the chair on the railing...from there, Taylor springboards onto the railing, then drops a guilltoine leg drop over VD's head, as he falls over, and did we see a tooth just fall out?

Taylor then throws him back in the ring, rolling in as well, and covering...the ref counts a two, and right as he is on the verge of three, VD kicks out with a bit to spare......Taylor senses victory, as he then sets VD in for a piledriver, but instead just sets VD onto the middle rope...it looks like the "Spike", as he takes VD up, but VD bridges off, as Taylor holds on, now below VD, as he twists around into a roll up, but VD kicks out...as taylor rises, he is quickly booted in the stomach, as Vd locks one arm in, and BAM,!!!...THE VIOLENT VEANGANCE!!!...VD covers, and the ref comes down three times, then signals for the bell!

Chris Douglas: [...has Riley in a side headlock] "Who's your daddy, huh? Who's your daddy? [looks up and releases the hold] Shit we're on. Well, I was right again. Chocolate takes the win."

Richard Riley: [Fixes his hair and starts yelling] "If you ever put your hand on me again, I'll have you signed in an anal probe match against Bobo, the ASP chimp. (Calms down) Unfortunately for you, you seem to be better at picking winners of wrestling matches then actually wrestling in them. Maybe you should retire from wrestling and become a bookie in Las Vegas. In any case another impressive win by VD.

Chris Douglas: [gets close up to Riley's ear] "One more crack about my talent and you'll be lying next to the corpse of LivKid. [pulls away] Speaking of Derek Davidson, when's his match with Drifter? I mean the guy's definitely D.I. material, and I wouldn't mind seeing old Dirt bag get his ass handed to him for the second week in a row."

Richard Riley: "My program format shows that the Davidson-Drifter match will take place at the start of our second hour. So you think Davidson is DI material. I'd have to agree considering I've been completely unimpressed by Davidson and his lack of talent, so I'm sure he'd be a perfect fit. How does it feel to be the leader of DI when two of your members who have only been here for six months or less are champions and you have yet to even come close to winning a title here?"

Chris Douglas: "Give me a damn break. I came in second place in the Extreme World Title tournament, and was in the last 4 or 5 in the Global title battle royal. But in due time, I'll get my gold, and all the little pipsqueaks, like you, Richie, are gonna see just how wrong you were."

Richard Riley: "What exactly did second place get you Chris other than becoming a permanent fixture up VP Freeman's ass. I just got a signal that we will now be switching to a public service announcement. Let's see what it is!"

The EWA-tron flashes on and you see in large lettering:

EVERY DAY HUNDREDS OF CHILDREN SUFFER FROM ABUSE, RAPE AND MOLESTATION IN OUR COUNTRY

The scene changes to a large bare room. A very fatherly man in his forties is standing in the room. He is wearing a pair of gray slacks, black shoes and a white collared shirt with a dark colored sweater over it. He looks very pleasant and has a warm smile on his face.

Man: Hello, ladies and gentleman. Tonight I would like to discuss a very serious matter that is afflicting the young in our country. Every year, thousands of innocent children suffer terrible treatment from family members, friends and strangers. Megan's Law was set up to help prevent these attacks from sexual predators. Unfortunately, it's not enough!

The screen then goes black and you see:

To order the "Jerry Michael's Butt Plug" over the phone, call 1-888-SAVE-ASS. All major credit cards will be accepted.

The EWA-Tron goes blank and then the camera switches back to the announcer's booth

Richard Riley: "Just how low will you guys sink? That was deplorable. You know how many wine bottles will be wasted now? Every parent in this country is probably raiding their liquor cabinets right now and sticking corks up their kids butts because of that stunt you guys just pulled. I have to call my wife and make sure she doesn't dump all the good hooch. I'm going to need some booze after tonight (picks up a phone and starts dialing)!"

Chris Douglas: "Hey, we call it like we see it and please, don't talk to me about booze right now. I'm just recovering from that vicious hangover I suffered a few days ago with D.I. I don't suppose you've ever fallen asleep in a toilet, have you?"

Richard Riley: [puts down the phone and begins laughing hysterically] "You know Chris, I've had plenty of nights where I've had my face IN the toilet, but I've never fallen asleep in one. I think that is kind of symbolic of your career; in the toilet! I hear we are ready for our next match, another DI douche bag takes on Higor Rosa!"

"Around the World" plays over the arena's P.A. system. The fans go crazy as Connor Chambrs walks out wearing a Devastation, Inc. shirt. The crowd has an overwhelming response to him. He struts down to the ring at a slow pace and goes in. Connor has a cocky look on his face.

The speakers go silent and "Come as You Are" by Nirvana plays. Higor "The Rebel" Rosa runs out to the ring and jumps in. He hits Connor Chambers with a clothesline. He picks him up and throws him into the ropes and hits him with a dropkick. Connor gets up and throws a punch at HR.

HR staggers and Connor grabs him and puts him in a headlock. He pulls him the ground and turns him around, hooks the legs, putting an arc in HR's back. HR powers out of it and drives a forearm into CC's back. HR picks up CC and whips him into the corner. He goes up and does a hurricarranna to CC. HR climbs to the top rope and executes a flying elbow drop. He picks up CC and whips him to the ropes and runs against the opposite side. They run at each other and do a double clothesline.

Both men lay on the mat for a second, but CC gets up and pulls HR outside of the ring. He puts HR up in a powerbomb position. He pulls him up and drops the powerbomb on the floor.

Suddenly, Daddy Desire runs out holding a steel chair covered in barbwire and wearing a t-shirt that says "NEW BREED". CC has his back turned and Daddy Desire slams the chair right onto the back of CC's head. Daddy pulls off his shirt and throws it onto CC's body. He tosses CC into the ring and runs back to the backstage.

HR gets up and goes into the ring. He picks up HR and sets up for the Confederate Crush, he lifts him up and drops him in it. He goes for the cover. 1....2....3....

Winner: Higor Rosa via interference from Daddy Desire and

The Confederate Crush

HR walks back to the backstage. Suddenly, Daddy Desire comes back out, this time accompanied by Scott Johnson, Billy Thompson, and Kenneth Morlock. They are all wearing New Breed shirts except for Daddy, who threw his on Connor Chambers. They go into the ring as Daddy picks up the shirt he threw on Connor. They start kicking Connor and Daddy chokes him with the shirt. Ken Morlock holds him up and Daddy puts the New Breed shirt onto Connor. The 4 men walk away from the ring and go back to the backstage.

Richard Riley: [laughing] "So much for the continued dominance of DI. Chambers gets his ass kicked again and it looks like you guys have some new competition. I predict that within a few months DI will be about as happening as the Riot Squad!"

Chris Douglas: "Well, we know Connor has been having tough times, lately. But it still took outside help from that dick Morlock. Hey, look what happened to I.R.O.N. It looks like the New Breed is on the same path."

Richard Riley: "I don't know! There's a big difference here. Morlock is an established superstar and Markov was just some big dork who likes to drink vodka and pet llamas with Dan George. I think you boys are in trouble!"

Chris Douglas: "Same damn thing was said when Death Row, the Imitators of Violence, and I.R.O.N. arose. You can talk now, but you'll see who really is the Real Deal!"

Richard Riley: "I wonder if you'll be talking so tough by the end of the show. I predict that Cyris will be dethroned and the "Train" will be derailed at the PPV. I think we are about ready for the next match. It is a loser gets murdered match. Any final comments Chris?"

Chris Douglas: "Well, just that I hope that all four of them bite the dust. And as for your harsh words at D.I., in a short period of time, you're gonna see just who is the greatest force in wrestling, hands down. New Breed, and EWA, get ready boys, because Devastation, will fall upon you all. Good night, and good riddance, Richie. [gives him two light slaps in the face, and leave the commentators table]

Richard Riley: [regains his composure and stares coldly at Douglas] "Thank god! He's finally out of here! Let's see who lives and who dies. Down to the ring."

"Body Rott" by Bones, Thugs and harmony begins to pump over the PA system of the EWA Arena. Atrevido, his brother Red Dragon and wife Sung Hi Lee all walk out to a slight reaction form the audience. They make their way down to the ring. Atrevido and Dragon appear confident, but you can see the worried look on Sung's face. She kisses her husband for possibly the last time and then leaves, trying to hold back tears.

"The South is Doing it Again" by Charlie Daniels begins to play as Dangerous Duke and Psycho Paul make their way out. Duke is waving a southern flag while Paul is holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels. They quickly run down to ringside to boos from the fans.

The match starts with Atrevido and Duke. Atrevido immediately runs at Duke and nails him with adropkick. Duke gets up and runs back at Atrevido but gets hit with an arm drag for his troubles. Atrevido nimbly runs over and follows up with an enzigurri that knocks Duke to the ground.

Atrevido quickly tags in Red Dragon. The two brothers whip Duke into the ropes and nail him with a dougle clothesline. They immediately run at the ropes in opposite directions and come back hitting tow vucious elbow drops.

Dragon picks up Duke and nails him with a European uppercut as Atrevido returns to his corner. Dragon sends Duke into the ropes and then hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Dragon grabs Duke and locks on a boston crab. Duke is screaming in pain but refusing to quit, knowing that it would

mean death.

Duke slowly powers out and is just able to make the tag to his partner Psycho Paul. Paul runs in and nails Dragon with a clothesline and then begins stomping on Dragon. Paul runs at the ropes and attempts a splash, but dragon raises his knees. Dragon locks on an arm bar and

drags Paul towards his corner and tags in Atrevido.

Atrevido jumps over the top rope and unleaches a flurry of kicks and chops that drop the bigger man down to the canvas. Atrevido quickly climbs the ropes and nails a back sping elbow right to Psycho's chest. He drops down for the cover....1....2.....Paul kicks out.

Atrevido puts Paul in a headlock, climbs up the turnbuckle and jumps off nailing a devastating bulldog. Atrevdio tags Dragon back in. Dragon springs over the top rope, hitting a somersault legdrop. Dragon and Atrevido lift up Paul and hit a gut buster.

Duke runs in trying to interfere but is met by a double dropkick. Atrevido the nails Duke with a spin kick that knocks him out of the ring.

The two brothers look completely focused. Dragon picks up Paul and nail a gut wrench suplex as Atrevido climbs the near turnbuckle. Atrevido signals for his finisher, the shooting star press. He is about to jump when he sees Chris Douglas and Suicide King slowly walking down the aisle towards the ring.

Dragon notices the two men and drops off the apron and begins to walk towards the DI members. The referee climbs out of the ring and gets between Dragon and Douglas while SK stands to the side laughing at Dragon with a "you fell for it look" on his face. Dragon continues to try to get at Douglas, but the referee holds him back.

Suddenly, the "Train" jumps over the ring railing and climbs up on the ring apron, holding the NAC belt in his hand. He pulls Atrevido's leg causing him to land on the top turnbuckle. Atrevido writhes in pain and is then nailed over the head by the "Train" with the NAC belt. The "Train" mounts the middle turnbuckle, throws Atrevido over his shoulder and jumps off, nailing the "Train Wreck!" He then pulls Psycho Paul on top of Atrevido and exits the ring.

The Referee turns around and sees Paul covering Atrevido and runs back to the ring. Dragon starts to run back to try to break up the count, but he is intercepted by the "Train" as the referee starts to count....1.....2........3

Announcer: The winners of the match, Dangerous Duke and Psycho Paul, Southern Pride. As per the stipulations, Atrevido and Red Dragon must forfeit their lives.

The "Train" jumps into the ring, grabs the microphone from the announcer and he is joined in the ring by Douglas and SK. SK grabs Atrevido and Douglas holds Red Dragon.

Bobo comes running out wearing his usual backpack full of death. The fans go wild for the extremely popular chimp. He jumps in the ring and begins hopping up and down in excitement.

The Train: Sorry, monkey boy but you don't get to have the fun of killing these two pathetic excuses tonight. Let me bring him out, the one, the only the, the EWA Extreme Champion and best Vice President there is, "The Extreme Dream" JD Freeeeeman.

"Bone Crusher" By Soul Hat starts to blast throughout the arena as JD Freeman walks out. He is carrying a long, thin, black case. He stops just outside the entrance as Cyris emerges from the entrance. As he comes out, you can see that he holding someone's hand and is dragging that person out of the entrance with him. It is Sung Hi Lee, Atrevido's wife. She is visibly crying and seems incredibly distraught.

Atrevido sees this and starts to struggle but Suicide King just tightens his grip. JD and Cyris continue walking, Cyris practically dragging Sung Hi Lee behind him. They get to the ring and climb in. JD places the black case in the corner and grabs another microphone while Cyris holds Sung Hi Lee tightly.

JD: How's everyone doing tonight? I know you are just sooooooo happy to see us out here.

The crowd begins to boo loudly.

JD: In life, every action has a consequence and in the EWA the price for utter failure means death. As an EWA executive, I'm here to make sure that the match stipulations are carried out properly. I know many of you were hoping for a fine display from our fine simian friend, but that won't happen tonight.

The crowd begins to boo even louder and Bobo seems to be getting upset. The two members of Southern Pride begin to leave the ring but the "Train" grabs Dangerous Duke's arm and pulls him back into the ring.

The Train: Don't you boys go anywhere. We've got a surprise for you too.

JD: That's right. Just like we punish losers, we also reward winners, so you boys just sit tight and wait while we take care of these LOSERS over here.

Two nooses lower from the rafters, stopping just in front of Atrevido and Dragon. SK places a noose around Dragon's neck and Douglas does the same with Atrevido. JD gives a sign and the nooses yank up lifting Atrevido and Dragon off the ground, their toes just scraping the ground.

The two men begin struggling for their lives. You can hear the sounds of them gasping for breath. Sung Hi Lee begins to shriek as she sees her husband and brother in law's lives begin to leave their bodies.

JD casually walks over to the corner and picks up the case. He opens in and pulls out a beautiful, ornate Katana. He walks over to where Atrevido and Dragon and unsheathes the sword. You can see the two men's eyes bulge as they struggle for breath.

JD: I think you know boys, remember this. It belonged to your father. It's funny that this is how you get to die!

JD quickly slams the sword through Red Dragon's chest. The sword comes out the back and blood sprays all over. Dragon twitches a little before going limp. JD pulls the sword out and wipes the blood off on Dragon's clothing.

JD takes a step over to Atrevido and with one quick snap of his wrist decapitates the man. Atrevido's headless body falls to the ground and blood begins to pool on the mat. Atrevido's wife is crying hysterically and runs over and cradles her husband's lifeless body.

By now, Bobo is incensed. He begins jumping up and down and starts making a lot of noise. JD walks over to Bobo holding the Katana in front of him. JD drops the sword.

JD: Poor little Bobo! He got deprived of his favorite pass time. What ever are we going to do? Why don't you (points at Bob) go run to the back so you and your "master" can spend the rest of the show picking fleas off of each other.

Bobo begins babbling incoherently (not that you could understand him under normal circumstances). JD slaps him hard across the mouth two times. Bobo now has a very sad look on his face. He turns around and runs to the back in search of his VP Artful.

Southern Pride is standing in the corner of the ring completely pale and unsure of exactly what it going to happen to them. JD walks over and pats Dangerous Duke on the shoulder.

JD: Everyone just saw what happens to losers here (turns back towards Southern Pride). Relax, boys. I did say we also reward winners, so we (point to all the members of DI in the ring) have a present. Let's just bring it right out.

Connor Chambers comes out of the back, carrying a large barrel over his shoulder. He reaches the ring and rolls the barrel under the bottom ring rope. The "Train" picks up the barrel and places it on a chair. Chambers, meanwhile produces two large beer mugs and climbs into the ring. He goes over and to the barrel and fills up both mugs.

JD: Hears your "present." The best Kentucky moonshine there is, so drink up.

Chambers hands a mug to each of Southern Pride. Their eyes light up and they both down the drink in record time.

JD: Don't be shy! Go ahead, help yourselves.

Duke and Paul walk over to the barrel and refill their glasses. They both drain their glasses and refill them a third time.

JD: Ummmm. Yummy, but you boys don't look so good. I think maybe you drank too much.

Paul and Duke both drop their glasses and begin to stagger about. Both men begin to shake violently and then a white foam begins to froth from their mouths. The staking continues for a minute and then both men collapse, apparently dead.

JD: [with an evil smile on his face] "Train", did you accidentally put poison in there.

Train: [shrugs his shoulders] "Oops!"

All the members of DI begin laughing hysterically.

JD: Did you boys think you were winners? We're the winners and the present was getting to watch you suckers die. Hahahahahahah! Come on men, let's get out of here.

JD and the rest of DI leave the ring to loud boos as EMTs come to the ring with four body bags.

Winners: JD Freeman and DI via Some Sick and Twisted Shit

Richard Riley: "Are we back? Shit! I'm all by my self! They don't pay me enough for this. Actually they don't pay me at all(President Aaron talks into the booth and puts on a headset). I'm glad you finally made it boss. What's up (he picks up a can of Lysol and begins spraying it all over)"

Aaron: "What the hell smells in here? What did you have some chili in here or something earlier?"

Richard Riley: "I'm just trying to get the stink that Douglas left with all his DI bullshit. I wish you heard all the crap he was spewing. DI this and DI that. Can you believe the shit Freeman just pulled?"

Aaron: "Well, Mr. Foreskin will get what's coming to him eventually, his little power trips are gonna come to a halt when he doesn't expect it."

Richard Riley: "I hope so. Those DI goons are out of control. I'm glad you're here now and not one of those DI bastards. You may abuse me but at least it's coming from you, the guy that is running this place and not some egomaniac scum bag!"

Aaron: "So, who's up next Dick??"

Richard Riley: "I believe that would be the debut match for "Devilchild" Derek Davidson. He will be facing Drifter."

Aaron: "Oh great, I signed another guy with devil in his name. Well, this should be a eye popping match.[snickers evily]. Hey Penis, is there any hot chicks around here that I could take home?"

Richard Riley: "Unfortunately no unless you consider Douglas who just left. He is a big pussy after all. I guess it's time to get back to the action"

The camera pans around the arena here in Rochester, NY.... at the EWA arena and the fans begin chanting IOV....... IOV....... IOV....... very loudly and the DI.... fans begins to counter with adding Sucks after IOV. The lights begin to dim and the thousands of screaming EWA fans begin to pack at the steel fence and over the PA.

"Murder, Murder, Murder" by Twiztid begins to blare and out of the entranceway steps Derek Davidson. The announcer at ringside begins.......

Announcer - "Making his way to the ring at this time and weighing in at an impressive 241 pounds. A new member to the ranks of the EWA, and one of the most up and coming Superstars to have come into the fed as of late.... The man that weilds the deadly Devil Driver..... The "DevilChild" ......... Derek Davidson."

DD raises his arms and waives to the crowd with a Devilish grin on his face as if he has something planned. He walks down to ringside and grabs the mic out of the announcers hand and begins.

Derek Davidson - "Hey Drifter I got a treat for ya come on out you have to see it....... hurry up and get your smelly, homless Carcass out here!!!!!"

Suddenly over the PA "Riders on the Storm" by The Doors begins to play loudly over the PA and Drifter walks out with a chair in hand....... He stops just at the top of the entrance way as flames and pyro begin to spray in all directions!!!! Derek Davidson continues...

Derek Davidson - "Well I see you decided to drag you cowardly ass out here for me to make an example of in my first match here in the EWA. Well since I am new to the fed I am the giving type of guy.... I decided I would go out of my way and get you something nice.... Consider it a GOODWILL GESTER hehehehehe.....Take a look behind you Drifter..."

Drifter spins round extremely irritated and looks up.... Just above him on the huge Titan Tron the camera clicks on Live... It appears the camera is filming just behind the arena in the far alley. The camera quickly floats don the alley and standing there appears to be.... Miss Michelle. With a mic in hand she begins.....

Miss Michelle - "Hey Drifter, well Derek asked for me to be the person to reveal your special gift so without any further waiting..... "

She points down and it is a big UPS BOX, actually it is two big UPS BOXES taped together....... there is a small pot in the back BOX for a restroom!!!

Derek Davidson - See Drifter I care about people.... See Drifter, I have a heart. I bought you a new home!"

Suddenly Derek standing outside the ring begins to point Drifter's way, and begins laughing hysterically...... Drifter extremely pissed off dashes down to ringside with the chair still in hand....Drifter reaches the ring and cracks the chair back as he is a few steps away from DD, and WHAMMMMMMMM!!! slams the chair upside of DD's head busting him open and sending him down hard to the concrete.

Drifter pulls back and smacks him in the back a few more times with the chair leaving Dark Red welts on the back of DD. DD is rolling around on the concrete in pain... Drifter quickly capitalizes and grabs DD by the neck and picks him up and chucks him under the bottom rope......Drifter quickly rolls under the bottom rope and hops on DD....1............... no DD kicks out and slowly begins to get to his knees.

Drifter attempts to go for a running knee lift and it is countered by DD stepping back and arm sweeping him at the legs sending Drifter on his head. DD is at his feet now, blood trinkling down his back, also still a bit stunned!!! Drifter quickly runs at him again trying a clothesline and it is countered with an Arm-drag-takeover. DD quickly puts him in an arm bar. Drifter's arm is on the verge of snapping yelps as he grabs a hold of the ropes and the referee calls for the break.

DD angrily drops the hold and glare at the referree. The two men lock up once again and Drifter gets the upper hand quickly by sending a hard kick to DD gut........Drifter yells out "I am going to kill you Ass-hole!!!!" Drifter then quickly grabs DD and Whammmm hits him hard with a pomb-bomb in the center of the ring. What is this?? Drifter picks up the half unconscious DD still in the Powerbomb stance and he steps back and few feet and OHHHHHHHHH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!

Drifter hits him with a Running Powerbomb. DD hits the mat awkward and doesn't appear to be moving.... Drifter stands up and begins to signal to DD that he can go fuck himself!!!!! DD still out is picked up by his neck and Drifter raises his hand to the crowd and signals.... He pushes DD out a bit and pulls him into what looks like a setup to the piledriver... What is this??? he double underhooks his arms.... fans he is going for the Highway Robbery. DD quickly realizes he is in trouble but it is too late... Drifter hops up in the air and Whammmmmmmmmmmmm!!!! He hits DD with it!!!!!!!

The crowd is going nuts and Drifter can't beleive he hit the move????? Drifter stands up a little shaken and realizes he has to go for the pin... he hops on DD and the referree begins to count................... The fans begin to yell along with the Referree 1.........................................

2........................................3........................................NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

DD kicks out !!!!! DD kicks out !!!!! Ohhh my God he kicked out of the Highway Robbery!!!!! I can't beleive it..... Drifter can't beleive it either... Drifter covers him up again... this time hooking the leg.......The referree hits the count again.....1...........................................

2.................................................................DD turns sideways quickly and breaks the count.

Drifter stands up kicking the ropes and can't beleive this guy took that kind of beating and is still moving. Quickly Drifter picks DD off the mat and gets him in the position again for a 2nd Highway Robbery and DD back body drops Drifter onto his back!!! DD falls to his knees still feeling the effects of the Highway Robbery.... The crowd begins to chant "Devil, Devil, devil... as Devil get to his feet...... Both me reach there feet at the same time and DD hits drifter with a blast of a forearm busting open the almost healed cut under his eye from last week.. Blood is pouring down Drifter's face..

DD seeing the opportunity picks Drifter off of the mat and spins him hard into the turnbuckle. As Drifter hit there is a hard thud and he hits the turnbuckle with such force the ring begins to shake and it flips him completely off of his feet and down to the mat. DD walks over and signal to the crowd!!! He yells out..."Example Time!!!!!!!!!" and he scoops drifter up on his shoulder and climbs to the 2nd rope..... Drifter regains some consciousness and begins to squirm.........

DD bends down and flips Drifter over his head and hits him with a top rope Body Slam.... A loud pop is hear throughout the arena and Drifter may have broken his arm on that tumble. DD still on the 2nd rope bends down and picks Drifter off the mat who is bent over and he hits him in a double underhook...... Drifter who stand 6"10 is out and DD lifts up and WHACKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! He hits Drifter with the Devil Driver off the second rope.

Drifter face is covered in blood as his face repels off the mat.................DD quickly hops on him and hooks the leg..........1.........................................................................................................

2.....................................................................................................................3.............................................................................ding, ding, ding

Winner: Derek Davidson via Devil Driver off the second rope!!!!!

Drifter slowly picks himself up and exits the ring. He begins walking back to the locker room area. He reaches the entrance, but suddenly someone comes flying of the entranceway and nails Drifter over the head with a chair. Drifter crumbles to the mat as the "Train" rears back and cracks drifter once more with the chair.

The "Train" picks up Drifter's limp body and puts him in a front face lock. The "Train" drops down and nails Drifter with a DDT onto the concrete as security rushes out and pulls the "Train" away. The fans boo loudly as the "Train" is pulled back through the entranceway.

Aaron: "Boy, I hope Drifter takes care of that cardboard box that Derek gave to him. That was real nice of Derek."

Richard Riley: "You know Aaron, what one man calls garbage, another call's home. Too bad those refrigerator boxes don't come with showers. You see where I put that can of Lysol. I think the smell is drifting up here, but maybe that is just the stench the "Train" left from his oh-so brave actions again!"

Aaron: "Well since DI is up next I'm sure the smell is emanating from behind the curtain."

Richard Riley: "Actually I just got word that Dirk Ryan is here and he has requested some air time. I wonder what he has to say?"

Aaron: "Oh cool, I knew my friend dirk is supposed to be here, we talked earlier today and it's a bigee, without further ado lets get to the ring for Mr. Ryan."

The lights go down for a second, the crowd grows quiet, wondering what the hell is going on. All of a sudden, a spotlight is shown onto the ring entrance area. A man walks from the area, wearing an expensive looking suit, and sunglasses. As he steps down onto the walkway to the ring, fireworks explode around him.

"More Human than Human" fires up on to the speakers. A loud pop erupts from the crowd as they realize its Dirk Ryan, who has finally decided to show up at one of these shows and there is a significance in the noise level now. The cheer is nothing compared to what Dirk used to receive, but he strolls down to the ringside anyway. A big, although forced looking smile on his face. He climbs through the ropes, removes his sunglasses, and picks up a microphone, which was thrown into the ring.

Dirk Ryan: "Wow, what a reception for a guy who should be dead. That's right, guys, but I'm not dead, yet. Of course, for all the times I've been around since I joined the EWA, I could be dead. Well, this is the night it all ends. You all have been yelling at me for so long, and this is the night. Yup, for anyone left in the back who remembers who I am, this will be my final apperance on a show on the wrestling roster. I am here, to announce my retirement from professional wrestling.

Things aren't going to be sentimental, and if any of you shed a tear over me, you should be beaten to a bloody pulp. But I figured before I hang up the boots, I owed you all an explanation, and an apology. You see, about the time the SEWF ended, or was stopped, that one time, I was introduced into some things that I never should have started. People, if you ever make it big, if you ever sign that big ass contract, make sure there are people around you who can look out for you.

I was given Coke at a party one night, and I ain't talking cola here. Yeah folks, since that night, I've been snorting up on a nightly basis. Kids, it wasn't until about 2 weeks ago that an old friend of mine beat some sense into me, and made me realize what I was doing to myself.

During these past two weeks, I've been doing nothing but watching tape of myself. Of the way I was, and of the way I am now. It made me sick to my damn stomach. It was then that I knew my time up here in the squared circle was over. So no big long good bye matches, no big VP positions, just hasta luago. I'm going home, getting some help. So to every one who remembers me from the days of old, remember the SEWF, remember the DECWF, but not the EWA. Please forget about Dirk Ryan ever existed in the EWA.

No, I'm not going to go through a list of all you who meant so much to me, because for the most part, none of you ever really got into anything with me. However, there are always exceptions to the rule. Dean "The Machine" McGrath. Tha' Deaner. FMC. Whatever you go by, you always be Dean to me. I know you always wanted to mix it up again. You always wanted that one last shot at me to even the score. Well, there was no way I was going to wrestle you again.

I'm going to retire 1-0 against the great Dean McGrath. You'd beat my ass today, and I'm going to let that happen. Dean, you're a hell of a wrestler, and you deserve another, a true, title reign. Everyone else, there will be no reviews, nobody really ever read them anyway. Goodnight folks. Oh yeah, and stay away from anyone who says, "this will make you feel great. Just give it a try."

Dirk drops the microphone, goes up to the ringside camera, gives one big ass smile, and a huge wink. He throws the sunglasses back on, and walks to the back to a standing ovation. The curtain closes behind him, and Dirk is gone.

Aaron: "I know a lot of people didn't like him, but he is a friend of mine and I hope he goes on with his life with nothing but good expectations, so everyone else can SUCK ON IT!!"

Richard Riley: "Wow! What a bombshell. Not only does Dirk announce his retirement, but also that he has been addicted to blow. At least he fessed up like a real man. A superstar of his caliber will be sorely missed. I too wish him the best in any of his future endeavors. Speaking of being a man, the next match will be Sledge and Jerry vs. Dean McGrath and some member of Da Idiots, so unfortunately there will be no men competing "

Aaron: "Maybe, if Jerry has his fingers out of that little boy in the wheelchair at ringside, he might be a factor in this match."

Richard Riley: "I'm surprised that Sledge is willing to tag up with him. I'd be afraid to turn my back on him. Who do you think the mystery partner will be?"

Aaron: "Unfortunately, I know its someone from DI. What I don't know if it's that Cry Baby king or that "Little Engine that Couldn't Do Shit"."

Richard Riley: "Either way, I'm sure whoever it is, is going to get their ass kicked or we can only hope. Why don't we just find out. I hear the cage is ready to be lowered. Let's go to the ring!"

Aaron: "OK, Dick, I'm outta here also as I must get ready for the big announcement t the main event after this match up."

The crowd is on its feet awaiting the start of the pre-main event. The cage is slowly lowered, then stops about ten feet above the ring, allowing the wrestlers to enter.

"Dead Bodies Everywhere" by Korn blares from the speakers and Jerry Michaels walks down the entrywaywith a triumphant look on his face, until the fans start chanting, "Per-vert, per-vert." Jerry looks around and starts screaming to the fans to shut up. He finally throws his arms up in the air and stalks angrily to the ring. He steps through the ropes as "Epic" by Faith No More is heard, and Johnny Sledge runs to the ring slapping hands with the IoV fans. He starts getting in, but shakes his finger. He goes out and grabs a steel chair, then goes up to the ring.

He slides in and pats Jerry on the back, comforting him from the pain the fans are causing him as "The Sound of Free Speech" is heard, and the crowd lets out a deafening pop and Dean McGrath walks to the ring. He stops about halfway down the entryway and motions towards the entryway as a loud "Choo-Choo" is heard, followed by Rage Against the Machine's "Bulls on Parade." The crowd jumps up as the Train walks arrogantly to the ring with the N.A. strap held high above his head. He walks up to McGrath, they shake hands, and walk to the ring. Train enters first and shakes his belt in Sledge's face. McGrath enters warily, trying to avoid getting within ten feet of Michaels.

The cage starts being lowered. Sledge looks up at it, allowing Train to charge at him and tackle him down and knocking the chair from his hands. Train and JS start rolling around on the ground as Michaels walks towards McGrath. JM grabs for DM, who shrinks into a corner. JM laughs, and DM jumps up and rakes JM in the eyes, and hits a sidewalk slam.

Meanwhile, Sledge jumps off of Train and allows him to stand up. They tie up and JS immediately hits a Northern Lights Suplex. He goes to the top rope and comes off with a splash, for a 2 count.

At the same time, DM Irish whips JM, and hits a Thesz press, then starts pounding on JM's face, drawing small spurts of blood from his face and nose.

Train stands up and once again charges at JS, but JS picks the chair up and swings blindly, hitting Train squarely in the face and knocking him back. He grabs Train's legs and locks him in a high Boston crab.

McGrath now grabs JM's head, and is repeatedly bashing it into the cage. He wraps his arms around JM's waist and hits a German suplex into a bridge! 1, 2, no. DM picks JM up and hits him with a Shoulderbreaker!

Sledge finally releases the hold on Train, and gets the steel chair. He tosses it at Train and dropkicks it into his face, sending him into the corner. He runs for a splash but Train slides out and Sledge runs into the corner. Train capitalizes and picks JS up for a press-slam. He runs across the ring and throws JS head-first into the cage, rocking it from side to side!

Across the ring, Dean is on the top rope. He awaits for Jerry to stand, but as soon as JM sees him, he runs into the ropes, knocking DM off balance and crotching him on the top rope. JM climbs the rope, and hits DM with a top-rope superplex! 1, 2, th--no! JM picks Dean up, Irish whips him and back body drops him into the cage! DM falls down on his head. Jerry drags him in through the ropes, and grabs the steel chair. He lays it down, whips DM into the ropes again, and powerslams him onto the chair! 1, 2, th--no!

Train in the meantime is manhandling JS. He whips him into the corner and follows in with a running clothesline. He wipes the blood on his face from the chair shot earlier, and chops JS across the chest twice. He lifts him up and brings him down with a vertical suplex. He then sets him up in Powerbomb position, hooks his arms and hits a double-underhook suplex! 1, 2, thr--NO!

Jerry just hit DM with a Samoan drop, and now locks him in a Figure-Four leglock! DM is thrashing around trying to reach the ropes but can't. His shoulders go down. 1, 2, no. He raises his right shoulder. He looks around and sees the chair nearby. Before JM notices anything, DM grabs the chair and with one smooth swing, dents it over the head of JM and opens a 3-inch gash just above his forehead, sending blood pouring down his face, and rendering him unconscious. He stands up, and locks JM in the Shaolin Sword!

The ref checks on the unconscious JM, but Sledge sees this, and releases the sleeper hold he had on Train and hits an enzigurri to the back of McGrath's head! Dean falls face-down as Sledge starts trying to revive JM.

Train walks up behind JS, and hits a reverse DDT! 1, 2, three--NO!!! Sledge kicks out barely! Train whips JS into the ropes for a lariat, but JS ducks under Train's arm and gets him in a crucifix! 1, 2, Dean stops the count by dropping a leg across JS's throat.

Jerry finally stands up and wipes the blood from his face. He sees Dean facing away from him, and picks up the blood-stained and dented chair. He charges at him but Train trips him up, sending him sprawling face-first onto the chair, knocking him out again.

Train whips JS into the ropes and he and DM hit a double elevation, sending Sledge across the ring. DM then says something to Train, and sits on the second turnbuckle. Train picks JS up and powerbombs him, as DM comes off with a driving elbow! 1, 2, thre--NO! Michaels pulled DM off by the hair and is now beating McGrath senseless.

Train goes to pull him off but Jerry sees him and jumps off Dean and chops Train in the throat. He Irish whips Train and dropkicks him. DM stands up and is also dropkicked by JM. JM

looks to the fans for approval, and gets a loud "Per-vert" chant from the fans, enraging him. He lets out a scream of rage and starts pounding on Train.

Dean comes up behind him and DDTs him! 1, 2, thr--no! JM kicks out. At the same time, two men walk down to the ring wearing t-shirts with the words, "New Breed" on the front and bolt cutters in hand. It's Scott Johnson and "Bomber" Billy Thompson! They creep up to the cage, and start putting a hole in the side. The wrestlers in the cage don't see them and continue fighting.

Sledge gets up and hits Train with a Russian legsweep. He goes up top and hits a leg drop across the throat! He then picks Train up on his shoulders, and hits the Wrecking Ball!!! 1, 2, th--McGrath pulls Sledge off, picks him up, and hits Too Bad For You, Ah?!!!

Michaels runs to break up the pin, but Train tackles him down allowing Dean to make the cover! 1, 2, 3!!!

WINNERS: DEAN McGRATH AND THE TRAIN via McGRATH'S

TOO BAD FOR YOU, AH?

Train and Dean jump up and high-five each other, just as two other men run down to the ring also wearing New Breed shirts! It's Kenneth Morlock and Daddy Desire! Morlock has a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, and Daddy Desire has a chair wrapped in barbed wire!

Thompson and Johnson finish the hole, and allow Morlock and Desire to enter the ring! Morlock swings the bat at Train's head, but he ducks and nails Morlock with a short clothesline. The "Train" starts stomping away on Morlock, but Desire comes up behind Train and hits him with the chair! Train falls unconscious and is covered in blood.

Morlock gets up, hits McGrath in the gut with the bat, and is beating him across the head and back with it! Jerry Michaels gets up and starts stomping on McGrath, and Sledge does the same to Train...and here comes D.I.!!! Douglas, Cyris, SK, and Chambers are running to the cage, but Thompson and Johnson have chairs, and are keeping D.I. at bay with them!

The New Breed and IoV are manhandling Train and McGrath. Finally, they jump out of the hole and run out through the crowd, followed by Thompson and Johnson. Suicide King and Chambers chase after them, while Douglas and Cyris go in the cage to help the two downed athletes.

Richard Riley: "Damn! Another win for that bastard, the "Train." [begins laughing] At least he got his ass kicked by the New Breed. I'm sure he won't be acting so high and mighty now. (Cyris walks into the booth) Speaking of high and mighty, it looks like I'm about to be "graced" by the Global Hardocre champion himself. Lucky me! Well, sit down before you fall down, champ."

Cyris: [sits down and places his new strap on Riley's shoulder and puts his headset on] " Hey There Riles"

Richard Riley: "Umm, Hi there, chump, I mean champ. So to what do I owes this honor?"

Cyris: [lets out a small chuckle and put his hand on Riley's shoulder] " Heh....funny man, well ya mom wasn't home so I decided to make sure you call the action right. "

Richard Riley: "I thought my mother told you not to come back? You still owe her for the last three times!"

Cyris: " You must have me confused with your father [laughs] Or better yet Big Cap , or as I call him Big Crap "

Richard Riley: "Talk tough now! I think we all know that Capital Punishment has your number. Come Devil's Night, I predict we will be having a new champion unless of course you find some way to weasel out of your match!"

Cyris: [rubs his eyes and shakes his head] " Riles, come on man, don't tell me you didn't see me beat his ass in that cage....the man was PARALYZED for god's sake. Plus this strap has given me a bigger appetite for winning. Do you actually think that I busted my ass only to lose it to some crybaby?"

Richard Riley: "Crybaby! I didn't know you were wrestling another member of DI at the pay per view. Anyway a loss is still a loss, paralysis or not. I just got word that we are ready for the main event. Any idea what it might be?"

Cyris: [now a little annoyed, then brashes a smile] " Ha, you sure are a funny guy Riles and yes a loss is still a loss and I don't make excuses but all that matters is that I have this gold. As for the main event, if it doesn't include me in it, or a DI member, what kind of main event could it be ? [ laughs] Let's get to the so-called action "

Richard Riley: "I think we're ready. Let's go find out. Down to the ring!"

The crowd goes wild as Prez Aaron makes his way to the ring. Wearing a custom made, Armani suit, Aaron gives the impression that something special is about to happen. He has a smile on his lips and a spring in his step as he approaches the center of the arena. Occasionally, he glances up, at nothing imparticular. A member of the ring crew climbs onto the apron

and parts the ropes for the President of the EWA, and he climbs into the ring that he knows so well. A microphone is handed to him, and with a quick glance over the crowd, he speaks.

Prez Aaron: EWA Fans, the time has finally come!! But before we begin, let tell you a little something about how my week has been. Ever since I announced this surprise match, I've had everyone asking me questions about it. The knocks at my door, the phone calls, and the emails have been endless. I eventually had to tell my secretary to start telling people that I was out of the office, just so I could get some work done. But don't worry, the secrecy is about to be ended. As you all know, this match is going to be a ladder match.

A member of the ring crew, (the same one that held the ropes) reaches under the ring and pulls out an 8 foot tall, metal ladder, and shoves it under the bottom rope. He then climbs into the ring and leans it up in one of the corners.

Prez Aaron: But that's all that anyone knows at this point. Now I know that your asking, "What the hell's so special about a ladder match?" and you're right to ask that. With the matches that the EWA has seen so far, a regular old ladder match would be considered childs play. Now let me tell you something. This ladder match is going to be somewhat special, because we have a pair of competitors that have proven their skill in the EWA time and time again. Now, without further ado, let's bring out competitor number one!!!

All eyes focus in on the entrance as "Terrible Lie" by Nine Inch Nails blasts through the arena and Tommy Grayson begins making his way down to the ring. He has a confident look on his face as he approaches the ring, and once he reaches it, he climbs in and checks out the ladder. Prez Aaron continues speaking behind him.

Prez Aaron: And now, before we announce you opponent, let me tell you what the match is for!!

Prez Aaron points up, and all eyes rise to see something being lowered from the rafters. It can't be made out clearly until the camera focuses in on it and displaying the picture on the Extreme-Tron. Oh My God!!! It's the EWA TV Title!!!!

Prez Aaron: There we go folks, the EWA TV Title. The REAL TV Title. Not that piece of shit plastic that Suicide King has been carrying around. And now Tommy, I'm sure that you're wondering who your opponent will be, aren't you? Well, are you ready?

Grayson nods his head, indicating that he's ready for anything. Suddenly, "Bone Crusher" by Soul Hat plays, and immediately the crowd responds with a roar that shakes the roof. JD Freeman comes through the entrance and stands there looking down toward the ring. The crowd goes crazy with the though of this match!! After all the hell that Freeman and the rest of DI has given Grayson, we finally see these two stars, go at it!! Grayson is practically out of the ring, telling Freeman to bring it, but Prez Aaron pulls Grayson back. Freeman is standing right outside the entrance, and it looks like he has a mic. Before he can speak though, Prez Aaron hold his own mic up.

Prez Aaron: Freeman, would you mind telling me, just what the HELL you think you're doing?

Freeman: Hey, don't be worrying about me right now, I just wanted to come out here and see for myself if the rumors I've heard are true.

Prez Aaron: What the fuck are you talking about?

Freeman: What am I talking about, he asks. Oh, that's rich pal. Have you even told that idiot in the ring with you, who his opponent is?

Grayson looks somewhat confused at this point and looks toward Prez Aaron, who is a little flustered. Prez Aaron seems to be cursing under his breath, but the mic can't seem to pick up what's being said. Everyone seems to know that it's directed at Freeman though, because at this moment, Prez Aaron is staring daggers at the man. Then, Prez Aaron climbs out of the ring and starts heading up the ramp toward Freeman. Freeman laughs as the arena lights start to flicker.

Then the sound of electricity is heard, and Grayson's face goes through a range of emotion. Capital Punishment comes through the curtain and he sprints to the ring. The bell rings and this match is under way.

Grayson and Capital lock up in the center of the ring. Capital gets the early advantage, powering out and sending the smaller Grayson flying. Grayson gets to his feet and loosens up a bit before locking up with Capital again. The two men vie for position until Grayson surprises Capital with a knee to the gut, locking on a headlock right after that. Grayson grinds the headlock as the ref comes over to inspect the hold. Grayson grinds in again, but Capital pushes him off and toward the ropes.

Grayson rebounds off the ropes and runs right into the raised boot of Capital!! Grayson falls to the mat, clutching his jaw. Capital goes to the corner and drags the ladder to the center of the ring. He's going for the early win here. He sets the ladder up and begins to climb. But wait!! Grayson has gotten to his feet and is climbing up behind Capital!! The two men trade punches back and forth, only succeeding in knocking each other off the ladder. The ladder begins to teeter back and forth, and finally falls across Capital 's chest.

Grayson gets slowly to his feet and sets the ladder back up. He starts to climb, and almost reaches the top when Capital KICKS the ladder, knocking it off balance. Grayson and the ladder both crash to the mat!!

Capital gets up and drags the ladder back to the corner. He leans it up and goes back to where Grayson is still laying. Capital reaches down and drags Grayson to his feet. OH NO!!!! Grayson was just whipped into the ladder, chest first!!!! Grayson rolls around on the mat as Capital lays the boots to him. Capital goes to the ladder and begins climbing. He gets about

halfway up, and turns. Grayson is still writhing in pain when Capital launches himself from the ladder and connects with a MASSIVE splash on Grayson!!! NOOOOOO!!!!! Grayson got his knees up at the last possible second, and now Capital is rolling around on the mat. It's possible that he might have a couple of broken ribs here.

Grayson begins crawling toward the ladder. He reaches it... Grayson is trying to drag the ladder back to the middle of the ring, but he's having a rough time of it. Finally, he gets the ladder into position. After making sure that Capital is still out of it, he begins to slowly, ever so slowly, climb the ladder. Grayson reaches the top of the ladder, but he stops. He looks back at his fallen stablemate and it seems he's having second thoughts here.

Capital is still rolling on the mat, in obvious pain. Grayson turns around and starts to desend. OH MY!!!! Grayson just leaped from the ladder, nailing Capital with a splash from halfway up!!! Both men are in pain now, though Capital is the worse off of the two. The two competitors lay there for a moment, mostly because they can't move, then Grayson begins to stir. He rolls over onto his left side and looks at Capital, who still has not moved.

Grayson rolls over onto his stomach and tries to push himself up. After two unsuccessful tries, he finally manages to make it as far as his knees. Grayson shuffles his way over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself to a stand ing position. He bounces off the ropes a couple of times and goes for a legdrop on Capital but he meets nothing but mat!!! Capital has rolled out of the way!!!! He gets, shakily to his feet and immediately heads toward the ladder.

Grayson crawls after him, reaching for his legs. Capital reaches the ladder and starts to climb, but stops and looks down at Grayson, who has ahold of one of his ankles. Capital shakes Grayson off and starts to climb. Grayson gets to his feet and rushes to the other side

Of the ladder, climbing up. Both men are on the ladder now, they're halfway up when Grayson tries to shove Capital down. Capital holds tight though, not giving up his shot at the title. Almost at the top, Capital tries to shove Grayson off the ladder, but to no avail. Grayson has a good hold on the top rung, and Capital stops trying, lest he knock them and the ladder down.

Being the taller of the two, Capital reaches up and tries to grab the TV Belt, but Grayson shakes the ladder, causing Capital to stop reaching so he can hang on. Grayson takes a position at the top of the ladder and starts reaching... his fingers brush the belt, causing it to start swinging. Capital tries to stop Grayson, but gets a fist in the face for his troubles. Then, all hell breaks loose. Both men begins swinging with lefts and rights, each trying to take the other out.

After getting in about ten hits each, Grayson goes to adjust his position for a better grip on

The ladder. In this moment of vulnerability, Capital takes a chance. He jumps, quickly from the ladder and begins shaking it for all he's worth.

Grayson is all the way at the top, and has nothing to really hold onto!! The ladder tips over to the left and dumps Grayson RIGHT OUT OF THE RING!!! Capital sets the ladder back up, and quickly limbs to the top. He reaches up and his hand is met with the comfortable feel of leather, Capital grasps the belt and pulls, setting it free from the line that held it suspended above the ring and in the process, becomes the NEW EWA TV CHAMPION!!!!

WINNER And NEW EWA TV CHAMP: Capital Punishment!!!

In his elation, Capital ends up toppling the ladder over. He falls to the mat, but gets right to his feet. Capital walks around the ring, holding the belt above his head. The arena lights start flickering, and the sound of electricity can be heard. It's Capital's entrance theme.

Wait a second...this is different. Oh my!! The lights just went out!!! Flashbulbs all around the arena are still going off. It's quite hard to see, but it looks like there's someone in the ring with Capital!! What the hell is going on?!?! The two figures in the ring are struggling against each other. The flashbulbs stop, sending the arena into darkness. A deep rumble is heard as the lights, slowly come back up.

The fans look on in shock as they see Capital Punishment, lying on his back in the middle of the ring. A figure that is dressed in all black, material, stands a short distance away with his back turned to Capital and his arms crossed. The shirt that he is wearing is the type that would not be out of place in a martial arts movie, but that's not what draws the attention. The most noticeable feature, is the Japanese symbol for ten, that is embroidered into the back of the shirt. It's a deep, blood red in color. The figure turns his head slightly, and we see that he is wearing some sort of mask.

He looks back and down at Capital Punishment before raising both arms. The lights go out once again, and when they come back on... he's gone. Finally, this thing is over...hold on... what the hell is this.

WIERD AL?!?!? "Dare to be Stupid" plays over the PA. Then, from behind the curtain comes Wyld Chylde!!! He's dressed in a pair of psychadelic tights, it looks like the person that tie dyed them was on too much acid. His frizzy hair hangs in a bush over his eyes, and he tries to brush it back. Unsuccessfully however, and he finally gives up after about three tries.

Wyld looks toward the ring and sees Capital, lying in the middle. He cackles gleefully and skips his way down to the ring. Going unnoticed until now, Wyld is carrying a bright yellow, wifflebat. He reaches the ring and climbs in, looking down at Capital with huge grin on his face. Wyld goes over to Capital and struggles to get him into a seated position. He lets go, and before Capital can flop back down, Wyld WHACKs him two times with the wiffle bat. *THUNK THUNK*

Capital falls back to the mat and is motionless agins. Wyld looks down at him and jumps up. Running around the ring like a, well... a Wyld Man, or Chylde, well whatever. Wyld reaches down and picks up the belt, he goes back over to Capital and places his left foot on the fallen cahmp's chest, striking a heroic pose and holding the belt over his head. Suddenly, Capital begins to stir, and Wyld gets a frightened look on his face. He quickly drops the belt and scampers away.

Richard Riley: "Oh my God! Did you see all that action? That's what I call a main event and it was so refreshing not to see a member of DI involved in it!"

Cyris: [bent over laughing] " Yeah but the best part was seeing Crappy getting his ass handed to him by Wylde. [not being able to control his laughter] " Man, even though that had nothing to do with D.I., it was classic. [gets up and takes a quick walk and wipes his eyes and makes his way back to the booth] As for the [laughs] match, if there wasn't dissension in The Pussy Club, now there definitely is "

Richard Riley: "I'm sure this won't help the growing tensions in the IoV. Speaking of tension, I see that there is still a lot of tension between you and Douglas, you and the "Train", "Train" and Douglas. You guys are practically at each other's throats!"

Cyris: [hakes his head and looks over at Riley] "What! I don't know where you get your info kid, but me and Train and Douglas are just peachy, unless you know something I don't ?"

 Richard Riley: "Now I'm not trying to start anything [grins evilly] but I am an investigative reporter and you know, you hear things. Regardless of the problems within DI, we now have a new TV champion. How do you think Suicide King will react to all of this?"

Cyris: " Smart move Riles, as for my old pal King, I think it is only a matter of time before he shakes off the ring rust and grabs that strap from Nipples there. But let's not overlook guys like Douglas, who deserves a shot just as much as anyone here does. As for hearing things, I heard about your mother in Aaron's office cleaning under the table...but I didn't make that public. Whoops! [Smiles] "

Richard Riley: [gives Cyris a look of hatred] "Before we wrap this up, what are your reactions to the attack by the New Breed, first on Chambers and then on the "Train" later in the show?"

Cyris: " Well my opinions on the "In" Breed isn't high. As you know I made the same big impact with Death Row when we jumped Douglas, but as ya saw that died when I left. I think with guys like " They Killed " Kenny Morecock, Daddy Dickhead, The Boring Willie Thompson and Big Johnson. We should call these guys the Cock Club [laughs] Boys if you are trying to start a war with D.I., then you are in for a long night and a short career! "

Richard Riley: "Well, tonight, many questions were answered, but now new questions were asked. Those answers will only come with time. I wish I could say that it's been a pleasure Cryis, but it hasn't. Next week, the EWA goes on the road. We'll be coming from the sold out Hartford Civic Center in Hartford, Connecticut, so join us and see who kicks DI's ass next week. For President Aaron, I'm Richard Riley, thanks for watching!"

Cyris: [slams his fists on the table] " Hey smart ass, come on, I will walk you to the back "

The camera quickly changes to the locker room area. The camera focuses on the DI locker room. The door opens and out walks a bloody and battered Wayne Rothschild. He is still wearing his wrestling a gear and blood flows freely from a huge cut over his eye. He is holding a metal folding chair in his hand.

Connor Chambers attempts to pull him back in the room, but the "Train" simply shrugs him off. There is a look of anger and hatred in the "Train's" eyes. The "Train" continues walking until he reaches the another locker room. The name on the door says "Kenneth Morlock, Daddy Desire, "Bomber" Billy Thompson and Scott Johnson."

The "Train" pauses for a moment before holding up the chair and opening the door as the show fades out.

FADE TO PURPLE