Jon Marx: "The world watched in awe last week as President Aaron announced the competitors for the Extreme World Title Tournament."

Derek Ash: "Isn't Awe a strong word, maybe ooh or aaah, not Awe."

Jon Marx: "Well...how about disbelief?"

Derek Ash: "Maybe at the death of Zaman, I could believe that."

Jon Marx: "Or, perhaps, some other adjective that I can't think of at the moment. Yes, that sounds about right. The world watched in some other adjective that I can't think of at the moment as President Aaron announced the 8 Competitors in the Tournament to determine the EWA's first Extreme World Champion."

Derek Ash: "Can you believe the Capacity crowd we have here in the Kennedy Center? The boss had to shell out big money for this, good thing Hillary loves us, Bills a sap though."

Jon Marx: "That's not what she said in the coat closet."

Derek Ash: "Damn it, I knew I as missing something, when Bill asked me in to talk to Chelsea."

Jon Marx: "You got to talk to Chelsea? Damn it. Oh well. We've got one hell of a card for everyone tonight."

Derek Ash: "Yeah, she needed help with a Chemistry XXXperiment. Yes, tonight's the night. The world Extreme Title goes to the winner of the One night Winner kills all tournament."

Jon Marx: "Kills is an awfully strong word. More like maims, or wounds, or injuries."

Derek Ash: "Boring, Boring, Boring, you always take away my fun. Like the time you took away the 4 gallon tub of Whip Cream from your sister and I."

Jon Marx: "If I didn't take it away, she would have eaten it. And if you had smeared it all over yourself like you had planned, you wouldn't be here right now. You should be thanking me."

Derek Ash: "Sigh, Anyway Lets go to our first match, It's right out front here in the Kennedy Center. We have the Ridiculous Shawn Batchelder vs. the swine called Pimp Daddy J. I agree with Freeman, this is the bathroom break match if there ever was one."

Jon Marx: "I think he prefers to be called Shawn B."

Derek Ash: "Oh, after his last interview I thought it was Steve A.?"

Jon Marx: "Well, we all have our dreams. Just like you want to....can I say this on television?

Derek Ash: "No, you can't."

Smack My Bitch Up by Prodigy begins to play and the crowd turns toward the entrance expectantly. The entrance remains empty. No one comes through the curtain. The song plays through its entire length and still no sign of Pimp Daddy. After a moment, Doin It by LL Cool J plays and Shawn Batchelder makes his way to the ring. He enters the cage and begins inspecting the craftsmanship. The ref approaches him and says something. Shawn, in an exasperated voice replies... "What do you mean he's not here?!?!" The ref explains that Pimp Daddy didn't show up and Shawn can't believe it. The ref goes on to explain that maybe the New York Police Dept didn't let him out with enough time to get to the arena, when suddenly... Smack My Bitch Up by Prodigy plays over the pa again.

Pimp Daddy comes running at a spring down the entrance ramp. He's wearing an orange jumpsuit with the number 47825 on the right side of the chest and is carrying his pimp stick. Shawn doesn't have a chance to react as Pimp Daddy comes flying into the ring. He hits Shawn with a shoulder block that sends Shawn crashing back into the corner. Pimp Daddy then begins to beat Shawn unmercifully with his pimp stick. The ref comes up behind Pimp Daddy and takes the stick out of his hands and tosses it out of the ring. Pimp Daddy turns to the ref and walks toward him. The ref backs off as Pimp Daddy threatens to make the ref his newest "ho". This gives Shawn a chance to regain his bearings and he comes up, right behind Pimp Daddy. Shawn taps Pimp Daddy on the shoulder and when he turns around... BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Pimp Daddy is laid out in the middle of the ring and Shawn begins nailing him in the head with rights and lefts.

Shawn picks up Pimp Daddy and goes for a scoop slam. But wait! Shawn doesn't slam him down... instead, he places Pimp Daddy on his left shoulder and makes a run for the side of the cage SPEARING Pimp Daddy into it! Shawn picks Pimp Daddy up again and goes for the other side but NOOO! Pimp Daddy slides off of his shoulder and with a shove sends Shawn into the side of the cage himself. Pimp Daddy grabs a hold of Shawn's legs and sets him up for the sharpshooter! He turns Shawn over and sits way back, adding to the pressure. Shawn begins screaming out in pain. He tries to reach the ropes, but they are just out of reach. Pimp Daddy begins rocking back and forth in the hold, adding even more pressure to it as Shawn does, desperately claws his way toward the ropes. Amazingly, Shawn is able to reach them and thus, break the hold. Pimp Daddy picks Shawn up and sends him running to the opposite ropes. On the rebound... HURRCANRANNA! Shawn ends up flat on his back as Pimp Daddy straddles his chest. Pimp Daddy grabs Shawn by the hair and begins slamming the back of his head into the mat again and again. The ref begins to count for pulling hair and Pimp Daddy stops just before the five count. Pimp Daddy picks Shawn up again and sends him into the corner, following up with a running clothesline, but Shawn reverses with a back body drop into the cage! Pimp Daddy has his left leg caught in the cage and is hanging upside down! Shawn sees this and runs to the opposite corner. He makes a run toward Pimp Daddy with the intention of sandwiching him in the corner. Shawn leaps...

BITCHSLAP! Pimp Daddy nails Shawn with the Bitch slap form his hanging position. The ref helps Pimp Daddy get his leg out of the cage and counts for the pin. ONE-TWO-THREE!

The cage door opens and Pimp Daddy, slowly makes his way out. It seems that Shawn is still out, so the ref calls for the EMT's to come out with the assist. One EMT comes out wearing a surgical mask and a pair of latex gloves. He enters the ring and sets his hard plastic, medical case down next to Shawn. He begins to examine Shawn, who is now starting to stir. Shawn is helped to his feet and staggers toward the door, but wait! The EMT removes the surgical mask to reveal... Extreme Eddy? What the hell is he doing here?!?! Extreme Eddy picks up the medical case and nails Shawn in the back of the head, sending him to the mat. Extreme Eddy goes outside the cage and returns with a chair. He folds the chair up and sets it down in the middle of the ring. Eddy, then picks Shawn up again and PILEDRIVES HIM ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR! The camera zooms in on the chair, showing a sizable dent where Shawn's head impacted it. Extreme Eddy looks over the carnage he caused and nods approvingly before leaving the cage. As he does so, a set of "real" EMT's come out to attend to Shawn.

Jon Marx: "Damn it. I have to go pee. Cover for me."

Derek Ash: "Hmm, what can I say now that he's gone. Ok People here is the way that Derek Ash sees it and is gonna call it."

Derek Ash: "What we have here is a failure to excommunicate. We need to get rid of the trash in the fed. So in the interest of Fairness and Democracy I've decided to hold a public execution of your least favorite Announc... Oh hi Jon."

Jon Marx: "Damn it, the line is to long. Give me your water glass."

Derek Ash: "Yeah, whatever, go do the pee pee dance or something."

Jon Marx: "GIVE ME THE GOD DAMN WATER GLASS BEFORE I RIP YOUR LARNYX OUT!"

Derek Ash: "Hey, just go use the executive bathroom, the key is on the little chain they gave you."

Jon Marx: "Executive? Right on. I'm there."

Derek Ash: "So, as I was saying we've decided to hold a public execution of your least favorite TV commentator. In his place we have decided to put the lovely yet totally blonde airhead Diana Ditzy. Damn, that was quick Jon."

Jon Marx: "30 urinals, no waiting."

Derek Ash: "Well, this time we go live to our match out at the Lincoln Memorial. It's one of our dark matches. We chose three men with open contracts and decided to let them experience PPV Live and in pain."

Jon Marx: "Well, it's not very dark, if we're showing it.

The camera comes in on the Lincoln Memorial and the crowd outside of it goes Nucking Futs! INSTANTLY "Damn That River" comes over the high quality, expensive sound system, and Dominic Francesco runs up the path to the memorial's steps. As soon as he hits the steps, "Cadence to Arms" roars out, and "The Shank" Jim McDougal struts up the path, smiling and waving to the nearly silent crowd. Finally, with a roar from the crowd, "All around the World" plays and everyone turns to see Connor Chambers... not show up. Wait, back on the monument, he was behind the statue of Lincoln! He double clotheslines both men and the fight is underway. McDougal instantly kicks at Chambers, who dodges just in time to have Francesco slam into the leg. Both men are hobbled, Shank having jammed his leg and Francesco kicked in the gut. Francesco grabs Shank and whips him into the statue, then charges after, but the Shank moves and Francesco slams into the statue hard! It looks like his shoulder is dislocated! Shank grabs him and face plants him into the concrete! Franceso's in pain, and Shank goes for the pin, but Francesco lift his hurt shoulder up and POPS it back in place, stopping the pin and screaming loudly in the process. Shank picks him up, but gets a low blow in the process! Francesco locks on a beautiful headlock, and bears down.

The ref is asking Shank if he wants to give up, and Shank is looking at him as if he is crazy! Shank tries to elbow his way out, but Francesco move and Shank hits the statue! He's in a lotta pain! Francesco instantly takes the opportunity to bear down on the arm... wait. Where's Chambers?

OH MY GOD! Chambers comes diving off the TOP OF LINCOLNS HEAD, CLEARS THE LAP, AND SLAMS ITO BOTH MEN! ALL OF THEM ARE DOWN! Wait! The ref is counting... the camera moves closer to see that Chambers is draped over the two men, and their shoulders are on the mat! Conner wins with a DOUBLE pin fall!

Derek Ash: "Wow, that Chambers really showed me something today. A suicide dive off Lincoln's head, who would have believed that. Someone has to be seriously hurt out there."

Jon Marx: "That was quite the match they had going on there, eh?"

Jon Marx: "Yes indeed. Pain is definitely on their list of things to get rid of."

Derek Ash: "It's good to see Chambers get his first win, maybe this will inspire him to greatness, or he will just suck and stuff."

Jon Marx: "Well, a lot of people have resigned themselves to mediocrity these days. Take LivKid for example."

Derek Ash: "I thought he had resigned himself to getting destroyed. It's a good thing we still had him on contract for this final match tonight."

Jon Marx: "Well, he had already signed the papers, there was no way he could get out of it. This is, however his last appearance in the EWA."

Derek Ash: "I heard some rumors backstage that if the guys have their way it will be his last appearance anywhere."

Jon Marx: "You know, I heard that too. He's not very popular around here right now. I wonder why that is?"

Derek Ash: "He's a jackass, what he said to President Aaron was unfounded, and I as an employee here find myself disgusted by him and his accusations."

The camera pans out to the parking lot and the crowd outside starts screaming, holding up their beers and jostling each other to get closer to the camera. Women are holding up their babies, men are shouting and screaming and running around half naked, and way in the back, sitting on top of a mobile home, is a rather large woman in a muumuu eating what looks to be the haunch of a small deer. Other than that, it's pretty damned boring as none of the wrestlers are out.

Over the loud speakers set up with stereo quality Dolby Surround Sound(TM) Comes "The Suck For Your Solution" screamed out by Marilyn Manson (I don't care what you say, it ALL sounds like screaming to me.) Suicide King comes jogging down the makeshift aisle to the sounds of... silence. The crowd has totally stopped and turned their backs on the King! He starts screaming and raving as the "music" continues, until it changes to "Hell's Bells". The crowd turns back and starts to cheer madly as Ray Simmons sprints down the aisle and instantly starts in on Suicide King. While the brawl continues, "Start Me Up" Blasts through the high quality outdoor speaker system and Sex Candy Tommy Grayson strolls at a leisurely pace down the aisle, raising his hands and blow kisses to the ladies. When he gets into the ring he slams both men down with a double drop kick that hits Simmons in the back, hurtling him into King, knocking them both down. The speakers start to play "Walking on the Sun" but instantly switches to the soulful, mournful, gothic sounds of "Uninvited" by Alanis Morrisette. LivKid walks down the aisle, confused, and into the ring of cars. Jason Dragon, The Hanging Judge, Alistair Cloudfruit, Diablo, and two borrowed jobbers from the DECWF, Quicksilver and Hammer Canseco, take positions around the cars, holding bats wrapped in barbed wire. The three men in the ring stop fighting, look at LivKid, look at each other, and nod, then all three attack LivKid. Simmons hits a power slam, allowing Grayson to do a 450 Splash off a Ford Aspire into the Kid, while Suicide King kicks him over and over in the head. The three men work him over, then King hits a moonsault off a Ford Contour, Simmons picks the now bloody kid up and hits a Doomsday Device right onto a Cadillac El Dorado, and Grayson leaps off of a Honda Prelude to slam into the kid with a BEAUTIFUL 900 Splash!

Suddenly a roar from the crowd catches all three men's attention, and doesn't really attract the attention of the bloody mass that is Liv Kid. The audience scrambles away from a RAMP? What looks like a Ford Explorer is barreling toward the ramp... it hits it... OH MY GOD, IT'S JUMPING INTO THE RING! The car makes right for the men in the middle, who scramble out of the way, leaving LivKid, who's just starting to get up... he looks up to see the shadow forming around him... WHAM! The Explorer landed RIGHT ON TOP OF HIM! Oh, God, nothing could have survived that! The men surround the Ex-... Wait, the back tire well, molded out of what looks like construction grade steel, has the word Ford eXtreme on it! There are bats, wooden and aluminum, rakes, hockey sticks, chairs, and various other weapons on racks lining the side! The tinted window opens and JD Freeman sticks his head out of the red and black contraption, grinning widely as "Sad but True" blares from the stereo.

JDF: You all started without ME? SHAME on you!

All three men reach to pull him out, but he ducks back in, closing the window. He pops out of the sunroof, gets on the top of the car, and HITS A CROSS-BODY BLOCK ON ALL THREE MEN! Freeman is the first man up, and he picks up Grayson and instantly tosses him out to the Lumberjack, who happens to be the Hanging Judge. The judge slams him hard with the bat then tosses him back in. In the meantime, Freeman unloads on Simmons, slamming him with right and lefts, while Suicide King goes after Grayson.

The four men are brawling in pairs, Freeman and Simmons near the eXtreme and Grayson and King just next to a Dodge Dart. Freeman whips Simmons into the other two men, then runs in and hits a BEAUTIFUL dropkick! All three men go between the cars, and Cloudfruit, Diablo, and Hammer start beating them with the bats! Freeman laughs, then saunters back to the car, pulling the door open and getting a 20 oz Dr Pepper out of an ice chest. He goes to the front and waits, sipping the drink. He just seems to be watching as the three men fight to get back into the ring.

Suicide King makes it back in, bloody and pissed, and charges Freeman. He goes for a shoulder block, but Freeman moves! He yanks something off the front of the bumper. It's a huge three-foot pipe! It looks like it's wrapped in barbwire... a loser look from the camera reveals that it's actually WELDED on! Freeman rears back to slam Suicide King with the heavy looking pipe, but gets slammed from behind by Simmons! King and Simmons gang up on Freeman, and Grayson comes flying in! All three men are slamming Freeman with lefts, rights, kicks, holding him against the car! Freeman is tossing them off, but he's starting to slow down! Grayson picks Freeman up but can barely hold him, leaving him wide open for King to hit him with a super kick to the back, making him stumble and drop Freeman! Freeman thanks King with a kick of his own, then catches the rushing Simmons with the bar!

There's some commotion at the far side of the ring. A man in a yellow shirt is being attacked by Quicksilver! He's already taken two hits, but he's trying to back away... he's pinned against a Dodge Ram truck... Quicksilver swings, but the man ducks to the side, snarling... Wait, I'd recognize that bandanna anywhere! That's FANG! Fang chops Quicksilver in the throat! Quicksilver clutches at his throat as Fang, whom the camera is now focusing on, hits a German suplex! Fang takes the bat and smacks Quicksilver in the back of the head! He starts to back INTO the ring, looking in front of him warily... GRAYSON SLAMS INTO HIM FROM THE BACK! The replay from the other camera, brought to the audience inside on the EXTREME-A-TRON via split screen technology, shows that Simmons whipped him toward the cars, slamming him into the unsuspecting Fang! Fang stumbles, then whirls, and slams the heavy end of the bat into Grayson's gut. He whacks him hard in the back of the head, then picks him up and SLAMS him on the point of his knee! Grayson is writhing in pain due to that modified back breaker! Fang drops the bat and heads toward Cloudfruit. Cloudfruit doesn't attack, and Fang asks him a question. Cloudfruit points to a place on the other side of the ring, and Fang nods and heads the opposite direction. Cloudfruit shrugs, then turns back to the match as the camera angle switches back to the match. Grayson is out in the middle of the ring, and King, Freeman, and Simmons are fighting each other.

Simmons manages to grab one arm of Freeman, and King grabs the other. Both men lift Freeman and DOUBLE SUPLEX HIM! Simmons picks Freeman up and whips him to the outside, sending him over the still unconscious Quicksilver. The Judge, Cloudfruit, Hammer, and Dragon rush in to take his place, but all end up hitting each other, and only Dragon stands, suitably distracting Freeman. King and Simmons tousle, and Grayson rushes in, double clothes lining both men! The three begin an all out brawl, and soon it's hard to see which limb belongs to which man. Freeman walks in; brushing his hands off, and simply watches all three men. He goes over to the hood of his car and grabs his Dr Pepper, then reaches in through the passenger side and pulls out a pad and paper. He starts writing, watching the three men fight, noting their weaknesses!

Suicide King is thrown out of the melee and falls while Grayson is backing Simmons up. King gets to his hands and knees, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, and Grayson kicks Simmons hard, sending him into King! Simmons is on the ground!

Simmons screams in rage and kicks King in the gut from the ground, then stands, lifts him, and hits a Doomsday Device from NOWHERE on Grayson! He covers Grayson, and the ref starts counting. Freeman, by his truck, spits out his Dr Pepper and starts to run toward the men, but King TRIPS HIM allowing Simmons to get the 1-2-3! Freeman pounds King into the ground, then slams Simmons, glaring at him before driving off in his truck.

Derek: "Well it looks like Freeman is taking that bout at the title seriously, he hardly got involved in that fight at all."

Jon: "A rather disappointing showing, but, on the plus side, LivKid is dead!"

Derek: "All hail JD Freeman and his Ford eXtreme, long may they splatter LIVKID from beneath the hubcaps."

Jon: "ONIONS!"

Derek: "And Chili Cheese Fries, what are we ordering dinner?"

Jon Marx: "Oh, let's just filet Newt Gingrich, and sauté him with some garlic, some broccoli, a few French fries. It'll be delicious"

Derek: "Or we could order Greek, I know this little Greek bistro named Poliopolis up near Capital Hill, that is just the best in the world."

Jon Marx: "Ooh, can we get those gyro things?"

Derek: "Personally, I love the chicken souvlaki."

Jon Marx: "Those are good too. How about we show everyone a bit o' action while we get some grub."

Train of Consequences by Megadeth blares out over the sound system as Spyder makes his way to the ring to a mixed reaction from the fans. He reaches the ring and climbs in, testing the ropes as he awaits his opponent. Come Down by Bush plays and Bishop makes his way down the ramp pointing toward Spyder. He turns his hand over, giving a thumbs down to a good reaction from the crowd. Suddenly, he rushes the ring and slides in, meeting Spyder, who starts things off with a boot to the head. Spyder scoops Bishop up and slams him down, following up with an elbow drop. He then, goes to the corner and climbs to the second rope. spyder stands there a moment and flies off with a splash. But Bishop ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!!! Spyder lands on the mat face down, as Bishop gets to his feet. And pulls Spyder up, slapping him across the face in the process. Bishop shoves Spyder into the corner and starts nailing him with forearm shots to the side of the head. Spyder shoves Bishop back, but gets a boot the the gut as a response.

Bishop grabs spyder and whips him into the opposite corner, following up with a clothesline, sandwiching Spyder in the corner. Spyder is reeling now. Bishop pulls spyder out of the corner and whips him to the ropes. On the rebound, Bishop goes for a cross body block, AND SO DOES SPYDER!!! Both men tried for a cross body block, and collided in mid air!!! They both lay on the mat apparently unconsious. Wait!! Who's that coming down the entrance ramp??? A masked man, pushing a wheelbarrow full of weapons comes to the ringside area and begins tossing the weapons into the ring. Baseball bats... fence posts... a bullwhip, and various other items. The man then, walks over to the announcer and grabs the mic. In a disguised voice, he says...

Mystery Man: Let's put some fuckin excitement in this match!!!

The crowd responds with cheers as the mystery man makes his way back to the locker room area. Bishop and Spyder begin to stir and Spyder is first to his feet. He looks around the ring with a confused look on his face. He sees all of the weapons that now litter the ring and shrugs his shoulders. Spyder picks up a baseball bat and walks, menacingly toward Bishop. Once Bishop realizes that the stakes have just been raised, he grabs for a bullwhip and rolls it up. He then grabs a fence post and advances on Spyder. Both men swing at once, their weapons meeting in the middle. Spyder's bat, shatters as is strikes the much stronger fence post. Spyder stands there for a second, with just the handle of his bat in his hands, looking at it. Bishop takes the opprotunity to nail Spyder with a boot to the gut, bending him down. Bishop wraps the bullwhip around Spyder's throat and whips him into the corner. He then whips Spyder into the opposite corner, using the whip as if it were a leash. Then, with no warning, Bishop throws Spyder over the top rope and commences to hang him. Spyder claws at the whip, trying to loosen it as Bishop pulls back for all he's worth. WAIT!!! Another man is coming to ringside. It's HANGING JUDGE!!! As the Judge passes the camera, his voice comes through loud and clear.

Hanging Judge: I'm the only one that does the hanging around here!!!

Hanging Judge walks up to where a now, blue faced Spyder, is hanging. The Judge loosens the whip and releases Spyder before rolling him back into the ring. Bishop, paying no heed to the Judge, commences to stomp on Spyder's chest and head. Finally, he picks Spyder up and locks on the sleeper hold. the ref comes over and checks on Spyder. He lifts the right arm and it falls immediately. He does it again, and it falls. Once more... and again it falls. The ref calls for the bell, awarding the match to Bishop.

Bishop leaves the ring as Hanging Judge climbs in. The Judge goes over to where Spyder is laying. He helps the man to his feet and calls for the mic.

Hanging Judge: Spyder, I am so impressed by the "job" you did tonight. Rarely have I seen such talent. As a matter of fact, I would like to extend a personal invitation to join the best stable in the EWA today. To make it short Spyder... I want you to "work" for us. What do you say?

The Judge holds the mic out to Spyder, who is stilla little groggy on his feet. After a moment of clearing his head, Spyder looks at the Judge and simply shakes his head back and forth. The Judge shrugs his shoulders.

Hanging Judge: Well, it looks like you've made your decision. Oh well....

Derek Ash: "Wow, that was pretty fast, they said the could deliver in an hour. I told them you would give them a hundred in tip, so they said 30 minutes."

Jon Marx: "Damn that was good food." [licking his fingers]

Jon Marx: "What's next on the schedule?"

Derek Ash: "It's one of those Secret Tournament matches. We don't even get fore knowledge of who is to wrestle."

Jon Marx: "Damn it, they never tell us anything."

Herbert: "Attention everyone. This first round match will be taking place inside the US House of Representatives, with Newt Gingrich as the special guest referee. The two participants for this match are on their way there at this very moment, but still do not know who their opponent is."

A black limo pulls up in front of the capitol building, and someone is ushered up the steps behind a wall of security guards. A second limo arrives, and a similar scene transpires. A man gets out, and is shielded from view by several security guards. Inside the building, Newt stands in his customary position before the rest of the HoR.

Newt: "Ladies and gentlemen, this session of the House of Representatives will now come to order. In the Democrats corner, weighing in at 230lbs, please welcome "Mr. Wednesday Night", Chance Charles!"

The democrats stand and applaud as a door on the far side of the room opens and Chance Charles walks in. He stares in awe at the immense size of the room, and the amount of people in the observation decks. As he walks to the front of the room, he shakes the hands of some of the representatives along the way.

Newt: "And in the Republican corner, weighing in at 300lbs, the "Extreme Dream", JD Freeman!"

The Republicans give a hearty cheer as Freeman walks from a door on the opposite side of the room. He walks confidently down the isle to the front of the room. The two combatants stare at each other momentarily as Newt goes over the rules.

Newt: "Okay, I want a mean, vicious fight, worthy of all the political battles fought inside this building."

JD, hardly listening to Newt, lashes out at CC, grabbing him by the throat. CC drops to the ground, throwing JD over and onto the ground, locking him in an arm bar. JD starts to get back up, but CC wrenches on the arm, sending JD back to the floor. CC hits a leg drop onto JD arm, then quickly gets back up, locking the arm bar back on. Despite the pain, JD manages to get back up to his feet, and throws CC into the podium where one of the Reps is giving a speech about gun control. The podium splinter as CC his it, and the Rep, runs back to his seat. JD picks up the smaller CC, and body slams him onto the wreckage of the podium. CC gets to his feet slowly, and manages to block a right hand by JD, following up with a right of his own. JD staggers backwards up the center isle. CC connects with a second, then third right hand, further staggering the big man. Then, without warning, JD bursts forward, clothes lining CC, almost taking his head off. JD starts working on CC's knees, but CC rolls him up into a small package. Newt begins the count right away...1..2...kick out! JD is back up, and stomping on the head of CC.

CC grabs JD's leg, and bites him just above the boot! CC gets back to his feet, and dropkicks JD, but doesn't manage to knock him down. CC gets up quickly, the runs and leaps up onto the speaker's desk, then off again, hitting JD with a missile dropkick that does send JD down. CC gets back up, and climbs up on top of desk a second time. US Vice President Al Gore is sitting there, and gives CC the thumbs up. CC leaps off the desk, trying for a moonsault, but JD catches him in mid air, and turns it into a powerbomb! JD quickly locks on a modified Texas cloverleaf, and sits back, almost like the lion tamer. CC is quick to tap out as JD increases the pressure on CC's back.

Derek Ash: "Hmm, looks like Freeman is psyched up and ready to thrill after that one. This is gonna be one hell of a viscous night."

Jon Marx: "Oh yeah. But can you really blame him. He's been waiting quite a while for this tournament, as have all the others."

Derek Ash: "Well, well, well, this is getting more and more interesting by the minute. I have just been handed a note that the next match is also one of the tournament matches."

Herbert Pinkle is standing near the backstage area, and is ready to announce the wrestler for the next first round match in the Extreme World Title Tournament.

Herbert: "Hello again fans, this next match will not be held here in the arena. Instead it is going to be held in a "special venue". There are two limos outside waiting to take the participants to their destination. These two lucky wrestlers will be whisked off in luxury to perform in front of several of the most powerful people in the world. Prepare yourselves guys, because you're going to be wresting at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue."

Jon: "Dear god! That's the address of..."

Herbert: "That's right Jon, The White House. Now, it is my pleasure to announce that "Hardcore" Ray Simmons, you're riding in the first limo, so come on out and show the entire free world what you can do. Also at this time I would like to mention that JD Freeman, your truck's lights are on, and you may wish to turn them off at this time. Chris Douglas, you'll be looking quite stylish indeed as you ride to the White House in limo number two, so, get moving, some really important people are looking forward to a damn good fight. Oh, by the way, the wet bars in the limo's are off limits."

Chris walks out of the arena towards the second of the two limos/ Simmons is yelling that he's lucky their riding in separate cars, or else he'd have to beat the crap out of Douglas before they got there. As both men get into their respective limos, they speed off in the direction of the White House.

Several minutes, and some annoying chase scene music later, the two limos arrive at the White House gates. The limo drivers wait patiently for the security guards to open the gates as hundreds of fans surround the cars, trying to catch a glimpse of the wrestlers. The guard finally waves them through, and the limos pull up to the back entrance of the building. Prez Aaron comes out of the building and greets the two wrestlers as they step out of their limos.

Prez Aaron: "Hey guys, before you two beat each other to hell and back, there are some people I'd like you to meet."

Prez Aaron escorts the two wrestlers through a long hallway, and into the oval office. Four men stand as they enter the room, and CD walks towards them, shaking their hands as they are introduced to him. Boris Yeltsin first, then Nelson Mandela, the Kuwaiti Prince Nayef Abdul-Aziz, and finally President Clinton. As CD is shaking Clinton's hand, RS rushes up from behind, and punches CD in the back of the head.

RS grabs a paperweight off of the desk, and slams it into the side of CD's head. CD is quick to recover, and head buts RS, who is sent sliding across the desk, and onto the floor. Papers fly everywhere as the dignitaries scramble to pick them up. Boris Yeltsin, while no one is looking, slides a few of the more sensitive documents into his coat pocket. RS is back up, and swings the Presidents overstuffed leather chair at CD, doing little to no damage, but knocking him to the floor. RS hops up onto the desk, but slips on the freshly waxed surface of the desk, and lands on his butt. CD gets back up quickly, grabbing RS by the arm, and whipping him onto the wall where he hits hard against a bronze bust of Dwight D. Eisenhower. Everybody likes Ike, except RS, who has apparently lost a tooth as a result of his brief encounter with he former president's likeness. CD spins RS around, grabbing him around the neck. CD drags RS across the room, then bulldogs him onto the desk! CD rolls RS over and goes for the cover. Mandela begins the count...1...2...kick out. RS is up quick, and throws CD through the office door, and into the hall. The dignitaries follow as RS Dropkicks CD through a glass display case, lave an 18-inch long gash in CD's side. Losing blood rapidly, CD tears a hunk off of the original "Betsy Ross" flag, and ties it around his abdomen to stop the bleeding. As RS approaches, CD begins to choke him with the remaining portion of the flag.

RS tries to retaliate, but CD holds him at bay, then rams RS's head into a second glass display case, shattering it. The fight continues down the hall, and into the State Dining room. CD goes for a Pile driver onto the long (enough seating for 150 people) dining room table, but RS counters with a back body drop. RS places CD's head over the edge of the table, then hits an elbow drop. CD flips off of the table, landing on his stomach on the floor. RS rolls him over, and covers. Aziz makes the count...one...two...thre...kickout. RS, frustrated, slams the back of CD's skull against the marble floor. CD manages to push RS away with his legs, then staggers to his feet. RS rushes towards CD, in an attempted, clothesline, but CD ducks, and connects with a dropkick to RS's back that thrusts RS into the edge of the table, knocking the breath out of him. CD is up quickly, and grabs an antique sterling silver teapot, and clinks RS over the head with it. RS, in a desperate maneuver, executes a back kick to CD's family jewels. RS spins around and DDT's CD into the corner of the table. RS goes for the cover as Yeltsin counts...1...2...kickout again.

RS is livid over Yeltsin's apparently slow count. The large Russian begins yelling in his native tongue as RS gets in his face. A Secret Service agent steps between them and warns RS not to touch the diplomats. RS takes a step back, and CD gets him with a German suplex into the teacart. CD goes for the cover, and Clinton counts...1...2...3!!!

Prez Aaron shakes hands with President Clinton and the other dignitaries. They share a good laugh, as the Secret Service escorts them out of the building.

Jon Marx: "Well, this is a surprise. Things are really shaping up for this to be a very cataclysmic ending to the tournament."

Derek Ash: "Hmm, there goes your sister to the Snack booth again, I say the only thing cataclysmic going on is the amount of food she is inhaling."

Jon Marx: "She's a growing girl, she needs the energy. Besides, you don't get a stunning figure like that eating granola."

Derek Ash: "Growing hell, she's grown, and that stunning a figure is only gotten by eating more food than the city of Baltimore did last year. She personally was 4 million of McDonald's 1 billion served."

Jon Marx: "Well, okay, there is that, but it certainly hasn't hurt her career."

Derek Ash: "No, she's one of the most feared "athlete's" in the DECWF."

Jon Marx: "This is true, but her new boyfriend, I think his name is Lenny, is trying to get her to stay home more."

Derek Ash: "Isn't that the guy who got caught for pulling a Peewee Herman?"

Jon Marx: "I don't know if you could say he was caught. He never really tried to hide it, from what I understand. I think he even killed a man while doing that stuff."

Herbert: "Thank you for that stunning introduction. I've just received word as to the stipulations for the next match in this, the tournament to determine the first EWA Extreme World Champion. As you can see behind me, the crew is erecting a large scaffold over and above the ring. Additionally, weapons of various sizes and flavors are being placed upon said scaffold, along with tables, and other assorted dangerous items. I see that everything is in place, so let's all welcome "Sex Candy" Tommy Grayson!!

"Start me up" by the rolling stones starts to blare over the PA system as Grayson walks down the isle, escorted by Christine. He tells Christine to stay at ringside, then climbs up the immense scaffold, to where the match will take place.

Herbert: "Now, let's give a rousing ovation to his opponent, Dave "Red Dog" Slater!!"

"Money for Nothing" by Dire Straits pours out of the speakers, and Slater walks out from the back, towards the ring. As he approaches the scaffold he looks up to see Grayson taunting him. Never taking his eyes off of Grayson, he climbs to the top. Once topside, Slater confronts Grayson, and punches are exchanged. TG backs his opponent towards the edge, but DS starts to fight back, nailing TG with a clothesline. DS picks up a lead pipe and whacks TG in the knee, causing him to fall over in agony. DS picks up TG, and hits him with a piledriver onto the front grill of a DeLorean, imprinting the "DMC" logo into TG's forehead. DS walks over to the edge of the scaffold, and stares down at Christine.

DS yells, "Hey honey, I guess he's not to sexy now, huh? You wanna be with a real man, come with me for a time you'll never forget!" Meanwhile, TG is shaking the cobwebs out of his head, and sees DS yelling at Christine. TG picks up a shovel, and staggers over to DS. TG yells, "Hey, dick head!", and DS turns around only to be met with a shovel upside the head. DS staggers backwards, trying not to fall off the edge of the scaffold onto the tables below. TG takes a couple steps back, then connects with a super kick that sends DS over the edge. DS crashes through two tables head first, then bounces over the guardrail, and into the first row of fans. Blood stains the nice white T-shirt of a blonde girl as DS lies motionless in her lap. Grayson raises his arm in victory as EMT's pull the unconscious Slater out of the crowd.

Jon Marx: "Are they done yet?"

Derek Ash: "Yeah, I think they are. Wait a minute, no, that's just a man in the crowd with a rubber woman, by the way how's your relationship going."

Jon: "Well, all things considered, it's going good. I can't complain, though I do need to stop by a bike store and get a puncture repair kit."

Derek: "I guess whips and chains was not a good idea."

Jon: "Not really. She's very sensitive, you know."

Derek: "Blow outs a bitch, right?"

Jon: "You have no idea."

Herbert: "For our next exciting first round match will, in fact, take place in a 20 foot by 20 foot square pool of 3 foot deep salt water mixed with a healthy supply of lemon juice, surrounded by razor wire and anti-personal stakes. Either pinfall or submission will determine the winner of this match. Combatant number one, if he would kindly make his way to the ring, is...Johnny Sledge!"

Johnny Sledge walks down to the pool of water, and steps in, testing the water first to make sure it's not to cold. He inspects the razor wire, and finds it to be just as sharp as it's name implies.

Herbert: "And now, his opponent, who has been eagerly awaiting his turn, would you please welcome, Suicide King!"

Suicide King runs down to the ring, dives over the anti-personal stakes and barbed wire, and tackles Sledge with a huge splash of water. King gets up quickly, and places his fool on Sledge's throat, holding him underwater. The ref, who is wearing a pair of hip waders and a snorkel, begins to count, and King finally breaks the hold. King kicks at Sledge, but Sledge grabs the leg, and pushes it into the razor wire. Sledge gets to his feet as King tries to free his leg from the razor wire. Before he can do so, Sledge executes a German suplex that pulls King's leg out of the razor wire. King begins to thrash around in the water as he tries to keep his freshly wounded leg above water. Sledge kicks King's good leg out from under him, causing him to fall into the water. King shrugs off the urge to scream as the lemony salt water surrounds his open wounds. Slowly he rises, ducking an attempted clothesline by Sledge.

Sledge stops short or the razor wire, and turns to catch a dropkick that sends him into the razor wire that he was so desparately trying to avoid. Sledge lands flat on his back, his head narrowly missing an anti-personal stake. Sledge begins to thrash wildly as he tries to regain his footing, causing the razor wire to tear into his flesh like nacho chips into bean dip. As he finally stands, his entire upper body is covered in hundreds of cuts that even now drip down, staining the lemony salt water a dark crimson. Sledge races forward, catching King slightly off guard with a clothesline, followed by an elbow drop. Blood red water begins to splash everywhere as Sledge holds the head of King underwater until the ref is forced to break the hold. Sledge begins to argue with the ref, then notices that the water has gone still, and King has not surfaced. Sledge looks around, but can no longer see anything through the blood stained water. The ref begins to look worried as he tries to locate King. Across the ring, the body of King floats to the surface, face down. Sledge approaches cautiously. Suddenly, Sledge disappears under the water as King stands, gasping for breath, and holding one of Sledges legs in each hand. King locks on the figure four, and disappears under the water again. The ref disappears under the water as sledge begins to thrash about, sending water everywhere. After a few seconds the ref jumps to his feet, and signals for the bell.

Derek: "While, we are waiting for the second round of the elimination tournament, we now have this late-breaking match. This one comes straight from the national Zoo. Let's have on up for Dave Reiners vs. Paddie O'Lynch."

Jon: "Odious Joy, This should be a lot of fun."

The camera comes up to a gorilla pit in the Washington Zoo, where two large gorillas stare back at the camera before being herded out by the zoo keepers. As soon as the paddock door closes, "No More Mr. Nice Guy" by Alice Cooper blares... from some kid's radio. The Irish Rebel, Paddie O'Lynch, walks through a special tube connected to the opposite end of the "arena". The music is cut off, and another little radio blares out "Sweet Dreams" by Marilyn Manson. I'm not a big fan, but I'll refrain from comment. The Wolverine comes out of the paddock and instantly looks for a dark place as Dave Reiners follows the critter out of the tube. Instantly he tears into O'Lynch, striking with hands and feet, screaming, "IT'S WAR, BITCH, BRING IT ON!" Paddie looks pretty stunned at first, but then goes right back on the attack, holding his own. The men trade shots back and forth, and in truth, the match looks pretty yawnable. Then a masked man climbs down into the ring and opens the paddock where the gorillas are locked in! The two largest males instantly go on the rampage while the man gives the camera a thumbs up before scrambling up the ropes. The gorillas go instantly for both men, who look at each other, then take off running for a tower near the wall, but the lead gorilla hits a rillacanrana on O'Lynch! The second gorilla grabs Reiners and slams him into the wall with a TRUE Gorilla Press! Mopie, the first gorilla, jumps on O'Lynch's chest, then sits, eating a banana, while a third gorilla slaps the ground once...twice... THREE TIMES! The ref, hanging from the rope, calls out, "IT'S LEGAL!" The match is over!

Derek: "Wow, we should hire Mopie,"

Jon: "Oh, Hell yeah, that Gorilla kicks more ass than two thirds of our wrestlers."

 Derek: "Well, It's time to head to our semi-finals. This should be a great match."

Jon: "Hey, it should be more fun than a barrel of monkeys."

Derek: "But, it isn't as much fun as a night with your sister."

Jon: "Hey, how would you know that."

{The crowd goes wild as Sad But True by Metallica blares over the sound system in the Kennedy Center. The ring is blanketed with spotlights. When the lights switch back on the Crowd sees a Ford Extreme pulled down onto the ramp. They see Tommy Grayson in the ring, and JD Freeman walking that way. Freeman is carrying a baseball bat wrapped with Barbwire and is wearing an EWA rules shirt. He throws back his head and laughs then drops the bat at ringside. He climbs up and is met with a drop kick from the fast moving Grayson. Freeman flies back and lands on the guardrail. Grayson comes flying out with a suicide dive and connects smashing Freeman back against the rail once more. }

Freeman tries to stand, but is getting pummeled by Grayson. Grayson is throwing rights and lefts. Freeman is rocking back against the guardrail. Grayson finally picks him up and slams him against the apron. He goes to ram Freeman into the ring post, but misses sending himself into it. Freeman rolls into the ring, trying to catch his breath. Grayson looks stunned on the outside. He gets up on the apron after an 8 count and then starts through the ring ropes. Freeman launches a furious elbow, which causes Grayson to slam back out of the ring. He falls hard and JD grabs the top rope. With a huge yell he flips out over it and catches Grayson in the shoulders with a leg drop. Grayson goes down hard. Both men struggle to get to their feet. Grayson manages to catch Freeman with a boot to the leg and Freeman falls over. Grayson jumps on top of him, and they both are now flailing on each other. Grayson starts choking Freeman only to get raked in the eyes. Freeman stands and grabs his throat.

Grayson takes advantage of Freeman and slams him into the apron. Freeman struggles but gets turned around. Oh, a superplex on the floor. Freeman is hurting after that. Grayson picks Freeman up and rolls him into the ring. He goes to climb in put accidentally steps on the bat. It rolls out from beneath him and he ends up flipping back and landing on his head against the railing. He stands after a few seconds and climbs up to the apron. Freeman though has recovered. He hits a nasty shoulder block into the midsection of Grayson. Grayson doubles over and Freeman gut wrenches him up. He drops him against the ring ropes. Grayson is laying across the top rope. Freeman reaches over and grabs Grayson's feet. He flips him over and then falls back. He slingshots Grayson straight into the bottom rope. It hits Grayson right across the throat.

Grayson is rolling around in agony. Freeman picks him up. He sets him up, and hits a slingshot extreme plex. Grayson is out in the ring. Freeman rolls over him and grabs the legs. The ref falls and counts him out.

Jon: "Wow, that was an awesome match, I really thought Grayson had him."

Derek: "I had faith in JD. That was a piece of bad luck for Grayson though. If he hadn't stepped on the bat he might have had a chance to become the first EWA Extreme Champ."

Jon: "Now getting back to the question at hand. Did you ever sleep with my sister?"

Derek: "I can honestly say that I have never "Slept" with your sister."

Jon: "You son of a b....!" {Jon leaps across the table at Derek who ducks. The cameraman switches wisely to the ring}

The Extreme-Tron comes to life, showing the interior of the Capitol Hill Bar and Grill. The picture is somewhat grainy, but a few adjustments by the cameraman solves the problem. The establishment has pretty much been cleared except for a few patrons that insisted on staying through the match. The camera pans around the room and comes across Chris Douglas. He's sitting at the bar, enjoying a tall glass of beer, when suddenly... there is some sort of commotion at the other end of the bar. Suicide King has just entered and he comes at Douglas full tilt. Douglas slides off the stool that he was sitting on just in time to get tackled by Suicide King. The two men roll on the floor, sawdust sticking to their backs as they trade punches. Suicide King takes the advantagy by getting to his feet and stomping Douglas' head. Suicide King picks Douglas up and slams his head into the bar before throwing him over. Suicide King vaults over the bar, landing on Douglas' chest and starts nailing him with lefts and rights.

Douglas flails wildly and touches something with his left hand. He picks it up and the camera sees that it's an empty Jack Daniels bottle. Douglas mashes the bottle over Suicide King's head, shattering it into a hundred pieces. Suicide King falls back and Douglas slowly gets to his feet. Douglas picks Suicide King up and throws him back over the bar before vaulting over it himself. He then drags Suicide King to his feey and whips him into a pool table. Suicide King crashes onto the top of the table, sinking what looked like the * ball in the side pocket. Douglas picks up a cue stick and cracks it over Suicide King's back. He then takes the handle and begins choking Suicide King with it. The referee, who's just there to count a pinfall, is now sitting at the bar, enjoying a Sam Adams as he watches the action. Suicide King has rolled off of the table and Douglas circles around, looking for him, when from underneath the table, another cue stick is shoved out. The stick is shoved out, between Douglas' legs, tripping him up and Suicide King crawls out from underneath the table.Suicide King starts stomping Douglas right in the gut and finally, picks him up. Suicide King stands there with Douglas and sets him up on the pool table. He then climbs up there himself, setting Douglas up for the ride...

POWERBOMB right off the table and onto the floor!!!! Suicide King stands there for a moment, glaring down at Douglas before turning around and going for the MOONSAULT!!! NOOO!!!!!! Douglas rolls out of the way at the last possible second, avoiding the attempt!!! Douglas gets shakily to his feet and drags Suicide King over to the jukebox. When they reach the juke box, Douglas drops Suicide King and pushes a couple of buttons, starting up the music maker. I'm Better than You by Metallica pounds out over the speakers as he sets Suicide King up.... HOLY SHIT!!!! Samoan Bulldog right into the jukebox!!!!! The music abruptly stops as Douglas draws his thumb across his throat. He picks Suicide King up once more and hits the END OF THE LINE!!! He covers!!! The ref staggers on over and counts... Two... One... FIVE!!!! Someone in the back calls out... "That's THREE!!!" The ref shakes his head and repeats the word. THREE!!!!

Derek: "I know, I know you are all sitting there thinking what did I do with Jon Marx. Well the answer is nothing. When Jon leaped across at me he accidentally hit the plate of baklava that was sitting next to him. From there, the plate flipped over and hit one of the beautiful women who inhabit Washington. Unfortunately being the butch FemiNazi that she was, well she said he did it on purpose. I can tell you now that he did not. The problem was that she started coming after him. This brought out Security, but she called a couple of her girlfriends in from the side. The last thing I saw was the lights block out as Jon was saved by his gorgeous sister. Let me tell you, that woman has the biggest umm... well never mind. Anyway, Jon was taken outside by security because those politically correct witches were calling in the gay and lesbian rights party. Man sometimes I think we take this politically correct Bullshit to seriously."

Butch Lesbian: "Hey, shut up fat ass."

Derek: "I may be fat, but you are ugly. And I can lose weight."

{The crowd surges towards Derek who raises a chair as if to ward them off. The producer wisely goes to the ring.}

{The lights go off in the Kennedy Center causing the crowd to go absolutely wild. This is it this is show-time. The time when the men stop being the boys and become totally crazy. Strobe lights start flaring out and the lights go totally insane. Flashes and crashes are heard, and Enter Sandman by Metallica goes off in the speakers. A large oval cage is being dropped from where it was hidden in the ceiling. You hear the airlocks go off when the thing touches the floor. Huge clamps lock it down, and you hear the final click and it then it all goes to silence. The center lights up and you see the Thunderdome. It's huge and there is a large metal ring in the center of it. Bungee cords are attached to the ring and they hang down from the center. The entire ring has been moved out and there is just bare floor beneath the dome. The crowd goes wild as Michael Dodge steps into the ring. He calls out for a microphone and the crowd goes wild. He leans his head back, and says "For the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world, Please drink Fruitcola." Yes, it's a shameless plug but hey how else can we work in the Kennedy Center.}

The lights go out once again and "Better than you" by Metallica cranks up loud and clear. Chris Douglas looking a little bruised and rather bloody struts down to the ring. He climbs up onto the cage and then slides around checking it out. He decides it works rather well and then walks in. He goes over and waits patiently as the crowd goes wild. The Extreme Dream JD Freeman strolls out into the center. "Sad but True" starts up and the crowd starts singing along. He races down into the dome and then Mike Dodge scrambles outside. This is the Extreme Match up we have all been waiting for. There are no referee's there are no rules. Last man standing wins. The fun thing is that we attach bungee cords on each man and let them have at it. Each man climbs up to the top of the cage and gets strapped in, and a horn sounds. The lights go off and the strobes start up. The entire dome lights up with electricity, and the voltage starts causing sparks.

JD Freeman bounces down and turns a flip, which is surprising for the big man. As he turns around Douglas gets in a springboard off the electrified cage and slams JD back against it. He flies out of the cage and clotheslines Douglas. Douglas goes flying back and then starts swinging in. Freeman using his momentum right catches Douglas and then rams him face first into the metal cage. Douglas swings back out to be met with a short kick as JD swings by. Douglas though manages to kick off the cage and bounces down to the floor. He lands a furious uppercut that send JD towards the rafters. Douglas manages to grab him and then hits a huge spine breaker on a bounce from the top of the cage. Freeman is motionless for a second then ricochets back up. He manages a small flip and then drives his feet down into the upcoming Douglas. Douglas reverses motion and hits the floor hard. Freeman lands on him and manages to grab at a crack in the floor. He holds Douglas down, then lets him go. Douglas flies up like he was shot out of a rubber band gun. He hits the top of the cage and sparks fly. When he lands back towards the floor you can see a burned streak along his chest.

Freeman takes this opportunity to let go and on the down swing he manages to catch the semi-limp as a noodle Douglas in the head. Douglas flips over, which sends his feet into JD's head sending him flying back against the cage. He swings out, and Douglas manages to catch him in a leg lock/ bear hug. Douglas has him screaming as all the pressure from the harness is coupled with the pressure from Douglas's legs. He really has Freeman on the ropes so to speak. Freeman looks like his is going unconscious. Finally Freeman starts swinging. He manages to reach out after two minutes of this and grabs the cage. This causes the current to run out through him and into Douglas. Both men howl in pain, but Freeman pushes off and the rocket across the dome. Douglas tries to turn, but can't quite manage it. His head is rammed into the cage. He screams in agony and lets go off Freeman, who swings back. Douglas throws himself off the rope and gets caught in the midsection with a kick. Freeman starts climbing his Cord. He gets to the top to the ring above, which isn't electrified. He grabs hold with his legs and then hauls the stunned Douglas up. He pulls him up to his shoulder and then lets go. In mid air he flips over and then launches Douglas towards the floor. A massive sidewalk slam happens, and Douglas bounces back into the air after he hits the floor. Freeman takes this opportunity to leg drop across the rebounding Douglas. Douglas comes up holding his throat.

Derek: "We're all out of time, This is Derek Ash signing off for Jon Marx. Come back Next week and you can see what happened after the PPV."

{You can see a free for all taking place in the Kennedy Center behind the scrambling Derek Ash. Several Wrestlers appear to drag him to safety.}