EWA Presents

JUNE 10, 1998

ONE DAY ONLY FROM THE STUDIOS IN

ROCHESTER

Derek: "Here we are tonight, and what a glorious night it is. Jon Marx is on his way folks, but we have some special late breaking news. Just 6 days ago, Jon and his lovely wife and yes I said wife Jeanie were married in sunny Las Vegas."

Jon: <carrying a large suitcase> "Am I late? Tell me I'm not late."

Derek: "Now, tonight we have some pretty intense match ups. We have Charles vs. the Indian "Slater" and we have Pimp Daddy J in a match up with Bishop. Wait, I've just been handed a news flash. Bishop has the month off for personal reasons, and we have an Extreme title match up tonight."

Jon: "Fuck, I'm late. I knew we'd be late. She just had to have that shag in the phone booth at the airport. Damn it."

Derek: "Manners my dear boy, we do not "SHAG" and tell. By the way old chap did I mention that your sister was on the way, and she was decidedly unhappy that you didn't invite her to be in the wedding, of course where you would have found the lace for the dress is beyond me."

Jon: "Sis is on her way? Fuck, fuck, fuck. What was I supposed to do? Jeanie wanted to elope. She had the plane tickets in her hands before we even went off the air last week."

Derek: "See this is why you thank your long time pal, I realized this and decidedly whisked off to the Lacemakers, and somehow, between the ladies there, your credit card, and a $1000 dollar tip managed to get this sheer lace dress made so you can give it to her. It's in her favorite color, PUCE."

Jon: "Oh man, you're a life saver. Not one of those nasty, coconut flavored ones you get in the tropical fruit pack. More like a mint flavored one. or the red ones. God I really dig on those red ones. I need a breath mint. Does anyone have a breath mint? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEBODY GET ME A BREATH MINT!"

Derek: "Anywho, I just wanted to tell you that I have changed my life totally around. I told your sister that our "Relationship" was over, and I have found a real woman to take her place."

Jon: "How did she take it? I don't see any casts. Internal bleeding can be a bitch. Let me know if you need to be rushed to the hospital. The Bridal Limo is waiting out front."

Derek: "Well, she was hurt of course. But after she had cried for a while, and I think that my tweed shirt is four sizes smaller now, we determined that it was for the best. Now she has a crush on one of the wrestlers."

Jon: "My, she took it better than I expected she would. Though I wouldn't expect her new relationship to last. She's on the rebound, and all. It's not going to be a pretty sight. I think I may have to move to France."

Derek: "Actually, she decided she was going to try for someone a little more in her weight class. So, Verge Darsow, I'm warning you now. That woman is gonna be a whole lot of loving you may not be able to handle."

Jon: <looks at his pager> "Oh dear. I...uh....have to go to...the...uh...bathroom. Yeah, the....uh...bathroom. I'll be right back." up and sprints off stage>

Derek: "Well, Lets look at our first match up of the night. This one has been building for a long time. Mr. Sledge decided that he would be the first out of the locker room to take on the yet unseen DR or Dirk Ryan. We saw Dirk quite a bit for a while, but he hasn't been his old self as of late. This could make for an interesting Match up."

Dirk Ryan is busted open after hitting his head on the other ladder! Ryan gets up and Sledge gets out from under the debris and trips Ryan up...Ryan's blood makes a spreading stain on the mat, while Johnny Sledge's gash is slowly dripping blood. The blood is dripping down his nose and getting into his eyes. Sledge picks up the ladder and sets it up in the center of the ring, he limps towards Dirk Ryan, but Dirk hits him with a low blow with an impact so hard, that it makes a loud smack throughout the EWA arena!! Sledge is writhing in pain, he tries to go to the ladder for refuge from Ryan, but Ryan smashes his head right against the side of the ladder and carries Sledge up the ladder? Both Sledge and Ryan are now battling out on the top of the ladder, which is right next to the ropes...Ryan nails Sledge with a hard blow to the head and Sledge almost falls off, but Ryan grabs him and attempts a suplex off the ladder, but the weight of Ryan and Sledge tip over the ladder and they fall thirteen feet to the outside of the ring through two tables!!! The crowd is going wild! There are chants of "YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP!"!! Sledge looks to be unconscious...Ryan is trying valiantly to get up, he's got a bad gash on his head, his body is stained with blood. Sledge crawls back into the ring, and Ryan goes in at the same time...Ryan throws another table in the ring...sets it up and takes a steel chair and smashes Sledge over the head with it...and then executes the CRITICAL DANGER on Sledge through the table!!!!! Suddenly, the crowd backs up, Dirk Ryan doesn't know what's going on...somebody screams "DUCK!!!!", Dirk Ryan takes debris from the table and shields himself...and suddenly, THE RING EXPLODES!!!!! THERE IS SMOKE FILLING THE EWA ARENA!!!!! BOTH DIRK RYAN AND JOHNNY SLEDGE ARE STILL IN THE RING! When the smoke clears, Johnny Sledge is still alive, but he is still unconscious from the Critical Danger finisher! Dirk Ryan is still in the same condition...bloody and bruised. Some of the ropes are still burning from the explosion...Ryan goes over and covers Sledge...one....two....three!! Dirk Ryan wins!

Derek: "Uhh, Jon buddy, this isn't a solo feed. I guess he took a little longer in the Uh uhhhhh, well than necessary. We haven't had a match like that in a long time."

Jon: <Jon returns looking disheveled and relaxed. He is also smoking a cigarette> "Oh man that felt good. What'd I miss?"

Derek: "Well, you just missed the uncomprehendable. Dirk Ryan just won his first match here in the EWA. Can you believe that."

Jon: "Yeah yeah, great, whatever. What's next on the menu? I, uh, have some business to take care of after the show, and it can't wait."

Derek: "I believe we have the impromptu match that I told you about at the first of the show. Pimp Daddy J has now met his match in the champion JD Freeman. In fact we decided to play a trick on him and well. He still thinks that he is wrestling Bishop tonight. Little does he know he's in for a world of hurt"

Jon: "He's still alive? I thought he died last week, or did I just dream that?"

Derek: "Oh no, he is facing Mr. Freeman tonight live on our show and up next. Can you believe that. And we practically gave these tickets away."

Jon: "I was talking about Freeman."

Derek: "Oh, yes he's still here and yes he's still our champion. This looks to be a tough match any way you watch it. I'm glad we are up here and they're down there."

Pimp Daddy J walks out to the ringside area with what looks like some sort of championship belt around his waist although we all know that PDJ did not win the battle royal. He steps into the ring and asks for the mike.

PDJ: Well, well, well Bishop I promised you a title shot and that is exactly what you are going to get, and although the suits in the company might not recognize this belt, I do. And so do all the bitches in the world, because as of now I proclaim myself the World Heavyweight Bitch's Champion.

[Close up of the belt it is a black leather strap with gold plating (just like every other belt in the wrestling industry) it has the EWA logo in the middle and has World Heavyweight Bitch's Champion lettered on it. There are pictures of many beautiful women engraved into the gold.]

PDJ: Now Bishop prepare for me to TURN YOU OUT!!!!

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to things beyond the EWA's control, Bishop will not be able to wrestle tonight. (crowd boos)

( Pimp Daddy J grabs the mic and pushes the ref through the cage door in anger )

Pimp Daddy: Listen, this is messed up. Bishop, you little pussy, now I don't have a match!

( All of a sudden, Sad But True by Metallica blares over the speakers as heavyweight champ JD Freeman comes down to the ring with a mic in his hands. )

Freeman: You want a match?? YOU GOT ONE!

(Freeman dashes down the aisle and jumps in the ring where an impromptu match up starts to begin between him and Pimp Daddy J. )

The two men exchange lefts and rights as the crowd is going crazy for this match! PDJ knocks Freeman down to the mat first and grabs his arm. PDJ jumps on the arm a few times, causing pain to Freeman. PDJ grabs Freeman by his hair and drags him over to the ropes wrapped in barbwire. PDJ lifts up JD Freeman, but he jumps over Pimp and kicks him in the back of the neck! PDJ falls down, right in front of the barbwire. Freeman lifts him back up and hits a bodyslam. He goes for the cover... One...tw..no! Pimp Daddy J is able to kick out. JD grabs PDJ by the arm and nails him with a beautiful short-arm clothesline. He quickly lifts PDJ back up and HOVERS him high over his head with a gorilla press. Freeman drops him and quickly gets a running start. He lands with an elbow drop and then covers again. The ref counts. One..two..no. PDJ kicks out and gets back up to his feet as the two men lock up. Freeman goes for another short-arm clothesline but Pimp ducks and hits a low blow! PDJ looks around and sees a few chairs and a couple tables behind the ropes. He grabs a chair without getting cut on the barbwire. He lifts up the chair just as Freeman gets up and NAILS him!

The crowd heat begins to pick up as Pimp lifts up Freeman. He hits JD in the stomach with the chair, then hits a knee lift with the chair! Oh gosh!! Freeman falls to the mat as Pimp Daddy J covers. One..two..NO! He quite easily kicks out, even though he looks pretty hurt. PDJ turns his back to make a gesture to the crowd. Once he turns around, Freeman dropkicks him into the barbwire! Pimp Daddy's back begins to tear and he is cut open pretty badly!!! PDJ starts screaming in pain as he lunges himself off of the barbwire. In a rage, Pimp begins to throw fists, knocking down Freeman in the process. He lifts up JD and hits a snap-suplex. PDJ grabs JD and hits an atomic drop! He sets up the chair again and gets a running start... Bulldog onto the chair by Pimp Daddy J! Awesome maneuver! PDJ calls for it yet again as he gets some steam.. He attempts it, but Freeman catches him in a side-suplex. Side-suplex onto the chair!! Right onto PDJ's back! Both men lay on the mat..

Freeman gets back up to his feet first and grabs a table from one of the corners. He sets it up while Pimp Daddy gets up to his feet. Freeman turns around and PDJ connects with an elbow smash, knocking JD down. PDJ grabs the table and puts it near the ropes. Freeman gets up, and tries to clothesline Pimp from behind. PDJ ducks and.. choke slam through the table!! What a reversal by Pimp Daddy! PDJ lifts up Freeman again and.. OH MY GOD! SLINGSHOT SUPLEX INTO THE BARBWIRE!! Freeman is cut open badly on the neck, as both men lay there, bloodied, battered and bruised. Pimp covers!!

One...two..th..NO! Freeman kicks out! Both men start throwing fists at each other while on their knees as the crowd begins to stomp their feet. Pimp makes it up to his feet first and Irish-whips Freeman. Freeman reverses it and grabs Pimp Daddy in a power slam position. JD points to the cage, and THROWS PDJ onto it! Pimp nails the steel and gets zapped! He is laying on top of the barbwire ropes now... This is unbelievable!! A very bloodied JD Freeman grabs a bloody Pimp Daddy and lifts him upside down. Freeman hits the tombstone piledriver as the referee begins to count. One....two....thre..NO! PDJ gets the shoulder up somehow as the crowd claps in delight.

Freeman lifts up Pimp for yet another tombstone... Pimp reverses it and tombstones Freeman onto the chair! Pimp attempts to roll over onto Freeman, but he rolls the wrong way. Both men get up to their feet to the count of nine as they start brawling some more. Pimp Daddy hits a side suplex, and he's climbing to the top! He's getting cut by the barbwire, but he doesn't seem to care. PDJ jumps and hits a top-rope leg drop onto Freeman! PDJ slowly gets up as Freeman lays there motionless. Pimp grabs a chair and climbs to the top yet again! He gets up there, but Freeman is up! Freeman lunges over and grabs the ropes, causing....ooohhh. Pimp lands on the barbwire crotch first as he drops the chair!! Freeman grabs the chair and nails Pimp Daddy over the head, causing the chair to break. Freeman grabs PDJ's neck and lifts him up.. He suplexes him into the cage for another time! Pimp Daddy J is all cut up and writhing in pain, as Freeman lifts him up again. JD goes for another suplex, but PDJ blocks it and suplexes Freeman onto the mat hard. Both get up at the same time, but PDJ connects with two kicks to the stomach and a knee lift. Pimp Daddy is starting to make a comeback. He tries to throw JD to the ropes, but its reversed. PDJ hits the ropes, grazing the barbwire as Freeman attempts a back drop. He ducks, but Pimp stops and hits a thunderous DDT!! He makes his way on top of JD Freeman and goes for the cover!! The ref slowly counts as everyone waits in anticipation.

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREAA--NNNOOOOOO!

Freeman gets to his knees as Pimp Daddy J looks on in disbelief. PDJ grabs Freeman by the hair and turns his neck around. INVERTED DDT! Pimp goes for the cover, but quickly gets back up and starts pummeling the champion. PDJ slaps Freeman a couple times, then lifts him over his shoulders. He hits a monstrous Samoan drop as both men lay there, exhausted. Pimp gets up first, but Freeman catches him with a jaw-breaker. Freeman hits a piledriver, then starts waving to the dressing room area... Wait a minute! It's Chris Douglas and SuperReactor!! SuperReactor is carrying a ladder and Douglas has two tables in his hand. They force one of the refs to open the door, so they throw the stuff in the ring as the crowd begins to boo. SuperReactor pulls out a box of matches and some lighter fluid as well!! OH NO!! He throws them in the ring, then a bunch of refs take the two back to the locker room.

Freeman grabs the ladder and whips it at PDJ, opening another gash in his head. Pimp lays on the mat as JD sets up one of the tables. Wait, he sets up another table on top of the other one!! Pimp starts to get up to his feet as Freeman spills lighter fluid all over the tables. JD pulls out the box of matches, but he gets nailed by the ladder! Pimp Daddy J threw the ladder back at Freeman, and the box of matches lay right beside him! PDJ slowly gets back to his composure as Freeman begins to get up. JD gets up and knocks down Pimp with a football tackle. He then dives at the matches, but they are fighting over them! Freeman and Pimp Daddy J are rolling around the red-covered ring as they fight for the matches. Pimp hits a knee to the ground, then grabs a piece of barbwire and starts hammering JD with it! Freeman is down on the mat as Pimp grabs the matches. He sparks one, and tosses it on the tables as they start to burn! The crowd goes nuts as PDJ sets up the ladder near the flaming tables.

Both men are on their feet now as they struggle to get on the ladder. Freeman hits with a forearm, Pimp hits with a right cross. Both men run near the ropes and attempt clotheslines. Both duck, and they hit a double clothesline! Freeman and Pimp Daddy J lay on the mat for a long time as the crowd chants. "Get up, get up, get up". Both men slowly get up, on opposite sides of the ladder. They both start to climb the ladder! Both men are equally the same distance away from the ladder as they sluggishly throw fists at each other. They begin to lock up, and Pimp attempts to lift up Freeman! He almost gets him up, but the ladder begins to rock back and forth. THE LADDER FALLS OVER! BOTH MEN GO THROUGHT TH FLAMING TABLES!

The crowd goes wild, but then becomes silent with fear.. Both men lay there, and when the smoke passes, JD Freeman's arm is on Pimp Daddy J's chest. The ref counts! One...two...three!! JD Freeman wins one of the most grueling matches ever!

Jon: "Well, somebody has to do it. I'm just surprised that we get paid so much to do this."

Derek: "Well, after those femi-nazi's in Washington, I'm surprised we don't ask for more money."

Jon: "You mean, you didn't? They're giving me hazardous duty pay. Weren't you at that meeting?"

Derek: "No, they just extended my contract for 4 more years, with a pay out of a little over 300 thou a year."

Jon: "You should have gone for the hazardous duty pay. $300,000 a night. You got ripped my boy."

Derek: "Well, that's cool, but did you get a share in T-shirt sales?"

Jon: "15%"

Derek: "That's neat, but I got a cool 35%. It could rise when we do action figures."

Jon: "But you see, I don't need more than 15% of the T-shirts. $300,000 per night of hazardous duty pay more than makes up for it. Not to mention the 10% of the gate and the 32% of the beer and cigarette sales."

The theme song to My Three Sons plays, and out come Alistair Cloudfruit, the Hanging Judge, and special guest referee MOST exalted, Mopie the Gorilla. The judge is walking to the ring in his usual pious manner, but the monkey and the... Cloudfruit... are walking like an Egyptian. They get into the ring, and Mopie starts stretching in the corner. Cloudfruit starts to tell him that he's the referee, but Mopie refuses to listen. Cloudfruit pulls out a squeaky hammer and baps Mopie in the head. The monkey falls. Alistair pulls out a microphone, and spreads his other arm wide, a grin on his face.

Alistair: So let it be written so let it be done like cherry blossom Studebakers and turnbuckles on ice, ice, like the cold, cold reality that a contender should not work for a living, living in sin, sin of time, of life, of meaninglessness, a ray of light, a ray of Anthony. Dragon in the ground, Dragon in the sky, Dragon around these cares and lemonade flavored rock music like so much instant Jello.

In the back, some beatnicks start to snap, They are surrounded by burly men, also snapping.

"Victory" by the Notorious B.I.G. slams through the speakers and Ray Anthony runs from the back and instantly starts pounding on the mat, howling, trying to get the audience... the quiet, quiet... eerily quiet audience behind him. The Judge looks at him stoically, but Cloudfruit joins him, finally illiciting cheers from the audience. Ray stands up, looking pissed, when through the speakers comes. Nothing. That's right, a wrestler is coming out, and there is NO music to accompany him. None. Jason Dragon walks out to the ring, a man who was formerly in the top ten, and points to Cloudfruit, who smiles brightly and winks at him, causing spontaneous shudders of revulsion from every testosterone drenched person in the building and watching at home. Dragon snarls.

Dragon: I challenged you and the bailiff long ago, Circus Freak, now I want my match and I want it now!

Mopie, the Judge, and Cloudfruit confer, for a long, long time, Mopie every once in a while peeking up to look at Dragon, who's getting angrier and angrier. Finally, the Judge picks up a microphone and glares at Dragon before speaking.

Judge: The three of us have spoken... and we've come to a decision...

The audience listens intently.

Judge: Miller Light is good because it Tastes Great!

Cloudfruit: No, it's less filling!

Judge: Tastes great!

Cloudfruit: Less filling!

Judge: Tastes great!

Cloudfruit: Less filling!

Judge: Tastes great!

Cloudfruit: Less filling!

Dragon has had enough, and slides into the ring, taking both men down with a double clothesline. Mopie meets him head on with a HUGE dropkick! Dragon stands, and Alexander picks up Cloudfruit, but gets a punch in the head for his troubles!! All four men are brawling in the middle of the ring, and Mopie is jumping around, screaming like an... well, like an ape. Suddenly, from the back, and with GREAT fanfare, comes VP Artful. The our men stop, even Mopie stops, and look at the VP curiously. Artful pulls a mic out of his finely tailored jacket, smiles a bright, flashing smile, and speaks.

Artful: So, Dragon, you want a piece of this action? So be it. This match is now a tag team match, Ray Anthony and Jason Dragon vs. Hanging Judge and Alistair Cloudfruit. Mopie is still the ref.

The audience cheers wildly at this beloved man, this man among men, this signer of contracts and paychecks... not that Prez Aaron or VP Derek are anything to sneeze at... Really, they're all on the same plain... just... Artful is... here.. Let's get on with the match, shall we?

Anthony and Cloudfruit are in the ring, Dragon in his corner frowning with his arms crossed, almost pouting. Alexander goes for a short arm clothesline, but gets it reversed into an arm drag. Anthony tries to get out of it, and physically drags Cloudfruit to the corner, and tags in Dragon. Dragon climbs to the top rope while Cloudfruit keeps a hold of the arm bar... DRAGON LEAPS OFF WITH A MISSLE DROPKICK ON CLOUDFRUIT!! Anthony is in extreme pain, his arm having been in the hold while Dragon drove Cloudfruit to the mat. Dragon ignores Anthony, who crawls to the apron, and whips Cloudfruit into the ropes, connecting with... wait, Cloudfruit rolls under it in a surprisingly acrobatic forward tumble. He comes up and hits an enzuigiri! How did he do that roll? There's the answer! Mopie is eating a banana, and there's three or four banana peels in the ring! That's a safety hazard! But... then... so are a lot of our matches...

Dragon kicks Cloudfruit into his corner, then stands there, grinning, waiting for the tag. Judge tags Cloudfruit out, then walks toward Dragon. Dragon laughs, and punches at Judge, who ducks and rocks Dragon with a European uppercut! He hits another, then flings the hurting Dragon into the ropes! NO!! He hits MOPIE! Mopie is glaring at him... he gets another banana, and starts to peel it, but Dragon takes it away! Mopie is PISSED!! He's growling, snarling, but Dragon isn't giving up the banana. DRAGON SLAMS THE BANANA DOWN AND STEPS IN IT!! MOPIE IS IN A FRENZY, MOPIE IS IN A FRENZY!! He grabs Dragon and CHOKESLAMS him to the mat! Dragon is trying to get up, and Mopie SLAMS HIM IN THE BACK WITH A STANDING 450 SPLASH!!! Dragon is down, he's hurt, Mopie is on his back pounding Dragon's head into the mat! Anthony comes out to try to pull Mopie off his impromptu partner, but SLIPS ON A BANANA PEEL RIGHT INTO MOPIES FIST!! Mopie slams him across the ring without realizing! Anthony hits the ringpost with a dull thud! He's out cold! Mopie finally gets off of Dragon and starts pounding the mat, 1-2-3!! 1-2-3!! Alistair picks Dragon up, and Judge lays on the mat. Cloudfruit POWERSLAMS dragon onto Judge! Dragon is draped across Judge's shoulders, and Mopie slaps the mat more... 1-2-3!! THE TIMEKEEPER RINGS THE BELL!! THIS FIGHT IS OVER!!

Winner: Ummm... Dragon and Anthony via... the other guys losing.

Derek: "Well, that was a hell of a match, Lets watch the Fat Tom's replay, and see the action as it goes down."

Jon: "That was a match? I only blinked for a moment. Such fast paced action we have going on here. Yes, let's see that replay, I want to know what I missed."

Jon: "That was fantastic! I don't know how I could have missed it the first time!"

Derek: "Oh, yes. Anyway so tell me how was the honeymoon."

Jon: "Well, you know how it is being on honeymoon. You have, after all, been married 37 times. Granted, most of them were only for a couple of weeks, but the honeymoon is basicly the same regardless."

Derek: "Yes, but 36 were to the same woman, in a 16 month period of time. She just loved the honeymoon."

Jon: "Can you blame her? The honeymoon is the best part. I gotta tell ya, I really dug mine. I could do it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and..."

Derek: "Well, that certainly is enough of that. per chance did you see the card, for up next we have the wonderful, the excitable fang and Mr. JD I mean Tommy Grayson."

Jon: "I've seen the way you've been checking out Violet's knockers, you horny old bastard. Not that I blame you."

Derek: "Hey, It's not Violet I'm checking out. It's that cute little writer that always follows them around. You know Nina. And hell, I'm only 25."

Jon: "25?! Step aside grandpa, let the...oh, never mind. Let's just go to the match."

Without hesitation TG runs into the ring and starts to pummel Fang. Both men are now head to head exchanging blows. TG gives Fang a swift kick into the gut and then gives him a swinging neck breaker as Fang hunches over from the kick. TG picks up Fang and throws him into the ropes. TG follows it with a clothesline knocking Fang back down on his ass. Once again TG picks up Fang and throws him into the ropes, this time TG misses the clothesline and Fang comes back with a drop kick connecting TG right on his chin. Fang goes for the cover, 1......2.....no TG kicks out. Fang scoops up TG and slams him, then follows with a standing elbow drop. Grayson gets back up as if he wasn't phased by the blow and punches Fang in the head a few times. Fang seems to be hurt. TG picks up Fang and delivers a belly to back suplex. He picks Fang up again and delivers a vertical suplex. Fang looks winded. TG goes for the cover, 1.....2.....thrrr.....no Fang barely kicks out. TG throws Fang over the ropes. He climbs the turnbuckles and leaps off with a suicide dive. He connects with Fang and with the railing. Grayson seems to have busted himself open. Fang grabs a chair and hits TG across the back. TG shrieks in pain. Again onto the back. Fang lifts the chair once more, but no, Grayson punches Fang right into the balls. The crowd cheers. Both men hurt. The referee making his way to the top of the count.

TG is the first one back into the ring. Fang follows but is met by Grayson. Grayson backs Fang up into the corner and delivers a knife edge right to Fangs chest. The crowd lets off a whooo with each blow. He sends Fang into the other corner and follows with a lariat right to the back of his head. Fang falls. Grayson goes to the top. Oh man, he tries to deliver a moonsault but misses. Fang rolled out of the way just in the nick of time. The referee begins to count to ten. Fang recovers first and picks up TG for a scoop slam. Picks him back up then throws him into the ropes and delivers a drop kick. Once again Fang picks up TG gives him a piledriver. Blood still slightly oozing from the forehead of Grayson. Fang begins to hit Grayson on top of the head trying to open the wound. No wait now here comes Grayson lunging towards Fang and biting him right in the face. A chunk seems to be missing from Fangs cheek. Blood starts to creep out as Fang screams in pain. He then starts to choke the life out of Fang. Grayson seems to still have fight in him.

The crowd begins to chant his name as he slam Fang down on the mat and heads back up to the top. TG launches off the top rope and delivers a knee drop connecting right on the chest of Fang. He picks up limp Fang and delivers a DDT. This looks like the end for Fang. TG once more picks up Fang and sets him onto his shoulders. Bam! TG delivers a back breaker. The ref counts 1....2.....thrrr NO! Fang barely gets his shoulder up. Grayson looks shocked and gets in the referee's face slapping his hands together saying that it should of been a 3 count. Fang gets up with TG not knowing and plows right into him making him run into the referee. The referee is out cold. Grayson stumbles to his feet. Fang reaches into his tights and grabs a foreign object. He puts it over his knuckles and punches Grayson right in the face with it. Grayson is out cold. Fang revives the referee. The referee counts, 1.....2......ttthhhrrrr...NO! Grayson gets his shoulder up. Fang grabs Grayson and delivers his breaking point. He then rolls TG over and puts him into the lions roar. There seems to be no life in TG from receiving the blow to the face. The referee slowly makes his way to TG but TG is out of it. The referee sounds for the bell.

Derek: "Damn, Jon. That was pretty intense. But wait, what the hell is that. Someone just walked out of the dressing rooms."

Jon: "Is it my snookums?"

Derek: "No, it's much to ugly to be her. Oh it's that dork Blake Westam

Well, we're preparing for the next match... the ring announcer is raising the microphone to his lips. Wait! Someone is coming down to the ring! It's Blake Westam! He rips the microphone from the announcers hands and glares at the silent audience before raising it to his lips.

Westam: Now, last week I called a couple of people out, but evidently they were too afraid to face a REAL wrestler. Well, tough, because I'm not taking "no" for an answer! Somebody get that dog-named freak Fang out here!

Suddenly "War Ensemble" by Slayer rips through the speakers, and a hand extends out of the curtain. Fang comes out to a huge pop, walking toward the ring. He looks a little tired, but he's striding confidently toward the ring. He rolls in, the gets the mic from Westam.

Fang: Well, I said anytime you wanted to come out and see what I can do, then I'll be happy to show you. And I'm a man of my word.

With that he drops the mic. The two circle each other, not even waiting for the ref, who climbs into the ring seconds later. They lock up, and Fang gets the upper hand, whipping Westam into the ropes. He catches him with a clothesline, halfheartedly, and Westam gets right back up. He lunges at Fang, who spins out of the way but doesn't counter. Westam gets him with a backwards kick to the chest. Fang staggers back, but still waits for Westam to attack. Westam gets mad and screams at Fang to do something, then grabs him and whips him into the ropes. He goes for a drop kick, but Fang puts on the breaks and Westam hits the mat hard! Fang picks him up and hits a DDT! He looks at Westam lying there, and shakes his head. He's starting to get out of the ring. Westam stands up and shouts at Fang to get back in the ring. Him and Fang argue, then Fang gets back in. Westam immediately goes on the attack, lifting him for a power slam before Fang is even on his feet! He picks him up by the hair, and slams his face into his knee! Fang is dazed, his earlier fight having taken a lot out of him! Westam picks Fang up and begins screaming in his face, "THIS IS HOW A REAL MAN FIGHTS!" and hits a swinging neckbreaker! Fang is down, and Westam is playing the crowd, but getting very few cheers. He's on the second turnbuckle, trying to get the crowd behind him, when suddenly the crowd begins to ROAR! Westam is nodding his head, grinning like a fool and raising his hands... FANG IS BEHIND HIM, HE'S UP BEHIND WESTAM!! GERMAN SUPLEX OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!!!

Fang instantly rolls up, he's got a real mad on now! He lifts Westam and starts raining lefts and rights on him, then thrusts his foot straight out and slams Westam into the corner! Fang is still beating him mercilessly. He slams Westam hard, then lifts him for a scoop power slam! He lifts him, not waiting at all, and hits an enzuigiri! Westam is down in the mat, but slowly getting up, and the crowd is going nuts. Fang hits a short arm clothesline, then lifts him and hits a tombstone into the corner post! Westam is busted open! He's out on his feet. Westam tries to turn it around, but Fang hits another enzuigiri! He lifts Westam up, looks at him, shakes his head, and does a TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER, RIGHT ON THE POINT OF HIS BENT KNEE!! Westam is writhing in agony, when Fang locks on a boston crab... wait.. he's leaning WAY BACK!! Westam is screaming, his back already weakened and hurt by that backbreaker... he's howling in agony. The ref asks him if he wants to give up... Westam taps out, and Fang releases the move! Fang wins!

Fang gets out of the ring and looks at Westam, who's still writhing in pain. He shakes his head, and heads out to... the lobby?! I think he's going the wrong way. Fang goes out the lobby doors, and we can see him looking both ways before the doors close.

Jon: "You know. I think you're right. Nina is a tad on the hot side. Not that I noticed. I'm not allowed to anymore."

Derek: "So, you know her and fang better. Maybe you could introduce me dude."

Jon: "Well, I'll see what I can do. Though I can't guarantee anything."

<Pulls out his cell phone>

Derek: "That's all I ask. Now, Let's see who's next. I do believe that it is time for Chance Charles, the EX Mr. Wednesday Night to work a little magic on The INDIAN himself Mr. Slater."

Jon: "When did chance become the Ex Mr. Monday Night?

Derek: "Well, He dropped that several weeks ago. I know, you've been lusting after Jeannie, but surely you noticed that?"

Jon: "I must have missed that. But, as you say, I was a bit preoccupied. He really dropped the MR. Monday Night thing, eh?"

Derek: "Well, It was Mr. Wednesday Night, but he dropped it faster than you did your pants last Saturday night."

Derek: "Man, did you have to put it that way. You make it sound cheap and tawdry."

Jon: "Hey, I can't lie to Violet. She see's right through them. Besides, Nina will be up here in 10 minutes."

Derek: "Damn, way to go Jon. You da man. Now on to the next match."

Deep Purple blares over the PA as Chance Charles makes his way to the ring. He receives cheers. He makes his way to the ring where he begins to flex to the crowd. The music stops and the attention goes to the entranceway. Slater comes from the crowd and begins pummeling Charles from behind. Slater's three fans are doing the tomahawk chop and dressed in feathers as Slater knocks Charles motionless. Slater climbs the ropes and does the tomahawk chop back to his fans. Charles gets to his feet, wobbling a little and goes over to the corner where he is greeted by a chop to the head and is quickly drop back to the mat. Slater picks CC up by the hair and Irish whips him...but CC reverses it and tosses Slater into the corner. CC follows up with a HUGE splash. He had to be 10 feet in the air. Slater falls flat on his face. CC picks him up and body slams into the center of the ring. CC climbs the top rope and hits a big elbow off the top rope. Slater is twitching in the center of the ring. CC goes to the outside and slides one table into the ring and sets up one on the outside of the ring. CC slides back in the ring picks up Slater and pile drives him. Slater is barely moving. CC takes the other chair and tries to set it up on the other one, but he is struggling setting up. Slater gets to his feet and as CC turns around from setting up the tables, Slater meets him with a clothesline sending both over the ropes and through both tables. Groggily both get to their feet, and begin exchanging rights and lefts. The referee begins to count both men out...3....4....5....6...

CC slides Slater back into the ring. As CC gets in the ring he is meet by stomps to his head. Slater Irish whips CC and connects with another clothesline. Slater bounced off the ropes hurdles CC and leaps to the second rope and connect with an amazing moonsault. Slater goes for the cover. One....Two...Kickout.. Slater slams him back to the mat and goes for the pin again! One...Two...Thr...CC just slips a shoulder out. Slater seems frustrated he goes to the outside and finds a chair. CC is clearing the cobwebs in the opposite corner when Slater comes in with the chair. Slater winds up for a big swing but the referee grabs the chair. Slater turns around quickly and grabs the referee's shirt. CC connects dropkick to the back of Slater's head. Knocking the referee out. CC wraps the figure four leg lock on Slater!!! Slater is tapping out but there is no one there to see it. CC breaks the hold and tries to wake up the referee. Slater slowly gets back to his feet but CC dropkicks him in the leg sending Slater to the ground. Slater rolls to the outside to regroup himself. Slater is holding onto the apron and CC connects with a baseball slide!! Slater shoots backwards and nails his head against the steel barrier. CC throws a chair in the ring and sets it up. CC uses the chair as a step and flies over the top rope but misses!! CC landed on the steel barrier. Both men are down, but the ref is still not there. Slater takes the stairs and throws them on the fallen CC. Slater rolls back into the ring, stands the ref up and orders him to count.

Jon: "So, how many is that? 7, 8?"

Derek: "No this is just the 6th. Of course next up is the final match of the night and the Main EVENT.

Then you get to go home."

Jon: "Hot Damn. Get the baby oil ready Jeanie. Daddy's on his way home!"

Jon: "Alright, one match to go!"

Derek: Well, that was a doozy, but I think we are gonna head straight into the next match. I mean Nina just got here, and you want to hurry home, what do you say Jon."

Jon: "Keeping Nina waiting is not a good thing. Treat her well."

The two men circle around each other, looking for an opening. They lock up in the middle of the ring and Chambers pushes off, delivering a vicious backhand chop. Simmons goes to whip Chambers to the ropes, but it's reversed. Simmons nails Chambers with a running clothesline and starts choking him. The ref counts... 1-2-3-4 Simmons lets go, only to choke him against the ropes. The ref counts again... 1-2-3-4. Simmons breaks and picks up a barbed wire wrapped bat, nailing Chambers in the head and sending him backwards against the rope. Simmons drops the bat and nails a belly to belly suplex and goes for the pin. The ref counts One-two kickout by Chambers. Simmons picks Chambers up and throws him to the ropes, trying for a hotshot, but Chambers counters with a lariat. Chambers picks up the bat and begins choking Simmons with it. The ref counts 1-2-3-4 and Chambers breaks the hold. He picks Simmons up and throws him to the outside. Chambers runs to the opposite side of the ring and runs at Simmons, who has just gotten back to his feet. Chambers vaults over the ropes and nails Simmons with a SUICIDE FLYING CROSS BODY PRESS!!!! chambers straddles Simmons' chest and starts pelting him with lefts and rights. He picks Simmons up and whips him to the guardrail, following up with a clothesline but NOO! Simmons hits a back body drop that sends Chambers over into the stands. Simmons crawls over the guardrail and the two begin trading lefts and rights with the larger Simmons getting the upper hand. Simmons picks Chambers up into a press slam and tosses him back into the ringside area. Simmons goes back over the guardrail and picks up the top section of the ring steps. He walks over to where Chambers is still laying and raises the step above his head. He slams the step down, striking the area where Chambers' head was.

Chambers had managed to roll out of the way and get to his feet. Simmons picks the step back up and Chambers nails the step with a dropkick that sends it crashing into Simmons' chest. Simmons drops the step and falls to the floor. Chambers picks him up and rolls him back into the ring, following him in. Simmons makes it to his feet and takes Chambers down with a snap mare, then picks him up and locks on a cobra clutch. The hold isn't locked on very well and Chambers is able to power out of it. Chambers takes Simmons down with a grapevine but Simmons is able to reach the ropes and the ref calls for the break. Chambers breaks the hold and pulls Simmons away from the ropes. He locks on a chickenwing submission and grinds it in. Simmons screams out in pain and begins kicking his feet. After about 15 seconds in the excruciating hold, he's able to wrap his feet around the ropes, causing the ref to call for the break. Chambers pulls Simmons to his feet, but Simmons gets in a thumb to the eye and starts choking down Chambers. The ref counts 1-2-3-4 Simmons releases the hold, even though this is a no DQ match. Simmons runs to the ropes and comes back with a kick that knocks Chambers back to the mat. Simmons tries for a gut stomp, but Chambers rolls away and counters with a kneeling head butt and follows up with an elbow to the back of the head and a Russian leg sweep. He covers. One-Two- The kick out by Simmons. Chambers picks Simmons up and whips him to the turnbuckle but Simmons reverses it. Simmons runs in with a shoulder but Chambers moves, causing Simmons to run, shoulder first, into the ring post. Chambers pulls Simmons out of the corner and executes a spinning back breaker on the big man. He picks Simmons up and throws him through the ropes to the floor. Chambers follows Simmons out and waits for him to get to his feet. He grabs Simmons' arm and goes for a short clothesline, but Simmons counters with a duck down move and nails Chambers with a belly to belly suplex. Simmons drags Chambers to his feet and whips him into the guardrail and follows up with a bulldog. Simmons gets to his feet and delivers a couple of stomps to the gut. He picks Chambers up and choke slams him onto the floor!!! Simmons picks Chambers up and whips him to the ring post, but Chambers REVERSES! Simmons slams into the ring post and Chambers grabs a barbed wire wrapped bat. He nails Simmons in the forehead with it, opening up a gash right above his left eye. Chambers pulls Simmons out and hits an enzuigiri!!! He climbs onto the ring apron as Simmons gets slowly to his feet. ... onto the turnbuckles... he flies off with an Asai Moonsault but Simmons SIDESTEPS!! Chambers slams down onto the concrete floor as Simmons climbs onto the apron himself. Simmons goes for a splash bus Chambers counters by lifting his knees!! Both men are in immense pain now, but neither seem to be giving up the fight! They are both slow to get to their feet. It's obvious that this match has taken a lot out of both men. Chambers whips Simmons to the guardrail and follows him in with a flying shoulder block, but Simmons moves at the last possible second. Simmons grabs chambers and goes for a powerbomb, but Chambers counters by grabbing the legs. Simmons, off balance, falls back and Chambers gives him a stomp to the gut for his trouble before rolling into the ring. Simmons recovers and gets to his feet. When he rolls into the ring, he's met with a flying body press from Chambers. The ref counts One-Two- kick out by Simmons. Simmons is first to his feet and catches Chambers in a bulldog. He picks Chambers up and nails him with a belly to belly suplex. HE goes for the cover. One-Two-The NOOOO! Chambers kicks out and Simmons picks him up, catching him with a choke against the ropes. The ref makes the customary four count and Simmons breaks.

Simmons grabs the barbed wire bat and places it on the mat next to him. He grabs Chambers and whips him to the ropes, grabbing the bat and SMACK! He catches Chambers in the stomach with the end of the bat. Chambers is doubled over. Simmons grabs Chambers, and HARDCORE DDT! Chambers is out in the middle of the ring and the ref counts. One -Two- Three!

Jon: "And there you have it fans. Another Wednesday Night War down the tubes."

Derek: "This is the very happy Derek Ash signing off for the out of control Jon Marx who has already hit the doors like a lightning bolt."

Jon: "WOO HOO!"