EWA Presents

June 17, 1998

Jon: "Here we go again! Wednesday Night War is on the air!"

Derek: "Live and on time, Isn't it shocking."

Jon: "Will wonders never cease? We've got a jam packed show for you tonight."

Derek: "Sure Do, Tonight we introduce the newest the best, the wild one, the Oww. What did you hit me for?"

Jon: "You're over doing it with the adjectives again. Do you want to look like Chris Douglas?"

Derek: "Oh, I thought I was about to spill the big secret, you know the one about. Oww, Stop hitting me damn it."

Jon: "Damn it, you know they told us not to say anything about that. Wern't you listening? Jeannie, can we get some fresh kleenex up here, Derek is going to have a bloody nose soon."

Derek: "I'm sorry, I suck at keeping secrets. Anyway, this is going to be a huge line up and the folks here in spooky Erie PA are in for a humongous treat."

Jon: "Not only will we have two Non-Title match ups here tonight, we'll have a bunch of other matches that have nothing to do with titles of any kind!"

Derek: "Yeah, hey next week can't you guys find adequate opponents to fight. They don't have to be the best but come on."

Jon: "I mean geeze, Ray Anthony? What the hell is that all about?"

Derek: "Cloudfruit's gonna roll over him like a squeegee over those cute little dancers down at the watering hole. You know Monique, the one with the rings in certain obvious places. Man, she asked about you just last night."

Jon: "Don't tell me that, you know I can't go there anymore. If Jeannie knew I went there after the show last week, she'd kill me."

Derek: "Oh well, I'll just have to do your squegeeing for you dude. Man, they had that soupy wonder mud last week. The ones that they make you get out of the most interesting places."

Jon: "But Seriously Folks, On to our first Match."

We are now live 5 miles east of the EWA arena where two men will do battle inside the realms of a junkyard. Cameras rest up on top of towers and there are two camera men with camera's following the match from the ruins. Verge Darsow makes his appearance with his music, "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath being played out of a stereo system from a beat up 74' pinto. The 7'4" beast makes his way to the center of the lot pumping his fists in the air.

Now entering the lot come SuperReactor sprinting towards the center after Darsow. He doesn't hesitate going after the Darsow and starts to deliver left and rights trying to knock the big man off his feet. Darsow begins to gather himself and catches the next punch that was thrown by SuperReactor and delivers a head but to SuperReactor. He follows with another and SR is dropped to his knees. VD then picks up SR and begins to choke the living day lights out of him. A referee gets into position to see if SR is going to give up. SuperReactor thumbs Darsow to the eyes to break the hold. He then swings Darsow into a stack of flatten cars hitting his back and making the cars rock. Darsow shreaks in pain as he pulls a bent antenna from his back. He then goes after SuperReactor and tries to deliver a clotheline put Reactor ducks and turns to dropkick Darsow behind his knees. Darsow goes down and Reactor jumps up on top and begins to wail Darsow with a door handle on top of his head. Blood starts to drip due to the lacerations Reactor had just given him. Reactor lifts up Darsow by his ears and slams the big man down in the dirt and a dust cloud comes up from the back of Darsow.

The big man is hurt. SR runs to a beat up buick and tears off the bumper. He puts it up in the air as if he is going to suplex it on Darsow then lets it drop. As it drops Darsow moves out of the way and lunges at Reactor knocking him down. He picks up Reactor and throws him head first through a right passenger side window in the same beat up buick. Glass flies everywhere. VD pulls out a busted open SR. Blood is flowing extremely. He tosses SR up on top of the hood of a 86' chevy pickup truck. He puts his head between his legs and delivers a piledriver. The hood of the truck collapses and the head of SR leaves a head print of blood. VD goes for the pin. 1.....2.......thre.......no SR kicks out barely. VD grabs SR head first and slams it 5 times into the side of the truck. Each time SR head hits the truck, a new dent is formed. Talk about doing body work. SR goes limp and VD goes for the cover once more. 1.....2.....th.....no SR kicks out again. VD looks pissed. He grabs SR by the ears and starts to pick him up. When he gets eye level SR kicks him right square in the nuts. Both men go down. SR starts to get the adrenaline flowing and grabs a hood from a car and lays it on top of Darsow. He then begins to climb up on top of a stack of pancaked cars. He's about 15 feet in the air. Holy Shit! SR jumps off doing a shooting star press and misses landing on the dirt as VD moves out of the way. VD picks up SR over his head and throws him on top of a school bus. Oh hell no! VD picks up SR by the neck and gives him his lockdown right through the roof of the bus. The choke slam was so devastating that it put SR through the roof and made the windows explode out. VD jumps down the hole. SR is sprawled out all over the seats. His shoulders are down. 1.....2......thr.....no he kicked out once more. VD rips out a seat and slams it over the head of SR. He goes for the cover again. 1.....2....THREEEE!!! Verge Darsow wins.

Jon: "Well, another agonizing defete for SuperReactor. It truly does suck to be him, eh?"

Derek: "Hmm, this points to a long night for Devastation Inc. All three of it's members have to wrestle tonight."

Jon: "Well, it can only go uphill from here. By then end of the night they'll be celebrating, eatin' wine, drinkin' cheese, on a private plane to nowhere in particular..."

Derek: "Hmm, are you sure we're talking about JD Freeman and Devastation INC. I mean he's more of a beer and pretzels guy, we're the wine drinkers and cheese eaters of the EWA."

Jon: "Huh...oh, yeah...what you said. Definately."

Derek: "Dirk the Smirk Ryan is up next against Tommy "I can't get a real gimmick" Grayson. What's your predictions."

Jon: "Well Derek, that's a tough call. Grayson is coming off of a string of intense matches that have left him craving blood. Ryan, on the other hand, may just review him into submission. Either way, it looks to be a devistating match up, with the loser packin' home a sausage."

Derek: "A sausage, that's what we need Jon, how about you run out to the store for some summer sausage. A little vino, and a brick of cheese, and I'll man the fort."

Jon: "Hey, that's an idea. Be back in a jiff."

Derek: "Well, while he's gone I'll just sit back and enjoy the match. Hey what happens if he isn't back,. Oh ok, someone will be here."

More human than Human by White Zombie blares through the arena and the fans go nuts as Dirk Ryan makes his way down the entrance ramp. He walks with determination in his stride and once he reaches the ring area, he swiftly climbs to the top of the scaffold to await his opponent. Paradise City by Guns-n-Roses plays and "The Extreme One" Tommy Grayson makes his wy to the ring to a sizable pop from the crowd. As he begins to climb the scaffold, Ryan takes it right to him. Ryan pulls Grayson the rest of the way onto the scaffold and the two men go at it. Trading lefts and rights with Ryan eventually getting the upper hand. Ryan hits a vicious kick to the gut on Grayson and scoop slams him on the scaffold. He follows up with an elbow drop and cranks on a step over toe hold. Grayson tries to turn out of the hold and eventually succeeds. He gives Ryan a kick to the side of the knee and follows that with a grapevine. He's trying to take a wheel out on Ryan. Grayson grinds on the left leg of Ryan. Again and again, he releases the hold, only to slap it back on. He does this for more pressure. Grayson, however, went to the well once too often and Ryan attempts a counter with a small package. one... two... kickout by Grayson. Ryan picks Grayson up and takes him to the far side of the scaffold. RUNNING BULLDOG on Grayson!! Ryan tries for the pin again. one... two... thre NOOO!!! Grayson kicks out again. Ryan reaches down toward Grayson and is met with a thumb to the eye. As Ryan tries to regain his sight, Grayson gets to his feet and nails him with a european uppercut. He keeps nailing Ryan with them. Not giving him a chance to recover. Ryan is pushed back with each blow. He almost to the edge of the scaffold! In a last ditch effort, Grayson goes for a shoulder block to knock Ryan off, but wait!! Ryan grabs ahold of Grayson and BOTH MEN TOPPLE OVER THE EDGE!!!! Amazingly enough, both men grab ahold of the edge of the scaffold.

They begin kicking at each other in an attempt to make the other man lose his grasp. Ryan hits a kick to the mid section on Grayson and he almost loses it. He is hanging on by one hand now, but he begins swinging back and forth to get out of Ryan's reach. Grayson begins making his way to the other side of the scaffold as if he were on a set of monkey bars and reaches the other side. He gets onto the framework of the scaffold and pulls himself back on top. Ryan has already made it up and when they see each other, both men rush at each other and Ryan nails a dropkick on Grayson. But NO!!! Grayson ducks at the last possible second and Ryan meets nothing but air. Ryan goes down hard and Grayson runs to the edge of the scaffold. He climbs up onto the framework that sticks out above the platform and THE SHOWSTOPPER!!! Grayson nailed Ryan with the Showstopper on the scaffold. Grayson drags the limp form of Dirk Ryan halfway to his feet and topples him over the edge of the scaffold for the win.

Derek: "Well, look here, look who just wandered up on stage."

Fang: "Huh? Where's my locker room?! Why do they keep moving it on me?"

Derek: "Hello Fang, It's good to see you. Pull up a chair and slap these headphones on."

Fang: <puts the headphones on> "Hey, Derek. PLEASE tell me I'm still in the arena..."

Derek: "Oh Yeah, In fact you're up after this next match so if you want you can hang here until time to go to the ring. I can send for Violet to take you down there."

Fang: "Oh, yeah, that would be great... so.. who's up now?"

Derek: "Hmm, it would be uhh where did I put that script. Oh yeah here it is. It's Irish Rebel versus Nigel Hayes. Tell me what do you think of these guys."

Fang: "Well, Nigel looks like a strong athelete, but the Rebel makes me woder if he really wants to be a wrestler. I mean... McDonalds? Everyone knows REAL wrestlers work at Jack in the Box..."

Derek: "What, of it's a metaphor. Or is that a simile, Now you've got me confused. So tell me, how do you feel about your upcoming match with Pimp. He's looked pretty strong as of late."

Fang: "Yeah, right, REAL strong smacking women around. The biggest surprise was against Freeman, but we've seen Freeman do things like that to lure someone into a sense of false security."

Derek: "What do you think about our champ. He hasn't missed a beat, and that last Sir Maimalot five minute special on the Wrestling Channel was just hilarious. I can't believe we actually got Hilary Clinton to do the JOB for free."

Fang: "Well, he was pretty clever. And to tell the truth, I'm becoming more and more impressed with his skill as an actor. As for Ms.Clinton's doing the JOB for free, maybe she demanded a JOB from him afterwards..."

Derek: "Oh, a one up from the fangster. Well. I do believe you have your eyes set on a title tonight right."

Fang: "Well, I've been thinking about it. But I want to have more than one win under my belt before I go for it."

Derek: "I know, but I was thinking about the bitches championship."

Fang: "Ahh... Let's just say if I win that belt, my first act as champion will be to burn it. But doesn't Freeman rightly have that title, he DID beat the Pimp last week..."

Derek: "No, he laughed it off the last time I asked him about it. Seems like one title was enough for him."

Fang: "ah... Well, in that case, I'd be happy to burn that thing.

"Bring In The Pain" by Method Man plays over the sound system as Nigel Hayes makes his way to the ring. The fans give him a mixed reaction and he ignores them. When he enters the ring, "No More Mr. Nice Guy" by Alice Cooper blasts over the speakers and The Irish Rebel runs to the ring. Hayes tackles Rebel to the floor and starts punching away. Rebel flips Hayes over and starts hitting him as well. The ref tries to split the two up, but the battle is too intense and the ref is knocked down by the Rebel by accident...Hayes grabs a chair and nails Rebel when he looks away for one second...the chair is bent as it impacts right on the top of Rebel's head. Hayes tries to go for the Down Under early, but Rebel reverses it into a sidewalk slam of his own! Rebel crawls out of the ring and gets a table...he throws the table into the ring and sets it up...as Hayes is getting up, Rebel takes a lead pipe and bashes it over Hayes's head, busting him open! Rebel throws Hayes against the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but Hayes ducks and hits Rebel with a low blow from behind! Rebel writhes in pain as Hayes heads to the top rope...Hayes leaps for a missile dropkick, but Irish Rebel catches him and power bombs him through the table! The fans begin chanting "EWA! EWA! EWA!"...Irish Rebel goes for the cover and the ref counts...1, 2...nooooo! A two count!! Irish Rebel complains about the count and then he picks up Hayes and puts him in the tree of woe...Irish Rebel goes to the other side of the ring and runs at Hayes, hitting him with severe intensity! The ref tries to loosen Hayes, but Irish Rebel, getting angered at this, decks the ref and executes the Limey Crusher on the ref!! Irish Rebel loosens Hayes himself...Hayes crawls out of the ring and walks near the commentating table...Irish Rebel follows him and grabs Hayes by the hair, but Hayes throws angel dust right into the eyes of Irish Rebel!!

Hayes picks up the Rebel and executes a spine buster on him through the commentator's table! OH MY GOD!! The back of the Rebel's head is lacerated by one of the monitors...EMT runs to the scene and carries out the unconscious ref, another ref comes into the ring and motions for Hayes and the Rebel to enter the ring...Hayes, with blood gushing out of his forehead, throws Rebel out of the ring, takes a chair and tosses it in...he crawls into the ring and sets up the chair...he picks up Rebel and Irish whips him towards the ropes and bulldogs Rebel right into the chair! The chair is now bent out of shape! The steel on it is mangled! Nigel Hayes picks up Rebel by the hair and again Irish whips him to the ropes...Rebel bounces back and Hayes executes Down Under on The Irish Rebel!! Instead of covering Rebel, Hayes goes to the outside and takes the monitor from the commentator's table...he takes it into the ring...The Irish Rebel is amazingly up...and Hayes smashes the monitor right through Rebel's head!!! He smashes the screen through The Irish Rebel's head! What's left of the monitor is stuck on Rebel's head...he collapses and Hayes covers him...1, 2, Three...

Derek: "Hmm, if you could wrestle one person in the world who would you wrestle. Who's the greatest wrestler to work with in your opinion."

Fang: "Just one person? I am not sure, I don't get a chance to watch other feds... in this federation, there's one wrestler who I'd like to see go on to bigger and better things, and that's Jason Dragon. I see a lot of guts in this kid, and I'm sure he could go far."

Derek: "I agree, if he would just leave Jobbers Inc. Alone I believe his career could prosper. But, those guys are viscious."

Fang: "Yeah, and a little vindictive. I sure wouldn't want to have to wrestle one of them... I'd win, but I'd probably look real stupid..."

Derek: "Ha, I bet you are right. No we have a Jobbers Inc. Match tonight. I have a feeling this is the start of the first Stable war. Jobbers Inc. vs. the New Breed. Who comes out on top Fang?"

Fang: <laughs> "The New Breed, through no fault of their own."

Derek: "I saw the Jobbers backstage watching with great interest when PDJ brought out the Bitches belt. I think they had an idea for a belt of their own. Now that would be a belt no one would want to wear."

Fang: "Well, it depends, Cloudfruit might find it matches one of his outfits..."

Derek: "Hmm, not the pink one, I still get flashbacks."

Fang: <shudders> "Don't weaken me before my match..."

Derek: "Well Fang, It's been a pleasure, but I do believe you are up next. I just called and Violet says she will meet you at the foot of the stairs. Good Luck in your match tonight."

Fang: "Thank you, Derek, it's been real." <heads up the stairs>

Derek: "I just hope he gets to the ring all right."

"Smack my Bitch Up", by The Prodigy blares through the arena PA system. Pimp Daddy J walks down to the ring wearing his Bitch's Championship belt. He steps in between the ropes and asks for the mike. He grabs it and begins to speak.

PDJ: Well .. well .. well. Look at these fat ugly men and these skanky whores we have here tonight. Last week I shocked the world and nearly beat that bitch JD Freeman and won the Extreme Championship Belt. I also introduced the belt that represents all the ladies in the house ... The Bitch's Championship. Well JD, your little cronies decided to come out and help you beat me, because they knew that you couldn't beat the REAL Champ all by yourself. Well I've been contacted by some people here in the EWA who weren't too fond of your actions ... Yes, you all know who they are... Death Row. They have invited me, the one and only Bitch's Champion to join their ranks. Get your asses out here Death Row, I have something to tell you!

( The members of Death Row come out to ringside and stand on the floor glaring up at PDJ. )

PDJ: Well you guys have made me an offer .... and a very good offer at that. But you know PDJ is a loner and he really doesn't have any friends.

( PDJ turns his back to Death Row and walks to the other side of the ring. He makes a point to do a couple of crotch chops and gives the bird to some rowdy fans at ring side. PDJ slowly turns back to face the members of Death Row and brings the mike back up to his mouth. )

PDJ: Sorry guys, but I'm gonna have to stick this one out by myself....

Pimp Daddy J stands in the middle of the ring as the camera takes a shot of his loose, brown polyester pants and a loose silver rayon shirt. Just then, War Ensemble by Slayer roars over the speakers as Fang comes down to the ring to a loud pop. He runs into the ring and immediately starts to nail Pimp Daddy with a fury of kicks. He knocks PDJ down as the crowd begins to cheer. Fang grabs Pimp and attempts to go for the Boston crab! He gets it locked on, but PDJ easily gets to the ropes in time. Fang quickly gets up and grabs Pimp by the hair. He whips him to the ropes and backdrops PDJ over the top! Fang is climbing to the top!! He jumps and hits a high-cross body on his foe! Fang grabs his foe and suplexes him to the concrete. He grabs a steel chair from the outside and sets it over the head of Pimp Daddy. Fang gets on the apron and gets a full head of steam as he jumps. He goes for an elbow, but Pimp moves and Fang lands on the chair! Pimp Daddy picks up Fang and throws him back into the ring, following him as well.

Pimp lifts up Fang and puts him in a headlock... Fang pushes PDJ to the ropes, leapfrogs over Pimp and attempts a dropkick. Pimp Daddy holds on to the ropes and Fang comes crashing down to the mat. PDJ lifts up Fang and hits an atomic drop, then a beautiful bulldog as the crowd claps. Pimp looks at a group of girls and gives them a few crotch chops, giving Fang some time to get back up to his feet. He notices PDJ isn't looking, so he holds his right leg, pretending to be hurt. Pimp looks over, taking his time as he smiles. PDJ walks over, but Fang kicks him...er..um...low! Nice shot by Fang as PDJ falls to his knees screaming a high-f! Fang grabs Pimp by his rayon shirt and hovers him ontop of his shoulders. Fang hits a death valley driver!! He goes for the cover! One...two..no! Pimp gets out and slowly makes it up to his feet. Fang whips PDJ to the ropes and attempts another DVD, but Pimp leans backwards, rolling him up! One..two..Fang kicks out! Both men get back up and begin to criss-cross the ropes. Fang hits the ground first, then PDJ. Both men duck each others clotheslines, then they hit double-clotheslines!! The two lay on the mat as the crowd noise begins to pick up.

Both men get up at about the same time, but PDJ puts Fang in an arm bar. He Irish-whips Fang to the ropes and hits a awesome clothesline! He almost took Fang's head off!! The crowd gives an oohh as PDJ begins to gloat over the move. Pimp Daddy grabs Fang by the hair and suplexes him to the mat. Pimp Daddy starts to kick Fang in the small of the back as Fang grabs his lower back. PDJ grabs Fang and gets him in the scorpion death lock/sharpshooter!! Fang screams in pain, but manages to make it over to the ropes as the fans clap. Pimp lifts up Fang and puts him on the top rope as he takes his time. Fang manages to get to his composure and he nails with a SWINGING DDT!! Fang lifts up his arms as he throws PDJ to the ropes. SPINEBUSTER by Fang! Pimp Daddy looks out as Fang covers him. One...two..no! PDJ kicks out as Fang goes to the top. Fang gets up there, but Pimp Daddy shakes the ropes. Fang lands on the ropes crotch first as you can see the pain on his face. PDJ gets a chair and NAILS it over Fang's head, causing him to fall from the top rope to the concrete!!

( Pimp Daddy J quickly grabs the mic as Fang lays on the floor, hurting badly )

Pimp Daddy: Well, I guess I better do it now while I have time. This guy sucks, and later I'll be smacking my bitches around, so here it is!

( rips off his silver rayon shirt, and underneath is a DEATH ROW T-SHIRT!! )

Pimp Daddy: Thats right all you whores. I think the shirt tells it all!!

Fang is standing behind Pimp Daddy as he throws the mic to the floor. Pimp turns around, and... BOOM! Huge clothesline by Fang as the crowd goes wild!! Fang lifts up PDJ and hits a beautiful brainbuster. He goes for the cover, but quickly changes his mind and grabs a steel chair. Fang smashes the chair over PDJ's head, then DDT's him with the chair!! WHAT A MOVE! Fang throws Pimp to the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Pimp ducks and hits a choke slam! Pimp Daddy hits a nice piledriver. PDJ lifts up Fang and throws him to the ropes, but it is reversed. PDJ ducks the move and oohh!! He takes out Fang's left knee! Fang is down, clutching his leg in pain. PDJ begins to work on the leg as he clamps on a figure-four. Fang gets to the ropes, but Pimp smacks his knee with the steel chair a few times.

Pimp turns his back, and Fang gets to his feet. He hits Pimp with rights and lefts, then hits an enziguri!! Pimp Daddy hits the mat as Fang sets up the chair in the center of the ring. Pimp gets up as Fang climbs the top. Fang jumps and bulldogs PDJ onto the chair!! The chair is broken!! Fang grabs Pimp and puts on the Lions Roar!! Pimp submits! Fang is your winner!!

The officials open the cage door, and EMTs help Fang out. Fang is leaning on the EMT, and Violet hugs him before entering the cage. She goes to the corner and gets PDJ's pimp stick, watching with cold eyes as the official handcuffs the reviving/groggy (you pick) wrestler to the ring. He looks at Violet and then his stick, glaring with unabashed hatred. Fang watches from the outside. Violet approaches him, raises the stick... then lowers it. The announcer, stunned, comes up with a mic.

Announcer: Why aren't you going to beat him.

Violet: I am not going to lower myself to that man's level.

The officials uncuff PDJ, who motions for the mic.

PDJ: Yanno, bitch, I knew you were too weak to do it. You're just like all my other ho's, when you know I'm just gonna lay the smack down on you, you turn into real pussycat. Now, come here and let me give it to you like a man, bitch!

Fang is fighting to get back in the ring... WAIT!! Violet is smiling!! The cage is raising... she's walking to him... and KNEELING!! Fang looks absolutely stricken.

Violet points to his... OH MY GOD!! She's offering to do him right here?!

PDJ: That's right, bitch! Maybe if you're good I won't smack you too hard later.

Violet looks hard, then back at Fang. She looks up at PDJ, grinning.

Violet: But... it's so... small.

With that, she slams her fist directly into his crotch!! Pimp Daddy's eyes bug out, and he collapses. Instantly Violet is kicking him, repeatedly, screaming obscenities at him. PDJ's trying to fight back, but when he moves to grab her foot, she racks him again! She picks him up and starts slamming punches and kicks directly into him, pushing him back into the corner. She keeps him there, using a variety of martial arts techniques, blocking with them whenever PDJ tries to fight back. Finally, the bell goes off and the official has to pull Violet away. She's backing up, glaring hard.

Violet: And don't you EVER come near me again, son of a bitch!! You hear me? So help me, you EVER come near me again and I'll KILL you!

Fang meets Violet, and together they walk to the back. The EMT's help PDJ, but halfway up the aisle he shakes them off and storms to the back room.

Derek: "Hello, Mr. Charles, how are you tonight?"

Chance Charles: "Ah, its good, like my ability.

Chance Charles: "How about you?"

Derek: "Well, I've been better and worse. Anyway, I wanted to get you opinion on the state of your affairs with one Connor Chambers. You two have been rather heated of late."

Chance Charles: "Well. You see, I guess you can say that it started a while ago. In fact, the day the both of us entered the EWA."

Derek: "Yes, he did want to start a stable, and I have heard rumors of a different party being interested in both of you. Have you talked to anyone about this?"

Chance Charles: "Yes, he has talked to me about joining a stable with him. I let it go by and was looking for a reason to do so. I haven't heard of the other rumor though."

Chance Charles: "You see... When we had our first matches against each other here, who came out on top?"

Derek: "True, but I do remember it took you two tries to get there. Chambers is a pretty strong wrestler, and he seems to be doing much better as of late."

Chance Charles: "Exactly... I understand what you are saying there as well. Now, Chambers isn't any LivKid or whomever that sucked horribly. He isn't any JD Freeman or Ray Simmons either. He would be somewhere in the middle in my opinion. Chambers isn't any push around punk that just talks if you know what I am saying. He's tough, and I had respect for him. That's why I THOUGHT about joining with him."

Derek: "So tell me, if the circumstances fall into place, can you see yourself in bed with the enemy so to speak. Hey Jon, I know you are sitting back there snickering so get your mind out of the gutter."

Chance Charles: "heh... Well, I have a lot of things on my mind and what I wish to accomplish here in the EWA, so I guess only time will tell. If he wants to keep playing these games though, I will gladly step into the ring with him once more. Even though Connor Chambers isn't too bad of a wrestler, I have already been done with him. He's old news in my book, but he has improved since his debut. So I doubt the tag/stable idea of his will come to anything between us, but if he wants another match against me, all he has to do is speak up."

Derek: "Powerful words Chance. This has to be one of the best times of your life. Tell me what do you enjoy the most about your time here in the EWA."

Chance Charles: "Man Derek. There are so many things that a man can enjoy here in the EWA. First off, this fed is run great and has great owners, whoever they are. ( laughs) Well, besides all of that, the one thing that stands out the most is the EWA's competition. It stands out alone above everyone else. You have to work your ass off to be at the top of the ladder, and many of the superstars have been doing that. I mean you have people like myself, Freeman, Fang, Douglas, Chambers, Simmons and many more that have great skill and talent. The EWA also always seems to keep us on our toes with all of these extreme matches! The EWA has it all. They have guys who will wrestle the barbwire/exploding mine style matches every night and entertain the crowd, and we have guys like myself and others that entertain the crowd with high-risk, death-defying maneuvers that are unbelievable. That's what excites me most here in the EWA."

Derek: "You said it Chance. This is the most Extreme fed in the world. Death doesn't happen often, but when it does, it usually happens with a bang."

Chance Charles: (laughs) "Well, I guess so. Maybe I'll kill someone...er...Well. Only the strong are able to survive, and that's the only place for the strong to be in. The EWA."

Derek: "Well, thanks bunches for filling in for a little while Chance, we hope to have you up here again."

Chance Charles: "Sure thing. Be glad to help you guys out. C-ya!"

The lights begin to dim in the EWA arena as the announcer sounds for this non-title, cage/barbwire ropes, bed of nails, exploding mine match ( pretty extreme )!. As he does this, "My Own Summer" by the Deftones plays over the huge speakers and Helldorado walks out. He gets boo'ed upon, but swears at the fans and makes his way inside of the cage. As he does this, "Hells Bells" by AC/DC roars as the television champion, "Hardcore" Ray Simmons walks out to a great pop. The crowd loves him as he gets into the cage. He lifts his arms up, and starts attacking Helldorado, moving to the side of the 6'x6'bed of nails near the middle of the ring, where you have to be pinned on of course.

The match begins and the two exchange lefts and rights. Simmons gets to an early advantage and bodyslams Helldorado to the mat, nearly on the nails. He connects with an elbow, and hits another bodyslam when he lifts Helldorado up a second time. Ray gets behind the crowd as he mounts on the second rope. He jumps, but Helldorado lifts up the foot, nailing Simmons in the jaw and knocking him over. Helldorado gets up to his feet and hits a few forearms on the champ. He seems to be in control, when Simmons drop toe-holds Helldorado into the bed of nails! OH GOSH! Helldorado is bleeding already and the crowd is going nuts over it! Simmons gets back to his feet, bringing his fallen opponent up with him. Simmons lifts up Helldorado, and slingshots him into the barbwire! BOOM! A mine goes off as Helldorado hits the barbwire, and a cloud of smoke begins to fill the air. Once it is passed and the crowd calms down, Helldorado is laying on Simmons! He tells the ref to count, but he isn't covering over top of the bed of nails!

Helldorado lifts up Simmons and attempts a bodyslam into the nails, but Ray slips out of the way and backdrops Helldorado onto the mat! Simmons grabs a chair in the corner, and repeatedly nails his foe with it, opening even a bigger gash on his already-bloddied forehead. Ray Simmons lifts up Helldorado into a tombstone position... Helldorado reverse... NO! Simmons re-reverses it and tombstone piledrives Helldorado onto the chair! OUCH!! That was almost like Simmons's finishing move! Simmons grabs Helldorado and hits a short-clothesline! He's calling for his doomsday-device!! He sets up the chair, hooks Helldorado, but NO! Helldorado flips Simmons into the barbwire ropes/cage and another mine goes off!! A thud is heard and another huge cloud of smoke hovers over the ring as everyone, including the ref seem motionless! Simmons makes his way over and covers Helldorado, who is laying in the bed of nails, bloodied and battered! The ref sowly makes his way over to count.

One.....two.............thre..NO! Helldorado amazingly kicks out of the LONG count.

Simmons gets up to his feet and doesn't look too happy. Helldorado is mainly out, just standing around with no idea where he is or what he is doing. He is blinded by the amount of blood lost, as Simmons wallops another chair over his head. Simmons grabs a pair of scissors and cuts a chunk of the barbwire off. He wraps it around his taped fist and begins hammering Helldorado with it! OH MY! Helldorado is bleeding worse than a pig! Helldorado falls to the mat unconscious as Ray Simmons lifts him back up, with a look of murder in his eyes. Simmons climbs to the top, taking Helldorado with him as he lifts up his arms. Simmons turns Helldorado upside down and... TOP-ROPE TOMBSTONE INTO THE BED OF NAILS!!! The crowd is going nuts as Simmons lifts his opponent back up quickly. Doomsday-device onto the bed of nails as he covers! One...two...three!!! Ray Simmons wins the matchup!

Jon: "What a pleasant little outing. I hope you don't mind, all they had was wenslydale."

Derek: "Oh, no snacky cakes. Sigh, next time I'm going to the store, or we can send your valet Reggie. He knows how to find the freshest Brie."

Jon: "Oh, what I wouldn't do for some Venezualen cheese."

Derek: "So, this next match features one of our most favorite people. This is Cloudfruit vs. Anthony or as we all know and love, Jobbers Inc. VS the New Breed. Isn't that like an insult to cockroaches or something. Or a Clive Barker Movie."

Jon: "I'm pretty sure it is. Cloudfruit is always so witty with his comments about others, it's a wonder why he isn't the champion."

Derek: "Hmm, the same could be said for the Judge for his ability, or Mopie for his raw animilistic talent. I don't really know."

Jon: "Maybe one of these days the Committee will get thier collective thumb out of their collective ass and give Jobbers Inc what they really deserve."

Derek: "A title, yes i can see that now. The World Famous Antics of Jobbers INC. The T-shirts, the humanity of it all. Ah, the money."

Jon: "I say we make a formal suggestion to the Committee right now."

Derek: "Ok, draw it up. Now on to our next match."

"Victory" by Notorious B.I.G. begins to play, and Ray Anthony begins to walk to the ring. The crowd boo's feverishly, and signs that read, among other things, "Ray Anthony = Sore Winner" and "Get Over It!" can be seen throughout the crowd. As he walks by, Ray grabs a sign that reads "If all the world were paper, And all the seas were ink, and all the trees were bread and cheese, what should be do for drink?", and tears it in half. The outraged fan tries to climb over the guardrail, but is held back by security. Ray threatens to backhand the fan, then continues on his way to the ring. He climbs into the ring, raising his arms for all to see as he proclaims his greatness. The ref walks over and hands Ray a blindfold, telling him to put it on. Ray grudgingly complies, and places the blindfold over his eyes. The ref checks the blindfold to make sure it is in it's proper place, then guides Ray into one corner.

Alistair Cloudfruit appears in the crowd, making his way to the ringside area. As he climbs over the guardrail he pushes a lady out of her seat, taking the steel chair with him into the ring. The ref tries to stop him, but is unsuccessful. Ray, looking mildly confused steps blindly out of the corner. Cloudfruit Holds the chair over his head, about to smack Ray with it, but the ref stops him. Cloudfruit argues for a moment, but the ref insists that he put on a blindfold before the match can start. In a half-assed attempt to appease the ref, Cloudfruit puts on the blindfold, though it is quite obvious that he can still see out of one eye. The ref signals for the bell to start the match.

Cloudfruit swings the chair, nailing Ray on directly on the side of the head. Ray falls to the mat, clutching at the side of his head. Cloudfruit places the chair into the middle of the ring, then walks over to Ray. He pulls Ray to his feet, then DDT's him onto the steel chair! Ray looks to be out cold! Cloudfruit tosses the chair out of the ring, then lays down in the center of the ring. Cloudfruit then pulls Ray on top of him! The ref looks confused. Cloudfruit yells at the ref, telling him to count. The ref obliges...1...2...3!!! Cloudfruit squirms his way out from under the unconcious Ray. The ref begrudgingly raises Ray's hand in victory. Cloudfruit gives an exagerated thumbs up, and a cheesy grin to the camera as he swipes the ring announcers microphone.

Cloudfruit throws the microphone down atop Ray's limp body., then walks out of the ring.

Derek: "Damn, that was quick and painful. Anthony never got a shot after that first meeting with the chair."

<Jon is frantically writing on a piece of paper>

Jon: "And so, we the commentators do hereby decree that...what? It's over already? Damn. I'm almost done. Hold on."

Derek: "Hmm, let's hope that the next match lasts a little longer. That Anthony was a putz. I thought he was supposed to last at least through the second chair shot. That's what it says on the script."

Jon: "I gotta say, that has to have been the quickest match in the history of the EWA. But it got the job done, eh?"

Derek: "Oh certainly, lets see It's Drifter and Douglas in the next match. This has the makings of a very promising match."

Jon: "It certainly does. This could be the deciding factor on who gets to eat the last bit of sausage."

Better Than You by Metallica plays over the loudspeakers and Chris Douglas makes his way down to ringside. The crowd is cheering him as he walks gingerly down the ramp way trying his best to avoid any landmines or other surprises. Riders on the Storm by the Doors now plays and out comes the Drifter. As he walks down to the ring Douglas runs out to him and meets him halfway. The two men do battle on the ramp way, Douglas getting in most of the good shots. Douglas drags Drifter by his hair back to the ringside area and begins ramming his head into the steel steps. He then picks up Drifter and power slams him through a flaming table. Douglas, proud of himself, raises his arms as if he were victorious but while he's walking and gloating he steps on a landmine and a mini explosion rocks the arena. When the smoke clears we see Douglas on the ground writhing in pain. His legs are smoking and it looks like his tights got a little crispy, but he looks fine. Drifter, now on his feet, takes full advantage. He begins kicking Douglas in the knees. He then rolls Douglas into the ring and hooks on the figure four. Douglas is now in sheer agony as he tries to somehow reverse the hold. It does not work however and he is forced to inch his way to the ring ropes that are covered in razor wire. Douglas seems to forget this fact however as he carelessly reaches out and grabs the ropes hard with both hands. He screams in more pain as he looks at his now lacerated hands and fingers. Drifter breaks the hold and begins to kick Douglas over and over while screaming "get up!" into his ear. Douglas finally reaches his feet and tries his hardest to stand. This does not work however as Drifter kicks Douglas' legs out from under him and laughs.

Drifter goes to the other side of the ring and waits for Douglas to once again stand, this time so he can be knocked down with a clothesline. Douglas does reach his feet and Drifter charges him. But instead Douglas ducks and sends drifter flying over the ropes onto one of the flaming table on the outside. As Drifter flies through the table he hits one of the landmines below it and another explosion is set off. Drifters back is now lacerated and bruised. Douglas, although happy he has done this, cannot capitalize on it because he is in too much pain. He simply falls and hopes to God the match ends. Drifter somehow rises to his feet and re-enters the ring. He picks up the almost helpless Douglas who isn't so helpless anymore. Douglas begins with a flurry of punches to Drifters abdomen then he sets Drifter up for a power bomb. Can he do it on his shaky knees? Someone's down at Ring Side. Holy Shit its the guys from Death Row. Complete with Pimp, Cyris, and Verge. What the hell are they doing there? Cyris has the Ref's attention. Oh no, Verge is up on the apron. He has hold of Douglas. Huge Choke slam. Douglas must have bounced a foot off the mat with that last one. Verge casually reaches over the ropes and pulls him up by his hair. Drifter sweeps Douglas' legs out from under him and gets Douglas hooked in his own signature move the End of the Line! My God its hooked far away from the ropes and there's nothing Douglas can do! He fights hard not to give in but finally he has too.

Drifter and the crowd start man handling Douglas in the corner. Verge gets him up again. This time its a huge Power Bomb into the mat. They start kicking him and this time though when they lift him up Freeman and Reactor are already at ring side. Death Row slides out of the ring and Reactor checks on Douglas while Freeman stands over them warding off the entirety of Death Row. Finally Death Row leaves and Douglas gets shakily to his feet. They start out and Douglas pushes everyone away. He starts to walk up the ramp and Freeman and Reactor check the top to make sure DR is really gone.

Douglas steps out of the ring and begins to walk to the back, when "Epic" by Faith No More begins to play. Douglas, knowing who is going to be coming out, immediately prepares for another fight. The crowd begins to chant "fight", in hopes of Johnny Sledge and Chris Douglas getting into a post match brawl. Douglas looks around and finds a steel folding chair. He picks it up and is ready to hit the first thing that comes through the curtain. Suddenly the crowd erupts as Johnny Sledge comes through the crowd, with mic in hand, and slides into the ring.

Sledge: Hey Douglas! Are you waiting for me!

Douglas turns around and sees Sledge in the ring. He begins to approach the ring with the chair.

Sledge: Douglas, I don't want to fight you tonight! What I want to do tonight, is accept the challenge that you put out for me, for a match at the PPV. And I will accept any stipulation that you have to offer... but, I want to be able to add one stipulation to the match.

Douglas calls for a mic and it is given to him.

Douglas: OK, what's you stip.

Sledge: Do you think I am that dumb, to play all my cards at once!?! No way! You'll find out in due time, don't worry about it.

Douglas: No I want to know what it will be now.

Douglas throws the mic down, and makes off as though he is going to throw the chair into the ring.

Sledge: Don't get mad Chris, I just want to have some fun with you. As a matter of fact, I am going to have some fun with your two buddies as well.

This comment brings out JD Freeman and SuperReactor back out. The three members of Devastation Inc. are now standing at ringside waiting for Johnny Sledge.

Sledge: Now I see that everybody's here, so now the fun can begin. You three seem to like playing mind games on the wrestlers here, hell look what you did to Grayson, that was classic. But with being the stable that has the World champ in it you have gotten a lot of people who want to destroy the three of you. But you see, I'm different, I want you guys to stay intact, because I have a lot of fun things in store for you. Anybody can destroy you, but not many would be able to humiliate you. And guess what you are looking at one of them right here. And it will all begin at the PPV.

Freeman, Douglas, and SuperReactor have finally heard enough. The three of them jump into the ring, but Sledge jumps out the other side. Sledge jumps into the stands as the three members of Devastation Inc. jump back out after him. They chase him until they are all out of sight of the cameras. When the camera pans back to the announcers you see a very suave Derek Ash looking around frantically. After about a half second of stuttering he sees someone. When he calls him over you see it's none other than JD Freeman our heavyweight Champion.

Derek: "Well, well, well, if it isn't our champion JD Freeman. Pull up a chair."

Freeman: "That's right, I decided to give the people at home their money's worth by gracing the broadcast booth with my presence."

Derek: "So, It's not been a good night for Devastation Inc. tonight. Death Row seems to have the upper hand. What do you plan to do about it."

Freeman: "Oh trust me... I have quite a few surprises in store for EVERYONE in the EWA. Especially our resident ex-cons."

Derek: "Man, Those guys suck, but that Verge, he's one huge Monster."

Freeman: "Hell, it doesn't matter how big you are. When JD Freeman locks on the Devastator, I'll have him cryin for his mommy!"

Derek: "Are you sure something that big came from a woman."

Freeman: "Man, I don't even wanna think about that. I'm tellin ya. ALL kinds of disgusting images come to mind."

Derek: "Anyway, you have a big non title defense tonight against Jason Dragon. He's a pretty tough competitior. I figure you have a plan though?"

Freeman: Damn right, I have a plan. You think I would go into any match without a gameplan? How the hell do you think I won this belt? Because I Had A Plan!"

Derek: "Hey, don't raise your voice. I'm just here to be Devil's Advocate."

Freeman: "Speaking of Satan... who the hell do I gotta talk to about getting a raise around here? Paramount has already called me asking about a possible movie deal. They're offering a hell of alot more than what YOU guys are payin."

Derek: "Oh, I don't want to hear it, you are making almost as much off endorsements as the entire Celtic's team. What about your new Freeman Maxi-pads, for women who want to be Champions. I swear are you going to sale everything?"

Freeman: "Hey, a man's gotta live right? Besides... I can either do endorsements as a wrestler, or as a movie producer/ director/ actor/ stunt man/ writer/ etc.."

Derek: "Anyway, we have a huge Five Man elimination for our next event. I have heard rumors that something special is happening."

Freeman: "Yeah, I've heard a couple of things about it as well, but it's gonna be NOTHING compared to the beating I'll dish out to Dragon."

Derek: "Well, lets check out that match."

Chance Charles comes out and heads to the special pentagonal ring being lowered to the center of the arena. As he watches, "Smack My Bitch Up" plays, and Pimp Daddy makes his way slowly to the ring, head held high, but the experience of his earlier match still evident. PDJ stands at a side opposite Charles as "Around the World" hits the speakers, and Conner Chambers makes his way to the ring, strutting confidently, but the cocky gleam in his eye gone. As the ring is lowered into place, he glares at Charles, who is one "side" away. "Better Than You" blasts through the speakers and Chris Douglas comes through the crowd, smirking wickedly, his lip a little fat from his earlier match. Finally, "Paradise City" hits the speakers and Tommy Grayson comes out, having obviously fought one of the most grueling matches of his career and lived to tell about it. The five men get onto the apron at once, staring uneasily at each other, when the Extreme-tron comes to life with VP Artful's smiling face.

Artful: You might be asking yourself, "What the hell am I doing here with THESE idiots... well, you are the top five wrestlers who aren't champions... and well, we think one of you deserves a little gold. Besides, we had nothing better to do! Now, this is a five way elimination match, so I want to see you fight as if your careers depend on it... for one of you, it will.

The Extreme-tron flickers off and the bell sounds. Instantly the five top wrestlers in the EWA (excluding the champs, of course) take this to an absolute brawl. Chris Douglas clotheslines Chambers and is immediately dropkicked by Chance Charles. Charles is dropped with a kick in the gut followed by an reversed DDT by PDJ, who gets kicks and punches rained on him by Douglas and Chambers. Grayson, who until now was not part of this, males his presence known with a BRUTAL flying cross body block into Chambers, Douglas, and Charles. The crowd is on it's feet! All five men are brawling in the middle of the ring in this slam bang main event!! Pimp Daddy is whipped out of the pack into one of the five corners... *BOOM!!* He's slammed back by a minor explosion!! The Turnbuckles have small non fragmentary concussion explosives planted inside and set off on impact!! The Referee is just sitting near a corner, eating popcorn!! You know what that means, ladies and gentlemen, this match is NO DQ!! Suddenly, the lights go down, and when they come back up, Mopie is throwing bats and hockey sticks and bowling balls and all kinds of different weapons into the ring! OHHHH MYYY!! Chance Charles was just hit in the head with a flying aluminum bat!! Chance and PDJ are both out, and Douglas, Chambers, and Grayson are brawling!! Charles gets shakily to his feet and takes Douglas by surprise with a German suplex onto a bowling ball!! Douglas is dazed! Chambers runs up, and both men set ups for a 450 SPLASH/CHAMBER-MADE COMBO!!! Charles makes the pin, and gets the 1-2-3!!!

ELIMINATED: Chris Douglas via Chamber-Made/450 Splash.

Chambers helps Charles up, and shakes his hand. It looks like he was just blowing smoke in everyone's... WAIT!! He hits Charles with a kick to the groin, then a European uppercut!! Charles is stunned, and BAD! Chambers smiles wickedly and signals for an X-treme DDT!! He's going to humiliate Charles by taking him out with his own move!! NO!! He's taken down by Grayson with a hockey stick!! Pimp Daddy, recovered, clotheslines Grayson down, then gets himself taken down in a toehold by Charles!! Chambers stands and gives Grayson a piece of his mind through his fists! Charles takes an axe handle and slams it into PDJ's gut! Chambers takes Grayson down with a POWERSLAM onto a steel chair! Both men whip their opponents into the ropes! PDJ goes for a Bitch Slap, but Charles ducks, just as Chambers ducks an attempt at a clothesline!!! OH!! They hit each other!! PDJ and Grayson hit each other, and are going at it in the middle of the ring! Charles runs in and chops Chambers in the back of the head, the jumps onto the ropes and hits a guillotine leg drop! Pimp Daddy is hurled for the second time into the turnbuckle, and is SHOCKED!! AND THERE'S THE EXPLOSION!!! Delayed timer after the Tazer, ladies and gentlemen!! Pimp Daddy cannot take this much abuse in one night! He's sprawled to one side, motionless! Charles hits Grayson with a scoop Sidewalk slam RIGHT ONTO PDJ!!

The referee makes the three count!!

ELIMINATED: Pimp Daddy J via Scoop Slam

Grayson gets up shakily. He's being ignored!! Charles is picking up Chambers for a Gorilla Press into a third turnbuckle... NO!! GRAYSON DROP KICKS HIM INTO THE TUNBUCKLE, FORCING HIM TO DROP CHAMBERS!!! KABLAM!!! Black powder erupts from the turnbuckle, and Charles screams in agony!! Grayson locks him into a Boston Crab!!! Charles is blinded, in pain, and has an ENORMOUS amount of pressure on his legs!! The ref asks him if he wants to submit! Charles lashes out, and rakes Chamber's eyes!! Chambers was coming in for a elbow to the face, and got raked!! Charles refuses to submit!! The ref keeps asking... CHARLES ISN'T MOVING! The ref picks up his arm once... twice... a third time!!

ELIMINATED: Chance Charles via Boston Crab.

As soon as Charles is eliminated, Chambers picks an exhausted Grayson up but the hair!! He whips him into the fourth turnbuckle, which lights on fire!! Grayson barely avoids getting his gear caught, but must have some first degree (Third degree? Whichever is less damaging) on his chest! Chambers drop kicks him, BUT GRAYSON MOVED!! Grayson whips Chambers into the last corner!! WHUMPF!! Sandbags from above slam down on the wrestler! Grayson laughs, then limps over to Chambers, picks him up, and STARTS APPLYING THE CHAMBER-MADE!!! Chambers is screaming, but he looks FURIOUS!!! He kicks his leg out, and Grayson is too weak to hold him. Chambers flips backwards, grabbing Grayson's tights, and kicks Grayson OVER HIS HEAD AND BACK INTO THE FIRST TURNBCUKLES!!! KABOOM!!! The blast sends Grayson back to the center of the ring, and Chambers is on the corner.... SUICIDE DIVE ONTO GRAYSON!! GRAYSON ISN'T MOVING!! The ref counts.

1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!

ELIMINATED: Tommy Grayson via Suicide Dive

Artful: "Well, well, well, Connor Chambers come on down."

Chambers makes his way to the top of the ramp and he sees that artful is holding a bag with something in it.

Artful: "Ok Chambers, a decision was made by the committee this afternoon that the winner of this impromptu match would be taken out of direct contention for the World's Title. Now don't get overly anxious. The reason being is that the Winner was going to be proclaimed the first ever EWA North American Cyber Champion. Yes, Connor you are the newest EWA Champion."

Chambers shakes his hand and they both walk into the back. Chambers reemerging after several seconds with the newest EWA belt wrapped firmly around his waist. The crowd goes wild. Chambers jumps around for a few minutes then heads back into the locker room.

Derek: "That was fantastic, Chambers made a great showing, and what a surprise. Him winning the North American Cyber Championship."

Freeman: "Yeah, but I tell you what... He still couldn't take out Chris Douglas alone. I give him two weeks before that belt is in Devastation Inc."

Derek: "A prophecy of things to come. Well champ you're up next. Tell us what are you going to do to Mr. Dragon. Another prophecy perhaps."

Freeman: "The only thin I'll say is that after tonight, I'll have to change my name to JD "Dragonslayer" Freeman. I'm outta here. It's time for the beatings to commence."

Derek: "Ok, that's all from Mr. Freeman, lets look in on poor Jon and his trials and tribulations. What the camera is broken. She did what. Holy cow, I didn't realize it would fit up in there."

The crowd calms down awaiting the entrance of the first wrestler. All of a sudden, Ozzy Osbourne's "Crazy Train" blares from the speakers high above and Jason Dragon makes his way to the ring. He high-fives a few fans on his way. He starts climbing the stairs as "Crazy Train" fades into Metallica's "Sad but True." The crowd erupts with the arena-rocking cheers. A loud hum is heard and Freeman rides down to the ring in his Ford Xtreme. He opens the door and steps out as the cheers increase. He leaves the car parked in the entrance ramp and enters the ring. The bell sounds and Dragon and Freeman start circling. Dragon goes for an inside tie-up but Freeman ducks it and hits Dragon with an Atomic drop. Dragon grabs his nuts and bends over as Freeman lifts him up, and gorilla presses him over the ropes to the concrete floor! Freeman follows him out and starts banging Dragon's head into the steel guard rail. He backs up and goes for a splash but Dragon moves at the last second, as Freeman nails his head on the steel railing.

Dragon starts working on Freeman with punches to the head. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a wooden chair, which he bashes over Freeman's head sending splinters flying everywhere. Blood starts dripping from Freeman's forehead, as Dragon sets him up and Piled rivers him on the outside. He leaves Freeman laying down, and starts removing the padding, revealing the hard concrete floor. He picks Freeman up, and starts setting him up for a DDT! He signals it, but Freeman picks him up and Sidewalk slams Dragon on the concrete. He yanks Dragon up by the hair, and drags him to the entrance ramp, where he gives him a huge belly-to-belly suplex! Freeman goes over to his car, opens the back, gets a box, reaches into it, and pulls out...a thigh-bone! He still has the bone from last week, and he wallops Dragon in the ribs with it! Dragon grabs his ribs in pain as Freeman picks him up and gives him a reverse Russian leg-sweep, where Dragon's face lands on the bone! Dragon's face is covered in blood as Freeman picks him up for a vertical suplex, but Dragon reverses it, suplexing Freeman on the guard rail!

They're on the inside of the railing with the fans, Dragon pushes a fan from his chair, and Pile drives Freeman onto the chair! He throws him back outside the railing and bashes Freeman's head into the front bumper of the car! Dragon throws Freeman in, reaches under the ring, and comes back with a table. He sets the tables up in the ring, then grabs the bloody Freeman, scoop slams him, and locks in the Figure-four! Freeman is screaming and reaching for the ropes, and here comes Dragon’s manager Chris and starts pulling Dragon’s arms for added leverage! Freeman all of a sudden stops screaming, points at Dragon, and stands out of the hold! He grabs Dragon, picks him up, and Powerslams him through the table! He covers him, 1, 2, no. Both men are bloody now, Freeman picks Dragon up, and DDTs him onto one of the table halves! He goes for the cover, 1, 2, no, Chris put Dragon's foot on the bottom rope! Freeman jumps out and starts chasing after Chris, but the doesn't see Dragon get up and go to the top rope, and hit a missile dropkick! Both men landed hard, and now Dragon gets a steel chair and wacks Freeman on the back three times. Chris reaches in his pocket, and hands Dragon some brass knuckles! Dragon picks Freeman up, and nails him in the face! Freeman's face is no longer recognizable through all of the blood, and he is out! Dragon throws Freeman in, and reaches into Freeman's box and pulls out a steel chain! He jumps in the ring, and whips Freeman across the back with the chain!

There are huge purple bruises on Freeman's back, and Dragon now wraps the chain around his own knee, goes to the top rope, and dives knee-first onto Freeman's chest! 1, 2, thr--no! Freeman barely raises his shoulder! Dragon now goes up top again, and hits a diving headbutt! 1, 2, th-kickout by Freeman! Dragon is obviously frustrated. He takes Freeman up top, sets him up for a Superplex, but Freeman reverses it, and suplexes Dragon all the way to the outside floor!

Both men are seemingly out. Freeman gets up after a while, grabs a steel pipe from his car, and bashes Dragon over the head! Dragon drops like a stone! Freeman throws Dragon in, and hits him with a spike piledriver!! 1, 2, thre-NO! Dragon kicked out! Freeman grabs Dragon for an Irish whip, but Dragon reverses it. On the rebound, Chris grabs Freeman's ankle tripping Freeman! But look, Chris Douglas has come up behind Dragon's manager, pulls him back by the hair, and--to the fans enjoyment--hits him with the\ Chi-Town Shocker on the outside floor! Meanwhile, Freeman just punched Dragon in the balls, and picks him up and Power bombs him! He quickly crosses Dragon's legs and turns him over into the modified Texas Cloverleaf, completing the Devastator! Dragon taps out!

Derek: "Where the hell have you been?"

Jon: "I was out...uhh....nevermind, you really don't want to know."

Derek: "So, did you see that match. Devastation INC. rallied from a rather depressing night to pull out the win."

Jon: "Well, was there really any doubt? Of course, they weren't fighting the new improved Jobbers Inc."

Derek: "Not if they are wise, ok Jon, take us home my friend."

Jon: "Gee, I'd like to, but my car is in the shop. You'll have to drive tonight>"

Derek: "Whatever Jon, This is Derek Ash signing off for Jon Marx. We hope you have a wonderful night and have had a great time. Thanks and we'll see you next Tuesday for a special Tuesday night Turtle trot, what it's not that, oh well."

Jon: "I thought it was Tuesday Night Something-or-Another."