#FADE IN FROM BLACK…#

[Adam Northstar is walking into the arena. He is wearing a long yellow trench coat with seven purple buttons down it as well as purple snowshoes.]

Northstar: “Man, I've been here for over ten days and the dudes STILL never gave me the airtime that I requested for MND. Who's in charge around here?”

#beep#
#beep#
#beep#

[Northstar forages within the blind side of his trench coat for the source of the sound.]

Northstar: Found it. Now, all I have to do is whip it out.”

[Northstar appears to be grabbing hold of something. As he moves his left hand into sight, it appears as if he has...]

Northstar: “My cell phone. So that's what it sounds like when I leave the sound on.”

[Northstar shrugs his shoulders and then presses a few buttons.]

Northstar: “Still no word on SFU and the Intergalactic Title situation...I'm starting to think that I am not going to win my appeal; Dude-za may be lucky, for now, but until I hear otherwise, I'm going to presume that I can still get my title back, WITHOUT ANY RECORD OF A GAP in my reign.”

[Northstar presses a few more buttons.]

Northstar: “This looks interesting.”

[Northstar presses a few more buttons.]

Northstar: “WOO HOO...President Shadow dude has been removed from office. My threat of the petition worked and I only had to have five signatures to do it too.”

[Northstar smiles a bit.]

Northstar: “I'm not sure which thing sealed the deal, but it could've been the psychological effect of that fifth signature...or the pressure of the lawsuit...or me having enough courage to air my tape on two MND's ago, which the ICWF FINALLY had enough courage to do later on...or Shadow dude's failure to set a good example and report for work like the more responsible dudes and babes in this company do...Heck, it could've even been the way the he treated me in his office earlier this month.”

[Northstar pauses for a moment.]

Northstar: “I don't care; I rule. President Shadow dude is the SECOND, yes, it's true, SECOND unjust ICWF President who has removed from office in the last four months, due to my activism. WOO HOO !!!!!!!!!!”

[Northstar starts darting away as he raises the # 1 sign.]

…

# CUE: "Animal I have Become" by Three Days Grace #

[ ..As the Graphic Fades Out, and the song is Blaring, we Open Up and See the Inside of the Scotia Bank Place in Ottawa, Ontario Canada… where ICWF Fans are GOING CRAZY!]

Gates V.O.: Welcome Everyone to MONDAY. NIGHT…

Jimmy “J.J.” Walker V.O.: “DYN-O-MITE!!!”

[And they are Holding Up Signs... Yes, There is NO CENSORSHIP Here in the ICWF! Some of the Notable Statements include...]

" I LOVE FUN-YUNS!! "

" FU-BAMA IN 2012!!"

"WE WANT JACK VENUS! "

" WE’VE WAITING A WHOLE WEEK FOR THIS! (Thanks, God)"

" BLANKMAN & BROWER = NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS"

" DRIVE FOR 5… STILL ALIVE!!"

"SPOOKY DOOM = SUPERSTAR "

" T.A.K.E. TAKES IT IN THE A.S.S.E.S. "

[ ... And on, and on it goes... Until we cut to a shot of the ICWF's Two Man Announcing Team...
Barry Gates and Gerald Casale!]

Gates: Welcome everyone to MONDAY NIGHT DYN-O-MITE! We’re live here in the Scotia Blank Place, one week LATER than originally scheduled… but there’s not storm on this EARTH that will stop tonight’s show!

Casale: And did I just hear my hero RIGHT?! Did his petition finally REMOVE Patrick Shade from office?!

Gates: Contrary to popula-… one man’s opinion that President Shade has been removed from office, he is in fact NOT in the arena tonight, but has been tied up in meetings this entire weekend.

Casale: Meetings?! Well it better damn well be to settle this whole Six Feet Under business!

Gates: Well… highly unlikely… but all I can confirm is what I’m told, and I’m told its leading to a BLOCKBUSTER announcement, whenever we may hear that announcement remains to be seen, but ICWF President Patrick Shade is NOT in the area tonight, but we’ve still got a BOAT LOAD of action to bring to you.

Casale: Well, let me cut you off right there because I’m not wastin’ ANY time announcing this one… Next week by order of President Patrick Shade… Former G3 Members COLLIDE as RJ SOUZA takes on ERASER… with Special Guest Referee… ICWF World Champion Spooky Doom!

Crowd: YYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

[No, the crowd can’t hear Gerald… the Intense-Tron has just lit up with next week’s graphic of RJ Souza, Eraser… and Spooky Doom smack dab between them, Spooky wearing a black and white striped and skull & cross bone covered Referee’s shirt.]

Casale: Neener Neener Neener! You didn’t get to announce that!

Gates: Mature as always, Gerald.

Casale: Thanks! So… well… what kind of a crap show we got tonight? Who am I forced to look at out here and TRY to make some Gold out of it with my rapist wit?

Gates: Our first match of the card find Kenji Metwaro taking on Florida Indy-Circuit Talent Craig Decker!

Casale: … whoopee.

Gates: This is a big opportunity for Craig Decker, as he’s receiving a try out against the huge star in Japan, Kenji Metwaro. The information we have on Decker says he spent most of 2008 wrestling around Florida, he sent his tape into President Shade and now here he is with the biggest opportunity of his career, and he just finished up his first year in wrestling.

Casale: He won’t be of any importance unless he defeats Metwaro, which would be great! It would give Lexx Love… The Third.. something else worthwhile to make fun of him for.

Gates: Fans, let’s go to SLICK MICK who’s in the ring standing by!

[The crowd pops as the One, The Only… “SLICK” Mick Karch, ring-announcing extraordinaire steps through the ropes and bellies out the first public words of the evening…]

Slick Mick: “Ladies and Gentlemen… our next match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a fifteen minute time limit!!!”

[Some rockin’ music plays, Craig Decker quickly comes from the back. He has near shoulder length blonde hair. He’s wearing white wrist tape with white tights, with red streaks tying around the trunks, and white boots. He sprints towards the ring before sliding under the bottom rope, the crowd gives him no reaction as he raises up his hands as he stands on the middle rope.]

Slick Mick: Introducing first, making his ICWF debut..Weighing in at 217 pounds…Craig Decker!!

[Decker throws his hands up once more.]

Gates: Decker is only twenty years old, I’m pretty sure he has to be nervous to be on this big of a stage...

Casale: All he has to do is rip up a Japanese flag and Metwaro will faint, and he can pin him.

Gates: Sometimes, I worry about you..

Slick Mick: And introducing his opponent…from Wako, Japan,
standing six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at 268 pounds….
he is…

“R I S I N G S U N”

K E N J I M E T W A R O ! ! ! ! !

[A silhouette appears on the IntenseTron. It appears to be off in the distance, it begins making it's way towards the screen. After a few moments the silhouette begins making it's way closer to the screen.
After every few steps the tron flashes showing a sun that takes up the whole viewing space. As the figure approaches view we notice that it is no other than, "The Rising Sun" Kenji Metwaro. He crosses his arms and stares outwards, seemingly looking everyone directly in the eye. In his surrounding background, the large sun appears; suddenly, the lights dim. The IntenseTron switches to what looks to a classroom in Japan. Young Japanese Pop singer Senami Yokoyama, is seen sitting on a stool; looking much like a teacher. Young children are sitting around her, she starts to address the students in a calming voice.]

"Don't Be Scared Kegumi."

"The Sun Doesn't Die At Night."

"It's Always Been The Same Sun."

"And The Sun Always Rises."

[Once she says rises her voice trails off, an orange light flashes through the arena as, "The Rising Sun" by Senami Yokoyama plays through the arena. Kenji Metwaro comes from the back with a look of determination on his face. Kenji is wearing a combination of white and light blue elbow pads, knee pads, short trunks, and boots. The back of his trunks have the sun on the back. He has his light blue and white face paint on once more. He walks to the ring getting a nice reaction from the crowd, he slaps the hands of a few fans at ringside. He has a smile on his face tonight.]

Gates: Kenji again looks to be in good shape, coming off his win against Mayhem and the upcoming NJWF tour he seems to be hitting his stride.

Casale: It won’t help him, if he does get an Intercontinental Championship match against Lexx, he won’t win. If he does I won’t drink for a week!

Gates: I’m going to hold you to that Gerald!

"The Sun Rises Over The Horizon, In The Shape Of A Man!"

"There Could Only Be One Explanation For This Unique Event!"

"Me-Me-METWAROOOOO! "

"Me-Me-METWAROOOOO! "

"Kenji Me-Me-METWAROOOOO! "

"Passion And Fire With A lot Of Courage!"

"All His Opponents Would Be Better To."

(Metwaro's Voice) "Follow My Lead!"

Gates: This is a pretty catchy song, the ICWF crowd seems to take to it.

Casale: It sucks…

[Kenji quickly makes his around the ring, slapping more fans hands. Their reaction picks up with the upbeat nature of the song. After circling the ring Kenji makes his way up the steel steps. Kenji makes his way to the turnbuckles and climbs to the second turnbuckle and plays to the crowd.]

(Metwaro's Voice)"Follow My Lead!"

"The Rising Sun Is Here!"

"He'll Never Cower In The Face Of Fear!"

"He is Kenji Me-Me-METWAROOOOO! "

[Metwaro drops from the turnbuckle and walks towards the ropes, he leans up against them and pumps his fist into the air getting a huge reaction from the crowd.]

Gates: Here we go, we’re ready to get this match started, the referee is asking for the bell.

#DING DING DING#

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KENJI METWARO

vs.

CRAIG DECKER

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Casale: I’m calling Decker with the upset.

Gates: Here they go tying up…Kenji quickly backs Decker up to the turnbuckles. He definitely overpowered Decker in that exchange.

[The referee asks for a clean break, pulling a bit on Kenji’s arm.]

Casale: Hit him Kenji! Don’t be a pansy your whole life!

Gates: Kenji backs off with the clean break, he follows the rules Gerald. That’s why these fans respect him.

[Decker looks a little frustrated and stomps his foot, he looks over to Kenji and charges him.]

Casale: Decker is being a little anxious here…

Gates: Kenji side stepped Decker… and he pushes him chest first into the turnbuckles. Decker needs to be patient against someone like Metwaro.

[Metwaro turns Decker around in the corner and nails him with a Knife Edged Chop causing Decker to let out a scream.]

Casale: Okay, maybe that hurt a little. That shot echoed through the arena.

Gates: Decker is holding his chest…a hard forearm shot from Metwaro to Decker. There’s another forearm from Metwaro, that one rocked Decker’s head to the side.

[Metwaro pulls Decker out of the corner, quickly whipping him to the far ropes.]

Casale: Decker ducks under a back elbow, first sign of life from him tonight..

Gates: Metwaro takes flight…He nearly took Decker’s head off with that Spinning Heel Kick. He put his heel right to the side of Decker’s head.

[Decker slumps to the mat holding his head, groaning in pain. Metwaro makes his way to the apron measuring Decker.]

Casale: I can’t say I’m impressed with Craig Decker, he hasn’t even caused Metwaro to break a sweat.

Gates: Decker is slow to get to his feet, he’s still holding his head. That kick did some major damage…We’ve seen this from Kenji before.

[As Decker gets to his feet and turns towards Kenji, he springs off the top rope diving directly towards Decker like a bullet knocking him down with a Lariat. Some cheers are heard from the crowd.]

Casale: Decker is finished…

Gates: That was the Suru Lariat from Kenji Metwaro, and Decker just crumbled to the mat…Kenji isn’t wasting anytime he’s pulling Decker back up to his feet.

[Kenji slides behind Decker, picking him up onto his shoulders. The crowd knows what’s coming and begins to cheer.]

Casale: This won’t be pretty, Decker may just want to retire after this…

Gates: Kenji takes a step forward…Burning Hammer! Decker was dropped right on his head!

[Groans are heard from the crowd.]

Casale: Yep…He’s dead.

Gates: Kenji hooks his leg…1...2...3!

#DING DING DING#

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HERE IS YOUR WINNER: KENJI METWARO!
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["The Rising Sun" by Senami Yokoyama plays through the arena as Kenji gets up looking out towards the crowd. Craig Decker lays prone in the ring, yet to move after taking the Burning Hammer. The referee checks on him.]

Casale: If Kenji thinks he’ll be able to defeat Lexx Love the third that easy he’s lying to himself.

Gates: Kenji is someone that prepares for every opponent, he knows the challenge that Lexx Love the third would give him…

#SSSSHHHHHUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!#

Casale: What the?!

[A large gong sound heard over the speakers as all eyes whip around in confusion. The lights slowly dim, and golden spotlights flicker as they dimly light the entrance ramp. As the crowd hushes to a silence, Koto music can be heard playing through the speakers…]

#TING TONG TING TONG TONG TONG TING TONG…#

[… and after a long delay a tall figure, shimmering in the golden spotlight, steps through the curtains and out onto the stage. The cameraman runs towards the figure, revealed to be covered in head to toe with shiny silver Shogun Armor…]

#TING TING TONG TONG TING TONG TING TONG TING TING…#

Casale: It’s the Silver Samurai!

Gates: Who the heck is the Silver Samurai?

Casale: You know, the Wolverine villain? Come on Gates, it’s like COMMON knowledge.

#TING TONG TING TONG TONG TONG TING TONG TING…#

[… The Samurai pauses, raising a finger up calmly from his side and pointing it directly at Kenji Metwaro who’s providing his full attention at this point… and his raised arm is soon joined by his other as both hands point forward, then spread wide up to the sides… the palms of his hands FLICK UPWARD as his head rocks backward…]

#TING TONG TING TONG TONG…. BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!#

[… and the lights come on with an explosion of Gold and Pink pyro!]

Gates: It’s Lexx Love The Third!!

Girls In Crowd: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

[… and Kenji isn’t amused.]

Casale: Why the hell is Lexx wearing Shogun armor?!

Gates: Yeah, Lexx and ANYTHING to do with Shogun armor makes NO SENSE.

[With the lights on we can see Lexx Love III’s shiny smile, practically glossier than the polished silver armor and helmet he’s adorned in. One outstretched arm reaches behind Lexx’s back, retrieving the Intercontinental Title and raising it up over his head…. the other reaches to the handle of the sword sheathe attached to his belt…]

Gates: Oh my God… Lexx Love has a Katana?!

Casale: That’s what the girls tell me.

[… Nope! It’s simply a Samurai Sword handle attached to a slim microphone. As Kenji stands hands on his hips, stoic faced as he stares down Lexx Love, Lexx, in full theatrics, does a little squat-choppy-chop pose showing off his expensive new suit…]

Girls In Crowd: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

[… to the delight of the girls! Finally he raises a microphone to his smile…]

Lexx Love III: “…Babe.”

Girls In Crowd: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Gates: We’re going to be here a while listening to this aren’t we?

Casale: Must see TV!

Lexx Love III: “…Don’t bother running over to him with a microphone Mick, because Kenji has nothing to say that I care to hear. But I’ll be doing all of the talking, natch. Kenji… I’ve been thinking long and hard…”

Girls In Crowd: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Casale: I don’t get i-… OH! Now I get it!

Lexx Love III: “ … And you won’t hear this very often, so thank me later, but I made a mistake.”

Casale: WHAT?!

Gates: Lexx? Noooo….

Lexx Love III: “You know this all started between me and you when you came out here and laid out an open challenge, and when I conditionally accepted it and you got a door dropped on your head… I thought we were going to be just fine. You and I got in the ring finally and did what we do, and I chumped you like the ‘All Hype Wrestler’ you are… and then some of your kin had an opinion they wanted to voice. Now Last Sunday, babe, I did a little P.O.V. from my private office about who my big Mystery Opponent was going to be… and naturally the committee who runs the place doesn’t realize I’m the most lucrative commodity on the roster and they scrapped my match… this getting lost in translation Kenji?”

Gates: Oh boy…

[Kenji remains silent, unwavering.]

Lexx Love III: “But last week I evaluated everyone who’s gunning for MY Intercontinental Title… and in hindsight…”

Girls In Crowd: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Gates: I don’t get it…

Casale: Hindsight? OH! NOW I GET IT!

Lexx Love III: “Thanks Babe, it is spectacular isn’t it?... and since my hindsight is not only 110% perfection, but also 20/20,… Kenji Met-whatever-you’re-supposed-to-be… you haven’t proven SHIT to anyone!”

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Gates: Um, wow.

Lexx Love III: “I’ve heard all the comparison made between us… We both have a chip on our shoulder... a bit of an ego if you want to rock that, babe.... We both have a little smug in our smile... we both have Shogun Armor…”

Gates: Well, that explains Lexx’s attire.

Casale: Does Kenji have Shogun Armor?

[Lexx flips the IC strap over his shoulder, then slowly starts to pull the helmet off his head… chucking it on the ground…]

Lexx Love III: “But the one thing that I have… and you don’t… and it’s a big one, babe…”

Girls In Crowd: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Gates: Jesus, is this where it’s going?

[Lexx looks around at the response, slight smirking…]

Lexx Love III: “…IS CREDIBILITY. You've yet to beat anyone that matters a c-hair, Kenj-Mo. Oh sure, you have so much Honor they set up a frikkin’ Foundation around it. You’ve wrestled in so many federations the number rivals my bank balance. But, babe, and I want you to seriously consider the answer to this…"

[Lexx’s armor stripping continues…]

Lexx Love III: “What the hell have you done lately?!”

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh…..

Gates: There is definitely something different about Lexx. He doesn’t seem to be as playful, he’s being deadpan serious.

Casale: Well, he is saying all of this in a suit of armor.

Gates: Yeah, true.

Lexx Love III: “I mean, look at you babe. I’m taking out guys like Frostbite and Hades and Dexter Payne and you’re losing to Eraser or being ‘absent’ from the ICWF locker room… and now beating on guys who aren’t even worth a damn! I mean, who the hell is that you just wrestled? He doesn’t mean a THING to any of the babes who bought a ticket here tonight!”

Casale: I can’t believe what I’m hearing!

[Kenji still stares, and Lexx is bouncing it right back at him.]

Lexx Love III: “No, babe, you stare at me like you have no emotions going through your eyes… but you seriously need to get a reality check, babe. You’re NOT getting a shot at the Intercontinental Title. NOT because I don’t really like you… and I don’t. NOT because I’m afraid of you… cuz I’m not… but because the title tournament I just won didn’t mean I should defend the Intercontinental Title against a nobody-babe like you. See me right here? Standing so far away?”

[Lexx is pointing towards his feet, that boyish grin turning to that of a stern father’s or boss’s or somebody…]

Lexx Love III: “I’m not even coming down there because right now, you don’t deserve to be in the SAME. DAMN. RING as me!”

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Lexx Love III: “Because Kenji… and if you need to get your translators to tell you what I said after all this I strongly suggest you do so, so that you understand these next words… I’m Hot Shit right now… and you’re just simply: shit. Not even a capital ‘S’, babe.”

Gates: Wow.

Casale: Lexx is makin’ a whole lot of sense to me though.

Lexx Love III: “So if you actually want to get into the ring with me some day, you better do something a hell of a lot more impressive then beating on one of Northstar’s A.S.S.E.S. to show off. Because I did make a mistake in wasting all that time on you… and I won’t make the same mistake twice…”

[Kenji’s stare is intense, and for once, Lexx is looking pretty damn intense himself. He has the last piece of armor in his hands, and he drops it into the pile at his feet…]

Lexx Love III: “…Babe.”

[Lexx spins on a heel, dropping the microphone at his side and holding the Intercontinental Championship title over his head as he, literally, walks out on Kenji Metwaro who stands staring from the ring…]

Gates: Wow.

Casale: Lexx just handed him a ‘Eff You Very Much’ card!

Gates: Lexx Love The Third… I think for once he’s rendered me speechless with that.

Casale: Feelin’ a little fruity for Lexx, Gates?
Gates: Oh Jesus, you’re ridiculous. You know, nevermind it… we all saw it… let’s just wrap up part one. Folks, we’ll be back in just a few minutes for part two of Monday Night…

Jimmy ‘J.J.’ Walker: “DYN-O-MITE!!!”

#FADE TO…#

[A snippet of “Yes We Can” by will.i.am plays over the PA system, as an advertisement flashes up on the Intensetron, before fading in onto the screen, reading…]

DID YOU KNOW…

This is the third straight show since Six Feet Under, and Spooky Doom has yet to defend the ICWF Championship?

After a few seconds, the message fades to read…

**A CHANGE IS COMING**


#END PART ONE...#

Gates: We’re back folks and we’ll take you backstage, where one of our new reporters Avril Beaumont is with Kenji Metwaro.

Casale: She’s really hot…

Gates: I swear you have a one track mind.

[The scene switches to backstage, Avril is the first figure in the picture. She is wearing a dark blue top, with a long sleeve white shirt underneath. Beside her stands, Kenji Metwaro wearing a dark red long sleeve shirt, the collar remains unbuttoned. He has a somewhat intense look on his face, it’s obvious that Lexx Love’s words from earlier are on his mind.]

Casale: Wow, Kenji’s stressin’!

[Kenji pops his head to either side of his shoulders, perhaps Love has finally hit a nerve that could cause Metwaro to lose his focus and direction. Just the look in his eyes is one of frustration and resentment, perhaps Love has finally gained the mental advantage over his opponent. Yet, those that have ever followed Kenji’s career know that the name being announced at the end of the Love and Metwaro encounter will be…]

AB: “Kenji, I just wanted to get your reaction to what Lexx Love The Third said to you after your match earlier.”

[Avril moves the microphone up towards Kenji, who lets out a sigh before placing his hands on his hips.]

KM: “I don’t know who told Lexx he could make his own matches, for some reason he believes he can say whatever he wants to me without any repercussions…”

[Kenji smirks for a moment shaking his head from side to side briefly. A snicker escapes his lips as he turns his head towards Avril.]

KM: “Here is a notice Lexx, that ends now. I’m tired of your games, your jokes, and your idea of believing you are the greatest asset on planet earth. I’m not one to live in the past, but I doubt you want to compare my list of accomplishments to your own. Where have you been wrestling the past few years? Gyms around Chicago? I’ll give you credit, you do have a lot of momentum and have been able to defeat everyone you’ve wrestled in the ICWF…”

[Kenji pauses for a moment, turning directly towards the camera. The picture zooms in slightly, showing Kenji from the chest up.]

KM: “Except for me, and I didn’t even wrestle my best match against you Love. As far as I am concerned, you are a coward that deep down inside knows there is one person in the ICWF that is a more superior wrestler than you.”

[Kenji shakes his head as the picture zooms out, showing both he and Avril.]

KM: “Lexx, you have until Holiday Horrors to start following my lead or the Intercontinental Championship will no longer be yours.”

[Kenji walks away from the scene.]


#BACK TO GATES & CASALE#

Gates: And I’m shocked to say it, but I think Lexx Love The Third finally got under the skin of Kenji Metwaro. And all it took was a suit of armor…

Casale: Oh come on, Lexx is playing at such an advanced level here, Kenji isn’t even in his league… OF COURSE he’s stresses about it! Lexx just told him he’s not getting a shot at the belt! Kenji’s screwed!

Gates: Do you really think Lexx isn’t in some way intimidated by Kenji Metwaro? What with his whole reputation, skill, history, win/losses… the LEGACY he has in Japan.

Casale: Gates, Lexx doesn’t even know where Japan is on map, let alone care who Kenji fought there.

Gates: … That’s probably true. But nonetheless, for Lexx-

Casale: Hey baldy, shut up for a minute! I'm getting some info here. . there's an interviewer headed to the T.A.K.E. dressing room!


#CUT TO BACKSTAGE#

[We cut to a backstage corridor, the cameraman moving fast to stay close behind an impeccably dressed Nikki Riviera. Riviera heads quickly for a door, one which has a dark plastic sign affixed to it, complete with a large golden "T.A.K.E." logo across it. Riviera stops at the door to knock. . ]

# KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK #

[Not exactly a quiet knock either. . A voice from within the room responds. . ]

"Who the hell is it?!"

Riviera: "It's Nikki Riviera, I wanted a few words-"

"Yeah, yeah, just open the door."

[Riviera turns the handle, entering the room, followed by the camera man.]

[Hootie Blackdog is putting his gear in a nearby locker. He’s wearing a black T.A.K.E. T-Shirt, blue jeans and brown Timberlands. A lit cigarette is dangling from his mouth.]

[Adam Northstar is in the background, sitting on a bench. He is wearing nothing but purple jeans and purple tennis shoes with matching laces. He is looking at Riviera defensively. ]

[Tyler Durden is slumped back in a chair, close to the wall of the room. His feet are up on another nearby chair, an mp3 player resting on his stomach, one earphone in, the other hanging out. He's dressed in a pair of dark jogging bottoms, and a loose fitting grey hooded top. His hair is still spiked up as is usual, and he grins a little as he looks up and sees Nikki Riviera.]

Hootie Blackdog: Hey Riviera, just so you know, TD ain’t YOUR biggest fan either.

Nikki Riviera: (ignoring him, while glaring in Durden’s direction) Do you have anything to say to the fans Hootie?

Hootie Blackdog: Not the dumb-ass fans that are HERE tonight. I only have something to say to MY MILLIONS of loyal fans. Fans that tune in to see T.A.K.E each and every week. Fans like my friend Pedro, who writes on this blog every week about how great I am. How I’m the best wrestler in the history of this sport. Pedro is a little slow, if you know what I mean, but even HE knows greatness when he sees it. But I digress. The three of us came here with one goal in mind tonight. Tonight, we show the WORLD why we run this dump. Oh, everybody likes to turn their heads and ignore us when we say WE run professional wrestling. They say to themselves, “there goes that Blackdog again....with his big mouth.” Tonight, there will be no more speeches. Tonight there will be pain. First of all, Frostbite, he’s finished. We have a little something for HIS ass later on. Then of course, there’s Blankman and Brower. Don’t think we forgot about YOU bastards either. No Miss Nikki, tonight, there won’t be any yelling. There won’t be any one of us screaming for bastards to SHUT THE HELL UP. No, tonight, we’re gonna make bastards bleed and cry. And that’s the truth, cause Hootie don’t lie.

[Hootie flicks the cigarette on the floor and turns his back on Nikki. He goes back to unpacking his gear.]

[Nikki turns slowly towards Durden, having walked out on the superstar the only other time she attempted to interview him. . Durdens face slowly breaks into the grin of a cheshire cat, knowing Nikki doesn't like him, and knowing that she's too much of a professional to just ignore him. . ]

Riviera: "So. . any words from you, Tyler?"

Durden: "Words? About what? T.A.K.E. has given plenty of words to all of you ignorant ICWF interviewers and your incompetent colleagues. We've already said plenty about this absolute dung pile of a roster that thinks it can do something in OUR federation. Our actions speak stronger, and we are going to prove once more that WE are the premier force in this entire damn sport, and that the ICWF belongs to us, it is OUR turf."

Rivera: "Do you really believe that?"

[Durden sits up in his chair, staring intensely at Riviera.]

Durden: "People should always believe the truth. Simple enough for you there darling? Tonight, you and everybody else will see what happens to Seth Brower. Brower thinks he can take me out? Ha, he can try. Him and Blankman think they can challenge T.A.K.E.? We'll see about that, punks. You guys are finished in this business. If you wanna get by here, you stay the hell out of OUR way. You want to get in our faces, then we're gonna deal with you."

[Nikki Riviera simply turns away from Durden and towards Adam Northstar. . ]

Northstar: Babe...do you HONESTLY have no clue that I do watch WRASSLIN' ROUND UP ?????? I see how you and fat dude treat me on there; at times, I feel as if I would've been treated better if I would've been Carrie White at her high school...IN GYM CLASS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Northstar backtracks a little.]

Northstar: You have seen the movie "Carrie" or at the very least, know the reference, right babe ? Anyway, that's not my point, babe: my point is...what makes YOU, Nikki Riviera, think that you have even earned the right to ask YOURS TRULY, "The Legendary Advocate" Adam Northstar, a question ?

[Northstar pauses for a moment.]

Northstar: Better question yet, babe: what makes YOU, Nikki Riviera, think that I, "The Legendary Advocate" Adam Northstar, would give you an answer to your question(s) even if I deemed it worthy to do such ? I will say things on MY TIME, not yours. That, I, "The Legendary Advocate" Adam Northstar, promise TO...THE...WORLD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Northstar looks at the camera.]

Northstar: You better leave now, babe. That thing...

[Northstar points to the camera lens.]

Northstar: “...is the only proof that we have that is keeping you...”

[Northstar points to Riviera.]

Northstar: “...from accusing us...”

[Northstar points to Durden, Blackdog, and then himself.]

Northstar: “...of sexual misconduct.”

[Northstar pauses again.]

Northstar: “And as for now, we, TAKE, want the camera TURNED OFF.”

[Riviera and the cameraman back out of the room slowly and then close the door.]


#BACK TO GATES & CASALE#

Gates: Sounds like Adam Northstar didn't have his Minute Maid yet.

Casale: Gates, Adam Northstar is as cheery as ever. Nikki Riviera is just annoying.

Gates: She still said "no" to a date, huh, Gerald ?

Casale: [ drops his head ] Yeah.

Gates: "Next up, we have a three-way match featuring the three newest superstars in the ICWF-"

Casale: "Oh no, wake me up when it's over."

Gates: "Last week, Razor and "Sugar" Shane Grissom debuted in a match against each other that ended in a time limit draw. This week that time limit draw has been eliminated, but Bobby Frasier has been thrown in the mix."

[Lights go out as a voice splits the darkness.]

VOICE: Alright......You know what time it is!

[Limp Bizkit's "Rollin'" begins to blare on the PA system as fireworks and cannons explode around the entrance area. Out steps "Sugar" Shayne Grissom decked out in a shining vest and his wrestling tights are solid purple, with '"cut" holes in them that have black, see-through material in them. His black hair pulled back in a tail and sunglasses firmly on his head he poses for the crowd as a giant, purple "Sugar" flashes on the big screen above him. The crowd explodes in cheers as he slowly walks down the aisle and slaps high fives with fans all the way down to the ring. Grissom reaches center ring and strikes a pose to show off his muscles, as the chorus echoes and cannons begin firing from the ringposts.]

Song: #ROLLIN', ROLLIN', ROLLIN'#

*****BOOM!!!!!*******

Song: #ROLLIN', ROLLIN', ROLLIN'#

*****BOOM!!!!!*******

Song: #ROLLIN', ROLLIN', ROLLIN'#

*****BOOM!!!!!*******

[The music dies down as Grissom removes his glasses and vest to prepare for the match as the fans begin chanting "Sugar!" over and over. Grissom points to the fans and smiles widely as he feels their support.]

Gates: "Grissom was not too happy about the time limit draw from last week, he even went so far as to call it 'embarrassing.'"

Casale: "He should be embarrassed! How many time limit draws have we had in our 10+ years of the ICWF?"

Gates: "Well, he was facing a very competitive Razor. This match will NOT have time constraints, so barring a TRIPLE disqualification, there will be a winner in this match."

[The lights in the arena go out, and they stay out. Silence comes over the crowd, a sustained silence.]

DING!!!

[The first bells and strings of "Ecstasy of Gold" are heard throughout the venue. It creates a sense of awe over the crowd.]

DING!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!

[With next bell ring a large blast of golden pyro goes off at the head of the entrance way. The strings pick up in volume. As the lights now all go to a golden hue. The attention of the crowd is focused on the entrance way.]

DING!!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!

[Another loud eruption of golden pyro goes off and sets a wave of explosions down the entire length of the rampway. The aisle and curtain area are both engulfed in a large plume of smoke. Two figures appear from the top of the curtain. The strings continue to pick up in intensity.]

SMK: Making his way to the ring…

[The first figure is revealed as the thick cloud of smoke begins to part. There stands a man, wearing a bright golden robe. Sticking out his chiseled jaw at those in attendance. Seen in the shadows behind the man in a woman in a lengthy golden dress. The man starts to move forward towards the ring, but with that another eruption of golden pyro goes off behind him, illuminating the entire arena once more. A shower of silver sparks follows that blast, highlighting the man, shining his robe, defining his physique in a manner that looks like he stands in front of the gates of heaven.]

Casale: "Bobby Frasier has been here for a couple of months, how is he even considered 'new'?

Gates: "He was the last person to join before Razor and Shayne, so in a sense, he IS new, just not as NEW as these guys."

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!

[The lights all go black, with the lone exception being that of a solitary golden spotlight. It follows the robed gentleman as he calmly makes his way along the pathway to the squared-circle.]

SMK: Hailing from Anaheim, California, and weighing in at TWO HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR POUNDS!!!...

[He arrives at ringside from the smoky aisle and climbs the stairwell. There the woman that follows goes up to the apron and sits between the ropes, opening them up as the man makes his way through them.]

SMK: HE IS "THE FRANCHISE" BOBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY FRAAAAAAAAAAASIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!

[Frasier stands in the middle of the ring and raises his arms as three blasts of pyrotechnics are fired out of each ring post. Gold! Silver! Gold! The lights are back to the golden color from when he first emerged from behind the curtain. He slowly slides his robe off his left shoulder, and then down of his right shoulder.]

Casale: "Bobby Frasier is one of the smarter guys in the ICWF, Stacey LEAVES the ring after she takes off Bobby's robe, ensuring that she doesn't get attacked, as valets often do."

[He flashes his multi-million dollar smile at his opponent and the crowd as Stacey, his personal valet removes the rest of his robe by hand revealing the man's athletic build, further amplified by the bronzing affect of the lighting. Stacey folds the robe neatly and leaves the ring.]

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!

[With a final blast, the song ends. Frasier has a look of absolute focus on his face and engages in some friendly banter with Shayne Grissom as they wait for Razor to enter.]

Gates: "Bobby Frasier, wasting NO time with the trash talking."

Casale: "He is trying to get inside of Grissom's head, although I don't think it's working too well."

[The opening chords of "Superstar" by Saliva heralds the imminent appearance of none other than Razor. Then the vocals of Josey Scott kick in the words echoing the sentiment of the wrestling veteran.]

Now has come the day that I take the lead and I make you follow.
Toast to champagne cause I came for greed and not for tomorrow.
If it feels good then it feels good and I do it all day.
You want me to play
You best bring your brain
You best bring your game.

[Razor then steps through the curtain, survey's the crowd, and curls up his lips into a dazzling smile. The crowd shows him some love as he starts on his journey towards the ring. On his way to the ring Razor has a little bit of interaction with some of the better looking females in the front of the crowd, much to the annoyance of the more dedicated fans. Finally Razor arrives at the ring, quickly jumps up onto the ring apron before leaping over the top rope and into the ring. Razor then starts to perform a few warm up exercises, ignoring both Grissom and Frasier in the process.]

Casale: "Look at Razor's physique! 'Nothing short of pure excellence!'"

Gates: "Gerald, you've never been a guy, to comment on another's physique. Women, that's another story, but men…"

Casale: "Yeah, but just look at the abs on that man. He might be paler than the titular character in the movie, "Powder," but good lord THOSE are washboard abs!"

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“THE FUTURE OF THE ICWF”

Bobby Frasier
Vs.
"The Icon" Razor
Vs.
"Sugar" Shayne Grissom

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#DING DING DING#

[The bell rings and Bobby Frasier is still having a few choice words with "Sugar" Shayne Grissom. The words escalate to physicality once the bell rings, as Bobby SHOVES Grissom, and Frasier promptly returns the deed. Razor, finished with his stretches, runs over to the fracas and throws a punch, hitting Grissom square in the face and knocking him backwards. Grissom, enraged, KICKS him in the gut and…]

Casale: "WOW!"

Gates: "DEVASTATING powerslam by "Sugar" Shayne Grissom!"

[Razor is winded. Bobby is chillin' in the corner watching what's going on, but Shayne turns towards him, Bobby charges, Shayne ducks down, lifting Frasier over top of him… BACK BODY DROP by Shayne… but Bobby Frasier grabs a hold of Shayne's waist, and pulls him down with a school boy maneuver with pin…]

Referee: "One!"

[Shayne kicks out! Then he reverses with a school boy of his own!]

Referee: "One!"

[Bobby Frasier kicks Shayne Grissom off of him. The two men don't have much time to do anything, as Razor meets them both with FALLING KICKS to their faces! All three men are up now, both Bobby and Shayne go to work on Razor, hitting him a flurry of punches and kicks. Grissom whips Razor into the turnbuckle-NO! Razor reverses… Razor follows behind, Grissom jumps onto the second turnbuckle and LEAPS back at Razor… Razor reacts to try and catch him, but Grissom grabs Razor' neck…]

CROWD: "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Gates: "TORNADO DDT from "Sugar" Shayne Grissom!!!!! High flying, high impact move from a heavyweight, something you don't see everyday!"

[Frasier, the opportunist, has let down his elbow pad exposing the elbow...]

~~*WHOMP*~~

[…and lays out the unsuspecting Grissom.]

Gates: "NAKED ELBOW FROM BOBBY FRASIER! OH MY GOD REFEREE CALL THE MATCH!!!"

Casale: "Wait, what? That move has been legal since like… 1972.

Gates: "And that's a move I respectfully disagree with Gerald. You're old enough to remember back then, that's when wrestlers fought with class."

Casale: "Well Barry, you're right that I'm probably old enough to remember such a day, but I don't. You want to know why? Because I was DRUNK out of my mind and don't remember anything before 1996."

[Grissom is knocked down, Razor is knocked down, which means Frasier takes the opportunity… POSE for the CROWD!]

Crowd (mostly girls): "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

[Meanwhile, "Sugar" Shayne is up, he goes to attack Bobby from behind, but Razor grabs him and turns him around. Shayne tries to surprise him with a kick, but Razor trips him up and locks in the RAZOR LOCK…]

Crowd: "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Gates: "Patented Razor Lock from Razor, caused a lot of problems for Grissom in their time limit draw last week."

[…Grissom is reeling from the Razor lock, he reaches out for the ropes, but he is too far away. He then tries to use his arms as leverage to LIFT himself out of the hold, but to no avail. Grissom is winded, but not giving up. Finally, he manages to get one of his legs free, and KICK Razor so that he lets go of the hold.]

Crowd: "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Gates: "Wow, what a turn of events from last week."

Casale: "It looks like he did his research!"

Gates: "Wait! Is Bobby STILL posting for the crowd???"

[Pan to the other side of the ring, where Bobby is now standing on the turnbuckle, flexing his muscles!]

Casale: "Yes he is, wouldn't you if you had a physique like that?"

Gates: "There you go with the physique compliments again!"

[Both Razor and Grissom are up. Grissom WHIPS Razor into the turnbuckle… so that he CRASHES right into Bobby Frasier. Grissom gets a running start, CROSSBODY BLOCK on both men! They both come tumbling down!]

[Grissom lifts Razor so he is sitting up, putting him in an abdominal stretch. Bobby Frasier has slid out of the ring. After a few seconds, he hasn't gotten anywhere so he turns it into a pumplehandle lift into the air, but then catches him and oh….]



Crowd: "YEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"



Casale: "I don't know what that move was, but I liked it!"

Gates: "I don't know what it was either, Gerald! It looked like a modified Juvi-Driver!"

[That move took a lot out of Grissom, who takes his time and goes for the pin…]


Referee: "One…."


Referee: "Two…."


[KICKOUT!]

Referee: "THREE!!!!!!!"

Gates: "Razor kicks out, if only because that move took a LOT out of Grissom!"

Casale: "What a difference a snow delay makes, two weeks ago Razor and Grissom went to a time limit, this week Grissom is kicking his ass-"

Gates: "And Frasier doesn't even seem to be interested in what's going on!"

[Grissom is now pointing at Bobby Frasier, taunting him, telling him to come back into the ring and fight like a man. Frasier, not one to back down from a fight but definitely wants to look good doing it, jumps back into the ring, and starts laying into Grissom with a series of lefts and rights, dodging Grissom's retaliations before CLOCKING him with a vicious clothesline!]

[Frasier stands over Grissom and STOMPS on his head a few times before crouching over him and locking in a CAMEL CLUTCH, after 10 seconds or so, he lets go and continues the foot stomping, then he goes back to the Camel Clutch. After another 10 seconds, he lets go AND AGAIN CONTINUES with the foot-stomping…]

[...but before he can continue, he gets WHOMPED with a clothesline from Grissom!]

Casale: "If you keep doing the same thing over again, either the man passes out or he learns the pattern or he WHOMPS you and that is exactly what happened here!"

[Grissom whips Frasier into the ropes, no the stronger Frasier reverses! Frasier runs behind him and climbs the corner, drilling Grissom's head with punches!]

Crowd: "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN-WHOAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[Grissom has grabbed FRASIER and DROPPED him into a variation of a powerbomb! Frasier holds onto Frasier's legs and locks in the Boston Crab… but Razor intervenes, breaking the hold.]

Gates: "AMAZING display of strength from newcomer Grissom!"

[Razor is reigning in kicks on Grissom, who it seems he carries more of a grudge against. He is REALLY railing into his head in the corner, which, coupled with Frasier's kicks in the head just a few moments earlier, must mean a near concussion for Grissom! Frasier, however has other plans… as he-d'oh!]


Crowd: "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


[...HITS Razor right in the BALLS!!!]

Gates: "That Bobby Fraiser, he is DESPICABLE!"

Casale: "He is an OPPORTUNIST, Barry. Although tonight, I think he is paying the price. Look, the referee is throwing him out of the match!"

[Indeed, the referee is pointing to Bobby and then to the locker rooms, which means Bobby is going to call it an early one. The Franchise is INCENSED. So incensed even, that he KICKS the referee in the gut and…]


Crowd: "OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"


Gates: "Bobby Frasier just hit the ECSTACY of GOLD on the referee!!!!"

[This doesn't stop an enraged Razor from getting his revenge however… Too bad Bobby Frasier saw him coming…]


Crowd: "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Gates: "ECSTACY OF GOLD ON RAZOR, TOO!!!!!"

Casale: "I guess he has to get KICKED out of the match to hit his stride!"






[……..]




[Bobby started flexing his muscles again, but he forgot about "Sugar" Shayne Grissom, who picks him up from behind and hits a SIDEWALK SLAM!!! Bobby immediately rolls out of the ring!]

["Sugar" Shayne mocks Bobby, doing one of his muscle flexes, the crowd laughs at him. Bobby pulls down his elbow pad again like he is about go after Grissom, but then says "nah, I'll wait for another day.]

Casale: "I'd wait for another day too if I had Stacey waiting for me in the back!"

[Back in the ring, the referee is coming to, and Razor is almost to his feet, Shayne picks him up… but the young Razor reverses into a side Russian legsweep!]

[Razor picks Grissom and takes him to the top turnbuckle…]

Casale & Gates: "UH-OH!!!!!!"

[Grissom starts struggling as Razor gets to the top, but it looks like Shayne is going for the superplex. He tries once, can't lift Shayne… Twice… Shayne again blocks it….]









Crowd: "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!







Gates: "GRISSOM… I DON'T KNOW HOW HE DID IT! Somehow he managed to… turn sideways, and REVERSE the super-plex into the SUGAR SHOCK IN MID AIR!!!!"

Casale: "I wouldn't believe if I didn't see it with my own eyes, Gerald!"


[Grissom goes for the pin! The referee, though groggy does the count!]



Crowd & Referee: "One!"



Crowd & Referee: "Two!"




Crowd & Referee: "THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


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HERE IS YOUR WINNER: "Sugar" Shayne Grissom
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[The crowd is going absolutely nuts, Bobby Frasier, who hasn't even had a chance to make his way back up the ramp yet, is livid! He missed the winning pin by only a few moments!]

["Rollin'" by Limp Bizkit begins playing, as the fans go wild. Grissom asks for a microphone as Razor lays on the mat.]

Grissom: “Shut it off for a sec....”

[The music dies down and Grissom stands over Razor and stares at the entrance way.]

Grissom: “It's time to introduce myself to this new ICWF.”

[Grissom holds his free hand out wide to the crowd.]

Grissom: “My name is Shayne Grissom! I don't come out here pretending to be anything more than the show-stopping wrestler I am. This other new guy was supposedly here to lead us to stardom, but I decided the future couldn't wait any longer! You deserve to cheer on wrestlers who desire to give their blood, sweat and tears inside the squared circle....”

[Shayne stares down at Razor.]

Grissom: “...not some pale imitation poser with no future from a place I've never heard of.”

[Shayne then points to Frasier in the back.]

Grissom: “...or some career curtain jerker whose best attribute might be his last name.”

[Shayne stands and seriously addresses the crowd and cameras again.]

Grissom: “I'm not standing out here with a bunch of dancing idiots and speaking incoherently. I don't rub my muscles and get off on my own touch. We have other people here in ICWF that do that crap already. I'm here to raise the bar of competition in ICWF and prove that it can be raised beyond what has become accepted in this federation. You want to take this young gun out, then you better be a hell of a wrestler and a bigger showstopper than I am. I'm not an Icon, I'm not a champion....but in time, you'll call me both!”

[Grissom steps over Razor and next to the side of the ring.]

Grissom: “What that means is that anyone who dares stand in the way of true entertainment in the ICWF better head on out. We'll accept no substitutes and abide no fakes. I don't care what your name is or how long you have been wrestling in the business. I would say this to Adam Northstar, Eraser, Seth Brower, Blankman and even Mr. President Patrick Shade. I would say it because at some point, it needs to be said that we are here for you, just as you are here for us. At some point, someone must stand up and say nothing but the best will do!!!”

Crowd: YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

[The crowd pops as Grissom grabs Razor and begins pulling him up to his feet.]

Grissom: “So, to that end, I say this........”

[Shayne tosses Razor over the top rope and onto the arena floor as the crowd pops again.]

Grissom: “That is the line! You come into this ring, you better be for real or myself....and the ones in the back who are just as serious as I am about being the best will seal your fate. You want a leader for the new ICWF......you got one. I'm Shayne Grissom and THE FUTURE IS NOW...”

Crowd: YYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

Grissom: “.....and it's ‘SWEET… AS… SUGAR!’"

[The crowd erupts in one of the loudest face pops in recent ICWF history as "Rollin'" starts blaring over the PA System again. Grissom hops out of the ring and walks around Razor, making his way up the aisle and slapping high fivers to the fans.]


#CUT TO BACKSTAGE#

#KNOCK#

#KNOCK#

#KNOCK#


[Adam Northstar opens his dressing room door to see a messenger.]

Messenger: Message for Adam Northstar via R.J. Souza ?????????

[Northstar takes the message in exchange for $ 5.]

[Northstar opens up the message.]

Northstar: Hmmmmmmm, dude left A LOT of openings to fill in.

[Northstar looks at the messenger.]

Northstar: Got a pen ?

[The messenger hands Northstar a pen.]

Northstar: Thanks, dude.

[Northstar raises both thumbs up.]

[Northstar then looks back at the paper and begins writing.]

Northstar: December 29, 2008...

[Northstar writes more.]

Northstar: Special...guest...referee‘S’, Eraser...and...Spooky...Doom...

[Northstar looks up at the messenger.]

Northstar: You know, dude ? These documents hafta be formal...and stuff.

[Northstar looks back down at the paper again and writes more.]

Northstar: Souza's...resignation...if...he...loses...versus...him...choosing...which...numbers...I...get...
selected...as...in...the...Intense...Rumble...if...I...lose.

[As Northstar finishes the last word, he recaps the pen, hands it back to the messenger, folds the paper up, and hands that back to the messenger.]

Northstar: I guess you know where the proper place to send this to, dude ?

[Messenger nods "YES".]

Northstar: GOOD, DUDE !!!!!!!!!!!

[Northstar raises both thumbs up.]

Northstar: PEACE, DUDE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Northstar flashes the peace sign as the messenger gives Northstar a dirty look before he walks away.]


#ELSEWHERE BACKSTAGE…#

[We fade in to the familiar sight of a masked Blankman. . Strangely though, he seems to be lying motionless on the floor in front of us. . The camera zooms out as Blankman remains still…]

V.O. Gates: GOOD LORD! Blankman’s been assaulted!

# CLANG #


[The camera pans up, showing a crowbar laying on the floor nearby, and a shot from behind of somebody walking away. . The figure is dressed in dark jogging bottoms, and a grey hooded top.]

[Tyler Durden stops and looks back over his shoulder, snorting as he does so.]

Durden: "F*ckin' has-beens thinking they can do things in OUR fed. . ."

[Durden turns and heads off down a corridor.]

#BACK TO GATES & CASALE#

Gates: It seems… Tyler Durden has performed a literal HIT on Blankman!

Casale: I love it!! Genius!!

Gates: There's nothing smart about it Gerald, it's brutality, a cheap attack with a weapon! Blankman may need medical attention!

Casale: Medical attention?! The guy wasn't moving Gates, look who it is that did a number on him, that's no street punk, that's a former three time ICWF World Champ! Forget the medics, call the coroner!

Gates: Gerald you are beyond belief at times!

Casale: Hey, it's what I do!

Gates: I don't think Seth Brower's gonna take kindly to hearing about this… fans we’llbe back with part three in just a bit!

#CUT TO BACKSTAGE#

[A camera switches on behind a stack of boxes…]

“Where the hell are you?”

[Silence]

“Come out come out wherever you are…”

[The camera zooms in to show Adam Caeser and Steve Bradley walking through the backstage area… Caeser has a lead pipe in his right hand while it looks like Bradley wrapped a chain around his right fist. Adam stops at a door on his right and knocks with the pipe…]

Adam Caeser: “You assholes in here? No? …damn it…”

[Bradley keeps walking and nearly kicks the next door off the hinges, causing the seamstress to jump out of her chair. Bradley simply looks past here but voices one question…]

Steve Bradley: “You see the Disciples today?”

[The seamstress shakes her head no as Bradley turns away. Adam walks next to his tag partner with a defeated look on his face.]

AC: “We’ve looked around almost everywhere…these guys are like ROACHES…”

SB: “Yeah…but we missed ONE spot…”

[Bradley continues to walk down the hallway as Adam grins…]

AC: “I think I know what you’re getting at…and I LIKE it…”

[Adam follows behind the bigger man as the camera does its best to follow…]

#CUT TO GATES & CASALE#

Gates: Well Adam Caeser and Steve Bradley out looking for trouble here tonight…

Casale: Yeah, Trouble named ‘Satan’s Disciples’! You win one big match against… what, The Unforgiven?! And you think you’re these tough guys who can’t get their asses kicked by S’s Ds!

Gates: By who?!

Casale: What?! I think with ‘The Kings’ and ‘Braeser’ being the common terms I should give our World Tag Team Champion’s something cool too.

Gates: Well … ‘Braeser’… said they could think of one place where Satan’s Disciples would be, although I don’t think I have any idea-

[A chair flies through the entrance curtain followed by a man dressed in a black Security shirt. Adam Caeser and Steve Bradley follow said chair and security officer but turn to the ring.]

Gates: I guess I should have seen that coming.

Casale: Yep. You’re a slow one Gates.

[Adam’s switched the pipe to his left hand as he pulls a microphone from his back jean pocket. Both men slide into the ring and take a post at the ropes facing the entrance ramp…]

Adam Caeser: “You two just LOVE to hide when you know you’re in trouble. Did me and Bradley REALLY scare you THAT much last week? Are you THAT scared of people standing up to you?”

[Adam grins before continuing…]

AC: “You two don’t seem so badass when you have ACTUAL challengers standing up to you. But you know what they say about bullies…all it takes is ONE good shot and your reputation goes down the drain. Your time is over…why don’t you come down to the ring and end it like MEN.”

[Bradley takes the mic from Adam and slowly brings it to his mouth…]

Steve Bradley: “Doomsday, Lucifer…bring your sorry asses to this ring NOW. No more attacking from behind…no more cheapshots. We’re taking your belts next week…and we’re gonna kick your asses TONIGHT!”

[Bradley lowers the mic as Adam clenches the pipe in both hands…ringing it like a wet towel. A smirk breaks across Bradley’s face…]

SB: “This isn’t like you two…the FANS want to see a fight. GET…YOUR…ASSES…OUT…HERE…NO…”

#Cue: ‘Lights and Sounds’ by Yellowcard

Crowd: YYYYYYYYYYEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[The lights immediately go dark and usual spotlights are seen, sometimes illuminating Bradley & Caeser standing in the ring.]

GC: Well… This isn’t the Disciples…

BG: No, Gerald! It’s the Suicide Kings! They also have…

Voice: CUT IT! WE DON’T NEED THE (farting) MUSIC!!!

BG: Oh, my!

[Immediately after the harsh vocabulary and the use of five second delay… (Something tells me that the guy on “the button” is going to be earning his paycheck.) …stands Ryan Swanson in street clothes, and he’s followed by a hockey sweater clad Sean O’Donnell who is making his way to the ring with both authority and a microphone.

BG: This won’t end well, Gerald.

GC: I hope it doesn’t! I smell blood!

[O’Donnell slides right underneath the ropes with the microphone in hand as Swanson raises to catch up and climbs up one of the ring posts. Swanson jumps into the ring as O’Donnell climbs back up to his feet and starts running his mouth.]

BG: I hope the censors are ready, O’Donnell on the mic.

Sean O’Donnell: You bastards think you’re the only ones that have issues with the cast of Extreme Makeover: Hell’s Edition??? Tell you what! You see this? DOES EVERYBODY SEE THIS!?!?!

[O’Donnell points to his head where there is a sizeable scar. He points it out the fans, the camera, Bradley and Caeser, the Queen of England, the world.]

SO: Someone’s damn well gonna foot the bill for this! By that I mean I’m going to shove my (Deity)damn foot so far up someone’s ass that they’ll be using my bootlaces for (flea-flicking) FLOSS!!!!

Crowd: YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

SO: And for the Disciples… I’VE GOT TWO FEET! One for the homeless bum, Doomsday! And another for that wannabe goth (shrimp) Lucifer!

BG: Strong words from O’Donnell, though I’m sure the profanity…

GC: Is as absolutely necessary!

SO: By the way, Stevie, how’s your nose feeling?

SB: Pretty good. How’s your ribs?

SO: They feel damn fine, Skippy!

BG: Did he just call Steve Bradley… Skippy?

GC: Yep.

[Bradley passes his mic back to Adam as he drops the pipe…]

AC: “I gotta admit…we didn’t expect you guys to be back here so soon. Although, I’m a little surprised you guys didn’t wheel your beds down to ringside last week…especially you. You got a head like a boulder…

[And guess who responds to that… That’s right! Mr. Love-Affair-With-Four-Letter-Words.]

SO: Listen here, (coitus)nutz!!! I….

[It’s at that time that Ryan grabs the mic away for Sean. (The “button” guy thanks him very much.)]

Ryan Swanson: You know… we haven’t been in hospital beds this whole time. In fact, we’ve been preparing ourselves for a war! We haven’t been meddling around… Getting our asses kicked by the Unforgiven, scaring seamstress and be just general…

[Sean pulls the mic closer to him…]

SO: …douchbags!

RS: We’ve been working! Getting ready for not simply beating, or defeating, or even dethroning the Disciples. We’re going to annihilate them!!!

[Sean again pulls the mic to him.]

SO: And we can start by finishing what we have with you!

Crowd: ASDFGHJKLJHGFDSASDFGHJKLJHGFDSASDFGHJK!!!!!!!!!!!

BG: WOW!!!!

GC: Blood!!!!

[Adam waits for the crowd to die down.

AC: “Now…we can continue killing each other every night, trying to prove who the better team is…or we can do something better. I don’t know about you guys, but me and Bradley are a little sick of the Disciples.”

Crowd: ASDFGHJKJHGFDSASDFGHJKLKJHGFD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BG: Now what’s going on?

GC: I wanted a fight! Right here, right now….

RS: That’s right, Adam. If we keep trying to take each other out, we’ll leave those big dumb behemoths to run roughshod over the ICWF! And no one wants that!!!

[Sean rips the microphone out of Ryan’s hands.]

SO: Let’s do a poll. WHO WANTS TO SEE THE SATAN’S DISCIPLES AS TAG CHAMPS AFTER HOLIDAY HORRORS???? SPEAK YOU BASTARDS!!!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Sean pitches it back to Ryan.]

RS: I think that’s it… So truce?? Then you, us, Disciples???

AC: “That’s exactly what we had in mind. But not so much a truce…more of a ceasefire until the Disciples are gone. We won’t be able to do anything to them if we aren’t in one piece.”

[Bradley grabs the mic from Adam…]

SB: “BUT…once the Disciples are taken care of…you two are the NEXT ones. We’re better than you two…and after the Disciples, we’ll PROVE it.”

SO: Save it, big man!

RS: We’re going to sort this out, and we’ll find out then who… is… better!

[Adam gets the mic back from Bradley…]

AC: “WE have the title shot next week. And we’ll accomplish something you two could NEVER do…become the ICWF Tag Team Champions…in our rookie year as a Tag Team no less.”

[Adam smirks are he continues…]

AC: “But don’t worry…you two will get the first shot to see how good we REALLY are.”

#Cue: ‘Fireproof’ by Pillar

[Adam drops the mic as he and Bradley both exit the ring…staring back at the Suicide Kings…]

Gates: Well, honestly I can’t believe what we just witnessed here!

Casale: Yeah, President Shade isn’t in the building and two teams decided NOT to beat the holy hell out of each other. Can’t say T.A.K.E. is thinkin’ the same way.

Gates: We’ve seen Bradley & Ceaser take on The Kings in some high-impact matches, but looks like all that animosity will be put on hold until ONE of the teams dethrones the World Tag Team Champions.

Casale: HEH, good luck.


#CUT TO BACKSTAGE #

[We cut to the back, more specifically the inside the locker room of the self-proclaimed ‘FRANCHISE’ of the ICWF, Bobby Frasier. Towel around his sore neck, he’s sitting in one of the Bell Centre’s Jacuzzi’s… you know, lettin’ the bubbles do their thing.]

O.C. Voice: “Hey naked boy.”

[An eye perks open from Bobby Frasier’s look of relaxation, only to roll full circle and go back to being closed. He dips under the water completely immersing himself, and in a little bit of camera trickery we see and underwater shot and looking up to a blurred figure no standing over the Jaccuzzi… not sure… I think I see white skin… oh, no… those are pearly white teeth. He reaches in and smacks the surface of the water…]

“Splashy-splashy, babe.”

[That’s right! Intercontinental Champion Lexx Love III coming to say ‘HI!’ to his old acquaintance who obviously is trying to ignore him! Running out of oxygen, Bobby emerges back into his relaxed seat.]

Bobby Frasier: “The hell do you want, Lexx?”

Lexx Love III: “Yeah, Bobb-O, just wanted to pop-in and give you a lil’ kudos for you match earlier. Good work, as always.”

Bobby Frasier: “… Yep.”

Lexx Love III: “Oh, but you know, that suplex you threw in there mid-match-ish… the one that didn’t really put down whats-his-name…yeah, you need some pointers on that babe, you come to Lexxy.”

Bobby Frasier (in full sarcasm): “You’re the FIRST one I’m coming to, don’t worry Lexx.”

Lexx Love III: “Natch.”

Bobby Frasier: “So. What about my title shot? You better come through.”

Lexx Love III: “Well, see…”

Bobby Frasier: “What do you mean by ‘Well, see…’ No one, and I mean NO ONE ‘Well, see…’s Bobby Frasier!”

Lexx Love III: “Woah, Bobby, chillax… that’s why I’m here…”

Bobby Frasier: “You just keep jerking my chain, Lexx. I’m liable to come take the damn thing off you.”

Lexx Love III: “My chain?! Gross, babe.”

Bobby Frasier: “… No! The IC Title!”

Lexx Love III: “OH! Oh… Good… Wait, I mean, Not cool, babe. You know I have nothing but Love for a man who loves his reflection as much as I do… so don’t think you’re talking to… you know, Northstar or something… you’re going to get yours, babe…”

Bobby Frasier: “Good. I’ll see you then.”

Lexx Love III: “Heh, yeah, and you know, normally it would end there babe… but this babe wants give you a little heads up… You know these boards running around trying to touch me?”

Bobby Frasier: “I don’t think Kenji is gay, Lexx, despite what you may think.”

Lexx Love III: “Those Jury babes are still out on that, and if you can come up with a better reason as to why he’s so obsessed with me, you let a babe know… but no, I’m saying the mentally challenged ones? Like Bwana-Babe and the Hex’s and the J.I.W.A.’s of the world… they’re all gunning for a piece, babe. Natch, but still.”

Bobby Frasier: “Doesn’t have anything to do with Bobby Frasier, does it? I’m not doing you any favors if it’s not in my interest”

Lexx Love III: “Babe, I don’t need favors. Unless you’re 5’9-ish, blonde, and have a stunning… ‘personality’.”

Bobby Frasier: “Get it right! Stacey works for me!”

Lexx Love III: “Who?”

[Frasier raises an arm out of the water and, still with eyes closed, points behind him. Lexx and camera both turn to see Bobby’s valet, the lovely Stacey, wrapped in a towel and fresh out of the shower. Lexx hits a sly grin and Stacey finally realizes she’s on camera…]

#SLAM!#

[… and door goes shut.]

Lexx Love III: “Niiiiicccceeeee… babe.”

Bobby Frasier: “Uh huh.”

Lexx Love III: “Well, fer real, I’m not in need of any favors, but if you want your shot like I promised, you best hope that Team Cluster Fu-… you cool with a little Blue language babe?”

Bobby Frasier: “No. Lexx, save it. I get what you’re about to say: ‘Watch my back, but I’m not going to ask you to watch my back. You should want to do that if you still want your title shot.’”

Lexx Love III: “Natch, babe. You got it.”

Bobby Frasier: “I’m not like one of these adolescent minded kids running around here Lexx. You’re talking to the Franchise. And if you keep screwing with The Franchise, he’ll be the one you have to watch out for! I’m the Golden One, The Future of Wrestling, and…”

Lexx Love III: “Well, babe, you want to be ‘The Golden Boy’ too… and get a shot at having some Gold…”

[Pats the Intercontinental Title slung low around… well, around lil’ Lexx…]

Lexx Love III: “That’s ‘Big Lexx’…”

[… Ah, I stand corrected. Around ‘Big Lexx.’]

Lexx Love III: “You’ll be looking out.”

[Bobby says nothing, eyes still closed as Jacuzzi bubbles bubble. Lexx shoots another look in hopes of the door open again.]

Bobby Frasier: “Don’t even… ‘babe’.”

[And Lexx turns back, not sure how he knew… but he knew. And Lexx DID think about it.]

Lexx Love III: “Oh, you. Are. GOOD… babe.”

[And Lexx turns to the camera, throwing up a thumb to point over his shoulder at Bobby Fraiser…]

Lexx Love III: “Right there, kids. ‘THE NEXT ONE!’ He’s a good babe.”

[And Lexx heads out, Bobby still relaxed in the water. He perks one eye open to watch Lexx head out, and returns to his calm, cool and collected state of Lexx-free silence.]

Bobby Frasier: “Jackass… Stacey! Towel!”

#BACK TO GATES & CASALE#

Casale: Give him YOUR towel Stacey!!

Gates: Gerald…

Casale: Oh don’t tell me you don’t want to see that.

Gates: Cameras are on us now, Gerald. We have another match coming up.

Casale: Fine… Go.

Gates: Last week, we saw the return of former ICWF World Champion Seth Brower as he manhandled Hunk Massive in his return.

Casale: He certainly did, but it won’t be the “Hunk-a-chunka” in there tonight. This time it will be a guy ready to fight back in Tyler Durden.

Gates: Durden is definitely looking to settle a few scores after last week’s loss in tag team action.

Casale: You can say that again. T.A.K.E. is already evening the scores tonight one by one.

Gates: Beginning with a member of that team that gave him the loss last week, Blankman.

Casale: All T.A.K.E. did was do ICWF a favor by taking out that psycho. Durden is damn well going to make tonight different from last week.

Gates: Well, we shall see just how different as we go to Slick Mick for the introductions.

[The screen switches to show Slick Mick in the ring. He raises the mic to begin intros.]

Slick Mick: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is set for one-fall and a fifteen-minute time limit!

[The lights in the stadium go out and the fans quiet down in anticipation]


Gates: He does enjoy a spectacle, doesn’t he?

Casale: Most people do, Barry…most people do.



# WHOOOOSSSHHHHH #


[A bright blue T.A.K.E. logo flashes onto the Intensetron, then fades back off.]

# ONE TWO, IS THIS ON? #

CROWD: BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

[The fans erupt into boo's as the music hits! "My Time" thumps over the PA system as blue, red and green strobe lighting flashes around the arena.]

[Tyler Durden steps out onto the ramp, wearing a pair of black shorts and black boots, along with black elbow and knee pads. He is wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt, with a small blue "T.A.K.E." logo on the front. His wrists are wrapped in white tape. His hair is short and spiked up in tufts.]

Slick Mick: “Introducing first, from Smethwick, England and weighing in at 260 pounds. He is a member of the Thrilling and Killing Enterprise….

T Y L E R

D U R D E N ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !”

[He seem extremely psyched up and hopping from foot to foot, stretching his shoulders, arms and neck, slowly beginning to walk down to the ring staring at everyone around him with unbelievable intensity. He takes his time walking down, pacing slowly, glancing out casually at the jeering fans.]

[He walks to the end of the rampway, jawing and gesturing at a few fans on the way, before climbing into the ring. Durden stands in the center of the ring, waiting for the music to climax, and raising both his arms as the fireworks go off behind him.]


BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!


BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!


BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!


BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!


[Durden stands grinning at everybody, the fans booing him vehemently as he stretches his joints, awaiting the arrival of Seth Brower, pulling off his t-shirt and tossing it out of the ring at a ringside attendant, before beginning to pace the ring.]

Gates: Durden definitely looks focused in there tonight.

Casale: It is agenda night. There is no doubt he is here to take care of business once and for all!

Gates: I’m sure the “Pitbull” will have something to say about that, especially after Blankman was taken down earlier tonight.

Casale: Circumstantial! You have no proof, no confession and no evidence! Durden couldn’t have been the man! Brower might be pissed off, but it is at the wrong guy and he’s going to add an ass-kicking to the fact he is wrong tonight.

["Out Of My way" by Seether begins to play on the PA System.]

Slick Mick: And his opponent...

["Out of my way" blasts from the speakers as Seth Stomps onto the entrance way.]

Slick Mick: …weighing in at Two Hundred and Fifty Three pounds and hailing from South Boston, Massachusetts. This is…

“P I T B U L L”

S E T H

B R O W E R ! ! ! ! ! ! !

[Seth looks at Durden, just staring him down with nothing but anger in his eyes. Seth has the body shape of a gorilla. Seth has huge shoulders and traps with a big chest. Seth has abs but is not too shredded, just thick. Seth has long arms for his height, and that plus the thick torso, gives him the ape-like shape. Seth's head is bald, and his face is clean shaven. Seth has black tribal tattoos on the right side of his chest and it comes on to his neck and arms a bit. ]

[Brower barely gets into the ring and faces Durden before exploding toward Tyler with a furious right jab. The quick strike begins a fury of punch trading between the two men as the referee tries to signal for the bell to get the match started.]

Casale: THEY AREN’T WAITING FOR THE BELL!!!

#DING! DING!! DING!!!#


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“YOU BETTER BELIEVE THIS WILL BE BRUTAL…”

TYLER “Scarface” DURDEN

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Gates: DURDEN AND BROWER TRADING SHOTS BACK AND FORTH!

Casale: This isn’t wrestling, it’s a damn street fight!

Gates: Brower clobbers Durden with a hard right and Tyler plows into Seth with a haymaker of his own! Neither guy seems to be able to knock the other senseless with these big blows.

Casale: This match is going to be like an octagon encounter and be over in seconds if they keep this up!

Gates: Brower and Durden each land another set of big right hands and then just stare at each other. They run back into the ropes and DOUBLE LARIAT!

Casale: THEY DIDN’T MOVE AN INCH!

Gates: Durden and Brower run off the ropes again and each hit a lariat AND NEITHER IS MOVED AGAIN!

Casale: This is the classic paradox of a rock and a hard place, Gates.

Gates: The two warriors staring at each other and the run back into the ropes, rebounding for another do…..NO! BROWER DROPS TO THE MAT AND USES A SINGLE-LEG TAKEDOWN TO GET DURDEN AT A DISADVANTAGE!

Casale: Interesting move by the “Pitbull”

Gates: Brower plants a hard kick to the lower back of Durden and that takes a little wind out of his sails!

Casale: Neither of these guys can afford to give the other an advantage on the ground. It’d be like setting you loose on a wig factory.

Gates: Seth Brower pulls Durden to his feet and grabs the left arm….BOSTON LEG SWEEP! He drove Durden’s face right into the canvas!

Casale: Brower is still taking this match like he’s in an octagon instead of a wrestling ring. That may not be smart against a street fighter.

Gates: Brower pulls Durden to his feet and whips him into the ropes, catching him….GUTBUSTER!

Casale: Brower wasting no time in this one!

Gates: Durden struggling not just to find the ropes to pull himself up, but some air to breath after that!

Casale: He’ll be fine Barry, he has lungs made of iron!

Gates: Brower pulls Durden up and grabs him for a huge belly-to-belly suplex! They bounced off the mat with the impact!

Casale: Brower going for the fast pin attempt!

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Gates: NO! Durden kicks out just before two and this one is far from over!

Casale: Brower better come with a little more before trying to end this one. Durden isn’t a stud from T.A.K.E. because of his looks.

Gates: Brower pulls Durden to his feet and whip him into the ropes….Durden ducks a clothesline attempt and grabs Brower FOR A GERMAN SUPLEX!

Casale: Great reversal because the impact on Brower’s head seems to have him a little fuzzy now.

Gates: Durden rises and goes over to Brower, taking the former champ’s left arm and jerking it down with authority.

Casale: Look at Tyler play to the crowd! He’s showing them whet it means to have control! You have just got to love that Gates!

Gates: Durden locks on a half-nelson hold and SLAMS BROWER’S FACE ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE CANVAS!

Casale: The brutality!

Gates: Durden raises him up a little and DOES IT AGAIN! Tyler Durden is taking this to a street fighting level and Brower might have met his match.

Casale: I bet he was in there against the Hunk or someone now, huh Gates?

Gates: Durden pulls Brower to his feet and keeps hold of the neck. Jumping knee to the ribs! Another knee to the ribs! He is taking this attack to the same level as Brower and its working!

Casale: Sure is! Durden knows how to hurt people. There is substance to that man’s flash, you know.

Gates: Durden pulls Brower’s head lower and plants a knee to the forehead….and another! Durden lands another vicious knee lift to the nose and then pulls Brower down further….PILEDRIVER!

Casale: Brower is bleeding!

Gates: Tyler Durden’s knee strikes have apparently caused blood to come from Seth Brower’s nose!

Casale: Welcome back to *REAL* ICWF competition champ!

Gates: Durden grabs the ankles of Brower and plants a stomp on the left thigh! Then the right thigh!

Casale: He’s going for it I think!

Gates: Yes he is! Durden twists around and clamps on a sharpshooter submission hold! Brower has blood dripping from his nose to his mouth and it spurts every time he yells out that he isn’t giving up.

Casale: That’s it, wrench it in Tyler! Make him walk funny!

Gates: The referee is checking Brower, but Durden uses that chance to grab the top rope and add some real torque to the hold! Durden blatantly cheating!

Casale: He isn’t cheating Gates, he’s being opportunistic. You would be too if you were in there against Seth Brower.

Gates: I’d get the hell out of the ring if I got stuck facing either of these men.

Casale: Figures….

Gates: Durden keeps wrenching that sharpshooter hold and Brower is straining to reach the ropes. The referee isn’t fast enough to catch the top rope holding by Durden.

Casale: Durden is really wearing down Seth’s legs now. This may not get a win, but it sure will slow Brower down a step and that might be enough.

Gates: Brower strains hard, yelling out……HE GOT THE BOTTOM ROPE! The referee tells Durden to break, but Tyler isn’t budging! The referee starts the five count and Durden finally lets go just before he gets to the magic number for disqualification!

Casale: Why not use every second you got Gates? He’d be stupid not to.

Gates: It just isn’t sporting.

Casale: Who cares? Advantage is advantage. The three-count is all that matters. It’s like you and your hairpiece.

Gates: What?!?!

Casale: Sure, you couldn’t get women on your own, but I have seen you luck into a few on the road because of that terrible rug on your head.

Gates: Give it a rest already. Durden is arguing with the referee about a fast break count on that submission hold.

Casale: Durden back over to a bloody Brower. Boy does he look good with that blood flowing!

Gates: Durden whipes Seth Brower into the ropes and Brower ducks a lariat attempt, rebounding back THESZ PRESS!!! Brower with new life and he starts wailing on Durden with elbows and stomps! It’s the ground and pound!

[The fans erupt in cheers as Durden gets pounded!]

Casale: Get him off of Durden referee! Those are illegal strikes!

Gates: They are not!

Casale: Closed fists aren’t illegal?

Gates: It just being opportunistic.

Casale: You fleabag.

Gates: Brower pulls Durden to his feet and wraps his arms around….HOLY MACKERAL! BROWER JUST SENT DURDEN IN A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX TO THE CORNER!

Casale: That is not good for Durden at all.

Gates: Durden landed in the corner upside down and his legs are tied around the top turnbuckle in the proverbial “tree of woe”.

Casale: Help him referee! He’s a sitting duck right there!

Gates: Brower rushes in and LANDS A BIG STOMP RIGHT ON DURDEN’S FACE!

[The crowd erupts as Durden gets a taste of the boot!]

Casale: This is just wrong!

Gates: Brower rushes in again and lands another big boot to Durden’s face! Brower stomping away at Durden’s stomach area as he is tied upside down in that corner! Brower steps back and LANDS A STRAIGHT FOOTBALL KICK TO DURDEN’S FACE!

Casale: Finally, Durden’s legs come untangled and he falls to the mat.

Gates: Brower rushes over and Durden rolls out quickly to avoid the onslaught!

Casale: Smart move!

Gates: DURDEN IS BLEEDING! That last kick must have caught his nose just right because now Tyler Durden is bleeding as he stands on the ringside area.

Casale: Take your breather, big guy. Take the chance you have here.

Gates: Brower not letting the referee conduct the normal ten count and goading Durden to get back in the ring.

Casale: Push him back ref! Durden can’t re-enter safely if he is hovering the ropes like that!

Gates: Durden just smiles as he moves closer to the ring apron. The referee is trying to give space for Durden to return. Tyler Durden gets his hands on the middle rope and begins pulling himself up when Brower rushes over to grab for hi…..DURDEN WITH A QUICK HOT SHOT!

Casale: How smart! He suckered Brower in and then grabbed his head to jerk it down on the top rope!

Gates: Brower lying on the mat holding his throat as Durden just smiles and plays to the boos of the ringside fans.

Casale: What a showman!

Gates: Durden reaches under the bottom rope and grabs the right leg of Seth Brower, pulling him half out of the rin…..DURDEN SLAMS THE RIGHT KNEE OF BROWER INTO THE EDGE OF THE RING APRON!!!

Casale: Now you see the strategy coming into play here Gates!

Gates: Durden grabs that right leg again and looks to the crowd who boo him unmercifully.

Casale: Like he cares!

Gates: Durden DRIVES THAT KNEE INTO THE APRON AGAIN! What a brutal contest between these two men!

Casale: Durden is taking down the former champ one appendage at a time!

Gates: Tyler Durden seems happy with himself as he jerks Bower out of the ring and throws him into the guard rail at ringside!

Casale: Those fans are getting their money’s worth right now!

Gates: Every fan does in the ICWF! That is why tickets are always a hot item and people need to get them far in advance when we come to town.

Casale: Yeah well, while you do your corporate whoring, I’m watching Seth Brower get torn apart!

Gates: Durden cockily pulls Brower to his feet and sets up for an Irish Wh…..REVERSED BY BROWER! DURDEN HITS THE RING POST WITH AUTHORITY!!!

Casale: The referee is counting on both guys out there, something I’m not sure either man is actual aware of once this fight went to the outside.

Gates: Brower couldn’t care less after what Durden and his pals did to Blankman earlier. This is all about revenge!

Casale: Boo-freaking-hoo! Cry me a river!

Gates: Brower pulls Durden up and takes his arm for a big whip RIGHT INTO THE RING STEPS! Durden hit the steps so hard they separated!

Casale: Not only that but Durden flipped like it nearly tore him in half.

Gates: That is what happens when 260 pounds of beef gets rolled into the steps with force!

Casale: Now what is he doing?

Gates: Brower slides into the ring and starts talking to the referee. He is breaking up the count inside the ring!

Casale: Why wouldn’t he just let him get the last two counts out and finish it? That is the dumbest move I’ve seen out of Brower….ever!

Gates: This is more than a payback…it’s a reckoning!

Casale: Brower is an idiot for not grabbing the win when he could!

Gates: Seth Bower goes back outside the ring and grabs Durden. He grabs Durden for a pumphandle lift and SLAMS HIM DOWN WITH A POWERSLAM ON THE ARENA FLOOR!!!

Casale: He should be disqualified immediately!

Gates: The fans are going nuts as Brower knocks every breath Durden had in him right out of those lungs with that shot!

Casale: Just note he didn’t do it inside the ring, Barry.

Gates: Brower pulls Durden up and looks at the referee, whose more recent count is up to six.

Casale: This is a travesty and the referee is in on it. Why is everybody always out to hurt T.A.K.E. anyway?

Gates: Brower rolls Durden under the bottom rope and into the ring. Seth slides in and the count is history.

Casale: The referee ought to end the match for all of t he outside stuff that Brower did.

Gates: Why is that? Durden is the one who started taking it outside in the first place.

Casale: Arguments like that and your hairpiece are why nobody likes you Gates.

Gates: Seth Brower walks around for a second and then pulls Durden up to his feet. He grabs the neck of Durden and sets up for a vertical suplex. If Brower starts going to suplexes, this match could get ugly for Tyler Durden!

Casale: Does he have the strength left for such things, though? Both of these guys have really expended a lot of energy in there tonight.

Gates: Brower lifts Durden for a vertical supl…..HOLY MACKERAL!!! Brower dropps Durden straight down into a shoulder breaker from that suplex lift!

Casale: That is his “Dislocator” move and I’m shocked he pulled it off!

Gates: Brower grabs the arm and locked on a fujiwara armbar on that left arm. He is wrenching way back on it.

Casale: I’m not sure if Tyler knows just how close he is to the ropes right now. He seems both disoriented and in a lot of pain.

Gates: Brower is just leaning back on that armbar and the referee is checking Durden every little bit to see if he is ready to give in.

Casale: That would be a cold day in Hell for Tyler Durden to submit.

Gates: Brower and Durden, both bleeding form the nose, are very close to the corner and Durden is still unable to reach. Brower is just wrenching back on that arm like it is a twig!

Casale: Finally Durden starts realizing his surroundings and reaches for the ropes.

Gates: It is just out of his reach! He’s trying to reach as Brower tries to wrench the armbar even more!

Casale: He got it! Durden got the ropes with his right foot of all things! What ring awareness by Tyler Durden!

Gates: Brower releases the hold on the referee’s order and Durden is left lying there holding his left shoulder as Brower stands to his feet. It may not have gained a victory, but that armbar may have served its purpose.

Casale: It definitely is something most men don’t recover from quickly.

Gates: Brower not wasting time as he grabs Durden up by that left arm and then locks his waist….ATOMIC DROP!

Casale: Durden drops to one knee after that near low blow!

Gates: Brower rushes over and grabs Durden from the front…..lift…INVERTED ATOMIC DROP! Durden stumbles back and Brower charges WITH A RUNNIGN FOREARM SHIVER TO THE HEAD!

[Fans erupt in a massive pop as Durden hits the canvas hard!]

Casale: C’mon ref! He’s using low blows and stuff in there!

Gates: Brower with a full head of steam right now! He is not going to slow down his offense here against Durden! Brower grabs Durden’s left arm and wrenches it between his legs for a pumphandle lift…..SOUTHIE SLAM!!!

Casale: I can’t believe Brower had enough in the tank to pull that pumphandle lift into the fall away slam like that!

Gates: Believe it! Brower rushes over and covers Durden for the pin attempt!

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Casale: DURDEN KICKS OUT!!! Durden shows why it is very difficult to take him down in ANY circumstance!

Gates: Brower makes it up to his feet quick enough and rushes back over to Durden and pulls him up…..LOW BLOW BY TYLER DURDEN!

Casale: The great equalizer!

Gates: Brower gets bent over by the low blow and Durden quickly grabs him for A JUMPING DDT!!! BROWER IS DOWN!!!

Casale: Now you see why I said he should have taken that count out when he had the chance!

Gates: Durden isn’t going right back after Brower, instead he is walking over to the corner and doing something to the turnbuckle. Is he getting an object?

Casale: Nope! He seems to be loosening the turnbuckle pad!

Gates: Almost the same thing! That steel ring holds the ropes together and if it gets exposed it is like having an anvil to plow your opponent’s head into! The referee should stop this act immediately.

Casale: Why stop it? It hasn’t been used that way just yet.

[In the corner of the screen, we see that Hootie Blackdog has ran down to ringside and is standing in Durden’s corner. He begins yelling at Tyler and catches the turnbuckle pad when Durden finally removes it and throws it away.]

Gates: What is he doing down here?

Casale: Hootie is just helping his friend and associate by holding that pad so it doesn’t get lost.

Gates: Yeah right.

Casale: Friend helping friends….it really is a beautiful thing.

Gates: Brower is finally starting to stir after that DDT a moment ago and Durden grabs him by the legs….he MONKEY FLIPS BROWER INTO THE CORNER AND HE HITS HIS HEAD ON THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!

Casale: Brower doesn’t know what hit him!

Gates: Brower stumbles back as Durden rushes again…SPEAR!!!

Casale: Durden knocked him way off the ground with that spear! Durden is showing me he has a lot left in the tank here.

Gates: The referee is checking that turnbuckle and yelling at Hootie to give him back the turnbuckle pad. Hootie is refusing and being a pain in the ass over there.

Casale: It’s his right.

Gates: It might be, but he is distracting the referee as Durden uses the bottom rope to strangle Seth Brower! The referee doesn’t see the cheating!

Casale: Then that means it isn’t happening!

Gates: The referee finally sees what is happening and pulls Durden off of Brower. He is reading him the riot act about using that rope to choke. HOOTIE OVER TO START CHOKING BROWER WHILE THE REFEREE IS TURNED!

Casale: That is where Hootie pays dividends.

Gates: Hootie Blackdog is using the string from the turnbuckle pad and choking Brower with it!

Casale: There is strength in numbers, Gates! Blankman found out earlier and Brower is learning it right now.

Gates: The referee turns and Hootie stands there as Brower holds his neck in pain. Durden, with a sly smile, reaches down and grabs Brower, pulling him to his feet…SUPERKICK! He nailed him!

Casale: This one could be over!

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Gates: NO!!! Brower reaches the bottom rope with his foot and stopped the count!

Casale: That referee counted slow!

Gates: He did not!

Casale: Yes he did and Durden is up and in his face to tell him just that.

Gates: Brower begins to move and try and get to his feet as Durden is yelling at the referee. Durden over and grabs Seth by the head and begins running toward that exposed turnbuckle again…..BLOCKED BY BROWER!

Casale: Try again!

Gates: Brower blocks another try to slam his head in there…BROWER REVERSES IT AND SLAMS DURDEN’S HEAD INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

Casale: Ring the bell!

Gates: Brower grabs Durden and whips him across the ring and hard into the opposite corner! Durden rebounds out of the corner and Brower grabs him up in an airplane lift….RUNNING DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!!

Casale: Brower is taunting Hootie at ringside. That probably isn’t very smart.

Gates: You may be right because he isn’t following up his big move there. Durden is stirring as Brower yells at Hootie, pointing for him to get out of the ringside area.

Casale: That isn’t happening!

Gates: Durden is almost back to his feet as Brower turns around…kick to the gut…CANINE CRUSHER!!!

[The crowd erupts as Brower nails one of his signature moves. At the same moment, Hootie Blackdog reaches and grabs the referee by the belt and yanks him backward into the corner with the exposed turnbuckle. The referee hits the back of his head and falls to the canvas without seeing who did it.]

Casale: Yes! Smart move by Hootie!

Gates: Brower has Durden pinned and dead to rights, but it isn’t going to matter because the referee is down!

Casale: Strength in numbers, wig-man; strength in numbers.

Gates: Brower finally realizes there is no referee to count and looks to see the referee down. He gets up and goes over to the referee and doesn’t see Hootie sliding into the ring behind him!

Casale: Even better!

Gates: Brower tries to move the referee, then turns around right into a big boot from Hootie Blackdog! Hootie lifts Brower up, but Brower REVERSES IT AND LANST A FOREARM TO HOOTI’E HEAD!

Casale: They’re going at it!

Gates: Hootie and Brower are flying rights and lefts on each other as Tyler Durden finally starts moving on the other side of the ring.

Casale: Hootie is paying major dividends again!

Gates: The Blackdog whips Brower into the ring, but Brower ducks the lariat and rebounds with a Thesz Press!!!

Casale: This isn’t happening!

Gates: GROUND AND POUND ON HOOTIE!!! Brower is just pounding Hootie down to the mat with elbows and punches to the head and chest!

Casale: He’s picking on someone who isn’t even involved with this match!

Gates: Hootie asked for it the moment he got involved. The referee is starting to stir as Brower pulls Hootie up and tosses him over the top rope!

[Fans erupt as Hootie goes flying out of the ring!!!]

Casale: The referee is shaking his head and didn’t see a thing.

Gates: Brower yelling at Hootie to get los…..DURDEN GRABS BROWER FROM BEHIND!!! He pulls the tights for a quick roll-up!

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#DING DING DING#

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Gates: The referee didn’t see Durden yanking on the tights to hold Brower in the pin attempt and Brower got screwed!

Casale: Go cry to someone who cares, Gates. Durden won and that is what truly matters.

Gates: Sure, he got the pinfall, but it took two members of T.A.K.E. to get that victory over the former World Champ!

Casale: Yeah, well when you’re battling ‘T.A.K.E.’… any one of them… them’s the odds!

Gates: Well T.A.K.E. making their presence felt on the one evening President Patrick Shade isn’t in the building, and we’ll be back with tonight’s main event in just a bit!

[Kenji Metwaro comes into the picture as the scene opens up backstage. He is walking, seemingly in the direction of his locker room. A silver cell phone is to his ear, his words are just barely audible.]

KM: “Yeah, Shade is away right now. I know you wanted to meet with him this week, I think I can get you in touch with someone of importance by next Monday.”

[Kenji pauses for a moment; a small look of shock goes over his face.]

KM: “Are you really? That will definitely get you into shape, especially if you decide to come to the ICWF. How did you set that up?”

[Kenji pauses again.]

KM: “Very nice, I’ll see you in a couple of days. I have to watch Lexx’s match.”

[The scene fades as Kenji turns into his locker room.]

#BACK TO GATES & CASALE#

Gates: Well Lexx Love III definitely managed to get under the skin of Kenji tonight, and I’m not sure who Kenji was talking to right there, but something is up.

Casale: Hey, all I can say is… Lexx already has a victory tonight by putting Metwaro in his rightful place, so it doesn’t matter who the heck Lexx has to face tonight because he’s walking away a winner.

Gates: And we don’t know WHO that opponent even is for our main event, and if Lexx wants to walk away with the Intercontinental Title… well… he best be prepared.

Casale: Blah blah blah, Lexx will be fine. I think the real question is can he break the record of most phone numbers acquired in a single event! My record is two.

Gates: Two?! That’s pretty impressive.

Casale: Yep! See, STILL have them right here.

Gates: Um…

Casale: Read it an weep.

Gates: The number and license plate of a Richard Foster and the phone number of his insurance company?

Casale: That COUNTS, Gates.

Gates: Jesus… let’s go to Mick already.

[P-A-N-O-R-A-M-I-C V-I-E-W of the Scotia Blank Place as we pan over the cheap seats, down the aisle and right up ‘n friendly with Slick Mick who’s dead center in the ring!]

Slick Mick: “Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for ONE FALL and will be tonight’s MAIN EVENT… FOR THE ICWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”



“I LOVE THE GIRLS AND THE MONEY AND THE SHAME OF LIFE!”

# CUE: “The Shame Of Life” by The Butthole Surfers#

-KABOOOOOOOM!!! –

[The entrance stage explodes with a spray of pink and silver pyro, three pillars shooting upward on either side of the entrance!]

“MY SHALLOW MIND’S JUST A SIGN OF YOUR GAME OF LIFE!”

Ladies of The Crowd: IIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Gates: I think our 18-35 female demographic just went up!

[Lexx Love III makes his way out from the back, strobe lights flashing across the entrance stage. The snazzy (read: tacky) White Pleather (Yes, Plastic-Leather) coat, a pink zipper with a black Lexx Love III signature across the back wraps around his chiseled, tanned upper body, supported by two massive quad muscles that are his legs. Lil’ glossy white shorts and knee length wrestling boots, a pink pair of kneepads and boot laces and a heart framed on his butt with a roman numeral III stitched over round out the ensemble. Blonde slicked hair remains gelled in place, and Lexx checks the gold tape around his wrists. Most importantly, the ICWF Intercontinental Title dangles loosely around his crotch, Lexx pausing for a moment to rub the gold in a vigorous motion... almost masturbatory. Lexx poses as the ICWF cameraman gets a nice close shot of that clean cut face and Lexx holds up his last three fingers and runs them across his lips to symbolize 'The Third'. As the fingers trail off his mouth...]

#CHA-CHING!#

[...it reveals that pearly white, million-dollar smile!]

Gates: Is that Vaseline on his lips?

Casale: Oh come on Gates, you’re just jealous. As per usual.

[Lexx struts confidently down the entrance ramp, the cameraman following just head. Lexx shoots a wink at the camera, spits the gum from his mouth and swats it away in midair. He pauses half way down the ramp, pulling the camera close and checking his hair for a split second, he pulls the sides of his Pleather jacket open... his hips start to vibrate and the ICWF Intercontinental Title starts shaking wildly…]

Gates: Uh oh...

Casale: Get ready for it ladies!

-BOOOOOOOOM!-

[Lexx THRUSTS his pelvis forward and an explosion erupts above the entrance ramp! Gold Confetti falls from the ceiling! Lexx rears back and THRUSTS his Body & Title-Rockin' Hips again…]

-BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!-

[Silver confetti explodes from the rafters!]

Casale: Boom goes the Dynamite!

Gates: Huh?

[Lexx smirks to himself and takes two steps before pausing one last time... slowly looking down at the Gold belt hanging down over 'Big-Lexx'... he parts the sides of his jacket one last time and in three quick pelvis humps...]

-BOOM!! BOOM!!! BOOOOOOOM!!!-

[Three pyrotechnic-explosions erupt followed by a shower of pink heart shaped confetti and sparkles shoots from the area rooftop and entrance ramp, and Lexx Love III takes a step back extending his arms wide and basking in his own glory!]

Slick Mick: "Making his way to the ring, he hails from the Gold Coast of Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at 269.69 pounds... he is THE ICWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION: LEXX. LOVE. THE THIIIIIIIRRRRDDDD!!!"

Crowd: OWIHWFOINFWOMEWOIFJEOFEMOEWMOM!!!!

Gates: Well Lexx making his way out here for tonight’s Main Event… but he and we and everyone here has NO idea who his opponent is!

Casale: Well, I hear Inferno is available for bookings… maybe he gets his shot tonight!

Gates: Lexx can only hope.

[Lexx makes his way up to the ring steps, pulls the Intercontinental Title from around his waist and thrusts it into the air, along with three fingers on the other hand pointing to the sky! The ladies of the arena cheer, and Lexx vaults over the top rope and into the ring. ICWF crew floods the ring with push brooms, and Lexx can only smirk to himself as they clean up his mess… shoots a wink to the ladies screaming his name from the ringside seats.]

Girl in Front Row: “I LOVE YOU LEXX!! OOOWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

[Lexx smirks and saunters over to Slick Mick, cheesily offering him a handshake as he slides the ring mic out of his hand and into Lexx’s. A brief exchange that surprises Slick ends as Lexx spins around with the microphone…]

Gates: Here we go…

Lexx Love III: “Thank you ALL Lexx Lovers for the lovely ovation, and thank you Ms. In-The-Front-Row-Whose-Chest-Is-Popping-Out-Of-Her-Turtleneck for that lovely bit of affection… I hope I’ll be seeing you backstage… ICWF ring crew if you could please escort her back to my dressing room, and set up for Theme: Arabian Nights… no, wait, babes… do Set-Up Theme: Naughty School Girl…”

[The two ICWF ring crew kind of just look at each other confused… and back to Lexx to signal they have no idea what the heck he’s talking about…]

Lexx Love III: “But tonight, all you Lexx Lovers have you voices heard as The ICWF Adonis is once again in the Main Event… TOO HO-T-T-T for the last Dyn-O-Mite, they decided to save a little HEAT for this chilly town… which can’t plow the runways and delays everything…”

Gates: I can never tell if he’s insulting or praising.

Casale: Hey, the delay pissed me off. Come on, you think the Transportation Officers of the city are here tonight? Lexx can say whatever he wants!

Lexx Love III: “… and to my mystery opponent… whoever he… or SHE… may be…”

Gates: SHE?!

Casale: Oh that would be a REAL main event for once. BETHANY PAYNE PLEASE BE YOU!

Lexx Love III: “… Get your Ass down here to get your ass handed to you!”

[Lexx tosses the microphone back at Mick and saunters once again over to the corner, making kissy faces at the woman who’s extremely buxom and likes to jump up and down… the crowd murmurs in anticipation…]


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#CUE: "Into the Pit" from House of 1000 Corpses#

Casale: AH!!

Crowd: BBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[Lexx’s eyes widen… and no he’s not looking at the woman… because the music that hits is that of a VERY large man… with a VERY crazed temper… BWANA DEVIL makes his way out from the back with a look on his face that’s just MAD.]

Gates: Well not much of surprise as Bwana Devil was contractually obligated to get another shot at the Intercontinental Championship… but Lexx certainly looks surprised!

Casale: Well he’s not just going to be facing Bwana Devil… he’s brought some friends. Oh this is bad…

[Bwana Devil, bald head glistening, red ram horns tattooed on the sides of his head, his busy beard tailing a nasty sneer. He has bizarre and intricate face paint, which looks like a demon skull, has a red vine with thorns tattoo which travels around his torso, arms and legs. Tonight he’s wearing red leopard print tights down to his knees, and matching wristbands, knee pads, and ankle bands, and two large bare feet holding him upright. Paused at the top of the entrance ramp, Bwana is quickly accompanied by Victor Hex who points a steady finger right at Lexx Love III in the ring. Hex breaks back and calls through the curtain… and is joined by another VERY large man…]

Casale: AH!!! Is that Bwana’s twin?!

Gates: No, Gerald, that’s Beast Unleashed!

[A large and imposing individual…Beast Unleashed has long black hair, gelled up to look like devil horns, Black mascara circled around his eyes and red contact lenses… and what looks like inverted fangs that stick up from his bottom row of teeth, up over his top lip.]

Gates: Ok, that man looks scary.

Casale: I’d almost say he looks goofy if he weren’t 7 foot 4.

[Beast stands tall behind Hex and Devil, his hairy body scarred, black leather gauntlets on his wrists that almost reach up to his elbows. The "Cult of the Two-Headed Serpent" is embroidered in red on his tights… but Lexx just seems to be locked in a red, Satanic stare from all way down the entrance ramp.]

Slick Mick: “Making his way to the ring, he is accompanied by BEAST UN-LEASHED and their manager Victor Hex… he hails ‘The Dark Continent’ and weighs in tonight at 329 pounds… THIS IS THE BWAAAAAAAAAAANA DEVVVVVIIIILLLLLL!!!!”

[And the Devil roars at the sound of his name, Victor Hex ushering his men down to the ring area, talking last minute strategy in Bwana’s ear.]

Gates: Well we saw two weeks back Lexx had been preparing for a variety of opponents for President Shade’s mystery match… but I’m going to assume looking at a monitor screen and looking UP at a guy like Bwana Devil are two different things.

Casale: This isn’t fair! Lexx is a true wrestler! A Ladies Man! A champ! Bwana Devil just wants his… what does Victor call it? The ‘Golden Idol’? He doesn’t even know what it is.

[Lexx studying each man closely, the childish smirk gone from his face as the trio make their way to ringside. Hex still in Devil’s ear before he charges the ring under the bottom rope, springs up to his feet and stares down Lexx. The referee gets between the men, before turning back to Lexx and taking the Intercontinental belt.]

Gates: Well the referee holding up the Intercontinental Championship… I would think twice about holding it too long…

[And Devil grabs it with one hand, getting into a Tug Of War with the referee…]

Casale: Too late!

[Hex starts shouting for him to let it go from ringside, Beast Unleashed just standing by blocking views…]

Gates: And here comes Lexx!

[Lexx sees an open window and charges with a high -altitude running dropkick into Devil’s shoulder! Devil drops his hold and the referee quickly calls for the bell!]

#DING DING DING#


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!!MONDAY NIGHT DYN-O-MITE: MAIN EVENT!!
-INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH-

Lexx Love III ©

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Bwana Devil
w/ Victor Hex & Beast Unleashed

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Gates: Lexx Love taking the first open window he was given with a high altitude dropkick… Bwana Devil sent to the corner and Lexx moving in very aggressively early in this match…

[Lexx pushes in, locks up the arm with an Irish-Whip… Bwana Devil PLANTS his heel, spins… AND ROCKETS LEXX LOVE FORWARD WITH FULL MOMENTUM…]

#THUNG!#

Gates: OH MY! Lexx Love reversed and sent running with SUCH velocity and crashing chest first into the corner!

[Lexx staggers backward clutching at the girls (his chest) and drops down to a knee. Victor Hex shouting inaudible orders to B-Devil as he moves in, grabs a handful of Lexx’s hair and brings him up to his feet… a vicious stare shot to the ref to keep his warning to himself… and Bwana reels back..]

Casale: Uh oh…

#WHAP!#

Crowd: WWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[Bwana with a thunderous chop/slap across Lexx Love’s chest… but Bwana didn’t like the crowd’s reaction and starts looking to all sides screaming!]

Gates: Heh, well Lexx Love on the receiving end of a very painful chop… but Bwana seems confused as to why the crowd just responded with the traditional ‘Woo’ there.

Casale: Well this will probably be the only time you say this, but why the heck DO they say that when someone is chopped?! These fans, I tells ‘ya.

[Bwana still has Lexx and reels back once more… this time releasing the hair and spinning a full 180 degree with a spinning back hand chop…]

#WHAP!!!#

Crowd: WWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

[And against the ‘tamed’ beast that is Bwana Devil looks to all around him, this time stepping up to the bottom rope and shouting at the crowd like a dog barking at a beeping car… Lexx, down to a knee, sees Bwana’s reaction… Victor Hex shouting for Bwana’s attention…]

Gates: Lexx love getting to his feet… Bwana Devil better keep his mind in this match…

#WHAP!#

Crowd: WWWWOOOOOO!!!

[Lexx with a chop across Bwana’s chest! Bwana absorbs the impact…]

#WHAP! WHAAPP!! WWHHAAPPP!!!#

Crowd: WWOOOO!WWWOOOOOOOOO!!WWWWOOOOOOO!!!!

Gates: Lexx laying in a few more chops for good measure! Bwana stunned and Lexx sending him for the ride…

[Whip into the corner… Bwana hits back first with Lexx in hot pursuit…]

#TTTTHHHHOOOOOOOMMM!!#

Casale: OH!

Gates: And Bwana out of the corner with a HUGE clothesline sending Lexx Love inside out…

[… and rolling out to the outside where drops to a knee and collects himself. The crowd is on their feet and shouting at Bwana Devil who’s looking around angrily…]

Gates: And Victor Hex is on the apron and talking strategy with Bwana Devil… this crowd seems to be getting to him and if Victor wants his… his… what would you call their relationship?

Casale: Employer? Parent/Child? Victor Hex’s weapon?

Gates: Well, whatever he is to Hex, if he wants him to walk out with the Intercontinental Title, he had better keep Bwana focused.

[Bwana gets his orders and heads to the other side of the ring where Lexx is now at his feet… Bwana quickly slides out just as Lexx rounds the corner and gets back into the ring. Bwana reverse back up to the apron… AND LEXX WITH A SHOULDER BUTT THROUGH THE ROPES! Bwana takes it in the gut, Lexx drives in a second, a third… then scoots NARROWLY out of the swipe from Devil… leaps up…]

#THWACK!!!#

Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Gates: Lexx Love with a Neckbreaker over the top rope!

Casale: Did you see the altitude he got there?

[Lexx’s whole body leaping to the level of Bwana’s head, pulling him down full throttle and slingshotting him off the top rope, dropping Devil into what would have been a crater at ringside…. Lexx backs off leaving the big man down… and takes this time to flex one bicep… flex the other… bend to the side on an extended leg…]

Gates: And there’re the flashbulbs as Lexx… shows off his physique… whoopee.

Casale: You know, the unbecoming jealousy you have for this man. If you’ve got it, flaunt it… I say.

Gates: Well you certainly don’t have to tell Lexx twice as the female-only rallying cry seems to have made the chip on his shoulder just a little bit bigger.

Casale: Think about it Gates… MILLIONS of women around the world want a piece. Now, I know it’s impossible for you to imagine such a thing, but Lexx has to give them all a little something.

Gates: Keyword: Little.

Casale: Har har.

[Bwana gets back to his feet and the referee gets between both men allowing Bwana to safely get in the ring. Lexx pounces with a hard forearm into the doubled-over and rising Devil… but Devil gets up right and just SHOVES Lexx backward with two arms. Devil charges in and swings wide with a hard punch, Lexx ducks under and scoots behind with a mini-leap planting a forearm into the back of Bwana’s head…]

Gates: Lexx love just trying to unload with a flurry of shots… but it doesn’t even look like it’s phasing Bwana Devil.

Casale: Keep on hitting, they all eventually fall.

[Bwana reels back with an elbow & grunt that slams into the side of Lexx’s head, then spins a full 180 degrees with a throat-thrust uppercut that takes Lexx off his feet!]

Gates: OH MY! The sheer POWER of Bwana Devil takes Lexx Love down…

Casale: Lexx is going to have to be careful, he’s not used to fighting someone who can toss him around like this.

Gates: This match for the Intercontinental Championship Title, and Victor Hex shouting for Bwana to make a cover…

-ONE!-


-TW… Lexx Love gets the shoulder up!

[Lexx rolls to his side clutching his neck, but Bwana grabs another hand full of Lexx’s hair and pulls him up to his feet…]

#SLAP!#

Crowd: OOOOOHHH!!!

Gates: Did Lexx Love just slap Bwana Devil?! Is he crazy?!

[In a fit he indeed has, however Lexx’s anger turns to a big glossy smile… a step back and a pose of his muscular biceps…]

Girls In Crowd: IIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

[Bwana is just BOILING with rage as his eyes focus on Lexx Love…]

Gates: I think… I’m not sure of this because who can tell with the vanity of Lexx Love III, but I think he’s buying himself some time!

Casale: Lexx is a certified genius.

[Lexx starts making the ‘title around his waist’ gesture, and it sets Bwana over the edge and he whips two hands together

#WHAP!#

[…In a double ear clap! Lexx faints down to a knee, but Devil wraps two hands around Lexx’s throat and brings him upright… AND HOISTS LEXX LOVE INTO THE HAIR WITH AN ELEVATED CHOKE…]

Gates: And Lexx Love is in trouble, Bwana Devil squeezing the life out of him!

[The referee gets in to start counting, reaches five and tries to call Devil off… Hex hops to the apron trying not to blow his man’s chance at the title with a disqualification… and finally Bwana releases and Lexx drops to a knee on the ring. Bwana pulls him back up…]

#WHAPWHAP!#

Crowd: WWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[… BLASTS A DOUBLE CHOP across Lexx’s chest that drops him back into the ropes… Lexx trying to fight back, bounces off the ropes and blasts a European-Uppercut into the head of Bwana Devil…]

Gates: Bwana Devil staggers, Lexx fires another bicep into the jaw…

[Bwana running in with a kitchen sink to the midsection of Lexx Love… LOVE HOOKS THE LEG.. TRYING TO SCHOOL BOY BWANA… ]

#STOMP!#

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!

Gates: And Bwana Devil just drives a foot into the chest of Lexx Love!

Casale: You think Lexx’s heart has ever felt pain like that before?

Gates: By another man? I’d doubt it.

[Lexx rolls away from Bwana, but the Devil hunts him down and grabs his head pulling Lexx back to his feet… and wraps a big hand around Lexx’s forehead with a cranium claw!]

Gates: And Bwana Devil… somehow managing to get a single hand around the massive head of Lexx Love with that claw…

Casale: Is that a Ego joke?

Gates: Well, either way it’s very impressive, and he’s applying SUCH pressure to Lexx’s skull…

[Love at a knee, Bwana bearing down full force… Lexx starts to desperately fire chops into the ribs of Devil who just sucks in the assault and squeezes tighter…The referee moves in to check on Lexx and see if he’s quitting…]

Gates: And Lexx shouting ‘No’... he’s not done yet.

Casale: He said ‘No, Babe’. Get it right, Gates.

[… Lexx shifts into a seated position… starts grabbing Bwana’s wrist… SWINGS HIS LEGS… DROP TOE HOLD pulls Bwana Devil over… Lexx pulls himself up under Devil, grabbing his ankle… AND SLAMMING HIS KNEE INTO THE CANVAS! Devil rolls to his back and Lexx runs to the adjacent ropes… Bwana sits up… and takes a Leg Lariat across the throat taking him back down to the canvas! Love pulls Devil up to his feet this time, backing him into the ropes… DEVIL REVERSES the Irish-Whip and Love sent for the ride... SPRINGS UP TO THE SECOND ROPE…]

Casale: Here comes the Butt-Butt!!!


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Crowd: OOOOOOHHHHH!!!

[… AND DEVIL WITH A BIG BOOT RIGHT TO THE KIESTER OF LOVE! Lexx lands on his feet in a stagger, Devil comes in behind and quickly grabs him up in a bear hug…]

Gates: Lexx Love going for the ride here….


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Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

[… SWINGING BEAR HUG SLAM!!! Hex is in heaven and starts yelling for the cover!]

Gates: Lexx getting manhandled, Bwana going for another pin!


-ONE!-



-TWO…. LEXX KICKS OUT RIGHT AT TWO!!

[Lexx again rolls out of the pin, trying to put some distance between he and the very large individual hurting him… making his way out of the ring and down to a knee at ringside. The referee, ballsy lil’ sucker that he is, steps between Bwana and Lexx on the outside telling Devil not to take the fight out of the ring. Bwana starts arguing, Lexx getting it together… and turns to see an even TALLER HULK OF A MAN BEHIND HIM…]

Casale: AH! Is now where safe?!

Gates: That’s Beast Unleashed and he’s playing Lexx’s shadow right now…

[Lexx starts to beg off, but Beast grabs him at the neck and chucks him back under the ropes and into the ring… and Bwana POUNCES like a hungry shark being fed, pulling Lexx up with two clawed hands… INTO A GORILLA PRESS…]

Gates: And Lexx Love, with all the possibilities of who his mystery partner was, could NOT prepare for an ONSALUGHT he’s facing now.

Casale: Well it’s not just him… it’s Hex! It’s Beast Unleashed! He’s out numbered!

Gates: The Cult at ringside has been pretty fair, thus far… Bwana Devil seems to have intimidated the ‘Adonis’ of the ICWF.

[Bwana Devil just HOLDING Lexx in the air… checking every side of the ring in a confused anger… LEXX STARTS KICKING… HE POUNDING ON BWANA’S ARM… PULLS THE WRIST FROM HIS THROAT…]


#THUNK!!!#

Crowd: OOOOHHHH!!!

[… and manages to pull his lower body OVER… pulling his wait down into a modified armbar takedown… and DROPPING his leg ON TOP of the shoulder of Bwana Devil!]

Gates: What a reversal by Lexx Love The Third! He managed to use some of his momentum and pull Bwana Devil down!

Casale: You gotta be careful with a guy like Lexx. He can power you… wrestle you… and with all his size he’s agility can catch ya too!

[Bwana goes down, and Lexx gets to his feet, stomping away on the shoulder of Bwana who muscles back upright. Lexx, abandoning any technical offense, starts leveling in kicks to the back of Bwana Devil’s leg… Bwana trying to get upright only to have his left leg kicked out from under him…]

Gates: Lexx Love hits the ropes looking to build some momentum…

[… LEAPING LEGDROP to the back of Bwana’s leg! Lexx is back up in a flash, Hex starting to frenzy at ringside… Lexx to the ropes and rebounds…]

#WHACK!#

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!

Gates: Baseball slide style dropkick into the FACE of Bwana Devil!

Casale: That’ll scramble your eggs!

Gates: Lexx Love is wasting no time, he covering the Devil!

-ONE!-

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Crowd: OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Gates: Oh my… BWANA DEVIL PRESSES Lexx Love The Third RIGHT OFF OF HIM!

Casale: Uh oh…

[Lexx lands on hands and knees, quickly pulling himself upright with a look of shock… but the arrogance/confidence comes right back, brushes a lil’ “Dirt off his Shoulda’”… Bwana Devil getting to his feet and Lexx locks him with a front chancery… AND BWANA STEPS ON THE GAS AND CHARGES LEXX LOVE ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE RING…]


#THWACK!!!#

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!

[SLAMMING HIM INTO THE CORNER TURNBUCKLES!! Lexx Love gets the wind knocked out of him on impact… And Bwana starts unloading with lefts and rights!]

Casale: Bwana Devil is going nuts!

Gates: He doesn’t like to be pinned it would seem… Whoop, Bwana Devil heading upstairs!

[Bwana climbs to the second rope, palms Lexx’s skull between two claw-like hands…]

#THUNK!#

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!

[… AND DROPS DOWN WITH A THUNDEROUS HEADBUTT!! Lexx staggers out of the corner and drops to the mat like a fish out of water! Bwana clapping his hands angrily/giddily as Victor Hex jumps to the apron telling him to make the cover… Bwana goes to turn Lexx over at the ankle… ]

Gates: Wait a second…

[… LEXX TUCKS HIS LEGS IN AND KICKS BWANA IN THE WAIST LINE! Bwana gets the wind KO’d from him… AND LEXX KICKS AGAIN INTO BWANA’S KNEE CAP!]

Casale: Lexx’s fightin’ back! Don’t count him out yet!

Gates: And Lexx Love… uh… LOVES to use his tree trunk-like legs as weapons… and the POWER and FORCE he can generate from them…

[Bwana doubled over, Hex slamming the canvas… Lexx manages to pull himself to his feet… HE CHARGES… BWANA LIFTS UP… AND LEXX LEAPS, PLANTING A KNEE INTO BWANA’S CHEST, ROCKING BACK…]


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Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!

Gates: Lexx Love hits the Heartbreaker! Lexx using his full body weight to DRIVE his knee into the sternum of Bwana Devil.

Casale: He’s such a freak of nature, Bwana Devil, how do we know he even has a sternum?

[Bwana goes down… Lexx slow to get back up… LEXX POINTS TO THE OPPOSITE CORNER AND STARTS CLIMBING UP…]

Gates: Lexx going upstairs now looking to somehow put Bwana Devil away…

Casale: And Victor Hex doesn’t like the look of this!

[Hex comes BOUNDING around the ringside area to shout in Bwana Devil’s ear… LEXX AT THE TOP… DOES A LITTLE HIP ROCKIN’ FOR THE LADIES…]


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Gates: LEXX LEAPS…

Girl In Crowd: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

[… WITH A ¾ LENGTH OF THE RING LEG DROP FROM THE TOP ROPE!!]

Gates: LEXX’S LONG ONE!!!

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Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!

[Bwana Devil moved! Lexx lands flat on his 15 pounds of muscular ass as Bawana Devil, with help from Victor Hex, rolls out of the way at the last second… and Devil gets to his feet… PLANTS A HAND ON LEXX LOVE’S NECK PULLING HIM UP….]

Casale: AH! This isn’t good!

[… LEXX LIFTED INTO THE AIR…]

Gates: OH! Lexx just kicked him right in the face!

[Bwana drops Lexx, but still has the hold… Lexx starting to swings side kicks into the midsection of Devil… BUT BWANA TAKES THE SHOTS… HOISTS LEXX UP IN THE AIR…]

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Casale: LOOK AT THIS!!!

[LEXX SPINS HIS LOWER BODY UP… WRAPS HIS THIGHS AROUND BWANA’S HEAD… LEXX FLAILS FOR LEVERAGE AND GRABS THE TOP ROPE…BWANA CAUGHT IN A SIDE-HEADSCISSORS…. LEXX PUSHES OFF THE ROPES AND SPINS HIS UPPER BODY UP UNDER…]


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Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gates: WOW!!! Lexx manages to COUNTER… with a headscissors… and spun his weight into momentum that dropped Bwana RIGHT on his HEAD!

Casale: Ah, the ol’ Headscissors into a modified-DDT trick!

Gates: Lexx’s uncanny ability to technically counter certain moves… it may just save his ass in this match.

[Hex’s jaw drops on the outside, and Bwana is down near the corner. Lexx pulls himself up, gives a little wink to the hottie in the front row from before... starts pulling at the deadweight of Bwana Devil from behind… into a rear wiastlock…]

Gates: Wait a second… he’s not going to have the audacity to…

Casale: HA! I think he is!

[Bwana doubled over and looking at his ankles… Lexx has him at the waist and starts looking from one side of the arena to the other with a big grin…]

Gates: Oh no…

Casale: Hex isn’t looking too happy!

[… and pulls out a hand to slap the ass of Bwana Devil! He’s mocking some Doggie Style action… Bwana Devil’s head snaps up with a confused and bewildered look on his face not sure WHAT is happening to him…]

Girls In Crowd: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Gates: LEXX LOVE WITH THE HUMP& DUMP SUPLEX… ON BWANA DEVIL?!!?!

Casale: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

[Lexx grabs him by the waist again…. HE HOISTS ALL 329 POUNDS UP…]


Gates: GOOD LORD!!!

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Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!

[…. GERMAN SUPLEX BY LEXX LOVE!!!]

Casale: He did it! He just Humped & Dumped Bwana Devil!!!

Gates: Great show of strength by the Intercontinental Champion!

[Devil lands with a hard slam… but rolls back on the momentum… UP TO HIS FEET WITH A SADISTIC LOOK ON HIS FACE… LEXX UP ON HIS FEET WITH HIS BACK TURNED…]

Gates: LOOK OUT!

# TTTTHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM #

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!

[… BWANA DEVIL PLOWS THROUGH LEXX LOVE WITH A SPEAR TACKLE!!! Bwana Devil is PISSED and Hex is shouting for blood as Devil stomps back over to the inside-out Lexx Love, pulling him to his feet and BLASTING him with a few palm-strikes sending him into the corner! Bwana devil HOWLS furiously as he backs up to the opposite side of the ring… HEX POINTS AT BWANA’S TARGET…]

Gates: Lexx managed to piss off Bwana Devil… DEVIL CHARGES…

[… BIG SPLASH IN THE CORNER! Lexx Love gets pancaked by the behemoth and drops to the canvas… Bwana looking like a one man tsunami as Hex starts shouting for him to pin…]

Gates: And the BRUTALITY that that man can generate… this may be it for Lexx.

Casale: Come on Lexx get up!

Gates: Bwana finally makes the cover…

-ONE!-


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-TWO!-



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Gates: HE DID IT!!!

Casale: NO! Lexx’s foot was on the ropes!!

[Bwana isn’t sure what happened… Victor Hex already celebrating on the apron… the referee starts shouting ‘TWO!’ and pointing to Lexx’s foot draped on the bottom rope. Bwana Devil’s anger whips to the direction of the referee, who slowly backs away towards Victor Hex, trying to inform them of Lexx’s action…]

Gates: And Victor Hex is convinced that Bwana Devil had Lexx down… and maybe he did, but Lexx Love managed to get the foot on the ropes… I didn’t even see it at first myself.

Casale: Well all is fair and it’s not against the rules… but I don’t think Bwana Devil even knows what the rules are.

Gates: Lexx Love has already faced some stiff competition in his time in the ICWF… Frostbite, Samson, Kenji Metwaro, Hades and Dexter Payne… Lexx has managed to come out on top thus far, but Bwana Devil could very well stop that momentum dead in its tracks.

[Lexx starting to get to his feet, Victor Hex and Bwana Devil having a VERY stern conversation with the referee in the corner… Lexx spots the distraction… takes the moment to recoup… waits for just the right moment as Hex gets back down off the apron…]

Gates: Wait a second… Lexx Love CHARGING…


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Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!

[… BASEBALL SLIDE… RIGHT INTO VICTOR HEX’S HEAD! The momentum send Hex CRASHING into the guardrail, Lexx on his feet now at ringside, and Beast Unleashed did NOT like that at all… he starts running after Lexx Love who QUICKLY scoots back into the ring… Bwana Devil looking around confused as to what he’s supposed to do… ]

Gates: And I think Lexx Love just threw a MAJOR monkey wrench into the plans of The Cult!

Casale: Here’s hoping it doesn’t backfire.

[Beast gets to the side of Hex who’s out cold… Bwana shouting a foreign language down at them as Lexx looks for his opening… Beast shouting something back in only what these two men could POSSIBLY understand…]

Gates: Uh oh…

Casale: I’m not sure that worked Lexx!

[… BEAST UNLEASHED TURNS HIS HATE-FILLED GLARE ALL THE WAY AROUND AND POINTS IT AT LEXX LOVE!]

Gates: Oh, you did it now Lexx.

[Lexx makes an innocent motion with his hands… Bwana stomping over towards him as he doesn’t understand any of these theatrics… LEXX DUCKS UNDER THE SWIPE! Lexx starts pounding away on the back of Bwana Devil… DEVILS SWINGS BACK WITH A HAYMAKER… Lexx underneath and now kicking away at the legs of Bwana Devil!]

Casale: Love on fire! Love. Is. On. FIRE!!

Gates: Or trying to fight his way out of a HUGE mistake.

[… DEVIL THROWS HIS WHOLE BODY AT LEXX AND PINS HIM IN THE CORNER! Devil starts POUNDING away on Lexx Love… MERCILOUS FISTS just raining down on Love who drops down… SOMEHOW manages to crawl between Bwana’s legs…]

Casale: Get out of there Lexx!

Gates: Nope! He got caught!

[Bwana has him by the ankle! Lexx clawing for some leverage, but Bwana just JERKS him backward and hooks both legs… HE HOOKS THE MASSIVE MUSCLES UNDER HIS ARM… AND SPINS…]


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Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

[… AND HAMMER-THROWS LEXX ACROSS THE RING!]

Gates: GOOD GAWD ALMIGHTY!!

Casale: Hole. Lee. Crap.

Gates: Lexx just got hooked by the legs, spun and CHUCKED ACROSS THE RING!

Casale: Well, Lexx, nice knowing you… sorry it had to end this way, but hey, I’ll take care of the ladies while you’re gone.

[Bwana looks like evil incarnate as the crowd riles in a sea of boos against him… Beast still checking on Victor Hex as Bwana stomps over to the motionless Love… the referee attempting to check on him as Devil pulls Love BACK up to his feet… GORILLA PRESSES HIM UP INTO THE AIR… looks down at Victor Hex who is starting to bleed from the head and just drops Lexx behind him…]

Gates: Oh my… Lexx Love dropped to the canvas and in very bad shape right now, but so is Victor Hex.

Casale: Do you think Bwana Devil even knows that he should pin Lexx right now? I mean without Victor Hex, he could just maul him for the rest of the main event right?

[Devil goes to the ropes and starts shouting in incoherent language to Beast Unleashed… Beast is shaking Hex and trying to revive him… Lexx slowly crawling to the corner in the opposite direction…]

Gates: And Bwana Devil AGAIN distracted by the lack of instruction from Victor Hex, I think you may be right Gerald. Bwana knows Lexx took him out, but I don’t think he knows how to win the Intercontinental Championship.

Casale: Lexx needs to come up with a plan and quick, because Bwana Devil is just powering out of everything Lexx throws at him.

[Lexx slowly getting to his feet in the corner… Bwana shouting at Beast who pulls away and gets to the apron…]

Gates: And Beast Unleashed and Bwana Devil… look like they’re getting into an argument!

Casale: Well the referee is trying to get Beast Unleashed off the apron… good luck with that.

Gates: And an odd scenario here, I mean we can’t understand what the heck these two are saying… but I think it has something to do with reviving Victor Hex. I mean they keep pointing at him…

[Lexx on his feet sees this all too, rolls out of the ring and grabs the Intercontinental Title and heads back into the corner… ]

Gates: Lexx has his belt… what the heck is he doing?

Casale: I hope he’s going to sucker punch Bwana while he has the chance!

Gates: Lexx lining up in the corner…

[And Lexx holds the title up by the straps… STARTS SHOUTING GIBBERISH…]

Gates: What… what the heck is Lexx doing?

[… he’s getting Bwana Devil’s attention by attempting to speak his language… Bwana Devil SPINS AROUND at the sound of him… sees the Intercontinental Title being dangled like a Matador’s cape… AND CHARGES AT LEXX FULL THROTTLE…]

Casale: I don’t think this is what Lexx wanted!!!

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[BWANA CHARGES… LEXX TOSSES THE GOLD ON HIS SHOULDER…]

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Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

[LEXX GRABS HIM AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND AND PLANTS THE TRIANGLE-ARM FACE BUSTER, DROPPING BWANA FACE FIRST ON THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE!!!]

Gates: LEXX’S LOVE!!! Lexx just SUCKERED Bwana Devil into Lexx’s Love right onto the Intercontinental Title Belt!!!

Casale: What a move!!

Gates: I can’t believe that even worked!

[Bwana Devil goes down, Lexx whistles at the referee… LEXX HOOKS THE MASSIVE LEG AND COVERS…]

Gates: Lexx with the cover! Could this be it?!




-ONE!-




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-TWO!-



[BWANA DEVIL STRUGGLING, LEXX PUSHES HIS FULL BODYWEIGHT ON BWANA…]



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-THREE!!!!!-


#DING DING DING#


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WINNER OF THE MATCH: LEXX LOVE III
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Girls In Crowd: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gates: He did it! LEXX PINNED BWANA DEVIL!!

[Devil kicks out just a second too late and Lexx is shot off… but it’s too late. The referee gets to Lexx’s side raising a muscular arm in the air.]

Slick Mick: “HERE IS YOU WINNER… AND *STILL* ICWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION… LEXX LOVE THE THIRD!!!!”

Gates: And Lexx Love, battered and tossed around by this monster of a man manages to come out on top in an impressive victory… you’ve got to hand it to Lexx with that bit of offense.

Casale: Well week in and week out, Lexx continues to amaze… and look at Bwana. I don’t think he even knows what’s going on.

[Bwana sitting upright, sees Lexx on his feet with the Intercontinental Title on his shoulder and starts to go after him. The referee, again, ballsy lil’ sucker that he is, holds Bwana back and tries to tell him the match is over. Lexx puts the belt back, slung low, around his waist and starts doing a hip-gyrating taunt towards Bwana…]

Gates: OH MY GOD LOOK OUT!


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# BBOOOOOOOOOOOOMM!! #


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[BEAST UNLEASHED WITH A BIG BOOT TO THE BACK OF LEXX’S HEAD! The 7ft. 2 inch MONSTER stands over Lexx Love, lumbers over and pulls him back to his feet… grabs a hand full of hair screaming incoherently into his face before hoisting him up into the air…]

Gates: Oh my god… Lexx Love just LIFTED… all 269 pounds-

Casale: Uh, .69 pounds…

Gates: INTO THE AIR… and Bwana Devil seems to be into this…

[BEAST HEAVES LEXX AT BWANA… WHO CATCHES HIM…]


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Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Gates: BWANA WITH A POWERSLAM! Good GAWD almighty!

[Lexx laying motionless in the ring, Beast Unleashed and Bwana Devil standing on either side and looking out into the crowd screaming their heads off… VICTOR HEX slowly climbing into the ring and clutching his head… slaps Beast on the back and immediately starts barking orders…]

Gates: And Victor Hex backing amongst the conscious, and I he wants Lexx DEMOLISHED.

Casale: This isn’t good Gates, I think you’re taking this too well.

[Hex instructing Beast, who pulls the dead weight of Lexx Love up into a standing headscissors… ]

Gates: Wait a second…

Crowd: OWEIHFEOIEWOIMFEIOEFJWOIWEFHOEWFIJOFEWMEWOMEW!!!!


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[BEAST PULLS LEXX UP OVER HIS SHOULDER IN A CRUCIFIX POSITION ON HIS BACK…]



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Casale: Here comes Bobby Frasier!!!


[LEXX LIFTED AT THE ARMPITS…]



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Gates: NO! BOBBY FRAISER PULLS LEXX OFF BY THE LEG! Bobby Frasier just saved Lexx from the Crucifix Powerbomb!

Casale: That’s not all he did, he brought a chair too!

[Lexx drops to the canvas… Beast whips around…]


#CLANK!#



Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!

[BOBBY FRAISER WITH A STEEL CHAIR SHOT… AND BEAST UNLEASHED JUST TAKES IT!]

Gates: Frasier looking a little concerned… that CHAIR he just smacked on the back of Beast didn’t do a THING!

[Bobby winds back again… FIRES A SHOT RIGHT TO THE CHEST OF BEAST…]

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Casale: AH! HE CAUGHT IT!

[Beast grabs the sides of the chair! Bobby pulling at the legs! Tug of War over the chair until Bobby finally lets go, drops to a knee…]


#DING!#

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Gates: LOW BLOW BY BOBBY FRASIER!!

Casale: That worked!

[Beast Unleashed drops to a knee, Victor Hex shouting at Bwana Devil… DEVIL CHARGES… BOBBY CATCHES HIM WITH A DROP KICK! Bwana runs head first into a proverbial brick wall, but doesn’t go down, and jumps on the back of Frasier and WAILS on him with fists flying!]

Gates: And now Bwana Devil attacking Bobby Frasier!

Casale: Well we saw Lexx and Bobby earlier talking about watching Lexx’s back if he ever wanted the Intercontinental Title shot… but I think Bobby may want to rethink that arrangement right about now!

[Bobby gets pulled to his feet and Hex STILL shouting commands… Devil whips him to the ropes… Bobby rebounds… LEAPS…]

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Gates: Flying headscissors by Bobby Frasier! Bwana Devil gets sent into the ropes…

[… and Frasier with a QUICK dropkick sends Bwana all the way out to the outside! The crowd in a frenzy, Bobby feeling pretty good about himself as he looks down at Bwana…]

Gates: Uh oh…

[… at Bwana, as in, not at Beast Unleashed who’s back on his feet behind Bobby Fraiser… BOBBY GETS SPUN AROUND… DOUBLE CHOKE BY BEAST UNLEASHED…]

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Girls In Crowd: IIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

[… LEXX LOVE LUNGES AND CHOP BLOCKS THE LEG OF BEAST UNLEASHED! Bobby Frasier drops to his feet… Beast falls back first into the ropes… Lexx barely able to pull himself up…]

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Gates: PAIR OF DROPKICKS BY BOBBY FRASIER AND LEXX LOVE III!

[Beast Unleashed sent up and over the top rope… but the pure height of him lets him land ON his feet on the outside and into the collecting arms of Victor Hex!]

Gates: Lexx Love, barely able to STAND after the beating he took from The Cult of the Double-Headed Serpent…

Casale: Is THAT their name?! I thought it was Team Cluster-Fudge.

[Hex collecting his men on the outside, holding them back while screaming obscenities at Love and Frasier… Bobby steps back as Lexx starts popping his pectorals, picks up the Intercontinental Title and takes a long look at it… he pulls Lexx back by the shoulder and pushes the title into his arms, holding a single finger on the gold and mouthing something into Lexx’s face…]

Casale: I think Bobby wants his shot sooner rather than later.

Gates: Bobby Frasier saving Lexx’s ass tonight, and here’s hoping Love knows that the Franchise doesn’t do anything unless there’s something for him in it.

[Lexx smiles, hooking the belt over his shoulder and putting up two hands telling Frasier to calm down… DEVIL MAKES A LUNGE AT THE APRON as Hex pulls back on his tights… trying to reel in the monster as Lexx and Bobby ready their stance one last time…]

Gates: Well Lexx had better watch his back himself, because the guy he had doing it wants a shot at the title just as much as Bwana Devil.

Casale: It’s a lonely spot at the top, Gates… you know. Unless.

Gates: Unless?

Casale: Unless you’re Lexx Love and have a handful of women to keep you company.

Gates: Oh geez.

Casale: Two handfuls.

[Frasier looks back at Lexx… Lexx pops a peck and stares right back at him… and we slowly fade to black as the ICWF Logo appears on the screen.]


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