[ 01.24.06 ]

Live from the NFWA Arena
Oshawa, Ontario, Canada

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[ You just came home from your job and toss your boots in the closet. As sweat drips from your forehead you immediately head toward the kitchen where you pop open the fridge and grab a Molson. As the ice-cold bottle rests in your hand, you quickly head over to the living room and plop yourself on the couch, opening the drink and taking a long, much needed swig. With your other hand you reach over and grab the remote, flicking on the television, just in time for your weekly fix of the greatest thing on television...Tuesday Night Terror. ]


[ The feed comes in as you see the familiar faces of Holly Hudson, Scott Slade, and Rich Relando sitting prompt and ready to go at the commentator's table. ]


Rich Relando: Ladies and Gentlemen...


[ Just before he can finish his sentence the lights to the arena fade to black. The crowd suddenly grows silence as they wait patiently for whats about to happen. Murmers begin to spread about the arena. ]







SUDDENLY









[ Suddenly the opening drum beats, followed by the guitar of Alice in Chains’ “Angry Chair” begins to blare. The fans erupt as they know that was the official theme song of the NFWA when Amato was in power. Everyone’s eyes go towards the entranceway, and is lets out cheers as “Dropkick” Darrel Fort, former NFWA commentator, and Jesse Amato’s new right hand man in charge of the accounting aspect of the ROW comes out. The music dies down, as he pulls out an NFWA marked microphone. He tries to speak but the NFWA crazy crowd is going ballistic. He puts down the microphone and looks into the crowd, as they chant “WELCOME HOME! WELCOME HOME!” to him. He once again lifts the microphone to his lips and tries to speak, but the crowd is way to loud. Tears form in his eyes as the crowd finally dies down to allow him to speak.]


Darrel Fort: Goddamnit I missed you people!!!


[ The crowd makes an obvious pop. ]


Darrel Fort: Now, Jesse Amato was supposed to come out here, and give you guys a little speech but the truth is, we haven’t a friggen clue where he is right now, or if he would even show up here tonight... Hell we don’t even know if he’s alive. All we have is the physical championship title...However, I know someone else who has something important to say, someone who could never keep his mouth shut, someone who you guys loved and hated at the same time. Ladies and gentleman, I give you.. EXHILARATING EVAN EXTACY!”


[ “Angry Chair” begins to play again, as Evan Extacy, the other former NFWA commentator and the guy that Jesse assigned to Roberts comes out to a huge ovation. Huge “EVAN!” chants ring about as he immediately starts to talk... ]


Evan Extacy: Well boys, its good to be back here in this rat piss arena in front of these hardcore NFWA fans! Now, I’m not going to take up too much of your time, so I’m going to cut straight to the chase. Next week, I have been asked to do something special for the show. Something incredible, and something that everyone would enjoy...Now I really don’t give a crap about anyone other than the true NFWA fans, so next week, we will RETURN to the NFWA Arena once again, and next week will feature the debut of... EVAN EXTACY’S DOUBLE JEOPARDY!”


[ The crowd roars with approval, even though they are totally clueless to the idea. They do however like the fact that ROW is once again returning to their arena. ]


Evan Extacy: Now, I know you guys are wondering... Gee, what is Evan Extacy’s Double Jeopardy?


Darrel Fort: I know I am...


Evan Extacy: Shut up Darrel, I'm fuckin’ speaking here!


Darrel Fort: Some things never change... Things like dicks and potty mouth!


Evan Extacy: Once again, SHUT UP! As I was about to say before I was rudely interrupted...


[ All of a sudden, the lights dim and blue strobe lights kick on. The fans boo as they haven’t a clue what’s going on, and quite frankly they want to know what the hell Evan is talking about... “Straight Hate” by Bloodsimple begins to play as a new face to both ROW and NFWA walks out on the ramp. He has a ROW marked microphone in hand. The music fades and the lights return to normal. He stands in the entranceway eyeballing Darrel and Evan. ]


Evan Extacy: What the fu...


New Guy: SHUT UP!


[ The fans boo at this man’s cockiness. ]


New Guy: I'm out here to say one thing... My name is Chris Delco... and I am...


Evan Extacy: Yah, whatever AC Delco, go promote your shit somewhere else... As I was saying...


Chris Delco: Listen asshole, I wasn’t done! Don’t ever cut me off again, you understand me! I am Chris fuckin’ Delco! Former, COPW Tag Team Champion & HWA Hardcore Champion! Anthrax Wrestling’s best wrestler period!... and because I ran out of asses to whoop, I jumped ship to this hellhole looking for fresh meat!


Evan Extacy: Well, I would gladly drop my pants...


Chris Delco: Don’t ever say that again or I will slap you so hard! As I was explaining, I’m the new guy here in R-O-W, and soon you will all see Austin Arroyo’s global title around my waist, the waist of the greatest wrestler the world has ever seen, around the waist of God himself...


Darrel Fort: Uh, Dylan Fox already held the belt there bud...


Chris Delco: Who the hell is Dylan Fox, that sorry bastard doesn’t have talent that is even comparable to a frogs slimy ass! I am Chris Delco, and I am about to bring something huge to this place...


Darrel Fort: Ego?


Chris Delco: No, a true picture perfect persona!


Evan Extacy: Well Polaroid, I got great news for you, as next week you will be apart of Evan Extacy’s Double Jeopardy!


Chris Delco: What the hell is that?


Evan Extacy: If you would shut up a second Snapshot, I would tell you and the rest of the fans watching this program. Evan Extacy’s Double Jeopardy is simple... For the next week, you guys won’t have a friggen clue who you are facing. Kodak Moment, you could even get a title shot in your debut... Its all on the spin! What will happen is selected people will come out and spin a wheel, to randomly choose an opponent. The person whom the needle lands on will then come out and spin a second wheel to determine the gimmick, whether it be a barbed wire bat match, or a Singapore Caning match, who knows... But it will be two totally random things happening at once!


Chris Delco: ...Okay, I will play your games!


Evan Extacy: Whatever DigiCam, well Jesse is God knows where, so he won’t be out here as scheduled to have a few words... So I guess we will get this show on the road!


[ Alice in Chains’ “Angry Chair” plays again as Darrel, Evan and Delco return to the back... ]








AERIAL X TOURNAMENT
Round 1 Matchup
Extreme vs Rylend Cloud









[ The camera focuses on Brian Allore in the ring. ]


Brian Allore: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a first round match-up for the ROW Aerial X Division!!!!


[ Crowd cheers. ]


Brian Allore: Introducing first, from West Sussex Storrington, now living in parts unknown, weighing in at 250 pounds, Extreme!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[ The lights to the arena slowly fade to black as "Ugly" by The Exies begins to play over the speakers. The crowd erupts in cheers as Extreme appears from the back in the darkness followed by a white light. He makes his way down the aisle as they cheer him on more and more. With a look of intensity on his face, the 5'11" man makes his way to the ring, takes off his chain and slides into the ring as the arena lights come back on. ]


Brian Allore: And his opponent, from areas unknown, weighing in at 225 pounds, Rylend Cloud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[ "Who I am" by Smile Empty Soul hits and the crowd gives a delayed mixed reaction as the ROW newcomer Rylend Cloud appears. The young man raises his arms as his entrance video plays and the crowd cheers him on more and more as he makes his way down the aisle. The man with no past slides into the ring, stretches a bit, keeping an eye on Extreme as he prepares for this matchup. ]


Rich Relando: Well folks, we have a debut here tonight and a performance by the superb Extreme.


Scott Slade: You're right about that…Extreme is a well-conditioned athlete, I hope Cloud came prepared for one brutal matchup tonight.


Holly Hudson: There's only one way to find out…


[ Ding, Ding, Ding. ]


Rich Relando: This one is now underway folks.


Holly Hudson: Both men are staring each other down, sizing each other up respectively.


[ With a killer instinct, Extreme charges at Cloud, wrapping him up in the middle of the ring. The newcomer grips back, not giving into this battle of strength. The two men push and pull both ways until finally Cloud pulls back one giant heave and sends Extreme backwards a few feet. Before the young man can retaliate, Cloud is already on the rampage and charges into the turnbuckle, jumping directly to the second turnbuckle, and then leaping into mid-air connecting with a flying drop-kick directly into the chest of Extreme. ]


Holly Hudson: Rylend is kicking things off pretty quickly here!


Rich Relando: For a man with no past, he knows how to hold his own!


Scott Slade: He was trained by some of the best.


[ Rylend quickly gets back to his feet, not wasting any time as he grabs Extreme by the hair, tossing him into the ropes. As he tosses the young man into the ropes, he charges forward, following directly behind him and sending him over the ropes and onto the mat outside. Rather than take a moment to catch his breath, Rylend grips the top rope with both hands, squats and leaps over the ropes, landing on the body of Extreme, connecting with a splash as the crowd responds with a chorus of "OHH's". ]


Rich Relando: This man is incredible!


Scott Slade: I'll say…he is keeping the pace of this match-up in turbo-mode.


[ Rylend favors his wrist a bit, obviously injuring it from the leap of faith. He gets to his feet, trying not to show the pain and give away a weakness. He brushes back his hair with one hand, bending over, as he picks up Extreme, who is in shock both emotionally and physically. The newcomer, grabs the wrist of Extreme and spins him around, whipping him directly into the steel steps. An enormous "THUD" is head as Extreme's head connects with the steel object. Rylend on the other hand, shows no emotions whatsoever as he climbs onto the ring, but staying on the outer side of the ropes. ]


Rich Relando: Rylend is issuing a Class-A beating on Extreme right now.


Holly Hudson: I think its safe to say none of us expected this.


Scott Slade: Extreme is a very tough competitor, but this type of beating would be tough for any man.


[ Extreme rolls to his back as his face cringes in pain. Rylend on the other hand has been waiting patiently for his prey. He still stands on the outer-ring, holding to the ropes as he sees Extreme in the right position. Cloud runs forward, leaping into mid-air again, attempting to connect with a flying elbow on the body of Extreme, but just at the last second, the former hardcore champion slips out of the way and Cloud is met with nothing but a face full of steel steps. The crowd cheers uncontrollably as both men lay on the mat outside, gasping for air. ]


Rich Relando: Extreme escapes at the last second!!


Scott Slade: And Cloud just got his dinner of a plate of steel stairs fed to him early tonight.


Rich Relando: What a change of events this could evolve into!!


[ Both men try to shake the cobwebs out as they slowly get to their feet on the outside. Extreme gets to his feet first, pulls himself into the ring and slides under the ropes, still trying to regain his composure. Cloud has also gotten to his feet and is still favoring his right wrist. He climbs into the ring too, in between the second and third rope, but just as he does, Extreme is waiting for him. Cloud turns around and Extreme grabs him by the neck. With the crowd urging him on, he bends backwards and connects with a Neckbreaker right onto the mat. ]


Rich Relando: What a devastating Neckbreaker by Extreme!!


Scott Slade: He's still got some fight in him left.


[ Extreme, still weary from the blows he took earlier, starts climbing the turnbuckle as Cloud lay on the ground below him, kicking the mat with his feet and holding his neck in pain. Extreme makes it to the top turnbuckle and extends his hands out…just as he does he connects with a Shooting Star Press right onto Cloud. The crowd responds jubilantly and cheers him on even more as he rolls over Cloud and goes for the cover. ]


Rich Relando: Extreme goes for the cover!!


Scott Slade: 1…………………………………….2………………………KICKOUT!!!


Holly Hudson: Ohh, so close, he should have hooked the leg.


[ Extreme rolls over and gets to his feet, resting against the turnbuckle and planning his next assault as Cloud still rolls on the mat. He then reaches down and grabs Cloud by the hair, lifting him to his feet and then pulling him to the turnbuckle, lifting him to the top turnbuckle and sitting him up there. He then climbs up with him, wrapping Cloud's arm around his neck and grabbing his tights. The crowd urges him on as Extreme lifts up the newcomer and falls backwards with a top-rope vertical suplex. As soon as the impact is heard the crowd roars in cheers. ]


Rich Relando: Did you see that??? What a maneuver!!


Scott Slade: This Aerial X Tournament is all about heights!!


[ Extreme pops right back to his feet and charges into the ropes, as he does he leaps into mid-air, lands on the middle ropes, keeping his balance, turns and spins in mid-air, connecting with an elbow drop on the body of Cloud. He then goes for another quick cover. ]


Rich Relando: He goes for another cover!!!


Holly Hudson: 1………………………….2……………………………….KICKOUT!!!!!


Scott Slade: Once again, he should have hooked the leg!!


[ Extreme gets to his knees again, giving the referee a look of frustration. But rather than dwell onto it, Extreme gets to his feet once again, picking up Rylend by the hair also. This time, he tosses Rylend into the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but Rylend ducks on the return, bouncing off the opposite ropes. Extreme turns around quickly juts as Cloud leaps at him, but somehow Extreme catches him in mid-air. He wraps an arm and attempts a DDT, but Cloud slips and reverses it into a DDT himself, planting Extreme's head into the mat. With all his strength he pulls himself closer to Extreme and attempts a cover. ]


Rich Relando: What a reversal by Cloud…he's attempting a cover!!


Scott Slade: He covers Extreme!!!


Rich Relando: 1………………….2………………………………..KICKOUT!!!!!!!


Holly Hudson: What a close one!! Cloud almost caught Extreme with a win right there!!


[ Both men lay on the mat, exhausted, as sweat pours from them. The referee starts a 10 count which gets both men to show signs of life. Before he can hit 8, they are both on one knee. Just before the referee can finish the count, they both get to their feet, both dazed and swaying back and forth. Extreme turns around first and sees Rylend with his back turned. With his last ounce of strength he charges forward, spinning Rylend around, he bends over Rylend, setting him up for his finisher, the spinning Powerbomb. ]


Rich Relando: This could be it now!!!!


[ Before he can attempt the finisher, Rylend uses all his might to lift Extreme over his head and onto his back behind him. Rylend turns around, cringing in pain as he picks Extreme up by the hair, bends him over, hooks his arms and executes Extreme's finisher, the spinning powerbomb right in the center of the ring. Rylend falls to his knees as the crowd is cheering both men on for such a great performance. The newcomer gets on top of Extreme and hooks a leg after executing the finishing maneuver. ]


Rich Relando: Rylend executes "THE MIMIC" which is his opponent's finisher!!!!


Scott Slade: He hooks the leg!!!!


Holly Hudson: 1.............................2......................................3!!!!!!!!


Winner: Rylend Cloud
Time: 11:46


Rich Relando: He did it...he somehow did it!!


Scott Slade: What an extroidinary opening matchup!!!


Holly Hudson: I'll say, Cloud came out of nowhere and reversed Extreme's finisher, executing it on him.


Rich Relando: Wow, if this is just a prelude of what's to come, we are in for one crazy night.


Scott Slade: Let's just hope all these superstars have the drive that Extreme and Cloud do.









BACKSTAGE









[ The scene cuts to backstage where ROW Hall of Famer, Jack Kelly and his new stable-mate, Beau Dodge stand together in the middle of a hallway. Kelly is leaning against a Pepsi Machine while Beau is stretching a bit on the opposite wall. The two of them are in mid-conversation as the camera focuses on them. ]


Jack Kelly: …Exactly, things just seem to be going downhill.


Beau Dodge: I think it's safe to say that ROW is in a State of Emergency.


[ Kelly reaches into his pocket and pulls out some change, inserting it into the machine. ]


Jack Kelly: And now we got Amato in charge of things.


Beau Dodge: Things are not looking good for Robert's case.


Jack Kelly: When have they? His lawyers are assholes.


Beau Dodge: I'm starting to wonder if by sitting by, we are doing whats best for ROW.


Jack Kelly: What are you getting at?


[ Kelly presses the "Pepsi" button as his beverage cling-clang's out for him. ]


Beau Dodge: You know what I'm getting at.


Jack Kelly: Roberts told us to step aside while he took care of things though.


Beau Dodge: I know, but you can't stand here and tell me that you feel right about all this.


Jack Kelly: You're right.


Beau Dodge: So what do you say?


[ Kelly pops open the Pepsi and takes a big swig. He ponders for a moment about the offer set before him as a smile crosses his face. ]


Jack Kelly: I'm with you.


Beau Dodge: Excellent, it's time we take things into our own hands.


Jack Kelly: Indeed.


[ The two men shake hands in a respective manner. ]


Beau Dodge: Rebellion Wrestling will soon be on the right path again.


[ Kelly takes another swig of the Pepsi, finishing it off and tossing it into the can next to him as the two men walk off into the distance as the camera cuts to the commentator's table. ]


Rich Relando: Take matters into their own hands???


Scott Slade: What are they talking about??


Rich Relando: I don't know, but I have a feeling we're going to find out tonight.








SHOOT TOURNAMENT
Round 1 Matchup
Sid Biafra vs Big Ging









[ The camera focuses on Brian Allore in the ring. ]


Brian Allore: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a first round match-up for the ROW Shoot Division sponsored by ESPN!!!!


[ Crowd cheers. ]


Brian Allore: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 275 pounds, Sid Biafra!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[ "Los Angeles Is Burning" starts blaring through the PA system. A wall of fire shots up from the floor and out of the back comes Sid Biafra, with is arms raised and Constence at his side. The fans give him an enormous response as the hardcore beast makes his way down the aisle alongside his woman, and eventually into the ring.]


Brian Allore: And his opponent, from Salisbury, England, weighing in at 450 pounds, Big Ging!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[ "Blood in your eyes" by Godsmack blasts and the crowd gives a huge ovation to the man they call Big Ging. The beast steps out from the back and hovers over the entrance-way, eventually making his way down the aisle, eying Sid Biafra in the ring the entire time. Biafra takes a few steps backwards, with his back to the ropes and Constence behind him as Ging climbs into the ring and stares him down even more. ]


Rich Relando: A match between 2 men who exemplify the term Hardcore…


Scott Slade: Indeed, this is going to be a match to remember.


Rich Relando: And better yet, this is a first round matchup for the newly appointed Shoot Championship Title.


Scott Slade: Both men have their eyes set on a victory tonight…and being one step closer to that golden treasure.


[ Ding, Ding, Ding. ]


Holly Hudson: Here we go…a technical style match, something we don't see much anymore.


Scott Slade: You're right about that, these men are going to have to change their styles to be victorious tonight.


[ Big Ging stands in the center of the ring, motionless as he stares down Biafra, who even a large man himself, seems like a midget compared to this beast. Biafra consoles his worried valet and motions for her to step down from the ring as he stretches his shoulders and circles in the ring, eyeing the large Big Ging and preparing his attack. As he circles the big man, Ging turns his body, always keeping an eye on the hardcore maniac, Sid Biafra. Biafra waits until the most opportune moment and charges forward, attempting to clothesline the big man down. But as he does, Ging doesn't even budge. Biafra is in amazement as he takes a few steps backwards and attempts it again…still to no avail. He finally tries a third time before Big Ging reaches out with his big left hand and catches Biafra by the throat, lifting him up and slamming him right to the mat with a vicious Chokeslam. ]


Rich Relando: Dear God!!!


Scott Slade: What a chokeslam by Big Ging…he's not messing around tonight!!


[ Biafra holds his neck in pain as he gasps for air and favors his back. Ging lets out a sinister smile, showing that he enjoys this. Biafra quickly rolls towards the nearest corner, trying to evade any more danger as Ging slowly makes his way over to him. Sid pulls himself into the turnbuckle in a sitting position as he sees Big Ging coming at him. He quickly kicks forward into the knee-cap of Ging, attempting to topple the large man. Ging lets out a groan of pain, obviously a weak spot for the giant. Biafra sees the weakness and kicks the knee-cap again…and a third time. Ging staggers backwards, as he cringes in pain. Biafra pulls himself to his fee and charges at Big Ging, diving in a sideways manner, nailing Big Ging with a side-kick to the knees, knocking him down to one knee. ]


Rich Relando: Biafra sends Big Ging down to one knee!!!!


Scott Slade: He's going after the left leg of Big Ging, he's found a weakness.


[ Biafra quickly gets to his feet again, not taking a moment to lose his advantage and gets behind Big Ging as the big man tries to regain his composure. Sid charges at Ging again, leaping into mid-air and landing a perfect drop-kick right into the back of Big Ging, sending him face-first to the mat. He stands right back up and starts to stomp away at the left leg of Big Ging, hoping to render the man's leg useless. The referee pulls Biafra backwards, stopping him from that assault. Sid doesn't even waste a second though as he makes his way over to the turnbuckle, stepping up to the second rung, and leaping into mid-air, connecting with an elbow-drop directly on the leg of Big Ging as he screams in more pain. ]


Holly Hudson: Big Ging is screaming bloody murder!!


Scott Slade: And he should be, Sid Biafra is destroying that left leg of his.


[ Biafra gets to his knees and decides that its time to start going for the victory here. He rolls Big Ging onto his back and lifts both legs, stepping inside with one of his legs and spinning around, executing a picture-perfect Sharpshooter. Big Ging screams in pain as the submission move is applied…a submission moved mastered by the great Bret "The Hitman" Hart. The crowd cheers him on as does Constence as Biafra holds the Sharpshooter tighter and tighter while Big Ging howls in pain, trying to reach the ropes that are a mere inches from his reach. ]


Rich Relando: Biafra has the sharpshooter applied…if Ging taps out, this one is over!!!


Scott Slade: The only way to win a Shoot match is by submission and Biafra knows this!!!


Holly Hudson: So does Ging, but that doesn't seem to be helping him here!


[ Ging screams in pain more and more as Biafra only tightens the famous submission hold. But with one final rage of anger Ging pushes Biafra off of him with all of his might, sending Sid into the middle of the ring. Big Ging rolls to his back and sits up, favoring his leg as he seems to be in a serious amount of pain. Sid quickly gets back to his feet and sees Big Ging still on the ground. He runs over to Ging and starts stomping away again, keeping the big man at bay and still working on that leg of his. ]


Rich Relando: Sid is not giving him a chance to move!!


Scott Slade: That's the only way to beat Big Ging, don't let him get the offensive for a second.


[ Without wasting any more time, Biafra gets to his knees again and rolls Ging onto his back, grabbing his ankle and executing a perfect Ankle-Lock Submission, better known to some of us as the Angle-Lock. He twists the left ankle of Big Ging as hard as he can as the large behemoth screams in pain. Constence cheers on her man loudly from the side of the ring as he holds onto the submission move even tighter, hoping to gain a victory this time around. With the ankle-lock applied, the referee is a few inches from the face of Big Ging, looking for an "I Quit" or watching him tap out. Sweat drips from the face of Big Ging as he continuously shakes his head "no", enduring even more pain. ]


Rich Relando: How can Big Ging take such punishment???


Holly Hudson: I'm surprised that Biafra has dominated so much thus far.


Scott Slade: I agree…he's proving his worth tonight and showing that he should have won last week in the 4 way match for the Hardkore title.


[ Big Ging reaches out with all his might, trying to find the rope, but its only a few inches from his reach. He tries to pull forward, but the pain and strength from Biafra is holding him back. He's ready to tap out, and Biafra won't relinquish the hold. The hardcore maniac, Sid, holds tighter and tighter as the screams and howls from Big Ging only encourage him more. Ging continues to reach out with sweat dripping from him, his face red in pain as he tries to reach those ropes that are barely out of his reach. ]


Rich Relando: It looks like Big Ging is going to tap out!!!


[ With all his might, Ging reaches out and grabs the ropes, using all his muscle and pulling himself into them, causing Biafra to fall off of him. The referee backs out of the way while Ging pulls himself closer to the ropes and to a sitting position as he sees Biafra stumbling to his feet in the middle of the ring. As fast as the large man can, Ging pulls himself to his feet, hobbling on one leg as Biafra sees him and charges over. Just as he does, Big Ging catches him by the neck and whips him into the turnbuckle. He limps forward a step, pulls back his hand and chops Biafra in the chest, sending him deep into the turnbuckle. He pulls back and chops again, this time sending Biafra straight to the mat. ]


Rich Relando: What a change of events!!!!


Scott Slade: Big Ging is now invigorated!!!!!!


[ He bends over and picks up Biafra by the shoulder blades, lifting him into mid-air and turning around, tossing him into the center of the ring. Biafra tumbles head over heels, favoring his back as Big Ging hobbles over to him. Ging reaches down, picks him up by the hair again, lifts him high into the air and holds him in a Gorilla Press…tossing him right back to the mat in the center of the ring..]


Rich Relando: Gorilla Press!!!


Holly Hudson: Big Ging is back!!!


[ Ging lets out a giant roar as the fans respond. He bends over again, picking up the now weakened Sid Biafra and wraps his arms around him, holding him in a vicious Bear-hug, squeezing the life out of him as Biafra screams in pain. Ging only tightens the hold even harder as Biafra's face begins to grow darker and darker. His body begins to grow limp as the big man grips tighter and tighter, holding the hardcore maniac in mid-air while Constence screams in the background.]


Rich Relando: Biafra is in serious pain!!!!!!!!


[ Big Ging continues the hold as suddenly Constence jumps on the outter mat, trying to distract him away from her man. Big Ging turns around, still holding on to Biafra as he sees her. He takes a couple steps towards her as she screams out in pain and raises his boot, kicking her in the chest and sending her right back to the outside. Biafra has nowhere to go now as his body is in serious pain. He won't tap out though. His face grows darker and darker until suddenly it falls forward and there is no more movement out of Biafra. The referee runs over and taps Biafra, getting no sign as he rings for the bell.]


Rich Relando: The ref is calling for the bell!!!


Winner: Big Ging
Time: 9:22


Scott Slade: Ging did it...the ref has declared him the winner!!


Rich Relando: Biafra just simply passed out from the pain, he would not tap out or say I quit!!


Holly Hudson: There's only a few men in the world that can take that punishment without giving in.


Rich Relando: And theres only a few men in the world that can GIVE that punishment the way Big Ging does.


Scott Slade: Well now Ging has moved on...and somehow Biafra has to prepare himself for the Hardcore Title match tonight.









BACKSTAGE









[ The scene opens up with the ROW Global Champion Austin Arroyo and his Tag-Team Champion Partner and Hardkore Champion, Dylan Fox at his side as the two are getting prepared for their matches later in the night. They start to have a discussion as we focus in more on them. ]


Dylan Fox: Quite a night we have ahead of us, huh Austin?


Austin Arroyo: Nothing like a couple title defenses to get the adrenaline flowing.


Dylan Fox: It's too bad we couldn't have an actual challenge though.


Austin Arroyo: Well what do you expect, this is the ROW.


Dylan Fox: Ha, right about that…


[ Just as Dylan finishes his sentence, Falk Tallin charges into their locker room with an angry look on his face. He walks right up to both men as they look even more confused. ]


Falk Tallin: I'm Out.


Dylan Fox: Excuse me?


Falk Tallin: You heard me, I'm out.


Austin Arroyo: Of ROW? What the hell are you talking about.


Falk Tallin: Of the Authority, I'm out of it, scratch off my name, I'm through.


Dylan Fox: Just like that?


Falk Tallin: Just like that.


Austin Arroyo: Well we'd hate to see you go Falk…


Falk Tallin: Yeah, well, life goes on.


Dylan Fox: Well it was a pleasure working with you Falk.


[ Dylan outstretches his hand as the two men shake. Arroyo stretches his as they shake too, as Falk seems a little more relaxed now. ]


Falk Tallin: I'm glad you understand…I'll see you guys around.


Dylan Fox: Best of luck to you…see ya.


[ Falk nods his head and walks out of the locker room as Dylan and Austin turn to each other. ]


Austin Arroyo: Well that was unexpected.


Dylan Fox: I'll say…but now you know what we need to do next.


Austin Arroyo: Of course.


Dylan Fox: Poor guy, just made the worst decision of his life.


Austin Arroyo: Sure did.


[ The two of them smile sinisterly as they go back to unpacking their bags. The scene cuts back to the commentator's table. ]


Rich Relando: Something tells me that those guys have something up their sleeve.


Scott Slade: I have to agree…if I were in Falk's shoes, I'd be worried right now.


Rich Relando: Arroyo and Fox can be very dangerous.


Holly Hudson: Makes me wonder why I ever married Austin.








AERIAL X TOURNAMENT
Round 1 Matchup
"The Future" Dustin Wood vs Damien Cross









[ The camera focuses on Brian Allore in the ring. ]


Brian Allore: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a first round match-up for the ROW Aerial X Division!!!!


[ Crowd cheers. ]


Brian Allore: Introducing first, from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 240 pounds, "The Future" Dustin Wood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[ "Stay in Shadow" by Finger Eleven plays over the P.A system as the outline of a figure walks out onto stage. Green pyros fall from the ceiling and shoot up from the floor. "The Future" Dustin Wood looks around at the crowd in disgust. He shakes his head as he walks down to the ring. He yells at some fans in the front row. A kid holding a sign that says " The Future has no Future" starts to yell stuff at Dustin. Future walks over and grabs the sign and rips it up. The Future enters the ring and climbs the top rope. He plays to the crowd a little, talking crap to them. The crowd boo's loudly in response. ]


Brian Allore: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 260 pounds, Damien Cross!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[ A fireball on each side of the stage shoots up as "Omerta" by Lamb of God hits the speakers. The crowd gives a nice ovation as a loud bang is heard while Damien Cross steps out from the back. He makes his way down the aisle as once again, fireballs shoot up on each side of the stage. He slides into the ring, ready and raring to go while Dustin Wood looks at him. ]


Rich Relando: Dustin Wood and Damien Cross, 2 high flyers with an extraordinary amount of talent.


Scott Slade: They may define the term "Aerial X" in this matchup.


Rich Relando: Whatever happens, it's safe to say that there will be a lot of action.


Holly Hudson: A lot of action eh? Just how I like it.


[ Ding, Ding, Ding. ]


Scott Slade: This one is underway.


Rich Relando: We haven't seen much of Future this week, and he's got his plate full with Damien Cross.


[ Cross and Wood lock up in the center of the ring, vying for advantage as Cross pushes Wood away. Wood comes charging back but just as he does, Cross moves out of the way and trips him. Wood stumbles forward a bit and slams his face into the turnbuckle as he falls forward, bending his neck in the wrong way. The crowd responds with a sickening response as The Future's body goes limp. ]


Rich Relando: Dear God, that was the worst fall I've seen in a long time.


Scott Slade: And it worked out just find for Damien Cross.


[ Cross walks over to the Future and grabs his ankles, pulling him to the center of the ring. Rather than go for the pin, which in this situation, would probably work, he starts to stomp away at him, taking out some built up rage. After a moment or two, the referee pulls him away, giving him a warning. Cross acknowledges the threat and makes his way back over to the center of the ring. He picks up the limp Dustin Wood and sets him up for his finisher, the spinebuster. He lifts up The Future and sends him straight to the mat with a devastating spinebuster. ]


Rich Relando: He nailed him with the Final Solution!!!!


Holly Hudson: The Future is motionless!!!


[ Cross smiles as he gets to his knees and covers The Future, hooking the leg while doing so. The referee slides over to make the count while the fans cheer. ]


Scott Slade: He goes for the cover…


Rich Relando: 1……………………………….2…………………………………….3!!!!!!!!!!!


Winner: Damien Cross
Time: 3:11


Holly Hudson: And he did it…but Cross can thank that turnbuckle for this victory.


Rich Relando: He can thank himself, he's an excellent athlete with a bright future.


Scott Slade: Did he see how painful that spinebuster looked? That's one Final Solution I want to be no part of.


Rich Relando: Who does?









BACKSTAGE









[ The scene cuts to a cameraman who quietly opens the door to President Roberts' dressing room. The camera shows President Roberts is standing next to some suits, holding a large bundle of papers that appears to be a judgement of some kind. ]


Rick "Royalty" Roberts: So what you're telling me is that we have NO CHANCE? There has to be something Blade did that was illegal.


Lawyer: Well, legally speaking sir, Blade made a convincing argument that the judge bought, so the judge has ruled initially ruled in favor of Blade. But I think that we have a clause in his ownership agreement between him and Jesse Amato. Now, that's one argument that might be a long-shot.


Rick "Royalty" Roberts: Well...is there anything else?


Lawyer: Well, that's pretty much it. The important thing about the clause that we found proves that Blade was never the TRUE owner of Rebellion Wrestling, which would mean that his sale to Jesse Amato was null and void. If the judge were to rule in our favor, that would mean that you are still the rightful owner of Rebellion Wrestling.


Rick "Royalty" Roberts: All right! Now, when do we get back into the courthouse to fight these bastards?


Lawyer: It won't be for a while, I'm afraid. There are dozens of cases in front of us that have not even seen a preliminary judgment, so it's going to take some time for us to even get into court. And once we do, it's going to be some time before we get a judgment once and for all.


[ Just then, Roberts looks over at the cameraman that has snuck his way into the meeting. Roberts looks pissed and charges at the cameraman in an effort to scare him off. ]


Rick "Royalty" Roberts: Get the hell out of here! NOW!


[ Roberts pushes the cameraman out of the dressing room and slams the door as the camera cuts back to ringside. ]


Rich Relando: So are you telling me that we're going to have to deal with these bastards for even longer?


Scott Slade: Well, it's certainly looking that way, unfortunately.


Holly Hudson: It looks like Roberts is really losing control of the situation.








SHOOT TOURNAMENT
Round 1 Matchup
"The Phenom" Jack Kelly vs Falk Tallin









[ The camera focuses on Brian Allore in the ring. ]


Brian Allore: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a first round match-up for the ROW Shoot Division sponsored by ESPN!!!!


[ Crowd cheers. ]


Brian Allore: Introducing first, from Searcy, Arkansas, weighing in at 235 pounds, "The Phenom" Jack Kelly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[ The arena goes black. On Rebel Vision The Phenomenal "P" flashes on the screen. The fans jump to their feet and cheer as "I Will Win" by the Mighty R.A.W. blasts throughout the arena. Towards the end of the verse, a figure walks from the back onto the stage. When the chorus hits, Jack air punches to an explosion of pyros. He hops down the ramp, slapping hands as he runs to the ring and slides in. ]


Brian Allore: And his opponent, from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 245 pounds, Falk Tallin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[ "Click, Click, Boom" hits the speakers and Falk Tallin dashes out from the backstage, with Tira following close behind, he raises his arms and a wall of red flares shoot out from the edges of the ramp for a few seconds. The flares die down and Falk walks down the ramp giving fans high fives all the way down. He reaches the ring and slides inside. He pops up and dashes to a corner where he raises both of his hands in the "rock" hand gesture. He jumps down to the middle and raises both hands again as Tira takes her place near his corner. ]


Rich Relando: This is the type of match fans wait for.


Scott Slade: These two guys are straight up wrestlers and will take this one fighting to the end.


Rich Relando: The mutual respect these two men have is what I wish every wrestler could possess.


Holly Hudson: Yeah right, like that would ever happen.


Rich Relando: Right about that, there are far too many inflated egos in the world today.


[ Ding, Ding, Ding. ]


Scott Slade: Well, let's just see what these 2 guys have in store for us…this one is underway.


Holly Hudson: We should be in for one hell of a show.


[ Falk and Jack walk to the center of the ring and shake hands as they back off, preparing to do battle. The crowd cheers both men on as they circle each other and eventually lock up in the center of the ring. Kelly gets the early advantage and twists the arm of Tallin, spinning behind him. He pushes forward, sending Falk into the ropes. On the return Tallin stumbles backwards and is caught by Kelly with a standing back-body-drop. ]


Rich Relando: Falk hits the mat back first.


Holly Hudson: Kelly hits the first move of the night.


[ Kelly gets back to his feet quickly as he waits for Tallin to get back to his. Just as he does, he charges forward, catching Tallin off-guard and nailing him with a spear, sending the young man right back to the mat. Kelly gets to his knees and starts to unload punches to the head of Falk, trying to keep him down on the mat. After a barrage of lefts and rights, he gets back to his feet and quickly makes his way over to the turnbuckle. ]


Holly Hudson: Kelly is taking the early advantage here tonight.


[ He climbs the turnbuckle to the second rope, staying high above Falk while Tallin still lay on the mat below. Kelly leaps into mid-air and connects with a flying elbow smash directly on the chest and face of Tallin, increasing the pain he's had to endure today. Tallin rolls to the center of the ring, favoring his chest as his legs kick up and down on the mat. Kelly sees the advantage and runs over, pressing on top of his back and hooking the leg, snapping him in the STF. ]


Rich Relando: He's got the STF applied!!!


Holly Hudson: Kelly wants to win this Shoot title right now!!


Scott Slade: He very well could if Falk doesn't get out of this!


[ Kelly holds the STF tighter and tighter while Falk howls in pain. Tallin tries to pry Kelly's hands loose to no avail as the Hall of Famer only tightens the hold. The crowd cheers both men on as Kelly presses his fingers deeper into Falk's chin while the referee gets on the ground, waiting to see if Falk will tap out or say I quit. Falk's face grows red but he won't give up as he shakes his body, trying to ignore the pain. The referee continues to ask Falk if he is going to give. As Kelly takes a second to tighten the hold a bit more, Falk takes the momentary advantage and rolls to his side, knocking Kelly off of him and releasing him from the pain. ]


Holly Hudson: Tallin breaks free!


[ Falk scrambles away from Kelly, favoring his chin with his hands as Kelly gets to his feet again. Falk pulls himself to a sitting position as Kelly comes over and starts stomping away at him. The referee pulls Kelly away, but just as he does, Jack runs into the opposite ropes, bouncing back towards Falk as he leaps into mid-air, intending to hit a missile drop-kick. Just as he is about to connect, Falk slips out of the way, causing Jack to miss completely, slamming his back into the mat with nowhere to go. ]


Rich Relando: Kelly goes down with a miss!


Scott Slade: Falk has a thing to turn things around now.


[ Tallin grabs a rope and pulls himself to his feet as he eyes Kelly on the ground next to him. He sees Kelly slowly getting up and prepares himself by getting in the attack position. Just as Jack gets to his feet and turns around, Falk charges at him, spearing him into the turnbuckle. Kelly lets out a giant groan as he back folds into the turnbuckle corner. Falk takes a few steps backwards and then forward again, pressing his shoulder into the rib-cage of Jack Kelly. He nails him again, and again a few more times. ]


Rich Relando: Falk is dishing it right back at Jack now.


Holly Hudson: He turned things around in a good way for him.


[ He grabs Kelly by the wrist and whips him in the center of the ring. But just as he does, Kelly stops in his tracks and reverses the whip himself. He spins around as Falk doesn't even realize what's coming and gets a clothesline from hell, sending him straight back to the mat. Kelly then quickly applies the Phenominal Death Lock before Falk even knows what to do and the referee slides to the ground, watching Falk closely. ]


Rich Relando: He's got it applied!!!


Scott Slade: The Phenomenal Death Lock!!!!!!!!!!


Holly Hudson: Falk has nowhere to go!!!


[ Jack tightens the hold to a point where Falk Tallin can't withstand. He taps out quickly as the referee calls for the bell. ]


Winner: "The Phenom" Jack Kelly
Time: 5:52


Rich Relando: Kelly did it!!! He caught Falk offguard and he got himself a win.


Scott Slade: And he advances to the second round of this tournament!


Rich Relando: I'm surprised though, Falk had a really good chance of winning tonight...but Kelly was just too quick.


Scott Slade: But once you get that hold put on you, I couldn't imagine NOT tapping out.








HARDCORE TITLE MATCH
First Blood / Grudge Match
Dylan Fox © vs Sid Biafra









[ The camera focuses on Brian Allore in the ring. ]


Brian Allore: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a first blood match for the ROW Hardcore Title!!!!!!


[ Crowd cheers. ]


Brian Allore: Introducing first, the challenger, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 275 pounds, Sid Biafra!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[ "Los Angeles Is Burning" starts blaring through the PA system. A wall of fire shots up from the floor and out of the back comes Sid Biafra, with is arms raised and Constence at his side. The fans give him an enormous response as the hardcore beast makes his way down the aisle alongside his woman. He has a slight limp from his previous match, but the look on his face shows he's ready and determined to win. ]


Brian Allore: And his opponent, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 245 pounds, ROW Hardcore Champion, Dylan Fox!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[ The Jumbo-Tron fades to black as the Numbers "2 4 5" appear to the beat So (2) Fucking (4) What (5) as "So What" by Metallica blasts. Dylan's entrance video kicks in as he steps out, arms bent at his sides as he stares around the arena mockingly, shaking his head. A cocky smile crosses his face as he heads down the aisle toward the ring. He slides in, to a chorus of boos as he pretends to ignore the fans. ]


Scott Slade: After everything that has happened here tonight, we now have a first blood match for the Hardkore title here tonight. Speaking of blood, we have nothing but bad blood here between Dylan Fox and Sid Biafra..


Rich Relando: Well, Sid has gone through a lot these last few weeks, which will give the decisive advantage to The God of Perfection who, I think, will hold onto the title here tonight.


[ Sid just sits in his corner and watches Fox. Fox turns around to give the belt to the ref. Sid jets from the corner and lariats to the back. He pushes Fox to the ropes, puts his face on the ropes, headlock, and slides down the length of the top rope. Sid pulls Fox's head back and digs his fingers with both hands, into the forehead of Fox and begins to try to rip him open. Fox grabs back to Sid's head and drops down for a chin buster. Sid lets go and goes to one knee, holding his jaw. Dylan wipes his forehead and checks for blood, but there is none. Fox goes to his feet and stomps Sid in the head. Fox grabs Sid by the head, but Sid grabs Fox's trunks and pulls him and and through the middle ropes to the mat outside. Sid rolls under the bottom rope as Fox is on one knee. He pulls Fox to his feet and slams his head into the railing. Sid follows up by whipping the champion into the steps. Sid charges and dropkicks Fox's head into the steps. Sid walks over to Fox and grabs him by the head. Fox is quick with a low blow which drops Sid to the outside mat. Fox is to his feet, reaches down, and pulls up the mats, exposing the concrete underneath. He pulls Sid into a front face lock and falls back into a DDT. He rolls him over and checks, but no blood. Fox gets to his feet and smiles and nods. He rolls Sid back on his belly, straddles him, and tries to rub his face back and forth against the concrete. Sid pushes up and keeps his face from touching the concrete. He mule kicks Fox in the groin and gets him off of him. Sid is slow, but gets to his feet and pulls Fox to his. Sid circles around, picks Fox up, and slams him into the concrete. He then begins to stomp the holy hell out of Fox. Sid jumps to the apron, measures, jumps off for a knee drop. Fox moves just before connection and Sid's knee hits the concrete. ]


Rich Relando: Dylan Fox does it again. He waited until Sid tries something reckless and pulled out of the way at the last possible second. PERFECTLY timed.


Scott Slade: And I'll tell you what, this was a real back and forth fight here.


[ Fox slowly gets to his feet and walks over to the ringside workers and pulls out a chair. He walks over to Sid, who is cradling the knee. He raises the chair and brings it down on the knee. He raises it up again and slams it against the knee again before sliding the chair back into the ring. Fox smiles as the fans boo him. He grabs Sid, pulls him up, and slides him into the ring. Sid crawls to the chair as Fox slowly gets into the ring. Fox grabs Sid by the bad leg, but Sid has the chair and slams it into the head of Fox, who drops the leg, drops to a knee, and leans against the ropes. Sid uses the chair to push himself to his feet, he limps over to Fox and slams the chair into his head. Fox lies face first with arms outstretched. Sid smiles, raises the chair above him head and slams it into the right arm of Fox, who immediately jumps around and cradles the arm. Sid drops the chair in the middle of the ring before hobbling over to the champion, pulling him to his feet and pulling him back to the chair, front face lock for a DDT. Fox uses his legs and lifts Sid up and back drops him. The god grabs him arm and staggers to a corner. When Sid gets to his feet, Fox charges and nails him with a clothesline. Fox does not stop but turns around and drops and elbow to the chest of Sid. He rolls over, straddles him on is chest, and begins hammering away with his left hand to the head of Sid, trying to draw first blood. He rolls off after a moment and goes to the ropes and gets to his feet. He then walks over to Sid and stomps him in the head. The champion jumps through the ropes and goes to the outside and reaches under the ring. He pulls out a table and slides it into the ring. He goes under again and pulls out a trash can with a lot of goodies in it and throws it over the top rope. He jumps back to the apron and back inside the ring. He reaches in the can and pulls out a kendo stick. Sid crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up. Fax charges and kicks Sid's knee hard and puts him to the mat, head first. Fox slams the stick into the chest of Sid who screams and covers his chest. Sid is back to the ropes and pulls himself up and to the corner. Fox watches him with a smile and a chorus of boos behind him. When Sid gets to the corner, Fox slams the stick into his head with a loud slap. Sid lays in the corner, hanging from the top ropes, almost lifeless. Fox slams the stick into his head again, with the same result. Fox slams the stick down in frustration, walks over and dumps out the contents of the trash can. He charges for Sid, who uses everything he has and kicks the trash can into the face of Fox who falls back motionless. Sid is slow but pushes himself up to his feet. Slowly turns around and climbs the ropes until he gets to the top. He cradles his knee while he tries to balance. He then stands straight up and jumps backwards with a moonsault right onto the motionless Fox. ]


Scott Slade: What a move by Sid Biafra. Just when you thought he was gone, he's back and alive.


Rich Relando: He got a lucky shot. Even perfection has to give way to luck.


[ Sid crawls to the arsenal of hardcore weapons and grabs the top to the trash can and rolls to the ropes. Fox rolls around and tries to get to his feet. As Sid gets to one knee at the ropes, Fox gets to his own feet and goes after Sid. Sid turns his head, sees him, uses the ropes to get him the rest of the way to his feet and slams the top onto Fox's head. Fox staggers back. Sid uses everything to give a full on charge and slams the top into the face of Fox. Both hit the mat, Sid grabbing his knee. Sid rolls to the ropes again and uses them to get to his feet. Fox rolls and grabs a bat. Sid hobbles over to Fox, who rams the butt of the bat into Sid's gut. Fox puts the bat on Sid's back and puts both of Sid's arms around it, grabs his head and drops down with a DDT. ]


Scott Slade: Oh my. I think Fox is going for Sid's career here. That could have broken his neck.


Rich Relando: Sometimes perfection needs drastic measures.


Scott Slade: You are a heartless bastard, you know what Rich?


Rich Relando: And damn proud of it.


[ Fox rolls from the ring, walks around to the announcers table and grabs the bell. He rolls back into the ring. He gets to his feet and crouches in the corner. Sid gets to his feet and turns around just as Fox charges. Sid kicks Fox straight in the balls as the bell hits him in the head. Both men fall down to the mat. Fox grabs himself as Sid lays motionless. ]


Holly Hudson: What the hell? Is Sid's skin made of rubber??


Scott Slade: Apparently so. He has taken so much in this match and has still yet to bleed. Fox tried it once more with the ring bell, but Biafra kicked the champion with a low blow. I'm not sure if the bell had the full effect with that counter, but it was enough to even the score here.


[ Both men lie motionless for a long period. The fans begin rumbling and then cheering. A “Sid” chant begins from the fans. Fox rolls to a sitting position and reaches for the ropes. Sid does the same as the chants grow louder and louder. Both men fight to get to their feet. Fox comes over and meets Sid in the center of the ring with a right hand. Sid is knocked to the ropes, comes back and nails Fox with a right hand of his own. Fox back into the ropes and comes back with a right hand. Sid blocks and nails Fox with another right. Sid grabs Fox by the head, jumps in the air, and lands a dropkick right to the face. Sid gets to his feet with only a slight limp on his knee. As Fox gets to his feet Sid runs to the ropes, bounces off, jumps in the air, and hits a flying clothesline. Sid, now with his second wind, picks up the kendo stick, and twirls it around. He lets Fox use his own energy getting back to his feet and turning before slamming the stick into Fox's head. Fox drops to one knee. Sid throws the stick from the ring and picks up the crushed trash can. With one hand, he flings it up and slams it into the head of Fox. Sid throws the can out of the ring and pulls Fox to his feet. Fox, wasting no time, quickly grabs the head of Sid. Sid hits the arm of Fox as Fox goes for the 245. He drops to the canvas, holding his arm. Sid smiles and points with one finger to his own head. ]


Scott Slade: Sid has outsmarted Fox. Fox went for his finisher, but Sid did the damage earlier in the match with that arm shot. Sid has taken out the champion's finishing move.


Holly Hudson: But this is a first blood match. He doesn't need it.


[ Sid looks down at Fox and stomps him in the arm. He then walks over to the table and sets it up. The fans cheer as Sid now pulls Fox to his feet and throws him to the ropes. Fox bounces off, is caught by Sid who spins around and lands the Anarchist Creed (spinebuster) into and through the table. Both men are now covered in table debris and blood is everywhere. The referee runs down and tries to determine whos blood it is as both men are barely moving. ]


Scott Slade: There's blood everywhere!!!!!


Rich Relando: But who's is it?!?!


Scott Slade: The referee can't tell!


[ Biafra gets to his feet as blood is all over his face. The referee confused decides to call for the bell, but just as he does, Biafra wipes the blood from his face, showing that it's actually Dylan Fox's. It's too late though, the referee has already made the call and Biafra can't do anything about it. ]


Winner: Dylan Fox
Time: 10:18


Rich Relando: Nooo...Dylan is not the winner...it's his blood, not Biafra's!!


Scott Slade: Biafra is showing the referee, there is no cut on him...he did not lose!!!


Holly Hudson: This would be the second straight week Biafra got screwed out of a win!


Rich Relando: Wait a minute, the referee is feeling Biafra's head.


Scott Slade: He's calling for the ring announcer...what's going on?!?!


Rich Relando: I have no idea!!


Holly Hudson: They are muttering about something.


[ Biafra has a disgruntled look on his face as now Constence is at his side. Dylan Fox is just now getting up from the debris as the blood drips from his forehead. The ref and ring announcer finish talking as he grabs a microphone. Fox is now to his feet, staggering into a turnbuckle as he wipes the blood from his forehead. Biafra continues to stare at the referee like a rabid wolf. The ring announcer tests the mic before speaking. ]


Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen...due to recent evidence...the referee has REVERSED HIS CALL!!!


Holly Hudson: Holy shit!!


Ring Announcer: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH......AND NEWWWWWWWWWW HARDCORE CHAMPION, SID BIAFRA!!!!!!!!!!!!


Winner: Sid Biafra
Time: 10:18


Holly Hudson: Dylan Fox is irate!!


Scott Slade: And Sid Biafra is the new Hardcore Champion!!!!


Rich Relando: I can't believe it...the referee wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.


Holly Hudson: Biafra is handed the Hardcore Championship, and he most certainly deserved it


Scott Slade: Indeed, this was an incredible match by both competitors.


Rich Relando: One we will not forget anytime soon.









BACKSTAGE









[ The scene cuts to backstage, and the crowd erupts as Blade is warming up to get ready for his match-up for the Global Title. He is warming up and turns to walk out of the area when he stops dead in his tracks. The crowd gives a larger pop as the camera turns and shows Tiffany Plan standing there in the doorway. Her image caught Blade by surprise, but he quickly recovers and opens his mouth for the first time. ]


Blade: Look who it is.


Tiffany Plan: Nice to see you too.


Blade: The only nice thing about you is that you've got our Global Champion wrapped up in your head games. I'll tell you, since I dumped you, I've gotten better and better. And when I beat Austin for the Global Title tonight, I'm going to prove to the world that your abilities as a manager are about as fake as your boobs.


Tiffany Plan: What kind of gratitude is that?!? My breasts are real and spectacular! That's unlike your chances at winning tonight. You're going to be just another link in the chain, Blade.


Blade: Exactly. And apparently the number of men you've managed in your career is nothing compared to the number of men you've SLEPT with.


[ The crowd cheers as they hear this last remark. Tiffany is outraged and moves closer to Blade, but then stops as they both hear the sounds of footsteps nearby. The crowd cheers again as the form of Crizzy Perez walks up and takes her place next to Blade. ]


Crizzy: What's going on here?


Blade: Oh, nothing babe. Just telling Tiffany here how she is going to be remembered for losing tonight when you become the manager of the new Global Champion and usher in the Scorpio Era.


Crizzy: Damn right!


Tiffany Plan: Oh, both of you are out of your minds.


[ The three of them then turn as they hear the sound of feet again. The crowd boos as the camera moves toward the fourth person, Austin Arroyo, who has come around, looking for Tiffany. ]


Austin Arroyo: What's everybody doing? This some kind of funky Global Title fight reunion? We haven't even had the match yet.


[ Arroyo glances over at Crizzy, checking her out. She stares back at him with almost an insulted look. Blade angrily looks at him as Tiffany has a smug look on his face. ]


Blade: Crizzy and I were just leaving. Don't worry, Arroyo, we'll take care of you and Tiffany in the ring, tonight. See you later, Ms. Plan!


[ The crowd cheers as Blade and Crizzy leave. Crizzy turns around one more time to get a glance at Arroyo, who stares back at her. Tiffany breaks up the glances. ]


Tiffany Plan: Come on, you have to get ready for your match tonight.


[ Arroyo and Tiffany turn to walk in the opposite direction as the camera cuts back to ringside. ]


Rich Relando: Wow, looks like Arroyo can get some serious tail. Now we know why he divorced you, Holly.


Holly Hudson: Oh, shut the hell up! I divorced HIM, remember?


Scott Slade: Settle down, you two. Whatever is going to happen in their match tonight, it looks like things between Blade and Arroyo are just getting started.








TOUGHMAN TITLE MATCH
One-Falls Matchup
Jesse Amato © vs Beau Dodge









Scott Slade: And our next match should be a good one. It's a match for the ToughMan Title, and the newest addition to Rebellion Wrestling takes on Jesse Amato, the man who now owns ROW, for better or worse.


Holly Hudson: I still can't believe that happened.


Scott Slade: Well, the ToughMan Title is hanging from the rafters, and we're getting set for what should be a tremendous ladder match, so let's get to Brian Allore to introduce the action.


Brian Allore: And our next match, first, introducing the challenger, from Albert Lea, Minnesota, weighing in at 280 pounds, Beau Dodge!


[ The crowd boos vehemently as Beau Dodge makes his way down to the ring, already busily setting up the ladder as he doesn't even bother to await the arrival of Jesse Amato. ]


Brian Allore: And the champion, from Oshawa, Ontario, Canada, he is the ToughMan Champion, here is Jesse Amato!!!


[ Silence. ]


Rich Relando: Where is Amato?


[ Silence. ]


Scott Slade: I have no idea, if he no shows, he could lose his title tonight.


[ Suddenly "Sanitarium" by Metallica blasts as the arena jumps in an uproar of cheers as they recognize who's about to come down the aisle. The arena almost shakes when former NFWA legend Kris Maiden steps out from the back, arms raised with a look of intensity on his face. ]


Rich Relando: Holy Shit, it's Kris Maiden!!!


[ Kris Maiden comes running down the ramp and slides into the ring, where Beau Dodge is already nearing the top of the ladder to grab for the ToughMan Title. ]


Scott Slade: It's Maiden!!!


Holly Hudson: And he's charging the ring!!!


Scott Slade: Beau Dodge is going for the title regardless, trying to beat the hype of Kris Maiden.


Rich Relando: Well, at least you can give Beau Dodge an E for effort!


[ Beau Dodge is already at the top rung of the ladder, reaching for the belt. Maiden runs into the ropes to give himself more power, and then charges at the ladder, pushing it over. Dodge is standing on the absolute top of the ladder, and the push, causes him to lose his balance, and he jumps off the ladder as it falls. He lands well outside of the ring, and his groans can he heard as he slams into the security railing, his stomach nearly cut in half, as he is left laying on the railing, half of his body still near ringside and his torso hanging on the railing, in the crowd. ]


Rich Relando: Maiden almost killed Dodge there!


Scott Slade: Son of a bitch! That move had to break some of Beau Dodge's ribs!


Holly Hudson: This is amazing.


[ Kris Maiden smiles as the crowd erupts at the move. Maiden sees that Beau Dodge is motionless, allowing him to set the ladder back up, climb it, and grab the ToughMan Title as the referee calls for the bell as the crowd goes absolutely wild. ]


Winner: Kris Maiden
Time: 00:28


Holly Hudson: And a nice response from this crowd for Kris Maiden, who is back home to defend the ToughMan Title in a very quick match.


Scott Slade: Now can we FINALLY get some medical attention out here for Beau Dodge?!? This man HAS to have some broken ribs, at least.


Maiden continues to celebrate in the ring as officials come down to ringside with a gurney. They help Beau Dodge off the security railing, and he shows signs of movement, indicating nothing serious is wrong. The crowd gives a light approval as the Dodge indicates he is all right before he is wheeled up the stage in a gurney. ]


Rich Relando: Well, at least he's ok.


Scott Slade: Yes, and it's a tremendous night for Kris Maiden, who has successfully defended his title in front of a hometown crowd…well it is his title right?


Holly Hudson: Apparently.









BACKSTAGE









[ The camera cuts to backstage, where Damien Cross is walkiing one of the arena's hallways. Suddenly out of nowhere, he sees Sid Biafra come walking from around a corner. ]


Damien Cross: What the hell are you doing here?


Sid Biafra: You know, I never got the chance to say thank you for burning down that house. Well, allow me to show my gratitude in the proper way.


[ Sid then takes a sock and beats Damien in the head with it. The attack surprises Damien, who falls to his knees from the blow. Sid then continues the attack, hitting Damien on the back of the head with the sock, causing him to fall to the ground. Sid then looks up to see a commotion in the distance. ]


Sid Biafra: Thank you again, Damien. That's from the Brickowskis.


[ Sid opens up the sock and drops a brick out of it. He then throws the sock on the ground and walks away from the scene as officials tend to Damien Cross, who is knocked out from the attack. The officials tend to Damien as the camera cuts to ringside. ]


Rich Relando: Wow! A nice move by Sid to get back for last week.


Scott Slade: That's intense! You know these two are heading for one hell of a battle at Cold War.








GLOBAL TITLE MATCH
One-Falls Matchup
Austin Arroyo © vs Blade









[ The lights go out, and Saliva’s “Survival of the Sickest” begins to pump across the NFWA Arena. Fans all jump to their feet as they anticipate who is coming. As random lighting blinks everywhere, and smoke sneaks out onto the stage. A picture of a Scorpio Flashes on both screens to the left and right of the stage. About ten seconds into the song, the one they call Blade, along with Crizzy Perez, comes out onto the ramp and looks at the crowd standing, and cheering their Canadian heads off! Blade holds up his hands and casually struts down to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope, and ascends the turn buckle raising his hands to the heavens. He jumps down and stares down the entranceway. ]


[ The music changes into “Motorbreath” by Metallica.. The fans’ cheers turn to bitter boos as they boo the living crap out of Austin Arroyo. Austin then appears out on the ramp with Tiffany Plan at his side. He has the beautiful gold ROW Global Title around his waist as he struts his way to ringside. He climbs up the steps, and holds the ropes open for Tiffany to climb through. He stands in the corner opposite Blade as Brian Allore begins the formal introductions. ]


Brian Allore: Ladies and Gentleman, ROW and NFWA fans alike. It is now time for your main event!


[ The capacity crowd lets out a roar. ]


Brian Allore: ...And this one is for the most coveted prize in the sport, this one is for the R-O-W Global Heavyweight Championship of the world. Introducing first the challenger standing to my right, accompanied by the beautiful Crizzy Perez. He is the current, and will be the last European champion in ROW history, as win or lose, his belt will be merged with the Global belt. He stands at Six feet, two inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty four pounds... He is the master of the swanton, and since October 31st has been the R-O-W European champion, hailing from the United Kingdom in Europe, now residing in Indianapolis, Indiana, USA, Ladies and Gentlemen... THE SCORPIO... BLAAAAAAAAAADE!


[ Introducing second, standing to my left. He is the man that walked into Sacrifice with the Hardcore title, and walked out with the Global title. He is the new owner of the NFWA, hailing from Chicago, Illinois... He is accompanied this evening by the legendary ROW manager and vixen Tiffany Plan... Standing at just over Six Feet, and weighing in, in excess of 200 pounds... He is the current, reigning, and defending ROW Global Champion, He is AUSTIN... ARRRRRRRROYYYYOOOOO!” ]


[ As Brian, Tiffany and Crizzy clear the ring, the fan’s begin a huge “WE HATE AUSTIN!” chant as the opening bell tolls. Both Blade and Austin circle one another in the ring, and Arroyo quickly goes for a grapple that is quickly dodged by Blade. Blade in return goes in for a grapple, that Austin manages to push away... ]


Holly Hudson: Well, this is going to work out to be an excellent match... LETS GO BLADE!


Rich Relando: Biased Bitch!


[ Finally in the centre of the ring, atop of the NFWA logo, Blade and Austin engage into a neutral collar and elbow tie up. Blade quickly gains the upper hand and quickly forces Austin back into the corner, the ref calls for a break and begins counting the mandatory 5 count as Blade gives Austin a clean break. He slowly backs away as Austin returns to the centre of the ring. They once again engage into a second collar and elbow tie up, but this time Austin gets the upper hand and forces Blade into the corner. The ref calls for a second clean break, as Austin slowly releases the hold. Just then out of nowhere, Austin clocks Blade in the side of the head with a vicious left hand! The referee warns Austin of the closed fist as he lands another strike to the temple of Blade. He delivers a perfectly placed boot to the stomach before grabbing the arm of Blade and Irish whips him into the opposite corner. ]


[ Austin charges at Blade, but Blade moves out of the way at the last second causing Austin to go sternum first into the trio of turnbuckles. Blade then capitalizes and lands a series of stiff forearms to the back of the Global Champion’s head. The ref starts another 5 count, as Blade backs off the attack at 4. Blade takes a step back, and ignores the referee as he tries to talk to him. He goes forward and grabs the head of Arroyo and sticks Austin’s nose right into his arm pit and bends his body backwards. ]


Scott Slade: Blade has Austin Arroyo hooked into a Dragon Sleeper!


Rich Relando: This very move once killed a man in the ring!


Holly Hudson: Good, Blade don’t ever let go!!!


[ Blade begins to walk backwards so Austin is hooked in the Dragon Sleeper in the middle of the ring. Austin’s flailing arms fall limp beside his body. Blade calls for the ref to check him to see if he is out. The ref comes in and lifts Austin’s high into the air. He releases it and it drops to his side, and the entire crowd lets out a loud “ONE!” The ref grabs his arm a second time, and holds it up in the air. He again releases it and for the second time it drops down, dangling over the canvas as the crowd lets out a loud “TWO!” ]


Rich Relando: This could be it, the title could in fact change hands here in Oshawa!


Scott Slade: Nothing would please these fans more Rich!


Holly Hudson: Nothing would please me more!!


Rich Relando: Your opinion doesn’t matter Holly!


[ The ref holds Austin’s hand up for a third time. As every wrestling fan knows, if that arm falls again, Austin would be considered knocked out, and the match and title will be awarded to Blade. The ref lets go of the arm and it falls quickly towards the mat. The crowd screams out…]


“THRE”


[ NO! NO! NO! Austin manages to get that arm back up. He still has some fight left in him as he reaches back behind Blade. He locks his fingers and begins to force himself forward out of the forced bridge from the Dragon Sleeper. ]


Rich Relando: What power on the part of Austin!


[ Austin manages to stand upright again, this time he has The Scorpio’s body hanging over his shoulder, with Blade’s lower ribs pressing into the shoulder of Austin. Out of desperation, Austin flips Blade over and drops to a knee sending Blade down hard like a missile perpendicular to the canvas. The left shoulder of Blade smashes hard into the upper thigh of Austin as he bounces off hard clutching at that shoulder, as Austin falls backwards trying to catch some oxygen after being suffocated by the Sleeper. ]


Scott Slade: Nicely done Shoulder Breaker by Austin Arroyo out of desperation!


Rich Relando: Power and resiliency like that shows why he is the Global Champ!


Holly Hudson: Even I must say that I’m impressed!


[ Austin slowly makes it up to his feet, holding his neck as he drags Blade up to his feet to. He then grabs the left arm of Blade and bends it around his head as he presses down onto that already injured left shoulder. ]


Holly Hudson: Austin now, with a standing shoulder lock, exploiting that injury!


[ Austin then drives more pressure into the shoulder, forcing Blade to the canvas. He lies on his stomach as Austin holds up that arm. He places his right boot on the back of Blade’s neck as he still holds onto that arm, forcing it back across his back. Blade screams in pain, but somewhere in those screams, “NO!” rings out every time the referee checks to see if he gives up. Finally after what seemed like eternity to Blade. Austin relieves pressure, but doesn’t release the arm. Instead Austin leaps forward into the air, sentons and lands on the other side of Blades body pulling his left arm across his back! The crowd lets out a giant “OH!” as Blade begins to flop around screaming in agony. ]


[ Austin holds up his arms to the crowd who boo him very loudly. He turns back to Blade and starts to lay the boots to his shoulder. With each boot comes a wicked scream as shockwaves of pain run throughout the left shoulder of Blade. Austin once again lifts Blade to his feet and takes that left arm pulls it behind his back, and wrenches it upwards towards the ceiling as Blade lets out a yell. Austin, still holding the arm up reaches around and scoops up the legs of Blade and slams him down to the mat with his arm still wrenched up, forcing all of his body weight into it. Again he rolls around, but this time he rolls to the outside onto the floor in front of Tiffany Plan. ]


Scott Slade: Hammerlock Bodyslam courtesy of Austin Arroyo to Blade!


Rich Relando: He is continuing that vicious assault to the left arm and shoulder of Blade!


Holly Hudson: But you have to watch that whore, Tiffany Plan on the outside, you never know what she is up to!


[ Austin then goes over to the referee and starts to distract him. Meanwhile on the floor, Tiffany goes over to Blade, who is still down holding that shoulder, and starts to lay her foot into the back of his head. This however doesn’t sit well with Crizzy who out of nowhere tackles Tiffany to the ground to the delight of the Oshawa crowd. Both Crizzy and Tiffany are clawing and tearing at each other as Crizzy manages to rip off the top that Tiffany is wearing, so she is sitting there in her bra. The fans chant “CATFIGHT!” followed by a “FUCK HER UP CRIZZY, FUCK HER UP” chant. The two babes of ROW roll and claw their way up the ramp and into the backstage area out of site. Meanwhile in the ring, Austin bounces off the ropes and runs towards Blade who is on his feet, but half out of it. Austin then dives through the ropes towards Blade, but he moves out of the way and Austin crashes head first into the security rail causing a loud “HOLY SHIT!” chant from the crowd! ]


Rich Relando: HOLY CRAP!


Scott Slade: Austin Arroyo’s attempted Suicide Dive indeed ended up to be suicidal!


Rich Relando: Did you see the way that his head ricocheted off of the steel barricade? Unbelievable!


[ Blade, with one good arm manages to pull Austin back up to his feet. He then spins around, holding Austin’s arm, and releases it sending Austin hard into the barricade. Just as Austin bounces off, about to fall forward, he is met by two flying boots to the chest, slamming him hard into the steel again! ]


Holly Hudson: Excellent one armed Irish whip into the steel guardrail, followed by a beautiful flying dropkick sending Austin back into the steel for a second time!


[ Blade gets to his feet and tosses Austin into the ring. He rolls in after him and kicks him in the back a couple times. He lifts Austin to his feet, kicks him in the stomach grabs him like he is going to DDT him, spins around and drops to his ass, sending the back of Austin’s head into Blades left shoulder. ]


Rich Relando: Nice spinning, reverse neckbreaker by Blade, shades of Rick Rude there...


Scott Slade: Yes, that move might be better known to wrestling fans as the ‘Rude Awakening’ done by the Ravishing one!


Holly Hudson: But Blade performed that move on his injured shoulder, look at him grasp it as he is trying to ascend the turnbuckles to the top rope...


Rich Relando: He is taking way too much time!


[ Blade, is in fact taking to much time and he finally struggles to the top rope. He looks down at the prone Austin Arroyo who is still out. Blade holds his arms out in the air before he leaps out, somersaults and at the last minute Austin Arroyo moves out of the way and Blade crashes hard onto the canvas and both men are down. ]


Scott Slade: Blade was looking for his trademarked finisher of the Swanton Bomb, but he took too much time getting to the top.


[ Both men are trying to get to their feet and the crowd cheer on both men in appreciation of this wonderful match. Blade somehow makes it to his feet first despite missing the swanton. Austin is in the corner using it to pull himself up, as he slowly turns around, Blade takes off at him, he charges with his head down and plants his shoulder hard into Austin. However, Austin manages to hook up both of Blade’s arms as he still drives forward. Austin leaps up and presses both feet into the turnbuckle before pushing himself off still holding Blade in the double underhook. He swings around and drives Blade’s head into the canvas!!! ]


Scott Slade: JESUS! AUSTIN JUST TURNED BLADE’S SPEAR ATTEMPT INTO A JUMPING, SWINGING, TORNADO DDT!!!!! AUSTIN HAS THE COVER...


1...............


2..............


3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[ NO NO NO! BLADE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP AT 2 AND AUSTIN CAN’T BELIEVE IT! ]


[ Austin the hooks Blade again, this time hoisting him up like he is going for a vertical suplex, but drops down, driving the head of Blade into the canvas beside him.... ]


Holly Hudson: BRAINBUSTERRRRRRRRRR!!


Scott Slade: COVER!!!!


1.................


2................


KICK OUT!


[ The fans roar with approval as Blade manages to kick out again at 2... Austin gets up, pissed as hell and drags Blade over to the corner. He sits on the turnbuckle holding the face of Blade into his armpit, much like the Dragon Sleeper Blade applied earlier... Austin jumps, flips and lands into an ace crusher knocking Blade down again... ]


Rich Relando: THE DIAMOND DUST! THE DIAMOND DUST! THIS HAS TO BE ALL... THE COVER...


1..........................


2..........................


3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Rich Relando: ... NO NO NO


Scott Slade: BLADE GOT HIS F’N FOOT ON THE ROPES!


[ Austin then looks at Blade wondering what the hell it will take to knock the bastard out. He picks him and drags him into the centre of the ring. He locks him into a Dragon Sleeper, but this time he pulls up into a reverse suplex, and drops him down into an ace crusher! He gets the pin again... ]


1.........


2........


KICK OUT!


Scott Slade: UN-FUCKING-BELIEVEABLE, THE CROWD ROARS AS BLADE KICKS OUT AGAIN!


[ Austin now grabs Blade, who can’t even stand, he stands behind him and cinches in a sleeper hold. Not even holding it in longer than 4 seconds, Austin yanks back, holding the sleeper in tact, flings Blade above his head and lets him crash into the mat directly on the back of his head... ]


Scott Slade: SLEEPERHOLD GERMAN SUPLEX!!!! THIS MUST BE IT, COVERRRRRR”


1..............


2..............


3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1


[ Ding, Ding, Ding! ]


Winner: Austin Arroyo
Time: 21:42


Brian Allore: The winner of the match, and still the undisputed, ROW GLOBAL CHAMPION... AUSTIN ARROYO!


[ The fans applaud the excellent match, yet still scream out obscenities at Austin. ]









SUDDENLY









[ Suddenly both Jack Kelly and Beau Dodge come charging down the aisle as Arroyo and Blade lay in the middle of the ring. They slide in the ring as Dodge starts beating down on Blade and Kelly starts beating down on Arroyo. ]


Rich Relando: Oh my!! What's going on now??


Scott Slade: Jack Kelly and Beau Dodge are here!!!


Rich Relando: And they are beating down Blade and Arroyo!!


[ Dodge grabs Blade by the hair and tosses him over the ropes and to the outside where he pummels the European wrestler up the aisleway. Kelly is also putting heavy damage on Austin Arroyo, beating him senseless in the center of the ring. ]


Rich Relando: Blade and Arroyo are exhausted from the match and have nowhere to go!!!


Holly Hudson: Kelly and Dodge are making a point right now.


[ Suddenly, Kris Maiden appears from the back to a huge ovation from the fans. With the Toughman Title in his hands he charges at Beau Dodge who is now in the middle of the entrance-way and slams him in the head, sending him over the railing and onto the ground. The crowd responds with an enormous response as Maiden just simply puts the title back on his shoulder, walking to the back once again. ]


Rich Relando: Kris Maiden just laid out Beau Dodge!!! And I think he was defending Blade!!!


Holly Hudson: Doesn't look like that's the case for Arroyo…


[ Before Hudson can finish saying that, Dylan Fox come charging down the aisle to a chorus of boos as Kelly sees him coming. Jack takes his mind off of Arroyo who is beaten to a pulp in the center of the ring and catches Dylan as soon as he slides in. The two of them stare each other down from a distance for only a second before they charge at each other, exchanging lefts and rights while the crowd cheers on Jack Kelly. ]


Rich Relando: Kelly and Fox exchanging blows!!!


Scott Slade: These men are tearing into each other!!!


[ Kelly lands a haymaker, dazing Dylan Fox. Just as he does, he hooks the cobra clutch and slams Fox into the mat with a suplex just as a load of referees charge the ring, breaking the existing men up. ]


Rich Relando: The Phenomonizer!!!!


Scott Slade: And the referees have pulled Kelly and Fox away from each other.


Rich Relando: Look at the carnage Kelly and Dodge have just done…they are showing the ROW and NFWA that even though Roberts is not the man in charge at the moment, his rules remain!!!


Holly Hudson: Kelly is certainly making his presence known here in ROW.


Scott Slade: I agree with that…but you can be sure Fox and Arroyo will have something to say about this next week.


Rich Relando: That's right…well folks, thanks for watching, for Scott Slade and Holly Hudson, I'm Rich Relando saying good night and see you next week on TNT!


[ Fade to Black. ]