<The NACW logo appears briefly on the screen. Afterwards, a few old NACW clips appear on the screen. Afterwards, a live shot of the crowd is on the screen. The crowd is from the sold-out Norfolk Scope in Norfolk, Virginia. Most of the signs are pro-Justin Russell, since Norfolk is about five miles from Russell's hometown of Hampton, Virginia. We see the set, which includes the entrance. The entrance is two video walls placed near each wither with about a ten-foot wide space between the walls, and in-between is a door, similar to a steel garage door. From there is a fifteen-foot walk down the aisle, where you then get to the ring. The ring is different from other rings. The canvas mat is black, the ropes are white, the turnbuckles are black, and the ringposts are white. From there, you go to the commentator's booth. We have three men at ringside tonight. The first is the NACW mainstay, Steve White. White has shaved off the goatee from a few weeks back, but has remained in comfortable clothing; no suit, just a button-down collar shirt and khaki pants. Next to White is Dan Mazin. Mazin is wearing a gray blazer, with a black t-shirt underneath, and a pair of black trousers. Then, there is the third man, who is new to the broadcast booth. The man is Tony Davis, known to most as the original Jeremy Rhodes. Davis is wearing an NACW t-shirt and a pair of black shorts, which is foot good reason; both of his legs are still in casts. As the usual on a broadcast, White leads off the show>

Steve White: Welcome to the show, ladies and gentlemen! This is the only show that matters on professional wrestling anymore! This is Sunday Night Slam Masters!

Tony Davis: We better hope that Capcom doesn't sue us for copyright infringement.

Dan Mazin: Such big words coming out of a musclehead like you! You've been scanning the newspaper again, haven't you?

Davis: Look, you little skinny...

White: We've got a big show tonight, as we've got eight big contests that only the NACW can show you. We're not wasting time, so let's go to the ring where Eddie Deegan and Jeremy Rhodes are set for their match!

Ross Howard - This next match is a scheduled for one fall...

Ross Howard - [Clumsy by Our Lady Peace starts to play A sign reads ""El Diablo" Eddie Deegan will lose!"] Ladies and Gentlemen, Followed to the ring by Jason Deegan, Introducing "El Diablo" Eddie Deegan.

["El Diablo" Eddie Deegan makes his way to the ring.]

Ross Howard - And his opponent, Coming to the ring at this time, [Thunder Kiss '65 by White Zombie Begins...][the crowd erupts!! The whole place is on their feet]standing 6'6", weighing 211, Lets hear it for "Theee Looobooo" Jeeereeemy Rhooodeees!!!

["The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes runs to the ring.]

[Ding, Ding, Ding]

Dan Mazin - "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes charging at El Diablo.

Tony Davis - El Diablo's with a back body drop, NO Rhodes reverses into a Piledriver!!

Steve White - "El Diablo" Eddie Deegan gets up slowly to his feet. "El Diablo" Eddie Deegan applys a headlock and bulldogs "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes to the ground! Eddie now with a leg drop across the throat of Rhodes! "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes taking an onslaught of punishment! "El Diablo" Eddie Deegan is pounding away at his entire body!

Dan Mazin - "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes is moving back to his feet The Lobo picks him up in a firemans carry, and drops him right on his face!

Tony Davis - That could have been the end of "El Diablo" Eddie Deegan! Deegan is stumbling.

Steve White - "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes out of no where with a corkscrew elbow drop! El Diablo is rolling in pain!

Pinning combination by "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes ...1 ...2 ...

No.... El Diablo grabs onto the ropes! We almost had a pin there! This match is great!! Wouldn't you way so Dan Mazin?

Dan Mazin - No, Rhodes is worthless, I hope Deegan beats his brains in.

Tony Davis - "El Diablo" Eddie Deegan lunging toward "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes and knocking off his feet!! Desperation maneuver by "El Diablo" Eddie Deegan!!

Steve White - Well El Diablo just executed a beautiful neck breaker so I'm gonna have to say Deegan.

Dan Mazin - Jeremy stays down. Deegan measuring him up elbow smash off the top!

Tony Davis - El Diablo is spending quite a bit of time measuring him up. Deegan off the top...and Jeremy hits him with a huge boot to the face sending El Diablo off his feet!

Steve White - Rhodes gets back to his feet and begins to stomp away on Eddie Deegan. What an awesome match!!!!

Dan Mazin - Jeremy attempts a Boston crab ... all he has to do is turn him over.

Tony Davis - He may have him with that.. NOOO!! "El Diablo" Eddie Deegan got out of that at the last second! The Lobo comes down across the back of "El Diablo" Rhodes goes up top. Sets up for a moonsault...

Steve White - Deegan rolls out of the way just in time. Jeremy slowy gets up and turns around into a german uppercut! Deegan with a snapmare take down! Rhodes needs to get something going here.

Dan Mazin - Rhodes hops back to his feet. El Diablo sends Jeremy off the ropes. The Lobo with a diving forearm sends El Diablo to the mat!! Leg drop across the throat of "El Diablo" Eddie Deegan! Rhodes dives on top of Eddie and is unloading about a half a million punches to Deegan's head.

Tony Davis - That could cave in his pretty face!!

Steve White - Rhodes gets off and pulls El Diablo to his feet. And a low blow by Deegan!!! Rhodes goes down like a sack of potatoes. El Diablo now goes to work on the arm of Jeremy Rhodes! Deegan applies a painkiller to Rhodes!

Dan Mazin - Yeah, break his stinkin' arm.

Tony Davis - "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes is moving to the ropes. He got to them just in time.

Steve White - Deegan turns and begins to shout in the face of referee Steve Deo. Rhodes gets back to his feet. He walks up behind El Diablo and taps him on the shoulder....

Tony Davis- Kick to the gut. He's sets Deegan up for what looks like an Ace Crusher. Rhodes runs up the turnbuckle and BAM. LOBO SNAP, LOBO SNAP!!!

Dan Mazin- NO!!!!

Steve White- The cover, the count. 1..2..3!!!! Rhodes is victorious tonight

and Jason Deegan can't believe it.

Dan Mazin- C'mon ref. Rhodes cheated!!! He should have been disqualified!!!

Tony Davis- Quit your cryin' before you short out the headsets.

Ross Howard - Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner... "Theee Looobooo"

Jeeereeemy Rhooodeees

<Big old commercial break>

White: Well, that was a fine match between Eddie Deegan and Jeremy Rhodes, but Rhodes pulled it out in the end.

Davis: Hey, I don't like that jerkoff using *my* name.

Mazin: Too bad, Tony. You're out and he's in. So, what's our next match?

White: That would be Insane Wayne vs. Dark Shadow...

<The opening parts to "The Ballad of Resurrection Joe and Rosa Whore" by Rob Zombie begins to filter through the loudspeakers, causing a loud pop>

Mazin: Wait a second...that's not Wayne's music! My format say's he's coming out next!

White: I think the fans know who's coming out...

<The doors open, and out comes a small man. He is dressed in street clothes, which is a black t-shirt and blue jeans. His long wheat blond hair is in a ponytail, and his goatee has finally grown in...it's "Superbeast" Billy Classon! The crowd starts joining in Rob Zombie just when the song gets really good (at the chorus)>

Crowd <singing>: I say Hell is love...

You say I must suffer...

SHE'S A MOTHERFUCKER!

RE...SURR..ECT ME!

<Classon leaps over the top rope to get into the ring, and he grabs the microphone. He then begins speaking...>

"Superbeast" Billy Classon: Hey, cut it! Cut the damn music!

<The man in the truck does so>

Classon: Man, oh man, how good it feels to be back in a professional wrestling ring! Shit, the last time I was in a ring, I was having to carry my piece of crap brother against two German schmucks who have arms bigger than my head. Well, when I thought about it on my time back, I realized something...maybe, just maybe, tag teams aren't got me.

So, you wanna know what I did? I sat back on my ass for about three months, watching the tube, and I watched a lot of my good old buddy, Justin Russell. Yeah, Justin, don't think I wasn't watching you back home. Anyways, I find myself watching Justin Russell palling around with morons like Chameleon, or Ax Napalm, or Dream, and all these other schmucks. It makes me sick. It made me think back to when Justin and I used to shred these riungs night after night, taking out all opponents that bother to step in our path. It was funny and sad in a way.

So, I realized something. Justin's scared to have me in the same ring with him anymore, because the last time that happened, I nearly shattered his fucking skull with a kick because he pissed me off. Now I know it...

I'm Justin Russell's worst nightmare.

It's going to be a cold day in hell before I get my hands on Russell in the ring, so, I'll do the next best thing. There's a forty-man Royal Rumble coming up on January 30 that will determine the first World Champion in over eight months, isn't there? And from what I've heard, anyone who wants #1 and #2 can volunteer for them, and Justin's already taken #1. Well, ladies and gents...

I'm taking #2.

That's right...I'm going to go into that battle royal on January 30 and I'm going to kick the shit out of the man who said he was my best friend so long ago. The era of the "Big Dog" is over here in the NACW...the era of the "Superbeast" is going to be ushered in! Just hope you're ready for it. Now...hit my music!

<"The Ballad of Resurrection Joe and Rosa Whore" plays again, and Classon *still* gets an insane pop. He then exits>

White: I don't believe what I just saw! Billy Classon has just declared himself "Justin Russell's worst nightmare," and that he will be #2 in the Royal Runble for the World title at Bad and Nationwide, the first NACW pay-per-view in God knows how long, and that Russell will enter at #1!

Davis: Is Classon suicidal? He's 5'8", 169 pounds, and he's challenging someone who could use him as a toothpick? That's not smart!

Mazin: Yeah, it's smart, Davis, if you realize just what the hell you are talking about! Classon's quicker than Russell could ever be, and he's got three black belts in three different disciplines! He'll wipe the mat with Russell!

Davis: We'll see...

White: Meanwhile, we're going back to our format, and it's Insane Wayne versus Dark Shadow!

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Your referee is NACW Senior Referee Mikey Johnson.

<"12" by the Insane Clown Posse begins to play>

Mazin: Fuckin' WWF rejects..

Davis: What the hell are you muttering about noiw?

Mazin: The Insane Clown Posse. I can't believe that Insane Wayne still likes that shit...

Davis: Get over it...

Announcer: Introducing first, he is accompanied to the ring by the Little DOll and weighs in at 285 pounds. Here is...Insane Wayne!

<Wayne slowly walks down to the ring, muttering things to his doll. The fans then start chanting..."DOLL...DOLL...DOLL!" Then, on the other side, the fans start chanting, "WAYNE...WAYNE...WAYNE!" Soon, it just becomes a mix of "DOLL...WAYNE...DOLL...WAYNE!" Strange fans. Wayne raises the Doll high in the air and the fans nearly blow the roof off of the place>

Mazin <trying to talk to Wayne>: Hey, moron! It's a doll! Made from plastic! The damn thing can't talk back!

<Wayne's music stops, and then "Zero" by the Smashing Pumpkins begins to play>

Announcer: And his opponent, he weighs in at 330 pounds...Dark Shadow!

<Dark Shadow walks out of the doors to a loud series of boos. A fan manages to get his attention with a sign that says, "Hey, Mizark, don't type your applicatin in all caps next time, you f---ing moron!" Shadow then gets to the ring apron, where his music cuts, and he is promptly nailed with a baseball slide by Wayne>

Davis: Great. Don't even bother to ring the bell...both of these guys have to get into the ring before the match can start. Some wrestling match, huh? We're gonna brawl in the aisle!

Mazin: Quiet, cripple. I like this sort of stuff.

Davis: Steve, you always put up with this?

White: Yeah. It's part of the job. Wayne and Shadow are brawling on the outside, and believe this or not, Wayne brought the Little Doll to the outside with him! Wayne is smacking Shadow with the Doll!

Davis: I'm ashamed to have ever been part of this...

Mazin: Wayne putting...putting the Doll down the crotch of his pants! Wayne now whips Shadow into the guardrail and then takes him over with a tremendous clothesline that woudl rattle your teeth! The fans are running for their lives!

Davis: Wayne's got a fan's chair...

<WHACK!>

Davis: And he plasters Shadow upside the head with it! Wayne looks to have Shadow reeling now, and these two are working their way back to the ring through the crowd. Wayne still has the chair and he nails Shadow again with it!

White: They are at the ringside barrier now, and Wayne takes the Doll out of his pants...gets a running start...but Shadow grabs the knees and sends him flying with a back body drop over the guardrail that sneds Wayne smacking the concrete floor!

Mazin: Shadow coming over the guardrail now with a chair of his own, and Shadow winds back, waiting for Wayne to get up...

<WHACK!>

Mazin: Shadow has just laid out Wayne! Shadow now trying to get Wayne up, and Mikey Johnson is still in the ring, because the match hasn't started officially. Both men have to be in the ring in order for a match to start!!

White: Shadow managing to roll Wayne into the ring, and he follows suit.

<The bell now rings to officially start the match>

White: And we're underway! Shadow runs of the ropes and nails a sliding elbow drop, which leads to a cover...

Mikey Johnson: One...two...

Davis: And Wayne gets the foot onto the bottom rope. Easy way to get out of a move, and it doesn't really take too much energy.

Mazin: Yeah, but it must take a lot of energy for you. After all, both of your legs are in casts.

Davis: Mazin, when I get off these...

White <cutting him off>: Shadow setting Wayne up for a short clothesline, but Wayne ducks underneath and spins straight to a clothesline of his own that turns Shadow nearly inside out!

Mazin: Shadow down on the mat and Wayne is stomping on the left arm of Shadow. Wayne now picking him up. He's twisting the arm, and leaps...and takes him down into a cross arm breaker!

White: Wayne showing some agility.

Davis: Shadow was too close to the ropes there, and we've got a forced break. Wayne trying to set up some sort of offense here, using several elbowsmashes onto the shoulder blade.

White: Things are looking up for Wayne, who is probably setting up for his Str8 Jakit. Wayne now off the ropes, looking for an elbow to the shoulder probably, and he drops the elbow in a Bret Hart manner...

Mazin: But Shadow gets his free arm up and nails a chyna hammer on Wayne! Now Wayne knows what Owen Hart felt like at WrestleMania XIV!

Davis: Too bad the referee didn't see that one, or Johnson would have called for the DQ.

Mazin: Yeah, but he didn't, so it's going to stand!

White: Shadow need to take advantage quickly, because Wayne will bounce back just as quickly as he gets knocked down.

Mazin: Shadow lifts him up and has him in a backbreaker. Shadow has Wayne now, and he's working on the lower back, holding Wayne up.

Davis: Shadow now looking at one of the turnbuckles...and he charges right at it with Wayne still in the backbreaker! Those two collided into the turnbuckle...but wait...I think Shadow's forehead may have struck the ringpost. Wayne's back his the top turnbuckle, but I think Shadow let go too early and smacked his own head onto the ringpost.

White: I think you are right, Tony, because blodd looks to be comes down those white ringposts...yes, that's blood! Blood is staining our ringpost! Remember, our ring is different...out mat is black (the logo in the middle is white), our ropes are white, the turnbuckles are black, and the ringposts are white. Simple, isn't it?

Mazin: Wayne pulling Shadow by his trunks off of the ringpost, down onto his back. I think Shadow may have been knocked out.

Davis: Wayne doesn't know what to do...

Mazin: Here's a hint...PIN HIM!

White: Wayne rolls Shadow over on his back...and applies the Str8 Jakit! That's going to be it, because I think Shadow's out cold!

Davis: No kidding, Steve! Look at Shadow's face! It's a mask of blood!

White: Johnson is checking with Shadow...he's not even going to check the arm, Shadow's out. He's calling for the bell...this one's over.

<The bell rings>

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. Referee Mikey Johnson has ruled that Dark Shadow can no longer continue this match, and he is awarding the bout to Insane Wayne!

White: The crowd loves this decision, and Wayne lets go of the hold, but I think Dark Shadow is in serious trouble here.

Mazin: Johnson is checking on Shadow...he's calling out for the Emergency Medical Technicians. This is serious, folks. Shadow may be seriosuly hurt.

Davis: He let go of that backbreaker too early, probably because he didn't want to smash his hands against the buckle, but because of that, he sent himself flying because of the momentum into that ringpost. We're talking at least a concussion...could be a serious concoussion. Maybe even a skull fracture.

White: The EMT's are here, and they are attending to Dark Shadow. They are trying to get him onto a stretcher, and Dark Shadow still has not regained consciousness.

Davis: His legs aren't moving, and he's not convulsing. This doesn't look good, not one bit.

Mazin: Man, oh man.

White: Let's take a commercial break.

<Learn your ass some commercials...>

White: Man, this following match looks really good, doesn't it?

Davis: If you say so, Steve.

Mazin: Well, Antonio Castillo and Shaun McWhirter are going to get into that ring and kick the crap out of each other! This could be a main event on any card, but tonight, it's a mid-card match!

White: Let's go up to the announcer to get this thing started.

<"Behold! The Nightmare" by the Smashing Pumpkins begins to play>

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit, and your referee is Brian "Bryan Storm" Stevens. Introducing first, he weighs in at 259 pounds. Here is the one and only "Rock" of professional wrestling...Antonio "The Rock" Castillo!

<The door opens up on the entrance, and Castillo comes walking out to a mixed reaction, with his usual cocky look on his face. He ignores the fans for themost part, but he takes the time out to personally slap one that threw some beer onto him. He slides underneath the bottom rope and stands center ring. Then, "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath begins to play, and the fans begins booing loudly>

Announcer: And his opponent, he weighs in at 267 pounds. Here is "The Scottish Monster"...Shaun McWhirter!

<The door opens again, and McWhirter charges out, promptly tackling Castillo and beginning the match. The bell rings, the music cuts, and the announcer runs for his life>

White: McWhirter is wasting no time in going right for his opponent! McWhirter blindesides Castillo and these two are brawling!

Mazin: Castillo getting the advantage with a few hard rights, and is now back on his feet. Castillo runs off the ropes, but McWhirter turns over to his stomach, Castillo leaps over him, McWhirter is back up and tries a leapfrog, but Castillo catches him and drops him throat-first onto the ropes!

Davis: Castillo now catches McWhirter with a clothesline as soon as McWhirter turns around. McWhirter is now on the canvas, gasping for air. He looks like he's in trouble already.

White: Castillo bringing him to the ropes and is choking him right there on the middle rope! Brian Stevens is telling him to break the hold, and Castillo does so, but goes right back onto the hold. Now Castillo is done, and he's off the ropes and looks like he's going to sandwich McWhirter!

Davis: Castillo is going for a sitdown splash across McWhirter's back while McWhirter is on those ropes, but McWhirtermoves and Castillo springs off the ropes, landing on the back of his head!

Mazin: McWhirter awaiting Castillo now...Castillo's up, and McWhirter charges at him with an elbow! McWhirter nails it! Castillo falls into the corner, which leads to McWhirter putting the boots to Castillo across the gut.

White: McWhirter pulls Castillo out by the hair to about center ring...facebuster! Facebuster! McWhirter covers...

Brian Stevens: One...two...th...

White: And Castillo's left shoulder pops right out of there. It's going to take more than that to finish off Castillo.

Davis <talking to himself as he tries to get a soda from the cooler ringside>: Shit...all they've got is Jolt for Dan and Diet Coke for Steve. Where the hell's my Dr. Pepper?

<Mazin belches>

Mazin: Don't know, Tony, honestly, I don't.

Davis: Great. Now you are drinking my soda. If anyone's listening in the back, please bring me a Dr. Pepper! Until I get my Dr. Pepper, I'm not commentating.

Mazin: You can be such a pain in the ass, Tony.

<Davis ignores him>

White: It's like stone. Anyway, McWhirter deployed a chinlock during that hissy fit, but Castillo has since gotten out of it, and now Castillo slams him down! Castillo off the ropes now, dropping an elbow right onto the chest. Castillo gets McWhirter up by the hair and lifts him up...vertical suplex! McWhirter is down, and Castillo with a lackadaisical cover...

Stevens: One...tw...

Mazin: Not even a two-count there, because Castillo had a lazy cover.

White: Maybe Castillo didn't want to end it.

Mazin: Maybe somebody will bring Tony his fucking Dr. Pepper so he'll say something instead of sitting here like a sphinx.

White: Castillo has McWhirter up again, and he nails him with an atomic drop. Castillo now applying a spinning toe hold, but McWhirter reverses it into a small package!

Stevens: One...two...

Mazin: And Castillo kicks out, just as Ross Howard is bringing down a one-litre bottle of Dr. Pepper for Tony.

<Ross Howard comes down the aise and brings Davis' Dr. Pepper to him. Davis quickly opens up the bottle and drinks about eight ounces before closing it again>

Davis: Thank you, Ross. I didn't know you got kicked down to messenger, though!

<Howard elaves>

White: For those watching for the first time, Ross Howard is our backstage man. Whenever news breaks backstage, Ross is there to fix it.

Davis: Castillo is up again, and is now in control of the match once again. Castillo looks at McWhirter, who is struggling to get up, and Castillo delivers a boot right into McWhirter's side, which really causes McWhirter some pain!

Mazin: And the field goal is good!

White: Castillo scoops McWhirter up and is walking around the ring with him, but McWhirter james his thumb straight into Castillo's eye! Castillo drops McWhirter and falls to his knees, covering his left eye!

Mazin: McWhirter is kicking at Castillo's head, and is getting very successful at kicking Castillo on the right side of his face.

Davis: McWhirter picks Castillo up, and drops him across the knee with a gutbuster!

White: McWhirter off the ropes and nails a big splash. Mcwhirter rolls him over, and Stevens is in with the count!

Stevens: One...two...th...

Announcer: Five minutes remain in this match!

White: Kickout by Castillo, and these two need to speed it up or else they are going to go to a draw!

Davis: Let me tell you seomthing, Steve. You usually don't hear time limit calls in the ring, because the fans are so damn noisy. Besides, you are trying to work on your opponent. You can't keep a stray ear on the timekeeper. You just ask the ref what the time is.

Mazin: McWhirter whips him off, Castillo ducks a clothesline...Castillo with a boot to the gut...Big Hit! Big Hit! Big Hit!

White: Castillo nails the Big Hit, which is a stunner, but he can't seem to cover! Both men are down!

Davis: Castillo crawling over...and he throws an arm over McWhirter's chest!

Stevens: One...two...thr...

White: And McWhirter gets a shoulder up! How did he kick out of the Big Hit?

Davis: There's about two minutes left in this bout...

Mazin: And Castillo seems to know it, because he nails a headbutt! Castillo is now signalling...DIRT NAP!

White: Castillo has applied the Dirt Nap, which is a modified Million Dollar Dream! Castillo has that move cinched on tight!

Davis: McWhirter is fading, but he's still in this match!

Mazin: Stevens is checking McWhirter...

White: The arm goes down once!

Davis: The arm goes down twice!

Mazin: Stevens lifts the arm again, and if it goes down a third time, this match is over!

DING DING DING!

Mazin: The bell rings, but before Stevens can drop the arm!

White: The arm went down a third time, but the bell rang because it came down! Stevens couldn't release the arm before the bell rang!

Davis: What the hell is going on?

White: The announcer is getting on the P.A....

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the 20-minute time limit did expire before Brian Stevens could release Shaun McWhirter's arm. Therefore, this match is a time-limit draw.

<A chant of "BULLSHIT" is starting in the crowd>

White: I don't believe this. Antonio Castillo should have won that match!

White: You know, I think Castillo got screwed there. He should have won that match.

Mazin: Too bad, Steve. The referee couldn't beat the end of the match.

Davis: Well, our next match should be good. It's Ian Bradley vs. Shawn Walsh.

Steve White: "And right now, newcomer to the NACW Shawn Walsh will debut against NACW veteran, Ian Bradley. 'The Bomb' is a former champion here, but Walsh is a world wide superstar."

Mazin: "Walsh sucks, and you know it."

Davis: "Walsh is one of the most talented superstars around, and you know it."

Mazin: "Bradley will wipe the floor with him!"

White: "OK! Walsh has already made his way to the ring, and now, here comes 'The Bomb' Ian Bradley."

["Smells Like Teen Spirit" begins to play over the sound system.]

[The fans begin to massively pop, as Rebecca Bradley makes her way through the curtain, followed by Ian Bradley himself. Ian's in his black singlet, covered over the back by his jacket reading "The Bomb" on the back. Ian makes his way down the aisle, in a Yankee cap and black boots, slapping some fans hands on the way down. He makes it to the ring, hops in, and Rebecca heads into the corner.]

White: "And our Senior Referee Mikey Johnson will be officiating this one."

Davis: "Now in this match, Bradley is bigger, stronger, and he's just a monster fighter. Walsh is an aerial artists, and one of the best damn purist wrestlers around."

Mazin: "In this case, Bigger *IS* better."

White: "We'll see. Collar and Elbow tie up, and Walsh nails an arm drag on Bradley."

Mazin: "Lucky move, both men are standing again, collar and elbow, and Bradley tosses Walsh away like a little bitch! Ha!"

Davis: "Clever language, there, Danny..."

Mazin: "Did I ask you to speak?"

Davis: "I'll speak whenever I feel I..."

White: "WALSH COMES BACK WITH A RANA! Now he hops on Bradley's chest, and opens with rights and lefts!"

Davis: "Now Walsh lifts Bradley, hits the far side ropes, ASAI MOONSAULT!"

Mazin: "What the hell happened?"

White: "You were so busy arguing that Walsh came up with some offense and you missed it."

Mazin: "Oh. Yeah."

Davis: "Now, Walsh lifts Bradley again, tosses him to the ropes, leapfrog attempt, CAUGHT!"

Mazin: "Here we go! Bradley has him up, MASSIVE SPINEBUSTER!"

White: "And that will hurt a high flyer. Bradley hits the ropes, knee drop the heart! He's trying to systematically take out this man!"

Mazin: "Bradley now on the 2nd ropes, elbow attempts, NO! Walsh rolled away!"

Davis: "And both men quickly to their feet, Bradley comes in with a clothesline, MISSED! Walsh scampers up his back, takes him over, CRUCIFIX!

1...

2...

BRADLEY'S OUT!"

White: "Good move by Walsh, but Bradley's angry! Both men vertical, Bradley with right, blocked! A left, block! And Walsh nails a dropkick!"

Davis: "Bradley comes back, and 'Da Greatest Ever dropkicks him again! Bradley sent into the ropes!"

Mazin: "What the hell is the little man doing? He hits the ropes, comes back, FLYING FOREARMS BOTH OF THEM OVER THE TOP!"

White: "Holy crap."

Davis: "Yeah."

Mazin: "Whatever."

White: "Both men are up, and Walsh tosses Bradley into the steal! Walsh walks in, lifts Bradley, and CLOTHESLINE HIM WITH THE RAILING!"

Davis: "That'll cut your windpipe from giving any air!"

Mazin: "No crap. Now, Walsh climbs back in the ring, and jumps onto the top rope, CORKSCREW PLANCHA ATTEMPT, MISSED!"

White: "I.. I think he's hurt. He really, really missed."

Mazin: "Head bounced off the railing."

Davis: "And Bradley slides back into the ring, to let the count keep occuring..."

White: "Walsh is up, but he's busted open on his head."

Mazin: "And now he slides back into the ring, and catches the boots of Bradley all over his back! Ha!"

White: "That one move could have cost this kid the match. That was a massive miss..."

Davis: "Bradley continues the punishment, standing head scissors position, lifts Walsh, PILEDRIVER! PILEDRIVER!"

White: "Lateral press, leg hooked...

1...

2...

Thr- What the hell? Walsh is OUT!"

Mazin: "Yeah, what the hell?"

White: "Bradley lifts him, tosses him to the ropes, tilt-o-whirl, TURNED INTO A HEAD SCISSORS TAKE OVER BY WALSH!"

Davis: "I think he wanted a spinning backbreaker, and Walsh had other ideas."

Mazin: "Damn, man, what a move right there. I didn't think he had anything left."

White: "He's not a major talent acquisitian for nothing."

Davis: "Both men are up at the ref's 6 count, and Walsh slides in with a drop toe hold, float over to a side headlock!"

White: "Bradley is staggering to his feet, he's up, lifts Walsh in a belly to back position, Walsh flips behind him, jumps, BULLDOG!"

Davis: "An amazing set there by Walsh, who hits the ropes, quick leg drop to the back of Bradley's head!"

Mazin: "Walsh is coming back hard, hops on Bradley's back, and wrenches over the neck and back in a camel clutch!"

Davis: "Damn! That'll pop blood vessels and make you go motionless! Look at Bradley's face! He's screaming like he's getting beaten with a belt!"

Mazin: "And his arm is outstretched, trying to get the ropes, but he's not near them! Dammit, man, stretch!"

White: "His fingertips are right there, but he just can't reach them!"

Mazin: "Keep pulling, keep pulling.... HE GOT THEM!"

Davis: "Walsh releases, and in frustration, kicks Bradley in the back of the head! He climbs to the top, frog splash, Nailed it! Cover!

1...

2..

FOOT ON THE ROPES!"

White: "He never even moved Bradley out..."

Mazin: "Now Walsh wraps the arm, Bradley on his hands and knees... LA

MAGISTRAL CRADEL!

1...

2...

NO!"

Davis: "This is obvious frustration, now... he grabs the legs of Bradley, flips through, bridge,

1...

2..

NO!"

White: "He's trying every pinning predicament he knows!"

Mazin: "Now Walsh lifts Bradley, sits him the corner, heads to the otherside..."

Davis: "DA GREATEST EVER KICK! And it sends Bradley right over the top! Walsh climbs to the top, SOMERSAULT SENTON! NAILED IT!"

White: "Walsh now stands, runs to the railing, hops on top, ASAI MOONSAULT!"

Davis: "He's nailing all these high risk moves, though, and I don't know if he'll much more luck."

Mazin: "He lifts Bradley now, tosses him into the ring, and stands, waiting for Bradley to stand... Bradley on a knee, checks his jaw, stands, turns... springboard by Walsh, dropkick attempt, SWATTED AWAY!"

White: "And Bradley falls to a knee!"

Davis: "And stands right back up! He lifts Walsh, sets him for a running powerslam, runs, Walsh slides down his back, and Bradley stumbles face first into the corner! Walsh follows up, with an avalanche!"

Mazin: "A little to no effect avalanche."

White: "Walsh tries to whip Bradley out of the corner, but Bradley will have none of it! Walsh tries again, but Bradley doesn't budge!"

Mazin: "That was a funny little look he gave Walsh... HE JUST POPPED WALSH IN THE MOUTH!"

Davis: "What a right hand..."

Mazin: "You better believe it..."

White: "And now Bradley lifts Walsh, side headlock, floats behind him, FULL NELSON!"

Davis: "He's shoving Walsh's face right down, slides his leg in front of Walsh, INVERTED FULL NELSON LEG SWEEP! FACE FIRST INTO THE THE MAT GOES WALSH!"

Mazin: "Now Bradley grabs the leg of Walsh, half crap! And with the other hand, he's shoving his knuckles into Walsh's back! Excruciating!"

White: "Bradley releases after a few seconds, and now lifts Walsh, grabs his head, spins him backward, back to back, HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER!"

Davis: "And now he'll jaw with Rebecca..."

White: "He may have had this match, too."

Mazin: "It's still good, it's still good."

White: "Walsh is on a knee, as Bradley turns around, DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN! Walsh now applies a spinning toe hold to the left leg!"

Davis: "He lifts a stunned Bradley, hops on his shoulders, VICTORY ROLL!

1..

2..

Three!"

White: "TWO! Only a two."

Mazin: "Ok, I'm getting bored."

Davis: "You would be."

White: "This may be Walsh's last chance, he has to make it good... STANDING DROPKICK! He hits the ropes, Senton splash!"

Davis: "Now he heads to the apron, springboards, legdrop! Cover!

1....

2...

NO!"

Davis: "And he lifts Bradley again, powerbomb attempt, No! He tries to lift him again, Bradley goes up, but falls onto his feet! He knees Walsh in the gut, and drops him in a HUGE DDT!"

White: "I smell the beginning of the end now... Bradley lifts him, puts him in the corner, and THERE'S A BARRAGE OF LEFTS AND RIGHTS!"

Mazin: "He runs to the farside, comes back, AVALANCHE!"

White: "Walsh falls into his arms, tosses his arm over his shoulder, Vertical suplex attempt... Up and DOWN!"

Davis: "Ok, it's academic from here. Bradley lifts him again, puts him on the top rope, climbs up with him, WALSH GUT PUNCHES HIM! GRABS HIS HEAD, TORNADO DDT!!! DDT! DDT!"

White: "But he doesn't have it in him to cover!"

Mazin: "Both men are down! Neither wants to get up!"

Mikey Johnson: "1!!

2...

3...

4...

(Bradley on a knee)

5...

6...

(Walsh grabs the ropes.)

Davis: "And Bradley is up, Walsh springs up, and they're duking it out! That's something I don't think Walsh can win!"

Mazin: "No, he can't."

White: "And Bradley lays him out with a haymaker!"

Mazin: "This is it! Bradley stands Walsh up, lifts him in his arms, spins, POWERSLAM!"

Davis: "But there's no cover..."

Mazin: "He's giving the sign for his Bronx Delivery! The Ace Crusher of the top!"

White: "He lifts Walsh, places him on the top rope, Bradley follows, wraps his head, points outward, and dives!"

[Walsh's jaw and head bob up and down on contact with the mat, almost as if he has whiplash.]

Mazin: "And it's a simple count from here."

Mikey Johnson: "1...

2...

Three!"

White: "And your winner, via the Bronx Delivery, Ian Bradley."

<Commercial>

Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman, the next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Kenny Smith and Johnny Douglas, weighing in at 280 pounds, HARBRINGER!!!

[ Turniquet by Marilyn Manson comes on over the Sound system and Harbringer comes out to a mixed reaction. He walks to the ring with a very focused look on his face. ]

Davis: He sure looks focused.

Mazin: No, he probably has a date after the match and he probably wants to get the match over with.

Davis: Do you always have an answer?

White: OK guys lets get back down to the ring.

Announcer: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by GtB, weighing in at 325 pounds, DEATH MASTER!!!

[ The crowd is quiet as the lights go out and the "Death March" begins to play. The ramp fills up with smoke and lasers are shooting all over the arena. The fans just stare in awe as Death Master steps out and walks slowly towards the ring. ]

White: OK we are all set for action here. Harbringer with a quick attack on Death Master.

Mazin: You see he has a date.

Davis: Shut up will you.

White: He has Death Master rocking back and he goes for a right. NO!! Death Master blocks it and he sends Harbringer down with a vicious right hand.

Davis: That was a smart move by Harbringer. He goes to the outside and he is going to regroup with Kenny Smith.

Mazin: If he was really smart he would be looking for a way to cheat.

Davis: Only you would say something like that.

White: He gets back into the ring. They are sizing each other up. A tieup and OH! the big man sent Harbringer into the corner. Harbringer back at him and he is met by a vicious clothesline. Death Master has him up and a huge bodyslam. Off the ropes and and elbow by the big man.

Davis: He is keeping on him not giving him any room to breath.

White: He is pulling Harbringer up by the hair and senior official Mikey Johnson is warning Death Master.

Mazin: Johnson better watch out or he might meet the Truth.

White: Death Master has Harbringer up... But a low blow by Harbringer.

Mazin: Smart move. That is exactly what I would have done.

Davis: That goes to show you that you are a coward.

White: Both men are down and Mikey Johnson is putting on the 10 count. Death Master is getting back to his feet and he is the first one up. He sends Harbringer off the ropes and a huge powerslam and a cover.

1....

2....

KICKOUT!!

Davis: I do not know where Harbringer is getting that from. He is getting toyed around with here.

White: Death Master sends him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Harbringer ducks. Harbringer connects with a spinning heel kick. He has Death Master staggering. Off the ropes and a Cross Body Press... NO!!

Davis: Good counter by Death Master to catch Harbringer off the ropes. That is a pretty big man to catch.

Mazin: Not as big as you. What have you been eating lately?

Davis: You should be concentrating on the match.

White: Anyways, he sends him down with a backbreaker. A cover...

1...

2...

3. NO!!

Davis: Man that was a close one.

Mazin: You think?

White: GtB is muttering something...

Davis: He is telling him to finish him.

White: Whatever it was Death Master is on Harbringer quick and he is bringing him to the corner. Could it be?

Davis: I think...

Mazin: No way he won't do it.

White: There it is The Truth.

Davis: Wait Kenny Smith getting into the ring but here comes GtB OH!!! and he nailed Smith with the Staff of Destruction. Death Master for the pin.

1...

2...

3!!!

White: It's over, It's over. Harbringer and Smith are knocked out in the ring and Douglas is trying to get them out of the ring.

Davis: Wait what's this?

Mazin: I think Douglas will be going for a ride.

White: Wow! A two handed choke slam from Death Master knocks Douglas out. Death Master has cleaned house. This is definately not a man I would like to mess with.

Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman, your winner, DEATH MASTER!!!

Steve White: Well, let's get this next one going! This should be a match between two very well known competitors. Although Kenny Smith may suffer from some massive ring rust considering he has not been in the ring since he wrestled in a small federation based mainly in NYC, UWE.

Dan Mazin-Say one more abbreviation and you'll end up feeling the way Smith did when he got his neck broken by Venom in that famous match.

Tony Davis-You kidding me? Any match with that faker sucked and you no it!!! So stop talking about that bum and do your job right!!!

SW: Guys, knock it off! Don't make me separate you two!!

Tony and Mazin-GO AHEAD AND TRY!!!!

SW: OK, I'll shut up now as we take it down to the famous "Nameless Ring Guy"

Nameless Ring Guy: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, He weighs in at 6'7", 275 lbs. and is led to the ring by "Hellspawn" Johnny Douglas, here is....."WAR GOD" KENNY SMITH!!!!

(("Sweet Dreams" by Marilyn Manson stars up as Kenny Smith followed by Johnny Douglas come to the ring. They are both wearing a dark blue motorcross mask and leather pants. Johnny Douglas is wearing the same, only the pants are red and he has on a leather jacket. As they come to the ring though, Ian Levenstein stops them and makes Johnny Douglas go to the back as the crowd gives mild cheers.))

NRA: And his opponent, he is the master of disguise and enjoys wearing women's clothing. Now, he is simply the XCA Intercontinental Champion but this is NACW, weighing in at 6'1", 205 lbs., here is......CHAMELEON!!!!

(("Sunny Day" by Leah Andreone starts up as Chameleon comes out to a huge ovation by the crowd. He has pink hair and is wearing a pair of pink rubber pants. He leaps over the top rope))

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

SW: Well, Steve Deo has started this match and Smith and Chameleon lock up. Smith now with an elbow right to the mid section, and another, another, and Chameleon comes back with some of his own!! Man, this one should really be a slug fest.

DM: If only Smith belonged to Heavensgate...

SW: will you knock it off? Chameleon now kicks him in the gut....STUNNER!!! Cover by Chameleon....ONE!!!......TWO!!!.....KICKOUT and Smith just throws him off! Smith has the weight advantage here and he is sure showing it. Now Smith picks him up...going for a running

powerslam...his shoulder gave in and he drops him!!

TD: It looks like that shoulder still hasn't heeled from that Staff of Destruction by GtB after he interfered in Death Master's match last week Steve because now Chameleon is back up with Smith and he executes a dropkick with the force onto the shoulder and Smith is down in agony!!!

Chameleon now picks him back up...is he? He is!!! Shoulder breaker!!! Smith now is trying to shake it off but can't as Chameleon is going for another dropkick...he caught him and just throws him down!!! Smith now is going to the outside to recuperate, a very smart move by Smith.

Smith now just walking the outside...Chameleon's aback up...FLYING CROSS BODY!!! Chameleon's high flyer skills are really showing here tonight!! They're good, but they sure aren't anything compared to a Eddie Deegan or Ray Garcia.

DM: Well, you sure know how to pick the weenies, now dont'cha? Those two are almost as bad as meat Cutter and Smoke!!

TD: Oh, so that's why they're both ex-Cruiserweight champions and Eddie was named to the RSPWF Top 200, huh?

SW: As these two dished out, Chameleon just rammed Smith's shoulder into the guard rail but then Smith reversed a lariat and is now back in control. Smith going for a Tombstone Piledriver on the floor....AGAIN HIS SHOULDER GAVE AND IT'S REVERSED....TOMBSTONE BY CHAMELEON!!! Chameleon now throws him back inside and heads for the top rope!! He's going for a Shooting Star Press and Smith seems to be unconscious!!! He goes up....SMITH WAS PLAYING POSSUM!!! SMITH MOVED AND CHAMELEON HIT NOTHING BUT RINGMAT!!! SMITH NOW IS GOING FOR A FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX...HE CONNECTS!!! ONE!!!!.....TWO!!!!....THR..KICKOUT!!! SMITH NOW GOING FOR A GORILLA PRESS SLAM...COULD BE BLACK LIGHTNING......HE GAVE ONCE AGAIN!!!! CHAMELEON NOW GETS OUT OF IT.......FACE BUSTER!!!!! COVER BY CHAMELEON.....ONE!!!!....TWO!!!!.....HE BARELY KICKS OUT. CHAMELEON NOW IS SETTING HIM UP IN THE CORNER....COULD BE A BUCKING BRONCO......IT IS!!!!

DM: Yee haw!! Ride 'em cowboy!!!

SW: Chameleon now still has him in the corner but he's going to the outside!!! It looks like he's going to...BANG!!! HE BASHES THE INJURED SHOULDER RIGHT AGAINST THE RING POST!!!...AND AGAIN!!...AND AGAIN!!!! HE GETS BACK IN THE RING...SETTING HIM UP FOR A SHATTERED DREAMS....SIZING HIM UP...CONNECTED!!! NOW HE SETS THE SHOULDER AGAINST THE ROPES....BASHES IT RIGHT INTO THE ROPES AND SMITH IS IN AGONY!!!!

TD: Chameleon now is signaling for the end here!! He signals for the Identity Check!!! Wait!!! From the crowd....IT'S HARBINGER AND DOUGLAS!!! FROM THE BACK IS JUSTIN RUSSELL TO PROTECT HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW AND HE'S FIGHTING OFF BOTH OF THEM WHILE IN THE RING CHAMELEON HAS SMITH UP....IDENTITY CHECK!!!! COVER BY

CHAMELEON....ONE!!!....TWO!!!...THREE!!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!!

SW: Well, Chameleon wins a great won here and this will definitely propel him to maybe a TV or US championship shot who knows?

DM: Yeah, and that loser Smith is getting carted off in an ambulance for his shoulder

TD: we'll try to keep you updated on his condition, but until we do, let's get to our next match.

<Final commercial>

Dan Mazin: "Russell and Indiyah, that is."

Davis: "Yeah, you don't want to forget her. She'll stomp you into the ground."

["Of Wolf and Man" by Metallica begins to play over the loudspeakers. Vincent Maxim steps through the curtain, in a long, black trench coat and a pair of dark sunglasses. The song continues to play as he slowly stalks down the aisle, his long, greasy black hair falling all over his face. He shows no emotion as he walks down the aisle way, and steps right on through the middle ropes. He removes his robe, and then his glasses, and steps on in.]

Mazin: "Yeah, _that's_ intimidating."

White: "Look at the eyes! One is gray! And one is blue!"

Davis: "The man in's all black... he's like hell, or something."

["La Grange" by ZZ Top plays over the loudspeakers.]

White: "Here he is! The Big Dog!"

[Indiyah steps through the curtain, and moves to the side. All 278 lbs of Justin Russell steps through the curtain, and stands with his arms crossed at the entrance. He's in black leather pants, and a sleeveless Rage Against the Machine Evil Empire T-shirt. He stands at the aisle way, and revels in the massive fan response he's getting. He throws his long, dreadlocked hair behind him, and begins his triumphant march up the aisle.]

Davis: "This is sick! Everyone is going nuts!"

Mazin: "What?"

Davis: "Huh?"

White: "It's too loud in here!"

[Russell makes his way into the ring, but turns his back on Maxim.]

White: "Maxim with an axhandle to the back!"

Davis: "He jumped him! What a bastard!"

Mazin: "And now, the MAN Maxim is out to an early advantage, choking out Russell in the corner with a blatant chokehold!"

Davis: "What's Scott Whitman doing? That's not legal!"

White: "Maxim relinquishes the choke, and tosses Russell to the otherside, hesitates, runs in, and even with hesitation clotheslines Russell in the corner! What's Russell thinking?"

Mazin: "He seems rusty. He has been injured."

Davis: "Maxim sends him into the farside ropes now, hits the other ropes, CROSS BODY! Nailed it, but doesn't cover."

White: "Now he stands over Russell, and stomps him in the head! C'mon!"

Mazin: "What? It's legal."

Davis: "But it's trashy."

Mazin: "I don't see YOU making any money in there."

Davis: "I'm making plenty here."

Mazin: "I'm making more."

Davis: "You're what?!"

White: "Ignore him. Maxim now lifts Russell, and puts him in a huge bearhug!"

Davis: "That won't stand up. Russell is fighting it, and there's a massive headbutt! That had to Russell as well!"

Mazin: "Maxim releases, and Russell comes in with a clothesline, but Maxim lowers the shoulder and backdrops him!"

White: "Maxim now runs over, and bars the arm!"

Mazin: "Russell is pulling to his feet in this arm bar, both men up, arm bar still applied, Maxim release, and floats to a side headlo... RUSSELL WITH A BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!"

White: "First bit of decent Russell offense in this match."

Davis: "I'm sure he'll have plenty more, though."

Mazin: "Russell catches his breath, and stands, as does Maxim, Maxim with a hard left, Russell ducks under, Maxim spins all the way around... looks like he was going for a Knock Out Punch. Russell wraps his arms around the waste of Maxim, RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!"

Davis: "Russell hits the ropes, elbow to the jaw of Maxim! Wasting no time, he lifts Maxim up, and puts him in a military press! Look at the power!"

White: "And he drops Maxim flat on his face, hits the ropes, Big splash! Hmmm... that two hit combo looked familiar."

Mazin: "Russell isn't wasting any type in trying to dispose of Maxim, hits the farside, Maxim by the ropes gets to his feet! Russell, a ball of fire, outstretches the arm for a clothesline, Maxim falls back and pulls the top rope down! Russell spills over!"

White: "Maxim follows him out, grabs a chair, Russell getting to his feet..."

::::<<<<<THAAAAWCK>>>>>::::

Davis: "Right over the top of the head, Russell takes the chair! He just slumps over and falls! Maxim lifts him right up, and tosses him into the ring, checks the ropes, and propells himself over with a legdrop! Cover!

1...

2..

CHAIR SHOT AND ALL RUSSELL IS OUT!"

Mazin: "Maxim is just playing. He pulled him up."

White: "Sure, Dan, sure."

Mazin: "Dead serious. That's what happened."

Davis: "We all saw it! Stop feeding lies to the people!:

Mazin: "The people? THE PEOPLE NEED ME TO LIE."

Davis: "What?"

White: <Cutting off Mazin> "AND In the ring Maxim lifts Russell, and tosses him to the ropes, drops his head, Russell kicks him in the head! Russell hits the ropes, SPINNING HEEL KICK? What? Justin Russell, with a spinning heel kick?"

Davis: "Wow..."

Mazin: <Yawn>

Davis: "Russell with a sudden surge of energy to his feet! The fans are going nuts! The most innovative man in the history of the NACW may be showing us some new stuff now!"

White: "Russell lifts Maxim, reaches toward his waste, Sidewalk slam! Russell to the 2nd rope, knee drop to the chest! Cover!

1....

2....

No!"

Mazin: "Russell lifts Maxim, kicks him the gut, Powerbomb position... LIGER BOMB!"

Davis: "With no cover."

White: "Russell with a spectacular move on Maxim, and he could be attempting to finish it now!"

Davis: "He lifts Maxim, tosses Maxim's arm around his own neck, but Maxim's fighting him! Maxim moves his arm, slides around the other side of Russell's neck, slides in his feet, 3/4 DDT!! That's known to most as a Flatliner, or a Novacaine!"

Mazin: "Maxim isn't finished! If could cover now, it'd be over! But both men

are down!"

White: "Maxim to his feet first, lifts Russell, runs with his head in hand to the turnbuckle, face plant! And another! Now Maxim throws Russell down by a dredlock, and climbs to the 2nd ropes!"

Davis: "Boot to the face from the 2nd rope. Maxim pulls him to the center of the ring, Cross Arm Breaker!:

White: "Russell is fighting it off! But Maxim has it clenched!"

Mazin: "Maxim is yanking on his arm, trying to pull it off, but Russell is half crawling toward the rope!"

White: "HE GOT IT! Hold relinquished!"

Davis: "Maxim stands, lifts Russell, tosses him to the ropes, lays down, Russell hops over, other way now, Maxim leaps with a Thesz press, RUSSELL LAYS HIM OUT WITH A RYDEEN BOMB!"

White: "Maxim looks dead! He's not moving! He's clutching his gut, I think the wind was knocked out of him!"

Mazin: "And now Russell quickly to his feet, lifts him, Gut wrench powerbomb! Russell is showing us every type of bomb in the book!"

Davis: "Not a senton bomb."

White: "Perhaps, not yet. Russell tosses Maxim into the ropes, and follows in with a shoulder to the gut."

Davis: "He places him on the top, and all 6'11" of Justin Russell follows him up!"

Mazin: "Holy crap.. SUPERPLEX!!!! SUPERPLEX!"

White: "Cover!

1....

2...

Three! JUSTIN PULLS IT OFF!"

White: And we have a rarity in e-wrestling up next, as a tag team match is up on our docket. The team of Sex and Violence, Yaz Rocker and Damon Harris, will battle Pope Sixtus the Sixth and Cardinal Syn.

Davis: Strange choice of a partner for Sixtus. I find it hard to believe that a pope would want to team with someone who has the last name of "Syn."

Mazin: Look, you crippled freak, just shut your mouth and let the real announcers do the talking. The only reason you're here is because we needed a third guy and you were the only applicant.

Davis: Listen, you little...

White: Let's go up to the ring!

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is a special attraction tag team match, set for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. The referee is Steve Deo. Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at a total combined weight of 485 pounds...Pope Sixtus the 6th and Cardinal Syn!

<Nearly no reaction for the unusual pairing. Sixtus is dressed in white tights, boots, and kneepads, while Syn is adorned in the same outfit, but only his clothes are red Some fans throw in their beer cups, which are considerably empty because this is the last match of the night. Then, "Chocolate Salty Balls (P.S., I Love You)" by "Chef" Isaac Hayes begins to play, which gets a huge pop from the crowd>

Announcer: And their opponents, making their way to the ring, weighing in at a total combined weight of 435 pounds, the team of Damon Harris and Yaz Rocker....Sex and Violence!

<The doors open up at the entrance, and out come the team of Sex and Violence. Both Harris and Rocker are wearing black rubber pants and black boots with S&V on the left side of the pants in white. They are also wearing white leather jackets. Harris is a small man, with black hair and average looks, while Yaz has blond hair and slightly better looks. The jump up onto the ring apron and the same time and even jump over the top rope at the same time. They remove their vests, high-five, and then Rocker leaves the ring for the match. The bell rings>

White: Looks like it'll be Damon Harris starting things out for his team against Cardinal Syn. For those who haven't seen Sex and Violence in action before, they are a speed team, relying on quick, high-flying moves. And of course, you have to love that name.

Davis: We'd say something about Sixtus and Syn if we could, but this is out first time seeing them.

Mazin: I'm putting my cash on Syn and Sixtus.

Davis: Moron, you can't bet! We've in Norfolk, Virginia, not Atlantic City!

Mazin: Well, I was thinking about a side bet...

Davis: On national television. You really are braindead, aren't you?

White: And Harris locks up with Syn, which leads to Syn throwing Harris halfway across the ring. Syn at 240 isn't used to being the power man in the ring, we guess, but he just threw Harris down with ease.

Mazin: Syn has Harris back up and whips him into the ropes. Syn tries a clothesline, but Harris ducks underneath, stops on a dime, and catches Syn with a dropkick as soon as he turns around! Syn back up, and Harris responds with a flying clothesline! SYn tries a third time to land something, this time a running shoulder tackle, but Harris catches him and slams him down with a bodyslam.

Davis: Harris appling a figure-four sleeper across the face of Syn, and is now inching across the ring to tag in Rocker. That's an advantage to wearing those rubber pants. You scott across the mat easier.

White: Harris tags in Rocker with the sleeper still applied, which sends this crowd into a frenzy. Rocker getting in a few kicks to the gut of Syn while Syn is trapped in Harris' figure-four sleeper before Harris has to make his exit.

Davis: Good teamwork here by the young team of Sex and Violence. I wouldn't have thought they'd do so well, but they try their best, I guess.

Mazin: What a fucking scholar in public speaking. Do you realize how stupid that sounded?

Davis: Hey, this is my first attempt...

White <cutting him off>: And while you two were arguing, Rocker took a hard clothesline and Sixtus was tagged in. Sixtus now has Rocker by the hair...what's this? Giant swing by the hair! Sixtus is swinging Rocker around by his hair and then hurls him across the ring! Rocker holding onto his head, and Sixtus is going to try it again!

Mazin: Sixtus is going to rip out a few clumps of Rocker's hair if he's not careful!

Davis: Sixtus has him up, but Rocker kicks him in the forehead before Sixtus can swing him by the hair again! Rocker is very flexible, so it's not surprising that he could pull that off.

Mazin: Rocker is sitting in a neutral corner, still hurting from the hair swing, but Sixtus looks to have been made dizzy by that kick. Rocker springs back up now, but Sixtus catches him with an avalanche! Sixtus is dragging Rocker over to the corner, where Sixtus tags in Syn!

White: Sixtus and Syn do some double-team kicking in the corner, and now Sixtus leaves the ring. Syn looks like he's about to go for a vertical suplex, but Rocker keeps blocking the move. Sixtus sneaks in a stray kick to Rocker's back, and Syn has no problem getting him over now!

Davis: Things aren't looking good for Yaz Rocker.

Mazin: Syn is now taunting Damon Harris, which brings the young rookie into the ring, but that forces Steve Deo to reprimand him!

Davis: Yeah, and meanwhile, Syn and Sixtus are double-teaming Rocker! Sixtus slams him down and Syn nails a slingshot legdrop! Harris now leaves the ring for his partner's sake. Big mistake by Harris there...he should have never gotten into the ring because somebody was taunting him.

White: Syn signalling for something...it looks like he's going to go for the Cardinal Sin! Syn whips him in hopes of hitting the spinebuster, but Rocker baseball-slides between Syn's legs and nails him with a clothesline on the return! Rocker rolls to his feet and tags in Damon Harris!

Mazin: But Syn is back up and levels the rookie with a short power bomb! Syn covers!

Steve Deo: One...two...

Mazin: But the little puke kicks out. Damn!

Davis: Syn's going to go for the Cardinal Syn on Harris now, but Harris side-steps it...crucifix DDT! There's near the Sex and Violence corner, and Harris just hit the first part of There's No Sex In This Violence!

White: And Rocker's going for the second part! He leaps onto the prone Syn and lands the double foot stomp between the shoulder blades from the top rope! That could paralyze someone!

Mazin: Harris rolls Syn over while Rocker knocks Sixtus off the apron, and Harris gets him over! Here's the count!

Deo: One...two...three!

<The bell sounds and the crowd explodes with cheers!>

White: Sex and Violence wins the match! They win the match! What a win!

Davis: Quick reflexes by Harris lands the crucifix DDT, and then Rocker hits the stomp from the top. That's all she wrote.

Mazin: That move is dangerous! It should be outlawed!

Davis: Screw you! Let the kids enjoy their win!

White: Well, I'd say that was a good Slam Masters, wouldn't you?

Davis: Perhaps. The NACW board can't be too happy about Billy Classon revealing the plans for the 30-man Royal Rumble at Bad and Nationwide on January 30, and that Justin Russell and Classon would be entering as #1 and #2, but hey, what can you do?

White: Any shockers?

Mazin: Yeah, of course. That peasant Ian Bradley getting an upset over Shawn Walsh.

White: Well, we're out of time. From Norfolk, Virginia, good night, America!

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