[NEFW] Sample Card

[Little Blue Super Jew]

This is a Sample Card of the NEFW. Allow me to put in some backstory -
This is the Last NEFW card before the fed "scales down" to atone for the
greivous financial errors of the previous two Presidents. As such, the
only card on the match is a bout for the NEFW's UIC Title, kind of a
farewell for the national scene as the fed retreats back to it's New
England stomping grounds.
The NEFW will be resuming cards in a little over a week. We would love
to have wrestlers of all kinds aboard, though our cruiserweight division
in particular is suffering a depletion in numbers.
Thank you, and enjoy.

***********************

(The Superdome, New Orleans, Louisiana. It is
September 25th in the year 2002, and we are sure as
anything set for action as the scene opens to a shot
of the cajun crowd standing outside the arena as the
Marquis flashes the neon announcement "NEFW: Dementia
- Final Show!)

(The camera immediately opens on the office of David
Silverberg, looking into the camera with a smile on
his face. Clad in a gray suit jacket and white dress
shirt, a silver Star of David dangles down from a
chain on his neck, a glint from the overhead light
brings out the chain in contrast to his apparell. His
curly black hair is slicked back against his head, and
the thin frame of his glasses balances against his
noticeably - shall we say 'noble?' - nose. The
President of the NEFW waits a moment for the noise of
the crowd to be filtered out of the background before
he begins speaking. We are right up against his desk,
and on it we see an unfamiliar belt, but can't quite
make out the details of it. We all know that it could
only be one thing, however - the new NEFW Rage Title.
Fineberg's desk is cluttered as always, but he appears
in good spirits as he begins speaking.)

FINEBERG: "Ladies and Gentlemen, we bring to you
tonight the final showing of NEFW Dementia.
Accordingly, this show will mark two milestones with
our federation, the NEFW. The first is the return to
the ring of one of the NEFW's all-time greats. I am
pleased to announce that tonight, the doctor is _in_
the house, as we welcome back DOCTOR MELANCHOLY!"

(Huge pop from the crowd!)

FINEBERG: "Also tonight, we shall see the final NEFW
match on national television. As I've announced
before, following this broadcast, the North Eastern
Federation of Wrestling will be . . . shall I say,
retreating? . . to the New England area for the
foreseeable future."

(Negative heat from the crowd at this announcement.)

FINEBERG: "But that final match will see the
unsettled conflict over the Unified Intercontinental
Championship decided, as Butcher Ben defends against
Tommy McKnight in a 2 out of 3 falls match!!"

(Major pop!)

FINEBERG: "And that match will have a special guest
timekeeper, a man very familiar with the UIC belt.
But I leave you with that, and simply say enjoy the
show, and thank you all for being such great NEFW fans
over the years. And we'll be back -- we will most
assuredly be back!"

(The crowd cheers as the scene fades out, their
support fading along with the picture until we reach
total darkness . .)

(And then . .)

# KUAN!!#

(Senses-distorting colors smash onto the screen as
"Battle Ready" by OTEP blares throughout the screens
of televisions 'round the nation. Images assault our
senses at rapid-fire pace as the program begins.)

##simple souls overload as I explode data banks
cuz the earth & space gave birth to this paleface ##

(The images begin to take shape, and we now see the
form of Swift Nick hurtling himself from the top
turnbuckle. This is quickly replaced by a shadowed
image of the smiling face of "Redemption" Justin
Slayne filling the screen.)

##supreme -- linguistic -- mental machine
your brain cells swell - the intellects extreme##

(The hulking form of Joey Steroidz smashes down Ripper
with the Roid Rage, immediately followed by a shot of
Butcher Ben standing atop the aisle with the Unified
Intercontinental Title, and then a shot of One Man
Army quickly turning his head towards the camera, eyes
blazing.)

##fire fills my veins as eye proclaim my resistance
to the mind-swapping parasites that feed off my
existence##

(Tommy McKnight delivers a bone-splintering
ass-whipper to Deckard, and then Blade stands in the
middle of the ring, arms raised and the NEFW World
Title around his waist.)

##as eye -- skin the burn to relearn the royal plan
somewhere out beyond the edges in the depths of spirit
land##

(The symbol of the Ronin flashes across the screen,
followed by an enraged Chaos flexing his form as he
shouts towards an unseen opponent, the ring ropes
shaking around him.)

##its authentic, apocalyptic destroyer
damaging challengers -- resurrection, disorder##

(David Fineberg's face comes across the screen
momentarily, giving a grave visage, but is then
replaced by the mask of Raptor as he dives towards the
screen delivering the Six Inch Claw, and quickly
seceded by Lightning Kid hurtling himself over the
ropes to the outside against the Layden's.)

##a monument of crisis - eye strikes this - your dead
line my nest with your soul -- cleansed in bloodshed##

(The mask of the monstrous Scourge stares at us, blood
dripping from it, and then the Senator walks down the
isle with a sly smile and a wave for the crowd. Then
the Bull stands atop the turnbuckle, yelling at the
crowd and beating his chest.)

##BATTLE READY!
poets gonna take control

BATTLE READY
souls violate parole

BATTLE READY
violently invade your home

-- breaking the bones
OF THOSE WHO POSE##

(A cacophony of images familiar to us swirl by, as we
see Senton delivering the K-MAD to a struggling
Raptor, and then the Goth planting the Gothic Drop,
followed immediately by Drayven glaring towards the
screen. This is replaced by Suess viciously applying
the Kat's Layover to a helpless Fisherman, and then
Mondo Somatic staring down Rude Dude.)

##commanding the mic -- striking up a verb-fest
mass destruction is my function - time to put it to
the test##

(Mass Destruction collides with Twisted Steel, and a
graphic of the Tag Team Titles overtakes the screen
momentarily. Then the Salaminizer smashes a traffic
cone against Inferno's head, and Chris DeVille Reads
Mace Richter his Rights.)

##in combat --- attacking since way back
in the days eye drew praise for the way that eye
slayed facts

formulating flows in revolutionary science
its the catastrophic prophet from the anarchist
alliance##

(Suess screams as Wraack wraps him in barbed wire, and
moments later Unforgiven plumments from the sky after
the NEFW Pete's Wicked Ale Title. Jenna Jett smashes
Corona down with the Overdrive, and Joseph Vondikail
viciously spears her in a different match microseconds
later. Johnny Demonic stands atop the turnbuckle, one
of his catchphrases shouted out noiselessly. Then
Drunken Master wrenches in the Bender on Robert
Washington, the crowd erupting around them.)

##freaking techniques -- this creature of speech
ewe feel the fury of devastation cuz ewe ewe tasted
defeat

I'm alone on my throne in this universe of fear
royalty divides my soul -- in this role I'm revered

as the pinnacle -- lyrical master -- queen of disaster
eye ruin brain fluid -- the UNKNOWN IS WHAT I'M
AFTER##

(Master Yang smacks his foot against Lightning Kid's
head. The Bull Runs with the Bulls on Swift Nick, and
Little Blue Super Jew drops a helpless Maxx on his
head with the Dreidel Driver. Rein Engel smashes down
Chris Rogers with a Manyerd Effect, an image overtaken
by Rasco Raines in his car knocking back a can of
Natty Light with the Cruiserweight Title hanging from
his rear view mirror.)

##BATTLE READY!
poets gonna take control

BATTLE READY
souls violate parole

BATTLE READY
violently invade your home

-- breaking the bones
OF THOSE WHO POSE##

(Hannibal mercilessly executes the Darwin on a limp
Vigilante, and then Blade locks in the fading sun on a
Tommy McKnight with nowhere to run. Zach Starkey
poses with his surfboard, and then Drayven flies from
the top with the Gothic Drop, Ripper in tow. Jesse
Waltman cockily strides across the ring talking trash
to someone we can't see, and then Smasher Harrison
growls as he stares up at a referee beside him.)

##shaking up the world -- just like the 2nd coming of
christ
-- when I write -- thrice divine with this goddess
sight

words will flow -- wounds will grow
you know -- bones will be exposed from the force that
eye unload

its THE SOUL EATER!! -- mic bleeder with the voice of
chaos
eye got the nectar of the gods flowing from my mental
pod##

(The Crimson Christian lowers into the ring, flanked
by Fighting Mad Jesus, holding on to the Cross.
Doctor of Evil is eaten buffet-style by the veangeful
NEFW roster, and moments later Mondo Somatic hurls
Blade from the top of the Hell in the Cell. Deckard
smashes down Cross with the Emerald Fusion. Little
Blue Super Jew and Drunken Master, both in RMV shirts,
stare out towards the crowd with Lucky beside them in
the ring.)

##gather the flock -- alarm your block
tell them the shepherds have come & got the keys to
unlock

a holy war -- thru your veins it courses
more lyrical artillery than the armed forces

supernatural -- styles be volatile
its the mind manipulator -- the WAR CHILD##

(Doctor Melancholy cracks his neck, a knowing smirk on
his face. Tommy McKnight superkicks Butcher Ben right
out of his boots. Scourge cripples Michael Corvis
with a Judgment Day Powerbomb into a kiddie pool
filled with lightbulbs. Corona and Little Blue Super
Jew go flying out of the ring as the explosion marks
the end of the Hebrew Death Match. And then Old Brown
Heineken as he lands the Last Call on Rude Dude.)

##BATTLE READY!
poets gonna take control

BATTLE READY
souls violate parole

BATTLE READY
violently invade your home

-- breaking the bones
OF THOSE WHO POSE##

(An instrumental bridge in the lyrics gives us the
shot of a Racially Motivated Violence Ethnic Cleanser
to Nailz. Rude Dude tearing at Deckard's knees with a
Figure Four. Darkness Falls on Drayven courtesy of
Blade. Corona lays out Terry Storm with the Beer
Blast. Senton and Corona stand together as the Kings
of All, and then stand with Deckard as the Elite. The
side of the triple cage falls down, pinning Cross and
Senton beneath it.)

##COME!
SHADOW SOLDIERS!

we came to defy - you living life as a lie
we embryonic satellites need our freedom to fly

TO WATCH YOU DIE! -- agonizing cries are heard in
stereo
I'm visualizing battlefield scenarios

in the line of fire -- watching empires fall
into attack position -- ELIMINATE ALL!!!##

(The DarkSiders hold aloft the Tag Team title belts.
Jenna Jett lets Joseph Vondikail eat some Afterburner.
M4 delivers a brutal beating to Rude Dude.
Eliminator hits Final Justice against The Goth.
Crimson Christian and Raptor battle it out inside a
Church. Maxx gets superkicked through a glass wall
into a river of blood. The Senator Filibuster's
Little Blue Super Jew. Hannibal relentlessly slams
Vigilante's head against a door. Bloodlust fills the
ring, Inferno standing in the middle as fire rages up
around them.)

##MY SPECIES!!!

BATTLE READY!
poets gonna take control

BATTLE READY
souls violate parole

BATTLE READY
violently invade your home

-- breaking the bones
OF THOSE WHO POSE##

(Mathew Freek kicks a bleeding Liam Zane. The Losers
appear shocked as they score a pinfall. Q holds up the
Unified Intercontinental Title. Bubba Bo Bob Billy Ray
Bush dances around the ring, and Victor Kincaid latches
on to Rein Engel with the Spinal Fracture Sleeper.
Danial Blaze sails off the top turnbuckle through a set
of tables)

(An instrumental pause once again. This gives way to
the image of the Outlaw Tyler Brock holding the NEFW
title on his shoulder. Then Little Blue Super Jew and
Scourge rush towards each other, fury in their eyes.
Jesse Waltman springs towards the screen with a Colt
.45. Christian Cable smashes NorthStar forward with
a Cablegram. Sickamoa does a tribal dance, Syn growls
towards the camera.)

##MY SPECIES!
NO SURRENDER!##

(The scene now flashes repeatedly. Capital. Rude
Dude. Mondo Somatic. Doctor Melancholy. Old Brown
Heineken. Christian Cable. Blade. Little Blue Super Jew.
Deckard. Suess. Ronin. Danial Blaze. Jenna Jett.
Smasher. Scourge. Rein Engel. Unforgiven. Cross.
Drayven. Corona. Tommy McKnight. David
Fineberg. NEFW.)

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N E
F W

(Blares across the screen as the music fades out, and
we come in on thousands of screaming New Orleans fans
to kick off the very last Dementia. Our cameras cut
to ringside, where we find Lester Holland, joined by
the NEFW's newest commentator, "The Encyclopedia"
Jerry Brooks. Lester is decked out in a tacky tweed
suit and bowtie, his light brown hair tangled and his
nervous, fidgety eyes looking nervously over at his
new broadcast partner, remembering his luck with them
in the past. Jerry Brooks, in sharp contrast, wears
an NEFW sweatshirt and corduroy pants, and looks
relaxed and right at home behind the announce table.)

LESTER HOLLAND: "Folks, we welcome you, to the
_very_last_ edition of NEFW Dementia!"

JERRY BROOKS: "Those morons who used to run this show
bankrupted us. Give them a big thanks for all the
paycheck cuts you're going to be recieving."

LH: "Well, I can't say that's not true. But we're
going to have one hell of a match tonight to send the
NEFW on it's way. Before we pack up and head back to
our New England roots, we will see the Unified
Intercontinental Title decided! We will see the final
confrontation in this war between "The Suicide Blonde"
Tommy McKnight, and our reigning, defending Champion,
"Sky Chief" Butcher Ben!"

JB: "Go ahead Lester, play it up like McKnight has a
_chance_ of winning. If the Crimson Choir Boy hadn't
ruined it for everybody on Sunday, Butcher Ben would
have retained in a huge fashion."

LH: "You don't know that!"

JB: "I know what I know."

LH: "Well, before we go any further, let's take the
fans back to earlier today, when Doctor Melancholy
thrilled us all with his return to action, right here
in the Superdome against Wayne "The Congressman"
Gilchrest!"

[The camera cuts to a shot of a scene with "Earlier
Today" smacked across the bottom. The footage of
Doctor Melancholy's return of course begins with the
classic strains of "Hotel California" by the Eagles.
The fans of the early crowd erupted as the Doctor made
his first appearance in months, and his official
full-fledged return to action. The Congressman was
made into short work by the true veteran of the game,
and highlights air of Melancholy wrenching back a
standing armbar, catching a running Congressman and
immediately flipping him around into an abdominal
stretch, an then ending it with a decisive Tornado DDT
that we all know and love as the Melonballer. Doctor
Melancholy raises his arm in the air as Gilchrest
whines on the mat, showing everyone that once again,
the Doctor is In.]

[The camera returns to present time, where we see the
black-and-gold ring ropes of the NEFW, the "DEMENTIA"
logo tapered across the ring apron. We hear the
voices of our announcers again as the camera slowly
returns to their position, giving us a long view of
the raucous crowd.]

LH: "Welcome back to the NEFW, Doctor Melancholy!
And you can bet that with Fineberg's quest to dig this
company out of financial ruin, the good Doctor will be
a huge asset."

JB: "Didn't he return to wrestling after being sued
for malpractice?"

LH: "Good lord, they've stuck me with another one . .
."

JB: "What's that supposed to mean?"

LH: "Hold on, folks, it seems something is going on
in the back, we're . . "

(Lester's voice trails off as we return to the office
of David Fineberg, and find the Crimson Christian
standing over him again. The red trenchcoat of the
Crimson Christian folds as he presses his knuckles
against Fineberg's desk, the golden crucifix on his
neck dangling down as he peers at the President
through darkened glasses. Behind him, the monstrous
form of Fighting Mad Jesus fills the background,
though we can see the Cross off to the side. Fineberg
keeps his gaze level as the Christianite towers over
him.)

CRIMSON CHRISTIAN: "I was on my way to the Shinto
when I was summoned here. What possible reason could
you have for interrupting my business?"

FINEBERG: "I want to give you an offer."

CRIMSON CHRISTIAN: (A gleam in his eyes.) "An offer?
You would bargain with an avenging force of the Lord?"

FINEBERG: "Don't take that tone with me, Christian.
You ruined Sunday's main event, and I'm going to make
sure that you - or anyone else - (he casts an
auspicious gaze towards Fighting Mad Jesus, who makes
no reaction) screws up things from now on You're
pissed about being denied a shot at the NEFW Title?
All right. I'll make it up to you."

CRIMSON CHRISTIAN: " . . . I'm listening."

FINEBERG: "No matter who wins tonight's match . .
.YOU will get the first shot at the Unified
Intercontinental Title."

(The crowd audibly pops at the news. There is silence
in the President's office, but then slowly the Crimson
Christian leans back, standing up straight and folding
his crimson-clad arms over his chest. After an
imperceptible moment of thought, the scarlet one nods,
and then seems to smile.)

CRIMSON CHRISTIAN: "Very well . . you have yourself a
deal."

FINEBERG: "Good."

CRIMSON CHRISTIAN: "I will return to collect on that
promise when the time is right. For now . . .to the
Land of the Rising Sun. The Hebrew awaits."

(Fineberg watches the trio leave, and then taps his
pen against his desk a few times, nodding to himself
as the scene fades out.)

(We return to ringside, Lester Holland and Jerry
Brooks ready and rarin' to go.)

JB: "That religious radical doesn't deserve anything!
He interfered in a match and he's getting a title
shot for it!? What kind of a President is this David
Fineberg!?"

LH: "The Crimson Christian had a guaranteed shot at
the NEFW Title before the Champion was fired!
Fineberg is compensating him for his loss!"

JB: "Fineberg should be firing that idiot for
dressing the way he does."

LH: "Well, all that aside, we are ready to start the
final match of the old NEFW. Let's go to Doc Hanson!"

(The camera shifts to grizzled old Gregory "Doc"
Hanson, the NEFW's ring announcer, scrapes his boots
against the ring apron once or twice, then raises the
microphone up and begins doing what he does best.)

DOC HANSON: "Ladies, n' gennel'men . . .th' followin'
match is scheduled fir best TWO outta THREE falls!!"

[Mild crowd pop.]

DOC HANSON: "Now, to inner'duce . . our special
guest timekeeper fir this match . . ."

["For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins
playing, as the symphonic portion of the song starts
up. The crowd at first gives way to shocked
recognition, and then a slow, ever-increasing cheer as
they realize what it means.]

DOC HANSON: "Fr'm Hell, Michigan . .the LAST person
t' hold th' Unified Intercont-i-nental belt . . . ."

[The Beer Man appears at the top of the ramp, striding
down purposefully as his music continues, entrance
video a glut of images of the Grand Slam Champion at
his best. The crowd pop grows with every step he
takes.]

##He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
DOC HANSON: "CORONA!!!!!!!"
Now they will see what will be, blinded eyes to see
For Whom the Bell Tolls##

[The multi-time champion ascends the ring apron,
raising his fist into the air and casting his gaze
upon the crowd. He holds this pose for a moment, and
then enters the ring itself, and the fans grow louder
at the return of one of the most dominant men to enter
an NEFW ring.]

LH: "It's Corona!! The timekeeper is Corona!"

JB: "Corona!? Give me a break - what's he going to
keep track of, the dwindling time left in his career?"

LH: "What is your problem?? Corona was the very last
man to ever officially win the Unified
Intercontinental Title, and he never lost it, either!
He dropped the title on a request from the NEFW
executive committee when he pursued the World Title -
a title which he went on to win!"

JB: "Ancient history, man. So far Fineberg's been a
major letdown to me."

LH: "Corona is taking his position at the
timekeeper's table, and this crowd is jacked to have
him back! It looks like everyone who matters is happy
to have him back as well."

JB: ". . . . . . .hey!"

[We return to Doc Hanson, still in the ring, as the
match prepares to officially begin.]

DOC HANSON: "Intr'ducin' first . . from Battle Creek,
Michigan, weighin' it at TWO Hundred n' THIRTY-FIVE
pounds. . . ."

["Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica cues as the lights
being flashing along the entranceway. A New Orleans
Saints Jersey over his back, black carpenter jeans
below his waist, and a calculating look in his eyes,
one of the NEFW's biggest stars emerges from the
back.]

##Rover! Wanderer!
DOC HANSON: "THE SUICIDE BLONDE . . TOMMY MCKNIGHT!"
Nomad! Vagabond!
Call me what you will!!##

[The crowd pops big time as Tommy makes his way down
the aisle, golden locks swaying back and forth. The
NEFW superstar grabs hold of the middle ring rope, the
gold one, and swings himself up onto the apron, then
leaping over the top to enter the ring. The fans
continue to cheer as he turns towards the aisle and
motions that a belt will soon be around his waist.]

SIGN - MCKNIGHTMARE

DOC HANSON: "An......his opponent . .th' UNIFIED . ..
INT-ercontinental CHAMP-I-ON . . .from London,
England, weighin' 'n at TWO-HUNDRED n' TWENNY-SEVEN
pounds . . ."

[Cue "When Bad Meets Evil" by Eminem, and you've got
the entrance music of the UIC Champion, who steps out
on top of the entrance ramp with a sneer of hatred
towards McKnight on his face. The crowd immediately
begins heating up the place as Butcher Ben arrives.]

##Cuz this is what happens when Bad Meets Evil
and we hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese
people
DOC HANSON: "Th' SKY CHIEF . . . BUTCHER BEN!!"
He's Evil, and I'm Bad like Steve Segal
Against peaceful, see you in hell for the sequel##

[His union jack tank top splayed out across his
physique, the Champion enters the ring cautiously, but
not without a stare of contempt towards the
challenger. Butcher Ben's angry green eyes shoot
venom towards McKnight. Doc Hanson exits the ring as
Senior NEFW Official William Yeath enters. Butcher
Ben lays the headdress of the Sky Chief out over the
apron, then turns and immediately springs towards
McKnight as Yeath signals for the bell.]

DING DING DING!

LH: "And this one is under way!"

JB: "The poise of Butcher Ben! He took Tommy totally
off-guard!"

LH: "If you mean he went for a cheap shot before
Tommy was ready, you're right. Ben with that takedown
to start the match, now peppering McKnight with right
hands, backing him into that turnbuckle."

JB: "I expect nothing less from a pure, British
tactician like the Sky Chief. He'd going to be in
control of this one top to bottom."

[Butcher Ben does indeed show amazing control, first
sending Tommy from one turnbuckle to the next with a
fierce Irish whip, and then connecting with a running
knee lift as the blonde comes off the post. Butcher
goes for an early Strongbow attempt, but Tommy quickly
dives for the ropes, preventing the hold. This
doesn't stop the Champion, who proceeds to stomp on
Tommy's back and ribs while he's down, not letting up
until William Yeath intervenes and forces Ben to stand
back until Tommy comes off of the ropes. As soon as
the challenger is up, however, Ben pushes the referee
aside and goes after Tommy again, delivering a
nose-crushing forearm smash and then sending McKnight
into the ropes. Butcher Ben tries for the leg lariat
as McKnight rushes off of the ropes, but the agile
challenger slides under as Ben leaps, emerging behind
him! Tommy lands a solid kick of his own to Ben's
gut, then capitalizes with a DDT!]

[Before a count can begin, Ben heaves himself up, and
Tommy this time attempts to gain the advantage with a
stiff series of forearms. An Irish whip is countered,
and Ben drags Tommy in directly to his knee, doubling
over the challenger. Seizing the moment, the Sky
Chief curls up his rival and drops him down in a
brutal-looking gutbuster that leaves Tommy gasping for
air. Ben doesn't let up as he rolls Tommy over, going
for the pinfall just minutes into the match.]

ONE . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

TWO . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Kickout by McKnight! Kickout just
before three.

LH: "WIlliam Yeath says this match will continue, but
so far Butcher Ben is halting all attempts by Tommy to
build any offense."

JB: "Of course he is. Haven't I been trying to tell
you what a sound ring general the Sky Chief is? He's
already beaten McKnight plenty of times, one more
isn't going to mean anything."

LH: "Tommy McKnight has got a gut full of fire in
him, and he just will _not_ quit. Butcher Ben is
going to have to work pretty damn hard if he wants to
put this kid away."

JB: "Oh come on, Lester! I'll bet he puts him away
without working any harder than you do."

LH: "I work . . you . . . . . what?"

[Ben continues to work over Tommy, trying to not give
his opponent a second to catch his breath. Tommy
appears wounded as Ben wrenches at his arm, going for
the shoulder as he applies a hammerlock to the Suicide
Blonde. He wrenches it in hard, and Tommy begins to
shout in pain. Finally, Ben lands a distinctly
closed-fist punch to the back of Tommy's head, and
drops the young man from Michigan in the center of the
ring. With Tommy down, Butcher heads to the ropes,
and comes off with a running legdrop directly onto
Tommy's shoulder. McKnight hops up, holding his arm
as Ben laughs, then grabs hold of him and whips him
back into the ropes. Tommy, however, incredibly leaps
upon the second rope as he is tosses, and as Butcher
Ben turns around Tommy springs off with a flying
somersault DDT directly which drives Ben's head into
the mat!]

SIGN - I STOLE THE NORTH AMERICAN BELT

[Tommy scrapes himself off the mat as Ben begins to
pick himself up, but instantly leaps upon the Champion
with a flurry of punches! Tommy drives his knee into
Ben's gut, then sends him into the ropes and catches
him with a standing side leg kick that floors Ben and
puts him just the position the Suicide Blonde hoped
for as he holds up his arm to the crowd, and then
grabs hold of the ropes and hurls himself atop the
turnbuckle! Ben stays motionless as McKnight spreads
his arms out, and then flies for the fans, twisting
his body as he shoots towards Ben with the Suicide
Bomb! But at the last second, Ben rolls out of the
way, and McKnight lands solidly on his back and
shoulder - a situation Butcher Ben quickly capitalizes
on by locking in the Strongbow!]

LH: "My God!! Butcher Ben was playing possum, and
now he's got the Strongbow locked in on Tommy
McKnight!!"

JB: "Yes!! That's it, Ben! Make him squeal!! Teach
him a lesson!!"

LH: " . . you've been in this fed for one day, how
can you already be a biased scumbag?"

JB: "My Momma taught me to either be the best or not
do it at all."

LH: "I see . . ."

JB: "Your Momma taught me a few things, too."

LH: "Hey!"

JB: "Ben's dragging Tommy away from the ropes!! HA!!
Do it Ben!! Do it!!"

LH: "He . . he's right!! Tommy's still being
stretched out in the Strongbow with no place to run!
He's . . he's going to . . .HE DOES!! TOMMY TAPS!!
TOMMY TAPS TO THE STRONGBOW!!"

JB: "Butcher Ben has won the first fall!! End the
match! End the match!"

LH: "There are still two falls to go! Tommy did the
only damn thing he could, tapping out to end the hold
instead of risking injury and the match!"

JB: "I bet Corona didn't even get the time of the
first fall down right."

LH: "The referee is making Ben release the Strongbow
now and give Tommy a moment to recover . . . Tommy is
back up to his feet, holding his shoulder, the referee
is asking him if he wants to continue . . "

JB: "And he doesn't! Ben's going to win two straight
falls, one by submission, one by forfeit."

LH: "McKnight is saying that he can go on! Yeath
asks him again, and McKnight wants back in! Yeath
lets him go, and we're on the second fall!"

JB: "It'll be the LAST fall."

[Tommy goes after Ben like a man possessed as soon as
the referee lets him go, tackling Ben and shoving him
into the turnbuckle, and then unloading on him with a
fierce barrage of rights and lefts. Ben, dazed by the
sudden onslaught, is helpless as Tommy heaves him up,
planting him on the top turnbuckle, and then dropping
back in a superplex! Tommy immediately goes into the
cover of the stunned Champion.]

ONE . . . . . . . . .

TWO . . . . . . . . . .

THREEEEEEE - NO!! A kickout by Butcher Ben
at the last instant!

LH: "What ferocity by Tommy McKnight!!"

JB: "So he had a wind in him after all, big deal."

[Tommy grabs the stunned Ben by the wrist and delivers
an armbreaker, then holds on to his wrist, locking it
in and driving Ben to his knees. Tommy appears to be
almost trying to snap Ben's hand off, but the Butcher
fights back with a series of elbows to Tommy's
stomach, eventually forcing him to release the hold.
Ben stands up, and charges McKnight, ramming his
shoulder into the challenger's gut, then hefting him
up for a Death Valley Driver! Ben drops down, but
Tommy rolls with the move, and ends up with a victory
roll on the helpless Ben!]

ONE!!

TWO!!!!!!!!

THREE --- NO!! BEN GETS A SHOULDER UP!

JB: "What an AMAZING athlete is Butcher Ben!!"

LH: "The Sky Chief most assuredly got lucky that
time, as Tommy McKnight reversed the DVD into an
incredibly victory roll!"

JB: "Oh, get over that kid, he's got nothing left."

[Ben stands up, blocking a clothesline by Tommy, only
to be caught by a spinning backfist as a follow-up!
Ben goes down again, and Tommy wastes no time in
dropping a standing moonsault onto the prone champion.
Picking him up, Tommy lands some steady knife-edge
chops, eventually backing Ben into a corner and
leaving him clutching at his chest. Tommy goes for a
spear in the corner, but Ben moves, and Tommy does
nothing but ram his already injured shoulder into the
ringpost!! He stumbles backwards, and Butcher Ben
schoolboys him for the pin!]

One . . . . . . . .

TWO . . . . . . . . . .

THREEEE!!_WAIT_NO!!_! Tommy manages to
kickout!! Somehow, McKnight kicks out!!

LH: "Incredible action!"

JB: "Come on Ben, get this over with!"

[Ben, frustrated now, slams Tommy down with a
gutwrench suplex, and then heads up top himself! Ben
comes off looking for a flying elbow, but catches
nothing but Tommy's suddenly upraised boot! The Sky
Chief goes down, and struggles to rise as Tommy slowly
gets back to his feet.]

CROWD: LET'S GO TOM-MY

LET'S GO TOM-MY

LET'S GO TOM-MY

[McKnight responds to the growing chants, grabbing
hold of the top rope and shaking himself out of his
daze, turning towards Ben with renewed fire! McKnight
goes for a shoulder block with his good arm, but
Butcher Ben manages to roll aside. McKnight turns,
and Ben launches back up with a deftly-aimed
superkick! But Tommy McKnight moves with catlike
speed and ducks under the intended blow, and as
Butcher Ben turns around, McKnight kicks him in the
gut, wraps his arm around Ben's head, and connects
solidly with a full-blown Ass-Whipper!]

LH: "HE GOT IT! HE GOT IT!! MY GOD!! THE
ASS-WHIPPER!!"

JB: "WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!?"

LH: "William Yeath is right there! Count the fall,
Billy!! Count the fall!!"

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LH: "TOMMY DOES IT!! WE'RE ALL TIED UP!!"

SIGN - THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES, DEMENTIA

JB: "This is inconcievable! Tommy must be cheating!
It's these idiot fans distracting Butcher Ben! Can't
they shut up??"

LH: "Senior Official William Yeath is giving Ben a
moment to recover, and it looks like Ben's got a
little juice coming from his nose after that one!
What an incredible Ass-Whipper that was, I'm amazed
Ben is on his feet so soon!"

JB: "A nosebleed isn't going to stop the Unified
Intercontinental Champion, Lester. Butcher Ben is
just looking to seal this one away!"

[Ben and Tommy launch at each other once again, and
this time collide in the middle with a lock up. Ben
puts the pressure on Tommy's injured shoulder and
forces him down, and then yanks him up with a
beautifully executed Northern Lights Suplex. Ben
drops an elbow on McKnight, and goes for a cover.]

One . . . . . .

Two . . . . . . kickout!

[McKnight's resiliency comes into play as he makes a
quick escape from the cover, then heads for the ropes.
But Butcher Ben grabs him and whips him in the
opposite direction, going for a dropkick, but Tommy
holds on to the ropes and Ben falls flat on his back!
Tommy immediately rushes the fallen Champion, hooking
his legs and dragging him backwards. With a jerking
backwards drop, McKnight slingshots Ben over the top
rope, sending him sprawling to the outside! Ben
remains motionless as Tommy pants in the ring, trying
to regain his breath, and then stands up, as if taken
by some new energy, runs to the opposite ropes, heads
towards where Ben is, and flies out over the top with
a death-defying corkscrew plancha, landing directly
atop Ben just as he was beginning to rise! Both men
lie on the ground as William Yeath begins
administering the 10-count, which would result in a
count-out for both men and Butcher Ben retaining his
title.]

LH: "The ref is at four . . . five . . ."

JB: "Come on, Tommy, stay down!"

LH: " . . . six . . . . . seven . . . . ."

JB: "Don't get up!! Stay!! Stay!!!!"

LH: " . . . . . nine . . . . . . . . . "

JB: "DAMN!"

LH: "Tommy rolls in and out, breaking up the count!
And Yeath buys him even more time, it looks like he's
concentrating on trying to get them back in the ring
now rather than counting again!"

JB: "DO YOUR JOB, BILLY!"

[Tommy goes to pick up Ben, but as soon as he touches
him, Ben lowblows McKnight and leaves the Suicide
Blonde clutching at himself as Ben uses the time to
regain his senses! Ben grabs Tommy, swings him
around, and chucks him into the steel ring steps,
injured shoulder first!! The challenger appears in a
bad way as he tries to rise, clutching at his arm, but
Butcher Ben is not one to let up as he punches away at
Tommy's forehead, knuckles connecting again and again
until they eventually come up laced with the blood of
Tommy's now-busted open forehead. The younger
competitor looks completely dazed as Ben picks him up
and whips him into the crowd barrier right by Corona,
so close, in fact, that the last UIC Champion has to
stand up out of his seat to avoid being hit by the
speeding McKnight. Grasping at his arm, McKnight
falls to the ground as William Yeath runs over to
check on him. Meanwhile . .]

LH: "It looks like Corona's not to happy with Butcher
Ben's aim."

JB: "So? I'm not too happy with your face, I don't
interrupt you to tell you about it."

LH: " . . . . nevertheless, we've got ourselves a
verbal altercation here! William Yeath is checking on
Tommy, and Ben is jawing it out with Corona, telling
him to mind his own business! Corona . . . oooo, come
on Corona, you don't know that about Ben's mom."

JB: "I know that about YOUR mom."

LH: "I . . ! WAIT! Ben just took a swing at
Corona!! CORONA DODGED IT!! NOW HE'S GOT BEN!!"

JB: "WHAT ARE YOU . . NO!! NO!!!"

LH: "BEER BLAST!!! CORONA GIVES BEN THE BEER
BLAST!!!! NOW HE'S HEAVING HIM BACK INTO THE RING!!"

JB: "The only thing that could be worse than this is
if . . "

LH: "And Tommy McKnight is back on his feet!!"

JB: " . . . . . . "

[Tommy sees Butcher Ben lying motionless in the ring,
and without a second thought, hops up on top of the
apron and begins climbing the turnbuckle!]

SIGN - I CAME TO SEE TOMMY FLY

SIGN - I CAME BECAUSE THE CHICK WITH THE TOMMY SIGN
MADE ME

[After a moment to stand, a sea of flashbulbs erupt
from the cajun audience, and then Tommy McKnight takes
to the air with one more Suicide Bomb! This time, he
connects, and gets all of it! Tommy goes into the
cover!]

ONE!!!!

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

THREEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DING DING DING!!

##Wherever I may Roam
Where I hang my head is home##

JB: "NO WAY!!"

DOC HANSON: "Ladies 'n Gennelmen . . .th' WINNER!!
AN' NEW UNIFIED INTER-CONT-I-NENTAL CHAMP-I-ON . . .
THE SUICIDE BLONDE, TOMMY MCKNIGHT!!!"

LH: "He did it!!! Good lord, he did it!! AMAZING!!
WE HAVE A NEW UIC CHAMPION!!!"

JB: "Tommy McKnight hasn't heard the last of Butcher
Ben!! This isn't over!! This isn't FAIR!! CORONA!!!!
YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!!!!!"

LH: "Tommy is being awarded the UIC Title, and this
man has got to be now the most successful sonuvagun
ever to step into that ring! He holds the belt up,
ignoring that gush of blood from his head, and these
fans erupt!"

JB: "Bah!!!"

LH: "That is all the time we have for Dementia!!
Folks, if you live in the New England area, check your
local cable affiliates listings for our new show, NEFW
Impact!! Everyone else, we'll be back, and we promise
we'll be better than ever!! For Dementia, for Jerry
Brooks, and for the NEFW -- THANK YOU, AND GOODNIGHT!"

[We see Tommy McKnight in the ring, celebrating with
the Unified Intercontinental Title, as for what will
be the last time for who knows how long, the curtain
of darkness falls on national NEFW programming . . .]

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