<UWF> Saturday Night Rampage - 7-23-05 Hour Two

[Cygnia]

[Cut. Alone and angry. One would not be surprised to find Alex
Martinez
in this state, especially given the events of the last Rampage. And so
it is that we find the Last American Badass. Intense, brooding,
nursing
a sore knee, but nursing something even worse than an injury: the need
for revenge. The camera zooms in on his murderous eyes, and there is a
long, pregnant pause before Martinez begins to speak.]

AM: Daniel Kidd...

You're about to wish you'd stayed gone.

Yeah, ya got the drop on me. Yeah, ya hurt my knee. Yeah, you and
Daniels, ya put one over on me. But joke's on you, Kidd. 'Cuz here I
am, and I'm still breathin'.

And as long as I got breath, I'm gonna be kickin' someone's ass.

[Martinez pauses, running a hand through his hair.]

AM: So Kidd, enjoy it while ya can. Laugh it up. Crack open some
champagne, call all your buddies and tell 'em that ya put Alex Martinez
down. Enjoy now, and while you're at it, enjoy a few other things too.

Enjoy eatin' solid foods.

Enjoy standin' up straight.

Enjoy bein' able to remember your name.

Enjoy seein' straight.

Enjoy not havin' to wait for the nurse to empty your bed pan.

Enjoy it all Kidd, and enjoy it now. 'Cuz Kidd, when I'm done with ya,
well... let's just say that your standard of livin' is gonna plummet.

But this is a tag match, so I guess I oughta say somethin' 'bout my
other
opponent, and my partner.

[Martinez smirks into the camera.]

AM: Now I'll be honest. The problems between Derek Martin and Brett
Greene? Well, truth be told, I can't honestly say I give two squirts of
piss 'bout it. But thing is, I ain't never been one to need a reason
to
kick someone's ass. And Derek Martin? Far as I'm concerned, teamin'
with Daniel Kidd, bein' in Pride, and bein' the buddy of Scott Daniels?

Well, that's three reasons when I didn't even need one.

I can be a good partner when I need to be. And if I need to be in order
to get my hands on Daniel Kidd? Well hell... I can do that.

So Greene? Ya can count on me.

And Daniel Kidd?

Ya can count on wishin' to god you'd bought better medical insurance.

[After several moments of the camera lingering on the sick grin on Alex
Martinez' face, we fade to black.]
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\_____/ 07-23-2005
Hour Two

[As we dissolve back into hour two of Rampage, the arena is pretty much
cast in black. The screech of Chris Cornell's voice cuts through the
arena, and as "Set It Off" by Audioslave kicks in, five columns of
white
light shine down on the entrance ramp, fanned out in a line. Standing
beneath those spotlights is wrestling's longest running, and perhaps
most
dominant collective entity known as The Pride.]

DR: Welcome back to Saturday Night Rampage, and kicking off our second
hour of action appears to be the men currently in the sights of Alex
Martinez, Scott Daniels and The Pride.

SS: Always a great way to kick off an hour Dave.

[Standing in the center spotlight is the World Heavyweight champion,
Scott "Hotspot" Daniels. He's wearing his black and red ring gear of
bike
trunks, boots and elbow & knee pads. He has a black Pride t-shirt on,
and
the gold plated World Heavyweight title wrapped firmly around his
waist.
Daniels is holding his right arm up in the air, thrusting his finger
high
towards the ceiling in a bold proclamation of just who number one is.
To
his left is Kari Stevens' dressed in a sexy black silk mini dress and
matching heels, and "Dead End" Derek Martin, who is dressed in ring
attire along with a black "Dead End" shirt. On Scott's right side is
the
UWF's newest team, The Cornerstones. Returnee Dan Kidd is dressed in
his
ring attire from last week, a simple green singlet, and his long blond
hair is slicked back. Beside him, "Hellraiser" Tom Landis wears a pair
of
long black tights with a red diamond motif around the waistband and the
Pride logo running up the side of the left leg.]

DR: The Pride have certainly had a lot on their plate as of late here
in
UWF. Scott Daniels is petrified by the fact that coming up at Gold
Rush,
he'll be putting the World title on the line against the monster Alex
Martinez. Derek Martin's war with Scott's best friend Brett Greene has
been a major issue as of late, and they lost their two biggest members
in
Team Canada.

SS: Yeah, but you left out that they replaced Team Canada with The
Cornerstones by bringing back Dan Kidd of all people. And Kidd and
Daniels really did a number on Alex Martinez's leg last Rampage.

AM: It pains me to say it, but I must admit that Scott Daniels' ability
to adapt and react is impressive.

SS: Ha! Even Big Red knows it.

[After pausing long enough for dramatic purposes, the group moves
forward
to towards the ring as the lights return to normal. Various scenes of
Pride members and Pride actions flash on the Unitron as they walk the
aisle towards the ring. Dan Kidd jaws at some fans after getting in
their
faces. Daniels hits the ring first and is sure to hold open the ropes
for
Kari Stevens. Derek Martin brings up the rear of the group, slowly
stalking towards the ring.]

AM: Derek almost seems like he's on another page with the rest of the
group tonight. I wonder what's going through his mind.

SS: That's easy. "Might makes right." Or "Pride Pride Pride Pride,
Pride Pride Pride Pride."

AM: Are you sure that's not what's going through your mind?

SS: Guilty as charged.

[As Martin is the last to climb into the ring, "Set it Off" fades out,
and Kari Stevens is handed a microphone from Scott.]

KS: First off, I'm going to lay some rumors to rest. What happened to
Team Canada was not the Pride's fault. No one else from the Pride was
at
the bar when the brawl happened and even if we were, we would not
encourage them to do something unprofessional. Let's face it, we're the
Pride, not Amity, but that's beside the point. Becky Byers showed her
true colors when she turned her back on arguably the greatest tag team
in
UWF history. So what did I do as manager of the Pride? I took a bad
situation and turned it into a great one! I responded to the loss of
one
of the world's greatest tag teams, and with input from the rest of the
Pride, put together an even greater tag team! Please give a very warm
welcome to The Cornerstones!

[The lovely Kari Stevens hands the mic over to everyone's favorite...
well, cult favorite... er, he's liked by some... okay, the guy's a
jerk.
In any event, Dan Kidd has the mic now.]

DK: I am going to be very succinct here...

Oh wait, that's right. Given the Milwaukee is a town full of
inebriated,
underemployed, overfed morons, I'll have to be sure to use smaller
words.

I'm going to get right to the point.

[The crowd loudly boos Kidd, but he just shrugs it off, making a face
as
if he's slightly repulsed.]

DK: Don't boo with your mouths full of sausage, it's disgusting.

[This, of course, does nothing to quiet the crowd.]

DK: Now, I believe I've done most of my talking already the last couple
of weeks. Ryu, Michael... and yes, you should be honored to be
mentioned
by a Pridesman on national TV... I've shown just how far I'm willing to
go to get what I want. What the Pride wants. Tom and I embarrassed you
as
a team. We embarrassed that old nag of a manager you cart around. And
Ryu, I embarrassed you personally in the Cruiserweight Invitational.
Take
my sage advice... take those lumps and battle scars, consider them
medals
of honor, and stay the hell out of the Cornerstones' way. Period.

And as for Alex Martinez? Well, I admit to doing just a bit of a number
on him too. If he's dullard enough to show up for tonight's main event,
you might just see the Pride show him again that his dreams of winning
Scott's title are... heh... "pipe" dreams.

[At the illusion to last week's heinous attack, Dan and Scott both
smirk,
while the crowd boos loudly at the underhanded tactics of their
champion
and his cronies. Soaking up the jeers for a few seconds, Dan then hands
the mic over to his partner, Tom Landis, who like Dan seems to enjoy
hearing the crowd call out for his blood.]

TL: You hear that people? That's the sound of genuine class, the sound
of a _REAL_ wrestler talking. The cream of the cruiserweight crop is
finally back where he belongs, and he's already running circles around
the rest of the wannabes in this tournament. Jacob Drake, you better
be
praying that Dan Kidd doesn't get his eye on that shiny championship,
because if he does he's going to get it.

[Snaps his fingers.] Like that.

[Dan nods and smiles as Landis keeps going, despite the rise in crowd
noise.]

TL: And while Dan and myself have joined forces to rip the tag team
division a brand new one, I want to address this one last time before
the
Cornerstones ascend to greatness one more time.

SHAUN BORDERS... I want your ass in the ring. Let's settle this one
time
and one time only, at Gold Rush. You go ahead and name the
stipulations,
get back to me here next week and tell the world in what manner you
want
me to make you my bitch. This is an offer too good to be true for you,
Borders, facing a Pridesman at Gold Rush. Better men than you have
made
a career off of getting their asses kicked at the big dance.

And speaking of kicking ass at the big dance...

[Landis hands the mic with a flourish over to the World Champion, and
Daniels raises the mic as he prepares to speak. He pauses though, to
soak
in the "ASS-HOOOOLE... ASS-HOOOOLE..." chants from the crowd, taking
pride in it of course.]

DR: This crowd is really letting the World Champ have it.

AM: And with good reason. The attack on Alex Martinez last week by
Scott
Daniels and Daniels Kidd was nothing more than a coward's way out of a
bad situation.

SS: I saw it as an act of brilliance Red. Daniels baited Martinez into
a
situation, and I'd say it paid off in dividends for the Pride.

DR: Let's take a quick look at what everyone has been talking about,
let's go back to last week's closing moments of Rampage.

[As Daniels continues to stall, the imagery of last week's events flash
up on the Unitron. The Pride members grin as they all watch the clip.
We
see Martinez and Daniels standing in the ring, with Daniels talking.]

SD: Two words for you Alex, that are far greater than the Firebomb.
Pride-breaker.

[Daniels rears back and slaps Martinez across the face.]

SD: And I'll start breaking that right now.

[Alex lunges at Scott, but Scott dodges out of the way. As Martinez
spins
around Daniels plants a boot into Alex's midsection queuing for the
Pridebreaker with the title on his shoulder. Daniels applies the move
and
drops to his knees, but Martinez doesn't go down and grabs Scott by the
back of he neck and firing a hard clubbing forearm shot. Daniels
bounces
back to the ropes and tries to fire back at Alex, but it is merely
absorbed and The Last American Badass grabs a hold of Daniels by the
throat setting up for the Firebomb Chokeslam.]

DR: Scott Daniels attempted to get a cheap shot in and hit the
Pridebreaker, but Alex Martinez powered out of it and as you see here
has
Daniels set up for the Firebomb Chokeslam.

AM: But it wasn't meant to be, and we'll see why in just a second.

[Martinez lifts Daniels up high in the air and pauses just long enough
for Dan Kidd to scamper into the ring and chop block Alex's knee with a
lead pipe. Martinez crumbles down to his knees as Daniels lays a boot
into the challenger's head. The screen dissolves to a UWF logo and
quickly dissolves back to the action, as Daniels wraps a steel chair
around the kneecap of The Last American Badass, while Dan Kidd
distracts
him. Daniels perches himself up on the second turnbuckle and leaps off
slamming his foot down on the chair and snapping it shut down on the
kneecap. We dissolve to the UWF logo and then quickly back to moments
later, as Daniels wraps up Martinez's knee and snaps back into an S.T.F
submission, wrenching back on that leg. Kidd fends off the officials
and
Tim Vexton as he wields that lead pipe of his. The pain is apparent on
Martinez's face as he cries out. Daniels runs his mouth as he continues
the hold.]

SD: Don't you get it Martinez? You can't win... I always win...

[The World champ finally relinquishes his grip and quickly rolls over
so
that he is looking Martinez in the eyes.]

SD: Good luck making it to Gold Rush, you piece of [BLEEP]!

[And with that, Daniels stares him straight in the eye and spits into
the
face of The Last American Badass. The Unitron dissolves back to a live
shot of The Pride in the ring. Daniels is just grinning, quite proud of
his actions. The crowd has had enough and let Daniels know what
everyone's known for years...

"ASS-HOOOOLE! ASS-HOOOOLE! ASS-HOOOOLE! ASS-HOOOOLE!"

"ASS-HOOOOLE! ASS-HOOOOLE! ASS-HOOOOLE! ASS-HOOOOLE!"

"ASS-HOOOOLE! ASS-HOOOOLE! ASS-HOOOOLE! ASS-HOOOOLE!"

"ASS-HOOOOLE! ASS-HOOOOLE! ASS-HOOOOLE! ASS-HOOOOLE!"

Fighting the urge to laugh it up, Daniels finally begins to speak.]

SD: There are some people out there who might think that I am afraid of
Alex Martinez...

[Scott pauses, as the crowd pops loudly, agreeing with the fact. Dan
Kidd
mouths off at the fans as Daniels sneers.]

SD: As evidenced by what we just saw, nothing could be further from the
truth. And I look forward to proving you all wrong at Gold Rush. Alex
Martinez is a big, bad man. Some say he is dangerous. Some go as far as
to say he's a monster...

[Daniels smirks as he wraps an arm around Dan Kidd giving his friend a
quick playful hug.]

SD: Well meet the monster killers.

[Daniels and Kidd high five one another, each very proud of their
actions
last week.]

SD: Last week Alex, you played right into my hands like the predictable
lout I thought you were. Now, I'm not saying that Alex Martinez isn't a
man to be taken lightly. Nothing could be further from the truth, and
frankly, I've already done that once. Last time Alex, I underestimated
you. I am man enough to admit that. But unlike you Martinez, I possess
the ability to learn from my mistakes. And that is why you are being
systematically taken out. It started last week with your knee...
Tonight,
after Dan and Derek are done with you, God only knows what part will go
next. And that is, of course, if you can hobble your fat ass out here.

[The crowd boo's... A chant of "MAR-TI-NEZ! MAR-TI-NEZ!" breaks out.]

SD: You appear to have everything going for you Martinez... You have
the
strength and you have the size. You have the momentum. You have the
sheep
behind you...

["MAR-TI-NEZ! MAR-TI-NEZ! MAR-TI-NEZ! MAR-TI-NEZ!"

"MAR-TI-NEZ! MAR-TI-NEZ! MAR-TI-NEZ! MAR-TI-NEZ!"

"MAR-TI-NEZ! MAR-TI-NEZ! MAR-TI-NEZ! MAR-TI-NEZ!"

"MAR-TI-NEZ! MAR-TI-NEZ! MAR-TI-NEZ! MAR-TI-NEZ!"]

SD: ... You won Road to the Gold... You've attained success everywhere
you've been... But it ends at Gold Rush Mr. Last American Badass,
because
I will be damned before I let you take this here title at the biggest
show of the year. I have toiled for nine years to make this title worth

a
damn.

[Scott pulls the UWF World Heavyweight title off of his waist and holds
it up, staring at his reflection in the gold plate.]

SD: Anyone worth a damn that has ever stepped into a UWF ring has gone
up
against me and came up short. Kauffman. Augustine. Ronnie D. Annis.
Winston. Keening. Brown. Reed. One Winged Angel. Kidd. Martinez, who
else
do I have to namedrop before you realize that you are out of your
league
when you step into the ring against me?

[The crowd doesn't appreciate the history lesson and continues to taunt
the champ.]

SD: When it comes down to it, I don't have your brute force Alex. But
what I lack in size I more than make up for it in passion, cunning and
desire. This world title means everything to me. I have sacrificed just
about anything of value in my life to get to this position I am at
now...
So just think for a moment Alex, or have Alex Extreme explain it to
you,
that if I've done the unthinkable to get to the title...

[Daniels glances back over at the belt and cocks that Cheshire cat
smile.]

SD: Just think what I'll do to hold onto it...

[Scott faces the crowd, posing with the belt as Kidd and Landis applaud
like jerks. Derek Martin however doesn't share their sentiment,
motioning
to Daniels for the mic.]

DR: Martin obviously wants to speak his mind.

SS: Dammit, Derek, this is Scott's time... let him enjoy it.

AM: I'm no fan of Derek Martin, but I think you know as well as I do
what
Martin wants to say, Sam.

SS: Yeah... and it will ruin everything.

[Daniels hesitates, but Martin motions with his hand. Scott senses
Martin
won't relent and passes the mic over to him, but it does appear that
the
leader of The Pride is not happy to do so. Martin ignores his Pride
stablemates and speaks.]

DM: These guys may have their fish they want to fry, but I've got one
as
well. And I don't give a damn about where they stand on things or where
they think I stand in The Pride.

Brett Greene...

[Pop!]

DM: I've been playing around with you long enough. Now we're gonna
really
get down to business. It's time for the rubber match, so to speak. And
at
Gold Rush, Brett.

[POP!]

DR: Martin has just issued a challenge to face Brett Greene at Gold
Rush!

SS: Why?! I mean... it's just been Brett testing you, Martin! Yeah,
that's it!

AM: You don't sound so sure about that, Sam.

[Dan Kidd looks ready to move forward to confront Martin, but Daniels
holds him back and looks like he's about to speak. But Martin confronts
him before Scott can say a word.]

DM: No, Scott... you know damn well that Brett Greene has been a pain
in
the ass and I'm not just gonna back off from him because you say so!
You
think for a minute if you...

[Suddenly, an amplified voice booms out.]

BG: Hold it, hold it, hold it Derek. Don't talk about me in the third
person. I'm standin' right here.

[After a second to process what's happened, the whole arena - including
the Pridesmen in the ring - seems to notice at once that Brett is
standing at the top of the aisle, holding a microphone. The reactions
differ wildly - the fans cheer raucously, while Derek Martin fumes in
the
ring and makes as if to head up towards his rival. A concerned looking
Scott Daniels puts out a hand to restrain him.]

AM: Brett Greene is here! You can sense the tension in the air!

SS: It's, uh... he's just here to congratulate Derek on passing the
test.
By challenging him to a Gold Rush match. Shows his courage.

DR: Sam, when it comes to the Pride, I don't think you live in the same
world as the rest of us.

[Back to the action, and Greene clearly is pleased to be getting such a
positive reaction.]

BG: You want a rubber match, Derek? And you want it at Gold Rush? Well,
let's just see what these fans think of that idea.

[Brett holds the mic out in the air, hoping to catch on the mic some of
the crowd's reaction to this suggested match. As expected, they cheer
wildly for the prospect of seeing these two finally settle the score,
one
way or the other. Martin nods impatiently, waiting for Brett to simply
accept his challenge. Greene, meanwhile, pulls the mic back down and
points directly at Martin.]

BG: You want it... these fans want it... You've got it!

[Pop!]

BG: On one condition.

[At this, the pop dissipates, and the crowd reacts with some
confusion.]

BG: You see, our previous two matches didn't exactly have what I'd call

a
conclusive finish. Seems like one or t'other of us was getting
disqualified on some technicality. And that... that just plain ain't
satisfying.

So here's how it's going to be. Gold Rush... live from Detroit... it'll
be Brett Greene and Derek Martin, one-on-one, only on

Pay Per View!

And it'll be no disqualifications.

[And now, the crowd roars at the idea that no only will the two get a
rubber match, but that anything will be legal in that match! In the
ring,
although the rest of the Pride looks more than a bit worried at this
development, the one who perhaps should be worried, Derek Martin,
instead
has an evil grin on his face and seems genuinely pleased to accept the
offer.]

DR: My God! Not only do we have a challenge made for Gold Rush... but
it's for a no-disqualifications match!

AM: Still think it's just a test, Sam?

SS: Just... just shut up, Red. Just shut up.

AM: Nice one.

[Back up at the top of the aisle, Greene waits for the reaction to die
down just enough so that he can be heard, but the crowd is still
buzzing
as he begins to speak.]

BG: Well, judging by that smug look on your face, I'd assume you
accept.
So I got one more idea... why wait 'til Gold Rush?

[Quickly dropping the microphone, Brett starts running up the aisle
towards the ring! Martin prepares himself, firmly planting his feet and
putting up his fists to get ready for a brawl. The crowd just gets more
and more excited as Greene dives into the ring - but Martin has
suckered
him in, and is stomping away at him!]

AM: Still think it's just a test, Sam?

SS: ...

DR: Gold Rush has come early here... and I must say the rest of the
Pride
don't seem to know what to do about this fight.

[Indeed they don't. You can see that Landis and Kidd are itching to get
involved, but they are being held back by a somber looking Hotspot,
while
Kari Stevens wisely exits the ring. Daniels orders The Cornerstones out
of the ring so that Brett and Derek can sort it out themselves.]

AM: And once again, Scott Daniels will do nothing to prevent this
implosion within Pride.

DR: To be fair Amy, Brett Greene is not a current Pride member. But the
world champ insists this issue lies with Brett and

Derek, and clearly does not wish to be caught in the middle.

AM: Well whether he likes it or not, he is Dave. He is.

[As Landis and Kidd slowly exit the ring and take position next to Kari
at ringside, Martin lays a few more stomps into Greene but slowly the
Louisianan superstar gets to his feet, and Martin switches to big
right-handed haymakers. Even this doesn't keep Greene down for long,
and
soon he is firing a punch back for each Martin hits him with! It's a
standoff as neither man is giving an inch!]

SS: Look at them go! This is so hard for me to watch! Poor Scott, to
have
to stand there and see his two friends act like this.

AM: If he were a real friend to either man, he'd be putting a stop to
this instead of standing there watching.

[Indeed, Daniels hasn't left the ring. He's standing against the ropes,
watching, stone-faced. Dan Kidd has had enough, and grabs a steel
chair.
He attempts to slide into the ring with it, but Daniels kicks the chair
away and glares at the Pridesman. Kidd curses to himself as he rejoins
Tom. Martin and Greene continue to have a go at one another, firing
shots
back and forth. Greene begins to get the better of "Dead End" though,
and
backs Martin to the ropes and levels him with a haymaker than knocks
Martin down to his knees.]

DR: Derek Martin down! Brett Greene isn't finished with him though as
he
is- LOOK OUT!

[As Greene draws closer to the downed Martin, "Dead End" springs at
Greene with vengeance, shooting for both of Greene's legs as he
attempts
to spear the Baton Rouge native to the mat. Unfortunately for Martin,
that sets him up perfectly for Brett's trademark finisher.]

DR: BRETT BOMB!

[Using Martin's momentum against him, he is able to swing the big man
up
over his shoulder and quickly plant him back on the mat with the
inverted
body slam. The crowd pops loudly accordingly, as Greene grins.]

SS: Oh, I think I'm going to be sick.

[As Martin rolls on the mat, Greene is quick to notice that steel chair
on the mat that was kicked away by Scott Daniels. Hotspot, leans
against
the ropes, looking disapprovingly at his close friend. That coy smile
grows on Greene's face and he slowly bends over and lifts the chair off
of the mat, much to the crowd's delight.]

SS: Oh no! This can't be good!

DR: Brett Greene is looking to take Martin out of the tag team match
later tonight, or even the Gold Rush match these two just set up!

AM: Daniels doesn't look happy.

[Brett and Scott exchange glances. The stone-faced Daniels slowly
shakes
his head "no". Brett holds the chair up, asking the crowd what they
think. He gets an overwhelmingly popular vote from the fans. Brett
shrugs
and grins, turning his attention back to Martin who is picking himself
up
off the mat slowly.]

DR: Brett Greene doesn't care that his friend just told him not to do
it!
He's going to lay out Derek Martin right here and now!

[As Martin slowly returns to his feet, Daniels finally makes a move.
Scott steps towards Brett and grabs a hold of the chair, preventing
Greene from taking the shot.]

SS: What the hell?!?

AM: This reeks of a typical Pride setup! I bet Scott wants to be the
one
that waffles Derek with that chair. You can tell that he's been wanting
to ever since the day Martin was seen talking to Luke Kinsey.

[Daniels makes Brett lower the chair. Scott looks into his friend's
eyes.]

SD: Not tonight Brett.

[Brett ponders the thought as Martin is now backing up. Scott steps in
between the two.]

BG: Sorry Scott, but this guy's getting his ass kicked one way or the
other. It's either me or him Scott. Are you going to turn your back on
a
fifteen year friendship? For him?

[Brett looks Scott dead in the eye. You can see the champ reviewing
everything in his mind. He's thinking... And Scott slowly nods, and
steps
back out of the way.

BG: Good choice.

[Brett turns back to Derek and raises the chair. Having shaken off the
cobwebs, Martin is up and sees the chair as it swings towards his
skull.

___________WHAMMY!___________

Brett however didn't see that Pride-breaker coming.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"]

DR: My God! Scott Daniels just laid his best friend out with a
Pridebreaker!

[Martin is still standing as he watches Daniels lunge at Greene and
plant
him with a text-book Pridebreaker, slamming Greene's chin down across
the
World title that hangs off the shoulder of Hotspot. The crowd turns on
Scott, boo'ing loudly as his best friends lies on the mat clutching at
his jaw. The somber faced Daniels runs a hand through his hair as he
stands over Greene. He is handed the mic back by Kari Stevens. Landis
and
Kidd can't believe it on the outside, they look as confused as everyone
in the crowd (well, the ones that aren't booing). Martin eyes over the
fallen Greene and Daniels, perhaps unsure as to what precisely
happened.
Scott raises the mic to his mouth as he looks down at Brett and points
over to Martin.]

SD: He never told me to choose Brett...

The facts are simple. When you came back to the Universal Wrestling
Federation after all those years of retirement, you should have taken
your rightful place in The Pride. I brought you out so you could do
that,
but what did you do Brett? You embarrassed me by choosing rather to
take
up an issue with this man right here than stand by my side. Then you
have
me on your Greene Room show, and instead of talking about the things
that
mattered, you used the time to further instigate this issue you have
with
Derek, at my expense. You made me look bad Brett.

This man... He never told me to choose a side. Instead of begging for
approval, he took it right to you Brett. And while I know he didn't
like
the fact that I wanted to stay out of it, the fact is I wasn't... You
made this decision real easy for me the night you came back and acted
like a selfish prick at The Pride's expense.

[Scott glances over to Derek.]

SD: I just had to be sure where his loyalties lied. Derek... The only
thing I have to say to you is that I am truly sorry that I ever
compared
you to this ingrate here.

[He turns his attention back to Brett who is clenches his fists.]

SD: You are not the next Brett Greene. You are capable of so much
better
than that.

[Scott kneels down and looks Brett in his eyes as Greene pulls himself
up
to one knee.]

SD: Anyone can be better than Brett Greene... And just remember Brett.
You brought this on yourself.

[As the look of betrayed rage swoons over the Louisiana native's face,
Brett lunges forward at his "best friend", but is cut off by Derek
Martin's boot planting firmly into his face. The crowd lets Pride have
it
as Greene flies back down to the mat. Kidd and Landis roll into the
ring.
As Greene is down, Martin and Daniels begin to lay kicks into him, and
The Cornerstones quickly join in.]

DR: This is sick! It's a four on one beat down on Brett Greene!

SS: Good! He deserves it!

AM: Five minutes ago you were singing his praises Sam!

SS: Yeah, well five minutes ago, I thought he was cool with The Pride.
Things change.

[Brett struggles to get to a vertical base, but the constant kicks and
stomps from the four Pride members are too much for him to overcome.
Martin is sure to get an extra special hard kick to the ribcages that
sounds out through the arena.]

DR: This is a mugging! Greene might not even be able to make it to the
main event tonight if Pride have their way.

AM: I especially love the way Landis and Kidd are joining in. They're
just flying by the seat of their pants, they had no clue what was going
on.

SS: Remember, that's one of the things that make Pride great. It's
their
ability to adapt to what goes on around them, and right now that is the
execution of Brett Greene.

[Martin climbs atop of Greene and hammers him with his fists, letting
loose an apparently large amount of frustration. A trickle of blood
spills out of Brett's forehead after the repeated shots from "Dead
End".
Daniels is sure to taunt Brett too while he is on the receiving end of
things. The crowd suddenly pops big time, because Scott Daniels' Gold
Rush opponent, as well as Brett Greene's partner latter tonight, storms
down the aisle.]

DR: Alex Martinez! The crowd is going crazy!

SS: Who invited Sasquatch to this party?

[Wasting no time in getting to the ring, "The Last American Badass"
leaps
up to the apron. Sensing the inappropriate crowd reaction, Daniels
turns
to see his enemy coming. His eyes get wide like a deer in headlights,
and
he quickly drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, making sure to
bring that title with him. Kari Stevens screams as Martinez climbs
inside
the ring and plants a hard fist to the back of Kidd's head that knocks
the British export down to the mat. Tom Landis isn't any luckier as he
walks right into the meaty grip of the pissed off seven foot giant.]

DR: Martinez has Landis!

AM: FIREBOMB!

[Martinez impales Landis to the mat with the Firebomb choke slam. Derek
Martin has relented his attack on Greene and wisely chooses to relocate
to the outside of the ring with Scott and Kari as they start backing up
the aisle. Martinez roars at the Pride to come back to the ring and
fight. Dan Kidd reaches in and helps roll Landis to the floor and
quickly
assists him away from the ring.]

DR: Alex Martinez just saved Brett Greene, and now he's calling for all
four Pride members to come back to the ring.

SS: I don't think that will be happening.

AM: Because they are scared Sam. Scott Daniels wants nothing to do with
Alex Martinez, and it's pretty blatant that he's scared of the big man.

SS: They'll get a piece of him later tonight in that tag team match.

DR: But what shape will Greene and Martinez be in for that match? Brett
is busted open right now, and even though he ran to the ring just now,
you can see that Martinez has a visible limp, a result of that vile
pipeshot last Rampage. I'd hate to say it, but the ball might be in the
Pride's court later tonight.

[Daniels stands halfway up the aisle, locked in a stare down with the
angry Martinez. All he can do is slap that world title belt over his
shoulder and point to it, sending a message to Alex. Martinez sneers
and
runs his hands over his hips, signifying that will be the belt's new
home
in just a few short weeks.]

DR: We have a heated scene here in Milwaukee folks! We'll try to get
order restored, in the meantime we have to cut away for the moment!

[The camera cuts to the Bradley Center's backstage area. Here, we pick
up
on Chad Grimsson walking down the hallway, keeping to himself. Dressed
in
a pair of ripped and faded blue jeans, a white wifebeater with a red
anarchy sign spray-painted on the front, black engineer boots, and
black
leather chaps, Chad moves as though he is heading somewhere with a
purpose.]

Chad: [looking up on his left shoulder] Now, I'm asking you about this
one more time, are you sure about this?

V: Positive. Sabbath's got Frost to deal with, so Irons is really our
best bet.

[Pan up and left to reveal the source of the woman's voice. A young
woman seated on Chad's shoulder.

"Twilight Angel" Sonya Benedict.

She's dressed in a short-sleeved black "Dawn of Chaos" t-shirt, camo
patterned shorts, and combat boots. Her black hair with small pink
streak, while messy from her fight with Angel earlier, still falls
straight down her back.]

Chad: Okay. I'll trust your judgment on this. If you say this Irons guy
can help, then it's worth checking out.

[Sonya smiles.]

SB: I really don't think he'll say no anyway. Besides, if there's
anyone
in this company that I'd trust to watch out for me besides you and
Erik,
it would be him.

[Chad chuckles a bit at this comment.]

Chad: Any particular reason why you trust him so much?

SB: I've seen the tapes, and know what he's capable of. He's beaten
some
of the very best in this business, Chad. And above all, he's always
maintained a high level of dignity.

Chad: [Laughing] For starters, I thought I was able to count on you as
someone who didn't waste their time with tapes. Secondly, how do you
know
I wasn't referring to Erik?

[And now it's Sonya's turn to laugh.]

SB: Didn't say I used the tapes for research. I _was_ a fan once, you
know.

[Another smile.]

SB: Even got to go to a few shows he was fighting on during the time I
was training.

Chad: Well, that sounds all good and well to me. Hopefully, he'll be
able
to keep an eye on you while Erik and I have our hands full.

SB: [teasing] Well then quit worrying and let's find out.

[And speak of the devil...]

"Find out what?"

[Chad and Sonya stop, as a doorway swings open in front of them. Sonya
drops down from the shoulder of the Sons of Cacophony member, and steps
aside...

...Allowing Chad Grimsson to come face-to-face with the "War Machine"
Corey Irons.

A moment passes before Chad breaks the silence.]

Chad: Just the man we wanted to see.

[Irons remains standing in front of the Pit Monster, showing neither a
hint of emotion nor curiosity. Another moment passes before he gives a
gesture with his hand, seemingly a sign for Chad to continue.]

Chad: Look, man, I'm not going to waste your time. Thing is, I'm in a
bit
of a bind and the girl here says you can help.

[Sonya just nods her head in agreement.]

Chad: As you may or may not know, my brother and I are in a dog fight
with Annis and Caliban that seems to get more intense by the second.
The
way I see it, that makes us fair game and we accept that. There's no
doubt in my mind that Erik and I can take whatever they've got.

[Chad pauses for a moment, and looks over at Sonya.]

Chad: But Sonya? Well, she's got nothing to do with this war. But Annis
and Caliban are two guys who would drag her into it without hesitation
to
try and get into my head.

[He taps his forefinger at Irons' chest, whose unblinking eyes remain
emotionless.]

Chad: Well, that isn't going to happen. Under any circumstances. But at
the same time, I don't have eyes in the back of my head and I can't be
everywhere at once. It's at those times that I need someone to count on
to cover for me. That's where I was hoping you could help me out. I've
heard you know how to handle yourself and Sonya seems to trust you, so
that's why I'm here.

[Irons' eyes widen, appearing at least somewhat surprised at the
gesture.]

CI: Chad...

You talk as if this "war" of yours is going to end once the Hands of
Death have been dealt with. But let me ask you...

Have you ever wondered who will come after you _next_?

Making enemies... and establishing rivalries is the nature of the beast
we call our lives. Even if Annis and Caliban leave Sonya alone, who's
to
say those you confront afterwards will do the same?

Come hell or high water, someone will come after her, Chad. Only this
time, you'll have thrown my name into the mix as well.

And for every enemy you make, I'll have made one too.

Do you think I want that?

[Chad nods his head understandingly, knowing where Irons is coming
from.]

Chad: Look, I know I may be asking a lot, but I'm kind of backed into a
corner on this one. Besides, it's not like I'm just going to drop one
of
the most important people in my life off at your doorstep and run. I'll
be around, you can bet on that. Meaning, that if you ever need me for
anything, all you have to do is ask.

[Irons nods.]

CI: I'm just making sure you've thought everything through. But see,
all
I'm saying is that your enemies won't let me stop them from getting at
Sonya. I know this. And when it happens... when it's _my_ blood on
their hands... you're telling me that you've got me covered?

[Chad again nods his head.]

Chad: Don't worry, man, you got me. If you need me to back you up, I'll
be there.

[With that, he sticks out a hand.]

CI: Then you have yourself a deal.

[Irons accepts the handshake. He nods at Chad, who pats Sonya on the
back and gives her a kiss, before walking off, leaving Sonya with her
newfound friend.]

CI: Well, can't say I saw this coming.

SB: Yeah, sorry to catch you off-guard like this.

CI: You don't need to apologize. Chad's got his hands full with the
Hands of Death. You've got Angel to take care of. And I'm going full
steam ahead on Trey DeMann. Either way, you know I'm not the type to
turn my back if Chad's adversaries see you as bait.

[Sonya smiles.]

SB: Thanks. I knew we could count on you.

[Corey laughs.]

CI: Speaking of Angel, I saw what you did earlier.

[Sonya's eyes narrow almost immediately at the mention of her rival.
As
well, her voice harshens just a bit more.]

SB: She pushed me too far, Corey. Inevitably costing me my first match
back in months was the last straw.

CI: You don't need to explain your actions to me. You did what you had
to, so I won't pass judgment...

Just deal with her and be done with it.

[Another, smaller smile creases Sonya's lips.]

SB: It's good to know there's some people in this company that know
where
I'm coming from. But what I did to Angel tonight was only the
beginning.
She crossed the line, and sooner or later, she's going to pay for it.
Tonight was just an appetizer.

[And as the two continue to talk, we fade to ringside. Thankfully,
order
has indeed been restored and the Pride has left the area en masse.
Martinez and Greene are just heading back into the locker rooms as we
cut
down to ringside and the announce team.]
____ ___ __ _____________
| | \/ \ / \_ _____/
S | | /\ \/\/ /| __) SATURDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE
N | | / \ / | \.........................
R |______/ \__/\ / \___ / Writer: Mike Beeby
\/ \/

CRUISERWEIGHT SINGLES ACTION:
Jamie Underwood versus L. Dan Dee
......................................................

DH: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing
first,
hailing from Albany, New York...

["Nightrain" by Guns N Roses blasts over the PA system. Two green
lights
begin flashing around the arena as twenty-three year old Jamie
Underwood
steps out from behind the curtain and into the arena.]

DH: Weighing in at one hundred and ninety-seven pounds, he's a former
Rampage Champion...

JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE UUUUUUUUNDERWOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

[Jamie is wearing his usual ring attire consisting of long red and
black
chequered tights, black boots, red wristbands and a black elbow pad on
his right arm, plus his lucky gold chain around his neck. He strides
out
into the middle of the stage area as the crowd greets him with another
mixed response, as there are some people in the crowd supporting him
even
as others boo the former New Era star.

Underwood walks down to the ring at a brisk pace, his usual cockiness
replaced by a calm and determined expression on his face. Once beside
the ring, he rolls himself in under the bottom rope and leaps up to the
second turnbuckle, raising his arms high in the air in the process.
Quickly though he jumps down...]

SS: So what time's the funeral tomorrow?

AM: Huh?

SS: For this egomaniac once Dan Dee ends his career once and for all.

AM: I wonder if the Illuminati's taking him as lightly as you are.

[Cue Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of" as the crowd
starts booing. The lights in the arena as a bright light pulses to the
four downbeats of the song. The guitar intro picks up and lights start
to flash around the arena.]

DH: And his opponent! Standing five feet and nine inches, and weighing
in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds. He hails from Cabo San Lucas,
Mexico and is accompanied to the ring by his business manager, Olivia
Michaels. Here is...

LLLLLLLLLLLLLL DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[Olivia Michaels emerges from between the curtain followed by L. Dan
Dee.
Michaels is dressed in a business skirt and jacket. Her hair is pulled
back into a bun and she's carrying a legal pad. L. Dan Dee is decked
out
in his wrestling attire. He wears a full body suit that's black and
green. The outer portion of the tights is black. It starts at the
waist
and runs down the legs. The inner portion is green, mainly being the
groin and rear portion. The green also moves up towards the middle of
his upper body. He wears a black mask that has green around the eye,
nose, and mouth holes.

There's a mesh wire that actually covers the holes. He also sports
kneepads with the pad portion being green and the rest being black. He
also wears black boots with a green stripe running up the back of each
boot. Black elbowpads and black wrist tape complete the attire. LDD
also wears black kevlar gloves with silk-screened green finger bones on
them. The duo make their way to the ring, LDD bouncing on his way
down.
He slides into the ring under the bottom rope while Michaels stays
outside the ring. Their music stops playing as Jamie begins to go
right
for Dan Dee, but LDD ducks back between the ropes and uses the referee
as
a buffer zone.]

DR: Jamie doesn't want to wait, but the official's holding him back
until
the bell sounds. And there it is, Jim Junas calls for the match to
begin
and we've got a lock-up here. Armbar by Jamie to his foe right away,
Dan
Dee with a reversal and Jamie goes right into the turnbuckles to begin
the match!

SS: Give it up kid, you're out of your league.

[Dan Dee tries to trap Jamie against the ropes, but the youth fires off
several quick elbows to the face and rocks Dan Dee, knocking him a good
three steps back before exploding out of the corner with a running
clothesline. Dan Dee goes down but pops right back up, and is himself
pushed to the corner with another barrage of fists before Jamie
delivers
a knife-edge chop with much gusto. He tries a snapmare from the corner
into the middle of the ring but LDD keeps hold of the ropes and jumps
up,
bodyscissoring Jamie around the waist. He uses the ropes to push off
and
take Jamie facefirst into the mat, and an inverted facelock allows the
masked wrestler to apply a sort of dragon sleeper with the scissors
still
applied, bending Jame into quite the uncomfortable position.]

AM: Well, that's definitely not your typical submission hold... but
look
at Jamie fight to escape it.

DR: Underwood with momentum, and he's able to roll Dan Dee onto his
back... and into a pinning position!

One!

TWO!

Release by L. Dan Dee, and Jamie to his knees now.

[Olivia applauds as Dan Dee grabs Jamie and catches him with a
kneelift,
doubling the New Yorker up and tries to hit him with a piledriver. But
Jamie grabs the leg and blocks it, and then catches LDD by surprise in
the form of a lift into a kneebreaker, and then with Dan Dee on the mat
seamlessly moves into a standing toehold.]

AM: Wow, Jamie going with a little old school wrestling, which actually
may be the thing to do against L. Dan Dee.

SS: How's that gonna help against the greatest luchador in the world
today?

AM: I can't answer that one, but luckily Jamie's only facing L. Dan Dee
tonight.

SS: Hah hah.

[Jamie drags Dan Dee to a standing position again and drills him with a
hard shot to the side of the head, then as he staggers Jamie comes off
the ropes and spears Dan Dee through the ropes! LDD falls to the outer
apron but catches himself before he goes right to the floor, but Jamie
sails up and over him to the floor with an attempted sunset flip
powerbomb off the apron. Dan Dee struggles to hang on despite the
pulling, and manages a kick to the back of Jamie's head which knocks
him
off to the dasher boards.]

DR: Flying fistdrop by L. Dan Dee- UNDERWOOD WITH A STANDING DROPKICK
TO
THE STOMACH!

AM: And listen to the crowd, they're beginning ever so slightly to get
behind Jamie now.

SS: Please, this is Milwaukee. They like losers here.

[Jamie grabs Dan Dee and pulls him up, throws him back into the ring
and
doesn't waste time climbing to the apron also. He leaps off with a
springboard legdrop, coming down across the back of Dan Dee's neck and
then after rolling him over tries for the pin.

1!

2!

Kickout!]

SS: Dream on, Underwood.

DR: Jamie applies a headlock, dragging Dan Dee back to his feet... Back
suplex drives him into the mat! Dan Dee up now, series of kicks to the
face.

[Underwood covers up as Dan Dee proceeds to choke him with his boot
pressed up against his throat, and after Junas gives him a warning LDD
slaps Jamie in the back of the head which seems only to make him
angrier.
However it also gives Dan Dee an opening, as Jamie gets up and tries to
charge only to be caught with another kneelift and then a short-arm
clothesline takes him off his feet. Jamie crawls to the ropes and soon
has Dan Dee on his back again, trying to apply a straddle armbar but
Underwood uses the near ropes to buck Dan Dee over them and back to the
outer apron.

LDD grabs Jamie by the face and goes for a ropesnap, but Jamie instead
hooks him for a suplex back into the ring. The masked man blocks the
suplex and then tries to suplex Jamie all the way to the floor, but
likewise he blocks it and knocks Dan Dee off the apron with a forearm
to
the face.]

DR: Jamie sends his opponent to the outside, now heading to the top
turnbuckle...

FROG SPLASH TO THE FLOOR!

[Jamie pops back to his feet as the crowd unleashes a pop in
appreciation
of his efforts, while Olivia Michaels begins to yell at the referee
from
the other side of the ring. A heavily dazed LDD is returned to the
ring
and Jamie climbs to the top rope, preparing to drop the bomb onto his
opponent and drops into his split-legged moonsault only to be surprised
with a last second knee pull-up by Dan Dee!]

SS: Sucker! L. Dan Dee was just playing possum.

AM: I seriously doubt that, he's not exactly getting up too quickly
here.

SS: Who are you to doubt L. Dan Dee?

AM: Stop saying that!

[LDD slowly picks himself up, but Jamie beats him to his feet by a
matter
of seconds and grabs the masked man for a suplex. Dan Dee again
escapes
with a shot to the stomach, and an inverted atomic drop leaves Jamie on
wobbly legs while LDD goes to the second turnbuckle. He tries to hit a
flying version of the Russian Sickle, and Jamie stuns him with a kick
to
the stomach and in no time takes LDD down with a STO-style faceplant,
bouncing the Illuminati member off the mat. Jamie struggles to hook
the
leg...

1!

2!

KICKOUT!]

DR: Jamie Underwood nearly scores a pinfall, and switches now into a
Fujiwara armbar! He's clamping down on the luchador-

AM: Ahem.

DR: -alleged luchador, sorry. I think Underwood would be just as happy
with a tap-out victory as he would a pinfall here, Dan Dee's trying to
pull and reach for the ropes though.

[LDD struggles and reaches to the rope for the break, but Jamie hangs
back and gives the Fujiwara every little bit of strain he can muster
before Junas steps in and breaks it off. LDD slowly gets to one knee
and
Jamie applies a side headlock to position for a bulldog, but a blatant
kick to the crotch reduces Jamie to his knees and Dan Dee almost kicks
his head off with a vicious straight-leg kick to the back of the head.

Underwood crumples to the mat and clutches at his head as L. Dan Dee
drops a standing version of the corkscrew legdrop and reaches over to
throw on a kneebar to Underwood. Jamie pounds the mat in pain and
tries
to push himself over to block the pain, and Dan Dee releases the
kneebar
to reposition and apply a reverse chinlock. Jamie continues to
struggle
and fight, but Dan Dee rolls him backwards and into a cradle pin.

1!

2!

Shoulder up!]

DR: Jamie Underwood with an escape!

AM: Michaels can't believe he kicked out, she seemed sure that was it.

DR: L. Dan Dee back to his feet now, standing headscissors position on
Jamie Underwood, he jumps and really rang Jamie's bell with that!

SS: Can't hurt what's not really working there to begin with.

[Dan Dee delivers a loud chop across Jamie's upper chest and sends him
to
the ropes, but as he comes forward Underwood suddenly grabs him with
one
arm around the throat and the other between the legs for a t-bone
suplex,
taking LDD hard to the mat! The masked wrestler gets up fairly fast,
but
walks into a hotshot along the top rope...

Then as Jamie ducks under a wild punch from LDD he traps him into a
pumphandle position, lifts him up across his shoulder and drops down to
plant Dan Dee headfirst into the mat with a Michinoku Driver-type
move!]

DR: IT'S THE JAMIE DRIVER! Underwood hooks a leg...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

YES! HE GOT THE PIN!

["Nightrain" hits the PA system to a fairly decent pop from the crowd,
and Jamie gets back to his feet. Within seconds however, Strictly
Business makes a beeline down from the locker room and streaks towards
the ring. Jamie spots them coming though and slides through the ropes
to
safety as Tucker and Sebastian make it to the ring. Jamie gives a bit
of
a smirk as he heads up the aisle to the back, the former tag champions
trash talking him as Olivia Michaels checks on the condition of Dan
Dee.]

DH: Here is your winner...

JAAAAAAAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNDERRRRRRRWOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

DR: Jamie strikes another blow in his campaign of revenge against the
Illuminati, and gets the win over L. Dan Dee here tonight.

AM: I'm no fan of the guy, but this is a little bit of justice here for
all he's suffered through.

SS: Sleep with one eye open, Underwood!

DR: As Jamie celebrates his win here, we've got comments from other
members of the Illuminati that were actually recorded before Meltdown
this week. Take a look.

[SCENE: A trendy night club, deep in the bowels of some seedy city. The
camera lingers on the outside of the club, then fades in to a door with
"VIP" on it in big white block letters. The door opens to a plush
palace
of pimpitude. Leather couches, suede couches, pleather couches, couches
everywhere! Golden buckets of iced champagne, dark carpetting, off
white
walls with black lights mounted on them. I dunno, I suppose that's what
VIP rooms look like. In the center of it all, The Caaaaaaauuuuussssee
Of
All This, is one Luke Kinsey. The Loose Cannon is dressed to the nines:
charcoal black suit with thin pinstripes, light yellow shirt, black and
yellow silk tie. Wingtips, cufflinks, you name it and he's got it! And
yes, that's Joey~! on the floor, face down in a puddle of bodily
fluids.]

LK: Alex Kidd, Alex Kidd. What have I ever done to make you treat me so
disrespectfully?

[The Loose Cannon sits back and crosses one leg over the other, taking
a
sip of his champagne glass.]

LK: Unlike you, Alex, I don't ask people to respect my attitude. I
don't
try to impress people with my upstanding moral fiber. Nah.

[Kinsey smirks.]

LK: I revel in my own bad attitude. I take pride in the fact that of
all
the lowlifes in the all the world, ain't nobody who's as low as me...
and
there's no one as rich because of it. I figured out a long, long time
ago
that it matters where you get, not how you get there. By now, I would
have expected you to figure that lesson out, but once again you
disappoint me. You disrespect me by not taking into account my very rat
f[BLEEP!] nature.

Am I a man of my word?

I most assuredly am. I gave you _one_ Get Out Of Jail free card, and
that
was it. I let you go one time, because I respected your inring work
ethic... but I lured you into the trap a second time because I also
respect your infantile mind. You think because I was nice to you once,
I'll be nice to you the next time. That's not how the world works, my
friend, this s[BLEEP!]'s chess, not checkers. Sometimes to make a big
win, you gotta take a small loss. You've got to plan for the future.

And you fell right into my plan. Because, well... I'm just a lot
smarter
than you. Right Joe?

[Kinsey nudges the passed out J~! Man with his wing tip, and the
drunkard
lifts his right hand and gives a thumbs up, not moving the rest of
himself.]

LK: And that's what the Illuminati was built on. Intelligence. We're
not
just better than you, we're smarter than you... and not too proud to
point that out, I might add. That's the difference between us and Alex
Kidd. Or, us and Alex Extreme. Or us and Alex Martinez.

Pretty much anyone named Alex is someone the Illuminati is better than.

[Off to the right, a figure enters, clad in a pair of black slacks and
a
gray, long-sleeved collared shirt. His long blonde hair is pulled back
into a tight ponytail, and he's got a glass bottle of MGD in his hand.
We quickly realize this man is fellow Illuminati member, Andrew "Flash"
Tucker.]

LK: Can you think of anyone else we're better than?

AT: Hell, Luke, I'd be hard-pressed to find somebody that we're NOT
better than.

An' I'm not just basin' that on God-given talent, 'cuz Lord knows we're
far and above anybody else in that. I'm talkin' 'bout the fact that
we've all been around this game a _long_ time. We're not blinded by
the
glitz an' glamour o' bein' a bonafide celebrity. We're also not
blinded
by the lies an' good ole' Bee-Ess spewed by the suits on the top floor
of
the UWF Towers.

[Tucker spits, narrowly missing the prone J~! Man.]

AT: Alex, consider this my opportunity as an upstanding member o' this
community to educate you on a couple o' things.

First...

[Tucker raises an index finger.]

AT: ...You should prolly know that the powers that be in this company
don't give a good Goddamn about you. They'll use you for a cheap pop,
until you blow a knee out, or get a stinger, or God knows what, then
they'll reject your insurance claim. Push you out like yesterday's
trash.

Hell, Alex, they're already workin' on gettin' you outta this sport.

The first an' last step in doin' that was puttin' your name opposite
mine
on that card this week.

[A smirk.]

AT: Secondly...

[Tucker adds his middle finger to the index finger.]

AT: ...If you had any sort o' pipe dreams 'bout puttin' my blades to
the
boards this week, you're sorely mistaken. I ain't sure if you remember
too well, Alex, but before I ever did this tag team gig, I was one o'
the
premier solo talents in this business.

Kickin' ass is somethin' I can do _all_ alone.

An' it's somethin' I'll be happy to show ya' on Saturday.

[Tucker takes a swig of his beer, no longer interested in the camera.]

LK: Drew's said enough for both of us. Alex Kidd... you're in the bulls
eye, sparky. We've got you surrounded at all times, whether you know it
or not and there ain't a whole lot you can do about it. Y'see, we know
what we're after and we know what it takes to get it.

We'd just prefer if you did the work for us.

[Kinsey finishes the glass and throws it behind him, listening to it
shatter on the wall and narrowly miss Tucker.]

LK: But for my good friend Alex Extreme?

This is a little personal. Alex Extreme is one of the few people who
can
say that he was there back when. Back when Luke Kinsey weren't nothin'
but a no good punk making dick jokes with Juan Vasquez and taking
veiled
shots at people, talking loud and just hoping someone'll listen.

Five years later, I'm still making dick jokes, taking veiled shots and
talking loud, but Jessica Marshall is paying me a s[BLEEP!]load of
money
to have the _priviledge_ of listening to it. You and I have been
through
the ringer, a long time ago in a promotion far away, and frankly
Alex...

...I don't want to see you die. Honestly. You're a good man. And when
this whole wrestling song and dance is over, when I've made my money
and
you've paid your last hospital bill, I look forward to having a beer or
thirty with you and reminiscing about all the times I kicked your ass.
At
this point in time, I got nothing new to hold against you. So I'm gonna
do what I did for Alex Kidd, the first time... Get Out Of Jail Free.
When
our match comes around, I'll go in there with a few specific goals in
mind. I want to work on a few things, and when I'm satisfied?

I'll let you leave. Seriously. When I get a decent workout, I'll let
you
know that you can leave and I swear to God, from one friend to another,
I'll letcha go unscathed. You won't see Flash, you won't see Cash, you
won't see LDD, Joey~! or myself. You can go back to your homies, say
you
lucked out this one time and that'll be that. No hard feelings, no
hospitable bills, I won't have to kick the s[BLEEP!] out of A-Mart
again,
nothing.

I'll let you go scott free, Alex, honest.

[With that, Luke leans into the camera and grins, silently chuckling
while he moves back.]

LK: Would a face like this ever lie to you?

[The image suddenly switches from being clear to somewhat blurry, until
the camera zooms out to reveal that the shot is now being taken from a
monitor backstage. The interview area specifically, where Peter
Phillips
stands with mic in hand. Standing next to him is "British Wonderkid"
Alex
Kidd, clad in his Wonderkid soccer jersey. Noticeably missing is the
medium length brown hair we've been accustomed to seeing him have, and
is
replaced by a scalp job, and a rather painful looking one at that as
evidenced by the many welts and gnashes on the top of his head courtesy
of Luke Kinsey and The Illuminati.]

PP: Peter Phillips here, backstage with Alex Kidd who requested this
time
to...

[Kidd uncharacteristically interrupts Phillips. You can just see in his
eyes, that he is incensed.]

AK: Requested this time to address Luke Kinsey and his Illuminati.

[Kidd faces the camera and talks right to it.]

AK: Kinsey, I was a bloody fool to think that you had what it takes to
step up and be a man. Last week, you did this to me.

[Kidd points to the unwanted haircut.]

AK: You said you did it to send a message. Well. Message received, loud
and clear. But now, Kinsey, it's my turn to fire a message back at you
and your gang of thugs. As it stands, it's you and I, one on one at
Gold
Rush. But since you like hiding behind your goons Luke, I want you to
bring them all to the ring with you. I want all of the Illuminati. I
don't care if I have to take you all on four on one... I want the
Illuminati at Gold Rush.

PP: Four on one Alex? With all due respect, those are odds even you
couldn't overcome.

AK: Peter, I said if I have to... Because I know I'm not the only one
that The Illuminati has ticked off around here. So I don't think I'll
have too much of a difficult time finding partners to step into the
ring
with me.

[Kidd glares back at the camera. The Brit's eyes are just seething.]

AK: I don't care if it is four on four, or four on one. I will get
myself
some of the Illuminati at Gold Rush. I've dealt with the likes of men
like you before Kinsey, and I know precisely what I am getting myself
into. And I am perfect willing to dispatch of L. Dan Dee, Tucker and
Sebastian if it means getting my hands on you Luke.

[Kidd runs a hand through his "smooth" short hair.]

AK: Let's just say, I have all the motivation I need right here to kick
your ass at Gold Rush. Denying me isn't an option either Luke. I still
have you, one on one, if your gang decides not to show up. And I'll
find
them. Backstage, or in the parking lot. I don't care anymore. You took
it
upon yourself to bring this to a whole different level Kinsey. I'll see
to it that you regret that decision.

[Cut to the backstage area where we find Moe Owens grabbing a cup of
coffee on what is most likely a well earned break. However, as he leans
back against the wall and is about to take a sip...]

Voice: There you are, Moe! I've been looking all over for you. Come
here.
I want to show you something.

[Moe turns to see "Heavy Metal Hero" Erik Grimsson standing next to a
door leading outside the building. Erik, wearing a pair of ripped and
faded blue jeans, a black "Obituary- Slowly We Rot" longsleeve t-shirt,
and black Nike amateur wrestling shoes, is waving Moe over towards
him.]

Erik: Come on, dude. You really ought to check this out. You camera
guys
ought to come, too.

[Moe now sets his cup down on the table.]

Moe: Okay, Erik. We'll be right there. What is it?

Erik: Oh, you'll want to see this for yourself, dude. Trust me.

[Moe and a camera man follow Erik outside, where both stop dead in
their
tracks. Moe looks up in shock, the camera now showing what he is
staring
out: the Descent Into Hell structure.]

Moe: Erik...is that...what...I think...it is?

Erik: You bet it is, Moe. The structure that holds one of the most
brutal
matches in all of wrestling. I talked to some friends of mine on the
crew
and they agreed to bring it out here to Miluakee and set it up for this
very purpose. You up for a trip inside?

Moe: I don't know if that's such a good idea...

Erik: Ah, come on. Don't chicken out on me now, Owens. It'll be
awesome.
I'm telling you, you won't regret it. I'll give you a little tour.

Moe: [nervously] Okay. I guess I can go in for a little bit.

Erik: Tat's the spirit, Moe. Let's check it out.

[The three men now climb and head up to the catwalk over the top of the
structure's top cage and head inside. Once all inside, Erik walks to
the
middle of the top cage.]

EriK: You see, this is the weapons match area. Remember a few years
ago,
the beatings that Serge and Caliban gave one another in this room? They
pounded each other mercilessly until Caliban finally got the three
count
on Serge.

[Moe still seems a bit tense.]

Moe: Yes, I remember. I don't think I could ever forget it.

Erik: Me neither. Man, that was so cool. But you get the picture here.
What say we move down to the next cage?

Moe: Alright. But Erik...why are you showing me this?

Erik: Dude, keep your shirt on. Like I said before, it's a surprise.

[They now make their way down to the second cage of the structure.]

Erik: Remember this place? A few years ago, there were five tables
covered in strips of barbed wire in this cage. Both Serge and Caliban
felt the sting of going through these bad boys, but in the end, it was
Serge who won out in this area. But not without every one of those
tables
being used. Man, the thought of it makes me smile. So, shall we
continue
on?

Moe: Yes...yes, I suppose.

[They now make their way to the glass cage, where they can look down
and
see the steel structure of Hell, dirt floor and all. However, a pane of
glass has been removed from the floor of the glass cage.]

Erik: We're almost finished now. You remember this area, right, Moe?

Moe: Yes I do. It was the last of the cages, before you entered.

Erik: [nodding That's right. No real need to go into detail here,
though.
This is just a set up for what's in store beneath. So, how about it,
guys? Let's get to the crown jewel of this thing.

[Moe now is beyond nervous to pretty frightened. One can tell he
obviously does not want to make the last trip.]

Erik: Oh, don't worry, Moe. I didn't have them set up the mines or the
fire.

[After the assurance, the three men now make their way into the Hell
structure itself.]

Erik: This is it. Who could forget about what happened down here? All
the
momentum shifts, all the strong efforts made, and at the end, a
tragedy.Nothing short of a crime.

[Moe: We know what happened here, Erik. But why are you bringing us
down
here? You said you had something to show us.

Erik: Yes I did. And thank you for your patience, Moe. Anyway, why
don't
you take a look at that far wall over there.

[Erik points to it and Moe's eyes about pop out of his head in shock as
he sees Caliban chained to the wall, extremely pissed off and
struggling
ferociously to get out.]

Moe: Erik...what have you done?!

Erik: Oh, don't worry about him. I'm not going to torture him or
nothing.
I just need him to make a point.

Moe: But what kind of statement are you trying to make with this?

Erik: Well, there's a couple. For one, I want to make sure that he and
Serge know that they're in a fight with a team that isn't going to wilt
under their pressure, and can do some nasty things right back.
Secondly,
I don't want them getting the bright idea of ducking me and Chad for
our
rematch. That just isn't going to work. Thirdly, I want to use this as
my proposal to the Hands of Death. Caliban, Serge if you're watching.
Why
don't we make things interesting? How about The Hands of Death against
the Sons of Cacophony, at Gold Rush, Descent Into Hell Match? Hell, why
don't you even throw the titles in, since everything else between the
four of us seems on the line?

[Moe keeps looking back and forth between Erik and Caliban.]

Moe: You want the Hands of Death in a Descent Into Hell Match? That
could
and a career!

EriK: Yes it could. Hell, it could end more then one. But there's a
right
way of doing thins, and this is the right type of match for this feud
to
take place in. It'll let us see who really is the better team. So,
that's
what I think needs to take place.

Moe: But what if they don't agree to this?

[Erik now looks over at the very angry Caliban, still thrashing, trying
to get free of his binds.]

Erik: Oh, I'm not too worried about that. I don't think this dude here
will be very hard to convince to get in there with a chance to get at
me,
now. But anyway, we've spent enough time here. Let's get back to the
building.

Moe: But what about Caliban?

Erik: He's Serge's partner. Let him come out and release him.

[With that, Erik, Moe and the cameraman head out as the scene cuts back
to the announce crew.]

DR: Good god! Caliban has been strung up and left outside by the Sons
of
Cacophony!

SS: How d'ya suppose we missed seeing THAT THING out there?

AM: The Grimssons want the Hands of Death in a Descent into Hell
match!?!
They're more crazy than I could have imagined! We've only seen one of
these matches in the company's history before, and neither Serge nor
Caliban have ever been the same since!

DR: My god, what a turn of events the former champions have engineered
tonight! We'll certainly keep an eye on that situation out there if
anything else happens, but for the moment we've got to return to the
ring.

SS: The hired gun, baby!
____ ___ __ _____________
| | \/ \ / \_ _____/
S | | /\ \/\/ /| __) SATURDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE
N | | / \ / | \.........................
R |______/ \__/\ / \___ / Writer: Bob Morris
\/ \/

SINGLES COMPETITION:
"The Loose Cannon" Luke Kinsey versus "Mr. Excitement" Alex Extreme
......................................................

DH: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

# I JUST SAID UP YOURS BABY! #

[HUGE HEEL POP! "Electric Head pt. 2" by White Zombie fires up in the
Mellon Arena as the house lights go down and the strobe lights go up.
The entrance way explodes in a plethora of ear splitting pyro and two
pinwheel type fireworks go off on either side of the stage and right on
cue the Man of the Hour struts out, to a chorus of boos. Luke Kinsey
spins around once he fully steps out, immediately striking an
exaggerated
crotch chop/pelvic thrust combination. Behind him trails the Head
Cheerleader-slash-Shot Callah, a Mizz Jessica "Fatality" Marshall,
dressed in the appropriate business casual but still slutty skirt
suit. And alongside the duo... is Joey~!]

# Strip down core violate and paralyze #
# Flood my soul a coffee dreg - supersize #
# Slung low like a whore - yeah #
# Devil want some more - yeah #
# Cupid bought a gun - he gonna blow the fucker #

# Yeah - I want it #
# Yeah - I need it #
# Yeah - I love it #

# Yeah - Electric Head in your head - in your head - in you! #

[Luke is decked out in full length tights, black and green with the
image of a coiled up snake on each leg in white. His brown hair is
pulled back into a ponytail and held back by a white band. His ensemble
is completed with black boots, black fingerless gloves and black elbow
pads, as well as two small golden hoops in each ear. Turning to steal
a
peek at the broad who pays the bills, he clutches at his heart and
falls
to his knees, pulling off a "we're not worthy" bow before bidding adieu
to an amused Fatality. Jumping back to his feet, he immediately grabs
at
his crotch and spits at the crowd barricade before sauntering to
ringside
along with Joey~!]

DH: On his way to the ring and representing The Illuminati... he weighs
in tonight at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds... and he hails from
Syracuse, New York... here is...

LLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE KIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSEYYYYYYYYYYY!

[HEEL POP!]

DR: Kinsey has been on an impressive roll since he debuted in the
UWF...
a number of the top wrestlers in the world today have faced him and
fallen short.

AM: Give him his due for his work inside the squared circle, but he'll
have a tough task on his hands tonight.

SS: How tough can it be when it's Alex Extreme?

DR: The two men have history between each other, Sam.

SS: Yeah, and as I hear it, the history is Alex Extreme was Luke
Kinsey's
bitch!

AM: SAM!

# Breakneck speed get a violent spinal crack'n #
# Back down to the chrome and feel the death wish attack'n #
# Hubcaps on your eyes - yeah #
# Cannot sympathize - yeah #
# A fistful of hair and a splinter in the mind! #

# Yeah - I want it #
# Yeah - I need it #
# Yeah - I love it #

# Yeah - Electric Head in your head - in your head - in you! #

[Luke hops on to the apron and catapults into the ring, striking a
quick
Double Bicep pose. He fakes at the ref and retreats to his corner with
a
cackle, leaning back in the corner and spitting out a wad of gum.
Joey~!
takes his place at ringside, smirking himself.]

DH: And his opponent...

[Suddenly, the lights go out!]

# DON'T... #

# DON'T... #

# DON'T... #

# Call it a comeback #

[LOUD POP!

Strobe lights randomly flash through the darkness and surging hazy
purple
smoke as LL Cool J's "Mama Said Knock You Out" continues to blast
through
the speakers at full tilt...

__FFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!__

A white light blinds the sellout crowd, who cheers as the arena then
goes
pitch black.]

# I'm gonna knock you out [HUUUH!!!] #

[_KAABOOM!_]

# Mama said knock you out [HUUUH!!!] #

[_KAABOOM!_]

# I'm gonna knock you out [HUUUH!!!] #

[_KAABOOM!_]

# Mama said knock you out [HUUUH!!!] #

[_KAABOOM!_

The Milwaukee fans rise to their feet as the familiar smoky purple haze
and pyro fills the arena and "Mr. Excitement" Alex Extreme walks out.
The
strobe spotlights converge on the champion alternating from white,
blue,
pink, and purple as he stares at the ominious cell.]

DH: Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, and weighing
two
hundred and forty pounds...

[Extreme, wearing a black leather jacket with neon purple trim and neon
blue X on it's back, a black t-shirt with a big huge clumsily splashed
big X in neon purple on it, Ray Ban wafer shades and a pair of neon
blue
and black swirled spandex pants, Extreme glistens in the arena lights
as
he throws a few lefts and rights into the air, his fists taped up, and
heads to ringside. Mercenary is at Alex's side.]

DH: He is "MISTER EXCITEMENT"...

AAAAAAAAALLLEEEEEEXXX EEEEEEEEEEXXXXTTRRREEEEEMMME!

DR: To get back to that history between these two men, they were once
close allies in River City Wrestling, before a vicious rivalry between
the two led to Kinsey defeating Extreme in an Ultimate Death Match at
Caged Rage 2.

SS: Like I said... Extreme was Kinsey's bitch!

AM: Sam, what if I told you that it was Alex Extreme who had gone off
the
edge while Kinsey was RCW's first son.

SS: Hey, we always knew how big Kinsey was in RCW... and as for
Extreme,
so he went off the edge... how is that different from how he is NOW?

[Extreme has arrived at the ring, removing his T-shirt and shades and
handing them to a ringside attendant. He then strides toward the center
of the ring, where Kinsey now approaches him.]

DR: Although these two have much history between them, this is their
first meeting in RCW... and it looks like Alex wants to shake hands!

SS: Yeah, he has gone over the edge, thinking Kinsey would take a
handshake from him.

AM: Kinsey actually seems to be considering it...

[He does appear to be considering...

...or maybe not, as Kinsey just laughs it off and smacks Alex upside
the
head! HEEL POP!]

DR: Uh oh... that's not what you want to do to Alex Extreme!

SS: Yeah, Jason Keening does that enough! Hey, can we blame Keening for
Extreme going loco so much?

AM: SAM!

[Alex is a bit stunned, as Kinsey just smirks at him. Suddenly, Extreme
fires off a blow of his own, and now the two men are exchanging blows
in
the middle of the ring!]

DR: And the referee has called for the bell!

SS: Took him long enough, didn't it? Wait, it's Scott Ingraham... that
explains everything.

[Extreme and Kinsey continue to exchange blows, Extreme getting the
upper
hand as he backs Kinsey toward the ropes. Kinsey manages to avoid a
forearm by Extreme, ducking behind his opponent, then cuffing him on
the
back of the head. Extreme stumbles forward into the ropes as Kinsey
grabs
him from behind, attempting a back suplex...

...only for Extreme to shift his weight and bring Kinsey to the mat in
a
headlock takedown! Rolling Kinsey onto the mat, Extreme keeps the
headlock applied, only for Kinsey to work his way to his knees, then
slowly to his feet. A rumble through the crowd then, as a figure
enters
the arena.]

DR: Jason Keening just arrived, what does this mean?!?

SS: Keening's joined the Illuminati! The boyscout has been corrupted!

AM: Not in a million years, Sam.

[Jason doesn't move past the top of the stage area as Extreme notices
his
foe and glares, but quickly reacts to Kinsey with a knee to the
midsection, then takes Kinsey down to the mat again! Ingraham moves
into
position to check Kinsey's shoulders, but Kinsey gets his shoulder off
the mat quickly.]

DR: Alex going to mat wrestling to start... this is a bit of a
surprise.

AM: He may be trying to throw Luke off... Luke Kinsey likes that
high-impact offense as much as Alex Extreme does.

[Kinsey again works his way to his knees, then to his feet. He backs
Extreme into the ropes, then shoves him off. Extreme, on the rebound,
avoids a clothesline attempt, then Kinsey tries a hiptoss, only for
Extreme to reverse it and send Kinsey sprawling to the canvas!

Kinsey rolls to his feet, but is caught in an armdrag takedown into an
armbar by Extreme. Extreme then applies the pressure on the mat as
Kinsey
reaches out with his free arm, looking for some leverage, but then
getting to the ropes to force a break.]

DR: Kinsey looks a bit surprised that Extreme is sticking to mat
wrestling to start.

SS: I think he's surprised Extreme knows about mat wrestling PERIOD.
That's about as likely as the boyscout up there knowing anything about
alcohol.

DR: That's enough.

SS: Or taxes.

DR: SAM!

[With Keening still watching from afar, Kinsey rolls to his feet as
Extreme moves in, firing off a boot to the midsection, then hooking him
in a front facelock. A quick snap suplex follows, after which Alex
rolls
to his knees, dragging Kinsey up and firing off a quick shot to the
face,
sending Kinsey into the corner. Alex then attempts to follow up with an
Irish whip...

...but Kinsey blocks the attempt by grabbing onto the top rope. Kinsey
manages to pull Alex into the corner and then fires off a pair of
vicious
chops, then leaping at Extreme in the corner to fire off a roundhouse
kick in the corner!

With Extreme stunned, Kinsey drags him forward, hitting a kneelift,
then
dropping Extreme to the canvas with a DDT! Rolling to his feet, Kinsey
bounces off the ropes and springboards off with a moonsault...

...but there's nobody home as Alex moves out of the way! POP!]

DR: Kinsey to his knees... Alex on top of him with a series of rights!

[Pulling Kinsey to his feet by the hair, Extreme sends Kinsey into the
ropes, catching him on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!
POP!

Extreme rolls on top for a cover...

ONE...

TW...

Kinsey kicks out before two! Extreme brings Kinsey up to his feet,
scooping him over his shoulder and a quick powerslam follows! Extreme
then heads over to the corner, climbing to the second rope, then
leaping
at Kinsey with a second-rope legdrop! POP!

Another cover attempt follows...

ONE...

TW...

Again, Kinsey kicks out before two!]

DR: Alex trying to go for a couple of early pins.

AM: Alex dragging Kinsey up... OOH! Shot to the midsection by Luke
Kinsey!

SS: You gotta hit him there... there's certainly nothing in Alex's head
to do any damage to!

[Kinsey gets up to his feet as Alex goes for a forearm shot, but Kinsey
blocks it and drives a boot to the gut, then knocks Alex backward with
a
shot to the jaw! The Illuminati member then leaps up with a dropkick,
catching Alex square in the face and knocking him through the ropes to
the outside! HEEL POP!]

DR: Extreme hit the floor hard!

AM: Watch out for Luke Kinsey!

SS: Watch out for Keening!

AM: Give me a break, he's done nothing since he's come out but watch
this
match. You can't blame him for a little scouting on Alex, and I really
doubt he's a risk to get involved.

[As Extreme rises to his feet, Kinsey grabs the ropes...

...slingshotting himself over the ropes and catching Extreme with a
clothesline! HEEL POP!]

DR: Say what you want about Kinsey, he's not afraid to take a big risk!

[And the crowd lets loose its response...

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"]

SS: Say what?! Do these idiots think we're in St. Louis?!

AM: Well... we're not that far from there.

DR: I suppose... or maybe it's just the fans recognizing where these
two
men have their wrestling roots.

SS: Or maybe it's because, like St. Louis, this place is under the
influence of beer 24-7!

DR: Well, as Chris O'Brien would say, that's not a bad thing.

AM: Dave!

DR: Amy, you know he'd say that.

AM: This... is true.

[Kinsey, meanwhile, has rammed Alex into the retaining wall and now
leaps
onto the wall itself, quickly springboarding off to knock Extreme down
with a dropkick! Now making his way to the apron, Kinsey climbs the
ropes
as Alex gets to his feet...

...then moonsaulting off the top rope and flooring Alex! HEEL POP!

And then...

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"

"ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB! ARGH-SEE-DUB!"]

SS: Oh geez... there's the influence of the beer again.

DR: Kinsey dragging Alex up... he tries to send him into the
ringpost...
it's blocked!

AM: Why isn't Scott Ingraham putting the count on them?

DR: He just went outside the ring... he's yelling at both Luke and Alex
to return to the ring!

AM: Ingraham has lost control of this one quickly.

SS: He lost control the moment he stepped through the door into the
arena.

[Extreme fires a boot to the midsection and then slams Kinsey up
against
the ring apron. An elbow to the face staggers Kinsey, then Extreme
leaps
up onto the apron, then quickly leaping off...

...and surprising Kinsey with a bulldog right into the floor! HUGE POP!

"AL-EX! AL-EX! AL-EX! AL-EX!"

"AL-EX! AL-EX! AL-EX! AL-EX!"

"AL-EX! AL-EX! AL-EX! AL-EX!"]

DR: This Milwaukee crowd really getting behind Alex Extreme!

AM: This may be Milwaukee, but considering how close it is to Chicago,
it's practically Alex's hometown!

SS: What... both cities are filled with idiots like Alex?

[Ingraham is still trying to get the wrestlers back into the ring, but
having no luck at it. Well, that is until Alex decides to send the
match
back into the ring as he grabs Kinsey by the hair and shoves him under
the ring ropes, then climbs to the apron and goes to the corner.]

DR: Extreme taking a chance here...

SS: Joey~! to the rescue!

AM: But here comes The Mercenary!

[Joey~! has tried to get onto the ring apron and shove Alex off, but
Mercenary manages to intervene. But Alex is momentarily distracted as
Joey~! comes close to grabbing his leg...

...and this has allowed Kinsey his opportunity as...

MALE SYMPATHY POP!]

DR: Kinsey just crotched Extreme across the top rope!

AM: Kinsey is going up!

[Indeed he is, as he climbs to the top, then leaps up and snaring
Alex...

...he takes him off the top rope with a huracanrana! HEEL POP!]

DR: Cover by Kinsey!

ONE...

TWO...

No, a kickout!

AM: Thanks to Joey~!, Kinsey nearly stole the match from Alex Extreme!

SS: Hey now, Joey~! was just trying to point out to Alex that his
shoelace was untied!

[Kinsey rolls to his feet, dragging Extreme up by the hair, getting in
a
shot between the eyes, then hooking a front facelock and taking Extreme
to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker. Kinsey rolls on top of Alex
and then delivers a series of shots, ignoring Ingraham's call to break
it
up.

Kinsey then drags Extreme up again, whipping him face-first into the
corner. On the rebound, Kinsey leaps for a spinning heel kick, but
catching Alex in the back of the head, sending his opponent crashing
face
first into the corner once more!

Afterward, Kinsey snares Alex in a waistlock, lifting him up, before
dropping him sharply to the mat with a backdrop suplex! HEEL POP!
Keening
winces at the devastating effects of the suplex.]

DR: Kinsey with his patented version of the backdrop suplex... he
nearly
planted Alex on his head!

AM: COVER!

ONE...

TWO...

THR...

No, Alex kicks out!

SS: Like I said earlier... targeting Alex's head does nothing to him
because there's nothing up there to hurt!

[Kinsey again slugs Alex several times while he's down on the mat,
before
yanking him to his feet again. A quick kick to the gut follows, then
Kinsey snares his opponent in a front facelock and runs to the
corner...

...leaping off for a tornado DDT...

...but Extreme somehow has the presence of mind to grab the ropes, then
shove Kinsey to the canvas! POP!]

DR: Extreme slumps over in the corner... and Kinsey is right back up!

[The Illuminati member slugs Alex several times in the corner, a bit of
frustration forming on Kinsey's face. He then attempts to whip Alex out
of the corner, but Extreme blocks it by grabbing the top rope.

Extreme then manages a kick to the midsection, then grabs Kinsey by the
hair and slams him into the turnbuckles. A quick scoop and a hard
bodyslam follows, before Alex stomps Kinsey square in the stomach,
doubling his opponent over!

Extreme then drags Kinsey up again, firing off a series of blows before
an Irish whip sends Kinsey into the ropes. Alex then catches Kinsey off
the ropes, surprising him with a spinebuster! POP!]

DR: WHOA! Alex catching Luke by surprise with a power move!

AM: Alex does have a size advantage...

SS: ...except between the legs, I'll bet.

AM: SAM!

DR: Hold on... Alex is going to the ropes...

[Extreme leaps to the top strand, springboarding off...

...and stunning the crowd with a springboard version of his moonsault
legdrop, The Extreme! HUGE POP!

"AL-EX! AL-EX! AL-EX! AL-EX!"

"AL-EX! AL-EX! AL-EX! AL-EX!"

"AL-EX! AL-EX! AL-EX! AL-EX!"]

AM: COVER!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

HE...

[DIDN'T GET HIM! SHOULDER UP!]

AM: ACK! I thought for sure Alex had the pin there!

DR: A huge move by Extreme, but Kinsey is certainly resilient.

SS: Yeah, that's what Fatality says.

AM: Fatality says that about almost everyone.

SS: AMY!

[Extreme, a bit surprised that Kinsey escaped the pinfall, drags his
opponent off the canvas again and attempts to set up for his Cradle to
Grave suplex, but Kinsey blocks the attempt and manages to escape with
a
knee to the groin! HEEL POP!]

AM: He caught him low! Dammit!

DR: Kinsey snaring Alex from behind... could it be...

[Kinsey, who has an inverted facelock hooked, rushes to the ropes and
leaps off the second turnbuckle...

...sending Alex into the canvas with a tornado inverted DDT! HUGE HEEL
POP!]

SS: And that, as they say, is that!

DR: COVER!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

AND...

[NO, SHOULDER UP!]

DR: Alex Extreme is still in this!

SS: Bah, what does Ingraham know about a proper count?

AM: And he knew about a proper count when Alex had Luke pinned after
The
Extreme?

SS: Dammit, Red, don't make me admit that Ingraham may be wrong in
Luke's
favor!

[Kinsey again nails a series of forearms to Alex as he's down, then
drags
him up, looking to set him up for the Cherry Pop Drop...

...but Extreme manages to escape and grab Kinsey's legs, toppling him
over to the canvas. He then takes Kinsey by the legs and slingshots him
toward the corner, causing Kinsey's face to hit the top of the
ringpost!
POP!

Rolling to his feet, Extreme nails Kinsey with a right hand as he
turns,
then picks him up for another slam, only for Luke to use a go-behind
and
shove him into the ropes...

...then rolling him into a cradle, but with a handful of tights!

ONE...

TWO...

THR...

But that's when Alex reverses into his own pin attempt!

ONE...

TWO...

THR...

KICKOUT!]

DR: Both men up... Kinsey ducking a forearm... but Alex with a quick
dropkick!

AM: Kinsey's staggered... here comes Extreme...

CLOTHESLINES HIM TO THE FLOOR!

[HUGE POP!

But as Kinsey is sprawled on the floor, Joey~! comes over to him,
tapping
at a watch on his wrist, as Kinsey staggers to his feet, waving off
Extreme as he heads toward the aisle.]

AM: Oh come on... don't tell me Kinsey is walkng out!

SS: Hey, Joey~! pointed to his watch, must be time for something more
important.

AM: Like what?

SS: Trust me, Kinsey is a busy man, Red. All busy men have important
stuff to do.

DR: Extreme yelling at Kinsey to come back... and Ingraham is putting
the
count on Kinsey!

[Kinsey pays Extreme no attention as he and Joey~! head up the aisle,
Ingraham eventually reaching the 10 count and calling for the bell!
DISAPPOINTED POP!]

DH: Here is your winner, by way of a count out...

AAAAAAAAALLLEEEEEEXXX EEEEEEEEEEXXXXTTRRREEEEEMMME!

DR: Obviously, this isn't how Alex Extreme wanted to win this match!

SS: Hey, he should be lucky... Luke Kinsey was in a giving mood
tonight... first he gave him a beating, then he gave him a victory.

AM: More like Kinsey was afraid Extreme might show him up.

SS: In your dreams, Red.

[Kinsey and Joey~! walk past Keening, who shrugs in Luke's direction as
if to say "what gives?", and don't give him a second look. The fans
are
still not happy about the decision, but then cheer as Extreme
acknowledges them, raising his hands in victory, before departing the
ring himself. Keening makes sure that he returns to the back before
Extreme reaches him.]

DR: Well that was a little dissapointing, given the match we had seen
up
until the end. I hope we see more between these two wrestlers.

SS: Sure you will, ask these idiots and they'll tell you to flip the
channel to Impact.

DR: Now Sam, the fans are quite vocal about their likes and dislikes,
and
it's not our job to censor them. Still, I hope there's another match
between Luke Kinsey and Alex Extreme in their UWF future.

Now coming up in just a few moments is tonight's big main event, but
before we head to the ring for that we have some special footage that
took place earlier this week in Toronto at the UWF's headquarters. The
UWF is always on the lookout for new talent, but as you're about to see
sometimes the next big thing might just be in the last place you look.
Take a look.

[Cut to footage from earlier in the week. The camera person is inside
of
the UWF's headquarters, UWF Towers in downtown Toronto. How do we know?
Well, the UWF logo is splattered pretty much across everything from
wastebaskets to coffeemugs, pencils to bottled water, t-shirts to...
what? It's casual day. Also for those inclined to look hard at the
screen, we can see some familiar faces... John DeWolfe sits at his
cluttered desk arguing frantically with someone on the phone (most
likely
dealing with some sort of lawsuit, as UWF's lawyer, Gilbert Crosby sits
across from him).And if you didn't blink, you might think you just saw
"Crimson" Joe Reed walk by.

But that's not why we're here. The camera pans left, until we reach the
office of Becky Byers, as evidenced by the nameplate atop the
doorframe.
The door is wide open, but there are voices speaking inside. The
cameraman approaches the door and peaks inside, where we see Byers
sitting at her desk, speaking with a woman seated across from here. We
can only see the back of her curly brown haired head. And immediately
to
her right is a generic lawyer looking man in a suit.]

BB: ... and as I've said, that is the standard contract for a newcomer
with your credentials. I'm sorry if it's lower than you expected, but
given your circumstances, I can't afford to play any favors.

Woman: No no, it's all right. That is great for me.

[That was a young voice, now wasn't it?]

BB: Wonderful. Then if there's nothing left to neogiate, I'll have this
draft run by our legal department who will draw up an official copy for
you to sign. It should only take a day or so, and I'll have everything
faxed to your lawyer.

Lawyer: Just one thing. Her father advised me to inform you should any
harm come to my client, that he shall hold you personally responsible
Miss Byers. He would like a written condition or clause that states
that
UWF, under the supervision of you Miss Byers, shall be held responsible
should any unfortunate and unforseen occurances happen to my client
that
affects her physical health or mental well being.

BB: Well, I'm certainly not going to agree to that. Things happen in
the
ring, and sometimes out of it. Especially after what went gone down
with
Marshall Law in the past, and Sabbath and Victor Frost as of recently,
I
can't in good conscience agree to such terms.

[Byers turns and faces the woman.]

BB: But I will give you my word that should anything like that happen,
I
promise that the Universal Wrestling Federation does everything in it's
power to look after its' employees. We just can't legally bind
ourselves
to that sort of condition.

[The lawyer shakes his head no, and is about to speak. But he gets cut
off.]

Woman: Miss Byers, I understand, and that's okay with me.

[The lawyer turns and glares at his client.]

Lawyer: You don't have the authorization to make these decisions.
That's
why I'm here.

Woman: Then that's why you're fired.

[The lawyer's chin drops in disbelief as Becky chuckles to herself.]

Lawyer: But... You can't... I was paid by... you... Your father shall
hear about this.

[The lawyer stands up and gathers together his things quickly and slams
them in his briefcase. He storms out of the office, and the woman in
the
chair turns, watching him leave.]

SD: Go ahead and tell him it has nothing to do with him anyway.

[SD???

Yep.

It is now official.

Sitting in Becky Byers' office sits the only daughter of the UWF World
champion. And now that she is eighteen, she is apparently UWF's newest
signee. Samantha Daniels turns back to Byers and smiles.]

SD: Sorry about that Miss Byers.

BB: Oh that's okay Samantha, I really don't care much for Pride
lawyers.
I can't even begin to tell you the ammount of headaches those egg heads
have caused me.

[Samantha giggles, knowing all too well the horrors of the innner
working
of the Pride organization.]

BB: Well Samantha, as UWF President, I welcome you into the family. But
on the topic of family... Well. Can I be candid with you Samantha?

SD: Sure.

BB: Are you sure you want to do this? Given whom your father is, and
well... With all due respect to you, your family name has a less than
noble reputation... You're going to have the deck stacked against you,
you know that right?

SD: Miss Byers, it's been like that since I was nine years old. But I'd
like to think that I've grown up around this business and the UWF. I
know
people will be gunning for me. But this is what I want to do, I want to
compete. Besides. Someone has to salvage the Daniels name.

[The two share a laugh. Becky smiles as she shuffles the papers
together
and hands them out to the youngster.]

BB: Now, I know you just fired Mr. Calnan, but are you sure your father
has nothing to do with this? Somehow, I can't see Scott Daniels sitting
idly by as his teenage daughter signs a UWF contract.

SD: Well, I'm sure that his lawyers have weasled their way into this
somehow. And I know he'll be watching me like a hawk. I know this is
going to be tough Miss Byers, but I'm not afraid of challenges.
Whatever
roadblocks he, or anyone else throws in my way, I'll deal with them. My
way.

[Becky stands up, and Samantha rises as well. The beaming smile on her
face just shows you how happy she is to be in that office right now.]

BB: You certainly have that Daniels confidence, I'll give you that.
Okay,
take those papers and give them to Mr. Crosby from our legal
department... But... he might be tied up with Mr. DeWolfe at the
moment.

[Both ladies get a distinct look of disgust that one usually associates
with the thoughts of DeWolfe.]

BB: Trust me Samantha, that is one desk you'd rather not cross if you
catch my drift.

[Samantha nods.]

SD: Thank you Miss Byers, for this opportunity.

BB: Call me Becky. I look forward to seeing you in that ring.

[The camera fades as the two women shake hands.]

DR: There you have it, and the UWF now has a second member of the
Daniels
family under contract. I think I speak for everyone when I say welcome
Samantha.

AM: In a perfect world, one of these days Samantha will finally be able
to get a bit of revenge and drop her father with a Pride Breaker.

SS: Why must you try and drive a wedge between father and daughter?
You're heartless and cruel, Marshall.

[The screen cuts back to the Pride's locker room (as evidenced by those
lavish leather sofas and chairs, as well as various other luxury
items).
Dan Kidd is lacing up his wrestling boots and Derek Martin is fixing
the
tape around his wrist.]

DM: So... you're the new Pride member I'll team with tonight.

DK: New Pride member? Listen, chap, I was Pride eight years ago, before
you even worked for this company.

[A brief moment of uneasy silence.]

DM: [shrugs] My mistake. Anyway... Scott says he can trust you.

DK: You're damn right he can. That man saved my career AND my life. I'd
walk through Hades and back for him.

DM: Well then...

[Another pause... then Martin slowly extends his hand.]

DM: Tonight Scott proved his word to me... so if he says you're cool...
then I say so as well.

[Kidd looks at the outstretched hand for a moment, seemingly hesitant.

DK: You know, I still don't know you all that well. But if Scott sees
something in you, damned if I won't walk through Hades for you too.

[At that, Kidd accepts Martin's hand, and the two shake warmly. In the
background, Scott "Hotspot" Daniels walks into frame as he adjusts the
World title around his waist. He walks up to his fellow Pridesmen and
slaps them both on the shoulders.]

SD: All right guys, are we ready to go take care of Pride business?

DK: Yeah... Hey, wait. We?

[Daniels nods.]

SD: We.

DK: We as in all three? Or we as in...

[Daniels turns and faces Kidd.]

SD: We as in... Dan, I'm going to have to ask you to sit this one out
tonight.

DK: What? Why?

SD: Right now the world seems to be under the impression that I am
afraid of Alex Martinez, which we all know, is untrue. And tonight, if
I
take your spot, I'll get a chance to soften Godzilla up before Gold
Rush
and get my hands on that self indulgent traitor Brett Greene.

DK: Okay, that I understand. But Scott... With all due respect... why
me?
Why not him?

[Martin raises an eyebrow, and Daniels grins.]

SD: Dan, look at this guy.

[Daniels slaps the big man on the shoulder.]

SD: Do you want to tell him he can't [BLEEP] up Brett Greene tonight?

[Martin sneers, not liking that idea. Kidd slowly nods.]

DK: Ahh... Point taken.

SD: Good man. Tonight, Brett Greene and Alex Martinez are going to
learn
a lot of lessons... The hard way.

[While Daniels sports the confident Cheshire cat smirk he's so well
known for, the scowl on Martin's face doesn't change. The two start
towards the door and head out into the hallway. The cameraman follows
them through the door, and as Martin makes his way down the hall, he is
stopped by Hotspot tugging at his arm and spinning him his way.]

DM: What?

SD: Before we go out there Derek, I just need to know one thing...

[Martin runs his eyes over Daniels, never losing that scowl.]

DM: What's that?

[Daniels pauses. He slowly extends his hand out to Derek's.]

SD: You and me. We cool?

[Martin looks down at the hand of the Pride leader. He looks back up
and
kinda-sorta cracks a small grin.]

DM: Yeah, we're cool.

[The two Pridesmen shakes hands. The grin on Scott's face gets even
wider as the two make their way to the entrance area. Cut back to to
the
arena.]

SS: Wait a minute, did Scott just say-

AM: Yes, Daniels and Martinez will be in the same ring tonight. And
this
time without the blindside attack, and without a chance to run for the
hills.

DR: Brutal but true. Let's send it down to ringside.
____ ___ __ _____________
| | \/ \ / \_ _____/
S | | /\ \/\/ /| __) SATURDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE
N | | / \ / | \.........................
R |______/ \__/\ / \___ / Writer: Mike Beeby
\/ \/

MAIN EVENT TAG TEAM MATCH:
"Dead End" Derek Martin & Scott "Hotspot" Daniels
versus Brett Greene & "The Last American Badass" Alex Martinez
......................................................

[The lights in the arena go to black, and the start of "Set It Off"
comes
over the PA system to prompt the crowd to deliver a thunderous round of
boos.]

DH: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your main event for the evening!
Introducing first, on their way to the ring at this time, the
Heavyweight
Champion of the World, Scott "Hotspot" Daniels! And his partner, from
Rocky Ford, Colorado, "Dead End" Derek Martin!

Together, they represent THE PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE!

[Three columns of white light shine down to the entrance portal, and
Daniels emerges from the back to stand in the center, with Martin soon
joining him on the left and Kari Stevens on the right. The golden
championship belt glitters in the spotlight, and soon the trio marches
down to ringside, not stopping to jaw with the fans for once.]

DR: They came out at the start of the hour, and here they are again to
close the show off tonight. The question though, is what condition
they'll be in against such a strong opposing team like they have
tonight.

SS: Bah.

AM: Excellent commentary as always, Sam.

DH: And their opponents!

[The crowd is already cheering like mad as the rumbling opening of
"Walk
on Water" takes the PA system, and within seconds Brett Greene comes
bursting from the locker rooms at a steady gait down to the ring.]

DH: First, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, weighing in at two hundred and
sixty-five pounds...

BRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETT
GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE!

[Brett marches along, shutting out everything but the pair of men
standing in the ring which currently have his anger divided between
them
equally. He stops at the mouth of the aisle and adjusts his metal knee
brace, glaring up at Hotspot and then switching to Martin. And then, a
slow grin crosses his face as his own music cuts out, replaced by the
slow and steady beat that starts off "Battle Without Honor or
Humanity".

EARTHSHATTERING POP!]

AM: Hellooooooooooo nurse!

DH: And his partner! From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at
three
hundred and fifty pounds, here is...

"THE LAST AMERICAN BADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASS" AALLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEX
MAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRTIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!

[Martinez stalks slowly down the ring, like his partner for the night
ignoring everything around him. His in-ring attire consists of a pair
of
shiny black boots, with the letters "L.A.B." stenciled in gold on them,
black leather pants adorned with silver buckles along the legs, a black
knee brace on his oft-injured left knee, rubberized black tape on his
hands, that goes from just below his knuckles to mid-forearm, and long
black elbow pads that start just below his shoulder and nearly extend
to
the tape, leaving only an inch or two of exposed skin.

He walks with a barely noticeable limp, and stares at the Pride.
Stopping next to Greene, the two of them look at one another and with a
slight nod, lunge forward to a loud pop from the crowd!]

AM: Monster Killers, meet the Pride Killers.

SS: That's not funny.

AM: Wasn't meant to be.

DR: Here we go! Martinez and Greene storming the ring, Martin catches
Brett on the apron however!

[Brett and Derek exchange punches with the former Pride member standing
on the outside apron, but Martinez managed to get into the ring before
Daniels got to him and as a result the world champion takes repeated
forearms to the face that knocks him right back to the other side of
the
ring as the referee, Scott Ingraham, signals for the bell and tries to
get in between Daniels and Martinez.

Derek gets a kneelift in on Brett and tries to smash his face into the
turnbuckle, but Brett blocks it and mows Martin down with a clothesline
as he runs the length of the apron before finally ducking into the
squared circle. Derek lunges at Brett with a tackle and they both fall
into the corner turnbuckle exchanging punches again, as Martinez picks
up
the much smaller Scott and drops him crotch-first along the top rope to
the delight of the crowd!]

AM: I'd say it's a good thing Samantha Daniels just signed her contract
to start in wrestling, because after Alex Martinez finishes with Scott
he's not going to have the equipment to create any more of a legacy.

DR: Alex Martinez is shaking that rope and taking Scott on one wild
ride!

SS: Stop enjoying this, you two.

[Hotspot flops to the mat at the feet of his challenger, and Martinez
reaches down to grab him by the hair and the world champion tries to
deliver a low blow but is instead kicked in the face and hoisted up
high...]

DR: FIREBOMB! ALEX SETTING UP FOR A FIREBOMB-

DEREK MARTIN WITH A CHOPBLOCK ON MARTINEZ!

[HEEL POP!

Martinez goes down quickly, and after a pair of quick stomps Martin is
directed to his team's corner by Ingraham in efforts to get control of
the match. Likewise, Brett Greene is directed to his team's corner,
leaving the world champion and his top contender as the legal men to
start the match off.]

AM: If nothing else, I'll give Scott credit for wanting to get in the
ring with the monster tonight. He did seem sincere about that.

SS: You still give him far too little credit.

AM: He still has very little shame.

DR: Scott to his feet first, and he's doing everything he can to keep
Alex Martinez from getting back to his own feet, with a series of
backhands to the base of the skull, here's a front facelock now.

Wait, he's going for the BTF!

AM: No way, he can't get Alex up for that!

[Indeed Martinez does shove Hotspot off, still down on one knee and
unable to get up as the champion of the world comes right back after
him
with a barrage of closed fists. A front facelock is applied again,
this
time Scott trying to simply choke Martinez out without the referee
noticing. From the far corner Greene shouts out some encouraging words
to his partner, and Alex begins to struggle against Hotspot's weight
and
lifts him up off the mat, straightening up and suddenly dispatching
Daniels with a huge back bodydrop right in the Pride corner. Daniels
sits up and grimaces in pain, tags out to Derek Martin and it's the
larger Pridesman coming in with a second chopblock to the same leg that
Dan Kidd targetted last time! HEEL POP!]

SS: Yes! Keep him down and size won't make a difference!

AM: That's always been your motto, hasn't it?

DR: Alex groaning in pain, his knee is obviously still tender from
everything the Pride has thrown at him, and now Martin with a standing
ankle and knee submission hold here in the main event.

[The Last American Badass, flat on his back as Martin twists and bends
the knee at an angle it shouldn't go, groans in pain again and then
uses
his free leg to start battering at Martin, kicking away repeatedly to
loosen and then finally break his grip. Martin staggers backwards and
Alex sits up, sees Martin coming with a huge kick and is able to save
himself from a huge field goal attempt. Held at bay, Martin unsteadily
tries to free himself and soon falls to the mat.]

DR: Martin is clearly not used to being outmatched in the size and
weight
department, but Alex needs to get back up and make the tag if possible.

[Both men rise, but Derek tries for a third chopblock on the LAB.
Finally Alex sidesteps the attempt, and drops a huge elbow into the
spine
of "Dead End", before wrenching his neck with a quick pull into a
sitting
chinlock. It's enough to buy Martinez a bit of time, and he stumbles
to
his corner and makes the tag to Brett Greene, who roars into the ring
the
proverbial house afire and first crosses the ring to mow down Hotspot
on
the apron and then grabs Martin by the head and start pounding away
with
a headlock and several trapped fists to the forehead.

Martin gets up and Greene runs into him with a shoulder tackle that
crashes the Coloradoan back into the corner where Brett follows and
collides with his foe in an avalanche. Brett climbs to the second
turnbuckle and to the delight of the crowd begins to unleash one
mounted
punch after another.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

"Five!"

"Six!"

"Seven!"

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

"Ten!"

As the audience bursts into applause, Brett steps down and yanks a
heavily dazed Martin from the corner where he wobbles back and forth,
and
finally collapses to the mat. Greene lifts him right back up into
position for the Brett Bomb, but as the crowd buzzes Martin shoves
Brett
back into the corner and then charges blindly. Greene calmly
sidesteps,
but in the process of backing off he leaves himself open to a
clothesline
from Hotspot as he runs the length of the apron and chops down his
former
best friend.]

AM: It really does show just how much Scott and Brett know each other's
moves, that same move Scott just used to take him down, Brett used a
few
minutes ago on Martin when this whole match got started.

SS: Yep, put them side by side and it's like looking into a mirror.
Well, actually it's more like looking at one of those weight watchers
commercials, Greene's the before and Scott's the after.

[Now it's the LAB's turn to urge his partner to regroup, but Brett is
slow to get up thanks to a running knee to the side of the head by
Martin
and then a tag to Daniels allows Scott a rare top rope move as he comes
off with a flying elbow into the middle of Brett's spine. Scott rolls
to
his feet and with something of a grin mixed with a sneer he slaps the
back of Brett's head and soon slaps on a camel clutch, grinding in on
the
back of Greene. Scott's taunting is picked up on the nearest camera
mic:

"Ohhh, the humanity! Come on Brett, give it up already!"

Scott keeps pulling back as Brett's face is twisted with agony, but
Greene struggles to try and get his knees underneath him and slowly
manages to. Before he can lift up and off the mat though, Daniels
releases the clutch and drops a knee into Brett's spine to soften him
up
and then drags his old friend to the Pride corner where another tag to
Martin brings in the big man for the team. As Martin hammers away on
Brett who's slumped in the corner, Hotspot flips off Martinez and the
monster tries to enter the ring without a tag.]

DR: Scott Ingraham's getting in the way of Alex Martinez, as the Pride
doubleteams Brett Greene in the corner!

SS: He's a brave, brave man to try that.

AM: No, he's doing his job however misguided as it is. Come on,
Daniels
and Martin are mugging Brett!

[Greene tries to cover up from the stomps and kicks, and as Daniels
finally exits the ring Martin grabs Greene by the head and yanks him
up,
sets up for a cross-corner whip but then changes course midway through
and Brett careens hard back to the Pride turnbuckles. Martin scoops
him
up across his shoulder and hits Brett with a shoulderbreaker from the
corner, and with an eye carefully placed on Martinez Derek tries for
the
cover.

1!

2!

Shoulder up! POP!]

AM: No! No way is he going out like that, Brett Greene is a lot of
things but first and foremost he's a warrior. Frankly, he and Alex are

a
lot alike.

DR: Martin with a grasp on Brett, pulls him slowly to a sitting
position
here and applies an armbar, Greene attempting to return to his feet and
Martin with a short-arm clothesline... Brett ducks! TEARDROP SUPLEX!

[The move is enough to stun Derek as Brett crawls on his hands and
knees
to the corner where a seven foot badass is awaiting him. Hotspot
screams
at Martin to stop him, and when that fails Daniels storms the ring
himself and grabs Greene by the leg...

...moments after the tag is made. ENORMOUS POP!

And that pop gets even louder as Martinez steps over the top rope and
the
first thing he does is grab Scott Daniels and press him right over his
head with a gorilla press, tossing him over the top rope to the arena
floor!]

AM: Air Daniels just got grounded!

DR: Martinez grabs Derek Martin and lifts him up, here comes the power!

[Martinez rocks the Pridesman with a pair of elbows and then lifts him
up
for a sidewalk slam, dropping Derek Martin in the middle of the ring,
causing the whole structure to shake. He tries to hook a leg, but
Daniels returns to the match with an axehandle into the LAB's back.
This
only serves to get him angrier than ever, and Alex rises to his feet
and
grabs Daniels by the throat once more. But by this time, the crowd
explodes into a heel pop as reinforcements come on down the aisle...

Tom Landis and Daniel Kidd, the Cornerstones, wasting no time in coming
to ringside. They grab Brett Greene and yank him off the apron,
unleashing a heavy barrage of punches into the fortysomething wrestler.
Brett defends himself and whips Landis straight into Kidd, and then
bowls
the two of them over with a running clothesline that sends them back
partway up the aisle. In the ring Martinez tosses Daniels to the
ground
and his eyes light up as he spots Dan Kidd, turns and climbs out of the
ring to go after the International Pridesman while Brett turns back and
returns to the ring.]

AM: Badass on the loose!

SS: Watch out Dan! The big ape's coming for you!

[Martinez charges down the aisle and smashes Daniel Kidd with a huge
shoulderblock, the cruiserweight flying hard to the ground. He tries
to
get back up as Tom Landis charges Martinez and is rather easily swatted
away and into the crowd by the fan favorite.

Meanwhile Brett rolls into the ring and grabs Daniels, beginning to
lift
him up for the Brett Bomb across his shoulder as the crowd roars. But
before he can slam Scott down Martin grabs his partner and pulls him to
safety...

___CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!___

Levels Brett with a steel chair to the head! Together the two members
of
the Pride lift a starry-eyed Brett up and surround him, then execute a
tandem ace crusher with Martin's back and Scott's shoulder being the
points of impact!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]

DR: A PRIDEBREAKER AND THE END ALL AT THE SAME TIME! OH MY GOD!
Daniels
with a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

[Martinez turns and begins to move back to the ring, but it's too late
to
make the save.]

THREE!

["Set It Off" comes over the PA system, and Martinez gets to the ring
just as Daniels and Martin roll out. Kari hands Scott the
championship,
and the Pride members come back together in the aisleway as Martinez
kneels beside the unconscious Brett.]

DH: Here are your winners...

THE PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE!

AM: Those goons just played the numbers again, dammit! This is getting
old, the Pride is out of control!

SS: Get used to it, this is your past, your present and it'll be your
future too!

DR: Fans, we're out of time! See you next week!

[Fade to black.]