Big excitement from the BSCW office today, as it was announced that the first episode of VENOM in eight years will be taped right in the heart of BSCW country at the Middle East Downstairs nightclub in Cambridge, Massachusetts!

The first match has been announced as a tag team rookie showcase, as the oddball team of THE MERRY PRANKSTERS will face off against two young men the office is so high on they're being teamed together for this special occasion, CHRIS DENNISON and "THE THOROUGHBRED" T.J. WHITE!

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I. What is BSCW? II. Who runs BSCW? -a. In Character -b. Out Of Character III: Shows? IV: Roleplays, Strats & In-Ring/Backstage Oncards? V: Announcers, Backstage Interviewers & More VI: How applications are handled VII: Basic Rules VIII: Application --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- I. What is BSCW? BSCW is a small independant, regional wrestling promotion based out of Boston, Massachusetts. We hold shows mostly in the New England area, but sometimes go as far west as Michigan and as far south as Florida. II. Who runs BSCW? a. In Character BSCW is run by Richard Vail. Richard started out in the business as a member of the ring crew and all around errand boy for the now defunct Hardcore Wrestling Federation. He is well respected by his employees, as he has paid his dues [and then some] to get where he is today. He succeeded Henry Garfield, a businessman with deep pockets but no real love for wrestling, to become the owner and president of Blood, Sweat and Chairs Wrestling. Richard has pulled BSCW back from the dead on more than one occasion. He is a huge mark of Japanese style hardcore wrestling, lucha libre and most of all old school technical wrestling, and it shows as BSCW's product is a combination of all three. After nearly a decade away from the business, he's set to make a return with his baby, BSCW. b. Out Of Character Me. Rich. Just a wrestling fan who loves creative writing. I was in this hobby for 4-5 years, out for about 8, and hoping to get back into it now that real life has settled down. I also used to handle Hannibal Carver in NEO, GLCW, RCW and elsewhere. III: Shows? BSCW has a television program called "Venom". It appears on Black Belt TV, a pay cable channel that other than BSCW usually shows old kung-fu films and an MMA series. President Vail was rumored be specifically looking to get onto pay cable so as to not have to adhere to any guidelines regarding adult language or violence that had led BSCW to be kicked off broadcast television in the past. An extensive legion of tape-trading fans and excellent sales of tapes at show and through BSCW's official website has also made shows as far down the east coast as Florida possible. Shows have also begun to be streamed for a nominal fee on the site. However, the bulk of BSCW shows take place in Philadelphia, New York, and of course BSCW's home, Boston, Massachusetts. The time slot of the show is contantly switch around by NESN to make room for those Strongman Competitions where fat guys from Sweden pulls tractors with their teeth. President Vail is currently talking to several providers about getting a Pay-Per-View deal, but nothing is set in stone yet. IV: Roleplays, Strats & In-Ring/Backstage Oncards? This is the lifeblood of BSCW. Booking in the fed is a combination of roleplays, strats and angles. Roleplays are sent to PrezBSCW@hotmail.com and are oncards _only_. They're presented as backstage vigenettes during Venom. In-Rings are also allowed, but make sure to check with me to make sure there's room on the card for them. Strats are also sent to PrezBSCW@hotmail.com. Strats are pretty much mandatory, as failing to send one in for a match basically guarantees a loss for you. For those unfamiliar with strats, a short overview... A strat is broken down into several sections. These sections are Entrance, Strategy, Spots, Suggested Finish, Reaction To Win and Reaction To Loss. Entrance - Word for word written entrance. Not an explanation, but the actual entrance. In other words, ["Blah" by Band X blasts over the P.A. Mister X makes his way down to the ring, blah blah blah.] Strategy - What kind of strategy is your wrestler going to employ in this particular match? Is he looking for a clean win or will he break the rules if he has to? Does he want to get a pin in the middle of the ring, or does he just want to hurt his opponent, regardless of the outcome? Spots - Specific move sequences to take place in the match. Now, don't send in a list of moves. Instead, send in a sequence of moves. For example, "Brian Deegan attempts to lock Hannibal Carver in the Epilogue. Carver gets out of it with a Low Blow. He then whips Deegan to the ropes, hitting a Spinebuster as Deegan rebounds". Suggested Finish - Again, don't just send in the name of the move you wish to end the match with. Send in the circumstances surrounding it, and from what position you'll hit the finishing move. Reaction To Win / Reaction To Loss - What will your wrestler do if he's victorious? What will he do if he's handed a defeat? This is where you get the oppurtunity to really showcase your wrestler's personality. Send in all of this, and you'll have a better chance of getting your wrestler being represented that way you envision. If there's anything else you can think of that you'd like to add to the strat, feel free. Keep in mind that not everything sent in will be used in the card. Backstage or in-ring interviews that are to take place during a Supercard are likewise to be sent to PrezBSCW@hotmail.com. These should not be the length of a roleplay sent for Verbal Beatdown, just a short promo. V: Announcers, Backstage Interviewers & More These are the non-wrestler personalities of BSCW. If you wish to use them in a promo or angle, you _must_ contact me at PrezBSCW@hotmail.com for permission first. When doing so make sure to fully explain what you want to use them for. Richard Vail: The president of BSCW. Almost never gets physically involved in the feuds of his BSCW stars. If he does make a judgement call, expect him to do it from the confines of his office in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He is neutral with a pinch of babyface. Known by many as "Drunk" Rich Vail, a name that any BSCW fan knows he comes by quite honestly. Matt Heath: The face commentator for the Supercards. Puts over _everything_, no matter how ridiculous. Look up "company shill" in a dictionary and you'll see Matt's face. Bil Withonel: The heelish commentator for the Supercards. Is as sarcastic as they come, and will often point out Matt's "soul selling". Has no preferance over faces or heels, insults them both equally. Ronan Alexander: Was a fresh from college journalist when he was first hired by Richard Vail, now a well-respected name in the business. Is rarely tormented by the BSCW stars, who appreciate his fresh faced love for the business. Often gets exclusive interviews with some of the top names in BSCW. Brian Stephens: The self-proclaimed "Know It All" of BSCW. Is often on assignment, as his reporting of some late breaking BSCW news is a common sight on BSCW broadcasts. Will occasionally be on hand to deliver a backstage interview. Bruce Mahoney: The whipping boy of BSCW. Former pro wrestler under the ring name of Jabroni Mahoney, held the BSCW Hardcore and Jobber Championships, back when such things actually existed. If a heel needs someone to lash out at, this is the guy. Has been around forever, but like Rodney Dangerfield, he gets no respect. Henry Garfield: Former owner of BSCW, has fallen on hard times ever since selling the company to Vail well over a decade ago. Vail has decided to throw him a bone and give him a job as ring announcer. Vic Simmons: Another former in-ring talent and Hardcore Champion. Senior official who takes no crap. Eric Boucher: Junior official. King of the ref bump. VI: How applications are handled The first thing is, fill out EVERYTHING! Unless an application is the best piece of writing since "War & Peace", if I see something that wasn't filled out it's getting deleted. The way I go through applications is very simple. I go through it thoroughly, and if you're accepted you're notified immediately. If it's not accepted, you won't get any mail from me at all. So if it's been 2-3 days and you haven't heard back from me, assume that you didn't get in, as I am constantly checking my e-mail. VII: Basic Rules 1. No over-exaggerated super powers. 2. No harassment of the other handlers. 3. If you have a question as to why you lost or why you aren't getting a title shot, contact me via e-mail at PrezBSCW@hotmail.com. 4. You can only hold one singles title at a time. If you do defeat a champion and are a champion yourself, expect to relinquish the title you held previously to that win. The exception to this rule is if you hold a singles title and win the Tag Team Titles. 5. If you do not roleplay for your first two weeks in BSCW, you will be fired. If you fail to roleplay for two weeks without letting me know you're unable to roleplay, you will also be fired. If you're unable to roleplay for any reason, let the president of BSCW know, and something will be worked out until you are able to roleplay again. 6. If you use another handler's character, or one of the BSCW staff characters without permission, you are immediately fired. 7. Lastly, the most important rule of all...Have fun! VIII: Application Your name E-mail address AIM/YIM/etc. How often are you able to write matches? Wrestler's Name Height Weight Description of Wrestler (If you have a .gif or .jpg of your wrestler, send it and it will be put on your profile page) Hometown Style (Hardcore,Technical,High Flyer,etc.) Twenty Signature Moves (These are moves other than your finisher that your wrestler uses on a regular basis. Twenty is the minimum, if you would like to add more moves to your list, feel free.) Set Up Move (This is the move your wrestler uses to set up his opponent for a finishing move. It is usually a simple move, that puts your opponent in position for your finishing move. Please do not make it of more or equal power as the finisher.) Finishing Move Secondary Finishing Move(s) Manager / Valet (If applicable) Tag Team (If applicable) Ten Tag Team Signature Moves Tag Team's Finisher Tag Team's Entrance Music Entrance Music Wrestler's Gimmick / Personality Weaknesses & Strengths (It's common knowledge, no one's perfect. As a rule, have the same number of weaknesses as you do strengths.) Ring Strategy (In other words, how your wrestler operates in the ring. Include what he will do in certain situations.) History of your wrestler Sample Roleplay (Unless I'm already familiar with your work.) Every section of this application must be filled out in order to be accepted as a member of BSCW. If any part of your application is left empty, your application will be deleted.

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Hostile Intentions - 10/31/01

[The scene opens to a black, blank screen.  A Hell in a Cell slowly materializes.  In each square of metal footage of a different BSCW wrestler is shown as "Fucking Hostile" by Pantera begins to play. 

Richard "The Truck" Harris is seen Chokeslamming "Hot Shit" Rick Sturgis off the top rope and through the timekeeper's table. 

Whiskey Jakk nails Goo with the Jakked Up Powerbomb onto a steel chair. 

The Q's put away Nubian Nightmare with the Total Elimination. 

Debonair nails "The Darksider" Seth Harker with a pair of steel chairs to the small of the back. 

Justin Keith puts Citizen-X through a sheet of glass with the Blockbuster Surprise. 

"Deadly" Derek Irvin nails "Agent of the End" Zach Storm with the One and Only off the second rope. 

The screen splits in half, revealing the Hostile Intentions logo behind it and slowly fades out, only to be replaced by an aerial view of the packed crowd at Lupo's Heartbreak Hotel in Providence, Rhode Island.  Some signs of note are '"Dickhead" Derek Irvin", "Get Jakked!", and "The Whole Truckin' Show!".  The camera does one final pan of the audience before zooming in on the ringside commentary team of Matt Heath and Bil Withonel, who are currently standing in the  ring.] 

Matt Heath: Good evening folks, and welcome to Hostile Intentions! I'm Matt Heath, joined once again, whether I like it or not, by Bil Withonel. 

Bil Withonel: Hey!  I make the snide remarks around here.  And I promise to not make any confusing comments in the opening segment here. 

Matt Heath: Good. 

Bil Withonel: Douchebagsayswhat? 

[Knowing the joke, as everyone does, the crowd does a big SCSA-esque "What?!" before chanting Bil's name.  Meanwhile, Matt hanghs his head in shame before grabbing the mic back from Bil and beginning to speak.] 

Matt Heath: God, you're an idiot.  Folks, I know everyone was looking forward to Max C making his triumphant return tonight to gain revenge on "The Real Deal" Matt Wilson. 

[Crowd: Max C!  Max C!  Max C!  Max C!  Max C!  Max C!  Max C!  Max
C!] 

Bil Withonel: Yeah...  Unfortunately, Wilson skipped town.  No one has seen hide nor hair from him since Ragnarok. 

[Crowd: He's A Pussy! Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!  He's A Pussy! Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!] 

Matt Heath: So, with that in mind, it's our great pleasure to have as a guest...  The President of Blood, Sweat and Chairs Wrestling… Richard Vail! 

["Hail To The Chief" begins to play as Vail makes his way out to the ring, holding the BSCW North American Championship, to a nice response from the crowd.  He chuckles at a sign in the crowd that reads "Mack Daddy Vail" before entering the ring.  Upon entering he is given the microphone by Matt Heath.] 

Richard Vail: Thank you, Matt.  As the two of you have pointed out, we're faced with a bit of a dilemma.  Matt Wilson, for reasons of his own, has decided to not show up for work here in BSCW since appearing in the Ragnarok event.  Because of this, the North American Championship has been held up.  Seeing as how the way he went about becoming champion was dubious at best, the BSCW Championship Committee, along with myself, has decided to hand the belt back to who I'm sure everyone will agree is it's rightful owner, Max C! 

[P. Diddy's voice is heard over the arena.] 

#Ay yo, you ready?#

#Let's do it!#
#Mmm, yeah..Yeah.. c'mon# 

#I'm the definition of: half man, half drugs#
#Ask the clubs - Bad Boy, that's whassup#
#After bucks, crush crews after us#
#No games, we ain't laughing much#
#Nothing but big thangs, check the hit list#
#How we twist shit, what changed but the name?# 

[With that "Bad Boy 4 life" by P. Diddy starts up and the crowd go wild. There is a loud explosion at the top of the entranceway. The Vail-Tron shows a picture of a black and red dragon facing each other. This fades into scenes of Max hitting some of his moves on other wrestlers. A black cloud of smoke surrounds the entrance ramp and out of it walks Max with a baseball bat in one hand. He is wearing his usual black jeans, with the black sleeveless t-shirt and long black
trench coat, Matrix Style. He stands there for two minutes and then throws his hands in the air as the crowd cheers for him. He walks down the ramp, high fiving the fans as he goes along. When he reaches the ring he climbs up and over the rope to get in. Max climbs up a turnbuckle and holds his hands up in the air. He then walks over to President Vail and shakes hands with him.] 

Richard Vail: Max, it's my great pleasure and honor to award you this belt.  Ladies and gentlemen, your new North American Champion...  Max C! 

[Max holds his hand up and asks for the microphone.  Confused, Vail hands it over.] 

Max: Well, first let me start of by thanking President Vail for the  title and thanking all my fans too! However, I can't accept the belt! 

[President Vail looks confused at this statement and turns to Max.] 

Richard Vail: What are you talking about Max? The title is yours, you won it because Wilson didn't show! 

Max: I understand but this was about the belt! This was about honor and courage! I was hoping Matt would show up but instead he ran away! That just proves that not only is he a coward but that he also has no honor. No honor for himself or anyone else. Wilson, I know you can hear me, I want you to know that you have lost all the respect I had for you! Not only mine, but you also lost the respect of the fans and the wrestlers in the back who did have the courage to show up! You're
nothing but a coward. You turned your back on BSCW! Just remember this, you can beat me when my back is turned but you can never beat me face to face! If you decide to show your face around here, be sure that I will be ready to take you on, any match you want! Now, President Vail, please, take this title back! I don't intend to win a title like this! It's either in a match or not at all. I am really sorry! 

[Max hands the title back to President Vail.  Vail nods his head, accepts the title and the microphone back from Max, and begins to speak.]

 

Richard Vail: Well, I can only respect that decision.  Folks, this means that the BSCW North American Championship is now officially held up.  During the Supercard at the end of November, an undisputed champion will be crowned.  As Matt Heath and Bil Withonel return to their position at ringside, I'll hand it over to Jared Lord to begin this great night of wrestling action.  Have fun, folks! 

["Hail To The Chief" re-plays as Max and Vail make their way out of the ring and up the steel ramp to the backstage area.  Jared Lord takes his place in the center of the ring, and begins to speak.] 

Jared Lord: Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit.  Introducing first...  From London,
England...  Weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds...  T. Read! 

["Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play as Read makes his way out to the ring to a moderate response.  He rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and awaits the arrival of his opponents.] 

Jared Lord: Introducing next...  Accompanied to the ring by Gavin Hearst...  From Parts Unknown...  Weighing in at two hundred and three pounds...  This is Jaji! 

["Rock Super Star" by Cypress Hill begins to play as Hearst and Jaji make their way down to the ring to a decent response for a newcomer. Jaji leaps up onto the ring apron, raises his arms in the air, and does a backflip off the top rope and lands on his feet, as graceful as a cat, in the middle of the ring.  Read attempts to attack him from behind, but before he gets far Jaji spins around...  And Read backs off.] 

Jared Lord: Introducing next...  From Dorchester, Massachusetts... Weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds...  Representing Greed...  "The Icon Killer" Matt O'Riordan! 

[An echoed voice can be heard saying "It's my time I'm ready". Then, "That's Gangsta" by Shyne wails through the arena as a strobe light comes on and Matt O'Riordan walks through a cloud of smoke. A chorus of boos is heard. Matt walks up the ring steps and takes off his "It's My Time" tank top and throws it into the crowd and awaits the arrival of his final
opponent.] 

Jared Lord: And introducing lastly...  From Denver, Colorado... Weighing at two hundred and ninety-five pounds...  "The Innovator of Insanity" Damian Payne! 

["Give It Up" by Screwball blasts over the P.A. as Payne charges down to the ring.  He slides under the bottom rope, quickly gets to his feet, and attacks the first person he sees, which is...] 

Matt Heath: O'Riordan and Payne, slugging it out!  Read charges at Jaji...  Who surprises the hell out of him with a Superkick that nearly took Read's head off!  Meanwhile, O'Riordan seems to be getting the upperhand on the much bigger Payne...  But Payne blocks a right jab, and has Matt keeled over in pain with a Thrust Kick to the chest! He hooks him up...  Gut Wrench Powerbomb!  But he's holding onto "The Icon Killer", and picks him up yet again...  Sitdown Powerbomb!  That might be it...  

One...  

NO!  The count was broken up by T. Read!  But before Damian can retaliate...  Jaji runs from behind and nails Read with a Bulldog!  That took Damian's concentration off of Matt...  Who uses it to his advantage by spinning the big man around...  And flooring him with an Enziguri!  Matt turns around...  And comes face
to face with Jaji!  They nod...  And begins putting the boots to "The Innovator of Insanity"!  They clap hands...  And nail the big man with a Double Elbow Drop!  They're now picking Payne up by the head, whipping him to the ropes...  He rebounds...  And they send him flying through the ropes to the concrete floor below with a big Double Dropkick!  Jaji goes to give O'Riordan a high five...  But is only greeted with a boot to the midsection!  Matt hooks him up...  And hits a vicious Northern Lights Suplex!  O'Riordan holds the bridge... 

One...  

Two...  

Kick out by Jaji! 

Bil Withonel: Swerve-O-Rama baby!  Meanwhile, Read is up to his feet...  And is climbing to the top!  He's going to come crashing down on Damian Payne, on the outside of the ring!  He's balanced on the top, waiting for Payne to get back to his feet.  Payne is up, and Read flies...  Good Lord!  Payne saw it coming, and used Read's own momentum against him, Powerslamming Read onto the hard, unforgiving floor!  Damian rolls back into the ring, and as O'Riordan picks Jaji up by the head...  Payne charges...  And hits them with a Double Clothesline, sending both men flying over the top rope!  Payne climbs to the second rope, and raises his fists in the air to a huge response! 

[Crowd: Payne! Payne! Payne! Payne! Payne! Payne! Payne! Payne!] 

Matt Heath: Meanwhile, O'Riordan and Jaji are getting back to their feet.  O'Riordan swings wild with a Clothesline attempt...  Jaji ducks...  And executes a perfect Russian Leg Sweep, right into the steel guard railing!  That knocked O'Riordan silly!  Jaji gets up, and rolls into the ring.  He charges at Payne...  Who misses a Clothesline!  Jaji continues his progress and...  Handspring Leg Lariat!  Amazing agility!  Jaji kips up to his feet...  Standing Moonsault!  He hooks the leg...  

One...  

Kick out!  Both men get to their feet as  O'Riordan rolls back into the ring.  Damian charges at Jaji...  Jaji drops to the canvas, forcing Payne to leap over him as O'Riordan gets to his feet...  Bonk!  O'Riordan and Payne knock heads as T. Read rolls into the ring!  Read with a Low Blow, and he locks Jaji in a Side Headlock.  Jaji pushes off, and whips Read into the ropes.  Read rebounds...  And runs right into a Tornado Side Slam! Jaji picks Read up by the head, and hooks him in an Inverted Side Headlock...  

"WHAM!"  

And hits the Snakebite!  With all the punishment  T. Read has been put through, that has to be it!  But Jaji isn't done 

yet!  He points to the top rope, and the crowd goes wild!  He goes up top, gets ready and...  Payne runs over to put a stop to it!  No!! Jaji with a quick kick to Payne's face, which dazes the big man!  Jaji leaps on Damian's shoulders...  And uses them to his a Shooting Star Press on T. Read!  Unreal!  He hooks the leg...  

One...  

Two...

Three!  T. Read has been eliminated by Jaji!  Jaji turns around... And gets whipped to the ropes by Damian Payne!  Jaji rebounds...  And gets destroyed by the Insanity Clause!  O'Riordan is back to his feet, and as Payne turns around he charges...  Cross Body Block, but Payne catches him in mid-air...  And nails "The Icon Killer" with a Fallaway Slam!  Jaji is up to his feet...  He charges...  But Payne catches him with a Drop Toe Hold, which he floats into an Ankle Lock!  O'Riordan breaks it up with a boot to the side of Payne's head... And it seems like he wants another teaming with Jaji!  How gullible does he think Jaji is? 

Bil Withonel: Apparently plenty gullible, as Jaji is accepting his offer!  They begin putting the boots to Payne, and as Jaji turns towards O'Riordan...  He floors him with a Crane Kick, sending him crashing into the corner!  Jaji with a series of stiff kicks to the ribs of O'Riordan...  Now he's climbing to the sendond rope, and begins wailing away on Matt with a series of stiff shots to the head and face as the crowd counts along! 

[Crowd: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!] 

Matt Heath: Jaji lets up, and Monkey Flips O'Riordan out of the corner!  O'Riordan staggers back to his feet...  And catches a stiff kick to the midsection!  He bends over, holding onto his gut in pain...  Jaji hooks him up...  Fireman's Carry DDT!  Jaji is climbing up top yet again...  He's going to put away O'Riordan in the same fashion as he did T. Read, with the Shooting Star Press!  But Damian is back to his feet...  He pulls down on the rope, crotching Jaji in the top turnbuckle!  Damian gets in position...  Rocket Launcher!  He just Gorilla Press Slammed Jaji off the top rope!  OOF!  What impact!
O'Riordan gets to his feet...  He charges at Payne with a Shoulder Block...  But the big man side steps him, and Matt goes flying through the ropes...  And makes contact with the steel guard railing!  I think "The Icon Killer" might have knocked himself out with that maneuver! Payne turns around, and scores with a big Elbow Drop to the throat of
Jaji.  He goes for the cover...  

One...  

Two...  

NO!  Jaji gets his foot up on the bottom rope!  Great presence of mind there by the high flyer from Parts Unknown!  Slightly frustrated, Payne picks Jaji up by the head, and sets him up for a Powerbomb...  But Jaji slips out of it, and sets Payne up for a DDT!  NO!  Payne with a stiff shot to the breadbasket, and gets Jaji in position...  He hooks the arms...
Double Underhook Suplex!  He gets to his feet, rolls Jaji onto his stomach, grabs him by the head and...  Super Camel Clutch!  Jaji is screaming in pain, how much more can he stand? 

Bil Withonel: There's your answer, none at all!  He's tapping!  Jaji has been eliminated, and now it's down to just Payne and O'Riordan!

But O'Riordan looks to be out cold on the floor outside the ring! Payne rolls out of the ring, picks O'Riordan up by the head and... NO!  O'Riordan with a Low Blow, and he smashes Damian face first into the steel guard railing!  O'Riordan climbs up onto the ring apron, gets a running start...  And channels the spirit of Dusty Rhodes by sending Payne sprawling to the floor with a Bionic Elbow!  And as the hand of irony bitch slaps Damian Payne around, O'Riordan rolls him back into the ring.  O'Riordan is re-entering very cautiously now... Damian gets back to his feet...  And eats a boot to the stomach from O'Riordan!  Matt whips him to the ropes...  No, Reversal!  Damian charges as Matt rebounds...  And almost decapitates him with a senses-shattering Clothesline!  O'Riordan gets back to his feet, only to be whipped to the ropes by Damian...  O'Riordan rebounds, and eats a kick to the gut...  The Last Stop!  That's his trademark Leaping
DDT, which can only mean one thing...  He's about to finish O'Riordan off with the Chokebomb!  He picks O'Riordan up by the head, whips him to the ropes...  Kick to the gut and now he has Matt in the Powerbomb half of the move...  But Matt slips out at the peak of it, and executes an amazing Sitdown Facebuster from a dizzying height!  Not wasting any time, O'Riordan limps to the corner, climbing to the top rope...  Moonsault!  I'm surprised he didn't cave in Payne's chest
with the impact!  He hooks the leg...  

One...  

Two...  

Three! 

Jared Lord: And your winner...  "The Icon Killer" Matt O'Riordan!! 

["That's Gangsta" re-plays as an exhausted Matt O'Riordan raises his arms in victory.  Suddenly, down the ramp comes...] 

Matt Heath: Max C!  The Mob Squad!  Max hits the ring and... Chokeslam!  What the hell?  He helps Damian back to his feet as the Mob Squad enters...  Johnny Curillo picks Matt up by the head and Sean Collins wait ready...  The Quick Shot!  They nailed him with it!  Matt O'Riordan is out cold!  Damian is up, and picks Matt up...  He tosses him out of the ring over the top rope!  All four men go to opposite corners and mug for the crowd...  But this raises quite a few questions.  Is this the formation of a new group, and did they do this as a way of sending a message to Greed? 

Bil Withonel: It sure as hell looks like it.  One thing is certain... Any attack on Greed won't go unanswered for very long.  That also can be applied to another man...  Boz.  Last month at Ragnarok, Hell On Earth succeeded where no one else ever has.  They beat Boz so badly he had to be carried out on a stretcher.  In doing so, they also ran Ninja out of BSCW entirely, leaving Boz without any aid at all. Tonight, the war between Boz and Hell On Earth comes to a close.  An End Of The Road Match.  The winner of this match will have the ultimate prize...  Being able to dish out the total humiliation of
chaining his opponent to the back of a Harley-Davidson and dragging him up the steel ramp and out of the arena. 

[The camera pans to the ring, stopping for a second to watch the ring crew wheel a Harley-Davidson motorcycle down the ramp and to ringside.  Finally, we go to the ring, where Jared Lord is standing by.] 

Jared Lord: The following contest is an End Of The Road Match!

Introducing first...  From South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-eight pounds...  Representing Hell On Earth...  The Rebel! 

["My Own Prison" by Creed blasts over the PA system and the spotlight begins to search for The Rebel. The spotlight finds The Rebel in his infamous crucifix pose in the middle of the crowd. He makes his way through the crowd and hops over the guardrail and slides into the ring. He slumps in the corner stares at the Harley parked ringside while waiting on the arrival of Boz.] 

Jared Lord: And his opponent...  From Hollywood, California... Weighing in at two hundred and seventy-one pounds...  Boz! 

[The lights fade to black, as "Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot begins to play over the loudspeakers. A crimson red light flashes to the entrance, and Boz instead of walking out on the ramp, appears on The Vail-Tron. Red lights begin to flash all over the arena and crimson smoke and sparks go off along the ramp. Boz appears to be standing in the back and not making his way to the ring, but it looks like he has something to say to The Rebel.  The Vail-Tron suddenly cuts to black,
and the warning information appears on the screen. The information fades out, and the screen is left in silence, an idle BSCW logo pops up on the screen, as you hear a 'digital audio'-like sound in the background. A timer at the top left hand corner of the screen counts down from 10... all the way to 0. Once it hits 0, the BSCW logo suddenly explodes and the Vail-Tron comes alive once again; where all you can hear is "Wait and Bleed" and 10,000 hardcore fans chanting
"BSC'FW  BSC'FW" at the top of their lungs. The Vail-Tron pans around the back, and there we see Boz, wearing his B.O.D 4-EVER  t-shirt, standing in his ripped jeans and what appears to be a new look, he is totally bald. Boz has a microphone in his hand, he slowly raises the microphone near his mouth, as he prepares to speak.] 

Boz: Dear, dear Rebel, what must I do to make you understand, I will  NEVER DIE! I will LIVE FOREVER! As I break them in, I have taught them to cheat and to lie and cover up what shouldn't be shared. The truth's unwinding, scraping away at my mind.  Stop asking me to describe, for one moment I wish you'd hold your stage with no feelings at all, open
minded. I'm sure I used to be so free, exhausting for all to see. And to be what you want, and what you need. Wash me away.  Clean your body of me.  Erase all the memories. They'll only bring us pain.  And I've seen, all I'll ever need. 

[The Vail-Tron fades out and the lights in the arena also go out. Silence comes over the crowd, within seconds the lights come back on in the arena and there in the middle of the BSCW Ring is Boz.] 

Matt Heath: The Rebel turns and sees Boz...  And eats a kick to the abdomen!  The Rebel is doubled over in pain...  As Boz drills him to the canvas with a DDT!  And now Boz is raising his arms in the form of a crucifix, mocking The Rebel!  The Rebel shakes the cobwebs loose and rolls to the outside, and Boz is right after him!  But The Rebel isn't backing down...  So it's Boz that takes off!  The Rebel is chasing after him...  Boz runs by a steel chair and picks it up...  He spins
around, and nails The rebel right in the face! 

Bil Withonel: That's called "playing possum" for anyone stupid enough to not have seen that a mile away, The Rebel included.  Boz is sadistically going to town on the face of The Rebel with that steel chair, smashing him with time and time again!  Finally, he tosses it asides, and takes something out of his trunks...  Brass Knuckles!  The Rebel gets to his feet as Boz gives the knucks a kiss...  

WHAM!  

Right between the eyes!  Now he's repeatedly slamming those brass knuckles right between The Rebel's eyes and...  Yes!  The Rebel's been busted wide open!  Boz takes a break to soak in the adulation of the B.O.D. fans here in Providence! 

[Crowd:  Boz! Boz! Boz! Boz! Boz! Boz! Boz! Boz!] 

Matt Heath: But look...  The Rebel is starting to stir...  And he sneakily swipes the ring bell from the timekeeper's table!  He keeps it close to his body as Boz picks him up by the hair...  RING MY BELL! He clocked him with it!  That bought The Rebel some time!  The Rebel rears back...  And nails him with the bell again!  Boz looks dead on his feet!  The Rebel drops the bell to the floor and...  Whips Boz head first into the steel ring post!  The Rebel picks Boz up by the
head...  Russian Leg Sweep into the steel guard railing!  He picks Boz to give him another one...  But Boz puts a stop to that with a Low Blow...  Followed by a DDT to the concrete floor!  Ick, you can see the bloody spot where Rebel's face slammed into the floor!  Boz picks Rebel up by the head, spits in his face, and rolls him back into the ring.  Boz takes a short breather, and rolls back into the ring himself.  He lays in with a couple of well-placed kicks to the side of the head, and picks Rebel up wit a Side Headlock.  Somehow The Rebel pushes Boz off, and whips him into the ropes!  Boz rebounds...  The Rebel falls to the mat as Boz leapfrogs over him...  Boz rebounds off the ropes on the other side...  And gets stopped with a kick to the groin!  Boz is bent over, wincing in pain as The Rebel steps back…  And scores with a perfectly executes Running Knee Lift! The Rebel lands an elbow, and goes for the cover...  

One...  

Two...

Kickout by Boz!  The Ruler of the World still has fire left in him, Bil. 

Bil Withonel: Absolutely.  The Rebel picks Boz up by the head...  But Boz is reaching down his tights for something...  The Rebel locks him in a Side Headlock...  But in the spirit of Taurus, who stole it from Yokozuna who stole it from Mr. Fuji, he throws salt in The Rebel's eyes, blinding him!  Boz further blinds Rebel by grinding the salt in deeper with a rake to the eyes...  And levels The Rebel with a Swinging Neckbreaker.  While The Rebel is dazed, Boz slides out of the ring...  And grabs two steel chairs to throw into the ring!  He slides back in...  Picks up a chair...  And slams it into the back of the
rising Rebel's head!  With The Rebel further incapacitated, Boz sets up the chairs side by side, and drags The Rebel to the corner.  He props The Rebel up on the top turnbuckle and...  No, he couldn't possibly...  

YES!  Boz Bomb!  The two chairs have been completely demolished by the force of The Rebel's body crashing down on them! Boz has the match won right here!  But...  He's not going for the pin! He wants to do even more damage to The Rebel!  Unbelievable!  Boz picks him up by the head...  And whips him to the ropes...  The Rebel
rebounds...  And goes crashing back down to the canvas with a big boot to the face!  Boz drags him to the corner, and gets to the top rope. He's now pulling The Rebel up top...  He's...  He's going to Superplex The Rebel to the outside of the ring, just like he did to Blacktop at Ragnarok!  He has him set up and...  The Rebel locks his foor under the top rope, effectively blocking the move!  Boz goes for it again... And this time The Rebel stops him with a stiff Headbutt between the
eyes!  And another!  Now the tables are turning...  And The Rebel has Boz locked...  And nails him with a Reverse Superplex, back into the ring!  That took a hell out of both men, as neither one is moving an inch. 

Matt Heath: The ref is laying out a count on both men...  He gets to seven, and The Rebel is starting to stir!  With the help of the ropes, The Rebel gets back to his feet, breaking up the count!  He turns around, and shouts in the direction of the top of the steel ramp entranceway... 

[Suddenly, "American Bad Ass" by Kid Rock blasts over the P.A. as Blacktop runs down to the ring to a huge response.  He rolls into the ring, picks Boz up by the head and...] 

Bil Withonel: Chokeslam!  As if Boz wasn't hurting before, now Blacktop has come in...  And Hell On Earth are putting their boots to good use, right into the side of Boz's head!  Rebel picks Boz up by the head, whips him to the ropes...  And slides out of the ring.  Boz rebounds...  Right into the waiting arms of Blacktop!  Walking Side Slam!  Meanwhile, on the outside The Rebel has pulled out two tables and is setting them up, stacking them on top of each other, double decker style! 

[Crowd: We Want Tables! Clap! Clap! Clap-clap-clap! We Want Tables! Clap! Clap! Clap-clap-clap!] 

Matt Heath: Blacktop sees that The Rebel has the tables ready...  And drags Boz out onto the ring apron!  He's setting him up for an Inverted Career Ender through the tables!  But look!  From the crowd...  It's Ninja!  He hurdles the guard rail, spins Rebel around...  And has him staggering with the Ninja Deathstrike!  A kick to the stomach...  And he floors Rebel with a DDT!  Just as quick as that, he leaps over the railing, and disappears back in the crowd! Blacktop is in a state of shock!  Boz uses this to his advantage, wriggling free of Blacktop's grasp...  Good Lord!  Facebuster off the apron through the tables, courtesy of Boz!  Just like that, the tables have been turned!  Boz shakes the cobwebs loose, and rolls The Rebel back into the ring.  He follows him in...  But The Rebel wasn't as hurt as he let on, and greets Boz with an elbow to the back of the head upon entering the ring!  Rebel picks Boz up by the head...

Russian Leg Sweep!  And another!  He's still holding onto it...  And nails a third Russian Leg Sweep, right on one of those demolished chairs!  Boz looks to have on foot in the grave at this point!  The Rebel tries to set up the chair...  But it is damaged beyond repair! He stacks the two chairs on top of each other...  Picks Boz up by the head. And whips him to the ropes.  Boz rebounds...  Drop Toe Hold onto that mangled mess of steel!  And that can mean only one thing...  YES!
 The Rebel is signaling for the Confederate Drop!  The Rebel picks Boz up by the head...  But as he rises, Boz grabs one of the chairs...

THWACK!  

Right in The Rebel's face!  Boz quickly drops the chair back to the canvas, and runs to the ropes!  Boz rebounds as The Rebel is in a daze...  WOW!  Confederate Drop by Boz, onto the steel chairs!  Boz exhaustedly hooks the leg...  

One...  

Two...  

Three!!  Boz just beat The Rebel with the Rebel's own damn finisher! 

Jared Lord: Here is your winner...  Boz! 

["Wait and Bleed" re-plays as Boz staggers to his feet.  He slowly rolls The Rebel out of the ring, and gingerly rolls out himself, seeming to favor his right shoulder.  He picks up the tow chain lying next to the Harley-Davidson at ringside, hooks it to the rear fender of the bike, and wraps the remaining chain around The Rebel's chest, under the arms.  He gets on the bike, and in a gesture that's a complete mock of Blacktop, raises his fist in the air.  He revs the bike, and drags the unconscious Rebel up the steel ramp and, we assume, out of the arena.  As the crowd chants Boz's name, we slowly fade to the backstage area, where Ronan Alexander is seen wandering. Suddenly, from behind Richard "The Truck" Harris signals for him to come over.  Ronan looks around then walks over. Harris looks Ronan in the eyes and puts his arm on his shoulder. Ronan's knees buckle from the mass of Harris resting on him.  Harris has a huge smile on his face and takes his cigarette out of his mouth. 

Truck: So Ronan, how's it hangin'? 

Ronan: Fine, what's up? 

Truck: Well, come with me and you'll see why I have this shit-eating grin on my face.  The last time I was like this I was in a Tokyo bathhouse with two...umm.  Just come with me to the ring, and you'll see what the smile is all f'n about. 

[The scene cuts back to Bil and Matt looking at each other puzzled.] 

Matt Heath: What the hell is that about? 

Bil Withonel: I don't know, but I wanted to hear more about that bath house. 

[The lights dim and "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC begins to play over the P.A.  The crowd is not sure what to make of it.  But when the Truck and Ronan emerge from the entrance the crowd erupts.  Harris still has his arm around Ronan as the two make it to the ring. Harris holds the ropes so Ronan can walk in first.  The Truck throws his arms up for the crowd and they applaud.  As the music dies down, Harris begins to speak.] 

Richard Harris:  Well, in a matter of an hour or so, I will be involved in one of the most dangerous matches ever to be staged by the BSCW.  I'm sporting wood right now thinking about getting my hands on Whiskey Jakk and beating the f'in crap out of him.  I could really give a damn about "Deadly" Derek Irvin and the anal intruding Debonair.  I want a to rid the world of Whiskey Jakk and my chance is coming real soon. 

Shrapnel and Sykopath, I beg you, please leave some of Whiskey Jakk for me.  The last thing I want to hear is him pissing and moaning about not being at his best as I toss him from the top to the bottom of the f'in cage.  I know the two of you want a piece of him, but I have first dibs on his sorry ass. 

Ronan Alexander:  Did you bring me in to the ring to listen to your banter about the Thunderdome match? 

Truck:  No Ronan, I didn't.  I have something for each and every one of you in this arena tonight. (Points to the crowd.)  As you know, I was sent by someone to take a piece of out Greed.  Well, behind those curtains, that man stands there ready to address the fans of BSCW. Ladies and gentleman, get ready for the only true bad ass of the BSCW! 

[Richard Harris pulls the microphone away from his mouth and looks at the entrance, and the crowd falls silent.  The house lights go down to only the red.  Over the P.A. system, "Attitude" by the Misfits plays over the P.A.  From behind the curtain, Taurus emerges, and the crowd is out of control.  As he walks down the aisle the crowd chants, "Taurus, Taurus." 

Taurus, wearing his mask, and an old T-shirt that reads, "Respect fear, because Fear Knows No Equal."  He steps into the ring and looks at the full house.  He puts his arms up to silence the crowd.  As they quiet down, he begins to speak. He shakes the hands of both the Truck and Ronan and his handed the microphone.] 

Taurus:  First, it feels good to be back in a BSCW ring. 

[POP!]

However, I see that the BSCW is not the same place when I took some time off.  I see now that a certain group has been allowed to run free with no punishment.  Well, as of now that is about to cease. What the BSCW is lacking is some real leadership.  Not taking anything away from Justin, but he just ain't the leader type.  Do I see myself as the man to lead BSCW?  I think I did pretty well when I was champ. Don't get me wrong, I want to applaud Justin on becoming the first 

three time World Champ.  But I'm not here to point finger at Justin. I'm here to talk about "Deadly" Derek Irvin. 

[Crowd boos wildly at the mention of the name. Taurus raises his arms to quiet the crowd again.] 

Taurus: Derek, you must have truly thought that I would never be back, so you take it upon yourself to completely trash my Grinder.  I put years of my own blood and sweat into it, and in minutes you vandalized it.  But you know when you did that, you did more than just break a couple of pictures or spray paint a ring.  You took a very part of my being, a part that I will never get back.  For that alone I should hand your ass to you.  I may deserve it for being away. Then I see what you did to the memory of the Franchise, that absolutely sickened me.  How can you look yourself in the mirror? What you did was the most despicable thing I have ever seen.  I worked with the Franchise and you're not worthy of even being mentioned in the same breath.  He carried himself with something you will never, ever know.  Class. 

I have come back to bring some glory back to BSCW, because it has been tarnished because of the actions of ole DDI and his little lackeys. 

Ronan Alexander:  Have you come back to reclaim your World title? 

Taurus:  Like I've said before, I don't wrestle for gold or for the recognition.  I've done what most will never do, and that is becoming World Champ.  I'm back to teach DDI the meaning of respect.  You see, most of the roster that know me have a level of respect for me. Obviously, DDI needs to be reminded about respect. So, I am throwing the gauntlet down and challenging DDI.  This is not about titles or rankings, this is about putting a young punk in his place.  So here's the deal, Derek you think that you are God's gift to women with your long locks.  Well, you put your hair on the line, I'll put up my mask. 

[The crowd joins in a collective gasp.] 

Taurus: I feel that DDI needs to understand the gravity of the situation.  This will be a match between two men.  No ladders, no cages, and certainly no barbed wire flaming tables.  This will be mano et mano.  Two men proving who is the better athlete, pure and simple. Members of both BSCW and Greed will be barred from the ringside,
allowing us to settle it ourselves. I have so much to lose this match; the history of the mask, the legacy that is Taurus and most of all respect.  If I am beaten by an alleged athlete like Irvin, I may just consider selling popcorn and foam fingers.  Irvin, I don't want a decision from you right now.  Think about it, mull over it with your little chick. 

As you all know, that I generally get what I want when I want it here in BSCW.  Remember Simply Irresistible?  They pissed me off and thought they got the upper hand by handing the keys to Greed.  Well, look where they are now.  That is what happens when you cross me.  You disappear.  DDI, you're next.  My big friend over here will have his way with Whiskey Jakk.  I trust Justin and the Q's can take care of Debonair.

 

So, just in case your ears were blocked with stupidity, Irvin, I have challenged you to an old fashioned hair against mask match.  Greed, consider this your notice.  This is the last day you will run rampant over the BSCW.  I'm back, and quite frankly I'm pissed! 

[Taurus hands the microphone to Ronan and signals for the Truck to follow him into the backstage area.  The two part as "Body Count" by Body Count plays over the P.A.  The crowd continues to go wild as the two walk back to the backstage area.] 

Matt Heath: Now that's how you make a return!  This is some seriously big news folks...  The Japanese Akita is back, and he's wasted no time in letting "Deadly" Derek Irvin know that he's back to stay. 

Bil Withonel: Yep...  Hopefully we'll be able to get Irvin and the rest of Greed's reaction to his development, but for now we're going to head back to the ring for what has been a greatly anticipated contest...  The Taipei Death Match for the BSCW Hardcore Championship. 

[The scene opens back stage. Shrapnel is standing with a pair of blue jeans and a Black Crossbreed T-shirt on. His right wrist is heavily taped in black. He walks over to a group of officials and they begin to tape his arms in white. As they dip his arms in glue, then roll them in glass, he chuckles a little. He exits to the right. The scene opens back up in the ring, where Jared Lord is standing by.  To his right we can see referee Jim Reilly wearing thick, protective gloves.] 

Jared Lord: Ladies and gentlemen...  The following match is a Taipei Death Match for the BSCW Hardcore Championship!  For this contest, each competitor has had his hands heavily taped, dipped in glue and covered in razor sharp shards of broken glass.  The winner of this match will be the man to score the first pinfall.  Introducing first...  From Highlands, Maine...  Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds...  Shrapnel! 

[The lights cut out and "Concentrate" by Crossbreed blasts over the P.A. The lights cut back on and Shrapnel is standing at the top of the stage. He looks at the crowd from behind his black painted face, with a red anarchy symbol. As he looks he hears an unexpected loud cheer. A big breasted blond, holding a "Marry Me Shrapnel" sign, has forced her way to the barricades, and is trying to hop over when Security stops her. Shrapnel takes this event with a cold laugh and makes his way to the ring.] 

Jared Lord: Introducing next...  Accompanied to the ring by Fantasy... From Oakland, California...  Weighing in at three hundred and nineteen pounds...  Representing Greed...  Whiskey Jakk! 

["Whiskey in the Jar" by Metallica hits the PA, and Whiskey Jakk makes his way out. Behind him is his lovely blonde valet Fantasy, who looks great in a black bikini top and matching skirt. Whiskey looks at his hands and wrists, taped and covered with shards of glass, and then makes his way to the ring. He steps into the ring over the top rope,
and then raises both arms in the air in the middle of the ring. He then sends Fantasy to the back because of the dangerous nature of this match, which is a decision greeted by boos from the crowd.] 

Jared Lord: And their opponent...  From Detroit, Michigan...  Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds...  He is the reigning BSCW Hardcore Champion...  Sykopath! 

[Huge crowd pop, with a few boos.  The camera focuses on a sign that says "Shrapnel = REAL Hardcore Champion!"  The camera finally pans back to the ramp way as "Dig" by Mudvayne hits the P.A. as Sykopath appears on the rampway with two cans of some odd carbonated drink.] 

Bil Withonel: What the hell is he carrying in his hands?!  Is that... wait... holy mother of soda pop it is!!  The exclusive Michigan soda, FAYGO!  He's got two cans of FAYGO!! 

[Sykopath stands in the rampway with the cans and bashes them together drinking them dry and spitting it out, smashing the cans against his head, getting ready for the match.  His arms are already all taped up and glassed over.  Sykopath pulls out from his pocket a carton of cigarettes, lights one, and sticks out his tongue after puffing it a little.] 

Matt Heath: What the hell, now what?! 

[Sykopath slowly raises the cigarette to his mouth and puts it out on his tongue, slowly grinding it in.] 

Bil Withonel: OH MY GOD, THAT'S SICK!  THAT'S JUST FUCKING SICK! 

[Sykopath makes his way down the rest of the ramp way and hops onto the apron and jumps over the ropes, slamming his fists together cutting himself, cracking his neck and knuckles, already starting to bleed all over the tape and ring.] 

Matt Heath: Well, that was pleasant.  Jakk seems to be the one taking the initiative...  Whiskey comes to Sykopath with a stiff follow through left, brushing Sykopath's mask and ear, cutting him up! Sykopath comes back with a punch to Jakk's kidneys and then an Uppercut right under the chin.  Shrapnel is now starting to come up behind Sykopath and starts to nail strong forearms into Sykopath's back and shoulders.  Sykopath arches his back and screams as Whiskey
Jakk capitalizes with a boot to the breadbasket and puts Syko between his legs, going for a Powerbomb... 

BUT NO!!  SYKOPATH TURNS IT INTO A SAMURAI DRIVER!  Whiskey is the first to go down in this match and
Shrapnel is there to pick up the pace with a Springboard Clothesline on Sykopath, cutting up Syko's chest and neck!  Syko hits the mat hard and rolls over grabbing his neck as he slowly gets to his feet as Whiskey Jakk comes up with a double axe handle smash to Sykopath's back!!  Sykopath is back down!! Shrapnel takes a step back...  And then dives headfirst as if he were going for homeplate...  Sliding to the feet of Jakk, and punching him in the shins!  As Jakk bends over to grab his bleeding legs, Shrapnel kick flips to his feet and starts to pound on Jakk...  And finally floors him with C-4, his version of a Superkick! 

Bil Withonel: Now with both men hurting...  It looks like Shrapnel is going to end this before they can comeback!  He signals for the Shrapnel Spike...  

NO!  Hoodwink!  Jakk nailed him with it...  And sliced up Shrapnel's side and back in the process!  That took the wind
right out of Shrapnel, as Whiskey nailed the Hoodwink seemingly out of nowhere!  Whiskey rolls to his feet, and walks over to Sykopath, who is only now starting to stir.  Whiskey is stomping away at Sykopath, and now laying forearms into his lower back!  Sykopath is screaming in pain, trying to get away!  Whiskey Jakk is absolutely merciless! Meanwhile, Shrapnel is finnaly starting to get back to his feet.  I don't think Syko's body can take much more of this vicious assault by
Jakk...  But now Shrapnel takes Whiskey in a SLEEPER HOLD!!  Giving just enough time for Sykopath to get to his feet and run to the ropes, rebounding with a Spinning Wheelkick, knocking Whiskey and Shrapnel over the TOP ROPE!!!  Sykopath looks down at the two who are now at their feet pounding the life out of each other, and Sykopath moves the
ref aside to go to the opposite ropes and...  

OH MY GAWD!!  Sykopath just dove over the top rope colliding into both men arms first! 

Matt Heath: This is getting completely out of control, but due to the circumstances of this type of match, the ref is completely powerless to do anything about it!  I believe that Whiskey took the brunt of that, as Shrapnel is already starting to make his way to his feet. Jakk is on the ground screaming in pain, Shrapnel climbs to the top turnbuckle.  He's waiting...  And as Sykopath gets to his feet he leaps...  Hoping to execute a 'Rana on Sykopath...  But Syko counters
by grabbing Shrapnel's legs...  Powerbomb!  What a counter by the champ!  From that we can see Shrapnel's pants have been ripped badly, and are beginning to be soaked with blood.  Disgusting.  Sykopath
stands over Shrapnel, taunting him…  But Jakk stirs and...

AUGH!  Low Blow!  He rammed the back of his fist right into Syko's crotch!  That ought to be illegal, damn it! 

Bil Withonel: It's a Taipei Death Match, that means nothing's illegal, dummy.  Shrapnel is back up, and he grabs Sykopath by the head and rolls him back into the ring!  Shrapnel jumps to the apron and springboards off with a SHOOTING STAR PRESS!  

One...  

Two...  

NO!

Sykopath got the shoulder up!  Shrapnel is in amazement as he gets up. He pulls the slightly taller Sykopath to his feet and whips him to the corner, but he TAKES OUT THE REF!! 

[Crowd: Ref Bump! Ref Bump! Ref Bump! Ref Bump!] 

Matt Heath: I think everyone knew it was only a matter of the time before the ref got knocked out in this wild and wooly affair. Sykopath looks at the ref as Shrapnel comes up from behind and and jumps on his shoulders!  Sykopath turns around to try and see what's going on and SHRAPNEL PULLS OFF A BIG TWISTING HUNRANCANRANNA!!  But
Sykopath sits up...  He's shaking the cobwebs free as Shrapnel looks on in amazement, but Shrapnel comes up from behind and gives him a Rolling Neck Whip!!  Sykopath must have gotten whiplash from that one! Shrapnel is pulling Sykopath groggily to his feet and kicks him in the stomach!  Rocker Dropper!  He goes for the cover…  But the
referee is OUT COLD!  Frustrated, Shrapnel picks the champ up by the head as Whiskey Jakk starts to get to his feet outside the ring. 

Bil Withonel: But what the hell are they going to without a ref? Someone has to call the damn match! 

[Suddenly, "Boston, You're My Home" by The Ducky Boys blasts over the P.A.  Shrapnel and Whiskey Jakk looks to the top of the ramp, as does everyone in the stands.  A few seconds pass, and with a bottle of Guinness comes...] 

Bil Withonel: Hannibal Carver?!  What the hell's he doing here? 

[Carver runs down to the ring, and yells at Shrapnel to continue, making his reason for coming down clear.] 

Matt Heath: Bil, it seems like Carver is here to officiate the match! 

Bil Withonel: That old drunk? 

Matt Heath: Why not?  He's been in enough of these chaotic matches to know what's what.  Anyway, as the match continues...  Shrapnel goes behind Sykopath and puts him in a Full Nelson...  

What the Hell!  WAIT NO!!  NO MAN'S LAND!  NO MAN'S LAND!!  Shrapnel is calling for the end
of Sykopath!  He's dragging Sykopath to his feet and NAILS THE
SHRAPNEL SPIKE!!  He covers, 

One...  

Two...  

NO WHISKEY BREAKS UP THE COUNT!!  OH MY GOD THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE!!  

Whiskey is dragging Shrapnel to his feet and starts to nail him with punches!!  He's putting Shrapnel's head between his legs... 

And JAKKED UP POWERBOMB!!!
 

Whiskey covers!  One...  NO SYKOPATH BREAKS UP THE COUNT AT ONE!! Whiskey gets up...  And gets right in Carver's face, complaining about a slow count!  Carver points to the back, clearly stating if Jakk doesn’t continue the match he'll toss him out!  Meanwhile, Shrapnel has slipped out of the ring during all the confusion. 

Bil Withonel: And if anyone remembers what happened to Sturgis and Williams, they know how good Carver is at tossing people out.  Back to the match, Shrapnel slides in a steel chair, and goes for another... The one that ring announcer Jared Lord is currently sitting on.  Lord protests...  But not for long as Shrapnel pushes him to the ground! He slides the chair into the ring, but Carver picks the chair up and says Shrapnel can't use it!  Shrapnel argues with Carver, and Jakk is
getting to his feet, and Carver pushes Shrapnel out of the way and NAILS JAKK WITH THE CHAIR!  What the hell is this crap!  He's no ref, he's just an old drunk looking for a bar fight!  

All this action has given Sykopath a chance to rest...  Sykopath drags Whiskey to his feet and throws him to the corner.  Sykopath barely able to lift him, puts him on the top rope.  He climbs to the second rope and picks Whiskey up, climbing to the top and hooks his foot under and...  

SUPER SPIDER FALL AWAY SLAM!!  

Sykopath looks behind, and Shrapnel has crawled up to cover Jakk, but he doesn't hook the leg and Sykopath climbs back to the top of the turnbuckle and... 

MOONSAULT ONTO BOTH MEN!!  Whiskey's out and so is Shrapnel!  

Sykopath is pulling Shrapnel off of Whiskey, and Sykopath is mounting Shrapnel and Starting to carve something into his
chest with a piece of glass!!  He picks up Shrapnel, and makes him stand...  He wrote...  What is that...  HA HA!!  SYKOPATH HAS WRITTEN "NO, FUCK YOU!" ON SHRAPNEL'S CHEST!  Sykopath has Shrapnel by the hair and slams him face first into the mat, spitting on the mat near Shrapnel! 

Matt Heath: Well, it's official...  This match is completely out of hand at this point.  Sykopath goes back to Whiskey and pulls him up. He puts Whiskey between his legs and signals for a Crucifix Powerbomb! He lifts up Jakk, 

BUT NO!!  JAKK GOES BEHIND AND HITS BAMBOOZLED!!

He covers Sykopath...  

One...  

Two...  

NO SHRAPNEL BREAKS UP THE COUNT WITH A CHAIR SHOT!!  CARVER ALLOWS IT!!!  

Shrapnel picks up Whiskey and THROWS THE CHAIR AT HIM!  Whiskey has barely caught the chair and Shrapnel HITS THE DISPERSMENT!  He picks up Jakk and puts him in a headlock and attempts...  

And HITS AN IMPLANT DDT!  

Jakk hits hard and rolls over flat on his back!  Shrapnel goes for the cover…  But Whiskey has his foot on the bottom rope!  Shrapnel picks Whiskey up by the head and whips him to the ropes...  No, reversal!  Shrapnel rebounds...  Whiskey catches him with a Powerslam...  Over the top rope and onto the floor below!  Unbelievable! 

[Crowd: Whiskey! Whiskey! Whiskey! Whiskey! Whiskey! Whiskey! Whiskey! Whiskey!] 

Bil Withonel: Damn...  That had to hurt.  Whiskey turns around.... Only to be met with a kick to the crotch by Syko!  Syko goes to the ropes and...  Sykotik DDT!  NO!!  Jakk caught him in the Crucifix. And nearly breaks the champ in half with a devastating Samoan Drop! Whiskey slowly gets back to his feet, picking Sykopath up as he does...  But his momentum is halted as Sykopath grips the front of Jakk's tights, grabbing his undies and pulling them up as high as possible, otherwise known as a Melvin!  Whiskey is doubled over, trying to fix his shorts...  Which sets him up for the Syko-KrushR!
Syko goes for the cover...  But Whiskey kicks out before the count of one!  Where is Jakk getting all this damned energy from?  Anyway, Whiskey is down, Shrapnel is out of the ring, and Sykopath is crawling over to Whiskey!  He turns Whiskey over and starts to pick a piece of glass out of the tape and carve into Jakk's forehead!  he finishes and
sits Jakk up in a CAMEL CLUTCH!!  THAT'S GOTTA HURT LIKE A BITCH!  The camera is zooming in, and it says... "Jakk is GAY"!  OH MY GOD THAT'S GOT TO BE DEGRADING FOR WHISKEY! 

Matt Heath: Yeah, don't be surprised to see Jakk sporting a bandana until that fully heals, folks.  Shrapnel rolls back into the ring, and is in Carver's face, complaining about something.  Carver tells him to stow it, but Shrapnel is refusing to let up.  Sykopath is back on his feet to catch Shrapnel and Carver arguing.  Shrapnel pushes Carver,
and Carver kicks Shrapnel in the gut!  Shrapnel doubles over and Sykopath runs towards Shrapnel, but Shrapnel pulls Carver in the way!! Sykopath floors Carver, but Carver gets to his feet quickly as Sykopath helps him up.  Shrapnel has really pissed Carver off now, and Carver comes up behind him, turns him around and picks him up and...

DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH THE DRUNK VALLEY DRIVER!  This place is going nuts! 

[Crowd: Whole Drunken Show! Whole Drunken Show! Whole Drunken Show!] 

Bil Withonel: Yeah, it's like a big AA meeting in here.  Sykopath picks up Shrapnel and gets him in position...  But Jakk is back to his feet!  He charges...  Whiskey hits a double Cactus Clothesline, dumping all men to the floor, while slicing them up, including Carver! Whiskey, being the only man not sliced to hell from that, rolls Shrapnel back into the ring.  OOF!  Big punch right to the face... But Jakk holds onto Shrapnel's hair, forcing him to take the full brunt of it!  Brutal.  Jakk goes to the ropes...  Rebounds...  Rolling Lariat...  

NO!  Shrapnel counters the Rolling Lariat into the Shrapnel Spike!  He hooks the leg as Carver rolls back into the ring...  

One...
 

Two...  

Whiskey kicks out!  Shrapnel can't believe it...  And neither
can I!  

Shrapnel gets up...  And Syko rolls in!  He takes a wild swing at Shrapnel…  Who ducks it and runs to the ropes!  Shrapnel rebounds...  And drills Syko's face into the mat with a beautiful Tirt-A-Whirl Bulldog!  He stands over the fallen Sykopath, taunting him...  But up from behind...  It's Whiskey Jakk!  He spins Shrapnel around, lifts him up by the throat...  And in an amazing feat on strength, walks over to the ropes with Shrapnel in the air...  

And Chokeslams him over the top rope and through the timekeeper's table below!  What carnage!  Whiskey's a big boy...  That had to be a fall of well over ten feet, from inside the ring to the concrete floor below.  Now Jakk is going outside to inflict even more damage! 

Matt Heath: Meanwhile, inside the ring, Syko is getting to his feet... But his vision seems to be completely impaired due to all the blood that's flowed from his brow!  He sees Carver...  But thinks he's Shrapnel or Whiskey, as he kicks Hannibal in the gut and plants him with a DDT!  Carver gets up and seems really pissed about this, and he's not gonna DQ Syko, he's gonna beat the hell out of him!  Carver starts to punch away at Sykopath, but Sykopath blocks Carver's Anderson Left and turns it into Hangman's Neckbreaker!  Carver slowly gets to his feet again, and Sykopath doesn't see him from behind cause he's trying to wipe the blood from his eyes, but Carver grabs and
plants him with a... 

WHITE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!  

Hannibal is now coming to his feet and starts to stomp on Sykopath.  Carver drags Sykopath to his feet...  And...  Picks him up into the DUI!  Carver is relentless, and Sykopath isn't helping the situation by bleeding all over himself! Whiskey just floored Shrapnel with another Jakked Up Powerbomb outside the ring, and now he's crawling in to help Carver!  Carver is picking up Sykopath for the Double A Spine Buster, but Whiskey nails a Neckbreaker Drop on the way down!  Whiskey now picks up Sykopath and nails him with rights and lefts, working him into a corner, and gives him a good knee!  Sykopath now being put up on the top turnbuckle... Whiskey's climbing after him... He's got Syko in a position for...

And YES HE HITS THE SUPERDUPER PLEX!  Sykopath HAS to be out by now!!

But Whiskey doesn't cover!  Whiskey is going up to another turnbuckle and he's going to attempt a MOONSAULT!  

BUT NO!! SYKOPATH GOT HIS KNEES UP JUST IN TIME!  Whiskey clutchs his stomach as Sykopath slowly
gets to his feet and comes up to Whiskey, locking in the STRAIGHT JACKET STRETCH!!  WHISKEY'S GOING TO TAP!! WHISKEY'S GOING TO TAP!! NO!  Shrapnel rolls into the ring, and gets together enough energy to nail a Low Dropkick to the side of Syko's head! 

Bil Withonel: See...  If a real ref got into it like Carver has, he'd be fired.  But everyone LOVES Hannibal, so he'll probably just get another t-shirt made.  It just ain't fair, I tell you.  Shrapnel and Sykopath are up... Whiskey is slowly getting to his feet, but Sykopath is there with a whip into a corner!  Jakk is slightly coming out of the corner, and Sykopath goes on all fours as Shrapnel comes off with a Jumping DDT!  Sykopath and Shrapnel exchange high fives and pull Whiskey to his feet!  They send him into the ropes, Whiskey ducks a double elbow attempt, and... 

NAILS THEM WITH A LEAPING CLOTHESLINE!!  ALL THREE MEN ARE DOWN!  Unreal!  

Whiskey is the first to get up... Although he seems to be limping a bit.  He picks Shrapnel up by the head...  Sets him up...  Jakked Up Powerbomb!  Right onto Sykopath! This might be it right now!  He hooks the leg, making sure to sink the
shards of glass into the back of Shrapnel's knee...  One...  Two... NO!!  Carver stops the count, as Syko gets his foot on the bottom rope!  Shrapnel rolls out of the way as Jakk complains to Carver. Shrapnel is pulling Sykopath to his feet now...  

But SYKOPATH BREAKS UP THE HOLD AND GRABS SHRAPNEL IN A T-BONE SUPLEX THAT SENDS SHRAPNEL
RIGHT ONTO WHISKEY JAKK!  

Both men are down, head to head on the floor and Sykopath gets a big gleam in his eye as he rushes outside the
ropes...  He springboards up...  

DOUBLE ARABIAN GUILLOTINE!!!  

Whiskey and Shrapnel both hit hard as Sykopath rolls over holding his leg like he might of hurt it on that last move...  But amazingly, he doesn't go for a cover!  Instead, he rolls to the outside of the ring.  What the hell's he up to? 

Matt Heath: Well, in true Syko fashion he's getting a table!  He sets it up...  And then grabs a steel chair and sets it up on top of the table!  He labors a bit to get around the table, and limps up the steel ring steps up to the ring apron.  Without a doubt, Sykopath hurt his leg on that Double Arabian Guillotine.  Shrapnel is getting back to his feet now...  And stops Syko's entrance to the ring with a back elbow to the jaw!  Shrapnel is out on the apron now...  And they seem to be battling it out to see who puts the other man through the table! Uh oh...  We've seen this one...  Sykopath hooks up Shrapnel and drapes a leg across the back of his neck as they leap off the apron and onto the chair and through the table!!!  Sykopath slowly is getting to his feet as Shrapnel lay unconscious on the ground... Sykopath rolls into the ring to meet up with Whiskey who has Sykopath's favorite chair!  Whiskey swings, Sykopath ducks... Sykopath goes for the Mental Illness, but Whiskey ducks that!  Whiskey throws the chair at Sykopath, Sykopath catches it, Sykopath sweeps Jakk, Jakk hits the mat and Sykopath comes up with a 180 Leg Drop with the chair under him!  Sykopath picks up the chair and Whiskey, tosses the chair to Whiskey who catches it and...  

NAILS SYKOPATH IN THE HEAD!!  Whiskey picks up Sykopath and drops the chair down...  He hooks Sykopath looking for the Bamboozled, but SYKOPATH REVERSES IT INTO A TWIST OF FATE ONTO THE CHAIR!  Whiskey is slowly trying to get to his feet as Sykopath positions the chair back a little and sizes up Jakk...  Jakk is up, and slowly turning around...  Sykopath comes off the ropes and NAILS THE SYKOTIK DDT!!!  He rolls over onto Jakk and hooks the leg tight! 

One...  

Two...  

Three?  

Three!!!  

SYKOPATH RETAINS THE HARDCORE TITLE!!!!!  Lets go to Jared Lord for the
official call! 

Jared Lord: The winner, and still BSCW Hardcore Champion...  Sykopath! 

[The crowd goes into a HUGE frenzy over this incredible match as Sykopath raises his arms in victory, holding up the title and calling to the side for a couple of drinks...  He's thrown a Surge..  And a Mountain Dew.  He opens them both, lays the Surge next to Jakk's head and drinks down the DEW and leaves the ring with his belt arm raised. Carver leaves next, with a smirk on his face.  Jakk gets up, shakes the cobwebs loose, and wastes no time thinking about his loss, instead
going to the back to prepare for his main event match.  Shrapnel finally gets up, dusts himself off, and walks to the back, clearly disgusted with himself.  The scene then fades to the backstage area, where Brian Stephens is standing by with Hannibal Carver, who is a bit bloody but otherwise no worse for wear.] 

Brian Stephens: Hannibal, tonight you made a surprise appearance in the Taipei Death Match, where you officiated, among other things. What was your reason for coming out? 

Hannibal Carver: Pretty damn simple, fruitcake.  Those crazy bastards knocked the ref silly.  The match needed to go on, the people wanted to see it, and those three men wanted a definite winner.  I responded to that need, that's all. 

Well, that's not all, I suppose.  I also heard Whiskey Jakk whining on Sunday Night Battleground about how I "went too far" back in that shithole backyard wrestling fed I used to be in, the NAWF.  Because I went out there and kicked his buddy Suicide King's ass but good, he wants to waste television time and call me on it.  Well Jakk, you're right, I did that.  I also ran your stablemates, The Maze Brothers, out of town all by my fookin' self.  I also, with the help of Taurus, beat the living shit out of you and your tag team partner.  I did a lot of things, mostly concerning beating the piss out of opening card jamokes like yourself.  If you have a problem with that, I'm not a hard man to find.  

[Looking at Stephens.]  

Now piss off, college boy. 

[Carver shoves Stephens aside, and walks off.  The scene is about to fade out, when Sykopath walks by.  He is limping and covered in blood, but is grinning all the same.  He's so pleased at his win that he fling the door marked "EXIT" open and jumps out.  Suddenly, screams, flashes of light and the sound of a huge horn being blown are heard, followed by the screeching of tires against pavement.  The camera quickly goes to the outside, and we see Sykopath on the ground,
unconscious and breathing very shallowly, in front of a Mack truck. The driver's side door of the tuck flies open, and the driver runs out.  He runs over to Sykopath, looks down at him, and screams for someone to call an ambulance.  With that, the scene fades back to the ring.  A Hell in a Cell is being lowered, as Jared Lord stands on the outside, ready to announce the start of the main event.] 

Jared Lord: The following contest is this evening's main event! 

[Crowd gets on their feet.] 

Jared Lord: It is a Thunderdome Match with both the BSCW World and Tag Team Championships on the line! 

[Crowd pops huge.] 

Jared Lord: The rules are as follows.  Elimination can come with either a pinfall or a submission.  Once a competitor is eliminated, he will be handcuffed to the cell.  The match will end when an entire team has been eliminated.  At that point any members of the winning team that were eliminated will be freed and allowed to do as they wish to the losing team, who will be handcuffed to the cell. 

[Crowd pops huge once again.] 

Jared Lord: In addition...  If two men survive, they will be the reigning BSCW Tag Team Champions.  If only one man survives, he will be the BSCW World Champion! 

[Crowd pops even louder as the lights dim.] 

Jared Lord: Introducing first...  From Anchorage, Alaska and Quebec, Canada respectively...  Weighing in at a combined four hundred and forty-six pounds...  "King of Submission" Quinn Charbonneau and Quincy LaCroix, The Q's! 

["Another One Bites The Dust" by Queen begins to play as The Q's run down to the ring to a huge pop.  They enter the cell through the door and climb to the top rope on opposite sides of the ring.  They raise their arms to an even louder response and jump down into the ring.] 

Jared Lord: Introducing next...  Accompanied to the ring by Taurus... From Atlanta, Georgia...  Weighing in at three hundred and sixty-five pounds...  Richard "The Truck" Harris! 

[Once again "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC rocks Lupo's Heartbreak Hotel and Richard "The Truck" Harris emerges from the back stage area.  His hands are heavily taped and he is wearing a torn Hank Williams Jr. T-shirt.  Flanking him is Taurus, who is now wearing an old Zodiac tee-shirt.  The two walk to the ring not acknowledging the fans. Taurus grabs a chair that is folded up on the floor, and sits on it. The Truck enters the sell, shaking hands with Quinn and Quincy.] 

Jared Lord: And their partner...  From Wedgwood, Seattle, Washington...  Weighing in at two hundred and sixty-seven pounds... He is the reigning BSCW World Champion...  Justin Keith! 

["I Still Don't Give A Fuck" by Eminem begins to play as Justin makes his way down to the ring to a monster face pop.  The expression on his face says that he's all business, as he hands his World Championship belt to the ref.] 

Jared Lord: And their opponents...  Accompanied to the ring by Fantasy...  First...  From Inglewood and Hollywood California respectively...  Weighing in at a combined four hundred and eighty-three pounds...  They are the reigning BSCW Tag Team Champions...  Tyson Bryson and "Hollywood" Matt James, Debonair!  From Oakland, California...  Weighing in at three hundred and nineteen pounds...  Whiskey Jakk!  And finally...  From Winston-Salem, North
Carolina...  Weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds... "Deadly" Derek Irvin!  Ladies and gentlemen...  This...  Is...  Greed! 

["Spoonman" by Soundgarden plays as DDI makes his way out, followed by Fantasy, Jakk and Debonair. Derek is dressed in his black and red wrestling pants that say "Deadly 1" and "DDI" down the sides, and a tanktop that also says "Deadly 1". Derek also wears the Shane Delaney memorial title belt around his waist, and shows it off to the crowd to
big heat. He gives it to Fantasy, thinking that Justin won't get it back because he won't hit a girl. Debonair is dressed in their usual attire, while Jakk is wearing a new "Got Whiskey" t-shirt and new wrestling tights.  He's also wearing the shirt he wore during the Taipei Death Match, ripped up, on his head like a bandana, just as Matt Heath had predicted.  Fantasy then leaves the ringside area as DDI gets ready to go.] 

Matt Heath: Before we begin...  I just want to report that an ambulance has arrived here at Lupo's Heartbreak Hotel and has brought Sykopath to the Emergency Room of a nearby hospital.  We'll try to get an update on the health of the Hardcore Champion before the end of our broadcast tonight.  Ok, well it looks like "Deadly" Derek Irvin will start things off here with Quincy LaCroix of The Q's.  They lock up, and Quincy comes out on top with a Side Headlock.  Irvin gets out of
it and whips Quincy to the ropes...  LaCroix rebounds as Derek ducks down for a Back Bodydrop...  

NO!  Quincy twists in mid-air, landing on his feet behind Irvin!  He quickly grabs DDI's legs, planting Irvin with a modified Sitdown Facebuster!  He goes for the cover...  But Derek easily kicks out.  Both men get to their feet...  And this time
it's DDI who's whipped to the ropes.  Taking a page out of Irvin's playbook, Quincy ducks his head down...  And gets rocked by DDI, who sees it way ahead of time and executes an amazing Running DDT!  Snap Leg Drop by DDI, who tags in Tyson Bryson.  Irvin picks Quincy up by the head and holds him for Bryson, who gets a cheap shot into the
abdomen, and plants LaCroix with a Piledriver.  He goes for the cover...  But LaCroix's foot is on the bottom rope.  Bryson gets back to his feet, and starts stomping away at LaCroix...  He runs to the ropes, rebounds...  And misses an Elbow Drop!  Quincy leaps up to his feet, and floors a rising Bryson with a Superkick!  LaCroix with a backwards roll, and tags in "The Truck"!  Bryson rolls to his feet and charges blindly...  And is taken down with a monstrous Clothesline! Matt James runs in...  Big boot right to the mush!  Irvin charges... Right into the waiting hand of Harris...  Chokeslam!  NO!!  Whiskey
Jakk runs in and hits a low tackle, taking Harris' legs out from under him.  The ref is clearing the ring of everyone but Whiskey, despite no tag being made. 

Bil Withonel: Yeah, another great call by the always blind BSCW officials.  Hey, at least he isn't beating anyone up, like the alcoholic in the last match.  Anyway, moving on...  Whiskey Jakk has Harris down on the mat, blatantly choking him out.  The ref counts to five, and Jakk reluctantly releases the choke.  He gets up...  But it takes quite an effort for him to do so...  Obviously the Taipei Death Match took one hell of a toll on the big man.  He steadies himself with the help of the ropes...  But unfortunately for him, Richard Harris wasn't in the Taipei Death Match, as he charges at Jakk, sending him crashing into the corner with a big time Lariat!  Harris with a bone crushing Forearm Smash right to the bridge of Jakk's
nose...  And he's climbing to the second rope!  

WHAM!  

A series of stiff shots to the face of Whiskey...  And he finally sends Jakk out of the corner with a Monkey Flip!  Whiskey is out of breath... Competing in this kind of match right after a grueling affair like a Taipei Death Match was not a good idea for the Jakkster at all! Harris goes to the ropes...  He rebounds and...  Double Foot Stomp to the abdomen of Whiskey Jakk!  Jakk is in a very bad way right now! Harris is pointing to the top rope...  He's going to put Whiskey Jakk away with the Asiatic Spike!  Outside the Cell, Taurus is on his feet, loudly cheering on Harris, as are Keith and The Q's!  "The Truck" climbs to the top...  But here comes Bryson and James with a pair of steel chairs!  Harris is on the top...  

THWACK!  

Conchairto!  That knocked Harris silly...  He's propped on the top rope, completely dazed!  

WHAM!  

Bryson scores with another chair shot as Whiskey slowly gets to his feet!  Whiskey labors a bit to climb the turnbuckle...  He has Harris locked in a Front Facelock...  Superplex!  He nailed it! But he's lying as motionless as Harris!  He rolls to the side, and with great effort raises his arm to tag in "Hollywood" Matt James! James comes in...  And scores with a Baseball Slide to the back of Harris' head! 

Matt Heath: James picks Harris up by the head...  And locks him up for a Swinging Neckbreaker...  NO!  Harris blocks it...  And almost slams James through the canvas with a brutal Spinebuster!  He lunges forward...  Tagging in Justin Keith!  Harris and Keith are stomping the hell out of James!  Bryson and Irvin run in...  Irvin gets dropped with a Superkick courtesy of the World Champ...  And Bryson gets Back Body Dropped right out of the damn ring!  Keith picks DDI up by the head and whips him to the ropes...  Irvin rebounds...  And gets demolished by a Double Hip Toss!  Keith yells at The Q's, who quickly climb to the top rope on opposite corners...  Quinn with an Elbow Drop...  And Quincy with a Frog Splash!  It is absolute bedlam here in Providence, Rhode Island! 

[Crowd: B-SC-Dub! B-SC-Dub! B-SC-Dub! B-SC-Dub!] 

Bil Withonel: Quadruple teaming...  Real nice and fair, eh?  The Q's charge at Whiskey Jakk, who's still standing on the apron...  And try to force him into the ring with a tandem Vertical Suplex...  NO!!
Jakk blocks it...  

AAAGGHH!!  

And sends Quinn and Quincy crashing to the concrete floor below with a Double Vertical Suplex!  What power by
Whiskey Jakk!  In the ring, Harris is exiting the ring, as the ref is ordering DDI out as well.  Nice to see he paid attention to who the hell the legal men were this time around.  Keith picks Matt up by the head, hooks him in a Reverse Facelock and...  Dragon Sleeper!  He has it locked in, right in the middle of the ring!  He has nowhere to go!

OOF!  It's broken up by DDI, who knocks Justin silly with a Springboard Dropkick!  

DDI helps James to his feet as Justin starts to get to his feet.  Justin points to Quincy...  Springboard Spinning 

Back Elbow knocks Irvin flat...  And by doing that Quincy gave Justin the chance he needed!  Keith with the Schoolboy Pin from behind, taking James completely from behind... 

One...  

Two...  

He has a handful of Matt's tights!

Three!  "Hollywood" Matt James has been eliminated! 

["I Still Don't Give A Fuck" briefly plays as the cell door opens, and security rushes in, dragging James kicking and screaming out of the ring, and handcuffs him to the cell.  In the ring, Justin Keith is quick to pounce on "Deadly" Derek Irvin.] 

Matt Heath: Justin's on top of Irvin, beating the hell out of him with a rapid fire succession of closed fists, and Justin's team is now ahead on points, as Matt James has been eliminated and is cuffed to the cell.  Derek shoves Justin off of him...  Justin comes back for more...  Irvin kips up...  And nails the Backlash out of nowhere!  He runs to the ropes...  Rebounds...  And scores with a very impressive Corkscrew Leg Drop!  He goes for the cover...  

One...  

Two...  

Thr--

Justin gets the shoulder up, but just barely!  Irvin gets back to his feet...  Picks Keith up by the hair, and whips him to the ropes. Justin rebounds...  And ducks a Forearm Smash!  He comes off the ropes on the other side...  And lands a breathtaking Flying Clothesline! That seemed to take out as much from Justin as it did DDI!  Justin rolls over, reaching to make the tag to Quinn Charbonneau...  But Derek is back up...  And drags Justin back to the center of the ring! Irvin picks Justin up by the head...  But Keith mule kicks DDI right in the Irvin family jewels, and executes a forward roll, tagging in
the "King of Submission"!  Charbonneau charges in like a house of fire, rocking Irvin with a series of nasty chops to the chest!  A stiff shot the head, and he whips the Deadly One to the ropes!  Irvin rebounds...  And gets caught in the Alaskan Crab!  He's screaming in pain!  He's trying his hardest to make it to the ropes...  He's inching his way...  

NO!!  Quinn drags him back to the middle of the ring, and re-applies the Crab...  But Irvin pushes off with his free
leg, sending Charbonneau crashing head first into the corner!  DDI slams Quinn's face repeatedly into the top turnbuckle...  And finally takes him downtown with a Diving Reverse DDT! 

Bil Withonel: Now Irvin's slipping out of the ring, grabs Quinn's legs, and pulls with all his might, sending Charbonneau hurtling gonads first into the steel ring post!  The ref is warning him...  But DDI pays no attention, as he locks in the Ringpost Figure Four Leg Lock!  Quinn is screaming in pain!  Quincy begins to go to break it up...  But Tyson Bryson, still on the outside, grabs him by the ankles and pulls him to the floor!  Tyson blocks a left jab by LaCroix, and floors him with Hot Shot, right into the side of the cell!  Justin Keith jumps down to help LaCroix as Harris runs in to make the save... But "The Truck" is cut off at the pass by Whiskey Jakk, who scores with a Clothesline!  Quinn can't take anymore!  He's tapping!  It's all over for the "King of Submission"! 

["Spoonman" briefly plays as the cell door opens once again.  Security rushes in, helping Quinn to the outside, where they handcuff him to the cell.  Meanwhile, Whiskey Jakk restrains Richard Harris by choking him out with his boot as "Deadly" Derek Irvin gets back into the ring.] 

Matt Heath: DDI re-enters...  And together with Whiskey Jakk they put the boots to "The Truck"!  They slap each other high five...  And Jakk exits the ring.  Irvin with a quick cover...  Harris kicks out before the count of one...  With authority!  Irvon gets back to his feet... And runs to the ropes as Harris staggers back to his feet.  Irvin rebounds...  Tirt-A-Whirl Headscissors!  NO!!  Harris stops it halfway, following throught with a gigantic Facebuster from an enormous height!  He tags in Quincy LaCroix!  Irvin gets to his feet as Harris rushes to the corner...  LaCroix runs into the ring and towards Harris...  What the hell is going on here?  Harris gets Quincy in position for a Powerbomb!  Harris gets him up, and hurls him at DDI!  

OOF!  At the last second Quincy nails Irvin with a Flying Back Elbow!  What a maneuver! 

[Crowd: Quincy! Quincy! Quincy! Quincy! Quincy! Quincy! Quincy! Quincy!] 

Bil Withonel: That was quite the spectacular god damn move, I'll give them that.  Quincy gets back to his feet, and lays in a series of quick as lightning kicks to the back of Irvin's legs!  He hooks him up...  Crooked Figure Four Leg Lock!  Irvin is screaming in pain!  He has nowhere to go...  But here comes Tyson Bryson!  He charges at LaCroix...  Who releases the hold and surprises the hell out of Bryson with a Back Body Drop!  He turns around...  And walks right into the waiting arms of the Deadly One!  Jawbreaker!  Justin Keith and Harris run in to break it up...  But DDI calls the ref on them!  The ref intercepts them, forcing them back out!  Just then, DDI calls to Jakk, who drops down off the apron and grabs a chair, sliding it into the ring!  Irvin picks LaCroix up by the head as Bryson gets up and climbs up to the second rope...  Spiked Deadly Driver!  Bryson goes for the cover as DDI gets the ref's attention...  The ref starts the count as DDI provides the distraction for Harris and Keith...  

One...  

Two...

Three!  

LaCroix is out!  Bryson wasn't even the legal man!  Damn that ref is stupid! 

["Debonaire" plays briefly as once again the security guards come in and escort a dazed LaCroix to the cell, where he’s cuffed. Unfortunately for DDI, his "distraction" works a bit too well, as Keith and Harris enter the ring.] 

Matt Heath: DDI and Justin Keith are going toe to toe, exchanging right and left hands like presents at Christmas!  Bryson runs to break it up...  But "The Truck" is there to make the save!  He grips Bryson by the throat...  BIG Chokeslam!  He raises his arms to a huge response...  As Jakk runs in...  Cactus Clothesline!  Both Harris and Jakk go over the top!  Harris was better off...  And starts peppering Jakk with a series of stiff shots to the head!  Inside the ring... Justin takes the advantage, whipping DDI to the ropes...  DDI rebounds...  And nearly takes Justin's head off with an amazing Spinkick!  DDI calls Bryson over, and the two whip Justin to the ropes yet again...  They're backing up to the ropes...  They're going to dump him over the top!  Justin rebounds as the two duck their heads... But he sees it a mile away!  He boots Tyson square in the head, sending the remaining half of Debonair tumbling through the ropes and onto the floor below!  Justin lands a boot to Irvin's midsection, and nails a perfectly executed Snap Suplex!  He picks DDI up by the head, walks around him...  And nails the Lost Marbles!  He grabs Derek by the hair...  And whips him into the corner, following him in...  

OUCH! Irvin ducks down, and Keith flies right through the turnbuckles,
slamming head first into the steel ring post!  

DDI props him up... And takes him down with the Deacon Drop!  Sensing Justin is on his last legs, DDI climbs to the top...  While Harris floors Whiskey with a Gut Wrench Powerbomb on the cold, hard, unforgiving concrete floor! Harris quickly climbs up onto the ring apron, and grabs DDI by the throat!  He's going to nail him with the Truck Stop!  The Chokeslam
off the top to the floor…  If he hits this it's good night for Irvin!  He tenses up...  NO!  Good Lord!  Derek switches it up
halfway, twisting it into a Tornado DDT at the last possible moment! DDI barks an order at Jakk as he rolls Harris back into the ring. "The Truck" is dead weight, he was knocked absolutely out cold with that maneuver.  Justin is getting back to his feet as Jakk enters the ring...  He walks behind him and...  Kick to the small of the back! Justin grimaces in pain as Jakk gets him in position...  Bamboozled! DDI rolls Harris into the ring and covers him...  As Jakk goes for the
cover on Justin Keith!  

One...  

Two...  

Justin kicks out!  

Three!!

But Richard Harris does not!  This is looking _very_ bad for Justin Keith! 

["Spoonman" re-plays briefly as security rolls an unconscious Richard Harris out of the ring and cuffs him to the cell.  The crowd boos furiously as Tyson Bryson enters the ring.] 

Bil Withonel: Unreal!  All three men are putting the boots to Justin Keith...  Who had some serious damage done to him a mere moment away with the Bamboozled.  What's this?  The ref is ordering both Jakk and Irvin out of the ring!  He's saying if they don't retreat to the apron he'll award the match to Justin Keith!  They do reluctantly...  As Tyson Bryson does the Hulk Hogan posedown.  Does he have no soul? Bryson goes to the ropes as Justin gets back to his feet...  Shoulder
Block...  But the only one to go down is Bryson!  He kips up to his feet...  And gets caught in a Bearhug by Justin...  Belly to Belly Suplex!  He holds onto it and picks Bryson back up...  Northern Lights Suplex!  He holds onto it and gets back up...  And other Northern Lights!  Justin gets up, points to the crowd to a huge response, picks Bryson back up and...  Spinebuster!  He climbs up to the top rope as Bryson gets back to his feet...  Bryson turns around… Blockbuster Surprise!  Justin stands back up  to a huge response... But isn't paying attention to his surroundings...  And gets grabbed by Whiskey Jakk!  DDI grabs one arm, Jakk with the other...  And Bryson sees the opportunity of a lifetime!  He charges..  And takes flight with a Body Press...  But Keith pulls free!  Bryson just took out DDI and Jakk!  They both fall off the apron, and Tyson can't believe it! He turns around...  Right into a kick to the crotch by Justin Keith! Bryson is doubled over in pain...  Justin gets him in position... Keith's Deadly Surprise!  He nailed it perfectly!  He goes for the cover...  

One...  

Two...  

Three!!  

There's hope for Justin after all! 

["I Still Don't Give A Fuck" re-plays as security carry an unconscious Bryson to the outside, where he is cuffed alongside his partner, "Hollywood" Matt James.  DDI and Jakk shake the cobwebs loose, and Jakk agrees to start things off.] 

Matt Heath: That was what Justin needed to do, but he's not out of the woods yet.  He still has to eliminate Whiskey Jakk and "Deadly" Derek Irvin, not an easy task.  But, if there's anyone that can do it, it's Justin Keith.  Jakk rolls in, still very bruised and very hurt from not only this match, but that ultra violent Taipei Death Match earlier this evening.  They locks up...  And Jakk whips Keith to the ropes. Justin rebounds...  And Whiskey catches him in the Hoodwink!  

NO!! Justin slips out the back door, and nails Jakk with the Lost Marbles!

Justin is quick to take advantage...  Locking the big man in a Surfboard Stretch!  Jakk is screaming in pain, and I think he's about to submit after a long night of hard work...  But Irvin runs in and tears Justin off of Jakk, nailing him with a Swinging Neckbreaker! Jakk staggers to his feet, and goes to grab Justin by the head...  But Keith grabs Whiskey by the front of the tights, using the big man's weight against him, causing him to tumble through the ropes and onto the floor!  

OOF!  Jakk hit his head on the steel ring steps on the way down!  He isn't moving at all!  

Justin gets up...  Only to be hit with a Russian Leg Sweep courtesy of "Deadly" Derek Irvin!  He goes for the cover...  

One...  

Two...  

Th--  

Justin kicks out!  Derek looks _very_ frustrated at this point, Bil. 

Bil Withonel: As he should.  He really _has_ to be thinking if he has the tools to put away Keith, and if self-doubt is starting to sprout in his mind, Justin could have the match won right there.  DDI picks Justin up by the head...  Justin puts a stop to Irvin's momentum with a European Uppercut!  Derek staggers backwards as Justin gets back to his feet...  He gets Irvin into position...  Northern Lights Suplex! He holds onto it and picks Irvin back up...  Going for another one... NO!!  DDI blocks it and nails Keith with an Implant DDT!  Irvin closes in for the kill...  But Justin puts a stop to his pinning attempt by kicking his left foot out wildly, catching Derek square in the chest! Justin gets back up and charges at Irvin...  And misses a Clothesline! DDI ducks and goes behind Justin, locking him in a Sleeper Hold! 

NO!!  The One And Only!  He nailed him with it!  That has _got_ to be it!  But he isn't going for the pin!  He's pointing to the cell, and sliding to the outside of the ring!  He can't be thinking what I think he is! 

Matt Heath: Actually Bil, he is!  Irvin is climbing the cell!  He must be insane!  He gets halfway up, looks back down, takes a deep breath and...  Falling and falling!  He's twisting as he falls, he's going for the DDI!  

GOOD LORD NO!!  

Justin rolls out of the way, and Derek Irvin might have committed suicide there?  He isn't moving at all! Justin staggers to his feet as Whiskey Jakk begins to get to his feet outside the ring...  Justin picks DDI up by the head and gets him in position...  

WHAM!  

Pedigree!  He nailed the Deadly One with Justin's dearly departed brother, The "Franchise" Shane Delaney, finishing
move!  Justin collapses to the mat, and Jakk is crawling up to the ring apron as Justin slowly drapes his arm over DDI's chest!  

One...

Jakk is entering the ring!  

Two...  

Thre---  

NO!!  Jakk broke up the count!  He picks Keith up by the head and gets him in position... Jakked Up Powerbomb!  He just about crushed Justin's spine with that! Jakk raises his arm in victory...  And finally falls on top of Keith! 

One...  

Two...  

Three!!  

He did it!  He defeated Justin Keith!  We have a new World Champion! 

[The ref runs out to confer with Jared Lord.  After a few minutes of debate, Jared Lord makes the following announcement.] 

Jared Lord: Ladies and gentlemen, the survivors of the Thunderdome... And NEW BSCW Tag Team Champions...  Whiskey Jakk and "Deadly" Derek Irvin! 

["Whiskey In The Jar" blasts over the P.A. as Jakk staggers to his feet.  The ref re-enters the ring, this time with the BSCW Tag Team Championships, as security drags Justin out and cuffs him to the cell alongside "The Truck" and The Q's.  The ref drapes one belt over the fallen figure of DDI, and hands the other to Whiskey Jakk.  Jakk's eyes get wide, as he kisses the belt and raises it high, still not able to believe that he's just one his first championship in his wrestling career.  He revives DDI, as the ref uncuffs Debonair.  DDI and Jakk then roll out of the ring, and together all of Greed walks over to the incapacitated Justin Keith, Richard Harris and The Q's.] 

Bil Withonel:  And now it's time for the pain!  Debonair is taking turns taking cheap shots at the Q's, as Derek and Jakk nod at each other...  WHAM!  Stereo belt shots to the face of Richard Harris and Justin Keith! 

[Suddenly, "That's Gangsta" by Shyne plays, as "The Icon Killer" Matt O'Riordan runs down to the ring, joining his stablemates in the attack of their opponents.] 

Matt Heath: What the hell is this?  Now it's five one four, with the four cuffed to a cell!  Justin and Harris are busted open very badly as the assault continues...  But the Japanese Akita has seen enough! Taurus rushes in, pasting O'Riordan with a chair shot to the back of the head...  

WHAM!  

DDI responds by blasting Taurus with the Tag Team Championship belt!  Jakk and Irvin now put the boots to Taurus, but
from the crowd...  It's Max C!  He levels Jakk and Irvin with a Double Clothesline!  As if that weren't enough...  Damian Payne, The Mob Squad!  Debonair gets a pair of boots to the gut from The Mob Squad... And Payne floors them with a Double DDT!  Jakk and Irvin are up, and grab their belts and Debonair and flee like rats!  What a night! 

[Max C helps Taurus up as Damian Payne yells at the ref to uncuff Keith, Harris and The Q's.  he camera zooms out, and the scene finally fades to black.]