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[Mike Powers]

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Jay Betts: "Welcome everyone to another edition of EPW Affliction!!! I'm Jay Betts and to my right is my counterpart, Roger McQueen."

Roger McQueen: "What do you think of the new theme song and intro Jay?"

Jay Betts: "Completely awesome Rog!! Speaking of our new intro, we'd like to give a shoutout to KapowGFX.com for producing that slick new entrance for us! Thanks guys!"

Opening Contest
-- Triple Threat Match --

Jacob Wright
-v-
Madelyne McTaggert
-v-
Rylee Renegade

All three competitors take a brief moment to study their opponents, getting each other’s measure before they attack...well before Rylee and Madelyne attack. Without warning the two femme fatales turn their attention on Jacob Wright and lay him out with dual clotheslines.

Roger McQueen: This is a threesome any man would enjoy!

Jay Betts: Except for the women beating you up part.

The Righteous Prince is on his feet in a flash but Rylee jumps high into the air for a dropkick whereas Madelyne dives down low with a chop block, the women taking Wright down once more. Rylee attempts a falling reverse DDT on her same gender compatriot but McTaggart blocks the move, twisting her body around to face her opponent and counter into a scoop slam.

Roger McQueen: Never can say no to a little girl on girl action

Jay Betts: Are you going to be like this the whole match?

Roger McQueen: Probably.

Jacob Wright gains a degree of payback, catching Madelyne off guard with a Russian leg sweep then turns his attention to a recovering Rylee and connects with an inverted neck breaker. Miss Renegade kicks out of the ensuing pin at the count of two and rolls underneath Jacob’s reaching arms, and leaps off of the ring ropes into a springboard DDT, catching both of her opponents and driving them head first into the mat.

Jay Betts: If looks could kill, Rylee Renegade would be doubly dangerous!

Rylee motions to the fans and performs an odd little shimmy before flipping herself backwards for a standing moonsault onto Madelyne McTaggart. Jacob Wright makes his presence felt, breaking up the pin just after the two count by pulling Rylee off and tossing her over the ropes. As Madelyne stands up, Jacob catches her with a combination of a running dropkick to the knee, followed by a running spin kick to the head.

Roger McQueen: The Wright Place at the Wright Time!

Unfortunately unbeknownst to the Righteous Prince, Rylee Renegade had managed to hold herself on the apron and climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and calling out to Mr Wright, who turns around and looks on as Rylee catches him by surprise with a diving hurricanrana. Rylee doesn’t end there, pulling Jacob into the centre of the ring and sets him up into the Cameltoe Clutch.

Roger McQueen: How embarrassing for Jacob, getting his arse handed to him by a woman.

Jay Betts: What are you talking about, that happens to you all the time in the bedroom.

The hold is broken as soon as Rylee sees Madelyne standing back up and she hopes to take advantage with a sneak attack, Jacob Wright however has something else in store for Miss Renegade, having enough sense to grab her feet and trip her up, into an Olympic slam from McTaggart. Jacob makes a blind rush for Madelyne who proves more than ready for Mr Wright, grabbing onto his pants and throwing him through the ring ropes and to the outside of the ring.

Roger McQueen: Yeah Jacob, you have no place in the ring. Not when there are two sexy ladies about to get all hot and sweaty with each other.

For good measure Madelyne connects with the Goodnight Kiss then drags Rylee to the centre of the ring and applies the Lock, Stock and Smoking Barrel submission. Jacob is unable to intervene in time and Rylee gives in, tapping out and handing the victory to Madelyne McTaggart.

Winner – Madelyne McTaggert

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The screen is filled with static for several moments, before an image slowly begins to clear up.


The Whitehouse appears in the background as a woman wearing a white mask walks onto the screen. She has her hair pulled back into a bun and she is wearing a Sarah Palin type grey, suit.

Woman: "He was born into greatness. As a child, he was enrolled into all of the best classes and courses that money could buy. Even as a teenager, it was clear that he would be a true leader. Upon graduating high school, he turned down offers from Harvord and the rest of the Ivy League to persue studies at the historic Oxford University. It was evident that nothing in the world would be able to keep him from persuing his dreams."

The backdrop begins to burn behind her.

Woman: "So we took him out."

She begins to laugh as the paper image of America's most famous house burns behind her.

Woman: "Some people look to make names for themselves, some people's names make them. As for us, you can call me Lust."

The fire engulfs the screen as she walks away laughing.


The screen briefly decends into static again for a few moments, before clearing up again.


A black station-wagon drives down the street and as the light turns red, the car drives through the intersection. A red toyata plows into the side of it sending a shower of glass and twisted metal into the path of large pick-up truck. Another car slams on the breaks and swerves to avoid the wreck but crashes into a parked car. From among the wreckage emerges a large man wearing a horrible mask.

Man: "Shame...this one wasn't even my fault."

Onlookers rush to help out the wounded as the man walks away from the mess, not even casting a look behind him. He begins laughing to himself.

Man: "He's going to be mad at me... he's going to punish me... it wasn't my fault though, not this time.... I swear it... I used to live for this carnage, but not no more... they changed me, made me into a better man... it's not my fault..."

The man walks into an alleyway as sirens begin to arrive at the scene.

Man: "You can call me Lust."

The man pulls the breaks off of a mobile dumpster sending it flying out of the alleyway into the streets. He opens the door of the building as a crashing glass is heard from the street.

Man: "It's never my fault!"


For a third time, the picture degrades into a mass of static for several long seconds, before slowly becoming clear again.


A fog rolls through the graveyard covering the tombstones in a thick haze. A man's voice cuts through the silence.

Man: "We work amongst the shadows, the darkness is our home.
We've cast aside our memories, our past lives are unknown.
We sacrifice our own goals to become one with our cause.
One image, one life, one name, we gain all through our loss."

The camera pans over to one empty grave, the fog covers the name on the tombstone.

Man: "Heed my words fools, they you know you can trust.
The only thing you can believe come from the mouths of..."

The fog dispearses to reveal the four letter name on the tombstone.

Man: "Lust."


For a final time, the screen decends into static. This time, when we slowly fade back in, we are looking at the stunned faces of our announce duo, Jay Betts and Roger McQueen.

Jay Betts: "Roger.....what in the hell was that?!?

Roger McQueen: "Some of the most disturbing imagery this side of Clive Barker?"

Jay Betts: "If these 'Lust' guys are coming to EPW, I think I may want to ask for a raise!"

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Second Contest
-- Singles Match --

BrainWave
-v-
Julius Morningside

The lights dim as a needle scratches across old vinyl. A recording of a pipe organ, old-sounding as if it was recorded in the first days of recorded sound, filters into the arena. Julius Morningside steps through the curtain and walks slowly to the ring. His rain slicker flows all around him, and his eyes, somewhat discreet beneath his hood, are fixated on the ring. His demeanor is stoic and unaffected, as if he walks in an empty arena. The crowd does not register to him.

Jay Betts: Damn, there he is. He scares me.”

Roger McQueen: “What? Just because he’s very unstable and he tried to kill someone on a pay per view a few weeks ago and he’d rip you to shreds if you crossed him…”

Jay Betts: “Okay, that’s enough. Your going to freak people out again.”

"Judith" by A Perfect Circle begins to play. Brainwave wakes his way down to the ring, calmly and slowly.

Jay Betts: “The fans don’t really like either of these two guys.”

Roger McQueen: “So? I don’t really like you!”

Jay Betts: “You know, you're much nicer when Graham is here to keep you in check.”

The match starts slowly, both men trying to size each other up. They go to tie up but Julius kicks Brainwave in the gut. Julius lines him up with a European uppercut that sends BW staggering backwards. Julies chases after him but BW responds with a lariat that sends Julius staggering back himself. Julius responds and hits him, three stiff kicks. Brainwave. An irish whip got reversed, and Julius catches BW on the rebound with a BIG backbreaker.

Roger McQueen: “Dammit!”

Jay Betts: “What?”

Roger McQueen: “These guys aren’t trying to massacre each other.”

Jay Betts: "That might not be a bad thing…”

Julius picked up BW, and tossed him in the corner, leveling in punches to the midsection. Seven, eight nine, and Julius backed off before getting disqualified. BW stumbled out of the corner, and was driven with monster stalling vertical suplex.

Jay Betts: “That was a nice stalling suplex.”

Roger McQueen: “Very insightful commentary, as usual.”

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BW easily kicked out, and Julius hauled him to his feet, delivering a couple knee strikes to the head on the way up. Julius set up the The Final Collection, but while he’s holding B-wave up in the brainbuster position, BW threw a few elbows to the ribs, gets back to his feet and hits an Overhead Belly-to-Belly suplex.

Jay Betts: “Oh wow, have you ever seen a big man thrown around like that?”

Roger McQueen: “No but I’ve seen a big man throw you around…”

Jay Betts: “….you didn’t just go there.”

BW begins to go to work on Julius. He locks Morningside in a Camel Clutch and starts wrenching it but Julius gets to the ropes. He lets go quick and rolls Julius into he ring more and locks in an Abdominal Stretch. After a brief fight, Julius powers out. BW wasn't done yet, however, and after taking down Julius with a headlock he leapt to the nearest turnbuckle, flying off with a sweet Moonsault from second turnbuckle!!! BW rolled off due to momentum, but dove back on for the cover.

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Julius rolled the shoulder, keeping the match alive. BW got Julius up, and tried to irish whip him but instead got himself whipped him to the ropes. What he was planning, we'll never know, as BW caught him, lifting him up for a Uranage!!!

Jay Betts: “Nice counter into an uranage!”

Roger McQueen: “This is much more methodical then I was hoping for…”

Jay Betts: “C’mon, enjoy the technical beauty of this.”

Julius was definitely in some pain, and BW hauled him up, looking to end this... time for WaveForm! But Julius wasn't quite ready to get his head taken off, and he fired elbows to the head, hoping to get out. Stunned from the blows, BW released his hold just a bit, and Julius managed to swing his body around mid-air to reverse the cutter-like maneaver into a bull-dog!

Jay Betts: “Who knew the big man could move like that?”

Roger McQueen: “You making these jokes too easy.”

Jay Betts: “Speaking of easy…”

BW got up slowly, though, but a Mafia kick from Julius sent him back down. Again BW popped up, but another Mafia kick sent him sprawling. For a third time, BW got to his feet, and JM caught him, driving him down with the Slingshot suplex! Cover, could that be it?

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3! NO! He got the shoulder up!!

Jay Betts: “Oh my God! How much more can Brainwave take?”

Roger McQueen: “At least he doesn’t take as much as you do.”

Jay Betts: ”I believe that was an awful attempt at a gay joke. Epic fail there.”

BW just managed to get the shoulder up, and kept himself alive. JM hauled him up, and caught him again, this time hitting a nice Cravat. BW began to slowly pick himself up, but JM was measuring him for the Repossession. JM goes to grab for it but BW hits a drop-toe-hold! He’s on top of Morningside…. The Zygoma Lock is locked in… Julius has nowhere to go.....and he taps!!!

Winner – BrainWave

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We cut to a halfway lit hallway, with two metal doors on the left. Standing beside them is Project: Revolution, who is pacing back and forth as if full of energy. He wears his ring attire, which leaves little to the imagination.

Project Revolution: *slapping self in head* "I can do this. Can't be scared. ROAR!

Project then sighs and knocks on the door, which is met with a shout from the other side.

???: "Password."

Project Revolution: "What?"

???: "Come on..."

Project's eyes squint at the door, his shoulders tensing and his fists clenching. Project appears to be ready to burst through the door, but instead stops and begins to....sing?

Project Revolution: "If you're going to San Fransisco..."

As the crowd laughs and cheers, the voice continues the song for him.

???: "Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair..."

Project begins to grind up against the door, driving his groin harder and harder into the metal to the degree that it has to hurt. A guitar is also heard as the door is cracked slightly.

Project Revolution: "If you're going to San Fransisco..."

???: "You're gonna meet...some gentle people there...."

The guitar stops, and Project almost snaps out of a trance as he watches the door open.

Project Revolution: "Come on."

Madman Szalinski, clad in a mask resembling Majora's Mask, and a plain black singlet with a single dark purple stripe, is standing on the other side of the door - which is outside of the arena. He is holding a classic nylon guitar, while Ariel Shadows is standing next to him in a white halter top and skirt.

Madman Szalinski: "What's up...do I call you Project, Project: Revolution, do I have to put the pause in there, or can I just call you Proj....?"

Project Revolution: "You can call me anything you want, Mr. Madman."

Project stares at Madman longingly who scratches behind his mask for a second. Ariel remains latched onto his arm.

Project Revolution: "What's your secret? How come you're so good?"

Madman Szalinski: "What do you mean? I'm still the same guy."

Project Revolution: "You've pinned a god, three times in a row. It's like I suck and you're the best. Like you have something, something amazing and you've only just figured it out."

Madman Szalinski: "Nope. Nothing like that, just the same old me. It could be the power of Majora, I don't know."

Project Revolution: "Just share your secret with me. Let me taste it, let me smell it, let me have some."

Ariel's eyes get big, and she tugs on Madman's hand.

Ariel Shadows: "Ohhhh...I know what he means. Babe, this could be fun."

Project Revolution: "I think I could. But do you think I should?"

Ariel Shadows: "Hmmm....sure. Why not?"

Madman looks up from Ariel, back to Project, and smiles.

Madman Szalinski: "Well, Proj, it's your lucky day."

Project stares around, perhaps wondering if he's being punked. Then a look of joy spreads across his face, a look of blissful joy. Then his face freezes, and is replaced by a sadness.

Project Revolution: "When I pictured this moment, I thought you'd all be naked."

A midget walks on camera and punches Project in the dick, he doubles over in pain. He is dressed up as one of Santa's elves and does a little jig and hands something to Madman. There's a smug look on Madman's face as he motions for Project to get closer. He extends something to Project but the camera's begin to fade out.

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Third Contest
-- Singles Match --

Project: Revolution
-v-
Crazy KYD


The lights go completely dark as we hear a warped music box begin to play the opening of a very creepy, off-tune version of a lullaby. Suddenly, we hear the loud “OH!” bring in the thrashing chords of “Gaia Bleeds (Make Way For Man)” by Set Your Goals breaks the unsettling opening. A huge pyrotechnical blast engulfs the entranceway, prompting the lights to return to normal Crazy KYD exiting the entranceway as it clears with Jasmine Ravyn in tow. He looks rather focused, Jasmine putting her hand on his back as he makes his way down the ring.

Nick Taggert: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Jasmine Ravyn…”

KYD makes his way to the ring, sliding under the ropes. Jasmine climbs up onto the apron, stepping into the ring as KYD stands up.

Nick Taggert: “…hailing from Folsom, California, weighing in at 225 pounds… He is CRAZY K-Y-D!”

KYD begins to run towards the ropes, bouncing off and stopping short of halfway through the ring, keeping his momentum up as Jasmine begins to talk with him a small bit. He nods as she turns to exit the ring; beginning to throw a few sparring punches to the air.

Jay Betts: “KYD does not look happy… He’s trying to keep the focus, but how can you when you’ve had the Television Championship and your daughter taken away from you in one night? He’s not been focused on wrestling a match at all, as his actions last week were evidence to that!”

Roger McQueen: “Last week KYD was proving a point, in my opinion. Project wants to prove that he’s a God still, why did he need KYD?”

The lighting in the arena changes to pink and purple flashing lights as the beginning of “Eye of the Tiger” by Survivor begins to play through the arena. The fans begin to cheer, as the song all of the sudden changes to “I Think We’re Alone Now” by Tiffany as Project: Revolution runs out to the stage.

Nick Taggert: “And his opponent, from unknown origin, weighing in at 285 pounds…”

Project begins to run down to the ring, pumping his fist in the air. He stops to high-five with the fans, flexing and posing for them; especially stopping for young children who have face paint similar to his.

Jay Betts: “Don’t even say it…”

Roger McQueen: “What? He is a member of…”

Jay Betts: “Potential FCC complaint?”

Roger McQueen: “What?! When did you care? Hell…who cares about what those sick men think?! Project is a member of NAMBLA, and proves it because he keeps flexing for little boys!”

Project slides into the ring, moving over to the ropes and forcing them to bounce before turning around and starting at his opponent. “I Think We’re Alone Now” fades out as Project flexes at KYD, who simply shakes his head in amusement of Project’s actions.

Jay Betts: “I wouldn’t be laughing too much, there, KYD…”

Roger McQueen: “He just thinks the same thing I do…”

George Bailey, the official for this match, calls for the bell to start this match.

Jasmine pounds on the apron and shouts a brief amount of encouragement as KYD as he begins to circle the ring, Project following suit. KYD seems to adapt a martial arts stance as he moves around before locking up with the larger Project. Project wins the tie-up, sliding behind KYD and picking him up with a waist lock, slamming him down to the mat stomach first. Project transitions into a front facelock, standing up and bringing KYD up with him.

Roger McQueen: “There he goes again, getting his opponent into a front facelock on the ground to give him an excuse to present his ass to everyone…”

Jay Betts: “I don’t know how he’s presenting it, but I wonder how you know…”

Roger McQueen: “Uh…I asked Graham’s uncle?”

Project forces KYD to swing around before lifting him up into the air, Revolution maneuvering himself to a horizontal position as he drops KYD with a Lifted Swinging Neckbreaker. Project immediately goes back to KYD, picking him up before whipping him into the corner. Project charges the corner, but KYD somehow finds the ability to leap up to the second turnbuckle, using it to springboard and nail Project with a flying elbow shot, floating over the falling Project.

Roger McQueen: “Nice counter by KYD!”

KYD stands up, picking up Project from the mat. He pushes Project into the corner and begins to throw quick fists into various parts of Project’s face and torso before he begins to kick Project in the stomach and ribs repeatedly. After several kicks, Project slumps in the corner. KYD walks out away from the corner, his arms outspread as if he is dominating. He then turns around, running at Project. He leaps into the air, spinning in mid-air and slams an elbow drop into the chest of Project!

Jay Betts: “Good variation of the elbow drop in the corner by KYD! However, I don’t think that will derail Project that easily…”

Roger McQueen: “I disagree. KYD is Project’s weakness; the kryptonite to Superman.”

Project slumps to the mat completely from the shot, KYD standing up and letting out a tremendous roar to the fans displeasure. Jasmine claps as KYD comes back over to Project, picking him up and dragging out of the corner by his hair. He picks Project up, put Project breaks his grip and pushes him away with a tremendous roar of “RAGE!”

Jay Betts: “Looks like he’s built up a resistance to the kryptonite, there, Roger!”

Roger McQueen: “It won’t last…”

KYD goes to strike Project with a punch, but Project blocks it and grabs KYD by the throat! He heaves KYD up… Chokeslam! Project runs over to the ropes, bouncing off and dropping a massive leg drop across KYD’s throat! He leaves the leg draped across KYD, only getting a two-count from the somewhat lackadaisical pin attempt. Project does not seem terribly concerned about it, picking KYD up.

Jay Betts: “Project nearly guillotined KYD with that leg drop!”

Project picks KYD up, whipping him into the ropes. KYD bounces back, only to be lifted up into a Lateral Press! KYD’s mouth agape, he is at least seven feet in the air! Project roars before dropping KYD almost onto his head with a Samoan Driver out of the press, going for the pin attempt once again. Luckily for KYD, he kicks out in the nick of time!

Roger McQueen: “Close call for KYD! He’s lucky he didn’t die from that; Project could have seriously injured him!”

Jay Betts: “Maybe it would knock the stupid out of him finally!”

Project shakes his head as he stands up, picking KYD up from the mat. He picks KYD up once again, slinging him into the corner. Project runs at KYD, slamming a clothesline into his opponent’s smaller frame. KYD begins to stumble out of the corner, Project going to lift him up for what appears to be a Flapjack. KYD finds the quickness to throw his legs out, grabbing Project and slinging him down to the mat with a Hurricanrana!

Jay Betts: “Big momentum shift from that move!

KYD jumps up immediately, looking to follow-up on the momentum gained. He bounces off the ropes, looking to go for an attack. However, his return path is facing the entranceway, and the entranceway has a couple unsuspecting visitors standing on the stage.

Jay Betts: “Is…is that Rob Budai?!”

Roger McQueen: “That asshole! He has KYD’s daughter Alleigh with him! He’s just using her!”

Rob and Alleigh stand on the stage, Alleigh staying very close to Rob’s side. She is pointing at KYD and Jasmine, appearing rather upset as she seems to near cling to Rob. Rob has his arm wrapped around her shoulder, only looking towards the ring at KYD. KYD appears very upset with this, as he begins to make his way out of the ring. However, Jasmine stops him, screaming something about staying so many feet away from Rob and Alleigh due to the restraining order. KYD remembers, appearing to get angry as he makes his way back into the ring. He is still facing Rob as he backs away.

Roger McQueen: “He’s just baiting KYD… Mr. Talinsdale should be taking good note about this!”

Jay Betts: “Oh, I’m sure he is…just for you, Roger…”

Roger is right, as Project lifts KYD and locks him into the Torture Rack! After holding the submission in for about ten seconds, Project drops down onto his ass and shocks KYD with a nasty backbreaker! KYD hits the mat, grabbing his back! Project looks at the turnbuckle, and begins to climb!

Jay Betts: “He’s looking to start the Revolution back up…!”

Jasmine has climbed onto the apron, trying to distract George! Out of nowhere, Alleigh flies down the ramp! She slides over to where Jasmine is, grabbing her leg and yanking her down! Jasmine’s head hits the apron, sending her to the ground! Alleigh quickly runs back up to the ramp, Rob shaking his head with a grin!

Roger McQueen: “He just sent her down here to do that, I know it! She shouldn’t have even been allowed to be near that ring! Why isn’t Security doing their job?!”

Jay Betts: “I watched her run down there, completely unprovoked! She really hates Jasmine for whatever reason, and KYD apparently has been neglecting her… Maybe this is payback, Roger… Ever think about that?!”

As both Rob and Alleigh retreat backstage, Project is on the top rope… REVOLUTIONIZE THE AIR ONTO KYD!

Jay Betts: “Revolution complete!”

George is in position for the pinfall, counting three and awarding Project the win!

Winner – Project: Revolution

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The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Jonny Briggs is seen standing......with crutches under each arm? Bobby Robertson is on a cell phone, standing next to his boss.

Bobby Robertson: "Yessir........yessir.......I am aware of that.......I know but........right..........you want WHAT?........of course sir......."

Bobby lowers the cell from his ear, signifying the end of the call. All of the color has seemingly drained out of the former announcers face.

Jonny Briggs: "Well?"

Bobby Robertson: "I tried to explain to Mr. Powers that you injured your foot training, and couldn't compete tonight. He told me that he promoted a Television Title match, and there wll be a Television Title match......"

Jonny Briggs: "What does he want from me?!? I'm obviously hurt....."

Bobby Robertson: "Thatcher Rex won't be defending against you tonight......"

Jonny Briggs: "What!? I earned that shot!! Who did Powers say was getting it?"

By now, Bobby's face is white as a sheet, and he is visibly trembling.

Bobby Robertson: "Me......"

Briggs stares at his employee for a few moments, before a large smile breaks out across his face. Briggs tosses the cameraman a 'get lost' look, and we cut back to ringside.

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Fourth Contest
-- Singles Match --

Madman Szalinski
-v-
Christoph Alexander III

The first bell toll of “Hells Bells” hits the sound system as the arena darkens to nearly pitch black. The lights blast a sea of red across the arena crowd as the bell tolls for the second time. Each time the auspicious bell sounds the fans grow more and more anxious. White lasers make patterns through the red light to match the sounds of the guitar kicking in. The music comes to a crescendo as two sets of white pyro go off in matching vertical plumes of exploding light. Finally JC Sharp steps out to the top of the entrance ramp to a dampened cheer from the Mexican fans. He hoists his EPW World Heavyweight Title above his head, giving a clear view of his “Canadians Are EH-Holes” shirt. Ca3 steps out after the champ and the two men make their way to the ring where they part ways. Ca3 enters the ring while JC Sharp heads over to the commentary booth.

JC Sharp: "Hello, hello gentlemen, I hope you don't mind if I join you tonight."

Jay Betts: "I'm sure the EPW fans would love to hear from their champion, especially after the sneak attack you tried to pull last week."

JC Sharp: "Me? You mean Christoph. I was in the ring the whole time."

Jay Betts: "Yet you had no problems taking liberties in getting a few shots in on Madman. What happened to the JC Sharp we saw evolve over the last few months?"

JC Sharp: "Evolve? Listen Saint Nick I never changed, I will always do anything to have this belt, you just didn't like the guy I was up against. I'm still the best tactician this company has ever seen, a part of tactics is knowing how to ensure victory."

Suddenly, a pyro flare shoots out from underneath the announce table, causing Sharp to almost jump into the front row. He grabs his headset as it falls off, quickly putting it back on as the intro chords to "Dr. Wily Part One" play over the PA.

JC Sharp: "What the hell was that?"

Jay Betts: "Madman's mind games."

Roger McQueen: "Madman Szalinski might rule the universe with these Jedi mind tricks."

Jay Betts: "Roger...he's probably got a remote."

JC Sharp: "He's got something. Herpes, maybe the clap? You had that once didn't you Rog?"

Madman comes through the curtain, Ariel at his side, and flies down the ramp, jumping at the change of chords in the song. Quickly sliding underneath the bottom rope, he stops halfway underneath the bottom rope and crawls up to sit against the ropes, staring up at Ca3 with a half-grin and a half-snarl through his bright yet dark mask.

Roger McQueen: "Love that game. That mask. See? He's saying to him, 'your ass belongs to me'."

Jay Betts: "It's not like Madman is a bully or anything, but he is on a hell of a winning streak since his return. And Christoph Alexander...."

JC Sharp: "DEEP BREATH BETTS!"

Jay Betts: ".......the Third, did try to hit him with a bottle last week, so he might be thirsty for payback."

Christoph charges at Madman once the bell rings, but Madman simply lays back into the ropes, tangling Alexander in. Once he is trapped, Szalinski quickly slithers free and is now above Ca3 in a rear mount, pulling him away by the waist and turning him around in the middle of the ring, laying a European uppercut into him. Alexander stumbles back into the corner, where the crowd gets hot as Madman pumps his chest and screams out before assuming a 3-point stance in the middle of the ring.

Madman Szalinski: "READY!...DOWN!..."

Jay Betts: "Here it comes!"

JC Sharp: "Oh boy, time for Roger to nut himself."

Roger McQueen: "He's gonna go Christian Okoye on your ass!"

JC Sharp: "Who?"

Madman snaps into the corner, slapping in an elbow to Ca3. Each subsequent elbow is met with a scream from the Human Anomaly.

Madman Szalinski: "HUT! HUT! HUT! HUT! HUT! HUT! HUT! HUT!"

Madman backs up to lay in a harder shot, but Alexander falls forward. Clearly off his feet, Madman is content to stand back and let him tumble face first into the canvas. The Monterrey crowd is whistling and cheering as Madman reaches for the sky, soaking in the cheers.

Jay Betts: "I don't know about the universe, but he just owned your boy Sharp."

JC Sharp: "Christoph is a tough son of a, but he's not the champ. I am. Madman won't get two of those in on me, I guarantee it."

Roger McQueen: "Why just say 'son of a' and not say 'son of a bitch'?"

JC Sharp: "Because there might be kids watching, you moron. Good god..."

Christoph is whipped to the ropes. A Madman hiptoss is blocked and met with a hiptoss in return. Christoph puts Szalinski down on the canvas and drops a leg. Quickly hitting the opposite ropes and coming back, Ca3 lands a high splash onto Madman and covers.

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Madman kicks out. Alexander pulls Madman up and locks in a front face. He goes for a DDT, but Madman lands a pair of palms to the ribs before locking his arms around Alexander and landing a release Northern Lights suplex, tossing Ca3 halfway across the ring. Madman sits up and rubs his eyes, looking back at his opponent.

Jay Betts: "You know, Madman is wrestling a lot smarter here recently. I've noticed since he's worn the mask, he's been a lot more relaxed and a lot more careful in the ring."

JC Sharp: "I've also noticed that when it comes to big time matches, Madman has a history of choking. Losing the belt to Keebler.......who I defeated by the way......oh and getting his girlfriend and himself destroyed by Malicia and Calista Savage who are no longer employed here. Yep Betts, he's got one hell of a resume."

Madman now pulls Alexander up by the arm. An arm ringer is flowed into a fireman's carry almost effortlessly by Szalinski, but Madman still hangs onto the head and pulls Alexander back up to his feet. cinching in another arm ringer. Ca3 winches back with the pressure, standing straight up. Madman then surprises everybody with a swinging head scissors, putting Ca3 on the other side of the ring and soon after underneath the ropes, where he stands at the ringpost and recovers. Madman remains on his knees, pointing right at JC Sharp and smiling, pointing at his mask and then back at JC!

Jay Betts: "I think he's saying hello!"

JC Sharp: "Oh really? I think he's just a little mental and wants to remind me he wears a mask. Yes Madman, it's a very pretty mask, good for you."

Madman then runs away, hitting a baseball slide out onto Ca3 as he attempts to reenter the ring. Sharp, who was standing, now sits back down.

JC Sharp: "Christoph's got this under control."

Roger McQueen: "Sure doesn't look like it Champ."

Manman takes a run at Ca3 on the outside but the Canadian quickly dodges Madman, hitting a drop-toe hold and putting his masked face into the stairs.

JC Sharp: "OH! Who's the man now, dog?"

Roger McQueen: "Seriously? Sean Connery?"

JC Sharp: "You're damn right Queeny!"

Roger McQueen: "If only I could hit you.....without risking my life in the process......"

Madman holds his head as Ca3 struggles up and makes it to his feet. Alexander pulls Madman up and throws him back into the ring, stopping him to drive an elbow while his head still hangs off the apron. Ariel cringes from her adjacent corner as Madman rolls around in the middle of the ring, while Alexander rolls in under the bottom rope.

JC Sharp: "I taught him that one."

Jay Betts: "You're already the champ, now you're taking credit for Ca3's work?"

JC Sharp: "I train wrestlers, it's what I do Betts, it's very logical that I might teach my partner a few moves. Grow up."

Roger McQueen: "Yeah Jay, lighten up on the Champ."

Jay Betts: "Jesus Roger, you've managed to switch sides faster than Lebron drove the hell out of Cleveland ...."

Szalinski is on one knee, but not before Christoph drags him back down with a bulldog, planting Madman's forehead into the mat.

Jay Betts: "That was sick! I heard that one from over here!"

JC Sharp: "It's not like his face can look any worse."

Alexander covers Szalinski, but Madman's foot is on the rope. When Alexander pulls it away, Madman somehow wriggles free and turns Alexander over, mounting him and then rolling back over, clinching Alexander into the Deathtrap, folding his right leg over and kicking his left leg out trying to lock it in. Alexander somehow rolls through and remounts Szalinski, headbutting him viciously in the middle of the chest and laying in several brutal punches. Madman grabs a hold of Alexander and rolls him over but the two men end up in the ropes, being pulled apart by referee Greg Tassey.

JC Sharp: "You know gents, this has been fun and all but I think I want a better view."

Sharp stands up from his chair and steps towards ringside. In the ring Christoph has gained the offensive with a swift kick to the gut of Madman, following up with a DDT. The Canadian drops down for the pin.

1....

2....

Kickout from Madman. Sharp is furious on the outside and yells out to his partner. Alexander picks Madman up as the champ steps up on the ring apron with his title belt. JC holds it up pointing to it as a target, Christoph whips Madman towards Sharp but gets reversed. Alexander is barreling at the champ but manages to put on the breaks. Both men smile and indicate to the crowd that they are too smart for that to happen, when from behind Madman charges his opponent knocking Sharp off the ring apron. Madman follows through with a roll up!

1...

2...

3!!!

Jay Betts: "The champs plan backfired! Madman gets the win!"

Sharp is furious, bolting in to the ring he manages to get a few kicks in on Madman before the masked man rolls out of the ring. JC stands at the ropes fuming and yelling at Madman who is joined by Ariel. The two back up the ramp smiling and give Sharp a wave.

Jay Betts: "Szalinski is really enjoying this!"

Roger McQueen: "He's up two nothing against the Champs tricks. Of course he's enjoying it!!!"

Winner – Madman Szalinski

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[Mike Powers]

Backstage in the interview area, Brad Dirt is standing ready, microphone in hand. He raises the microphone to his mouth to begin speaking.

Brad Dirt: “Ladies and Gentlemen, last week we experienced EPW’s first ever Inferno Match involving an in-ring star of the company’s past, and one of it’s future. Graham Clauson was thrown into the ring once again by EPW President Byrdon Talinsdale against Julius Morningside…and unfortunately for him, was burned as necessary to score victory.

At this time I have with me Graham’s uncle, Rob Budai.”

The camera pans out slightly to show Rob; his face looks a whole lot better since we last saw him at EPW SummerFest. He looks a little down…

Brad Dirt: “Rob, I am sure you were a little shocked at the results of the Inferno Match last week… After Graham hit the fuel lines for the fire, he was nearly engulfed! We know that the Clauson family is somewhat private about such things, but I think the entire EPW community and fan base would like to know Graham’s condition…”

Rob sighs before he begins to speak, his voice a little deeper and more serious than normal.

Rob Budai: “He’s doing surprisingly well, the burns weren’t as bad as we thought… His entire back and arms were covered in first degree burns borderlining second degree, but where he actually landed was almost third degree… He right now is about to be released from the hospital, and is in good spirit. His skin is actually doing well on the healing process, not appearing to scar much at all.”

Brad nods with a smile, happy to hear that his fellow broadcasting colleague is not in any serious condition other than burn care.

Brad Dirt: “Very good news… On a related subject, you recently gained custody of Alleigh Riviera, Crazy KYD’s teenage daughter. There has been very little said on the issue, although there has been whispers of this action being done as foul play against your former friend and client. I was hoping to gain some insight…”

Rob closes his eyes, shaking his head as he begins to speak.

Rob Budai: “There is no true malicious intent with the fact that my partner and I are currently caring over Alleigh. Jason is under investigation for child neglect due to his actions as a parent. Although Alleigh is going on 17 and clearly able to fend for herself, she is still not a legal adult. I have a daughter of my own about the same age, Brad, and I think I know a thing or two about raising a teenage girl. Alleigh refused to go to her mother, who didn’t show a lot of interest as well. She would’ve ended up in a foster care program, and Alleigh has done nothing wrong in the situation between me and Jason. She is an innocent victim of Jason’s corruption, so I simply stepped in and threw my name in the hat to care for her. The State of California realized she would be in care in the State of Ohio, and the State of Ohio agreed to allow myself and Dale to take temporary custody of Alleigh while the investigation is pending… Nothing more than being a concerned parent, Brad.”

Brad nods, but comes back with another question.

Brad Dirt: “But what about the restraining order? Was that pushed by yourself, or the State?”

Rob obviously shows his annoyance with such a question before answering.

Rob Budai: “That was a move from the State, because I only asked that Jason be aware that I was going to be caring for her. Jason can get mad all he wants about the situation… He knows what he did, and I’m not going into the details of it. It’s upsetting enough to see a man take his anger out on his own child because of his change of heart, let alone neglect her… If anything, I think I am being the better man in all of this, because I could’ve told his daughter to go take a hike after what her father did to me. I’m not going to punish an innocent party, and she surely is innocent in this matter.”

Brad pulls the microphone back, ready with another question.

Brad Dirt: “Do you have any further intention to face Crazy KYD after the beating you took at Independence?”

Rob shakes his head.

Rob Budai: “Not at all… I think he’s in his own personal Hell right now, and I think he will learn his lesson very soon…”

As soon as Rob says that, he leaves the interview area, Brad still looking for more answers for questions that now will be left unanswered…

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"Forecasting" by Our Last Night hits the PA system, and after a second, Brydon Talinsdale emerges from the backstage area, garnering a mixed reaction from the fans. Brydon briskly makes his way to the ring, and is handed a microphone by Nick Taggert, who leaves the ring to the EPW President.

Brydon Talinsdale: “¡Buenas noches Monterrey!”

The crowd pops wildly at the mention of their hometown.

Brydon Talinsdale: “We have one match left here tonight, so I will be as brief as possible. However, I do have a few things that I need to announce.

First, as you heard from Rob a moment ago, please allow me to assure each and every EPW fan that Graham Clauson is indeed doing quite well after the Inferno Match last week. He suffered a few nasty burns, but it is quite likely that the hotheaded chap will return to duty within the next few weeks.”

The crowd loudly applauds at this good news.

Brydon Talinsdale: “Also, I would like to make an announcement. As a part of EPW's continued efforts to expand the marketplace, I am proud to announce that we have reached an agreement with NPW, Nippon Pro Wrestling, for a talent exchange program! We look forward to the immenent arrival of Masato Shibata to our EPW roster!”

Jay Betts: “Good news about Graham there, Rog.”

Roger McQueen: “Who cares about that idiot? We are getting some full fledged puro guys here, Jay!”

In the ring, Brydon's face takes on a much more serious tone.

Brydon Talinsdale: “Lastly, I wish to address the recent goings on here in EPW. Now, as you all saw, last week I laid down the law, and kicked the Savages and Reaper right in the ass, and right out of EPW, where they belong.”

The crowd quickly turns on Brydon, and shower's him with boos.

Brydon Talinsdale: “Boo me all you like, but the days of the inmates running the asylum are over. The era of law and order has arrived. Now, in that vein, I'd like to ask Clark Wyatt to come out here.”

Roger McQueen: “Referee Clark Wyatt? Why does Brydon want to see him out here?”

Jay Betts: “We're about to find out.”

Clark quickly jogs to the ring, and walks over to his boss, a mildly confused look on his face.

Brydon Talinsdale: “Clark... A few short months ago, our boss Mike Powers hired you to bring order back to the chaos that was reigning here in EPW. Suffice it to say, you were less than impressive. However, I will state that you were given matches that you were unable to exercise that right.”

Clark lowers his head a bit in shame, but keeps eye contact with Brydon.

Brydon Talinsdale: “Normally, I'd just fire you and hire a new referee. But with circumstance against you, and since Powers personally selected you, you get a second chance.

Here is how it needs to be, Clark. It is your job... No, your DUTY to uphold the rules and regulations here in EPW. As such, when you are in the ring, you are to STRICTLY adhere to the rulebook. Stiff 5-counts, and disqualify them if you reach the 5. Closed fist? DQ. Pull of the hair? DQ. In short, DO THE JOB THAT YOU WERE HIRED TO DO! ARE WE CLEAR?”

Clark nods his head excitedly, as Talinsdale drops the mic to the mat, with an audible screech of feedback. Brydon and Clark make their way to the back, Talinsdale chewing Wyatt out the entire way.

Jay Betts: “It seems that, in an effort to keep law and order alive, Brydon may have just went to 'gestapo-like' lengths to get there!”

Roger McQueen: “This is going to suck...”

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Main Event
-- EPW World Television Title Match --

Thatcher Rex ©
-v-
Jonny Briggs


The lights go dim throughout the arena as red, green, and blue lighting flashes in random intervals around the stage and ramp; the beginning of “Alpha and Omega” by Stratovarius playing through the arena as this occurs. Mist begins to rise from the stage and entranceway, creating a cloud that covers the floor. From the entranceway comes the Television Champion, “The Tyrant King” himself: Thatcher Rex.

Nick Taggert: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the World Television Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Helena, Montana…”

With his championship strapped around his waist, he walks down the ramp with intensity radiating from his eyes. He makes his way to the ring, moving his way towards the ring stairs.

Nick Taggert: “…weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the EPW World Television Champion…”

He steps through the ring ropes, quickly jumping up onto the nearby turnbuckle. He raises his arms, hands clenched as he lets out a tremendous roar, his championship belt prominently displayed for all to see.

Nick Taggert: “…he is ‘The Tyrant King’, Thatcher Rex!”

Thatcher steps down, walking a partial perimeter of the ring by the ropes, pointing towards the fans as his unbuckles his championship from his waist.

Jay Betts: “And there is our Television Champion in Thatcher Rex, who was originally scheduled to face what appears to be the remaining member of The In-Crowd faction with the departure of Kris Keebler.”

Roger McQueen: “Who may also be getting an easy night tonight due to upper management having their power trip!”

He hands his championship to Xavier Miles, who takes it to a ring technician. As the lights in the arena return to normal, the stage and ramp lights begin to flash green, white, and orange; “While Oceana Sleeps” by Sparta begins to play through the arena. As the fans begin to jeer, Jonny Briggs comes through the entranceway with his trusted comrade Bobby Robertson. However, Jonny Briggs comes out not in his ring gear. His ankle is taped heavily, what appears to be an air cast around it, as he walks out with a crutch.

Nick Taggert: “And his opponent, representing Jonny Briggs; hailing from Albany, New York… Bobby Robertson!”

Bobby looks at Jonny, who walks over to him in a hobbling way, pointing out towards Thatcher and seemingly trying to give Bobby a game plan. Bobby nods, appearing to be scared out of his mind as he begins to walk down to the ring.

Jay Betts: “Poor Bobby got roped into this match, and it’s his own fault for being associated with Jonny…”

Roger McQueen: “Don’t blame Jonny for this mess! Blame Powers! He’s the one who made the ruling to force Bobby into this match! Bobby is a manager and my former broadcast colleague, not a wrestler!”

Jay Betts: “But he sure knew what he was doing as a wrestler against Anthony Brown…”

Roger McQueen: “Sh…shut up! You know nothing about Bobby like I do!”

Bobby walks down to the ring, walking up the ring steps. He walks slowly, eyeing Thatcher timidly. Bobby slowly steps through the ropes, staying near the ropes as he enters. He moves towards the turnbuckle, staying put in the corner as Thatcher looks at Bobby with fiendish eyes.

Roger McQueen: “Someone needs to stop this! I may not like Bobby all that well, but I can’t sit here and say this is a match! This is an outrage!”

Jay Betts: “Wanna go in there and stop it, martyr?”

Roger McQueen: “Martyr?! What the hell, Jay?”

Jay Betts: “How is it to hear your own words turned against you, Queeny?”

As “While Oceana Sleeps” fades out, Bobby looks at Jonny. Jonny simply points at Thatcher and tells him that he’s got this. Bobby turns at Thatcher, simply gulping. Thatcher smiles as Xavier Miles calls for the opening bell of what is going to be a rather one-sided match-up.

Roger McQueen: “You are an asshole, Jay.”

Jay Betts: “NOW who’s being Captain Obvious…?”

Bobby clenches the ropes, appearing extremely scared as the Tyrant King begins to approach him. Jonny taps Bobby’s leg, pointing and shouting at him to get into the match. Bobby looks at Thatcher, and quickly slips through the ropes and out of the ring. The fans jeer as Thatcher makes his way to the ropes, staring down at the former EPW commentator.

Roger McQueen: “Come on, Bobby! You can do this, you’ve got the knowledge!”

As Bobby stares at Thatcher, Jonny hobbles by the apron and yells at Thatcher to get his attention. Thatcher looks at Jonny, and goes to grab him from the apron. Jonny, however, uses his good foot to step back quickly. While this occurs, Bobby slides back into the ring and runs at Thatcher, slamming him in the back with a leaping splash. Thatcher, not expecting the weight of Bobby to crash down on him, goes fully into the ropes.

Jay Betts: “Bobby showing that he’s learned from his client in the early goings of this unexpected and uneven match-up!”

Roger McQueen: “About time you see things my way!”

Thatcher slumps down into the turnbuckle. Bobby, looking to gain a feral rage of his own, begins to stomp repeatedly on Thatcher. After a good five or six stops being rained into him, Xavier pulls Bobby out of the corner off of Thatcher. Bobby looks at Xavier after being dragged into the center of the ring, pushes Xavier aside and runs at Thatcher. Bobby leaps up, seeming to hang in the air as he drops onto Thatcher’s chest with both knees.

Roger McQueen: “Hesitation Knee Drop from BOBBY ROBERTSON, Ladies and Gentlemen!”

Jay Betts: “Again, he seemed to know what the hell he was doing against Anthony Brown…”

Bobby rolls off of Thatcher, looking at him with a smile on his face. Bobby grabs Thatcher by the hair, pulling him out of the corner. As he picks up Thatcher, he looks around at the fans with his free hand clenched into a fist. He goes to strike Thatcher, put Thatcher counters it and slams his own fist into the jaw of Briggs’ right hand man. Bobby goes down to the mat instantly, holding is jaw.

Jay Betts: “And the beginning of the end…”

Roger McQueen: “…is the beginning. This is just a setback!”

Thatcher looks at Bobby before picking him up by his own hair. Bobby’s eyes widen in fear, flailing his arms trying to grab Thatcher’s hand to release his grip. Thatcher pushes Bobby forcefully into the ropes, Bobby bouncing back at him. Thatcher goes for a clothesline, but Bobby baseball slides under Thatcher’s legs! Thatcher tries to grab Bobby in the process, but Bobby stands up to find Thatcher bent over. Bobby shoves Thatcher with his foot, sending him into the ropes!

Roger McQueen: “See, Jaybird?! I told you!”

Jay Betts: “You tell me a lot of things, Roger…doesn’t mean I believe you, let alone listen.”

Thatcher stands up in time to bounce off the ropes, coming back and clotheslining the former commentator out of his own skin! Bobby rotates and flips from the impact, landing on his back. Thatcher went to his knees to drill the impact, simply whipping his hair back up out of his face; a sinister smile donned across his face.

Jay Betts: “And I am vindicated! Thatcher takes control, turning Bobby Robertson inside out!”

Roger McQueen: “Just you wait and see, Jay! Bobby’s going to turn this around!”

Thatcher walks over to Bobby, picking him up. Bobby seems to be pretty out of it, having trouble staying standing. Thatcher hooks Bobby’s arm around his head, lifting his body into the air for a Vertical Suplex. However, he transitions it into a Fireman’s Carry, choosing to slam Bobby down with a Spinebuster from the position! Thatcher looks at Jonny, smiling as Jonny screams obscenities at him.

Jay Betts: “Thatcher Rex takes Bobby Robertson and drills him down with the Widowmaker Slam! Haven’t seen that maneuver in a while…”

Roger McQueen: “It’ll be the last time you see it in the near future…”

Thatcher walks over to Bobby, turning him over and setting him up for what appears to be the KT Boundary as he underhooks Bobby’s arms! He flips over, locking in the nasty submission! Bobby begins to scream quite audibly, immediately screaming to Xavier that he’s done!

Winner – Thatcher Rex

As soon as Bobby screams he is finished, Xavier begins to shout at Thatcher to let go. However, Thatcher keeps the hold locked in!

Roger McQueen: “That’s a blatant violation of match rules, Xavier! DISQUALIFY THAT FOSSIL AND REVERSE THE DECISION!”

Jay Betts: “Damn, Roger…pull your thong out of your ass, for God’s sake; I think the lack of circulation to what’s left of your balls is making you grouchy…”

Roger McQueen: “…what the hell, Jay?”

Jay Betts: “Graham sent me an e-mail with a bunch of lines to use against you…”

As this is happening, Jonny begins to slide into the ring with the crutch! He walks over to Thatcher…without difficulty? WHAT?

Jay Betts: “What the… That son of a gun is walking just fine!”

Roger McQueen: “It’s a miracle, I tell you! Jonny is healed! The power of Christ compels you!”

Jay Betts: “May the power of Christ save ME you’re your rhetoric…”

Jonny raises the crutch, slamming it hard into the ribs of Thatcher! As soon as this happens, Thatcher releases the hold, rolling over onto his side while holding his ribs. Jonny raises the crutch, and slams another hit into the side of Thatcher!

Jay Betts: “This is just sickening!”

Roger McQueen: “This is ENTERTAINMENT!”

Jonny looks around at the crowd, smiling and licking his lips before tossing the crutch aside. He picks up Thatcher, kicking him in the gut. Jonny hoists Thatcher into the air, running and slamming Thatcher down with The Lesson! The fans jeer heavily as Jonny springs right back up, his arms spread as he looks at the fans in complete satisfaction of his actions.

Roger McQueen: “Class dismissed, The Lesson has been delivered! It serves you right, Thatcher!”

Jay Betts: “Jonny had this planned all along! What a snake… A filthy, sword-tongued, Irish snake!”

Roger McQueen: “Hey! That’s racist!”

Jay Betts: “Say WHAT?!”

Roger McQueen: “You hate the Irish! You’re racist!”

Jay Betts: “What backwater hick-town did you come from, McQueen?! ‘Irish’ is not a race, and I DON’T hate the Irish!”

Roger McQueen: “That’s a lie from the mouth…”

Thatcher rolls around, holding his ribs as Jonny looks at Thatcher. Bobby rolls out of the ring, barely able to stand as he looks at Jonny’s handiwork. “While Oceana Sleeps” begins to play as Jonny exits the ring, patting Bobby on the pack. Bobby immediately screams in pain, going to the ground. Jonny looks at Bobby, shrugging his shoulders as he continues to stare at Thatcher; making his way up the ramp in the process.

Jay Betts: “That’s just wrong… Jonny used his colleague as a pawn in his attempt to put ‘The Tyrant King’ on the shelf! What a despicable, low life of a man!”

Roger McQueen: “He does what needs to be done, Jay! And he did exactly that tonight! Bobby should be proud of his part of this plan!”

Jay Betts: “Sadly, folks, we’re out of time! Thanks for watching, and we’ll see you next week!”