Mystery Eskimo

::We cut to the Lightning Crew dressing room. Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez is reading a fashion magazine. Thomas Rodreguiez is helping Colombian Heat read "The Cat In The Hat". Mr. Boricua is staring at the wall. Vitamin X is listening to one of his heavy metal CDs. And Cuban Wall is shadow boxing. Puerto Rican Lightning is shown punching a manequin with a picture of The Mad Cappa's face on the head. The crowd boos PRL as PRL releases his frustrations on the mannequin. He is talking trash at the mannequin while punching it.:: PRL: STUPID! UNTALENTED! COCKY! ARROGRANT! PIECE OF CRAP! WANNABE! COWARD! I HATE YOU MAD CRAPPA!!! ::PRL knocks the head off the mannequin. He breathes heavily, but gathers his composure.:: Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez: Remember to control your temper P.R. Calm down, baby. Don't let Mad Cappa get to you. If you do, then he's gotten what he's wanted and you don't want that, do you? Puerto Rican Lightning: OF COURSE I DON'T!!! (Quietly): Sorry, Linds. I didn't mean to yell. It's just that--that--that that no talent, piece of crap, Mad Cappa, has bugged me for the past 4 months. I thought that when I crushes his layrnx back in May, that he be gone forever. That he would just disappear and I could get on with my life. But NO! Sometimes, I think this entire universe is against me! CRAPPA is like Freddy Krueger, he just won't go away! Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez: Well, don't let him get to you. Infact, why don't you try being friends with him? Cappa's a jerk, so be the better man and turn a new page over. Puerto Rican Lightning: Hmmm, well that could work. ::PRL grabs the headshot of Mad Cappa from the mannequin head and looks into it with a forced smile on his face.:: PRL: I COULD try that. Infact, the next time I meet him, I'm going to hug him like a brother. Ms. Lindsay: Yeah! You do that, P.R.! PRL: And squeeze. Lindsay(With a smile on her face): Okay. PRL (Cont'd): And squeeze. And squeeze. And SQUEEZE. AND SQUEEZE. AND SQUEEZE. (PRL has a sick, sadistic smile on his face): AND SQUEEZE! AND SQUEEZE!! AND SQUEEZE!!! ::PRL rips the picture of Mad Cappa and stomps on it.:: PRL: I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!!! I HATE THE MAD CAPPA!!! ::The crowd boos as PRL screams. The Lightning Crew all stop what they're doing and look up at their boss. PRL starts to cry and holds on to Lindsay.:: Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez: Calm down, sweetie. It's going to be alright. Try to calm down and do your "Bad Temper Killer Saying". Come on, do it. PRL: 3-2-1. 1-2-3. What the heck is bothering me? Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez: There you go. Don't worry. Whatever happens between you and Cappa, don't be afraid. You are not alone. You got me. You got Cuban Wall. You got Vitamin X. You got Thomas. Colombian Heat: And you got me boss!!! I can kick his ass 6 ways from Sunday! PRL(Sarcastic): Sure you can, Heat. Suuuuurrrreeee. Colombian Heat: Don't understimate me boss. I rule. I'm the best. I'm-- Cuban Wall: The stupidest person on the face of the Earth. Colombian Heat: You wanna start somethin' wit me, boy? Just cuz I can't recite the 30 U.S. States, or add 2+2, or read "The Cat In The Hat" by myself, doesnot not make me not smart! And anyway, I can still kick yo' ass! Cuban Wall: I like to see you try! Colombian Heat: I can bust a cap in your ass too! ::Colombian Heat and Cuban Wall get into a confrontation. Wall shoves Heat, who shoves back. This leads to the rest of the Lightning Crew having to hold back Cuban and Colombian. PRL steps in.:: PRL: BOTH OF YOU GUYS SHUT THE HELL UP!!! LOOK, HEAT, WALL, I DO NOT NEED THIS!!! I HAVE ENOUGH PROMBLEMS ON MY OWN WITHOUT HAVING TO WORRY ABOUT THE LIGHTNING CREW BREAKING UP! Colombian Heat: He started it. PRL: I DON'T CARE WHO STARTED IT! YOU TWO BETTER GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER IF YOU WANT TO LAST IN THE LIGHTNING CREW! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND OR THE OFFICAL MUSCLE OF THE LIGHTNING CREW! YOU ARE IN THIS GROUP BECAUSE YOU ARE WORTHY TO BE IN IT! I CAN KICK BOTH YOU GUYS OUT RIGHT NOW, YOU KNOW. Colombian Heat: No boss! Please don't! I'm begging you! I'll change! Please, let me stay in the group. Cuban Wall: Yeah, boss. I can live with Colombian Heat being in the group. Just don't act stupid and cause us a match or something. Colombian Heat: Can do, chief! Cuban Wall: And don't call me chief! Colombian Heat: Yes, Mr. Bad Mood. Puerto Rican Lightning: Alright, guys, I'm going to relax for the rest of the week. But next week, NEXT WEEK, I'm going to confront Crappa and kick the crap out of him once and for all! Cuban Wall(mumbling): You wish. PRL: What did you say?! Cuban Wall: Nothin' boss. Lightning: Anyway, next week, I'll get my hands on Cappa if it's the last thing I do. Plus, not only will I do that, BUT I will also defend the North American AND Puerto Rican Championships against another ledgend from Puerto Rico! Colombian Heat: ALRIGHT BOSS!!! PRL: Yup! I contacted this ledgend from Puerto Rico and he agreed to make his IntenseZone debut against me. IZ will be home to another ledgendary competitor. Take THAT HeldDown! And it will be the main event of the show, how's THAT for a ratings boost? Colombian Heat: Great boss. Great! PRL (Continuing): Alrighty then. Then it's settled: Next week's main event for the December 9, 2003 episode of IntenseZone: Puerto Rican Lightning vs. Jose Chinquita-Burrita-Bon Dero-Guerrero-Latista-Hernandez-Gonsalvez for the OaOasT North American and Puerto Rican Championships! And if The Mad Cappa gets involved somehow, BAM! I will BUST A CAP in his ass! Colombian Heat: YEEEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHH BOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYY!!!! You gonna go all Mike Tyson on his candy ass! You gonna go all balls out Rocky style. Yo Adrian! You gonna go all Stone Cold Steve Austin on him. You gonna do it Eminem-Style. Arnold Schwarnegger. Gonna go all Bruce Lee-Karate Kid-Pat Morita-Wax-On-Wax-Off-Crane-Shane-O'-Mac-Teenage-Mutant-Ninja-Turtles-50-Cent-DMX-Rap-War-BUST-A-CAP-On-That-Piece-of-Crap-Mad Cappa!!! ::The crowd laughs at Colombian Heat while The Lightning Crew give him odd stares. Heat just smiles.:: PRL: Uhhhhh...yeah. What Heat said. Anyway, Cuban Wall, next week, Dan Black has booked you in a match against some scrub to show all these idiots how strong you are. ::The crowd boos as Cuban Wall smiles.:: Cuban Wall: Great boss. Great. Boss, watch me kick the hell out of my oppoent next week. I'll be make an impact on next week's show. PRL: And Black has also booked you, Colombian Heat, into a match to show these people how.....um......quick you are. Colombian Heat: Alright! I'm gonna go all Spider-Man on that jabroni's candy ass! Cuban Wall: I hate you so much. Colombian Heat: You're just jealous, dawg. Show me some love (Goes for a high five). Cuban Wall: No. Colombian Heat: Alrighty then. PRL: Now, if you don't mind, I like to be alone now. I need to get ready for next week and clear my mind of all Cappa-related crap. Colombian Heat: Want me to sing you songs? PRL: Good GOD NO! Cuban Wall: Smart move, boss. Colombian Heat: You're just jealous, Wall. You can't sing a lick. I'm the next 50 Cent. Cuban Wall: 50 Cent doesn't even sing you moron! 50 Cent sucks and so do you. Colombian Heat: Say that again, bitch! Cuban Wall: YOU STUPID BASTARD! ::Cuban Wall and Colombian Heat face each other again. The Lightning Crew once again has to seperate the two.:: PRL (Frustrated): UGH!!! JUST LEAVE DAMNIT!!! GIVE ME SOME SPACE PLEASE!!! SHUT UP AND JUST GO!!! ::Cuban Wall and the rest of the Lightning Crew minus PRL and Colombian Heat leave the dressing room. Colombian Heat mouths something at Wall. After a few seconds of silence between PRL and Colombian Heat, where PRL is trying to relax, Colombian Heat speaks.:: Colombian Heat: Tell me about the rabbits, P.R. Puerto Rican Lightning: Shut up. Colombian Heat: Okay. ::Colombian Heat exits the dressing room.:: Puerto Rican Lightning: You are so stupid. ::FADE TO BLACK::

CUE: Bullet with Butterfly Wings JR Well I heard a rumor that Father was going to put Judas in a match tonight and I guess it’s true. (The arena goes black except for a blue spotlight that shines on Judas as he makes his way out from behind the curtain. The fans cheer for Judas while some still boo, but as soon as Father wheels out onto the stage all the cheers turn to boos. Judas kneels on the ramp and looks around the crowd for a few seconds before getting up and sliding into the ring. Father takes a mic and positions himself at ringside.) FATHER Tonight Judas you will have a chance to reprove your worth to me! I have chosen a sacrificial lamb for your first test. (A generic looking jobber walks out and stands beside Father.) FATHER What’s your name son? JOBBER My name is Mike… FATHER Okay that’s good enough…Mike. Get in the ring. (Mike slides into the ring and begins warming up.) FATHER Okay now Judas I want you to destroy this young man! (Mike turns around with a shocked look on his face as Father grins.) *DING DING DING* Mike and Judas lock up and Judas shoves him to the mat. Mike quickly makes it to his feet and locks up again, but Judas Hip Tosses him over and gets a 1 count. JR This poor young man is being used by Father as a “sacrificial lamb” as he called it! Judas catches him as he stands and whips him to the ropes before planting a knee in his gut that sends him flipping over. He then gets down and starts pounding on the back of Mike’s head before double underhooking Mike’s arms and pulling him up right into a Tiger Suplex! 1 2 No!!! FATHER Stop wrestling him and destroy him!!! Judas looks out at Father with anger in his eyes, but he goes right back to Mike and pulls him up. Judas grabs a waistlock and flips Mike head over heels with a Dangerous Release German Suplex! JR Bah gawd he’s gonna kill this young man! This “Mike” almost landed right on his head! Judas then pulls him up again and hits an Exploder Suplex and follows it up by grabbing a Crossface on him! However, he is too close to the ropes and Mike manages to grab the bottom one to break the hold. Judas stands and begins stomping on the back of Mike’s head until he bails out under the bottom rope. Judas stands ready as Mike slowly gets up and then he performs a Slingshot Plancha down onto Mike. The crowd cheers the move as Judas slowly gets up and rolls him back into the ring. Cover. 1 2 3 No!!! Mike kicks out! FATHER Judas stop playing with him!!! JR Just stop this! What did this poor kid do to Father?? Judas then pulls him up and sets up the Piledriver before driving him headfirst into the mat! He then locks on a STF and Mike taps out! *DING DING DING* GARY MICHAEL CAPPETTA Here’s your winner…JUDAS!!!!! JR Thank goodness that is over! Judas lets go of the hold as the ref raises his hand, but Father grabs the mic again. FATHER You’re not done!! I said destroy him!! Judas looks pissed as Father glares at him and points at Mike. Judas then pulls him up and places him on his shoulders before hitting the Akeldama (Burning Hammer). The ref grabs Judas and pulls him away from Mike, telling him to stop. FATHER Again!! JR What?? No!! Judas hesitates as the crowd encourages him to knock out Father, but Judas slowly picks Mike up again. CUE: Rock You Like a Hurricane JR Yes!! It’s about time!! Blurricane rushes out and slides into the ring to stop Judas. Judas puts Mike down as Blurricane pleads with him to stop. FATHER You stay out of this!!! Blurricane exits the ring and grabs a mic before getting in Father’s face. BLURRICANE You don’t own him!! He doesn’t have to do what you say!! FATHER I hold his career and livelihood in my hands!! If he wants a life then he has to listen to me!! Now attack him again Judas!!! Judas picks Mike back up and Blurricane turns around to tell him not to do it. Suddenly the fans erupt with shocked voices as… FATHER STANDS UP AND NAILS BLURRICANE WITH BRASS KNUCKLES!!! JR WHAT THE HELL???? What is going on here!? Father then begins beating the hell out of Blurricane as Judas runs out and grabs Father’s arm to stop him!! Father nails Judas with the knucks and then kicks the wheelchair aside before picking up the mic!! FATHER Fools!!! You take a little old man in a wheelchair lightly, but now you will cower in fear!! For the old man has just been given new life!!! Hahahahaha!!!! JR I…I can’t believe what I’m seeing!!! Father walks away down the aisle as Blurricane and Judas lay bleeding. Father holds up his brass knuckle covered hand in victory as the fans boo! (Commercials)

"Quiet" buzzes into the arena, and the entranceway is flooded with black smoke. The now familiar entrance of Dan Black is BOOED heartily by the capacity crowd. The heat rises as the IntenseZone GM strides out through the smoke, alone, clutching a microphone. Dan struts down to the ring, a thin, smug smile on his face. JR This man is without doubt one of the most devious, conniving, immoral, and, as he admits, "Heartless" men I have ever had the misfortune to meet in this business! Black steps into the squared circle and holds up his hand for quiet, only to be met with a wall of noise. Dan shouts to make himself heard. BLACK Well, well, well...did any of you fine folk happen to see a little pay per view called "Deadly Game"? Crowd shouts YES! BLACK Good, good...so you all see ME pin Stephen Joseph 1, 2, 3, in the middle of the ring, and be the sole survivor in the Scramble match! JR He only did that via Alfdogg's help! It was a total screw job! BLACK Stephen...I hope you'll forgive me for beating you. For humiliating you. And perhaps, now, we can move on? Our little disagreements- we've proved who the better man is! So, you just do your job, and we'll be fine. JR Somehow I don't think Stephen is going to just forget what Dan's done! BLACK And now, after pleasure, business. Now, on IntenseZone we have a great North American champion. You all know him! PRL! Crowd BOOS! BLACK We also have great OAOAST tag team champions- TNT! We'll be seeing some competition for them very soon! Crowd BOOS TNT! BLACK And of course, we have the OAOAST World Champion. My friend and yours, Calvin Szechstein. Crowd BOOS Calvin, before starting a "DARR-ING! DARR-ING!" chant. BLACK Who? D- what? *shrugs* I don't care. It's great that Calvin is still our champ. Sure, he and I don't always see eye to eye, but I'm in such a good mood I'm going to get Calvin on IntenseZone once again! Crowd CHEERS! BLACK Yes, because as ever, the number one ranked competitor in the INTENSE 5 gets a shot every month at the World Title! And right now, the number one guy- is PRL! Crowd BOOS! JR The crowd don't like it, but it's true. Let me just recap the I5 for you- 5. Ted Weddy 4. G Money 3. The Shuffle 2. The Blurricane 1. PRL BLACK However, there is time for someone to take that spot before the Title match. So, all of you guys out there, I want your best efforts. Make me proud! Crowd JEERS! BLACK While we're on the subject of champions, I feel that IZ needs just one more... JR What? What does Dan mean? BLACK I can see your fat confused face, Jim Ross! Don't worry, I'll explain simply for the retarded! JR Why-my- mah GAWD! BLACK A new championship belt. A new title for IntenseZone. Its name? The ADRENALIN title! A championship for the passionate, the extreme, for those IZ stars who will put it all on the line...so, taking place next, one night only- a tournament. Who will be in it? I don't know. I want volunteers. All you guys in the back- sign up. This is a chance of GOLD. Crowd BUZZES with excitement! BLACK So, enough from me- Crowd POPS! BLACK (looking annoyed) - so on with the show! Dan leaves to indifference as the crowd talks about the new title. JR Well, Dan Black continues to shake up IntenseZone. A new title, the Adrenalin title! What will this title be like? Who will be in the tournament? Who will WIN IT? I can't wait to find out! We'll be back with more, after these messages. COMMERCIALS

I think we can find better things for Shuffle than Mario. No offence to him How about Shuffle takes on PRL for the NA title? Oh, and as all I have is SJ stuff at the moment, tonights deadline is extended waaaaaaaaay long, so if anyone is even thinking of writing, you have plenty of time, please do.

Hmm, could be a little light of content this week...

JR Welcome back to IntenseZone everyone! During the break, Stephen Joseph and Reject made their way from the entrance to the ring with something to say. I had heard Stephen mention a challenge to the Deadly Alliance tonight, so I suspect he has much to say. REJECT Cut the music! STEPHEN So I'm a little banged up, that's kind of an understatement. Let's see, cast on left arm, bandages over my head - I'm in great shape! I've gone through worse, and now quite frankly, I'm ready to bring hell back into IntenseZone! ::Fans mark out, start chanting "Trinity!¨ REJECT No not that Trinity! More of a triad right fearless leader? STEPHEN Exactly. See, I figure that first on my list to eliminate will be this so-called Deadly Alliance. It's not really deadly, having our worst Champion ever, a lunatic like Plushly Al who's one accomplishment was to annoy us to death with his Dungeon of Doom, and a backstabbing Dangerous A, a foreign nuisance on the OAOASTs good name. REJECT And me, as a former member of the Deadly Alliance, a former North American Champion, I was sick to see Alfdogg destroy the name. I was proud to have been a member, proud to be a worthy champion - that's everything that Alfdogg isn't. STEPHEN So Reject called me up, he came back, and he wanted to reform a real Deadly Alliance. So we did. Now that I can wrestle again, I'll leave the corporate matters to Peter and Tony. Now is the time for a stand yet again, and for a real deadly alliance to transform IntenseZone. Starting tonight. REJECT That's right. Our Deadly Alliance vs. your deadly Alliance Alfdogg! Three on three! JR But who is the third?! STEPHEN And as for our partner in crime...let's just say...he's a founding member. Chew on that. REJECT You will all find out tonight. JR Intriguing events! We have more just around the corner...

::"No Chance In Hell" by Lloyd & Boyd starts up making the crowd boo loudly. The lightning bolt hits the entrance causing smoke to fill up the entrance curtain. The AngleTron plays the Lightning Crew entrance video as the crowd anxiously awaits PRL's entrance. Finally, The P.R. Menace makes his apperance on IntenseZone with a pissed-off look on his face. The Lightning Crew accompany him to the ring, but PRL is walking fast to the ring, so they have trouble catching up. The crowd begin their chants of "P.R. Sucks! P.R. Sucks! P.R. Sucks! P.R. Sucks! P.R. Sucks! P.R. Sucks!" but they don't seem to be bothering Lightning now.:: JR: Puerto Rican Lightning doesn't seem to be in a good mood tonight. The cocky, arrogrant North American Champion is ticked off about The Mad Cappa attacking him last Sunday at Deadly Game. ::PRL continues walking to the ring. He is dragging his North American and Puerto Rican Championships on the floor. Colombian Heat (in Hip-Hop Ass-Kisser Mode), walks alongside PRL as the Lightning Crew make their way to the ring with "No Chance In Hell" continuing to play. PRL doesn't do the HBK-pose or pose on the turnbuckles and demands that he get a microphone. Colombian Heat gets his own microphone and PRL demands that "No Chance In Hell" by Lloyd & Boyd stops playing.:: JR: I am now interested in hearing what PRL will have to say regarding Mad Cappa. Last Sunday at Deadly Game: Unlucky 7, PRL was one of the final three men in the Elimination Chamber. But, immediatley after eliminating Zack Malibu, "Shooter" Jay Darring gave Lightning the KT Driller eliminating him from the match. After the match, as you just saw, backstage, The Mad Cappa, PRL's rival, attacked PRL causing him to bleed. Now, PRL is out here, and he seems pretty angry right now. Puerto Rican Lightning (Furious): MAD CAPPA!!! MAD CRAPPA!!!! THE MAD CAPPA!!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!?!?!?!?!?! ::The crowd boos:: PRL: CAPPA!!! I'M WAITING CAPPA!!! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!!! JR: What?! Is PRL calling out The Mad Cappa right now? When did PRL get the guts to face Cappa? ::The crowd cheers and chant "Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa!" PRL is pacing back and forth in the ring, sweating, and fuming. The Lightning Crew surround the ring waiting for Cappa's apperance with only Colombian Heat and Ms. Lindsay Gonzalez in the ring along with PRL.:: Lightning: CRAPPA!!! COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!!! THE MAD CAPPA!!! I AIN'T GOT ALL DAY DAMNIT!!! COME OUT HERE AND FACE ME!!! ::The crowd begins chanting "P.R. Sucks! P.R. Sucks! P.R. Sucks! P.R. Sucks!" PRL sneers at the crowd. The chant changes to "Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa!":: JR: Is The Mad Cappa going to come out here right now? I haven't seen him all day. PRL seems intent on confronting him about what happened last Sunday. Colombian Heat (Sing-Song): Mad Capppppppaaaaaaa!!! Come out and plaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!!! Puerto Rican Lightning: YOU PIECE OF CRAP!!! YOU COWARD!!! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A PUSSY!!! (Crowd boos) I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOU ATTACKING ME!!! I WAS INNOCENT! I DID NOT PROVOKE YOUR ATTACK LAST SUNDAY!!! (Crowd begins chanting "Asshole!") SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP YOUR PIECES OF TRAILER PARK TRASH!!! YOU ARE NOT MY CONCERN RIGHT NOW! MY ONLY CONCERN IS THAT THAT NO GOOD, UNTALENTED PIECE OF MAD CRAPPA COMES OUT HERE AND FACES ME!!! I KNOW YOU ARE BACK THERE, CAPPA!!! GET OUT HERE AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!!! Colombian Heat: Yo, Cappa! I wouldn't stay back there for long, G. The longer you don't show up, the more angrier my boss gets. And the more angrier he gets, the more he wants to kick your ass! So, son, if you wanna save yo'self a beatdown, get up here before my boss busts a cap in YOUR ASS!!! PRL: Heat, I apperciate your help, but this is between me and Cappa right now! So, Mad CAPPA! GET OUT HERE.......RIGHT........NOW!!!! JR: What is Mad Cappa going to do? Is he going to accept PRL's challenge? This seems to be a trap of some kind. I seriously doubt that PRL would actually WANT to face Mad Cappa alone. ::The crowd buzzes in anticipation. They chant "Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa!" PRL and Colombian Heat pace back and forth in the ring.:: JR: Cappa hasn't been seen here on IZ since World Without End in October, so--- ::Suddenly, "Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)" by DJ Kool begins playing causing the crowd to pop loudly, Stone Cold circa 1998 levels loud. Signs supporting Cappa are shown throughout the arena as PRL starts to shake nervously in the ring. He converses with Colombian Heat as the crowd anticipates Cappa's entrance.:: JR: THE MAD CAPPA IS HERE! BUSINESS IS ABOUT TO PICK UP!!! ::Finally, the crowd explodes as The Mad Cappa appears. TMC is not smiling nor is he dancing tonight. He has a serious look on his face with his eyes concetrating on PRL who stares right back at him. The Mad Cappa stands alone in the entrance, staring coldly at PRL. PRL trashtalks to TMC as the two await to see who makes the first move.:: JR: THE MAD CAPPA. PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING. THESE TWO MEN HATE EACH OTHER SO MUCH. YOU CAN FEEL THE ELECTRICITY IN THIS ARENA. THESE TWO MEN ARE BOUND TO EXPLODE ANY MINUTE, BAWD GAWD~!!! ::"Let Me Clear My Throat" continues to play as Cappa looks at PRL. PRL looks at him nervously and gulps.:: JR: Who is going to make the first move? Finally, The Mad Cappa runs into the ring causing the crowd to cheer. JR: HERE WE GO!!! The Mad Cappa runs into the ring, but Puerto Rican Lightning runs out of the ring causing the crowd to boo. PRL saids "Not tonight. Not any night." JR: Oh come on! This ain't right! PRL has been calling out Cappa since the show began, and he is chickening out. Typical Puerto Rican Lightning. "Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)" by DJ Kool stops playing as The Mad Cappa stays in the ring jawing at The P.R. Menace. Lightning jaws back, but still refuses to enter the ring. The crowd chants "P.R. Sucks! P.R. Sucks! P.R. Sucks! P.R. Sucks!" The Mad Cappa stands in the ring, when suddenly, Colombian Heat comes back into the ring with a baseball bat in his hands. JR: Cappa, look out! Mad Cappa look out! Look out behind you! TMC notices Heat, and just when he is about to swing at TMC, he ducks and gives Colombian Heat the BUST A CAP! to huge cheers. JR: BUST A CAP! BUST A CAP! BUST A CAP ON COLOMBIAN HEAT!!! Colombian Heat leaps back onto the mat while Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall attack The Mad Cappa from behind. JR: DAMNIT! DAMNIT! THE LIGHTNING CREW IS GANGING UP ON THE MAD CAPPA! Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall lay the boots to The Mad Cappa while the crowd boos. PRL is shown outside the ring laughing at Cappa's pain. He demands the attack continues. Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua grab Cappa and whip him into the ropes--but Cappa comes back with a double flying clothesline sending Boricua and Wall onto the mat to cheers. Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall exit the ring, while Vitamin X comes in. He goes for a clothesline, but Cappa ducks and hits the Fall From Grace on X. He then applies the Walls of Cappa on Vitamin X. JR: WALLS OF CAPPA! THE WALLS OF CAPPA! THE WALLS OF CAPPA ON VITAMIN X!!! The crowd goes crazy as Vitamin X winces in pain and taps the mat. Thomas Rodreguiez comes in and stops the Wall of Cappa, but recieves a BUST A CAP! for his troubles. He gives Vitamin X a BUST A CAP also. JR: BUST A CAP ON THE LIGHTNING CREW! GET PRL! GET PRL! BEAT PRL, CAPPA!!! Puerto Rican Lightning begins walking to the entrance causing the crowd to boo. He yells about not wanting to fight Cappa tonight and gives him the Middle Finger. The Lightning Crew walk with PRL, all in pain, either holding their backs or necks. JR: That no good PRL! He's using the Lightning Crew as dummies to protect him. PRL does not care about the Lightning Crew! All he cares about is himself and his titles. The Mad Cappa mouths "Son of a bitch." and exits the ring, grabs PRL, and throws him back into the ring. JR: YES! YES! YES! FINALLY! GET PRL! BEAT HIS ASS, CAPPA! GIVE HIM WHAT HE DESERVES!!! Puerto Rican Lightning gets on his knees, begging for Cappa to not hit him. PRL cries his eyes out and shakes nervously as Cappa inches closer and closer to Tha Puerto Rican. The crowd is hot, but just as PRL is picked up by TMC, Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall come back into the ring and attack The Mad One. The crowd boos as PRL runs out of the ring like a coward. JR: DAMNIT! DAMNIT! DAMNIT! PRL HAS ESCAPED HIS COMEUPPANCE ONCE AGAIN! WHAT A COWARD PRL IS! HE DOES NOT DESERVE TO BE THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION! Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall continue beating on Cappa, stomping a mudhole in him. The two Lightning Crew members pick up Cappa and whip him into the ropes again, clotheslining him. JR: BAWD GAWD~! THE IMPACT OF THAT MOVE! CAPPA IS IN PAIN. AND THAT DAMN PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING MUST BE LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT!!! Cuban Wall and Mr. Boricua pick up The Mad Cappa once again, and grab his neck for a double chokeslam. JR: OH NO! OH GOODNESS NO! NOT A DOUBLE CHOKESLAM! THIS WILL INJURE MAD CAPPA AGAIN! AND NOT ON HIS NECK! THE CRUSHED LAYRNX! The crowd boos turn to cheers however, as Mad Cappa kicks Mr. Boricua in his balls, then does the same for Cuban Wall. TMC kicks Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall in their stomachs--and gives them both the BUST A CAP! at the same exact time. JR: DOUBLE BUST A CAP! THE MAD CAPPA HAS DONE A DOUBLE BUST A CAP ON MR. BORICUA AND CUBAN WALL! THAT IS THE FIRST TIME I EVER SAW HIM DO THAT!!! WHAT A MOVE! Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall exit the ring while Mad Cappa rips his shirt off and throws it into the crowd. The crowd is going insane as Mr. Boricua and Cuban Wall leave through the entrance. JR: THE MAD CAPPA HAS ONCE AGAIN GOTTEN THE BEST OF THE LIGHTNING CREW, BUT HE DID NOT GET HIS HANDS ON PUERTO RICAN LIGHTNING! ::"Let Me Clear My Throat (Old School Mix)" by DJ Kool starts up once again, as The Mad Cappa jumps up and down in the ring getting the crowd hyped up. He dances a bit as the crowd chants "Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa! Mad Cap-pa!":: JR: One of these days! One of these days! Puerto Rican Lightning will get what he deserves! One of these days, The Mad Cappa will kick PRL's ass and take his titles. One of these days, is, unfortnaley, not today, but one of these days it will happen! ::The Mad Cappa dances a bit and exits through the crowd. He grabs a beer from a fan and drinks it before heading through the entrance. Before he goes, he puts his fists in the air causing the crowd to cheer. He then exits through the entrance.:: JR: What a way to start IntenseZone! We will be right back with more action, right after this!!! ::COMMERCIALS::

Anyone know where Teddy is?

Don't miss this IZ everyone...its gonna be good...

I havn't read it all, but good stuff so far. Really liked the gauntlet 24/7 match. Inverted Starpower onto the chair is brutal, great finish. Was everyone in the scramble match happy with how they were used? I ran out of time writing it and didn't get to do as much crazy stuff as I wanted.

Good work. More please

Everything to me by Tuesday evening, please.

Is Thunderkid actually in the DA? I thought it was Mario.

Write yourself a match against Mario, that'd be cool.

I'd like to book G Money vs Ted Weddy if Ted is available to write.

Dids- if you have anything you want in the tag match, send it to Stephen now, I won't be able to edit the match again before its due.

Ok, not a lot of content but give some feedback anyway if you can. Show was hurt by lack of stuff but I know people are busy on PPV stuff, including myself, so no complaints really. Huge thanks to Cal for his match, and I thought the shock ending with Blurricane was great.

Sure, send them to me.

Me - can you get the info to me asap? I need to finish the match tonight as I'm going away tomorrow till Sunday.

Buy RoH Allstar Extravaganza. Dragon vs Styles is awesome.

Because it makes us feel clever and less ashamed of being grown men who still enjoy fake wrestling?

CREDITS Stephen Joseph LaParka Mystery Eskimo Belgarion B. Dids And the greatness that is Chuck Woolery~~!

:: Fade in on shot of Calvin holding the World Title aloft :: Graphic: One Champion :: Shots of Jay Darring knocking down an opponent, PRL grinning with his NA title, Blurricane posing heroically :: Graphic: THREE IntenseZone Challengers :: Shot of the Elimination Chamber outlined in black :: Graphic: One match...one winner... :: Shots of all 4 men taking shots from opponents :: Graphic: An infinity of pain... Elimination Chamber. Sunday 30th November 2003. One hell of a DEADLY GAME... :: Fade out :: BOOM! BOOM! BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM! RATM's "Guerilla Radio" rocks out as the pyro blasts and crowd erupts for the last edition of IZ before DEADLY GAME~! Our host is standing by as ever... JR BAH GAWD! What an ovation! The excitement on IntenseZone is reaching new heights as we head into Deadly Game with that HUGE Elimination Chamber match! Three IZ Superstars have the chance to bring the World Title back where it belongs! And don't forget the massive Triple Threat Tag Team Elimination Scramble match! Tonight we'll be hearing from some of the men involved in those matches- plus we have a huge main event pitting NA Champ PRL and World Champ Calvin Szechstein against Shooter Jay Darring and The Blurricane. Each of those men will be looking for the advantage going into Deadly Game... Enough yakking from me, let's get to it!

(Blurricane walks back through the curtain and the cameras follow him to his locker room and opens the door. The lights are off and he goes to turn them on. Once he turns them on he stops and speaks.) BLURRICANE Where have you been? JUDAS ........ BLURRICANE Are you alright? JUDAS .....I....I have done something terribly wrong. BLURRICANE What? What have you done? JUDAS I had no choice...he threatened...I did what I thought was best. BLURRICANE What did you do?? JUDAS He...he's out. BLURRICANE Out?? Who's out?? "I AM!!" (Suddenly Blurricane turns around to see...) FATHER Hello Number 13! (Fade to black)

JR We're running a little short of time tonight due to..er...network negotiations...or something...so let's go straight to our main event! PYRO! “ROCK you like a hurricane!” BOOM! Blurricane comes FLYING up through the stage as “Rock You Like A Hurricane” by Scorpions blasts all across the PA system, the crowd roaring as Blurricane steps down the ramp, his masked face all smiles. *DING DING DING* GARY MICHAEL CAPPETTA Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, weighing in at one-hundred and ninety pounds, he is the BLURRRRRRRRRR-I-CANE! The crowd roars as Blurricane slides into the ring, grinning widely as the arena darkens. “Shin-Jingi Naki Tatakai” begins to play, and navy blue spotlights begin to spray all over the arena as the tag partner to the Blurricane, “Shooter” Jay Darring steps onto the ramp! The roaring of the crowd gets even louder as Jay jogs down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans before he slides into the ring. GARY MICHAEL CAPPETTA And his partner, weighing in at one-hundred and seventy-three pounds, he hails from Boston, Massachusetts… the Shooter, JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY DARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING! The crowd erupts, but their cheering dies down, and Cappetta takes advantage of the pause… GARY MICHAEL CAPPETTA And their opponents… “LIGHTNING” A lightning bolt hits the entrance and the crowd, already knowing who is to arrive, begins to jeer. Smoke and pyro fills the entrance as "Know Your Role 2K3" starts up as the lights go down, the fans able to catch just a silhouette of the man atop the entrance ramp. They already know him all to well, however, and their booing intensifies as Puerto Rican Lightning raises his right arm, the OAOAST North American Title clenched tight in his fist. "P – R SUCKS! P – R SUCKS!” PRL walks to the ring, cocky and confident as usual. He is holding both his belts on his shoulders and dares the fans to touch his belts. PRL continues to walk cool and confident, sneering at the crowd before entering the ring. GARY MICHAEL CAPPETTA Introducing first, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-three pounds, he hails from SAN Juan, Puerto Rico, he is YOUR OAOAST North American champion, PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUERTO RICAN LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT-NING! The crowd’s booing dims a bit, the people trying to conserve their vocal cords for the man who is to arrive next… "Three-two-one, I'M THE BOMB!" "I'm The Bomb" by the Electric Six begins to play over the public address system, the crowd rising to boo a grinning Calvin Szechstein as he steps out onto the ramp, tonight wearing a loose Pepsi jersey over his singlet, the OAOAST championship slung over his left shoulder. He waves to some of the fans, sliding into the ring and slapping hands with Puerto Rican Lightning. He hands the belt to referee Mitchell Moretta, his eyes gleaming as he goes back to his corner to talk strategy with PRL. GARY MICHAEL CAPPETTA And HIS partner! Weighing in at one-hundred NINETY-seven pounds, he hails from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, representing Mountain Dew Code Red, New Line Cinema and the entire OAOAST as YOOOOOOOUR OAOAST WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! The New Era himself, he is CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL-VIN SZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECHSTEIN! “CAL – VIN SUCKS!” “P – R SUCKS!” JR Listen to this crowd badmouth both of the champions in this match! It’s obvious they have no love for either PRL or Calvin! Szechstein steps out of the ring, patting PRL on the back as the North American champion turns to face Blurricane, starting the match for the face squad. PRL and Blurri circle a bit, before Blurricane makes the first move, charging at PRL and looking for a quick dropkick. PRL sidesteps, however, and Blurricane drops to the mat, unable to regain his balance in time. Grinning at the advantage he already has, PRL grabs Blurricane by the hair and lifts him to his feet, whipping him into the heel corner. JR PRL with the early advantage on the Blurricane, BAH GAWD! PRL grabs Blurricane under the chin, grinning like the demon he is as he rears back with his left hand before chopping it across Blurricane’s chest! “WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The crowd, contractually obligated to mark for the chops, does so, and PRL basks in his glory for a few moments before cupping Blurricane’s chin once more, rearing back and… *SMACK!* “WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Blurricane stumbles out of the corner, and PRL, seeing this, quickly drops to the mat, scissoring Blurricane’s legs and dropping him with a drop toe hold. Lightning quickly gets to his feet reaching out a hand and tagging in the World champion. The crowd pops a bit as Calvin steps through the turnbuckle, grabbing Blurricane by the hair and lifting him to his feet. JR Unlike Puerto Rican Lightning and Jay Darring, Calvin Szechstein and the Blurricane have never shared a wrestling ring! Szechstein is catching a break here, seeing the Blurricane for the first time in a tag situation instead of in the Elimination Chamber this Sunday! Szechstein pulls Blurricane to his feet, grabbing the superhero by the leg and whipping him over quickly with a vicious dragon screw! Blurricane hits the mat hard, and Calvin keeps a grip on the leg of Blurricane, getting down on the mat and putting Blurri into a legscissors! The crowd boos as Blurricane struggles to reach the ropes, and they boo even more as PRL casually pulls them back further with the toe of his boot! Jay Darring gets indignant at this, looking to get in the ring to equalize the situation with PRL, but referee Moretta steps between Darring in the action, yelling at the former North American champ to get back to his corner! JR PRL is blatantly cheating, and Jay Darring can’t remedy the situation! This is bah-gawd unfair! As Jay argues with the ref, PRL climbs the ropes, hitting the top turnbuckle. He stares down at Blurricane, struggling against the legscissors, and casually leaps off, dropping a vicious leg across the neck of Blurricane! Blurricane begins to spasm a bit as Calvin breaks the hold, PRL rolling out of the ring and getting the ref’s attention. Moretta turns around, just in time to see Calvin hooking Blurricane’s leg for the pin! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE --- NO!” Blurricane gets the shoulder up, but Calvin is not that worried, as he calmly drags Blurricane to his feet. Calvin backs off a bit, letting Blurricane limp around under his own power… and then Calvin charges Blurri, savagely soccer kicking the superhero’s leg out from under him! Blurricane goes down, wincing in pain, and Calvin grins up at the crowd. “That was sponsored by MLS Shoot Out, now available for PlayStation 2 and Xbox!” The crowd roars out in boos as Calvin cackles, going over to his corner and tagging in PRL. JR Look at the smugness on Calvin Szechstein’s face! Just one time, I’d like to see someone wipe it off! Preferably with a ball-peen hammer! The Puerto Rican steps into the ring, grabbing the lunging Blurricane by his leg and lifting him up, so that Blurricane is in the classic wheelbarrow position. The superhero tries to lunge for Darring, whose arm is outstretched in the face corner, but PRL pulls him back! Savagely, PRL grins, whipping around and dropping an elbow right into the back of Blurricane’s knee! The superhero cries out in pain as PRL puts his leg across the knee of Blurricane’s, folding the leg back over his leg! The crowd erupts in boos for the maneuver as Blurricane yells out in pain, reaching out for Jay Darring! JR PRL has Blurricane locked in a dangerous leg submission, and with all the work that’s been done to the Blurricane, I’d hate to be him right now! Blurricane reaches out, pulling himself closer to Jay Darring as PRL cinches in the leglock tighter, trying to break off the leg of Blurricane so that he may NOT make the hot tag to "Shooter" Jay Darring! Darring bangs on the top of the turnbuckle, trying to get the crowd into the matchup! "BLUR - RI - CANE! BLUR - RI - CANE!" JR These fans are behind Blurricane, Jay Darring is behind Blurricane -- can he make the tag?! The crowd gets louder and louder as Blurricane inches closer... closer... *SLAP!* JR JAY DARRING IS IN! CALVIN AND PRL HAD BEST WATCH THEMSELVES NOW! PRL immediately breaks the leglock on Blurricane, and the superhero crawls out of the ring, clutching his leg in pain. Darring, meanwhile, steps into the ring, charging PRL and bashing him in the face with a huge forearm! PRL rubs his face, stumbling back a bit, but comes back with a forearm of his own! The crowd roars as Jay shrugs it off, charging PRL and flattening him with a lariat! JR PRL weighs fifty pounds more than Jay Darring, but the Shooter's heart is twice as big! Jay meancingly moves in on PRL, looking to inflict even more damage on the Puerto Rican... but PRL scampers back on his hands, tagging in Calvin Szechstein! The crowd roars as PRL bails, rolling to the outside and leaving his partner hanging! Calvin mumbles some curse words at PRL as he stares at Jay, the electricity between the two immense! JR Two months ago Jay Darring came within inches of dethroning Calvin Szechstein, and this Sunday he gets a chance to do the same! What could he possibly do now? Calvin takes a deep breath before stepping through the ropes, charging at Jay Darring... AND WALKING RIGHT INTO THE AFTERTHOUGHT! JR AFTERTHOUGHT! AFTERTHOUGHT ON CALVIN SZECHSTEIN! THIS COULD BE ALL! Calvin hits the mat hard, and Jay Darring, a savage grin on his face, makes the pin! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!" "TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ---- EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" *DING DING DING* GARY MICHAEL CAPPETTA Ladies and gentlemen, YOUR winners, "Shooter" Jay Darring and the Blurricane! "Shin-Jingi Naki Tatakai" begins to blast as Jay gets to his feet, celebrating in the middle of the ring! Blurricane, propped up on the ring apron, begins to celebrate as well, still unable to stand up on one leg. PRL is halfway up the ramp, upset at losing but glad he escaped with some dignity and without being injured. And Calvin Szechstein is on the mat, defeated. JR Calvin Szechstein is laying in defeat, and Jay Darring is victorious! Will this be the scene at Deadly Game? TUNE IN THIS SUNDAY TO FIND OUT! FOR EVERYONE HERE AT INTENSEZONE, GOOD NIGHT!