Mystery Eskimo

I just got that too. Will be watching it this weekend unless RoH tempts me away.

Good re-cap. I'm hoping Train-Benoit isn't going to start up again...Benoit already beat him like 10 times in a row.

Benoit/Jericho vs Austin/HHH is one of the greatest tag matches of WWF/E history. Did anyone see Benoit's WCW debut vs Brad Armstrong? Fun match. Jim Ross calls the Dragon suplex as a German, which is amusing in a smarky kinda way.

It wasn't the job, it was that Goldberg was being an idiot and not co-operating with his offence. I think.

Who did Benoit get the crossface from, if anyone?

That would be good, Money. Sorry to Ted, looks like tourny is full up. Anything else you'd like to do?

Sorry, my mistake....bad producer! Bad! It was a good promo. I'm looking forward to seeing who's going to be in the Firm.

Starbuck as a woman is just an awful idea. If they want a strong female character why not use one of the ones from the original series in a more prominent part, or create a new character?

I wouldn't mind writing that match above if that's possible. Just tell me who the ? man is. I could post the show too. As of right now I have no plans for Tuesday so I might be able to post it. That would be great if you could post the show, Tony. And also great if you could write that match. I think you know who the mystery guy is...

Judas could take on Shuffle or Money, and the other could take on Mario.

Awesome. 1st round: PRL vs SJ Mystery entrant vs Dangerous A ? vs ? ? vs ?

Who wants to face PRL in the first round?

The main event will have to be the final of the tourny, I think, but that match can be just before it on the card.

So what happens at the Rumble now? Re-match or Cena?

Ok, if you've read this weeks show you'll see we're having a tourny for the new Adrenaline title. I'm thinking 8 guys in it. 1 spot is reserved for a mystery entrant. 7 available. Who wants in- and who can write a match? Perhaps that Shuffle-Logan match could be one of the first round matches. Any non-tourny related stuff is of course very welcome as well. If Jay is around- I'd really appreciate it if you could post the show, as I'm going to be very busy next week and it's going to be tough for me to do it.

Thoughts, comments, complaints here. Thanks to everyone who brought the content. Good stuff from PRL as ever and I'm still enjoying the Blurricane story. Good to see Father being a bad ass! Plus the return of Tony should give IZ a boost over the next few months. Not much match action, but hopefully that will be remedied with the tourny next week. See the booking thread for info on that. Oh, and apologies to the person (I can't remember who it was) who came up with the name "Adrenalin" Title, as I have totally stolen it. Incidentally, is it Adrenalin or Adrenaline? Word seems to accept both.

CREDITS Writers LaParka PRL Stephen Joseph G Money Mystery Eskimo Production Mystery Eskimo Executive support Tony149

JR Chaos in the ring, these teams couldn't even wait for intros. The Deadly Alliance was attacked from behind by Stephen Joseph and Reject while we were on break! In the ring, Stephen Joseph and Reject whip Plushy Al across the ring, waiting on him to return. They lift him high into the air, flapjacking him down onto the mat hard. Stephen turns his attention to Dangerous A, just getting up, while Reject retreats to the corner. Stephen pulls Dangerous A up, deciding to suplex him up and stalling for a bit, letting the blood rush into D-A's head before bringing him back down onto the mat. Stephen covers, but gets a 1 count. Tag out to Reject. Reject comes in on Dangerous A, throwing him into the DA corner. Dangerous A tags out to Alfdogg who warily enters the ring. They circle around each other, locking up with Alfdogg forcing Reject into a corner. Reject twirls around and pushes Alfdogg into the turnbuckle chest first, and then Reject jumps up with a standing dropkick to reinforce the impact. Reject turns around and meets a Plushy Al Clothesline! Plushy Al pulls Reject back to his corner, holding him against the ropes whilst Dangerous A stiffs some hard chops onto Reject's chest. Stephen Joseph can't control himself, so he jumps over the ropes, and pulls Plushy Al off of Reject. He doesn't see Alfdogg nail him with a Yakuza kick from behind though! Both Stephen Joseph and Reject are now falling prey to the numbers game, and its not very pretty. Dangerous A has mounted Stephen on the mat, rotating punches onto Stephen's face whose nose is already broken. Plushy Al has Reject in a chokehold over the top rope outside, and simply drops him down. Alfdogg and Plushy then take turns kicking Stephen's head while Dangerous A punches. CUE: "Welcome to the Jungle" And now, Alfdogg, Dangerous A, and Plushy Al look up from beating Stephen Joseph, and see no one from the stage. But he's not coming from the stage, Tony the Body complete with skull/crossbones robe, comes running through the crowd behind the ring, hopping the ringside fence and sliding into THAT. VERY. RING. The three DA'ers feel the weight on the mat, and Alfdogg's only response is to gulp saliva down his throat and slowly turn INTO A SPEAR~! Plushy Al tries to attack, but Tony ducks his right hand, and captures his back- ANGLESLAM~!. Dangerous A turns and attempts a standing kick, but Tony catches his foot and pulls him down to the mat- SALT AND PEPPER LOCK! The Crowd goes wild! JR: BY GAWD, BY GAWD, TONY IS USING ANGLESAULT's MOVES!! Tony releases the Salt and Pepper lock to turn around and throw Alfdogg out of the ring near Reject. Reject begins to lay in the boots while Tony throws Plushly Al out of the ring. Meanwhile, Stephen has crawled on top of Dangerous A, and the ref makes the count! 1! 2! 3! Tony stands looking out as Stephen slowly gets on his knees, putting a hand on Tony's back to right himself. Tony feels the hand, grabs it and pulls Stephen right up over his shoulder into a STUNNER~! Stephen flops over and Tony now sees what he's done. JR BY GAWD. Stephen Joseph wins, but Tony accidentally nails him with a STUNNER! What a show...and what will happen next week! Was Tony the founding member? Intesezone begins to go off the air, darkening around a shocked Tony turning his frown into a smile...

CUE: "Fake Sound of Progress" by Lost Prophets -The fans ERUPT as blue pyro shoots off. The curtain flies open, and the cheers now become thunderous. It's The Man…"Shooter" Jay Darring! JR There he is! The last man to be eliminated put up one HELLUVA fight at UnLucky 7, but Calvin…bah gawd, Calvin barely squeaked away with the win…barely, folks! Jay slowly slides into the ring. His head is heavily bandaged and he is slightly favoring his right leg, but all in all, he looks damn good. He slowly stands and asks for a mic, which he receives. JAY I'd just like to say… -Jay smiles as he is cut off by a thunderous "SHOO-TER JAY!" chant. He looks around slightly, his smile from ear to ear. The chant lasts a minute or two, and Jay slowly lifts the mic back to his mouth. JAY …I'd just like to say…Sunday Night…I went through a war. -The fans erupt again as the scene switches to a fan holding a "SHOOTER JAY = THE REAL CHAMP" sign. It switches back once again to Jay, standing in the middle of the ring. JAY …That war was fought on THIS battlefield… -Jay points to the ring. JAY …And that war had six casualties…and sadly, I was one of them. -Jay looks down slightly, shaking his head. A few moments pass before he speaks again, looking at all the fans. JAY For years, I have fought on numerous continents…I've lost gallons of blood…I've given up my heart and my soul for this business…and for you fans! -The fans erupt again. Another "SHOO-TER JAY" chant starts up, but Jay raises a hand, asking for silence. JAY …And I wouldn't have it any other way… -The silence is once again lifted as the fans cheers drown out any other sound. Jay smiles slightly, lifting his hand into the air again. JAY …That is why I am so disappointed in myself for what happened Sunday night…I let Calvin Szechstein walk away from the Elimination Chamber match as the retaining Champion. I let this business down…by letting that man continue to degrade that title and everything I hold dear…I cannot let that happen again. I cannot let… CUE: "Kick Start my Heart" by Motley Crue JR WHAT THE HELL?! IS THIS WHO I THINK IT IS?! ITS K MONEY! -The fans erupt as the curtain flies open. From behind the curtain walks Josie, who is wearing an XXL large "SHOOTER JAY" shirt, which, with the well-placed spiked belt, is made to be a skirt. From behind her walks The Showstopper…K-Money! The cheers become deafening as Money smiles at Shooter Jay, who is standing in the middle of the ring still. The two men both have huge smiles on their faces. JR I don't believe it! The Showstopper, K-Money, is here on IntenseZone! -K-Money slowly slides into the ring and smiles at Jay. The music fades out as Josie hands Money a microphone. However, before Money takes it, he slowly extends his hand to Jay. Jay looks around at all the fans, who are now chanting "SHAKE HIS HAND!" Jay looks at the hand…then Money's face…the hand…the face…the hand… JR What's Jay going to do? -…The face…Jay takes a long look at Money's smiling face…AND ACCEPTS THE HAND!! The fans erupt as these two fan-favorites shakes hands. Money slowly lets go, taking the mic slowly from Josie. He puts it to his mouth and begins to speak. MONEY …Jay…Sunday night…you proved to me why you are The Man…you proved to all these fans…why their choice of cheering for you is the correct choice. Calvin may have won the match, but YOU, Mr. Darring…YOU won everyone's respect…and for that, it is an honor for me to be in the same ring as you. -The fans erupt and give a standing ovation as Money and Josie applaud along with them. Jay looks around sheepishly, a smile crossing his scarred face. Money once again raises the mic, which causes the fans to slowly grow silent. MONEY …That being said…I have a proposition for you… -Jay crosses his arms as Money runs his hands through his hair before speaking. MONEY …I look around the OAOAST, and all I see are these horrible and despicable people…Calvin Szechstein.… -The fans boo. MONEY …Axel… -Another round of boos. MONEY …Puerto Rican Lightning… -More boos. MONEY …Ragdoll… -Money gets an angry look on his face as he rubs the scar on his left cheek and his permanently broken nose. The fans boos are deafening. MONEY …I look at them, and I think: "There are too many of them…and too few of the good guys. Guys like Blurricane…" -The fans erupt at the mention of the Blurr. MONEY "…Crystal…" -More cheers for the Female Phenom. MONEY "…Zack Malibu…" -HUGE pop for the P.O.P. MONEY "…and 'Shooter'…Jay…Darring…" -A THUNDEROUS ovation for the Shooter. MONEY So last night, I had an idea…why not get the best of the best to join together and take out the villainy in the OAOAST…a team that can take out Totally Endorsed and whoever else threatens this great Fed? Two Words, Jay…The Firm. JAY …The Firm? MONEY That's right…Now, I realize that this whole brand extension could hinder a full blown team, so that is why I am asking YOU to lead the IntenseZone crew. JAY …Me? MONEY Yes…YOU…I want you to get together four of the best wrestlers you can think of…I don't care their gender or age or sexual preference…It is up to you to get the best. I'll take care of HeldDown. I already have a few people lined up that I want… JAY …I… MONEY Wait…Here's the Million Dollar question…Do you accept my proposition? -The fans erupt as Jay looks around again, trying to decide. Minutes pass as the fans grow silent in anticipation…Jay slowly raises the mic… JAY I…. Accept. -The fans go APESHIT! Money smiles wide as Jay sticks out his hand, a huge smile once again plastered on his face. They break the handshake and hug, before Money grabs Jay's right wrist and shoots it high into the air, causing the cheers to grow to a deafening level. JR Mah gawd, a new faction spreading into IntenseZone! This can only heat things up still further? What will Dan Black think of this? And how about Stephen Joseph? Well, up next, its our main event, that big tag match! Don't go anywhere! COMMERCIALS

I don't know who's handling that, but I doubt it'd be written already.

Just waiting on the rest of PRL's stuff, then show will be up.

:: A black screen and a heart beat, slow, steady.... The beat rises in tempo.... Getting faster... Dangerously fast. The beat stops. The IZ theme, RATM's "Guerilla Radio" blasts out, and we get a rapid sequence of high flying, hard hitting IZ action shots- Jay kicking PRL, Shuffle powerbombing G Money, JINGUS clawslamming Dan Black, Stephen Joseph eyeball to eyeball with Alfdogg- Cut to an empty tournament bracket. Graphic: 8 men. 6 matches. 1 new champion. The Adrenalin Title. Coming next week, to IntenseZone...

We see a close up shot cut backstage and see G-Money in his tracksuit ready for his match later tonight- "B. Did's we've been going back and forth long enough now, week in week out for the last two months we've been fighting each other. You might have had the upper hand the once or twice the last few times we met, but that was all luck, and your luck has run out my friend. I'm tired of playing, i'm sick of the dancing, i want to end you. The very sight of you just drives me to the brink of insanity. I love this sport, and you make every athelete on Intense Zone look like a fool, no body in the crowd pays to see some one such as your self dance, they come to see people like me. So thats why i'm challenging you to one final match next week on IZ, i promise if you beat me you won't hear another word from me about it and that will be the end of it all. But you see thats not how its going to end between me and you, next week i will have you tapping in the middle of that ring, theres no if's, no buts, its a damn certainty. You have 7 days my friend, 7 days...." The camera then pans out to revel the rest of the DA stood around G-Money... We return to Dan Black's office. Dan reclines in his chair, watching a video of himself pinning Stephen Joseph. The tape runs again and again, as Dan grins. The door suddenly bursts open, and Black sits up with a start. Entering the office are the members of Blackheart Security, Jake Karma, Hades, Steve Scott & Angel Steel. The four look visibly angry and the huge Karma slams both hands onto Dan's desk. Black regards them with interest. BLACK And what can I do for you, guys? KARMA We just found out our contracts got terminated. BLACK Oh, that...well... ANGEL Yes? C'mon Dan, you bring us in, then just cut us loose when we don't come through one time? SCOTT Yeah, you won the Scramble match thanks to us! BLACK ....thanks...to...you? Oh, I'm so sorry...I thought it was thanks to ME and the DEADLY ALLIANCE! I thought all of YOU guys got squashed and eliminated like a bunch of idiots! Now, I know you probably did your best- KARMA Damn right we did! BLACK -and you do have a somewhat limited talent. But you just didn't cut it. Not compared to men like me. Like Alfdogg. Like G Money. Like Dangerous A. So, I'll ring up some indie promotions- get you some matches. Let Uncle Dan look after you, eh? SCOTT Don't patronise us, you bastard! We knew you were selfish and vain but- BLACK Woooooh there Scotty! Are you actually bad mouthing me? To my face? KARMA He is, Dan, and so am I- you lousy rat. BLACK Well...some spirit, eh? Shame its come too late, and in the wrong place. Get out, you idiots, before I take you out myself. Karma leans forwards and grabs Dan with a massive hand. KARMA Oh, we'll go, Dan. But we won't go far. Watch your back...in case you forget, we've been with you for months...we know how you operate...we know how you wrestle...and we'll be back to show you what happens when you disrespect us... BLACK Let go of me right now, or you'll be in jail before you can blink. Karma releases Dan and stands up, glares at the IZ boss, before walking out. The rest of the team follow him. Dan straightens his shirt and looks momentarily concerned, before shrugging and going back to his video tape... JR Well, Dan seemingly has no use for his young Security team! But has he made four more enemies to add to his long list? We'll see...

::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)