[The high-tempo heavy guitar riff of Black Sabbath's "The Mob Rules"
thrashes away as we see footage from previous RCW matches...]

# Close the city and tell the people that
# something's coming to call
# Death and darkness are rushing forward to
# take a bite from the wall, oh

[...The massive Derek Rage slams Danny Daniels to the mat with the
Hammer Of God clawhold chokeslam...]

# You've nothing to say
# They're breaking away
# If you listen to fools...
# The mob rules
# The mob rules

[...Madrock the Irrepressible has Akitoshi Ogawa in the Giant Swing,
turning and turning, faster and faster, and at the high point of the
spin, Madrock suddenly spins in the opposite direction, pulling his arms
in, and snapping Ogawa to the mat!  Madrock goes to the ropes and then
comes back with a senton splash on Ogawa...]

# Kill the spirit and you'll be blinded,
# the end is always the same
# Play with fire, you burn your fingers and 
# lose your hold of the flame, oh

[...Lord Byron blocks a spinning kick from "Showtime" Rick Marley,
grabbing Marley in a rear waistlock, and *tossing* him with a reverse
German release suplex... Marley hops up and puts his leg over
Byron's head, then *drives* him down to the canvas with a modified
DDT...]

# It's over, it's done
# The end is begun
# If you listen to fools...
# The mob rules

[...Brody Thunder launches Eddie Curtis across the ring with a
belly-to-belly suplex... Thunder sends Owen Curtis to the arena floor
with a crushing uppercut...]

# You've nothing to say
# Oh, they're breaking away
# If you listen to fools...

[...Mark Coleman plants Ryan Faith with a modified Southern Cross
Bomb... Paul Driscoll and Johnny Pleasence slug it out in the middle of
the ring, the fans in the arena coming to their feet...]

# Break the circle and stop the movement,
# the wheel is thrown to the ground
# Just remember it might start rolling and
# take you right back around

[...Johnny Pleasence strikes Mark Coleman in the head with the RCW
Championship belt... he hits "Pistol" Paul Driscoll with it for good
measure...]

# You're all fools!
# The mob rules!

[...the logo crashes onto the screen in an explosion of sparks and
flame:]

       ___  ______      __   ___  ___   __  ______  ___  _________
      / _ \/ ___/ | /| / /  / _ \/ _ | /  |/  / _ \/ _ |/ ___/ __/
     / , _/ /__ | |/ |/ /  / , _/ __ |/ /|_/ / ___/ __ / (_ / _/  
    /_/|_|\___/ |__/|__/  /_/|_/_/ |_/_/  /_/_/  /_/ |_\___/___/
                                  LIVE! Rose Garden, Portland, OR
                                            Thursday 29 June 2006


[The logo shoots out of the screen, revealing a wide shot of the
jam-packed Rose Garden arena.  The camera sweeps over the crowd and
comes to rest on the lighting rig high above the ring, where a volley of
fireworks erupt in a shower of sparks, a cacophony of deafening
explosions ringing out in the rafters.  Spotlights sweep all over the
arena, picking out cheering fans.  We hear the voice of RCW, Don Ditka:]

DD: Welcome everybody to Portland, Oregon!  Welcome to the beautiful
Rose Garden!

[The camera moves down the aisle, showing fans wearing "GOT FAITH?"
t-shirts, "BIG BAD" t-shirts, "YOUR HERO" t-shirts, Derek Rage foam claw
hands.]

DD: Welcome everybody to this special edition of RCW RAMPAGE!

[The shot now comes to rest on the broadcast table at ringside, in front
of which stand, as ever, sports-jacketed Don Ditka and "Spotlight" Billy
Shakespeare, who is wearing an RCW t-shirt under a denim jacket adorned
with the happy/sad masks emblem familiar to visitors to theatres all
over the world.]

DD: Good evening, everybody.  I'm Don Ditka, and beside me is my
broadcast colleague, "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare.  We are *live* on
KPDX-49, and we are now just over two weeks away from RCW's first-ever
pay-per-view, Wild Summer Night!

BS: Tonight may turn out to be pretty wild in its own right, Don!

DD: It may indeed, Billy Shakespeare.  Tonight is a special edition of
RAMPAGE -- every match is a tag-team encounter that pits opponents at
Wild Summer Night against one another... and in one sure-to-be memorable
match tonight, enemies will have to team up!  The Strange Bedfellows
Handicap tag-team match is coming up momentarily, but let's take a look
at the other matches coming your way in the next sixty minutes.

[A graphic explodes onto the screen, showing the faces of RCW Champion
Johnny Pleasence and Owen "Truth" Curtis on one side, and "Pistol" Paul
Driscoll and "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder on the other.  The fans in the
Rose Garden pop at the sight of this graphic on the big screen in the
arena.]

DD: What a main event we will have tonight, Billy Shakespeare.  RCW
Champion Johnny Pleasence has already stained the belt with the blood of
three men -- will it become four tonight when he stands across the ring
from one of the greats of all-time, Brody Thunder?  Or perhaps it will
be the man who is set to be his partner tonight, Owen Curtis, who will
feel his wrath?

BS: Curtis was the man Pleasence defeated to claim the RCW Championship,
so there's certainly no love lost there.

DD: And what of the number one contender, Paul Driscoll?  He's finally
got his title match with Pleasence in just over two weeks at Wild Summer
Night -- who knows what he plans to do to the champion here tonight?

[Another graphic explodes onto the screen, showing "The Jersey Drifter"
Liam Cassidy and Derek Rage on one side, and Dave Bryant and Ryan Faith
on the other.  Big mixed pop from the fans in the Garden!]

DD: Tag team specialist Derek Rage teams up with the first hobo of
wrestling, Liam Cassidy, in another huge match here tonight.

BS: I've been working with Cassidy for a week now, Don, in preparation
for his match against Lord Byron at Wild Summer Night, and I think
you'll be surprised at how quickly he's picking things up.

DD: He certainly can't pick things up quickly enough, Billy Shakespeare.
 And I understand that we will be joined at ringside by the British
blueblood himself for that match.

BS: I can hardly wait.

DD: And what about their opponents?  Derek Rage is set to face Dave
Bryant at Wild Summer Night in just over two weeks.  Bryant and Faith,
meanwhile, showed us two weeks ago that they can certainly work together
effectively as a tag team.

BS: It'll be a great test for Liam, that's for sure.  Dave Bryant is a
former world champion, and Ryan Faith may have a bad attitude, but he's
a young lion in that ring.

DD: And don't forget, of course, that Bryant will have Glory in his
corner, and Faith will have the devious Dinah.  They can be
difference-makers.

BS: Absolutely, Don.

[Another graphic smashes onto the screen.  We see Madrock the
Irrepressible and "Fallen Angel" David Cross on one side and Christian
Right and "Your Hero" Danny Daniels on the other.]

DD: You think Derek Rage and Liam Cassidy make an odd couple -- well,
try the zealot Christian Right and the zany Danny Daniels teaming up to
face the partnership of David Cross and Madrock the Irrepressible!

BS: I just don't know what to expect out of this match, Don.

DD: Nor do I, Billy, but with Madrock and Daniels set to square off at
Wild Summer Night, and with Cross and Right also set to meet at the
pay-per-view, there's plenty of bad blood in that ring, and it's sure to
be a wild ride.

[Cut back to Ditka and Shakespeare at ringside.  The announcers are now
sat behind the desk, headsets safely placed on heads.]

DD: Well, folks, it's about time to get up to the ring for our first
match, so...

[Suddenly Ditka is interrupted by some music blaring out across the
arena:]

# Put a smile on your face
# Make the world a better place

[As the bubblegum pop sounds of Vitamin C's "Smile" play over the PA
Mick Silvestri enters the Garden, showing off his grin. The manager is
wearing a white English National Team soccer jersey and red track pants.
He takes a moment to point at the Three Lions logo for the camera as he
quickly walks down the aisle, a clipboard in hand.] 

DD: I don't have this on my format sheet, Billy Shakespeare -- but here
comes the manager of Alabama rookie Nathan Herod, "Smiling" Mick
Silvestri. 

BS: As always with Mick Silvestri we can assume that he's trying to get
his charge into a better position -- right now, of course, Herod isn't
scheduled to be at Wild Summer Night.

[The English manager has climbed into the ring via the steps and waves
at the jeering crowd. The ring announcer hands him a mic and off we go.]

MS: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages! I am, once again,
grateful to stand in front of the greatest wrestling audience in the
world! 

[Cheap pop!] 

MS: As I am sure you are, I am looking forward to tonight's matches,
especially the tag-team contest that will feature two wrestlers my
client, the fighter from the American Heartland, Nathan Herod, has
clashed with before: Christian Right, a man of strong convictions, a man
on a mission, a crusade; David Cross, a gargantuan strongman.  You have
seen the conflicts. You have heard the declarations of war. 

[Mick raises the clipboard above his head.] 

MS: Now it is time to choose the battlefield. What I envision... is a
match that features Christian Right, David Cross *and* Nathan Herod.  A
match in which all three of these outstanding athletes can showcase
their abilities that are to catapult them into the main event scene of
RCW. A match that ends all this unsportsmanlike interference and
carnage... the way it is supposed to, at Wild Summer Night. 

[He points a finger at the camera and, by extension, at the crowd.] 

MS: You know what kind of match I mean. 

[At once, the wrestling-savvy Portland crowd starts a chant of
"THREE-WAY-DANCE! THREE-WAY-DANCE!"] 

DD: So that's what Mick Silvestri is angling for: a three-way dance for
these three men, who have been at each others' throats over the past few
weeks. 

BS: It's not a bad idea, Don.

[Mick's grin has become even more radiant.] 

MS: Mister Herod and Mister Right have already agreed to this set-up and
signed this contract. The only one left is the man, the beast, the
colossus... DAVID CROSS! 

# I have fallen from grace, and my ashes are scattered
# No longer of passion and flesh

[The crowd comes to their feet as the popular, but largely silent
"Fallen Angel" makes his way to the ring, absent-mindely slapping hands,
but staring intently at the ring and Mick Sylvestri in the ring, with
his Cheshire cat grin.  As the leather-clad warrior steps into the ring,
he looks Herod's manager up and down, the motions for the mic. 
Silvestri hands it to him.] 

DD: David Cross seems to actually want to speak tonight.  We haven't
heard him on the mic since his debut a few weeks ago, letting his
actions speak more than his words. 

BS: However, I know well that sometimes you have to let words be your
actions at times, lest the fans forget your voice. 

[Cross looks at Silvestri again, then softly chuckles.]

DC: Ya know, Mick, I have to give you a small amount of credit.  Most
managers would've brought a small army down to meet with me head on, but
you at least have the fortitude to meet ya face-to-face. 

[Beat.]

DC: Or, you were just scared I was going to kick Herod around from
pillar to post once again?

[Big cheer from the crowd as Cross grimly smiles for a minute.] 

DC: I know you probably think I'm more intent on that Devil in
Preacher's clothin' Right, but don't think I've forgotten about Nate, my
friend. He has sinned just as much as the imposter, and will receive the
same justice, in the middle of the right at Wild Summer Night! 

[Another large cheer as Cross motions for the contract. Mick hands it
over, still smiling.]

DC: I don't know if you're smiling because of the money you're likely
stealing from your client, or because you have some plan to take me out
in a few seconds.  Just remember, Mick, if it's the latter, I can lariat
your head off before either Nate or Right get in this ring, son.  Don't
test me, I'm sick and tired of attacks from behind for many, many moons.


[Mick smile disseapears for a moment, but it reappears once again very
quickly as Cross signs the contract, not really looking over it.  The
fans cheer!]

DD: The contract is signed!  It's on for Wild Summer Night!

[Cross tosses the contract back at Mick, who scrambles out of the ring.]


DC: Now, as I was saying.  I've realize I'm not the biggest talker in
the history of Rip City.  I'm not one to ramble on and on and on and
on...

[Small laughter pop.]

DC: ...but the point must be made.  It's not a coincidence I have been
targeted by a false prophet and a man with the last name Herod.  It is
fate.  Just as it is fate that in a few short weeks, in the three-way
dance, justice will be done! 

[Big pop is slowly settled down by Mick tapping on his own mic, now
that's he near the entranceway.]

MS: Dave, my friend, sorry to interrupt but... what was it you said
about a three-way-dance?  What are you talking about here? This contract
you just signed?   Ah, I see, you thought because the peons here in the
stands were chanting some crap that you were going to fight in that kind
of match?

[Big heel pop from the crowd!]

DD: What's going on here, Billy Shakespeare?

[Silvestri continues to smile at Cross and at the fans in the arena.]

MS: Nononono, Dave, I have to disappoint you there.  What we will see at
Wild Summer Night will be David Cross versus Christian Right AND Nathan
Herod... IN A HANDICAP MATCH! 

[Now the crowd responds with a full-fledged heel pop! Mick Silvestri 
dances a little jig before, after glancing at David Cross, he retreats 
quickly into the backstage area.  In the ring, Cross puts his hands on
his hips and shakes his head, before leaving the ring.  Cut back to
Ditka and Shakespeare at ringside.]

DD: Well, it may not be what the "Fallen Angel" intended, but it appears
to be official: Nathan Herod and Christian Right will team up against
David Cross in a handicap match at Wild Summer Night! 

BS: Cross can't be happy with those odds, Don -- but on the other hand,
we saw what Cross can do when he laid out both Right and Herod two weeks
ago.

DD: Speaking of handicap matches -- we've got a doozy coming up in just
a few moments.

[The camera cuts to Ogawa's locker room. The walls are bare, and the
Japanese giant is sitting silently, his face seemingly made of stone, a
black towel draped over his head and shoulders. Brackett sits beside
him, speaking in Japanese. Ogawa nods, and Brackett gives him an
encouraging grin. Suddenly, the door can be heard opening, and Ogawa and
Brackett both shoot to their feet as Mark Coleman enter the shot. The
fans can be heard cheering inside the arena as they watch on the big
screen. Brackett smiles at Coleman, who shows no emotion towards the
charismatic manager.]
     
ZB: Well, well, well... if it isn't that good ol' boy, Mark Coleman! Are
you just wandering aimlessly or can I be of any assistance to you?
     
[Coleman glances at Brackett for a moment... only a moment.]
     
MC: I ain't here to talk to you, Zeke.  I'm here to talk to my tag team
partner tonight.
     
[Said with a note of finality, Coleman moves past Zeke, almost brushing
past him.  He comes to a halt in front of the big man, Akitoshi Ogawa, a
few inches taller then him.  The big man stares... and Coleman stares
right back, his eyes locked on Ogawa's underneath the black hood,
flinching not in the least.  The fans, off-camera, continue to buzz as
the two large man, inches apart, moments away from tag teaming against
three opponents, size each other up.]
     
ZB: You know he doesn't speak English, right?

[Coleman, ignoring Brackett, presses his face closer to Ogawa's, whose
eyes become wide. The two men continue to stare holes into one another.
Ogawa suddenly breaks the silence. In his deep, almost rumbling voice,
he slowly growls the only English word he seems to understand.]
 
AO: Win.
 
[Coleman stares for a few more seconds... and then nods slowly, in
agreement with the man he'll meet in two short weeks.]
 
MC: Win.  Damn right.  You ready?
 
[Brackett quickly translates, and Ogawa, his eyes still locked onto
Coleman's, breaks a slight, nearly sadistic smile. He nods slowly, his
nostrils flaring.  Coleman nods again, this time in Brackett's
direction.]

MC: Alright.  Let's get this done. 
 
[He punches his hands together, nodding at his partner one final time.
He exits, and Ogawa and Brackett look to one another. Brackett nods to
his charge, whose eyes turn back towards the door.  Over this scene we
hear Don Ditka's voice.]

DD: Ogawa and Coleman team up against three opponents -- after this
commercial break.  Don't go away!

[Fade to commercials.]



[Fade back from commercials to a wide shot of the Rose Garden arena. 
The timekeeper rings the bell to signal the start of the night's
wrestling action.]

* DING! DING! DING! *

   ___  ______      __ 
  / _ \/ ___/ | /| / /  STRANGE BEDFELLOWS HANDICAP TAG MATCH:
 / , _/ /__ | |/ |/ /   Orin LeBlanc, Vinny Carmazzi & Nolan Dorado vs.
/_/|_|\___/ |__/|__/    Mark Coleman & Akitoshi Ogawa


[RCW ring announcer Sy Simmons takes up his place in the center of the
squared circle and raises the microphone to his lips.  Match official
Jim Bright stands ready in the far corner of the ring.]

SS: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's opening match is a special STRANGE
BEDFELLOWS HANDICAP TAG MATCH!

[Big what-the-heck-kind-of-match-is-that pop!]

SS: In this match, a team of three individuals will wrestle against a
team of two individuals -- and it will be one fall to the finish!

[Big ah-okay-now-I-get-it pop!]

SS: Introducing first...

["Copperhead Road" by Steve Earle kicks in over the PA to a big pop from
the fans!]

SS: ...hailing from Memphis, Tennessee, and weighing in at 251lbs... he
is... MAAAAAAARK COOOOOOLEMAAAAAN!

[A spotlight at the head of the aisle picks out the form of Mark
Coleman, making his way out into the aisle.  As ever, he is dressed in
his usual ring attire of grey trunks and grey boots, with white tape
around his wrists.  He gives his customary big smile and makes his way
down towards the ring, slapping the hands of fans on both sides of the
aisle.]

DD: Here comes Mark Coleman, who has made an impressive return following
his injury at the hands of them man who is his tag team partner tonight,
but who will be his opponent in just over two weeks at Wild Summer
Night.

BS: He's a blue-chipper, Don, that's for sure.  Coleman went out there
two weeks ago against Johnny Pleasence, Ryan Faith and Dave Bryant and
more than held his own.  We can expect big things from this young man.

DD: But first he has to successfully get through this match, and then
take care of Akitoshi Ogawa at Wild Summer Night.

BS: If he does that, Don, he may just catapult himself into contention
for the RCW Championship.

[Coleman arrives at the ring and rolls in.  He stands and climbs the
corner buckles, raising his arms to the fans, who respond with renewed
cheers and a chant of "SCB! SCB! SCB!", which Coleman acknowledges
before jumping down into the ring and stretching himself against the
ropes, awaiting the arrival of his partner.]

SS: And introducing his partner...

["Ride Or Die!" by the Doomriders kicks in over the PA as the lights in
the arena drop, drawing a big mixed pop from the crowd!]

SS: ...accompanied to the ring by Zeke Brackett, hailing from Kumamoto,
Japan, and weighing in at 266lbs... he is a former King Of The Death
Match... he is... AAAAAAAAAAAKITOOOOOOOSHI OGAAAAAAAAAWA!

[Big heel pop as the strobe laser lights playing through the rising mist
at the head of the aisle are disturbed by the bulky form of Ogawa,
stepping out into the aisle and making his way slowly down towards the
ring, Zeke Brackett behind him.]

DD: Mark Coleman and Akitoshi Ogawa have made a deal to work together
for this one night -- but is winning this match really more important to
them than beating the heck out of each other?

BS: I very much doubt it, Don -- particularly since I would personally
trust the word of Zeke Brackett about as far as I could comfortably
throw him.

[Brackett follows behind Ogawa, hurling insults at the fans on either
side of the aisle, who give as good as they get.  Ogawa slides into the
ring under the bottom rope and rises to his feet in the center of the
ring, turning slowly to all four sides and gazing coldly out into the
crowd as the lights in the arena rise once more and "Ride Or Die!" fades
out.  Coleman and Ogawa stand face to face in the middle of the ring,
and the fans cheer as the two men look coldly at one another.]

DD: You can almost *taste* the disdain that these two men have for one
another, Billy Shakespeare!

BS: This is certainly a tense moment -- will their temporary detente
hold?

[After a few more tense seconds, Coleman cracks a smile and backs away
from Ogawa, returning to bouncing against the ropes.  Ogawa himself
turns and faces towards the aisle, awaiting the arrival of their
opponents.]

SS: And introducing their opponents!

["I Stand Alone" by Godsmack kicks in over the PA to an even bigger pop
from the fans!]

SS: Introducing first, hailing from Jersey City, New Jersey, and
weighing in at 235lbs... here is VIIIIIIINNNY CAAAAAAAAARMAAAAZZZI!

[As red lights sweep over the arena, a single spotlight moves to the
head of the aisle, where the curtain is pushed aside, and out walks
Vinny Carmazzi, his body gleaming with beaded water from a quick
pre-match shower, as he steps out to face the fans.  His wet
dirty-blonde
hair is pushed back out of his face as he stands, hands on hips, at the
head of the aisle, in his simple ring attire of full-length black tights
with read teardrops down the legs.]

DD: And here is Vinny Carmazzi.  Like Coleman, he made an impressive
return from injury two weeks ago -- but whereas he worked effectively
*with* Coleman in that six-man main event last RAMPAGE, tonight he must
wrestle *against* him.

BS: I don't think that matters to Carmazzi, Don.  He's so motivated and
so determined, I think he'd wrestle anybody they put in front of him.

DD: Ironically it may well be that Carmazzi will get on rather better
with one of his opponents than he will with his partners here tonight,
Billy Shakespeare.

[Carmazzi makes his way down the aisle, accepting the outstretched hands
on the fans, but not really seeking out their adulation.  He walks down
the aisle and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope.  He eyes up
Ogawa cautiously.]

DD: Ogawa and Carmazzi are both submission specialists -- if these two
men lock it up tonight, that could be a very interesting mixture of
styles!

[Carmazzi moves past Ogawa, keeping an eye on him, to extend his hand to
Mark Coleman, who gladly accepts it, and the two men exchange a
handshake, to a big pop from the fans.]

DD: Vinny Carmazzi, as ever, the sportsman, letting Coleman know that he
has no hard feelings over the fact that they're on opposite sides of the
ring tonight.

BS: Coleman's a competitor, Don.  He'll expect Carmazzi to give no
quarter, and he'll do likewise.

[Carmazzi moves back to his own corner as Godsmack fades over the PA and
"Do The Evolution" by Pearl Jam kicks in in its place.]

SS: And introducing his partner, hailing from St. Catherine's, Ontario,
Canada, and weighing in at 275lbs, here is... OOOOOOOORIN "THE
LYYYYYYNX" LEBLAAAAAAAANC!

[Big pop from the fans as LeBlanc steps through the curtain, a
half-smile on his face.  He runs his hand through his sandy blond hair
and runs it down the rough two-day growth of stubble on his face, then
starts to make his way down the aisle, accepting the plaudits of the
fans on both side of the barriers.]

DD: While Vinny Carmazzi has suffered the physical anguish of being put
out of commission by their common enemy -- and, tonight, tag partner --
Nolan Dorado, Orin LeBlanc has suffered the amorous advances of Dorado's
valet, Jodee Burwick... and then the subsequent fall-out after he
spurned her.

BS: Including the ridiculous accusation two weeks ago that LeBlanc had
been taking photographs of her and the other women of RCW getting
changed, like a peeping tom.

DD: To his credit, LeBlanc has kept that fiery temper of his in check
when it comes to Burwick -- but that could be bad news for Nolan Dorado
here tonight... if he even turns up!

[LeBlanc rolls into the ring and nods to Carmazzi and Coleman, taking up
a position next to Vinny and looking suspiciously at Ogawa, who remains
completely still in the middle of the ring.  Pearl Jam fades from the PA
as Sy Simmons raises his microphone again.]

SS: And introducing their partner...

[The hip-hop beats of "What's Golden?" by Jurassic Five kick in over the
PA as a shower of golden sparks cascade down over the entrance way.  The
crowd gives a big heel pop!]

SS: ...accompanied to the ring by Jodee Burwick... hailing from Tacoma,
Washington, and weighing in at 236lbs... he is... "GOOOOOOOOLDEN
BOOOOOOY" NOOOOOOOLAN DORAAAAAADO!

[Through the cascade of sparks steps Nolan Dorado, trademark wraparound
shades covering his eyes as he flashes his megawatt smile and strikes a
double bicep pose in front of the pyro.  The fans immediately break into
a chant of "WALK-ING BOY! WALK-ING BOY!", which causes Dorado's smile to
twist into a scowl, and he starts to make his way down to the ring.]

DD: Well, Nolan Dorado *has* turned up for this match, Billy Shakespeare
-- but I wonder how long he'll stick it out, with two hostile partners
and two dangerous partners to deal with?

BS: If he *does* take a powder tonight, Don, it'll be his last
opportunity to do so -- in two weeks' time at Wild Summer Night, there
will be no escape from a steel cage.

DD: Absolutely, Billy.  And now here comes Jodee Burwick.

[As Dorado makes his way down the aisle and the golden sparks stop
dripping over the entranceway, Jodee Burwick totters out behind him,
wearing a gold crop top with a plunging neckline, a sparkling pendant
necklace nestling in her décolletage, her long blonde hair tumbling
around her shoulders.]

DD: She may look as sweet as sugar, but Jodee Burwick is a scheming
harpy, Billy Shakespeare.

BS: A very attractive harpy, Don, but I can't disagree with your
analysis.

[Dorado waits at the bottom of the aisle for Burwick to catch up with
him.  Jodee removes Dorado's golden cape, revealing his gold trunks with
"GOLDEN BOY" emblazoned across the pants.  Burwick folds his cape across
her arm as Dorado into the ring, again striking his double bicep pose
for the jeering fans.  All four men already in the ring look at Dorado
with something approaching loathing.]

DD: Nolan Dorado certainly has a thick skin, Billy Shakespeare, and it's
just as well!

[Dorado removes his wraparound sunglasses and pulls the elastic back
with one hand, pointing the shades first at LeBlanc... then at
Carmazzi... then at Ogawa... before finally *pinging* them at Mark
Coleman!  Heel pop!]

DD: Mark Coleman, to his credit, not rising to this childish taunt from
the Walking Boy.  It's time to get this match underway.

[Sy Simmons ducks out of the ring and official Jim Bright signals for
the bell.]

* DING! DING! DING! *

[Mark Coleman steps forwards, signalling that he wants to start the
match for his team.  Ogawa stares at Coleman for a moment, but Brackett
shouts something from the outside and Ogawa moves to the apron.  Across
the ring, LeBlanc motions that he wants to start the match for his team.
 Carmazzi reluctantly agrees, but Dorado seems only too happy to leave
the ring.  LeBlanc and Coleman circle each other in the middle of the
ring as the fans buzz in anticipation of these two big men locking up.]

DD: It'll be Orin LeBlanc and Mark Coleman to start things off here.

[LeBlanc and Coleman both extend their hands, and then meet in the
middle of the ring in a collar and elbow tie-up.  Coleman slips LeBlanc
into a headlock, but LeBlanc pushes Coleman away, and locks the
Tennessean into a rear waistlock.  LeBlanc hefts Coleman up and takes
him down to the mat, then spins around and applies a front facelock. 
Coleman forces himself to his feet, then pushes LeBlanc away, the big
Canadian running the ropes.  Coleman leaps over with a leapfrog, and
then both men wheel around, fists raised at each other.  They stop
short, and start circling one another as the fans applaud.]

BS: Coleman and LeBlanc showing that they're evenly-matched here.

DD: Good to see these fans appreciating some proper wrestling from these
two men.

[LeBlanc and Coleman lock up in the middle of the ring once again. 
LeBlanc puts Coleman in an armbar, but Coleman twists out, and goes for
a side suplex, but LeBlanc slips out and lands on his feet, then hits
Coleman with a clothesline!  Pop!  Coleman gets up, and ducks a second
clothesline attempt from LeBlanc, then lifts LeBlanc with a single-leg
takedown, and applies a side headlock on the canvas.  Pop!]

DD: LeBlanc and Coleman feeling each other out here, and... hold on a
second.

[The camera cuts to show Jodee Burwick bending over the broadcast table,
pulling a small packet out from a previously invisible pocket, and
handing it to Ditka, before blowing a kiss at Billy Shakespeare and
tottering away.]

DD: What's this?  It's... it's a packet of photographs.

BS: Presumably the photographs taken by that disposable cameras a couple
of weeks ago.

DD: Should be worth a look.  Let's see, here... holy smoke!

BS: Is that...?!

DD: It is... it's Jodee Burwick, in the shower.

BS: She's a fine figure of a woman, that's for sure.

DD: Especially for somebody of, uh, her age.

[In the ring, LeBlanc powers back to his feet and slips out of the
headlock.  Coleman sends him to the ropes, and the Tennessean ducks
down, telegraphing his intention to backdrop the Lynx to the mat, but
Orin is one step ahead, dropping Coleman to the mat with a swinging
neckbreaker!  Big pop!  LeBlanc immediately moves to his corner and tags
in Nolan Dorado... by slapping him around the face!  Big pop!]

DD: ...

BS: Look at this one, Don!

[Dorado is furious and steps into the ring, moving over to Coleman, who
is dragging himself to his feet.  Dorado attempts a standing dropkick on
Coleman, but the bigger man simply brushes Nolan aside, the Golden Boy
crashing to the mat.  Coleman pounces, dragging Dorado to his feet and
hoisting him up for a vertical suplex, holding him vertically for three
seconds... four... five... cameras flash all over the arena as Coleman
turns in the middle of the ring...]

DD: Does she have to bend that way to clean that bit, Billy Shakespeare?

BS: I'm speechless, Don.

[...and *down* with authority!  Coleman stays right on Dorado, dragging
him back to his feet and sending him into the ropes with a powerful
Irish whip.  But Dorado launches himself as he approaches the ropes,
leaping with cat-like agility up onto the middle of the top rope, then
flies backwards with a moonsault dropkick, catching Coleman right in the
face!  Big mixed pop!]

DD: ...

BS: ...

[Dorado comes back to his feet and moves over to his corner to make a
tag to either LeBlanc or Carmazzi, but both of them, as one, jump down
to the arena floor, frustrating the Golden Boy!  Dorado turns back into
the center of the ring... and is met by a big clothesline from an angry
Mark Coleman!  Pop!  On the outside, Jodee Burwick shrieks as Coleman
drags Dorado back to his feet by his ponytail, official Jim Bright
stepping in to warn Coleman, but the Tennessean pays no heed, hitting a
hangman's neckbreaker on the young Tacoma native!  Big pop!]

DD: I've already seen that one, Billy Shakespeare.

BS: It's worth looking at again, Don.

[Dorado pops back to his feet, and is immediately rocked by a series of
hard punches from Coleman.  Coleman drags Dorado into his own corner,
where Ogawa is waiting.  The two men stare at one another before Ogawa
raises one huge boot and places it on the turnbuckle.  Coleman grabs
Dorado's wrist, walks him to the center of the ring and gives him a hard
Irish whip, Dorado's face meeting Ogawa's boot with a sickening thud! 
Big pop!]

DD: And... hey!

[We see that a production assistant has come to ringside to take the
photographs away from the distracted Ditka and Shakespeare.  Meanwhile,
Coleman tags in his big Japanese partner.]

DD: Well, that was fun while it lasted, Billy Shakespeare.  However, we
have been a little remiss in our duties here in calling this match.

BS: I'll get those back later on.

DD: Here comes Akitoshi Ogawa, and Nolan Dorado could be in big trouble
here!

[Ogawa drags the stunned Dorado back to his feet and lights him up with
a series of palm strikes, leaving heavy handprints on Dorado's chest. 
Ogawa sends Dorado into the ropes, and then hits him hard with a
tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on the return!  Big mixed pop!  Ogawa brings
Dorado back to his feet and whips him into the corner -- but Dorado,
still remarkably nimble, runs up the buckles to the top, and without
looking behind him, launches himself with a moonsault from the top! 
Ogawa moves closer to the ropes as Dorado is in mid-air -- but the
Golden Boy manages to correct his trajectory, and lands on his feet
behind Ogawa!  Ogawa wheels around, and is met by a superkick, sweetly
to the jaw!  Mixed pop!]

DD: Dorado with a superkick -- and Ogawa is down!

[Dorado moves to his corner and tags in Carmazzi, who climbs into the
ring, and as soon as Dorado is back on the outside, tags Dorado right
back in again!  Big pop!]

DD: Carmazzi and LeBlanc are messing with Dorado here, Billy
Shakespeare!

[Dorado stands on the apron, unable to believe it.  Bright puts the
count on him, and tells him he has to get back into the ring.  Dorado
visibly sags for a moment, then climbs back between the ropes as
Carmazzi steps out again, wearing a smirk on his normally deadpan face. 
Meanwhile, Ogawa has got back to his feet, and he has a look of cold
fury on his face.  Ogawa charges at Dorado, who quickly rolls out of the
ring under the bottom rope.]

DD: Dorado now, trying to seek comfort in the warm embrace of his
valet...

BS: But here come LeBlanc and Carmazzi!  They don't want Dorado to get
counted out!

[Indeed, both LeBlanc and Carmazzi jump down from the apron and grab
hold of Dorado, making sure to roll him right back into the ring and
into the waiting grasp of Ogawa!]

DD: Poor old Nolan Dorado -- it's like being in a four-on-one lumberjack
match!

BS: You reap what you sow, Don.

[Ogawa sends Dorado into the corner with such tremendous force that
Dorado flips upside-down, and ends up hung out to dry in the Tree of
Woe!  Ogawa then charges after Dorado, hitting him with a knee to the
midsection!  Big mixed pop!  Official Jim Bright unhooks Dorado's legs,
and the Golden Boy slumps to the mat.  Jodee Burwick hops up onto the
apron and leans over the top rope, trying to distract the big Japanese
man.]

DD: I'm not sure Ogawa will be distracted by Jodee Burwick, Billy
Shakespeare.

BS: Perhaps if she were wrapped in barbed wire...

[Ogawa simply snarls at Burwick, but even these few seconds are long
enough for Dorado to roll out of the ring and to the relative safety of
the arena floor.  Zeke Brackett, annoyed, marches over to Burwick and
starts yelling at her.  Burwick drops down to the floor and looks
terrified as Brackett continues to threaten her.]

DD: Jodee Burwick could be in trouble here -- if Brackett is even one
tenth as dangerous as the man he manages...

BS: Here comes Orin LeBlanc!

[With Dorado recuperating on the other side of the ring, LeBlanc hops
down from the apron and goes to Burwick's aid.]

DD: LeBlanc may have his problems with Jodee Burwick -- but he doesn't
want to see a woman get hurt.

BS: Look out!

[As LeBlanc moves in to help Burwick, Ogawa slides from the ring, grabs
him from behind with a full nelson, and then slams him face-first to the
floor with a vicious sweep facebuster!  Big heel pop!]

DD: SHUNJI STREET SWEEPER!  SHUNJI STREET SWEEPER!

[Ogawa stands over LeBlanc, his chest heaving, before Brackett leads him
away.  Burwick nudges the prone LeBlanc with the tip of her expensive
high-heeled shoe, a smile on her face.]

DD: Despicable -- Jodee Burwick enjoys seeing LeBlanc get laid out here
by the ruthless Akitoshi Ogawa.

BS: That facebuster is one of the most vicious moves in Ogawa's
arsenal... and to be performed right on the arena floor, too.  LeBlanc
may be unable to play any further part in this match.

[Meanwhile, Dorado rolls back into the ring, and Ogawa brings him back
to his feet.  He nails Dorado in the sternum with a vicious palm strike
that leaves the Golden Boy gasping for breath.  Dorado crumples to the
mat, but is immediately dragged back to a vertical base by way of a
handful of hair.  Ogawa sends Dorado into the ropes, and attempts a
second tilt-a-whirl backbreaker -- but Dorado this time manages to spin
through it and flip to his feet!  Dorado leaps and with cat-like speed
hits the Japanese man with a spinning leg lariat, staggering Ogawa back
into a corner.  Big pop!]

DD: Dorado needs to make the tag!

[Dorado chooses discretion over valour, moving towards his own corner
and tagging in Carmazzi... by slapping *him* across the face!  Heel
pop!]

DD: It would be good to see a little more sportsmanship between these
three men tonight, Billy Shakespeare.

BS: Dream on, Don.

[Carmazzi steps through the ropes, and as Dorado leaves the ring,
Carmazzi gives him a little helping hand -- or rather, a little helping
boot, kicking Dorado in the seat of the trunks and toppling the "Golden
Boy" to the floor!  Big pop!  Carmazzi turns into the ring, a look of
total focus and determination now on his face as he looks across the
ring at Akitoshi Ogawa.]

DD: Here we go -- two submission specialists set to face off!

[The crowd cheers as Carmazzi and Ogawa charge at one another.  Carmazzi
hits Ogawa with a series of uppercuts, rocking the Japanese man back on
his heels, but Ogawa powers back with a stiff punch... and another...
and another... but as he goes for one big palm strike to knock Carmazzi
down to his feet, Carmazzi intercepts and grabs the Japanese warrior's
head, placing his own head under Ogawa's chin and dropping to the mat
with a jawbreaker.  Big pop!]

DD: Great jawbreaker from Carmazzi, and now Ogawa needs to make the tag!

[Ogawa rolls towards his own corner as Carmazzi lets him go, apparently
happy to allow his opponent to make the tag.  Ogawa tags in Coleman, who
gladly steps into the ring.  Coleman and Carmazzi circle one another as
both LeBlanc and Dorado resume their positions in their corner, both men
looking the worse for wear.]

DD: This match is poised, folks -- will Coleman and Ogawa triumph
against their three opponents?  We'll find out... when we come back!

[Fade to commercials.]




[Fade back from commercial to show Coleman with Carmazzi in a side
headlock.  Carmazzi pushes Coleman out and into the ropes, leapfrogs the
Tennessean, and then knocks him down with a clothesline.  Big pop!]

DD: Welcome back, folks!  During the break Coleman and Carmazzi have
been exchanging blows, both men going for their trademark submission
holds... to this point neither man has got the advantage -- but that may
be about to change!  Coleman's going for it!

[Coleman takes Carmazzi down to the canvas with a rear waistlock
takedown, then crosses his ankles, as if to surfboard them -- but he
then leans forwards and applies a crossface on Carmazzi.  Big pop!]

DD: TENNESSEE VALLEY LOCK!  TENNESSEE VALLEY LOCK!

BS: Carmazzi may be in trouble here -- this is an incapacitating hold,
and very difficult to counter once it's locked in!

[Big pop as LeBlanc enters the ring and delivers a stomp to the back of
Coleman's head, backing away from the two men in the ring with his hands
raised as Jim Bright remonstrates with the Canadian.  Coleman gets back
to his feet and turns to shout at LeBlanc, his arms outstretched -- and
that's all the invitation Carmazzi needs!  Huge, huge pop!]

DD: KIMURA ARMBAR!  KIMURA ARMBAR!

[Carmazzi takes Coleman down to the mat and locks in his vicious Kimura
Armbar as tight as possible, the fans in the arena rising to their feet
as the stakes in the match are raised!  Ogawa has seen enough, and now
he storms the ring, kicking away at Carmazzi and forcing him to break
the hold.  LeBlanc, who has not yet been ejected from the ring, now
pushes past Bright and charges at Ogawa, the two men brawling in the
middle of the ring as both Carmazzi and Coleman pick themselves up!]

DD: The official has lost control of this one, Billy Shakespeare!

BS: It was bound to happen sooner or later, Don!

[As Coleman and Carmazzi also slug it out, LeBlanc sends Ogawa to the
ropes.  On the return, he drops him throat-first on the middle rope with
a drop toe-hold.  The Lynx immediately chokes the big man, pressing his
foot on the back of Ogawa's head.  LeBlanc drags Ogawa back to his feet,
and the Japanese man swats away the Canadian's grapple, hitting him with
a brace of hard knees to the midsection, then locks in a dragon sleeper,
pulling the Canadian down to the canvas and immediately applying a body
scissors!  Big heel pop!]

DD: BLACKOUT!  BLACKOUT!

[Ogawa has LeBlanc in the Blackout -- and suddenly Nolan Dorado is on
the top rope... and then he's flying, somersaulting forwards... and
lands with a legdrop on both Ogawa and LeBlanc!  Big mixed pop!]

DD: GOLDEN GUILLOTINE!  GOLDEN GUILLOTINE!

BS: Dorado landing on both Ogawa and LeBlanc... this is insane, Don!

[Dorado rolls out of the ring, unsurprisingly hurt from his tough
landing, while LeBlanc and Ogawa are both laid out.  Meanwhile Carmazzi
and Coleman continue to slug it out, still the legal men.  Bright tries
to roll Ogawa and LeBlanc from the ring.  Carmazzi has Coleman up and
drops him down with a sidewalk slam.  On the outside, Ogawa *slams*
LeBlanc into the ringsteps, and climbs back to the apron at Brackett's
command, taking up his position in the corner again.  Dorado, meanwhile,
is helped to his feet by Burwick and clambers back to his own corner. 
Carmazzi covers Coleman, and Bright drops to make the cover...






1...








2...








...and Coleman gets a shoulder up!  Big pop!]

DD: The experienced Carmazzi and the rookie Coleman, going toe-to-toe
here, Billy Shakespeare!

[Carmazzi brings Coleman back to his feet and goes to whip Coleman into
the ropes, but the Tennessean reverses the attempt, and sends Carmazzi
for the ride.  Dorado stretches out his arm and makes contact with
Carmazzi as he hits the ropes.  Bright signals for the blind tag,
unbeknownst to Coleman!  Carmazzi ducks under an attempted clothesline
from the rookie, and then slides out of the ring under the bottom rope. 
Coleman wheels around -- and is met by a flying Dorado, who comes off
the top rope with a hurricanrana that takes Mark down to the canvas
hard!]

DD: Was that actual teamwork from Dorado and Carmazzi there?!

BS: Not intentionally, I suspect.  But this has been an explosive match
from start to finish.  These five men are giving their all out here
tonight!

[Dorado and Coleman are both slow to their feet.  Dorado takes a swing
at Coleman, who ducks underneath the swing, and takes the Golden Boy
down with a neckbreaker.  Coleman turns to his own corner, and makes the
tag to Ogawa!  Heel pop!]

DD: Coleman and Ogawa have worked together surprisingly well here
tonight, Billy Shakespeare!

BS: It seems they *do* want to win more than they want to beat the hell
out of each other.

[Ogawa charges into the ring and sends Dorado into the ropes.  On the
return, Ogawa lifts Dorado up with his trademark gorilla press, cameras
all over the arena flashing as the Japanese man holds the "Golden Boy"
up over his head!]

DD: What strength from Akitoshi Ogawa!  And down...

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

DD: ...but Dorado caught the official on the way down, and Jim Bright
may have been knocked out!

[Ogawa quickly applies the Blackout on Dorado, wrapping him up in the
dragon sleeper.  Carmazzi, determined not to lose the match, dashes into
the ring, attempting to pull the Japanese man off Dorado!]

DD: Carmazzi coming to the aid of Nolan Dorado?  Will wonders never
cease?!

BS: I'm not sure that Carmazzi wants to *help* Dorado, Don -- I think he
wants to make sure his team is victorious.  Or maybe he just wants to
make sure there's something of Dorado left for their match at Wild
Summer Night in two weeks!

[Meanwhile, LeBlanc has pulled himself together on the outside and has
grabbed a steel chair, determined to get his revenge on Ogawa for being
slammed into the ringsteps earlier on.  LeBlanc slides into the ring as
Carmazzi forces Ogawa to release the hold.  Big pop as the Japanese man
gets to his feet, squaring up to Carmazzi.  LeBlanc is behind Ogawa,
brandishing the chair... he swings... Brackett yells something...
and...]

* CLANG! *

[Big mixed pop!  LeBlanc drops the chair, staring at what he has done!]

DD: LEBLANC NAILED CARMAZZI!  CARMAZZI IS DOWN!

BS: Brackett warned Ogawa to duck, and LeBlanc inadvertently hit
Carmazzi with that steel chair!

[Carmazzi is seeing stars, flat on his back in the middle of the ring,
as LeBlanc again swings the chair at Ogawa -- and this time catches him
in the midsection, sending him tumbling through the ropes and to the
outside.  LeBlanc turns back to look at Carmazzi, to see if he's okay...
and eats a standing dropkick from the recovering Dorado, which sends
*him* tumbling through the ropes and to the outside!]

DD: This has completely broken down!  Dorado just nailed his own partner
-- and now he's going up to the top rope!

[Dorado bounds to the top turnbuckle, and then launches himself to the
outside with a flying cross body-block, taking out both Ogawa and
LeBlanc on the outside!  Huge pop!]

BS: Dorado just knows no fear, Don!  After the beating he's taken in
this match, he's still willing to put his body on the line!

DD: Incredible scenes here in the Garden -- and in the ring, Carmazzi is
down after that brutal chairshot, and the official is down too.  Ogawa
and Dorado are the legal men, but neither of them is even in the ring!

[Mark Coleman, the only man unscathed in all this, stands on the apron. 
He blinks -- and then he steps into the ring, moving to revive Jim
Bright before making the cover on Carmazzi to the cheers of the crowd! 
Bright, totally knocked for six, makes the count...








1...











2...













...and Carmazzi gets a shoulder up!  Big, big pop!]

DD: Carmazzi is still alive in there!  This is incredible!

[Coleman drags the woozy Carmazzi back to his feet, and places his head
between his legs.  He hooks him and hoists him up onto his shoulders in
a crucifix position... the fans immediately chant "SCB! SCB! SCB!"]

DD: Coleman has got him up!  He's got him up!

[But Carmazzi twists, somehow, twists and drops down behind Coleman,
hanging on to his arm, and trying to grab hold of his other hand... and
now the fans pop again!]

DD: Carmazzi holding on -- Carmazzi... going for the Kimura Armbar!

BS: But he can't get him down to the mat!  Carmazzi is still groggy
after that chairshot at the hands of LeBlanc!

DD: Coleman twists free... a kick to the midsection!

"SCB! SCB! SCB! SCB!"

[The fans go crazy as Coleman again applies a waistlock on the winded
Carmazzi, hoisting him up once again into the crucifix position... and
then he throws Carmazzi forwards, sitting down in the process, and
*spikes* Carmazzi's head into the canvas!  Big, big pop!]

DD: SOUTHERN CROSS BOMB!  COLEMAN GOT HIM!

[Coleman rolls onto Carmazzi and hooks the leg as Bright moves in to
make the count...









1...











2...















...3!  Huge, huge pop!]

DD: He got him!  He got him!  Controversy reigns here in the Rose Garden
tonight, as Mark Coleman pins Vinny Carmazzi after the Southern Cross
Bomb!

BS: *After* Carmazzi had been nailed in the head by his own tag team
partner, Orin LeBlanc, and not before Carmazzi nearly had Coleman in the
Kimura Armbar -- the result could have been very different, Don!

DD: It certainly could, Billy Shakespeare -- not to mention the fact
that neither Coleman nor Carmazzi were the legal man!  Nolan Dorado and
Akitoshi Ogawa were the legal men, and... boy, oh boy, what a match!

["Copperhead Road" blares over the PA as Bright raises Coleman's hand in
victory, the Tennessean exhausted but happy to have picked up the
pinfall.   Sy Simmons makes it official:]

SS: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, as a result of a pinfall... the
team of AAAAAKITOOOOOSHI OGAAAAAWA and MAAAAARK COOOOOOOLEMAAAN! 

[Coleman walks to his own corner, clutching at his ribs as the fans
continue to chant "SCB! SCB! SCB!"  As he looks into the crowd, he fails
to notice Zeke Brackett pulling something from under the ring and hand
it to Ogawa, who rolls into the ring behind the Tennessean.]

DD: Hang on -- Ogawa is up and in the ring, and Brackett just handed him
something.  Watch out, Mark!

[Ogawa lifts the object high, revealing a black police baton.  Ogawa
grips it tightly and turns to Coleman, who is still facing out towards
the fans, the front row fans frantically motioning for Coleman to turn
around.  Coleman, with a perplexed look on his face, turns around
sharply, only to be met with a hard blow to the ribs from the baton.  He
slumps to the ground, and Brackett enters the ring, microphone in hand.
He walks to the stunned Coleman and begins to taunt him.]

ZB: Congratulations!  We won, Mark!  What an awesome effort!  Everyone
give a hand to this incredible tag team force!

[Brackett smiles to the crowd, who boo him loudly, a few tossing cups
and popcorn containers into the ring.  Brackett turns back to Coleman,
who is struggling to his knees.  Brackett's trademark smug grin is gone,
replaced by a hateful, fiery tone.]

ZB: The games are over, Mark.

All.

Deals.

Off.

[Brackett spikes the microphone against Coleman's head, sending him back
to the mat as Brackett and Ogawa exit, the enraged fans pelting them
with whatever trash they can find.]

DD: My God.  My God, it's absolute carnage out here.  LeBlanc and Dorado
are pulling themselves back to their feet on the outside... Carmazzi and
Coleman are laid out in the ring... it's like a trainwreck out here,
Billy Shakespeare.

BS: All I can say is thank goodness LeBlanc, Carmazzi and Dorado will be
contained inside a steel cage at Wild Summer Night.

DD: Absolutely, Billy Shakespeare.  What controversy here in the Garden
tonight!  Folks, we have to take another short break -- we'll be right
back!

[As Jodee Burwick helps Nolan Dorado to his feet and Orin LeBlanc rolls
back into the ring to try and make things right with Vinny Carmazzi, we
fade to commercials.]




[Fade back from commercials to black-and-white video captioned, "ROSE
GARDEN SECURITY FOOTAGE", with timecode burned in, showing that this
footage was shot a few hours earlier.  Christian Right is standing with
his back to the camera, talking to a figure -- a man? -- who is obscured
by a wall.]

CR: Are you sure no one can see us?

FIGURE: [in a deep voice] Of course not -- I wouldn't choose a place
where people could see us.

CR: Thank you.  I can't believe I'm even doing this, so hypocritical.

FIGURE: You don't think you're already a hypocrite? You despise
wrestling but take in on the sport yourself.

CR: Alright, cut the crap -- let's get down to what I asked you here
for.  Herod and I are working on outsmarting that heathen David Cross,
but I can't risk failure.  I simply can't take on this much at one time.

FIGURE:: Don't tell me you're asking for my help... you, Christian
Right, are asking for help from ME?

CR: I know it seems weird but the good Lord, blessed be he, has just not
given me enough strength.  I need a boost, some spiritual steroid.

FIGURE: Steroids are illegal, you know.  I can't believe you're actually
going down this path -- I never would have expected it.

CR: Will you stop with the commentary and just do what I want?

FIGURE: You know, I always try to corrupt God's soldiers but I don't
think I've ever gotten to someone as devout as you.

CR: What did I say about cutting the commentary?

FIGURE: All right... so what exactly do you want?

[The footage cuts to static, and we cut back to Ditka and Shakespeare at
ringside.]

DD: Welcome back to RAMPAGE, folks.  Who do you suppose *that* was,
Billy Shakespeare?

BS: Somebody who corrupts Christians and offers them something they want
in exchange for something *he* wants...?

DD: Come off it, Billy Shakespeare.  Later on tonight, we'll see "The
Jersey Drifter" Liam Cassidy in action -- and we'll see what kind of
improvement he's showing after a week's hard labour with his new
trainer... the man sitting next to me here at this broadcast table.

BS: It's been an interesting week, to say the least, Don.  Let's take a
look at some footage.

[We cut to an empty building. There is a professional wrestling ring set
up in the middle of the big open space, surrounded by various sets of
weights, treadmills and other paraphernalia intended for working out.
Inside the ring, "The Jersey Drifter" is sitting up on the top rope in a
corner. He is shirtless, and just wearing a pair of brown slacks and his
black fedora hat. Both of his wrists are heavily taped up, and in his
left hand is a brown paper bag, with an unknown bottle inside. He takes
a quick swig of the drink.]

LC: Now where's he at?

[The sound of a squeaky door opening and shutting is heard, and Liam
turns his attention to what appears to be the direction of the dressing
room. Approaching the ring is RCW's color commentator, former IIWF
superstar and legend, "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare. He is accompanied
by two men, clad in blue tights. Neither one appears to be familiar nor
too important. As Billy rolls into the ring, he approaches wrestling's
one and only hobo.]

BS: Liam. Glad to see you made it.

LC: Hold on, lad.

[Liam climbs down from his perch on the ropes, and meets up with Billy
in the middle of the training ring. He glances down and catches Billy's
attire. Black tights with the masks of Comedy and Tragedy on the
kneecaps. He is wearing white gloves as well.]

LC: Nice duds.

[Amused, Billy smirks as he gives Liam the once over.]

BS: Amusing thing to hear from the guy wearing brown dress pants in a
wrestling ring. You ready to do this, Liam?

LC: Hell, yeah. Teach me how to wrassle. I'm all yours.

[Reaching out, Shakespeare slowly grabs at the bottle in Liam's hand and
pulls it away.]

BS: First of all, I think we shall be getting rid of this.

[Billy tosses the bottle to one of his protŽgŽs standing at ringside. By
the time he completes the throw and turns back to Liam, The Jersey
Drifter already has his silver flask out and is taking a quick sip of
the liquor inside.]

BS: What the...?! Give me that, too.

[He wrestles the flask out of the hands of the hobo. Billy once again
turns and hands the flask to his associate. And once again, as he turns
back to Liam, Cassidy is holding up yet another flask and grinning.]

BS: How many of those do you have?

LC: We could be here all night.

[Cassidy winks and takes a final swig before tossing his cherished flask
to a corner. Shakespeare sighs in the background.]

BS: All right, Liam. We both know why we're here. In just a few short
weeks, you're stepping into the ring with one of the world's top amateur
competitors. A man with a world-famous reputation for technical
superiority and excellence. Byron is someone whose knowledge of our fair
sport is unsurpassed. When it comes to a technical foundation, Byron
knows no equal. Do you understand that?

LC: Well, yeah, but I just wanna know what can I do to knock his arce
out. I don't need to out-wrassle him. So just show me what holds I gotta
slap on him before hitting him with the ol' one Đ two.

BS: Liam, there isn't enough time in the world for us to train you to be
evenly-matched with Byron, believe me. But if you don't get a sense of
the fundamentals for wrestling, you won't even stand a chance against
him. So that is what we are going to do today. I can't make you a great
wrestler, but I can mould you into an adequate one.

LC: That don't sound too promising.

BS: Let's begin...

[The screen cuts to a shot of Liam and Billy circling one another as
"Little Willy" by The Sweet starts. Billy is instructing Liam on how to
approach him and step into a lock up. He places his hand on the back of
Liam's greasy head. Shakespeare quickly recoils his hand and wipes it on
his tights as he grimaces at Liam. Cassidy shrugs it off as they go back
into a lock up...

...cut to a similar lockup. Billy is going in slow motion as he drops to
a knee and pops his hips, taking Cassidy up and over in an amateur
fireman's carry. Liam crashes hard on the mat and looks up at his
instructor as Billy continues the lesson...

...cut to Liam running the ropes and Billy dropping to the mat and
taking Liam down with a leg scissor takedown...

...next we see Liam grabbing Billy's arm and twisting underneath it and
wrenching on it. Billy quickly reverses it and pops Liam hard so that
The Drifter is sent tumbling to the mat...

...cut to Cassidy getting hiptossed half way across the ring and landing
in the corner. It looks like they are well into the lesson now as
evidenced by the pained and tired expression on Liam's face. He reaches
out for that flask, but Billy steps in and grabs hold of the Hackensack
native's wrist and drags him back into the center of the ring to
continue to the lesson...

...cut to Billy whom is applying a sleeper hold onto one of his
assistants. Liam nods and attempts to do the same to the other
assistant, but ends up just slapping on a very ugly chokehold on him.
Shakespeare has to break his sleeper and adjust Liam's arms so that he's
no longer performing the illegal choke...

...cut to Billy who is standing behind one of his wrestling assistants,
locking his arms around the waist.]

BS: ...so you put your arms around his waist like this, and pop your
hips back, then bridge back. It's called a German suplex.

[Billy arches back and the opponent gets sent through the air and
crashes on the mat. Billy immediately lets go and hops back to his
feet.]

BS: Now you try it.

LC: A'ight.

[Liam gets a little over-anxious and springs into motion, locking hard
onto the opponent. With one swift push-off, he bridges back... and damn
near kills the man, slamming him hard to the mat with the world's
ugliest German suplex. The opponent bounces off the mat hard.]

BS: Oooh--Liam. No. No. You need to protect the opponent on the way
down.

[Liam looks up Billy from the mat.]

LC: Come again lad? You want me to protect him?

BS: What I mean is... You see there is this code amongst wrestlers about
protecting them in the ring. You don't do things that would risk serious
injury to them, no matter what.

LC: Even Byron? After all he's done to me?

BS: Well... actually, good point.

[The two nod and grin. Cut to more training footage. Billy and Liam each
whip one of the opponents to the ropes and on the rebound, hit back body
drops, tossing them into the air...

...Liam scoops up an opponent and drops him to the mat. And we mean
literally drops him. Billy steps in and scoops up the other training
partner and shows Liam the proper way to release the opponent to the
mat...

...Cassidy is shown how to slip the opponent into a small package...

...cut to Liam taking down one of the men with a side-headlock takeover,
and wrenching on the neck on the mat. Shakespeare is nodding with
approval and tells Liam to tighten up on the lock...

...cut to Liam taking a breather and grabbing hold of his flask as he
rests on the ropes. Shakespeare approaches him on the side, yanks the
flask out of Cassidy's hands, and takes a swig of it for himself. The
two nod at one another and then turn to get back to it...

The music fades as we cut to Billy ascending to the very top rope,
facing away from the ring.]

BS: All right, Liam, are you watching?

LC: Yeah yeah, go about it.

[Cassidy leans against the ropes, unsure just what Billy is planning.
Liam takes a swig of his flask as Billy leaps off of the ropes,
performing a perfect backflip in mid-air, and crushing the opponent
underneath with his famed Curtain Call somersault backflip. Liam shoots
straight up and spits out his drink.]

LC: Damn, you nearly killed the lad!

[Billy quickly rolls off the un-named competitor and quickly leaps back
up to his feet.]

BS: See what I did there, Liam?

LC: Yeah I saw it, but you'd better lay off the hooch if ya expect me to
do a flippy like that.

BS: Liam, that was my move... My finisher. The grand finale. When I hit
that on people, they knew it was over. It wasn't just the move. It's the
expertise behind it. The reputation that backs it up. A solid finisher
is so much more than just finding a move you think you're good at. You
need a finishing maneuver.

[Liam grins and kisses his right fist.]

LC: Hell lad, that ain't no problem.

BS: Perhaps you should look into something a little more involved than
simply relying on your fisticuffs to win your battles...

[The music cues back up, and we see more shots of Liam and Billy in
action. By this time now, Liam appears to be hitting some decent moves
on the poor un-named opponents. First a scoop slam. Then an atomic drop.
A sleeper followed by a Boston Crab. We see a close up of Billy's face
as he instructs Liam.]

BS: That's it Liam. Hold him up thereÉ Cradle the leg, yeah yeah! Just
like that! Now! Drop to the mat!

[There is a LOUD crash as we hear the sound of the opponent being
planted to into the mat. The grin on Billy's face says it all.]

LC: Excellent, Liam. I think we found your finish... Byron won't see it
coming.

[Dissolve to Liam and Billy, sitting on the apron, each with a bottle of
beer. Both opponents lay in a heap in the ring behind them.]

LC: So you think I'm ready?

BS: Well... For what it's worth, I think you're about as ready as you'll
ever be.

LC: Good enough for me. You think Byron will be right pissed that you
spent this time with me, showing me the ropes as they say?

BS: Well, we'll see how effective it is when you're actually in the
ring. On Thursday, you've got a tag match against Dave Bryant and Ryan
Faith. I'll be sitting at ringside. Just do your best to remember what I
showed you today... Watch your wrist, because you don't want to
aggravate the injury further. Just do your best, and I'm sure you can do
it.

LC: Thanks Billy. Thanks for everything. A lot of guys in that locker
room don't really treat me like this, know what I mean? I appreciate it.
It means a lot to me.

BS: Well, just make me proud in that ring. I'm not expecting miracles,
but I want to see a side-headlock or two.

[Liam takes a big, final swig of his flask. He lets out a small belch
and grins.]

LC: I can't wait to see the look on Byron's face when I show him up in
that ring.

BS: Well, stranger things have happened. Good luck Liam.

[Liam nods to his newfound mentor. We fade out of the empty training
facility and back to Ditka and Shakespeare at ringside.  Shakespeare has
a big smile on his face.]

BS: He's got promise, Don.  He definitely has promise.

DD: Well, we're going to find out just how *much* promise later on in
the hour.  Right now, it's time for our next tag team match -- and
perhaps we'll find out who that mysterious gentleman is.  Christian
Right teams with "Your Hero" Danny Daniels to take on Madrock the
Irrepressible and "The Fallen Angel" David Cross.  Let's get back up to
the ring!

   ___  ______      __ 
  / _ \/ ___/ | /| / /  TAG-TEAM MATCH: 
 / , _/ /__ | |/ |/ /   Madrock the Irrepressible & David Cross vs.
/_/|_|\___/ |__/|__/    "Your Hero" Danny Daniels & Christian Right


[Sy Simmons is standing in the ring, with official Bobby Belshee behind
him in one corner.]

SS: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled
for one fall!  Introducing first...

# We'll be singing
# When we're winning
# We'll be singing...

** THOOM! **

[The sound from a deafening explosion stops Chumbawamba's track
"Tubthumpin'" short. A single thundering voice fills the Rose Garden
with a bellowing shout.]

"This... MEANS... WAAAAAAAAARRRGH!!"

[Madrock's war cry rings through the arena as Busta Rhymes's opus "This
Means War" (with Ozzy Osborne) plays through the load speakers. The Iron
Man remix continues to play as Madrock himself makes his roaring
appearance towards the crowd, raising both arms in the air and towards
the fans, oversized green wristbands acting as beacon's for the
stadium's spotlights.]

SS: ...making his way to the ring... from the Cockatoo Islands,
Australia... weighing in at 321lbs... He is the bane of Brisbane, the
monster from Almunster, the freak up Abbott's Peak!  MAAAADROOOCK THE
IRRRRRREPRESSIBLE!

[Madrock stomps his way into the aisle, a bandage still on his head,
pushing his wild hair back and out of his face.  His face is still
darkened with a boiling rage as he makes his way down to the ring.]

DD: Madrock the Irrepressible is still carrying the scars of his battle
with Akitoshi Ogawa two weeks ago on RAMPAGE -- that brutal chairshot
from the Japanese monster split Madrock open like a watermelon.

BS: But it didn't slow him down, Don.  Madrock is absolutely fueled by
rage at the moment.

DD: And that could be very bad news indeed for Danny Daniels at Wild
Summer Night in just over two weeks' time!

[Madrock stomps up the ringsteps, his boots clanging against the steel,
and steps into the ring, marching over towards Bobby Belshee and
towering over the diminutive referee.  Busta Rhymes fades from the PA as
Sy Simmons raises his microphone again.]

SS: Introducing his partner...

[Cue the weird start to "Back on Earth" by Ozzy Osbourne, and a face pop
from the fans.]

SS: ...hailing from Corry, Pennsylvania, and weighing in at 289lbs... he
is "THE FAAAAALLEN AAAAANGEL" DAAAAAAAVID CROOOOOOOOOOSS!

[As the lyrics to the song kick in, David Cross comes out to the
entranceway.] 

# I have fallen from grace and my ashes are scattered
# No longer of passion and flesh 
# My flame is alive though my wings have been shattered

# They laid my body to rest 

[Cross makes his way out into the aisle, his leather jacket open to the
waist, and his silver cross hanging around his neck.  He absent-mindedly
slaps the hands of a few fans as he makes his way down the aisle.]

DD: Here comes the man who earlier tonight learned that his match at
Wild Summer Night has become a handicap match, against Christian Right
and Nathan Herod -- thanks to the machinations of Mick Silvestri.

BS: Looking at David Cross, you wouldn't think he's worried, Don.  This
man has got to be 6'7", maybe 6'8", and he weighs in at nearly 300lbs. 
He's strong, he's powerful, and he's pretty agile for a man of his size.

DD: But he can't like the odds, Billy Shakespeare.  Two against one
won't be a walk in the park.

BS: True enough, Don.

[Cross slides into the ring and removes his leather jacket, passing it
to an attendant outside the ring, before placing his silver cross over
the ringpost.  He looks at Madrock with a quizzical look on his face.]

SS: And introducing their opponents...

["This Man" by Jeremy Camp kicks in over the PA to a big heel pop from
the crowd.]

SS: ...hailing from Greenville, North Carolina, and weighing in at
231lbs, here is... CHRRRRRRRRRRRISTIAN RRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIGHT!

[Christian Right steps out into the aisle, as usual wearing a smart suit
and with his Bible tucked under his right arm.  He appears to be
blessing -- or cursing? -- the fans on both sides of the aisle as he
slowly makes his way down towards the ring.]

DD: Here comes one half of the most peculiar tag team *I* can ever
recall seeing -- Christian Right.

BS: Christian Right may be out to lunch, Don, and that makes it easy to
underestimate him inside the squared circle.

DD: We saw several weeks ago how he was able to cope with the threat of
David Cross, a man six inches taller and 50lbs heavier than him -- but
it may be another matter coping with a man 100lbs heavier than he is.

[Right enters the ring and shouts at Cross and Madrock to get out of the
way.  Madrock stands, chest heaving, a wild look in his eyes, but he
doesn't charge -- yet!  Right hands his Bible to Bobby Belshee, who
looks bemused, and hands it off to an attendant outside the ring.  Right
then proceeds to take off his jacket, trousers, tie, and shirt,
revealing his normal wrestling attire of short black tights, black
boots, and black wrist tape.  "This Man" fades over the PA as Sy Simmons
goes to make his final introduction.]

SS: And his partner...

["Afternoon Delight" plays over the PA, to a mixed pop from the fans!]

SS: ...hailing from San Francisco, California... weighing in at
265lbs... here is... "YOOOOOOOUR HEEEEEEEERO" DAAAAAAAAAANNY
DAAAAAANIELS!

[A spotlight shines on the head of the aisle... but there is no sign of
Danny Daniels.]

DD: I am almost afraid to ask where Danny Daniels might be, Billy
Shakespeare.

BS: Admit it, Don, you miss him coming out here with a cordless mic.

DD: I most certainly do not!

[As the Starland Vocal Band's song continues to play, there continues to
be no sign of Danny Daniels -- and that's like a red rag to a bull... or
more precisely, a Madrock!  With an ear-splitting yell, Madrock charges
Christian Right, knocking him to the mat, as Cross shrugs and heads out
of the ring, and Belshee hurriedly signals for the bell.]

* DING! DING! DING! *

DD: Madrock angry!  Madrock smash!

BS: Quite, Don.  It looks like Madrock had his heart set on snapping
Danny Daniels's neck out here tonight, and now Christian Right may bear
the brunt of his frustration.

[Christian Right, blindsided by Madrock, is brought back to his feet,
and then tossed across the ring with a suplex.  Right picks himself back
up, crosses himself groggily... and is then knocked for six by a rugby
tackle from Madrock, who springs out of a three-point stance!  Pop! 
Right rolls to the ropes and grabs hold, but Madrock is having none of
it, stomping in and grabbing hold of Right's boots, lifting him, and
then yanking him away from the ropes, causing Right to lose his grip and
land painfully on the back of his head.  Madrock gives another yell, and
hits a jumping splash on Christian Right!  Big pop!]

DD: Madrock the Irrepressible once again demonstrating that the
combination of scary power and a bad temper can be a very dangerous one!

[Christian Right clutches at his ribs as Madrock gets back to his feet,
and the big man drags Right back to his feet.  His chest heaving, and
his rage perhaps subsiding a little, he picks Right up and slings him
over his shoulder with one arm, then moves to his corner and makes the
tag to David Cross.  As Belshee puts the count on Madrock and Cross,
Madrock performs a shoulderbreaker slam on Right before leaving the
ring.  Cross climbs through the ropes and immediately drops a leg on
Christian Right, then drags him back to his feet.]

DD: If Madrock and Cross are able to function as a team and Right is on
his own out here, I don't think the man from Greenville is going to last
very long -- hang on!

BS: Somebody's coming out from under the ring!

[Indeed, the ring apron on the side of the ring in front of the announce
table moves... and then out comes "Your Hero" Danny Daniels, to a pop
from the crowd.  He waves to Ditka and Shakespeare, a big grin on his
face, his wraparound shades present as ever... and the big plaster cast,
on his left arm.]

DD: Well, here's Danny Daniels.

BS: Has he been there all night?

DD: I'd expect Liam Cassidy perhaps to sleep under the ring, but Danny
Daniels?

BS: Don, you notice that Danny's cast seems to have switched arms since
we saw him last?

[Daniels hops up onto the ring apron in his team's corner, waves at
Madrock across the ring, and offers to tag in Right, who is being beaten
from pillar to post by David Cross.  Madrock is enraged, and clambers
into the ring, so determined to get to Daniels that he knocks Cross down
as the big man was preparing to hit Right with a lariat, allowing Cross
to latch onto the felled Cross with a rear chinlock, buying himself a
moment.  Meanwhile, Daniels hops down from the apron and waves up at
Madrock, as official Bobby Belshee runs the gauntlet of trying to force
the huge Australian back to his corner.]

DD: Madrock knocking down his own partner there, Billy Shakespeare, and
Cross will be, uh, cross about that.

[Belshee forces Madrock back to his own corner as Daniels hops back up
onto the apron, peeking out from under his wraparound shades with a big
grin on his face.  He again extends his hand to Right, offering him the
tag.  Holding onto Cross, Right wrings the big man's arm and moves to
his own corner, tagging in Daniels.  Daniels steps through the ropes and
drives his right elbow into Cross's cinched-up shoulder, and Right
returns to the apron to recuperate.  Madrock immediately begins yelling
at Cross for the tag.]

DD: Madrock is absolutely straining at the leash out there.  He wants to
get his hands on Daniels so badly he can practically taste it!

[Daniels sends Cross for the ride, and on the return lifts him up for a
big backdrop!  Big pop!  Cross rises again, and charges in towards
Daniels with a clothesline, but Daniels ducks underneath, and while
Belshee's view is obscured, drives his cast into the small of Cross's
back, knocking him down to his knees.  Mixed pop!]

DD: Daniels is using that cast as a weapon again, Billy Shakespeare --
has this man got no shame?

BS: Do you really need to ask that question, Don?

[Daniels bounces off the ropes behind Cross, then runs across the ring,
and hits a modified bulldog, lifting Cross up and then putting him down
head-first.  Daniels pops back up and goes over to Madrock's corner,
hitting him a good blow with his right fist, drawing a mixed pop from
the fans, before turning back to Cross.  Madrock, of course, immediately
tries to enter the ring, and Belshee is once more faced with the task of
trying to hold him back.  Daniels, meanwhile, drags Cross back to his
feet and backs him into his own corner, pushing his neck back with his
cast as he tags Right back in with his right hand, Right entering the
ring and driving his shoulder into Cross's midsection!  Daniels steps
out of the ring as Right hoists the big man up and drops him with a
sidewalk slam!]

BS: Danny Daniels and Christian Right are working pretty efficiently as
a team here, Don, and Madrock and Cross need to get on the same page,
and fast!

[Christian Right brings Cross back to his feet and goes for a vertical
suplex -- but Cross blocks, and fires back with a suplex of his own! 
Big pop from the fans!  Cross and Right crawl back to their feet, the
fans getting behind Cross.  Cross blocks a right-hand from Right, and
fires back with a big soupbone of his own.  Big pop!  Another soupbone! 
And another!  Right is reeling, backed into a neutral corner... and
Cross whips him out with tremendous force, Right smacking into the
opposite corner with force.  He staggers out, and is met by a crushing
lariat!  Big pop!]

DD: David Cross has bought himself the time he needs to make the tag --
and here he goes!

[Cross moves over to the corner, and shouts something at Madrock --
presumably remonstrating with him about their collision earlier in the
match -- and then turns his back on his partner, rather than making the
tag!  Mixed pop from the fans!]

DD: David Cross apparently prefers to go it alone here, and Madrock
doesn't look at all happy about it!

[Madrock paces around in the corner, his face red with fury, as Cross
moves over to Christian Right and brings him back to his feet.  Cross
puts Right's head between his legs, and then hoists him up onto his
shoulders!  The fans come to their feet!  Right, realising he's about to
be powerbombed to the canvas, strikes away at Cross's head with a number
of right hands, staggering the big man.  Cross topples backwards, and
Right lands with a modified splash on top of the Pennsylvania native! 
Heel pop!]

BS: Cross went for the Ashes to Ashes there, but too soon, and Christian
Right was able to counter.  Now Right needs to make the tag!

[Indeed, Right lunges for his own corner and tags in Daniels, just as
Cross finally decides to tag in Madrock and rolls towards his own
corner.  Daniels charges after him to try and prevent the tag, but stops
short as Cross does indeed manage to tag in the fiery Australian.  If we
could see Daniels's eyes behind his wraparound shades, surely they'd
have widened in terror!  And Daniels can't backpedal fast enough as
Madrock charges into the ring, rolling out of the ring!]

DD: Now the chase is on!  Daniels has taken off around the ring, and
Madrock just can't wait to get hold of him!

BS: Look at them go!

[Daniels rounds one corner of the ring, rolls in -- breaking Belshee's
count -- and dashes right over to Christian Right, tagging him in,
before rolling out of the ring on the other side and vaulting the crowd
barrier, the huge Australian in his wake.  David Cross extends a hand to
slap Madrock on the back as he bolts through the ring, and Belshee
signals for the tag there, too, before Madrock disappears from the ring
and out into the crowd, sending fans scattering.]

DD: Daniels and Madrock are out in the crowd -- and Madrock is gaining
on Danny!

[Daniels seems to be tiring as he climbs the stairs towards an exit in
the floor section, so he grabs a drink from a nearby fan, turns on his
heel, and lobs it at Madrock, the cup bouncing off the Australian's head
in a shower of icy liquid.  Madrock shakes it off and storms after
Daniels, and finally the two men collide, trading fists in front of an
exit door.  Madrock gets the upper hand -- and uses Daniels's head to
open the door and throw him into a lobby area!]

DD: Can we get a camera back there?  And perhaps a riot squad?!

[Meanwhile, in the ring, David Cross and Christian Right are squaring
off again, Cross sending Right for the ride into the corner.  Cross
chases him in, splashing him against the buckles, and then slings the
smaller man's arm over his shoulder, hoisting him up and sitting him on
the top turnbuckle.  Cross climbs up onto the second buckle, pulls Right
to his feet... and cameras flash all over the arena as the two men stand
precariously on the top buckle... and then... Huge pop!]

DD: SUPERPLEX!  SUPERPLEX!

BS: What a beautiful superplex from David Cross!

DD: Cross now, making the cover on Christian Right!

[Belshee drops to make the cover...







1...









2...









...and Right gets a shoulder up!  Disappointed pop!  Cross brings Right
back to his feet and grabs him by the throat!  Another big pop!  Right's
eyes bulge out of his head as he contemplates his fate!]

DD: Cross has him up, and... CHOKESLAM!

[Big pop as Cross *drives* Right down to the canvas with a big
chokeslam, and again goes for the cover... but as Belshee drops to make
the count, there's a big heel pop from the crowd!]

BS: It's Nathan Herod!

[Indeed, sprinting down the aisle comes the figure of Nathan Herod, who
arrives at ringside just as Belshee is about to bring his hand down to
count the pinfall for Cross... and Belshee finds himself pulled out of
the ring by the foot!  Big heel pop as Herod rolls into the ring and
stomps away at the back of Cross's head!]

DD: Nathan Herod has no business being out here!

BS: He's come out here to the aid of the man with whom he will be
partnered at Wild Summer Night -- and just in the nick of time!

[The crowd jeers as Herod brings the stunned Cross to his feet and rocks
him back on his heels with a series of knife-edge chops, backing him
into the ropes.  He sends Cross for the ride across the ring, and then
knocks him hard to the mat with a spinning clothesline!  Heel pop! 
Herod drags Cross to his feet and slings his arm over his shoulder, then
hoists him up into position for a fisherman's suplex...]

DD: Here it comes!

[...then at the apex, Herod snaps Cross around, *driving* him down into
the mat with a DDT!  Big heel pop!]

DD: HDD!  HDD!  And David Cross may be out!

[Four blue-shirted security staff dash down the aisle and slide into the
ring to hold Herod back from attacking Cross any further.  The fans are
vocal in their displeasure, but Herod simply stands there, a smirk on
his face, and allows himself to be escorted out of the ring by security,
while Belshee rolls back into the ring to check on David Cross.]

BS: Every time I see the Herod Dynasty Devastator, Don, it seems even
more devastating than the last.

DD: It certainly lives up to its name, Billy Shakespeare, and this match
has ended in all sorts of chaos here.  I guess the official decision is
that the team of David Cross and Madrock the Irrepressible are the
winners by disqualification -- but Cross is laid out in the ring and
Madrock is presumably halfway to Anchorage in pursuit of Danny Daniels
by now.

BS: David Cross will be determined to get his revenge on Herod and Right
at Wild Summer Night after this, Don.

DD: He certainly will, Billy -- hang on, I understand we have a camera
backstage now!

[Cut to a handheld shot of the lobby area beyond the floor seating at
the Rose Garden.  Some fans are milling around near concession stands as
the camera forces its way through -- to show that Madrock the
Irrepressible and Danny Daniels are still brawling their way around the
arena!]

DD: Event security may be stretched tonight, but they need to get up
here as quickly as possible before any of these fans get hurt!

[Madrock charges Daniels and knocks him over a row of seats in the
middle of the lobby area, Daniels tumbling backwards and hitting the
floor hard.  Madrock leaps up onto the chairs, and goes to jump on
Daniels, but "Your Hero" sticks his legs up, catching Madrock under the
chin.  The big Australian is staggered, and Daniels rolls to his knees,
bringing his plastercast-adorned left arm up between the big man's legs,
doubling him over, then *cracking* him over the head with it.  A nearby
fan is wearing a "Grinning Wallaby" bandana, and Daniels snatches it
from the fan, mimes blowing his nose on it, and then rubs it in
Madrock's face!  The nearby fans give a decidedly mixed reaction!]

DD: That's disgusting!

[Daniels continues to rub the bandana in Madrock's face, even going so
far as to try and stuff it into the big man's mouth.  Daniels's face is
twisted into a sneer, something we've not seen before.  He drags Madrock
to his feet and whirls him around, ramming him head-first into a wall! 
Madrock slumps to the ground.  In the distance, we can see blue-shirted
security staff emerging from a door at the end of the concourse. 
Daniels climbs up onto a nearby concession stand, and gives a thumbs up
to the assembled fans... then twists his thumbs downwards, and launches
himself off the stand onto Madrock with a diving headbutt!]

DD: TOODLES~!  TOODLES~!

BS: My God, Don!  Daniels just performed a diving headbutt onto the
concrete floor of that concourse!

DD: Both men are motionless, Billy Shakespeare!  And here, at last, come
security!

BS: Unbelievable, Don.  Unbelievable.

[The security guards surround Madrock and Daniels, who -- for now, at
least -- lie motionless on the concrete floor out in the arena
concourse.  One of the men radios for a team of EMTs.]

DD: Folks, we don't want to see anybody get injured here, and this
rivalry between Daniels and Madrock has certainly gone too far.  The RCW
President won't take kindly to this, that's for certain.  We have to
take a break, and when we come back...

[A graphic flashes onto the screen, showing "The Jersey Drifter" Liam
Cassidy and Derek Rage on one side, and Dave Bryant and Ryan Faith on
the other.]

DD: ...another tremendous tag team match, and we will be joined at
ringside for commentary by none other than the legendary Lord Byron. 
Don't go away!

[Fade to commercials.]




[Fade back from commercials to Don Ditka and Billy Shakespeare at the
ringside announce table.]

DD: Welcome back to RAMPAGE, folks!  Before the break a match featuring
Madrock the Irrepressible and "Your Hero" Danny Daniels spilled out into
a wild brawl out in the Rose Garden concourse, and ended when Danny
Daniels performed his Toodles~! diving headbutt onto Madrock. 
Amazingly, it doesn't look as if either man is seriously injured, but
both have been removed from the arena tonight, and taken to *separate*
local medical facilities for a proper assessment.

BS: I'm not sure the squared circle is going to contain these two men at
Wild Summer Night, Don.

DD: I think you could be right, Billy Shakespeare.  Folks, I understand
that we'll be hearing from the RCW President himself later on tonight
with his reaction to the events of this evening's show, after this next
match, which pits...

# DONT HOLD BACK!

[Ditka is neatly cut off in his comments by the music blasting out of
the arena's PA system -- and the Rose Garden crowd is united in an
incredible heel pop as an all too familiar figure strolls out at the top
of the aisle...]

BS: As the Bard himself might say: "Oh, goodie."

[Dressed in a white silk shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, a dark grey
suit jacket and trousers, his hair tied tightly back into its usual neat
ponytail, and carrying his signature brass topped cane...]

DD: Lord Byron.  The British Blueblood isn't scheduled for action
tonight -- some cock and bull story about commitments with the British
Olympic Committee -- but it looks like the opportunity to see your man
in action was too much of a temptation, Billy.

BS: I'm going to have to refer you to my previous comment, Don...

# I climbed to the mountaintops, looked down on the masses and I
# Don't hold back
# As I stand above you all, I see the hate in your faces so I
# Don't hold back

[Byron quickly makes his way to ringside, sneering contemptuously at the
jeering ringside fans, shrugging away from their outstretched arms.  He
walks around the ring -- straight towards the announcer's table...]

DD: Here he comes!

BS: And I was having such a good night, as well..

[Byron's music fades as he takes up a seat alongside Don Ditka --
leaving the host sitting uncomfortably between the two IIWF alumni. 
Shakespeare glares at Byron as the aristocrat puts his feet up on the
desk, picking up a spare headset...]

B: Ah.  Good evening Mr. Ditka... Billy.

BS: Byron.

DD: Byron, a pleasure to have you out here, I'm sure, but you weren't
originally scheduled to be here tonight, hence not being booked in a
match.  Why come here tonight to do commentary?

B: I changed my plans, Don -- after your broadcast colleague here
decided to stick his unwanted nose into my business, I thought I'd come
out and see first hand just what the "Billy Shakespeare School of
Wrestling" has managed to achieve.  I'm curious, Billy -- just what do
you think you can accomplish with three -- excuse me -- two weeks left
until Wild Summer Night?  Do you really think you can teach Cassidy what
it takes to go toe-to-toe with me in my back yard?

BS: Let's find out, shall we?  Sit back and pay attention, Byron -- you
may just learn something yourself.

B: Now that I doubt VERY much.

DD: Gentlemen, please.  Let's get up to the ring for the introductions. 

   ___  ______      __ 
  / _ \/ ___/ | /| / /  TAG-TEAM MATCH:
 / , _/ /__ | |/ |/ /   Derek Rage & "The Jersey Drifter" Liam Cassidy
/_/|_|\___/ |__/|__/    vs. Dave Bryant & Ryan Faith


[Sy Simmons takes up his position in center-ring as official Pat
Nickrick rolls into the squared circle behind him.]

SS: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team match is scheduled for
one fall...

[Big pop as the lights in the arena drop and the hard beat of Public
Enemy's "Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos" blasts out over the PA.]

SS: ...accompanied to the ring by Pizzazz... hailing from Halifax, Nova
Scotia, Canada, and weighing in at 325lbs... here is... DEEEEEEEEREK
RAAAAAAAAAGE!

[As a spotlight picks out the head of the aisle, the statuesque figure
of Pizzazz steps out into the glare of the lights.  The 6' beauty
pauses, smiling at the crowd and flirting with her striking green eyes. 
And then comes Derek Rage, cloaked in a boxer's robes, the hood pulled
down over his head.]

DD: Derek Rage, one of the most decorated tag team wrestlers of the past
decade, now striking out to prove himself as a singles competitor.

B: He's not proved anything to *me* yet.

BS: And what exactly would that take, Byron?  How exactly does somebody
go about getting your respect?

B: That's something you'll *never* have, Billy.

[Rage and Pizzazz make their way down to the ring.  Rage steps up onto
the apron, then steps over the top rope, while Pizzazz alights between
them.  Pizzazz removes his robe, revealing his lean but muscled body...
all 7'2" of it.]

SS: And his partner...

["Hobo Blues" by Jack Johnson resonates over the PA to another big pop
from the crowd, with a particularly raucous pop from the Hobo Section!]

SS: ...hailing from Hackensack, New Jersey, and weighing in at 237lbs,
he is... "THE JEEEEEERSEY DRRRIIIIFTER"... LIIIIIIIAM CAAAAAAAASSIDY!

[Big pop as the first hobo of wrestling steps through the curtains,
wearing his tattered coat, trademark trilby, and a bandage on his right
hand.]

DD: New entrance music here tonight for Liam Cassidy, Billy Shakespeare!

BS: Very fitting, Don.  Come on, Liam!

B: [mocking] "Come on, Liam!"  *Very* inspirational, Billy.

[Cassidy has a smile on his face as he makes his way down the aisle.  He
pays particular attention to the fragrant fanatics in the Hobo Section,
then stops at the foot of the aisle, as always, rolling his trilby hat
down his arm -- big pop! -- and placing it carefully on the floor,
emptying his pockets into the hat, and removing his coat, which he folds
equally carefully.]

BS: What do you think of the new wifebeater, Don?

DD: I like it.  What do *you* think of it, Byron?

[Cassidy turns to the camera and points to his surprisingly-clean
wifebeater: which we soon see is emblazoned with the text "JUST ONE
SECOND!"]

B: I think "just one second" is about the time remaining in Mr.
Cassidy's fifteen minutes of fame.  Once he steps into the ring with me
at Wild Summer Night... that's it.  Game over.

[Cassidy picks up his bundle of clothes and hands it to a front-row fan
from the Hobo Section for safekeeping.  He checks the bandages on his
right hand and wrist, and rolls into the ring.]

DD: Billy, I notice Liam's hand is still heavily bandaged.

BS: Yes, Don.  The cast came off nearly a week ago, and we've been in
the gym and in the practice ring every day since.  It's getting stronger
and stronger every day.

B: Oh, is it, *Doctor* Shakespeare!  I broke that hand for fun, and I
can break it again, any time.

BS: I wouldn't be so sure, Byron.

[Cassidy moves to the side of the ring above the announce position and
takes great pleasure in flipping the bird at Byron, who fumes at the
broadcast table.]

BS: You're still number one in Liam's eyes, Byron.

B: Keep your opinions to yourself, Shakespeare.

DD: Please, gentlemen, let's try to remain civil out here.

["Hobo Blues" fades over the PA to be replaced by "Physical (You're So)"
by Nine Inch Nails.  Big heel pop!]

DD: And their opponents... accompanied to the ring by Glory and Dinah...
weighing in at a combined weight of 440lbs... here are RYYYYYAN
FAAAAAAITH and DAAAAAAAAVE BRRRRRRRYYAAAAANNNT!

[Big heel pop as the fearsome foursome emerge at the head of the aisle. 
Glory and Dinah hold the curtains open to allow their men to stride
through and into the aisle.  Bryant and Faith stand with their arms
outstretched, welcoming Glory and Dinah respectively to their sides.]

DD: Bryant and Faith are the picture of confidence here tonight -- and
with good reason.  They've shown that they make an impressive team.

BS: With Bryant's veteran experience and Faith's unerring self-belief,
they're a force to be reckoned with.

B: Bryant, I'll grant, is a former world champion of some standing --
but Faith, despite his go-getting attitude, is yet to prove himself
anything other than a flash in the pan.

[Bryant and Faith make their way down to the ring.  The older Bryant is
more reserved, while Faith jaws with the fans on both sides of the ring.
 As they reach the foot of the aisle, Glory and Dinah step away, and
Bryant and Faith look up at Rage and Cassidy in the ring.  Then they
look at each other, and with the slightest of nods, they both dash
forwards, sliding into the ring, and are both immediately brawling with
both Rage and Cassidy!  Nickrick hurriedly signals for the bell!]

* DING! DING! DING! *

[Rage and Cassidy are rocked back on their heels, as Bryant barrels into
Rage and Faith into Cassidy.  Cassidy and Faith tumble from the ring as
Rage and Bryant get into it in the middle of the ring, trading blows
back and forth, Bryant chopping away at Rage's chest, Rage striking back
with blows to Bryant's head!  The fans are on their feet as the two men
battle for the upper hand in the middle of the ring!  Bryant drives a
shoulder into the midsection of the big man, then rocks him with an
uppercut.  Heel pop!]

DD: Dave Bryant reaching up with a big uppercut, staggering the
Intelligent Thug -- and here comes Liam Cassidy again!

[Cassidy rolls back into the ring and barrels into Bryant, knocking him
down.  Nickrick motions for Cassidy to leave the ring, and Cassidy looks
at him, confused.]

DD: Liam Cassidy hasn't ever wrestled in a tag team match before -- and
I have a feeling he's not too familiar with the rules.

B: This is a *wonderful* advertisement for the quality of your training,
Billy.

BS: At least he's in there competing, Byron.  Why aren't *you* in the
ring tonight?

B: No need to show anybody *else* in this two-bit promotion up before
the (*cough*) big pay-per-view, now, is there?

[Cassidy leaves the ring, still looking confused, as Rage brings Bryant
back to his feet and applies an armwringer.  Faith moves round the ring
and takes up his position in his team's corner.]

B: You know, Billy, I'm really not surprised to find you here: the
announcer's table, perennial favourite of the retired -- and failed --
wrestler.

BS: I'll tell you something, Byron: I may be retired now, but when I was
in the ring I gave it everything I had, week in, week out, right until
the very end.  I wasn't the one who upped sticks and left when the going
got tough.

B: No, Billy, you're absolutely right.  When the going got tough, *you*
were too busy either lying flat on your back or tapping out.

DD: That's enough, Byron.

[Rage sends Bryant into the ropes, and then drops him with a big
backdrop on the return!  Again, Liam Cassidy dives into the ring and
starts stomping away at Bryant, and again, Nickrick has to force him
back out of the ring.]

B: Not exactly a quick learner, is he?  So far, Billy, I have to say
that I'm distinctly unimpressed.

BS: You know what Byron -- maybe I can't teach Cassidy to go toe-to-toe
with you as a wrestler, but I can ground him in the basics, and I can
teach him a trick or two.

B: There's nothing you can teach him that I don't already know,
Shakespeare.

BS: Keep thinking that way, Byron, and you'll be playing right into our
hands.  You underestimated Cassidy once and he hit you with a right hook
that could knock out a horse.  Underestimate him again and you may just
find history repeating itself.

[Rage brings Bryant back to his feet and once again applies an
armwringer, then moves over to the corner where Cassidy is standing, and
holds out his outstretched hand.  Cassidy looks at the hand, then up at
Rage, a quizzical look on his face.]

DD: Oh my... Liam Cassidy really doesn't seem to understand the concept
of a tag team match at all.

BS: Come on, Liam, we went over this!

B: Ha!  The man has a brain like a sieve.

[As Cassidy asks Rage what's going on, Bryant flips out of the
armwringer, wriggles free, and hits an impressive standing dropkick to
Rage's back, sending him into the buckles, and knocking Cassidy down to
the arena floor!  Heel pop!]

DD: The veteran Bryant now, able to capitalise on the miscommunication
between Rage and Cassidy.

[Rage staggers back into the ring, and is met by a jumping inverted DDT
from Bryant, *slamming* the back of his head to the mat!  Heel pop! 
Bryant immediately stomps away at the legs of the big man.]

BS: Bryant is wise to focus on the legs of a man the size of Derek Rage
-- he has to keep him grounded.

B: My, what a tactical genius you really are, Billy.  I can see that I
*have* been underestimating you!

DD: Gentlemen, please -- there's a match going on here.

[Cassidy picks himself back up from the arena floor and again tries to
charge the ring, forcing the official to once again step between Cassidy
and Bryant.  Bryant, meanwhile, lays Rage's leg across the bottom rope,
jumps up, and brings his boot down hard on the big man's knee!  Heel
pop!  On the outside, Glory claps her hands, and Bryant gives a smirk as
he stumps the knee with his boot and twists for all he's worth.  Rage
reaches out and is able to grab hold of the ropes -- and as Nickrick
turns, he puts the count on Bryant and forces him to release the hold.]

DD: Derek Rage needs to get back to his feet here, Billy Shakespeare.

[Bryant twists Rage around in the ring by his right leg, pulling him
further away from the ropes across the diagonal of the ring, and then
goes to apply a figure four leglock.  As Bryant applies the spinning toe
hold that is the precursor to the figure four, Rage kicks out with his
other leg, propelling Bryant forwards -- and right between the middle
and top turnbuckles, his shoulder colliding hard with the ringpost!  Big
pop!]

BS: This is the opportunity Rage needs to make the tag!

[Rage pulls himself to his feet, shaking the kinks out of his sore right
leg, but rather than make the tag, he goes over to Bryant, pulling the
Las Vegas native out from his uncomfortable landing spot between the
buckles, and hoists him up to sit on the top turnbuckle.  The crowd
begins to buzz with anticipation, and on the outside, Glory slaps the
mat, a worried look on her face.  Rage climbs to the first turnbuckle...
then the second...]

DD: Is Derek Rage going to try a superplex on Bryant?

BS: If he does, that would be the biggest superplex I've ever seen!

[As Rage tries to lift Bryant up, Bryant jabs a thumb into Rage's eye,
then unloads with a big right-hand, sending Rage crashing backwards to
the mat.  Quick as a flash, Bryant leaps from the top to follow the big
man, dropping an elbow across him!  Heel pop!]

DD: Bryant able to counter, and it's just as well he did.  That could
have been game over for the man from Las Vegas!

[Bryant grabs Rage by the leg once again and drags him towards his own
corner, where he tags in Ryan Faith.  As Nickrick claps his hands to
signal the tag, Liam Cassidy takes this as an invitation to enter the
ring himself, only to be met yet again by the match official blocking
his way.  Bryant and Faith take full advantage, the two men stomping
away at both of Rage's legs as Nickrick's back is turned, to the dismay
of the near-capacity crowd!]

DD: Pat Nickrick is introducing Liam Cassidy to the concept of the tag
rope on the turnbuckle here, but meanwhile Derek Rage is getting taken
apart!

[Cassidy grabs hold of the tag rope, gives it a yank to detach it from
the turnbuckle, and with the rope in hand, Liam again dives into the
ring and charges down Ryan Faith, hitting him with an ugly tackle that
most resembles a Lou Thesz press!  Big pop!  Nickrick again has to force
Cassidy back to his own corner, Cassidy protesting that he had the rope
in his hand this time.]

DD: Poor Liam.  The rules of wrestling don't come easy to him.

B: The only thing coming easy to Liam Cassidy is a humiliating defeat at
my hands in two weeks' time.

BS: You're confident tonight, Byron, but just you wait.

[Cassidy is becoming exasperated, but is forced back to his corner by
the official yet again.  He takes up his position on the apron and
waits.  Bryant exits the ring while both Faith and Rage pick themselves
up.  Faith fires away at Rage's legs with a series of stiff kicks,
backing Rage into the ropes, and then sends him for the ride, himself
bouncing off the opposite side of the ring, and felling the big man with
a clothesline.  Faith then nails a standing moonsault on the Intelligent
Thug, to a big heel pop from the fans!]

DD: Beautiful standing moonsault from this impressive young lion!

[Faith goes to the ropes again and goes to drop a leg on Rage -- but
Derek dodges out of the way!  Big pop!  Faith jars his spine and Rage
pulls himself back to his feet, the fans now getting behind him!  Rage
moves towards his corner to make the tag, and suddenly Byron is on his
feet!]

B: [shouting] Hey, Cassidy!  Over here, you moron!

[Cassidy bites, turning and going to move from his corner, a dark look
on his face -- but then Billy Shakespeare pulls Byron back down into his
seat and yells at Cassidy himself.]

BS: [shouting] Not now, Liam!  Think about the match!

[Cassidy nods to Shakespeare, turns back towards his corner, grabs the
tag rope -- and is met by a big slap from Derek Rage!  Big pop! 
Cassidy, confused, reflexively puts up both fists -- but then decides
against striking his partner, and ducks into the ring.  He looks
cautiously at Nickrick, but the official makes no move to eject him, and
a smile tugs at the edges of his mouth as he looks towards Faith, who
has picked himself up.  The fans in the arena, led on by the
enthusiastic Hobo Section, are chanting once more...]

"JUST ONE SEC-OND! JUST ONE SEC-OND!"

BS: You know, Byron, seeing Cassidy and Derek Rage working together like
that, it reminds me: this isn't the first time you've had trouble with a
member of the "lower classes," is it?

B: Meaning?

BS: Meaning I seem to recall a certain "Unique" someone you
underestimated... ring any bells?

[Silence from the aristocrat, as Cassidy and Faith circle each other in
the ring, the cocky Faith shouting insults at the Jersey Drifter.]

BS: What's the matter, Byron?  Cat got your tongue?

B: Actually, I was just thinking what an inspired piece of broadcast
journalism that was.  Maybe you've found your true calling...

[There is a pregnant pause in the commentary, as Faith and Cassidy lock
up in the middle of the ring.]

B: ...you certainly never found it in the ring.

BS: That's it, Don, he's had it---

DD: Whoa, Billy!  Sit down!  Easy!

B: Any time, Blacklight.  Any time you want.  I'll be waiting.

DD: While you two are sparring out here, look at Liam Cassidy in there:
that's actually a pretty nice collar-and-elbow tie-up!

[Faith slips out sideways and grabs Cassidy's right arm, twisting it
around painfully.  Cassidy reverses the hold, twisting in the opposite
direction, and then jams a thumb in Faith's eye!  Big pop!]

BS: ...Well, it's a start.

[Faith staggers backwards as Cassidy shakes out the kinks in his
bandaged right hand.  Faith charges at him -- and he pulls out a
hiptoss!  Big pop!]

DD: Hiptoss from Liam Cassidy!

B: And an *ugly* one, at that.

[Faith pops right back up, shocked to have had a wrestling hold executed
against him by Cassidy, and is even more shocked to find himself taken
right back down to the mat by a swinging neckbreaker!  Big, big pop!]

BS: That's more like it, Liam!

DD: Billy Shakespeare, you've definitely been drilling some fundamentals
into this young man!

BS: I told you I was happy with his progress, Don!

[Faith gets back up to his feet and turns on Cassidy again.  Liam
instinctively raises his right fist and goes to throw a punch -- but
thinks better of it, given the bandaged state of his hand, and instead
drops Faith with a headbutt!  Big pop!  Faith rolls to his knees as
Cassidy moves in once more, and Faith takes a shortcut, bringing his
forearm up sharply between the Jersey Drifter's legs, bending him
double.  Faith leaps up and quickly applies a snap DDT, taking Cassidy
down to the mat!]

B: Hmm.  Impressive.  Did you teach him that as well, Billy?  That
landing had your signature all over it.

DD: Don't rise to it, Billy.

BS: Don't worry, Don.  The fop here will be having enough crash landings
of his own at Wild Summer Night.

B: I wouldn't count on it, if I were you.  Cassidy will become very
familiar with that position in two weeks' time.

DD: Faith now, with the cover!

[Faith makes the cover, and Nickrick makes the count...





1...





2...





...and Rage makes the save, stomping away at the back of Ryan Faith! 
Big pop!  Nickrick immediately moves to force Rage out of the ring, and
Faith drags Cassidy over to his corner, where Bryant grabs him around
the neck while Faith unloads on the Drifter with a series of kicks! 
Heel pop!]

DD: Cassidy is trapped in the corner, being double-teamed by Faith and
Bryant!

BS: Much as it pains me to say it, Faith and Bryant are an impressive
tag team, and work well together!

B: Which is certainly more than we can say for Messrs Rage and Cassidy,
isn't it?

[Rage has seen enough, and forces his way past Nickrick into the ring. 
This brings Bryant into the ring, and now all four men are in the
squared circle!  The crowd is on its feet as Rage and Faith slug it out,
and as Cassidy is taken down by Bryant!]

DD: The official has lost control in this one!

[Rage attempts to whip Faith into one of the corners of the ring, but
Faith reverses, and sends Rage for the ride into the opposite corner --
where he collides at speed with official Pat Nickrick, knocking him down
to the canvas!  Big pop!]

DD: And now Pat Nickrick has been knocked down!  This match is
completely out of control!

[Rage quickly recovers, and he and Cassidy are running wild in the ring,
knocking both Bryant and Faith down in turn.  The fans are on their feet
as the two faces get the better of the heels.]

B: Well, gentlemen, it's been a pleasure for you both, I'm sure... but I
think I'm going to take a closer look at Cassidy's form.

BS: What the...?!  You stay right there, Byron!

[Too late.  Byron kicks his chair back, tosses his headset away and
snatches his brass-topped cane up from the announcer's desk, slowly
walking towards the ring, watching the participants with a cold gaze.]

DD: Byron's up from the announcer's booth... we don't need any more
interruptions here tonight!

BS: This isn't on, Don -- Cassidy and Rage are taking it to Faith and
Bryant here, but this is about to become a three-on-two!

[Byron rolls his cane between his palms, weighing up his options.  Rage
is pummelling Bryant with right hands in the corner as the crowds counts
them off... Cassidy sends Faith for the ride with an Irish whip, but
Faith reverses, and Byron leaps up to the ring apron, cane in hand!]

BS: Byron with that damn cane!

DD: NO!

[Byron is promptly hauled back down to the floor!  Relieved pop from the
crowd!  Cassidy hits the ropes where Byron stood, rebounds and *nails*
Faith with a flying forearm -- a flying forearm from a wrist cast!  Roar
from the Hobo Section!]

DD: Pizzazz!  Pizzazz just hauled Byron down off the ring apron in the
nick of time!  And Byron can't believe it!

[Byron stares at the winsome Pizzazz in disbelief, and the furious valet
gives Byron a mouthful, pushing him back with both hands, away from the
ring apron.  Inside the ring, Nickrick is still down.  Ryan Faith crawls
towards the ropes as Derek Rage and Cassidy team up, Rage whipping
wrestling's first hobo at Bryant, who crashes into him with a jumping
knee in the corner...]

BS: Pizzazz is blocking Byron off!  And--oh...

DD: Oh my.

[Pizzazz shoves at Byron again, and the aristocrat catches the beautiful
French Canadian's wrists... a second passes as both stare at each
other... Byron looks over her shoulder, seeing Rage turn round in the
ring, towards them... and he sweeps Pizzazz off her feet, laying a
Hollywood-esque style kiss right on the stunned valet's lips!  The crowd
erupts into an incredible, shocked pop!  Pizzazz struggles... pauses for
a moment... and then thrashes wildly, throwing Byron off in fury and
catching him with a resounding slap to the face!  Another shocked pop!
There's a tic in Byron's cheek... and he turns his head back towards
Pizzazz, a gloating smile on his face as he wipes his mouth with the
back of his hand, checking it for any trace of blood.  He looks up...
and his eyes widen!]

DD: AND HERE COMES DEREK RAGE!

BS: He saw the whole thing, Don!  Byron stole a kiss from his valet
right under his nose!

DD: It's all breaking down now, Billy Shakespeare! WAIT -- IN THE RING! 
CASSIDY!

BS: The PIKEY LAYOVER!  That's got to be it!

[Cassidy catches Bryant on the rebound from the ropes, launching him
into the air and belting him in the stomach with his bandaged fist as he
falls.  Cassidy shakes his right hand in pain, while Bryant crumples to
the mat. Cassidy drops over him in a pin, but back in the aisle, Byron
quickly backpedals towards the entranceway as both Derek Rage and
Pizzazz storm after him, an expression of pure fury on the goliath
Canadian's face, Pizzazz close behind.  Byron holds up his hands, palms
out in a pacifying gesture... his *empty* hands...]

BS: Ryan Faith!  In the ring!  He's got Byron's cane!

DD: It's a set-up!  Byron must have tossed Faith that damn cane!

[Nickrick starts to stir in the corner as Faith launches himself from
the ropes at Cassidy, almost caving in the Jersey Drifer's skull with
Byron's signature cane!  Big heel pop!  Faith rolls Cassidy off Bryant,
sliding the cane out of the ring as he hooks his opponent's leg.  The
referee crawls over... up in the aisle, Byron, still pleading innocence
to the livid Derek Rage, breaks into a sneer as he looks past the giant
Canadian... and Pizzazz spins her man around, pointing to the ring...
just as Jim Bright's hand hits the canvas...]





"ONE!"




BS: Not this way!




"TWO!"




DD: Rage is in the ring -- but is he too late?!

[Rage dives towards Faith, trying to break the cover...]

"THREE!"

* DING! DING! DING!*

[...a fraction of a second too late!  Rage turns on Faith, but Faith
rolls quickly from the ring, Glory and Dinah pulling Bryant out as
quickly as possible too.  Bryant shrugs off Faith's attempts to hold him
up as Nickrick slides out of the ring to raise both men's arms in
victory!]

SS: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners by pinfall... RYYYYYAAAAN
FAAAAAITH and DEEEEEREEEEEK RAAAAAAAAAAGE!

[Bryant gesticulates at Rage from the arena floor as the four of them,
Glory and Dinah behind their men, back away up the aisle, leaving a
fuming Derek Rage staring down at them from the ring.]

DD: Unbelievable, Billy Shakespeare!  Cassidy and Rage were robbed here
by a conspiracy executed with chilling effectiveness by Lord Byron, Dave
Bryant and Ryan Faith.

BS: The outcome may not have been what I hoped for, Don, but Liam can
take lots of positives out of this match -- I just hope he hasn't
reinjured that hand performing the Pikey Layover a few moments ago.

DD: Derek Rage will be itching to get his hands on Dave Bryant at Wild
Summer Night after this -- and perhaps he'll also be itching to get his
hands on Lord Byron after that kiss!

[In the ring, Rage helps Liam to his feet, the first hobo of wrestling
looking decidedly glassy-eyed after the hard shot to the head from
Byron's cane.]

DD: It looks like Liam Cassidy will live to fight another day.  Folks,
when we come back, we'll hear from the RCW President, who I understand
has some announcements to make following the action we've seen here
tonight.  Don't go away!

[Cut to a shot of RCW President Daniel Spreadbury seated in his office,
watching video replays of events from earlier in the night.  Fade to
commercials.]




[Fade back from commercials to Ditka and Shakespeare seated at the
ringside announce position.]

DD: Welcome back, folks.  In just a couple of minutes we'll go back up
to the ring for tonight's main event, but first, we're privileged to be
joined by the RCW President, Daniel Spreadbury.  Mr. President?

[The screen cuts in two, showing Ditka and Shakespeare at the announce
position on one side, and the RCW President, bespectacled and besuited
as ever, seated in his office on the other.]

DS: Don, Billy, good evening.

DD: Mr. President, it's been one kind of wild summer night here in the
Rose Garden tonight on RAMPAGE -- but I understand you have some
announcements to make about the other kind of Wild Summer Night, the one
coming up in just over two weeks' time, on pay-per-view?

DS: I certainly do.  I have watched this evening's events with some
concern, and as a result of what I have seen, I am here to announce a
number of additional stipulations to matches signed for Wild Summer
Night.

[Pop from the fans in the arena!]

DS: Firstly, I can confirm that the match originally scheduled to be a
one-on-one encounter between Christian Right and "Fallen Angel" David
Cross *is* now a handicap match, pitting Cross against *both* Christian
Right *and* Nathan Herod.

[Pop!]

DS: Secondly, following the out-of-control Strange Bedfellows' match, I
have decided that the match between Mark Coleman and Akitoshi Ogawa at
Wild Summer Night will be... a SUBMISSION MATCH!

[Big pop!]

DD: Ogawa and Coleman in a submission match!  Unbelievable!

DS: That's not all, Don.  I am concerned that the match at Wild Summer
Night between Madrock the Irrepressible and "Your Hero" Danny Daniels
cannot be contained within the ring -- and so I have decided to sanction
a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE stipulation for that match...

[Big pop from the fans in the arena!]

DS: ...on the grounds that a designated official will be able to keep
some semblance of order in that match, whether they are wrestling in the
ring, in the ringside area, in the locker room, in the parking garage...
wherever they end up.

DS: Madrock vs. Daniels -- Falls Count Anywhere!  That is sure to be a
hard-hitting match.

DS: One more thing, Don...

DD: Hang on, Mr. President -- I understand there's a problem elsewhere
backstage!

[We cut to footage from a handheld camera, showing Liam Cassidy charging
down a backstage corridor, the camera in hot pursuit.  He rounds a
corner, and we see Lord Byron striding towards the parking lot, kit bag
in hand.  Cassidy barrels into Byron from behind to a big pop from the
fans!]

DD: Cassidy!  Liam Cassidy's caught up with Byron!

BS: It's my man, Don!  I knew he wouldn't take this lying down!  Knock
that silver spoon out of his mouth, Liam!

[Byron struggles to regain his footing as Cassidy hauls Byron's suit
jacket over his head, whaling away at the aristocrat with lefts and
casted-right hands!  The Rose Garden crowd erupts into cheers as he
drives Byron back against the wall, practically screaming at him in
rage.]

LC: Set me up, will ya?  Try and break my hand and think you're so
smart?  I'll break your damn face! How 'bout that?

[Byron, blinded by his own suit jacket, tries to fight back, throwing
ineffectual punches of his own at the berserk Cassidy, having little or
no effect... chants of "JUST! ONE! SEC-OND!" start to echo around the
arena as Cassidy hurls the British Blueblood into a stack of crates...
but the chants abruptly change to boos as Dennis Griffing and the rest
of the security staff wade in, tearing the two combatants apart.]

DD: This is getting out of control between these two, Billy.  Your
charge wants Byron's blood -- and from the looks of things, Byron's of a
similar frame of mind!

[Indeed, Byron tears what's left of his suit jacket off, throwing the
remains at Cassidy, his hair hanging wild. he forces his way through the
crowd of security and hurls himself at Cassidy, and both men start
hurling blows at each other again as they crash through a pair of
emergency exit doors, the press of security just infuriating them even
more.]

B: Bring it on, trashcan man -- I'll finish you once and for all! 
You'll be back to drinking out of a brown paper b...

[Byron's cut off again as Cassidy breaks free of the security, launching
himself at the sneering aristocrat with a flying forearm that send both
men crashing into a parked limousine, setting off the car alarm... 
Byron's hand whips to Cassidy's throat as the Jersey Drifter starts
pounding away again -- and security haul both men apart again as a loud
voice rings around the parking lot.]

DS: What in the hell is going on here??  Juan!  Break this up!  NOW! 
Someone shut that DAMN ALARM OFF!

[Byron and Cassidy lock eyes, glaring at each other as they are bodily
hauled apart by the security staff... neither man registering the
presence of the bespectacled, besuited RCW President.]

DS: You two *know* what I think of taking things outside the ring, damn
it!  We've got two weeks to the PPV and I am NOT having the pair of
you--

B: YOUR runt here jumped ME, Daniel!  I was on my way out of this
hellho--

LC: Oh, shut yer mouth, Byron! You started this the day you smashed my
hand up. Whatever I end up doing to you ain't nothing but fair game!

[The President rounds on both men, staring them into silence.  Byron,
held back by four security guards, his white silk shirt tattered and
hanging loose, Cassidy, still in his ring attire, fighting to get three
of the six guards that are pinning him back to the wall]

DS: I don't give a damn who jumped who, or who started what.  This is
getting out of hand.  You've left me no option.

[Both men go quiet, sensing the implied threat from the President..]

DS: As I was about to announce live on television *before* you two
decided to brawl back here like kids in a schoolyard... you've got a
rubber match at Wild Summer Nigh, and since you two seem ready to go at
it anywhere you damn well please, you're going to be one-on-one... IN A
STREET FIGHT match!

[A look of utter shock instantly registers on Byron's face, a protest
stammering on his lips, while Cassidy punches the air with a loud cry of
"YEESSS!!"]

B: Daniel, what in the seven circles of hell are you thinking?!

DS: A street fight, Byron.  No disqualification, no count out --
anything goes, with only a pinfall, a submission...

[A single second ticks by...]

DS: ...or a KNOCKOUT...

[And the Rose Garden erupts!  "JUST! ONE! SEC-OND!  JUST! ONE!
SEC-OND!"]

DS: ...to decide the winner!

[Byron's hands go to his head, Cassidy's in the air, a look of shock and
a look of joy on each man's face as the President gives his
proclamation.  And Byron's face twists; he levels a gaze at Spreadbury
for one second, a look of such hate and vitriol that the President takes
an uncertain step back, despite the four guards holding Byron back...
and Byron turns his head to Cassidy, his expression turning cold as
ice.]

B: So be it, Liam.  In two weeks, you'd better bring your 'A' game,
because if you give me...

[Byron sneers in contempt.]

B: ..."just one second"... I will take that hand of yours and shatter it
to kingdom come.

LC: Bring it on, Byron -- you're in *my* yard now... and I guarantee
this... ya won't know what hit ya.

DS: That's enough, damn it!  Get out of here, before I change my mind
and suspend you both.

[Byron shrugs his captors off, glares at Cassidy for one more moment...
then stalks away. Cassidy watches him go, a triumphant smirk on his
face, as we cut back to the announcer's desk at ringside.]

DD: Wow, Billy Shakespeare.  That stipulation plays right to the
strengths of Liam Cassidy, whose most potent weapon -- his right hook --
normally outlawed as a disqualifiable offence, thus becomes legal!

BS: [a wry smile on his lips] Really?  I hadn't thought about it like
that...!

DD: A reminder, fans, that Wild Summer Night is completely sold out --
but you can still be a part of RCW's inaugural pay-per-view event by
contacting your local cable operator for ordering information.  What
great news for Liam Cassidy from the RCW President, Billy Shakespeare.

BS: "Let the justices make you and fortunes friends," Don.  "All's Well
that Ends Well."

DD: Indeed.  Fans, we're about to get up to the ring for our big main
event, but don't forget to tune in to RCW On The Wire next Thursday
night, when I'll be running down the entire card for Wild Summer Night,
and getting comments from all the wrestlers affected by the RCW
President's blockbuster announcements.  Let's get up to the ring for the
introductions!

   ___  ______      __ 
  / _ \/ ___/ | /| / /  TAG-TEAM MAIN EVENT:
 / , _/ /__ | |/ |/ /   Johnny Pleasence & Owen "Truth" Curtis vs.
/_/|_|\___/ |__/|__/    Brody Thunder & "Pistol" Paul Driscoll


[Sy Simmons takes up his position in the center of the ring and raises
the microphone to his lips.  Head official Juan Morales climbs into the
ring behind him.]

SS: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled
for one fall, and it is tonight's main event!

[Big last-match-of-the-evening pop!]

SS: Introducing first...

["Walk All Over You" by AC/DC kicks in over the PA to a big mixed pop!]

SS: He hails from Odessa, Texas, and weighs in at 263lbs... he is the
number one contender to the RCW Championship... "PIIIIIIIISTOL"
PAAAAAAAAUL DRRRRRRRRISCOLL!

[Big pop as Driscoll walks out into the aisle.  He's wearing his
standard ring gear -- simple trunks, pads and boots, tonight all in blue
-- and he immediately makes his way towards the ring.]

DD: This man is simply all business, Billy Shakespeare.  And that's what
this is match is going to be to Driscoll tonight -- simply business.

BS: Driscoll came to the aid of "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder two weeks ago,
and this week he's here as his tag team partner.

DD: But I don't think it matters much to Driscoll who's standing in his
corner tonight: this is all about the number one contender getting his
hands on the RCW Champion.  Neither Driscoll nor Johnny Pleasence wants
to wait two weeks!

BS: The rivalry between Pleasence and Driscoll is fascinating, Don.  I
can't wait to see the two of them one-on-one at Wild Summer Night.

[Driscoll climbs the ringsteps and steps into the ring between the
ropes.  He leans on the ropes and checks the tape on his wrists as AC/DC
fades over the PA... and the lights in the arena drop to almost total
darkness!  Huge pop!]

DD: Here we go!

[The eerie strains of the theme from "High Plains Drifter" drift over
the PA, almost drowned out by the raucous cheers of the fans, as a
single red spotlight illuminates the head of the aisle.]

DD: Have you ever heard a reaction like this in your life, Billy
Shakespeare?

BS: What did you say, Don?!

SS: And introducing his opponent... hailing from the town too tough to
die, Tombstone, Arizona... and weighing in at 258lbs... he is
"LOOOOOOOOONE WOOOOOOOLF" BRRRROOOOOOOOODY THUUUUUUUNDER!

[The reaction from the fans kicks up a notch as the curtains at the head
of the aisle are thrown aside, and the ornery Arizonan strides out into
the arena.  As ever, he is wearing his black trunks with matching
kneepads, and his ubiquitous "EVIL, MEAN & NASTY" t-shirt.  He adjusts
the lone elbowpad on his right arm, and makes his way down to the ring.]

DD: And here comes one of the greatest competitors of the past ten years
-- and perhaps of all time, Billy Shakespeare!

BS: There's no questioning the legacy Thunder will leave in this great
sport, Don.

DD: But over the past couple of months, Owen Curtis has had Thunder's
number.  Curtis ruined Thunder's homecoming to Portland.  Curtis lost
their first one-on-one bout -- but the conniving of his brother Eddie
Curtis meant that Thunder was left lying in a pool of his own blood. 
Curtis went to Arizona and revealed to Thunder's wife, Tamara, that
Thunder had an illegitimate son.  And then Curtis brought that son,
Logan, here to Portland, and in a tag team match two weeks ago, Logan
Thunder turned on his own father.

BS: But is Logan Thunder really Brody's son?  Why hasn't he spoken? 
What was that dark wig all about?

DD: Certainly there are still more questions than answers.  But look at
Thunder tonight: if anybody can extract the truth from Owen Curtis, it's
Brody Thunder.

[Thunder climbs the ringsteps and ducks under the top rope.  He makes
his way across the ring and exchanges a curt word with his partner, then
peels off his t-shirt, balls it up, and tosses it over his shoulder,
causing a minor riot in the front section of the crowd.]

SS: And introducing their opponents...

[Two drumsticks hit together four times.]

! crack ! crack ! crack ! crack !

[The opening riff "Stranger Than Fiction" by Bad Religion blares over
the loudspeakers, to a big, big heel pop!]

SS: ...making his way to the ring, hailing from Eugene, Oregon, weighing
in at 241 pounds... OWEN... "TRUTH"... CUUUUUUUURTIS!

[As the song hits the first verse, Owen "Truth" Curtis bursts out
through the curtains, wearing a dark green singlet with gold trim and,
over that, a dark green cape with gold trim.  The crowd jeers heartily.]

# A febrile shocking violent smack
# The children are hoping for a heart attack
# Tonight the windows are watching, the streets all conspire
# And the lamppost can't stop crying

DD: No Eddie Curtis here tonight, Billy Shakespeare -- he's been
suspended by RCW President Daniel Spreadbury.

BS: That's a great move.  But though Eddie isn't here tonight, I don't
see how anybody can prevent him being there in two weeks' time in that
Lights Out match.

DD: You're right, Billy.  The Lights Out match is unsanctioned, and
Curtis could have his entire damned family turn up if he chooses.  But
somehow I think Brody Thunder will be ready.

[Wearing his trademark green eyeshade on his head, Owen glares
determinedly forward as he heads for the ring, his dirty blond hair
matched with a two-day dusting of blond facial stubble.]

# If I could fly high above the world,
# Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity? 
# Or would I see hungry lover homicides, loving brother suicides,
# And olly olly oxenfrees, who pick a side and hide?

[Owen reaches the ring and rolls in. He twirls in a circle, arms spread,
his cape flying up. The crowd, almost to a man, boos -- the only
exceptions being Owen's usual pocket of frat boy fans.]

# The world is scratching at my door,
# My morning paper's got the scores,
# The human interest stories, and the obituary, oh yeah

[Owen tosses his cape to the corner, and takes off his green visor and
tosses it aside, too.]

DD: Curtis, as ever, is the picture of confidence here tonight.  But
will he be able to work with Johnny Pleasence, the man who defeated him
in order to win the RCW Championship some months back?

BS: There's no love lost between Pleasence and Curtis, that's for sure. 
That may be the best news of all for Driscoll and Thunder.

# Cockroach naps and rattling traps,
# How many devils can you fit upon a match head?
# Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat,
# Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

[Owen points a finger across the ring at Thunder, who remains impassive
for now, as his music fades, to be replaced by the opening of "Into The
Night" by Tommy Iommi and Billy Idol, to an even bigger heel pop!]

SS: And his partner... accompanied to the ring by Matilda... hailing
from London, England, and weighing in at 236lbs... he is the RCW
Champion... JOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHNNY PLEEEEEAAAAAAASEEEEENCE!

[Pleasence strides out into the aisle, a Camel Gold as usual hanging
from his mouth, his bleached blond hair almost glowing in the harsh
glare of the spotlight.  His long leather jacket is open to the waist,
but he pushes it open further to reveal the shining gold of the RCW
Championship belt around his waist.  Big heel pop!]

DD: There he is -- the man who sits on top of the mountain, the
attention-seeker himself, the RCW Champion.

BS: You just know that the one thing Pleasence holds dear in life above
all else is that championship belt, Don.

DD: Absolutely right, Billy Shakespeare.  And he certainly won't give it
up without a fight.

BS: That's fortunate: I'm pretty sure Paul Driscoll is looking for one.

[As Pleasence stands at the head of the aisle, Matilda comes out behind
him, as usual wearing a floral dress that is incongruous with her
anything-but-sweet personality.  She leans in and gives Pleasence a kiss
on the cheek, and then the two of them make their way down the aisle,
Pleasence jawing with the fans on either side of the aisle.]

DD: Pleasence, as ever, the picture of confidence -- and he has vowed
once again to stain that championship belt with the blood of another
victim here tonight.

BS: When he gets the bit between his teeth, Pleasence is a blood-thirsty
maniac.

DD: Two weeks ago, we saw a different Johnny Pleasence to the one we saw
prior to that: where before he would take a powder whenever things
weren't going his way, two weeks ago he was a different competitor,
going all-out from start to finish.  Which Johnny Pleasence is *this*?

[Pleasence makes his way up the ringsteps, steps into the ring, stubs
his cigarette out on the turnbuckle, then removes his leather jacket as
he stands next to Curtis.  Pleasence hands his jacket to Matilda, then
unclasps the championship belt from around his waist, carefully folding
the straps underneath the big gold plate.  He holds it in his hands, and
walks towards Driscoll and Thunder, pointing at the belt.]

DD: Johnny Pleasence laying it on the line here -- if Driscoll wants
that belt, he has to take it from him.  And Pleasence doesn't think he
can.

[Driscoll and Thunder look at the belt, and look at Pleasence, who hands
the belt to Morales, keeping his eyes on Driscoll all the time.  Morales
passes the belt to the timekeeper, and as "Into The Night" fades from
the PA, the referee signals for the bell.]

* DING! DING! DING! *

DD: We are underway here!  It looks as if Thunder is going to start
things off for his team -- and he's pointing at Owen Curtis!

[Curtis gives a wry smile and immediately ducks out of the ring. 
Pleasence points at Thunder and points at himself, as if to say, "It's
me and you, son".  The crowd pops as the two men circle each other.]

DD: A champion of today and a champion of yesterday, in the ring for the
first time.  How do they measure up?

BS: Let's find out!

[Thunder and Pleasence lock up, collar and elbow in the middle of the
ring.  Thunder slips Pleasence into a side headlock, and Pleasence
pushes Thunder off, running him into the ropes.  On the return, Thunder
shoulderblocks Pleasence to the mat!  Big pop!  Pleasence is right back
to his feet and charges at Thunder, who hiptosses him to the mat!  Big
pop!  The champion is up again, and Thunder goes for another hiptoss,
but Pleasence block