NEW YEARS DESTRUCTION RESULTS

[stewart]

As the show goes on air we see a large sign outside of Madison Square Garden reading “REW Presents: New Year’s Destruction”. The parking lot is filled to capacity as we pan inside the building to a 360 degree view of the crowd. Not a seat is left empty as fans of all ages hold signs supporting their favorite wrestlers. The lights go completely black as the fans begin to cheer for the beginning of the spectacle. Red pyros shoot into the air, followed by a golden rain. Fire lights down the entire ramp and stop at the ring, where we find our Ring Announcer Katie Rain.

Rain: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am honored to introduce, The Commissioner and Chairman or REW…Dontuz and Scotty Raven!

The fans rise to their feet as a spotlight focuses on the top of the ramp. Both men walk out from behind the curtain with smiles on their faces, both wearing black suits. The fans rise to their feet in honor of their creators. They shake each other’s hands before Scotty Raven is handed a mic from a stage hand. He raises it up to his mouth to speak, but pulls it down as the crowd noise gets louder. He motions with his hands to calm down as he begins to speak.

Raven: There are very few moments like this in a man’s lifetime…and I’m not quite sure if one has ever felt this special. This electricity running through the building tonight is of the likes I do not know. However, we could build and manage the greatest business in the world, but without you in these seats…it would all mean nothing. I like to consider myself an man with few emotions. But looking around and seeing the REW turnout today, it can bring a tear to a man’s eyes.

Donutz: As much as I would hate to agree with Scotty here, we do have an amazing lineup for you tonight. I have seen this corporation grow right before my very eyes, and I couldn’t be more proud. But tonight isn’t about Scotty or I…this is about the fans, this is about the wrestlers, and most of all…this is about the New Year’s Revolution!

The fans erupt in cheers for their executives as they return behind the curtain. We then are transferred over to our commentary table.

Allyson: Such kind words from our founders, but I have to say I believe every word. I have not seen this electric atmosphere for a long time…

Simon: No doubt about that, but it can easily be explained by just looking at this star struck card. Jayson Ray is going head to head against the Dark Lord himself, Dreamkiller, in an attempt to become World Champion.

Allyson: But before that we see T-Money taking on Skynet for the Intercontinental title.

Simon: Well that alone would be enough to sell out this arena but we also have great match ups such as Walter A. Stewart going toe to toe with Fureau, and Big homie facing Kenti, Markus facing Cable and our opening bout…

Allyson: Grindage vs. Harrison. Infact Simon, I believe that match is happening…right now!

Rain: The following match up is scheduled for onefall. Introducing first, hailing from Long Beach, California and weighing in at 220 pounds…Karrem “THE DREAM” Harrison.

As the Curtains part, out steps The self proclaimed "One Man Evolution" Karrem Harrison. He steps out and with his Magic Johnson throwback on along with his gold and purple tights...as Harrison walks down to the ring he recieves a mixed reaction and just before getting to the ring he lifts up his jersey to reveal some championship belt of some sorts.

Harrison then gets in the camera and says..."Pure Heavyweight Champion of the World, baby and don't you forget it." Harrison then gets into the ring and hits the turnbuckle and plays to the crowd as he waits to get things started

Rain: and His opponent…GRINNNNDAGE!

The lights darken a bit as a spotlight begins to pan the arena for Grindage with no such luck. Harrison seems angered as he pulls on the ropes awaiting his challenger. Rain gets in the ring once more.

Rain: Ahem…I said….GRINNNNDAGE! Well… Here is your winner…and STILL Pure Champion….Karrem Harri…

Suddenly Donutz walks onto the ramp holding a mic, still wearing his black suit.

Donutz: I’m sorry Karrem, but this show is too great for free passes. I have received word from Cable that he will not be able to participate due to a rundown attack earlier backstage.

The fans erupt in a mix of boos and cheers.

Donutz: Therefore it seems like Markus is out of an opponent as well. So it seems like a clear decision to have you defend your “Pure” title against Markus tonight. But I understand the complexities of switching opponents and gears so quickly, so you will have plenty of time to prepare…because this match happens, after this commercial break!

**Moment of Truth…the only show where you know all the answers, but do you have the guts to say them?**

As the show returns we find Markus standing at the top of the ramp signaling a belt around his waist. “Lambeg" blares through the PA system as a green smoke rolls down the ramp at his feet.

Rain: And his opponent, Hailing from Belfast, Ireland…MARKUS OOOOOOOMALLEY!

The bell rings as Harrison quickly begins to stomp on the back of Markus before he even enters the ring. Markus rolls out of the ring and places his hands on his hips as he stares at Harrison. Harrison taunts Markus to re-enter the ring, but to no avail as Harrison lunges through the ropes in an attempt at a flying spear. Markus is able to sidestep and roll into the ring. Harrison rolls under the rope as well and both engage in a power grapple in the center of the ring. Harrison drops Markus to the mat with a drop toe hold, then attempts to lock in an STF for an early finish. Markus is able to grab Harrison’s hands and pull then away from his face before any real pressure is applied.

Simon: Well this has certainly been pure so far…

Allyson: I can trust Harrison, but Markus is fighting Irish…far from technical.

Markus scrambles to the turnbuckle to regain his standing postion. Harrision attempts to splash Markus in the corner, but Markus turns around with his hands held together like a bat, taking Harrison down with one shot to the face.

Simon: Looks like an Irish Club to me!

Markus locks Harrison in a sleeper and begins to wrap his legs around Harrison’s body. However Harrison is able to slowly rise to his feet, eventually driving Markus into the turnbuckle to the great approval and help of the crowd. However Markus is able to jump to the top turnbuckle as he is driving backwards and jumps out of the ring, still holding Harrison’s head, slamming it against the ring post. Harrison whips forward, landing face first into the canvas. Markus almost lands on his feet outside the ring, but
falls awkwardly, possibly injuring his leg. The ref begins his count.

1…2…3…4…5…6

Markus is able to crawl into the ring and roll his opponent over. He grabs the tights and rolls Harrison up.

1…2…Kickout!

Simon: I thought Harrison broke his neck!

Allyson: Well that would have been no way to win a PURE championship!

Markus seems to be getting impatient AS HE PICKS Harrison up. Harrison elbows Markus in the gut and then attempts a DDT. Markus spins out of it and attempts one of his own. Harrison revereses it once more and this time plants Markus’ head on the canvas. Every fan in Madison Square Garden is on their feet, pointing to the air. Harrison rises to the top turn buckle. He signals for the 450 Senton Bomb. In only a moment we see Harrison pinning Markus O’Malley for a 1….2….3!

Rain: Here is your winner…and STILL PURE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Kareem Harrrrrison

Allyson: Well that was quite an opening bout after a series of major announcements. It may have taken a while to get started, but what a hit to start this show.

Simon: Who cares about this match! We have Big Homie facing off against Kenti coming up…NEXT!

**Hungry? Grab a Snickers!**

Rain: The following match up is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Kingston, Jamaica KENTI…KOMBA!

The Jamaican national anthem hits the PA as the Jamaican superstar walks down a ramp lined with palm trees. Kenti is dresses in traditional Jamaican clothing. He rolls into the ring and pounds the mat three times as he waits for the arrival of his massive opponent.

Rain: And his opponent, hailing from “Da Hood”, Weighing in at a mere 160 pounds…BIG Homie!

Savior by Skillet begins to play as Big homie enters the scene. He walks with such a presence for a smaller man. He wastes no time to begin as he bolts down the ramp

As Homie slides into the ring, Kenti starts putting the boots to Homie before he can even get to his feet, as the referee singals for the bell to start the match. Kenti drops a knee to the face of Homie picking him up throwing him into the corner following up with a clothesline. Kenti gives a few knees to the midsection of Homie throwing him down to the middle of the ring. Climbing to the second turnbuckle landing a knee to the midsection of Homie. Homie laying there gasping for air. Kenti picks Homie up throwing him into the ropes hitting a stein buster. Kenti runs into the ropes missing a leg drop. Kenti grabs the back of his leg as Homie regroups. Both man finally up to there feet as Homie lands a snap suplex, Homie picks up Kenti throwing him into the ropes, as he flys across the ring hitting a flying elbow. Homie back up to his feet, as he body slams Kenti on the mat. Homie picks up Kenti giving him a headbutt, Kenti flys back into the corner. Homie grabs a hold of Kenti throwing him into the other turnbuckle, as Kenti stumbles out, PG-13 bounces off the ropes landing a bulldog. Homie grabs Kenti's legs putting him in the camel clutch. Kenti is screaming in pain, as Homie starts to laugh. Kenti reaches the bottom rope as the referee makes Homie release the hold. Homie is in amazment just showing more anger towards Kenti. Picking him up putting him in the sleeper hold! Kenti is in a daze as he slowly falls down to the canvas. The Referee picks up Kenti hand droping it once, he hold up a finger singaling 1 drop, grabbing his hand again dropping it the second time, letting everyone know thats the second drop. Kenti keeps his hand in the air as the referee singals he is ok to keep going. Kenti gets to his knees hitting elbows to Homie's midsection. He bounces off the ropes as Homie ducks his head for a back drop. Kenti stops giving Homie a DDT in the middle of the ring he goes for the pin. 1..2.. Kickout by Homie, Kenti looks down at Homie as he picks him up throwing him into the ropes missing a clothesline as Homie ducks coming back with a drop kick off the ropes. Kenti is laying on the mat. Homie picks him up hitting a german suplex. Homie lifts Kenti up kicking him in the midsection. As Kenti goes for a counter punch, Homie ducks and rolls up Kenti from behind, while holding the shorts...

1...2....3!

Simon: Well Big Homie seemed to steal a victory from his Jamaican adversary tonight.

Allyson: For a rather small man, he showed a lot of heart. Did he learn moves like that from the hood?

Simon: If you ever try to be funny again…I might just have to kill you….

Allyson: Well that is not the point. Next up we have the French Man with class against A man with fine ass…

Simon: Did you actually say that? He's from Zurich! Donutz…I need a new partner!

[stewart]

Rain: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois….Walter A. Stewart!

The lights fade to black. Moments pass before any body knows what is happening. Suddenly red flames shoot from the top of the ramp. Walter steps out from behind the curtain. He slowly walks down the ramp with a fog at his feet as Burn in Hell by twisted Sister plays. Walter rolls into the ring and calls for his own microphone.

Walter: I present to you all…your World Heavyweight champion…Walter A. Stewart!

Simon: Bullshit! Dreamkiller is our champion!

Allyson: Well he defiantly has some ego problems, but apparently he has trouble grasping reality.

Rain: And his opponent, hailing from Zurich, Switzerland. FURRRREAUUU!

No music hits as Fureau enters from behind the curtain dressed in a suit. He seems to be in no condition to wrestle. He demands a microphone and brings it up to his mouth.

Fureau: Unless you can’t figure it out Wally, I have no intention of wrestling you tonight!

Allyson: WHAT!

Fureau: I have watched this company change it’s hands over to evil, and I will not stand for the tired corruption that is chewing the walls of REW. I will not be taken down by this cancer. This is my goodbye, for I have no wish to be part of any such Revolution. You fans are witnessing a dying breed…and I just won’t die with it!

Walter: A cowards excuse! But none-the-less…Here is your winner…WALTER A. STEW…

Walter is unable to finish his sentence as Dontuz makes yet another appearance. He has an oddly sadistic grin on his face.

Donutz: You know Wally, you have been nothing but a thorn in my side since you got here. You are the corruption that Fureau is dreading. You are the cancer that must be destroyed. So unfortunately for you, you will still have a match. It has been arranged!

Walter: I am the immortal. I will take any challenge, I will accept any stipulation…and I come out victorious because I’m Walter A. Stewart…and it doesn’t get any better than that!

Donutz: We shall test your claim because I have been doing some research on your invincible claim. It seems like you have trouble winning say…TLC matches…Lower the briefcase!

A wire comes down from the ceiling, hanging just above the ring.

Donutz: Inside that case is 10,000 dollars, yours for the taking should you be able to climb and grab it!

Walter: A TLC match cannot destroy me.

Donutz: To oversee this epic match, I have found a very special referee tonight. And he has considered sticking around for all your matches. Would you happen to remember a man named…RENEGADE!

Walter: You bluff to much Donutz!

Donutz: But I just don’t see that as enough. So I have hand picked an opponent for you. Someone who has defeated you in a match like this before…for something you loved so very much!

Walter: …no

Donutz: Tonight we will see renegade oversee a TLC match between Walter A. Stewart and…..COLIN MCCROWLY!

Walter: You son of a bitch!

Donutz: And it starts right now!

Walter stands in the ring in absolute disbelief. While the fans are having an absolute field day. The cheers for Colin and Renegade are ear shattering in this building where careers begin and careers end.

Simon: I am left speechless!

Allyson: Well that should be nice for a change, but what an epic match up we have here. After fureau walked out, Walter is hit with every card and ace Dontuz has left in him. I just don’t see a victory for walter tonight.

Simon: He can pull it out…he has to!

Warrior” blasts through the PA system. The crowd rises to their feet in anticipation. There’s an odd buzzing around the ring and those who know of Renegade bust into applause while the rest look around holding their judgment as he appears at the top of the ramp.

Allyson: Renegade is about to step into a six-sided ring for the first time ever here in REW. Not too much is known about this enigma other than the fact that he had a very successful run in the now defunct Chicago Wrestling Alliance before he came here.

Simon: I’ll tell you something that I know about him already, Allyson. He’s a coward, and I know this because he’s making his debut in a referee’s shirt instead of wrestling like the real men do, and there’s no man more real than the one in the ring right now, Walter Stewart.

Renegade walks down the ring with a smile on his face. He has his black wrestling tights with a regular referees’ shirt on. As he reaches ringside, he looks up at Walter A. Stewart, who stares daggers back at him. Renegade slides into the ring, and is immediately approached by Stewart. Stewart gets in his face and the two jaw at each other for a little bit until Renegade backs off a bit and holds up his referee’s badge, further agitating his old nemesis.

Allyson: These two know each other from previous meetings, none of which were pleasant I can assure you.

Simon: And this one’s not going to be pleasant for Renegade if he doesn’t call this match the right way! Let me tell you something, Donutz is crossing the line with the booking of this match. Not only is Stewart not prepared to fight McCrowley, but he’s not prepared to compete in a TLC match, plus now he has to always be looking over his shoulder at what Renegade’s doing! There’s something very wrong with the booking here.

Next, “Shoots and Ladders” by KoRn hits and the crowd bursts into cheers for the returning wrestler.

Katie Rain: Introducing his opponent, making his return to REW, weighing in at 220 pounds, he hails from Edinburgh, Scotland…Colin McCrowley!

Allyson: History is being revisited! One year ago it was Colin McCrowley who beat Walter A. Stewart in a TLC match for the world title…there’s no title on the line here, but certainly a whole lot of bad blood about to be revisited.

Simon: Not only is history being revisited but it is being rewritten tonight, because we’re all about to witness Walter A. Stewart get his revenge on Colin McCrowley, no matter what Donutz tries to do to prevent it. And let’s not forget, that briefcase isn’t empty…there’s a lot of money on the line in this match.

Colin climbs into the ring and locks eyes with Walter on the opposite turnbuckle. His gaze then shifts to Renegade, who looks back at him and puts his hands up in an innocent manner. Colin looks back at Walter Stewart and the two start to lockup as Renegade calls for the bell.

Allyson: The bell rings, and we are underway here in this slightly impromptu match-up.

Stewart tries to have a test of strength with McCrowley to start off but McCrowley ducks through and locks on a hammerlock. Stewart tries for a back elbow but McCrowley avoids the contact and nails a Russian leg sweep, followed quickly by a two straight elbow drops and a kick to the head for good measure.

Allyson: An impressive display early by the Enigma from Edinburgh!

Simon: Edinburgh…that’s near Erie, right?

Allyson: Close…just an ocean away.

McCrowley ducks outside the ring and starts to look under the apron. He grabs two chairs and blindly tosses them into the ring before pulling out a table and setting it up outside. He then pulls out one final thing, a ladder, and tosses it into the ring. As he gets in the ring, he gives a confused look to Renegade, who has picked up one of the chairs and is now sitting on it in the corner. This gives just the distraction Stewart needed to pick up the other chair and smash it into the head of Colin.

Simon: HAHA too much time, junior! Tables, ladders, and chairs all perfectly legal. God, TLC is probably my favorite initials since HLA.

Stewart taunts the fallen body of McCrowley for a few seconds before picking him up and whipping him into the corner. As McCrowley bounces off of the turnbuckle he is met with a T-bone suplex. Jumping up, Stewart poses to the crowd and is met almost entirely with boos. Stewart soaks it in for a minute before grabbing the steel chair and setting it up in the middle of the ring as McCrowley is rising to his feet. McCrowley takes a step toward Stewart, but is planted into the chair with a drop-toe hold.

Simon: What you’re seeing in that ring is a wrestler’s wrestler. What you are seeing right now is Greatness itself.

Stewart picks up the chair, but it is dented beyond use. He tells Renegade to get off of the other one in the corner, but the referee declines. Frustrated, Stewart tosses the dented chair up the ramp and ducks outside to get another one. Back in the ring, he swings over his head at McCrowley, but McCrowley rolls to the left. As Stewart is aiming again, McCrowley gets his foot up and kicks the chair into Stewart’s face. As Stewart is reeling, McCrowley sweeps his legs, causing Stewart to fall and the chair to smack him in the face again.

Allyson: Looks like your so called greatness is struggling a bit at the moment.

Simon: Mark this down, Allyson…Greatness strikes when you least expect it.

McCrowley makes his way to his feet but is obviously staggered from face planting into the steel chair still. He leans against a corner of the ring to regain his composure as Stewart makes his way to his feet as well. In one of the other corners, Renegade stands up, folds his chair, and climbs up the turnbuckle to get a better view.

Stewart ducks outside and grabs the ladder. At the same time, McCrowley grabs another table and sets it up on the opposite side of the ring as the previous one. Seeing his opponent occupied outside the ring, Stewart quickly gets back in and sets the ladder up under the briefcase. As he begins climbing, Colin slides back in and starts to climb up the opposite side. They meet at the top and start to exchange punches back and forth. Walter blocks one punch and pulls Colin under his arm. He then jumps off the ladder and hits a DDT.

Allyson: Wow! Stewart hits the Walternator off of the ladder!

Simon: That’ll be it right there! Get up Walter! Climb the ladder!

Instead of climbing, Stewart rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring one more time. When he re-emerges, he is holding a baseball bat. He climbs back into the ring where Renegade immediately gets into his face and grabs the baseball bat from here. The two tug back and forth on the bat while arguing.

Allyson: Renegade isn’t going to let Walter bring that bat into this match!

Simon: What? This is ridiculous, it’s a TLC match! Renegade has no power to decide what objects get involved. Who the hell does he think he is?

While Renegade and Walter continued their argument, Colin McCrowley has gotten back to his knees and is slowly starting to climb the ladder. He makes it to about the third rung before Stewart notices him. Walter shoves Renegade down and quickly makes his way up the other side of the ladder. As he pulls his arm back to nail McCrowley with the bat, Renegade grabs the bat out of his hand. When Walter looks behind him, he is met with the bat to the skull at the hands of Renegade.

Simon: DAMNIT!!! Damnit to hell!

Allyson: Renegade with a home run swing to the head of Walter A. Stewart! Now look at Colin!!!

With Stewart now slumped against the ladder, McCrowley jumps off of the top and flips over Stewart, grabbing his legs on the way down and using his momentum to throw Stewart. Stewart flies out of the ring and lands on the table set up in the beginning of the match by Colin, promptly breaking it in half

Allyson: Oh my god! A sunset powerbomb through the table by Colin McCrowley! Walter A. Stewart is not moving!

Renegade looks down at Stewart’s body with the slightest smile on his face as Colin starts to once again climb slowly up the ladder. With Stewart taken out, he has no problem this time getting to the top and unhooking the briefcase. Renegade calls for the bell as McCrowley climbs down, and raises Colin’s hand to symbolize the victory.

Katie Rain: The winner of this contest…The Rabid Scotsman…Colin…McCrowley!

Simon: I told you Renegade had no business in this matchup, Allyson. I told you that from the beginning. And now he has ruined a perfectly good match and has screwed Walter A. Stewart out of 10,000 dollars.

Allyson: Well I get the feeling that Stewart will have quite a bit to say about what just happened here, you know, whenever he can talk again. But what a debut for the Scotsman McCrowley! Something tells me he’s going to be another big player in REW’s new future

[stewart]

Simon: It seems like we have just received exclusive footage of Cable’s attacker

**Outside of Madison Garden, a great buzz has generated from the employee parking lot. His match just minutes away, Chris Michaels has just arrived via taxi. Michaels looks quite flustered, his lips tightly pressed together as he labors down towards the employee entrance. All eyes watching him, Michaels scowls at the nosy and ignorant stares of his employees. Fellow co-workers, certainly, but by no means his equal in his mind.

Stare all you want, just because I’m here in the flesh doesn’t mean you’re anywhere near my class.

Michaels nears the entrance, and he can’t help but double take as a man exits the building from his own destination. The man is dressed in a leather jacket and a set of blue jeans, but it’s his headgear that catches Michaels’ attention. He wears a full face biker’s helmet. Across the top, reads the letters ‘CWA’. The same promotion Michaels worked for and owned for the better part of three years. The man walks past Michaels, who can’t help but have his curiosity peak.

Michaels: “Where did you get that helmet?”

The man doesn’t respond, simply brushing past Michaels swiftly, knocking him off balance. Shouldering his duffel bag, Michaels curses as his ID slips from between his fingers and flutters to the ground below him.

Michaels: “Son of a bitch.”

Dropping his bag to the ground, Michaels turns and backtracks the few steps he took, bending to pick up the ID tag. An engine behind Michaels roars to life, and Michaels turns to find himself being bared down upon by a 2009 Dodge Viper. Tires squealing, the Viper closes in on Michaels, the distance between him and the chrome bumper dwindling. Michaels scrambles off to the side, and the Viper roars past him, spewing exhaust into his face. The Viper peels out of the lot, disappearing into the night as it slides out of sight. Michaels clears his throat and attempts to regain his composure, as he is clearly shaken by the event. The event security is now approaching him, in part to investigate his identity and in part to see if he is okay.

Officer: “Sir, are you alright?”

Michaels scoffs at the question.

Michaels: “Of course I’m alright, its not like that punk ass hit me or anything. I’m perfectly fine, no thanks to your wonderful job keeping employees safe.”

The officer seems drawn back by the arrogant demeanor of Chris Michaels.

Officer: “Sir, do you happen to have any identification that I may see?”

Michaels rolls his eyes in disgust. To him, that’s always part of the problem with society today. Everyone is always stuck sticking to the protocol. He holds out his badge, and the officer inspects it with some interest. Then, seemingly satisfied, the officer turns and approaches Michaels’ duffel bag, which still rests on the pavement. Picking it up by the strap, the officer turns over his shoulder as he begins to walk to the entrance.

Officer: “Will you be able to compete?

Michaels: “Tell Scotty I’m sorry…I think I have other plans tonight!”

Michaels gets into his own car and peels out of the parking lot.

**END SEGMENT**

The fans are still on their feet as Rain takes the microphone once more.

Rain: Ladies and Gentleman, the following matchup is a Tables match and it is for the INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first from Skynet....Maxamillion!

Max runs down the ramp before his pyro show is finsihed with an obvious eagerness to begin. He slides into the ring and pops to his feet to signal the world campionship coming his way. Suddenly he turns around and see's T-Money already behind him with a chair. Max nearly shits himself as he drops out of the ring to avoid the shot at the last moment.

Allyson: Some desperate cheap actions from T-Money there.

Simon: It's strategy...don't you know anything!

As Max slides into the ring, T-money begins to stomp on the back of Max's neck. The bell ring and the contest begins. Max continues to stand up, despite being pounded by the boot of T-money. Once Max is on his knees, T-money hits an elbow to the back of his head, sending him to the mat again. T-money runs and bounces off the opposite rope, and runs toward Max. He goes for a baseball slide onto Max's head, but Max sits up, sending T-money outside of the ring, crashing to the ground. Max slides out of the ring, and gives T-money's head a boot of his own. He then grabs T-money by the head, and goes to slam it against the ringpost. Right before contact T-money puts his boot up, reversing it, sending Max's head into the post. T-Money lets go and watches with a smile as the dazed Max falls chin first into the barrior. T-Money begins to look under the ring before finding what he is looking for. T-Money pulls out the first table of the night. As T-Money sets up the table, Max is able to get to a vertical base.

Simon: Boy has this been bland so far...

Allyson: I have a feeling things are about to pick up!

T-Money is too busy setting up the table to notice that Max is up. Max rips T-Bone around, before the table is set up. Max grabs T-Money by the arm and throws him into the steps. The thud echos throughout the entire arena. Max slides T-money into the ring, then enters himself. Max picks T-money up, and places his head under his arm, raising his other arm, signaling for a DDT. In an instant Max is lifted up and planted on his back with a reversal suplex by T-money. T-money slides out and grabs a chair, and he is able to get back in before Max can get to his feet. Max turns around unknowingly, as he gets smacked across the temple with the steel chair. Max falls like a rock as the fans scream in delight.

Allyson: A bit more action for you now Simon?

Simon: I'll be happy when they bleed!

T-money keeps the chair in the ring, slides outside to grab the table he pulled out earlier. He slides it into the ring and plays to the crown a bit while he sets it up vertically in the corner. He picks Max up and throws him torward the table. Max falls flat on his face a foot short of the table, still unconscious. T-money picks Max up again, and goes to smash his head through the table. Max gets a foot up and sends T-money head into the table instead, however it does not break. Max falls to one knee, but is able to stand to get in another punch on the dazed T-money. Max rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Max looks under the ring before pulling out a ladder. He slides the ladder in, and then pulls out a garbage can. He tossed the garbage can in as well. As T-money stands up, Max places the garbage can over his head. Max then picks up the chair and swings full force into the garbage can. T-money reels backward, his back hitting the turnbuckle, then he mindlessly walks forward into another shot, before repeating the turnbuckle bounce and a third walk-forward. After the third hit T-Money drops. Max removes the garbage can and goes for the cover. The ref pulls Max off of T-Bone, reminding him that putting his opponent through the table is the only way to win.

Simon: Mental mistakes lose matches! Max can't even understand the rules!

Allyson: In the heat of the moment you would make the same mistake!

Max walks over to the table, setting it up in the ring. He then grabs the KO’ed T-money and lays him on the table. Max gets up on the top rope. Max jumps off, but lands on his feet in the ring as well. He wants to do things the right way. Max sets up the ladder in the far corner of the ring, and slowly begins to climb. When he reaches the top he looks at T-max below, and begins to look around at the crowd screaming “I’m the champ!”. Suddenly Max gets a wake up call as T-money rolls off and dropkicks the ladder, sending Max crashing to the floor on the outside. Both men do not move for several moments, Max outside the ring, and T-money inside. T-money rolls out of the ring, exausted after those chair shots he took earlier. He looks under the ring, and pulls out a screwdriver. Max is still knocked out, as T-money grabs Max in a sleeper hold with his one hand, while cdriving the screwdriver into Max’s forehead with the other. Max screams in pain as T-money rips open the flesh of Max. Once T-money is satisfied with the condition of Max’s face, he grabs a baseball bat under the ring, and slides into the ring. He stands up with the bat, and looks at Max, screaming “come get some”.

Allyson: I don't know why you are cheering for this Simon, what we are watching is a brutal mutilation!

Simon: These men are pouring their hearts out to win the title!

Allyson: It's not worth this much!

Max slowly enters the ring, and rises to his feet. He is only standing for a few seconds though as the bat comes crashing across his waist, breaking it in two. Max doubles over as T-money laughs. He thinks of getting the table, but slides out looking for more weapons instead. After a few moments, T-Money pulls out a white sack of thumbtacks and lays them across a table on the outside with a smile on his face. Max rises to his feet, favoring his midsection. He hits a clear lowblow, although it is perfectly legal, as T-money re-enters the ring. As T-money falls down, a fire burns in the eyes of Max. Max rolls outside the ring, pulling out gasoline and a lighter. He slides into the ring and sets the table in the ring on fire. Max scoops T-money up and slams him down onto his back. Max sets up the ladder in the corner and begins to climb it, as the fans go nuts looking at the ladder, the flaming table, and the table covered with tacs. Max is slow to climb, too slow. T-money is able to begin to climb as well, both men reaching the top at the same time. Max and T-money trade punches, neither man giving an inch. The brawl continues for nearly 30 seconds before T-Money slams Max’s head into the top of the ladder. T-Money sets up the Superplex, but Max messes up the release as both men go flying off the ladder. In a blink of an eye Max crashes into the table covered with tacs on the outside, and T-money falls through the flaming table in the ring. Both men lay motionless thorugh the tables as the fans are quiet, nobody knowing who won, as both men went through a table.

Rain: Since both men went through a table, then the last man to go through a table is your winner. After further review, the last person to fall through a table, and Intercontinental Champion is...T MONEY!

Simon: you know, I never really cared much for T-Money...but he's alright in my book.

Allyson: This isn't about the title...this was about respect...this was about ego. It wasn't worth what these men put on the line. Neither man is moving!

Simon: Then get the strechers and keep the show moving...I can't wait to see the Dark Lord...What the hell is this crap?

Allyson: I think it is the mystery man who has terrorized Cable...he's been leaving clues for days now...

Suddenly another video package begins to play.

**The lights inside Madison Square Garden cut out, and the audience lets out an excited murmur at the potential event before them. But instead of hearing the music of one of their favorite superstars, the Raven Vision comes to life. The blank screen comes to focus on the silhouette of a man, the picture accompanied by a static hiss. The man’s face is darkened out, as to hide his identity. As the hiss over the loudspeakers fade, a distorted voice begins to play.

“I hear it every day. It’s all I’m asked about. Anyone and everyone who recognizes me asks me. But that’s not to say I don’t think about it either. Its all I think about. It wakes me from my sleep. Its my life. My obsession. My Curse. The answer is what tore me up inside. I didn’t know. I could’ve be a legend by this point. A walking breathing myth that sets the standard for all to come. But I’m not. What am I? I’m a joke. A pun. A punch line. A has been and a never will be. I’ve always said I don’t care what everyone else thinks of me. In reality, it’s ALL I care about. It’s everything to me. Why am I here? To experience some success, just to throw it all away and live the rest of my life in obscurity? No. I’m here to leave a mark on this industry. I’m here to change how things are done. To be not a distant memory, fading into the bleak darkness of time, but a golden beacon of glory and accomplishment that abolishes that same darkness. I was born to become a legend. The only way to fulfill that is to accomplish so much that everyone won’t have a choice BUT to remember me. So I suppose I’m at a crossroad. ‘What COULD I have accomplished had I just gotten over the sting of defeat?’ I’m still twenty six years young. I’d like to think that I’ve still got some gas left in the tank. Two years ago I sat atop this industry. And then my world came crashing down. And simply put, I walked away. I decided I had had enough of the ups and downs, the roller coaster ride, the betrayals and politics. I resumed living as normal of a life as I could. But being a former World Champion these days makes you stick out. So the questions started coming. And I didn’t have an answer. But a few weeks ago, I heard something that has changed my perspective. “When you taste defeat, and don’t like it, it drives you to victory.” Hearing that made me realize that this bitterness I carry around with me, and the pain of having my world come crashing down, I could channel that and answer that damned question that has haunted me for the last two years. What COULD I have been? We’re going to find out.”

As the sound cuts, the following runs across the screen:

“1, 52; 1, 62; 1, 86; 2, 56; 2, 67; 3, 71; 3, 72.

4, 79; 4, 80; 5, 16; 5, 43; 6, 35; 6, 68; 7, 11.”

**END SEGMENT**

[Walter]

Katie Rain: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the REW World Heavyweight Championship!

The New York fans screamed with delight as the arena lights quickly cut to black, leading into "Go To Sleep" by D-12 hitting the public announce system. Red luminescent smoke plumed from the entrance stage as the curtains began to stir. The curtains rumbled violently, and where thrown aside as the Man That Will Not Die emerged with his head bowed.

The New Yorker's screamed even louder upon the realization that Jayson gear for the night where in the colors of the New York football Giants, paying homage to the Superbowl bound team. Walking to the center of the stage, Jayson quickly turned his back to the crowd, and thrusted a single closed right fist into the air, launching a massive burst of sparks that triggered the lights.

Allyson Cowell: Whoah!

His brown skin glistened with perspiration as he turned back around, his hood casting a shadow over his face.

Katie Rain: Entering in the role of the challenger! Hailing from Windsor, Ontario, Canada by way of Baltimore, Maryland, he is the Canadian Destroyer! This is, JAY! SON! RAY!

The screams were louder than before at the announcement of Jayson's name, prompting him to throw back his hood. His emerald green pools peered out into the wanting crowd as he started down the ramp, pointing out "JAY IS GONNA KILL YOU" and "MARRY ME JAY-RAY" signs, with a crooked smile on his face. The reaction of the New York fans was something that had propelled him to the big fight, and he would be damned to let them down.

Sliding under the bottom rope, Jayson quickly sprung to his feet with a pop, spining into a corkscrew back axe kick, stretching out his legs. The deadly hands, feet, knees, and elbows of the Canadian Destroyer would be tested, and as such, Jay felt it appropriate to stretch them out adequately.

Fire burning in his eyes, Jay stared off, down the stage and ramp as he continued his warm-up, waiting ever vigilantly for Dream Killer, for when he arrived, Jay would release the depraved tendencies of a madman upon the Dark Lord.

Jay Ray walks around the ring like a predator waiting for it’s pray his emerald green eyes targeting the entrance ramp. The fans are all on they feet still showing they love and support for Jay Ray then a huge crash of thunder quiets the fans a bolt of lighting hit’s the entrance ramp making the blood red mist pure over the top of the raven vision and spew down the ramp surrounding the ring.

The Curtin swings back and the dark shadow like finger appears behind the flowing red mist. Dream steps through the mist letting it fall onto his hat then down over his shoulders, Dream flexes out his razor glove letting the creaking of the metal send a cold chill down every ones spine.

Allyson Cowell - Here comes the biggest bad of REW The Dark Lord DreamKiller. We have seen him beat people down in such brutal way’s we not aloud to show the video clips.

Simon Layfiled - Jay may have only just come back but we may witness the last time we see him tonight. I know what Jay can do in and out of the ring but tonight I think Dream will be just to much for the Canadian destroyer to handle.

Allyson Cowell - Lets just hope they both able to walk out of this match alive and with all they body parts in tacked.

Simon Layfiled - Yes I think a straight up wrestling match would favour Jay tonight if this gets out of control we may see that razor glove come into play and nothing good can come out of that.

Allyson Cowell - Well lets quiet down and listen to Katie Rain announce the champion.

Katie steps forward her huge smile now gone. Her face just like many other in the fans is cast over with a petrified look.

Katie Rain - Currently making his way to the ring from parts unknown standing in at 7 feet tall and weighing in at 300 pounds he’s the REW World Heavyweight Champion and King Of The Ring winner… The Dark Lord DreamKiller!!!

The fans all site curled up in they sets as the Dark Lord pass by them stopping at the foot of the steps then slowly walking up. The lights come back on as Dream steps over the top rope taking off his hat and coat. Dream twists his razor glove and slips it off his scared hand slipping it under the bottom pad.

Referee Chase Evans holds back Jay till both men are ready to start. Dream unhooks the belt and hands it to Chase who holds it up for all to see turning around on the spot.

Dream steps forward meeting Jay in the middle of the ring. Dream looking down at the much smaller Jay Ray. Dream’s crystal white eyes looked on to Jay’s emerald green eye’s as the battle of the minds begin.

Allyson Cowell - DreamKiller out sizes Jay and out weighs him and in all dew respect I would say DreamKiller is much stronger then Jay Ray. What do Jay do in a match such as this.

Simon Layfiled - Jay Ray have to rely on his speed and marshal arts back round, take Dream down and with every thing you got try and keep him there. But that’s easy for me to say sitting way up here.

The dead of silence is broken when Jay and Dream explode with shots to etch other. Jay chopping at Dream’s chest witch don’t seam to faze him. Dream drops Jay with a hard uppercut to the jaw.

Dream backs up bouncing off the ropes running at Jay who quickly rolls over and drop toe holds Dream.

Dream’s head bounces off the matt like a beach ball. Jay quickly roll’s up Dream’s body locking in a head lock the fans jump to they feet then on to the chairs cheering. Dream climbs up to his knees Jay still locked on like a pit bull. Dream then gets to his feet lifting Jay up in to the air falling back with Jay into a back body drop.

Jay not being one to pass up a potential victory. Dives on top of Dream hooking Dream’s leg pulling it in close to him the ref drops down starting his count.

Chase Evans - One!!!… Two!!!…

Allyson Cowell - New world champion!

Simon Layfiled - NO!!!

Dream throw’s Jay in to the air like a rag doll. Jay’s body hit’s the ropes tangling him self up. The top and second rope twisting around Jay’s ankle. Ref Chase tries to un revile Jay’s leg but the ropes locked together crushing Jay’s ankle. Jay struggles trying to free his ankle when he sees Dream sit up in the corner of his eye. Dream climbs up to his feet turning around to face Jay.

Allyson Cowell - This is not good for Jay. He’s completely at The Dark Lord’s mercy.

Simon Layfiled - How quick can a match turn around Dream could man handle the much smaller Jay with out the help of the ropes but with this added bonus I feel real bad for Jay who knows what The Dark Lord as in store for The Canadian Destroyer.

Dream runs in to the opposite ropes bouncing off Dream dives into the air like a flying bear coming down Dream’s head collides with Jay’s a splat of blood marks the white canvas. Dream gets up to his knees then grabbing Jay around the throat chocking him. The air slowly cutting off makes Jays face turn a deep shade of blue. Dream’s head comes down licking the open wound of Jay. The ref still pulling on the ropes and waving his hand calling for some help. After a few seconds two more refs run down to the ring helping the first one try to free Jay’s ankle.

Dream looks back at the struggling refs and tacks it amongst his self to help. Dream pulls Jay up ripping Jay’s ankle free two refs fall off the apron. Dream tosses Jay across the ring his body crashes to the floor in a heap.

Allyson Cowell - Dream should have been disqualified for chocking out Jay.

Simon Layfiled - How much damage you think that rope have done to Jay’s ankle. wouldn’t it be a damn shame if Jay’s leg is all messed up.

Allyson Cowell - A shame it would be devastating to Jay. He have come so far to be stopped by a ankle injury. Oh hold on what’s this…

Dream reatches out grabbing his razor glove but the ref intercepts pulling it out of Dreams hand. Dream looks at the ref with pure hate filling his eyes as the ref quickly backs up. Dream turns around walking back over to Jay who is now on his knees.

Jay hops forward driving his head into Dream’s gut. Dream takes two steps back and then walks on Jay hit’s Dream with another head but to the gut the recklessly tossing him self in to Dream’s knees. Dream goes tumbling to the mat retching down to cradle his knee. Jay using the ropes to pull himself up starts to stamp away on Dream’s knee taking a hold of his ankle and lifting Dream up driving his knee into the mat.

Jay limps over to the corner pointing to the top and asking the fans if they want to see him scale the top turnbuckle. Jay pulls him self up rope at a time slower then he would normally thanks to the enormous amount of pain he’s feeling in his ankle.

Allyson Cowell - He’s taking way to long to get up there.

Simon Layfiled - And look Allyson Jay is only on the second rope and DreamKiller is almost up to his feet.

Jay with all he’s got hops up to the top rope throwing himself backwards into a twisting moon salt, Jay’s body crashes together with Dreams and both men hit the floor hard the fans pop at the pure Arial assault by Jay Ray.

Jay reaches up for the bottom rope one half of his face a crimson mask his eyes showing the pain he’s feeling but yet he fights to his way to the ropes. Dream sites up shaking off the resent attack.

Allyson Cowell - The fans are on the edge of they seats with this David verses Goliath match.

Simon Layfiled - They both want the gold so bad they willing to put they body’s through hell and back.

Dream gets up to his feet his head falling to one side as he watches the Canadian Destroyer pull himself up to his knees blood dripping down his face as dripping on to the mat. Dream lines up Jay changing at him with a huge clothesline both tip and topple over the top rope crashing to the outside. Dream crawl to the ring apron and begins to pull himself up. Jay, already to his feet, hits the bent over DK with a knee to the side of his head. Dream falls like a rock as Jay rolls into the ring. After the ref reaches 5, Jay realizes that he cannot win the title this way. He rolls out of the ring and begins to pick up Dream. Dream pushes of Jay near the bottom of the ramp and hits a big boot onto Jay's chin. DK walks toward the ring but falls just before the apron. After one last pus of energy, he is able to launch his large body through he ropes.

Allyson: This has obviously taken a lot out of both men!

Dream begins to stand as Jay crawls in at about an 8 count. Dream is in the corner rising, Jay is flat on his back. Jayson pops up onto his feet as the fans begin to cheer wildly. He splashes Dreamkiller in the corner sending Dream's massive body into recoil against the ringpost, as Dreamkiller bounces off, it seems as if he is going to crush Jay behind him, however Jay wraps his arms around Dream and hits a massive suplex, landing Dreamkiller in the middle of the ring. The oppertunistic Jay Ray rises to his feet. He plays to the crowd on the east, then the west. He begins to run towards the ring post, but Dream stands up! Jayson does a backflip off the top of the ringpost, but lands right in the arms of Dream! Dream attempts to slam Jay down but Jay begins to crawl down Dreams back, eventually able to topple him into a rollup.

1....2.............3!

No! Dream reverese it into his own rollup, using his powerful shoulders to push Jay against the mat.

1....2...

Jay reverses, this time rolling all the way through to create a boston crab sort of move! Dreamkiller is screaming in pain but never quits. He crawls over to the ropes and begins to toy with them, Jay uses everything left in his body to crawl back to the middle. Dreamkiller looks left...no ropes. He looks right...no ropes. He slams his head up and down to bear the pain as his opponent throws all his weight backwards. Dreamkiller crawls to the ropes again, but only moves two inches as he taps the ground wildly!

Allyson: I don't believe it!

Simon: Am I dreaming!

Katie Rain: Here is your winner and NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....JAYYYYYYSOOOONNNN RAYYYYYYYYYYY

The fans go in a frenzy, jumping over the barrior and charging the ring. The ref drops the title over the fallen body of Jay as confetti falls from the rooftops.

Simon: This has certainly been a special night and will be remembered for a long time!

Allyson: I'm proud of Jay...and what a night!

Simon: Well folks, thats our show, I'm Simon.

Allyson: And I'm Allyson.

Simon: From Madison Square Garden...goodnight!

The show fades off the air with the risen Jay celebrating with his peers.

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