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Last updated: 3-8-98

(It's warm and pleasant outside the Great Western Forum in Los Angeles, California, but inside, the temperature must be 150 degrees. Not because the air conditioning went off inside the arena, but because tonight, the World title tournament picture will become a lot clearer. Tonight, we'll find out for sure who will be in Chicago, fighting for the NWICW's most prestigious prize, the World heavyweight title. And tonight, we'll find out who IS the best tag-team in the NWICW...is it the Masters of Fire, the long-time reigning champs, or the challengers, the dangerous and talented Hellhounds...well, let's not wait much longer, 'cause it's a hot night, and we're ready to explode on TNT!)

(The TNT opening plays on your screen, with superimposed images of your favorite NWICW wrestlers over the TNT logo, including the suspended James "Rocket Man" Girard, Vigilante, Stan "The Heartbreaker" Grubb, the Masters of Fire, and many more. The opening fades into a wild crowd shot, where thousands upon thousands of rabid wrestling fans are holding up their signs, waving frantically into the camera, and just generally creating a mob scene. After several gratuitous crowd shots, we go to the announcers for the evening, Nick Wayne Ortin, and "Classy" Steve Summers.)

Ortin: WELCOME TO THE BEAUTIFUL FORUM in Inglewood, right outside of Los Angeles, California, as we bring you Tuesday Night TNT...wrestling's hottest Tuesday wrestling program.

Summers: Uh, isn't it Tuesday's only...

Ortin: (interrupting) We've got more action tonight than a White House intern reunion, as we have FIVE big matches, including the World Tag-Team title bout featuring The Masters Of Fire against The Hellhounds.

Summers: After watching what The Hellhounds did to Menace 2 Society last Tuesday, I don't think the MOF stand a chance...even though I like Leroy's boys a lot.

Ortin: Fire's going to be doing double duty tonight as well, as he will have to also face Psychopath in a quarterfinal match in the NWICW World Title Tournament...not sure if that was a fair move by President Jean Saint-Paul, but it's done, and there's nothin' we can do about it. As well, we'll have another great tournament match as Maximus_Ordicus faces off against Vigilante.

Summers: A weird situation to say the least, as SOG member Ordicus faces off against a man who will TEAM UP with SOG members Wilde Tanke and Sherman Friday night on Frenzy to face the NWICW team of Jack Black, Troll, and Ace Tanke. Personally, I hope that Vigilante realizes what side his bread's buttered on...Saint-Paul gave him a LOT of money to come here, and he shouldn't take this lightly...

Ortin: We're also going to have a great match-up featuring the Bad Boy Family's Damon M. Xavier against Magnificent Nieba...wait...I'm being told that we're going to have a SPECIAL interview with the legendary ACE TANKE! So let's go to the ring...

Summers: (sarcastically) Oh yeah, this'll be good...

(The lights go low, as Ace's custom fireworks light up the stadium. Ace A. Rodney Tanke and his manager, Harry "Hues" Hues Hollins step through the curtains to an incredibly loud ovation and his theme music blasting in the background. A tank shaped lazer light illuminates the walkway. Ace begins walking to the ring, noticing various "Aceside" t-shirts filling the arena already. He smiles at the sight of the fans cheering for him, then reaches the ring to discuss the upcoming match with his manager Harry Hollins and interviewer Bob Dane as the sound of gunfire over the loudspeakers drowns out his music.)

Dane: Welcome to the arena, gentlemen. Congratulations to you on your victory over Stan Grubb, and you have even more SAFW to deal with, myself aside, in the form of Shades of Grey. They team with Vigilante to take on you, "The Lonestar" Jack Black and Troll. 

Ace: Stan, that was a nice match you put up, just a shame the match didn't have a decisive ending. I can only hope that the six man match ends up as a clean match. 

Hollins: Funny how Wilde wants my daughter Shelly to referee the match with Max, but for that six man she ain't good enough for him. What's the matter, not sure where her loyalties would be? 

Dane: Ace, you have the chance to take on your nephew, Wilde Tanke in that six man match. 

Ace: Yeah, that's the long and short of it! 

Hollins: Meaning it's gonna be a LONG night for you, Wilde, SHORT MAN! 

Ace: We have Lone Star at our sides, and Troll... and the official will NOT be 'Hard Core' Brian Havok! 

(Suddenly, the lights die completely out. Replacing them is a familiar but still eerie gray light fills the arena. On the video wall, we see Wilde and Rebecca Tanke, with Maximus Ordicus standing besides Rebecca, with one arm around her waste. The other one is on Wilde's shoulder. Wilde taps his sister on the shoulder, a sort of an Anke sibling signal, maybe, as she starts speaking. Rebecca is dressed in jeans and a cut off top, with a gray ear ring that looks like an 'R' with a 'W' on top of it. She has a smile on her face.) 

Rebecca: Hey, uncle Acey! Look over here old man! Hey, yeah.. this is us! Me, and my brother and my MAN Maxy got some things to get off our chests! 

(Wilde has a gray vest over a gray t shirt, and dark black pants on. None of those items of clothing nor Wilde's hair look particularly clean. He has a gold pendant around his neck, a Gold colored 'R' shaped pendant, with an 'R' shaped piece of silver over it. One notices Wilde's eyes, with the whites that are actually gray, and the strange grey and gold streaks in his hair.) 

Wilde: (Quietly) The six man match. Three men on each side, we know who is with who now.., And the NWICW worthless title tournament... in which we don't know for sure if the Shades will have a chance at you. I think in my heart that we will reach the end, with a Shades battle, Sherman and Max Ordicus... 

(We switch to another interview spot, where Rampage along with Sherman and CeNedra, are found in side of Rampage's Brooklyn house. Steve and CeNedra are standing close to the stereo which is playing Lost Soulz by Tupac. And Rampage is sitting in a reclining chair, with a cigar in his hand. ) 

Jones: I will NOW threaten Ace Tanke! Ace Tanke, Max is gonna kill you! I have now threatened Ace Tanke! Like, Max? 

(Back to the other location with the Tanke kids and Max.) 

Max: Good job at it! Now, Ace, I still have a few idiots to beat up, but I'll tell you now, I don't care if it is YOU. . . or that other idiot Ring Deacon! There's only two men who have a right to that title, and it's gonna be ME and Sherman for the title, then it's gonna be the Ordicus Drop and the one, two, three, Sherman, buddy, nothin personal, but I WANT that title belt! 

Wilde: (looking up at his older longtime companion} Yeah, well, I'll be managing Sherman, so don't count on it, I mean, by the ppv I'll have beat you two times in a row! 

Max: (Laughs) Let's go back to that idiot Ace Tanke. Hey, Acepes, looks like you got the human free win, Ring Around the Deacon! I mean, what you have he.... 

Ace: (interrupting) Unlike you, I never underestimate an opponent! If you take a close look at reality, you'd see he's lived up to his legend title as of late. Deacon, I know I can expect a TOUGH fair fight from, UN LIKE with you, my niece, and the other Shady thugs you hang around with! 

Wilde: You forgot one last slaughtered soul, 'Unka!' What about the six man match, and what about me? 

(A spotlight cuts through the pale gray lighting to a podiem where Ring Deacon stands alone, proud and defiant!) 

Deacon: Why don't you just shut up, you stupid Raven wannabe! Ace, thanks for the praise. Coming from you it means alot. Tonight I will final put my demons to rest. Tonight I will make history or break a little kids heart. I am asking you to help me with this little boy's medical bills. With two "ICONS" in his corner he will pin this cancer down and win the world title himself. See you later tonight. 

Max: See you in the tourney! (snickers) One av you Max wannabeez! (Max turns and leaves the camera's view) 

Wilde: See you in de six man, old man! 

Rebecca: Same here, Ace old man! (The scene with Wilde, Maximus, and Rebecca fades from the screen) 

(To Sherman and 'Rampage' Damien Jones) 

Sherman: Hey Ace, I must be special, cause I might get to face you in the six man AND the tournament, and then I'll take that world title. Jones, I can't seem to remember, WHY am I the next champion? 

Jones: Cause you're rowdy bowdy! 

Sherman: You know it! 

Deacon: Thought I told you to SHUT UP! 

Ace: Hell with this, why don't we go shut them up? 

(Deacon leaves the podium, and Ace and Hollins exit the ring. As Sherman and Damien mock the actions of the two in the arena, the view of them fades to gray, but the lights in the arena return to normal.)

Ortin: Ok...that was weird.

Summers: Ya think? Man, you really know how to state the obvious...

Ortin: Fans, we'll be back with our opening match, Damon M. Xavier against the Magnificent Nieba, after these messages.

(Call the NWICW hotline! Rebecca Tanke gets down and dirty with the fans...call 1-900-6NWICW9.)

Xavier vs. Nieba
Psychopath vs. Fire
Deacon vs. Tanke
Vigilante vs. Ordicus
Hellhounds vs. Masters of Fire

(The network returns from commercial to a shot of the "Dog of Wrestling", Damon M. Xavier making his way down to ringside, alone. After all, there are no managers or ringside personnel allowed in this singles match, a stipulation put in by Magnificent Nieba.)

Summers: The "DOG" of wrestling? What kind of crap is that?

Ortin: I dunno, but the fans seem to love this guy! Look at him...he's BARKING to the crowd!

Summers: Why does this seem SO familliar?

Ortin: C'mon, sometimes creative borrowing is an art form in itself...

Summers: That would explain your name.

Ortin: What are you talking about?

(Just then, the Magnificent Nieba, one of the hard-luck losers in the NWICW, makes his way down to ringside, without his manager The Great One. Nieba did bring his top hat though, and is pulling rabbits out of it to the delight of the small children in the audience, who don't realize that this guy is really a whacko who belongs in a mental hospital...but no matter. Nieba finally makes it to the ring, and stands across from his opponent, the slightly off-center "Dogg", Damon M. Xavier.)

Ortin: This one should be most interesting, as the newcomer DMX battles the cagey Magnificent Nieba...Billy Panzer's calling for the bell, and this one's underway.

Summers: A dog and a magician...what's the NWICW coming to? Saint-Paul's gotta come up with better gimmicks...

Ortin: What are you talking about?

Summers: You really are a company shill, aren't you Nick Wayne Ortin...what's that spell?

Ortin: I STILL don't know what you're talking about, Summers...anyway, Xavier and Nieba lock up in the center of the ring, and the "Dogg" pushes the Magnificent One back to the corner. He throws a right hand, but Nieba's too quick for him and ducks out of the way, and leg sweeps Xavier to the mat.

Summers: Look at this guy! He makes one great move, and he's jumping up and down like he's won some kind of award!

Ortin: He did win some bowling trophy once...

Summers: (pauses) What does THAT have to do with anything?

Ortin: Just a piece of helpful information for the fans at home, Steve...as the match continues, Nieba catches Damon with an arm-drag, and applies an armbar submission hold to the "Dogg"...Xavier fights his way to his feet, whips Nieba off the ropes, and LEVELS HIM WITH A SHOULDERBLOCK! Xavier comes off the ropes again, Nieba drops down, Xavier rebounds, but Nieba lifts his knee....NO! Xavier with a cradle....one...two...NO! Kickout by Nieba! Nieba to his feet, and Damon LEVELS HIM WITH A VICIOUS CLOTHESLINE, forcing the "magician" to scramble for safety.

Summers: And now the guy's BARKING AGAIN! What's up with that?

Ortin: It's just something he does, Steve...can you let it go?

Summers: Not until you admit the origin of your name.

Ortin: Ok, Steve...my MOTHER named me Nicholas, and my middle name is after my grandfather...

Summers: You're serious, aren't you?

Ortin: YES! 

Summers: Oh, 'cause the initials spelled...

Ortin: (interrupting) Can we get BACK TO THE MATCH, DAMMIT! (exasperated) Nieba climbs up on the apron, and Xavier is right there, NAILING the Magnificent One with a tackle that sends him back down to the floor...and now the DOG IS FOLLOWING HIM!

Summers: Like a puppy....

Ortin: Xavier grabs Nieba, and whips him into the guardrail...DAMN! You could hear the smack of the flesh on that move, as Nieba might be seriously hurt...and now Damon just SPEARED HIM ON THE CONCRETE! It's all "Dogg" right now, as Nieba gets rolled back into the ring.

Summers: Does anyone care if Nieba's hurt? I mean, seriously...

Ortin: Xavier covers Nieba....one...two...thr-NO! Kickout by Nieba again, who is showing tremendous resolve, but I think is overmatched here against the impressive Damon M. Xavier. Nieba cowers to the corner...where that top hat is...THE LIGHTS JUST WENT OUT!

Summers: Damn, this "lights going out" thing is so unoriginal....

Ortin: Ok, the lights are back on...and the MAGNIFICENT NIEBA IS GONE! Where'd he go?

Summers: Maybe he made himself disappear. Thank God! I was getting so sick of his magic tricks anyway...

(Suddenly, a poof of smoke appears in the ring! When the smoke clears, Nieba is back in the ring, and Xavier is apparently out cold.)

Ortin: Huh? What happened? Did Nieba do something? Did someone come down to ringside? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

Summers: I don't know, but I think Nieba's going to win this match....one...two...THREE! Well, at least Nieba finally won a match. Maybe he'll stop doing his magic tricks now.

Ortin: Or, because he won this match, he'll do them FOREVER! How bizarre was this, fans...we don't know if Nieba knocked Xavier out, if someone came out on Nieba's behalf...doesn't matter, 'cause the referee didn't see it and if the ref doesn't see it, it's like it didn't happen. Magnificent Nieba is your winner, and we'll be back with MORE NWICW action after these messages.

(The network cuts to a commercial of "CH-CH-CHIA WRESTLER".)

(Back from two minutes of pathetic and mindless infomercial-like commercials, hawking such products as the "Flowbee", to the mindless entertainment known as NWICW TUESDAY NIGHT TNT!)

Summers: I hate these kinds of matches.

Ortin: What do you mean?

Summers: I really like this Psychopath guy, and I really like Leroy and his Masters of Fire. I hate it when I can't root against a wrestler...

Ortin: Then why don't you be impartial? I know it's a new concept for you...

Summers: Bite me.

Ortin: Well, fans, tonight's encounter should be a dandy to say the least, as no less than Fire, one-half of the World Tag-Team champion MASTERS OF FIRE, will face one of the most dangerous and sadistic wrestlers to hit the NWICW in a long time, Psychopath, with the winner going on to Chicago for the "Final Four" in NWICW's World title tournament.

Summers: What's up with Fire having to wrestle twice in one night? First he's gotta face a twisted 400-pound mental patient, then he's gotta go into the ring to defend his tag-team title belts against the Hellhounds?

Ortin: It was the decision of Jean Saint-Paul...not sure if it was a necessarily fair decision against Leroy Townsend's Masters of Fire...we'll wait and see what happens, as Psychopath makes his way to the ring.

(Psychopath has that sick, twisted, more than slightly off-center smirk on his face as he makes his way to the ring. Everyone who has a piece of paper, a cup of soda, or some kind of food object seems to be throwing it at the "insane" one as he slowly stalks the ring. Along with Psychopath is his partner in crime, the seemingly even MORE demented Asylum.)

Ortin: (shuddering) Man, this guy gives me the creeps...these guys trash television sets, powerbomb female managers, kill children...

Summers: Wait...you don't believe that SAFW twit Rebecca Tanke, do you?

Ortin: Well, it WOULD fit with his personality.

Summers: Give me a break. (looks out to the wrestler's entrance) Now HERE'S some action for you!

(Leroy "Sex Toy" Townsend and Master lead the way as the tag-team champion FIRE makes his way to the ring, NWICW belt around his waist, look of determination and hatred in his eye. Fire's not a small guy, but Psychopath is a MONSTER, and he's going to have to be at the top of his game. As for Leroy, well, he's doing "Leroy-like" things, which is causing either euphoria or nausea among the female fans in the audience.)

Summers: Man, I just WISH I was the "ladies' man" Leroy is...

Ortin: (shaking his head at Summers) Ah, so since your boy "Rocket Man" is suspended, you've taken on a new obsession?

Summers: Well, he does manage the tag-team CHAMPIONS of the world, Ortin...and NO, I don't have an obsession with Leroy...it's kinda like a mutual thing. Two men CAN respect each other without it being a sexual thing, Ortin...geez.

Ortin: (sing-song) Somebody's got a crush...somebody's got a crush...

Summers: STOP IT! Can we call the action?

Ortin: Ok, I guess that would be a good idea, 'cause referee Joe Johnson has called for the bell, and we're underway! Fire and Psychopath lock up in the center of the ring, collar and elbow style...and PSYCHOPATH just THROWS Fire halfway across the ring! 

Summers: Fire's going to have to use his speed and quickness advantage against the bigger Psychopath.

Ortin: Good observation, Steve...I'm stunned. Anyway, Psychopath and Fire lock up again, and this time Fire gets the advantage with a low blow. I don't care how big you are, that hurts ANYONE! Now Psychopath gets whipped into the ropes, and Fire connects with a clothesline...but Psychopath not only DIDN'T GO DOWN, he's SMILING at Fire! He wants him to do it again, and I guess Fire DOESN'T want to do it again, and rolls out of the ring to commiserate with Townsend and Master.

Summers: What a SMART wrestler Fire is...breaking the momentum of Psychopath by taking a breather.

Ortin: Well, Fire'd better pay some attention, 'cause Psychopath is sneaking up behind Fire and just RAMMED HIM INTO TOWNSEND...and now he PRESS SLAMS HIM back into the ring! Psychopath stalking Fire, and kicks him in the gut, followed by a FACE SLAM! Psychopath in control right now, and Fire ONCE AGAIN rolls out of the ring!

Summers: Great strategy by Fire...

Ortin: Getting his butt kicked is a great strategy?

Summers: YEAH! He'll make Psychopath punch himself out, and then Fire'll just pick up the pieces.

Ortin: Fire climbs back onto the ring apron, and Psychopath meets him there with a KICK to the head! But Fire hangs onto the ropes! Psychopath gets a head of steam this time, trying to kick him again...but FIRE MOVED OUT OF THE WAY! And Psychopath crotches himself on the top rope! That has to hurt! Now Fire climbs to the top rope, and DROPKICKS an injured Psychopath off the apron and onto the floor!

Summers: You see...he was just waiting for Psychopath to make a mistake.

Ortin: Psychopath is on the concrete, trying to struggle to his feet, as Fire comes up from behind and runs Psychopath FACE-FIRST into the ringpost! You could hear the clang of Psychopath's skull hitting the ringpost from up here...and the fans liked that action! I think Fire's actually the favorite of the crowd, if you can believe that. Fire manages to roll the big guy in...but wait, here comes Asylum from behind...

Summers: Oh no he won't...THERE'S MASTER! Master and Asylum are going at it now on the floor!

Ortin: This one's degenerated into a brawl now, fans. Fire rolls back into the ring and starts pounding away on Psychopath in the corner...who SEEMS TO LIKE IT! Psychopath is ENJOYING getting walloped by Fire, who can't believe what's going on!

Summers: Man, this guy is SICK! He LIKES TO GET HIT!

Ortin: Fire tries to pick up the big guy for a body slam, but Psychopath BLOCKS it! Fire tries again, but Psychopath NOT ONLY BLOCKS IT, he picks up Fire...OH NO! TOMBSTONE! That'll do it! That'll do it!

Summers: Fire's down, but Johnson's trying to separate Asylum and Master on the floor! 

Ortin: Psychopath has Fire pinned for a thirty count here...finally, Johnson gets Asylum and Master separated, and turns to count the pin...one...two...thre-NO! Fire KICKED OUT! Psychopath can't believe it! I can't believe it! Psychopath is REALLY REALLY PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW! I think he's gonna choke slam the referee or something...but no, he thought better of it.

Summers: And Asylum is taking the opportunity to slide a chair into the ring...the better for Psychopath to choke slam Fire on, I guess.

Ortin: I think that's what's on Mentality's mind, Steve...Psychopath looks like he's going to pick up Fire and drop him on the chair...but NO! Fire kicked Psychopath in the stomach, and just DDT'D THE BIG MAN ON THE CHAIR! It could be over! Asylum tries to get in there to stop the count, but Master grabs his ankle...the count...one...two...THREE! Fire PULLS out the WIN! Fire is the second man in the "Final Four" in Chicago, joining Sherman of the Shades Of Grey...

Summers: What an incredible win for Fire, beating a much larger opponent...but I think this fight between Mentality and the Masters of Fire is still going...Asylum is taking on both Master and Fire...MOF should get out of there 'cause they've got that title defense tonight against The Hellhounds.

Ortin: Now, Psychopath has gotten to his feet somehow and HE'S after the MOF...wow, this brawl is gonna go back all the way to the dressing room, but we've got to step out. We'll be back with more Tuesday Night TNT after these messages.

Summers: Whoopde-damn-do.

Ortin: What are YOU so excited about, Summers?

Summers: This match between two guys that "supposedly" respect each other, Ace Tanke and Ring Deacon. Heh, I mean this is a joke...I don't trust Deacon as far as I can throw him, and I couldn't care less about Ace Tanke. I think I'm gonna go get a beer or somethin'...

Ortin: (grabs Summers and holds him in his seat) You're not going anywhere, Steve. You're going to sit right there, and call what should be a CLASSIC matchup between two of the most impressive wrestlers in ALL of the NWICW, Ring Deacon and Ace Tanke, the winner goes to the "final four" in Chicago...and wouldn't it be somethin' if Ace could go back to the Tanke's stomping grounds with a chance for the belt.

Summers: (sarcastically) It would be awesome...NOT!

(Just then, Ring Deacon's theme music hits the arena's P.A. system, and the "franchise" of the NWICW makes his way out to the ring. Some fans love him, some fans hate him, but there's no doubt in ANYONE's mind who Deacon's allegiances lie with...and they CERTAINLY don't lie with the SAFW, the Shades of Grey, or the "Rebel" Mike D. Deacon steps through the ropes, enters the ring, and raises his hands to the crowd as fireworks explode in the background...)

Ortin: A TREMENDOUS response for Deacon as he gets set for this crucial NWICW quarterfinal match...now let's meet his opponent for the evening, shall we?

Summers: Can we NOT, and say we did?

(The lights go low, as Ace's custom fireworks light up the stadium. Ace A. Rodney Tanke and his manager, Harry "Hues" Hues Hollins step through the curtains to an incredibly loud ovation and his theme music blasting in the background. A tank shaped lazer light illuminates the walkway. Ace begins walking to the ring, noticing various "Aceside" t-shirts filling the arena already. He smiles at the sight of the fans cheering for him, then reaches the ring to prepare for battle...)

Ortin: NWICW referee Billy Panzer, and that's an important aspect here, as NWICW officials are the best in the world, not like some SAFW officials I know...*cough* Adam Stone...*cough* Brian Havok...

Summers: I wouldn't go so far as to say NWICW officials are the BEST, but they're better than SAFW. Hell, at this point, ANYTHING is better than SAFW. 

Ortin: Panzer's checked both men for foreign objects, and rings the bell, and this match is UNDERWAY! Deacon and Tanke meet at center ring, and it looks like Tanke's going to extend his hand in a show of sportsmanship. 

Summers: It's a TRAP! Tanke's gonna sucker punch him...COOL!

Ortin: Deacon looks at Tanke warily, then decides to return the handshake, and we're off and RUNNING! Tanke and Deacon eye each other in the middle of the ring, and then TIE UP! AND BOY DO THEY TIE UP! They're locked in a collar-and-elbow tieup the likes of which I've never seen...all the way around the ring, neither man getting the advantage...FINALLY, Tanke puts Deacon in a neutral corner. Panzer's counting for the break, and Tanke steps away.

Summers: Damn this clean, wholesome WRESTLING! Heh, Deacon'll show his true colors in a moment...

Ortin: You just might get your chance to see, Steve, as Deacon has pushed Ace Tanke against the ropes....Panzer's calling for the break, but instead of breaking, Deacon whips Tanke into the ropes. Deacon drops his head to attempt a backdrop...and Tanke LEAPFROGGED over DEACON! What agility by the big man! Deacon turns around, and is MET WITH A THUNDEROUS CLOTHESLINE by ACE! Deacon gets to his feet, and ACE NAILS HIM AGAIN! Deacon gets to his feet a third time, Ace goes for the clothesline, Deacon ducks, Ace rebounds off the far ropes, and DEACON CATCHES ACE WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Incredible power by the Ring Deacon...and he covers him...one...two...HUGE KICKOUT by TANKE! Both men back off into neutral corners now...

Summers: Where's the blood? Where's the gore? Where's the senseless violence that I've come to know and love from the NWICW? DAMMIT! 

Ortin: It's rather nice to see wrestling in the NWICW, Steve...Ace and Deacon meet in the center of the ring again, and this time, Deacon gets the advantage with a headlock, grinding his forearm into the side of Ace Tanke's head. Ace grabs Deacon's leg, and tries to back suplex him, but Deacon flips over the top, and CATCHES Ace in a sleeper! Ace feels the sleeper coming, and immediately BACKS Deacon into the corner, DRIVING HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Deacon comes off, favoring his back, and Ace NAILS HIM WITH ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE! Tanke covers...one...two...kickout by Deacon. Tanke covers again...one...not even a two count this time.

Summers: (panting) I need violence, man...c'mon, guys....just a little cheap shot....

Ortin: Tanke picks up Ring Deacon...this has been pretty much non-stop action so far...and Ace SUPLEXES Deacon back down to the mat. What a HIGH vertical suplex! Tanke comes off the ropes with a legdrop....BAM! Deacon is down...one...two...NO! Deacon kicks out again! Tanke going for another suplex, but Deacon catches him with an inside cradle...one...two...NO! Great counter by Deacon, who takes the advantage BACK with a clothesline, sending Tanke crashing to the canvas. Deacon picks up Tanke, going for the DEMON DROP...but Tanke feels it and gets to the ropes, breaking the hold.

Summers: (muttering) Not one cheap shot...not one bit of skullduggery...

Ortin: Yes, Steve, and it's GREAT! Deacon whips Tanke into the ropes again, but this time Tanke reverses it, and catches Deacon coming off with a POWERSLAM! TREMENDOUS MOVE by Tanke! Down for the cover...one...two...thr-NO! Deacon wriggled out that right shoulder! And now Tanke's got Deacon in a bearhug! This isn't where Ring Deacon wants to be right now...

Summers: This isn't where I want to be right now either. Ah, I miss Girard more and more every day. He'd make this match exciting...

Ortin: Whatever, Summers. Deacon is struggling, trying to get out of this bearhug anyway that he can...as Ace is basically squeezing the life out of him! Panzer's checking the hand of Ring Deacon now, raising it...and it falls! He does it a second time...and it FALLS! He does it a third time...and it DOESN'T FALL!

Summers: A bearhug? A BEARHUG? This match is probably putting EVERYONE to sleep.

Ortin: I don't think so, Summers....LISTEN TO THIS CROWD! Deacon's fighting the bearhug...and POKES TANKE IN THE EYES to get out of the hold...

Summers: FINALLY! FINALLY a cheap SHOT! HALLELUJAH!

Ortin: Not so much a cheap shot, Steve, as doing what you have to do to win the match.

Summers: You say potato, I say po-tat-o....

Ortin: Deacon is still hurt, though, as Tanke stalks him, now kicking him in the ribs and in the back. Ace picks up him up now, looking to execute the Tanke Crush...BUT NO! Deacon slips over the shoulder of Tanke and HITS THE DEMON DROP! HE HIT THE DEMON DROP! This could do it!

Summers: Thank God...then we can watch some real matches.

Ortin: Deacon is slow to cover Ace, still favoring that back....the cover....one...two...thre-NO! TANKE KICKED OUT! TANKE KICKED OUT! I don't think ANYONE has ever kicked out of the DEMON DROP!

Summers: Well, now someone did...so don't have a cow about it, Ortin.

Ortin: But Ace is still in all sorts of trouble here, and Deacon continues to follow up...going for a brain buster! BAM! He got the BIG MAN up! Down for the cover...one...two...thre-NO! ANOTHER KICKOUT BY TANKE! What an incredible MATCH!

Summers: (muttering again) Can somebody PLEASE assassinate my broadcast colleague?

Ortin: Deacon is on his knees now, talking to himself, unable to BELIEVE that Tanke keeps kicking out of his best moves. Almost perplexed as to what to do, Deacon climbs up to the top rope...

Summers: This isn't something he normally does...this'll backfire.

Ortin: I think Deacon's so frustrated that he's at a loss as to how to beat Tanke! Ace is struggling to his feet, Deacon leaps off with an Asai moonsault...and ACE CAUGHT HIM! INCREDIBLE...AND IN POSITION FOR THE TANKE CRUSH!

Summers: Oh no...god help us...no!

Ortin: Ace has him in the upside down bearhug....and DRIVES HIM TO THE MAT! THE TANKE CRUSH! This'll do it...Panzer counts...one...two...THREE! He got him! Ace Tanke rallies to win this match...INCREDIBLE! What a battle...

Summers: Oh DAMMIT! Now we've got THIS goof in the final four...and having Sherman in it was bad enough.

(Tanke raises his arms in victory as Hollins makes his way into the ring to congratulate his man. Tanke and Hollins embrace, and then go over to check on the condition of a woozy Ring Deacon. Ace help Deacon to his feet, and then raises his arm in a token of victory. Deacon shakes his hand, and motions to Ace and Hollins that he's ok, and the victorious Tanke and his manager leave the ring.)

Ortin: Great show of sportsmanship by Ace Tanke, who moves on to the "final four" in Chicago with an INCREDIBLE win...wait a second...

(Out of nowhere, the "Rebel" Mike D. STORMS the ring, and starts assaulting Ring Deacon from behind, knocking him down with a clothesline. The "Rebel" picks up a woozy Deacon, and nails him with a diamond-cutter move similar to Deacon's Demon Drop.)

Ortin: Oh my GOD! What the hell is HE doing here...after that match...for this guy to ruin it! He's gonna have an opportunity to face Deacon soon enough...why does he have to assault him NOW?

Summers: YES! I guess Rebel's taking over the mantle for the "Rocket Man" as far as excitement and action is concerned...

Ortin: The Rebel is just taunting a fallen Deacon now, slapping him, talking ALL sorts of trash to him....wait a second, I think Tanke is coming back! Ace saw what was happening to Deacon on the monitor, and has stormed the ring to clear house...Rebel gets out of Dodge in a hurry, but I think the damage was done.

Summers: Ah, nothing like a good sneak attack to cleanse the pallet, if you will...

Ortin: You are a sick bastard, Summers.

Summers: Why thank you very much, Nick. Glad you noticed...

Ortin: (disgusted with his "colleague") We'll be back with more TNT after these messages...

Nick Wayne Ortin: Fans, welcome back to more action with the NWICW! Up next is a very interesting matchup, Vigilante takes on the Shades of Grey legend, Maximus Ordicus! 

Steve Summers: Yeah, yeah, don't me started on these two LOSERS! I might just have to walk down to the ring, and slap the taste out of both their mouths!

Ortin: (Deciding to ignore Summers for now] The most interesting piece of this match isn't the fact that it's a matchup between two of the hottest stars today, which it is. It's the AFW franchise taking on the powerful Vigilante! This time, Max is going to have his manager, Rebecca Tanke, while Vigilante will have, as always, his manager Angel! So, do you have any more comments about either of these ladies?

Summers: ExScuse me, I HAPPEN to be a gentleman, unlike you, and like a gentleman, I would never insult any of the hundreds of sluts I've laid!

Ortin: (Turning like he's talking to someone standing right behind Summers) Why look at this, we're being joined by Max and Vigilante. Man, they looked upset, wonder why?

Summers: (Dropping his head set and spinning around in his chair, getting ready to defend himself, i.e. take off running] Hey, Max, Vig, how are ya buddies... ('Classy Scott' then notices that no one is behind him] Hardee har, very funny!

Ortin: Let's get down to the match!

(A voice comes over the public announcement system, along with the classic Seal hit, Gothem City. "From The SAFW, "The Man Who Beat The Man Ten Times Over" He Was the Only Champion to Vacate the World Title in the NWICW. Ladies And Gentleman, Standing 6'8" tall and He Weights in at 360lbs. The One, the Only... Maximus_Ordicus." )

Maximus_Ordicus walks through the curtain along with his manager and girlfriend or lover (they don't say which) Rebecca Tanke hanging on to his arm. She leans over and kisses the former NWICW and AFW world champion on the lips, then turns back, like she's expecting someone.

Shades of Gray bodyguard Joshua Stephen Michael stumbles through the curtains then trips over a wire, falling to the floor. Next out comes "Rampage" Damien Jones, with a half amused one third amused and one forth embarrassed, and helps the six foot five inch J S Mike to his feet.

Ortin: Looks like Max isn't coming alone, I wonder what this could spell for the former cop, Vigilante.

Summers: It means the night before he teams with Shades of Gray, they're gonna kick his butt I LOVE IT!!!

Ortin: Max is signaling that there's one left, I guess. A pink spotlight falls over the curtain, I wonder what that means.

(Through the curtain to the cheers of the fans comes Max's last ring escort, and his official trainer... not to mention Max's sister and one of the two ladies that were vying for Max's attention barley a month ago, Brandi Richardson!!!)

Summers: Whoa who's that?! Is she single? Can I get her number?

Ortin: Actually, that's the sister of Max Ordicus, Brandi Richardson. And she's younger than Wilde, young enough to be your...

Summers: (Interrupting) Don't say it!

Ortin: Ok, how about, she's way too young for you? In any case, Maximus_Ordicus, Rebecca Tanke, J S Mike, Rampage Damien Jones, and Brandi Richardson make their way down the the ring. The fans response is mixed for the Shades of Gray group, who take their time, as the Shades always seem to do, making their way down to the ringside area.

Summers: Someone tell these losers to hurry the hell up, because we've got a match to attend to!

Ortin: Would you like to go tell them? Maybe slap 'em around a little? I'll hold your coat if you want.

Summers: Obviously you want me to go down there so you can, er, steal the spotlight while I'm beating those five idiots up, but, um, I'm MUCH to cleaver to fall for that ruse!

Ortin: Whatever you say. Now we're told we've got Vigilante coming out next, along with his own escorts for this matchup. That should be interesting, I wonder who he's got to counteract the Shades of Gray.

(The opening to the Mission Impossible theme begins to hum over the P.A. Suddenly when the climax of the song approaches, Vigilante & Angel come from behind the curtain. Soon after, the music changes to the one time music of Private Justice, as the other half of that often underrated team, Wilde Tanke, walks through the curtains. Along him, suprisingly, is Fatale, as well as a mysterious man in a trench coat and hat, who's face is hid in the shadows, even with the light shining directly in his face, plus Sherman, and Sherman's ring escort and lover, CeNerda. Christine is not far behind.)

Ortin: Looks like he's countering the Shades of Gray with the Shades of Grey! Both Sherman and Wilde Tanke will of course be teaming with Vigilante against Troll, Ace Tanke, and "The Lonestar" Jack Black in just TWO DAYS from today! If anything goes wrong here between the Shades and Vigilante, they'll only have two days to try to patch things up! And is there bad blood between Wilde Tanke and Maximus_Ordicus or not? If not, why did Wilde choose to accompany Max's opponent? And come to think of it, isn't CeNerda Max's cousin? She's ALSO with Vigilante!

(While Nick Wayne Ortin continues to babble, the crowd gives a mixed reaction to Vigilante and company, as some cheer because they either like him now, or have always liked him. Other's boo because of his new "friends." They make it down the aisle, and stop near the stairs of the ring. There are cheers from the majority of fans, but there are still many pro-Ordicus fans. Vigilante steps in the ring, takes off his "Eternal Vigilante" shirt, and throws it to the fans. He turns around to wait for his opponent.)

Ortin: Wilde walks over the ring post and leans against it, as he usually does when he accompanies Sherman to the ring. Sherman, meanwhile, over talking to Max and Damien, while Brandi and Chris go out and vie for Wilde's attention, with no results.

Summers: Isn't that Christine, the sister of former New Anti AFW Order members, Security and Violence?

Ortin: That's right, younger sister, in fact. She and Brandi have had a little bit of a rivalry over Wilde Tanke, starting at a rather, um, interesting incident on Valentine's Day which SOMEHOW made the air waves. Finally, after a few minutes, the music dies down as the ring starts to empty. Referee Robby Dane, Jr, looks towards both men, and says something about just get the ratings up... WHY is Wilde Tanke CONSTANTLY allowed to pick former AFW officials for NWICW matches?!

Summers: I don't know, but if he has that much pull, IF he has any pull at all, maybe I can get him to get me a raise.

Ortin: Enough scheming. Maximus and Vigilante now square off, and meet in the middle of the ring eye to eye. Max just SHOVES Vigilante backwards and off his feet! But Vigilante gets back to his feet and gets in Max's face again! Max shoves him backwards again, but this time, Vigilante keeps his composure, and comes back to ROCK Max with a pair of right hands to the face! Vigilante goes into the ropes and comes off, only to be mowed down by a lariat by big Max Ordicus!

Summers: Boooring!

Ortin: This is anything but boring! Max responds with a yell that gets the crowd cheering. Vigilante nails Max with a boot to the gut, then takes him over in a side head lock take down. He doesn't hold onto the side head lock, choosing instead to get to his feet and lay the boots into the side of Max Ordicus! Now we get a good shot of Wilde watching on, no expression on the young face of the Shades of Gray. Back to the action, where Max has managed to get back to his feet! He flies into the ropes, and off the other side, where he NAILS the unsuspecting Vigilante with a lariet! He drops to the mat for a pin cover, and gets a two and a forth count on the stunned Vigilante!

Summers: If Max had been a tenth of a second quicker, fourteen point three pound heavier, and user five percent move force on that clothesline, he probably would have gotten the three count.

Ortin: Thank you, Professor Summers!

Summers: Shut up!

Ortin: Max is laying right and left straight fists into the face of Vigilante, trying to soften him up. He now rolls him over, and gets to his feet, and drives a pair of devastating elbows into the neck of the former leader of the Lethal Enforcers!

Summers: The REAL Lethal Enforcers, I might add, NOT the dime store ripoffs you see in that league "up north."

Summers: Vigilante rolls away from Max to buy himself a second, then leaps forward at Max with a forearm shiver! Max is stunned, and Vigilante follows up with a drop kick directly to the face! Impressive move from the six foot four inch two hundred forty five pound idiot, well, kind of anyway... I saw a six hundred pounder do a moonsault in another fed once, did I ever tell you that?

Ortin: Um, that's a little hard to swallow, Summers. Vigilante keeps up the offense, scooping up the well over three hundred pound superstar and SLAMMING him to the mat! Sherman and Angel are both cheering on Vigilante, but Sherman's lady CeNerda seems concerned for her cousin Max.

Summers: Back to the damn action, where Vigilante actually starts choking the life out of Maximus Ordicus! Wilde Tanke yelling for him to fight fair... Wilde DOES seem to be taking sides in this one. Ha! I KNEW this match would set it up for an easy win for Troll over these three idiots!

Ortin: It's NOT a three on one match you know. Meanwhile in the ring, Vigilante pays no attention to Wilde, and yanks Max up by Max's hair. He rakes Max across the eyes, and then scoops up Max Ordicus and SLAMS HIM DOWN to the mat with incredible force! Maximus is stunned. Vigilante turns to the fans.

Summers: Idiot needs to stop asking for permission from these idiot inbred fans and focus on the match.

Ortin: Vigilante does just that, dropping down and covering, one, two, two and a half when Max kicked out with tremendous force! Fans cheering, I think for the kickout.

Ortin: Max gets to his knees, then to his feet as Vigilante gets some words of advice from his lady Angel.

Summers: Vigilante slips behind Max and locks on a sleeper hold on the dazed Maximus_Ordicus! It might be time for Max to take a nice long nap!

Ortin: Max is going down to one knee, I'm a little suprised, maybe I shouldn't be, I mean, Vigilante is a big, powerful man in his own right. But Max starts forcing his way to his feet. Almost forty seconds into the hold, Vigilante gets off, and RAMS a knee into the back of Max Ordicus! I'm a little suprised he never went for his finisher, the Redeemer, there.

Summers: While, he didn't!

Ortin: That's for that insight. Vigilante sees Ordicus stagger forward to the ropes, where Rebecca and Rampage are waiting to give him some advice, and Vigilante takes the opportunity to choke him against the ropes! What the?! Damien just broke that up with a fist to the face of Vigilante, out of the official's view! Wilde notices it, and breaks his streak of total un-movement to rush over and try to keep things calm between Rampage Damien Jones and Vigilante, who seems to be ready to take on Rampage! What's Wilde saying?

Summers: Who cares?!

Wilde: (Holding Damien away from the ring) Calm down, he just need to be caught up to speed, Vigilante! Trust me, I'll take care of this, it won't happen again!

Ortin: J S Mike going over to help Wilde get Rampage away from the ring, they walk with Rampage down about ten feet away from the isle, and soon Fatale goes over as well the help try to sort things out. Meanwhile, in the ring, Vigilante turned around, only to be lariated over top rope by the just recovered Maximus_Ordicus! Meanwhile, Sherman and Brandi Richardson are standing right by Vigilante, along with Angel, checking up on him! And the big man Max Ordicus launches himself into the opposite ropes and comes back at Vigilante, who’s standing up on the outside, with an ORDICUS MISSILE!!! Max just flew OVER the top rope, but Lante gets out of the way, and Sherman and Brandi take the brunt of the impact! I think Max's foot accidentally caught Angel on the way down!

Summers: That was NO accident how can you condone Max kicking a woman?!

Ortin: I'm not condoning it...

Summers (Interrupting): What are you and SAFW sympathizer?

Ortin: Vigilante attends to Angel, who got knocked down, while Max recovers, and sees what he accidentally did to his sister and Sherman.

Summers: (to the producer) Did you hear that, he's an SAFW spy, he just admitted it!! You should fire him on the spot and have me take over as head NWICW broadcaster! (pause) Yeah me, I mean, I've always been and always will be loyal to the NWICW! I'd NEVER dump you like Ortin wants to!

Ortin: (to Summers) Even for you, this is desperate! (Back to the call of the action) Meanwhile, Rebecca's come over to help Max, Sherman, and Brandi recover, while this mysterious man in the trench coat is apparently trying to keep an eye on them all! Did you notice that he never seems to take that hand out of his trench coat?

Summers: (Ignoring him) Yeah, ok, that's a good decision, I agree that he should be given a second chance. That's why I think, no, KNOW, that this is the number one fed in the world! (After making sure the producer can't hear him anymore) Wonder if the SAFW is gonna have a new broadcast team...

Ortin: Could you hold off the auditions and focus on this match please! Vigilante just CLOCKED Max from behind and shot him into the ring! He follows him in after checking to make sure Angel is ok, and goes for a lariat! Max ducks, Vigilante comes off the far side as Max comes into the ropes, Max ducks another lariat attempt, and turns around, waiting for the Vigilant one to come back! This time, Vigilante catches Max square in the chest with a lariat, but he just bounced off the larger Max Ordicus, who was braced and prepared for the impact! Vigilante goes off the ropes, and comes back with a flying cross body block attempt, but Max catches him in mid air and SLAMS him to the mat!

Summers: Hmm.. needs more brawling...

Ortin: Max obliging you, pounding down Vigilante with rights and lefts! He picks him up, and sets him up for the Ordicus Drop, but Vigilante's fighting it! Max lets go of Vigilante, and steps back, then goes for a superkick, but Vigilante ducks and Max NAILS the official Robby Dane, Jr, who collapses to the mat in agony! I don't think he's out of it, however.

Summers: Are you kiddin?' That wimp's probably in a coma by now.

Ortin: No, you can see he's already stirring! Meanwhile, Angel goes to toss that nightstick into Vigilante, but Rebecca grabs it to keep it from going in! Meanwhile, in the ring, Vigilante takes advantage of the distraction to slap the Redeemer on Max Ordicus! But Max is SOMEHOW managing to stay on his feet! Incredible!

Summers: (With a fake-ish yawn) I could do it easy.

Ortin: (Ignoring him) Vigilante lets go of the hold, only to drop Max to the mat with a reverse DDT, then slap the hold on again!

Summers: Isn't that Wilde's finisher?

Ortin: The Slaughtered Soul is very similar to that, yes. Outside the ring, Rebecca and Angel are still fighting over that nightstick, while Christine seems to be checking up on Brandi. But Christine also seems o be keeping an eye on Wilde, who turns and notices them, and goes over, I guess to make sure nothing happens. Meanwhile in the ring, Vigilante goes over to see what's with the official. Rebecca sees that he's got the official Robby Dane to his feet, then puts all her six foot two inch pound body into getting the nightstick, and gets it out of Angel's hands seemingly without much effort! She tosses it to Vigilante? What the?!

Summers: It's pretty obvious "What the?!" Vigilante instinctively caught the nightstick, and referee Dane Jr, is calling for the bell! Vigilante was disqualified for being stupid enough to fall for that AFWer's stupid little plan!

Ortin: It looks like you're right, and that Maximus_Ordicus is the winner by disqualification, and Vigilante doesn't look to happy with that decision, as he starts to lay into Ordicus! The entire Shades rushing the ring, and Vigilante turns around and scoots to an empty ring corner as if to try to hold them all off with that nightstick! Looks like the AFW's plans for the six man match are falling apart!

Summers: You've got that right, crack me open a beer, I'm in the mood to celebrate! Oh no.. that little rat boy... Afterlife Wilde Tanke, or should I say, Wise Ass Wilde Tanke, is making his way through all the Shades to get to Vigilante.

Ortin: And that IS all the Shades who came down to the ring with either Vigilante or Max in the ring. I think Wilde is trying to assure Vigilante that they're not there to gang up on him, and as much as I hate to say it, I honestly think he's right!

Summers: Traitor!

Ortin: No just being honest. Brandi and CeNerda trying to help Max to his feet, and they seem to want Ordicus and Vigilante to shake hands and make peace. Fans, we won't get any peace if we don't take this commercial break immediately, so we'll be back after these messages!

Summers: Man, these guys are gonna kill each other, my troll Man, er, I mean, my man Troll's gonna have an easy time with these losers! Hahaha!

(Yes, it's main event time here on TNT...a battle between arguably the two top tag-teams in the NWICW, the Hellhounds and the Masters of Fire. After the incredible goings on of tonight, after the assaults and the backstabbing and the INCREDIBLE matches, this should be the pentultimate...a title match, on TNT, in front of Tuesday night's largest audience for professional wrestling...actually, Tuesday's ONLY audience for wrestling, but we digress.)

Summers: I have been looking forward to this one all night! Too bad they had to screw Fire by making him wrestle earlier...it's gonna be very difficult for the MOF to retain their titles, especially after that BRAWL they got into with Mentality.

Ortin: I gotta agree, Steve. Jean Saint-Paul didn't do the Masters of Fire any favors by making one of them wrestle twice in one night...but so far, the MOF is 1-0, as Fire advanced to the "final four" in Chicago, along with Maximus Ordicus, Ace Tanke, and Sherman...should be an incredible night of wrestling...

Summers: It'll only be cool if Leroy's boy wins the tournament...couldn't give a rat's ass about the other three to tell you the truth.

Ortin: Well, that's you opinion Steve....(listening in headset)...wait a second. Fans, I've just been given word, and you won't believe this...but we will have a match at the PPV between the "Rebel" Mike D. and Ring Deacon...in a STEEL CAGE! That's right...these two long-time rivals, the "franchise" of the NWICW and the traitor Mike D., will go at it at Annihilation in a STEEL CAGE! That's an incredible announcement in and of itself...but there's MORE! As well, Deacon and the "Rebel" will get a little taste of each other, as they will face off this Friday on FRENZY!

Summers: Now THERE'S potential for violence!

Ortin: Fans, Annihilation is shaping up to be something special...we'll have the "final four" of the NWICW World Title Tournament, a cage match between Deacon and Rebel...and I'm sure there will be MORE matches announced in the days to come...but we've got a World Tag-Team title match now, fans, so let's go to the ring for the introduction of the challengers, The Hellhounds.

(The Hellhounds are announced by the ring annoucer, Michael Buffet, and make their way down to the ring, manager Lou Cipher in tow. They're focused, vicious and angry...and anyone who saw their WILD match last Tuesday against Menace 2 Society knows that they are a team to be reckoned with. Fireworks explode over the ring as Psycho and Reaper step through the ropes...ready for battle.)

Ortin: The Hellhounds come in here fresh and ready for battle, a distinct advantage over their opponents, the NWICW World tag-team champions...

(Just then, who should appear but the World tag-team champions, Master and Fire, a little worse for wear from their encounter with Mentality earlier this evening, but ready to do battle nonetheless. Master and Fire stop in the middle of the wrestler's walkway for some unknown reason, almost laughing at the Hellhounds. Psycho and Reaper stare at the MOF, wondering what the hell is going on...and are about to jump out to attack the champions when...)

Summers: Speaking of VIOLENCE...

Ortin: OH MY GOD! Here come Menace 2 Society! Fishbrain and Unity have jumped into the ring to assault the Hellhounds from behind...it looks like they have CHAIRS in their hands...they want payback from last Tuesday night, and they're trying to extract some revenge right now! Fishbrain just SLAMMED that metal chair across the back of the head of Reaper, knocking him to the canvas...while Psycho is trying to fight off Unity...but Fishbrain helps out his tag-team partner by SLAMMING the chair across the back of Psycho...and now the two M2S men start POUNDING on the Hellhounds...this is BRUTAL!

Summers: Heh, and look at this! MOF is just watching from the wrestler's walkway...enjoying it! Leroy even stole some kid's popcorn and is eating it while he watches the carnage! CLASSIC!

Ortin: Well, they'd better look behind them, 'cause I think Psychopath and Asylum are BACK!

Summers: MORE VIOLENCE! Man, this makes that Ace Tanke/Ring Deacon match almost worthwhile...

Ortin: Psychopath and Asylum jump the Masters of Fire from behind, and now THEY'RE brawling in the wrestler's walkway...Asylum just rammed Fire into the steel guardrail, and Psychopath and Master are trading punches down the walkway to the ring...this is getting to be just like....a BATTLE ROYAL!

Summers: Is there even going to BE a title match?

Ortin: I think that there's going to be some broken bodies, but no, I don't think there'll be a title match. In fact, referee Joe Johnson just threw this match out...this one's a no-contest...wait, here comes....Magnificent Nieba & Himalayan Hondo....the TITANS are HERE! And they're now attacking Mentality AND the Masters of Fire....

Summers: This is getting out of control....COOL!

Ortin: More WRESTLERS are coming down to the ring...here comes ALL FOUR of the Power Express....here come Sandstorm...this thing is INSANE! Sandhawk and Sandsnake IMMEDIATELY go after the Collins family, and THEY'RE brawling INTO THE CROWD! Bret Savage and Shawn Douglas attack Mentality, the Masters of Fire are battling Hondo & Nieba, the Hellhounds and Menace 2 Society have brawled out into the street...we need some security here...

Summers: NO WE DON'T! This RULES! Look at the trail of broken bodies...

Ortin: Sandhawk just leaped off the mezzanine ONTO Darion Collins, who was IN THE CROWD! My God, he could've HURT A FAN! Magnificent Nieba and Himalayan Hondo are going to double superplex Master off a table onto the concrete...but NO! Master just DOUBLE-DDT'D them...this thing is out-of-control, and fans, we're out of time...

Summers: NO! NO! NO! To deprive the fans of this kind of insanity would be wrong!

Ortin: Well, we're goinna have to do it...for "Classy" Steve Summers this is Nick Wayne Ortin, saying so long from Los Angeles!

(The brawl continues throughout the Forum as the credits for Tuesday Night TNT roll.)