(JB) Now it's just a matter of waiting for Bishop. He'll be facing the winner of Diamond Del Carver vs Ron Barker which we'll see later tonight. Let's take a look at those nifty brackets.

(JB) It'll be an intense battle with either DDC or Ron Barker, if both men don't kill each other first.

(Tom) Maybe Bishop will find himself with a Bye into the Championship match?

(JB) We can only wait and see.

We open up backstage focused on a steel blue door, and for several seconds, nothing happens. Suddenly we see the door swing inwards and to the right, and through the door comes the Wild Boys, worked over hard from their match. Snake is holding his head whilst CB is obviously hurting in his midsection area. When they get to a set of gray metal chairs, Snake tosses one of them to side in frustration.

(Snake) I can't believe you, Tyrone...

(CB) Well, if you had followed the plan-

(Snake) Followed the plan? FOLLOWED THE PLAN!? The plan was to get Wilson back!

(CB) No, the plan was to beat T3h 1337 to a bloody pulp, then get Wilson back when they're down and out.

(Snake) What the hell is wrong with you, Tyrone? I have a friend who was kidnapped, and possibly tortured, and all you want to do is win a freaking match instead of helping your friend out!?

(CB) I was trying to help you get Wilson back, but at the same time, I was also trying to save our reputation as a tag team. Us getting Wilson back needed to be a team effort… We had to systematically take them out instead of running head first into the battle. And that's what we did! You have Wilson back, and we picked up the win!

(Snake) Oh yeah? And what would the plan have been if we didn't get Wilson back? Would you have still said to systematically take out The 1337? Or would you have pulled your greedy head out of your ass to help me? Our "teamwork," it's really sucked as of late, and I think it's because you're so dead set on winning the tag team titles instead of making sure your friends are all in one piece.

(CB) Snake, in case you didn't realize it, Rurik Krychek hit his finisher off the top rope, and had I not tagged myself in when I did, what happened to you would've been far worse had I left you to the wolves.

(Snake) Yanno what? At this point, I think you "leaving me to the wolves" would've been your best option, cause all you care about is winning matches. You need to realize that friends are more important than winning matches...

Crazy Boy, not sure how to respond to that, just watches as Snake walks out of the room in frustration as the scene comes to a close.

(JB) Jeeze... What has gotten into Snake? The Wild Boys finally reach some degree of success and then they go back to fighting.

(Tom) Seems like he's being a little ungrateful towards Crazy Boy after all that Tyrone has done for him lately.

(JB) I think Snake just might be a little over concerned about his friend Wilson.

(Tom) Wilson is a freaking volleyball that Snake has been talking to for like a year now. He needs to get his head checked.

(JB) Volleyball or not, Snake sees him as a friend.

(Tom) And Crazy Boy wants to see the tag titles around their waists for the first time in their long career of tagging together.

(JB) Fair enough. We'll have to wait and see where this takes the Wild Boys. Up next, we've got a heated rematch between The Farmer and Mike Stryker.

(Tom) Not that I like either of these guys, but I hope Fitzpatrick-McCarthy loses. I'm not big into farms.

(JB) Well that's a terrible thing to wish upon someone. We all know that Michael needs some major bucks to save his farm, and while he's been impressive in the ring as of late, victory hasn't often been on his side, like last week when Ron Barker roughed him up.

(Tom) His farm, his problem.

(JB) I think his problem right now is going to be Mike Stryker, who laid down a big challenge to silence all those critics who said he wasn't a legit Atlantic Champion. This one is going to be a slobberknocker.

A fire alarm and siren erupt over the speakers as the opening seconds of Third Reich From The Sun by Hanzel und Gretyl signify the imminent entrance of Michael Fitzpatrick-McCarthy. The song bursts into its horrible glory as the impressive looking Canadian steps onto the stage to a huge roar from the crowds, as he holds his arms aloft. The Farmer stands still on the top of the stage and takes in the huge ovation that the crowd are granting the impressive rookie before he starts on his way to the ring. He begins slapping hands on his way down and generally being a real sweetheart to the NAFW fans, before sliding under the bottom rope and springing to his feet in the centre of the ring. Throwing his arms in the air again, The Farmer finishes off his entrance by climbing on the bottom rope and taking another of wave of cheers from the crowd.

The house lights go down as Til I Collapse by Eminem begins to play through the arena. As the song goes through its dark intro, various scenes from NYC come across the NAFWTron.

YO LEFT, YO LEFT, YO LEFT RIGHT LEFT!!

As the line repeats and the dialogue of the song starts in the background, the scene changes to a simple panoramic of the NYC Skyline. When the drums kick in, lightning fills the sky with each beat, and through the cloud cover, the word STRYKER can be made out with each bolt of lightning. When the song finally kicks in, The house lights come up, with a bright white light punctuating each clap in the songs beat. Mike Stryker comes out in his black sweatshirt, hood up, hair hanging down in front of his face. Striker has the Atlantic Championship Title belt slung over his shoulder as he marches out, and as the crowd gives a roar of approval, he raises his right fist over his head. He gives the crowd a quick look before he begins marching himself to the ring, oblivious to the cheers.

Stryker Rolls under the bottom rope and gets up on the opposite turnbuckles, again raising his fist as the crowd roars once more. He crosses the ring and repeats the action to another cheer. He dismounts from the buckles and pulls off his sweatshirt, tossing it aside and pacing the ring, waiting for the match to begin.

(Troy) Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit, and is for the NAFW ATLANTIC CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger! From Toronto, Canada…this is THE FARMER… Michael Fitzpatrick-McCarthy! His opponent is the reigning and defending Atlantic Champion…from New York, New York…THE BIG CITY HITMAN…MIKE STRYKER!

As soon as Mike Stryker hands his championship belt over the top rope, The Farmer attacks! The Farmer charges at Stryker like a wild bull knocking him down. Not giving him chance to get up and become attentive, The Farmer stays on the attack with Mike Striker. Dropping right into a mounted position on the champion, The Farmer buries lefts and rights into the temple of Mike Stryker! The shots never cease for the moment, and all the champ can do is lie there and snap his neck back from the jolts. Finally, referee Phil Redding reaches down and literally pulls Fitzpatrick-McCarthy off of Mike Striker; since he was using hard closed fists. The Farmer then looks at the crowd, and yells, completely pumped up with adrenaline.

This gives Mike Stryker a chance to regroup himself and get a chance to realize where he is in the ring. Both men back on their feet now, and the champion drives a forearm shot upside the head of The Farmer. Reeling back, The Farmer goes into the ropes...and rebounds with a big boot. Mike Stryker absorbs the boot and comes back with a wicked lariat, sending his challenger to the mat.


With The Farmer in the downed position, flat on his back, The Atlantic Champion wastes no time whatsoever. He drops an elbow, but quickly stands to his feet. He drops another, and routinely does the same. Finally, making like he's going for a third one, the champion changes the direction and drops a leg across the throat of The Farmer, making a lateral cover soon thereafter.

One!

Two!

NO!

Fitzpatrick-McCarthy gets the shoulder up.

(JB) Quick start to this match up, Tom. The Farmer came charging right out of the gate.

(Tom) Right out of the pigpen, you mean. This hick isn’t going to beat Mike Stryker. He’s not going to beat anybody. He can’t even wrestle, he’s just a dumb hillbilly trying to prove something, but all he’s proving is that cousin’s shouldn’t marry.

As The Farmer gets a shoulder up, he manages to clock Stryker right in the ear with his fist, catching the Atlantic Champion off guard. Stryker recoils a bit, holding his stinging ear, allowing The Farmer the chance to get to his feet. The Farmer goes for an abdomen straight kick, but Stryker catches it and nails The Farmer upside the head with a perfect enzuguiri! The Farmer lands with both shoulders down on the mat. The Atlantic Champion makes the cover…

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Mike Stryker picks The Farmer up by the back of the head, and lifts him up into a fireman's carry position over his shoulders and then brings The Farmer down to the mat, with a fallaway slam! The crowd winces as The Farmer's body bounces off the mat from the high impact. Measuring him up now, Mike Stryker grabs a hold of The Farmer's head in a front face lock position, jamming forearm shots to the upper back region of The Farmer, obviously softening up his neck some. Then, he falls straight to the mat with a front face DDT.

Stryker pulls The Farmer back up to his feet, but then sends him right back down with a short arm clothesline. Stryker pulls The Farmer to his feet again, and locks him up for a moment, and then slowly and methodically twists him around…and then executes a reverse rude awakening style neck breaker. Stryker pulls The Farmer up, and swings him into the air, and then nails him with a knife-edge chop across the neck! Stryker repeats the move, and then shoves The Farmer over rope NECK FIRST!

(JB) THAT’S GOT TO BE IT! Cover by Stryker: One! Two! No!

(Tom) Kickout by The Farmer. Man he’s really taking a beating here.

Stryker heads to the outside, and up top. He crouches patiently on the top rope, waiting for The Farmer to stand. The Farmer slowly gets up, holding his neck tenderly, and looking around groggily. It appears that he doesn’t realise that Stryker is waiting for him on the top rope. The Farmer turns around, and Stryker comes flying off the top, straight towards The Farmer with a Torpedo Dropkick. The Farmer sees him, and just in the nick of time, side steps! Stryker misses, and hits the canvas at full speed.

The Farmer wastes no time. The Farmer grabs Stryker, and pulls him to his feet. McCarthy starts to wail away on Mike Stryker with a flurry of punches and kicks. Stryker grabs The Farmer’s arm, and whips him into the far corner. The Farmer hits the turnbuckles at full speed, back first. Stryker tries to follow with a clothesline, but The Farmer gets his foot up. The Atlantic Champion’s head snaps back as he gets The Farmer’s boot to the face. Stryker falls right in front of the corner. The Farmer balls up his hand and nails Stryker with a fist drop, which lands squarely.

Stryker quickly scrambles to his feet, and The Farmer and Stryker start to trade punches. The Farmer looks to be winning the slugfest, when Stryker holds both his hands in the air, and violently CHOPS down on both sides of The Farmer’s neck. The Farmer immediately goes limp. Stryker wastes no time, and locks up The Farmer. With a huge effort, Stryker hoists The Farmer into the air for the suplex. Both men hit the mat with a resounding thud, and bounce off the mat a few inches with the impact. Stryker wastes no time, and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

The Farmer slings his leg over the bottom rope, just as the ref's hand is coming down for the three count! Mike Stryker is irate. He gets off The Farmer, and starts to argue with the ref, accusing him of a slow count. The Farmer reaches up, and rolls Stryker up…

One!

Two!

No!

At the last minute, Stryker kicks free with all of his might, breaking up the pin attempt by The Farmer. Stryker gets up, enraged at The Farmer for almost surprising him. Stryker begins violently stomping away at The Farmer over and over again. Stryker grabs both of The Farmer's legs and locks them into a figure four with his arms, and then steps over him, forcing his challenger to roll over onto his stomach. Keeping the legs tied up, Stryker kneels down and leans back!

(JB) The New York Cloverleaf! The Atlantic Champion has his patented submission hold clamped on tight!

(Tom) Ha! Look at The Farmer screaming in pain! He can’t get out, and he can’t take the pain! Look at him thrashing around! He’s going to tap…HE TAPPED! HE TAPPED OUT!

Sure enough, Mike Stryker’s music erupts from the sound system and the referee hauls his arm high into the air, as The Farmer gives up.

(Troy) Here is your winner and STILL ATLANTIC CHAMPION…MIKE STRYKER!!!

(JB) Another tough loss for the Farmer, but who can blame him?

(Tom) I wouldn't tap out to the New York Cloverleaf. You know what they say about New Yorkers, right?

(JB) No, I don't. Why don't you enlighten me.

(Tom) Look it up on the Wiki then. Noob.

(JB) Maybe I will. Moving on... If you though that last match was intense, wait until you see what's on store for our next contest.

(Tom) Ripcord versus Chronic?

(JB) What? No! Diamond Del Carver vs. Ron Barker. This match has been in the making for a long time, and now it's finally going to go down inside an NAFW ring as a part of the Ultimate Showdown Tournament!

(Tom) Whoop-de-do. Neither of these outsiders belong in this tournament.

(JB) I beg to differ. Both men have proven their worth to the NAFW, and one of them could very well be our Foundation Heavyweight Champion at the end of tonight.

(Tom) Ha! No one is going to be NAFW's very own Keith Owens. The Foundation Heavyweight Championship is as good as his.

(JB) We'll see about that.

”South Texas Deathride” by Union Underground starts to play. A spotlight starts to scan the crowd, and the camera follows. The light comes to a sudden stop on the second deck, where standing in the middle of a crowd of cheering fans, we see Diamond Del Carver. The Hardcore Outlaw is standing calmly amidst a hoard of cheering fans, who are slapping him on the back. Carver is decked out in his usual black biker boots, faded jeans, and he is wearing a sleeveless T-shirt with the Pay Per View logo across the chest. As always, Carver has a black leather eyepatch covering his left eye. Carver also has a small brown mini-cigar clenched between his teeth, and a calm expression on his face. Finally, as the music continues to play and the camera follows him, Diamond Del Carver starts to stride through the crowd. He descends the stairs from the upper level to the floor level seats in the arena, and then he starts to weave his way through the fans, to the ringside area. Carver is slapping "high fives" with many of the fans as he works his way through the crowd. Finally, he makes it to the ringside area, where he climbs over the crowd barricade, and casually rolls into the ring. Diamond Del Carver walks across the ring, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and holds his arms out to the fans. The crowd roars in recognition and appreciation.

As Diamond Del Carver soaks up the cheers from the sold out crowd, the camera goes to the entranceway at the top of the aisle again. The name RON BARKER appears on the NAFWTron, and Barker strides into the aisle, with a look that could melt lead on his face. Barker calmly marches up the aisle with an air of determination and defiance. He climbs the steps into the ring, and shoots a look of disgust at The Hardcore Outlaw. Carver shouts something at Barker, and Barker shakes his head sadly.

(Troy) This next match is scheduled for one fall, with a 45 minute time limit and is a Quarterfinal Match in the ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN. Introducing first, in the corner to my right, from Texarkana, Texas, The Hardcore Outlaw…DIAMOND DEL CARVER! His opponent in the opposite corner, from Toronto Canada, RON BARKER!

Troy Gilmore quickly leaves the ring, and Walt Mason stands in the middle of the ring, giving instructions to both men. The bell rings, to start the match, and Del Carver and Ron Barker stand face to face, staring at each other. Neither man moves, or even blinks. Finally, Del Carver slowly back up, and points to the mat, and moves his hand from right to left and then points as Ron Barker, and beckons. Ron Barker rolls his eyes, and steps over the line, right into Del Carver's face. The tension in the air is thick, as Ron Barker and Carver stand nose to nose. Both of their mouths are moving, and they are obviously talking trash to each other, but whatever it is they are saying cannot be made out, due to the deafening noise of the crowd. It looks as if every fan in the arena is on their feet, cheering as The Hardcore Outlaw and his long time nemesis stand in each other's faces, locked in a stare down.

(JB) Oh man the intensity level is up there tonight! People have been literally waiting for YEARS to see Del Carver and Ron Barker face off, one on one. These two men have never met, and only the NAFW could bring it to you.

(Tom) Enjoy it while it lasts. Ron Barker is finally going to put an end to this sad effort to reclaim his youth by Diamond Del Carver.

Finally, Ron Barker shoves Del Carver with both hands on the chest. Carver stumbles back a few inches, smiles, and then shoves Ron Barker back. Ron Barker shoves Carver again, and again Carver returns the gesture. Ron Barker says something to Carver. Del Carver derisively slaps Barker right across the face with a backhand. The crowd gasps in shock. Ron Barker, holds his face for one moment, smiles icily at Carver, and then FLATTENS him with a punch to the jaw, as the crowd goes NUTS!

Carver gets up to his knees, and then charges at Ron Barker, tackling him to the mat! Carver is on top of Ron Barker for a moment, and starts assailing him with a barrage of lefts and rights. Punches are flying from both fists of Diamond Del Carver, hammering down on Ron Barker. Ron Barker does not panic, or back off, and instead he begins to return the punches, shot for shot! Carver and Ron Barker roll around the ring, back and forth, brawling wildly as the fans continue to stand on their seats and cheer themselves hoarse. It is almost hard to make out who is who, with the fists flying so quickly and the two fighters rolling around on the mat, trading punches, back and forth, the advantage shifting with each punch.

Finally, Ron Barker gets to his feet, and grabs Carver as he is starting to get up. Ron Barker locks Carver up by placing his arm over Carver's shoulder, and reaching across the front his body with his right arm...Ron Barker lifts Carver up, and falls back throwing Carver over his head in an exploder suplex! Carver sails through the air, and hits the mat like a ton of bricks, stunned. Before Carver can even start to get up again, Ron Barker hooks Carver up, and hoists him into the air in a high vertical suplex. Instead of dropping him to mat immediately, Ron Barker holds Carver aloft for a moment, and then finally drops to the mat. Ron Barker leaps to his feet, and hooks the dazed Carver up AGAIN. Ron Barker stomps his foot and flings Carver back through the air again with a lightening quick snap suplex! After the three successive suplexes, Ron Barker makes the cover...

One...

Two...

Before the ref can count three, Carver kicks out. Ron Barker backs up, and waits patiently for Carver to rise. It looks as if Barker is setting Carver up for another attempted suplex, but Carver fires upwards with his fist as he gets to his knees, nailing Ron Barker in the midsection!

(JB) What intensity we’re seeing here tonight! Ron Barker and Del Carver engage in a brawl all over the ring, but then Ron Barker gains the upper hand using his technical skills. Now Carver is trying to make it into a brawl again!

(Tom) You know why? Carver can’t wrestle half as good as Barker. Ron Barker is a world class wrestler and Carver is a drunk old brawler.

Carver wastes no time in burying another body shot to the midsection of Barker, and then another. Ron Barker starts to back off a little bit, and Carver flattens him with a boot right to the face! Carver pulls Ron Barker to his feet, and throws him into the ropes, and then catches him coming off with a big lariat clothesline. Ron Barker hits the mat, and Carver starts to stomp away at the midsection of Barker. Carver backs up, comes off the rope, and buries a kneedrop to the solar plexus of Ron Barker. Carver then pulls Barker to his feet, stands behind him, and hoists him up into the air for what appears to be an atomic drop, but in mid-air, Carver deftly spins Ron Barker over, and then drops him across his knee for a gutbuster! Carver covers...

One...

Two...

Ron Barker kicks out and shoves Del Carver off. Carver grabs Ron Barker by the back of his head, and forcibly guides him to his feet. Carver grabs Barker around the wrist, and Irish Whips him into the corner turnbuckles, back first, at high speed. Carver follows right behind Ron Barker, and as soon as Barker hits the corner, The Hardcore Outlaw follows him in with a knee right to the gut! Ron Barker doubles over in pain, and starts to slump down... Del Carver backs up a few feet as Ron Barker slumps down in the corner. Del Carver puts one hand on the top rope on each side of the corner to brace himself, and then starts to stomp away at the gut of Ron Barker over and over again. Carver continuously stomps at the midsection of Barker.

The referee instructs Carver to back off, and let Ron Barker up, since Del is using the ropes as leverage as he kicks and stomps away on Barker. Carver ignores the referee and continues to stomp on Ron Barker. The ref finally starts to administer a standing count on Carver, threatening to disqualify him. Carver raises his hands and backs off. Ron Barker remains slumped in the corner, so finally Carver grabs him by the wrist, and forcibly pulls him to his feet. Carver stands behind Barker, hooks him up for what appears to be a Russian Leg Sweep, but then drives him forward to the mat face first. Carver rolls Barker over, makes the cover, and hooks the leg...

One...

Two...

Ron Barker kicks out, and pushes Carver away. Once again, Carver grabs Ron Barker by the back of his head, and forcibly guides him to his feet. Del goes behind Barker, and reaches around his body with one leg, so it is around Ron Barker's side and between his legs, and Carver hooks Ron Barker's leg, on the same side as his. Carver forces Ron Barker down into a sitting position, with his leg still positioned around Barker's body and in-between his legs, and then applies an inverted face lock! Carver REARS back once he has the hold locked in...a seated abdominal stretch with a facelock, also known as…

(JB) Diamond Deathlock! Diamond Deathlock! Del Carver has Ron Barker in the Diamond Deathlock! Could this be it!

(Tom) Calm down JB! No way! Barker is not going to tap, I don’t care what you or these stupid fans think!

Ron Barker bellows in pain, as Carver leans backwards with all of his strength, applying maximum tension, stretching Barker’s abdominal muscles. Ron Barker swings his arms wildly, but Carver will not release the torturous hold. Carver has now repeatedly punched, kicked and stomped the midsection of Ron Barker, as well as hitting him with a gutbuster. Now he is stretching Ron Barker with ALL of his strength, trying to weaken him...but Ron Barker will not submit. The crowd is cheering, stomping and clamping, as Carver continues the pressure, and repeatedly rocks back and forth, trying to increase the pull on the abdomen of Barker. Carver is now sweating profusely, and gritting his teeth as he keeps the submission hold locked in.

Referee Walt Mason has gently crouched next to Ron Barker, and asks him verbally if he wants to give up. Ron Barker loudly shouts NO! Carver keeps up the pressure, and rears back as hard as he can. Ron Barker screams in pain, but he will not submit. Carver keeps the hold clamped on. Ron Barker continues to struggle, but slowly, his strength begins to fade. His arms go limp, and he stops moving. The referee checks his arm. It drops once. It drops twice. The fans are on their feet, knowing that if his arm drops the third time, Carver will be declared the winner. Ron Barker's arm starts to drop, but at the last minute, he holds it aloft! Carver starts to shake his head in anger, as Ron Barker starts to struggle and fight. Despite Carver bearing down, and using the all the leverage and pressure he can muster...Ron Barker rises to his feet! Carver starts to cuss, as Ron Barker pulls his head out, shakes, and with massive effort, reaches back and throws Del Carver over in a hip toss to escape the seated abdominal stretch!

Carver sails through the air, and lands flat on his back in front of Ron Barker. Ron Barker is groggy, but just as Del Carver gets up, Barker manages to shoot a spot dropkick, and take out the right leg of Del Carver! Carver hits the mat, and his hands immediately go to his right leg. Del Carver is flat on his back, clutching his right leg, and Ron Barker slowly walks over, grabs Carver's leg, and then vaults himself over Carver, while holding onto the leg, which snaps The Hardcore Outlaw's leg violently! Carver spasms with pain on the mat, and holds his right knee, grimacing in pain. While Del Carver is lying on the mat in agony, holding his leg, Ron Barker has a chance to recover from the Abdominal Stretch. Ron Barker slowly walks to the corner, and goes out the apron. As the fans start to murmur in excitement, Barker climbs to the tope rope, and measures Del Carver off carefully... Ron Barker FLIES through the air, and lands a perfect flying elbow smash, right across the right leg of Del Carver! Carver convulses in agony, and SCREAMS as Ron Barker has driven a precision elbow, right into the side of his right knee, all the way from the TOP ROPE! Carver is in total misery, and is rolling around on the mat, just cradling his leg.

Ron Barker gets to his feet again, and then stands over Del Carver. Ron Barker stands up straight, directly over Carver, and then holds his arm over his head, and drops another elbow, this time from a standing position, right into Del Carver's right knee. Ron Barker is now flawlessly executing his game plan, as Carver is immobilized on the mat from the continued assault. Ron Barker stands back up, and then drops his knee onto Del Carver's right leg! Ron Barker grabs Carver's right foot, and spins Carver onto his front...

(JB) It is obvious that after the drop kick, leg snap mare, and now the elbow smash, Ron Barker plans to focus on the right leg of The Hardcore Outlaw!

(Tom) DUH! You think so?

Carver is trying desperately to crawl away, but Ron Barker lifts Carver's right leg into the air, and then spikes his knee right into the mat! The crowd gasps. Ron Barker has not let go of Carver's foot, and he repeats the process, lifting Carver's leg high into the air, and then spiking his knee directly into the mat. Ron Barker hangs onto the foot, and does it a third time! Carver is now laying on his front, barely moving. Ron Barker grabs Carver's right leg, stands over him, grapevines the right leg, and applies the TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!

Carver is writhing in agony now, screaming in pain, and reaching for the ropes. Ron Barker is set up perfectly, and just leans back and cranks the pressure on Carver's right leg. Referee Walt Mason drops down, and asks Carver if he wants to submit, but Carver shakes his head violently. Carver strains, and reaches forward with all the strength he can muster...and finally REACHES the bottom rope!

The fans cheer loudly, as Carver is successful in getting to the bottom rope. Referee Walt Mason walks around, and orders Ron Barker to break the hold. Ron Barker shakes his head angrily. Walt Mason orders him again. Ron Barker shakes his head again. Walt Mason starts to administer a standing count, ordering Ron Barker to break the hold, or he will be disqualified. Barker finally breaks the hold, and violently stomps on Carver's knee as he gets up.

Ron Barker grabs Carver by the leg, and pulls him into the middle of the ring. It seems as if he plans to try and reapply the Texas Cloverleaf. As Ron Barker is pulling Carver into the middle of the ring, Carver rolls over onto his back, and with his other leg, boots Ron Barker in the gut! Ron Barker keels over in pain, and Carver hops to his feet, placing most of his weight on his left leg.

(JB) Del Carver did his best to make Ron Barker tap out, but Ron Barker repaid that favor. The momentum in this match has swung again!

(Tom) These two have known each other for so long, that you can tell they really have each other scouted out.

Del Carver throws a desperation uppercut at Ron Barker, which connects. Ron Barker's head snaps back with the impact. Carver stays on the offensive, and starts nailing Ron Barker with continuous European Uppercuts with his right arm. The fans cheer, as Ron Barker is rocked by the onslaught, and backs up. Del Carver finally seems to have regained the upper hand, and is slowly driving Ron Barker backwards towards the ropes, when Ron Barker nimbly grabs Del Carver by the wrist, and Irish Whips him into the ropes! As Carver hits the ropes and starts to bounce off, Ron Barker nails Carver right in the jaw with a superkick! Ron Barker grabs Carver, before he can start to get up. Ron Barker slaps a half nelson on Carver, and wrenches him into the air, with a HALF NELSON SUPLEX! Ron Barker covers!

ONE!

TWO!

Carver lifts the shoulder, and Ron Barker once again staggers to his feet, and grabs Carver. Carver comes about half way up to his feet, and Ron Barker drops his right leg over the back of Carver's head, and drives it into the mat! Ron Barker makes the cover again!

ONE!

TWO!

Carver kicks out. Ron Barker pulls The Hardcore Outlaw to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. Carver comes off the ropes, and Ron Barker hurls himself into the air with a dropkick attempt, but Carver hangs onto the ropes in desperation, and Ron Barker comes up short, and hits the mat! Carver stumbles forward, and throws a front facelock on Barker, and hoists him into the air, and then drives him backwards with a DDT! Carver makes the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

Ron Barker kicks out. Carver gets to his feet, and then backs up. Carver circles behind Ron Barker, as Barker slowly gets to his feet. Carver carefully reaches under one of Ron Barker's arms with one hand, and places it behind his neck and with his other arm, he reaches around under Barker's chin, and across his throat. With a huge effort, Carver lifts Ron Barker up and falls backwards…with the Head and Arm Suplex! The fans erupt as Ron Barker hits the mat heavily, and Carver makes the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

Ron Barker lifts his shoulder up, shaking his head. Del Carver slowly pulls Ron Barker to his feet…but Ron Barker grabs Carver, and spins him to the mat suddenly with a bone crunching spinebuster! Carver twitches with the impact! Ron Barker pulls Carver to his feet again, locks him up, and then hurls him through the air with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Ron Barker makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Carver lifts the shoulder at the last minute. Ron Barker starts to pull Del Carver to his feet, but Carver rears back and buries a headbutt to the midsection of Barker. Ron Barker doubles over, with the wind knocked out of him. Carver reaches around and puts Barker in a waistlock with one arm, and slaps on a half nelson with the other. In a smooth, fluid motion, Diamond Del Carver snaps Ron Barker backward, overhead in a suplex type move, but pivots so that he SPIKES Ron Barker right on top of his head!

(JB) DIAMOND DEATH DROP by Diamond Del Carver! COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE!

(Tom) Aw, dammit!

The fans erupt as “South Texas Deathride” once again starts to blast from the speakers. Walt Mason helps Diamond Del Carver to his feet and hoists his arm high in the air, while behind him Ron Barker lays on the mat, holding his head in pain.

(Troy) Ladies and Gentlemen, your WINNER and ADVANCING to the SEMI-FINALS OF ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN…DIAMOND DEL CARVER!

The Hardcore Outlaw is drenched in sweat, and he looks totally spent. He rolls out of the ring, and starts to walk up the aisle, where he is mobbed by fans slapping him on the back. Ron Barker sits up, holding his neck, and cursing in anger.

(Tom) How did Carver escape with a win?

(JB) DDC is one of the best competitors in this business, and now he's one step closer to the only title that matters in this business!

Cut backstage, for just a moment. We're in the locker room of the Trust Fund Kids. However, there's only one of them in the locker room right now: Keith Owens. He sits in a chair glued to the television set, having just watched Diamond Del Carver defeat Ron Barker.

(Keith) God damn that old man. He's not going to walk into my main event. Not a chance in hell.

Keith gets up and pounds the top of the television set before turning it off. He paces around the room in a bit of frustration, rubbing his chin, thinking ahead to what his main event match could be. He'll face Diamond Del Carver or Dwayne Bishop for the Foundation Heavyweight Championship. Cut back to the announce booth.

(JB) Is it just me, or does Keith look a little worried that Diamond Del Carver won?

(Tom) Keith? Worried? Ha!

(JB) I have a sneaking suspicion he might be. He spend the last month making Carver's life a living hell, and to see DDC advance after all those brutal attacks by Owens and Cunning cannot sit well with the last Foundation champion.

(Tom) You just wait and see. Keith will be Foundation Heavyweight Champion once more.

(JB) Let's pull up those Tournament brackets one more time.

(Tom) It doesn't matter to me who wins, whether its the old man or Dwayne Bishop. You just can't beat the kind of odds that Keith Owens has over that entire field.

(JB) I'm going to have to disagree. Both Bishop and Carver have come so far, and neither man is just going to roll over for Keith.

(Tom) If they won't roll over, Keith Owens will be making them stare at the lights after a Difference Maker or two!

(JB) Speaking of not rolling over, neither of the next two men plan on rolling over for the other as Charles Johnson and Jaime Alejandro are set to square off in a bragging rights match. Both men hold victories over the other, and now they seemed to have made a little bet to put their pride on the line tonight.

(Troy) The following match up is scheduled first and it is for one fall. Introducing first coming in at 6’8” weight in at 297 lbs. He hails from the Coastal City of Gulfport Mississippi. He is the Businessman Charles Johnson!

“Miseria Cantare” by AFI slowly fades onto the arena’s sound system. The low music continues to play as various pictures, and small clips of Johnson’s career flashes over the Tron. When the first bit of vocals are heard, Charles walks out on the ramp looking down at the ring. Making his way down to the ring he walks up the ring steps, and into the ring. Bouncing around the ring before focusing in on the match ahead. The last big of the song fades as he awaits the bell.

(JB) There he is a man who is poised to take down a pain in his rear.

(Tom) Don’t you DARE say that again.

(Troy) Introducing his opponent. Coming in a 6’4” 289lbs, Hailing for the City of San Antonio Texas. Jaime Alejandro!!!!


"Shake Your Blood" by Probot cranks up on the loudspeakers. Jaime Alejandro steps out to the pops as he pulls out his hands and motions for the crowd to give him some more. He's dressed out in his (Note for match writer, place the color of the week here.) singlet, his sleeve over his right arm, and the reinforced knee brace over his right knee. He straps the gloves on and starts walking. He pulls the straps on his singlet up as he gets to the apron. Then he primes himself and jumps straight up on the apron and pulls the ropes back to pyro from the corners of the ring. He then goes under the top rope and stands up to get ready.


(Tom) Well this should be mildly boring.

(JB) What are you talking about? These two are ready to tear into each other.

(Tom) So…

(JB) I don’t know why, but I should just put in my notice right now.

The bell rings, and being somewhat friendly. Johnson extends his hand and Jaime just knocks him in the jaw. Johnson returns the shot with a hard upper cut. Not giving Jaime time to gather his thoughts Johnson goes on the offensive again and strikes Jaime hard into the ropes. Looking out to the crowd and then chops Jaime’s chest hard before doing it again. After a few more Johnson sends Jaime into a corner with a hard whip. He then dashes over to splash, but catches an elbow.

(JB) A quick start to a highly talked about match up.

(Tom) Its, Its alright….

Jaime keeps the pace up by sending Johnson down to the matt with a hard Russian Leg Sweep. When down Jaime drops and elbow into Johnson’s chest. Johnson remains motionless for a few seconds, and Jaime takes a chance for a cover. A kick out at one sends Jaime up and into a rage of hard stomps into Johnson’s chest, and head. Johnson rolls out of the ring, and gathers himself before he climbs back up onto the apron. Jaime is there to meet him with a hard right, but Johnson comes back by dropping Jaime’s throat on the top rope.

(JB) Quick way to get advantage.

(Tom) Is that how you do it when you try to get some in bed?

(JB) What?!?

Back in the ring Johnson has climbed back in and after Alejandro. Lefts and right to the mid section keep the other man down. Grabbing Jaime’s head he sends a hard right into the temple of his foe. Jaime drops to one knee as the blow rattles his brains just a bit. Johnson takes Alejandro and then plants a hard DDT to him. Alejandro moves around a bit but then rolls out of the ring.

(JB) Johnson is pissed.

(Tom) Seems like it.

Jaime is only outside before he rolls back in the ring. Johnson backs off until he is vertical again. Not wasting time, and to get the advantage again. He throws a few hard punches on Alejandro, making him reel to the ropes. Johnson grabs Alejandro and irish whips him and hit’s a massive clothesline on the fallen superstar. Johnson with the first cover of the night.

One.

Alejandro quickly kicks out.

Alejandro is slow to get up, and Johnson is already on him. Johnson tries to hit a few more punches on Alejandro, but he starts to counter them with punches to Johnson’s face. Johnson staggers back a little bit as Alejandro picks up Johnson and throws him on the mat quickly. Johnson is quick to get back up and they just stare each other down, both trying to figure out each other’s next move.

(Tom) Well I’m still not seeing anything interesting. They’re just staring at each other.

(JB) Shut up Tom.

(Tom) What…

As the two stare at each other. The crowd seems to bet with it as they two men seems to circle around the center. Johnson reaches out and slaps Alejandro in the face. Alejandro slaps him back. Johnson is the first one to land a punch, and then another before sending Alejandro into the ropes and landing a powerful spine buster. Johnson gets up and bounces off the rope and then stops as he drops his elbows into the forehead of Alejandro.

(JB) Dear god what a nice combo.

(Tom) Yeah was a nice shot.

Johnson gets up and stomps down on Alejandro a couple of times before turning to the crowd and showing off to them. Alejandro on the other hand gets up feeling a slight bit dizzy but eventually gets his head on straight. He waits for Johnson to turn around, and when he does he lets loose with a quickly fury of punches and chops. Johnson staggers around trying to get away from his foes attack.

(JB) It looks like Jaime is finally getting something going here.

(Tom) Blah blah blah. Wake me up when this match is over.

Alejandro grabs Johnson’s arm and irish whips him into the ropes, and hitting Johnson with a swinging neck breaker. Johnson is holding on to the neck as Alejandro makes the cover.

One.

Two.

Kickout by Charles.

Alejandro picks up Charles and hits him in the face a few times, then connects with a few chops to the chest. Johnson holds his chest as Jaime grabs Charles and connects with a belly to belly snap suplex. Alejandro looks up at the crowd and nods his head, getting the crowd riled up a little bit. He then grabs Johnson’s legs and turns his body over and connects with the sharpshooter. Johnson cries out in pain, but refuses to tap out.

(JB) Jaime has got that hold locked on tight. But Charles is refusing to tap out.

(Tom) I hope he does soon so we can go on with other matches. This is getting boring again.

(JB) Shut up, Tom…

(Tom) What? It’s the truth!!

Charles shakes his head, still refusing to tap out as he drags Alejandro closer and closer to the ropes. Jaime tries to get him back to the center of the ring, but Charles reaches out and barely grabs the rope, forcing Alejandro to break up the hold. Jaime gets frustrated, but breaks it up. He kicks Charles once, but he manages to get back up and stares at Jaime, favoring his right leg. Charles then charges at Jaime and starts hitting a flurry of attacks on Jaime, but Jaime gets in a few of his own. It’s turned into an all-out war.

(JB) This is getting out of hand! None has the upper advantage.. They are beating each other senseless.

(Tom) Now it’s getting interesting.

(JB) I thought I told you to shut up!

(Tom) Do I ever listen to you?

(JB) Well… no.

(Tom) My point exactly, Mann-itoba.

Johnson gets the last shot off before he shoves Jaime out of the way. Jaime comes back, but gets nailed in the gut with a boot. Johnson comes in and slowly twists Alejandro around, and lands a hard, and painful neck breaker. Holding his neck, and getting to his feet. Jaime is quickly whipped into the ropes, and is hit with a knee into the face b y Johnson. Staggering around Jaime is quickly hoisted into the air by Johnson.

(JB) Is it his new finisher!!!

(Tom) That has gotta be it.

Johnson slams Alejandro down hard on his head with his finisher. “The Corporate Coup.’ this is academic and a solid three count.

(JB) Johnson won!

(Tom) I liked him somewhat. Kinda. Maybe. Kid has a bit of an edge to him.

(JB) Jaime isn't going to be happy about losing this one.

(Tom) Screw the Saint. He can go cry about it in his next AA meeting.

(JB) Uncalled for!

Cut to your average, run of the mill locker room. We've all seen enough of these that going through another barely different description of the same old thing is basically beating a dead horse. So let's move on to a question: What makes this particular locker room special enough for a camera to be there?

The answer is (as you've probably guessed), the person currently occupying it. That man's name is Sean Christopher Thomas. The real one. Call him Spaz. He is currently doing what most wrestlers do when they have a big Pay Per View match in store: Preparing. His preparations are interrupted, however, by a knock on the locker room door.

(Spaz) Come in!

The door opens, revealing The Superstar, Mike Lane.

(Lane) Hey Sean.

Spaz stands up, and the two NAFW Originals shake hands.

(Spaz) Hey Mike. What's up?

Lane shrugs. Spaz waves a hand toward the bench, and the two sit down.

(Lane) Just wanted to come by and wish you luck, and see how you're doing.

(Spaz) Thanks... I'm good. Could be better, but good. Wasn't expecting to be back at this so soon, but after what he did...

(Lane) Say no more, man. You have to do this.

(Spaz) Exactly. You get it.

Lane nods, slowly.

(Lane) How could I not? I want to go out there and get another piece of him myself... But tonight's your fight.

(Spaz) Yeah...

Spaz pauses a moment and looks down. When he looks back up, his face has darkened slightly, and there is a hint of doubt in his eyes.

(Spaz) Listen... If I lose...

(Lane) You won't.

(Spaz) But if I do...

The look on Spaz's face, in his eyes... It's a silent plea, which Lane seems to comprehend. The Superstar nods.

(Lane) I'll take the bastard down... But it won't come to that. You've got him.

Spaz nods slowly, then in a complete and sudden emotional switch, laughs. (Note that this switch, while sudden is in fact quite controlled, as has been typical of Spaz in the past.)

(Spaz) Can you believe he's calling himself "Evil Sean" now?

(Lane) Seriously?

(Spaz) Yeah. But I guess it could be worse... He could be calling himself the "Denver Dragon."

Spaz smiles, but Lane looks at him, confused.

(Spaz) Come on... Ripcord!

Nothing.

(Spaz) No?

Bueller?

Anybody??

And, cut, before this gets any more lame (assuming that's even possible).

(Tom) What the hell was that? Since when are Spaz and Mike Lane buddies?

(JB) Surprisingly good question, Bear.

(Tom) I have my moments.

(JB) Apparently. But in this case, I don't have an answer!

(Tom) No Gold Star tonight, Mannwagon.

(JB) How unfortunate for me.

(Tom) You know what else is going to be unfortunate? The beating Diamond Del Carver is going to recieve at the hands of Dwayne Bishop.

(JB) I wouldn't exactly say that, but the old veteran has his work cut out for him against the youthful and very dangerous Beast.

The camera returns to the ring, and the house lights go down, so that only the spotlight is illuminating the ring. After a moment, Diamond Del Carver emerges from behind the curtain, and steps into the aisle. Carver is wearing a fresh NAFW T-Shirt, with the sleeves cut off, and his usual ensemble of jeans and biker boots. Carver looks intense but tired, as he walks down the aisle. Del Carver rolls under the bottom rope, and then stands in the middle of the ring, holding his arms over his head to acknowledge the cheers of the fans.

The opening riffs of Mudvayne's “Determined” begin to play over the Public Address System as the arena lights dim slightly, followed by blue and white pyrotechnics showering down over the entrance curtain.

(JB) It's official! Diamond Del Carver will be taking on Keith Owens for the Foundation Heavyweight Championship!

(Tom) No! The old man will not do the impossible!

(JB) By gawd I can't help it but I have to be on DDC's side tonight. He's one of the most decorated superstars out there today, and he's going to step into his third match of the night to accomplish his dream of one last true world title run.

(Tom) Well Keith Owens is well rested and is a well oiled machine. Don't kid yourself, the Difference Maker is taking his title back officially!

We cut backstage one more time to find Keith Owens standing by with NAFW interviewer Rick Priestly. He's in his ring gear, complete with Foundation Heavyweight Championship around his waist, and is flanked by both Melissa Hayes and Trevor Cunning. Rick clears his throat and then addresses the former champion.

(Rick) Keith, we all just witnessed Diamond Del Carver pull out a huge victory over Dwayne Bishop and advance to the finals of the Ultimate Showdown Tournament to face you for the Foundation Heavyweight Championship. What are your thoughts on this?

Rick tilts the microphone towards Keith. He doesn't answer right away. Instead he stares ahead into the camera and snarls. Obviously he is extremely pissed off that Diamond Del Carver has found his way into the main event after everything Keith and Trevor tried to do to derail him. Finally, Keith answers.

(Keith) Ever since the day that Diamond Del Carver has set foot in this company, I've had his number. Let me remind you of something Rick... No one interrupts my re-crowning ceremony and demands a shot at my title. D-D-C is no exception. And since that day, we've made his life a living hell, dropping kegs on his chest, breaking bottles over his head, and slamming chairs across his back.

Keith pauses for a moment as a sheer look of intensity comes over him.

(Keith) And somehow Carver has managed to advance match, after match, after match. Tonight alone, the old man has squeaked out two wins to find himself facing me for my Foundation Heavyweight Championship. We'll guess what? This is the end of the line. Diamond Del Carver's miraculous run for one more world championship ends tonight. Tonight is about one thing and one thing only: Me. Tonight is my night, and tonight, I will take my rightful title back. Keith Owens and the Foundation Heavyweight Championship are synonymous. Del Carver, you are broken, battered, and bruised. You are weak, feeble, and at the end of tonight, you'll be good as dead. Nothing, and I repeat nothing, is going to change destiny as I restore my championship reign.

Owens smirks and gets one of those shit eating grins over his face.

(Keith) Remember one thing old man... I am the Difference Maker, and tonight, you won't make any difference as I will be the Foundation Heavyweight Champion by any means necessary.

Keith pushes the microphone and Rick Priestly out of the way, and the Trust Fund Kids walk out of the shot. The camera is left focusing in on an intimidated Rick Priestly. Cut back to the announce table.

(Tom) Now that's what I'm talking about!

(JB) Keith sure looks focused and ready to take on DDC.

(Tom) If DDC can even make it out to the ring. They might have to push him out in a wheel chair!

(JB) Or if Keith does what he's threatening, maybe DDC will be leaving in a wheel chair.

(Tom) Are you finally coming around to my side?

(JB) Not at all, but I'm not going to sit here and underestimate the abilities and power of Keith Owens.

(Tom) Damn straight.

(JB) But I'm not counting out Diamond Del Carver. He's a ring veteran, and he's proven tonight he had the endurance to hang in there. As far as I'm concerned, this one is anyone's match.

(Tom) Ugh.

(JB) This next contest is veiled in a bit of mystery, folks. All we really know is that the man who we have thought to be Sean Thomas for quite some time is actually a former NAFW prospect by the name of Ryan Cardinal.

(Tom) If you ask me, Evil Sean was a step up from the real thing!

(JB) I didn't ask you, Bear. The fact is, this... Individual... Stole Sean Thomas' identity and tried to steal his life. We don't know how or why, but even now, after the truth has been revealed, Ryan Cardinal...

(Tom) Evil Sean.

(JB) Ryan Cardinal is still parading around here as someone he isn't. That's going to end tonight.

(Tom) Or, more likely, your beloved Spaz will never be seen here again. He's going to wish he never got out of that little room he was stuck in. Bread and water is better than being fed through a tube, and that's what life is going to be like for ol' Spazzy after tonight!

(JB) I for one doubt that, Bear.

(Tom) Oh come on Mannwheel! Your boy Spaz is twenty pounds lighter and a whole lot weaker than he used to be... Meanwhile Evil Sean has bulked up big-time! Even you have to admit a fifty pound difference is going to be a huge advantage!

(JB) Spaz has just about always been outweighed, Bear. It hasn't stopped him before, and I don't see it stopping him tonight. Plus, he has one thing that your "Evil Sean" doesn't: Heart.

(Tom) Didn't you ever watch Captain Planet, JB? Heart is lame.

(JB) We'll see how "lame" heart is in a few moments!

There go the lights and here comes the screeching guitar.

A single spotlight shines on the ramp as Hoobastank's "Just One" kicks into gear. The spot remains empty for a few moments, until the lyrics begin.

I wanna live, I wanna leave, I wanna open up and breathe
I wanna go, I wanna be, I wanna feel it constantly

Ryan "Evil Sean" Cardinal steps into the light, wearing his simple dark red tights, elbow pads and wristbands. He also sports an old Youth at Large T-Shirt. Standing behind Evil Sean is his manager, the man known as Twitch. The former commentator wears black slacks and a maroon golf shirt. As the music continues, the pair starts on their way to the ring.

(Tom) Well at least we know Twitch isn't going to be bothering us tonight. He's got other things to do.

Gotta show, gotta say, I've gotta feeling that won't go away
I've gotta know if they got away, my opportunities...

Evil Sean and Twitch pass the jeering fans, ignoring them completely. No hand slaps, not even a look in their direction. They just head straight to the ring, with nothing breaking their focus. Not even Troy Gilmore's voice.

(Troy) The following is a No Holds Barred Match. The loser will be banned from NAFW! Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado... He weighs in at 232 pounds... RYAN "EVIL SEAN" CARDINAL!!

Just one chance is all I ever wanted
Just one time I'd like to win the game
From now on I'll take the chance if I can have it
Just one
Just one

Cardinal climbs the steel steps and enters the ring between the middle and top ropes. Meanwhile Twitch wanders around to the far side of the ring. Once inside, Evil Sean pulls off the t-shirt and tosses it over the rope, where Twitch catches it. As the music begins to fade, Sean tests the ropes, and Twitch plays a game of "Want it? Can't have it!" with fans in the front row.

Twitch then makes his way toward the announce position.

(Tom) JB...

(JB) Yes, Bear?

(Tom) Why is there a chair next to me? And an extra headset on the table?

(JB) Well... That's pretty obvious.

Twitch takes a seat next to Tom Kalhoun, and puts on his headset.

(Twitch) The Twitch is back, boys!!

(Tom) Son of a...

(JB) Welcome to the table, Twitch.

(Twitch) Whatever, JC Penney.

(Tom) You! You knew about this!

(JB) Of course I did, Bear. I actually pay attention in meetings.

(Tom) Damn it.

(Twitch) You're lucky I don't slap you silly and take your chair, Care Bear. How the hell did I end up with this metal POS?

(Tom) It doesn't matter... You're not going to be out here long.

(Twitch) You got that right. Sean Thomas is going to kick ass pretty quick tonight!

(JB) But will it be your "Evil Sean" or the real Sean Thomas?

(Twitch) Stupid.

(JB) Excuse me?

(Twitch) Stupid questions get stupid answers.

There go the lights again. And again, we have a single spot light. This time, though, it's tinted red, and is panning around the crowd. A search light. After a few seconds of searching we hear a voice:

Are you ready...
For a Sugar Rush?

The searchlight continues, and music begins. It's the high-tempo guitars, piano and synth of "Alcohol" by Barenaked Ladies. The song that through all the years and all the changes, has always belonged to one man. He may have differed for a while here and there, but in the end it always comes back to good old BNL.

(JB) I've missed this song!

That man has now been found in the midst of the crowd, by the no-longer searching spotlight. He is clad in his classic ring attire: Dark red cargo pants, matching elbow pads, wristbands and headband, a t-shirt (tonight's selection, like last time we saw him, Mike Lane: Shadow Kick), and of course, the trademark Ruby Oakleys.

(Troy) And from Brampton, Ontario, Canada... Weighing in at 186 pounds... SPPPAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZ!!!!

Just as much a trademark is the plain white pillow case clutched in his left hand. The pillow case from which he is pulling various candies and treats (Lollipops, Snickers bars, Fruit Roll-Ups, and so on) to share with the fans lucky enough to catch some.

(Tom) There's your hero, making new business for dentists every match!

(Twitch) Didn't we have a dentist freak here once?

(JB) Indeed, we did... Toothache.

(Twitch) I can't believe I remembered that crap.

(Tom) You want an award?

(Twitch) No, I want you to go play in traffic.

Spaz slides into the ring and immediately climbs to the second turnbuckle in the nearest corner. He continues to toss candy into the crowd, until the Candy Case is just about empty. When he's done, he hops down and slides out of the ring. He chooses a few kids in the front row (how do those little ones get front row seats, anyway?). He gives one the Candy Case, another his headband, and the last his Oakleys.

(Twitch) Hey Spaz! Bret Hart called! He wants his gimmick back!

Spaz slides back into the ring once again, and the referee calls for the bell. Spaz and his doppelganger meet in the centre of the ring, face to face. It's a somewhat surreal sight, watching two men that are so identical standing nose to nose, staring brown eyes into blue. This is a good time to note the key differences between the two: Evil has dyed his hair red, while Spaz is the natural brown; Evil is clean shaven, Spaz sports a goatee; Evil is shirtless, Spaz has kept his on; And there's that fifty pound weight difference, too.

(Twitch) Let's go! Care Bear's wife is waiting for me.

(Tom) I'm not married, idiot.

(Twitch) Not since your wife got a taste of Twitch!

(JB) Can't you two stop acting like children and just call the match?

(Tom) Not likely.

(Twitch) No can do, JC.

After about thirty seconds of intensity, the staredown ends with Evil Sean throwing the first punch, which earns him a right hand from Spaz. The pair go blow for blow, until the strength and power advantage of Evil takes precedence, and Spaz is forced back into the corner. Cardinal continues to lay into Spaz, as the referee orders a break.

(Tom) I told you, Mann-at-Arms.

(Twitch) He-Man references now? Seriously?

(Tom) Shut up.

(Twitch) If you'd say something useful, like the fact that this is a no holds barred match, and the ref's only job is to count to three, then I wouldn't have to insult you.

(JB) Twitch does have a point there. The referee can order a break, but there's nothing forcing Cardinal to obey!

Evil ignores the ref, continuing the flurry of punches. Satisfied, he starts to back away. Spaz eases his defense for an instant, and Evil Sean throws a cheap shot, before backing away again. Cardinal charges forward, looking for a clothesline into the corner, but ever-quick, Spaz leaps into the air and lands a beautiful spinning heel kick right to the throat of his adversary. Cardinal goes down in the centre of the ring.

(JB) Sweets Kick! Perfectly timed!

Spaz rolls through the kick and in one motion is back on his feet. He bounces off the ropes and lands a quick running leg drop. Before Cardinal has a chance to even move, Spaz is already back up, and running to the ropes again. This time, he springs off of the second rope and executes a textbook moonsault.

(JB) Sweetsault! Cover!!

(Twitch) No way this ends that quickly.

One. Two.

Kick out!

Spaz doesn't let up. He takes a step back, then runs forward, and jumps into a standing backflip; his momentum carring him forward to land squarely across Evil Sean's torso.

(JB) Shooting Star Press! Another pinning predicament! Spaz is on a roll now!

Another two count, before Cardinal gets a shoulder up.

(Tom) It's going to take a lot more than a couple of fancy flips to win this.

(JB) Spaz has a lot more in him, I know it! But no matter how personal this is, he's still going to give this crowd a hell of a show!

Spaz stays in control, pulling Cardinal toward the ropes, and beginning to work on his right leg. He rests Cardinal's leg on the bottom rope, and jumps into it, putting his whole weight on the outstretched limb. He repeats this a couple of times, before pulling Evil Sean away from the ropes again, keeping hold of the right leg. He steps in, preparing to apply the Sharpshooter, but Cardinal uses his other leg to kick Spaz off, and quickly rolls to the outside.

(JB) Smart move by Ryan Cardinal...

(Twitch) Evil Sean.

(JB) Getting to the outside here. He's being completely dominated thus far, and needs to change the pace of this contest.

Unfortunately for Evil Sean, he's not going to get to change the pace just yet. Spaz runs to the far side of the ring, bounces off the ropes and heads full-tilt toward the ramp-side, where Cardinal is, in his mind, safe on the outside. In a move reminiscent of Jeff Hardy, Spaz leaps over the top rope, flipping into a senton dive, his whole body crashing into Cardinal. Both men go down, with Evil Sean breaking Spaz's fall and taking the brunt of the landing.

And the crowd goes nuts.

(Twitch) I hate Memphis.

(Tom) You hate everywhere.

(Twitch) Idiots are everywhere, so yeah, I do.

Spaz is up first, and he looks over to the barricade to the left of the ramp and smiles. He stalks over to that area, and waves at the front-row fans, asking them to back away. He waits until Evil Sean is just about standing, then takes a running jump up onto the barricade and balances on it, all the while heading toward the still disoriented Cardinal. Before he can get to the end, though, he suddenly trips up and crashes to the ground.

(JB) I think that fan in the front row grabbed Spaz's foot!!

(Twitch) That's no fan, Penney.

Indeed it's not. It's a young man, in his early twenties, with dark hair loose down to his shoulders and a chinstrap beard. He, like Evil Sean, is sporting a Youth at Large t-shirt. And it only makes sense, since, along with Ryan Cardinal, he was a member of Youth at Large.

(JB) Oh my Gord! JaZon King?! What in the world is he doing here!?

(Twitch) Insurance, JC.

JaZon jumps over the barricade, and proceeds to join his former tag team partner in the assault on Spaz.

(JB) Where's security?!

Good question, JB. As it so happens, somewhere backstage, Ryan McJohnson is indeed ordering his Security forces to the scene... But, though we'll never see it, he's ordered by the Head Honcho, Hector himself, to wait... Hector's words: "Ah wanna see where this goes."

And so the assault continues, until Cardinal and King break off and look under the ring for toys. Toys they find, in the form of a table and a ladder, which they promptly set up at the bottom of the ramp. They place Spaz on the table and JaZon climbs the ladder... This is where the fans start to go nuts, somewhat inexplicably.

(JB) Here comes the cavalry!

Indeed it does, in the form of a 6 foot 6, 280 pound man wearing an old school "SpaZ" t-shirt.

(JB) Thank goodness for Mike Lane!!

Before King and Cardinal realize what's happening, Lane is already shoving the ladder. As King tumbles into the ring, Lane clocks Evil Sean and tosses him in with JaZon. Lane helps Spaz up, and the NAFWTron flickers, switching from a live feed of the ring, to a shot of the man in charge, Mr. Hector Gonzales.

(Hector) Mike Lane, JaZon King... I sure as shootin' don't give a damn why y'all're out here interruptin' my show. But seein' y'all has given ol' Hector a great idea. So here's how it's gonna be. As of right now, this here match is officially a Tornado Tag. Mike Lane and Spaz against JaZon King and... Whatever you're callin' yourself.

But here's the real fun part. All the stipulations are still in effect! So this is gonna be the last night in NAFW for two of y'all! Now, ring the dang bell and get this thing goin'!

(JB) Huge decision by Hector!! He's not making his presence felt very often in the new Foundation, but by Gord, when he does it's major!

The 'Tron flickers again, back to the live reactions of King and Evil Sean in the ring. Clearly they weren't banking on a fair fight tonight. Meanwhile, on the outside, Spaz and Lane touch fists and slide into the ring. And finally, the referee simply shrugs and follows orders, calling for the bell.

(JB) The stakes have definitely been raised! Now two careers are on the line.

(Twitch) I don't like this.

(Tom) Think about it man! Now we're going to be rid of Spaz and Lane in one night! This is great news!

The four men meet, two and two in the middle of the ring. Spaz face to face with JaZon King, Lane met with Evil Sean. It's Spaz and Lane who take the initiative, and control, forcing their adversaries into opposing corners. But a pair of swift kicks to the groin end their advance pretty quickly. King and Cardinal lock eyes across the ring, and in an instant know what the other is thinking. The advantage of being a tag team, even if it was an unsuccessful one.

They Irish Whip Spaz and Lane toward each other and the good guys smash into one another. While they're a bit out of it, JaZon and Evil Sean take advantage with simultaneous DDTs. Their opponents down for the moment, the pair formerly known as Youth at Large pull the ladder into the ring and lay it on the ground. King holds the ladder open, while Cardinal rolls Lane inside. JaZon then slams the ladder down on The Superstar's prone form, and Evil Sean follows up by body slamming Spaz onto the ladder as well. King scales the ropes and quickly leaps off, into a 450 Splash.

(JB) Spaz moved!!

(Tom) But Lane still took the whole impact!

(JB) And so did JaZon King!

Before Spaz can fully recover, Evil Sean grabs him into a Suplex. He stalls, holding Spaz in the air for a moment, before turning him, and sitting out, slamming the former Foundation Champion into the mat back first. The Cardinal Arrow. Cardinal proceeds to slam Spaz's leg into the ladder, before attempting to hook in the Sharpshooter.

His attempt is just as successful as Spaz's attempt earlier, as the real Sean kicks Cardinal off, and rolls out of the ring. Evil Sean follows, and catches Spaz's sidekick attempt, holding a foot in his hands. Spaz has no problem with this though, as he jumps up and twists, connecting with an enziguri to the side of Cardinal's head.

Spaz heads back into the ring, and helps Lane the rest of the way out of the ladder. As he turns though, he is met by the flying form of JaZon King. JaZon wraps his feet around Spaz's neck and twists, sending Spaz back to the outside. King then rushes toward the seemingly disoriented Lane, but The Superstar catches the smaller man, spins, and slams King spine first into the ladder.

Meanwhile, on the outside, Evil Sean lands a reverse DDT, sending the back of Spaz's head into the thin mat. He then takes off, searching under the ring, where he finds a chair. He heads back toward Spaz, chair raised and ready to strike... But Spaz leaps into the air and lands a Sweets Kick to the chair, sending the steel into Cardinal's face. You know this as the Van Daminator.

(Twitch) Oh, screw it.

As Cardinal is getting a chair in the face, Mike Lane leaps off of the top rope and lands a leg drop, sandwiching King between himself and the Ladder. Meanwhile, Twitch has slammed his headset down.

(Tom) Can't stand the heat? Get out of the kitchen!

Twitch stands up and folds up his POS metal chair. He heads toward the action.

(JB) Twitch, what are you doing?

(Tom) Going to get himself hurt... Fine with me!

In the ring, Mike Lane pushes King off of the ladder, and sets it up in the corner. Just as Spaz finishes tossing Evil Sean back into the ring, and starts to climb up to the apron, Twitch unleashes and steel connects with the sugar junky's back. Twitch proceeds to flee back to the safety of the announce table.

(Tom) For someone who hates idiots, you sure are stupid, Twitch.

(Twitch) Talk to me when you grow a set.

(Tom) Speak for yourself, Mister Hit and Run!

Back in the ring, Lane picks up JaZon and lets loose Degeneration, his version of the T-Bone suplex. Evil Sean then stumbles into Lane and meets the same fate. With both opponents down, Lane helps his partner the rest of the way into the ring. The pair then lift Evil Sean onto the ladder.

King gets back up, as Spaz begins to climb the ladder, but runs straight into a Samoan drop by Lane. The real Sean stands facing the fake, and drapes an arm over Cardinal's far shoulder. He then loops a foot around, and jerks back. The pair fall off the ladder, with Evil Sean going face first into the canvas.

(JB) SUGAR RUSH!! The Sugar Rush off the ladder! This has got to be it!

Mike Lane is clearly thinking the same thing as JB, as he rolls Evil Sean over, and drapes Spaz's arm on top. But before the referee can slide in for the count, Spaz rolls himself off.

(JB) What are you thinking Spaz? You have this won!

(Tom) Obviously he's not thinking!

Spaz says a few words to Lane as he stands up.

(Twitch) What was that?

(JB) I think he said "We're not done yet."

That's right. Spaz looks at Lane, then to JaZon King, who is just about to his feet near a corner. Spaz points to his shirt (which you should remember if you were paying attention earlier), then to the table which is quite nicely placed outside the ring behind where JaZon is standing. Lane catches the idea, and must have liked it, as he takes off toward the far side of the ring. The Superstar bounces off of the ropes and charges toward King. Lane lunges forward and connects with a powerful kick that sends King over the top and down, through the table.

(JB) SHADOW KICK!! JaZon King is out of this!

Satisfied with Lane's handiwork, Spaz drags his doppelganger to a far corner and hoists him onto the top turnbuckle. Spaz takes a few steps back, then rushes forward. He jumps to the second rope and springs off, catching Evil Sean's neck on the way, and pulling him down with a 3/4 neckbreaker.

(JB) SWEET REVENGE!! Spaz promised this, and now Ryan Cardinal has felt Sweet Revenge! It's over, Spaz! Finish it!

Indeed, with his prior neck problem, and taking two pretty big bumps in succession, Ryan Cardinal is done. But Spaz is going to end this on his terms... And those terms are simple.

(JB) Sharpshooter! Ryan Cardinal is unconcious, folks! This is elementary!

(Twitch) Frell.

The crowd agrees, as they've already begun the obligatory chant:

Na na na na...

Na na na na...

Hey hey hey...

Goodbye!

The referee slides in, lifts Cardinal's arm, which falls dead to the mat. He calls for the bell, and this thing is official. Take it away, Troy.

(Troy) Your winners, by way of knock out... MIKE LANE AND SPAAAAAAAAZZZZ!!

The crowd continues to chant, even though, in all likelihood, neither King nor Cardinal are hearing them. But they're certainly enjoying it. Looking as if a giant weight has been lifted from his shoulders, Spaz releases the hold, and falls back into the corner.

(JB) After spending who knows how long locked in a room with nothing but bread and water, the nightmare Sean "Spaz" Thomas has been living is finally over!!

(Tom) I was kind of looking forward to seeing Evil Sean stick around... But there is one good thing about this... Twitch is out of a job now, too!

(Twitch) Like Hell I am.

(Tom) Step out of the Egyptian river, buddy. Your contract was to manage a guy who doesn't work here anymore. You're done!

(Twitch) Like. Hell.

Twitch tosses off his headset again, and walks away, the crowd still going.

(Tom) Good riddance!

(JB) As right as you may be about Twitch Bear, there are more important things here. The man who spearheaded the FLF - tried to destroy not only this company, but the lives of its employees, all for his own gain... This Evil caricature of a future Hall of Famer is done. Gone!!

"Alcohol" comes on again now, drowning out the chant, as Spaz and Lane congratulate each other in the ring. Meanwhile, medical and clean-up staff come to begin clearing the ring area.

(Tom) Yeah yeah... Whatev. There's still one thing I don't get.

(JB) What's that, Bear?

(Tom) Since when are Spaz and Mike Lane buddies?

The pair have left the ring now, and make their way up the ramp.

(JB) I don't know how this alliance started, Bear... But we did see a hint of it earlier tonight, and after this match, I'm sure glad it did! Have we just witnessed the beginning of a new force in the Tag Team division?? Only time will tell!

There is silence as the camera pans around what turns out to be of all things…a boiler room. Before you ask, no, this is not about to be a Mankind promo. Mick Foley, Glorified Stuntman that he is stole this from a movie character and eh, we won’t go there right now because as Narrator, I’m not supposed to. Anyway, the camera finally zeroes in on the person whom we’re here to see. He is someone who hasn’t been seen in close to nine months, a man who disappeared from the planet after losing the then United States Title to Mike Castleberry.

As he sits on the floor, his back up against the wall with a hoodie over his head, you can hear him breathing rather loudly as his forearms rest on his kneecaps as his legs are just slightly arched up. The fans in the arena who are watching this on the NAFWtron let out a large pop as he lifts his head, the very dim candlelight showing his youthful looking face.

(The Reaper) About nine months back, yours truly was on top of the world. I just got done ending the record breaking run of Tharodund, better known now as Charles Johnson to the world…just as I said I would and things were going great. Oh wait, I seem to have forgotten something. I haven’t done this in so long, you’d think I’d remember this sorta thing. Well, to quote Jay-Z a little bit…

It is here that Aarons stops talking as we hear Jigga himself say via a voiceover…

## Allow me to reintroduce myself… ##
## My name is… ##

(The Reaper) The Reaper…Leonard Aarons and in case it hasn’t become obvious by now…I am back in the NAFW.

He pauses just to listen to the fans react to the “official” announcement. The camera pans around the arena getting shots of the various signs and fans wearing his merchandise as it quickly shifts back to Aarons who’s still sitting as he continues on.

(The Reaper) Now, I felt it was only just that I explain to all of you the exact why I left and well, it’s three fold. Firstly, I felt I let all of you down with my subpar effort against Mike Castleberry shortly after Rage. I came in rather haphazardly and the fact is, I would have been better off handing the belt over and saving all of you the trouble of seeing that horrendous thing. I’d have been better off saving myself the embarrassment and flat out, I apologize to all of you, my loyal fans at this time.

He pauses briefly, his head still lowered as he lets out a rather deep sigh.

(The Reaper) The second, was well, a bit more personal in nature. You see, I was in a fairly deep relationship with Vanessa Chamberlain and needless to say, she wasn’t too happy with the direction I was electing to take with my career here in the NAFW. You see, she wanted yours truly to go back to being what I was in the National Wrestling Council. A bad guy. Not just any bad guy mind you, but a bad guy that devastated lives of individuals, their familes and anyone remotely associated with them just for the heck of it. For those of you who don’t know, I did a lot of bad things that I can’t take back when I was in the Atlantic while I wore the Atlantic Heavyweight Championship.

Another short pause.

(The Reaper) The way she saw it, not only was I doing myself a disservice by settling for the United States Championship, I was doing her one by forcing her to accept it. Well, for that on top of various other reasons I won’t get into now, she walked out of my life. A woman who I loved dearly for many years, someone I went through hell and back for, left. That, I think more than losing the title probably hit me the hardest and I ended up losing the desire I had to compete. The same desire I had to become the only man in the NAFW to knock Tharodund off of his perch as United States Champion…was gone and I had to reevaluate a lot.

Fans are uncertain of what to make of this, they’ve never heard the usually confident and self-assured Reaper sound so…humble.

(The Reaper) But as they say, you just can’t keep a good guy down. Especially this one. I got over it and I got my mind right once again. I stayed in shape and simply put, I was determined to return only I caught wind that the NAFW folded. So I was really set on just relaxing. I’m 26, have no major injuries and I figured eh, I don’t need to do this again. But then just a few months ago, a few short weeks after my 26th birthday…I get word that they’re back. The NAFW has reopened and I recognized quite a few old faces from my past as being back. A few faces that I hadn’t gotten too familiar with before, with whom I shall take the time now to address individually. Faces such as…

He takes a brief pause before his usually mellow tenor tone gets a bit acidlike as he says the name…

(The Reaper) Trevor…Cunning. You know something, that whole preppy “I’m mad at the world and everyone in it because they don’t measure up to me or my large bank account” bit, just doesn’t fly with me. I saw your little act with Carver, I mean, whatever happened to hitting a guy with a steel chair or putting him through a table? Was it really that necessary to drop a KEG on the man’s ribs? Oh well, no matter. Fact is Trevor, folk like you annoy me to no end. You annoyed me when I was here a few months ago and now that you’re back as a Trust Fund Kid no less, you’re practically begging me to open up a can of Devastation on ya. And believe me when I tell you, at some point, you’re gonna catch it from me. But not before…

Another short pause.

(The Reaper) Dwayne Bishop…gets his. Oh yeah, you see, Dwayne and I go all the way back to the days of the NWC Atlantic. You see, ole Dwayne back then couldn’t stand my guts and told anyone who would listen I was the vilest thing walking the planet. And he was right, but here’s the thing about him that most of you didn’t know. For all the talk he did and he did a lot of it…

He pauses as he removes his hoodie, so that the fans can finally look into his brown eyes, or as much of them as the candles around him will show them.

(The Reaper) He did…NOTHING ABOUT IT. Now I happen to turn on my little teleovision a few days prior to tonight and what do I hear? I hear Dwayne whining about what the people did for him back in the day…or didn’t…do for him. Classic whiny heel crap that simply put, goes for about a buck on Ebay. Now seeing as ole Dwayne seems to have forgotten who I was a few hours ago when I ran into him, here’s what I was thinking.

Here’s the “challenge” part of our promo kids, take notes.

(The Reaper) Next week, my dance card’s free and I intend on coming back with a vengeance. You see Dwayne, uhm, I meant Chess Piece…forgot you loved that back in the Atlantic. Anyway Chess Piece, since you and I never technically fought one on one, how’s about next week on TNT, you go one on one with the Devastator From Doddtown and I show you exactly what the people along with myself think of your whining. Cause ya see, I am back and I’m back on unfinished business. The NAFW will see once and for all that The Reaper means business, because Devastation is imminent and my Wrath…

The camera zooms in as he sneers before saying with a really bad snarl…


(The Reaper) Is…In…EVIT-ABLE!!!

The camera quickly cuts out as we take it back to the ringside area.

(JB) Well the Reaper certainly had some choice words for Trevor Cunning and Dwayne Bishop.

(Tom) But mostly Dwayne Bishop. Is the Reaper stupid? Bishop will eat him alive.

(JB) It's a risk the Reaper is willing to take since there's an open challenge out there for Dwayne Bishop to face him next week.

A clusterfuck of drum and bass Begin to thunder and all of the lights in the arena mysteriously tint to a sickly shade of gray, as Trent Reznor's voice pierces through the boos and jeers from the crowd, reciting the lyrics to his song "The Line Begins to Blur”.

(Tom) You thought wrong.

(JB) And you know what, you didn't think you'd see Diamond Del Carver get this far, and sure enough, he's going to be fighting for the Foundation Heavyweight Championship in what is sure to be a match for the ages.

(Tom) One for the ages because people will remember this night as the night Keith Owens became the undisputed Foundation Heavyweight Champion.

(JB) After all the damage the Trust Fund Kids have inflicted upon Diamond Del Carver over the past week, he's still fought through to win two matches tonight. Can he make it three AND walk out of here with the Foundation Heavyweight Championship?

(Tom) No.

(JB) I wouldn't answer so quickly. We're about to see for ourselves though as our main event begins right NOW!

(Troy) Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the final match of the Ultimate Showdown tournament and for the Foundation Heavyweight Championship. It is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit.

”South Texas Deathride” by Union Underground starts to play. A spotlight starts to scan the crowd, and the camera follows. This time the light stops on the top of the ramp on the entryway, where Diamond Del Carver steps out with a worn down NAFW shirt. He raises one fist in the air as the crowd cheers for him before making his way down the ramp. Carver still takes the time to high-five the fans on his way down to the ring. At the bottom of the ramp he rolls into the ring. He pulls himself up with the ropes, walks across the ring, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and motions for the Foundation Heavyweight Championship to be around his waist. The crowd responds with a massive pop.

(Troy) In the ring first, from Texarkana, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and fourty-seven pounds, he is the Hardcore Outlaw... DIAMOND... DEL... CARVER!!!