[The lights suddenly go out as the arena fills with the murmur of questioning fans. An image appears on the big screen as a song begins to play.  It's "Hey Man Nice Shot" by Filter. The image on the screen is a gold and black symbol....it disappears while the music fades to a soft backdrop. Suddenly, a sentence appears on the screen in bright white letters on a black screen.....a voice states the written sentence over the speakers.....]

"Vengence is Vindicationnnnnnnnnnnnnn..."

[The text disappears and a large 'JL' appear on the screen. The 'JL' begins to spin and exponentially increases in speed until......]

{BLAMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!}

[loud explosion]

[The screen is blank and the arena now lit with a gold strobe light. The light dissolves as the normal arena lights fade in.]

RJ:  Entering the ring at six feet one inch tall, two hundred thirty-two pounds...he is the current CSWA Presidential Champion, this is ALEX WYYYYYYYYYYYYYYLDE!!!!!!!

BB:  Alex Wylde may be a relative newcomer to the CSWA, but you can bet this isn't the first time he has stepped into a steel cage.

SB:  It's the first time against Mike Randalls, though.

BB:  True...but I think Wylde has made it clear that he doesn't care about Randalls' previous 'legend.'  Keep in mind, as far as we know, Mike Randalls hasn't been in a wrestling ring in quite a while.

SB:  I hate to say it, Buckley...but that's not a wrestling ring, it's a deathtrap.  Somebody's not coming out.

(CUEUP:  "Oh Well" by Fleetwood Mac)

BB:  And it's time for "The Wolf" now.

RJ:  Making his return to the CSWA ring, standing at six feet four inches tall and two hundred forty-three pounds, this is the former Unified World Heavyweight Champion....he is "The Wolf" MIKE  RANNNNNNDALLLS!

BB:  Mike Randalls throws the hood back on that red cloak, tosses it to Rhubarb Jones at ringside, and enters the cage.  This roofed cage is almost twenty feet high, and covers almost the entire ringside area.  There is no way out except through the door, which will be locked from the outside by referee Ben Worthington.  Senior referee Patrick Young is inside calling the action.

SB:  Why?  These guys aren't looking to pin each other...they wanna kill each other.

BB:  They both definitely have something to prove.  There's the bell....and this titanic matchup is underway.

SB:  Don't say 'titanic', it brings up bad memories of Thomas being thrown off a boat.

BB:  They circle each other.  Wow, look at the intensity on Wylde's face...and the smirk on Randalls'.  They lock up, Randalls take the edge, but Wylde slams the heel of his boot onto the bare feet of the former Unified Champ.  Wylde has definitely scouted Randalls...

SB:  Or else he caught sight of Randalls' feet as he entered the ring...

BB:  Alex Wylde follows with a thrust kick.  Snap suplex!!!  He puts Randalls on the mat, but "The Wolf" quickly rolls away before the Presidential Champ can do any more damage.  Wylde charges in as Randalls comes to his feet....Randalls slaps the dropkick attempt away.   He catches Wylde as he gets to his feet...belly-to-back suplex.  Randalls rolls through and straddles Wylde, delivering some hard right hands!  Wylde pulls his legs back and forces Randalls down on his back.  ONE......no!  Randalls rolls through, but what a great reversal by Wylde to extricate himself.

SB:  What?  No blood yet?

BB:  Randalls is standing just past the center logo in the ring, while Wylde is close to the ropes on the opposite side.  It looks like Mike is daring Wylde to come after him.  Wylde off the ropes....FLYING DROPKICK!!!  Mike Randalls goes through the ropes to the outside!  Wylde slides through and he's all over the downed Randalls.  I don't think Mike counted on the speed Alex has.

SB:  Ring rust?

BB:  Might be...but they don't put an asterisk in the win-loss records for ring rust.  German suplex by Alex on the outside!  He pulls Randalls up by the hair and sends him all the way down the outside area INTO the steel cage.  There's not much give there, folks.  

SB:  Why is Wylde climbing back in the ring?  This may be the only opportunity he has to take it to Mikey.

BB:  He's not headed inside...he's on the apron.  Alex Wylde runs down the apron!   FLYING CROSSBODY from the ring to the floor!!!  He just sandwiched Randalls between his 232-pound frame and that unforgiving steel cage!  Wylde almost falls off his feet, while Randalls falls face-first to the concrete floor.   And now Wylde's lifting the ring apron...he's searching for something under the ring.

SB:  Will somebody tell Ben to open the cage if he finds a beer?  I don't think it'll fit through the steel mesh.

BB:  Wylde pulls a table from under the ring and is taking time to set it up.  Randalls is still down on the outside, but it slowly getting to his knees...Wylde may be running out of time.  He sets the table lengthwise from the ring apron to the cage, and now heads over to get Randalls.  Elbow to the midsection by Randalls, who stumbles to his feet briefly, then rolls inside the ring.  But there's no safety in this one...it's no disqualification, no way out.

SB:  So there was no beer?  Who the heck took my secret stash from under there?

BB:  Wylde follows Randalls in and pulls the still-reeling Mike to his feet.  He sends him into the ropes and charges.....Randalls ducks the clothesline, Wylde hits the opposite ropes...just barely keeping himself from going through them toward that table.  Randalls back across.....SWINGING NECKBREAKER!!!  He dropped Wylde HARD!!!  But Wylde is already getting back to his feet!  Randalls hooks the tights, sets his legs and lifts Randalls into a standing suplex.  The former IRONMAN takes a few steps with Wylde vertical....oh dear Lord no.....HE DROPS HIM OVER THE ROPES THROUGH THE TABLE!!!   Wylde just dropped eight feet from over the ropes to the floor....more importantly, his body shattered that table!

SB:  Who has to clean that mess up?  And who took my beer!?

BB:  Wylde's eyes are open, but he's not moving yet.  And now what is Randalls doing!?  He climbs the ropes.... he may jump off the top to the floor!  No...he finally steps back down, and gestures to the crowd pointing to his head.  

SB:  I bet it was Marvin.  Or that stupid Rhubarb...he looks half-lit.

BB:  Would you SHUT UP about your beer!?

SB:  Ok, Buckley, chill.

BB:  Do you know how stupid it sounds for a 50-year old man to say 'chill?'  Referee Patrick Young has rolled outside to check on Wylde....but just ashe does so, Alex Wylde starts to get to his feet.  Randalls sees him, and he rolls outside to go in for the kill.

SB:  Those words only truly apply with Randalls.

BB:  As much as I hate to say it, that may be true.  You never know what Randalls is going to do...whether it's inside the ring or not.  Randalls grabs Wylde by the back of the head....he's saying something to the Presidential Champ, and now he shoves his head against that steel cage....he's raking Alex's forehead against that cheese grater-like surface.  But Wylde fires back with a back elbow!!!  Now he rams a shoulder into Randalls and sends him into the apron.  Randalls may have drawn first blood in this one...Wylde appears to have a minor cut on the bridge of his nose.

SB:  Um....Buckley, I'm scared.  Randalls.....blood....(shudders)...it doesn't bring back good memories.

BB:  But it looks like it's fired up Alex, Sammy.  Wylde hits Randalls with a thrust kick that slams him against the apron.  CLOTHESLINE!  Randalls fires back with a clothesline that almost flipped Wylde full over.   Randalls picks up Wylde and dumps him back in the ring like a sack of potatoes.  Wylde rolls toward the center of the ring as Randalls comes in, trying to get to the other side.  But Randalls flips Wylde and hooks in a reverse chinlock....and now he works on the legs...he's got the STF hooked in!!!  He hasn't bridged it over yet, but it's still painful for Wylde.  Both these men have taken a beating in a relatively short period of time... but Wylde is the one that took the full force of that fall through the table...his lower back must already be in jeopardy.

SB:  As long as there's no wood nearby, I think we'll be okay.  Somebody did check for that, right?

BB:  Part of the audience near the entryway is on its feet...it looks like we've got somebody on the way down.

SB:  Oh great...it's everybody's favorite, I mean hated, I mean...who knows anymore with him.

BB:  Ref Patrick Young on the inside is asking Wylde if he wants to give....and on the outside, Hornet is asking Ben Worthington to unlock the cage door.  It looks like Hornet finally wants to confront Mike Randalls, before he can do any further damage to Wylde.  But Wylde isn't giving up either, even though he's still stuck in the STF.  But not anymore...Randalls sees Hornet at the cage door and is literally gloating about what he's doing.  It looks Hornet's telling him not to do it...not to take it any further.  But Randalls simply responds with that trademark smirk of his.

SB:  Doesn't Hornet realize that he's just fueling the fire?  By being down there, Randalls is just going to do something even worse.

BB:  You may be right.  Randalls heads back to get Wylde...but Alex isn't where Randalls left him!  Wylde from behind.....DDT!  Randalls goes down hard!  And now Wylde sees Hornet!  Alex is yelling at Hornet, apparently telling him he doesn't need help...but not quite in those words.  Wylde pulls Randalls to his feet and sends him for the ride....as Randalls comes back across....Wylde uses Mike's own momentum, as well as his own strength...he sends him OVER THE TOP AND INTO THE CAGE!!!  Randalls smacked into the side of the cage like it was a brick wall.....and fell hard to the floor.  He's busted open badly.  As blood covers his face, Randalls opens his eyes...but he hasn't moved at all yet.

SB:  Wylde has got to make his move *now*.

BB:  Hornet is still saying something to Wylde on the outside, but Alex is ignoring him.  Wylde heads up top...good grief, he's going to try a move from the top rope to the floor.  It's the WILDCARD SPLASH!!!  RANDALLS GOT HIS KNEES UP!!!  Randalls rolls through....full nelson german suplex to the concrete!  Mike Randalls looks over at Hornet....look at that smile.

SB:  He's as sick as ever.

BB:  Randalls hooks in the DEVASTATOR!  But he arches over and hooks his arm under Wylde's head...where'd he come up with that modification.  

SB:  Why does Hornet have the Presidential belt?  And where is my BEER?

BB:  Ben Worthington has unlocked the cage, and Hornet pushes his way in.   He crashes the belt into the back of Randalls' head, forcing him to let up on the Devastator.  Randalls may be hurt...his face is already covered in blood...and the back of his head may be now.  Mike crawls toward the corner of the cage while Hornet leans down to check on Wylde, who pushes Hornet back toward the cage while still on his back.  

SB:  Uh oh, Mike just realized what happened.  HIDE THE STAKES!

BB:  Randalls is on his feet.  He's still holding the back of his head....but the staredown is underway.   And now Randalls rolls through the ring...and rolls out the other side.  Mike heads out the cage door, as Wylde now pushes ref Young away after trying to help him up.  Hornet continues to keep an eye on Randalls...apparently making sure he's gone for good.  Fans...we'll be right back, after you take a look at a video package on The Dark Carnival. 

Go on to:  Part 5 of INDY2K 

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