(The Partridge Family bus arrives at the Memphis Arena, you can hear "Stayin' Alive" by the Bee Gees laying at full blast on the radio. Disco Inferno and the Disco Midget step out of the bus. The "'70's Preservation Society members all cheer as Inferno grabs a megaphone.)

DI:Allright, you hip cats, stand in line!

(They look a little confused, until the Midget pulls out an envelope and begins to hand out ELVIS LIVES tickets)

DI:You want to see the baddest team in CSWA history destroy them lamers, Arrogance? Step in line and get your tickets!!

(He puts down the megaphone, combs his hair, sprays Binaca in his mouth, and steps inside the arena, along with the Disco Midget.)

[The show starts with a shaking camera.]

Background Voice : .... can't happen! He'll PAY for this, I swear it!

(The view finally steadies, and a shot of Mark Vizzack, in his locker room, is shown through a very small crack in the door. The words 'CSWA Special Hidden Cam' flash on the bottom of the screen.)

Mark Vizzack : I don't care what it takes, that slug ... he'll pay for what he's done.

Rudy Seitzer : Well, fans, I guess we're (coughs.) seeing a rather .. animated .. Mark Vizzack right now, though who he's talking to... or who he's talking about .. remain to be seen.

Mark Vizzack : And Radder! (A chuckle is heard.) The guy doesn't know what he's getting into, he can't ... he's ... he's insane. No one can beat Dante, not without luck ... unless?

(Footsteps are heard in the hallway, and Steve Radder steps into the very far left side of the shot, appearing to take a quick drink from a water fountain. He goes back to walking, and passes by Vizzack's door.)

Steve Radder : Zippity do-dah, zippity-ay ... passing by the worm's locker room ... (He taps on the door with his finger while passing.)

Mark Vizzack : Radder! Is that you? (Vizzack opens the door and Radder gets a startled look.)

Steve Radder : Marky Mark! Look at this, you can't keep your locker room clean. Paper cups everywhere ... (Radder looks down directly into the camera but it's obvious he doesn't know what it is.) You really should keep this cleaner ... (Suddenly the view twists and finally rests simply showing a door, though the voices can still be heard.)

Mark Vizzack : Enough crap, Radder. We need to talk.

(At this point, the camera finally quits, and the screen cuts to static.)

(Fadein on CSWA logo onscreen)

BB(V/O):The following program is presented by CS Enterprises, in association with U-62 Television.

(Fade to black... then gold, as the Greensboro title comes into focus....)

BB(V/O):The CSWA Greensboro Title.... A title steeped in honor, dignity, and respect. For many of the CSWA's greatest, it has been the first step toward higher honors.

(Cut to:Montague of every CSWA Greensboro Champion, particularly Mark Windham)

Five months ago, sixteen men were chosen. Sixteen men were called upon to continue the tradition.

(Cut to:Montague of the sixteen participants... ending with, and lingering on, Apocalypse and Nemesis)

The man named Apocalypse showed his power by DOMINATING his bracket... and he will face the man who did the same... the CSWA's favorite underdog.... NEMESIS.

(Cut to:"Action" shot of Timmy Windham)

Where, for others such as "The Muppet Kid," tragedy gave us a new meaning for "making an exit."His departure paved the way for "Hot Stuff" Aaron Douglas to emerge past his "lawsuit" with the CSWA Front Office to take his place in the Final Four.... to face...

(Cut to Eli Flair, angered, walking away from the ring where Rap Man lies unconscious)

People have been making the statement that Rap Man is in the Final Four through Eli Flair's temper... not his talent... Tonight, he attempts to prove them wrong.

(Screenshot of all four men)

TONIGHT... the CSWA will take one more step toward a Greensboro Champion... as a wave of new blood takes over these ranks.... and you have to wonder...which one will we someday call Champion?

(Fade to a vid of Elvis Presley)

But that's not the real reason we're here... It's time, in the CSWA, for a celebration! A celebration for the most celebrated rock star ever ... brought to you by the most celebrated wrestling federation ever.

(A half-screen split of Elvis Presley 'doing his thing' and Eddy Love walking to the ring with the CSWA World Title is shown.)

With, perhaps, one of the most celebrated World Champions, ever. Ladies and gentlemen, we're one day away from "ONE MORE TIME"!!! Here in Memphis... it's SUPERPRIMETIME!!!!!

(Screen EXPLODES into a thousand shards, to be replaced with thousands of fans on their feet, CHEERING the return to Memphis of the CSWA... Screen fades to Buckley and Benson at the broadcast position)

BB:HELLO MEMPHIS!!!!! My name is Bill Buckley, and I'm joined, once again, by Sammy Benson!

SB:MISTER Sammy Benson. Get it right, Buckley.

BB:Ah... ok. We've got a GREAT card for you fans tonight, as we head for ELVIS LIVES Celebration XI:One More Time...! We're gonna see a lot of fights come to a head tonight, as Randy Harders takes on The Enforcer of The Elimination Squad in a CAGE MATCH!

SB:The Elimination Squad against the guy with Mrs. Beyer in his corner? What could go wrong?

BB:We'll also see the semi-final matches of the GREENSBORO Tournament World Cup!

SB:Who cares?

BB:Who cares? How can you say that?

SB:Easily! I've got a beer in my hand, a raise in my contract, and MY MAN EDDY as the World Champion! Who cares about the rest of the world?

BB:Sammy Benson, ladies and gentlemen, the poster boy for Planned Parenthood. Let's get to the ring for our first match.

SB:Hey, whaddaya mean, Planned....

BB:Crippler, coming off a rather disappointing showing in the Greensboro World Cup, looked to turn over a new leaf with the ELVIS Pre-game. Of course, the best way to regain confidence in your abilities is to wrestle Carl Brigsby. Crippler DOMINATED the match with technical wizardry, ending it after about six minutes with the "Crippling Plunge." Crippler looks to make an impact in the future.

SB:*yawn* When does Eddy wrestle?

BB:Sammy.... Eddy isn't wrestling tonight. I don't even know if he's in the building.

SB:What? Why am I here then?

(Sammy gets up to leave... but Commisioner Merritt comes to ringside...)

SB:Outta my way, Chad.

BB:You're a dead man, Sammy.

CM:Benson..... Sammy.... please return to ringside.

SB:What was that?

CM (Obviously pained): Please, Sammy.

SB: Alright, Chad, but only because you asked so nicely.

(Sammy returns to his position after giving Merritt a smirk. Merritt takes a seat at ringside on the opposite side of the ring)

BB (Shocked and amazed):I can't BELIEVE you just did that.

SB:Live and learn, Buckley, live and learn.

BB:You like living dangerously, huh?

(Sammy leans back and grins)

BB:Let's head to our next match.

BB: Bobby Jackson looked like he outsmarted the "No DQ" rule in this match, coming to ringside with a sledgehammer on his shoulder and, with his manager Brian Jackson, a table! Knuckles was at a disadvantage from the start, as he had to deal with not only Bobby, but Brian Jackson as well. For nearly ten minutes this match was completely one-sided, but Jackson couldn't put Knuckles away for the count! It was at this point that an unknown man emerged from the curtain and headed toward the ring! Both Jacksons attempted to get in his way but were promptly shoved to the concrete! Knuckles, having regained enough of his senses by then, stood to face this man, and with a look of disbelief, took a shot to the chest with that sledgehammer! The man then left the ringside area, and, with no DQ, the referee had no choice but to count the pinfall when Jackson covered.

SB:You know why I liked that match?

BB:Wh... what? You actually liked a match that Eddy wasn't wrestling in?

SB:Of course! A little alcohol makes everything better!

BB:Fans, we'll be right back with a special interview.

(CUT TO:Commercial for "Elvis Lives XI: One More Time")

(Fadein on the front three rows of the ringside seats. The camera spots all of the 70's people at ringside, with their pro-disco signs, and a few anti-Arrogance signs. M. Harry Smilek is in the ring.)

M. HARRY SMILEK: Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you, one half of the CSWA World tag team champions, DISCO INFERNO and the DISCO MIDGET!

(CUEUP: "Disco Inferno" by the Tramps, Inferno is wearing a powder blue leisure suit and elevated shoes.)

M. HARRY SMILEK: Disco Inferno, you are lookin' pretty sharp tonight. I use to own a suit just like that, those were the days. Gettin' all drugged out, gettin' on the dance floor, and shakin' your ass, yeah baby!

(The 70's Preservation Society roars in approval.)

DISCO INFERNO: Hey, you know how the Disco Express does it, baby!

M. HARRY SMILEK: Inferno, where is your partner?

DISCO INFERNO: It's Pre-Tax Season, it's his busiest time of the year. All the stressed out rich people and accountants, HE'S MAKIN' A KILLING! You know Smilek, he recent got his PHD! PIMPIN' HOES DEGREE, daddy-o! And believe me, he will be here tonight when we once and for all, get rid of Arrogance! But anyway, how's your family, Smilek? Oops, I forgot, your wife left you for the guy that sets the ring up. (laughs) That's too bad. Well, if times get rough, and you are an ugly mothaf*cka', so here's Boogie Man's card. I'm sure he'll give you a company discount or something.

M. HARRY SMILEK: (Snatching the card) Thanks, maybe I will give him a call. Anyway, i've noticed your campaign in recent weeks with trying to sign a match with Arrogance. It's not every day that the champions are the ones wanting at somebody. We all saw what went down at Labor Day Layout, the 5 and a half man tag was something else, but you guys just came up short, no pun intended.

DISCO INFERNO: We were screwed, but next time that won't be the story! You two jabronies actually think you're the best tag team in the CSWA, but damned if I can't remember who's packin' the gold! You're lookin' at 'em! Joey and Peyton, can you handle what's instore for you? The pain and anguish Boogie and myself are gonna put you through!? The games have been played, and now it's time to just knuckle-up and go head to head! I've kicked ass in discos all across the world, arenas all across the world, and at Elvis Lives, TONIGHT, we're gonna kick your ass in Graceland, cat-daddy! And forever be known as the BEST DAMN TAG TEAM IN CSWA HISTORY!

(pauses)

And I also wanted to wish my cousin Dante, from Brooklyn, a good match tomorrow night, takin' on that Radder fella!

M. HARRY SMILEK: Your cousin, Dante? You are related to that guy?

DISCO INFERNO: Yeah, he's my dad's brother's son's stepdad's nephew! I think I said that right. Anyway, Dante...baby, you 'da man! Smilek, it's time to get outta here, I got a party to go to later on, and you know we're gonna PARTY LIKE IT'S 1999! WOOO WHOOO!

BB:Oh, please.... let's get some more action going.

SB:But since we don't have any, we'll have to see the next match.

BB:One of these days, Sammy... you're going to say the wrong thing.

SB:Never. Everything I say becomes the right thing. (Looks toward Commisioner Merritt) Right, Chad?

(Merritt just glares at him)

SB: Two jobbers. Why are we even watching this match?

BB: Sammy! Blade has been on a TEAR since entering the CSWA, and Cool Moe D has been JUST as impressive. These two rookies have had an INTENSE war of words in the past few weeks, and now it's time to put up or shut up.

SB: Why can't that be applied to you too?

BB: The two lock up.... Blade with a thumb to the eyes! Now a European uppercut sends Cool Moe D to the canvas! Another one sends Moe to the outside!

SB: Where's Eddy?

BB: Cool Moe D has an impromptu strategy session with his manager, Steve. He slides back in, and takes Blade down with a single leg takeover! Sammy, Cool Moe D is fast!

SB: Not as fast as..

BB: I know, not as fast as Eddy.

SB: Be right back, need another beer.

(Sammy gets up and leaves the commentating table)

BB: Oh... um... alright. Blade grabs hold of the ropes and the hold must be broken! Back to his feet... and a clothesline by Cool Moe D rocks Blade! Off the ropes again, ANOTHER clothesline, and the big man is down! Cool Moe D goes for the cover, 1........2.......NO! Blade isn't going to be beaten that easily! Back to his feet... and a drop toe-hold takes Blade back down! Cool Moe D heads for the top!

(Sammy comes back, beer in hand)

BB:Glad to see you made it back.

SB:I didn't forget how to get here.

BB(under his breath):Maybe next time...

SB:What?

BB:Nothing. Cool Moe D off the top.... FLYING SPLASH! The cover, 1........2.......NO! Blade JUST found the backdoor! Cool Moe D picks him up and sends him into the ropes again... NO! Blade reverses, and he hits an elbow to the face! Wait... there's someone coming to ringside!

SB:YES! Another screw job! It'll definitely make the matchup more interesting.

BB:Blade whips Cool Moe D into the corner... reversal... NO! Blade reversed it again, but Patrick Young got in the way! We've got a referee down! Cool Moe D looks at him and makes a run at Blade! NO! Blade catches him with a belly-to-belly suplex! This mystery man is at ringside now!

SB:Something is finally going to happen, Buckley!

BB:Blade sets Cool Moe D up... GUILLOTINE LEGDROP! He goes for the cover, but there's no referee! The mystery man is in the ring!

SB:See what I tell ya, Buckley?

BB:What's that? THE MAN JUST CHOKESLAMMED BLADE!

SB:A good friend at the right time is better then any sense of skill or training. Like my buddy Coors here....

BB:This man drapes Cool Moe D's arm over Blade, and he's trying to revive the referee! Blade might get robbed here!

SB:Blade? What about the people who had to SIT through this match? Wait a second... what's HE doing?

BB:Ladies and gentlemen.... Apocalypse is standing in the middle of the aisle... Sammy, did you see him come out?

SB:No, I didn't.... He's taking a great interest in this match, it would seem. Why's he here, Buckley?

BB:I don't know, Sammy... but it looks like Young is starting to stir!

SB:Finally... this match can end. Honestly, Buckley, I'm all for the rookies, but why can't they all find themselves a Silky Rose type?

BB:Sammy, that woman is evil.

SB:But she leaves little to the imagination.

BB:Young begins to get up... The mystery man THROWS him toward Cool Moe D and Blade! There's the count, 1........................2................ (Blade gets his foot on the bottom rope) 3!

SB:Didn't Young just get his eyes checked?

BB:Referee Patrick Young is gonna award this match to Cool Moe D! Blade BLATANTLY had his foot on the bottom rope! This one is gonna be disputed, Sammy... and I think Blade has EVERY right to do so. Wait... Apocalypse is moving....

SB:He's alive?

BB:Apocalypse hits the ring.... HE GRABS BLADE BY THE NECK! What's going on? Is Cool Moe D the latest induction into the Black Army?

SB:Apoc has higher standards..... see?

BB: OH MY GOD! Apocalypse tosses Blade over the top rope, onto the mystery man! Blade catches him in the head with a boot and is stomping away! Apocalypse picks Cool Moe D up.... THE SEVENTH SEAL!!! What is going on here?

SB:I'll tell you what.... Cool Moe D got scammed!

BB:Indeed he did! Cool Moe D may be walking out of the ring with a victory, but he won't be leaving under his own power anytime soon! Blade and Apocalypse? We'll be right back with Enforcer and Randy Harders in the cage!

(Cut to commercial)

BB:We're back, ladies and gentlemen... The ring staff have done a WONDERFUL job of erecting the cage, and we're about to see a grudge match!

RJ:The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a STEEL CAGE MATCH!!!!!

(Cue Up: Elimination Time)

Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by his manager, Hot Scott, weighing in at 322 pounds... THIS IS ENFORCER!!!!!

(Enforcer comes to the ring with ALL of ES. He's wearing his "King of Hardcore" crown, and a t-shirt that says "The REAL Enforcer" on it. He enters the cage, and the rest of ES 'marks its territory' on the opposite side of the ring.)

RS:HIS OPPONENT....

(Cue Up:"Got The Life" - KoRn)

Accompanied to the ring by his manager, Mrs. Beyer... weighing in at 315 pounds.... "THE HARD ONE" Randy Harders!!!!!

(Harders comes to ringside, with Mrs. Beyer on his arm. He's wearing his black duster, but no cowboy hat this time.)

BB:There's the bell, and these two men don't waste any time! Harders and Enforcer begin trading punches.. NO! Harders ducked a right by Enforcer and sends him face first into the cage!

SB:Did he feel it?

BB:It doesn't look like he felt it, though Enforcer's lip is already split open! He notices it... and he THROWS himself at Harders! Fans, we've seen this match, ALREADY, turn into an out and out brawl!

SB:Buckley, have you been paying attention to these two men over the course of the last two weeks?

BB:Yes... why?

SB:Then how can you POSSIBLY be surprised that this has turned into a brawl?

BB:Good point, Sammy. Harders with a throw-off, and he quickly applies an armlock! Enforcer fights his way to his feet, and he PUSHES Harders into the cage! Harders catches himself, and launches ENFORCER into the cage, face first! Sammy, it looks like he's just shaking it off!

SB:Them's some heavy painkillers, huh?

BB:So far, it looks as if these two men have backed up their words. Harders has stated that he WILL physically punish Enforcer, and Enforcer has stated that he will feel no pain.

SB:But what will no pain do when you're bleeding profusely from the mouth? Eventually a loss of blood WILL catch up to Enforcer.

BB:True, but look at what he's doing now! He's SHAKING OFF Harders' shots with the cage! Now he hits Harders with a fist to the chest, and a belly-to-belly suplex! The cover, 1.........2.............NO! Harders is still in this thing. Enforcer picks him up.... POWERBOMB! There's another cover, 1..........2...........NO! Enforcer picks Harders up.... off the ropes..... Clothesline... NO! Harders ducked it!

SB:I smell a turnaround!

BB:Too easy. Harders off the other side... FOOTBALL TACK-- NO! Harders headbutts Enforcer in the groin! Enforcer goes down HARD! Sammy, what's that on his face?

SB:Ummmm...... blood?

BB:No, Sammy.... look at the look on his face! Enforcer felt THAT.

SB:I think the first five ROWS felt THAT.

BB:Harders not wasting any time.... He's got Enforcer up in the Whirlwind! NO! Enforcer grabs onto the cage! Sammy, Pee Wee Troutman isn't breaking the hold!

SB:I think it's because he's holding the CAGE, not the ROPES. Still, a Torture Rack is pretty painful in it of itself!

BB:Enforcer isn't giving in... but Harders looks like he could stand there all day! WHAT'S HOT SCOTT DOING?

SB:He's got brass knuckles, Buckley! This is a setup!

BB:HOT SCOTT CATCHES HARDERS IN THE KNEECAP WITH THOSE BRASS KNUCKLES! Harders goes down! Troutman is yelling at Hot Scott... what's Merritt doing?

SB:Chad's probably coming back to kiss my butt some more.

BB:Inside the ring, Enforcer is beginning to climb to his feet, as is Harders! And Troutman has told Hot Scott to leave the ringside! WHAT IS THIS? COMMISSIONER MERRITT HAS TOSSED A CHAIR TO HARDERS!

SB:Talk about corrupt politics.

BB:Enforcer turns around, HE'S CAUGHT IN THE FACE BY A CHAIR! Enforcer DROPS to the mat!

SB:Merritt's telling the ref to turn around... what's going on here?

BB:There's the cover, 1...........2...........3! Harders gets the victory over Enforcer, but with a little help from Merritt! Here comes the CSWA Co-Owner now, let's see what he has to say!

(Merritt comes over to the broadcast table and puts on a headset. In the ring, Harders exits rapidly, as ES enters to check on the still unconscious Enforcer.)

BB:Commissioner Merritt... why did you do that?

CM:Simple, Buckley, simple. This guy was getting a little too arrogant for his own good. Now, I don't think he'll forget who the REAL ENFORCER of the CSWA is.

(He begins to walk away)

SB (Under his breath):Yeah, Enforce this, Chad.

(Merritt stops dead in his tracks, and turns.)

CM:Sammy.... see me in my office before tomorrow's event. 1 PM. SHARP.

(Merritt leaves the ringside area)

BB:I think you've promised your soul to the devil.

SB:No, not Merritt. He's a pussycat.

BB:Whatever, Sammy. But when they're feeding your remains to the Green Valley inmates, don't blame me.

(Cut to commercial) 

BB:  Fans, we're back, and we're ready for Billy Starr's match against Randall Jaminson.  This is truly an odd one, as Ray S. Cornette puts two of his own against each other.

SB:  I don't think Starr's a member of the CORP, even if Ray S. is still his manager legally.

BB:  Well, here comes Starr, and there's no sign of Ray S.   Uh oh, there he is, giving some last minute instruction to Randall Jaminson.   What I don't understand is *why* Cornette wants to continue to manage Starr.   Sure there's the money, but...

SB:  Revenge, Buckley, pure and simple.

BB:  I don't get it.

SB:  You will, just watch.

BB:  There's the bell, and this one is underway with referee Ben Worthington calling the match.  Jaminson immediately takes after Starr and locks him up in a full nelson, but Starr slips through the big man's hands and sends him down with a drop-toe hold.  Jaminson powers out, but Starr is in position and starts nailing the big man with hard right hands.  Starr whips Jaminson into the ropes....Randall comes off and catches Starr with a shoulderblock!  BOTH MEN GO OUTSIDE!  I don't know what Jaminson thought he was gonna do with that one.

SB:  I already told you, Buckley.

BB:  Jamison has Starr on the outside, and he slams him backfirst into the steel rail.  Now he drops Starr on his neck!!!!  HIS NECK!   Starr had a major neck injury a couple of years back.

SB:  You don't think Cornette knows that?

BB:  You're right, Sammy...Cornette's out to end Starr's career.  NECKBREAKER on the floor!  Now Randall rolls back inside.  Starr may be hurt...but he's getting to his feet.  Jaminson rolls back outside and pulls Starr in...he sends him hard into the turnbuckle...but Starr dives out of the way and Jaminson eats nothing but post as he comes through for another shoulderblock.  Starr gets behind Jaminson... belly-to-back suplex.  He hooks him again...german suplex!   BRIDGE!  ONE.........TWO......no!   Jaminson powers out.  Starr follows with a boot to the midsection...sends Jaminson for the ride....huge lariat!!!   Jaminson's in trouble....and he rolls outside!  He's leaving!!!!  What is this!!!???

SB:  They don't care about the win, Buckley...they're just hoping they've done enough damage.

BB:  Cornette and Jaminson are leaving down the aisle.

(Cornette stops at the top of the aisleway and grabs the mic)

RSC:  Oh, by the way Billy, just wanted to let you know that you're manager's been working overtime for you.  I hope you enjoyed your warmup, because I've got you an opening match at ELVIS LIVES tomorrow night.  That's right...no more main events, no more second or third from the top, I think it's time for you to learn a little humility.  Make sure you get here early tomorrow, Billy, because you're startin the show.

BB:  I can't believe this.  The only good news is that Starr gets the win by count-out.

SB:  Yeah, but look at him wince as Worthington raises his hand.

BB:  Fans, we're going to take a break here on U-62.   We'll be right back with the Greensboro Tournament Semifinals.

RJ: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.... The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is the first GREENSBORO CHAMPIONSHIP SEMI FINAL MATCH!!!!

(Cue Up: "Everybody Rap With Me")

Introducing first.... accompanied to the ring by his manager, The Rap Master... the Bracket C winner, THIS IS RAP MAN!!!!

(Rap Man comes out with a microphone, and begins to rap for the crowd on his way to the ring)

BB:Rap Man, albeit a disputed win over Eli Flair, is here. And he's ready to prove that he's a contender.

RJ: HIS OPPONENT....

(Cue Up: "Sabotage" - Beastie Boys)

Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 227 pounds.... "El Volcano" AARON DOUGLAS!!!!

(Douglas comes to the ring in his "El Volcano" attire and facepaint - he's ready for this one.)

BB:All right, here we go. One of these men will wrestle in the BIG SHOW tomorrow and perhaps, earn the right to call himself "Champion."

SB:Enough poetry, Buckley... let's get to it.

BB:Rap Man and Douglas lock up, and an elbow to the throat sends Douglas to the mat already! Rap Man picks him up, and a drop toe-hold takes him right back down! Rap Man takes the upper hand quickly in this one!

SB:He's not a bad wrestler... just has a name that brings a chuckle to your face.

BB:He sends Douglas into the ropes.... CLOTHESLINE BY AARON DOUGLAS! He picks Rap Man back up... BODYSLAM!

SB:We've got ourselves a match here!

BB:Douglas holds Rap Man by the neck... Side Suplex! The cover, 1........2......NO! Rap Man to the outside! Douglas follows, and hits him with a DDT on the outside!

SB:Um.... never mind.

BB: Douglas slaps the face of Rap Man..... and now he's setting up for a piledriver! There it is! OHMY..he dropped the kid right on his head! Now he sends him back into the ring!

SB: Ha! Come on, punk... count to 10..if you still can!

BB: Douglas, tired of messing with the Rap Man, signals for.... for something!

SB:He's gonna go for the THIRD DEGREE BURN!

BB:There it is... he hits! The cover, 1.............2..............3!

SB: YES!! Another one bites the dust.

BB:Well, Aaron Douglas moves on, and he'll face the winner of our next match, as Apocalypse takes on NEMESIS!

SB:Nemesis is gonna wrap this thing up, Buckley... Something's been different with Apocalypse lately, and he's seemed VERY distracted.

BB:Let's get to the ring.

RJ: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the second SEMI-FINAL Match of the Greensboro Championship Tournament!!!

(Cue Up: Apocalypse's music) Introducing first...accompanied to the ring by Lady Death..... APOCALYPSE!!!

(Apocalypse heads to the ring with Lady Death... looking uneasy and distracted)

AND HIS OPPONENT...

(Cue Up: Nemesis' music) Weighing in at 244 pounds.... Renamed and Retrained by HORNET..... THIS.... IS.... NEMESIS!!!!

(Nemesis RUNS down the aisle into the ring, and IMMEDIATELY jumps all over Apocalypse. Caught from behind, Apocalypse is caught off guard, as Troutman calls for the bell)

SB: I told you he'd wrap this thing up!

BB: You may be right, Sammy, because while Apocalypse grabbed the ropes to break the spinning toe hold, Nemesis is already up and ready to attack. And he catches Apocalypse with a DDT, slamming his head into the mat! Apocalypse is stunned, and that gives Nemesis a chance to hook in the deadly figure four leglock!

SB: Hey, watch this, this move could be even more powerful than Hornet's scorpion deathlock.

BB: The ref asks Apocalypse if he wants to submit, and he yells back no. Apocalypse shoulders are on the mat, however, and Ref Troutman gets a two-count before Apocalypse lifts his shoulder up. Once again, Apocalypse has his shoulders on the mat. One....Two....no, Apocalypse gets his right shoulder up. He finally has inched his way to the ropes, and the ref calls for the break. Nemesis is up, while Apocalypse is still on his knees on the mat. Nemesis pulls Apocalypse up and delivers a thunderous chop that sends Apocalypse reeling! Apocalypse just cannot seem to mount any momentum in this match. Nemesis once again delivers a chop. Apocalypse falls to the mat and quickly rolls out of the ring. Nemesis quickly follows him! We may have the battle continuing outside the ring unless the ref can get them back inside! Nemesis throws Apocalypse back into the ring, but he maintains his grip on Apocalypse's right leg. He drapes Apocalypses' knee over the bottom rope and slams it into the ring apron! Now Nemesis climbs back into the ring. He still has a hold on the leg of Apocalypse! He drags him towards the center of the ring and he's going for his second Figure Four of this match! He's got it! And Apocalypse is writhing in pain! Apocalypse is trying desperately to inch his way back over to the ropes! He's closer than he was, but he just can't get his fingertips there! The ref is asking for a submission.

SB: This match is going to be over in a matter of seconds unless Apocalypse reaches the ropes.

BB: I believe you are right, Sammy! But Apocalypse is getting ever so close to that bottom rope, while Nemesis is yanking as hard as he can on that right leg of Apocalypse. Finally, Apocalypse barely grabs the bottom rope and the ref calls for the break. Nemesis quickly covers Apocalypse, hooking the left leg! ONE......TWO....no, referee Troutman calls for the break because Apocalypse was able to get his leg over the rope. Nemesis drags Apocalypse to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Apocalypse barely keeps his footing with that hurt leg and gets caught by Nemesis's flying body press!! ONE.....TWO....no, Apocalypse is somehow able to power out of that one.

SB: Nemesis's momentum worked against him there. But like I said, it's only a matter of time.

BB: Nemesis hooks Apocalypse in a back slide! Apocalypse is trying to fight back! ONE....no, Apocalypse is able to roll over and break the count. Nemesis gets a cradle cover hooked in! One.....NO, once against Apocalypse powers out. Now Nemesis is on his feet! Apocalypse is slowly climbing to his. Nemesis comes off the ropes! He's got a small package hooked in! But wait a minute, Apocalypse keeps Nemesis off balance and rolls him over!!!! He's got the tights! ONE.....TWO.......THREEE!!!!!!! Apocalypse reverses the small package and grabs a handful of tights to win the match!

SB: Never mind.

BB: Fans, the match is set! It'll be Apocalypse and Aaron Douglas for the Greensboro Title! We'll also see the UNIFIED Tag Team Champions defend against ARROGANCE, the United States Triangle Match, and much more!  Wow, look at Nemesis in there...he has SNAPPED!!!  He just tossed Rhubarb Jones out of his seat and he's banging a chair against the ringpost...and now his head!!!!

SB:You forgot the big one.