PA System:

[Orgasmatron by Motorhead shakes the arena as James Caine walks through the entry, and to the ring wit h a mic. He's not his usual self, his eyes focused and full of fire. Caine passes Adrian and shoots him a look of hatred and fury unmatched so far tonight, and Adrian scurries off backstage with his rat, as Caine steps into the ring.]

James Caine:
Cut my music! You know... around here lately... People have been calling me a lot of things. People have always called me a lot of things...but lately, I'm hearing something repeated....

(crowd chants: Asshole!)

Peter:
Does anyone know what this is about?

Bertram:
If you'd shut up and pay attention we could find out.

Caine:
So I finished off that drunken rookie Kansas Dark...So what if I ended his career. He wanted it, he got it.........So I'm not an asshole for that. In fact, I'll prove it.....I'll show you all I'm a nice guy.... I want to ask our temporary CEO Evan Ross to come out here for a minute...and unlike an asshole...I'm gonna say what I have to say....to his face.

Jim:
Apparently he has something to say to our new owner?

PA System:

[Evan Ross walks out as Da Boss plays, to the ring as the audience roars. Evan grins to the capacity crowd. Caine looks displeased as he waits for the crowd to finally shut up.]

Peter:
This capacity crowd on it's feet for Mr. ross.

Bertram:
And the madman is none too happy about it.

Caine:
I don't know who's bright idea it was... to leave you in charge. But I don't agree with it. I think you already know that thought. So I'll skip ahead and be honest....I can't say that you're a bad choice... I mean the former leader of Era Extreme running the place formerly known as the Extreme Wrestling Alliance.

(The crowd starts an Era Extreme chant, Caine's clearly not happy)

Jim:
How the hell does the crowd come up with this shit.

Bertram:
They are feeding off the men in the ring, you dummy.

Peter:
Caine is getting more pissed with each second...

Caine:
Like I said though I'm being honest here...I smell something awefully damn fishy, and it's not just from your boyfriends smell coming out of your mouth.

Peter:
OH What a potshot.

Evan Ross:
Well did ya check between your legs? Maybe if you spent more time with your head on your shoulders, instead of up your ass, you'd have a happier campsite, but no, it seems you like the smell of fish and shit on your face, so what've ya got for me.... badass?

Bertram:
And Mr. Ross fires shots right back.

Caine:
What have I got for you? I'm thinking you have something for me... something you took from me...and this company. You know squat about this place, and all of a sudden you're smack in charge? It doesn't add up to me, and I know you Ross...I know you better than anyone here. So I know damn well you're plotting something against me Ross... Because you weren't ever man enough to come at me yourself in EhW. You always sent your little lackeys around to do that dirty job. So I want you to know...I'm watching you.

Jim:
Did he just accuse Evan of kidnapping Alex?

Peter:
Well it would make sense wouldn't it?

Bertram:
When does anything this company does make sense?

Ross:
"Yeah? Well eyes off while I'm taking a shit, that's illegal over here. And remember Caine, curiosity killed the cat... Or, in this case...the Pussy.

(Evan kicks Caine right square in the almonds, tucks him between his legs and drops ihm with a thunderous Jaegerbomb. The crowd sits in silence not sure what to think as Evan walks away from the carnage and backstage with a big grin on his face as he mouths 'Damn that felt good!'. As Evan exits the ring area, Caine rolls over and slowly out of the ring. He stumbles his way around and somehow makes it backstage, still a bit woozy.)

Peter: / Jim:
/ Bertram:
HOLY SHIT!

Bertram:
Jaegerbomb from Mr. Ross!

Peter:
Well that definately won't clear his name.

PA System:

Layne:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall... it is a normal rules match, for the Anarchy Heavyweight championship....Introducing first...He is the leader of the Systematic Syndicate... He is... Jason...Lovell!

[Lil Wayne's La La begins to play as we see Jason Lovell for the first time ever on an Anarchy Wrestling event in wrestling Gear. The gear doesn't differ much from his street clothes though. Lovell gets in the ring and poses for the crowd as they boo unanimously. Lovell doesn't take kindly to this and sends them a very inappropriate gesture.]

Peter:
Well this is a match I've been looking forward to since Morrigan won that title.

Bertram:
You've been looking forward to watching our champion get the shit kicked out of him?

Jim:
I drunk I'm think....

Peter:
...yea....No Perrywrinkle, I've been looking forward to seeing this arrogant asshole getting his ass stomped in by the Anarchistic Assassin.

Bertram:
...Did you just call me Perrywrinkle?

Peter:
Yea what about it?

Bertram:
Sometimes I don't know who's more idiotic, you or the alcoholic.

Jim: & Peter:
The Alcoholic.

PA System:

Layne:
Aaaannnd his opponent...Our Heavyweight champion and Hall of Famer....The Anarchistic Assassin....Ben MORRRIGAN!

[Morrigan enters the entry way as Step up by Drowning Pool blasts the arena, and the crowd roars, giving it's largest pop of the night so far.Morrigna doesn't seem to be his usual fan loving self, much the same as many popular AW stars have been tonight as he walks to the ring, his eyes locked on Lovell. When he nearly reaches the ring he darts forward, slides in the ring and immediately starts hammering shots into Lovell.]

(*DING*DING*DING*)

Peter:
He can't wait to lay into that worm!

Jim:
Whoa...Deja Vu here.

Bertram:
Do you know what that means, let alone spell it?

Jim:
D....d....ummm....D....

Peter:
Alright don't hurt yourself.

(Morrigan hammers Lovell into the corner, turns away raises his fist and then turns back bringing it hard down across Lovell's chin. Morrigan turns and lets out a scream with the roaring crowd. As he turns back Lovell shoots out of the corner and tackles Morrigan to the ground and starts hammering shots into Morrigan. After about six or seven hard fists, Lovell gets off Morrigan and kicks him in the ribs. Jason reaches down and grabs Morrigan by the hair and picks him up. Lovell doesn't even let him get all the way to his feet before droppiong him back to the mat with a DDT. Lovell sits up and Morrigan moves to his feet as well the two turn and face each other, and a war of words ensues. The two men begin screaming profanaties at each other.)

Peter:
...this is just nucking futs.

Bertram:
They start out beating each other now they're screaming at each other?

(The two men are screaming at each other when Jason clocks Morrigan, Morrigan doubles back with a kick to Lovell's ribs. Morrigan follows up with an underhook suplex, and goes for a cover. The referee gets to a one count before Lovell kicks out. Morrigan pulls Lovell to his feet and whips him into the ropes, he doesn't wait for Lovell to come back but instead he charges him and clotheslines him over the top rope. Both men go over and fall to the floor. Both men are down outside the ring. Both men shortly get to their feet as the referee starts his count. Morrigan hit's Lovell with a chop, and Lovell chops him back. 3........4.........5.........Both men are chopping each other back and forth when Lovell kicks Morrigan, and hard whips him back first into the announcetable.....8......9...Lovell slides into the ring, and rolls back out, forcing the ref to restart his count.)

Bertram:
Oh smart move by the Systematic one.

Jim:
Morgi isn't looking good.

Peter:
you could say that again Jamie.

Jim:
Morgi isn't-

Peter:
Shut up douche.

(Lovell kicks Morrigan and plifts him for a suplex before dropping him chest first onto the announce table. Morrigan falls off and is on his back in front of the table as the ref continues his count.....3..........4.......Lovell picks up Morrigan and hard whips him into the outside of the turnbuckle. Morrigan smashes his shoulder into the cold hard steel, and the referee is still ocunting...7.......8.....Lovell grabs Morrigan and pulls him to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Lovell gets on the apron, and waits for Morrigan to stand up, before he springboards of the top and corckscrew lariat's Morrigan back down to the mat.)

Bertram:
First Breeze, now Lovell... Looks like Ol' Morgi is on a heavy losing streak.

Peter:
This match ain't over yet, oh brilliant one.

Jim:
Yea!

Peter:
Don't help Jim.

(Lovell gets up and taunts the crowd who gives a mixed reaction this time. Lovell still isn't happy with the result as he starts to pull Morrigan back to his feet. Morrigan gets to a knee and nails a stiff right to Lovell's sternum, doubling him over Morrigan then uppercuts Lovell who flies backwardsthrough the air and lands flat on his back. Lovell sits up as Morrigan catches his breath. Lovell shakes his head and rubs his jaw as he gets to his feet. Both men are on opposite sides of the ring and charge each other. Morrigan ducks a clothesline, and the two bounce off opposite sides of the ring. This time around Lovell leapfrogs clear over Morrigan and again they boucne off the ropes before clashing in the center with a neckbreaker. Both men are laying flat in the center of the ring, not moving.)

Peter:
Hot dog...these two men are giving the performance of their careers tonight.

Bertram:
Alright...Jim... Question.

Jim:
How's your mom?

Bertram:
bah, Je....You boob!

Peter:
Well there's no doubting you know what those are.

Bertram:
And I do love em.....hey wait..was that another Tranny crack?

coor:s Finger it out....oh wait.

Bertram:
Don't you even fucking say it.

(Both men are starting to stir and Morrigan is the first to his feet. The two men are opposite each other not seeing each other and turn to see each other. Morrigan unloads three stiff shots right away, Lovell turns to fire a shot back of his own, but Morrigan ducks and grabs Jason's wrist. Morrigan, still holding the wrist ducks behind Lovell and puts him on his shoulder in a cutthroat fireman carry position then spins him down onto his head and neck with a piledriver.)

Peter:
Clockwork Driver! Clockwork Driver!

Bertram:
oww...my ear.

Jim:
WHAAT?

(Morrigan covers, and the referee drops in for the count, 1............2............and Lovell Kicks-Out at the last possible second! Morrigan tears at his hair, and grabs Lovell. Morrigan holds a dazed and confused Jason by the wrist and whips Jason towards the ropes but doesn't let go. As Lovell comes back Morrigan attempts to get him into a second torture rack for a second clockwork driver, but halfway into the rack, lovell shifts his weight and slides off Morrigan's back, pulling him down with a reverse neckbreaker. Lovell stands and waits for Morrigan to stand up. As he does he is facing away from Lovell who superkicks him right in the back of the head. Lovell wastes no time covering the champ, 1............2............and Morrigan Kicks-Out at the last possible second! Lovell is insanely pissed and begins hammering shots on Morrigan when suddenly out of the audience comes a man in a hoodie. The man gets in the ring and spears Lovell out of one of his shoes, and straight into the referee, knocking him unconcious. The man stands to drop the hood, revealing-)

Jim: / Bertram: / Peter:
ALEC FLEMING!?! Peter:
OH MY GOD!

(Fleming then reachs down and grabs Morrigan and hoists him to his feet and throws him over the top as Lovell holds his ribs and neck. Fleming takes Morrigan outside of the ring and hammers chairshot after chairshot into him, before rolling him back into the ring, and covering him with Lovell's busted body. Fleming taps the referee awake, before sliding out and escaping back up the ramp.)

Peter:
Morrigan is getting robbed!!!

Bertram:
Hey that Flem guy attacked both of them, he just covered Morrigan with Lovell.

Peter:
This is still BULLSHIT! I WON'T STAND FOR IT!

Jim:
Good thing you're sitting down then.

(The refereee counts slower than ever.....1.........................2.......................3! But Morrigan still can't kickout in time, he's a hair second too late.) (*DING*DING*DING*)

(Morrigan lays motionless and Lovell kicks him out of the ring as the referee brings him the recently redesigned Heavyweight championship. Lovell raises it in the air, when we see Fleming standing behind him. Alec made it up the ramp, but turned back when the bell rang. Lovell turns and Fleming grabs his hand, then throws it in the air. Lovell smiles, as the two hold their hands high in the air.)

Peter:
This is still BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT I SAY! HE WAS ROBBED BY THESE TWO DOUCHEBAGS!

Bertram:
Is Fleming part of the Syndicate now?

(No sooner does Perry finish his question than Fleming slams his fist into Lovell's jaw laying him flat on his back. Fleming stands over Lovell and the downed Morrigan, eyeing the title with a vengence, and a psychotic smirk.) Peter:
I don't believe this...

Bertram:
Well that answered my question, but right now we're going to take a look...at our Main event of the night...

Jim:
WOOOOOOOOORRRRRRLLLLLDDDDDDD WAAAAAARRRR OOOOONNNNEEE!!!!!