[FADEIN: The rampway as "Sleep Now In the Fire" by RATM is playing, "Cocky" Craig Miles walks out, wearing a black and white striped ref shirt with the sleeves cut off, black pants, and his tool belt full of various and sundry objects. Miles swaggers to the ring as much of the crowd is jeering him.]
TF: Introducing first our special guest referee for this No DQ Street fight...COCKY! CRAIG! MILES!!! [Crowd gives a shower of boos to Miles who smiles wickedly]
DT: This match will be a war, that much is clear. These four men were all in the same match, in quite different rolls at Unleashed, where Craig Miles betrayed Marcus Westscott, leading to his defeat at the hands of the Forsaken, via a pinfall counted by Anarky.
DM: This is really a second chapter in some ways of that contest, and who knows what to expect.
MN: I know what to expect! Carnage! This is going to be amazing!
[MUSIC-UP: "More Human Then Human" by White Zombie. Anarky, wearing his trademark skull face-paint, ripped jeans, a black leather jacket, black Napalm Death T-Shirt, and black wrestling boots. He carries a baseball bat to the ring in his hands, which are in gloves that are covered in barbed wire.]
TF: "Introducing first..Weighing in at 245 pounds...AN! RRRRR!!!! KEY!!!!!"
[The crowd boos loudly as Anarky enters the ring, where he is almost instantly confronted by Miles who's got a small flashlight]
DT: What in the world is Craig Miles doing?!
MN: He's flashing the light up Anarky's nose looking for coke! Ha ha! That Miles is a genius!
DT: Anarky pushes Miles away, Miles now tugging on his ref shirt and giving Anarky the business.
[Before anything more can happen between between the two men suddenly "Never Wanted To Dance" by MSI, the TBM Remix hits over the PA. The crowd pops as Felix Red, wearing a black Dresden Dolls T-Shirt, black dickies, sneakers and his EPW World Tag belt, comes out from the curtain, he is flanked by Ryoko, her hair dyed black, she is wearing a black top with a deep purple jacket and dress cut at the knee, she carries a small purple purse with her. Gotho follows on the other side wearing a black school girl outfit with his hair in pigtails, attempting to look as much like Lyn-Z from MSI as any 340+ pound man could. Gotho does some dancing for a little bit, then starts to cry. Felix cuffs him on the back of the head to get him back towards walking to the ring.]
TF: Introducing his opponents, first, being led to the ring by El Gothopotamus and Ryoko, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is one half of the EPW World Tag Team Champions...FELIX!!!! RED!!!!"
[The crowd pops as Felix gets in the ring, he takes his belt off and looks like he's ready to use it as a weapon. When "Ladies and Gentleman" by Saliva hits, Marcus Westscott charges to the ring at a dead run. His arms are taped up, he's wearing a plain white wife-beater and faded blue jeans over his white wrestling boots, he hits the ring and begins attacking!]
[Bell rings]
DT: Westscott with that Kendo Stick to the head of Felix! And a shot for Anarky! Felix now being worn out with that stick and he rolls to the floor...Anarky gets CRACKED by the stick and he too goes to the floor...Westscott now screaming in the ring, and he winds up at Miles...But holds off!
MN: If Beast knows what's good for him, he won't hit Miles, he knows his match at the PPV with Miles will be off if he does!
DT: You owe a dollar to the "Don't call him Beast" fund Mikey...Miles smirking, flashing that MILES-WIDE grin at Westscott, who turns to look at as Felix is getting in the ring...OH MY! Miles just used a staple gun on the back of Westscott's head!
DM: There isn't a lot Westscott, or really anyone can do about Miles's antics, since he is in charge of this match as referee.
DT: Felix now back in the ring and stomping on Westscott, who's prone from that staple shot to the head...Felix measuring Westscott and a THRUST KICK by Felix Red drops him to the mat, Felix covers...And Miles is pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up...He's just smoking in the corner, ignoring the pin!
MN: You ever smoked? Sometimes you need a fix, everything else can wait!
DT: Felix gives up on the pin and stalks over to Miles, who just blows smoke in Felix's face...WAIT ANARKY WITH A ROLL UP ON FELIX!
ONE!
NO!
DT: Miles with a really slow count there also on Felix...Who knows what games he's playing here.
MN: I do, he's hoping for carnage, and I love it!
DT: Westscott has gone to the floor, he's looking under the ring and he's got a table...He throws that table into the ring...And now he's got another one and he slides THAT one into the ring also!
MN: I'm liking this already!
DT: Anarky trying to rake at Felix with those barbed wire gloves...Felix fighting with Anarky and he's taken off one of Anarky's gloves, but Anarky manages to cut up Felix with his other gloved hand!
DM: This fight is going to be a true test of wills, and all these men have so much hatred of each other that nobody's going to go down without taking a great deal of abuse!
DT: Westscott has one table set up in the corner and now he's got the other table unfolded and set up in the middle of the ring...Westscott charges into the corner and CRUSHES BOTH MEN into the corner...He drives a couple of headbutts into Anarky's skull and Anarky falls to the mat, Felix now grabbed by Westscott who HIPTOSSES HIM THROUGH THE TABLE PROPPED UP IN THE CORNER!
[Crowd buzzing!]
DT: Westscott wastes no time and quickly gets Felix back up...He scoops him off the ground...SPINEBUSTER THROUGH THE OTHER TABLE!!!!
{HOLY SH*T! Chant!]
DT: Felix just got DESTROYED! The cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!!
NO!!
DT: Anarky breaks it up! And I must say, that was a faster count then we've seen out of Miles!
MN: He's like Pedro in his prime, changing speeds, working all sections of the zone, it's a masterpiece!
DT: I don't think counting to three is the same as pitching in the bigs Neely...Anarky stomping away on Westscott who's trying to get up...Anarky now driving Westscott to a corner and GRINDING that barbed wire glove in Westscott's face! Westscott howling as his flesh is being ripped open.
DM: Anarky, I know he's lost that baseball bat he had at the start, but of the three men, he's clearly come loaded for bear in this fight.
DT: Felix now over and he's got Felix's other glove and now ANARKY is having the barbed wire driven into HIS scalp! Anarky flailing, trying to get free of Felix...Felix drops the glove and grabs Anarky...UNPRETTIER ON THE GLOVE!! Anarky thrashing on the mat in agony! Felix covers!
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!
DT: Westscott with the save on what was a lightning like count from Miles...Westscott now kicking the hell out of Felix and now Felix is tossed over the top to the floor!
MN: Good, get the tiny guy out of the way and let these two maul each other for a while!
DT: Anarky and Westscott now trading shots on each other, big right hands by both men...OH ANARKY GOES LOW ON WESTSCOTT! Westscott falls to the mat in agony.
DM: There is no rules here, these man can do anything they want and clearly they are going to!
DT: Anarky now standing over Westscott...OH MY! MILES JUST LIT A SMALL BLOWTORCH AND SHOT ANARKY WITH THE FLAME! Anarky cutching at his face, he could be blinded!
MN: You gotta love Craig Miles! You have to!
DT: I don't think any of the men in this match would agree with that, wait a minute! Felix is to his feet on the outside and now he and Gotho are getting out a table...The table set up now on the floor...Felix into the ring and he grabs Westscott and pulls him to the floor...Felix and Gotho now hammering Westscott with right hands...Now Felix puts Westscott on the table...Ryoko runs over and grabs Westscott's arms, Gotho has his legs...Felix slides into the ring...Off the ropes...NO HANDS PLANCHA FROM THE RING TO THE FLOOR DRIVING WESTSCOTT THROUGH THAT TABLE!!!
[Competing "HOLY! SH*T!" and "EPW" chants break out! The camera pans to Ryoko checking on Felix.]
MN: You know, for someone who really doesn't want to be here, Ryoko isn't acting like it.
DT: The relationship between Felix and Ryoko is something we could spend hours trying to figure out, what matters right now is Anarky getting his wits about him and he's to the floor and he grabs Westscott and throws him into the ring...Ryoko and Gotho now toss Felix in...Anarky goes for the cover on Westscott as Felix throws an arm over his chest...Now Miles jumps on top! What is he doing?!
[MIles yells "PILE ON!" as Anarky glares at him]
MN: Man this guy is a card! Miles is working these fools like a speed bag!
DT: Anarky throws Felix off Westscott and stomps on Felix a couple times, he now goes to the outside...What's he doing now?
MN: Whatever it is, I think they aren't bleeding enough, so I hope it brings the gore!
DT: Anarky's got a bag and now he's back in the ring...He opens the bag...OH LORD...IT'S THUMBTACKS!!!
[Crowd buzzing!]
DM: The brutality of this match just keeps getting more and more intense as things go on. This is getting scary!
DT: Anarky now gets Westscott up and stands him near the tacks...A right hand...Another one...Westscott staggering...another shot...He's almost fallen over...WAIT! WESTSCOTT GRABS ANARKY...BACKDROP INTO THE TACKS!!!
MN: Oh man, this is amazing!
DT: Anarky screaming as he rolls to the floor in agony...Felix is up...Westscott kicks him in the stomach and now he hooks him...Oh no...OH NOOOOO...POWERBOMB ON FELIX RED INTO THE TACKS!!!!
MN: On the humanity! Thank goodness I'm TiVo'ing this show!!
DT: Westscott covers!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
NO!!
DT: Ryoko just reached in and gouged Westscott in the eye...Of course Miles took his sweet time getting around to counting...Westscott goes outside after Ryoko, Gotho tries to get in the way, and he gets DECKED for his troubles...Westscott now chasing Ryoko around the ring...ANARKY BLINDSIDES WESTSCOTT WITH A CHAIRSHOT! Right as Westscott was turning that corner to get after Ryoko, Anarky just sprung up and BELTED Westscott with that chair!
DM: Ryoko unwittingly giving Anarky the advantage there, meanwhile in the ring Felix is getting to his feet...and Miles looks like he's sizing him up...HE JUST BREATHED FIRE AT FELIX!!
MN: Whiskey + Fire = DRAGONFIRE!!! Oh he's the cock of the walk! Dance little puppets, dance on the strings of the puppetmaster Craig Miles!
DT: You want me to give Miles the note saying you like him or you going to meet him after history class and tell him yourself Neely?
MN: Hey, you got to respect genius.
DT: Anarky now has the run of the place with Felix burned and Westscott just about knocked out...Anarky rolls Westscott into the ring...He now drags him away from the ropes and covers...
ONE!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO! NO!
DT: Miles with an OUTRAGIOUSLY SLOW COUNT there on Westscott and Anarky is livid...Anarky and Miles now jawing...Anarky with a right hand! Miles...Staggers back and falls to the floor...Now he's laying outside the ring like he's been shot...This is a joke!
MN: He knocked out the ref! Anarky's going to be looking at fines, a suspension...He might never work in this business after that horrific act!
DT: Miles contines to ham it up laying there on the floor...Now Anarky going to the outside...He's got another table and he slides it into the ring...Anarky sets up that table in the middle of the ring now...And now he's got Westscott and he's setting him up in the corner...Oh lord...He's gonna Super Bomb him through the table!
DM: This match has seen so much and now perhaps this is what it will take to end this battle.
DT: Wait a second, Gotho now in the ring, he's taking a couple punches at Westscott and telling Anarky to wait a second...Oh lord...Gotho just pulled out LIGHTER FLUID from that school girl vest he was wearing...He's spraying down the table...Now he's got some matches...THE TABLE IS ON FIRE!!!
MN: YES!! KILL WESTSCOTT!!!
DT: ANARKY OFF THE TOP ROPE...SUPERBOMB THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!!!!!
[Crowd explodes...LOUD "HOLY SH*T!" chants!]
DT: That HAS to be it...But Miles is still on the floor faking his injury from that punch by Anarky.
MN: See, Anarky did it to himself, he's got nobody else to blame!
DT: Anarky back to his feet and now he's going outside to get Miles who's now pretending to be using the steel steps to get to his feet...Anarky yelling at Miles, who reacts by drunkenly staggering away from Anarky...OH LORD! FELIX RED OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A CHAIRSHOT ON ANARKY, CRUSHING ANARKY'S SKULL INTO THE RINGPOST!!!
MN: Westscott dead, check, Anarky dead, check...Now if Miles could just take care of Felix, this would be perfection!
DT: Miles now quits his games and looks fine...Felix staggers into the ring...This match has taken just about everything from these three men. Felix waiting on Westscott to get up...He's measuring him...Westscott up...IMPALER DDT INTO THE WRECKAGE OF THAT TABLE...Oh man...Westscott has been put through hell here...And now Felix isn't content to pin him...No...He's hooking Wescott up...ANTI-LIFE EQUATION! He's got that Regal Stretch locked in on Westscott!
DM: With Miles making up the rules as he goes along on these pins, it's not a bad idea to think submission, of course he's attacked everyone in the fight, he might just attack Felix if he feels like it to break the hold.
DT: Miles now getting in the face of Westscott, he's giving him the business, he's telling Westscott to tap, to be a quitter...Now he's BEGGING Westscott to tap out, he wants to see it happen...Wait, Anarky's starting to get into the ring, he's got that bat he brought with him at the start of the match.
MN: I hope Anarky breaks this up before that wimp Westscott taps out...I want to see the slaughter continue!
DT: Anarky in the ring with the bat...OH MY GOD!!! OH GOD NO!!! HE JUST BROKE THAT BAT OVER CRAIG MILES'S HEAD!!! MILES IS MOTIONLESS!!!
[Crowd goes from buzzing to a kind of shocked silence]
MN: Is...Is...He...Dead?
DT: Felix getting in Anarky's face, Anarky threatening Felix with the shards of that bat...WAIT! WESTSCOTT WENT LOW ON FELIX RED! Felix crumples to the mat and rolls to the outside...Westscott now giving chase to Felix...Westscott now peppering Felix with right hands...Felix rocked back into the steel steps...Westscott now DRIVES him into the steps! Felix now staggering towards the ramp...Westscott grabs a chair...AND CRACKS FELIX WITH IT! Felix staggers INTO ANOTHER SHOT! Felix down...Westscott swings again...Ryoko grabs the chair! Westscott turns onto her...Felix grabs him from behind and fires a couple right hands!
DM: Again Ryoko going above and beyond the call of duty to help Felix!
DT: Westscott staggers back...AND LANDS ANOTHER CHAIRSHOT!! Felix dumped to the ramp...
MN: What is Anarky doing?!
DT: Oh lord...Anarky has Felix's tag belt and he's wrapped it over his shoulder...He pulls Miles up...Miles is limp...ANARKY WITH A CHAOS BREAKER ON THE BELT!!!! This is INHUMAN...Miles was knocked cold by that shot with the bat...Why...Why is Anarky continuing this attack?
DM: Clearly the comments between these two men before this match set something off in Anarky, who's basically gotten this match thrown out by his beating on Craig Miles!
DT: Westscott meanwhile continues to chase after Felix and strike him with that chair whenever he can, they are up on top of the rampway now...Ryoko's beggng Felix to leave, grabbing at his arm...Felix pulls himself away from her to land a series of punches on Westscott...Westscott counters with a headbutt...AND A HUGE CHAIRSHOT! Felix topplies to the ground...He's trying to get to his feet even still!
DM: Felix is like a punch drunk fighter, he has no idea where he is or what he's doing, but he wants to keep fighting anyhow.
MN: Well if he does he's gonna end up on the slab next to Miles in the coroner's office.
DT: Meanwhile back in the ring, Anarky' ripped some of that barbed wire off one of his gloves...and now he flips Miles onto his stomach...AND LOCKS ON A CROSSFACE!!!! HE'S GOT THAT BARBED WIRE ACROSS MILES' FOREHEAD AS HE'S RIPPING BACK ON MILES'S NECK!!!
DM: Miles isn't screaming or fighting this...Miles needs help...We need help out here NOW!
DT: Meanwhile on the rampway Felix continues to try to fight Westscott, who's more then happy to continue beating him with the chair...Ryoko continues to struggle with getting Felix away,,,Felix pulls free...INTO ANOTHER CHAIRSHOT!!! Felix out on his feet...Westscott backs up a bit...THE BIG WIND-UP!!!! THE CHAIRSHOT!!! NO!! GOTHO GRABBED THE CHAIR!!!
MN: The little flunky earning his pay!
DT: Westscott glaring at Gotho, Felix now again being grabbed by Ryoko to leave...He's fighting her...WAIT...WHAT IN THE...Ryoko just pulled Felix towards her and...She's kissing him!
MN: I'll never understand women...Never...
DT: Ryoko and Felix embracing and now she's leading him to the back...
MN: Back to her hotel room...
DT: Gotho meanwhile hits Westscott with the chair...NO EFFECT! Westscott...RIPS the chair away from Gotho...And now grabs him...HE THROWS GOTHO OFF THE RAMP AND THROUGH A TABLE!!!
MN: Maybe he'll be the one they autopsy after Miles.
DT: Westscott on the ramp now looking into the ring as three security guards are trying to break Anarky's grip on Miles...Westscott doesn't appear to be to upset about this turn of events.
DM: Miles left Westscott to the wolves at Unleashed where he was beaten by the Forsaken, I doubt Miles can expect a helping hand in his moment of need here.
DT: More security piling into the ring...They finally pry Anarky's hands from Miles...Anarky being held down...They got those plastic zip tie things, using them as a form of handcuffs on Anarky who's screaming and fighting as they are literally dragging him from the ring! Anarky fighting even with his arms pinned behind his back, kicking at anyone he can...This is demonic...Anarky's lost his mind!
MN: Did he ever have one before?
DT: We need EMT's! We need an ambulance...My God...This is...Inhuman...
[The camera pans to a shot above Craig Miles as EMT's get into the ring, with the mat area around his head turning red as blood pools around his head.]