Haggar came to the ring like a man who meant business.   The World title had been unceremoniously ripped from his waist in the biggest shock since Rick Clark beat Haggar and Zangief in a World Title match in June.
      And we all know the kinds of problems that caused.
      Haggar grabbed the mic and let everybody know where he stood.

      HAGGAR:   Ghost, I gotta hand it to you.   I didn't think it would be you.   Of all the people to beat me, I didn't think it would be you.
      Now, I know some of you out there are thinking that I let my guard down.   Some of you are thinking that I was overconfident.   And others think that, at my age, there's no way I could have beaten Ghost anyway.   I'll tell you what I'm thinking.
      Ghost, you beat me last week.   I wasn't expecting it.   But I never expect to lose.   I won't take away from your win, and I won't go making excuses.   I lost.   It's just that simple.

      The crowd started to boo and wail.   They all remember the involvement of Major Force in last week's outcome, and there's no doubt that Haggar does as well.   But he's never been one to look for excuses.   Haggar look at the camera with fire in his eyes.

      HAGGAR:   It's not over, though.   Ghost, you have six days to enjoy that World Title.   Because at Final Breath, I'm taking it back.   You put Skarzz in front of me, I'll rip his mask off.   You put Masters in front of me, I'll take that whip of his and tell him to stick it.   You put Grater in front of me and I'll kick his sorry behind like I've done so many times before.   You can put all of Major Force in front of me, pal, but that will not be enough.   I'm coming for my belt, Ghost.   You've got six days.

      As the smoke cleared from the entrance, Doomsday was making his way down to the ring.   Maybe we'd get some answers on his front, too.   He climbed into the ring and approached Haggar.
      And before Doomsday could even reach Haggar, Extinct ran down the aisle and got into the ring between the two superstars.   He tried to grab the mic away from Haggar, but Haggar wasn't having that.   He had questions.

      HAGGAR:   Just the man I was looking for.   Okay, Doomsday.   You can talk.   What's your story.

      Haggar handed Doomsday the mic, but Extinct snatched it away.

      EXTINCT:   What about you, Haggar?   You helped Doomsday on Saturday.

      Haggar grabbed the mic back.

      HAGGAR:   I know you, Extinct.   You never do anything unless there's something in it for you.   I wasn't going to be indebted to you or Doomsday.   That's my story.   What's yours?

      EXTINCT:   Look, I don't owe you any kind of explanation...HEY!

      Doomsday snatched the mic away from Extinct.   We had heard him speak once on the weekend.   Would we hear him again?
      Suddenly, sirens and screams were heard in the arena.   Music started blaring and the lights went low.   Out came Major Force, Ghost leading the way, World Title in hand.   Major Force had a mic of their own and a vested interest in this conversation.   The group stood on the stage, looking right at Haggar and Doomsday.   Ghost started it off.

      GHOST:   How low you've sunk, hero.   Look at you.   I take your belt, and now you're consorting with these two.   Whatever happened to Mr. Integrity?   The man who would face the world alone?   What is it, Mike?   Do you finally realize that you can't beat us without help?   Or are you just that scared?

      Haggar took the mic back from Doomsday.   He wasn't standing for it.

      HAGGAR:   Why don't you just shut up, Ghost.   I'm scared?   Who's got three men behind him right now?   You beat me for my belt and I'll give you credit for that, but that's all I'll give you credit for.   Grow a spine and then you can start questioning my integrity!

      GHOST:   Cute.   Well spoken, too.   Especially with Doomsday right there at your side.   Mike, let's end this charade.   Don't pretend to afford me any respect, because I certainly don't respect you.   Nor do I respect your big green friend.   But if you're going to interfere in my matches, I might as well have you both dealt with at once.   Saul has talked to Skarzz, and he is ready.   I've talked to Grater, and he's ready.   What about you two?

      HAGGAR:   You mean a tag match?

      GHOST:   Genius and a hero.   Do you accept?

      Haggar paused for half a second.   He turned his head and looked at Extinct and Doomsday.   Doomsday's eyes hadn't moved off of Major Force. Extinct looked very upset.

      HAGGAR:   I'm in.

      GHOST:   Good.   Doomsday?

      EXTINCT:   Now wait one minute, Ghost.   I will not have you...

      Doomsday snatched the mic away from Extinct once more.

      DOOMSDAY:   I ACCEPT!!!

      Doomsday's voice had the volume and tone of a car wreck.   But his intentions were clear.   He was calling Skarzz out.   Ghost smiled, looking like Haggar and Doomsday had just swallowed a big piece of bait.

      GHOST:   I thought you'd say that.   We'll see you tonight, boys.

      With that, Major Force went into the dressing room.   Extinct gave a look to Doomsday.   Haggar kept looking to the back.

      What a night we have planned.
      Ice Dragon gets another shot at the big time with a rematch against SMWA Television Champion West Bronco.
      King Rasta faces off against Grant Redstone in a falls-count-anywhere match.
      There will be a preview of this Saturday's Tag Team match, as Andrew Marshall of Steelworks faces off against El Stingray of the Air Raiders.
      Johnny Proton defends his Cruiserweight Title against Teknos.
      Ron Grayson has another big announcement.   Oh boy...
      And, as you just heard, Mike Haggar and Doomsday will face off against Alexander "The Grater"   and Skarzz of Major Force.
      What a night.

      We returned from commercial to find Extinct and Doomsday backstage.   Extinct was pacing around, looking none too happy.

      EXTINCT:   You don't get it, do you?   I want to get at Major Force, too.   But you can't help Haggar.   You know how that makes us look?   You think people will be scared of a.. a Haggar lapdog?   Is that what you want.

      Doomsday turned and walked away from Extinct.

      EXTINCT:   Doomsday, come back here.   I'm not done...

      With that, we went to our first match

      In a big shocker, Dragon de Hielo ended the long winning streak of West Bronco on Saturday Night Slam Masters, taking him to a twenty minute draw.   Dragon proved how close he could come on one night.   Could he come close once more?
      This time, he had his tag team partner, Dragon de Fuego, in his corner, ready for the assist.   Bronco, as usual, came out alone.   But he's done pretty well like that in the past.

      Hielo started off quickly.   He wasn't going to let his second shot slip between his fingers.   Bronco found himself floored by a quick series of chops and kicks, a backdrop driver and a legdrop.   Hielo was going to swarm the big Arizonan and hope for the best.
      Bronco had other plans.   Hielo went for a hiptoss, but Bronco managed to float over and floor the luchador with a big DDT.   Hielo got to his feet and Bronco levelled him with a big flying lariat.   Bronco then picked Dragon up and hit him with a big double underhook suplex.
      Hielo tried to wrestle with Bronco, getting him in an armlock, but West reversed with an armlock of his own.   Then, while holding on to the arm, Bronco started pulverizing Hielo with a series of short lariats.   Five lariats later, Dragon was almost finished.   Almost.
      Bronco lifted Hielo up for a bodyslam, but Hielo countered with a rake to the face.   Bronco dropped him and Hielo got a brief advantage.   He hit Bronco with a savate kick to stun him and then went to the outside to deliver a springboard shoulderblock.   He connected and went for the pin.   Bronco kicked out.   Hielo then whipped Bronco to the ropes.   Bronco reversed and went for a backdrop.   Hielo flipped over, but when he landed on his feet, Bronco nailed him with a reverse neckbreaker.   Another lariat and Dragon de Hielo was on ice.

West Bronco pinned Dragon de Hielo after a short lariat in 0:10:43.
Rating: **
(West Bronco retained the SMWA Television Title.)

      A needed win by Bronco, especially after the draw on Saturday Night.
      As we went to commercial, our cameras caught Shadow Maxx hiding out in the upper levels of the building.   He wanted to be here for our next big match.

      Seems like Grant Redstone has been the forgotten man in this three way feud.   Not hard to figure, as he was pinned by Shadow Maxx at Thanksgiving Thunder in that triangle match.   But continued attacks on Rasta suggest that Redstone isn't done yet.
      Tonight, it would be up to Rasta to finish him off.
      And before our match started, we saw Shadow Maxx posted in the stands, ready to watch the action.   Question is, would he interfere on Rasta's behalf once more?

      Redstone came out first but he couldn't get into the ring.   Rasta jumped him from behind and the match was on.
      Rasta took Redstone from rail to rail, busting him open early in this match.   Bobby the Monkey cheered on from a safe distance as his friend took it to Big Oz.   Rasta had Redstone tasting guardrail until they finally reached the ring.   Rasta climbed in but was immediately clobbered by a Redstone lariat.   Big Oz still had some fight left in him.
      Shadow Maxx was making his way through the crowd and to the ring.
      Redstone showed us a few of his suplexes.   Rast a managed to flip out of a back suplex attempt, but Redstone quickly countered back.   He hit Rasta with a vicious Aztecan suplex.   But Rasta was up for the punishment.   He got up, jumped onto Redstone with a Thez Press and took a big bite out of his head.
      Shadow Maxx was now at ringside.
      Rasta levelled Redstone with a couple of lariats.   Redstone stopped the momentum with a low blow.   He then ran off the ropes for a lariat of his own.
      Maxx pulled down the ropes and Redstone went spilling outside.   Rasta did not look happy.   He jumped over the ropes and started jawing with Maxx.   Maxx, as per usual, didn't say a thing back.   Redstone saw his chance.   He went behind Rasta and caught him in a release German suplex.   Rasta's head smacked off of the ring mats with a big thud.   Redstone then approached Maxx, but Maxx had taken out his chain.   Redstone wasn't getting near him without a beating.
      Redstone took Rasta back inside and placed him up top.   He then pitched him with a belly-to-belly superplex.   Redstone went for the cover.   He got a two count.
      Redstone kept up his power.   Rasta again managed to counter a back suplex attempt by flipping over.   Before Redstone could respond, Rasta had him up for an atomic drop.   But instead of dropping Redstone on his knee, Rasta pitched Redstone onto the mat, jarring his whole spine.   Rasta then went up top and connected with a big flying kneedrop.   He went for a cover and also got a two count.   Looking to make things a bit more hardcore, Rasta pitched Redstone outside.
      Rasta would not be stopped.   He got Redstone up in position for a vertical suplex but dropped him chest first onto the guardrail.   As Redstone stood, clutching his chest, Rasta took apart the ring steps.   He took one step and drove it right into Redstone's head.   Redstone crumpled to the ground.   Rasta took him back into the ring area.   Looking to finish things, Rasta jumped onto the ring apron and gave the signal for the Dread Lock Drop.   Redstone slowly got up and turned around.   Rasta connected and the match was done.

Falls-Count-Anywhere Match:
King Rasta pinned Grant Redstone with the Dread Lock Drop in 0:12:16.
Rating: ** 1/4

      King Rasta had done it again.   But he still wasn't happy with Maxx.   He approached the Silent Avenger and shoved him to the ground.

      RASTA:   You wanna get in my fights?   You get in on Saturday.   Dat's it, then.

      With that, Rasta and Bobby walked back to the dressing room.   Maxx slowly got up from the floor, looking none too happy.
      These two will settle up in a Texas Death Match this Saturday.

      As we went to commercial, we saw Kodiak Marmoset coming into the arena.   His "friend" Johnny Proton is here tonight.   With a Cruiserweight Title match only days away at Final Breath, expect some fireworks.

      We fade to a group of men, dividing up a large sum of money at a table.   Our view changes as a capped figure passes by in the dark.   We start scanning the faces of the men.   They begin to talk and laugh.

      Man 1: This is the biggest one yet!

      Man 2:   I don't fink I've ever seen this much brass at once! Honest guv! This is amazin'!

      Man 3: Wot are we gonna do wiv it all?

      Another voice is heard, not from the table.

      VOICE:   You're not going to do a bloody thing with it, "Guv!"

      The capped figure drops from the ceiling and proceeds to thrash the men.   The first man rushes him, but the figure side steps and sends him running into a bunch of crates.   The second comes at him with a crowbar.   He succeeds in smashing a few items but cannot hit the man.   The capped figure rolls away from one shot and comes back to his feet, levelling his assailant with an uppercut.   The third man pulls a gun.   Before he can fire, the capped figure takes the crowbar and tosses it at the gun, knocking it from the man's hand.   The next shot is from the perspective of the man.   A big fist knocks him out.   The screen goes black and sirens are heard.

      The police have arrived and they are looking at the warehouse.   An officer notices something on the table.

      Officer:   What's this mark, here?

      Another officer comes over.   On the table is a large, dark letter "B".

      Officer:   And where's the money?

      Another pan to an open window in the building.   We go back to the apartment, where the woman is beginning to wake up.   She looks at the fire escape.

      Woman:   There you are, luv.   Why are you outside?

      Voice:   Just enjoying the night air.

      A quick dissolve to black and white, adventurous music playing in the background.
 

Witness the adventure, the valour, the passion.   Witness...

      Quick fade to the well dressed, dark figure, a shadow amongst the light.
 

THE DARK BRAND

      How the times change.
      Not only were The Air Raiders and Steelworks both recently a part of the Raiders, but it was El Stingray and Andrew Marshall that stood up to the earliest version of Sky Entertainment Ltd. - Terry Sky and "Titan" Tim Redbury.   There's no bad blood between these two teams, but there is a shot at the SMWA World Tag Team Champions on the line this Saturday.   Tonight, Marshall and Stingray would give us a little bit of a preview, with partners Rod Emerson and Ultimate Spider standing at ringside.
      However, it looked like a mismatch.   Marshall is around two hundred and sixty pounds.   Stingray weighs in at one sixty.   He's also giving up over six inches.   This would be power vs speed - and speed looked to be in trouble.

      Stingray tried to start this bout quickly with a series of dropkicks.   They had little effect on the much larger Marshall.   Stingray switched tactics and went for a springboard attack.   Marshall caught him and delivered a belly-to-belly suplex.   And another.   And another.   And another.   And another.
      FIVE belly-to-belly suplexes!!!   And Marshall went for a sixth.   This time, Stingray saw it coming and dropped Marshall with a DDT.   Stingray went up top, but Marshall wasn't ready yet.   He got up and punched Stingray in the stomach.   Stingray fell onto the top turnbuckle and Marshall took him off with a beautifully executed flying powerslam.   He went for a cover.
      1...
              2...
                      Thr..NO!!! Stingray BARELY got his shoulder up.   But he was hurting.
      Marshall again picked up Stingray, this time to hit the De-Facer.   As Marshall picked Stingray up, Stingray's legs booted the ref in the face.   The ref fell to the mat, dazed.   Stingray got out of the move as Ultimate Spider charged the ring.
      Stingray hit Marshall with a beautiful enzuigiri to the face.   Ultimate Spider was crouched behind Marshall as this happened.   Marshall tumbled to the mat, Spider left the ring and the ref came to.   Stingray made the cover.
      1...
              2...
                      3!!!

      Stingray had won!   But it wasn't over.   Emerson jumped at Spider while Marshall got up and kept at Stingray.   Stingray went for a jumping DDT on Marshall, but Jackhammer tossed him viciously onto the mat.   Referees eventually stopped the beating and separated the two teams.
      Stingray was holding his arm in obvious pain.   He rushed to the back with Spider.

El Stingray pinned Andrew Marshall after an enzuigiri to the face in 0:03:13.
El Stingray tore his right triceps.
He will be out for approximately 5 cards.
Rating: ** 1/2

      After that attack, what will happen to our top contenders match at Final Breath?

      As we went to commercial, we saw a shot of "The Rebel" Jerry Kent pacing around the back.   He had something to say.   On our return, he was coming to the ring.
      Kent would be a part of BattleCrash this Saturday at Final Breath.   His opponents would be Doomsday, Skarzz and old rival Jack Slade.   Presumably, that was what Jerry Kent would talk about.   He grabbed the mic and started to go.

      KENT:   Now, I know I'd be an ingrate if I started complaining about BattleCrash, but that's not the case.   I'm happy to be in the match.   What I'm not happy about, though, is who else is in that match with me.   Skarzz is fine.   Nobody's ever pinned him before.   That's impressive.   Doomsday.   I got no problem with him.   So I think we all know who shouldn't be at BattleCrash.   That would be that undeserving leech, Jack Slade.

      With that, Jack Slade's music started and the crowd exploded into cheers.   Slade came down to the ring, shaking his head.   He wasn't about to listen to a Kent smear job.

      KENT:   Well, you saved me the trouble of calling you out, Slade.   Thanks.

      Slade got close enough to the mic that Kent and everybody could hear him.

      SLADE:   What's wrong, Jerry?   Ran out of new things to bitch about in your old age?   Had to go back to me?   What crawled up your ass and died this time?

      KENT:   First off, Slade, this "old man" has put your shoulders to the mat before and he'll do it again if you're not careful.   Now, my problem with you being in this match is that you aren't supposed to be there.   Last I checked, it should have been Zangief or Alexander "The Grater" as the fourth man in this match.   Not you.

      SLADE:   You know damn well I beat Grater last week.

      KENT:   Oh, I know.   Again, McCullough decides to give a little bit of a push to the golden boy.   Another big match for Haggar's little boy.

      SLADE:   Hey!   I got past all of that months ago, Kent.   Hell, you should know.   You were making fun of it one week later.

      KENT:   Because it was the biggest load of crap I had ever seen.   I know it was you and Jessica who were dating at the time, but to me, it sounded like you and Haggar were dating.   This is wrestling, Slade.   I know how people end associations, and it aint like that.   Looking in your eyes right now, I can see that the thing you would have liked to do more than anything was take a chair and plant it right between Haggar's eyes.   You should have hooked up with StB when you had the chance.   That would have gotten you main event status.   Maybe you would have been doing something a little more important at Thanksgiving Thunder than facing off against The Actor.   That's what being the good guy gets you.

      SLADE:   Okay, fine, Kent.   So what is it you're saying?   That I don't deserve to be in the match?   McCullough put me against Grater and I beat him in the middle of the ring.   You might have beaten me before, but I can remember a few times where it was your shoulders pinned to the mat.   I've worked hard under a damn big shadow to get where I am.   So what's your beef?   Why are you making an issue of this?

      KENT:   Because I know how this business works, kid.   Look at the matches McCullough put together for the qualifiers.   Two of them were locks.   That's how Skarzz and Doomsday got in.   There was the star match, with me and Rasta.   McCullough figures that, whichever way that one goes, he's got a big name in the match.   And then he puts in two cripples.   One who's being chased by a couple of xenophobes and another who nearly broke his neck at Thanksgiving Thunder.   Odds were that one of them wouldn't show up.   Turns out one didn't.   So, who does McCullough go to when a big star goes down.   He goes to you.   And you beat a cripple.   That gives you the shot at BattleCrash.   See where I'm going with this?

      Slade was looking at Kent with complete contempt.   He took the mic back.

      SLADE:   Thanks for the conspiracy theory, Oliver Stone.   But I found a big hole.   Why?   What does McCullough have to gain with this?

      Kent paused a second and then started chuckling.

      KENT:   You really don't know, do you?   Think, Slade.   Originally, Mike Haggar was the World Champion.   When he lost to Ghost, McCullough was sure quick to sign the rematch, wasn't he?   At any rate, McCullough figured that the winner of BattleCrash would take on Mike Haggar.   Gunloc, Zangief, Grater, Maxx, Skarzz, Doomsday, Rasta and myself - all big names, all main eventers.   But what's the match everybody wanted to see since your sad little break up, huh?

      Kent stopped talking and looked right at Slade.   Jack looked like he was about to explode.

      KENT:   You don't have to answer.   You against Haggar.   That's what people want.

      The whole crowd burst into applause.   Yes, they did want that.

      KENT:   Even if you don't win BattleCrash, which I can tell you right now, you wont, and even if Haggar can't beat Ghost, McCullough's come up with a little event that would get people watching .   Because, in the minds of a lot of these fans, we could see Jack Slade earn the right to face Mike Haggar.   That, kid, sells tickets.   That gets people turning on their TV.   You're not there because you deserve it.   You're there because, for some reason, people give a damn about you.   That's all.

      There was a silence in the ring as Slade looked at the mat.   He took a breath.

      SLADE:   So, what you're saying, Kent, is that I'm nothing more but a publicity stunt?

      KENT:   You said it, not me.

      And with that, Slade floored Kent with a big right hand.   He began kicking The Rebel in the ribs, forcing him to roll outside.   The crowd was cheering as Slade took the mic again.

      SLADE:   Well, I'll tell you what then, old man!   I don't care if it's Haggar or Ghost who wins the World Title, but this little "publicity stunt" is going to pitch Doomsday over the ropes, take care of Skarzz and then pin your geriatric ass right in the middle of the ring!   It's Crunch Time, Kent!   Call a home, book a room, because I'm going to retire you at Final Breath!

      With that, we went to a commercial.   We returned for our Cruiserweight Title Match this evening...but the first music we heard was Kodiak Marmoset's!   Kodiak made his way to the ring and to the announcers table, where he joined John Lee and Tony B. to do a little colour commentary.

      LEE:   We've been joined by Kodiak Marmoset at ringside.   I suppose, Kodiak, that you're here to do a little bit of scouting for this Saturday.

      KODIAK:   You would be right, Lee.

      TONY:   This is a big match for you personally, isn't it, Kodiak?   I mean, the two guys wrestling tonight are the two guys who've beaten you for the Cruiserweight Title.

      KODIAK:   Tony, do you want me to kick you in the head?

      TONY:   Um, no.

      KODIAK:   Say another word about that and you'll be crapping teeth for a month.

      TONY:   Yes sir.

      Teknos was in the ring by this point and Proton was on his way.   He gave Kodiak a quick look and then entered the ring.   Kodiak would have his time on Saturday.

      Teknos started the match with a faceslam.   He wasn't going to waste any time getting his Cruiserweight Title back.   He caught Proton in an inverted atomic drop and then hit him with a sunset backslide for an early near fall.

      LEE:   An early near fall by Teknos.   Kodiak, what does Proton have to do to beat Teknos?

      KODIAK:   Well, he could always use the same strategy he used on me.   He could stab Teknos in the back.

      LEE:   You're really upset at Johnny for taking that Cruiserweight Title match with you at Thanksgiving Thunder, aren't you?

      KODIAK:   I had a bigger, more important match later that evening.   All Johnny had to do was walk away and I would have given him a shot some other time.   But no.   Him and McCullough have to gang up on me and tire me out for the most important match of my life.

      TONY:   So, what you're saying is that, if you hadn't wrestled Proton earlier, Clone wouldn't have beaten you again.

      KODIAK:   I told you to shut up, Tony.

      Proton took Teknos down with a big power bomb to even the match up and then flew off of the top ropes with a flying elbow.   That got him a two count.   Proton then started working Teknos over on the mat.

      LEE:   Proton doing the smart thing, keeping Teknos out of the air, grinding him down with a leglock.   You know, Kodiak, we've all guessed at it, but we haven't heard from you.   What's your reaction to what Commissioner McCullough did last week.

      KODIAK:   He had no right to lay his hands on me.   I was dealing with Proton, so of course McCullough can come up from behind and choke me out.   If it was face to face, it would have been a different story.

      TONY:   That couldn't have been comfortable, though.   I mean, McCullough used to be a cop.   Sure, a Canadian cop, they don't have as much crime up there, but they teach them some pretty painful holds.   I mean, you looked like you were about to pass out in that choke.

      KODIAK:   One more, Tony.   Say one more stupid thing.   Just give me a reason.

      Teknos had fought his way off the mat and was working Proton with a series of European uppercuts.   A big spinning leg kick took Proton off of his feet and Teknos followed up with a ropeflip moonsault for a two count.

      LEE:   Proton's a remarkable athlete.   He's always been a survivor.   His dad died of cancer when   he was just a kid.   Proton was raised by his mother, who had to fill in for all of the "father" roles.   She taught Proton how to play ball, she supported him in all of his sports and she worked two jobs to pay for his wrestling school.   She supported him at every turn, and now he's the SMWA Cruiserweight Champion.

      KODIAK:   Yeah, sounds like he's had a tough ride, with his mommy working to do everything for him.   I feel so sorry for him.   He had a parent who gave a damn about him.   The poor kid.   What a fricking hard luck case.

      LEE:   That's not nice.

      KODIAK:   It's the damn truth.   Proton doesn't know how lucky he has it.   His mom comes to wrestling matches.   Mine's dead.

      LEE:   Well, we know about the death of your parents years ago, Kodiak, and we're all sorry...

      KODIAK:   Bull$#it!   Because you're sitting here talking about how Proton's a hard luck kid when I've had it harder than he ever did.   Did Proton ever live on the streets? Did his dad hate him?   Were his folks killed before he could tell them how successful and happy he was?   No!   No!   That all happened to me, but I don't hear you talking about how I overcame adversity.   No, you have to talk about the spoiled brat in that ring there.

      LEE:   I'm sorry, Kodiak.

      KODIAK:   No you're not.

      Teknos was up top and he came spinning off with the Teknospinner.   Proton moved out of the way and Teknos crashed to the mat.   The groggy luchador got to his feet and Proton took him down with a jumping piledriver.   Proton then backed up into the corner and signalled for the Proton kick.   His boot hit Teknos right in the jaw and it was over.

Johnny Proton pinned Teknos with the Proton kick in 0:06:51.
Rating: *** 1/2
(Johnny Proton retained the SMWA Cruiserweight Title.)

      KODIAK:   Why did you even have to bring it up, Lee, huh?!?   What, Proton goes through some family stuff and he's a hero?   I'm going through stuff you couldn't even imagine and I'm throwing a tantrum!   I'm out of control!   I'm immature!   Well screw you, Lee!   Screw everybody!   Nobody knows what I've been going through, okay?

      Johnny Proton made his way to the ring announcers table and grabbed the microphone there.   He had something to say.

      PROTON:   Kody.   He y.   Listen, I can tell you're pissed, okay?

      KODIAK:   Well, you obviously don't care!

      PROTON:   No, I do, okay?   Look, I know what you need right now.   You need a friend.   You need somebody to talk to.   That's all that any of us need.   Now, I'm willing to back out of this match at Final Breath if you are.   If it's going to cost us our friendship, then forget it.   How about you?

      KODIAK:   Shut up, Johnny!

      PROTON:   Okay, then I'll tell you what I'm going to do.   This Saturday, after the match, win or lose, I'm going to stick out my hand.   You can shake it, you can spit on me, you can punch me in the face.   Whatever happens is up to you.   But I want you to know that I will always be there for you, no matter what.   I am your friend, Kody.   And friends help each other.

      Kodiak was still seething at the announce table.   Proton continued.

      PROTON: I don't want to fight you.   But if I have to, I'll tell you this.   This belt means a whole lot to me.   Like I said, if you're the winner or the loser, I'm still here for you.   But, and this might be a bit selfish, I'm going to do my best to make sure you end up a loser.

      Proton put down the mic and made his way to the back.   As he passed into the back, a small chant was being started.   Kodiak was making his way back to the dressing room.   He was starting to hear it, but he wasn't sure what it was.   But, after a few moments, it became very clear what people were chanting.

      "Loser"

      We went to commercial with a furious Kodiak going backstage.   When we returned, Kodiak was tearing apart some of the backstage area.   He was throwing around chairs, tables and he tipped some sort of cart.   A roadie tried to calm him down, but Kodiak kicked him in the face.
      Kodiak didn't like this new chant.

      As we went back to the arena, that God awful Daredevil Productions music started playing.   Ron Grayson made his way to the ring with Monica.   He had another one of his "announcements".

      GRAYSON:   You know, I know a lot of people have been wondering who I'm going to bring to Final Breath this Saturday.   Well, truth be told, I've had so many people offer to join me...

      MONICA:   You have?

      GRAYSON:... Yes.   So many people.   Anyway, I've gone over the pages and pages of names that Monica gave me.

      MONICA:   Huh?

      GRAYSON:   Stand there and look pretty, hon.   All of those pages, but as I was picking my final team, and trust me, it's a doozy, I thought "Wow, this is really stupid".

      MONICA:   Heh.

      GRAYSON:   I wasn't talking about you.   Anyway, I thought this whole situation on Saturday was stupid.   I mean, it's me and Terry Sky that have our problems.   The Highland Hit Squad...I've got nothing against them.   So, what I'm saying, I guess, is why should we wait for Saturday when our teams face off.

      MONICA:   We have a team now?

      GRAYSON:   Shut up.   Why should we even let our teams fight, is what Monica was wondering.   I agree with her.   So, Terry Sky, I know you're here right now.   Let's settle up.

      MONICA:   Don't tell me to shut up.   You know how I get.

      GRAYSON:   Too well.

      The crowd buzzed with anticipation as Terry Sky made his way to the ring, wearing a big, big smile on his face.   Even without Monica, Sky knew what was happening.   This was made very obvious by his first statement in the ring.

      SKY:   You don't have a team, do you.

      GRAYSON:   Oh, no.   I mean yes!   Yes, I do have a team.   But I don't think we need to use teams.

      SKY:   Because you don't have one.

      GRAYSON:   No.   Yes.   I mean... What I'm saying, Terry, is that this is between you and me.   It has nothing to do with who has more of a team.   It's not a numbers thing.   It's a people thing.   So how about, instead of worrying about getting three men a piece to the arena on Saturday, how about we just do this now?

      SKY:   Monica, what do you think of this whole situation.

      MONICA:   I have no idea what Ron's talking about.

      Sky's smile got even bigger.

      SKY:   Okay.   Here's the deal, Ron.   I've signed the Hit Squad to a match on Saturday against you and your team.   That's ironclad.   But I'll give you a chance to get out of it.   You and me, right now.   If you win, the match on Saturday is off.

      GRAYSON:   Thank youumph!!!

      Sky clocked Grayson in the jaw as the Highland Hit Squad made their way to the ring with a referee.   Looks like Grayson has again backed himself into a corner.

      Sky was pounding on Grayson and pitched him over the top ropes.   The ref told Sky to ease up, keeping him from seeing Hamish laying a beating on Grayson.   Hamish tossed the North American champion around outside and then back into the ring.   Sky continued to stomp him into little pieces.   He whipped Grayson into the ropes again, and this time The Flying Scotsman tripped him, dropping him right on his face.   Monica protested, but Scotsman blew her off with a lift of the kilt.   Suddenly, Angus was behind her, dancing a very dirty little dance.
      Grayson saw this and tried to get outside, but Sky grabbed him by the trunks, showing everybody in the audience what he thought Grayson was.   Grayson was pulled back in and taken down with a big suplex.
      Monica was shrieking at ringside as the Highlanders all approached her, flipping their kilts.   Thank God they weren't in their *ahem* true Scottish uniforms.
      Grayson saw this and went after Monica.   He grabbed her and a mic from the announcers table as he made his way back to the dressing room.   The ref counted him out.

Terry Sky defeated Ron Grayson by countout in 0:04:00.
Rating: * 1/2

      Grayson bid a hasty retreat, but not before having the last word.

      GRAYSON:   You made a big mistake, Sky.   It could have been just you and me on Saturday.   Now, your team is going to go down to mine.

      MONICA:   Who's our team?

      GRAYSON:   GYAH!!!

      And with that, Grayson and Monica disappeared into the back.

      This Saturday, we might just see the Highland Hit Squad against Ron Grayson, Monica and her brain, which may be making a surprise appearance.   Aside from that, who could Grayson get to team with him?

      We went backstage for a quick shot of Grater and Skarzz getting ready for our...

      RA:   Ladies and Gentlemen, the following tag team contest is our main event of the evening...   It is scheduled for one fall with television time remaining.

      RA:   Being led to the ring by Saul Masters and the SMWA Heavyweight Champion of the World, Ghost... Weighing in at seven hundred and ten pounds...   Representing Major Force... The holders of the SMWA Wild Cards... SKARZZ and Alexander "THE GRATER"!!!

      We knew Ghost made the match but didn't know he'd be at ringside right off the bat.   This offsets what seemed to be an equal match between Extinct and Saul Masters outside the ring.   It now looks like Haggar and Doomsday will be one man down.

      RA:   Their opponents... First... Being led to the ring by Extinct....   From the Ashes of the Armageddon... Weighing in at four hundred pounds.... DOOMSDAY!!!

      This Saturday, Doomsday and Skarzz will both be a part of BattleCrash.   Tonight would be yet another warm-up in a feud which seems destined to end up with these two in the ring.
      Doomsday didn't enter the ring at first.   He was waiting.

      RA:   His tag team partner... From New York City... Weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds... He is the former Five Time SMWA Heavyweight Champion of the World!!!   MIKE HAGGAR!!!

      Haggar started off with a brisk walk to the ring as the crowd popped!   That walk turned into a run and, within seconds, we had our main event.
      Skarzz and Doomsday found each other almost instantly as old foes Haggar and Grater battled it out.   There were no fancy moves yet.   It was kicks and punches delivered with vicious force.   Haggar looked to be getting the edge until Grater nailed him with a low blow.   At this point, Doomsday had dumped Skarzz over the top rope and was on Grater.   He levelled Grater with a clothesline to the back of the head and then put him up top.   In an amazing display of power, Doomsday hit an early Death from Above chokeslam.   Grater was in trouble, but Skarzz was quick to come to his aid.   Haggar, recovered, once again evened up the sides.   Grater was sent out of the ring by a lariat.   Haggar got Skarzz and dropped him with a powerslam.   Doomsday followed up with a big senton.
      Haggar and Doomsday aren't an experienced team, but they seem to be working well with each other.
      We finally got some order in the ring.   Haggar and Skarzz were the legal men and Haggar did his best to take Skarzz out.   A lariat bounced Skarzz off of the ropes.   Haggar then picked him up and dropped him throat first onto the top rope.   Haggar then took a dazed Skarzz and went for a superplex.
      Too soon.
      Skarzz grabbed Haggar and shoved him over the top ropes, sending him crashing outside.   Skarzz made the tag to Grater, who was all over Haggar outside.
      Grater went at Haggar with a variety of weapons.   He found the ring steps particularly effective.   Back inside, Grater and Skarzz took turns brutalizing Haggar until Haggar finally made an opening.   Grater attempted one of his Tenderizer elbows, but Haggar got his foot up.   Quickly, he tagged out to Doomsday.
      Doomsday flattened Grater with a lariat and then dropped him with a powerslam.   Skarzz wasn't going to have any of that.   He stormed the ring and attacked Doomsday.   Haggar got back into the ring and took on Skarzz.   Grater grabbed Doomsday and pitched him outside.   Those two have unfinished business.
      The ref had lost all control of this one.   He didn't know who the legal man was, and he didn't seem to care.   He was going to let these two teams go.
      Haggar tried to take Skarzz down with a few lariats, but Skarzz wasn't budging.   Haggar went for another lariat, but Skarzz caught him around the throat.   In one motion, he choke slammed Haggar hard to the mat.   Skarzz then picked Haggar up for the Skarring.   Haggar managed to escape, sending Skarzz into the turnbuckles.   Haggar hit Skarzz with one spinning lariat.   Then another.   Then a third, which knocked Skarzz to a knee.   Haggar signalled for the Screwdriver.
      Seeing trouble, Ghost charged the ring and attacked Haggar.   The match was over.

Doomsday and Mike Haggar defeated Major Force (Alexander "The Grater" and Skarzz) when Haggar defeated Skarzz by disqualification in 0:12:32.
Rating: 1/2*

      Haggar fought Ghost off.   He kicked him in the head and knocked him over the top with a lariat.   Skarzz tried to get another shot in, but he was sent flying outside.
      Doomsday had taken Grater into the ringsteps when he saw Skarzz outside of the ring.   He made his move to attack Skarzz.   Doomsday nailed Skarzz with a massive lariat and the two started brawling.
      Haggar was left alone in the ring, trying to keep Major Force from getting in.
      We went off the air with Haggar holding Major Force at bay and Skarzz and Doomsday in one hell of a fight.
      This Saturday should be awesome!