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(We open to a slow New Year's Theme as shots of SMWA Wrestlers pass by)

May Countries War

(The Eastern Powers and The All-Americans)

May Madness End

(Kodiak Marmoset and Clone)

May Monsters Destroy

(Doomsday and Skarzz)

May Demons Mystify

(Oni and Teioh)

May Alliances Crumble

(Terry Sky and Ron Grayson)

May Old Acquaintance Be Forgot and Never Brought To Mind

(Jack Slade and Mike Haggar)

The Slam Masters Wrestling Association proudly presents...

New Year's Smash '99

From the Great Western Forum, Los Angeles, California
 

    Happy New Year!  It's time to get SMASHED!!!
    A sell-out crowd at the Great Western Forum rises to it's feet as fireworks explode throughout the arena.  This is a new year!  This is New Year's Smash!
    Tonight, Kodiak Marmoset has two choices - win or leave - as he faces off against Clone.
    Tonight, a mystery becomes clearer as Oni locks up with Teioh.
    Tonight, old partners clash as Ron Grayson defends the North American Title against Terry Sky.
    Tonight, a war could end as The All-Americans and the Eastern Powers fight in the Gulag.
    Tonight, two monsters threaten to destroy everything as Skarzz meets with Doomsday.
    Tonight, it's teacher versus student.  It's legend against upstart.  It's the match we've all been waiting for.  It's Jack Slade against Mike Haggar, with the World Title on the line!
    Let's get to the action!

    Two of the most exciting teams in the world are scheduled to face off.  But, a problem has already occurred.  Dragon de Hielo sustained an injury recently in Mexico and will not be able to wrestle tonight.  However, Dragon de Fuego has found a replacement.  Who?  We don't yet know.
    These two teams have exchanged victories in recent weeks and are no strangers to one another.  Fuerza Dragon took the SMWA Tag Team Titles off of the PXM as recently as October, while the PXM has defeated the Dragons many times in the past.  This match could have a huge outcome on the careers of both teams, with the winner moving up the rickety tag team ladder.
    The Philadelphia X-Treme Machine was first to the ring, carrying their typical assortment of plunder.  Battle carried a hub cap, while Burnz brought down a garbage can filled with various weapons.  The PXM have drawn the most recent blood in this series of matches, squashing the Dragons on a recent Massacre.  They were looking to do the same tonight.
    But who would they be squashing?
    Dragon de Fuego came out first.  Just out of the entrance, he stepped to one side to make way for his tag team partner.  At first, we couldn't tell who it was.  It appeared to be another Dragon.  However, a camera close-up revealed that the mask he was wearing only partially covered his face.  This wasn't just any Dragon.
    Enter Dragon de Actor?!?!
    The Actor had become a Dragon!  True to his form, Actor was dressed just like a Dragon, and he was acting just like a Dragon.  Was he going to be the permanent replacement for Dragon de Fuego?
    Well, he certainly would be tonight.
    As  the PXM stood confused in the ring, we were treated to another surprise.  The Dragons stormed the ring and blitzed the PXM.  The bell rang...

    Within seconds, Crash Burnz was outside and Fuego was following him out with a somersault plancha.  In the ring, Actor had nailed Battle with a low blow and a DDT.  Looking to put an early end to it, the newest Dragon locked on his Take Four figure four leglock.  Battle was in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go.  Fortunately for Battle, Burnz was able to deal with Fuego and got into the ring and broke the hold after twenty seconds.  The PXM quickly went outside to regroup.
    These new Dragons were already impressing just minutes into the match.
    Perhaps getting a little bit bored inside the ring, the Dragons decided to make things a bit more interesting for the PXM.  They bounced off the ropes and attempted a double tope.  Fuego hit his on the hobbling Battle, but Burnz moved out of the Actor Dragon's way.  As Battle and Fuego brawled, Burnz found a cameraman.  He took his camera and smashed it on the back of the Actor not once but twice.  He rolled Actor inside and continued to beat on him.  Nothing fancy, just hard punches and kicks.  Finally, Burnz went for a high risk move.  He jumped up and attempted a Frankensteiner on Actor.  Actor managed to block the hold and powerbombed Burnz to the ground.  Quickly, he followed up with a somersault legdrop and made the cover.
    1..
        2...
            NO!!!  Close, but no.
    These Dragons are something else!
    Actor tagged in Fuego and the two Cruiserweights subjected Burnz to several brilliant double team moves, including a combination legsweep/flying shoulder block with Fuego coming off of the top turnbuckle.  Burnz was in  tough, but he wasn't done.  Fuego went up again, but this time Burnz saw him go up and met him on the top turnbuckle.  In a beautiful move, Burnz hit a Frankensteiner from the top rope!  Both men hit the mat hard as the ref began to count.
    1... 2... 3...
        4... 5... 6...
    Burnz was beginning to move.
            7...
    So was Fuego.
    Both men managed to make the tags to their partners.  Battle came in the ring a house on fire, levelling both Dragons with spinning lariats.  He picked up the Actor and powerslammed him to the mat hard.  A pin attempt was broken by Fuego.
    The ring filled up and a huge brawl ensued.  The two teams took turns employing double team moves on each other.  The PXM floored both Dragones with a double kneelift.  Fuerza Dragon felled Battle when the Actor hit a superkick which was followed by a German suplex from Fuego.  These two teams were putting it all on the line for the big show.
    The PXM lifted Actor up for a double launch slam, but Fuego was there to stop it.  He hit a double dropkick on the PXM, nailing both in the back.  Actor fell on his feet and grabbed the heads of both men.  A double headsmash dazed the PXM and a double dropkick from the Dragons sent them out of the ring.  Quickly, each man was on the top rope.  Fuego dove off on Burnz with a corkscrew bodyblock, while The Actor used a somersault plancha on Battle.  Battle's knee buckled beneath him as the Dragons got in the ring.
    Burnz was stunned.  Battle was clutching his knee.  The ref began to count.
    1... 2... 3...
        4... 5... 6...
            7.. 8... 9...
            10!!!

Fuerza Dragon (Dragon de Fuego and The Actor) defeated The Philadelphia X-Treme Machine when Fuego defeated Slash by countout in 0:07:47.
Rating: ** 1/2

    Wow!  Their first time out as a team and Fuerza Dragon completely decimates the Philadelphia X-Treme Machine!  Amazing!  If these two stay together, it should be quite the team to watch!
    We then went backstage to Nick Jones.

Jones:  Fans, I've tried to get words with both Mike Haggar and Jack Slade, but neither man is willing to talk at this point in time, each man wanting to get properly prepared for their huge World Title Match later tonight.  However, I do have personal assurances from each man that, right before their World Title Match, I will have the opportunity to interview each of them.  After all that these two have been through, we have to wonder what is going through the minds of both men.  I hope to have some information on that later on tonight.  In the meantime, let's get back to the ring.

    Lantern isn't supposed to be here.  At least, that's what many fans were saying.  He earned this match by winning some bizarre matches in Mexico that nobody in the United States or Canada actually saw and then proceeded to get pinned by Titan Tim on his return.  Why should he get a Cruiserweight Title shot?  Why not Lovechild, who picked up an upset win over Cody Simmons?  Or Rokuru, who some say never got a fair shake after losing the belt to Kodiak?  Even Naga Yajito, who is at least taking a prominent role in the SMWA alongside Teioh?  No, Lantern was not supposed to be here.
    Too bad.  He is and has all the skills to take the Cruiserweight Championship from Johnny Proton.  He's beaten him before and can more than likely beat him again.
    Lantern had to prove that he belonged.  A great effort wouldn't do it.  He had to win.
    Lantern was mostly booed on his way out to the ring, but there were a few cheers.  There is a large Latin population in LA, and Lantern is a major star back in Mexico.  A few fans may have even crossed the border to see their countryman take a swing at gold.  Still, the crowd was quite unfriendly to Lantern.
    This wasn't at all the case with Johnny Proton.  Recently voted Cruiserweight of the Year by the fans, and after putting in a good showing at the Smashed Up Year End Awards, Proton is a wrestler the fans love to watch.  Hell, they just plain love him.
    Proton was heavily favoured going in to this match, but he knew how dangerous Lantern can be.  If there's one thing Johnny Proton doesn't do, it's underestimate his opponent.  After all, that's what opponents were doing to him for so long, and look where he is now.
    The bell rang, and we were off for the Cruiserweight Title match...

    Neither man wanted to start things off too fast.  They respected each other enough to give a little bit of space at the start of the match.  Both men were content to exchange holds and counters for the first bit.  Lantern started in with the first real offence, a series of well timed dropkicks that had Proton hitting the mat.  Proton tried to backdrop Lantern over the top ropes when Lantern charged him, but Lantern flipped over, landed on the apron and hit Proton with a lightning fast springboard clothesline.  Lantern waited for Proton to get up and then hit him with a handspring leg lariat.  Quickly, he went up top and delivered a moonsault.
    1...
        2...
        NO!!!  Wow!  Proton was in trouble early, and Lantern had a lot of people retracting earlier statements.
    Proton managed to slow the pace a little with some more mat wrestling, but Lantern was up and flying again in no time.  But this time, Proton was ready.  He countered a Frankensteiner attempt with a power bomb and quickly climbed onto the apron.  Proton then hit a slingshot legdrop followed by a senton for a near fall.  He then put on the deep freeze with a reverse chinlock.  Lantern eventually struggled free and countered with a back suplex.  Both men were down for a few moments, but Lantern got up first.  He climbed onto the apron, presumably for another springboard style move.
    Proton got up and dropkicked Lantern off of the apron.  When Lantern stood up outside, Proton dove over the ropes with a plancha.  The crowd roared it's approval, and Johnny picked Lantern back up to take him inside.  Lantern grabbed Proton and tossed him headfirst into the ringpost.  Lantern had the advantage once more.
    Back inside, Lantern was continuing to work on Proton.  A backbreaker was followed with a beautiful swan dive headbutt for a near fall.  Lantern went for another headbutt off of the top, but Proton made it to his feet.  Before he could grab Lantern off of the top, Lantern leapt over him and ran into the ropes.  Proton ran at him with a lariat, which Lantern ducked.  But on the rebound, Proton flipped himself off of the middle ropes with a moonsault that took Lantern down.  Proton then picked Lantern up and hit a big DDT.  He went for the cover.
    1...
        2..
        NO!!! Lantern wasn't done yet.
    Proton went up top and dove off with a flying Frankensteiner.  He managed to roll through perfectly into a pinning combination.
    1...
        2...
        NO!!! Again, Lantern gets out!
    Proton was still looking for a way to end it.  He leapt onto Lantern's shoulders and attempted a Victory Roll.  Before Proton could roll through, Lantern countered with a vertical facebuster!  Proton was dazed on the mat and Lantern made his move.  He climbed up top, waited for Proton to make it up, and he went for the Light Beam.
    Proton's head snapped back when Lantern hit him.  Lantern went for the cover.
    1...
        2...
            3!!!

Lantern pinned Johnny Proton with the Light Beam in 0:09:47.
Rating: ****
(Lantern won the SMWA Cruiserweight Title.)

    WOW!!!  What an upset!  Lantern, from out of nowhere, hits the Light Beam and takes the Cruiserweight Title in a great match.  And he's now a two time champ!
    The crowd was stunned, too.  Lantern wasn't supposed to be here, but he walked away with the Cruiserweight Title.
    After Lantern had left the ring, Proton got up and realized what happened.  He didn't look too happy.  Somewhere down the road, Proton's going to get a rematch.  Then we'll see what kind of Champion Lantern is.

    Our attention was directed towards the gigantic steel cage hanging above the ring.  The Gulag.  From what we could tell, it was a closed cage and it appeared to be covered in barbed wire in some spots.  There were other attachments on the cage, but we wouldn't be able to see what they were until it was lowered.  Tonight, the All-Americans and the Eastern Powers will have to step into that cage to, hopefully, settle their score once and for all.
    Speaking of hardcore matches, our next one promised to be good.

    Maxx and Grater couldn't keep it inside... so they're taking it outside!
    Over the past few weeks, Maxx and Grater have locked horns in some great battles which, unfortunately, have not resulted in victories for either man.  The out of ring ten count has been their greatest enemy in coming to a clean decision.
    These are two powerhouses who can take to the air at will and, more than anything, love to use weapons.  A falls count anywhere setting is perfect for these two.

    Grater came to the ring first... but he didn't stay there long.  He knew Maxx liked coming out from the crowd, so the three hundred and sixty pound Grater charged into the crowd, looking for Maxx while Saul Masters stood at ringside..  Maxx's music started up, but he was nowhere to be seen.
    At least, not in the crowd.  Maxx came to the ring from the standard wrestlers entrance, a surprise himself.  Maxx stood for a few minutes and waited for Grater to notice him.  Grater turned and saw Maxx, and made his charge back into the ring.
    The bell rang, the fight was on...

    Both men exchanged lefts and rights in the middle of the ring, neither man getting a definitive edge.  Maxx finally managed to duck a few of Grater's shots and reply with a few of his own.  Maxx bounced off of the ropes and hit Grater with a running clothesline.  Grater didn't go down, but it didn't much matter. Maxx was right behind him and was able to connect with a standing reverse neckbreaker.  Maxx then went up top for a flying elbowdrop, but Grater moved out of the way and Maxx crashed to the mat.  Grater picked Maxx up, bodyslammed him and then went up top himself.  Maxx got up and tossed Grater from the top ropes, sending him crashing to the mat.
    Maxx was able to out brawl a dazed Grater for a time before dropping him with a powerslam. Maxx then went for a standing moonsault, but Grater got his knees up.  Grater got back to his feet as Maxx tried to regain his breath.  Seeing Maxx was winded, Grater capitalized.  He picked Maxx up and dropped him on his knee with a stomachbreaker.  Maxx was writhing in pain on the mat and, every time he tried to get up, Grater kicked him in the ribs, sending him rolling along the mat.  Finally, Maxx ended up rolling to the floor, where Grater followed.
    Grater thrashed Maxx all over ringside, smashing him into the guardrail time after time in an attempt to wear him down.  Grater then picked Maxx high over head in a Gorilla Press and dropped him throat first on the guardrail.  With Maxx clutching his throat in pain, Grater took the time to look for a weapon he could use against Maxx.  He grabbed the timekeepers bell, his personal favourite, and clocked Maxx right in the head.  Grater then choked Maxx down with the wood before grabbing him by the legs.  Grater delivered a devastating inverted power bomb on the floor and went for the cover.
    Two count!
    Grater was stunned that Maxx was able to get up after the move, but that didn't stop him from pressing on.  He climbed up onto the ring apron and lined a still prone Maxx up.  Grater charged towards Maxx and leapt off the apron with an elbowdrop.
    Maxx moved, and Grater went crashing into the concrete!  Grater grabbed his arm in obvious pain and got up, looking for Maxx.
    Maxx was right behind him, waiting with a spin kick to the head.  Maxx peppered Grater with some beautiful shots before finally flooring him with a thrust kick to the head.  Maxx then picked up the timekeepers bell and began to smash it on Grater.  Big Al was having big troubles.  Grater stumbled into the aisle and Maxx charged at him, using the ring bell as a part of a flying forearm manoeuvre.  Grater hit the concrete and Maxx went for the pin.
    Two count.
    Maxx picked Grater up and received a hand on his throat.  Grater grabbed Maxx and choke slammed him over the guardrail.  They were fighting in the fans.  Grater ran Maxx's head against the guardrail several times before tossing him to the ground.  He ran at Maxx, who countered with a backdrop.  Maxx then moved where Grater was and found several abandoned seats.  Maxx jumped on one of the chairs and delivered a dropkick into Grater's face.  With Grater down, Maxx locked on a Scorpion Deathlock.  Our referee went to check if Grater would submit or not.
    Saul Masters, intent to watch for most of this match, decided it was time to take action.  He walked right up to Maxx and slapped him in the face.  Maxx released the hold and went after Masters, who slapped him again.  Masters then ran from Maxx, leaping over the guardrail to get away.  Maxx stepped over the guardrail, but before he could make it over, he received a lariat to the back of his head from Grater!  Maxx crashed to the ground in the aisle and Grater followed him over, leaping over the guardrail with an elbowdrop.  Grater then ran his thumb over his throat, signalling that it was time!
    Grater picked Maxx up in a vertical suplex, spun around and then dropped him with the Doomsday Tornado.  The referee made the count.
    Three.

Falls-Count-Anywhere Match:
Alexander "The Grater" pinned Shadow Maxx with the Doomsday Tornado in 0:12:39.
Rating: *** 1/2

    A good effort by both men, but Grater just had that edge... and Saul Masters helping him out.  It's been a good night so far for Major Force, with Ghost winning earlier in Smashed Up and Grater picking up the big win here.  But the biggest tests are yet to come.
    We went backstage to talk to Nick Jones.

Jones:  Fans, I'm here with SMWA referee "Jumbo" Jack Flap.  Jumbo, you've been at the centre of controversy recently concerning you refereeing techniques, specifically related to Simply the Best and West Bronco.  A lot of fans are wondering, what exactly are you doing?

Jumbo:  What am I doing?  My job, Jones.  If Kent and his buddies have had a couple of calls go against them, that's their own fault for breaking the rules.  If Bronco got a couple going his way, well, that's just how it happens some times.  But don't worry about it, Jones, because I'm not scheduled to referee the TV Title match, so you'll have a "fair" match.  I can tell you right now, though, that whoever is assigned to that match will call it my way.

Jones:  And what way is that?

Jumbo:  The right way.

    The other times these two have met, referee "Jumbo" Jack Flap made a couple of calls against Cody Simmons, costing him the match.  While some of the calls seemed questionable at the time, they seemed to make more and more sense as time went on.  However, Cody wouldn't have to worry about the "Jumbo Factor", as Flap just said that he would not be assigned to this match.
    And he wasn't.  Referee Nate Hatton came down to the ring ready to work.  Hopefully, this match would be free of any sort of interference.
    Cody came out first to a nice chorus of boos.  And he wasn't going to help himself at all when he grabbed the mic and addressed the crowd.

Cody:  Los Angeles.  The City of Angels.  You know, I'm thinking the term "Angels" just doesn't apply to this place anymore.  How about "Prostitute Town?"  Or, "Los Crackhouse?"  Or, and I think this is the perfect one, "The City that will never, EVER be as good as New York!"  Oh, sure, boo me, send your gangs after me, but it was this city that was responsible for Pauly Shore getting his start, and I don't think the World will let you forget it.  Now, West Bronco, COW-boy.  Let me put it to you this way.  Tonight, I'm the Knicks and you're the Clippers.  You're going to lose, and lose, and lose some more.  You know why?  Because I'm Simply the Best, I'm an asshole, and damn proud of it!

    How to make friends and influence people, by Cody Simmons.
    West Bronco, our Most Improved Wrestler of the Year, came on down to buck up Cody.  Bronco had his cocky little smirk on his face, obviously not impressed by Cody's little speech.  Cody may be able to talk the talk, but Bronco can certainly walk the walk.  He climbed into the ring, leaned against the ropes and gave Cody a smirk.  He was ready to go.
    The bell rang...

    Bronco and Cody didn't waste any time with holds in this one.  These two are brawlers by nature, and that's what they did.  Cody got the early edge, using his speed to get in more shots than Bronco, but once Bronco's punches connected, Cody was in a little trouble.  But Cody was better at using kicks than Bronco and managed to stun West with a legsweep takedown.  He waited for Bronco to get back up before flooring him with a flying clothesline.  Cody followed up with several body shots and a big uppercut.  He then whipped Bronco into the corner.  West came running out and Cody dropped his head for a backdrop.
    West grabbed his head and hit a swinging neckbreaker.  Cody went down and Bronco quickly locked on a clawhold.  Cody struggled and struggled before he finally made it to the ropes.  He got up and found himself outside the ring, courtesy of a Bronco lariat.
    Cody paced around for a few minutes, trying to stall West's momentum.  Going punch for punch with Bronco may not work, as Bronco was just too powerful.  Cody would have to use his speed to get any sort of advantage in this one.
    Cody got back in and spent some time blocking and parrying most of Bronco's punches.  Finally, Bronco swung wide on a roundhouse and Cody nailed him with a kidney punch.  Cody then bounced off of the ropes and flattened Bronco with a bulldog.  Cody had the edge in the brawl for the next few minutes until Bronco managed to hit a reverse neckbreaker.
    The move took a lot out of Cody and it showed.  Bronco was able to maintain his momentum, hitting Cody with a DDT and then wearing him down with a spinning toe hold.  Cody wouldn't give up, though, and Bronco gave up the hold.  He waited for Cody to get up and he then flattened him with a lariat.  Bronco gave the sign for the Tombstone.  Cody got up and Bronco lifted him into position.  But while he was being lifted, Cody's legs came up and hit the referee in the face!  The ref went down and Cody managed to escape the Tombstone.  He kicked Bronco below the belt and hit him with the Dead End.  Bronco fell to the mat and Cody made the cover.
    The ref was out.  But somebody was coming down the aisle.
    JUMBO JACK FLAP!!!!
    Jumbo rolled into the ring and made the count.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!! Bronco got a shoulder up.  Cody had him covered for around ten before Jumbo showed up.
    Cody got up and started jawing with Jumbo.  Jumbo jawed right back and received a shove from Cody.  Jumbo shoved Cody right back... and right in to a recovered West Bronco, who picked Cody up and dropped him with the Tombstone.  Jumbo made the count.
    1...
        2...
            3!!!

West Bronco pinned Cody Simmons with the Tombstone in 0:10:49.
Rating: ** 1/4
(West Bronco retained the SMWA Television Title.)

    Bronco did it again... and Jumbo was involved again.  Why was he the one who ran out when the regular ref was out?  Why did he do it so quickly?  What was he doing?
    Jumbo wasn't going to answer those questions.  He quickly left the ring and went to the back, not even bothering to lift Bronco's hand.
    Bronco himself didn't look pleased with the result, at least the way that it went down.  He grabbed his belt and went to the back.
    Cody was a bit worse for wear when he got up, but you could tell he wasn't pleased with the result.  He went back to the dressing room to recover and prepare for his War Titles match later on tonight.
    Next up, fans would likely take a bathroom break as our Toughman Champion faced off against just another challenger.

    To Mauling Bear's credit, he has been able to go two rounds with the Scotsman in the past, a feat many other men have been unable to accomplish.  However, like all the others, Bear just couldn't stand up to Scots and ended up kissing the mat on more than one occasion.
    This was Bear's big chance to turn his career around.  A pay-per-view match against a highly touted opponent.  A win would be incredible.  A loss would be expected.

Round 1
    Bear wasn't too quick to start punching, but it really didn't matter.  Scots hit him with a right hook in eight seconds and Bear hit the mat.  He got up at three.  An uppercut at twenty-two seconds put Bear down again.  This time, he got up at six.  Finally, thirty one seconds in, the Scotsman hit another uppercut and Bear was officially TKOed.
    No big surprise here.

Brawl For All:
The Flying Scotsman defeated Mauling Bear via first-round technical knockout at the 00:31 mark.
(The Flying Scotsman retained the SMWA Toughman Championship.)

	KDs	Points	R1	R2	R3	R4	R5
The Flying Scotsman	3	25	25+++	0	0	0	0
Mauling Bear	0	0	0	0	0	0	0

    Nobody is beating the Scotsman without a sledgehammer.  That's all there is to it.
    Our next match promised to be bizarre if nothing else.  We saw the events of the past few weeks concerning Oni and Teioh.  Flashes of light, magical weapons, shadows, and promises of something even bigger looming on the horizon.  This wouldn't be a wrestling match.  It was going to be mortal combat at it's finest.

    The arena went dark, indicating that Teioh would be the first man out.  The Lord of the Shadows came out dressed for battle in full samurai armour.  He was loaded for bear.  Zists stood by his side, carry the shadow staff and another weapon, a sceptre of some sort.  What it's use would be, we would have to see.
    The arena stayed dark, but there was a big flash of light from the entrance.  Out came Oni, also fully dressed in samurai garb.  His armour was a shining gold which quite literally illuminated the entire area around him.  We saw his Kongo staff, shortened, attached to his wrist.  Both men were ready for battle.  What kind of battle, we were about to find out.
    The arena lights came up, and Oni and Teioh were standing across the ring from one another.  Zists handed Teioh the Shadow Staff.  Oni lifted his hand into the sky and the Kongo staff extended to its full length.  Both men took a stance, weapons at the ready.
    The referee for this match rang the bell.  He wasn't going to attempt to disarm to samurai warriors.

    Oni and Teioh circled each other, each man holding their weapon at the ready.  Teioh made the first move, taking a swing at Oni's legs.  Oni blocked and then tried to hit Teioh high.  Teioh blocked again.  Neither man was able to score a blow on the other.  Oni was able to stagger Teioh with one block and parry combination and, as Teioh stumbled, Oni tried to hit him with the trident on his staff.  Teioh dodged and connected with a back elbow to Oni's chin.  Teioh took a swing with his staff, but Oni ducked and flattened Teioh with a legsweep.  Oni grabbed his staff and tried to jump on Teioh, but Teioh countered by flipping Oni over with a monkey flip.  Oni landed on his feet.  Both men stared each other down for a few seconds as the crowd applauded their exchange.
    This was going to be difficult.
    Oni, in an attempt to move things to a hand to hand encounter, placed his Kongo staff back upon his wrist, where it reduced in size.  Oni then assumed another fighting stance.  Teioh tossed his staff to Zists and assumed another stance.  The gear was still on, but the gloves, as they say, were off.
    For the next thirty seconds, Oni and Zists engaged in a martial arts display that defied definition.  Block after block, these two weren't giving the other anything to work with.  Finally, Oni hit a front kick that knocked Teioh against the ropes.  Oni then connected with a roundhouse kick that sent Teioh to the outside.  Oni climbed outside, where the brawl continued.
    Teioh landed a few shots as Oni came outside and then went for a roundhouse kick of his own.  Oni ducked and connected with a German suplex, nearly folding Teioh in half.
    Oni climbed back into the ring and began taking off his armour.  Teioh saw this and did the same.  These two were going to be beating the hell out of each other with no guards at all.  The only things Oni kept on were his gauntlets.  Maybe, at this point, the weirdness would end.
    Teioh came into the ring and starting swinging wildly with punches.  Oni ducked, planted a kick in the back of the leg and hit a Russian legsweep.  Teioh got up and was met with a leg lariat.  Oni then followed up with a power bomb and quickly delivered a flying headbutt from the middle rope.  Teioh got up as Oni went up again.  This time, Oni came off with a karate chop.  Teioh stepped back and, when Oni landed, flattened him with a Yakuza kick.  Advantage, Teioh.
    Teioh connected with a series of kicks and punches on the dazed Oni, flooring him with a nicely done cartwheel kick.  Teioh locked on a nerve pinch, which Oni tried to fight out of.  Teioh broke the hold and went for a Frankensteiner.  Oni countered with another power bomb and then ran to the ropes.
    Zists was ready, planting the butt end of his staff into the back of Oni.  Oni staggered forward and was felled by a legsweep from Teioh.  Zists then tossed Teioh the staff.  The referee protested, but all Teioh had to do was thrust one look at him.  The ref backed off.
    Teioh started to work on Oni with the staff.  He delivered a quick shot with the butt end to the jaw and followed up with a vicious shot to the stomach before smashing the staff across Oni's head.  Oni hit the mat hard.  Teioh tossed the staff back outside and climbed to the top ropes.  He came off and dropped Oni with a flying Frankensteiner.  Oni slowly got up and we could see that he was bleeding from the mouth.  Teioh nailed him with a roundhouse kick to the stomach before dropping him to the mat with a Toka slam.  Teioh backed up once again and waited for Oni to rise.  Once Oni was on his feet, Teioh charged at him.
    Oni countered with a massive cyclone spin kick that took Teioh down.  Both men were slow to get up, but Oni made it up first.  He climbed to the top ropes and flew off with a flying cross body block.
    Teioh was up and he delivered a vicious kick to Oni's head as he was flying.  Oni hit the mat, nearly unconscious.  Teioh had quite literally kicked Oni right out of the air.  Looking to put an end to the battle, Teioh went to the top ropes.  He flipped off with the Dark Moon, connected, and made the cover.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!! ONI KICKED OUT!!! Amazing!  Teioh wasn't too impressed, though.  It was as if he knew that pin attempt would fail.  Undaunted, he tossed Oni to the outside, where Zists went to work.
    Zists was setting up a table as Teioh came outside to deal with Oni.  Once the table had been set up, Teioh placed Oni on it and climbed onto the apron.  Teioh climbed to the middle ropes and delivered a beautiful Asai moonsault.
    Oni was able to move!  Teioh crashed through the table and to the floor.  Oni got up, floored Zists with a kick to the chest and took Teioh back inside.  Oni then signalled to the crowd that he was going to try one of his old tricks.  Oni waited for Teioh to face him before giving him a face full of mist!
    Oni had tried this before.  At that time, all Teioh did was close his eyes and fight blind for the rest of the match.  He won.  Oni knew this, but he didn't seem to care.  He let Teioh regain his composure and shut his eyes.  It looked like Oni wanted him to fight blind.
    Just as Teioh was about to pull himself together and begin the fight once more, Oni nailed him with a vicious elbow into the throat, breaking Teioh's concentration.  Oni proceeded to follow up with a series of martial arts moves, not allowing Teioh to regain his concentration.  Oni looked to end it with a power bomb.  Big mistake.  Teioh knew the move was coming and countered with a Frankensteiner.  Oni got back up and was floored with a thrust kick.
    Teioh was mad.
    He put Oni on the top rope and delivered a vicious superplex.  Teioh then went to another buckle and flew off with a moonsault.  He went for the pin.
    1...
        2..
    NO!!!  Oni got a shoulder up.  Teioh persisted.  He picked Oni up and then dropped him on his head with a piledriver.  Teioh gave the signal for the Dark Moon again and went up top once more.
    Oni was ready for him.  He went to the turnbuckle and shoved Teioh off.  Teioh flipped around in the air and managed to land on his feet.  Oni was ready for that, too.  He grabbed his gauntlet, the Kongo staff still attached, and let loose a blinding fireball which exploded in a flurry of light in Teioh's face.  Teioh took off his helmet and clutched his eyes.  This gave Oni his opening.  He ran at Teioh and planted him to the ground with the Neck Wrecker.
    1...
        2...
            3!!!

Oni pinned Teioh with the Neck Wrecker in 0:15:39.
Rating: **** 1/4

    Oni stood up to celebrate, but then he got a good look at Teioh.  More importantly, he got a look at Teioh's face.
    It was like looking into a mirror.
    A close-up by our cameras revealed the truth to the whole audience.  Teioh WAS Oni.  Or, at least, he looked like him.
    Oni was stunned and began to walk away from Teioh.  Zists stopped any escape by clocking Oni in the back of the head with that sceptre of his.  Then, he began to wave the sceptre in the air, chanting something in Japanese.
    The arena went dark and filled with a cold wind.  A hard, cold wind.  Papers and programs were blowing around the arena.  Then, it started to rain... INDOORS!!!  Water was falling from the sky.
    We saw a light come from the ring.  It was Oni's Kongo staff, allowing us to see Oni in the heart of the storm.  Oni had no idea what was going on.
    Suddenly, there was the loud rumble of thunder in the arena.  Oni looked around, trying to figure out what was happening.  There was more thunder, more rumbling, and it kept getting louder.
    Lightning then started to strike the entrance way.  Again... and again... and again.  In rapid fire succession, electricity was filling up the arena.
    What on earth was happening?
    Six lightning bolts then struck the entrance way all at once.  When the smoke cleared, we saw Teioh and Zists... joined by three other men and one beautiful woman.  Oni's jaw dropped.  Whatever was happening, he seemed to have some sort of idea.
    The woman began to speak.

Woman:  You thought it would be so easy, didn't you, Oni.  That you could steal our light without reprise?  No, Oni.  Zists was my harbinger, and he brought me the darkest parts of your soul in Teioh.  We would have destroyed you the first time were it not for his intervention.  The power you hold is not your own.  Accepting it was a mistake.  Amatsu will make you pay.

    With that, another flash of lightning appeared behind Oni.  He turned around to see a seven foot man standing behind him.  Oni, realizing who it was, stepped back and started twirling the Kongo staff.  Oni disappeared in a flash of light and this big man, Amatsu, perhaps, was left standing alone in the ring.

Woman:  You can't run forever, Oni.  We will find you.

    And with that, the arena went dark once more and seconds later, the lights came up.  Nothing was left except for Teioh's helmet in the ring.
    What is the relationship between Teioh and Oni?  Who was that woman, or the other men with her?  Was this the Baki Mono that Zists was referring to?
    This situation has gotten bigger and more confusing than ever.  It's now Oni against seven samurai.
    What is Oni going to do?

    Three definite main event wrestlers in this match.  Titan Tim, Jerry Kent and Rick Clark were all headliners months ago, and still are to an extent.  If there's a match that can raise the profiles of these War Titles, it would be this one.
    Out first came StB.  Cody didn't look too bad, considering he had wrestled earlier tonight.  If there's one thing that kid can take, it's punishment.  Rick Clark and Jerry Kent came out in fine fighting form.  StB came into the ring, mic in hand, and let 'er rip!

Clark:  La la la la, la la L A!!!  Folks, Simply the Best are going to be at war in just a couple of minutes, and you're all on the front lines of history.  We're bringing down a Titan, it's Steelworks we're spitin'', if not, by God, we'll go down fightin'!  If you still can't understand what I'm talking about, I've got three little letters that will make it all that much clearer... S! t! B!  Over to you, Jerry.

Kent:  We'd just like to remind you all again that Cody is an asshole and damn proud of it.  Now, Titan and 'Works.  You're bigger.  You're stronger.  You're sure as hell boring, but there is one thing that you aren't and that is Simply the Best.  So, from the Streetfighting Stud and Tricky Rick, this is Jerry Kent saying goodnight, god bless and let the ass kicking commence!!!

    Again, much like during SMWA Smashed Up, the LA crowd was filled with quite a few StB fans.  Jerry Kent, who made the Comeback of the Year, and Rick Clark were getting a few cheers.  Hell, even if Cody sticks around them long enough, something might rub off.
    Titan and Steelworks came out next, not looking concerned about StB's little speech.  Titan, the winner of the first ever SMWA Award of Excellence, likes to keep his troops cool on their way to the ring.  He does a good job.
    This figured to be a good match.  Steelworks and Titan definitely have the edge in size and power, but they won't be able to match StB in terms of speed and science.  Whichever team can wrestle their type of match is going to come out on top in this encounter.  And considering that Steelworks has looked a bit off lately and that Clark and Kent are proven pay-per-view wrestlers, StB may just have the edge in this one.
    Andrew Marshall and Rick Clark would start it off.  The bell rang...

    Marshall didn't wait too long to start in with his power.  After tossing Clark down a couple of times, Clark thought he could get the advantage with a Frankensteiner.  Marshall merely held him up, spun him around and dropped him with a spinning power bomb.  Clark got up and was floored by a patented reverse clothesline.  Marshall picked Clark up once again and lifted him high overhead in a Gorilla press.  He dropped him onto the top ropes in a way that compromised Clark's manhood.  Clark climbed up to the buckles next to the rope and picked up Clark.  He flew off of the turnbuckles with a flying powerslam and went for the cover.
    1...
        2...
    Cody breaks the pin!  Wow, that was close.  Clark quickly went outside to talk strategy with Jerry Kent.  Titan, not wanting the delay, walked over and delivered a double headsmash.  He floored Kent with a big boot and tossed Clark into the ring.
    Clark tried to beg off from Marshall, but Marshall wasn't having any.  He kicked Clark in the chest and picked him up for an irish whip.  Clark bounced off of the ropes but managed to tag Cody on the fly.  Clark leapfrogged over Marshall and then slide through his legs coming back.  As Marshall turned around, he was floored by a discus punch from Cody.  Cody quickly went up top as Marshall was dazed and delivered a flying dropkick.  However, the move blew Marshall back into his own corner, where he managed to tag Emerson.
    Emerson and Cody circled each other for a bit.  Cody tried to advance with some quick jabs, but Emerson backed off and made it to the ropes.  Cody has one hell of a jab, and Emerson wasn't going to be hit with it.  Finally, Emerson made a move, trying to hit Cody with a lariat.  Cody ducked and then grabbed Emerson for a gut wrench suplex.  Emerson blocked the move and overpowered Cody, hitting him with a piledriver.  He went for the cover.  Cody got out at two and scurried back over to Clark.  Clark came in and was levelled with an Emerson lariat.  Emerson tossed Clark through the ropes and tagged Marshall back in.
    Marshall followed Clark outside and began to kick him around ringside like a soccer ball.  He picked Clark up for a waistlock suplex, but Clark was able to elbow his way free.  He then flattened Marshall with a clothesline and rolled him back inside.
    StB started to double team Marshall in their corner, wearing Jackhammer down as much as they could while keeping Titan and Emerson from getting into the match.  Finally, Marshall managed to escape.  Clark went for a snap suplex, but Marshall blocked.  He unhooked himself and grabbed Clark around the waist, flooring him with a belly-to-belly suplex.  Marshall quickly made the tag to Emerson.
    Emerson came in and kept Clark from his corner.  A cradle suplex got him a two count.  Emerson followed up with a spinning elbowdrop before calling Marshall back inside.  They stood Clark up and went for the Dream Killer!  The move connected and Emerson went for the pin!
    1..
        2...
    KENT BREAKS THE PIN!!!  And with that, Cody joined the fray.  And then came Titan.  We had a brawl on our hands.
    Titan took Cody down with a big boot to the head, sending him outside.  He tried the same move on Kent, but Kent ducked and managed to hit Titan with a chop block.  Titan stumbled and Kent dumped him over the top ropes.
    Emerson had Clark ready for a suplex as Marshall was climbing the turnbuckle.  Cody, from outside, got up and grabbed Marshall's leg, causing him to fall on the top turnbuckle.  Clark countered the suplex with a small package.  The ref counted.
    1...
        2...
            3!!! NEW CHAMPIONS!!!

Simply the Best (Cody Simmons, Jerry Kent and Rick Clark) defeated Steelworks and Titan Tim Redbury when Clark pinned Emerson after a small package in 0:11:38.
Rating: ** 1/2
(Simply the Best (Cody Simmons, Jerry Kent, and Rick Clark) won the SMWA War Titles.)

    The familiar asshole song started up as Clark rolled outside to join Cody and Kent.  StB grabbed their belts from the announcers table and made their way to the back!
    StB now was... Simply the Best Six Man Team around... They were the War Champions.
    Titan and Steelworks looked disappointed in the ring, especially Emerson, who asked Marshall where he was.  Marshall explained, but Emerson still looked pissed off. Fortunately, Titan was there to make sure that cooler heads prevailed.
    Tricky had pulled off another trick and StB were champs because of it.  And, as great as Titan and Steelworks are, StB are a high profile group that can certainly help this fledgling title.
    We went backstage to Nick Jones, who was with Kodiak Marmoset.

Jones:  Kodiak, this is it for you tonight.  You have to beat Clone or you are out of the SMWA.  And you have never beat Clone before.  Do you think you can do it?

Kodiak:  Guess I don't have a choice, Jones.  Clone,  you've been lucky one time too many.  All you had to do was lose once, just once, and you wouldn't have to be here.  Some people have called me obsessed.  It's not obsession you're going to see out there, Clone.  It's determination.  I either beat you or I'm out of here.  No DQ.  No countout.  Nothing to save you, Clone.  Tonight, you lose.  And the Kodiak Express will roll again.   If I were you, I wouldn't show up.

    Kodiak walked off, taking a swig from his bottle of water.  He'd be fighting for his career... NEXT!!!

    This is a high stakes match to say the least.
    Should Kodiak lose, that's it for him.  No second chances.  No reprieves.  No SMWA.  It's do or die against the man who he has been consistently unable to defeat.  A win, and the obsession ends.  A loss, and Kodiak is off... and who knows WHAT might happen then?
    Kodiak came to the ring first, his bottle in hand.  He didn't even notice the crowd chanting "loser" as he made his way down.  He couldn't afford to.  Any distraction could spell doom for him and his career here.
    Clone came out next, doing what he had always done.  He was dressed up just like Kodiak, used the same music and even the same mannerisms.  Some would say that Clone was tempting fate, intentionally angering Kodiak before a match like this, but he has done it before and come out victorious.  If he did so tonight, he'd have Kodiak out of his hair for good.
    As Clone rolled into the ring, Kodiak spat out a mouthful of water on him and tossed the water bottle outside.  The bell rang...

    Kodiak was all over Clone from the start, trying to beat him to a pulp and make his victory just that much sweeter.  Surprisingly, though, Clone was able to fight back!  Clone was brawling with Kodiak Marmoset and gained the advantage with a savate kick.  Kodiak got back up and was kicked in the stomach.  Clone picked him up and went for a spinning piledriver!  He hit and made the cover.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!!  KICKOUT!!! But barely!
    Kodiak wasn't the only one who came here to fight.  Clone was just as pissed off as he was.
    Clone whipped Kodiak into the corner and charged in with an avalanche.  Kodiak moved away and Clone smashed into the turnbuckles.  Kodiak picked Clone up and hit him with a spinning powerbomb.  With Clone on the mat, Kodiak went up top and delivered a flying legdrop.  Rather than go for the pin, Kodiak straddled Clone and began feeding him right hands.  Kodiak got off of Clone and went outside.  He grabbed a chair and went back into the ring.  Clone was levelled by the chair and Kodiak went for the cover.
    1..
        2...
    NO!  Clone wasn't done yet.
    Kodiak and Clone went outside where they proceeded to smash each other with whatever they could find.  Chairs, bells, soft drinks from the fans.  Nothing was safe.  Kodiak staggered Clone with a chair shot to the midsection and then charged at him with the chair.  Clone ducked and caught Kodiak in a Hotshot!  The chair connected with the ringsteps and rebounded to hit Kodiak in the face!  Blood began coming out of Kodiak's nose.  Clone smashed him into the ring steps a few more times before rolling him back into the ring.  In full Kodiak mode, Clone gave the signal for THE FINISHER!  He began to stomp his foot on the ground and waited for Kodiak to get to his feet.  When he did, he was met with his own move... THE FINISHER!!!  Clone went for another pin.
    1...
        2...
    3NO!!!  Kodiak kicked out of his own move!!!  Barely, but he did.  Clone didn't look concerned, though.  He picked Kodiak back up and hit him with a spinning lariat.  He went for the pin.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!!  KICKOUT!!!  Clone then picked Kodiak up and pressed him over his head before dropping him in a Gorilla Press/powerslam.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!!  Kodiak wouldn't stay down.  Clone hit him with another finisher and then went outside.  He reached under the ring and pulled out a table.  With Kodiak still out in the ring, Clone brought the table back in and set it up in the middle of the ring.  He grabbed Kodiak and put him on top of the table and then climbed to the top rope.  Clone dove off with a flying legdrop.
    Kodiak moved and Clone went crashing thought the table!  Kodiak was about ready to end this thing.  He waited for Clone to get up and DDTed him on the remnants of the table.  The referee made the count again.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!! As tough as Kodiak is, Clone is just as tough.  This wasn't ending any time soon.  Clone got up and the match turned into a brawl once more.
    These two exchanged lefts and rights in the ring until Kodiak was once again able to hit a DDT.  Climbing onto Clone's back, he locked on a camel clutch!
    Clone quickly managed to get to the ropes, but it didn't matter.  This match was no disqualification, and Kodiak didn't have to let go.  Clone would have to make his own way out of this mess.  He wasn't planning on giving up to Kodiak.
    Clone managed to get his knees up underneath him.  He then used the ropes as support to get to his feet.  Finally, he reached the top rope and was standing up, carrying Kodiak on his back.  Clone fell back and drove Kodiak into the mat.  He then dropped a leg on Kodiak and went for the pin.
    1..
        2...
    NO!!!  KICKOUT!!!
    Clone wanted this to end.  He tossed Kodiak into the corner and grabbed a piece of the table.  Holding the table, Clone charged in at Kodiak.
    Kodiak kicked Clone in the stomach and then, in an amazing move, kicked the Finisher THROUGH the table!!!  Clone crumbled to the mat and Kodiak went for the cover.
    1...
        2...
    KODIAK PULLS CLONE OFF OF THE MAT!!! WHAT???  THIS IS HIS CAREER HE'S PLAYING WITH!!!  IS HE CRAZY!!!

    Oh God!!!
    Terry Sky!
    Ghost!
    Saul Masters!
    Alexander "The Grater"!
    Skarzz!
    MAJOR FORCE!!! MAJOR FORCE WAS COMING TO THE RING!!!
    Major Force stood across from Kodiak and around Clone!  Saul Masters was here to help Clone, to help his old charge.  He had Terry Sky pick him up...
    AND SKY HIT THE LIGHTS OUT!!!  Masters looked across the ring at Kodiak.  Kodiak smiled back.  The two shook hands!
    KODIAK MARMOSET HAD JOINED MAJOR FORCE!!!
    In the meantime, Major Force was doing away with Clone.  Grater hit him with a Doomsday Tornado.  Ghost nailed the Final Breath.  Skarzz picked him up and nailed the Skarring!  Finally, Skarzz and Grater forced an unconscious Clone to his feet.  Kodiak rared back and levelled him with the Finisher!  He ended this sickening display with a cover.
    1...
        2...
            3!!!

No-Countout-No-DQ-Match:
Kodiak Marmoset pinned Clone with the Finisher in 0:13:31.
Rating: **** 1/4

    Kodiak got up and spat on a downed Clone.  This was over.  Kodiak had the match won but picked Clone up just so Major Force could destroy him.  Sickening... Absolutely sickening... What kind of a man is Kodiak?  What kind of a man would do this?
    A man who just ended an obsession.
    Kodiak and Major Force left the ring together as EMT's made their way to the ring with a stretcher.  Grater met them in the aisle and levelled the whole lot of them with clotheslines.  Major Force didn't even want anybody to help Clone.  With the EMT's down, Major Force finally went to the back.
    Kodiak Marmoset is a part of Major Force.  My God.
    As Major Force left, some more EMT's came out to help their fallen comrades and get Clone out of that ring.  He hadn't moved since the attack by Major Force.  The EMT's loaded him onto a stretcher and took him to the back.
    Unbelievable.
    And the night isn't over yet.  We could still see more surprises.  But next, we would see some Tag Team Title action...

    This is going to be the ultimate battle of power versus speed.  The Air Raiders don't even weigh half as much as the seven hundred pound Highland Hell.  They don't even weigh as much as Hamish.  But there isn't a team in the SMWA that is better at double teaming than Stingray and Spider.  And there certainly isn't a quicker team.
    Either one of these teams has the ability to take the SMWA Tag Team Division into the next century.  Highland Hell are two talented big men, while The Air Raiders are exciting high-flyers.
    This would be good.

    The Air Raiders came down to the ring first to a huge ovation.  These two are Giant Killers by default, as they sure aren't going to beat any smaller teams - there aren't any!  The calibre of matches they put on is like nothing we have seen before.  But could they slay Highland Hell?
    Highland Hell, the SMWA Tag Team of the Year, came down next to quite a few boos.  Hamish and Angus are just a couple of dirty Scotsmen that a lot of fans just can't warm up to, no matter what.  They're just a couple of disgusting individuals.
    Hamish and Spider would start.  The bell rang, and we were ready for a great match...

    Spider nailed Hamish with a few dropkicks, but they had all the force of a spitwad.  Hamish shrugged the blows off and proceeded to level Spider with a lariat.  He tossed him back into the corner, where Highland Hell proceeded to bully and abuse the Cruiserweight.
    Hamish and Angus were quite relentless in their attack, punching and kicking Spider down every time he tried to gain his feet.  A powerslam by Angus resulted in a VERY near fall.  Spider needed to get out of the ring ASAP.
    Spider was whipped into his corner, where he made the tag to Stingray.  Angus charged in and went for an avalanche.  Spider moved out of the way and Angus crashed into the buckle.  Spider jumped onto the apron and hit Angus with a springboard axhandle.  Stingray quickly followed up with a springboard dropkick.  Like lightning, Spider was up top and he hit Angus with a missile dropkick before Stingray finally took him down with a Jalapeno Comet!  Stingray went for a cover but barely got a two count.
    Stingray kept up his high flying offence, giving Spider a chance to recover, but he might have stayed in too long.  Angus finally caught him and hit him with a backbreaker.  A clawhold wore Stingray down enough for a DDT.  Angus tagged to Hamish.
    Hamish, the bully of the group, played with Stingray like he was a toy.  He didn't seem to be putting in much effort until he rocked Stingray with a Diamond Cutter.  He then picked Stingray up and put him in power bomb position.  Hamish spun around a couple of times and Stingray fell to the mat like a stone.  Hamish went for the pin.  The cover was interrupted by Spider.
    Hamish decided he'd give the Air Raiders a little of their own medicine.  He climbed to the second turnbuckle and went for a flying splash.  Stingray moved.  Hamish was winded on the mat, allowing him to crawl to his corner and make the tag to Spider.
    Spider came in blazing.  He hit Hamish with a dropkick as he was getting up and then knocked Angus off of the apron with another dropkick.  Spider peppered Hamish with several blows and staggered him with a superkick.  Spider bounced off of the ropes, but Hamish caught him.  He tossed Spider over his head in a belly-to-belly suplex.
    SPIDER LANDED ON HIS FEET!!! Hamish tried to take him down with a lariat, but Spider ducked and went for a crucifix.  Hamish wouldn't budge, so Spider attempted a sunset flip.  Hamish sat down, but Spider was quickly out of the way.  He bounced off of the ropes and hit Hamish with a neck snap.  he made the tag out to Stingray and, for the next few moments, we were treated with vintage Air Raider double team moves.  Spider and Stingray felled Hamish with a double dropkick to the knees, and then Stingray backdropped Spider onto Hamish.  He went for the cover and got a two count.  Finally, Hamish got the edge.  Spider dropkicked him from behind as Stingray went for a Frankensteiner.  Hamish grabbed Stingray and fell forward with a vicious powerbomb.
    Hamish was pissed.  He whipped Stingray into his corner and followed in with a big avalanche.  Stingray was caught in the wrong part of town, and the Highlanders made him pay.  After a big double bodyslam, Hamish took Spider up top and hit him with a double underhook superplex.  He went for the cover.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!! Amazing!
    Hamish tossed Stingray into another corner and charged in.  Stingray moved, jumped onto the second rope as Hamish charged in and, as Hamish hit the buckle, nailed him with an enzuigiri to the back of the head.  Hamish crumbled to the mat and Stingray made the tag to Spider.
    Spider once again ran amok in the ring.  He floored Hamish with a legsweep and took Angus outside with a spin kick.  Stingray got up and followed Angus outside with a flip plancha.  In the meantime, Spider was up top.  He nailed Hamish with a missile dropkick and went for the pin.
    1..
        2...
    NO!!!  Nothing!!!
    Spider went up top to try again.  Hamish was ready, though.  He got up and slugged Spider in the stomach.  Spider, stunned, fell prey to the Scottish Slam.  Hamish made the cover.
    1...
        2...
            3!!!

Highland Hell defeated The Air Raiders when Hamish pinned Spider with the Scottish Slam in 0:14:35.
Rating: ** 1/4
(Highland Hell retained the SMWA World Tag Team Titles.)

    A great effort by the Air Raiders, but in the end, there was just too much weight, too much mass and too much power to overcome.  Today, the Air Raiders failed.  But with talent like theirs, it would be a shame if there wasn't another day for them.

    We went backstage to Nick Jones, who had Terry Sky with him.

Jones:  Fans, it's already been a big night for Major Force, with Alexander "The Grater" victorious earlier and Kodiak Marmoset joining the fold.  It has the potential to get even bigger, as Terry Sky faces off against Ron Grayson of Simply the Best.  Now, Terry, before I get your thoughts on this match, I have to ask you, where is Major Force?

Sky:  Jones, why don't I answer all of your questions at once.  First of all, I know Ron Grayson pretty well, and in all the stables that he's been in, he's always wanted to do the big matches on his own.  Sure, he'll take that little floozy Monica with him, but if I can't figure out a way around her, I've got no business being here.  So, I told my Major Force buddies that they could sit this one out, because there is no way that the Twenty Four Million Dollar Man is coming home without the Gold.  Now, Ronnie, I don't know if you've figured it out yet, but you are nothing more than a dim-witted dupe for Rick Clark to fool around with.  Ricky, I know you're still bitter about the whole eye thing, and the situation doesn't have you seeing straight, but to send poor, stupid Ronnie into battle for you is suicide for him and just damn unsportsmanlike on your part.  So I'll put it to you like this.  Ronnie, I could have taken Sky Entertainment to the heavens if it weren't for you screwing around.  Tonight, you're going to pay for that.  And Ricky, after tonight, if you want a shot at the NEW North American Champion, you are more than welcome.  You like rhyming, Ricky?  Well you can try and try and try, but you can NEVER touch Terry Sky.

    With that, Terry Sky headed to the ring.

    Well, this one has been looming large ever since Ron Grayson attempted to take over Sky Entertainment Ltd.  Sky blocked it and made Grayson look quite foolish in the process.  Since then, it's been an endless tit for tat.  Sky and Highland Hell dismantled Grayson's Daredevil Productions, but then Grayson hooked up with Simply the Best and got Highland Hell to turn on Sky.  Not to be outdone, Terry Sky brought Major Force into the fold.
    But, like Terry said, Ron Grayson likes to go into these pay-per-view matches alone.  And if Grayson was going to be alone, then Sky would beat him alone.
    Hopefully, this one would end up clean.

    Terry Sky came out first and was booed quite a lot.  Opposing Simply the Best and with Kodiak Marmoset on his side in Major Force, Sky couldn't have expected a warm reception.  He didn't care too much, though.  He was there to win the North American Title.
    Ron Grayson came down next, Monica at his side, and was received quite well by the StB friendly crowd.  And, like Sky predicted, he was alone.  No Simply the Best.  Only Monica.
    Grayson climbed into the ring with a microphone in hand.  Apparently, everybody in StB has an opening speech.

Grayson:  Look at you, Terry.  You know, it's kind of funny, the way you've been playing businessman over the past few months, Mr "CEO", or "The Twenty Four Million Dollar Man", or whatever you want to call yourself, it really doesn't matter to me.  Fact is, me and Monica went and made you look stupid.  You can be Mr. Moneybags forever, but I don't care.  You don't need a gimmick when you're Simply the Best!  Right, Monica!

Monica:  Yeah!

    With that, Grayson helped Monica out of the ring.  Our match was about to begin.
    The bell rang...

    Ron Grayson decided he'd try and start a brawl with Sky, but it was an ill-thought move.  Sky ducked Grayson's first roundhouse and folded him in half like an accordion with a back suplex.  Grayson got back to his feet and was taken down with a Frankensteiner.  He rolled outside and started conferencing with Monica.
    Fortunately, we had a camera and a mic ready to pick up the conversation.

Monica:  I think he's pretty mad.

Grayson:  Damn, my head hurts.  Okay, I need some strategy here, Monica.  What can I do?

Monica:  Hm.  Oh, I know.  Hit him with that move... You know, the one where you do the thing?

Grayson:  The thing?

Monica:  Yeah.  Yeah, that sounds about right.  Then pin him.

    Grayson ended the conference at that point and went back into the ring.  He tried to mat wrestle with Sky for a bit, but Sky wasn't interested in wrestling.  He wanted to take Grayson out.  Grayson locked Sky in a hammerlock, but Sky broke it by kicking him in the shin and then flooring Grayson with a DDT.  He picked Grayson up and whipped him to the corner, where he hit him with three savate kicks.  Grayson fell forward, and Sky put him in suplex position.  He picked him up, turned him around and dropped him with a front layout suplex.  After a splash, Sky went for a cover.  Two count.
    Sky kept up the assault for the next minute before Grayson was finally able to land a move of his own.  Sky dropped his head for a backdrop and Grayson was able to counter with a swinging neckbreaker.  Sky got up but was floored by a leg lariat.  A dragon suplex by Grayson almost gave him a very sudden victory.
    Monica was nodding in approval at ringside.  Maybe that was the move with the thing.
    Grayson picked Sky up and whipped him into the corner.  Sky came out with a spinning leg lariat that nearly took Grayson's head off.  Sky picked him up and hit a bodyslam and followed up with a moonsault for a two count.  Putting things into the deep freeze, Sky locked on a reverse chinlock.  Grayson looked to be fading out fast.  He had to do something quick!
    After a minute, Grayson was able to fight to his feet.  With all of his strength, he elbowed Sky into a position where he could counter the chinlock with a back suplex.  Grayson lifted Sky up, took a couple of steps towards the ropes and used them as a slingshot, sending Terry crashing to the mat headfirst.  Grayson then hit a moonsault from the middle rope and went for the pin.  Two count.  Grayson picked Sky up with both hands and then dropped him, face first, into the mat.  Grayson then took a little time to pose for the crowd and strut his stuff before Sky got up.  When he did, Grayson dumped him over the top ropes with a clothesline.  Grayson went onto the apron, did a little dance for the crowd, and jumped off with a running elbow drop into Sky's sternum.  Grayson went over to the ring announcer and grabbed his chair.  He put it on the ground and picked Terry up for another back suplex, dropping Sky right onto the chair.  Not content to end it with that, Grayson picked Sky up again and hit a DDT on the chair before rolling him back inside.  He gave Monica a little hug and kiss and then went inside. He positioned Sky on the mat and went up top for the Shooting Star Legdrop.  Sky couldn't roll out of the way and the move connected.  Grayson had him beat.
    He didn't go for the cover, though.  Instead, he got up, taunted Sky by strutting around the ring, then he blew Monica a kiss, THEN he went for the pin.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!! No surprise there, but Terry Sky got his shoulder up.
    Grayson picked Sky up by the hair, a little surprised that he managed to kick out of the Shooting Star.  But he had more tricks in his bag.
    Which was exactly where Sky hit him with a low blow.  Grayson doubled over in pain.  Sky wasn't quite done yet.  Sky decided he had enough of wrestling.  This was going to be a scrap.
    Sky levelled Grayson with a lariat, and that is how it began.  He started smashing the back of Grayson's head into the mat repeatedly before dropping a fist into his face.  Sky then started to choke his former Director of Personnel, breaking at the four count.
    Out came Simply the Best.  Rick Clark, Cody Simmons and Jerry Kent all made their way to ringside.  Sky saw them but chose not to do anything.  If Simply the Best wanted to get involved, Major Force would be out there soon enough.
    Sky kept on pounding on the Daredevil and finally locked him in an abdominal stretch.  Grayson was howling in pain and looked ready to give.  Not wanting that to happen, Cody jumped up onto the apron.  The referee went to get him down and Kent came in from behind and walloped Sky with the North American Title.  Sky stumbled off of Grayson and was dumped outside.  Grayson got the attention of the referee as Rick Clark took Sky on outside.
    Clark had no intentions of making this fun.  He picked Sky up, hit him with the Sky-Driver on the floor and rolled him back inside, where Grayson made the cover.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!! KICKOUT!!! UNBELIEVABLE!!!
    Grayson looked as shocked as the rest of StB, except for Monica, who thought the move with the thing should have ended it a long time ago.  Grayson didn't stop, though.  He hit Sky with a falling headbutt and then a standing moonsault.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!!  Where is Terry Sky getting this from?  Grayson picked him up again and hit a Northern Lights suplex.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!! What the Hell is Terry Sky made off???  Grayson put Sky on the middle ropes then crashed down on his back, all of Grayson's weight forcing Sky's throat and chest onto the ropes.  Grayson backed off and Cody punched Sky in the jaw.
    Another question.  Where was Major Force?!?!
    Grayson picked Sky up and hit a slingshot suplex.  He then went up top and waited for Sky to get up  He did... slowly... and Grayson came off the top with a flying Frankensteiner.
    Sky moved!  Grayson went crashing to the ground and, when he got up, Sky nailed him with a picture perfect superkick!  Quickly, he went for the cover.
    1...
        2...
            3!!! HE DID IT!!!

Terry Sky pinned Ron Grayson after a superkick in 0:19:13.
Rating: ****
(Terry Sky won the SMWA North American Title.)

    Terry Sky was the new North American Champion, but that wasn't going to save him from what was coming.
    Simply the Best stormed the ring and attacked Sky.  Each member took turns laying in the punches to the new North American Champion.  And nobody was coming to save Terry Sky!  Where was Major Force???
    Clark picked Sky up and hit him with the second Sky-Driver of the night.  Grayson, recovered, went to the top rope and hit another Shooting Star legdrop.  Finished, Simply the Best left the ring.
    Terry Sky was out cold in the ring.  Finally, Alexander "The Grater" came out to get him.  Grater picked Sky up, slung him over his shoulder and carried him back to the dressing room quite unceremoniously.
    Nice of Grater to offer Sky a ride home.  Where was Major Force when he was getting the crap kicked out of him?  Once Sky wakes up, he's not going to be too pleased with Saul Masters and the Boys.

    Up next, a real war was going to be decided.  Chad Hillsman and Zangief have been at each other's throat for the better part of a year, while Biff Slamkovich and Gunloc have been at each other since July.  Hillsman and Zangief are enemies till they die, while Biff and Gunloc were once best of friends until their differences tore them apart.  Love for their countries and hatred for their opponents have brought these teams together in a war.  A war which, God willing, will end in the Gulag!

    The cage was lowered to the ground first.  It looked to be fifteen feet high.  There was barbed wire wrapped around random areas and an assortment of weapons were being held in the links.  Steel pipes, two-by-fours, ropes.  Without anybody stepping into that ring, we already knew it was not going to be pretty.
    The rules are simple.  You make one opponent submit or completely incapacitate him.  With these two teams, nobody is going to submit.  It's going to end when one man can't fight anymore.
    Hillsman and Gunloc came out first, the Star Spangled Banner playing in the background.  Hillsman is a xenophobe to the extreme and rightfully earned his Most Hated Wrestler Award.  Gunloc turned on his friend of over five years out of sheer contempt and jealousy.  The All-Americans got all the cheers the deserved.  None.
    Biff and Zangief came out next to a huge ovation.  They didn't bother soaking in the cheers.  The sprinted to the ring, came through the cage doors and were ready for war.
    The bell rang...

    Zangief charged at Hillsman.  Biff took on Gunloc.  There weren't going to be a lot of holds traded here.  These men were out for blood and it showed.  Brawling back and forth, each man taking the time to thrash their opponents against the cage.  Zangief took a big bite into Hillsman's forehead.  Gunloc twisted Biff's arm and hit it with elbows until it looked like the arm was going to fall off.  For the first three minutes, nobody noticed their team-mates or their opponents.  Winning for the team was one thing.  Revenge was another.  That's what these men were here for.  Revenge.
    Biff was the first to break away from his opponent, planting Gunloc with a Tombstone.  He saw Zangief readying Hillsman for a Soviet Suplex.  Biff came over and grabbed Hillsman from the other side.  A double Soviet suplex!  Hillsman hit the ground hard.  Quickly, though, Gunloc was over and attacking Biff.
    Biff and Gunloc battled near the edge of the cage while Zangief picked up Hillsman once more.  Hillsman hit him below the belt and then DDTed Zangief to the ground.  In the meantime, Gunloc had hit Biff with a big spinebuster slam.  He went over to where Hillsman was and the All-Americans delivered a double elbowdrop to Zangief.  But Biff, much like Gunloc earlier, wasn't done.  He grabbed Gunloc by the back of the head and tossed him into the cage.  He began to grind his former partners face in the mesh, trying to draw blood.
    Meanwhile, Hillsman had found a weapon he could use.  A rope.
    Gunloc blocked one of Biff's thrusts into the cage and elbowed him in the ribs.  Gunloc took Biff to the cage and then flattened him with a lariat.
    Hillsman, remembering what Zangief had done to him, when he hung him from the ring with hopes of doing God knows what, took the rope and approached Zangief.  Turnabout, in this kind of match, was fair play.  But Zangief was ready.  He moved away from Hillsman and grabbed one of his arms.  Zangief went to the mat and locked Hillsman in an armbreaker.  He pulled and pulled and pulled, hoping Hillsman would give up.  But Hillsman wouldn't give up to a Russian.
    Gunloc saw his partner down on the ground and went to help, but Biff wasn't going to let that happen.  He grabbed the back of Gunloc's head and tossed him into the cage... into part of the cage that was covered in barbed wire.  The usually composed Slamkovich let his sadistic side shine through, pounding the back of Gunloc's head into the wire, opening up a cut along his scalp.
    Zangief, perhaps realizing that Hillsman wasn't going to give, let him up and tossed him into his partner.  Hillsman and Gunloc collided together hard.  Zangief then levelled Hillsman with a clothesline.  Biff locked a sleeperhold on Gunloc.
    Zangief got on top of Hillsman and began to pound on him.  Seeing the rope nearby, he grabbed it and put it around Chad's neck.  Hillsman, quick as Zangief began to strangle him, planted a knee into Zangief's groin.  Zangief let go of the rope and Hillsman quickly got up.  No way was he going to let the Russian choke him again.  He kicked Zangief right in the teeth.
    In the meantime, Gunloc used a jawbreaker to break Biff's hold on him.  Seeing a two by four attached to the cage, Gunloc decided it was time to bring in a weapon.  He grabbed the two by four and smashed it across Biff's back.
    Hillsman saw this and called to Gunloc.  For the next minute, the All-Americans brutalized the Eastern Powers with the weapon.  Hillsman then decided it was time to put Zangief down.  He picked him up, spun around and dropped him with the Stars & Bars.  Gunloc took another swing at Biff with the two by four, but Biff blocked it and took the two by four away.  He nailed Gunloc in the stomach and then tackled Hillsman to the mat.  Gunloc went after him, but Biff felled him with a savate kick.  Biff then picked Hillsman up and planted him with a Tombstone.  Biff then went up top and hit a Hammer Splash.  It hurt Hillsman, but it wasn't enough to put him down for good.  And Gunloc was still up.  He clobbered Biff from behind with the same piece of wood.  Gunloc, the only man standing in the ring, went to revive Hillsman.  Once Chad got up, Gunloc directed traffic.  They whipped Biff into a corner and, like lightning, hit the Glory Rocket.  Hillsman went over to Zangief to deliver the same move.
    Zangief nailed Hillsman with a big lariat, putting him flat on the canvas.  The Big Russian charged at Gunloc and levelled him with another lariat.  He then picked Gunloc up into power bomb position, ran and delivered the Siberian Bear Crusher.  Gunloc was out, but he was still moving.  As was Biff.
    The only two men left standing in that ring were Zangief and Chad Hillsman.
    Hillsman charged at Zangief with a lariat, but Zangief ducked and countered with a Soviet suplex.  Zangief then dropped elbow after elbow to Hillsman's chest, trying to cave it in.  Zangief then locked on a massive clawhold, trying to get Hillsman to give.
    In the meantime, Biff was getting up.  He went after Gunloc, picked him up and attempted the Gut Crush!!! Gunloc blocked it and hit Biff with an inverted DDT.  He saw what Zangief was doing and quickly grabbed another weapon from the cage.  One of the lead pipes.  Gunloc grabbed the pipe, ran at Zangief and smashed it across the back of his head.  Zangief fell to the mat, barely conscious.
    Hillsman saw Gunloc with the pipe, about to smash Zangief again.  Quickly, Hillsman got up.  He stopped Gunloc!  Why?  He started started pointing directions to Gunloc.  Gunloc grabbed a rope.  Hillsman picked Zangief up and placed him against the cage.  In one of the places with the barbed wire.  Zangief was pressed against the barbed wire as Gunloc started to tie his arms to the cage.  Within moments, Zangief was fully immobilized!
    Hillsman was talking to our lone cameraman in the cage.  He asked him if he could patch his audio into the PA system.  The cameraman sent this request to the back.  Within seconds, the whole arena could hear everything that was happening in the ring.

Hillsman:  You did it?  Good.  Hey, Commie!  How you feeling, huh?  A little hurt?  A little worse for wear?  Feeling like you want to give up yet?

    Zangief wasn't close enough to the camera to be heard clearly, but we could tell the answer was a big no.

Hillsman:  You may want to reconsider that, Zangief.  Get that camera in his face.

    Hillsman and the cameraman walked over to Zangief.  We could hear every curse, every yell, everything.  Zangief wasn't happy.

Hillsman:  Look at you.  The noble Red bastard!  What's it going to take, Zangief?  How can I make you say it?  How can I make your sorry ass give up?

Zangief:  Go to Hell!!!

Hillsman:  Hell?  There's a special place in heaven for men like me, Red.  Now, I suggest you reconsider your last answer and start giving me the right one.  Every wrong answer you give me.... Gunloc?

    Gunloc picked up a stunned Slamkovich and nailed him with the Gut Crush!  Hillsman's plan was getting clearer.

Hillsman:  You're going to give me the right answers, or Biff is going to get it.  And referee, you stop this match for anything except for Zangief giving up, I'll do to you what Gunloc's doing to Biff times ten!  Don't cross me.  Don't even think about it!  Okay, Red.  First question.  What are you Russians?

Zangief:  Damn it, Biff!!! Get up!!!

Hillsman:  Wrong answer!  Gunloc...

    Gunloc picked Biff up and hit yet another Gut Crush.  Hillsman kept up.

Hillsman:  Like I said.  Every wrong answer you give me, he gets it.  The correct answer to that last question was "We're all Commie slime, Mr. Hillsman, sir!"  Let's try another question.  How many men did your mother go through in one week?

Zangief:  Die, you baztard!!! Die!!! Biff!!! Get up!!! Please...

Hillsman:  Gunloc!

    Gunloc delivered yet another Gut Crush to Slamkovich.  At this point, several SMWA Officials had run down to ringside.  As soon as this was over, they were going in to stop it.

Hillsman:  Hurts, doesn't it?  All tied up, nowhere to go.  Barbed wire cutting into your back.  Ropes cutting into your arms.  It can all end, Zangief.  All you have to do is start giving me the right answers.  All you have to do is say you give up.

Zangief:  Chad... pleeze... pleeze stop...

Hillsman:  That wasn't a submission.  Gunloc!

    Gunloc picked Slamkovich up again, but this time, Biff fought back.  A weakened Biff was fighting as best as he could.  But after three Gut Crushes, that wasn't very well.  Hillsman ran over and clobbered him from behind.  Gunloc hit another Gut Crush.  Zangief's eyes were welling up in tears.  He couldn't bear to watch.

Hillsman:  We're going to try one last time.  Zangief, what are you?

Zangief:  I... I... I'm Communist scum...

Hillsman:  Good.  Glad to hear it.  Now, what was your mother?

Zangief:  No... Oh, pleeze, God, no... No...

Hillsman:  Wrong...

Zangief:  Vait!!  Vait!!

    Zangief's face was awash with tears.  He was giving in to Chad Hillsman.  More than the barbed wire and the ropes, THAT was what hurt.  Hillsman had a sickening smile on his face.

Hillsman:  What would you like to say, Zangief?

Zangief:  I... She... I... I... She vaz... Vat vould you like me to zay, Mr. Hillzman?

    Zangief was slowly, surely giving up. This was horrible to watch.  Even Gunloc looked somewhat taken aback by Hillsman's tactics.  Hillsman smiled.

Hillsman:  What do you think?

Zangief:  Forgive me, mozzer.  She.. She vas ze village whore.

Hillsman:  You're exactly right.  Now, before you give up, I want you to tell me who your master is.  Tell me, Zangief, who controls you.  Tell me who your master is?

Zangief:  Y-You.

Hillsman:  Do you give up?

Zangief:  Da!  Da!  Yes!

    Despicable.

[Gulag Death Match]:
The All-Americans defeated The Eastern Powers when Hillsman made Zangief submit in 0:17:36.
Rating: ****

    Officials went to open the door, but Hillsman then ran over and slammed it in their faces.  He grabbed one of the steel bars and jammed it in the door, effectively locking it from the outside.  Hillsman then went over to our cameraman.

Hillsman:  Time for another game.  A "Russian Roulette" proposition, if you will.  You officials have three ways to end this.  One, you lift up the cage, and Zangief with it.  His shoulders will pop right off with the way Gunloc's tied those ropes, and you'll probably cripple him.  Your second alternative is to try and get through that door, but that could take an awful long time.  Your third alternative is to cut Zangief loose and let him take care of us.  The bell just rang, so if he touches either one of us, he's gone.  Until you people choose... Gunloc!

    Gunloc hesitated.  Perhaps this had gone far enough for him.  Perhaps he wanted nothing else to do with it.  Hillsman got up in his face and started yelling at him, reminding him of what Biff thought of him, how Biff held him back, how Biff never trusted him.  Gunloc, hearing enough, turned around.
    Gunloc began booting Biff in the ribs and then grabbed the two by four.  He smacked him in the back and in the ribs repeatedly.
    Hillsman had made every option a bad one.  If they just lifted the cage, Zangief would be seriously hurt.  In the time it would take them to get through the barred door, Slamkovich could have his career ended.  And the third option...
    Zangief was fighting as hard as he could to get out of the ropes, but to no avail.  If he did get out, Hillsman and Gunloc would be dead.  And Zangief would be gone from the SMWA.
    Hillsman stood across the ring, daring Zangief, taunting Zangief.  To get rid of Zangief, he was willing to take the beating of his life.
    The foreman on the outside made his choice.  "Cut him free".
    Using the bolt cutters and other tools they had, the officials tried to cut Zangief free.  They were able to cut through the ropes and, within seconds, Zangief was free.
    Zangief ripped himself free of the barbed wire on the cage and charged right at Hillsman, trying to break him in half.  Gunloc saw this and jumped on Zangief.  Zangief knocked him out with one punch.
    "Raise the damn cage!  Get security"
    Zangief went back to Hillsman and continued to pound on his face with lefts and rights.  Hillsman's nose was bloody and his eyes were swelling up.  Zangief wouldn't be stopped.  Hillsman forced him to betray his partner, himself, his country and his mother.  He was going to pay.  If this was the last we would see of Zangief, he didn't care.
    The cage raised and a fleet of officials tried to pull Zangief off of Hillsman.  Together, they managed, but Zangief then proceeded to knock them all off.  Any official that approached him was flattened.
    Hillsman was starting to get up, and Zangief saw him.  He grabbed the two by four and began smashing it across Hillsman's back.  Zangief then took the two by four and tried to choke Hillsman out.  The officials weren't going anywhere near Zangief, and he had the two by four on Hillsman's neck for around fifteen seconds before a fleet of ten security officers ran down to the ring to break this up.  They were wielding nightsticks.  The first officer planted a nightstick right in between Zangief's shoulder blades.  Zangief got up and kicked the officer in the head.  Another officer came in and Zangief floored him with a right hand.  Finally, the remaining eight stormed Zangief and proceeded to beat him down with their nightsticks.  Zangief tried to struggle, but even he couldn't withstand that much of a beating.  He fell to the ground, bloody and unconscious.
    Hillsman, still hurting and looking worse for wear, made it to the ropes.  He looked over at the unconscious Russian as the officers were putting handcuffs on him.  A sickening grin crossed his face and he began to chuckle as he bled from the mouth.  Zangief was gone.  Zangief was gone!
    Gunloc went over to Hillsman to help him up, effectively ending the assault on Biff.  EMT's rushed down to get Biff the hell out of there.  As quickly as they could, they put Slamkovich on a stretcher and got him away from the riot zone.
    Hillsman stood and laughed beside Gunloc, who looked somewhat relieved that this was over.
    The officers picked Zangief up and carried him to the back in handcuffs, bloody and unconscious.  He was carried into the back.
    That was the last we would see of Zangief.

    Nick Jones was backstage with Skarzz and Saul Masters, while Katherine Woods was ready with Doomsday and Extinct.

Jones:  Fans, I'm in shock as to what we've just seen.  I promise, as soon as we get any kind of information on the health of Biff Slamkovich and, indeed, Zangief, who violated the probation that Commissioner McCullough had placed upon him.  A truly sickening, revolting act by Chad Hillsman.  Right now, though, we have to move on.  I'm here with Saul Masters and Skarzz who, in mere moments, will be facing off against Doomsday.  Saul, first of all, I have to ask, why didn't Major Force come out to help Terry Sky?

Masters:  Didn't help him?  Grater was the one who carried him back.  I assure you, Jones, that Terry is currently resting in a room in the back, recovering from that very tough match.  That's in the past though.

Jones:  Well, all right, what about Doomsday?

Masters:  Jones, it's odd how things change after one year.  One year ago, Extinct was the head of a flourishing stable.  He was the power in the SMWA.  I had Skarzz.  One year later, I'm in charge of the most devastating assortment of talent the SMWA has ever seen.  Extinct is desperately trying to hold on to his power with just one man.  Doomsday.  Extinct, I told you long ago that, someday, I would run this place.  After today, I will.  Your man Doomsday is nothing but a big green roadblock.  One that Skarzz can, and will, smash through.  Tonight, the last vestiges of your power disappear.  Tonight, Major Force takes over.

Jones:  Saul Masters and Skarzz.  Katherine?

Woods:  This is Katherine Woods here with Extinct and Doomsday.  Extinct, you've just heard the comments of Saul Masters.  He says that tonight, he'll take over the SMWA by destroying Doomsday.

    Doomsday snatched the mic away from Woods, not even affording Extinct the chance to speak.

Doomsday:  MASTERS!!!  THERE WILL BE NOTHING LEFT FOR YOU TO TAKE OVER AFTER... THE ARMAGEDDON!!!

    With that, Doomsday tossed the mic to the floor and walked off, Extinct, confused, behind him.

    Something has got to give.
    What Saul Masters has said is basically true.  One year ago, Extinct practically ran the place with the then-elite Doomsday Hunters.  Major Force's current roster could very well destroy Extinct's old roster.  However, even though the DH have gone through all sorts of shapes and sizes and are no basically non-existent, one man has remained true to the cause.  Doomsday.  He's faced all of the top wrestlers and only lost to two of them.  Skarzz, as fearsome as he is, hasn't been tested the way Doomsday has.
    Tonight, he would be tested by Doomsday himself.
    It's a battle to name the true destroyer of the SMWA.

    Neither man was a favourite of the crowd coming to the ring.  Doomsday received a few more cheers than Skarzz, but not many more.  People couldn't warm up to these two, but they sure as Hell could warm up to them fighting.
    Nothing extra fancy in the intros.  No speeches to the crowd.  These two were here for one reason and one reason alone.  To fight.  The match would be fought under no DQ rules, so we would have a winner.  Neither man is particularly fast, but everything they did would hurt... badly!
    The bell rang...

    Skarzz and Doomsday took turns hitting each other with punches and kicks.  An ordinary man would be hitting the mat after those blows.  Skarzz and Doomsday just stood there, taking everything the other had.  Nothing fazed the other at all.
    We were in for a long match.
    The ineffective brawling lasted a short while longer, as both men began to realize that a definite change of tactics would be needed.  Skarzz struck first with a flying clothesline that took Doomsday off of his feet.  Doomsday was quick to get back up, though, and stood up to a Skarzz Yakuza kick.  He bounced off of the ropes after taking the kick and knocked Skarzz down with a lariat of his own.  Doomsday then hit the first big move of the mat as he picked Skarzz up and dropped him with a spinning power bomb.
    Skarzz was stunned for a second, but then he sat right back up!
    A few more ineffective punches were thrown before Skarzz hit the next big move.  He grabbed Doomsday by the throat and chokeslammed him to the ground.  Doomsday was quick to get up, but Skarzz knocked him out of the ring with a lariat.  The match continued outside.
    Doomsday and Skarzz began to brawl near the guardrail.  Doomsday took Skarzz's head to the rail, but it had no effect.  Skarzz returned the favour to Doomsday.  Same thing.  No effect.  These men were hitting each other with blows that would have folded an ordinary wrestler in half, and they were taking them like they were slaps from a five year old girl.
    Skarzz and Doomsday began brawling near the timekeeper.  Skarzz grabbed a chair and planted it into Doomsday's stomach.  Doomsday felt that.  Skarzz then picked him up and dropped him through the table with an elevated piledriver.  Doomsday was slow to get up, but damn it, he got up!!!  Skarzz picked him up again, but Doomsday connected with a massive right hand which drove Skarzz into the ringpost.  The back of his head smacked against the metal.  Skarzz shook off the blow but received a boot to the head which knocked him flat.
    Skarzz started to sit back up!
    Doomsday had a temporary edge, though, and he was going to take it.  He tossed Skarzz back inside.  By the time Doomsday was in, Skarzz was already up on his feet, but Doomsday corrected that fairly quickly.  He nailed Skarzz with a Fisherman's Buster.  Skarzz started to get up again and Doomsday nailed him with a Samoan drop.  For a second, it looked like Skarzz was back down, but then he sat right back up!!!
    Doomsday picked Skarzz back up and whipped him into the ropes, where he tried a lariat.  Skarzz ducked and rebounded with one of his own.  Doomsday got up and Skarzz took him down again.  When Doomsday got up again, Skarzz switched tactics and hit Doomsday with a flying shoulderblock.  Doomsday fell into the ropes and onto the floor once more.
    It was here that Saul Masters became the first managed to assert himself.  He kicked Doomsday in the ribs.  Doomsday just shrugged it off and went after Masters.  Fortunately, though, for Masters, Skarzz was there and ready to attack.  He turned Doomsday around, picked him up and hit the Skarring on the steel steps!  Doomsday was still moving, but he got up much, much slower.  Skarzz took control.  He rolled Doomsday back into the ring and locked him in a chokehold.  Doomsday squirmed to get free on the mat but Skarzz was overpowering.  For the moment, anyway.
    Somehow, Doomsday managed to get to his feet!  Skarzz was still trying to throttle Doomsday with everything he had, but it wasn't enough to keep the Big Green Monster down!  Doomsday broke both of Skarzz' arms away and picked him up!  He nailed the Armageddon and went for the cover!
    1...
        2...
    NO!!! Skarzz got up, slowly, but he got up.
    Both men had hit their finishers, and both men had survived.  It was still early, too.
    As Skarzz stood up, Extinct charged into the ring with a chair and waffled him in the back of the head.  Skarzz stumbled forward into a Doomsday powerslam.  Saul Masters charged into the ring after Extinct and tossed him outside.  The two managers then began to brawl at ringside as their charges duked it out in the ring.  Doomsday dropped a few spinning elbowdrops on Skarzz in an attempt to soften him up.  Doomsday picked Skarzz up and hit another powerslam.
    In the meantime, Masters was getting the edge in the brawl outside.  He tossed Extinct into the guardrail and then levelled him with a spinning kick.  In the meantime, Doomsday still had an edge over Skarzz.  He placed him on the top turnbuckle and got ready to deliver the Death from Above choke slam.  Masters jumped up to meet Doomsday and smashed him in the face with the butt end of his whip.  Doomsday fell off of the buckle, clutching his face in pain.
    Skarzz got off of the buckles and levelled Doomsday with a boot to the head.  Looking to end it, Skarzz picked the four hundred pounder up and nail him with the Skarring!  He went for the cover.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!! Kickout!!!  Amazing!!!
    Skarzz picked Doomsday up once more, but Doomsday grabbed him around the waist and began to squeeze the air out of Skarzz with a bearhug.  Skarzz tried to punch his way out, but Doomsday wouldn't let go.  Skarzz struggled and struggled, but he could not break free.  Finally, after a minute, he began to ebb.  It looked like Skarzz was fading.  After a minute and a half, his retaliation was limited at best.  Doomsday let go, grabbed the limp Skarzz by the head and picked him up for one final Armageddon.  Skarzz hit the mat hard and Doomsday went for the cover.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!! Amazing!!!  Skarzz gets up!!!  Doomsday went on undaunted.  He picked Skarzz up and readied him for a choke slam.
    Skarzz then wrapped his hand around Doomsday's throat.  Both giants stood there in the middle of the ring, the throats of their opponents gripped firmly in their hands.  Each man was going for the choke slam.  Neither man was going to let go until the other was on the mat.
    The muscles trembled on both men as each tried to power the other up in the air.  Nobody was moving.  Finally, Skarzz did it!  He broke away Doomsday's hand and lifted the Big Green Monster for a big choke slam!  Doomsday hit the mat hard!  Skarzz signalled that he was going for the Skarring once more!  He picked Doomsday up, hit his finisher, and went for the pin!
    1...
        2...
            3!!!

No-Countout-No-DQ-Match:
Skarzz pinned Doomsday with the Skarring in 0:17:12.
Rating: ** 1/4

    Even after Skarzz had pinned Doomsday, Doomsday was getting back up!  Skarzz looked ready to fight some more, but Masters grabbed him by the arm and led him away from the ring!
    For some reason, Saul Masters didn't want Skarzz to attack Doomsday after the match.  The job was done, and Masters was leading Skarzz home.  Why?
    Extinct climbed into the ring and began berating his charge.  Doomsday tried not to pay attention and tried to leave the ring, but Extinct grabbed him and stopped him.  When Doomsday turned around, Extinct slapped him in the face!!!  Doomsday immediately grabbed Extinct by the throat and choke slammed him to the mat!  Enraged, Doomsday picked Extinct up once more and flattened him with the Armageddon!  A few fans were cheering for Doomsday!
    The Big Green Monster left the ring in disgust.  Skarzz had beaten him after a great effort, and Extinct had the nerve to run him down?  No chance in Hell!
    Doomsday is now a man on his own.  But Skarzz owns his old position.
    Whatever happens from here on in, it should be interesting.

    Next up is our World Heavyweight Title match.  Mike Haggar, after weeks of trying to back out, has finally accepted this match and the chance to fight his protégé, Jack Slade, for the SMWA World Heavyweight Title.  It's a match of two men who respect the hell out of each other, but who knows if they still like each other.  It's been labelled the fight to save the friendship, but whether that happens or not is up to two men; Mike Haggar and Jack Slade.
    Nick Jones was backstage with Mike Haggar.

Jones:  Folks, it's almost time.  The New Year is about to kick in to full swing as Jack Slade defends his World Title against this man, Mike Haggar.  Mike, before we start, where is Jessica?

Haggar:  Jessica will not be out for this match, Nick.  She's decided not to watch.

Jones:  The strain of you and Jack Slade fighting is too much for her, I suppose.

Haggar:  It's a lot for all of us.  Jessica.  Myself.  Jack too, probably.  It's not going to be easy, but before I talk about that, I want to address a few rumours going around that have made me sick.  See, a lot of people think that I'm still reluctant to fight Jack.  I've heard rumours swirling that I'm going to walk out on this match, or lie down for Jack, or get myself disqualified.  Hell, why don't I just shoot myself in the head, because that is exactly what it would feel like.  I'll admit, I did not want this match at first.  I know that friends fight friends all the time in this sport, but I didn't want to fight Jack.  But when I said I would and I shook his hand in that ring, that was the end of any doubts, any second guesses that I might have.  At that very moment, I committed myself to one thing, and that's beating Jack Slade in that ring tonight.  Jack, I know what you're thinking right now.  This is your big chance.  Your chance to step out of the shadow.  Believe it if you want, Jack.  Go into this match thinking whatever you want.  Just know this.  The Mike Haggar who was willing to back off got left behind on Monday Night Massacre.  What you see now is the same Mike Haggar who, five times before, has stepped up as the challenger and has come out the five time SMWA World Heavyweight Champion.  This is the same guy you teamed with for years, the one who always knew that nothing was as good as a victory.  I'm hoping our friendship survives this match, Jack, I really do.   But I'm going to worry about that after the match.  That World Championship is coming back around my waist, Jack.  All because you asked for it.  Step up, Kid.  You're going for a ride.

RA:  Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is for the SMWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! It is scheduled for one fall with a one hour time limit.

RA:  Coming to the ring first is the challenger...  Hailing from New York City.... Weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds... He is the five time former SMWA Heavyweight Champion of the World....  MIKE!!! HAGGAR!!!

    A huge reaction for Haggar!  The SMWA Wrestler of the Year was all business on his way to the ring, though, and barely seemed to notice the cheers.  He was here for one reason and one reason only.  And while some might think Mike Haggar as challenger as odd, he said it in his interview.  He's been there five times before and come out on top.
    Nick Jones was backstage with Jack Slade.

Jones:  Jack Slade, it's almost time.  What are your thoughts?

Slade:  This is it, Jones.  The ultimate crunch.  You know, over the past week, I've had a lot of people questioning me about this friendship issue.  They've asked me how I could be so cold, so callous as to put my friendship with Mike Haggar beneath the World Title.  Well, I think Mike said it best when he said this sport doesn't allow you to be human.  I'm sorry if I'm pissing on the collective conscious here, but this is a business, and I'm a businessman.  Mike, as far as I'm concerned, I never doubted that you'd wrestle this match once you accepted.  Your word is your bond, I know that more than anybody else.  And if you tried to back out right now, trust me, I'd be the first roadblock on the way back to the dressing room.  This is my chance, Mike.  I beat you, I'll be stepping out of the biggest damn shadow in wrestling history and finally, finally making it on my own.  I'm not even thinking about the alternative.  I'm only thinking about leaving that ring with the World Title around my waist.  Now, as far as the friendship goes, we'll figure that out a day later.  We've got time for only one thing tonight.  It's Crunch Time, Mike.  I'm on my way.

RA:  His opponent... From Detroit, Michigan... Weighing in at two hundred and fourty one pounds....  The SMWA Heavyweight Champion of the World!!!  "THE CRUNCHER"  JACK SLADE!!!

    Plenty of cheers for the Inspirational Wrestler of the Year as well.  From the streets of Detroit to the World Title, Jack Slade has achieved the dream of millions.  Tonight, he'd have a chance to achieve his own dream.
    Slade climbed into the ring and handed his belt to the referee, who held it high overhead for all to see.  Mike Haggar and Jack Slade stood nose to nose in the middle of the ring.  This was it.  This was the moment we've all been waiting for.
    The bell rang.

    Haggar and Slade locked up immediately.  Within seconds, Haggar had Slade up in a bodyslam and had dropped him to the mat.  Slade got up fairly quickly.  Haggar just sat back and waited.  They locked up again, this time Slade managed to break away and hit Haggar with a bodyslam.  Slade and Haggar were feeling each other out.  Neither man wanted to make any kind of mistake early in a match this important.
    Another lockup, and Slade had Haggar in an armbar.  Haggar reversed it.  Slade reversed it again.  Haggar re-reversed it and locked the hold in.  Haggar then started pounding the limb with several elbow shots that had Slade wincing in pain.  Finally, Slade managed to reverse it and take Haggar down.
    Haggar got back up and Slade shoved him back.  Haggar slapped Slade in the face.
    The wrestling had lasted maybe a minute and half.  Now, it was go time.
    Haggar and Slade began exchanging fists in the middle of the ring, neither man giving the other a chance to land a second consecutive punch.  Haggar was too powerful, though.  He managed to slug Slade into the ropes.  He irish whipped him to the other ropes and went for a lariat.  Slade ducked and bounced off of the other ropes with a high cross body block.  Haggar went down but quickly kicked Slade off.  Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Slade kicked Haggar in the stomach and followed up with a Stunner!!!  Haggar hit the mat and Slade made the cover.
    1...
    Not even two.  It was way too early for this to end.  Slade and Haggar got back up and Slade took Haggar down with a single leg trip.  Slade locked on a kneelock submission and tried to twist Haggar's leg off.  Haggar was trapped in the hold for over half a minute before he got the rope.  Haggar got up, steadying himself on the ropes.  Slade backed off and charged at Haggar as he leaned on the ropes.  Haggar lifted a boot and caught Slade right in the jaw, knocking him to the mat.  Haggar followed up with an elbowdrop.  Haggar then scooped Slade up and got him in Tombstone position.  Haggar planted him and went for the pin.
    1...
    Again, not even a two count.  These two had come to fight and weren't going to be done in so soon.
    Haggar kept up his end of the offence, picking Slade up and nailing him with a standing DDT.  He then picked Slade up, bounced off of the ropes and flattened him with a flying shoulderblock.  Slade hit the mat and Haggar went for a legdrop.  Two count.
    Haggar picked Slade up and whipped him to the ropes once more.  Slade ducked a Haggar lariat and applied a sleeperhold!
    Haggar was too fresh.  After only a few seconds, he backed Slade into the corner, causing him to release the hold.
    Slade locked it back on!  Haggar again struggled to get free before planting Slade in the corner.  Again, though, Slade locked the hold on!  This time, he jumped onto Haggar's back, making Haggar carry his weight.  Haggar began to slip away.  After a minute, the ref checked Haggar.  The arm dropped once before Haggar got up and broke the hold with a vicious jawbreaker!  Slade staggered back and Haggar clotheslined him over the top ropes!  The action spilled outside!
    Haggar followed Slade out and the two began to brawl outside the ring.  Haggar tried to whip Slade into the ring steps, but Slade reverse and Haggar smashed his stomach on the steps.  As he doubled over in pain, Slade picked him up and delivered a power bomb on the floor!  Slade then climbed onto the apron and waited for Haggar to stagger back up.  When Mike was on his feet, Slade came off the apron with a flying clothesline.  Slade got up and put Haggar back inside.
    Slade used his speed to his advantage once back in the ring, hitting Haggar with some quick punches before getting behind him and dropping him with a lariat to the back of the head.  Slade then picked Haggar up and floored him with a vertical suplex.  Slade went for the pin and got a two count.  He climbed to the middle turnbuckle and came off with another flying clothesline.  Again, a two count.  Slade then delivered a piledriver.  TWO COUNT!!!
    Slade decided to switch tactics and beat on Haggar for a bit.  Big mistake.  Haggar, always game for a fight, punched his way back.  Haggar and Slade engaged in an epic brawl for a full minute and a half, with neither man going down as a result of the punches of the other.  Finally, Haggar got the edge.  He floored Slade with a spinning lariat and then gave the signal for the Screwdriver!!! He picked Slade up and got him in position, but Slade countered with a backdrop.  Haggar got up and was quickly booted in the stomach.  And just like that, Slade had hit the Spiked DDT!!!  He went for the cover.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!! KICKOUT!!! AMAZING!!! Even Slade couldn't believe it!  He got off of Haggar in stunned disbelief and looked a the referee.
    Two!  TWO!!!
    Slade wasn't done yet, though.  He picked Haggar up and ran off of the ropes in a Concussion Bomb attempt.  Haggar shrugged Slade off and then nailed him with a boot to the head.  Slade hit the mat and, as he got up, Haggar grabbed him and took him for the ride!  SCREWDRIVER!!!
    Haggar went for the pin!
    1...
        2...
    NO!!!  Wow!  Both men had used their finishers within minutes of one another and neither man was able to secure the win!  Amazing.  But after that Screwdriver, Haggar was in control.  He picked Slade up and planted him with a power bomb.  Haggar then went to the top rope and hit a flying legdrop!  He went for another cover.
    TWO COUNT!!! What would keep Jack Slade down?
    Haggar took Slade and pressed him over his head!  Looking to do some major damage, Haggar tossed Slade over the top ropes and Slade hit the crash mats hard.
    Haggar could have sat back.  He could have waited for the ref to count ten.
    1... 2... 3...
        4... 5... 6...
            7... 8... 9...
    Haggar breaks the count by going outside!!!  He knew that he had to win this by pinfall to give this match any sort of finality.
    Haggar whipped Slade into the ropes back in the ring and hit him with a Hotshot.  Haggar hit another legdrop and went for the pin.
    Two count again!!! These two weren't going down!  Haggar went back up to the top rope.  He was going to deliver one of his signatures.  He waited for Slade to get back up and, when he did, Haggar soared off the top with a flying clothesline.  He went for the cover.
    1...
        2...
    NO!!! Damn!!!  Haggar, figuring he could work the magic again, went up top once more.  This time, though, Slade was ready. He met Haggar on the top rope and punched him in the ribs.  Before Haggar could fall, Slade had him hooked up in a DDT!!! Both men crashed to the mat hard!!!  Slade was slow to make the cover as a result of the fall ,but he did.
    1...
        2...
    HAGGAR KICKS OUT!!!
    Slade went for a lariat, but Haggar ducked.  He hit a bridging back suplex.
    Two count!
    Haggar tried to hook Slade in a waistlock suplex.  Slade elbowed his way out and hit the Concussion Bomb!
    Two count!
    Slade went for a release Tiger suplex.  He then picked Haggar up, put him on the top turnbuckle and delivered a big belly-to-back superplex!
    TWO COUNT!!!
    Slade picked Haggar up.  Haggar punched Slade in the stomach.  The brawl had started again and had gotten even more fierce than before!  Neither man was going to give.  We were getting into the later stages of this match.  Every blow meant something.  Finally, it looked like Haggar was getting the advantage.  Right after right staggered Slade and Haggar went for a spinning lariat!
    Slade ducked!
    Haggar hit the referee!
    Slade used a German suplex to put Haggar down on the mat.
    IT COULD HAVE BEEN THREE!!!
    NO REF!!!
    Slade got up, obviously frustrated, and started shaking the referee.  Haggar, seeing Slade distracted, went to him and turned him around.  Haggar used a powerbomb and cradled the legs.
    THE REF WAS STILL DOWN!!! IT WOULD HAVE BEEN THREE!!!
    Haggar and Slade got up and both started to brawl.  Ref or not, they were going to beat the crap out of each other until somebody showed up to make a three count.
    The crowd started to react to something in the aisle.  Somebody was coming to the ring.  Was it the new ref?
    Oh God.  No!
    It was Skarzz and Alexander "The Grater".  Both men were holding steel chairs!
    Haggar and Slade didn't even notice!  They were too consumed with their own fight to notice.  Grater and Skarzz came into the ring, came up behind Slade and Haggar and walloped them both over the back of the head with the chairs!  Haggar and Slade both went down!  With the ref still out, Grater grabbed Haggar and hit him with the Doomsday Tornado.  Skarzz grabbed Slade and nailed the Skarring.  Then, both members of Major Force left the ring!
    Mike Haggar was down!  Jack Slade was down!  The referee was down!  For a whole minute, nobody in the ring moved.  Then, finally, there was movement.
    The referee was getting up.
    Stunned, the first thing he noticed was Haggar and Slade unconscious on the mat.  He began the ten count!
    1... 2... 3...
        4... 5.. 6...
    Jack Slade was staring to move towards Haggar.
            7... 8... 9....
    Slade made the cover.
    1...
        2...
            3NO!!! NO NO NO NO NO!!! HAGGAR KICKED OUT!!!!
    Slade, probably not even realizing why his head was ringing, picked Haggar up on instinct alone.  And on instinct, Haggar grabbed Slade and rolled him into a small package.
    1...
        2...
            3NO!!! BARELY!!! SLADE ESCAPES!!! INCREDIBLE!!!
    Haggar picked Slade up and the two began to brawl once more.  Neither man was going to go down!  Neither man was going to lose.
    The crowd starting booing as they looked in the aisle.  Our cameraman got a shot.
    Alexander "The Grater"
    Skarzz
    Kodiak Marmoset
    Ghost
    Saul Masters
    MAJOR FORCE!!!  Major Force stormed the ring and started beating on Mike Haggar and Jack Slade again.  The ref had no choice...

Mike Haggar and Jack Slade battled to a double disqualification in 00:30:13.
Rating: **** 1/4
(Jack Slade retained the SMWA World Heavyweight Title.)

    WHY??? WHY DID THEY HAVE TO DO IT??? WE WERE GOING TO HAVE A WINNER!!!  WE WANTED TO HAVE A WINNER!!!
    Our pay-per-view time had already run over.  On borrowed time, we watched as much of the Major Force beating as we could.  But we had to go.
    WHY, DAMMIT???  WHY???