Here come the men that ruined the New Year.
    At New Year's Smash, we were supposed to finally see it.  Mike Haggar and Jack Slade were going to fight it out until a winner was decided.
    Then came Major Force.  Saul Masters and company stormed the ring and beat the hell out of Haggar and Slade, causing the match to be called off.  Though we had to leave the air before the assault was finished, we can tell you this much.  Jack Slade sustained a hairline fracture in his wrist and several bruised ribs.  He is still in a Los Angeles hospital.  Mike Haggar has gone to New York City to rest up from the beating he took.
    Haggar wasn't here.  Slade wasn't here.  Major Force was.
    And they were wearing... suits?
    Every member of Major Force was wearing a taylor made suit.  A definite change in appearance.  Even Skarzz was dressed up, though he didn't look at all comfortable.  They were all there.  Skarzz, Saul Masters, Alexander "The Grater, Ghost, Kodiak Marmoset...
    Where was Terry Sky?
    The well dressed Major Force entered the ring.  Saul Masters grabbed a microphone.

MASTERS:  Over fifteen months ago, you all laughed at me.  I told you all that someday, all this would be mine.  You scoffed.  I said that, someday, I'd have the run of the place.  You all looked the other way.  You looked on as men like Extinct and the Doomsday Hunters ran amok, believing that a man like myself could never, ever reach that level.  Look at the SMWA today.  Look at the men I'm standing with.  Tell me now that I'm not a threat.  Go ahead.  Tell me...

    The crowd was booing Masters throughout this whole speech.  They were upset.  It was Masters and Major Force that ruined the main event last night, and the fans weren't ready to accept his decrees of domination with open arms.  Masters didn't care.

MASTERS:  This isn't any normal sort of take-over.  It's not about money, or the company.  It's about victory.  It's about respect.  It's about revenge.  Last night, you saw the beginnings.  Ghost was kept off of the pay-per-view because of simple politics.  Politics which, soon enough, we will change.  Shadow Maxx has left the SMWA thanks to Grater.  Thanks to Major Force, the Kodiak Express rolls once more.  And Doomsday... Now that you can speak, perhaps  you can tell us what it's like to be destroyed by somebody bigger, stronger and meaner.  And the North American Title will be a part of Major Force for a long, long time.  Those were our first steps.  By no means were they the last.

    So far, Masters isn't far off.  Maxx has disappeared and nobody has heard from him since last night.  Kodiak could have beat Major Force without Clone but used Major Force just to prove a point.  Skarzz cleanly pinned Doomsday.  And Terry Sky did win the North American Title.  But where was he?

MASTERS:  Haggar.  Slade.  How dare you just brush us off.  You screw Ghost out of the World Title at Final Breath and then treat him like he's a side-show to your ongoing melodrama?  We destroy your World Title match last night, and you don't even have the decency to show up tonight.  Slade.  Last night, you were determined to beat Mike Haggar and secure your own legacy.   Now you don't even have the courage to show up and confront the men who stole your chance?  Haggar.  Where are you?  New York, licking your wounds.  And you have the gall to call yourself a legend.  As much as you two may be convinced of your own popularity, there are those out there that want you out of the way.  I am but one of them.  In order for Major Force to have our way, we have to get rid of two egotistical, self-centred, overrated "heroes".  That, if you didn't realize it, is you two.  Consider tonight a night off.  Next week, you had better be here.  I will not tolerate any...

    The went into a commotion as Terry Sky made his way down to the ring.  Sky had a black eye, presumably from last night.  He looked like he had just come in off of the streets, the only exception being that he was holding the North American Title.  He looked tired as Hell.  Definitely a lot shabbier than the well dressed Major Force.

MASTERS:  Well, Terry.  Nice of you to join us.

    Sky stood right across from Masters.  He wasn't nearly as happy as the other Major Force members.  Sky propped his Title Belt on his shoulder and looked at Masters.

SKY:  Where's my damn money?

    Masters tried to look shocked, but he didn't do that good of a job.

MASTERS:  Pardon?

SKY:  Oh, like you don't know.  I get abandoned by you guys last night and have to get to San Francisco.  I got to rent a car, but all my credit cards have been cleared out.  I check the bank machines, but, somehow, they're all empty.  I call them this morning, and, apparently, I withdrew everything on Friday.  Funny, though, I don't REMEMBER DOING THAT!!!  I had to hitch from LA, Masters.  You ever done that before?

MASTERS:  Well, no, Terry.  We rode here in a limo!

    Major Force burst into laughter in the ring.

SKY:  Shut up you god-damn freaks!

    That got everybody's attention.  Masters got much more serious.

MASTERS:  Terry, Terry, Terry.  That's no way to talk to your team-mates.

SKY:  Oh, nice damn team-mates.  I have to fight off all of StB last night to win this belt...

MASTERS:  But you asked us not to interfere.

SKY:  During the match.  They beat on me for about five damn minutes after.  You could have showed up!!!

MASTERS:  Well, Terry.  You're right.  We could have.  We chose not to.  You see, with Kodiak on board, we have an active roster of five.  Really, all we need is four wrestlers.  So, I'm sorry, Terry, but we're going to have to let you go.  You've served your purpose.  Here's hoping you find your money again!

    Sky didn't even wait for Masters to finish laughing.  He jumped onto Saul and started pounding him.  The rest of Major Force grabbed Sky and started to beat him down!
    Major Force had turned on Terry Sky.  And, if what Sky was implying was true, they had his money!
    Masters picked himself up off of the mat and ordered the Force off of Sky.  He reared back and planted a big boot into Terry Sky's ribs.  He then pointed at Grater.  Grater picked Sky up and dropped him in a Doomsday Tornado.  Sky was out, but that didn't stop Grater.  He picked Sky up once more and Gorilla pressed him to the floor.  Grater then looked at Masters, who gave a nod.  Grater took the mic.

GRATER:  Hey, to the bum outside the ring!  I hope ya aint had to pawn off your wrestling trunks yet, cause I've got a little present tonight for ya!  I'm playin' my damn Wild Card.  You and me are gonna go at it for the damn North American Title, punk.  I'll see ya later!

    Grater had just played his Wild Card.  Sky had to accept!  Officials were already at ringside, helping a half-conscious Sky out of the ring.  They tried to get him out of the line of fire as quick as possible.
    After all, he had a North American Title match to get ready for!
    So, in the space of five minutes, we have learned that Terry Sky is flat broke, with Major Force wearing designer suits, that Major Force no longer wants Terry Sky and that Sky has to defend his North American Title later on tonight.  Plus, Major Force have made targets out of Jack Slade and Mike Haggar.
    Welcome to Monday Night Massacre.

    On top of our just announced North American Title match, we had a few other encounters that would take place.
    The Dark Brand, after making an impressive debut during Smashed Up!  last night, would be in action again tonight.
    Cody Simmons and Ron Grayson would face off against two thirds of the recently deposed War Champions, Steelworks.
    West Bronco will defend his TV Title against Clone, but will Clone even be able to show up after what happened last night?
    And Jack McCullough is here with Biff Slamkovich and the All-Americans to discuss the situation that occurred in last night's Gulag match.  Is Zangief really gone?
    These answers, hopefully, would come tonight.

    We took a commercial break and came back to see Terry Sky receiving medical attention in the back.  He had better hope he's ready for Grater.
    We went to the ring for our TV Title match.

    West Bronco pulled off another big win at New Year's Smash, but he couldn't be completely satisfied with the way it went down.  Cody had him beat, but the ref was out.  Who came out to make the count?  Former Bronco team-mate and current StB nemesis "Jumbo" Jack Flap.  Still, Bronco is the SMWA Television Champion and shows no sign of slowing up.  However, tonight, he might have to.
    The last time we saw Clone, he was being carted out of the ring after an attack by Major Force, with Kodiak Marmoset playing a big role.  The status of Clone is unknown, but he's not expected to be here tonight.
    Bronco came to the ring first - rare for the Champ - and the ring announcer whispered in his ear.  The announcer then addressed the crowd.

RA:  Ladies and Gentlemen, due to injuries sustained at New Year's Smash, Clone will not be able to wrestle tonight.  Therefore, the winner of this match via forfeit....

    Our ring announcer was cut off by the theme of Major Force.  A chant of "loser" greeted Kodiak Marmoset.  He was out of his suit and in his wrestling gear.  He had a mic.

KODIAK:  I think you morons need to find yourselves a new chant, because "loser" no longer applies.  In fact, that's sort of what's brought us here right now.  Pokey, I'm feeling a little sorry for taking your opponent away from you.  Okay, wait, that's a lie.  I enjoyed every second of kicking Clone's ass and I'm glad he's not here.  But that leaves you without an opponent.  So, I'll make it up to you.  Since I was the guy who injured Clone, I'll take his Title shot.  Okay?

    Bronco asked the ring announcer for his microphone.  Smug as usual, Bronco answered.

BRONCO:  Well, Kodiak, that's quite a favour you're offering.  Does that mean I've gotta give the rest a' Major Force a Title shot, too?  'Cause it sure looked like they had something to do with your little win last night!

    The crowd burst into cheers and more "loser" chants.  Bronco's smirk got bigger.

BRONCO:  Hell, who am I to deny a loser like you?  You want a Title shot?  Come on in and get bucked up!

    Upon hearing those words, Kodiak charged into the ring and started brawling with Bronco.  The bell rang.  We had a match!

    This didn't start off technically.  Bronco is admittedly limited in that department, while Kodiak just didn't feel like wrestling.  However, Kodiak's size worked against him in the brawl and Bronco got the early edge.  He began to knock Kodiak over with a few powerful rights and then followed up with a vicious lariat.  A second attempt missed as Kodiak ducked down.  Bronco came off of the ropes and was caught in a Kodiak Marmoset spinebuster slam.  Kodiak quickly got up and delivered a standing moonsault.  It wasn't nearly enough to pin Bronco, but it showed him that Kodiak wasn't planning on wasting any time.
    With Bronco down, Kodiak felt confident in starting up the brawl again.  Bronco was able to mount some offence, but the spinebuster had taken a lot out of him.  Kodiak picked Bronco up and bodyslammed him into the mat.  Then, as if taunting Bronco, he held him in a front facelock and mockingly asked the crowd "Wanna see a DDT?"
    Bronco didn't.  He punched Kodiak in the ribs and quickly grabbed him.  He had him up in position for the Tombstone!  Kodiak struggled and managed to break free of the hold, but the message was clear.  Bronco wasn't going to waste any time either.
    The two men wrestled cautiously for the next minute or two, realizing that their opponents were both looking to finish it early.  Finally, things began to pick up as both men began running on the ropes.  Bronco side stepped Kodiak and tried to throw him outside.  Kodiak grabbed on to the top rope and managed to land on the ring apron.  When he got up, though, Bronco ran right into him with a shoulderblock that knocked him off of the apron and into the guardrail.
    At this point, Ghost came down to the ring.  He went over to Kodiak and tried to help him off of the ground.  Bronco was ready for both men.  He hit a double headsmash on the duo and rolled Kodiak back into the ring.
    When Bronco got back in, he quickly turned his attention to Ghost, telling him to stay put.  When he turned back around to Kodiak, he received a boot to the stomach and a vicious DDT.  Kodiak went for the cover and got a two count.
    Kodiak used his edge in agility to keep Bronco grounded.  A springboard shoulderblock put Bronco on his back.  As did a series of vicious clotheslines.  Kodiak gave Ghost a quick look before turning to deliver some more punishment.  Kodiak was taking Bronco apart quite convincingly.  Finally, West was able to get the edge.  Kodiak missed a splash in the corner and, when he came out, Bronco locked him in a sleeperhold.  Kodiak began to ebb, and it looked like he was going to go out until he countered the hold with a jawbreaker.  West held his jaw in pain and Kodiak got up and kicked him a few times in the ribs before sending him to the ropes.  Kodiak went for a backdrop, but Bronco turned it into a swinging neckbreaker.
    It was now Bronco's turn to take control.  By overpowering and out brawling Kodiak, Bronco had the edge for a few minutes.  Kodiak wouldn't let it last, though.  Bronco went for a rana, but Kodiak countered with a power bomb.  Quickly, he grabbed the legs of Bronco and applied a Texas Cloverleaf!
    Bronco was writhing on the mat in pain.  This move was one of Kodiak's signatures, and few wrestlers do it better.  Bronco was right in the middle of the ring.  If he was going to break out, he was going to have to fight.  And fight he did.  Slowly, surely, Bronco inched his way to the ropes until, after a minute of agony, he grabbed the bottom rope.  The ref told Kodiak to break the hold, but Kodiak wouldn't.  Finally, Kodiak let go of the hold and got into the referee's face, arguing the break.
    Ghost grabbed an injured Bronco by the arms and quickly dragged him outside.  While Kodiak had the referee, Ghost kicked Bronco in the stomach and hit the Final Breath.  Bronco hit the ground hard and was then quickly rolled back into the ring by Ghost.
    Kodiak walked over to Bronco and forced him to his feet.  A groggy Bronco was no match for the Finisher!  Kodiak made the cover.
    1...
        2...
            3!!!

Kodiak Marmoset pinned West Bronco with the Finisher in 0:13:21.
Rating: ** 1/2
(Kodiak Marmoset won the SMWA Television Title.)

    New TV Champion!  Bronco's streak ends!  Major Force has a title!
    The crowd booed even louder as Saul Masters made his way to the ring.  Ghost and Kodiak grabbed the groggy Bronco and brought him to his feet.  Masters had the mic.

MASTERS:  Bronco, ordinarily, I'd spare you.  Ordinarily, you'd be beneath Major Force.  But my memory isn't that short.  You and that fat cowboy friend of yours caused me a lot of trouble before.  Here's your warning NOT to do it again.  Ghost...

    Ghost grabbed Bronco and hit him with another Final Breath.  After that, Masters was satisfied.  He led Ghost and the New TV Champion away from the ring.
    Major Force has won its first Title of the night.  Would they be able to grab the second?

    Before that was settled, we had a little bit of Branding to attend to.

    Brand made quite the debut, dominating Kenji Hashimuto during Smashed Up!  Mauling Bear, on the other hand, had his head handed to him in thirty seconds by the Flying Scotsman.  If the Brand wanted to start up a winning streak, this would be the man to do it against.
    The referee for this match?  "Jumbo" Jack Flap, who is fresh off of more controversy as of New Year's Smash.  We know that StB are in the building tonight, Cody and Grayson being scheduled to face off against Steelworks.  Jumbo may just be held accountable.
    Mauling Bear's entrance wasn't very well regarded, and we couldn't tell what people were making of the Brand, who stalked to the ring from the back, dressed in trenchcoat and bowler.  He's an interesting character, to say the least, and one has to wonder what his role in the SMWA will end up being.
    The bell rang....

    The Brand stood in the middle of the ring, waiting for Mauling Bear.  Mauling Bear charged at him, but Brand leapt over him with a leapfrog.  Bear rebounded off of the ropes but Brand dropped to the mat.  Bear stepped over him, but Brand quickly tripped Mauling Bear up with a legsweep.  Bear got back up to his feet but was stunned by a lariat from the Brand.  Brand then bounced into the ropes and hit a leg lariat.  Bear stumbled once more and Brand managed to take him down with a back suplex.
    The Brand continued with his high paced assault until Mauling Bear caught him in a powerslam, slowing Brand down for a while.  Bear didn't want to waste any time trying to beat this guy, so he immediately went to work on his legs, using an Indian Deathlock to wear him down.  Bear then switched to choking, trying to take the breath right out of Brand.  The ref forced a break, but Bear didn't let up.  He started in with some big roundhouse rights.  If he could have hit that hard at New Year's Smash, he'd be the Toughman...
    No, probably not.  Anyway.
    Brand was reeling from the punches and had to do something to counter.  He finally managed to block one of the punches and plant a dropkick to the face of Mauling Bear.  Bear staggered back and Brand charged at him with a flying lariat, taking Bear down to the mat.  Several more flying lariats and Brand went up top.  As Bear got up, Brand jumped off of the top ropes with a flying axhandle.
    Bear caught Brand and immediately locked on the Grizzly Bearhug!  It looked like Brand's debut could be a short one.  But Brand wasn't done yet.  Rather than give in to the pain, he started punching Bear in the temple and eventually broke the bearhug with an earringer.  Brand then locked Bear in a front facelock, took him to the corner and delivered the Tornado DDT that he calls the Nightfall.  Jumbo made the three count.

The Dark Brand pinned Mauling Bear with the Nightfall in 0:04:23.
Rating: -1/2*

    Brand didn't wait to celebrate.  He merely grabbed his coat and hat and smoothly walked to the dressing room, his job being done.  Mauling Bear rolled out of the ring and started to head to the back.  Jumbo was the last one in.

    Out came Jerry Kent.  Jumbo was going to get a talking to.
    San Francisco, much like LA, was StB country.  The crowd seemed glad that Kent was coming to the ring to settle this thing.  Maybe we would get some answers.
    Kent grabbed a mic from ringside and went into the ring.  Jumbo wasn't moving.  He knew why Kent was here.

KENT:  Where do you get off?

    The crowd liked the question.  Oddly enough for a wrestling event, a chant of "Jerry" started up.  Eat your heart out, Springer.

JUMBO:  Kent, you're holding things up.

KENT:  I might be holding up the card, but you're fouling up the ring with this "refereeing" of yours.  I don't know if I can even call it that, because it's the biggest sham I've ever seen in my life.

JUMBO:  Jerry, if you got problems with how I call stuff, you can go talk to McCullough...

KENT:  You know, I would, except I don't think he needs to get involved.  If this were some kind of big problem, if you were screwing up everybody's matches, I'd be leading a parade right into his office.  No, I think we can settle this by ourselves.

JUMBO:  Fine, what's your problem?

KENT:  Apparently playing dumb is some sort of theme tonight.  Okay, fat man, here you are.  You've done a half-decent job of refereeing the matches of everybody in the SMWA except for Simply the Best.

JUMBO:  I've called every match down the middle, Kent.  Don't go making accusations about my refereeing.

KENT:  Oh, I'll accuse.  Funny, too, how most of the matches you've screwed us in have involved West Bronco.  You remember him, right?  The kid you used to team with?

JUMBO:  So what are you implying?

KENT:  Well, I figure it's one of two things.  One, you're just a lonely old fart trying to get his friend back.  Or, two, you're holding a grudge from a LONG time ago.

JUMBO:  You're talking about you, I'm guessing?

KENT:  Well, if I were a fat referee and the guy I could never, ever beat for the World Title was still out there main eventing, I imagine my fat ass would be bitter enough to start abusing just a tiny bit of power.

JUMBO:  You're full of it, Kent.

    With that, Jumbo started to leave the ring.  Kent wasn't about to let this drop.

KENT:  So, you know I'm right.  Is that it?  You just can't face the facts, Jack!

JUMBO:  I'm not biased, Kent.

KENT:  Prove it.

JUMBO:  I don't have to prove anything to you.

KENT:  Of course you don't.  That would be too hard for a man like you.  A giant, spineless, blob.

JUMBO:  You're lucky I don't knock you out right now, Kent.

KENT:  Yeah, you might sit on me.

    Jumbo was balling a fist.  Kent was getting to him.

KENT:  You know, your test isn't even going to be that hard.  Don't you want to at least hear what it is?

JUMBO:  If it will shut you up.

KENT:  Fine.  After New Year's Smash, I went to McCullough and we had a little talk.  I asked for a match.  Me against Bronco at the next big Slam Masters.  And, I demanded a special guest referee.

JUMBO:  Let me guess.  Me?

KENT:  Those burgers haven't clogged that pea brain of yours yet.  Stipulations are simple.  If Bronco beats me cleanly, which is doubtful, or if I beat him cleanly, which is what will happen, then I let this whole thing drop.  You make one questionable call against me or help Bronco out, then you and me meet one on one.  In other words, all you have to do is referee a fair match.  Sound good.

JUMBO:  How do I know you don't have something planed?

KENT:  You mean StB?  I tell them to stay in the back, they'll stay in the back.  It'll just be me, Bronco and you.  How about it?

JUMBO:  All I have to do is go out there and ref a fair match.

KENT:  I'm sure it will be a challenge, but that's all you have to do.

JUMBO:  You're on!

    The crowd exploded into cheers.  What a match that should be!  West Bronco against Jerry Kent!  Not bad at all.  But isn't Bronco going to have to deal with Major Force?  Won't he be trying to get the TV Title back?  This match may help StB out, but it might just hurt Bronco.
    Funny.  Neither man in that ring was thinking that way.

KENT:  Good.  See you then.

    Kent left the ring.  Before we went to commercial, we went to the back.  Chad Hillsman was walking beside one of the ring crew, obviously just having arrived in the building.  Hillsman was gloating about what he did to Zangief last night.  The crew member didn't look like he was enjoying the conversation.  Behind them walked Gunloc.  He didn't look happy at all.

    After the commercial break was done, we saw Jerry Kent in the back, talking with Cody and Grayson, who were getting ready for their match.  Rick Clark and Monica were there as well.  Along came Saul Masters.

MASTERS:  Gentlemen.... Monica.

CODY:  What do you want?

MASTERS:  Nothing but to talk.

KENT:  The kids got a match coming up, Masters.  What do you want.

MASTERS:  Good luck, then.  However, if I could talk to you and Mr. Clark for a few moments, I can guarantee that it will be more than worth your while.

    Simply the Best looked at each other and then conferenced.  Days ago, StB and Major Force were at each other's throats.  Even though Terry Sky was the centre of that conflict, the grudges couldn't have healed that quickly.  What was Masters up to?
    Cody, Grayson and Monica broke away.  They headed to the ring for their match.

CLARK:  Okay, Saul.  You've got five minutes.

    This can't lead to anything good.

    As we pondered what Saul Masters and the StB Founders could be talking about backstage, we had a match to deal with in the ring.
    At New Year's Smash, Steelworks had the War Titles taken away from them thanks to some excellent work from the StB combination of Cody, Clark and Kent.  Steelworks would definitely be looking for a bit of revenge here.
    In spite of the War Titles win, New Year's Smash wasn't the best day for StB.  Grayson had the North American Title taken from him in an outstanding effort by Terry Sky, while Cody was denied the TV Title by Jumbo Jack.  Oddly enough, both the TV Title is, and the North American Title could be, in the possession of Major Force.  And Saul Masters was meeting with Clark and Kent backstage.
    Well, Cody and Grayson came out, grabbed the mics and did their thing.

CODY:  Hello San Francisco!  I'll tell you, ducking bullets on the LA Freeway to get here was tough, but we did!  Simply the Best has arrived in the... Cow Palace.  As a matter of fact, I think a see a few of the cows that live here in the front row.  How are you two ladies?  Hey, don't chew your cud while talking to me!  That's enough.  Well, the Daredevil and the Streetfighting Stud are here with the lovely Monica and we're about to start a new tradition.  We're going to run over every tag team in the SMWA, starting with two Steelworkin' men.

GRAYSON:  You two dress up in your construction gear, draw little jackhammers on your tights and play steelworker all you want.  You're up against two guys who don't need any of that.  Who needs a gimmick when you're Simply the Best?

CODY & GRAYSON:  Assholes... and damn proud of it!

    Well, Cody and Grayson had their intro crisp enough.  How would these two work together in the ring?  Especially against two angry powerhouses.
    As Emerson and Marshall came to the ring, we were hit with a little bit of nostalgia.  A year ago, Marshall and Grayson were engaged in one of the most heated feuds in the SMWA.  A feud that was never really resolved.  And here they were one more time, a year later, across the ring from one another.  Both Grayson and Marshall remembered quite vividly and the two stared at each other from across the ring, ready to lock up once again.  Steelworks and StB were ready to go.
    The bell rang...

    Cody would start off the match for StB, while Marshall would take post for Steelworks.  Cody came out punching and the two started brawling.  Cody had the edge until he did something very foolish and tried to take Marshall down with a shoulderblock.  Cody, giving up about sixty pounds, bounced off of Marshall and hit the mat.  Marshall tagged out to Emerson and Cody went out to Grayson.  When Marshall saw Grayson, he tried to get back in, but Emerson and Grayson were already going at it.
    In the meantime, Cody was taking a time out on the floor.  Monica was giving him a shoulder rub and talking strategy to him.

MONICA:  You really shouldn't run into a guy like that.

CODY:  Thanks, Mo.

    Grayson stunned Emerson with a couple of dropkicks and then slammed him to the mat.  A moonsault attempt was foiled when Emerson rolled out of the way.  Emerson floored Grayson with a lariat and then made the tag out!
    Grayson and Marshall... again!
    Marshall clobbered Grayson with a lariat of his own and then began pounding on him with punches and kicks.  He whipped Grayson to the ropes and Grayson tried to hit a flying cross body.  Marshall caught him and slammed him down to the ground.  He then picked Grayson up and nailed him with a Jackhammer and went for the cover.  Two count.
    Marshall got off of the mat and waited for Grayson to get up.  When Grayson did, Marshall charged at him with another lariat.  Grayson countered with a spinning leg lariat.  Marshall got up but was floored by a flying shoulder to the back.  Grayson then went to the apron and delivered a slingshot splash.  He got a two count.

    We had to go to a commercial as Grayson and Marshall were continuing to war.  When we got back, we briefly went backstage.  Rick Clark and Jerry Kent were walking out of a room with a duffel bag and big smiles on their faces.  Behind them was Saul Masters.
    Whatever they had talked about, it certainly was agreeable.

    Back in the ring, Marshall had been going through several minutes of torture from Simply the Best.  Cody was beating on him outside the ring with a few items he found underneath the ring as the ref was distracted by an encounter between Emerson and Grayson.  Cody rolled Marshall back in and Grayson kept working on him.  It seemed as if Grayson was the legal man and he kept up the assault.
    Grayson used a few more high flying moves but eventually made a mistake.  Marshall countered a charge into a corner with a boot to the face and Grayson went down.  Marshall picked him up and delivered a vicious double underhook piledriver and went for the pin.  Cody broke it.
    Cody and Grayson worked Marshall over two-on-one with a double enzuigiri kick.  StB picked Marshall up and whipped him to the ropes, attempting a double lariat.  Marshall ducked and clobbered both of StB with a double lariat of his own.  Slowly, he made his way to the corner and made the tag to Emerson.
    This sparked a brawl in the ring between both teams.  A brawl that spilled outside in less than a minute.  A brawl that didn't get back into the ring.
    While StB and Steelworks brawled, the referee counted to ten.

Simply the Best (Cody Simmons and Ron Grayson) and Steelworks battled to a double countout in 0:18:35.
Rating: ** 3/4

    It took a while for the fight between these two teams to stop.  Eventually, the rest of StB came out to pull Cody and Grayson away.  Steelworks weren't stupid.  They weren't going to attack four men.  But why didn't Clark and Kent help Grayson and Cody beat down Steelworks?  Why just break up the fight?
    And what were they talking to Saul Masters about?
    We went to the back and saw Biff Slamkovich pacing around.  Limping, actually.  He was still hurting from Friday night.  We switched cameras and saw Jack McCullough talking to several officials in the back.  There were also a few police officers with him.
    The Zangief situation was going to be dealt with next.

    Coming back from commercial, we saw some of the sickening sights from last night, where Chad Hillsman humiliated Zangief, making him degrade his country, his family and himself before submitting.  Then we saw the continued assault after the match was done where Zangief was forced to save his friend from a beating and, in doing so, ended his own career in the SMWA.  It was truly a sick, sick act.

RA:  Ladies and Gentlemen, the Commissioner or the SMWA, Jack McCullough!

    McCullough came out to a flourish of cheers, but he had one of those serious looks on his face.  One of those looks that told everybody that he wasn't going to be playing around here.  He went into the ring, grabbed the microphone from the ring announcer and started up.

MCCULLOUGH:  I appreciate the reception, but I'm afraid I do bear bad news.  As a result of his actions last night, both against Chad Hillsman, our referees and the LA Forum security force, Zangief has been indefinitely suspended from the SMWA.

    It wasn't the news people wanted to hear.

MCCULLOUGH:  Trust me, I'm not any happier about this situation than you people.  However, Zangief knew the rules going in and, upon observing the situation, he had other recourses.  Once cut free from those ropes, he could have easily gone to the cage door and removed the steel bar that the All-Americans had used to jam the door shut.  He could have covered Biff Slamkovich to stop the assault.  He had a number of options.  I realize that what Chad Hillsman did to him was heinous and I can't say that I would have acted differently.  However, Zangief knew the consequences of his action when he attacked Hillsman, and attacking officials and security is not something I will stand for.  Zangief has proved to be dangerous in the past and Friday served to confirm that.  So, Zangief, I wish you the best of luck in whatever it is you do next, and I am sorry it had to come to this.  But you knew the rules.

    It was not a popular decision.  The crowd wanted Zangief back.  They wanted Hillsman to get his.  They didn't want it to end like this.
    McCullough wasn't finished.

MCCULLOUGH:  However, like I said earlier, there were extenuating circumstances.  I'd like to ask Chad Hillsman to come to the ring.

    It sounded like a jumbo jet had just flown through the Cow Palace.  The arena was filled with so many boos that it was impossible to hear yourself think.  And into that tempest came Chad Hillsman.  He wore a big smile and was applauding.  McCullough didn't look impressed.
    Fans began to throw their drinks and other garbage at Hillsman.  Other fans tried to jump the rail to get to him but were stopped by security.  One fan did make it over but was tackled by a security guard before he could get to Hillsman.  Hillsman laughed at the fan and walked on by.  He climbed into the ring and walked up to McCullough.  In a rare show, he offered him a handshake to the Toronto native.
    McCullough was not impressed.

MCCULLOUGH:  Get that hand away from me you sadistic, ultra-nationalist bastard!

    That got the crowd cheering.  McCullough wasn't playing around.

MCCULLOUGH:  You're applauding what I've done?  You're happy?  What kind of a man are you?  No, wait, don't answer that.  I know what kind of a man you are.  You are the lowest form of human life on the planet.  And if you think you're going to get away with what you did last night, you are sadly mistaken.

    Hillsman got serious all of a sudden.  He didn't enjoy being talked down to by a Canadian.

HILLSMAN:  Jack, maybe you need to be refreshed.  After that match, at no point in time did I touch Zangief.  He assaulted me and I didn't fight back.  So I didn't break your precious little rule.

MCCULLOUGH:  No.  No you didn't.  But you broke just about every rule of basic human decency possible, and just because you didn't touch Zangief doesn't mean you're above punishing.  As of right now, you are suspended for thirty days!

    That got a good reaction out of the crowd.  Hillsman didn't look too concerned.

HILLSMAN:  A thirty day vacation?  Thank you, Jack.  I was hoping for some time to celebrate my victory.

MCCULLOUGH:  Let me finish, Chad.   Now, it hardly seems fair that a man like you should be able to take a month off while Zangief has had his livelihood taken from him.  In fact, I think that Zangief could use a little bit of cash to get himself back on his feet and start off his new life.  So, for the next thirty days, your salary is going directly to Zangief!

    WHOA!!!  Chad Hillsman is going to be paying Zangief his salary!  Good move, McCullough.  No fine could be better.
    Hillsman wasn't happy!

HILLSMAN:  So what are you saying, Jack?  That you're going to reward that Red bastard for attacking me by paying him my money?  You think that's fair?  I didn't do anything wrong!  I didn't touch a single soul!  This is typical Canuck BS from you, Jack, and I am not going to stand for it!  Don't think for a single, solitary second that I am going to let you do this!  This is absolute crap!

MCCULLOUGH:  Finished?

HILLSMAN:  I haven't even begun.

MCCULLOUGH:  Well you're not going to say another single word.  Not to me, not on that mic, not on any SMWA mic.  As the final part of your punishment, as far as anything that has to do with the SMWA, I am CENSORING you effective IMMEDIATELY!

    The crowd exploded into cheers!  Chad Hillsman!  Censored!  About time!

HILLSMAN:  WHAT!!! YOU CAN'T...

    At that point, the ring mic went dead.  Hillsman kept yelling into it but couldn't be heard.  Nothing was happening.  McCullough meant it.  Effective immediately!
    Hillsman threw the mic down with disgust.  McCullough picked it up.  It worked for him.

MCCULLOUGH:  I've already informed the crew.  Before you jump on me Chad, I'm a big believer in freedom of speech.  But when that speech is used to harm others, it's got to stop.  What you did last night and what you've been doing for your whole career has been nothing but a hate campaign.  So, when you get back in one month, that campaign is going to end.  And I just don't mean you talking.  You wear an offensive T-Shirt, it's coming off.  You write an offensive letter for somebody else to read, you're gone.  You do anything to promote this hate campaign of yours one more step, and you are out of here!

    Hillsman started yelling at McCullough.  As soon as it started to get picked up by the mic, the mic blipped out.  McCullough turned it on for one more thing.

MCCULLOUGH:  Security.

    Several guards came to the ring to keep Hillsman away from McCullough.  The blue shirts got right in between the Commissioner and the All-American.

MCCULLOUGH:  Escort Mr. Hillsman out of the building.  But before you do, take him by his tag team partner and have him pass along a message.  Tonight, Gunloc is going to face Biff Slamkovich in this very ring!!!

    BIFF VS GUNLOC!!!  WOW!!!  McCullough was covering every possible base!
    Hillsman was taken away from the ring and we could hear him yelling "It's not over!"
    Well, Chad, it's over for thirty days for sure.  And for that thirty days, your money is going to Zangief.  And after that, you have to wrestle with your mouth shut.  Take that!
    A controversial move by McCullough, but a good one.  There is no need to give people like Chad Hillsman and platform.  Way to rip it out from underneath him.

    We went backstage to the StB dressing room.  The door was closed, but we could hear cheering behind the door.  StB was happy about something.

    We took another commercial break.  On our return, a brilliant flash of light appeared at the entranceway.  From it stepped Oni!  At New Year's Smash, he had defeated Teioh one on one, but it doesn't look like it's going to be one on one anymore.  A group of samurai, possibly the Baki Mono that Zists had referred to, appeared after the match was over.  And more than that, Teioh was unmasked and was revealed to be some sort of near perfect copy of Oni.
    Oni wasn't scheduled for a match.  With any luck, he was here to tell us just what was happening.  Hopefully, he was here to clear things up.
    Oni didn't carry a mic.  When he spoke, we were able to hear him.

ONI:  After Friday, I feel there are some things I should explain.  I do not know how much time I have, so I'll try to explain quickly.

    Why wouldn't Oni have much time?  He did seem rushed, though.

ONI:  Though they may claim to be Gods, those you saw last night were not.  They are members of the Baki Mono.  Men possessed by the spirits.  They are mortals, but the powers they have are not.  They have taken the names of Kami, spirits of Japan.  The woman calls herself Iznami.  She is claiming to be the Goddess of the Underworld.  The other three were Zuzanow, the Storm, Raijin, the Thunder,  and Fujin, the Wind.  They are Teioh's partners in darkness, those who represent the tempest.  The large one was Amatsu.  He brings evil.

    "He brings evil."  Nice line.

ONI:  The SMWA is but a ground for them.  Their battle is elsewhere.  They search for an entry to a zone where no mortal can tread.  A man who defends the border will arrive here shortly.  He is their target.  When I disappeared last year, I was being chosen.   I am the first wave, here to fend off those who wish to invade the sanctity of the realm.  I must defend against Zists and Iznami until that man arrives.

    The arena suddenly went dark.  There was a flash of light in the ring as Oni took out his Kongo staff.  Lightning hit the ramp.  The Baki Mono had arrived.  Iznami and Zists had their troops at the ready.  Teioh and the new warriors were there, Naga Yajito back at Teioh's side.  Iznami spoke.

IZNAMI:  Do not fill their minds with ill thoughts, Oni.  You are nothing but a little demon who has stolen a power that you can't even begin to comprehend.

ONI:  It was given to me.

IZNAMI:  You do not deserve it.  Do you believe that, simply through possession, you are deserving of the power?  When you were taken, you were nothing but a minor nuisance.  Now you are minor nuisance with a very powerful weapon.  You will not last until he comes.  Through Teioh, we know more about you than you could ever dream.  You stand no chance.

ONI:  You're wrong.  Send one of your false Gods after me, "Iznami".  Have one engage me in fair combat.  I'll show you how wrong you are.

    Iznami conferred with Zists who turned to the Baki Mono.  He yelled out a name.  "FUJIN"  Fujin stepped forward and bowed to Zists.  He turned towards the ring and, suddenly, a high wind picked up in the arena.
    We were about to see Oni match up against one of these new Baki Mono.  The others stood and waited on the ramp.  What kind of chance would Oni have?

    Fujin was met by Oni as soon as he came into the ring.  The two exchanged martial arts moves for about a minute and it looked like Oni had the advantage.  He hit Fujin in the stomach with a front thrust kick, doubling him over and hitting a power bomb.  Oni went for a senton, but Fujin moved out of the way.  As soon as Oni got back to his feet, Fujin hit a jumping side kick.  Fujin followed up with several quick kicks to the stomach before lifting Oni's head up and taking him down with a Frankensteiner.  When Oni got up again, Fujin hit him with a roundhouse kick to the head, knocking him to the mat.  It then became quite obvious why Fujin is representing the Wind.  He nearly flew up to the top rope and nailed Oni with a Tumbleweed.  Not even going for the cover, which would have been pointless, as we didn't even have a referee in the ring yet, Fujin went back up to the top and came off with a 450 splash!  Oni was suffering.  Fujin then perched Oni on the top ropes and went behind him.  He hit a reverse hurricanrana that spiked Oni into the mat.  Gran Hikari was in a lot of trouble.
    Fujin kept up the assault with several kicks and chops.  He nearly folded Oni in half again with a running Yakuza kick and he quickly locked on a Dragon Sleeper.  While Oni was down, we had to go to commercial.

    On our return, a referee had made it in to the ring and was now officiating.  Whether he had to or not didn't really seem to be an issue.  Oni had managed to break free of the Dragon sleeper but, moments later, he was locked right back in.  It looked like Oni was going to go down, but somehow, he managed to fight his way out of the hold.  He got to the ropes and then flipped over Fujin.  When Fujin turned around, he was met with a roundhouse kick to the face.
    Oni kept up the assault, knowing that Fujin would take over the minute he let up.  Oni floored Fujin with a Russian legsweep and then followed up with several kicks to the head while Fujin was on the ground.  Oni pointed at the Baki Mono on at the entrance and signalled Neck Wrecker.
    Zists, getting concerned, dispatched Naga Yajito to the ring to run interference.  Naga jumped up onto the apron, holding a quarter staff, but Oni knocked him down with cyclone kick.  Unfortunately, that was the break Fujin needed.  Oni turned around and was met with a facebuster.  With Oni down on the mat, Fujin scaled the turnbuckles.  Oni got up and was floored by a move that could best be described as a spear tackle from the top rope.  Fujin made the cover.
    1...
        2...
            NO!!! KICKOUT!  Oni escapes the hold!
    Fujin picked Oni up and took him to the ropes.  Naga was back up and had his staff ready.  He picked it up and smashed it down... on Fujin's head.  Naga looked horrified at what he had done.  Oni hit him with a chop to the throat.  The move stunned Fujin, but he was soon advancing once more.  Oni stuck his hand out and Fujin was suddenly consumed in a flash of light!  When the "smoke" cleared, Fujin was on the mat in obvious pain.  Oni jumped on him and made the pin.
    1...
        2...
            3!!!

Oni pinned Fujin with his special move in 0:11:40.
Rating: *** 1/2

    Oni had won the match, but it didn't look like he'd have time to enjoy it.  The arena went dark and the Baki Mono charged down to the ring.  Oni, knowing this was a fight he could not win, grabbed the Kongo staff and let loose a brilliant flash.  When the light cleared, Oni was gone.
    Teioh looked at Naga Yajito.  Then he looked at Zists and Iznami.  They both gave Teioh a bow.  The Baki Mono grabbed Naga and started to assault him.  The youngster stood no chance, as it looked like his blunder in the ring had ended his usefulness.  Amatsu cleared the others away and grabbed Naga by the head.  He placed him on the top rope and then hit him with a Leaping DDT!!!  Naga was down and out in the ring, and nobody was going to help him.  Baki Mono left Naga behind, a broken man.
    Oni had survived the first battle.  He had made it past Fujin.  But it was too close for comfort.  What would happen when he was forced to face off against the other Baki Mono?  What would happen if they caught him?
    And who is this "defender" that Oni referred to?  When will he make his presence felt?
    As per usual, the more questions we answer, the more are revealed.

    We went to a commercial and came back for the continuing War of the Super Powers.  A war that would continue without Zangief and, for the time being at least, Chad Hillsman.

    Biff and Gunloc got sucked into the whirlwind that was Zangief vs Hillsman when they started feuding and, as a result, their feud got somewhat pushed into the background.  Too bad, as these are two incredibly talented athletes and the break up of the Super Powers was a true tragedy.  Perhaps now, with Zangief gone from the SMWA and Hillsman suspended and censored, Biff and Gunloc can take centre stage.
    Gunloc came out first.  He looked to be a different man than he was when Hillsman was around.  The Gunloc we saw earlier in the evening was sombre and seemed almost disgusted.  This Gunloc was back to his old "Loose Cannon" ways.  He still wasn't too pleased with the fans and was still intent on kicking the hell out of Biff.  But not having Hillsman there seemed to free him up a little.
    Biff's ovation was huge.  He wasn't one hundred percent and was very obviously trying to hide a limp from Gunloc.  He was clutching his ribs.  Gunloc had a target to start working on.
    Biff got in the ring and was ready to go.  He looked across the ring and saw the man he teamed with for over five years.  Gunloc saw the same.  Neither man was looking for a reunion.
    The bell rang...

    The Super Powers locked up and, within seconds, Biff let emotion get the better of him.  He connected with several knees to the midsection and then clocked Gunloc with a few right hands.  Gunloc brawled right back and immediately exploited Biff's weak spot.  He started planting a few knees of his own into Biff's ribs.  Slamkovich crumbled to the mat.   Gunloc picked him up and then dropped him again with a spinebuster.
    Gunloc is good at exploiting a weakness.  He once injured Doomsday!  That's how effective he is.  Biff wasn't going to last long if he couldn't fight back.  Gunloc tossed Biff to the ropes and hit a tilt-a-whirl suplex.  Biff writhed in pain on the mat as Gunloc began to work over the ribs with a few kicks and rabbit punches.  He lifted Biff up and then ran off the ropes.  Biff somehow managed to counter with a Frankensteiner.  But the move took more out of him than it did Gunloc.  Gunloc got up first and continued his assault.  He picked Biff up and felled him with an atomic drop.
    Biff was able to fight back on several occasions, but only in spurts.  His ribs were still hurting from the Gulag match, and Gunloc took full advantage of that fact.  A simple bodyslam or abdominal stretch would put Biff down in immeasurable pain.  Gunloc had Biff on the ropes and was pounding him with the Super Power trademark Sonic Fists.  Biff needed a breather and managed to dump Gunloc over the top ropes.
    Biff could have rested.  He could have waited for Gunloc.  Instead, he jumped over the ropes and felled Gunloc with a plancha.  Again, though, the move did more damage to Biff than it did Gunloc and, within moments, GL had the advantage again.  Gunloc took it back inside and signalled for the Gut Crush.
    Biff began to plant a few knees into Gunloc's back.  With all the effort he could muster, Biff used a bulldog to stun Gunloc.  When both men got back up, Biff picked Gunloc up and dropped him with a Tombstone.
    Gunloc was out.  Biff was down.  Lifting Gunloc up had caused far too much strain on his ribs.  Biff made the cover about ten seconds too late and only got a two count.
    Gunloc made it up to his feet before Biff could.  Biff was turned the other way.  In a vicious move, Gunloc clipped Biff's knee out from underneath him.  Biff fell hard to the mat and now had another injury to deal with.  Gunloc began attacking the knee, landing a shot or two into the ribs now and again for good measure.
    Biff tried to fight back, but he was standing on one good leg and could barely breathe.  It wasn't looking good for him.  Finally, Gunloc looked to end it.  He locked Biff in a figure-four leglock.  Biff tried as hard as he could, but he couldn't get up.  But he also couldn't give up.  He wouldn't give up.  But he couldn't hang on.
    Within a minute, Biff Slamkovich had passed out.  The ref counted three.

Gunloc made Biff Slamkovich submit to a figure-four leglock in 0:11:19.
Rating: ****

    Unbelievable.  Gunloc got up after the pinfall was made.  He looked down at his former partner and, for a minute, we thought he would continue the attack.  Instead, he turned and left the ring.  He had done what he needed to.  He had beaten Biff Slamkovich cleanly and injured him in the process.
    The question still remains.  Is this the last we've heard of this?  Or does Biff still have unresolved issues?
    The REAL war of the Super Powers continues.
    Commercial.
    Main event time...

RA:  Ladies and Gentlemen, the following Wild Card Challenge match is scheduled for one fall and is for the SMWA North American Championship!

RA:  First, the challenger...  Being led to the ring by Saul Masters and representing Major Force... From the Grate State of Kentucky... Weighing in at three hundred and sixty pounds...  ALEXANDER "THE GRATER"!!!

    The hatred towards Major Force seems to jump by leaps and bounds every time they show up to an arena.  Alexander "The Grater" had Terry Sky positioned into a perfect trap.  Days after he had been laid out by Simply the Best and the day of a Major Force attack, Terry Sky was being forced to defend the Title.  And it does seem awfully coincidental that Major Force showed up dressed to the nines while Terry Sky had his bank account cleared out.
    Masters and his men are despicable.

RA:  His opponent... From Atlanta, Georgia... Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds...  The Twenty Four Mill....

    Grater snatched the mic away from our ring announcer.

GRATER:  Naw, naw, naw.  He aint got more than twenty four cents if he's lucky.  Come get your damn ass kicked, Sky!

    Out came Terry Sky.  He was in bad, bad shape.  The beating on Friday, the beating tonight, his cleared out bank accounts.  The only thing Terry Sky had going for him was the North American Title.  And he might not even have that for long.
    The crowd seemed to be cheering the injured Sky, perhaps wanting him to make Major Force pay for what they've been doing.  Then again, the only wrestler that wouldn't get cheered against Major Force would probably be Chad Hillsman, and he's gone for a month.
    Terry Sky got into the ring and immediately charged at Grater.
    The bell rang...

    Sky hit Grater with every punch he could muster, but none of them had enough behind them to do any sort of serious damage to Grater, who just stood there and took them.  He merely shoved Sky to the ground.
    Sky got back up and rocked Grater with a superkick.  Grater felt that.  Sky went for another one, but Grater caught his foot.  He shoved Sky to the ground and dropped a big elbow on Sky's sternum.  Grater picked Sky up and dropped him with a power bomb.  He then went up top and nailed Sky with a moonsault.  Grater went for the cover.
    1...
        2...
            NO!!! Kickout!  It was almost over that early.  Sky almost lost his Title.
    Grater didn't let up.  Knowing Sky had some fight in him, Grater decided he'd do his best to beat it out.  He pounded Sky with avalanches, elbowdrops, a stomachbreaker, a backbreaker.  For about five minutes, Sky was pounded and offered no retaliation.  Grater looked ready to win his second North American Title.  He readied Sky for another power bomb.
    From nowhere, Sky managed to pull a flip in the air and drive Grater's face into the mat with a beautiful facebuster.  Grater got back up but was immediately floored again with a legsweep faceslam.  Sky was pissed.  He used all of his strength and picked Grater up for a bodyslam.  Grater hit the mat and Sky went up top.  He delivered a beautiful frog splash and went for the pin.  He barely got a two count.
    Sky picked Grater up and went for a suplex.  Grater casually countered with one of his own.  He then put Sky up top and went for the Death from Above choke slam.  He hit and went for the cover.
    1...
        2...
            NO!!! SKY IS STILL THERE!!!  This title means that much to him!
    Grater took Sky and pitched him outside.  Grater then went to the middle rope and delivered his fabulous Asai moonsault.  Sky couldn't take much more.  Grater rolled him back inside and lifted him high overhead in a Gorilla Press.  Sky hit the mat with a definite thud.  Grater then climbed the ropes and hit a flying elbowdrop from the second buckle.  He went for the pin again.
    1...
        2...
            NO!!!  SKY KICKS OUT!!!
    Grater was looking a bit confused at this point.  He picked Sky up once more.  Sky punched him in the stomach.  Then again.  And again.
    Grater was smiling.  Sky was fighting for his life and Alexander "The Grater" was smiling.  He nailed Sky with an inverted power bomb that pretty much sealed the deal.  Grater picked Sky up once more and nailed him with the Doomsday Tornado.  He went for what would hopefully be the final pin.
    1...
        2...
            3!!!

Alexander "The Grater" pinned Terry Sky with the Doomsday Tornado in 0:14:45.
Rating: **
(Alexander "The Grater" won the SMWA North American Title.)

    That was nothing more than a slaughter.   Saul Master and Grater didn't care much, though.  Masters grabbed the North American Title and gave it to Grater.  Grater held it high overhead and then left the ring with Masters.  Masters had taken a microphone with him.  He and Grater parked themselves at the entrance.

MASTERS:  Come on, Sky.  Get up.  You don't want this anymore?  You don't want your Title?  Come on, Sky!  Get up!

    Terry Sky was slowly getting up in the ring.  This guy was robbed of his money and his Title in a mere matter of days.  And now he was being taunted by Saul Masters.

MASTERS:  You want this belt, Sky?   Come get it.

    Terry Sky got out of the ring and hobbled towards Grater and Masters.  If it was the last thing he did, he was going to try to kick their asses.
    Grater and Masters began to backpedal as Sky approached, holding the North American Title out as if it were bait.  Sky kept on coming.  Masters and Grater disappeared into the back.  Sky kept moving.
    As Sky was coming through the curtains, he was blasted by a chair shot!  Grater and Masters had laid a trap....
    NO!!! From the back poured Simply the Best!!! StB was doing a number on Terry Sky!!!  Terry Sky had been beaten within an inch of his life, and now Rick Clark, Cody Simmons, and Ron Grayson were all beating whatever life was left out of him.
    A camera made it to the entrance and pulled back the curtain.  There were Saul Masters and Jerry Kent shaking hands.  Kent was still holding that bag.  We had a pretty good guess about what was in that bag.
    Saul Masters had bought Simply the Best!