OBLIVION

OBLIVION 03.17.02

Before we fade in, we see a black screen with white text letters quoting, Among our crimes, Oblivion may be set, from Dryden. It slowly fades away and we fade into the closed locked-door of Eric Wolfson, the former SHOOT Project owner/president. The sound of an old grandfather s ticking clock can be, heard in the distance.

In Dedication of Eric Wolfson: November 01 March 02: You will be, remembered.

After a few seconds, the text disappears and we go LIVE from Chiquibul, Guatemala. The audience is in peaceful calm. And for this reason, we know why: The bell tones once then again, it tones twice. It continues to tone eight more times before letting go. We immediately start with our first match for the evening; Renegade v. the Crock.

Renegade v. The Crock

{ Do you smell what the Crock is cooking? is, heard as he makes slowly makes his way down the ring and then slides in.}

John: What a rip off; I hope he gives us an explanation sometime of why he copies The Rock so much!

{ War Is Coming by Six Feet Under blares over the speaker system as the one and only Renegade makes his way to the ring.}

*Ding, Ding, Ding*

James: Oh my, It is like a bomb hit in the ring. They are both trading punches as rapidly as it is physically possible! Renegade finally stops the trading of punches by kneeing Crock right in the face. Crock then hops right back up from the mats only to receive a Russian leg sweep

John: Renegade is not letting Crock up!

James: Did you expect him to? You retard this is wrestling! Renegade then throws Crock into the corner and begins a vicious flow of kicks to the head, and chest of The Crock. The Crock catches one though and twists Renegade right around. Then he slides his head under Renegade s legs and picks him up right on his shoulders. Crock drops Renegade to the mat with an Electric Chair Drop!

John: Oh, that had to hurt!

James: Hell yeah, The Crock goes for a quick cover but Renegade gets the shoulder up after a fast two count. The Crock picks Renegade up and whips him into the ropes. Crock setup for a back body drop but Renegade stopped short and took advantage of the bent down Crock. He picked Crock up and this time Crock was the one hitting the mats a Jackknife Power bomb.

John: Looks like they are even from that Electric Chair Drop now!

James: No way, Renegade is not done until he wins and usually he still is not done with them after that! Renegade makes a cover but Crock breaks out after a two count. Then Renegade picks Crock up only to receive a low blow while the referee was not looking. Crock threw Renegade into the corner.

John: Crock landed a few chops to the chest of Renegade. Then Renegade reversed it and tossed Crock into the corner.

James: You know what he is going to go for now! A few chops from Renegade to Crock and now he is setting him up on the turnbuckle , the 1945!

John: And the pin-

One,

Two,

Kick out

John: How did Crock kick out?

James: I do not know!

John: Renegade cannot believe it either. Renegade picked Crock up but Crock flung his arms forward, making Renegade let go of him. Crock then threw three solid punches to the jaw of Renegade. He went for a solid forth one but the punch was blocked by Renegade s forearm.

James: Renegade is throwing the punches now. Crock blocked one and hurriedly dropped Renegade to the ground with a spine buster. Crock locked in a CROCK BITE!

John: Renegade is going to have to tap out he is struggling to get to the ropes though.

John: Crock pulled Renegade back to the middle of the ring , still locking in the hold. Renegade is tapping! Crock finally got his first win here in the Shoot Project!

Backstage Exclusive #1

{THE SCENE CHANGES FROM INSIDE THE "ARENA" TO OUTSIDE IN A LARGE LOT WHERE THE ENTIRE SHOOT PROJECTS WRESTLERS AND EMPLOYEES TRAILERS ARE. TWO MEN ARE, SEEN WALKING DOWN THE LOT. THERE IS A BIG GUY, IN HIS MID-30, ABOUT 6 FEET 4 INCHES, 250 POUNDS, WEARING AN EXPENSIVE GREEN ITALIAN SUIT AND ITALIAN DRESS SHOES. THERE IS A SMALLER GUY, AROUND 45 YEARS OLD, ABOUT 5 FEET 9 INCHES, 240 POUNDS. HE IS ALSO WEARING AN EXPENSIVE ITALIAN SUIT IT IS BLACK. HE ALSO HAS ON ITALIAN DRESS SHOES. THEY STOP WALKING IN FRONT OF A TRAILER.}

Short guy (in heavy Italian accent): Maybe this is the one.

Tall guy (in a light Italian accent): I hope so.

{THEY GO UP THE THREE STEPS AND OPEN THE TRAILER DOOR. IT IS KILLACROWE'S TRAILER, WITH A SLEEPING AREA, SITTING AREA, TV, ALL THE REGULAR THINGS EXPECTED FROM AN AVERAGE TRAILER. KILLACROWE IS SITTING AT A TABLE LISTENING TO A PORTABLE CD PLAYER ON HEADPHONES. HE IS TAPPING HIS FINGERS ON THE TABLE TO THE MUSIC. HE HAS HIS WRESTLING ATTIRE ON. HE HAS HIS BACK TURNED TO THE ENTRANCE.}

Short Guy: Hey you,

{KILLACROWE CONTINUES TAPPING HIS FINGERS ON THE TABLE TO THE MUSIC.}

Short Guy (louder): HEY,

{CROWE IS STILL TAPPING HIS FINGERS. THE SHORT ITALIAN GUY IS NOW ANNOYED AND SNATCHES THE HEADPHONES RIGHT OFF OF CROWE'S HEAD AND THROWS THEM ON THE TABLE.}

Short Guy: Hey, I was talking to YOU.

KillaCrowe: Unless you are blind, it is obvious I was listening to some music on my headphones.

Short Guy (Question): Just shut up, all right, I got a question for you.

KillaCrowe: Okay, okay, I already got a fight tonight I don't need to have another one in here.

Short Guy: Listen, my colleague and I here are looking for someone very important to us. We have heard he calls himself (HE MAKES QUOTATION MARKS WITH HIS FINGER) "The Crock" now. We have also heard he is traveling with this place', The Shoot Project or whatever it is. You know where we can find him.

KillaCrowe: Why,

Short Guy: We have some... business to discuss with him. Privately, now just tell us where he is.

KillaCrowe: Go out of my trailer and all the way down to the left, his trailer is the last one down there.

Short Guy: Okay, if you are telling the truth you are safe, but that can't be, said for anyone else in this joint. Let's go Johny.

{THE TWO ITALIAN MEN EXIT THE TRAILER AND GO DOWN THE LOT TO THE LEFT.}

Crowe: I wonder what they'll do when they find out Crock's trailer isn't down to the left. I think I should tell Crock about these guys.

{KILLACROWE THEN EXITS HIS TRAILER AND BEGINS WALKING TO THE RIGHT. UP AHEAD A LITTLE WAYS THE CROCK CAN BE SEEN COMMING OUT OF THE WAREHOUSE'S BACK ENTRANCE SINCE HIS MATCH IS OVER. CROWE BEGINS RUNNING TOWARDS THE CROCK AS THE TWO ITALIAN MEN CAN BE, SEEN WAY IN THE DISTANCE GOING INTO A TRAILER. CROWE CATCHES UP TO THE CROCK.}

Crowe (breathing heavily): Hey Crock I need to tell you something.

Crock: Woah, calm it down, come into The Crock's trailer for a drink.

Crowe: I don't need a drink, I need to tell you something.

Crock: First come into my trailer and have a glass of water or something.

Crowe: Fine.

{THEY CONTINUE A COUPLE MORE PACES UNTIL THEY GET TO THE CROCKS TRAILER AND GO IN. IT IS THE BIGGEST AND MOST LUXURIOUS MOBILE TRAILER IN THE LOT. INSIDE THE TRAILER IT IS DECKED OUT WITH LEATHER EVERYWHERE, A HUGE TV, A LARGE FRIDGE FOR A TRAILER AND MORE. JOE SHMOE IS, SEEN SITTING ON LEATHER COUCH INSIDE AS THE CROCK A CABINET AND GRABS TWO LARGE GLASSES.}

Joe Schmoe: So Crock, how was your match?

Crock: Hold on, The Crock is getting KillaCrowe and himself a glass of water. So Crowe, what do you want to tell The Crock?

{THE CROCK OPENS THE FRIDGE AND GETS A BOTTLE OF WATER AND POORS CROWE A GLASS AS HE BEGINS TO SPEAK.}

Crowe: Well, do you happen to know any Italian guys?

{THE CROCK IS POURING HIS GLASS OF WATER AND AT THE INSTANT HE HEARD ITALIAN GUYS HE DROPPED THE GLASS AND IT SHATTERED. HE ALSO DROPPED THE WATER JUG AND WATER IS GUSHING ALL OVER THE FLOOR. THE CROCK IS WIDE-EYED IN DISBELIEF. THE CROCK APPEARS TO BE IN A SHOCKED STATE, STARING STRAIGHT AHEAD, AS HE SPEAKS. JOE SHMOE IS JUST STARING AT THE CROCK WITH HIS JAW-DROPPED IN SHOCK.}

Crock: W-w-why?

Crowe: Umm, two Italian guys came into my trailer, one tall big one, and one small kind of fat one. They said they were looking for someone calling themself The Crock. They said if I told them where you were I wouldn't be in trouble, but everyone else around here would be. I sent them on the complete opposite side of the lot.

Crock (with a paniced look on his face and panic in his voice): Oh no. OH NO! I can't believe this! What are we gonna do Joe, WHAT!

Joe Schmoe: How am I supposed to know?

Crock: What if they find me damn it!

Joe: I DON'T KNOW. Don't forget they are after me too!

Crowe: Umm, they only said The Crock's name.

Crock: I am the big fish they want; Joe is the topping on the sundae for them.

Crowe: Okay... So why are they after you guys?

Crock: That is not important right now, what is important right now is getting the hell out of Guatemala and as far away from them as possible. Joe, get in the driver's seat and let us get out of here. Crowe, thanks for the tip.

Crowe: I got a match coming up shortly anyway, I guess I will catch up with you guys later or maybe not.

{CROWE EXITS THE TRAILER AND SHUTS THE DOOR BEHIND HIM AND THE CAMERA FOLLOWS HIM OUT THE TRAILER. CROWE BEGINS WALKING BACK TO HIS TRAILER.}

Crowe: Those two guys must be nasty; it was just as I told the two of them the world is going to end in 2 minutes. Oh well.

{KILLACROWE GOES BACK INTO HIS TRAILER AS THE CAMERA DOES A 180 SPIN TO LOOK OUT TO THE MIDDLE OF THE LOT AND THE CROCK'S TRAILER IS SEEN GOING AS FAST AS THE BIG THING CAN GO DOWN THE LOT. THE CAMERA MAN IS RUNNING TO TRY TO GET DOWN FARTHER, AND A COUPLE YARDS IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA THE TWO ITALIAN GUYS COME OUT OF A TRAILER JUST AS THE CROCK'S MOBILE TRAILER DRIVES', BY.}

Tall Italian Guy: Wait, that looked like... IT WAS THEM!

Short Guy: Let us go!

{THEY BOTH RUN FULL SPEED TO THE ENTRANCE OF THE LOT WHERE THEY HAVE A BLACK, NEWER VERSION CORVETTE PARKED. THEY GET IN AND START IT UP AND SPEED AWAY. THE CROCK'S TRAILER CAN BE, SEEN ON THE ROAD IN THE DISTANCE.}

Backstage Exclusive #2

{Camera s fade into a yellow Lamborghini Diablo; we see Sebastian Crow step out from the drivers seat, grabbing his gym bag from the back. He presses the Lock button on his beeper and starts walking toward the factory. However, an interviewer for the SHOOT Project, Michael Westfall, quickly confronts him.}

Michael Westfall: Sebastian Crow, may we have a word with you?

Sebastian Crow: Not now, man', I am late and I have to find Tammy.

Michael Westfall: Sebastian, just a quick word; please.

Sebastian Crow: (Pause) Okay, you have one-minute speak up.

Michael Westfall: Sebastian, how does it feel, returning to the SHOOT Project and finally- gaining the chance to have revenge against the Trench-Coated Figure?

Sebastian Crow: Michael, it feels as if I am about to kick his ass March 31. That is how it feels. And when I am completely finished with him, I have something else in mind the World Heavyweight Title. I am not waiting an entire year to gain my shot. I have all ready earned my shot and I will- get it! On a second note, the Trench-Coated Figure; you have some nerve for what you did and oh yes, you will pay my friend; you will pay. (Worried look) God, now I have to find Tammy.

Michael Westfall: Sebastian', may I have another fast word?

Sebastian Crow: (Question) What,

Michael Westfall: Did you know Eric Wolfson left the SHOOT Project?

Sebastian Crow: Did I know? Gee, how funny of you to ask yes, I was hearing about this from the man himself. Yes, he left the SHOOT Project. I am not sure why, but I am sure his reason s are well enough to be taken wisely. I heard rumors floating around; there are some new people in charge.

Michael Westfall: Yes sir, but not tonight , they will be here, next week.

Sebastian Crow: So, are you saying this show tonight is without a board member?

Michael Westfall: Yes I am.

{Sebastian Crow smiles and laughs slightly.}

Sebastian Crow: I have to find Tammy.

{Sebastian Crow walks off as Michael shakes his head, leaving the site as well.}

Sirius v. Thunder v. Rancid (DOJO #1 Contender ship)

{ I Say the F-Word Too Much! by the SHOOT Project blares over the speakers.}

James: This might just be his last match here in the Shoot Project, rumor has it that he is going to be quitting.

John: Shut-up. If the man decides he will leave, he will , not because of rumors.

{ Crazy Train by Thunder is, heard as he struts on down to the ring before sliding in.}

John: This rookie almost had KillaCrowe and Sirius beat last Sunday.

James: He did have them beat. If it were not for Renegade, we would have new tag team champions.

{ N.I.B by Black Sabbath blares over the speakers as Rancid makes his way down to the ring.}

James: Well, this match should be interesting. Rancid and Thunder were a team last week versus Sirius. I think we are going to see some teamwork from these two men.

John: Are you that stupid? Rancid said he was not going to be helping Thunder, even if they were a team last week! Do you pay attention?

*Ding, Ding, Ding*

James: Can we focus on the match that is starting?

John: Fine, even though you only want to do it so you can change the subject.

James: Look, John, I guess I was right. Rancid and Thunder are landing left and rights on the body of Sirius. He cannot do anything except take them.

John: No, look who was wrong. As soon as they got him down Rancid swung Thunder into the ropes. Rancid attempted a back body drop but Thunder stopped short and kicked the bent over Rancid in the head.

James: Sirius then out of nowhere landed a clothesline on Thunder. Rancid made his way to his feet and began trading punches with Sirius. This time Sirius was the one to knock Rancid down. The hits to the ground were, followed up by a few hard kicks before locking in a chin-hold.

John: Thunder immediately broke up the hold.

James: Thunder threw a running clothesline at Rancid, who ducked and responded with a quick right hand. Sirius opted to take it easy in the corner, and let the other two have it out drawing boos from the crowd.

John: Rancid whipped Thunder into the ropes, Thunder reversed and sent Rancid into the ropes, which flied at Thunder with a dragonfly splash. Thunder, however, caught Rancid in mid-flight, flipped him over his head, and gorilla pressed him to the mat.

James: However, Sirius picked his spot and ran in from behind, taking Thunder to the mat with a running bulldog. Sirius lay in a few boots, then picked up Thunder and prepared for a Samoan drop. However, Rancid hit him with a standing dropkick, sending him down with Thunder on top.

John: The ref counted two before Rancid broke up the count. Thunder angrily got to his feet and went after Rancid, missing with a clothesline. Rancid came off the ropes with a thrust kick, but Thunder caught the leg, spun Rancid around, and hit an atomic drop.

James: Thunder picked up Rancid by the throat, lifted him high into the air, and smashed him to the mat with a choke slam. From behind, Sirius slowly approached Sirius with his arms raised in preparation for an attack, but Thunder sensed it, and turned around with a big boot to Sirius's chest, knocking him back into the ropes.

John: When Sirius came back, Thunder scooped him up and delivered a power slam. Thunder pumped his fist to get the crowd worked up, then turned back to Sirius. He picked him up by the hair, but Sirius responded with a quick elbow to the stomach to keel Thunder over, followed by a staggering uppercut.

James: Sirius got to his feet, delivered a scoop slam to Thunder, then ran off the ropes and came off with a huge leg drop. The referee counted to two, but a recovered Rancid again broke up the count, this time with a flying body press from the second rope. The impact of the move hit Thunder more than Sirius, who got to his feet and grabbed Rancid, who also still felt the effects of the splash.

John: Sirius whipped Rancid into the ropes, and then sent him over with a big backdrop right across the chest of Thunder. Sirius got down on one knee and flexed for the crowd, drawing a loud chorus of boos.

James: Sirius turned back to his opponents, only to be, met with a double uppercut from their knees. The two men got to their feet, then combined their efforts to take Sirius up and over with a suplex!

John: The crowd cheered as all three men collapsed to the canvas, and the ref began his ten counts.

One,

Two,

John: All three men employed the aid of the ropes to get to their feet, and Sirius was the first to make it.

James: He grabbed Thunder and whips him hard into the turnbuckles, then ran in with an avalanche, but Thunder escaped at the last moment, and Sirius caught nothing but turnbuckle. Thunder dropped to the canvas, and Rancid came running in and off Thunder's back with another flying splash, which connected with Sirius, sending him down into the turnbuckles.

John: Thunder grabbed Rancid as he comes out of the corner and dropped him to the mat with DDT. Still on the canvas, Sirius snuck behind Thunder and rolled him up with a handful of tights as the ref counts.

One

Two

Kick out

John: And Thunder, he got an arm up!

James: Sirius could not believe it, and briefly shouted at the official before wildly swinging at Thunder. Thunder blocked a punch, then a forearm, and then connected with a jaw-shattering Super Kick, sending Sirius over the top rope!

John: Rancid is back to his feet! He charges for Thunder and Thunder hits a hard-slamming power slam. He covers Rancid!

One

Two

Three

*Ding, Ding, Ding*

{ Crazy Town by Ozzy blares over the pa speakers as Thunder exits the ring.}

James: We have a #1 Contender to the SHOOT Project DOJO Title. Good luck, Thunder; see you next week.

Backstage Exclusive

What is in this letter that I hold in my hands? I do not know. It is neither my birthday nor any other holiday. It is from my hometown, Worcester. I do not know whether I should open it or not. No, I will not open it. "

{He then tosses it onto a table. As it hits the table, a part of the envelope opens up, revealing a part of what the letter says.}

"Urgent; nothing in my life would be ever so urgent. Well not urgent enough for me to read, that is."

{He starts to sweat. The sweat flowing down his pale face', thoughts running through his head as to what could, possibly be the content of that envelope. His eyes start to open even wider, the sweat running down his face more now, and faster. He then turns his head quickly towards the envelope, the sweat flying off his head. He walks over to where the envelope is lying on the table, and picks it up and tears it open. The letter reads on.}

Dear Mr. Malakian,

This letter was, sent to inform you that on last Thursday your Father, Michael Malakian passed away. Sources of his death are unknown. He was, found in a 67 Camaro. Hands still on the wheel; I am sorry for your lost.

Best of luck, Anonymous

{Rancid lets the letter escape his hands that were once, clenched together; his eyes begin to fill up.}

You left me father."

{He walks away, putting the letter into his pocket; still in shock.}

Master Molde v. KillaCrowe

John: Well, James, this next match should be a DOOZY so let us gets right to it. Our combatants are already in the ring, so as soon as the bell rings we will be underway.

*DING, DING*

James: Yeah, let us get it on! I have been waiting for a good fight, and I can tell by the look in Molde's eyes that he does not like Killacrowe! Finally, the two lock up, and Molde's massive frame grabs the edge over Killacrowe in the power department, and as the two stand, locked knuckle to knuckle in a test of strength, Killacrowe is, slowly forced to his knees. He screams in pain, and rips one of his hands free of Molde's grasp. His left hand now free, Killacrowe gives Molde about a half pound of Aunt Martha's famous Nut Butter, and Molde cries out in agony, and surprise. Molde releases Killacrowe, and drops to his knees, holding the gifts his daddy gave him in his hands, and gasping for air.

James: Now THAT IS going to piss the big man off,

John: Well, Killacrowes not that small himself, James. Molde is used to facing opponents he has a large size advantage over, but Killacrowe is very nearly his match in size.

James- Well, Johnny, thanks for pointing that out. The rest of us were just WAITING for you to bore us to death. Thanks for obliging.

John: Can we get back to the match, James?

James: Killacrowe gets to his feet, and goes over to Molde, who is still trying to catch his breath. Killacrowe lifts Molde to his feet, and goes to lift the man up over his head, but Molde recovers enough to hand out a knuckle sandwich to Killacrowe, just as 'Crowe is getting him into position. Blood erupts from a contusion on Crowe's lip, and he drops Molde to tend to this new injury. Killacrowe wipes the blood from his lip, looks at the now upright Molde, and smiles.

Killacrowe: I hope you brought more than that, Molde. You have not even begun to see what I have in store for you.

Molde: You do not even deserve to be in the ring with me! Why, if this were IWE, you would be setting the ring up before the show, not performing in it!

Killacrowe: Well, Mr. "living in the Past", this is not IWE, and I am not performing, what I AM doing, is kicking your ass!

{With that, Killacrowe, punches Molde in his mouth, and for his trouble, he gets blood on his fist.}

James: Is it me, or is that Molde bleeding like, every week?

John: Well, Master Molde faces the best competition Shoot has to offer, week in and week out, James.

James: Bah, He is just a bleeder, Johnny.

{A man in a suit makes his way to the ring, wearing sunglasses. he gets the ref's attention, and says something in his ear. The ref then heads out of the ring to the announce table, and whispers something in John's ear.the man then turns and leaves as quickly as he arrived.}

James- What, the hell was that all about? And why would he tell you? I mean, I AM the important one out here!

John: Well, James, it appears this match has just officially become a "Falls Count anywhere, No Holds Barred, Shoot rules match" which means the match is only over when one of the combatants is unconscious, and that it can happen anywhere in the building.

James: Okay, back in the ring, the referee is informing the wrestlers of the new stipulation, and both seem agreeable to it. The two lock up once again, but this time, 'Crowe gives Molde a quick forearm shiver, sending him to the floor over the top rope. Killacrowe quickly follows his foe, and the battle continues as the men begin to slug it out in the ringside area. Punding blow follows pounding blow, and the larger than average crowd is really getting into it.

John: Killacrowe hits Molde with two haymakers, a left, then a right that send the man over the guardrail, and into the seats. The crowd quickly gives way to these two behemoths, as they tear through the chairs placed in the warehouse for the event. Molde gets hold of a chair, and goes to nail Killacrowe with it, but 'Crowe blocks it, and kicks Molde in the gut. Molde doubles over, and Crowe grabs the chair from him.

*WHAM!*

John: Killacrowe brings the chair down on Molde's head and back with thunderous force, sending the 7-footer to the floor. That does not stop Killacrowe, however, as he continues to pound Molde viciously. Molde finally dodges a shot, and hurriedly crawls behind a small group of old women standing out in the aisle. Before Killacrowe can get to him, Molde has a hold of one of the old women s purses, and nails the onrushing Crowe, right in the head with it. The old women scream, but that does not stop Molde from opening a can of whoop ass on KillaCrowe.A few more swings of the purse, and Killacrowe is not putting up much of a fight.

James: Say, you remember that "King of The Hill" where Bobby learned self-defense?

John: And you wonder why we were, fired the first time. Call the damn match, idiot!

James: "I don't know yew! Gimme back mah purse! ...and then he would kick them in their balls...funny stuff, man.

John: Yikes, I thought I was the stupid one.

James: Molde has taken Killacrowe by the head at this point, and tossed him back over the railing, and begins stomping his head with his super extra large boot. After a few moments of this Molde lifts Killacrowe up and tosses him from the ringside area up the entrance ramp! The two battles back into the backstage area, beyond the view of the crowd, but the crack Shoot Project camera crew is all over the action, following the two towards a ladder attached to the wall. Killacrowe, attempting to get a break from the beating he is receiving, pushes Molde off him, and heads up.

John: I do not like the looks of that James; someone could get hurt up there.

James- Well, DUH!

John: Molde follows Crowe up the ladder, and the two resume their battle on a catwalk about twenty feet above the warehouse floor. Molde goes for a haymaker right, but Killacrowe ducks out of the way, and responds with an elbow smash that sends Molde reeling dangerously close to the railing. Molde barely keeps himself from falling over, by grasping the railing. Killacrowe rushed in, attempting a clothesline, but Molde slides to the side, and Killacrowe goes barreling over the rail. Molde turns around expecting to see the broken body of his foe far below. Instead, he sees Killacrowe hanging on to the catwalk by his fingers, and steadily trying to pull himself up. Molde tries to impede his progress, but Killacrowe grabs Molde's left ankle, and pulls it out from under him, causing Molde to fall back. Killacrowe gets back up on the catwalk, and lifts Molde up. He hoists Molde up into a suplex position, and holds him there shortly. Then, with suddenness, Killacrowe brings Molde down on his head, in a brain buster! Molde is barely moving now, and Killacrowe can smell victory. He can also hear the creaking of the metal beneath him. The move on Master Molde has weakened the section of catwalk they are, on. Suddenly, the catwalk moves. Just a little, but enough to make Killacrowe want off the damn thing; Killacrowe makes a move towards the ladder, but as he does, the moorings on that end of the catwalk give, and it bends down sharply, and quickly. Molde slides down very roughly, and hits the concrete with a thud. Killacrowe, having lost his footing falls right on top of Molde. Both men are down shortly, but Killacrowe gets up, and lifts Mold up as well.

James: Killacrowe tosses Molde down the ramp, and follows him down, grabbing a metal chair on his way. Killacrowe lays into Molde with the chair, and bloodies him even more. The referee admonishes Killacrowe not to try to kill the man but he cannot DQ KillaCrowe due to the rules of the match.Killacrowe finally tosses the chair aside, and lifts Molde up off the floor. Instead of tossing him in the ring however, Killacrowe tosses him back into the crowd. He continues the beating by slamming Molde off anything he finds handy; including an old man's wooden leg.Killacrowe then clears an area of chairs, and brings Molde to where he has one chair set up in a normal fashion. Killacrowe then steps up on the chair while still holding onto Master Molde. He pulls Molde up on the chair with him, and makes a sign to the crowd.

John: I do not like the looks of this James.

James: You do not like the look of bare breasts either, so I am not surprised. Killacrowe then lifts Molde into a pile driver, and then pauses for a moment letting the rush go to Molde's head. Then Killacrowe drops Molde on his head, on the chair, which finally gives way thanks to all the weight on it, and the force of Killacrowes move as well. He pile drived him on the chair! WOW! That was awesome, Johnny! Molde has to be out after that!

{The referee checks to see if Molde is okay and discovering he is unconscious, calls for the bell.}

John: Well, that is it, James. Killacrowe wins it, lemme know what you thought of the match...good wire to wire, in my opinion.

James- This match was a slugfest John, and I loved it!

Backstage Exclusive #1

{Sebastian Crow is, seen walking through the hallways, checking opened doors.}

Sebastian Crow: Tammy , Tammy, where are you, baby?

{Sebastian spots a SHOOT Project personnel member, who is winding up wire.}

Sebastian Crow: Hey man, have you seen Tammy Lee?

SHOOT Project Personnel Member: Tammy who?

Sebastian Crow: Tammy Lee', my girlfriend, you know. She is 5-foot something, brown-haired woman', an average girl.

SHOOT Project Personnel Member: No; sorry, I have not seen her.

Sebastian Crow: Okay, thanks man. (Continues his search) Tammy,

Backstage Exclusive #2

{Skull is in the back walking towards the ring for his match when he passes Master Molde.}

"Well if it isn't devil's disciple himself." states Molde to himself.

{This causes Skull to stop dead in his tracks. He turns around and stares at Master Molde.}

"What did you say boy?" responds Skull.

"I said well if isn t devil's disciple himself. Does that infuriate you?" Molde says

{Skull walks back towards Molde and the two giants stand toe to toe. Molde being 7'1" and Skull standing at 7 feet even, it would be hell breaking these two apart.}

Skull tells Molde, "You know you have been saying an awful lot of shit about me, and haven't backed any of it up yet. You re going to stop me on my way down to beat Josh's ass? Not a wise move boy."

"No my child, you kidnapping Tara, and then killing her was not a wise move. You will be judged, and I am your judge, jury and executioner," responds Molde while staring into Skull's eyes. Something not many men do.

"Why not back that shit up then Molde? How about you and me next Sunday? asks Skull while staring back into Molde's eyes.

"You want to face the chosen one? Fine by me." replies Molde.

{Molde turns around and starts walking away. Skull calls to him, "MOLDE! As Molde turns around, he is, met with a spear from Skull. The two giants fall to the floor, the wind knocked out of Molde. Skull gets up and stomps on Molde's ribs.}

"You're going to stop me on my way to the ring for your judgment bullshit? I don't think so boy. Where's your god now?" Skull says while kicking away at Molde's ribs.

{Skull picks up Master Molde by the neck, with his massive hand. Skull heaves the large man up and choke-slams him onto the concrete. It's not every day you see a seven foot one man being chokeslamed. Skull spits on Molde's face and then turns around to continue towards his match.}

The Real Deal and Sebastian Crow v. Skull and Ravage

(Tag Team Hardcore Competition)

{The former Iron Fist Champion, Sebastian Crow stands in the ring alongside the CURRENT Iron Fist Champion, Josh Johnson. Crow and Real Deal talk over some last minute strategy, and then finally turn their separate ways and begin mentally preparing themselves. Real Deal stands in the corner, relaxing against the turnbuckle as Crow tests the ropes by bending his back over them. But suddenly, Ravage and Skull run out from the back, and slide into the ring, and suddenly, this warm up session becomes an all out brawl.}

James: And here we go. Crow and Ravage pair off, as Skull heads right for Real Deal. The camera covers the Crow/Ravage tussle first. Crow catches a Ravage charge and grabs him by the neck, and throws him into the turnbuckle. Crow then begins to pound the chest of Ravage with quick jabs, rights and lefts alike.

John: Finally, Ravage, having enough, grabs Crow head and throws him into the corner, bouncing him almost over the top rope. Ravage begins to punch Crow in the face repeatedly, when THEN, CROW catches RAVAGE and throws HIM into the corner and proceeds to hop up onto Ravages lap, and then grab a hold of his neck, and finally, roll backwards throwing Ravage into a perfect monkey flip. Ravage lands hard on his back as he squirms holding his arm to his lower back.

James: This is so much action it is hard to keep up!

John: I hear that, James. Crow then rushes over to Skull and Real Deal fights to break up a Skull assault. Skull was about to execute a huge DDT, but Crow came along and rocked Skull's head with a clothesline, causing him to fall to the ground. Crow straddles over top of Skull and flexes his biceps, allowing the Real Deal the jeer the former champion violently. Crow, with a big smile on his face, finally makes his way over to his corner, and steps between the two top ropes, allowing Real Deal to start the match.

James: Ravage rolls under the ring ropes in his corner and finally, the match begins with the bell sounding.

John: All this action and the opening bell JUST rang!

James: *Heh* I know what you mean. This is crazy. Just after the bell sounds, Real Deal walks over to a now kneeling Skull and begins to kick him repeatedly in the abdomen area, causing the man to fall to his chest once again. Real Deal grabs a hold of Skull's knee and lifts it high into the air before bringing it crashing down onto the mat! Skull screams out in pain, yet manages to attempt to make it to the opposite side of the ring, in order to make a tag to his tag team partner, Ravage.

John: Now we will see how well these two can make it as a tag team, or if the plan will work out

James: Real Deal goes to stop, but Crow calls out "No!" which turns the attention of Real Deal towards him. Real Deal points to Ravage, who is still awaiting the tag from his fallen friend Skull, and Crow nods his head yes. Real Deal walks over to Crow and tags him in. Just as Crow changes his mind and is about to stop Skull from making the tag, Skull leaps with a last effort and connects with Ravages awaiting hand. The Real Deal goes wild as Ravage steps between the two ring ropes and runs at Crow, connecting with a huge diving shoulder block. Crow is, knocked backwards onto his ass where he rolls over onto the mat face down. He begins to get to his knees as Ravage follows him up.

John: Ravage grabs Crow head and yells aloud to the Real Deal as they respond by cheering him on quite loudly. Ravage grabs Crow arm and throws him against the ropes. Crow comes off, and Ravage falls to the mat, allowing Crow to jump over top of him. Ravage springs up and awaits Crow return, Ravage bounces off the ropes, and BOOM! SPEAR! Ravage knocks Crow into tomorrow, as Crow's head seems to get whiplash from the impact. Ravage senses victory and goes for the cover.

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James: NO , Real Deal interrupts the count with a boot to the back of the head. This draws Skull into the ring, which causes a complete debacle. Skull and Ravage double-team Real Deal; they leave Crow to cringe in pain on the opposite side of the ring. Skull and Ravage throw Real Deal against the ring ropes and catch him, throw him up in the air, and guide him all the way back down to the cold hard mat. Real Deal crumbles into pieces as the fans cheer like crazy.

John: Listen to these fans; they are going absolutely NUTS!

James: Skull and Ravage go to opposite neutral corners and throw their hands up to the Real Deal, who respond with a big gasp and scream as they see Crow get up behind Skull. Crow braces himself. And' when Skull descends from the turnbuckle... SUPERKICK; Skull is knocked out cold and lies right in front of the turnbuckle where he was standing triumphantly just one moment before! Ravage sees this action and rushes over to Crow who ducks and swiftly moves and stands poised...

John: Ravage turns around quickly, and is; nailed with a huge fall away slam! Real Deal who has not, been seen in the last couple of minutes is now making his way back to the ring!

James: HOLY SHIT; here comes Josh!

John: Skull is up, and waiting, Josh slides into the ring to be, met by a boot to the back of the head. Skull picks Johnson up, and sends him into the ropes. Johnson hits a massive clothesline that sends the already laboring big man down! Josh gets up, and waits for Skull to rise as well. He does, and Josh hits a massive super kick getting right up into Skull's face. The big man goes down!

James: This could be the ending!

{The lights flicker on and off. They dim slightly and the SHOOT Project screen comes on.}

James: Wait a minute; what, the hell is this?

{On the screen, the Trench-Coated Figure has a shirt gagged around Tammy s mouth. He brushes back her hair as he holds her.}

The Trench-Coated Figure: Sebastian Crow , I believe you have been looking for something , HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!

Sebastian Crow: (Furious) YOU SON OF A BITCH,

{The screen fades and the lights come on. This has now caught the distraction of Josh and Crow. Crow steps over the ring rope and exits up the ramp-way in pure steam; he is seeking vengeance from the Trench-Coated Figure.}

James: Jesus Christ , that is hideous! Sebastian Crow has left our ringside area and- WAIT A SECOND; SKULL ROLLS JOSH JOHNSON UP INSIDE CRADLE!

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*Ding, Ding, Ding*

{ Mastermind by MegaDeth blares over the pa speakers, as Skull releases Josh. Josh sits up and slams his fist against the mat. FUCK! he yells, furious at what just transpired. Skull and Ravage exit the ring, staring up at Josh with an evil stare.}

Backstage Exclusive

{KillaCrowe and Renegade are, seen sitting at a desk in a main hall behind the scenes of the ring. They have a big sign in the middle of the table that says The Elite is hiring.}

KillaCrowe: You think anyone is even going to sign up.

Renegade: Well, seeing as Sirius quit it is the only choice we have.

KillaCrowe: Okay, let us get all setup so if anyone comes by we can have him or her check us out.

{They continue setting up the desk and eventually just sit down to wait.}

KillaCrowe: Now, we just wait.

Renegade: And hope.

:-FIVE MINUTES PASS-:

KillaCrowe: I told you no one was going to come. You saw that look we got from Skull when he walked by.

Renegade: Someone will want to join- someone has to because if 'they' do they get to hold the tag titles with us.

KillCrowe: I guess we will just have to wait.

Erik Boyer v. Shaolin

James: Fans, our next match will be most memorials. Erik Boyer has declared this will be his last match in the SHOOT Project. After tonight, he will be no more.

John: Oh, that sucks. I never liked him anyways.

James: You know what; I never liked you anyways, so how about you shutting the fuck up?

John: I cannot. I have something called Talk-Disease.

James: The only thing talking is your ass. Now, let us go on with the match.

**Ding, Ding, Ding**

Ring Announcer Compare: Our next match is, scheduled for one-fall and stands in a 30-minute time limit. Introducing first-

{ I Say the F-Word Too Much! by the SHOOT Project blares over the pa speakers. Erik Boyer walks to the ring. Camera(s) catch sign s in the air some saying, We will miss you, Boyer next to it, reads, I swallow pig vomit while sniffing my nose in dog poop! }

Ring Announcer Compare: He weighs in at 245 pounds, standing at a height of 6'4"; he is the former SHOOT Project Heavyweight Champion Erik Boyer!

{Erik Boyer gains a decent reaction from the audience, by the call of his name. Seconds later, I Think I Am Turning Japanese by the SHOOT Project blares over the pa speakers. Shaolin walks to the ring.}

Ring Announcer Compare: And introducing his opponent; he weighs in at 265, standing at a height of 6'6"; he is as well a former SHOOT Project Heavyweight Champion Shaolin!

James: And the fight is on! Immediately, Erik Boyer charges at Shaolin with powerful instinct. He clotheslines him to the mat, followed by another', following it with a vertical suplex. Erik Boyer is back up; he bounces off the ropes, and lands an elbow to Shaolin s heart. Erik Boyer goes for an early cover One hell no; it is too early in the contest. John, now that we have no SHOOT Project champion', what do you think is in store for the gold?

John: Anonymous tip, James', our supposed-to-be- new executive board has something planned next week. I think we will hear from them then.

James: I am excited to see that. Rumors have been floating around lately that, the SHOOT Project is- under new management. My pondering guess is, who?

John: We will see next week. And there is another cover by Eric Boyer, he gets another one-count, and Shaolin kicks out. James, we must really pay attention to this match. Considering it are Erik s last match and all.

James: Oh, finally you want to pay attention. Okay, let us pay attention tonight, John. Erik brings Shaolin back to his feet; he runs him across the ring and slams his face into the turnbuckle. Shaolin s face bounces off, Erik Irish whip s Shaolin, but Shaolin stops himself in time. He comes back; he kicks Erik in the gut, and runs him across the ring, slamming his own face into the turnbuckle. Shaolin follows it up with a knee to the gut, followed by a hard chop, backing Boyer into the corner. Shaolin releases the grip, he trots to the other side, he charges for Boyer and hits a monkey flip. Boyer goes to sit up but Shaolin, jumps on the top-turnbuckle, and he hits a beautiful moonsault! Shaolin goes for the cover-

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James: Ah Shaolin was so close! Shaolin could have almost defeated our former SHOOT Project champion.

John: Yeah, like I care. As long as I am being, paid, I am happy.

James: You really are a sick little man; do you know that?

John: Little, I just had it trimmed, last Monday!

James: Okay, whatever; back to our match, Shaolin has Erik Boyer in the turnbuckle now. He is going for the punches.

Audience: One , Two , Three , Four , Five , Six , Seven , Eight , Nine-

-Pause-

Audience: TEN,

John: This does not show any affect to Erik Boyer, though. He is quickly ready to rebound and he does so, with a power bomb from the turnbuckle. Boyer stands back to his feet, he runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes, and comes with an amazing ass-flop (Whatever that is!). He lands deep into Shaolin s stomach and Shaolin feels the impact, choking the air out of his gut and lungs. Erik Boyer brings Shaolin to his feet; he lifts him up in the air, and slams him back down. Erik finally goes for the cover.

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John: Well I would be a dog s right nut! Shaolin does not want to give up in this contest. Therefore, I think it is time for Shaolin to try harder at putting Erik Boyer away. We all know he wants to.

James: John, you sound as if you are somebody teaching wrestling sex-ed! Quit it with the Want To talk. Anyways, back to our match', Erik Boyer now has Shaolin hooked in a sleeper hold. The referee is now only there to hear Shaolin say, I quit unless Shaolin passes out first, then that is a completely different story! The referee raises Shaolin s arm it falls. The referee raises Shaolin s arm again it falls. The referee announces the 2-fall. Now, we need one more before this match is declared. Can Erik Boyer put Shaolin away, in his final match with the SHOOT Project? The referee raises Shaolin s arm again yes! No, wait a second, Shaolin keeps his arm up; Shaolin fights his way back up, elbowing Erik in the gut, and he follows it up with a knee of his own and powerful mat-shaking DDT. Shaolin goes for a cover and-

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James: HOLY SHIT , THAT WAS SO CLOSE! There have been many narrow escapes in this contest. It is almost as if they are fighting for the World Heavyweight Gold itself.

John: Damn, Erik Boyer fucked that up!

James: Absolutely , Shaolin brings Erik Boyer back up now; but Erik fights out of it GORLILLA PRESS SLAM, TURNED INTO A NECK BREAKER! ERIK BOYER GOES FOR A COVER!

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James: And Erik Boyer has won this thing!

John: Good; now, get out of here Boyer. You are bothering me.

{ I Say the F-Word Too Much! by the SHOOT Project blares over the pa speakers. Erik Boyer rolls out the ring, takes a last look around, and leaves up the ramp.}

Backstage Exclusive

{KillaCrowe and Renegade are sitting at the desk still. Rancid then approached them.}

Rancid: What is this all about?

KillaCrowe: Well, since Sirius quit the Project, we are going to be holding tryouts sometime this week for our three-man tag team. This is the sign ups for the tryouts. You want in.

Rancid: Yeah, I guess so- give me the sheet to fill out.

{Rancid signs the sheet and walks away.}

Renegade: Let me see the sheet.

{Renegade looks of the sheet.}

Renegade: That son of a bitch, he signed it fuck you. He signed someone else up instead of signing himself up.

KillaCrowe: No you idiot, he is telling us to fuck ourselves. That son of a bitch is going to get it

Renegade: Do you know what? Fuck this; let us just be a two-man tag team unless we come across someone later. Until then we are on our own.

KillaCrowe: Good idea let us get out of here.

{KillaCrowe and Renegade leave the desk setup the way it is and after they leave, the camera operator fills out the slip. Scenes then switch to the next match.}

Chris Lee v. Temujin

(Ladder Match for the Rising Star Championship)

The silence is crippling, not a whisper can be, heard in the audience. The auras of fear melting throughout the crowd like a haunting ghost; the gentle taps of the announcers chairs creak, as the fog enters. A slow an ominous glow begins to emit from the center of the ring. Three chimes and a child s voice hums aloud across the arena:

Child: He has returned, to leave, and shall leave to return once more...

This echoes for a minute reaching each', and every heart. Suddenly the arena goes pitch black: The power and its entirety go blank, even the hum from the electricity can no longer, are accounted, for. Microphones are as useless as a bag of popcorn. All is in disarray when suddenly: A gentle gray beam shoots straight down into the center of the ring, their standing in its midst is TEMUJIN

Temujin: Angels and Demons, concepts of the supernatural. Demons prospects of fallen divinity entering into a world of eternal darkness. Angels, trumpets playing to the chord of Light. Many would say that this being before them, he who stands known only as the dark one...knows no light. That perhaps he himself is a prospect of dark immortality...heh heh'

The light flickers, and blanks white. Temujin merely stands head bowed his breaths heard with each word. The only question that remains now is; where is the microphone?

Temujin: Immortality is a topic still debased upon the reality of mortality. Upon the realization of death, in short: The realization of...

Me!

Temujin: Now you ask why is it that I leave? Why is it that death now takes a holiday? I answer this: I do no such thing; I have been, summoned to serve a higher purpose. There are matters needing my hand that hold a much greater weight than that of the Shoot Project. Does that mean the ghost shall vanish? Heh' in my final words, I say this:

Demons and Angels a prospect of Divinity sharing separate attributes but universal similarities. The beginning of both, within the light: One stayed one was, banished. Light and Dark...when entwined become a shadow, and the Shadow...can never be out walked!

Lee! Prepare yourself now; your fall comes!

TEMUJIN HAS SPOKEN

John: Well, okay then; let us get moving.

Ring Announcer Compare stands in the ring; so far, everybody has had an excellent time but it is closing to the end. By next week, it will be a new reign for the SHOOT Project. Announcement s have been, told that our new SHOOT Project power board will be revealed next week, along with a special surprise for the card. Speaking of announcements, let us go to Compare for our main event.

**Ding, Ding, Ding**

Ring Announcer Compare: Fans of the SHOOT Project, it is now time for our MAIN EVENT!

John: *Sarcastic* Yaw, it is time for your main event; yaw!

James: Shut up, John; you are starting to sound like Ravage.

John: James, you have been listening to too many Sebastian Crow promos. You have been a bad boy!

James: Back off, John; I am not your type!

Ring Announcer Compare: Standing in the ring at this time he is the current SHOOT Project Rising Star Champion TEMUJIN!

{ Fuel by Fire by Prodigy blares over the pa speakers as the fans erupts to Chris Lee s promo-video. Chris Lee walks down the ramp-way, smiling, and slides in the ring. Oddly, the ladder is not in front of the ring.}

Ring Announcer Compare: Introducing first he is the Rule of Surrender Champion CHRIS LEE!

James: Wait a second this match starts early. Chris Lee takes his pose on the turnbuckle, but Temujin pulls him off, and slams him to the mat. Temujin brings Chris Lee to his feet, they begin exchanging shots back, and fourth, neither man is going down. Chris Lee grabs a-hold of Temujin s head and sends his knee, diving in his chin. This finally sends Temujin off his feet. Chris Lee brings Temujin to his feet, he Irish whips him off the ropes, and sends him running. Temujin charges for Chris Lee but Chris Lee hits a dropkick, straight into Temujin s face.

John: Temjuin jumps back to his feet but immediately is, taken off by a clothesline. Chris Lee stands Temjuin to his feet and vertical suplexes him to the mat. Chris Lee exits the ring and starts walking up the ramp-way', what is the deal here?

James: This does not stop Temjuin much; he will not let Chris Lee get away that easy. He charges for Lee and hits him in the back of the head, knocking him down with a clothesline. Temjuin brings Lee back to his feet and power slams him on the steel stage, followed by a leg-drop to the throat.

John: Now, Temjuin heads toward the backstage area. I wonder why these two are eager to reach backstage. Chris Lee is on his feet and our camera(s) follow Temjuin through the backstage area. And here comes Chris Lee sending a shot to the back of Temjuin. He grabs a-hold of Temujin and slams him on a table. Chris Lee climbs over it and starts sending furious shots to Temjuin s face. Chris Lee stands Temjuin up, goes for a power-bomb, but waits a second; Temjuin blocks it, and back flips Chris Lee up and over, sending Chris Lee crashing through a table! God damn it, that table had glass plates on it too!

James: Ouch', what affect that fall had on Chris Lee. Temjuin brings Chris Lee to his feet and tosses him into the wall. He grabs him again, Chris Lee barely able to stand, and tosses him into the opposite wall. Chris Lee falls back into the glass and puddles of fluid.

John: I still cannot figure what these idiots want back there!

James: Perhaps, they would like a ladder.

John: Oh yeah', of course, Temjuin grabs a-hold of the ladder that stands now. He folds it up, holds it above his head, and charges for Chris Lee. But Chris Lee is back to his feet, he grabs a steel chair, and-

*SMACK*

John: TEMJUIN FELL OVER; THE STEEL CHAIR's VEOCITY HIT THE LADDER'S HARD STEEL; AND NOW, TEMJUIN IS DOWN!

James: Chris Lee still has the steel chair. He folds it sideways and starts pounding, grueling the shit out of Temjuin s face. He takes it above his head and slams it down, straight into Temjuin s jaw! Jesus Christ , this match is pure hardcore!

John: Ladder matches usually are, James.

James: Chris Lee grabs the ladder and tosses it to the side. He brings Temjuin to his feet and sends a hard shot to the face, followed by a head-butt. Temjuin goes down. Chris Lee grabs the ladder again and starts to walk off, Temjuin though; he grabs a-hold of Chris Lee s leg and trips him! Chris Lee s face rammed straight into the ladder!

John: Aw- did the pretty boy get hurt?

James: Shut up, John; Temjuin climbs over Lee and sends furious shots to Chris Lee s face. Both men s lips are bleeding! Temjuin grabs a-hold of Chris Lee and runs him back to the curtain, instead of going out the curtain; he tosses him into the wall! Both men are killing each other here.

John: Temjuin goes back for the steel ladder and carries it out. He brings it to the stage, but here comes Chris Lee, right back at Temjuin with full force; hitting a shot in the back. From the impact, Temjuin drops the ladder and Chris Lee grabs a-hold of Temjuin- oh no, do not tell me! CHRIS LEE; CHRIS LEE TOSSES TEMJUIN OFF THE STAGE; TEMJUIN LANDS ON THOSE ELECTRICAL BOXES AND-

*SPARK*

James: SON OF A BITCH , THERE IS NO WAY!

John: Oh my God', James, tonight's main event is anybodys ballgame.

James: Those electrical boxes are on fire, now! Temjuin is barely moving and Chris Lee, he brings the steel ladder to the ring. The fans are cheering loudly. Chris Lee could very well have this thing won! Chris Lee sets the ladder up. He starts to climb slowly.

John: James, we could have a new Rule of Surrender champion tonight!

James: Chris Lee is almost there- he reaches for the title-

*CRACK*

James: HOLY SHIT; WHAT, THE HELL; TEMUJIN IS BACK IN THE RING, HE THREW A STEEL CHAIR AND HIT A MID-AIR COLLUSION WITH CHRIS LEE! CHRIS LEE FALLS OFF THE LADDER HE LANDS HARD Jesus Christ, he has to have a concussion!

John: Oh my God, James; look at Temjuin s face. He is bleeding with blood. The same goes for Chris Lee, that impact shot knocked the wind out of Chris.

James: Temjuin starts to climb the ladder now. Chris Lee is NOT moving! We may need to stop this match; it is getting too out-of-control.

John: Shut up, James; this is pure entertainment; this is the sort of entertainment, SHOOT Project needs.

James: God , whatever you say John. Temujin is trying his hardest to reach the Rising Star Championship! Wait a second- Chris Lee is back up! He has the steel chair and-

*WHACK!*

James: CHRIS LEE JUST HIT THE STEEL CHAIR ACROSS THE LADDER! The ladder tumbles over and Temujin lands, throat first on the ring rope. He bounces backward. Chris Lee grabs a-hold of Temujin again; he tosses him out of the ring, and tends back to the ladder. Both men are bleeding!

John: WE WANT BLOOD! WE WANT BLOOD! WE WANT BLOOD!

Audience: WE WANT BLOOD! WE WANT BLOOD! WE WANT BLOOD!

John: Hey, it works!

James: Chris Lee climbs the ladder again. It is all over. I do not see Temujin standing back up!

John: Chris Lee reaches for it he almost has it almost there

James: Hold up a second! Temujin is wobbling back to his feet, but no luck, he falls back over.

John: -and CHRIS LEE HAS THE TITLE!

*Ding, Ding, Ding*

{ Fuel by Fire by Prodigy blares over the pa speakers as the fans erupts to Chris Lee s victory. Chris Lee tries to step back off the ladder but falls instead. His chin bounces off the mat as he lies in the ring, bleeding in a puddle.}

Ring Announcer Compare: Fans, introducing the winner and our NEW SHOOT PROJECT RISING STAR CHAMPION CHRIS LEE!

James: CHRIS LEE HAS WON THE RISING STAR TITLE! GOODNESS GRACIOUS, THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A FIGHT! FOLKS, MY NAME IS JAMES-

John: AND MY NAME IS JOHN!

James: Who asked you?

John: They did.

James: Whatever', folks, we will see you next week on OBLVION!

John: Hold up a second; something is happening backstage-

Backstage Exclusive

{Backstage footage is, shown in the parking lots. Sebastian Crow continues his search for Tammy, steamed and worried mixed into one that something happened to her.}

Sebastian Crow: (Question) Tammy; Tammy, are you here? Oh God-

{Sebastian Crow looks even more concerned now, as he spots something on the concrete floor. It is Tammy Lee, as he kneels beside her, holding her in his arms. She appears to be unconscious.}

Sebastian Crow: Tammy; Tammy, talk to me!

{The sound of a gun cocking back is, heard. Sebastian Crow stares up to see cops pulling their guns on him, from behind their cop cruisers.}

Police Officer #1: Hold it right there; step away from where you are-

Sebastian Crow: (Mumbles) I did not do it.

Police Officer #1: Step away from where you are and put your hands on your head!

{Sebastian Crow growls, resisting arrest; he stares down at Tammy then back at the police officers. Until suddenly, a heavily coated figure appears out of the shadows; light from the cruisers chases his face to reveal The Real Deal Josh Johnson, pulling a ball-bat from his back.}

Real Deal: My suggestion to you, officers, is that you leave Mr. Hunter be. You are out of your jurisdiction.

{The voice startles the police officers. The main police officer looks over at Josh Johnson and questions.}

Police Officer #1: Who, the hell are you?

Real Deal: My name is of no concern to you. However, this baseball bat is. Now, you and I know that you have no business here. 'So, unless you want something to happen to where you can't go home to your wife and kids, then I suggest you back the fuck up off of Jack Hunter. That is of course, unless you like eating through a tube in your stomach.

{The police officer looks around, with question in his eyes. He gulps, sighs, and decides to keep on.}

Police Officer #1: W-We have a warrant for his arrest. Do you recognize how many felonies he has committed? We had him once. Now, we catch him again- female abuse. It is unheard of.

Real Deal: The woman is unconscious. This is no fault of his. You should pay better attention. And as for his felonies, unless you're the FBI, you have no business here. Now, must I repeat myself?

Police Officer #1: Buddy, unless you have not noticed! We are the police! We can do what the fuck we want to do. And as of now, I have a feeling to kick your ass and show you a lesson , right boys?

{The officers agree in tone. Sebastian Crow glares up at Josh, sighs in pain from his loved one s beating.}

Sebastian Crow: Josh, this is not your fight-

Real Deal: Jack, shut the fuck up. Officer, unless you want to piss into a pan from a hospital bed, then you will understand that you are out of your jurisdiction. So no, you cannot do what the fuck you want to do. Myself however, I can kick your ass until you bleed from your toes.

{Josh steps into some light. Sebastian keeps an eyeing glare on him; he growls with a mumble.}

Sebastian Crow: (Concerned Question) Josh, why are you doing this?

Real Deal: Now, you know, full well that I cannot have you being, arrested like this. Your friend the trench coat person, I owe him a favor, and the way I see it, the best way to get to him, is through you; got me?

{Sebastian chuckles to himself and smiles at Josh, before speaking.}

Sebastian Crow: Yeah, I gotcha- (Glares down at Tammy, then back at Josh) So, what happens next- shadow-man?

Real Deal: Well, if these cops do not get the fuck out of here, then I am going to spill some blood- and I am going to give you the chance to get Tammy out of here. She looks like she could use some help.

{Sebastian nods, smiles, and agrees.}

Sebastian Crow: Thanks Josh, I owe you one. (Lifting up Tammy in his arms) Come on baby; let us get out of here.

Police Officer #1: (To Sebastian) Hey, where the fuck do you think you are going.

Police Officer #2: Yeah asshole, get back here,

{However, Sebastian tries ignoring their insults and moves toward his Lamborghini Diablo', caring for his true love, Tammy.}

Real Deal: I suggest that you all do not step a foot closer.

{The police officer s look around at each other', they gulp, eyes filled with fear. The main police officer opens up the driver s door.}

Police Officer #1: Come on fellows, we will trap him on the interstate.

Real Deal: Do it and I will find you. That is a promise.

Police Officer #1: Yeah right, come on fellows! Let us leave this retard for words.

{The police officers get in their cruisers and slowly start driving off, one after another. Sebastian Crow, on the other hand, has all ready vanished in the interstate. Josh stands behind, watching the cars leave with serious eyes.}

Real Deal: I never go back on a promise-

{The show slowly comes to a fade-out.}

2001. SHOOT-Project-Entertainment
A Daniel Jones/Jason Johnson Production
Sunday, March 17, 2002

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