[The camera opens in San Jose's Shark Tank Arena, where Monday Night Anarchy is taking place. Thousands of fans scream at the top of their lungs, and hold up signs for all the world to see. The camera stops at the announcer's table, where Tony Schiavone and Mark Madden are sitting for the show.]

Tony Schiavone: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to Monday Night Anarchy! What a show we have lined up for you tonight, as we’ll be opening tonight’s program with two new prospects in the Net World Order. We’ll be treated to a bout between Raven and Nightblade.

Mark Madden: I haven’t heard anything from these two blabbermouths recently, have you?

Tony Schiavone: No, Mark. I can’t say I have.

[Suddenly, the lights shut off as the fans grow curious as to what is happening. The arena is forced to stay in darkness for a few moments, until a light from the NWO-tron appears. The light displays an eye on the screen, as the fans scream in excitement, since they know what’s coming next.]

Tony Schiavone: Mark, that isn’t Raven or Nightblade’s entrance. It looks like we’re going to have an impromptu visit from our new boss!

Mark Madden: You better watch out with what you say, Tony. You know how much this guy likes to break necks. And having lost the United States Title on When Worlds Collide, he can’t be in a very good mood!

[As “Bad Blood” plays from the loudspeakers along the arena, Maxx Payne makes his entrance down the stage, followed by four large, white pyros. Maxx walks down the ramp without a flinch or an emotion, and finally enters the ring. Maxx demands a microphone from the ring attendant, and sits down in the corner of the ring. Putting the microphone to his mouth for everyone in the arena to hear, Maxx begins to speak.]

Maxx Payne: You know, there are so many parts to the Net World Order. Of course we notice the legends the quickest. We think of the Jeff Jarrett, the Sandman, the Shane Douglas parts of the business. We are able to recognize faces like Neil Stylez, The Baltimore Assassin, and even myself. We go to those who try to make it, and probably can with a little effort. But then we reach my most hated of kinds of wrestlers. Those are the ungrateful newcomers that think they can walk in and out of the Net World Order as if it has a revolving door.

Raven, Nightblade, I’m sure that you’re watching this somewhere at home, because it seems that you both have become too busy to fight. Of course, people like that simply have no place in the wrestling business. That’s why, Raven, Nightblade, effective immediately, you can both pack your bags and go home. You both are fired. I’m not the kind of CEO that we’ve had recently wrestlers can walk all over them. The fact of the matter is, that I own you. It’s as simple as that!”

[Maxx stops talking for a moment, waiting to see what the response of the crowd is. Surprisingly enough, Maxx generates some cheers from the crowd. Maxx still shows little emotion on his face, and continues talking.]

Maxx Payne: Now, another issue at hand is Gene Simmons holding the UNited States title. Simmons, you have no idea how sick it makes me to see you holding my title everywhere you go. That's why I've decided to book your first defense on Thursday Night Overdrive. I have a hand-picked opponent, and a hand-picked referee, just to make sure that everything goes the way I want it to. Of course, it would be unfair to leave you in the dark as to who you'll be fighting. So to be fair, I'll tell you now. Simmons, your challenger on Thursday Night will be none other than Ruthless!

Of course, we need some flavor to your first title defense. It does have to be special, after all. That's why I will be keeping the special guest referee a surprise for you. Oh, and Simmons, good luck on your defense. The way I see it, you are really going to need it.

There is one final matter that needs to be taken care of, though. As could be guessed, running a company is a tedious job. No matter who you are, it's always more convenient to have some help. Now I know that rumors have been flying as to who my choice for Vice-President is. That’s why I’ve come out here to kill some of the rumors.

I’m not going to wear this out long, people. I simply don’t have the time for that. So without any further ado, I introduce to you my new Vice-President!

[No sooner does Maxx Payne finish these words than does the Canadian National Anthem begin playing. Out of the stage comes the familiar face of one Bronson Brown. While some of the fans burst into cheers, there are still those who decide to throw sodas at the new Vice-President, as well as give him an ear-full of boos. Bronson ignores this kind of a reaction, though, and walks on into the ring by Maxx Payne’s side.

All of a sudden, the NWO-tron stops playing Bronson’s video, and footage of The Superstar in a wheelchair is shown. Maxx Payne suddenly becomes interested, and gets to his feet, dropping the microphone. Superstar is seen at the Net World Order’s backstage area, just loitering a bit. Suddenly, Michael Cole approaches him, in hopes of an interview. The Superstar just blows him off, and tells Cole to “piss off”. Maxx and Bronson find this funny, and begin to laugh a bit. They climb through the ropes, and head toward the back to look for The Superstar backstage.]

Tony Schiavone: Mark! That was The Superstar! We haven’t seen him since last month at Halloween in Hell, when Maxx Payne broke his neck! The Superstar might want to get out of the building fast before Maxx Payne and the new Vice-President, Bronson Brown get a hold of him!

Mark Madden: You don’t think that Maxx Payne would do anything to a cripple, do you?

Tony Schiavone: I don’t know, Mark. I just know that coming up next is The Rock versus Blade in a Street Fight for the Hardcore Title!

Mark Madden: And Tony, I can’t wait for that one!


[Suddenly, the crowd hears the familiar sound of the Rock's music blasting throughout the arena as the NWO-tron flickers on. The Rock is seen, title in hand, searching in the arena parking lot for Blade. From the parking lot, he can hear the fans chanting and yelling his name. He stops for a moment, breathing in the sights and smells of the crowd. The Rock then stops posing, and walks off of the screen.]

Howard Finkle: Ladies and gentlemen, this following match is for the Hardcore title, and is a Street Fight match! Hailing from Miami, Florida, the NWO Hardcore Champion, The Rock!

Tony Schiavone: Twenty-two thousand fans have just come to their feet for the arrival of The Rock! Have you ever heard such an ovation for a single man, Mark?

Mark Madden: Tony, everybody knows that The Rock is the most overrated man in the business today! Blade is finally going to show The Rock who the master of mind games truly is!

[Suddenly, a fight is heard just out of the camera’s range. The camera turns just in time to see Blade ambushing The Rock with a baseball bat. The Rock kneels from the pain, but tries to get to his feet. Blade is reluctant to let him up, and starts kicking Rocky in the ribs.]

Mark Madden: Ha! Blade just suckered The Rock in a trap. Like Blade said before this match, I have a feeling that we’ll be having a new Hardcore Champ tonight!

[Blade throws his bat away, and starts hitting the Rock with a steel chair. After hitting The Rock with the chair, and putting a dent in it, Blade throws it away. Blade picks up the Rock and hits a Russian Legsweep onto the concrete ground. The Rock slowly gets to his feet, apparently having underestimated Blade. Blade takes a breather, which proves to be a rookie mistake as The Rock bounces to his feet and hits Blade down with a stiff clothesline. The Rock picks up a trashcan and swings it to hit Blade right between the eyes.]

Tony Schiavone: My God, Mark! This match has only been going on five minutes, and both men already are drowning in a mess of their own blood!

Mark Madden: Blade had better pick up the pace quickly. Degeneration-X is counting on this Hardcore title win!

[Despite Madden’s pleas, The Rock stays in control as he pulls out a pair of brass knuckles on Blade. With one hearty swing, Blade goes down to the lump of brass. The Rock follows Blade to the ground, and begins pounding at the “Master of Mind Games’” skull. The Rock gets a deranged look in his eyes, and refuses to stop the beating. He lifts Blade to his feet, and picks him up onto his back. The Rock suddenly falls back, with a Samoan drop onto the concrete!)

Tony Schiavone: Oh, what a Samoan Drop by The Rock! Blade must be broken in half!

Mark Madden: Tony, this is getting serious! If Blade doesn’t get the Hardcore title away from The Rock, there’s no telling what Triple H might do.

[The Rock lifts Blade to him feet again. By now, both are a couple of bloody messes. The Rock finds his Hardcore title on the ground, and nails Blade with it.]

Tony Schiavone: I think The Rock has this one in the bag. He’s just adding insult to injury, now.

Mark Madden: Come on, Blade! Just think of what Triple H might do!

[Blade just lays on the ground, completely out of it. The Rock lays his Hardcore Title flat on the ground, and lifts Blade once more.]

Mark Madden: What now, Tony?

[The Rock hooks up with Blade, positioning for the Rock Bottom. He looks around for a bit until he lifts Blade up in the air, and crashes him straight down onto the Hardcore Title belt. The Rock covers Blade, as a referee crawls into position. Slapping his hand on the concrete floor, he counts: 1…2…3!]

Howard Finkle: Your winner, and still NWO Hardcore Champion, The Rock!


Tony Schiavone: It looks like The Rock just sent a loud and clear message in the NWO not to underestimate him. Blade seems to have learned that the hard way tonight.

Mark Madden: I just hope for Blade's sake that Triple H didn't happen to see this match!

[All of a sudden, "Stone Cold" Steve Austin comes from the shadows with a steel chair in hand. The Rock catches him, though, and cuts him off with a few right punches to the face. Austin fights back with a few punches of his own, as a backstage brawl ensues between the two men. The NWO-tron screen shuts off to see officials finally seperating these two men.]

Tony Schiavone: "Stone Cold" Steve Austin really wants to get his hands on The Rock! It seems that The Rock may meet his match once "Stone Cold" gets in the ring with him. Now Mark, we have another match involving a Degeneration-X member. Jack Jacobs and Syzurz have been at each others' throats for the past few days, insisting that past crimes will be paid for. Well, Syzurz took it to extremes earlier today and, well, let's just see the footage.


[ Backstage, the tag team of Syzurz and The Baltimore Assassin seem to be 'up to something'. They are both dressed for their matches, and seem to be carrying something. Syzurz and the Assassin walk down the hallway to a door marked, "Locker Rooms". They smirk at each other and head into it, they turn a few corners and stop at their final location, Jack Jacobs locker which he stupidly left wide opened. The camera angle changes to reveal that Syzurz is holding a large book of matches, and The Baltimore Assassin has lighter fluid. ]

Syzurz: - Let's the this party started. Assassin, the fluid, if you will.

The Baltimore Assassin: - Right!

[ The Baltimore Assassin begins to pour the lighter fluid ravenously over all of Jack Jacobs locker possessions. The two of them laugh, anxiously. Assassin steps back and gives the signal for Syzurz to go. Syzurz pulls out a match and lights it. ]

Syzurz: - That moron, Jack Jacobs will fear the day he screwed around in out business.

[ Syzurz then throws the match onto the locker and a large explosion is hear as a burst of flames fly our in every direction. Then The Baltimore Assassin hands Syzurz a can of spray paint. On the wall, towards the other side of the locker area, Syzurz shakes the can. ]

The Baltimore Assassin: - Now, let's make sure he will never forget who did this to him.

Syzurz: - Oh, Jacobs won't forget it. He'll be coming right here after the beating I lay on him tonight in the ring!

[ Syzurz gives the can of spray-paint one last shake and then begins to spell out the words "Rebellions of Institution" on the wall nearby the bon-fire left by TBA and Syzurz, The Rebellions of Institution. ]


Mark Madden: Tony, Syzurz will not get away with such a thing. I can assure you that Jacobs will teach that Mexican a thing or two, and finally get the respect he deserves!

Tony Schiavone: That is yet to be seen, Mark. Let's go to the ring to see the action.

Howard Finkle:This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a grudge match! Introducing first, from the country of Mexico, he is a former Television champion, Canadian Champion, European Champion, and current Tag Team Champion...he is "The Mexican Pride" Syzurz!

[Syzurz makes his entrance down to the ring as his theme blasts loudly over the PA system. The fans all give a mixed reaction of boos and cheers, as the Fink gets on the mike once again.]

Howard Finkle:And his opponent, he hails from the country of Canada, he is Jack Jacobs!

[Jack Jacobs makes his way down to the ring with a crazed look on his face. He points to Syzurz and then makes a mad dash towards the ring. The bell sounds and the match has started. Jack Jacobs wastes no time in spearing Syzurz to the ground. Jacobs continues the assault with thundering lefts and rights to Syzurz's head as the two are on the mat. Jacobs sets Syzurz onto his feet and swings him into one of the turnbuckles. Jacobs then motions to the crowd for a dramatic maneuver and delivers a devastating tornado DDT that lands Syzurz almost motionless on the mat. Jacobs grins as he picks Syzurz up and gives him a snapmare takedown. Syzurz struggles to his feet but Jacobs bounces off the ropes and flings him back down with a crushing clothesline. Jacobs goes to the ground attack with an array of knee drops and leg drops. Syzurz twitches in pain on the mat but tries to rise up and mount a comeback. Jacobs doesn't let him. Jacobs drop kicks Syzurz clear out of the ring and then jumps over the ropes and lands a fantastic splash on top of Syzurz.]

Mark Madden: Jack Jacobs is a maniac! What could persuade him to do a stunt like that?

Tony Schiavone: I don't know, Mark, but we are going to see one hell of a fight tonight.

[Jacobs is slow to get up to his feet and the faster Syzurz is right on top of Jacobs before he can react. Syzurz gives Jacobs a momentous spinning heel kick that sends Jacobs stutter stepping backwards. Syzurz then jumps onto Jacobs and executes a perfect hurricarana. This move lays Jacobs out for a few moments before he hops back to his feet with revenge on his mind. Syzurz comes back with a vaulting punch right smack on Jacobs' forehead. This only stops Jacobs for a matter of milliseconds and before Syzurz can turn to run, Jacobs picks him up and powerbombs him. Jacobs then rolls into the ring and rolls back out again sensing that the count would be just about up if he hadn't. Jacobs takes Syzurz by the head and slams him head first against the steel rail. Syzurz holds his face in pain and tries to walk away from Jacobs, but Jacobs comes right at him with a bulldog. Jacobs then picks up Syzurz and power slams him into the steel ring post. Jacobs rolls Syzurz back into the ring and perches himself on the top turnbuckle. Syzurz has no time to react when Jacobs comes crashing down with a missile drop kick. Jacobs makes the cover...1...2...No! Syzurz gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time. Jacobs pounds his fists on the mat in frustration, but quickly regains his focus as he puts Syzurz in a rear chin lock. Syzurz appears to be done for after a while, but he surprises everyone when he suddenly elbows Jacobs five times in the gut, jumps back up, and gives Jacobs a double arm DDT! Syzurz then puts Jacobs in the figure four leg lock. After a long battle for control over the submission, Jacobs finally grabs for the ropes and the ref forces Syzurz to let go of the submission hold.]

Tony Schiavone: Just look at all of the action we are having here, Mark! These two men are really pulling out all the stops.

Mark Madden: No, if I was in there right now I could probably do better. In fact, I could beat both of those punks up any time I want to!

Tony Schiavone: Whatever you say, Mark. Syzurz has Jacobs up in a vertical suplex! What an impact that move just made! The entire ring shook.

[Syzurz then climbs up the ropes and hits Jacobs with a drilling flying elbow drop. Syzurz hooks a leg...1...2... Almost! Jacobs kicked out! Syzurz grabs his hair in shock and even goes as far as arguing with the ref. While Syzurz does this, Jacobs shakes the cobwebs from his head. Jacobs then grabs Syzurz from behind and smacks him down three times in a flurry of rolling suplexes. Jacobs demonstrates his incredible strength by picking Syzurz up high into the air and then dropping him right back down to the ground. Jacobs picks Syzurz up again and gives him an atomic drop. Syzurz hops on one leg around the ring till Jacobs knocks him over with an elbow. Jacobs then climbs to the top ropes. He flies through the air attempting to land a senton bomb but misses, just barely too! Syzurz had crawled out of harm's way just before Jacobs had crashed onto the mat. Both men make it to their feet at the same exact time. Syzurz and Jacobs charge at each other at the same time. Both men hit each other simultaneously with clotheslines. Both men have their arms draped over the other man's chest. The ref counts...1... both men are unmoving.

2… Jacobs crawls over Syzurz’ body…

3!

Howard Finkle: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, Jack Jacobs!

Mark Madden: I knew he’d win it, Tony! Jacobs is definitely going all the way to the top!

Tony Schiavone: Maybe, but you can’t take away from Syzurz. He simply put in one hundred percent. Both men wanted the match, Mark, but Jacobs just wanted it a little bit more. Wait, Madden, I've just received word that there's something happening in the backstage area. Let's go to the back to see what's going on.

[The scene cuts to the back, where Dominic Marzetti is seen walking in the back with a dented pipe. He tosses the pipe to the ground, as he walks to the stage area. As he passes a certain point, the camera stops to see a figure on the ground. The figure is Shane Douglas, as Dominic Marzetti apparently attacked him from behind backstage. Douglas slowly gets to his feet, a little groggy from the pipe shot. Full of piss and vinegar, Shane Douglas is swearing immensely as the camera goes back to Tony Schiavone and Mark Madden.]

Mark Madden: What in the world is Dominic Marzetti thinking? He must have a death wish if he thinks he can take out "The Franchise" so quickly.

Tony Schiavone: Well, if you remember a while back, Douglas was the one who ended his undefeated streak at the time. Dominic must still be bitter about that.

[Just as Tony and Mark stop talking, Jim Ross enters the Net World Order ring to introduce Dominic Marzetti for an interview. The fans as well as the annoucers stay quiet to hear what is going on.]

Jim Ross: Wellcome ladies and gentlemen to NWO's Monday Night Carnage. Tonight we will celebrate many things but one thing stands out to me and it is the return of the one man battle strike, the return of Dominic Marzetti!!! So Dom come on down...

[With that "Man In The Box" by Alice In Chains begins to play and the entire crown gets up on their feet and begins to cheer and bobb their heads to the beat of the song, as the big screen starts to play Dominic's vidieo of the old day with him beating up on members of the old triple threat, winning the harcore title and the european title, then out comes Dom from the crowd screaming and throwing his hands up in the air giving fan high fives, he jumps over the guard rail and gets up on top of the announce table and throws his hand up and the crowd goes nuts, he gets down and goes in the ring...]

Jim Ross: Well Dom let me be the first one to say wellcome back and I hope its or good this time.

Dom: Well thanks Jimmy and you can guar-an-damn-te that I will be here till the end of time baby!

Jim Ross: Lets get started. Dom now the question on everyone's mind is why, why did you come back to the NWO when you had multiple ofers from other federaions?

Dom: Here's the reason why, I came back because this is the place where I belong, I belong here with these fans, and I belong here to kick some ass and win some matches.

Jim Ross: Now Dom it has been word in the back that you are looking this time to finish off what you started long ago with Shane Douglas and his running buddies Sandman and Jeff Jarrett, your comments?

Dom: Well heres how it goes, now that things have changed a little bit it seems that good ol' Shane is once again back on top and you see I got a problem with that because simply I dont like his dumb ass, and if he ever gets the guts to fight me I will gladly kick his f@$king a$$ all over this very ring.

Jim Ross: But Dom, why such anger twards him, why?

Dom: Why Jimmy, you ask me why well if you dont remember to well about 11 months ago it was Shane Douglas that almost ended my career when he broke my neck when him and his boys put me threw a table. And if you know me I am not the kind of guy to forget somthing like that at all.

Jim Ross: Now Dom on to somthing else, you have been Hardcore Champ and European Champ, you have headlined all accross the nation, won matches no one thought you would win, and become one of the fatsest up and rising stars in this sport, why risk it all after almost having your life end on national TV?

Dom: Well Jimmy as you and everyone knows that I dont care about all the matches or the hardcore and european titles, that the one thing I came here for was what everyone else wants and that is the NWO World Heavywieght Title.

Jim Ross: Now Dom you havn't been in action for about 11 months do you really think you can be a top contender for the title?

Dom: Not only can I be a contender I am going to become the number one contender and whoever is the champ let it be Sting, Simmons, or Shane Douglas, they will be in for the fight of their life and when it is all said and done it will be me standing in the center of the ring with my hand rised as the new NWO Champion, now according to my watch this interview is over so hit me music!!!

["Man In the Box" begins to play again and Dom turns to the corner and climbs the ropes and rises hims hands up and the crown once again begins to cheer and go completly nuts for the one man recking crew Dominic Marzetti.]


Mark Madden: I think I've heard enough from Marzetti than I can take. This next match is finally the match that I've been waiting for! Who's going to be the new number one contenders to the tag gold?

Tony Schiavone: Madden, only time will tell. Let's go to the ring to find out.


Howard Finkle: And now, it is time for the main event! Coming to the ring first, they are one of the most recognized teams in the world of wrestling today… The Road Dogg and “Bad Ass” Billy Gunn… the New Age Outlaws!

[Fans rise to their feet to chant out “Oh you didn’t know” along with Road Dogg. As Jesse James goes through his theme music on the microphone, he suddenly gets cut off with Impure Authority’s music.]

Howard Finkle: And their opponents, the former Net World Order tag team champions, they are Triple X and The Undertaker… Impure Authority!

[The New Age Outlaws don’t seem to be very happy about being interrupted, as they run up the stage to attack Impure Authority. The Road Dogg goes after Triple X as Billy Gunn attacks The Undertaker. As the bell rings in the background, a four-man brawl ensues at the top of the stage. Out of the madness, The Undertaker is seen lifting Billy Gunn high into the air, and throwing him down off of the stage area.]

Tony Schiavone: Madden, did you just see that? The Undertaker threw Billy Gunn around like a rag doll! That spells bad news for Road Dogg, now that he’s left to fend against both Triple X and The Undertaker at the same time!

[The Road Dogg decides to get out of harm’s way, and dashes toward the ring. Both Triple X and The Undertaker chase after him, and dive into the ring. The Road Dogg slides out of the ring behind the referee’s back, and grabs a steel chair. The referee occupies himself by telling The Undertaker to get out of the ring, since Triple X is apparently the legal man. While the referee pushes The Undertaker back, The Road Dogg comes in with a steel chair, and bashes Triple X over the head with it. The referee turns around too late to see it, but in time to see The Road Dogg make a cover onto Triple X. 1… 2… NO! Triple X kicks out at the last second! Road Dogg is frustrated, looking over every now and then to see if Billy Gunn is okay or not.]

Mark Madden: What smart moves by Road Dogg! He definitely knows how to play this sport!

[The Road Dogg picks up Triple X, and Irish whips him to the ropes. The Road Dogg attempts a clothesline, but Triple X ducks it. As Triple X bounces off the ropes, he tags the Undertaker in, without The Road Dogg knowing it. Jesse James catches Triple X with some right fists, going for the Shake Rattle and Roll, but before the final punch, he gets caught by a flying lariat from The Undertaker.]

Tony Schiavone: Oh my God! Road Dogg never even saw that move coming!

[The Undertaker lifts Road Dogg to his feet, and sets him up for a powerbomb. The Undertaker lifts him high up in the air, and sends him down crashing to the mat. The Undertaker covers to try to get the pin. 1… 2… 3? NO! “Bad Ass” Billy Gunn comes out of nowhere to save the pin! Billy Gunn throws Triple X off the apron, leaving The Undertaker alone with both of the Outlaws. Billy Gunn kicks the Undertaker in the stomach, and connects with the famouser!]

Mark Madden: Tony! This is it! Road Dogg covers, and one… two… what? How in the world did The Undertaker get up from that one?

[Road Dogg grabs The Undertaker and he whips him to the ropes. The Undertaker comes back and he nails him with a flying face buster. The Undertaker crawls for the tag. Road Dogg pulls him away from the corner and begins beating him and stomping him. Triple X tries to step over the ropes but the ref holds him back and continues to argue with him.]

Tony Schiavone: Triple X is getting The Undertaker beaten by both Gunn and Road Dogg!

Mark Madden: Turn around Ref! Turn around!

Tony Schiavone: One of these teams will have to fight The "Rebellion", the NWO Tag Team champions, being The Baltimore Assassin and Syzurz!

Mark Madden: Speak of the Devil! The Baltimore Assassin and Syzurz are running down to the ring with chairs!

[The Ref is still arguing with Undertaker and Road Dogg knocks Triple X down with the "Shake, Rattle and Roll". Syzurz jumps up on the apron and hits Billy Gunn with the chair and The Baltimore Assassin pulls Road Dogg out of the ring and slams the chair over his head. The Baltimore Assassin climbs the ropes and he signals for a 450* Splash.]

Tony Schiavone: The Baltimore Assassin just went off the top ropes with a 450* Splash!!!

Mark Madden: Man! This is what JR would like to call a SLOBBERKNOCKER!!!

Tony Schiavone: Syzurz just launched himself over the ropes on to Road Dogg!

[The Baltimore Assassin pulls Triple X over Road Dogg and he grabs the chairs and slides out of the ring. Syzurz gets the refs attention and the ref starts the count as Syzurz pulls Billy Gunn’s legs out from under him.]

Tony Schiavone: What a highway robbery! 1…2…3! Impure Authority stole this one thanks to the help of The Baltimore Assassin and Syzurz!

Howard Finkle: And your winners, and NEW Number One Contenders to the Tag Team Championships, Impure Authority!

[The Baltimore Assassin climbs into the ring with Syzurz, and demands the microphone from Howard Finkle. After receiving the microphone, The Baltimore Assassin begins to talk.

The Baltimore Assassin is dressed in a pair of black baggy pants, a tight red Misfits shirt with the crimson ghost on the front and a black belt that has spikes and metal rings on it stands at the top of the ramp with Syzurz dressed almost exactly the same except his shirt is gray and it says "Rebellion" on it. The Baltimore Assassin and Syzurz are wearing the NWO Tag Team titles around their waists. The Baltimore Assassin has a microphone in his hand and he begins to speak.]

The Baltimore Assassin: When it seems it is the world against you... you can always turn to the darkness! Before you stands the dynasty of the innovator of violence and the masked diablo! D-Generation X attacked me at Thursday Night Overdrive and they stomped me to my grave.... but what they forget is zombies come back from the dead! You see you all know you can't possibly stop The Baltimore Assassin by yourselves... I beat your fearless leader Triple H, even when Neil Stylez came down to help him, I beat Neil Stylez, I temporarily ended the career of the New Age Outlaws a few months back and Jack Jacobs and Blade... haha, well those two cronies don't even add up to Barry Horiwitz! That's why the NWO only gives them a brief three minutes on the mic! That's why their skits are so short! So DX had the nerve to jump me, all six of them against me! No problem, you see Triple H is now afraid of me because he knows that anyday of the week I will wipe the floor with his ass, Neil Stylez has always been afraid ! of me, ever since the days when I use to beat him up in front of my uncle in his father's basement! Cousin you dug your grave and it's time to lay in it, you never know... You may just come back from the dead like me, it sure as would improve your wrestling skills! You remember back in the day when you used to run home from school when all of the other kids wanted to kick your ass! Remember who met you half way to take the ass kicking with you? Yeah me, because back then family counted for alot, especially when you never had one! You remember when your father, my uncle picked me up from the train station, when I came to live in Pittsburgh? You father told you about how I lived in the streets in Baltimore, because my father and mother was murdered! I woke up in a boat yard in Baltimore and I had no where to go, no where to stay, all I had was jeans, a shirt, shoes and $16! I found a phone number in my pocket, it had a name on it, Styles... So I called from a pay phone after thr! ee years of living on the streets, crashing with whom ever I could, and a boy answered the telephone... that boy was you Neil! I came and took the ass whoopin with you, I taught you how to hold your own and I whipped your ass when ever you got the crazy idea in your head that you could beat me!"

"Neil Stylez, I have a proposition for you..... At the Pay Per View in a double main event match, me and you in a Baltimore City Street Fight! It will be just like old times Neil! Me, You and a whole city block filled with every hand to hand weapon imaginable. Now the question is Neil, do you have the gruit fruits to jump off a building into a dumpster with me... I highly doubt it! Now for Impure Authority, well it's obvious that you two are still sore over our match when me and Syzurz took your titles! Well we know that we had the both of you beat from the moment we stepped into the ring and we noted that all through the match you never had the upper hand and now all we can really look forward to is kicking your asses a second time! Ode to thy faith, darkness comes!"

Tony Schiavone: Wow, Madden! What a way to end Monday Night Anarchy! As usual, this is Tony Schiavone and Mark Madden saying good night, and take care!