Mark Madden: I don't even know why that match is going to happen. Dex might as well hand the title over to Jack, because there's no escape for him tonight! The match I'm looking forward to, though, is The Baltimore Assassin and Neil Stylez.
Tony Schiavone: That's right, Mark! And in a notice issued earlier today, fans, Maxx Payne has informed The Baltimore Assassin that his contract is running out at 10 PM tonight! In other words, The Baltimore Assassin will have a mere fifteen minutes to try and put his cousin in the requested barbed wire match tonight! Now, though, we have Sean Ransom and Shawn Michaels squaring off for the first match of the night.
Howard Finkle: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Monday Night Anarchy! The following match is set or one fall. Introducing first, he is the number one contender to the United States Championship, he is Sean Ransom!
[“Bawitaba” by Kid Rock begins to play, as Sean Ransom appears from behind the curtains. He struts down the ring with sunglasses on his face, and flaunts in front of the camera. He enters the ring, awaiting the Heart Break Kid’s arrival.]
Tony Schiavone:Mark, I have no idea why CEO Maxx Payne chose this guy as the number one contender to the United States Championship. There’s no possible way he can take the belt away from Gene Simmons!
Howard Finkle: And his opponent, from San Antonio, Texas. He is the Heart Break Kid, Shawn Michaels!
[Shawn Michaels’ music hits up, and he enters the stage with a parade of fireworks on the stage. Sean Ransom exits the ring as Shawn Michaels flips over the ropes, and into the ring. He throws off his vest to the crowd, just as Sean Ransom runs back in with a steel chair, knocking Michaels down to the mat.]
Mark Madden:Ha! Did you see that, Schiavone? That is the reason Maxx Payne chose Sean Ransom over anyone else!
Tony Schiavone:That’s not funny, Mark. Shawn Michaels already has a long history of concussions behind him. This isn’t going to help it.
[Sean Ransom picks up Shawn Michaels’ limp body, and sets him between his legs. With a cocky smile on his face, Ransom lifts Shawn Michaels into the air, and sends him back down to the mat with the Frozen Over.]
Mark Madden:Oh, man! This one finished in a hurry, didn’t it Tony?
Tony Schiavone:As much as I hate to agree with you, I think you’re right. Shawn Michaels’ lights have shut off tonight.
[Sean Ransom covers Shawn Michaels without hooking the leg. The referee slowly counts, 1…2…3! The bell is rung, and Sean Ransom’s hand is raised in the air. Ransom, though, isn’t through with his opponent, as he stomps away at the Heart Break Kid’s head.]
Tony Schiavone:Now, this is too much! Somebody needs to get Ransom out of here.
[While the bell rings over and over again, a crowd of referees emerges from the back, and eventually pull Sean Ransom away from Michaels. As “Bawitaba” hits the loudspeakers again, the referees tend to the fallen Shawn Michaels.]
Mark Madden: And speaking of title defenses, Tony, here comes Degeneration-X's first chance to pick up some gold, as Jack Jacobs puts away Dex Holland, next!
Tony Schiavone: You shouldn't underestimate Holland's abilities, Mark. Remember that he gained that gold by putting away Degeneration-X member X-Pac at When Worlds Collide!
Howard Finkle: This match is set for one fall, and is for the Net World Order Television Championship. Introducing the challenger, hailing from the country of Canada, he is the number one contender to the title— Jack Jacobs! [“The Kings” by Run DMC begins playing, as Jack Jacobs comes onto the stage with a Degeneration-X t-shirt. Pyrotechnics begin shooting off the stage, but Jacobs is one-hundred-percent focused on the ring to even notice his surroundings. He passes by the camera, and climbs into the ring without an expression on his face, awaiting his opponent to arrive.]
Howard Finkle: And defending his title tonight, being led to the ring by Ann Archy, he is the current Television Champion— Dex Holland! [Holland’s music begins to play, and Ann Archy appears on the stage alone. After she walks partially down the ramp, she points to the curtain and out comes the champion. Dex Holland is prepping himself on the way to the ring, and passes by Ann as the bell rings.]
Mark Madden: JR, just take a look at Ann Archy over there! Who is Dex Holland anyway? I’d show her what a true champion is made of! [Jack Jacobs immediately attacks Dex Holland, getting that twitch in his eye that he had been preaching for so long, now. Jacobs opens the match with a clothesline to the ground, and another one as he bounces off of the ropes on the other side. He keeps Holland on the ground by delievering a few stomps, followed by a single elbowdrop. Jacobs picks Holland up to his feet, only to kick him in the gut, and send him crashing down to the mat again.]
Tony Schiavone: Look at Jacobs just rip Dex Holland apart piece by piece! Mark Madden: I’d like to rip Ann pi— Tony Schiavone: Don’t even say it, Madden. [Dex is still on the ground as Jacobs takes his arsenal to the top turnbuckle. He flies off with a frog splash, and attempts to score a pin. 1…2…NO! Dex Holland kicks out somehow. Jacobs and Holland get to their feet, but Jacobs quickly clips Dex in the knee. Dex falls to the ground, and Jacobs grabs his leg to deliver an elbowdrop to the knee repeatedly.]
Tony Schiavone: Look at Jacobs just go to work on Dex Holland’s knee! Holland may not be able to walk after this one’s through. [Jacobs wraps Dex Holland’s leg into a reverse figure four leglock, and pulls with all his might to hear a pop. Dex manages to hold through the devastating hold, and starts reaching for the ropes. Jacobs holds the move strong until he notices Dex almost able to break the hold. Jacobs grits his teeth and widens his eyes as he pulls even harder, and a loud pop is heard. Immediately in reaction, Dex Holland begins to tap out!]
Howard Finkle: The winner of this match, and NEW Television Champion, Jack Jacobs! Mark Madden: He did it! Jack Jacobs finally earned himself some gold! Tony Schiavone: He sure has, but I’m more worried about Dex Holland. It looks like Jack Jacobs may have broken that man’s leg! [Ann Archy climbs in the ring to help Dex onto the stretcher, as EMTs carry him away to the backstage area.]
Tony Schiavone: And as much as you know about rolls, Mark, we have a match to call. This match, personally, is the one I've been waiting for. Triple H does battle with the Outsider, Scott Hall.
Mark Madden: How could this match be any more transparent, Schiavone? Triple H already assured us that Scott Hall hasn't a chance in Hell tonight. Why can't you take his word on that?
Howard Finkle: The following match is set for one fall, with NO time limit. Introducing first, he is Scott Hall!
[The Wolfpack music plays in the background, and Scott Hall comes from the back, his hands in a motion as if sliding down to the ring. He passes by the cameraman on the ramp, and pulls the toothpick from his mouth to throw it at the camera.]
Howard Finkle: And now, he is a former three-time World Champion, and he hails from Grenich, Connecticut. Making his way to the ring, he is “The Game” Triple H!
[“My Time” plays from the loudspeakers, and Triple H appears on the stage with a waterbottle in his hand. He pours the watter on his head, and then sprays it out to the crowd. All the while, flashing lights are many through the huge arena. Triple H enters the ring, as he starts off the match by hitting Scott Hall with a lifting knee.]
Mark Madden: Here we go with another Game wannabe, getting a beating by the original himself! I can’t hait for Triple H to knock the grease out of Scott Hall’s head.
[Scott Hall is quick to get up, but Triple H is laying the boots to him now, kicking at his ribs down to his knees. Scott Hall sucks the pain all in, and backs into the corner, where he is being stomped to death by Hunter. Triple H starts thrusting himself into Scott Hall’s body, but Hall eventually turns the match around by throwing Hunter into the corner. Scott Hall starts throwing punches into Hunter Hearst Helmsley’s face, until Hunter finally shoves him away. Scott Hall returns back with a devastating clothesline, and knocks Triple H to the outside. Scott Hall follows Triple H out of the ring, and starts stomping at him.]
Mark Madden: Triple H must be waiting for the right moment to take advantage…
[Scott Hall finds this the right time to take the match into the crowd, and throws Triple H over the guardrail. They are making their way through the crowd, brawling back and forth with stiff rights and lefts to each others’ faces. They make their way toward the back area of the floor seats, and start battling near the concrete steps. The referee decides to not try for a count-out, but rather try to divert them into the ring. Scott Hall takes advantage with the punches, staggering Triple H back until Triple H grabs the camera from the cameraman behind him, and smacks Hall over the head with it! The crowd gasps as they see it both up close and on the NWO-tron. Scott Hall is knocked out from the shot, and Triple H drags him onto the lower part of the stage, and down the side of the ramp. The referee is yelling at Triple H to get back into the ring immediately, but Triple H just shoves him off. Triple H eventually drags Hall to the ring, throws him in, and ascends the top turnbuckle. Scott Hall slowly gets to his feet, a little woozy from the camera shot. Triple H is still lieing in wait on the top turnbuckle, with his back turned to Hall, but Scott Hall catches him by surprise by grabbing the rope, and sending Triple H crashing down in the most painful way possible. Scott Hall takes advantage of this opportunity, and sets up Triple H in a powerbomb position, standing next to the turnbuckle. Hall drops Triple H over his head with an Outsider’s Edge, leaving Triple H out like a light. Hall covers Triple H, and the referee counts the pinfall.]
Tony Schiavone: 1…2…3!! This match is over!
Mark Madden: What are you talking about? Triple H kicked out without a sweat!
[Indeed, according to the referee, Triple H kicked out. Scott Hall disagrees with the call, though, and lets the referee know about it. Triple H gets up behind Scott Hall, and rolls him up from behind. 1...2…NO!]
Mark Madden: What? What kind of a slow count was that?
[Scott Hall and Triple H get up at the same time, and face off in the center of the ring just like in the beginning of the match. They both run to opposite ropes, bounce off, and Triple H goes for a clothesline. Scott Hall ducks it, and they bounce off the ropes once more. Scott Hall stops the movement with a strike to Triple H’s midsection. He puts Triple H between his legs for another Outsider’s Edge, but cannot lift him when he tries. Triple H lifts Hall up off his feet, and counters with a Manhattan Drop. Scott Hall falls, but Triple H is quick to pick him up, and deliver the Pedigree. He covers Scott Hall, and the referee counts 1…2…3!!]
Mark Madden: Just like I said, Schiavone! Score another win for Degeneration-X!
Tony Schiavone: Sure, Triple H may have won the match, but Scott Hall put every last ounce of effort into it.
Howard Finkle: The winner of this match, Triple H!!
Tony Schiavone: Yes, the long awaited match between The Baltimore Assassin and Neil Stylez will finally take place tonight, where The Baltimore Assassin does battle with his cousin, Neil Stylez, next!
Howard Finkle: And now, for the main event! This match is for one fall, and is a barbed wire match. Introducing first, the challenger, The Baltimore Assassin!
[“After Dark” by Tito and Tarantula plays through the loudspeakers, and “The Bad Boy of the NWO” emerges from the back. He runs towards the ring, knowing he has little time before his contract expires from the Net World Order.]
Howard Finkle: And his opponent, he is the Intercontinental Champion, and cousin of The Baltimore Assassin, he is Neil Stylez!
[Neil Stylez slowly walks to the ring, agrivating on The Baltimore Assassin’s nerves as he now stands in a warfield of barbed wire. Out of complete anxiousness, The Baltimore Assassin hurdles over the sharp wires, and runs at Neil. The bell rings and the match begins. Neil Stylez is quick to react, and nails The Baltimore Assassin over the head with the Intercontinental Title. Neil grabs his cousin’s head, and pulls him along to the ring. Neil Stylez arrives to the side of the ring where the ropes have been replaced with a gigantic mound of barbed wire. Neil Stylez tries to force his cousin’s head into the razor-sharp barbed wire, but can’t quite force him into it. Then The Baltimore Assassin gets a jolt of energy, as a clock appears on the NWO-tron, showing that Assassin has ten minutes until he is out of the Net World Order. With this jolt, The Baltimore Assassin reverses his defense position, and throws Neil Stylez into the mound of barbed wire, watching it all collapse onto him. While his cousin is trapped under the heap of wires, Assassin goes under the ring to find a gas container. The Baltimore Assassin then finds an opening into the ring, and climbs into the center of it diligently. He takes the gas container, and begins pouring it all over the ringside, as Neil Stylez finally escapes the pile of barbed wire, in a bloody mess. He sees The Assassin reaching for some matches, but spears him into the barbed wire before he can do anything with them. Neil Stylez finds the matches on the canvas, as The Baltimore Assassin struggles free from the insisting barbed wire. Opposite from him, he can see the clock wearing down to five minutes.]
Mark Madden: This match has really been intense, and by the looks of it, Neil Stylez wants to take it up a notch.
Tony Schiavone: I know The Baltimore Assassin wouldn’t mind that under normal circumstances, but he has five minutes before he is out of the NWO!
Mark Madden: Well, whether he likes it or not, Neil Stylez is making sure that there is no way out of the ring after this one. I think he wants to burn The Baltimore Assassin alive!
[Neil Stylez strikes the match, but it refuses to ignite. On the second try, the orange flame appears, and a silence falls among the crowd. Neil Stylez throws the match to ringside, and watches the canvas ignite around him. The Baltimore Assassin dives forward to avoid the flames, ending up with barbed wire still stuck to his back. Neil Stylez charges towards him, but The Assassin nails a Samoan drop, jamming some of the barbed wire into Neil Stylez’ chest. Both men are visibly worn from the match, and bleeding profusely, but keep on getting up. The clock on the screen is wearing down, as it reads 2 minutes remaining. A black smoke begins building, and security starts ordering the fans back. Through the high flames, the fans can barely see Neil Stylez deliver a powerbomb into the flaming barbed wire. The Baltimore Assassin gets up with his hair singed, and his shirt ablaze. He tries to put the fire out by rolling on the mat, but Neil Stylez decides to help by stomping him down. The fire on The Assassin dies, and he gets up by delivering a Breez Between The Kneez. Neil Stylez crouches down in pain, and The Baltimore Assassin hobbles over to set up Neil for the Peacemaker. He lifts Neil Stylez, but his own lethargy helps Neil flip over his back, and to turn The Baltimore Assassin around to deliver a Hellz Fury on a stray bundle of heated barbed wire. With the final few seconds in the clock, Neil Stylez plants his cousin into the ground, and covers him for the referee to count 1…2…3!!]
Tony Schiavone: Oh my God, what a match, Mark! This sibling rivalry is a classic Cain versus Able type match-up!
Mark Madden: The Baltimore Assassin was robbed! If Maxx Payne hadn’t put up the time as a distraction, Assassin probably would be the one in Stylez’ place.
Howard Finkle: And the winner of this match, the Intercontinental Champion, Neil Stylez!
[“The Kings” by Run DMC begins to play, as Neil Stylez looks around to see the carnage he has done. Staring at his fallen cousin, Neil Stylez waits to exit the ring as the ring crew tries to put out the flames, and dried blood stains his skin.]