CCW Onslaught (2/16/07)

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The Onslaught video package plays across the screen, interlacing past matches and profiles of some of the major players of Onslaught while "Best of You" youtube.com/watch?v=Pd_p1A7WVNs plays. When the intro is finished the usual pyro shoots up and the camera pans across an excited audience in Orlando, FL.

Matthews: Hello and welcome to another action packed edition of Friday Night Onslaught, I'm Josh Matthews.

Malenko: And I'm Dean Malenko, and do we have a kickass show for you tonight, folks!

Matthews: Hell yes we do!, first we have a match that alot of Onslaught fans have been at the rafters to witness for a while now after Resurrection and the American Title match, Joshua James facing off against one of the conpetitors in that match, T-Rex. Then we have one of the new boys on Onslaught, Matt Downing in his debut singles match taking on the former Global champion, The Wh_.

Malenko: A large task put before the talented newcomer there, Josh, but one I'm sure one that he is relishing. After that, we have a match that I certainly never thought I would see, one that I'm sure that most of these fans have wanted to see since the creation of CCW, we have JD Wheeler of Onslaught teaming up with Nathan Versus of Unleashed in a tag match against Onslaught veterans in the Furious One's. How about this match, Josh?

Matthews: Indeed it is one that has been speculated about for sure, Dean. Everyone is wondering if these two giants of CCW can co-exist with their obvious ego's and their previous reservations about one-another. Can the faces of Onslaught and Unleashed up to this point be on the same page tonight?

Malenko: Hard to say, but I know for one thing that if there was one man who I wouldn't trust, it's Nathan Versus.

Matthews: And, for our main event, we have the number one contender for both the CCW and Global heavyweight championships, the winner of the 30 man melee match at Resurrection, Shawn Greene going against a man that we haven't seen him face insingles compeition in over a year, Marcus Knight.

Malenko: Yeah, and we all know that Marcus Knight can't be too happy about Greene being where he is right now. We know Knight only has one thing on his mind and thats to reclaim what he considers to be his, the Global heavyweight title. And to top that all of, Josh, we still don't know which title Shawn Greene is going to challenge for at Night of the Immortals, and it's only 2 weeks away!

Matthews: Anyway, on with the show.

Malenko: CCW Onslaught starts NOW!

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The camera opens on a shot of Dean Stewart walking down the corridors. After a few twists and turns and dodging crew members, Stewart arrives at his destination: the DJ locker room. As Stewart goes to knock on the door, it suddenly swings open instead and out pops Full Metal Jack carrying a small box underneath his left arm.

FMJ: Oh hey Dean. Whatcha doing here?

Stewart: I was just hoping I could get word with you guys.

FMJ: Oh sorry Dean. No time to talk right now. As you can see, my campaign to become America's champion is in full throttle now. I tell ya, Chris 6yxx doesn't stand a chance come Night of the Immortals when the fans will be behind me. In fact, while we're on it...

Jack reaches into the box and pulls out a bumper sticker.

FMJ: Dean, I wanna know that come Night of the Immortals, will you be on the side of Full Metal Jack? Come Night of the Immortals, will you chant my name? Come Night of the Immortals, will you...Vote Jack?

Jack turns the sticker around to reveal the words 'VOTE JACK' in bold, black letters and hands it to Dean who reluctantly accepts.

Stewart: Ummm....I gue...wait what are you talking about? Are you saying the fans are gonna "elect" you the new American champion?

FMJ: That I am Dean for that's what America is all about. America's finest champions have been voted on by the people. Take the great Thomas Jefferson for example. If the people didn't elect Jefferson to be the next president, then the Boston Harbor would be full of voting booths. And then all the local women would be swimming around down there....and some other stuff would happen....and umm...we then had to hang them as witches. So you see what I am saying Dean?

Dean rubs his head desperately trying to make sense of it all.

Stewart: Uhh...are you trying to say you're like Thomas Jefferson?

FMJ: Umm...that will do. Yes, I am Thomas Jefferson and Full Metal Jefferson is gonna send Chris 6yxx crying back to his little foreign country he calls "Florida". Florida...what is that like Spanish or Dutch or something?

Before Stewart can get out a word...

FMJ: It doesn't really matter. I've got a campaign to get back to Dean. So if you excuse me...

Jack heads off down the hallway. As he passes crew members, he reaches into his box and hands out bumper stickers, button pins, and tiny American flags while telling them to "Vote Jack".

Camera fades to black.

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CCW cameras cut to backstage with Dean Stewart on the mic

Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time...he is the reigning American heavyweight champion and the man to face Full Metal Jack at CCW: Night of the Immortals 2..."The Enigma" Chris 6yxx.

Crowd boos the champion as the camera shows "The Enigma" with a stern look on his face

Dean: So Chris what do you think of Full Metal Jack's "Vote Jack" campaign?

6yxx: What in the blue fucking hell is that? How desperate can a man be? That roided freak will go through any and all measures to take the most prestigious title in CCW from "The Enigma". But you just like these sorry ass fans know that it will NOT happen!

Arena rains down with Boos

Dean: What about him mocking your home state of Florida?

6yxx: Listen Dean I think we all know that Jack is a certified dumbass. Who is he to diss the great state Florida? Wasn't it Florida that mutilated Ohio State in the BCS game? And...wait Dean what the hell is that?!

Chris looks at something peculiar on Dean's jacket. He then proceeds to find a "Vote For Jack" pin on his jacket. Afterward he shoves Dean and rips the pin off

6yxx: JACK IS NOT GONNA WIN

Crowd procceds to boo "The Enigma"

6yxx: At Night of the Immortals...I'm going to do what it is I have been doing..and that is win! I'm going to show the whole fuckin world that "The Enigma" is the best wrestler in CCW! Not a damn soul can take this belt away from me...NOBODY! You can...fuckin believe that!!!

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"Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace hits the speakers and draws jeers from the crowd. T-Rex walks out to a smoke machine and jogs on the spot to prepare for the match. He then walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. He then goes on each turn buckle and does a "Rhyno" pose.

Bruce Buffer: Introducing first..... from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at 268 pounds..... representing The Revolution..... T-Rex.

The boos continue until "Just Stop" by Disturbed begins to play and they are replaced by cheers. The lights dim to red as Joshua James walks out from backstage and stands in the middle of the stage. Three streams of fireworks shoot on James (two red from the side and one white from the top) as he leans his head back and closes his fists and pushes them far out to each respective side. He casually walk toward the ring (playing to the fans, clapping hands, and the such). He walks up the steel steps, and once in the ring he does a classic Kurt Angle spin. Then he climbs to the top turnbuckle, and leans his head back and closes his fists and pushes them far out to each respective side as red and white fireworks shoot out of the ring posts. Finally he walks confidently to his corner, waiting for the start of the match.

Bruce Buffer: His opponent..... from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada and weighing in at 238 pounds..... Joshua James.

As the cheers die down the referee calls for the bell to kick off the contest. Before the two can lock up "Burn In My Light" can be heard. The American Champion and T-Rex's fellow Revolution member, "The Enigma" Chris 6yxx walks down the ramp. James is distracted but T-Rex looks baffled too.

Mathews: What's going on here. Chris 6yxx has no business interjecting himself in this match.

Malenko: Looks like we will have to wait and see Josh. I'm as puzzled as you are. Is this match still gonna go down.

6yxx climbs into the ring against the wishes of the official. He winks at T-Rex and then demands a microphone. Joshua James is held back by the official as he looks to tear 6yxx a new asshole.

6yxx: Hold up. How in the hell can Joshua James and no offense you T-Rex be on the show and not me. I'm the champ of this country. Champion of the people if you will. I'm here to brighten up Onslaught. Quite simply I have more charisma then Joshua James has in his tiny member.

Upon hearing this James snaps and shoves the referee out of the way. He charges at 6yxx taking him down to the mat with a Double Leg Takedown. He then fires off punches as 6yxx tries to cover his face.

T-Rex doesn't miss a beat as he grabs Joshua James from behind and pulls him down to the canvas with a school boy roll up. The official drops down to make the count as T-Rex has a handful of shorts on the official's blind side.

1...



2...



3

Bruce Buffer: Here is your winner by pinfall..... T-Rex.

Before T-Rex can celebrate James springs to his feet and takes him over with Belly-to-Belly Suplex. As he gets back to his feet though he is floored by 6yxx who clocks him with his title belt. With James laid out on the mat, blood starts to pour from his skull following the contact with the gold.

Malenko: Looks like Chris 6yxx really means business tonight. Whether you like it or not he's getting his point across.

Mathews: Well I for one don't like it. Joshua James just got screwed and he deserves better than this.

As James struggles to his knees 6yxx climbs to the outside and grabs a steel chair. As he climbs back into the ring James sits on his knees with blood covering his face begging 6yxx to hit him again (ala Rock/Shamrock). At first 6yxx seems nervous but after some insults from James he finally swings and cracks the steel across the face of James. He crumples to the floor as 6yxx drops the chair.

T-Rex sees all of this and shakes his head and walks up the ramp. 6yxx grabs his belt and a microphone and heads up the ramp. T-Rex heads through the curtain as 6yxx reaches the top of the ramp and talks into the microphone.

6yxx: If you think that was bad. Just watch what I do to Full Metal Jack at Night of The Immortals II.

6yxx leaves to jeers from the audience. In the ring James staggers to his feet pushing away any help from the referee. The crowd cheer as he somehow brings himself up the ramp despite gushing blood everywhere. He heads through the curtain and drops his head in disappointment.

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The camera fades in to Stonecold Steve Austins office where J-Man is standing facing him.

J-Man: "You wanted to see me?"

Austin: "Sure sit your ass down there"

J-Man complies and sits in a chair opposite Stonecold.

Austin: "Son, I called you in here tonight to let you know that you have the night off."

J-Man: "What? Again? How the hell am I going to prepare for Night of the Immortals if I'm not getting a match every week?"

Austin: "Do what I used to do, go find yourself someone backstage and start a fight"

J-Man: "Even though that does sound like a plan, I prefer to do my fighting in the ring for my title, I want to send out an invitation to face JD Wheeler this week because I didn't choose him the last time."

Austin: "I'm sorry, I already have Wheeler booked in a match this week"

J-Man: "Well what about someone like Marcus Knight? I'm sure he could do with another beating"

Austin: "No going there either son, Knight is down for tonights match against the turncoat that is Shawn Greene, I told him that if he plans to leave, I'll make sure its the last move he'll make in his wrestling career"

J-Man: "Yeah, that makes sense, sending out your pansy patsy Knight to do your dirty work."

Austin: "Easy there, you don't wanna get yourself suspended now do ya, huh?"

J-Man goes to reply but reluctantly says nothing while staring at Stonecold.

Austin: "I damn well thought so, now get on the hell outta here, I'm a busy man"

Austin then reaches below the desk and picks up a 6 pack of Steveweisers and lays them down on the table beside him and opens one, he puts his feet up on his desk while looking at the TV screen that is showing him all of the nights action.

J-Man: "If it's all the same to you, I'm just gonna stick around backstage tonight"

Austin (Still looking at the TV): "Suit yourself, now get the hell out"

J-Man gives Austin a disatisfied look that Steve didn't see because his eyes are glued to the television as he takes a swig of his can, J-Man walks out leaving Stonecold to look back with an smirk on his face.

Josh Mathews: "What the hell is he up to?"

Fade to Black

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Camera's pan across the arena, as the fans sit down again to watch the rest of Onslaught. Suddenly, 'Last Resort' By Papa Roach hits, as the fans are halved with both cheers and boo's heard. Matt Downing appears from behind the curtain, carrying a microphone, a smile plastered across his face. He claps to the fans in return for their cheers, which garners a better reaction from the previously hostile group of the audience. The music stops.

Matt: Well, first things first, how's it going Orlando!!

The crowd cheers and claps.

Matt: Now, since I joined Onslaught from RMW, you have seldom caught me in a good mood. You see, I have a desire deep within me to compete in that ring down there and show you fans exactly what I can do...

Crowd cheers again.

Matt: But lately, I haven't been able to satisfy that desire, because of our resident GM, Steve Austin.

The crowd pop, but boo's can heard.

Matt: Well, I have some good news for everyone, and also some bad news for one imparticular person. Anyway, onto the good news to start off with. The news is that Austin has finally caved, and you guy's get to see me deal out some asskickery, in that very ring, tonight on Onslaught!

Crowd cheers a little.

Matt: This is of course only a formality, as Austin only caved because he needs me to have a warmup match before I face Jerome Novaho at Night of the Immortals, not that I am complaining. This is my first opportunity to prove to those guy's back there...

Points to the back...

Matt: And to you fans out here, as to exactly what I can accomplish here on the A show.

Crowd cheers and talking can be heard.

Matt: Now onto the bad news for that one person in the back who I'll have the pleasure of facing tonight in my debut singles match on Onslaught. In case you all didn't know, I'll be doing us all a favour and putting the Wh(Sound cuts out for a moment...) out of his misery.

Crowd boo's at the mention of the former champion's name.

Matt: And here's a little message to you, Wh(Sounds cuts out again...), if you're watching in the back. Now, don't you worry, don't you fret. Well, maybe fret a little. Because there's now nothing to stop you becoming just another stepping stone for the downward spiral towards becoming the Global champion. And hey, there's really no need to bother talking smack about how I'm going to kick you're ass, because in you're heart of hearts, in you're very soul, you already know that when you step into the ring with me, there's no hope of winning.

Crowd pops at Downings Intensity, as he looks up towards them and smiles.

Matt: Also a little hint for you fans. Don't blink in this match, because you won't want to miss it.

Crowd gets pumped in anticipation, as Matt lowers the microphone and starts to walk away, before stopping with his back turned to the crowd, realising something.

Matt: You know, in all the excitement I forgot the most important thing. The Wh_... You're downward spiral starts now!

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After the previous segment has finished wrapping up, the screen fades back in from black to open up on a shot of the ring.

Inside stands Bruce Buffer; a microphone clutched tightly within the balled up fist of his right hand. He looks toward the official, and then the Onslaught set, before nodding his head in approval; removing a card from the front right breast pocket of his jacket, and placing it in front of him in order to begin speaking . . .

Bruce Buffer: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first . . .”

“The End Of Heartache” sounds over the series of loudspeakers spread throughout the BankAtlantic Center to a generously mixed-reaction as “The Downward Spiral” steps out onto the stage through the black sequined entrance curtain. Upon reaching the head of the ramp, he strikes a Randy Orton-esque pose; triggering a waterfall of blue sparks that rain down upon his being as Buffer runs through his introduction . . .

Buffer: “From St. Louis, Missouri . . . weighing in at two hundred and thirty eight pounds. Making his CCW Onslaught singles debut . . .

‘The Downward Spiral’; Matt, DOWN-ING!”

Cheers can be heard, to which Downing responds by pointing out into the crowd and applauding them for their support. Then, as he begins making his way down the aisle, he makes a conscious effort to slap at as many of the hands of his supporters as humanly possible; continuing this all the way until he reaches the apron, and rolls inside the ring underneath the bottom rope. He immediately pops back to his feet, and jogs toward the southwest corner before climbing up onto the second turnbuckle; striking his signature pose yet again to an even louder, more enthusiastic ovation than before.

His music eventually fades out, and Downing responds by dropping back down to the canvas and running off the south side set of ropes. He rebounds off the north, and then stops near the center of the ring to crouch down into a Rock-like fighting stance; completely aware of the immense challenge that has been set before him.

Buffer: “And, his opponent . . .”

Downing’s concern is immediately shared by the rest of those in attendance as Slipknot’s “Heretic Anthem” hits the arena to a mixture of shock, awe, and deep, heartfelt boos.

WHOOSH

Flames shoot into the air as the opening riff commences, and The Wh_ slowly trudges out onto the stage; a clear, and unpleasant look plastered across the parts of his face that are visible underneath the long hair. He wastes no time in making his way to the ring, and doesn’t even bother to strike a pose of any kind . . .

Buffer: “From Houston, Texas . . . weighing in at three hundred and twenty pounds. He is the leader of the Revolution . . . and a former CCW Global HEAVYWEIGHT Champion . . .

The WH_!”

Downing pops back up into a full-on vertical base as The Wh_ reaches the ringside area, & springs into action as the big man climbs up onto the apron; lambasting him with repeated right hands to the forehead as he attempts to step over the top rope, and subjecting himself to a powerful shove as The Wh_ tires of his annoyance.

Downing falls back, somersaults onto his hands and feet, and charges forward to continue his diminutive offensive flurry . . . running directly into a HUGE right-armed clothesline as The Wh_ is finally able to regain his footing along the canvas!

“AW!”

Downing hits the canvas hard, & rolls over onto his left side; clutching at the base of his neck with both arms, and enabling his much larger opponent to ready himself for whatever happens next. The Wh_ then orders the official to start the match, & he reluctantly complies; gesturing toward the timekeeper to ring the bell.

The match is now officially underway . . .

DING! DING! DING!

Downing has managed to make it up to his hands and knees, but The Wh_ allows him to go no further; forcing him up to his feet by a handful of hair, and guiding him face first into the top turnbuckle pad of the southeast corner. Downing hits with so much vigor that he snaps back, and The Wh_ then pushes him into the crook back first; following through with a barrage of harsh right boots to the midsection which ultimately force Downing to slide down into a sitting position atop the second turnbuckle pad. The Wh_ then gives him a straight right hand to the face for added measure before turning to walk back toward the middle of the ring; using the amount of distance to gain a head of steam, charge toward Downing, & execute a running big boot to the forehead!

SMACK

“OH!”

Downing’s body collapses face first to the canvas without hesitation; his limbs beginning to spasm as The Wh_ bends down to continue the attack. He forces Downing’s wearied form back to a lackadaisical base, by the neck, and scoops him up onto his right shoulder with relative ease; backing himself into the crook of the southeast corner, charging forward, and planting Downing in the middle of the ring with a devastatingly brutal Running Powerslam!

“OH!”

Downing’s body bounces off the canvas, & sprawls out as the official dives down into position. The Wh_ remains on his knees at Downing’s head for a few moments, clearly unimpressed with the choice of opponent, before ultimately placing his right fist down against Matt’s chest for a rather unorthodox, and arrogant cover:

ONE . . .

TWO . . .

“AW!”

As the referee’s hand is about to hit the canvas for three, The Wh_ pulls Downing up into a sitting position; his actions bringing about even more boos, which he is quick to ignore, and earning him admonishment from the man in stripes. The Wh_ cares not for the man’s words, and pushes back to his feet whilst holding a handful of Downing’s hair; using this to pull the man back to his own feet before Irish-whipping him hard into the northeast corner. Downing arches his back, albeit subconsciously, and The Wh_ runs his right hand through his hair before sprinting forward to attempt a turnbuckle clothesline . . .

“OOH!”

At the very last possible second, however, Downing manages to duck under his arm and roll through back toward the center of the ring; his attempt at playing possum proving more than enough to rope everyone in, including the crowd, and giving him ample time to shake away the cobwebs as The Wh_ hits the top turnbuckle chest first.

Downing, realizing that opportunity is knocking, uses every ounce of strength in his being to push back to a vertical base, turn 180 degrees, and execute a high standing dropkick to the back of The Wh_’s head as he stumbles outward . . .

SMACK

“OH!”

The Wh_ grabs at his skull, and falls down to one knee as Downing hits the canvas. Matt is quick to spring back to his feet, take off toward the north side set of ropes, and rebound with a Shawn Michaels-esque diving forearm; catching his opponent in the left temple, and forcing him to fall back along the canvas to a mighty pop!

“YEAH!”

Downing remains on the offensive by pounding away at The Wh_’s head & chest with repeated, hammer-like forearm shots; using them to further soften the big man up before pushing back to his feet. He then points toward the northeast corner to yet another big pop, and steps out onto the apron through the top and middle ropes of the north side set; scurrying to the top rope, pushing to a vertical base, and leaping forward to execute an elbow drop . . .

“NO!”

Unfortunately for Downing, however, The Wh_ shoots forward into a sitting position at the very last possible second; forcing Downing to crash and burn in the most unfortunate of manners. The groggy Wh_ then rolls over onto his hands and knees, pushes back to his feet, and forces Downing back to a lackadaisical base before him; holding him by the chin, and forcing him to look into his eyes as he then begins berating the newcomer . . .

SMACK

“NO!”

The Wh_ then clamps his right hand around Downing’s throat, steps forward, and hoists him high into the air to deliver a powerful Chokeslam!

“AW!”

Downing bounces off the canvas, yet again, and instinctively rolls over onto his stomach; allowing The Wh_ to then walk around to where he is standing at Matt’s head, push him right back to his feet, and double him over with a huge right foot to the midsection. He then wraps his right arm around Downing’s neck, hoists him up into the air in what appears to be an attempted vertical suplex, and turns 180 degrees to deliver the Orange Crush!

“AW!”

Downing lands in-between The Wh_’s legs, and the big man merely hooks both of his legs over his shoulders for the deciding pinfall:

ONE . . .

TWO . . .

THREE . . .

DING! DING! DING!

“Heretic Anthem” picks up where it had been cut off only minutes before, and The Wh_ tosses Downing’s lower torso to the side before pushing back to his feet. The official then grabs his right wrist, and tosses his arm into the air to declare him the winner . . .

Buffer: “Here is your winner . . .

The WH_!”

The Wh_ then pushes the referee away, and steps over the top rope of the west side before dropping down to the floor. At this point in time, Jerome Novaho begins walking down the aisle from the backstage area; passing The Wh_ as he begins to make his way back up the aisle, and rolling inside the ring to confront the unconscious Matt Downing. The Wh_ then turns his back to the stage, and watches on as Novaho proceeds to slap at Downing’s face.

Matt doesn’t respond, so Novaho places his hands on his hips and looks out into the crowd in what appears to be a look of deep thought; quickly snapping back to reality, forcing Downing to his feet, and executing an unnecessary “Super Nova”!

“BOO!”

The crowd is absolutely livid by this, and respond in kind by tossing various pieces of garbage toward the ring. Novaho simply waves it off, and then mocks Downing by striking his own signature taunt in the middle of the ring; grinning sheepishly at the thought of what has just transpired, which serves as the perfect distraction for the following . . .

CRACK

“AW!”

From out of seemingly nowhere, Donny Ramon appears from the backstage area to lambaste The Wh_ with a HARSH chair shot to the top of the skull! The big man goes down to his hands and knees, and Ramon responds to this with a second, equally as devastating shot to the spine!

CRACK

“AW!”

Ramon then spikes the chair to the floor below the ramp, and takes off into the crowd as Jerome Novaho begins racing toward him; remaining loyal to his brand, and for no other reason, as the camera fades out to black for a commercial break . . .

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The camera opens on a shot of Amy, Steve, Danny, and Jack sitting in the DJ locker room watching TV. Moments later, the door swings open and in walks their leader, JD Wheeler. To what should be no one's surprise, JD seems to be pissed off once again and is clutching some papers in his right hand very tightly. The others are too absorbed watching the TV to notice.

JD: Hey guys, a funny thing happened to me today.

Amy: (Without taking her eyes off the TV) JD, can we all talk later? House is talking to us right now.

JD: How is that possible? House doesn't even come on Fridays. I haven't seen a new episode in months.

Danny: Jack's mom has been taping and sending them to us every week there's a new episode.

JD: And...how come I'm only learning about this now?

Danny: I told Amy to let you know.

Amy: I told Steve to take care of it.

Steve: I told Jack to tell you.

FMJ: Tell JD what?

JD nods his head.

JD: Of course.

JD walks over to the group and shuts off the TV.

Steve: What the hell you doing?

JD: Don't worry Steve, I've got a much more entertaining story to tell. For you see, an interesting event occurred when I stopped by the bank today.

Suddenly, everyone in the room minus JD begins to tense up. JD takes this as a sign he's on to something.

JD: It was truly a once in a lifetime experience. I drove by the ATM machine, stuck my card in, and put in my PIN number. Then the machine spit my card back out, and then it laughed at me. Who wants to try to explain this first one to me?

Amy: Well...

JD: (To himself) Oh I knew she would.

Amy: I would've thought Sophia explained to you by now that you gotta stick it in the right way and push the right buttons.

Amy smirks for a couple of seconds 'til she sees the look on JD's face and quickly wipes it off her face.

JD: While I was pondering why my account has been nearly depleted, that's when I noticed this.

Holds up the papers in his hand.

JD: I've been getting bills for some very extravagant purchases that I never remembered buying. So at first, I figured some stranger has stolen my identity. But then I've been looking at my luck so far, and figured that would be way too easy. I would think God would find more humor in the situation if it was someone I know. So I ask y'all again, does anyone know anything about this?

No one says a word for a few seconds as the tension builds up. Suddenly, Steve breaks the silence.

Steve: It was all them JD! I was totally against it from the start! They decided to spend all of your money on themselves!

Danny: You motherfucker!

Danny gives Steve a quick elbow to the stomach and Steve doubles over in pain. JD begins shuffling through the papers.

JD: Figures. Though I must admit, these are some impressive items. Cars, expensive meals, luxury suites, pool table, pinball machines, new stereo system.....and I can only guess who spent $100 on a stick of gum.

Everyone looks in Jack's direction.

FMJ: The guy told me the wrapper was made of silver.

JD rubs his forehead in an attempt to calm himself down.

JD: Amy, how many of the items on here are your doing?

Amy: Now that's insulting JD. I can't believe you have such little trust in your little sister. I can honestly tell you that I did not purchase one item on that list.

Steve: It's true. She's been the one who has been withdrawing money from your account.

Amy: Bastard.

Amy gives Steve a quick punch to the gut.

JD: And what exactly have you been doing with my money?

Amy: Oh....uhh...I-I've just been....umm...in-in-investing it for you. That's all.

Steve: (Still in pain) She's been going to strip clubs.

JD: WHAT?!

Amy: You rubber loving Barbie thumper!

Amy punches Steve square in the jaw, knocking him out of his seat.

JD: How often have you been going?!

Amy: (Nervous) I-It's only been a c-couple of times and Steve, if you say one word, you're getting a kick in the nuts.

JD:Then just tell me this, exactly how much of my money has found its way into the crotches of sweaty, oily men?

Amy: How would I know? I never count it, I just....you know....stuff it in there.

Amy smiles just thinking about it. JD looks like he's about to blow.

Danny: JD look, don't you think you're making a big deal out of this?

JD: (Sarcastic) Oh you're right Danny. What was I thinking? I mean, it's just y'all stealing my money and forging my name for the past couple of months. Hell, let me make it up to y'all. Jet planes for everyone!

FMJ: Hey there we go!

JD: Shut up Jack.

It is at this time that the Onslaught GM Stone Cold Steve Austin makes his way into the DJ locker room. JD notices him out of the corner of his eye.

JD:And this must be the icing on the death cake. What do you want?

Stone Cold: What? You saying Stone Cold can't come barging into your room for a change? What?

JD: Would you stop doing that?!!

Danny quickly jumps up and heads over to Stone Cold.

Danny: I'm sorry Mr. Austin. What my friend meant to say was it's pleasure to see you today and it's honor that you grace us with your appearance.

JD: Hey wait a minute!!

JD gets in Danny's face.

JD: What the hell are you doing sucking up to this guy?

Danny: Look. Me and Steve haven't had any matches lately and he's the only one who can get us some. The more matches we have, the more we get paid.

JD: Just sit back down.

Danny does as he is told.

Stone Cold: So how's your day been?

JD: Well if you must know it's been horrible. I just found out....

Stone Cold: (Interrupting) That's nice. Son, I've got something that will make your day even better.

JD: Gonna stick a hand grenade down my pants?

Stone Cold: Doubt it would hurt anything. No, I've booked you in a tag match tonight.

JD: Tag match? Against who?

Stone Cold: The Furious Ones. You know, that team you seemed to have a problem with last week. I figured you’d want some revenge.

JD: Revenge for what?

Stone Cold: For them attacking you after your match.

JD: But I took care of that 5 seconds later. I don’t want to face them. Beating them again will do nothing for me. Might as well fight someone on Unleashed.

Stone Cold: While I agree on that last part, I don’t give a damn what you think. You’re in the match and that’s that.

JD: Well…then who’s my partner?

Stone Cold: That has yet to be determined.

JD: Why?

Stone Cold: I haven’t decided yet.

JD: Well then how am I suppose to prepare for this match? Why can’t one of my guys be my partner?

Stone Cold: Because Jack should be focusing his attention on the American title and I’d hate to split up your other two buddies. See, Stone Cold’s trying to work with y’all here.

JD looks around the room: at his friends, at Stone Cold, at the bills in his hand…just trying to comprehend everything. He then looks up.

JD: Having another slow day God? Is that what’s going on here? (To Stone Cold) If I do this, will I get a title shot?

Stone Cold: No.

JD: Will you at least think about it?

Stone Cold:Umm…no.

JD sighs.

JD: I know you’re up to something. I don’t know what it could be, but I know it’s design to fuck with me.

Stone Cold: You’re just paranoid son. Why would Stone Cold do that to you? Now I’ll just leave you alone to get ready for your match. Good luck out there.

Stone Cold gives a slight smirk as he heads out the door.

JD: (Sarcastic) Oh yeah, life is good.

Camera fades to black.

[Raz]

The camera opens on a shot of Dean Stewart running down the hallway, apparently chasing someone.

Stewart:Hey wait up! I need a word with you!

After a couple of seconds, Stewart finally catches up with the man who he was chasing: JD Wheeler. Wheeler stops in his tracks when Stewart grabs him and stares at Stewart while he's catching his breath. After a few moments, Stewart finally collects himself.

Stewart: JD, can I get a word with you?

Wheeler looks him up and down.

Wheeler: Ah hell why not? It's not like this day could get any worse. What do you want Dean?

Stewart: Well first off, tonight you are in a tag match against Furious Ones and you don't who your partner is gonna be.

Wheeler: Insightful as always Dean. Yes, truth be told this isn't the ideal situation I want to be in. I would be better off having my neck shaved by Stevie Wonder. But since Stone Cold is leaving me no choice in the matter, the best the way to stick it to him is to just simply go out there and do what I always do, partner or no. And don't go asking me who I think my partner is gonna be. It no longer matters to me and I could care less. I'm already prepared for the worse. That's pretty much become a routine thing for me lately. So I say to Stone Cold to give me his best shot.

Stewart: Well then lets talk about what happen on Onslaught last week.

Wheeler: What about last week Dean?

Stewart: You know, about Nathan Versus showing up on the show and you two getting a little war of words. Versus said that he holds nothing against you and even apologized for eliminating you from the Melee. Question is, do you believe that Versus was telling you the truth?

Wheeler: You know, that did kinda catch me by surprise. I always thought the old man was stubborn bastard, but I was impress how he was finally able to admit his true feelings about me. If there is one thing JD Wheeler does best, it's command respect. And I'm a pretty good judge of character Dean. So I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and I'm gonna let him slide on this one. He's a lucky one Dean. Doing him a huge favor. Not many people ever escape from my crosshairs once they're locked in. Now he can go tell all his friends how he escaped the great JD Wheeler's wrath. It's quite an honor really. Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

Wheeler gives one of his trademark smirks.

Wheeler: Well now I feel good about helping someone out. Anything else you want Dean?

Stewart: No that's about it.

Wheeler: Well then if you excuse me Dean, I've got a...ummm...."tag team" to take care of.

Wheeler exits the shot on his way to the ring leaving Dean by himself.

Camera fades to black.

[Raz]

Bruce Buffer: The following contest is the main event of the evening.

"Step Up" by Drowning Pool hits the speakers signaling the arrival of The Furious Ones. The lights cut and both Darius "Desolation" Jones and Dallas "The Butcher" Quaid hit the ring from different parts of the audience, charging the ring from two angles, while getting the crowed RILED UP!. They get a somewhat mixed reaction.

Bruce Buffer: Introducing first..... weighing in at a combined weight of 610 pounds..... Darius "Desolation" Jones and Dallas "The Butcher" Quaid..... The Furious Ones.

The mixed reaction is altered when "Bodies" by Drowning Pool begins to play. The lights change to a blue hue and a fog appears from behind the curtains. JD Wheeler then appears from behind the curtain, stops at center stage, and poses for the crowd. After a few seconds, he then rushes to the ring and poses for the crowd again by climbing the turnbuckle, rolling his forearms, and then does a back flip off the turnbuckle.

Bruce Buffer: Their opponents..... first from Dallas, Texas and weighing in at 198 pounds..... representing Dallas Justice..... JD Wheeler.

Cheers can be heard all around as JD salutes the fans. He then turns to the entrance waiting for his tag partner. The lights dim, as "Enae Volare Mezzo" by ERA begins. The intro of his music plays, as Nathan Versus is raised from under the stage on a platform. Looking somewhat out of place in front of the Onslaught entrance. On either side of the stage, fireballs are sent into the air every few seconds. The arena remains dim, illuminated by strobe lighting and the fireballs, whilst Versus walks to the ring, his eyes focused on the opponents standing in the ring.

Before entering the ring, Versus stands on the outside, cracking his knuckles, loosening his neck and shoulders and jumps up and down on the spot a few times…

Bruce Buffer: His partner..... from Hell’s Kitchen, New York City, New York and weighing in at 252 pounds..... representing CCW Unleashed..... "One Man Army" Nathan Versus.

A large roar rises up as Versus and JD stand side by side. Neither man turning their gaze away from each other. They're snapped out of it when The Furious Ones charge at them and attack as the referee quickly calls for the bell to begin the contest. Jones tackles Versus into the corner and starts putting the boots to him while Quaid bounces some fists off of JD's skull.

Mathews: This match sure has kicked off with a bang. Nathan Versus isn't getting a warm welcome to Onslaught.

Malenko: As great as JD and Versus may be, the team in this match is The Furious Ones. Experience as a duo could pay off in this contest.

Quaid whips JD into the ropes and catches him coming off with an attempt at a back body drop. JD though twists in mid-air and lands on his feet behind Quaid. By the time he turns around JD catches him with a Drill Kick knocking Quaid down to the mat.

In the corner Versus starts to fight back against Jones with the two exchanging fists. Eventually Versus gets the edge and pummels Jones with a series of Elbow Strikes before he falls to the canvas. Both of The Furious Ones then roll to the outside to regroup. In the ring Versus and JD stand tall to the delight of the crowd.

After a couple of minutes The Furious Ones are ready and Versus agrees to step onto the apron as JD locks up with Quaid. JD is overpowered and shoved halfway across the ring. Quaid laughs until JD charges straight back at him. Quaid swings his arm looking for a Clothesline but JD ducks it and hits the ropes. As he does Jones gets a stiff kick into JD's back unseen by the official. JD stumbles away from the ropes into the clutches of Quaid who lifts him up onto his shoulders. Quaid then spikes JD into the mat with a Death Valley Driver. Followed by a relaxed cover.


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JD shoots his shoulder up to the delight of the crowd.[/i]

Malenko: My point about experience as a team was just proved right. Versus didn't even try and make the save for JD.

Mathews: But Versus was just following the rules. He and JD have shown that they can both win matches without cheating.

Quaid drops a knee into the windpipe of JD before heading over to Jones and tagging him into the contest. Jones puts a few boots to JD before deciding to scale the turnbuckle. Jones takes his time reaching the top rope as the arena jeers him. Once there though he gets his balance and dives off with a Leg Drop. JD though had used the time to recover and rolled out of the way leaving Jones to connect with nothing but canvas.

The fans go wild as JD nips up onto his feet with his fists clenched ready to fight back. Jones struggles to his feet clutching at his leg. Once he reaches a vertical base JD sends him right back down with an Enziguri. With Jones floored JD hits the ropes again but this time Versus slaps him on the back tagging himself in. At first JD seems slightly pissed but he then steps aside to let Versus get to work.

Versus lifts up Jones and brings him into the corner. Jones in a daze tries to cover his face, Versus though kicks at his ribs forcing Jones to drop his guard. As he does Versus catches him with a flurry of fists and then elbows. The crowd eat it up and chant his name.

Mathews: You have to admit Mr. Malenko that right now Nathan Versus and JD Wheeler are the team on top in this contest.

Malenko: For now Josh. But the pendulum can swing the other way at any moment. Believe me.

Versus then looks to whip Jones into the other turnbuckle but mid-ring Jones reverses it sending Versus into the turnbuckle with a THUD!. Versus though fights back the pain and charges straight back out of the corner and puts Jones through a loop with The Decapitator. Versus though isn't able to go for the pin straight away as the pain of colliding with the turnbuckle causes some trouble for his back. After several seconds he is finally able to drop down with a cover.


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Quaid comes to his partner's rescue and breaks up the pinfall driving his boot into the back of Versus. As the referee removes Quaid, Jones gets to his knees and pounds away on the back of Versus with some vicious forearms.

As the crowd watch on in silence Jones pulls Versus to his feet with a handful of hair. He then lifts him into the air before dropping him back first across his knee with a Backbreaker. Followed by a hook of the leg and lateral press.


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Versus just kicks out before the 3.

Malenko: Once again I'm proved right. This time JD doesn't come to the aid of Versus. These guys aren't a real team like The Furious Ones.

Mathews: Maybe due to the singles success these two men have achieved they struggle to find a tag team mindset.

Jones drives some more boots into the back of Versus before tagging Quaid back in. The crowd start to boo as The Furious Ones start to show a swagger. Jones berates the crowd as Quaid pulls Versus up to one knee. Quaid shouts at Versus, so close that his saliva actually lands on Versus face. Almost in an instant Versus hooks the leg of Quaid and pulls him down to the canvas with an Inside Cradle.

As the referee looks to make the count Jones climbs through the ropes. JD sees it and springs onto the top rope and cuts off Jones with a Springboard Crossbody. Leaving the official to make the count.


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Bruce Buffer: Here are your winners by pinfall..... JD Wheeler & Nathan Versus.

Following the sounding of the bell Quaid gets back to his feet and attempts to attack Versus. However Versus avoids the attempted punch and stuns Quaid with a European Uppercut. The impact sees Quaid fall back through the ropes to the outside. Jones is then sent to join him as JD connects with a Dropkick.

Mathews: They did it Mr. Malenko. Quick thinking from Versus and JD keeping Jones at bay. What a victory.

Malenko: I have to admit I couldn't see JD and Versus pulling that one off. I'll admit when I'm wrong.

As the referee raises their hands Versus calls for a microphone. Once he receives it he turns to his tag partner.

Versus: I just wanna make something clear for everybody. No matter what misunderstandings or tension there may have previously been. I respect JD Wheeler.

Versus then stretches his hand out. JD seems weary and looks to the crowd for support. He gets a mixed reaction. After some deliberation he agrees and the two shake hands. Before letting go Versus raises the mic to his lips again.

Versus: You know what I like about you most JD. You're so..... gullible.

As quick as a flash Versus yanks JD toward him catching him with a kick to the groin. With JD doubled over Versus drops the mic and hooks the arms of JD and executes the Tiger Driver '91. The arena goes mad with the fans jeering and a small section of Versus fans going crazy.

Versus: At Resurrection you cost me the chance to fulfill my destiny and win back MY World Heavyweight Championship at Night of The Immortals II. You should know that you "Don't Fuck With Destiny". So now I'm gonna make you pay. What better place to end JD's career then the place where my legacy will thrive..... Night of The Immortals II.

As the crowd sit stunned Versus drops the mic onto JD and exits the ring. He then exits through the heated crowd as the members of Dallas Justice rush to the ring to check on JD.

Malenko: This means at Night of The Immortals II. JD Wheeler up against Nathan Versus.

Mathews: It also means Onslaught up against Unleashed.

Fade to commercials...

[Raz]

The crowd are hyped up they applaud the CCW show so far and in anticipation for the main event coming up, the camera scans around the Ft. Lauderdale crowd as Bruce Buffer makes his way into the ring from around the announcers area and prepares to announce the competitors.

Bruce: "Ladies and Gentleman, our next match is scheduled for a one fall and is the MAIN EVENT of the evening.... introducing first"

"Smooth Operator" by Sade mellows around the arena as Marcus Knight makes his way out slowly to the top of the ramp, the crowd show their appreciation to the former Global Champion by showering him with insults, as usual he has an air of confidence surrounding him as sniffs the air very similar to the way the Rock does but instead scrunches up his face as if theres an unpleasant smell and spits on the ramp, this doesn't land well with the crowd who boo even louder.

Bruce: "From Washington DC, weighing in at 235 pounds, 'The Smooth Operator' Marcus Knight!!"

Marcus moves down the ramp, only to stop half way when he spots a gorgeous blond behind the barrier, he walks over but shes none impressed and kisses an average guy beside her, Marcus smiles and knocks out the guy and takes some of the fans drink to spit over the blonde, when he does some of the ringside crew break it up and push Marcus towards the ring, he gets to the ring and rubs his chin a few times before removing his robe and climbing into the ring, once in there he settles into the corner to await his opponent as his music fades out to a booing crowd.

Bruce: "And his opponent......"

"Big Time" by Soundtrack of Our Lives flares up to a roar from the crowd, as the number one contender for the heavyweight title makes his way out to the main arena, he walks throught the curtain to be blinded with photographs from all side, this doesn't phase him at all though as he dances around at the top of the ramp before dropping to his knees in tribute to Shawn Michaels, fireworks shoot up from behind him in a line back and forth, while he lifts his arms up in the air, when the pyro has finished he jumps back to feet.

Bruce: "From San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 256 pounds, Shawn Greene!!"

At the announcment of the name, the crowds volume shoots up again, Shawn then makes his way down the ramp, tagging the fans on the way, he spots the blonde that Marcus tried it on with and takes her hand to kiss it, she smiles and the camrea glances at Marcus fuming in the ring, Shawn continues toward the ring, now at full speed, he slides under the bottom rope and sets himself up for his 2nd pose but just as he settles into it, Marcus has had enough and boots Shawn in the head.

Mathews: "Now there was no need for that, the match hasn't even started yet!"

The bell rings but Marcus is aready into the match continuing to punch a startled Shawn Greene, Knight eventually pushes Greene back to the ropes and springs him off them to whip Greene across the ring, Shawn comes back too quickly for Knight so the Smooth Operator drops to the mat for Shawn to go over him, when Shawn has past he gets back up and again and prepares for Greene, but Shawn is one step ahead and on the return jumps over Marcus to rebound off the ropes once more but this time Marcus is ready and waiting with a Kitchen Sink to Shawns midsection causing him to flip over and down to the mat, Marcus doesn;t let up at all and is quick to follow up with an Armbar submission hold.

Shawn tries to slap Knight's legs away from his arm but eventually he makes a break for a nearby rope which he reaches with ease, the hold is broken and Knight is back to feet and shows his relentlessness with some hard stiff kicks to the face of Greene before raising the young contender to his feet, they grapple centre of the ring, Knight has the obvious advantage after the early offence, so he continues his dominance in the match by putting his right foot around shawn's left leg and using that to trip the former American champion and take him off his feet, still with a grip on Greene, Knight tries a quick pinning attempt by pushing Greene's shoulders to the mat.

Malenko: "I think Greene's on dream street here, is it over already?"

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No! Knight still refuses to let go of the grapple that he has the advantage of, so instead he flips Shawn over and locks in a Seated Sleeper hold, Shawn tries to fight it but the hold is too strong and he starts to fade out, after a few moments of Shawn being motionless, the referee then grabs Greene's hand and drops it, it gets lifted again and dropped but this time it stays up and his fist clenches and shakes as if he was psyching himself up, Shawn then starts to get back to his feet again with Marcus Knight still holding on to Shawn's head but with a worried look on his face, Greene starts battling back into the match.

Crowd: "Come on Greene!!"

Greene punches Knight in the stomach a few times but the Smooth Operator keeps his grip, Greene then tries to push Marcus back to the corner but as they approach the corner Marcus spins around to put Greene into the turnbuckle, this however gives Shawn an opening to attack, because once Knight throws Greene into the corner he lets the former American Champion of his grip and takes a step back, when he runs back to Shawn he receives a back elbow to the face, Knight staggers back a few paces, while Greene jumps up onto the 2nd rope and launches himself at Knight with a Crossbody, getting back up again, Shawn pumps himself up, feeling the win in his grasp, Marcus gets to his feet aswell but Greene is onto him and throwing some right hands on the former Global Champion, Greene then whips Knight to the ropes nearest the ramp and on the return hits picture perfect dropkick that snaps into the face of Knight, flipping him backwards and landing on his face.

Mathews: "This crowd is about to explode, Shawn is really getting into the match now"

Shawn picks up the groggy Knight and delivers a Full Nelson Slam sending Knight back to the mat again, Shawn then looks over at the corner and the crowd erupt, knowing instantly what he's thinking, he walks over and climbs the turnbuckle, lining himself up, he then catapults off the top and like his mentor he lands a Diving Elbow onto his downed opponent, drilling his elbow into the Sternum of Knight, Shawn goes into a cover and the crowd count with the referee.

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No!! Knight kicks out

Mathews: "How in the world did Knight kick out of that one?"

Malenko: "Josh, this man is a former Global Champion and has been through a Hell in a Cell, Shawn should have known that this wouldn't be the end"

Shawn raises Knight back up to his feet and lays in a few punches to the gut before whipping his adversary across the ring again, Shawn goes for a Lariat but Knight sees it coming and ducks it, Shawn turns around to see Knight coming back at him again and he catches the Smooth Operator and tosses him over his head in a Belly to Belly Suplex which sees Knight land hard on the mat over the far side of the ring, Greene is about to go for another cover but he then gets an idea in his head, he then goes for the legs of Knight and is quick to lock in a Sharpshooter, Knight springs to life, screaming out in pain, he looks all around him for a way out, luckily theres a rope nearby which he starts to pull himself towards, as Knight gets closer and closer Shawn resists more, in a matter of moments Knight is just centimetres away from the ropes, he makes one last dive for them but at that moment Shawn pulls away from the ropes bringing Marcus back to the centre of the ring, Knight holds out his arm to tap.

Crowd: "Tap, Tap, Tap...."

But Knight instead manages to twist his body around and release one of his feet, he kicks Greene in the lower back which forces the protege of Shawn Michaels to release the hold and nurse his back, Knight takes a moment to get his bearings again before getting back to his feet and attacking Greene, Shawn then attack back at Knight, the two men exchange blow for blow for a minute before Knight nails a low kick to gain an advantage, he then Knees Greene repeatly in the gut to make sure Shawn won't retaliate, Knight then grabs the right arm of Greene and brings Shawn down with it in an Armbar takedown move, he then switches around though to make it a Rear Naked Choke and then hooks his legs around to try and squeeze Shawn into Submission, but Shawn is diligent and won't give up, he fights with the one free hand he has and hits Marcus in the head a few times but Knight is fixated on hurting Greene and won't release the hold, Shawn then uses his head and turns himself around and manages to get both of Knights shoulders pinned to the mat.

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No! Knight kicks out of the pin, getting a little annoyed, Knight signals for the end of the match and points at Greene who has his back to Knight, Greene turns around to another kick to the gut and gets put in a Suplex position and lifts Greene up, but Shawn manages to shift his bodyweight and land behind Knight, he then shoves Knight from behind, knocking the former champion out of the ring.

Mathews: "What a counter, what a counter!! Shawn has to win this now"

Malenko: "Don't count Knight out yet Josh, he will always find a way."

Knight gets to his feet outside and kicks the ringsteps in frustration, he then throws the timekeeper out of a chair nearby and takes the chair away, he snaps it shut and makes his way to the ring, Shawn looks ready for him despite having the chair, Knight walks around the ring and climbs into the squared-circle at the ramp side of the ring, he slowly approaches Greene who looks ready to try and defend himself, the referee tries to stop Knight but gets shoved down, Knight the raises the chair above his head, but at that moment J-Man darts out from backstage to a huge roar from the crowd, he slides into the ring behind Knight and steals the chair from him, J-Man then goes to swing the chair at Knight but feints it and Knight dives out of the ring thinking he was going to get hit, the audience laugh at him, Marcus then thinks about re-entering the ring but seeing Greene and J-Man with a chair makes him 2nd guess himself and he walks up the ramp disgusted, Shawn then asks for a microphone.

Greene: "J-Man, last week I promised you an answer this week and after that little showcase there, my minds made up"

The crowd erupt into a frenzy as Shawn looks out at them.

Greene: "I'm staying right here on Onslaught!"

Mathews: "I can't believe it, it's going to be J-Man vs Shawn Greene at Night of the Immortals, what a bomb to drop tonight"

Malenko: "I guess that means that Unleasheds main event for NOTI is still undecided"

Shawn then outstretches his hand for J-Man to shake, J-Man does the same, they both point to J-Mans title which now lies at both their feet, Shawn picks it up and puts it on J-Man's shoulder and then points to himself, J-Man shakes his head as hi turns to the crowd who really don't know who to cheer for, Shawn goes to leave the ring as the match is officially announced as a No Contest, not that the crowd care after this bombshell has been dropped, as Shawn takes one step through the ropes.

CRACK!!

Mathews: "What the hell?"

CRACK

Malenko: "Holy shit!"

The crowd instantly start to boo as all they can see is Shawn on the mat, bleeding around his head and J-Man standing over him with the chair in hand a huge smile on his face.

Mathews: "What has J-Man done?"

J-Man then rains down some more chair shots onto Greene.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK

He then picks up the microphone that Shawn used just a few moments before and raises it slowly to his lips

J-Man: "You stupid son of a bitch, how did you not see this one coming? All the clues were there but your lack of intelligence prevailed."

The crowd put more heat on J-Man who just laughs it up

J-Man: "And before I get all these dumbass fans crying 'Why J-Man why?', I'm gonna tell you straight off why..... Money, its all about money."

J-Man drops the microphone and picks up the chair again to rain more blows on Shawn who was starting to come around.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK

He then throws the chair down onto an unconcious Greene before leaving the ring and Shawn in a bloody mess, he picks up his title from the outside and starts walking backwards up the ramp, surveying the damage he has caused, he raises his title into the air, as the camera changes between the two men and finally onto a smiling J-Man as Onslaught goes off the air.

Fade to black as the CCW logo flashes on and off the screen...