If the world were a happy place, there wouldn't be happy songs. If life was perfect, it would be boring. If dreams always came true, then there would be no point struggling.

Good is not a weapon.

Evil is a weapon.

Good is surviving and fighting it off to fight another day.

Happily ever after or miserable forever after. The eternal struggle. Money, politics, ego. Some people can deal with it, some people can't. This is what separate people into two categories.

Winners.

Losers.

Tonight, we will find out which one Tidal Wave Wrestling and its wrestlers fall into.

After ring announcer Amanda Smith headed to ringside and grabbed the microphone, she stood center ring, a vision in a white mini-skirt, sheer white top and white bra beneath, and of course knee-length platform boots.

"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Tidal Wave Wrestling!"

As she was about to continue speaking once the cheers died down, "Dark & Grey" by Kid Rock kicked in. And out stepped John Leary, the president and owner of Tidal Wave Wrestling. He quickly headed down the aisle and got into the ring. Amanda handed him the microphone and headed to her seat at ringside.

"Thank you to everyone for coming tonight. Now. I do have some bad news to start off the show. Unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond my control, a few people were unable to be at the show tonight. Those people being Hot Butter, Scott Hole, Dirty Old Pimp Daddy, CorX and The Franchise Player."

He paused and paced a bit before continuing on with his announcements.

"Plans fell through. But it's all going to be OK by the end of the night. You see. I had a tag team signed to come in tonight. Two of them actually. But they were signed right out from underneath me. It's been the same problem for the last few weeks. Feds closed, free agents, they keep getting snatched up with more money than I can offer them. And now I understand that this business is no longer about the quality of product. We--"

Another interruption. This time, "Demonic Refusal," straight to the music, no countdown. Serpent headed down the aisle. He got in the ring and stole the microphone from Leary's hand and waited for his music to die off, all while staring a hole through Leary.

"Just shut up. What the hell has been going on this last week? You're federation is falling apart. I call up your office and I have people telling me you don't work here anymore? Do you care to explain--"

Another interruption. "Pisschrist." Bringing out Sharc. Serpent shook his head and tossed the microphone to the mat. He backed away from Leary as Sharc slid in, armed with his barbed wire 2x4. Sharc bent down and picked up the microphone. As he was about to speak, Leary snatched the microphone from Sharc, who stared at him in disbelief.

"I know you came out here to protect me Sharc, but, why don't we just get to the point already. Tonight, you two are going one on one in my company's main event. Loser leaves TWW. But what does the winner get? There should be something of value on the line, shouldn't there? Amanda?" he said turning towards the ring announcer.

She smiled, bent down, to a nice pop from the crowd, and picked up a title belt from underneath her chair.

The TWW Title!

She handed the prestigious belt inside to Leary.

Serpent suddenly forgot about whatever he had come out here for, and Sharc the same. Both men eyed the title Leary held between them. He dropped it on the mat at their feet. Both men stepped forward and looked at each other.

There was no holding back!

Serpent struck first, unleashing several right hands into the side of Sharc's head, sending him flying to the apron. But after Serpent pulled Sharc up, he grabbed a handful of Serpent's hair and dropped him throat-first on the top rope. Sharc slid under the bottom rope and ran toward his weapon.

The barbed wire 2x4.

He picked it up and waited on Serpent, as Leary ran for the floor to avoid any problems.

As Serpent got up, he caught the slightest sight of Sharc armed, fell back to the mat and rolled out to the floor to huge boos from the crowd as he slowly walked around toward the aisle. Sharc wasn't going to just stand there and stare at him.

No, he ran right out after him and chased him up the aisle.

"All In The Family" by KoRn began playing, bringing out Steve Hayden. He was no doubt looking forward to doing battle in the war of the big egos.

And with "Get To The Gone" by Static-X, out came his opponent, Trey Rison. He took his sweet time getting to the ring, soaking up every bit of attention he could get from the crowd.

Rison was all smiles, while Hayden was all business. After the bell, they charged and locked up, with neither man budging. Eventually, they broke the hold. A second lock-up saw Rison put Hayden into a hammerlock, but Hayden dropped down and brought Rison to the mat with a leg sweep. Rison rolled backward and was back on his feet in a flash and charged at Hayden, but was brought to the mat into an arm jam, as Hayden then brutally locked in a Fujiwara armbar!

Rison clawed his way to the ropes and Hayden dropped the hold. After pulling himself up, Rison got right in Hayden's face and shoved him. Hayden shoved him right back. Rison shook his head and shoved him again.

This time, Hayden answered with punches. But Rison stood punch for punch with him, before managing to grab Hayden and lock him into a hammerlock, and quickly lift him up into a belly to back suplex!

The crowd got a bit of a cheer on that move, as Rison got up on the ropes and extended his arms, seeking his applause for his spot. Hayden shoved himself up to his feet, staring a hole through Rison, who yelled a very audible "It only gets better from that" at his foe.

But Hayden charged at Rison, who almost got done in time. Key word being almost. Hayden was all over him, with chops and punches and kicks. Hayden whipped a rocked Rison to the opposite corner, but Rison jumped onto the top rope and sprang back into Hayden's jaw with a spinning front kick!

After a quick bow to the audience, Rison stomped on Hayden's stomach, chest and head. He pulled Hayden up, only to take him right back down with a huraconrana. And a second one as Hayden got up quickly from the first. And Rison returned to the ropes and extended his hands to the mostly cheering crowd now. As always, despite his heel status, Rison was able to wow the crowd into the palm of his hands.

But once again, leaving himself wide open for an attack from Hayden, who grabbed Rison for a powerbomb. Rison, after recovering from the shock of impact, rolled out to the floor for a breather.

Mistake.

Hayden followed him out, grabbed him by the arm and violently whipped him into the steel guardrail so hard that the section of railing broke! Rison fell to the concrete as fans scattered and chairs tipped over from the unexpected development.

After a brief brawl through the crowd, Hayden started pulling Rison back to ringside. But Rison grabbed Hayden and lifted him up, crotching him around the steel post! As the crowd moaned, Rison grabbed Hayden by the head and hit an inverted DDT down to the floor.

With Hayden down, Rison went under the ring for a table. He set up the table without a problem as Hayden fought to get back up to his feet. Once there, Rison tossed him in the ring and pummelled him until he collapsed on top of the table. Rison headed up top and demanded, and received, some noise from the crowd.

MOONSAULT!

CRUNCH!

"OHHHHH!" the crowd roared at the first major spot of the night, which connected with maximum impact. The WWL was near a huge victory to start the night off.

Rison made the cover.

One!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!

The fans couldn't believe Hayden kicked out. Rison only smiled and grabbed Hayden by the legs. After a catapult over his head, Rison rolled through and turned it into his elevated Boston crab.

The Trey-K.47!

Hayden screamed out as the pressure began to really turn up, but somehow, he got out of that part, turning it into a regular Boston crab as he crawled toward the ropes, his only escape. Rison pulled him back to dead center of the ring. Hayden's face, contorted with agony, then did the unexpected. He began pushing himself up and with an amazing show of leg strength, powered out of the move!

Rison was up quickly and hit a quick corkscrew moonsault and wrapped Hayden up with a pin attempt.

One.

Two!

Th-kickout!

With that, Rison headed to the floor after a couple of stomps to Hayden's head. And then came the chairs. Four of them. He set them up in two rows of two near the corner so the seats were touching each other. He then picked up Hayden and walked him over to the turnbuckles and set him on the top.

The fans all rose to their feet. Rison got onto the second rope and hooked in Hayden, trying for a superplex. But Hayden blocked it. And hit back with several short punches, bending Rison over.

Hayden went jumped over Rison's back...

SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB ONTO THE CHAIRS!

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT" the crowd chanted in disbelief as Rison crashed through the four chairs, bending most of them to hell. Hayden quickly hopped on top of him and hooked the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell sounded. Hayden was your winner!

And Rison? Well, he was a VERY sore loser at this point.

"I Fought The Law" by The Clash brought out the challenger for the next contest. Suicide stepped out alone, carrying his trademark guitar with him. He climbed into the ring and stood up on the second turnbuckle, raising his guitar high in the air.

Then the champion came out to "Pornostar" by Buckcherry. He slowly headed down the aisle, looking for all the ladies in the crowd. He had beads and was looking for some flashing. And yes, he got one to do it. The crowd gave a nice cheer for that nice lady. And she got some beads.

But it was onto the match. The bell sounded and the two men locked up, with MMH ducking low and hitting a drop toe hold, bringing Suicide to the mat. He floated over, locking him into a headlock, but Suicide swung around from his backside and got to his feet, whipping MMH into the ropes. Collision. Nobody budges. Suicide and MMH charged to different sides of the ring and rebounded, as Suicide came with a flying side kick, but MMH went into a baseball slide, evading the offense.

MMH was quickly back up and had Suicide for an inverted atomic drop, but Suicide avoided the major blow and grabbed MMH for a jawbreaker. After MMH fell, Suicide grabbed his legs, rolled through for a pin.

One.

Two.

Kickout.

MMH connected with a kick to Suicide's gut as he charged and hit a swinging neckbreaker. MMH quickly seized the advantage and locked Suicide into a modified camel clutch, really cranking back on Suicide's neck. MMH then locked Suicide into a bow and arrow, further working on Suicide's back and neck area, no doubt trying to keep the high-flyer grounded.

After pulling Suicide back up, he whipped him into the ropes and hoisted him up in the air for a Gorilla press slam!

The crowd cheered that feat of strength from the smaller wrestler as he headed down for the quick pin attempt, getting only a short two count. MMH grabbed Suicide and hooked him for what appeared to be a fisherman suplex, but then suddenly turned the move into a beautiful neckbreaker.

MMH headed outside and climbed to the top rope, waiting on Suicide.

He dove for a missile dropkick, missing!

Suicide seized the opening, scrambling to the apron and then hitting a springboard clothesline! Still not done flying, he was quickly up on the top rope and connected with a headscissor takeover, nearly sending MMH out of the ring. He then whipped MMH into the ropes and charged at him for a flying elbow to his jaw.

Cover.

One.

Two.

No.

Suicide picked up MMH and whipped him to the ropes, but MMH held on with his arms. Suicide charged forward, only to be backdropped, but he landed safely on the apron. As MMH turned around, he was greeted by a shoulder thrust to his mid-section. And a second. Suicide leapt over the top rope, trying for a sunset flip.

But MMH caught him!!

HEADCRUSHER!

The same way he had won the Cruiserweight Title a few weeks ago!

MMH fell back on top of Suicide for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! Foot on the rope! The referee saw it just in time, even though his hand hit the mat. He quickly waved it off, telling MMH the match was not yet over. MMH shook his head, but picked up Suicide and slammed him dead center in the ring.

MMH headed back up for a frog splash!

Missed!

In a flash, Suicide was up on the top rope.

Ice cool senton bomb!

The crowd popped huge upon impact and Suicide made the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

"The winner of the match, and NEW TWW Cruiserweight Champion, Suicide." A bit of a mixed reaction for the outcome, but everyone applauded the great match Suicide had put on.

"Attitude" by Sepultura began playing, signalling it was time for the Extreme Title match. Crowbar stepped out, resting his title belt over his shoulder. He stared at the crowd from behind sunglasses before walking down the aisle. As he reached about halfway, Loki charged out from the back, jumped him and began wailing away on him with punches and kicks as fast as his body would allow. Loki tried to whip Crowbar into the railing on the aisle, but Crowbar reversed.

CRACK!

And then sending him to the other side, back again a third and fourth time. Crowbar then grabbed Loki and bulldogged him on the concrete, seizing a huge early advantage as Loki was gonna be hurting badly now in his back and face. Crowbar picked up Loki as if for a slam, but then lifted him up a bit higher and hit a rocket launcher type of maneuver, tossing him in the direction of the ring, but they were still quite a few feet away from it at this point.

Crowbar then kicked Loki the rest of the way down the aisle, in the ribs, in the head, in the legs, moving him slowly toward the ring. But then Crowbar headed under the ring and yanked out a pair of tables. And he also grabbed a few chairs and tossed them over the top rope, while Loki struggled just to get to his hands and knees.

The tables were then set up on the floor. Crowbar tossed Loki into the ring and the match became official. Crowbar grabbed a steel chair and snaked Loki's injured ????right???? leg through it. He picked up a second chair and

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!

Chair met chair met kneecap! The crowd "Ohhhed" in horror as Loki grabbed at his knee, which screamed in pain. A smile crept across Crowbar's face, he was enjoying this masterpiece theater of pain. He pulled a hobbled Loki up to his feet, though he was barely putting any pressure on his bad wheel at this point. Loki was then tossed out to the apron.

Outside, Crowbar pulled Loki onto one of the tables he had set up moments earlier. The crowd all stood to make sure they saw what devastating move was going to happen next. Crowbar left him on the table and climbed back to the apron, and then onto the second turnbuckle. Somehow, Loki got up and got up, ran the apron and locked Crowbar into a huraconrana!!!

CRUNCH!

Crowbar was now feeling some major pain after crushing through the table back first.

While the fans chanted "Holy shit" at the spot, Loki recovered from this terrible beating on the apron for several seconds, while Crowbar lay motionless in the splintered table. Loki got up first and dragged Crowbar back inside.

Cover!

One!

Two!

Shoulder up!

Not looking to do anything pretty, Loki picked up a chair. As Crowbar got to his knees, he was met with steel to his skull in rapid succession!

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!

Crowbar fell face down on the mat, unmoving. Loki turned him over and made the cover!

One!

Two!

Thre-NO!

Somehow, Crowbar was still alive. But bleeding like a pig.

He spied all the other chairs scattered on the mat and grabbed five of them, setting them in a bowling pin type of lineup. A front chair in front of two chairs in front of three chairs. Loki continued to keep Crowbar on the mat with stomps.

After his pins were set up, Loki pulled Crowbar up by the nostrils! He dragged Crowbar to the corner opposite where the deadly pins awaited and then whipped Crowbar in.

But Crowbar stopped and during the whip started to reverse it, but then grabbed Loki and lifted him up as if for a Northern lights suplex, minus the suplex. Crowbar walked Loki to the top rope and then delivered one hell of a bunch.

LOKI FELL!

CRUNCH!

Through the OTHER table that had still been unbroken on the floor!

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" the crowd again chanted in disbelief.

Both men took several seconds before there were any signs of life. But Crowbar was up first and had to drag Loki back into the ring and make the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-KICKOUT!

Frustrated, Crowbar violently pulled Loki to the corner opposite the "chair-pins."

It was time for somebody to make a strike.

After a double-handed choke, Crowbar felt the time was right. He grabbed Loki and whipped him

But got reversed!

Crowbar smashed through the chair pins! Knocking all but one over.

Sensing it was now or never, Loki pulled Crowbar into position, tossing chairs aside. He then headed to the top rope.

The fans stood, wondering if he was about to bring out the greatest move out of his bag of tricks.

HE DID!

SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!

Loki landed on Crowbar, but Loki was the one suddenly screaming in pain as the referee began the count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

The bell sounded!

"The winner of the match, and NEW, TWW Extreme Champion, LOKI THE TRICKSTER!" Amanda shouted over the fans, who were almost at deafening volume. Not a bad feat for a crowd of that size. But the cheers suddenly turned to concern, as Loki was not on his feet, not celebrating and not accepting his new titles.

Instead, the referee was calling for help from the back. A team of medics rushed out and checked to see what the problem is. It would only be assumption at this point, but it seemed as if might have blown his knee out during the shooting star press.

Slowly, they maneuvered Loki out of the ring to the floor, where he had to hop the rest of the way out of ringside, being supported by two medics the entire way. But he didn't leve without giving a little wave and a big smile to the fans, despite his obvious pain.

Both men's entrances were nothing spectacular. Syth came out to "I Sit On Acid" by the Lords of Acid and Lowlife came out to "Right Next Door To Hell" by Guns 'N' Roses.

For weeks, this rivalry had been building, and now it was time to come to a head. Syth, the former Nations Champion, a man who was never beaten while holding that titles, was facing off with the current Nations Champion. It was going to be a fight to see who had the right to call themselves the real champion.

Fittingly enough, it began with a good old fashioned brawl. Both men landed several strong punches on each other, with Lowlife getting a bit of an advantage, which he used to toss Syth out to the floor. There, he whipped the challenger into the guardrail with a crash. And after that, Syth was tossed shoulder first into the stairs.

Lowlife pulled up Syth and then lifted him up for a release spinebuster on the stairs! Syth was in deep trouble early.

The match headed back inside, where Syth recovered by getting dirty, landing a low blow, and then hooking Lowlife into the tree of woe. Syth got on the second rope and then landed stomps to Lowlife's crotch.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten!

The crowd began counting along about halfway through, once they realized it was happening. Syth then lifted Lowlife up, as he was still attached to the top rope, and then nailed a hangman's neckbreaker, sending Lowlife crashing free down to the mat.Lowlife was loosed from the top rope and grabbed at his injured area.

Cover.

One.

TWO!

No.

Lowlife kicked out.

Syth connected with several more punches. After pulling Lowlife up, Syth whipped him into the ropes and connected with a dropkick to Lowlife's jaw.

Another quick pin attempt.

One.

Two.

Thr-no.

Keeping up the quick pace, Syth's next offensive move was a tiger bomb. He held on to keep the pin.

One.

Two.

Thr-no.

Lowlife was dragging, but Syth wanted to keep momentum on his side. He pulled up the champion and walked him backward, eventually connecting with a Hot Shot on the top turnbuckle. Lowlife stood there a second before tipping over.

Another pin attempt. Another kickout just before three by Lowlife.He was a true champion throughout his career and wouldn't be going out without a lot of fight.

As Syth picked him up again, he suddenly found himself in a small package.

One.

Two.

Kickout by Syth. But Syth was up quickly and staggered Lowlife with a punch. Syth then whipped him into the corner and came charging. Right into two knees.

Lowlife stepped forward, picked Syth up and powerslammed him. Lowlife sat on his knees for a few seconds. As Syth pushed himself up to his knees, Lowlife got up and hit an enzugeri to the back of his head with quite a thud.

One.

Two.

Syth kicked out.

Lowlife yanked Syth up to his feet, whipped him to the ropes and took him down with a powerful clothesline. Next, he picked him up and took Syth back down with his dropkick. Another cover.

One.

Two.

No.

Syth was also a champion and wouldn't go out with a fight.

As Syth was pulled up this time, he came up punching. And then landed a side slam and hooked the leg, but Lowlife kicked out after a two and a half count. Both men got to their feet, with Lowlife charging, but Syth whipped him toward the ropes. Lowlife reversed, and Syth reversed....and then somehow both men ended up tumbling over the top rope but landed on the apron.

Syth hiptossed Lowlife over the top rope, but helanded on his feet and dropped Lowlife throat first down on the top rope. Lowlife collapsed to his knees and came in under the bottom rope. Syth charged with a dropkick but missed, crotching himself on the bottom rope!

Lowlife was up quick and got him into position for his release piledriver.

Lights Out!

But Syth sat up! He pounded on top of Lowlife's head and managed to drop down to the mat. After a kick to Lowlife's gut, the tables were turned and Syth had Lowlife up for his finisher, the side slam piledriver!

Emerald Fusion!

But an eye poke set Lowlife free. Not pretty, but effective. Lowlife then hit an inverted DDT and made another pin.

One.

TWO!

NO!

Lowlife picked up Syth and put him over his shoulder. He began running, as if for a running powerslam, but Syth pushed off his shoulder. As Lowlife turned around, he got a knock out right to his jaw! But before he could fall, the dazed Lowlife was on Syth's shoulder.

EMERALD FUSION!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NO!!!

The fans couldn't believe it! Somehow, Lowlife had gotten his shoulder up!

Syth headed out to the floor and stole Amanda's seat out from under her and dropped it on the mat. Syth picked up Lowlife a second time, but Lowlife kicked his way free. He tried for a clothesline, but Syth ducked. But Lowlife adapted and grabbed Syth for a swinging neckbreaker.

Somehow, Syth escaped that, spinning right out of it. Lowlife stumbled toward Syth, and this time was trapped.

CRACK!

Emerald Fusion AGAIN! This time on the chair!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell sounded.

"The winner of the match, and NEW, TWW Nations Champion. SYTH!" Amanda announced as the crowd gave a good pop for the title change. The referee raised Syth's hand and handed him the title, while he was still on his knees on the mat.He got his title back.

His title.

Syth left the ring, followed a short time later, as the fans waited with anticipation to see what else was in store for them tonight.

"Dead Man" by Fear Factory began blasting, bringing out Satanik. This was almost a case of the new model against the original, as Satanik had been molded in the image of EOE, by John Leary, after being impressed with him during the first run of TWW. Satanik was the EOE of the WWL.

And now it was time to see which one had the better staying power. EOE came out to "When We Ride On Our Enemies" by Tupac. He headed down the aisle and stepped over the top rope, ready to make Satanik a memory.

After the bell sounded, the two behemoths locked up, with EOE landing a couple of quick knee lifts and punches, but Satanik blocked and began delivering left and right punches of his own to all parts of EOE's upper body. Satanik charged for a clothesline, but EOE ducked and caught him at the same time, hitting a sideslam.

EOE powered Satanik back up and rammed him into the corner. After a few elbows to Satanik's face, EOE backed up and charged for a brutal clothesline. EOE tried for a second one, but was felled by a big foot to his face. Satanik quickly landed a leg drop from the second rope, showing off his ability to fly when the need arose.

Satanik pulled EOE up and whipped him into the ropes, but EOE reversed and as Satanik bounced back, felt a powerslam! Cover!

One!

T-kickout!

Both back on their feet, Satanik nailed a short-arm clothesline. He then grabbed EOE by the throat. The crowd began buzzing as he lifted EOE up and CHOKESLAMMED him!

Cover!

One!

Two!

NO!

Satanik lifted EOE but was met with several quick punches by the veteran. Now it was EOE's turn to lift him up.

REVERSE CHOKESLAM!

Cover!

One!

TWO!

NO!

Satanik kicked out this time. He then retreated to a corner to get a breather. And to lure EOE in for some damage, and it worked. As EOE came after him, Satanik bent him over with a kick and then unloaded with stiff forearms to EOE's back and neck. Not letting up at all, he then violently forced EOE into the corner for a brutal, brutal beating consisting of stomps and punches and then eventually a huge boot on EOE's throat.

After rolling outside, Satanik grabbed EOE by the hair and landed an elbow shot to his throat. Satanik flipped him over and then repeated the move to his neck. Satanik then came back inside and was ready to finish this one off.

As he tried for a powerbomb, EOE ended up backdropping Satanik! That took some major power, and Satanik took a nasty bump on that fall. Satanik got to his feet, and EOE charged, connecting with a huge clothesline.

Now it was EOE's turn for a major ass whooping, as he stomped and pounded on Satanik, who had retreated to a corner. The fans erupted with every destructive blow, feeling the impact. EOE lifted Satanik up and then put his big foot against his throat, trying to choke most of the life out of his opponent.

Satanik was hurting as EOE went for the finish.

But instead, Satanik had an answer...in the form of an uppercut to EOE's crotch.

EOE collapsed to his knees, but as Satanik got up, had his eyes gouged. Both men struggled to get to their feet, but EOE's vision was clear and he clotheslined Satanik over the top rope and Satanik landed with a thud on the floor.

As the fight headed outside, EOE grabbed Satanik and then banged Satanik's head against the steel post.

And again.

And a third time.

And a fourth.

The crowd caught on and chanted: "FIVE....SIX....SEVEN....EIGHT....NINE......TEN!"

Satanik collapsed to the floor, now a bloody mess, as blood covered his face in just a matter of seconds. EOE dragged him back into the ring, ready to finish him off this time.

EOE powered Satanik up! Powerbomb!

But EOE couldn't hold on this time. Satanik was far too much man to power up three times in a row. But that didn't mean EOE was done powerbombing Satanik. Because he pulled Satanik up again and set him into position.

For a second release powerbomb.

But there was one more to go. The bloody and battered Satanik was once again pulled into position as the crowd chanted "E-O-E, E-O-E."

One last ELEVATED POWERBOMB!

The Three Drills To Hell was complete!

EOE made the cover!

One!

Two!

THREE!

The previous matches of the evening may have settled some personal scores, but now it was not just personal. There was also some major business involved. The stakes were at the point where this had become a loser leaves TWW match, as the two participants have no intentions of sharing the same federation.

They hated each other. And it was time for the final showdown. And it was highly unlikely more than one man would be walking out of the ring.

"Pisschrist" by Fear Factory began to blast and the crowd got to their feet. Out stepped the man who would be taking Tidal Wave Wrestling on his back and defending the company and his friend, the owner of TWW, John Leary. Sharc, as usual, walked down the aisle, not showing any hint of fear, or any emotion for that matter. He walked around to every side of the ring and raised his arms in the air, getting a very nice reaction from the crowd. Sharc headed inside and then waited on the countdown.

"10...9...8...7...6...6...6..."

"Demonic Refusal" began blaring, bringing out Serpent to a chorus of boos. Tonight, he was the man carrrying the barbed wire 2x4. He raised his weapon high in the air as he walked down the aisle, taunting Sharc. But surprisingly, once he got to ringside, he dropped the board on the floor and got inside. He walked close to his opponent and the two stared at each other, separated by inches.

The bell sounded. The fans still stood, feeling the hatred between these two men.

Sharc slapped Serpent!

Who returned the insult with left and right punches, not in the mood for taunting, more into hurting tonight. Serpent whipped Sharc into the ropes and took him down with a clothesline. Serpent got down on the mat and pounded away on Sharc's skull. But Sharc lifted his legs up and ended up kneeing Serpent in the jaw, giving him a breather.

As both men got up, Sharc landed a chop. "Whooo!" the crowd responded.

And another. "Whooo!"

And another. "Whoooo!"

Sharc was sending a message to Serpent with the chops, a staple of Serpent throughout his career. And he reversed the offense, grabbing Sharc by the throat and forcing him to the corner for a series of fast and painful chops that elicited "Whooos" from the crowd and pain in Sharc's chest.

But Sharc pulled out a vicious chop which rocked Serpent, then lifted him up and dropped him throat first on the top rope. One last chop sent Serpent flying over the top rope and crashing to the mat.

Sharc pulled Serpent up to his feet and then whipped him brutally into the steel steps with a crash. Sharc went right after him, raining down punches to Serpent's head. But somehow, Serpent pushed himself up, locked Sharc into a bit of a bear hug and then ran him into the steel post.

After catching his breath of a couple of seconds, Serpent grabbed Sharc by the hair and launched him over the railing into the crowd. Sharc topped over some fans and landed in the second row! As Serpent came for Sharc, he picked up chairs and just threw them at his fallen opponent. One after another without a break.

Serpent dug Sharc out from under the folding chairs and then tossed him back over the railing to the mats. Serpent went under the ring and pulled out…a toolbox! He opened up the box and pulled out a wrench. He aimed, as if for Sharc's face, but he blocked it, leaving his ribs exposed. Sharc collapsed, but Serpent got a couple more shots into Sharc's ribs.

After a bit of a struggle, Serpent shoved Sharc back into the ring. He also slid the toolbox into the ring and then went after Sharc to inflict more damage with his weapon. Instead, he was greeted with kick after kick, after kick, eventually forcing Serpent to drop the wrench. Gasping for breath, Sharc dove past Serpent and got to the toolbox.

He had a screwdriver!

Sharc took Serpent down and began viciously stabbing at Serpent's forehead! Serpent broke the assault with a wild left handed punch to Sharc's temple. Serpent went for the toolbox to see what else he could find. He picked it up and dumped all the tools onto the mat.

Apparently, he found his weapon.

Serpent waited on Sharc to get up.

THUD!

Toolbox to the head.

Serpent lifted Sharc up and set him up on the top turnbuckle. He climbed up top and looked back at the mess. They all rose to their feet, fearing what was about to happen. Perhaps a top rope brainbuster. But Sharc fought Serpent off with stiff rights. Sharc got his feet free and grabbed a handful of Serpent's hair and dove off, dropping Serpent throat first on the top rope.

Sharc headed up to the top rope. The fans rose up as Sharc dove!

And MISSED!

Hitting nothing but tools. Sharc grabbed at his right elbow, as it appeared he banged it onto either a hammer or some other weapon on the mat. Serpent saw it and grabbed Sharc's arm. He pulled him toward the corner and slammed his arm against the steel post. Sharc screamed out in agony as Serpent repeated the move in rapid succession, not letting go of the arm.

Serpent lifted Sharc up and grabbed both of his arms behind his back and then brutally began lifting Sharc off the mat, putting a lot of pressure on various parts of Sharc's arms. Sharc screamed in pain but used his legs to break the hold.

Then, Serpent began to zero in on Sharc's neck. Stomping it, dropping knees and elbows onto it, and then hitting a leg drop. No doubt setting him up for a brainbuster, weakening the entire area. Serpent lifted Sharc up and put him in the corner for even more vicious chops.

DDT!

Cover by Serpent!

One.

TWO...

THRE-KICKOUT!

Now, the bloody Serpent was looking for payback. He grabbed the bloody screwdriver and began ripping Sharc's flesh apart. Once Sharc's forehead was gushing blood, Serpent grabbed the toolbox again. He bashed the box into Sharc's lower back, now going after Sharc's weakness.

Sharc struggled to pull himself up, but now couldn't.

Serpent smiled and stomped away more on Sharc's back. The crowd chanted for Sharc, but it wasn't helping as Serpent picked up Sharc for a powerslam!

Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-SHOULDER UP!

Both men were now bloody messes. But Serpent was the one moving. He headed to the floor and retrieved the stairs. He tossed them over the top rope and came back into the ring. He picked up the stairs and struggled to get onto the second rope, but he got there. And waited.

THUD!

Until Sharc got up, just to take him right back down with a stairshot to the skull.

Another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-Shoulder up!

Serpent shook his head but then went for a hammer that was laying on the mat. He picked it up and came back, ready to take out Sharc permanently.

As Serpent stood over Sharc, ready to deal a death blow, Sharc lifted both knees right into Serpent's crotch! He dropped the hammer, which Sharc snatched out of the air and then bent up and whacked Serpent in the jaw.

It looked like a couple teeth went flying out of Serpent's mouth after the blow, getting a huge reaction from the crowd as Serpent fell to the mat, grabbing his jaw.

Sharc, exhausted, bloody and in serious pain, struggled to get on top of Serpent for a cover of his own.

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP.

Sharc pulled himself up using the ropes, grabbing at his aching back, and then picked up Serpent and rammed him toward the turnbuckles. After ramming his shoulder into Serpent a couple of times, with one last blast of strength, he turned Serpent around and put him on the top turnbuckle!

No doubt thinking about a top rope Blood in the Water!

But Sharc had to pause a moment before he could head up there with him. Giving Serpent just enough of an opening. He elbowed Sharc in the head and got himself set around on the middle rope.

Inverted DDT!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

NO! FOOT ON THE ROPE! Sharc's foot was on the rope!

Both men just laid there for several seconds, not moving. Serpent stirred first, trying to drag the dead weight of Sharc off the mat. For his finisher.

The brainbuster

Then the crowd erupted as Epitome Of Evil was in the ring! EOE grabbed Serpent, as Sharc fell back to the mat. Serpent looked at him, his blood masking the confusion that no doubt was on his face.

Kick to the gut.

Head between his legs.

POWERBOMB!

ANOTHER POWERBOMB!

And a final ELEVATED POWERBOMB!

THREE DRILLS TO HELL!

EOE grabbed Sharc by the hair and the tights and threw him on top of Serpent!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

The bell sounded!

TWW had done it! They completed the sweep! And Sharc was the new Tidal Wave Wrestling Champion.

As Sharc rolled off of Serpent and laid across the bottom rope, he looked up to see Epitome Of Evil staring down at him.

The stare seemed to last forever. Sharc reached for the top rope and pulled himself up.

Sharc had won the match. He had beaten Serpent. But with some major help from EOE.

Was this a plan? As the old saying goes, sometimes the simplest plan is the most effective. If the two had planned this, they'd pulled it off perfectly. Nobody from the WWL was in the right mind-set to come out and defend a losing cause. And nobody would dare come out and play with EOE after what he'd done to Satanik, the biggest member of the roster.

Or was it a case of one-upmanship? EOE showing Sharc that he was the man to be feared in TWW. The man who controls the destiny or fate of the company from here on out. The man who wants the spotlight even more.

Or a big fuck you? Let's face it, Sharc and EOE have never gotten along. This could be EOE out for himself, staying true to his word that he was going to make sure TWW didn't die. Basically letting Sharc know that EOE could do whatever he wants.

Both men raised their arms in the air in victory.

TWW had won.

But now what?

Suddenly, "Swandive" by hed(pe) began playing. A song nobody belonged to here in TWW. Sharc and EOE stared up the ramp as a man with long red hair, dressed somewhat casually, and surrounded by a group of Secret Service looking men in suits. They led him down the aisle. And as they got closer, John Leary was found to be at the back of the group.

The man with the red hair had a microphone and stood at the center of the ring as the men in suits made a wall between the man they were protecting and the two wrestlers.

"Hello fans. My name is Chuck U. Farley. And we've got some good news for the fans of Tidal Wave Wrestling. You see, I've watched Tidal Wave Wrestling become a very solid fed in these last five weeks, and I've seen many people putting on great matches. And I wanted them to appear on my channel, genX TV. So congratulations, you won yourself a TV deal. I liked some of the wrestlers here so much, I stole them from you. But guys like you Sharc, and you EOE, just wouldn't break free of this little piece of shit federation.

"So, what's a TV owner with not quite enough star power to do? Buy the company! That's right, I, Chuck U. Farley, bought Tidal Wave Wrestling from John Leary this week. Signed, sealed and delivered. To my new company American Wrestling Entertainment."

Leary and Farley shook hands, and both men smiled.

"Of course, things change," Farley said, breaking the shake. "You see. Wrestling just isn't the draw it used to be anymore. Hell, once the network found out we were trying to bring a two-hour show to the network, well, let's just say they weren't too pleased. So Leary, guess what? You lost your spot!"

"What?"

"Yeah. It's funny. We were all set to pay a lot of people a lot of money, but the network axed American Wrestling Entertainment. It's dead for now. And probably forever, unless wrestling becomes 'cool' again. So, we were gonna keep the rights to the Tidal Wave Wrestling name, but an even better offer came down the path. Heh. TWW has a new owner. And there ain't a damn thing you can do about it."

All eyes in the ring and the crowd turned toward the entryway. There was no music when the new owner of TWW stepped out from the back. There was no pyro. No nothing. Just the man himself.

Leary's jaw dropped in horror and Sharc and EOE could only stare on in disbelief at the new boss.

The same as the old boss!

MARTIN SWIFT!

He walked down the aisle with a Cheshire cat grin on his face. He was dressed up in a beautiful Armani-suit and strolled up the steps and into the already crowded ring. Farley handed over the microphone. Swift stared around at the crowd, which was a bit shocked by this shocking turn of events.

"Hi kids, I'm home. Did you have fun playing with my federation while I was away? Huh, Leary? Did you have fun promising this roster a bunch of things you couldn't deliver on? Man, I knew it. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! Well, Leary, I have been waiting months. Ever since you won the rights to buy this fed from me. I couldn't have even dreamed I'd get the chance to do this right before you this soon. I figured you'd last a little longer before selling out. But I guess a leopard just never changes his spots.

"I only wish I could fire you. But I'll do the second best thing. Since it was your goal to get all your boys on network TV again after years in obscurity. And even better, to your favorite boy. As the new owner of Tidal Wave Wrestling, well, I never needed this place. Wrestling companies are nothing but shit waiting to fall on top of you. I learned that the first time. Guess you didn't, Leary.

"So. TV deals, contracts. I don't fucking care. TWW is dead. So to everyone in the back and everyone out here, especially you, EOE, and you Sharc, you're fired. Have a nice fucking life."

With that Swift threw the microphone to the mat. He led the men in suits up the aisle as Leary, Sharc and Epitome of Evil stood dumbfounded in the middle of the ring.