JH: In case you missed it, My companion here, Schaef, just missed Guardian Angel defeating The Machine because he was to busy getting a hot dog.

ST: Hey! I was getting a beer to!

JH: Yes, Schaef, you were gettting a beer to. I hope you don’t miss this one. With the heat that's surrounded the Profit Memorial title tournament, this next match should be something!"

ST: And finally I can agree with you. I mean, Corpse isn't scared of anything, and Samuel Bishop--

[BOOM BOOM OUT GO THE LIGHTS ]

ST: Oh God!

[The Place goes dark, and the sound of a record coming to the player in an old jukebox is heard. The needle hits the vinyl and the scratchy sound of worn music hits the speaker system. Richie Valens' "Donna" begins to play.]

##Oh, Donna, Oh, Donna##
##Oh, Donna, Oh, Donna##
##I had a girl##

##Donna was her name##
##Since she left me##
##I've never been the same##

##'cause I love my girl##
##Donna, where can you be? Where can you be?##

[Through the crowd, a lanky figure with sullen eyes, blonde incept hair, and wearing only a pair of stained hospital scrub pants, comes across the railing. Corpse.]

[Corpse crawls into the ring under the bottom rope, and slide over to the corner. Looking at those already there, and waiting.]

ST: That scratchy music drives shivers up and down my spine.

JH: Well, Schaef, Corpse is a master when it comes to mind games... even though he doesn't seem to be all there himself.

[The arena rises to its collective feet as "5 Minutes Alone" by Pantera blasts out into the arena. The screen comes alive with alternating images of Sam Bishop wrestling, black and white images of Bishop standing with his head turned down and his fist clenched at his sides, his chiseled frame glistening with sweat and a his name in blood red goth style letters.]

##I see you had your mind all made up you group of Pitiful liars.##
##Before I woke to face the day, your master Plan transpired.##
##Something told me- this job had more to Meet the eye.##
##My song is not believed? My words some- What deceiving? Now I'm unwhole.##
##You've waged a war of nerves##
##But you can't crush the kingdom##

[From the back, Sam Bishop slowly walks out onto the ramp. Wearing his trademark flametoed Doc Marten's, a pair of baggy black cargo pants, a black stocking hat and a black TSW t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and slit down the sides. He stops and looks out from side to side before starting down the ramp.]

##Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar. ##
##You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us... ##
##5 minutes alone##
##I read your eyes, your mind was made up. You took me for a fool.##
##You used complexion of my skin for a counter Racist tool.##
[Bishop walks down the ramp with a look of determination in his eyes. He eyes never leaving Corpse's. He works his arms, loosening up as he makes his way down. Halfway down he tosses his hat into the crowd.]
##You can't burn me- I've spilled my guts out##
##In the past. Taken advantage of because you know where##
##I've come [from]. My past.##
[Bishop slides into the ring and stands with his arms raised to his sides in a crucifix stance as he stares down Corpse.]
##You've waged a war of nerves##
##But you can't crush the kingdom##
##Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar. ##
##You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us... ##
##5 minutes alone##
[Bishop lowers his arms as he slowly advances to the middle of the ring. He removes his "t-shirt" tossing it to the outside. Waiting for the bell, Bishop slowly begins pacing back and forth. His eyes never leave Corpse.]

JH: "Oh! Here we go. Corpse charges at the pacing Bishop and they're exchanging blows in the center of the ring."

ST: "Here's the question, Jimmy: Which one's going to back down first?"

JH: "Both men are pummeling each other with shots that could move a mountain."

ST: "How poetic."

JH: "And looks as though Bishop's going to win this first struggle as he backs Corpse into the corner and lifts a knee to lower abdomen of personality-challenged man."

ST: "Bishop's taking it to Corpse early, he's now bouncing Corpse's head off the covered turnbuckle."

JH: "And it's interesting to see how Corpse will be able to hold his focus in this match, Schaef. After all, he just recently won the Hurricane Cup achieving a flicker of National stardom. Maybe he's over looked the aggressive tendencies of Sam."

ST: "Take it easy on him, Jimmy. He's had his fair share of problems, but he'll keep his mind where it should be."

JH: "That's to assume that he has a stable mind to begin with. He's really taking a beating here early in this match. Sam's got him locked and takes him down with a tiger driver, but Corpse is quickly back to his feet and Bishop sends himself off the ropes where Sam follows up his pervious move with a spinning heel kick."

ST: "Bishop's really staying on top of him. He's not letting Corpse catch his breath."

JH: "That seems to a good strategy here so far, but one's to wonder, a man like Corpse probably has incredible stamina, Bishop maybe playing into his trap. And as Bishop locks Corpse up in T-bone supplex, I was talking with Bishop earlier tonight. He stated that his might just be the match of his life. He's looking at this match as his redemption. And he really has control of this match."

JH: "Bishop now sends Corpse off the ropes and misses with a clothesline, Corpse on the return nails Sam with hand spring elbow and quickly follows it up with a Lionsault and we have our first pin attempt of the match."

"One!"



"Two!"


"Kick out."

ST: "I didn't think that would keep Bishop down, but man, a big move pays off for Corpse."

JH: "Both men to their feet and our actions picked up. Bishop swings and misses with a punch and Corpse counters with a kick to the midsection and a twisting neck breaker."

ST: "Corpse is really trying to raise the tempo of this match."

JH: "He certainly is and sends Sam down with an inverted DDT and now heads for the top rope."

[The fans begin to roar in anticipation of the move.]

JH: "Frog Splash! And anther pin..."

"One!"



"Two!"





JH: "...And Bishop is able to kick out again. Corpse spins Bishop with tornado punch and follows that this a tornado DDT."

[Both men get to their feet and Corpse lunges at Bishop.]

ST: "He's biting him!"

JH: "Rather unorthodox, but gets the job done nontheless.

[Corpse backs Bishop into the turnbuckle via a biting eye gouge where he waits for the referee to count to five and issue him a warning. Corpse follows it up with a direct low blow.]

JH: "And senior referee Charles Gibson is having problems with Corpse. He's right in his face."

ST: "God damn it! Let 'em go!"

[Corpse turns and is met with a flurry of fits from Bishop who sends him down cradle buster.]

JH: "Bishop quickly to his feet and heads for the top rope!"

"Looks like he's going to drive that elbow into the sternum of Corpse."

[Bishop leaps.]

ST: " He missed!"

JH: "Corpse was just able to move out of the way of that one and he follows up with a Lionsault but is unable to get the pin as he bounced off Bishop's weary body."

[With both men down, the referee counts.]

1

2

3

4

[Corpse begins to twitch]

5

[Bishop is motionless]

6

[Corpse is nearly to his knees.]

7

[Bishop has begun to stir.]

8

9 JH: "Corpse is up and headed for the top rope."

ST: "Missile drop kick."

JH: "And that one's right on the mark, but he's not done. Corpse is headed for the turnbuckles again."

ST: "He's gonna go for a swanton bomb!"

JH: "Oh god! Bishop just nailed Corpse with a drop kick as he attempted a swanton bomb."

ST: "Jesus, I didn't even know that was possible."

JH: "Sam's really showing his mean streak now."

[Bishop is standing above Corpse and punishing him with lefts and rights.]

JH: "Bishop's got Corpse to his feet now and sends him across the ring into the turnbuckle and Bishop follows with a clothesline."

[Bishop backs up and charges for another blow but Corpse leaps over the top rope evading the attack.]

ST: "Now that's some agility."

JH: "Corpse pounds Sam's head into the turnbuckle and climbs the ropes."

[Bishop charges the ropes and knocks Corpse down splitting his gonads.]

ST: "I don't care how many personalities you've got, that'll hurt them all."

[Bishop climbs up the turnbuckle to where Corpse grieves.]

JH: "Looks like Bishop's going for a super plex."

ST: "Nope, it's blocked."

JH: "A second try..."

ST: "Shot down."

[Bishop tries a third time but it's blocked as well and Corpse punches his way out of the hold and gets to his feet. With both men standing the referee utters a warning. Corpse leaps and sends Bishop to the outside with a hurracnrana.]

ST: "Holly hell!"

JH: "What a move that was. Both men laid out on the pavement now."

[Corpse is to his feet first and charges towards the steel girder. He leaps and pushes himself off the steel barricade into a lionsault onto Bishop.]

JH: "Wow, this match is quickly becoming a hard core match."

ST: "And I love it!"

[The referee begins a double count...]

ST: "No way! Let 'em wrestle!"

JH: "This aint wrestling."

ST: "Who cares, it'll give us some ratings if they keep going... someone notify the referee."

[Both men make it to their feet and Corpse slides into the ring and sends himself off the ropes.]

JH: "Corpse is air born and flies over the top rope and tackles Bishop to the floor."

ST: "Whooo!"

[And the referee is out to check on both men.]

JH: "Corpse is up first, but Bishop soon follows him. Corpse charges Bishop lining him up for a clothesline."

ST: "Bishop countered."

JH: "With a drop tow hold that sent Corpse into the steel steps."

ST: "We got blood!"

[As Corpse rises to his feet as though nothing happened, we see that his mouth is oozing crimson plasma.]

JH: "Corpse is cut wide open. He may have lost a tooth."

ST: "To go along with his mind."

JH: "Yeah, I bet if Dirk Hogan is watching, he's loving that one. There's been a lot of bad blood between those to as of late and the council is just waiting to get those two locked up."

[Bishop attacks Corpse with a spinning heel kick that's missed and inevitably knocks out the referee.]

JH: "Ref's down-"

ST: "Great! Now anything can happen."

[As Bishop attends to the fallen referee Corpse searches beneath the ring and hauls out a chair.]

JH: "Oh god..."

[SMACK]

ST: "Yeah, hit 'em again!"

[SMACK]

JH: "Two chair shots to the back of Bishop that knock him to his knees. Corpse winds up again..."

[SMACK]

ST: "That one tattooed Bishop across the forehead! Again! Again!"

[SMACK]

JH: "Impressively, Bishop hasn't left his knees. He's taking these chair shots, but paying the price."

[SMACK]

JH: "And that one opened him up. Both men now showing sings of this grueling match. Corpse is bleeding from the mouth and Bishop's been busted wide open."

ST: "Now that's a ratings getter."

[Corpse tosses the chair into the ring and pulls a bloody Bishop to his feet and into the ring.]

JH: "Corpse is setting something up..."

[Corpse places Bishop in the center of the ring and climbs the turnbuckle with the chair in hand.]

JH: "This is one sadistic, sick, sick man."

ST: "No, this is the future of TSW and the NWC!"

[Corpse leaps and tucks the chair behind his head and hammers Bishop with a Swanton bomb.]

JH: "Unbelievable. The torture these guys are putting their bodies through tonight."

[After a moment of recovery, Corpse sets up Bishop for the Gravedigger.]

ST: "That's it, this one's over."

JH: "No! Bishop has dug deep and countered with a leg take down and rolls into the Redemption (sharpshooter)! He's got it locked in! There's no escape for Corpse."

ST: "There's just one problem... No referee!"

JH: "Bishop pushes harder and Corpse is tapping, but it's all for nothing if the referee doesn't see it."

[Discouraged Bishop releases the hold and attends to the referee as Corpse lies in the ring. After some time Bishop is able to revive the referee and the two enter the ring.]

[BLAM!]

JH: "Corpse just leveled Bishop with a chair shot right in front of the dazed, yet conscious referee."

ST: "No, don't do this... "

JH: "He's calling for the bell!"

[Over the load speakers Jacob Ottersbach announces the victor.]

JO: "Ladies and gentle, the winner of this bout by way of disqualification is Sam Bishop!"

ST: "Yeah, he might have won the match and the title shot, but he aint winning the war!"

JH: "Bishop's been announced as the victor, but Corpse is relentless. He's continuing to beat Sam with the chair. He's lost his mind... He's crazy..."

ST: "He's shooting the ratings through the roof."

JH: "Corpse is punishing Bishop. I don't believe it. He's really taking it to him. Someone should inform Corpse that the match is over."

ST: "No way, Jimmy, I love this stuff. Smash him!"

[The crowd roars]

ST: "Even the crowd loves it. This is gonna get us up in the ratings for sure! Forget that Azaul crap."

JH: "Uh, Schaef, they're not cheering for Corpse."

ST: "Huh?"

JH: "It's the Guardian Angel! And he's heading for the ring with a steel chair in hand!"

ST: "Oh no, not this goodie goodie again."

JH: Corpse sees him coming and he's out of there!"

[Corpse slides out of the ring as Angel slides in. Angle swings the chair but misses Corpse who has jumped over the railing and is now disappearing in the crowd.]

ST: "look at this crap. Angel's helping Bishop to his feet."

[GA asks for a microphone.]

GA: "Corpse, Easton, frankly, I've had enough of this crap! We don't need you two guys running around and attacking wrestlers backstage. We don't need you guys to attack wrestlers after a hard fought match. But I guess violence is the only language to which you understand. So, Corpse and Easton, the two powers that stand before you are challenging you to a match. A tag match that will take place, out of respect for those involved in the J-corwn, in two weeks time. But as for next week, Scott Easton, destiny has made it's statement. Destiny has spoken to me and in its words it dictates that I will get my chance at redemption. Next week, Scott Easton, you shale come face to face with your destroyer! You shale gaze across the ring and look upon the Guardian Angel. As the ring bell sounds and your knees will begin to quiver, and you shale realize the true power of the Guardian Angel. I'll see you next week."

[GA tosses the microphone and he and Bishop exit the ring.]

ST: "Man, this Guardian Angel's one weird guy!"

JH : Tell me about it.

Fade to Commercial.

Part 5