CWO TUESDAY NIGHT FEVER 1/27/98 - HOUR #1 LIVE FROM THE FLEET CENTER, BOSTON, MA AEN (ALLES ENTERTAINMENT NETWORK) RATING: TV-14 (L, V) PRODUCER: Chad Shisler ( This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it ) EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Brent G. Alles ( This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it ) http://web.syr.edu/~bgalles/cwo.html         (Fade into a spinning globe, as the CWO logo is slowly         superimposed over it.) VOICE-OVER: The CWO... providing wrestling excellence the world over....         (Montage of CWO action is shown as Aerosmith's Fever plays in         the background.  The CWO TUESDAY NIGHT FEVER logo explodes on to         the screen, and we go to a roaring crowd in the Fleet Center,         pyrotechnics going off to signal the start of the show.  We hear         the voices of Jerry Covenant and Michael Postema.) JERRY COVENANT: Week after week and we're bringing it back to you tonight, this is the number one, the iconoclast to the wrestling world, this is Tuesday Night Fever! MICHAEL POSTEMA: Could you pull your lips off, please?         ( Hit 'Em High begins to play as the crowd cheers the entrance of         Lone Wolf Ryan Deutscher, who makes his way down to the ring,         gets in, and is given a mike to address the crowd.) LONE WOLF RYAN DEUTSCHER: All right, listen up.  Last week I made a little challenge to a couple of jackasses by the name of Foolkiller and The Ultimate Heel Union Caine... and I told them that I would have a mystery partner to back me up against them.  Well, let's not wait any longer, let me bring out my tag team partner... ladies and gentlemen....         (KEE-RASH!) LONE WOLF RYAN DEUTSCHER: STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN!         (Austin's music plays as the crowd goes absolutely nuts.) MICHAEL POSTEMA: What?!? JERRY COVENANT: I don't believe it!  It's THE Stone Cold! MICHAEL POSTEMA: What's he doing here, slumming?         (Austin gets in the ring and plays to the crowd, getting a huge         pop.  He grabs the mike.) STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN: All right, listen up.  First of all, for those of you who are wondering, no, I don't have permission from the WWF to be here tonight, but as I think you all know, I really don't give a damn!         (Crowd cheers.) AUSTIN (to Deutscher): Now, son, I do get a chance to watch some of this CWO stuff, and week after week, I see you coming out here pretending to be me.... JERRY COVENANT: Uh oh.... MICHAEL POSTEMA: He's going to punk him!  This is going to be great! AUSTIN: They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but I really don't give a damn, because there will always be only one Stone Cold Steve Austin!         (Crowd cheers.) AUSTIN: But the reason I'm here to be your little mystery tag team partner is because there's a guy here going by the name of Foolkiller that claims to be the toughest SOB the world's ever known.  Son, you saw me say the same damn thing to Mike Tyson, that Stone Cold is the toughest SOB the world's ever known!         (Crowd cheers.) AUSTIN: So Foolkiller, Union Caine, whatever the hell you call yourself, Stone Cold is here with a message for the both of you: I WANT A PIECE OF YOUR ASSES!         (Crowd cheers.  KEE-RASH!  Austin's music plays as both he and         Deutscher play to the crowd.) JERRY COVENANT: What an incredible moment!  But beyond that, folks, in this hour we've got three of the great matches you'd expect from the CWO, including a match between two of the up and coming rookies. ERIC JOHNSON: Jesse Ewiak, who pushed Masher Maccabee to the limits last week, taking on Calvin, or at least one of his personalities this week. MICHAEL POSTEMA: Yeah, yeah great... it still can't compare to the celebrity death bowl, now can it? JERRY COVENANT: I don't know if anything could, but there's only one way to find out, so let's get down to the ring!         (Tony the K is in the ring along with referee Gary Alles.) TONY THE K: Ladies and gentlemen, the following matchup is scheduled for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit. Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 295 pounds, from Palm Bay, Florida, The Avenger Jesse Ewiak!         ( My Own Poison by Creed plays as fans cheer Ewiak as he makes         his way down to the ring.) ERIC JOHNSON: The kid came out here last week, under the hot lights and the millions of viewers, and he almost took out one of the greatest in the CWO, that being Masher Maccabee. MICHAEL POSTEMA: Yeah, but I'm wondering how _smart_ Maccabee is, with the fact that he got in the face of Brent The Ace Alles more than he probably should have. JERRY COVENANT: Lord Hile Troy making the proposition to Maccabee to join the Men of Respect , and the ultimate was layed down, and must be answered tonight, as ordered by Troy. TONY THE K: and his opponent, weighing in at 235 pounds, from New York, New York, here is... Calvin!         ( In the Mood plays as fans cheer as Calvin makes his way down to         the ring.) MICHAEL POSTEMA: Didn't anyone tell the kid he had a match? JERRY COVENANT: Well, no one coming out to the ring here... the music is now stopping, here we've got a runner entering the ring, whispering something in the ear of Tony the K. TONY THE K: Ladies and gentlemen, I've been informed that the opponent for tonight will not be Calvin... introducing... at a weight of 235 pounds, from the planet Zorg... here is... _Spaceman Spiff!_ MICHAEL POSTEMA: Could these rookies get any weirder? What are the CWO recruiters, and the teachers at the School of Hard Knox thinking? JERRY COVENANT: Cal... er, Spiff, rushing the ring! Spiff in the ring with a double axehandle, he fires Ewiak into the corner... runs in with a clothesline! Spiff firing left and rights into the chest of Ewiak! MICHAEL POSTEMA: Getting beat by an astronaut, what could be more of a humiliation? JERRY COVENANT: Ewiak turns Spiff around, knee to the gut, rips Spiff out of the corner with a hiptoss, dropkick to the back of the head!  Ewiak waiting for Spiff to get to his feet, he picks him up, powerslam! ERIC JOHNSON: Ewiak getting a chance to display his power here tonight, going up against another rookie.. not similar to Maccabee JESSE EWIAK: (out to the crowd) Now THAT is _pain_! JERRY COVENANT: Ewiak firing up here tonight. Sends Spiff into the ropes, goes for a clothesline but the spaceman easily ducks it, kick to the chest, spinning back kick. ERIC JOHNSON: Spiff supposed to be one of the highest ranked light heavyweights to come out of the New York Area, showing it now. MICHAEL POSTEMA: This is what I like to see, last week it was just a mauling for Maccabee, but this is a nice even matchup between two boys who need to be initiated into the CWO rules. JERRY COVENANT: Ewiak stunned back in the corner, Spiff running... he flips with a springboard... FULL HEAD OF STEAM!!                NO!!! JERRY COVENANT: Ewiak sidestepped it and _slammed_ Spiff back into the corner by his neck. Ewiak grabs Spiff... belly to belly suplex! Going for the pin... one... two... _kickout_! ERIC JOHNSON: Nice counter by Ewiak there, learning the ropes quickly. JERRY COVENANT: Calvin... Spaceman Spiff that is... dazed in the center of the ring, Ewiak picks him up... vertical suplex.. holding him up... _holding him_... _holding him_... MICHAEL POSTEMA: Spiff's log, stardate 4507.435... seem to be stranded and tied upside down in the Thraxian torture camp... setting blaster to broil. JERRY COVENANT: _Brainbuster_! Spiff folded in half like an accordion. Going for the pin... one... two... NO, Spiff got his foot on the bottom rope. ERIC JOHNSON: I was going to say I'm impressed that the rookie caught that save twice, but Spiff does have a few years experience behind him. JERRY COVENANT: Ewiak picking Spiff up, picks him up... inverted atomic drop... throws him into the ropes.... SPINEBUSTER... REVERSAL! Spiff reversed the spinebuster into a DDT!         (HUGE crowd pop.) JERRY COVENANT: Both men motionless in the middle of the ring, Spiff with a kip-up! He leaps into the air... legdrop! Kips back up again, and now Spaceman Spiff with a big, wide grin on his face. MICHAEL POSTEMA: You've got the advantage in the match kid, don't waste it by gloating. ERIC JOHNSON: Well, he's never had this kind of exposure before in the smaller leagues, this kind of television coverage, he's enjoying it. JERRY COVENANT: Spiff picks Jesse Ewiak up, fires him outside through the middle ropes. Spiff running off the ropes... he leaps into the air... SPLIT LEGGED MOONSAULT!              __AND HE MISSED IT!__ JERRY COVENANT: Spiff prone on the outside of the ring holding his shoulder, Ewiak picks him up... _slams_ Spiff into the steps, for two faces, these guys are getting pretty dirty. MICHAEL POSTEMA: Hey, neither one of them seem to care, so as long as it's mutual mutilation. JERRY COVENANT: Ewiak standing over Spiff... Spaceman grabs the tights and slingshots Ewiak into the ringpost! Ewiak has been busted open, bleeding over the ring apron... and we are live. ERIC JOHNSON: It's a wonder we can keep that Y-14 rating with stuff like this going on. JERRY COVENANT: Spaceman Spiff up on the ring apron, he leaps off with a moonsault! The referee has stopped counting all together now. Spiff rolling Ewiak back into the ring. MICHAEL POSTEMA: I'll be the first to say, these two have given us one hell of an opening match to start off with. JERRY COVENANT: Ewiak up on one knee, blood in his right eye, trying to wipe it out so he can simply see. Spaceman Spiff letting the ref check Jesse over. Ewiak wants to continue. ERIC JOHNSON: It's a matter of heart, and they've both got it. JERRY COVENANT: Spiff picking Ewiak up... _Hobbes' Revenge!_ His version of a jumping neck snap! Going for the pin! One... two... and three, that's all you're getting out of it! MICHAEL POSTEMA: He fought hard, he fought bloodily. It's not fair, because 0-2 on Fever doesn't represent the way that Ewiak has fought. ERIC JOHNSON: Postema? Actually being compassionate? MICHAEL POSTEMA: He got his ass kicked, but he did it honorably at least. TONY THE K: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, in a time of 14:02... Spaceman Spiff! JERRY COVENANT: Our unofficial night of the rookies will continue right after this commercial break, but first let's take you to Johnny Starr, who is with Mastermind Vince DaVinci.         ( Mastermind Vince DaVinci stands patiently outside Empire's         dressing room door.  Johnny Starr is there as well.) JOHNNY STARR: All right, thank you, Jerry, I am with Mastermind Vince DaVinci, Vince, what about this bombshell announcement that Lone Wolf Ryan Deutscher made at the top of this program, that his mystery partner would indeed be the WWF's Stone Cold  Steve Austin? DAVINCI: It's of no importance to us.... STARR: Uh, well, can I get a comment from Mr. Caine and Foolkiller? DAVINCI: No, I don't think so... Caine and Foolkiller wouldn't like to be disturbed.  Besides, I've got much more important issues to discuss.  Put the petal to the _meta_l and follow me....         (The cameraman follows DaVinci through a hallway, around a corner         and finally stops outside a door labeled Texas Roughriders. ) DAVINCI: Is that beer I smell?         (DaVinci knocks on the door. After a few seconds the door opens...         two women dressed as Ranger Taurus and Wesley The Rock McMichael         answer in a drunken state.) WOMAN RANGER TAURUS: Attenhut!         (She salutes DaVinci and then begins to giggle.) DAVINCI: Wow, I never would've imagined.  RuPaul must be extremely jealous of the both of you.  Two women dressing as men and actually pulling the wool over the public's eyes night after night.  That's a breaking story that you heard here first.... WOMAN WESLEY ROCK MCMICHAEL: What do you mean by wrestlers?  I'm just a two bit *hick-up* rip-off of another federation's football p_layer_ trying to *hick-up* be a wrestler. The only maneuvers I can execute are the ones allowing me to dodge copyright infringement. DAVINCI: You hit the nail on the head with that one.         (DaVinci motions to someone down the hall.) DAVINCI: One last thing....         (Eddie Fantastic and Logan Fett burst onto the scene. Fantastic         kicks the dressing room door shut as both women go flying into the         room with a loud *THUMP*!) IRRESISTIBLE ASSASSIN EDDIE FANTASTIC: Taurus and McMichael, you're either a tag-team or a one night stand for the 'Irresistible Assassin'. The clock is ticking, and time doesn't stop for anyone, especially for two no-talent ass kissers. Last week on Fever, the both of you were lucky enough to walk out of the arena without the help of the paramedics, this week Empire is gonna put the Boston hospital in business after Caine, Foolkiller, Fett and myself stomp a mudhole in you and walk it dry!         (Logo and music come up as we go to a commercial.) VOICE-OVER: The CWO... three times over ruled by the cold hand of an old and vicious dictator.         (Shot of Lord Hile Troy with world belt shown) VOICE-OVER: Preparing to walk into the new millennia with an army of his own mold.         (Image of Troy and Alles in the ring is shown) VOICE-OVER: Yet, one man stands in the King's path to glory.         (Image of Masher Maccabee is shown) VOICE-OVER: CWO... Saint Valentine's Day Massacre...         (Camera returns to Fever.  The Texas Roughriders are in the         building and are helping training Tamara Wilcox as they stretch         for their match with the Dogs of War!) RANGER TAURUS: Pagan Horse and Eddie Fantastic, you guys were lucky that the referee saved your asses in the last match because we were going to give you guys a beating you would never forget!  Bottom line here is that we are tired of seeing other teams get all the breaks that we deserve and it is time that that changes!  So you guys may be from the Empire (yawns) but as you can see I don't really give a damn!  The bottom line here is me and da Rock are ready to kick your asses!  The ROUGHRIDERS ARE READY TO RUMBLE, CPE 4 LIFE! WESLEY McMICHAEL: Ya know something folks, the Texas Roughriders are ready to do some thumpin' and the Dogs of War are going to be turned into fur coats.  Then last week, the referee got kind a queasy and ended the match before the dance was done!  This time though, we are going to romp all over your dirty carcasses until you guys howl for your mommies to come get you.  1998 is THE YEAR CPE AND THE ROUGHRIDERS RULE THE WORLD DADDY! WILCOX: Wendy's, I can't wait to get my hands all over your sweaty stinky body so I can kick your ass and get rid of your annoying voice for a month!  I am ready to help out my men any way possible and this time I am going to make sure that DaVinci doesn't lay his hands on my men.  CPE is the way to be and everyone will know it!         (Tony the K is in the ring along with referee Kendall Dolemeyer.) TONY THE K: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is tag action, scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit. Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 476, accompanied by Mastermind Vince DaVinci... here are Eddie Fantastic and Logan Fett, the Dogs of War!         ( Imperial March plays as the fans boo the entrance of the Dogs         of War and DaVinci as they make their way down to the ring.) JERRY COVENANT: Cornerstones of the empire making their way down to the ring, and make no mistake about it, they are two of the most dangerous men the CWO has to offer. MICHAEL POSTEMA: In a tag team division that is already on fire, these guys just add a little bit of fuel. TONY THE K: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 720 pounds, accompanied by Tamara Wilcox, Ranger Taurus and Wesley the rock McMichael... the Texas Roughriders!         ( Wherever I May Roam plays as the fans cheer the entrance of the         Roughriders and Wilcox as they make their way down to the ring.) MICHAEL POSTEMA: Oh great... now we'll have an Alamo standoff. JERRY COVENANT: Two big boys from down south, and I highly doubt they'll be shy to mix it up with the empire. MICHAEL POSTEMA: I was buying some vodka yesterday, at in the checkout lane I saw a newspaper headline Tamara Wilcox coaxes President , I _knew_ it was true, I've been telling you about her for MONTHS! ERIC JOHNSON: You have a sub_script_ion to that, don't you? JERRY COVENANT: Eddie Fantastic starting off against The Rock , Fantastic with an armbar, makes a quick tag to Fett, both members of the Empire pounding down on Wesley, and Ranger Taurus in the ring as well. ERIC JOHNSON: We've got all four men brawling in the middle of the ring in the first 15 seconds of this match! JERRY COVENANT: Referee separating both teams, Fett with McMichael in the corner, he winds up... _superkick!_ That's going to leave a mark!  Fett fires McMichael to the other corner... runs in.        _LEAPING DDT!_ MICHAEL POSTEMA: Hello! JERRY COVENANT: McMichael leaps out of the corner and spins in mid air with a DDT! Fett back to his feet amazingly, that's neck strength. He hits a kick to the midsection, forearm to the back, fires The Rock into the ropes... McMichael with a clothesline! ERIC JOHNSON: DaVinci whispering something into the ear of Fantastic, apparently his first plan didn't work, and he feels it's time to switch over. JERRY COVENANT: Fett back up, _low blow!_ Referee getting a warning in there, and Fett shoves him! That might end up costing... McMichael reaches over the referee and catches Fett with a punch, picks him up... _backbreaker!_ MICHAEL POSTEMA: First Fett with a cheap shot, then McMichael with an even cheaper cheap shot... that's what I like to see! JERRY COVENANT: McMichael going up to the top rope now.... he leaps off with a flying legdrop... HE MISSES! Fett going for the pinfall... One... two... no! ERIC JOHNSON: High risk moves can end matches either way, guys _have_ to keep that in mind when they go for them. JERRY COVENANT: Fett picking up the fallen McMichael, who has led his team this entire match. Kick to the leg, the chest, the leg, back of the head... _spinning back kick_! MICHAEL POSTEMA: My god, it'd be easier to just FALL than take all of that damage! JERRY COVENANT: Fett firing McMichael into the corner, he runs in... _precision_ dropkick! Makes the tag to Eddie Fantastic both men hammer down on McMichael together... Taurus trying to enter the ring. ERIC JOHNSON: All he's actually doing is making the referee turn away from the action in the ring. JERRY COVENANT: Fantastic with a side headlock on McMichael, gets a running start... bulldogging headlock... McMichael shoves him off! MICHAEL POSTEMA: Now is his chance to get some momentum, but he had best make good use of it! JERRY COVENANT: McMichael leaps into the air, _LARIAT_ nearly rips the head off of Fantastic! McMichael flat down on his back in the corner, he reaches...                FETT CUTS OFF THE TAG! MICHAEL POSTEMA: Tamara Wilcox up on the apron, and she looks pi... that is to say, she looks upset! ERIC JOHNSON: Good save. JERRY COVENANT: Fantastic picking McMichael up, who has been in the ring for near 8 minutes now, snap suplex! ERIC JOHNSON: For a singles wrestler it might not be a major issue, but tag wrestlers aren't used to being in the ring for long of a period of time, that's what the tag partner is for. JERRY COVENANT: Fantastic picks McMichael up, backbreaker, picks him up again and drops him in a side suplex! Going for the pin... one... two... three! MICHAEL POSTEMA: Ha! Wilcox up on the apron again, screaming like a chicken with its head cut off. JERRY COVENANT: Tamara pointing at McMichael's foot, it's on the bottom rope! Fantastic thinks he has it won... McMichael up from behind... _rollup!_          ONE!!!                        TWO!!! ERIC JOHNSON: KICKOUT! JERRY COVENANT: Arrogance just about cost Fett and Fantastic the match right there. Fantastic going back to work on McMichael now double axehandle, McMichael with a forearm, a knee lift, forearm smash, he picks Fantastic up... _shoulder breaker!_ MICHAEL POSTEMA: That should be enough right there for him to get the tag! JERRY COVENANT: McMichael crawling across the ring, he doesn't have to go very far to get there... HE MAKES THE TAG! Ranger Taurus in the ring, he leaps off the top rope... fires Fantastic into the ropes, elbow smash! HE CATCHES FETT OFF THE TOP IN A POWERSLAM! ERIC JOHNSON: He's running things right now, but if McMichael can't get his energy back, it'll be two on one before you know it. JERRY COVENANT: Taurus with a kick to the midsection of Fantastic, Eddie Fantastic is rocking on the ropes, Taurus with a clothesline and he knocks Fett to the outside! MICHAEL POSTEMA: Fans on their feet, he's sensing victory now! JERRY COVENANT: Taurus going up to the top rope, going for a double axehandle, he hits in right between the eyes! He's going back up once more on the opposite turnbuckle. ERIC JOHNSON: DaVinci needs to get his men into a gameplan and fast or else it's over. Taurus leaps off the top rope...                _FANTASTIC WITH THE SHOWSTOPPER!_ JERRY COVENANT: Snapped belly to belly suplex on Taurus, right in the middle of the ring! He hooks the tights! One... two... three! It's over! TONY THE K: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match, in a time of 10:11, the Dogs of War! JERRY COVENANT: We'll be right back after this commercial break from our sponsors.         (Logo and music come up as we fade to a commercial.) ANNOUNCING: CWO Magazine '98 Hello everyone, this is the editor of the CWO Magazine.  I would like to announce the return of the CWO Magazine in February 1998.  So I would like to take this opportunity to to offer reporting positions to anyone who like one.  This will also be an opportunity for our new handlers to get more in-depth with the CWO.  Chris Conner has his article, Lance Russell: Behind The Scenes, and I have Krash Kourse, by Krash Kelly, and more to come.  So if you would like a position please email me and let me know what kind of article you would like to do.  My email address is This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it  Thank you and I hope you all have a great 98 in the CWO!         (When we come back, we hear Double D's ring music begin to play.         We see him start to strut down the runway giving his occasional         pose.  He makes his way to the ring.  Once inside the ring Double         D looks down and demands a microphone.) JERRY COVENANT: Well, it looks like Double D Damian Dagger has something to say, we saw him debut last week on FEVER. MICHAEL POSTEMA: This should be good! DOUBLE D DAMIAN DAGGER: Let me see, where am I?  That's right, Boston, MA.  Well, let me tell all you lazy, beer bellied losers in Boston one thing.  You are looking at the best wrestler in the world.  Not only am I the best damn wrestler in the world, I am the best looking wrestler in the world.  You don't believe me, then ask your woman sitting beside you. That's right, every woman in this crowd wants Double D .  Everywhere I go I have women falling all over me.  Now, that's enough about you, let's talk about something a lot more important, ME!  I'll tell you what I am going to make the day of one lucky lady.  I am going to pick one of you out of the crowd, and give you what you have been dreaming about.  That's right one of you is going to get a ki ss, from the best damn looking wrestler in the world.         (Women all throughout the crowd are screaming.) JERRY COVENANT: Give me a break! MICHAEL POSTEMA: Hey, I think it's great he's doing charity work! DAGGER: OK, right over here in the low cut red blouse come on in here.         (Camera flashes to the woman who looks almost in here.  She makes         her way to the ring.) DAGGER: OK, baby, tell all the world who you came to see. WOMAN: I came to see you Mr. Dagger DAGGER: Wait a minute here baby, don't call me mister.  It's Double D . Now that we have the name issue cleared up.  Tell me who is the best damn looking wrestler in the world? WOMAN: It's you, Double D ! DAGGER: That's just what everybody wanted to hear.  Here we go, baby....         (Dagger lays a deep kiss on here.) DAGGER: OK, honey now you have something to tell you grandkids.  Now get back in you seat.  OK, let's see we have two things clear.  Number one I'm the best damn looking wrestler anywhere.  Number two I'm the best damn wrestler in the world.  We have only one thing left to clear up, and that's who here in the CWO is man enough to step in the ring with Double D .  I am giving everyone here in the CWO a direct challenge; that's right anybody man enough to get in the ring with Double D just march your sorry ass down here.  That's what I thought, no takers.  OK, now that I see we don't have any men in here, let me try calling one of you out here.  How about that pretty boy, oh what's his name, Jose Maria, or Carlos Maia, whatever his name is.  Boy, why don't you come on out here and get your wrestling lesson from the best damn wrestler in the world. OK, let me sit my ass down in the middle of the ring and wait for someone to come on in.         (Dagger sits down in the ring.) JERRY COVENANT: You know, we don't have time for this.... MICHAEL POSTEMA: Wait a minute, I think somebody's coming!         (Crowd reacts as The Brazilian Lover Carlos Maia makes his way         down to the ring.  CWO officials and his manager Joe Root are         trying to stop him.) MICHAEL POSTEMA: Why are they trying to stop him?  Let them fight!         (Maia grabs a mike.) THE BRAZILIAN LOVER CARLOS MAIA: Listen, Mr. Double D, I was in the back listening to your crap about being the most handsome man in the CWO, and I think we all know that _title_ belongs to me.  But, if you need a little lesson in that, then let's do it next week on TUESDAY NIGHT FEVER! DAGGER: Fine by me.  I'll beat you without breaking a sweat, pal, and then I'll have a lot more time for the ladies! JERRY COVENANT: All right, it looks like we've got a match set up for next week, but for now we've got to take a break.  We'll be right back!         (Logo and music come up as we fade to commercial.  When we come         back, Tony the K is in the ring along with referee John Myering) TONY THE K: Ladies and gentlemen, the following matchup is a three way dance, with no time limit! First, making his way to the ring, weighing in a 287 pounds, from Yonkers, New York, The Franchise P_layer_ Mike Hickden!         (Hickden's theme music plays as the fans cheer.) MICHAEL POSTEMA: My, what an impressive musical piece he has selected for himself. TONY THE K: Contestant #2, making his way to the ring... weighing in at 355 pounds, from Hollywood, California, Johnny Martin!         ( No Diggity by Blackstreet plays as fans boo) JERRY COVENANT: A three way match tonight to close off, showcasing some of the new talent we have in the CWO. That which keeps us a notch above the rest. ERIC JOHNSON: We say that often we are above the rest, and it is with right that we say it. _Very few_, if any leagues, last as long as the CWO has. TONY THE K: and finally, weighing in at 245 pounds, from Parts Unknown, The Headhunter!         (Headhunter's theme music plays as the fans boo loudly.) MICHAEL POSTEMA: I never have been able to understand these guys from Parts Unknown, is that the South Arctic or something? Do they have a bar there? O'Brien would want to know. JERRY COVENANT: Don't start that back up again. The rules of this one will make for an interesting match, you only have to get one pinfall to get the win, so not only do they have to pin each other, they have to prevent pinfalls to win. MICHAEL POSTEMA: Oh, how complex the front offices are. JERRY COVENANT: Martin throwing the self proclaimed Franchise P_layer_  of the CWO, Mike Hickden out of the ring. He kicks Headhunter in the midsection, fires him into the ropes, goes for a clothesline... misses it, Headhunter with forearm... reverse jawbreaker! ERIC JOHNSON: Hickden doesn't exactly seem to be in any rush to get back into the ring. MICHAEL POSTEMA: Would you be? JERRY COVENANT: Headhunter with a fist drop, he picks Johnny Martin up, bell ringer... runs off the ropes, dropkick. Rocks the big man, but does not knock him down. ERIC JOHNSON: Headhunter is in the 235-245 range, he's a lightweight, a flyer... Martin on the other hand is a... large, 300 plus. MICHAEL POSTEMA: Beefy! JERRY COVENANT: Headhunter with a running kneelift, runs off the ropes, clothesline... not having enough effect to knock Martin down... Hunter off the ropes, going for another one... MARTIN catches him! MICHAEL POSTEMA: He's about to go on a trip! JERRY COVENANT: Martin lifts him up in the air... _chokeslam!_ Martin working the crowd... who give him a heel pop in response. Martin picking Headhunter back up... he military presses him... _dumps_ him down! MICHAEL POSTEMA: This guy is in the ring, using all his size and strength to his advantage... Hickden is on the outside, using his BRAIN. JERRY COVENANT: Hickden literally sitting on the floor on the outside of the ring, he might as well bought a ticket. Johnny Martin throws Hunter into the corner... charging in for an avalanche... he misses it! ERIC JOHNSON: Headhunter _way_ too quick for that! JERRY COVENANT: Headhunter with a bell ringer... dropkick to the knee, he gets back to his feet and kicks Martin in that same knee. Martin with a wild right hand misses, Headhunter with another dropkick to the knee. MICHAEL POSTEMA: He finally knocked the big oaf down. Look at Hickden, he's on the outside of the ring _talking_ to the fans! He's signing a fricken autograph! I love it! JERRY COVENANT: Headhunter going for the pin, Martin _easily_ launches him off! Johnny Martin back up to his feet, he clubs Headhunter with a forearm... fires him into the ropes, _football tackle_! He mauled him right into the ground! ERIC JOHNSON: It's time for Hickden to think about getting back into the ring. JERRY COVENANT: Hickden up on the steps now, he finally gets into the ring for the first time since the opening moments of the contest.  Hickden from behind on Martin, atomic drop, clothesline to the back of the head. MICHAEL POSTEMA: That's how you do it, double team your way to success. JERRY COVENANT: Hickden off the ropes.. shoulder block into the damaged knee of Martin! Headhunter comes off the top rope, _flying legdrop!_ These two are making short, and perhaps unfair, work of the big man. MICHAEL POSTEMA: Headhunter is creeping up! JERRY COVENANT: Headhunter with a hard right hand to the face of Hickden, puts him in a waistlock, Hickden drops down, reversal... German suplex! Headhunter landed right on the back of his neck there. Hickden picks him up...                        _POWERBOMB!_ ERIC JOHNSON: Well, so much for that alliance. JERRY COVENANT: Hickden going up to the top rope.. he comes off, FLYING CROSS BODY BLOCK! ONE... TWO... THREE! TONY THE K: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, in a time of 6:05... The Franchise P_layer_ Mike Hickden. JERRY COVENANT: Well, for tonight he has indeed lived up to his name. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Jerry Covenant, for the entire first hour broadcast team, hoping you'll stay tuned for the second hour of Fever... don't go away!         (Logo and music come up as we fade to commercial.)         END HOUR #1