The lights dim in as ******** the World begins to play throughout the setup. The audience immediately responds with boos in recognition of the familiar ******** you, ******** me, ******** ******** Tom, ******** Mary, ******** ******** ******** the west coast, and ******** everybody on the east
Eat s**t and die, or ******** off at ******** pre-schoolers, ******** rulers
Kings and Queens and gold ******** wine ******** chickens, ******** ducks
Everybody in your crew sucks, punk mother ******** for a few moments, no one appears on stage. Finally, Mad Dog appears through a side door in the arena, heading to the ring through the crowd. Pushing away the closest audience members, the camera finds him, putting him on the Titantron/video board as the arena sees the word "IMPACT" smeared on Mad Dog's scarred chest in what appears to be blood.

In Mad Dog's already cut up hand is a barbed wire-wrapped chair as he continues his entrance, cursing and scuffling with fans before hopping the barricade to a chorus of boos. Pulling a microphone out of the back pocket of his denim shorts, Mad Dog begins to speak.

"Impact. The key word tonight is impact, and that's what I'm here to make. Being left to my own devices to make an impact by the 'lovely' Mrs. Jeremey, she should know that impact doesn't mean B-wrestling and total nonstop suck."

Mad Dog stops to make air quotes as he says lovely, obviously belittling general manager Jeremey.

"You see, I'm here to make an impact to show the lazy Mrs. Jeremey that Mad Dog deserves to be in the 6 Man Free For All at Proving Grounds. Tonight begins my road to the FFA Twisted Flow World Heavyweight Championship."

Mad Dog pauses for a moment, leaning on the ring ropes.

"From what I've seen here tonight, there's been no bang, there's been no fizzle. There's been a bunch of wannabes in tights flying off ropes and 'dazzling' you easily entertained buffoons, and when I say that I mean it with the deepest sympathy. Twisted Flow doesn't need a bunch of chumps trying to run game in here. Who are you peabrains going to look up to? Cyrus Everblaze? The 'Original Copycat' Geoff? Vulture?"

The audience boos at Mad Dog's disrespectful name dropping.

"You need a higher standard. You need a savior. And damn it if I'm not "Mad Dog" McLendon, the Hardcore Messiah, risen from the grave and ready to make the impact that no one else is gonna get done around here."

Pacing the ring, Mad Dog continues, slowly building up to his point.

"So what I'm doing tonight hasn't been approved by anyone and it's up to anyone with the balls to come down here and tell me I'm wrong. If any of you boys in the back want to live up to your reputations or try to make one off me you'll come down here and listen to me tell you the rules to our unsanctioned 'Mad Dog's Rules' match right here, right now."

The audience boos at Mad Dog trying to stack the deck in his favor, but soon falls silent, waiting for a response.

Soaking in the response, Mad Dog looks up to the ramp, wondering who he's about to throw down with.

Here's the weight of the world on my shoulders....

The music paused for a moment then wheel of fireworks went off around the titantron followed by a huge explosion.

Open up don't waste your days,
Find another way to live,
And face all your reasons here,
And blame all your restless fears

Cyrus came out on stage as For You by Fall of Envy played throughout the arena. He spun around as seven gold pyros went off on stage. He then started down the ramp at a casual pace, but he stopped half-way down the ramp and then walked to the side of the crowd barrier and gave the fans a few high fives. He then hopped onto the apron and entered the ring through the ropes. Cyrus hopped onto a turnbuckle and he motioned briefly for the crowd to turn up the volume and then he did his dusting off the shoulders taunt. As the music began to fade out he hopped off the turnbuckle and grabs hold of the top rope and looks back at Mad Dog. He quickly caught a mic that was tossed to him. He raised the mic to his lips and pointed to Mad Dog, but the crowd cheered loudly for him before he could even speak. "Mad Dog, your so full of it man! It's the year of The Dream!" The crowd gave a nice cheer once again.

As the audience boos Mad Dog and cheers Cyrus, Mad Dog begins to grow obviously impatient as his bloody fingers begin to twitch on the leg of the barbed-wire wrapped chair he's holding. Holding the microphone up to speak once again, Mad Dog continues.

"That's great. It's the year of the dream! And as happy as I am for you to be ignorantly blissful of the fickleness of these so called 'fans', this isn't the 'feel good' part of the show, Cyrus. This is the part of the show that responsible parents don't let their children watch. So having said that, I'll give all these responsible parents a moment to take their spawn somewhere safe."

Mad Dog pauses for a moment, soaking in the boos as no one leaves, wanting to see what happens between these two high profile roster members.

"Cyrus, since you're here I assume you want to hear Mad Dog's rules. Listen close, cause I'm only gonna say this once."

Mad Dog takes a deep breath, stalling as the audience waits to finally hear the rules of the match.

"20 count ring out; 5 count to get to your feet before the TKO. No holds barred, all weapons legal. No submission and no pinfall without blood."

Walking closer to Cyrus, Mad Dog keeps the microphone elevated to his mouth to continue speaking.

"And there's not going to be a bell to start the match, so it's gonna start right about now."

As he finishes his sentence, Mad Dog attempts to jab the chair into the abdomen of Cyrus, hoping to get a cheap advantage as the audience continues to boo.

Cyrus jumped back from the chair and would quickly slip to the side to go for an Enziguri to Mad Dog.

Mad Dog's jab falls short as the audience cheers. The enziguiri catches Mad Dog in the side of the head, causing him to drop the chair as he falls down and rolls out of the ring, holding his head.

Looking much more hurt than he is, Mad Dog paces the outside of the ring, holding his head the entire time, letting Mad Dog's rules go into effect. As the referee counts to 20, Mad Dog takes his sweet time, playing up the impact on his face as the crowd continues to boo.

At the 19 count, Mad Dog finally slides back in the ring and goes for a lockup with Cyrus.

Thats not how things were going to work with Cyrus, as soon as the ref hit 5 Cyrus ran to the ropes and suddenly went for a suicidal dive into Mad Dog.

Mad Dog, still feigning pain, turns just in time to see Cyrus's torso slam his back into the guard rail/barrier. The momentum of the hit knocks Mad Dog's clean over the top of the barrier and into the fans as the ref continues the count.

6...

7...

Cyrus slowly got back to his feet and walked over to grab a steel chair near the commenter table.
8...
9...
10...

As the ref continues the count, Mad Dog slowly stirs, rising from the fans with his own stolen chair. Climbing the guard rail, Mad Dog approaches, Cyrus with his chair, looking for a duel.

11...

12...

13...

Cyrus raised his chair and bent a bit to stay low, this would be like a western stand off.
14...
15...

16...
17...

There was a yelp from the crowd and the camera panned back to the ring. The ref was busy counting on the table to not notice the third man coming down the ramp. Sliding into the ring, Shadow immediately spun the ref around, kicked him in the gut and then took him down for the count with a Blackout Stunner. While some fans cheered, others booed him for his actions. Shadow unzipped the jacket he was wearing and slipped it off, showing that he was wearing a ref's shirt. Then leaning on the ropes he yelled out, "Take your sweet time!" to Mad Dog and Cyrus. Then he started the count over.

"One!"

Mad Dog, not sure what to think, cautiously edges forward and attempts a chair swing toward Cyrus.

Cyrus blocked the blow with his own chair then rushed forward in an attempt to knock Mad Dog over.

Mad Dog's chair loudly clangs against Cyrus's before Cyrus attempts to rush Mad Dog. Mad Dog, still expecting a chair duel, simply swings the chair again, aiming for the top of Cyrus's head.

The chair bounces off of Cyrus's head,he wobbles for a moment then stumbles to the side and falls over sideways.

Mad Dog immediately attempts to take advantage by pulling his trademark stapler from his boot and attempting to grab Cyrus, side headlock him, and begin stapling his head.

"Ahhh!" Cyrus quickly tries to get out of Mad Dog's headlock after a staple goes into his head.

Mad Dog begins to lose grip on Cyrus as he struggles. Thinking quickly, Mad Dog drops the stapler and attempts to hold Cyrus by his hair as the audience boos.

Cyrus quickly went for punches into Mad Dog's gut, trying to get a little room.

Mad Dog completely loses his grip as Cyrus knocks the breath out of him. Doubling over, Mad Dog sucks wind, trying to catch his breath.

Cyrus quickly goes for a powerful kick to MD's head.

Mad Dog takes the kick to the head, falling back a few steps and grabbing the ring apron to hold himself up.

Cyrus quickly picks up his chair and tosses it to MD,"Think Fast!" And then he quickly runs in going for a spear.

Mad Dog turns in time to catch the chair and the spear on the floor

Cyrus gets back to his feet and takes a moment to take the fricken staple out of his head.

Mad Dog lies on the floor for a while, recovering as Shadow continues counting.

Taking his time, Mad Dog runs up the clock before pulling himself up and sliding into the ring, keeping his eyes on Cyrus.

Cyrus rolls into the ring and rolls out to end the count then throws up the apron, it was time to go hardcore.

"Two?"

Cyrus rolled into the ring and back out, making Shadow throw his hands up in the air. "Oh well."

Then he started again.

"One!"

As Cyrus slides back under the rope for a moment, Mad Dog rushes up and grabs the top rope, attempting to lay some stomps in on Cyrus.

Cyrus was hit with two of the stomps, but then rolled out of the ring and quickly grabbed hold of MD's leg and tried to pull it out from under him.

"s**t!" was heard by fans in the first few rows as Mad Dog's ankle was yanked out from under him, knocking him flat on his back.

Cyrus would then try to wrap his leg around the bottom and middle ropes.

Mad Dog's legs are quickly adjusted to be wrapped around the bottom and middle rope. "Ahh! What the ********, buddy!?"

Cyrus suddenly jumped onto the apron and then hopped onto the turnbuckle. This was definitely a new tactic. He then jumped from the turnbuckle to go for a diving elbow into MD's Leg.

Mad Dog is hit by the elbow as he grabs his leg in pain, wrenching his legs free and rolling over on the mat before Cyrus can do it again.

After hitting the elbow Cyrus slowly got back to his feet.

Mad Dog rolls over and shakes his head around, tossing his long hair back. Taking his time standing back up, Mad Dog picks his barbed wire chair off the mat and begins unwrapping the barbed wire. For a moment, Mad Dog seemed to let Cyrus do his own thing under the ring as he takes the unwrapped barbed wire and begins wrapping his chest and upper body in it. Blood droplets begin to form where the barbed wire pierces his own skin, but Mad Dog doesn't seem to care as much about that as preparing his next move.

As Mad Dog did this Cyrus rolled out of the ring and grabbed a trashcan from under the apron.

Now fully, wrapped, Mad Dog looks down on Cyrus outside the ring and draws a line with his foot in the center of the ring.

Backing up, Mad Dog holds the chair up and waits to see if Cyrus will cross his line

Cyrus looked up at Mad Dog and held the trashcan at his side.

"Oh God dammit..." Mad Dog mutters to himself as Cyrus just looks at him. After a moment of deliberation, Mad Dog decides to attempts to run and baseball slide into Cyrus.

Cyrus jumps back as Mad Dog tries to slide into him.

Bringing his feet down, Mad Dog drops the chair on the ground as he lands outside. Immediately, he turns and attempts to bear hug Cyrus, pressing the barbed wire into both of them.

Screw that, Cyrus had a trash can, and he intended to use it. As MD came near he tried to bash him in the head with it.

The trash can comes crashing down on Mad Dog's head as he turns around, hunched over, holding his head in pain. If Cyrus tries to get any closer, Mad Dog will attempt to throw his leg back, hopefully catching Cyrus between the legs.

After the trash can hit he threw it to the ground and started pulling a table out of the apron as the crowd began chanting, "We want tables, we want tables."

Mad Dog spits out yet more blood as his temper begins getting worse and worse while Cyrus continues to show him up. As the fans begin to chant for Cyrus to put Mad Dog through a table, Mad Dog attempts to turn and rush him with a vicious clothesline.

Cyrus turns and drops the table as he's hit with the clothesline.

Taking Cyrus by the head, Mad Dog looks at the fans closets and begins taunting them.

"You want a table!? You want what!? Get out of my face!"

With his hold on Cyrus's head, Mad Dog attempts to walk him to the commentary table and slam his head into it. If successful, after the first slam, he'll try to roll Cyrus on top.

Cyrus's head bounced off of the table and then he was thrown onto the table.


Mad Dog stands on the table as the crowd noise immediately increases. Instead of picking Cyrus up however, Mad Dog attempts to lock Cyrus in a sloppy Camel Clutch on top of the table as the audience boos.

Using a free hand, Mad Dog snatches a mic from an employee next to the table. Out of breath, Mad Dog begins yelling into the mic.

"Mad Dog's rules! Submissions are legal now! Taaaap! Count it, Shadow! Ring the bell, ******** audience begins to boo at Mad Dog's cowardly tactic.

For one thing, Shadow was upset that Mad Dog was making his all-time favorite submission move look like a sex position in a gas-mask and torture porno. And he would know too. The other thing was that Shadow just didn't care.

So he shouted at Mad Dog, saying, "No, you're doing it wrong!"


"What the hell!?"

Mad Dog drops Cyrus and stands up on the table, looking at Shadow.

"These are my rules; you have to play by them!"

Mad Dog jumps off the table and walks up the ring steps, getting up face to face with Shadow.

"Tell him to ring the bell!"

Shadow blinked and then took a step back.

"Too bad this isn't GORE, cause I'm making this ******** You TV."

Flipping Mad Dog two birds as he said "******** You TV" Shadow went straight to business and sent a hard right to Mad Dog's jaw, much to the delight of the fans.

Mad Dog doesn't even have time to respond as he's punched to the roar of the audience. Dropping the microphone, Mad Dog attempts to send a retaliation punch straight to Shadow's forehead.

Shot in the forehead, Shadow leaned back and came back to with another right shot towards Mad Dog's cheek.

Mad Dog is punched in the cheek, sending him a few steps back this time. Snorting, Mad Dog attempts to rush Shadow and pick him up in a barbed wire-wrapped Bear Hug that he couldn't previously lock in on Cyrus!

Cyrus rolled off the table and looked to the brawl going on inside the ring.

Shadow allowed Mad Dog to hug him, and it was fairly painful. Thrown about up in the air, Shadow stared down directly into Mad Dog's face and smiled, practically cackling. Then tilting his head back he whipped it forward attempting to blind Mad Dog with his Black Mist while his hands were wrapped around Shadow.

Cyrus took some time to climb the turnbuckle, keeping his eyes on Mad Dog.

Mad Dog lets go as the Black Mist covers his eyes and face. When he lets go, blood and black mist trickles down onto the ring canvas, staining it. Stumbling backwards, Mad Dog falls back against the top rope rubbing his face violently.

"Get it out!! Get it out, dammit!!"

Dropped down to the ground and landing on his feet, Shadow ignored the blood enough for him to rush at Mad Dog and attempt to clothesline him out of the ring. After all, he did say to "Get it out."

Mad Dog is hit hard by the clothesline, knocking him clean over the top rope, hitting his head on the apron before tumbling to the floor ungracefully.

Cyrus suddenly jumps from the turnbuckle and goes for a diving Hurricanranna to Shadow.

As Cyrus and Shadow seem to be preoccupied, Mad Dog takes his time dusting off and getting up. Not having a microphone anymore, Mad Dog knocks over a camera man and steals his camera before hopping the guard rail and running away into the audience. Holding the camera up to his face Blair Witch style, Mad Dog begins yelling as his blackened face is projected on the Titantron.

"That's not fair! I'm Mad Dog and this is my yard! Those are my rules! You broke the rules; you can't play the game! I'm claiming moral victory on this one. This isn't the last you've seen of me, Twisted Flow."

Mad Dog drops the camera, breaking it as the Tron is covered in static. Turning, he disappears through an audience exit.

Preoccupied with Mad Dog, Shadow only turned around just in time to be hurricarannaed by Cyrus, doing a small flip in the air as he landed on his back.

Cyrus only partly caring about what Mad Dog said moved over to Shadow. "To answer what you asked before, I'm Cyrus 'The Dream' Everblaze, and I will be the next World Champion!" With that being said Cyrus rolled out of the ring and exited through the crowd to give the fans a little love.

While Cyrus was leaving, Shadow got up and stood in the ring alone, holding his back and watching the two men leave. Smiling and nodding his head he picked up the mic that Mad Dog dropped.

"There's only one way you're getting to be champ, Cyrus: you have to go through me."

Dropping the mic he rolled out of the ring and proceeded up the ramp to head backstage, while the crowd was still eating up the brawl they had just witnessed.