And the pyro EXPLODES! The sold-out crowd in Cheyenne, Wyoming is on their feet as 'Stand Up for Rock n Roll' plays across the arena! It's time for Fever! Signs can be seen such as ‘Marano 4 Champ? LOL’ and ‘Where’s my shot?’ can be seen among the fans. We go down to ringside, where Shane Young and Bobby ‘The Brain’ Heenan are waiting to welcome us to the show as always!

Shane Young: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sunday…Night…Fev…

Bobby Heenan: Shut up Shane! You’re already ruining a grand moment in UiWF history!

Shane Young: What the hell are you talking about?

Young’s question is answered by the arrival of one Dean Jones, as ‘I Hope You Die!’ hits over the PA system and the new World Heavyweight Champion struts out, accompanied by his right-hand man, Bob Sapp, who is wearing a party hat crooked on his head. The two men make their way down to the ring in the middle of two rows of fairly-ordinary looking people wearing ‘Dean Jones: Our Hero; Our Champion’ shirts and a load of confetti falling from the ceiling. As Jones steps into the ring, the people on the ramp surround the ring, get down on their knees and inexplicably begin to bow down to Jones and Sapp. Jones walks around the ring holding his belt aloft as tonnes of pyrotechnics go off around him and around the arena, with the fans booing him relentlessly for his show of egomania. This continues for several minutes, after which time everyone except Jones, Sapp and Bobby Heenan appear to be growing bored and restless.

‘Come to Life’ then hits to a surprisingly loud cheering ovation, and the General Manager of the UiWF, Philip Adams walks out onto the stage.

Adams: OK, ok, hold it right there. I, along with countless thousands of others I’m sure, am absolutely repulsed at how long-winded and awful this spectacle really is. And I’m not talking about your title reign Dean.

A cheer from the crowd.

Adams: Now, what does this so-called ‘Victory Celebration’ prove to anyone, Dean? I mean, we get it, you won the belt two weeks ago, you can call yourself number one. Shouldn’t you be preparing for your match with Joey Marano later tonight? After all, it IS a title match!

Jones looks at Adams in disbelief and then starts laughing hysterically.

Jones: Are you being serious bossman? Joey Marano!? I’ve faced better chimpanzees than that before in my career, and I am not worried in the slightest.

Adams: Never underestimate an opponent Dean, I thought you would’ve realised that.

Jones: Oh, I’m not underestimating him, bossman. I’m just being realistic. Now, if you don’t have anything important to say…

Adams: Actually, Dean, I do! Right here, is the same contract that I had last week, and this week I promise to unveil the Pride pay-per-view main event!

A sense of anticipation grows in the crowd as Dean looks on apprehensively.

Adams: That’s right. Dean Jones. John Cena. One more time to see who is the UNDISPUTED Heavyweight Champion of the UiWF! After the shenanigans of Reality Rules, what with the interference and title swap incidents, now is the time for a decisive conclusion, and what better place for this final showdown than at Pride: Final Conflict? This won’t be just any ordinary match, it will be a…

‘Can’t Nobody Stop Me’ hits and the crowd erupts. Dean and Sapp are startled in the ring, as John Cena, now the JTW Champion, and Jamal hit the ring. Jamal takes it to Sapp straight away, as Cena hits Dean with a few right hands, then nails him in the face with his own created Jerk The World title belt! Dean is clattered into the ropes, then sent over the top and onto the ‘worshippers’ outside with a double clothesline from Cena and Jamal!! The crowd goes wild as Sapp is also disposed of, and Cena picks up the UiWF Title from the middle of the ring. He throws it out onto Dean, then looks up at Phil Adams, who looks crestfallen that for the second week running, his biggest announcement has been foiled. Cena merely shrugs in apology, as his music plays and the crowd goes mental.


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When we return, Ric Flair has already assumed his place at the announce table, and Troy Turner is on his way to the ring.

Young: For this next match folks, the legendary Ric Flair will be lending his thoughts to us. Ric, it’s a pleasure to be sat here with you.

Ric Flair: Thanks Shane-o, it’s a pleasure.

Heenan: Ric, what’s it like to be back?

Flair: I gotta tell ya Bobby, I’ve never felt better. It’s great to be cheered by all of these fans again, but this guy, this disrespectful, arrogant little man, Troy Turner, is attempting to ruin it all for me.

Turner approaches the ring, goading Flair all the way. His music dies down and is replaced by that of the Dark Patriot, but the masked one doesn’t appear, and the music stops abruptly to a chorus of boos after about thirty seconds. Then, the face of Psychosis, grinning, shows up on the screen. We pan out to see Disturbed stood behind him, and none other than the Dark Patriot lying on the floor, covered in blood.

Psychosis: You see? THIS…

He gestures to the fallen Patriot behind him, as Disturbed stands over, staring into the camera.

Psychosis: THIS…this is what happens when you try and mess with me. I warned you, we warned you, but you wouldn’t listen, would you? YOU dared to unmask me, humiliate me and make the Dark Patriot seem like the superior man.

Psychosis laughs manically.

Psychosis: Well, that is not the case. And I, we, have proved that here. Would the BETTER man have been able to be systematically ripped apart by myself and Disturbed? Would the BETTER man have been able to undo all of his own momentum gained in recent weeks by falling prey to the weaker soul? Philip Adams…and anybody else…let this be a warning. A warning to you, that Psychosis always…ALWAYS…gets what he wants. The UiWF is STILL in my control, whether you know it or not…

The video fades out, and Troy Turner is visibly happy about what was just seen on the Smithtron. He grabs a mic to air his thoughts.

Turner: Well, I guess that means that I win by default! And that means that I don’t need to wrestle here tonight, so I bid you all goodnight.

Turner looks to leave and drops the mic, sarcastically waving to the crowd…

Flair: WAIT just one minute pretty boy!

Turner turns, startled, to see Ric Flair stood up at the announce table. He picks up the mic again.

Turner: You want some more of this, old man? I dare you to get into this ring with me right now…come on, give it all you got!

Flair doesn’t need any convincing. He throws down his jacket and rips off his headset, making a beeline for Turner.

Adams: Hold up…hold up…

GM Adams is again on the stage, and he looks far from happy.

Adams: Before you two go and throw away one of my big money-makers of the month, let me stop you. Ric Flair, Troy Turner, right now is not the time for you to be beating the crap out of each other. That time will come…on June 29th in Philadelphia. PRIDE is all that’s on the line, right? Ric Flair, one-on-one with Troy Turner. June 29th. ‘Til then, I suggest you both head to the back, chill out and cool down. Unless you are planning on sitting next to Bobby Heenan all night, of course.

The two men back down, but another stare down commences, before Turner rolls his eyes and exit’s the ring. Flair yells at him some more, before Adams brings the attention back onto him.

Adams: And that’s not all. Psychosis thinks he has the upper hand on me, despite what has happened in the last two weeks. He doesn’t, I can assure you of that, and I can tell you right now…Psychosis is a coward. He won’t come to this ring and face any of you tonight, but he is perfectly fine standing in the shadows, somewhere backstage, allowing Disturbed to do all of his dirty work. At Pride, Psychosis WILL face you all, in that ring. The Dark Patriot WILL face Psychosis…and since Psychosis has been fighting with Shamaya recently over the services of one Disturbed, I am going to team the two up…Psychosis and Disturbed that is. Those two versus The Dark Patriot, and I may have some surprises up my sleeve.

‘Come To Life’ hits again, and Adams exits.

Young: The GM has just added two huge matches to our next PPV!

Heenan: I know, but what is he thinking? Letting the Nature Boy loose…and giving Psychosis a man advantage over the Dark Patriot!

Young: He said he had a few surprises, Brain.

Heenan: Yeah, and what the hell is that supposed to mean?

Young: I guess we’ll find out at the PPV!


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Rayder comes out from behind the curtain and makes his way to the ring

Minority by Green Day blasts over the PA System and Adrenaline makes his way down to the ring

Boom (TCM Mix) by POD blasts over the PA System and Ander Carvetti makes his way down to the ring

Possession by Otep blasts over the PA System and Otep with all three of his belts in his possession and Shamaya by his side makes his way down to the ring.

Disturbed is in one of the corners and Carvetti, Rayder and Adrenaline begin to circle around Disturbed. Adrenaline runs at Disturbed, Disturbed lands a right hand. Rayder runs in on Disturbed, Disturbed hits him with a left hand. Ander Carvetti does the same thing, Disturbed hits him with a big boot to the face. Disturbed looks at the carnage in the ring, picks up Rayder, lifts him up in the air, Ander Carvetti gets up , hits Disturbed with a kick to the stomach, Adrenaline gets up and kicks Disturbed in the stomach as well and Disturbed drops Rayder and falls to the mat.

All three men start kicking Disturbed as he lies on the mat. Adrenaline goes for a quick pin on Disturbed, but Rayder breaks it up before the referee can even begin to count. Carvetti goes for a pin, but both Rayder and Adrenaline break it up. All three men stare at each other and all three begin to attack one another with blows to the head. We have Adrenaline hitting Carvetti, Carvetti hitting Rayder and Rayder hitting Adrenaline.

Adrenaline goes for a punch on Carvetti, Carvetti ducks and the momentum of Adrenaline has him hit Rayder. Rayder and Adrenaline start going blow for blow with lefts and rights, as Carvetti just stands back and watches the two of them hit each. Rayder starts getting the better of Adrenaline as Adrenaline starts getting hit towards the ropes and Rayder runs and hits Adrenaline with a clothesline and the two of them go over the top rope and to the outside.

Carvetti still sees Disturbed on the floor and starts hitting him with kicks and punches to the face then hits him with a few leg drops. Carvetti walks over to the ropes and is just watching Rayder and Adrenaline still going at it when Disturbed sits up. Disturbed gets to his feet and Carvetti does see this. Carvetti starts walking towards the middle of the ring with his back still towards Disturbed, turns around and sees that he is now up. Carvetti hits Disturbed with a punch and kick combination to the face that has no affect on Disturbed. Carvetti hits Disturbed with a right hand that still has no affect on Disturbed. Carvetti goes for a kick, Disturbed blocks it and places his hand around Carvetti’s throat. He takes Cavetti near the ropes lifts him in the air and THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE ON TOP OF ADRENALINE AND RAYDER.!!!!

Young: MY GOD!! Disturbed is dominating here, he’s decimated all three of these guys!

Heenan: Yeah, I’m a little scared myself at the moment!

Young: What’s he doing now?

Heenan: Going in for the kill!!

And so he was. He picks Adrenaline up, then tosses him over the ropes and back into the ring with ease. He puts the boots into Carvetti and RaydeR before climbing back into the ring and calling for the end of Adrenaline! He lifts him up…DEATH DRIVER!!! The cover…the three count…it’s academic!

Disturbed is handed his Intercontinental Title as ‘Possession’ hits again and Shamaya joins him in the ring. She tries to raises his hand, but he pulls away, then looks at her, hesitating, before allowing her to raise his hand in victory. And we go to another commercial.


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We return to see John Cena stood in the ring, mic in hand, JTW Title placed on his shoulder.

Cena: What up Cheyenne!

The crowd cheers at the cheap pop.

Cena: Tonight, I was scheduled to defend my coveted JTW Title belt, but it seems that nobody has stepped forward! So, I guess I’ll just have to go and find the nearest garbage bin, and…

The familiar lounge music theme of Bobby Heenan’s blasts through-out the arena, as Spencer the Intern steps out from behind the curtain, almost scared to death. He appears to still be bruised up from last time. He slowly walks down the ramp…stopping momentarily, then slides into the ring, bouncing against the ropes half-heartedly.

Heenan: That little punk is using my music! Mine!

Young: You don’t own it…it’s a free country.

Heenan: I somehow knew you were going to say that, Shuddup you little twerp.

Young: Can we just call the match…please?

Heenan: I hope Cena destroys this little punk.

Young: You really are heartless.

The ref calls to ring the bell as Intern attempts to start things off with a little test of strength battle, Cena doesn’t budge, and applies pressure into the hold. Spencer falls to his knees, and Cena lifts him and throws a swift kick to the stomach. He raises Spencer up onto his shoulders, and nails a power-bomb. Spencer is on the mat, as Cena goes for a pin.









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Cena appears aggravated, he isn’t too thrilled about what he just saw. He raises Intern up again, and Boots him across the face, He raises his hand up to the crowd, getting a huge pop in the process. They know what is coming, he bounces off the ropes, dusts off his shoulder and nails the…5 KNUCKLE SHUFFLE!

Gaining momentum, Cena raises Intern above his shoulders, Spencer appears almost knocked out, and there is little struggle from him. He tosses Intern over his shoulders and nails the FU! Spencer is out!

Young: There is no-way that Spencer is getting up from that one.

Heenan: C’mon Cena! Pin him! Get it over with.

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“No Way to Stop me” blasts through the arena, as the ref raises Cena’s hand in triumph.

Young: This wasn’t exactly a fair fight…

Heenan: Looked fair to me, that little ingrate got what was coming to him for plagiarising me!

Young: Will you give it a rest?

Cena raises his belt in mock celebration, then tosses it out of the ring onto the ramp. He slowly walks out to pick it up, then wanders to the back, holding up the ‘W’ sign for the fans as Spencer is helped by paramedics.


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We return to the office of Philip Adams, where the GM is currently sat behind his desk, scribbling notes on a piece of paper. He appears to be mumbling to himself.

Adams: Oh how fun it is to mess with the ants…who can I stick him up against next week?

Adams’ booking plans are interrupted by a knock at the door. The visitor lets themselves in, and Adams doesn’t even look up to see who it is until they sit in the chair opposite.

???: What were you thinking, making that match?

Adams: I’m sorry?

Adams looks up, puzzled, to see Shamaya, the handler of Disturbed, looking back at him with her hollow eyes fixed intently upon his face.

Shamaya: I came to you last week, voicing my concerns. You said you would help me, but you seem to have only increased the rift between me and him. Why team him up with Psychosis at the PPV?

Adams: Look, Shamaya, if you think really hard, and think about what is to be done between now and then, you’ll know exactly why I did it.

Shamaya: I’m afraid I don’t quite follow.

Adams: You’re intelligent. Figure it out. I have put Disturbed in a position where he has his own choice to make. But you need to influence him. Get back on his good side and convince him why he needs to keep you in his life, and not Psychosis. It is up to both of us now, and remember, I said that I may have a few surprises of my own come Pride.

Shamaya doesn’t reply, she merely nods, then gets out of the seat and slowly exits, Adams watching her all the way. After she leaves, he shakes his head, and we go back to ringside.

The lights suddenly dimmed and spot lights illuminated all around the arena showcasing the massive crowd in attendance. Then it happened...

"Anarchy in the UK" started up and the fans went into a frenzy as everyone familiar masked hero made his decent towards the ring krumping all the way through the crowd. He slid into the ring and raced around it like a maniac even stopping to shake the ropes.

Heenan: Oh no... not him...

Young: It's The Jekster! He's back!

The Jekster: "HI!"

"Dil-DO! DIL-DO! DIL-DO!"

Heenan: You've got to be kidding me.

That's right, a dildo chant started.

The Jekster: "I was sent in a capsule from a place long from here and I came here for one reason: to attack and keep coming. Not to ask but just to give. Not to want but just to send...send the power of The Jekster down everybody's throat in the UIWF till they become sick of it. Well you're gonna get sick of it because this freak of nature right here is just beginning to swell. And when I get big enough, brother, there ain't gonna be room for anybody else but me and all The Jekster's floating through the veins, and the power of The Jeksta!"

The crowd erupts in applause for whatever the hell he just said.

Heenan: What? He just changed a quote from that crack pot Ultimate Warrior around. Is this guy for real?

Young: You bet he is. This is great stuff Brain!

The Jekster: "I look above to the gods, and when you fall below the skeletons of The Jekster's past, the power of The Jeksters will become the eighth Wonder of the World!"

A very loud drum rolling is heard through the arena from the many attendance stomping their feet for their hero.

The Jekster: "By now all the little Jeksters know that the power of The Jekster is something that you want to feel, that you want to taste. It's something that when you turn on that TV screen or when you buy a ticket in those arenas you know that it's gonna be exciting and that it might even be a little bit frightening!"

Bobby Heenan doesn't even reply. He just stands up and leaves.

The Jekster: "I live for your frustration! Combat is where I want to be! THE JEKSTER HAS RETURNED!"

Jekster makes his exits to a mixed reaction as we go to a video package highlighting the title win of Dean Jones at Reality Rules and his ongoing feud with former champion John Cena. When we come back, Bobby Heenan has resumed his place at the announce table for our main event, but isn’t happy at all at the return of the Jekster.

Life to Lifeless by Killswitch Engage blasts over the PA System and Joey Marano comes out from behind the curtain and walks down to the ring.

I Hope You Die! by The Bloodhound Gang blasts over the PA System comes out from behind the curtain with his World Title on his shoulder as he walks down to the ring.

Dean Jones hands the referee the belt and the referee holds the belt up and signals for the match to start.

Joey Marano and Dean Jones go face to face in the middle of the ring and Dean Jones slaps Marano across the face. Marano returns the favour and slaps Dean Jones in the face. Jones goes for a punch; Marano ducks it, hits Jones with a couple of right hands, runs off the ropes and clotheslines Jones. Dean Jones rolls to the outside of the ring following the clothesline and Joey Marano follows.

Jones sees Marano, begins to back pedal and as Marano gets close enough to Jones, he gets pocked in the eye. Jones takes Marano and throws him into the guardrail. Jones starts hitting Marano with lefts and rights, then he grabs Marano pulls him close to him, then rams his back into the guardrail. Dean takes his right hand and slaps Marano across the face again, takes him and slams Marano’s face into the steel steps then rolls him back in the ring.

Marano is in the middle of the ring and is slowly getting to his feet as Dean Jones has his back towards Marano as he is jawing at the fans. Dean turns around and runs towards Marano and goes for BOOM! Nut Shot!, but Marano blocks it and hits Jones with a DDT. Marano gets up, lifts up Jones, throws him into the turnbuckle, lifts Jones on to the turnbuckle and hits a top rope Superplex. Marano gets up and hits Jones with a clothesline, Jones gets up, Marano goes for another clothesline, Jones ducks, Jones, goes for a clothesline of his own, Marano ducks, Marano bounces off the ropes and hits Jones with a flying forearm.

Marano gets to his feet and lifts Jones up, throws him into the turnbuckle. He walks over to Jones and starts’ hitting him with left’s and rights and some slaps for good measure. Marano goes to the other side of the ring, runs towards Jones, going for a splash but Jones moves and Marano crashes stomach first into the top of the turnbuckle. Jones and Marano are in the middle of the ring and Jones starts hitting Marano with some left hands, Marano answers with some right hands. They both go back and forth no man wanting to back down, thy then both run off the ropes and both hit each up with a cross body and both come crashing to the floor.

Jones gets to his feet first and picks up Marano, Marano looks Dazed and goes for a right hand, but Marano ducks and Dean’s morions swendinds him spinning and Marano has Jones in the Kill Switch position, but Dean headbutts Marano, then hits him with BOOM! Nut Shot! and Marano falls to the floor. Dean goes to the top-rope and hits the Final Jerk, then goes for the pin…










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The referee signals for the bell. Dean retains his title! He holds it aloft, then spits on Marano and laughs, soon exiting.

Young: Dean is successful in his first defence Brain, you gotta be happy.

Heenan: I was a lot happier when neither Jekster or Joey Marano were around, Shane-o!

Young: I don’t blame you…folks, that’s all we got time for tonight, thanks for being with us, we’ll see ya next week!

We fade to black with one last shot of Dean and the title in the ring…