The Nightcrawler vs. The Rock (barbed wire deathmatch for the EWF Championship)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzJPfCpbLpI

The arena was dark, and a cloud of smoke surrounded the stage and trailed down the ramp. All of the sudden, a tall figure emerged from the smoke. Today, the Nightcrawler was wearing plain black trunks, boots of the same color, and mask number 4. In other words, very little... he knew what he was getting into, but he wasn't afraid to bleed... a lot. He slowly walked down the ramp, then instead of his normal taunt, slid into the ring to avoid getting his leg caught in the career-ending barbed-wire ropes. Outside of the ring there were a few tables, chairs, and 2x4s, all wrapped in the unforgiving barbed wire. As he waited for his opponent to enter, he paced the ring, staring angrily at the stage.

Booker T: What a sadistic man... look at him, Tazz! He's wearing practically nothing at all!

All of the sudden, the lights flashed.

Booker T: Now what the hell would the CEO be doing at this time? The match hasn't even started. What could he possibly have to say?

"I have awarded The Rock the EWF Championship... no questions asked."

The lights flashed again, then the TRON went blank.

Tazz: What the hell? That's it?
Booker T: What the hell indeed. Wait a second, where's The Nightcrawler?
Tazz: What an odd way to conclude our PPV. Anyways, see you next month at War Zone.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVMRnaH8Ie0