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WARPED87 - 4/12/14 - Flint, MI - Perani Arena

The Perani Arena. Flint, Michigan. Our debut in the market, and the largest attendance for WARPED in the US EVER with 5000 sold out! The Murder Mitten Mayhem Tour is near the end but its far from over with many great matches!"

WARPED87 - 4/12/14 - Flint, MI - Perani Arena

Thank you for your purchase of this WARPED Wrestling DVD "WARPED87"

In the pre-show match, a Triple Threat between tag partners Lance Murphy and Casey Black, along with Triple J.. Triple J was victorious over Casey Black via pinfall.




WARPEDVision lights up with a shot of President Joey Matthew backstage with business partner Patrick Kay Anthony, better known as PKA. They're both dressed to the nines and look to be busy getting work done.

PKA: "So I brought you this."

PKA hands Joey a long, white box. Joey raises an eyebrow and opens it up. He pulls out an umbrella.

PKA: "Don't open it up inside. It's bad luck."

Joey Matthew: "I think I know what this is for. But don't worry. Turns out the forecast changed and we won't be getting any rayne anytime soon."

PKA: "Oh, praise the clown overlords. Mr. Rottentreats must be thrilled."

Joey Matthew: "He probably will. By the way, I also have something."

Joey picks up a briefcase and opens it up, showing only PKA the contents. PKA's gasps. He turns behind him and looks at the set-up of titles that Joey brings with him on display, and then back at the briefcase.

PKA: "Does that mean what I think it does?"

Joey Matthew: "Sure does. This will be good."

Joey's cell starts ringing. He answers it. PKA smirks and walks out of the office.

Joey Matthew: "Hello? ... ... Oh, yes. He'll be here in an hour? ... ... Great. I'll be ready."




- WARPED88 -

The DVD opens as we see Malik Logan entering the ring to "UNDEAD" by Hollywood Undead. Logan walks past the steps and slides right on the apron a la Dolph Ziggler and then immediately pops up to both feet. He quickly steps in the ring and goes to the turnbuckle diagonal to the steps. He climbs on the middle rope, puts his head down, and then throws both arms up bring his head up with them. Malik hops down and the music dies out as he prepares for his match.

Tony D: "Welcome to WARPED88 fans! We are live at a sold out Perani Arena in Flint, Michigan for the very first time! This is a record breaking crowd for WARPED in the United States and we're about to kick things off with Malik Logan and Jason Richards going one on one!"

Kris Red: "That's all good and well Tony D but I want to know what Joey has in that briefcase and who he was talking to!!"

The bell sounds and Malik Logan extends his hand. Jason Richards accepts and the two men shake. The fans applaud but suddenly Malik brings Richards in with a T-Bone Suplex, catching him off guard! Logan wastes no time now as he brings him up, boots him in the gut, and hits a powerbomb, but holds on!

Tony D: "Malik Logan isn't wasting any time!"

He then brings Richards up and down for a second powerbomb, and he keeps ahold again and this time he brings him onto his shoulders and hits a Death Valley Driver!

Tony D: "Malik Logan just saw an opportunity and he took it!"

Kris Red: "That's a Hardcore Combination of moves there for sure and Jason Richards is in no-man's land!"

Logan perches on the second turnbuckle as Richards pushes himself up ot a kneeling position. Logan's arm is tretched out and his hand in a gun motion, pointed at his opponent as the opponent slowly makes it to his knees. Malik "pulls the trigger" and then explodes out of the corner with a super kick right to the kneeling Jason Richards! Cover..





Tony D: "The Gun Shot leads to the end for Jason Richards!"

Kris Red: "What in the world did we just witness?!"

The fans pop and the bell sounds.

Randy Long: "Here is your winner - Malik Looooogan!"

"UNDEAD!" hits the PA System as Logan looks shocked at his quick win over Richards. The referee holds his arm in the air and he celebrates by climbing the turnbuckle and posing.



- WARPED88 -

A camera crew goes roaming in the back, along with some crew members looking for Crowbar. They eventually hit the parking lot and find him asleep in the tray of his Ford F250.

The WARPED crew and cameraman attempt to wake him up to no avail. Suddenly a metallic thump is heard off camera, the sound of hands hitting metal.


Crowbar groans and rolls over

Crowbar: "Fuck off dad...I don't want to gorillas...."

The slam is heard again.

Female: "CROWBAR"

No response


Still no response.

Female: "MARK!"

Crowbar stirs and begins to groan, sitting up, he looks around at the chuckling crew and looks off camera at the still unknown female voice.

Crowbar: "What the f... When did you get here?! Who....what?!"

Cameraman: "You're needed in the gorilla!"

Crowbar: "Ah fuck! Well...I just had the strangest dream about Pop goes the was fuckin just kept going and going...."

Crowbar scratches his head confused for a minute before shrugging it off, hopping off the tray and heading back into the building as the camera fades off.


- WARPED88 -

The next scene in the DVD shows both Ariel Shadows and Evangelista in the ring as Evangelista's music fades out. The bell sounds as both competitors meet in the middle of the ring. Ariel Shadows gives a shove to Evangelista and Evangelista smirks as the fans 'Oooh...'

Tony D: "Ariel, you might not want to do that."

Evangelista then shoves her back and she nearly falls to the mat. She gains her balance and shakes her head in disbelief, and she then shoves Evangelista back. She stumbles into the corner and pauses, looking down at the mat, before charging and tackling Ariel Shadows to the mat! Ariel escapes and hits the ropes, but Evangelista is ready with a shoulder tackle. Ariel stays on her feet! Ariel then hits the ropes and returns with a big chop to the chesticles, and Evangelista fires back with a right hand, followed by an irish whip to the ropes. Evangelista readies herself..or so she thought..and Ariel leaps and hits a crossbody block, taking Evangelista down and covering her..


Kick out!

Both girls get to their feet and Shadows hits a right hand, and then runs the ropes. She charges at Evangelista but she moves out of the way and that sends Ariel crashing to the outside!

Kris Red: "Whoa! Ariel just landed right by me. I hope a boob doesn't pop out with her this close by!"

Evangelista then charges and hits a suicide dive through the ropes, taking out Ariel at ringside! The fans pop as Evangelista gets to her feet and brings her opponent up with her. Evangelista hits a few forearm strikes followed by right hands that has Ariel reeling. She then irish whips Ariel into the ring apron, back-first! Evangelista grabs her by the head and rolls her into the ring and slides back in. She brings Ariel up and sends her into the ropes, and ducks down, but rather than receive a back drop, Ariel kicks Evangelista in the face, backs up, and hits a running BIONIC ELBOW~!

Kris Red: "She's got the most dangerous elbow in the ring!"

Tony D: "That made no sense."

Evangelista staggers into the corner and Ariel comes at her with karate kicks to the midsection. Evangelista tries to block them as Ariel continues the quick fury of kicks. Evangelista shoves her away and runs at Ariel but she hits a Judo Hip Throw and takes 1/2 of the Dragons Unleashed to the mat! She covers..


Foot on the rope!

Ariel pulls Evangelista up but Evangelista hits a jawbreaker, followed by a knee to the gut. She grabs the arm of Ariel Shadows and twists it, before palm thrusting the solar plexus! She follows up with a Spinning Back Palm to the face and Ariel drops! Evangelista covers..



Kick out!

Evangelista now watches as Ariel starts to get to her feet...

Tony D: "This is Ariel's biggest challenge to date here in WARPED and she needs to get out of the way of Evangelista cause I think she has something in mind here.."

Kris Red: "Evangelista always has something on her mind! Don't ask her about her favorite passtime. She'll talk your head off."

Evangelista stalks her for the Headbreaker, but Ariel turns around just before Evangelista was going to attempt the finishing move! Ariel gets in a fighting stance with her fists up, and she throws a big roundhouse kick that Evangelista dodges. Ariel goes for a jab and Evangelista ducks and bobs and weaves with each punch attempt. Evangelista tries for a double leg takedown but Ariel hits a double axe handle on the back of Evangelista. She then sends her into the ropes and on the rebound she leaps up for a Hurricanrana and she sends Evangelista to the mat!

Tony D: "Excellent athleticism on display here!"

Kris Red: "Ariel Shadows is really showing off tonight!"

Evangelista starts getting up in the corner and Ariel hits a big roundhouse kick to the face! She turns her around and lifts her up, placing her on the top turnbuckle. She climbs up now and locks in a reverse waistlock, and hooks her feet around the ropes, before falling back with a German Suplex, hanging on from the top rope upside down..

Tony D: "The Spider German Suplex!"

..but Evangelista lands on her feet!

Kris Red: "Speaking of athleticism!"

Ariel pulls herself back up but Evangelista charges and grabs her by the head and hits the Headbreaker!

Tony D: "OUCH!"

Kris Red: "Head, meet knees! OUCH!"

Evangelista pulls Ariel away from the corner and the ropes and hooks the leg..




Kris Red: "Its ova!"

The bell sounds..

Randy Long: "Here is your winner - Evangelista!"

"No Good Advice" by Girls Aloud hits the PA System as Evangelista makes her way to a vertical position and the referee raises her arm in victory.

Suddenly "Headstrong" by Trapt interrupts and the fans look up at the stage to see none other than President Joey Matthew make an appearance. He has a briefcase in one hand, a mic in the other, and a smile on his face. The music dies down as he looks ahead at the ladies in the ring.

Joey Matthew: "A most excellent match between two of WARPED Wrestling's finest talents and most definitely the future of this company. While one of you has just arrived, the other has fought for us for a long time, and both of you are deserving of great things. I am here to announce that at the final leg of this tour, next weekend in Detroit, there will be the start of a new tournament to crown a new champion. And the two of you in that ring will be a part of that tournament! Now I know, Ariel, that you're busy.. but you have earned it and the spot is yours when you're available next. Ladies and gentlemen, it is time that we bring back something that I've been dying to introduce to the WARPED audience for years now. It's something that Headstrong Wrestling was built around. It is.. a new championship."

The fans pop. Evangelista, and now a standing Ariel Shadows, look on with interest.

Joey Matthew: "So in your head right now, you must be thinking two titles in particular. On April 20th, the Junior Heavyweight Championship is RE-INSTATED!"

The fans pop for one of the biggest titles ever in Joey's former promotion, Headstrong Wrestling, along with a very popular and historic division of wrestlers and matches. The lineage is epic! "Headstrong" hits the PA system again as Joey smiles and holds the briefcase up. He points at the girls in the ring before heading to the back.

Kris Red: "Tony D! The Junior Heavyweight Title is back!!!"

Tony D: "That is a huge deal for WARPED and seemingly every fan here is excited about that decision!"

Kris Red: "Some of my favorite matches were ones contested for the Junior title so I can't wait!"




- WARPED88 -

Crowbar is seen walking backstage, he walks passed Mr. Rottentreats then steps backwards, looking him dead in the eyes. Crowbar mumbles something inaudible under his breath and smirks towards Treats, starting to walk off again. Mr. Rottentreats grabs Crowbar and slams him against the wall; his forearm on the windpipe of Crowbar. The Wicked Clown Of WARPED calmly speaks to Crowbar; as he struggles for air.

Mr. Rottentreats: “Look, I get it. You’re pissed at Anton. But if you and your new neden hoe get involved into my Evolution title defense tonight.. Consider yourselves fucked. DON’T RUIN THIS FOR ME!!”

Crowbar regains some semblance of what’s going on and shoves Mr. Rottentreats off, coughing and gasping slightly for air.

Crowbar: “Firstly, hitlerass haircut, you don’t need to FUCKING CHOKE ME TO MAKE A POINT!”

Mr. Rottentreats chuckles; as Crowbar coughs again.

Crowbar: “Secondly, why would I bother? Anton is the one who enjoys interfering, not me, he deserved what he got last show, so if he does that to me again, just for you because I’m nice, I’ll wait until after the match….but if you EVER put hands on me like that again your face is meeting this brick wall, and we both know I’m more than capable of putting you down...DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?”

Mr. Rottentreats: “Oh yeah? How’s your neck?”

Mr. Rottentreats doubles over in laughter; his left gloved index finger up, and his right hand covering his mouth. Crowbar grabs Treats hand thats up and pulls it around to his back in an armbar before pushing Treats into the wall; causing the clown’s paint to smear.

Crowbar: “What was that again?”

Mr. Rottentreats quickly rolls out of the armbar and has Crowbar on his back in an instant. With his forearm once again on the throat of Crowbar; he speaks through his teeth.

Mr. Rottentreats: “I said! How’s your fuckin’ neck!”

Crowbar throws his leg up and over Rottentreats, turning the tables and spinning him around so his back is now on the floor. Crowbar shoves his forearm onto Treats throat.

Crowbar: “Just fine, thanks!”

Crowbar loosens his arm and gets up off of Treats, backing away a bit. Mr. Rottentreats goofily kips up.

Mr. Rottentreats: “...fresh.”

Crowbar: “Good to see you haven’t gone soft. MCL, Mr Treats!”

Mr. Rottentreats: “I’ve never had problems with my knee, brudda!”

Crowbar: “Not that type, ya damned clown! Good luck, though, dead set. Retain that motherfucker or …..well, I dunno really, you suck?”

Crowbar laughs and walks passed Treats, slapping him on the left shoulder in a friendly, yet semi-forceful manner. Treats oversells the pat to his surgically repaired shoulder by clutching it immediately. Crowbar can be heard in the distance yelling “It’s not that bad, have a cup of concrete princess!” Mr. Rottentreats notices the camera in his presence and shame immediately washes over him.

Mr. Rottentreats: “...did you get all of that?”

The camera moves up and down a couple of times.

Mr. Rottentreats: “FUCK! I know you’re watching Anton. You always are. Sitting in the locker room stirring your bitch ass cup of coffee, with your bitch ass coffee stirrer. But, it’s not like Crowbar needed to point out my shoulder to you. After all, if you pay attention; you would know. On top of that, there’s MY EYE!”

Treats points to the eye patch covering his left eye.

Mr. Rottentreats: “HOWEVER! If you don’t stay on my shoulder and MY EYE! I’m telling ya, the moment you give me a second to breathe.. I’m going to fuck your world up! No matter what, though. I’m walking out of the Perani Arena tonight, as the reigning WARPED Evolution champion. And that’s all there is to it, Anton. The Future is now. And presently.. I AM WARPED!”

Crowbar suddenly walks back into frame, eating a packet of chips. He turns and looks, seeing the camera.

Crowbar: “There was a camera? Uh….Chase! He’s going to kill you...then...I’m going to double….kill….yo…..ah fuck, whatever!”

Crowbar continues on his way passed, headed towards the locker rooms.


- WARPED88 -



- WARPED88 -

The DVD fades in to the ringside area..

Randy Long: “The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Long Beach, California; by way of Sydney, Australia!”

"Headbanger Victimized" hits the arena with the lights pulsing a deep red. Crowbar steps onto the stage wearing blue jeans, converse sneakers, a black t-shirt and black leather jacket. He extends his arms out and soaks in the hate from the crowd, laughing the whole time before looking out and saying "I love you all, too!"

Randy Long: “Weighing in at 246lbs! CROOOWBAAAARR!”

He heads down the ramp, stopping at the end to look around the ring before walking up the steps and jumping the top rope into the ring, removing his jacket and handing it to an official.

Randy Long: “And his opponent, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada!”

The arena goes dark as the opening rifts to Red Fangs “Prehistoric Dog” starts to blast out of the PA system.

Randy Long: “Weighing in at 315lbs!”

Hugo steps out on to the ramp with Missy Von Eerie and throws both hands up in the air the crowd pops. Hugo whispers something in Missy’s ear before she goes to the back. Hugo marches to the ring; pointing at, and shit talking Malik Logan. Once he reaches the ring he rolls under the bottom rope; then pulls himself up to his feet in his corner.

Randy Long: “The Canadian Madman! HUUUGOOO SSTRANGE!

Tony D: “This is sure to be a hard hitting battle, Kris.”

Kris Red: “You ain’t kiddin’, Tony D! If you’ve watched their Tic Tac Torture match, you already know how Fuckin’ Xtreme these two can get.”

Tony D: “This time there isn’t barbwire, and there certainly are no Tasers present.”


Kris Red: “There’s the bell!”

Crowbar and Hugo approach the center of the ring; trash talking each other. Doesn’t look like there’s going to be a lock up to start this one off; the stiff forearms are already flying back and forth. Hugo gains the upper hand begins to drive Crowbar into the corner with a series of heavy forearms. Hugo tops the forearms of with a head butt in the corner; that seats Crowbar on the bottom turnbuckle. The crowd erupts as Hugo shakes off the effects of his own head butt. Hugo washes Crowbar’s face with the bottom of his boot; before charging the opposite ropes. He returns to a drop toe hold that sends his face into the bottom turnbuckle pad. Hugo writhes about holding his face. Crowbar turns Hugo over for a pin attempt. Hugo powers out before the referee can begin the count; sending Crowbar to the outside.

Tony D: “It looks like this one’s spilling outside early.”

Kris Red: “I hope they remember this isn’t an Fn’X rules match, Tony D! Can’t disappoint the Flint WARPED Faithful with a double count out. ”


Hugo Strange rolls out of the ring; only to be kicked in the gut. Crowbar tells a portion of the crowd to move.


Crowbar feints throwing Hugo over the guardrail; only to toss him toward the ring post.


Hugo stops the posting attempt; then hits Crowbar with a hard back elbow. Crowbar staggers back.


Hugo rolls under the bottom rope to break the count. Crowbar charges; Hugo sends him back first into the ropes; with a back body drop. Showing ring awareness; Crowbar drops back down with a snap DDT! A dueling “Let’s go Hugo” & “Crowbar sucks” chant starts.


Tony D: “Incredible counter by Crowbar!”

Kris Red: “So much for this match not ending in a double count out. IT’S OVA!”


Tony D: “Looks like Crowbar hit his knee on the steel ring apron, Kris.”

Kris Red: “He better hope that the Canadian Madman is out, or he’s gonna be on that knee like a monkey on a cupcake!”

Crowbar grabs at his knee before pulling himself upon the apron; before sliding under the bottom rope.


Crowbar waves his arms in an attempt to stop the referees count out.

Tony D: “Is he?”

Kris Red: “Showing a sign of sportsmanship? Looks like he’s gone soft, Tony D!”


A “Great North Butcher” chant breaks out as Hugo reaches up and grabs the ring skirt; in dramatic fashion.


Hugo attempts to shake the effects of the DDT off; as Crowbar reaches through the ropes and pulls him in by the hair. Another pin attempt.


TW-KICKOUT! Hugo rolls to the corner as Crowbar argues with the referee about the count. Hugo attempts to shake the cobwebs; Crowbar methodically approaches the corner. Crowbar snatches Hugo by the hair and slams his head into the bottom turnbuckle pad. Hugo shakes it off and rises to a knee; Crowbar drives Hugo’s face into the middle turnbuckle pad. Hugo shakes that one off and rises to his feet. The crowd erupts for Hugo; as Crowbar slams Hugo’s head into the top turnbuckle pad. Hugo shakes it off and pushes a shocked Crowbar out of the way. Hugo repeatedly slams his own head into the turnbuckle pad; before charging at Crowbar. Crowbar lands a crisp power slam! Hugo grabs at his back as Crowbar motions that it’s over.



Tony D: “I’m beginning to think Crowbar is attempting a rope a dope.

Kris Red: “Yeah! And Hugo Strange is the biggest dope you can rope in WARPED, Tony D!”

Tony D: “Why would you say that?”

Kris Red: “Did you not see him slamming his own head into the turnbuckle, Tony D?! HE’S A DOPE!”

Crowbar slowly rises to his feet; favoring his knee. Hugo rolls to a knee himself. Crowbar lifts Hugo the rest of the way then sends him into the corner. Crowbar follows up with a spear in the corner; he immediately muscles Hugo up, sitting him on the top turnbuckle. Crowbar ascends the rope to attempt a superplex; Hugo shoves him off of the middle rope. Crowbar’s knee gives out on him. Crowbar limps toward the corner; Hugo staggers him with a boot to the face. Hugo climbs all the way to the top; as Crowbar attempts to shake off the boot. Crowbar collapses into the ropes; crotching Hugo in the process. Crowbar attempts a superplex again. Both men standing on the top rope; Hugo tries to shove Crowbar away. Both men come crashing down to the canvas; Crowbar twisting in mid-air and hitting a cutter in the process.

Tony D: “KFO!”

Kris Red: “This time, IT’S OVA!”

Crowbar crawls on top of Hugo for the pin attempt.




Tony D: “I can’t believe it, Kris! Hugo Strange kicked out of the KFO!”

Kris Red: “Crowbar can’t believe it either, Tony D! Look at him!”

Crowbar rises to his feet, favoring his knee; he angrily signals it’s over.

Crowbar pulls Hugo to his feet then tosses him headfirst into the ring post; between the middle and top turnbuckles. Hugo staggers back; BUSTED OPEN! Crowbar throws a superkick at the back of Hugo’s head; Hugo drops to a knee and the kick goes over his head. Hugo capitalizes on the befuddled crowbar with a Full Nelson Slam.


Kris Red: “And he’s not stopping there, CANADIAN DEATHLOCK!”

Hugo violently jerks Crowbar up by the left knee; with a Stretch Muffler. Crowbar quickly taps smartly avoiding further damage to his knee.

Randy Long: “Your winner by submission; HUGOOO STRAAANGE!”

A bloody Hugo drops to a knee; still feeling the effects of the ring post. Crowbar clutches his knee; as he extends his hand toward Hugo. Hugo eyes Crowbar’s hand; noting the sincerity in his eyes. Hugo accepts the hand shake; rising to his feet, and pulling Crowbar to his in the process. The crowd erupts with a “What the fuck?!” chant.

Hugo calls for a microphone and is handed one through the ropes.

Hugo: Crowbar, that was an honor sir ;thank you. I have beat a former Evolution champion, and I beat a returning legend and the next time we face I want to go FUCKING EXTREME with a man that has defined that genre of wrestling. Now next week on 4/20 is the final night of the murder mitten mayhem tour and I am kind of left with an open dance card.

Hugo slowly gets to his feet.

Hugo: Now I know he is watching this either back stage or on dvd, but he will see this or at least hear this. PKA, I am calling you out, I am begging for a chance to get ultraviolent with the ultraviolent perfectionist. I want to take down the ropes and replace them with barbwire and play with light tubes and thumb tacks. I want to see what happens when the ultraviolent perfectionist mets the canadian butcher.

Hugo leans against the ropes as the crowd starts a chant of "Hugo, Hugo, Hugo," and a chant of "PKA, PKA, PKA."

Hugo: Patrick, I have all the respect in the world for you. Patrick I watched and idolized you as a boy, and it was you and Dylan Daniels that made me want to be a deathmatch wrestler. unfortunately my path to be the king of F'n'X it runs though you,my friend, my mentor, my hero, my next victim.

Hugo walks to the middle of the ring drops the mic and exits the ring as prehidtoric dog plays fhough the pa system.


- WARPED88 -

The camera fades backstage as we see PKA watching a monitor. He smirks and rolls his eyes. Kelly Calloway rushes up to him.

Kelly: "PKA! PKA! Do you have any thoughts on the challenge by Hugo Strange?"

PKA: "Well first of all, Kelly. It's great to see you haven't gained a pound since the last time I saw you. Looking great as always."

Kelly isn't sure how to respond, so she fakes a smile and lets PKA continue.

PKA: "Second off, this match makes no fucking sense. Why is he challenging me? I'm not an active wrestler here. Why doesn't he focus on something more important? Like what? Oh, I don't know, maybe regaining the World Title. Hell, maybe regaining any title."

PKA looks at the camera and points his finger.

PKA: "Do you really think you're ready, brudda?"

Vaughn Ronie Jr. comes into camera view with a couple water bottles. PKA nods and takes one from him.

PKA: "Did you tell Hugo I was here?"

VRJ: *hiccup* "..I think he's stalking you."

PKA: "Are you already drunk?!"

VRJ: *hiccup* - "already? What does that mean?"

PKA: "Did you even see or hear what Hugo just said out there???"

Kelly slowly creeps away, letting PKA and his new manager talk things over.

VRJ: *hiccup* - "well if you didn't treat my like your young boy all the time maybe I would be able to pay attention.."

PKA sighs and walks off, leaving VRJ there with his water bottle. He tosses that outside and pulls a flask out of his coat as the scene... wait. PKA walks back and grabs the camera and stares into it.

PKA: "I accept."

He then takes VRJ's flask, takes a swig, and tosses it back to him before heading out of camera view and the scene.. fades to



- WARPED88 -

Fade in..we are greeted with a scene inside president Joey Matthew's office. Matthew is sitting in his chair, hands pressed together on the table, fingers curled together with a growing smile over his face. Posters of WARPED events and superstars adorn the wall, as well as throwbacks to previous promotions.

In front of Joey's desk, though, with his back to the camera stands the large figure of a man, wearing blue jeans, black Church's polished shoes, a navy blue blazer with gold surgeon's cuffs on the sleeves and a dark collar, and what appears to be a light blue Ralph Lauren polo shirt beneath it. The camera zooms in, trying to get a glimpse of the figure, but he is wearing a dark London Wasps cap, showing only some of his blonde hair cascading down from the back. The man, obviously physically powerful and standing somewhere between 6"6 and 6"8, is looking down at Joey Matthew, one hand on his hip, the other holding some papers, perhaps a contract, reading through. His voice, low and authoritative, has a tinge of an accent to it, but the viewer can't make it out.

Man: "It looks right. Just make sure you put in the win bonuses, I may not need the cash, but I'm certainly not an advocate of charity."

Joey leans back in his chair, his hands sliding along his desk as he takes the contract from the large figure in front of him and opens to the large page.

Matthew: "No problem. An administration error, that's all. I'll get procurement to sort it out. You know, I've got to say, I'm surprised...delighted, but surprised, to be having this conversation. It's been so long man."

The man folds his arms, clearly exchanging a smile with Matthew before turning to face the cabinet beside his desk. A large hand is retrieved from his arm and extended, running his fingers over the glass casing over the old Headstrong Wrestling belts. He takes a moment, looking at the Heavyweight title then at the Evolution title nd without turning back to the President of WARPED...

Man: "Time waits for no man Joey..."

After a brief pause, he turns back to Joey Matthew and extends his arm for a handshake. Matthew stands from his seat and takes the large hand excitedly.

Matthew: "Just like old times then. I can't wait to..."

The man cuts him off.

Man: "No Joey, not like old times. Better. Much, better."

With that, the scene fades to Joey Matthew, president of WARPED, nodding slowly, a smile reforming on his lips.


- WARPED88 -

Mr. Rottentreats is sitting in a random corner of an otherwise empty locker room; the WARPED Evolution title being the cherry on top of his neon garb. The Wicked Clown of WARPED continues to rock back and forth; as Austin Sanders approaches him. The clown turns the crank of the black tin box with blue and white trim; between his legs. The closer Austin Sanders is to Treats the faster he turns the bright silver crank. As Austin Sanders steps foot right in front of Mr. Rottentreats, he stops turning the crank.

Mr. Rottentreats: “OOOOooeeeee!! I did it! I touched a nerve! I lit the proverbial pilot light of the stove that is Anton Chase!”

Mr. Rottentreats stares at the dress shoes of Austin Sanders before scanning up the WARPED interviewer’s body. Upon noticing its Austin Sanders, he tugs on his pant leg; then pats the carpet beside him.

Mr. Rottentreats: “Have a seat, Mr. Sanders.”

Austin Sanders: “I’ll just pull up a chair.”

Mr. Rottentreats: “I insist. I’ve got a big match tonight, Mr. Sanders. The last thing I need is your old man balls on the verge of escape in front of my face.”

Treats reaches up and violently yanks Austin Sanders to the carpet, with help from his belt loop.

Mr. Rottentreats: “Appy-polly-loggies for being so rough. I’m just a bit wound up.”

With a quick twist of the crank, the lid of the box pops open; revealing a chewed up Anton Chase action figure.

Mr. Rottentreats: “I’m going to kill that damn dog!”

The WARPED Evolution Champion pulls Austin Sanders’ microphone in front of his painted face.

Mr. Rottentreats: “Tonight, the Demolition Man gets demolished. Believe me when I say that I have plenty of reason to do so. He wants to use me as a stepping stone to the WARPED World Championship. He wants my WARPED Evolution championship. AND HE CALLED ME SLOPPY! Of all people, he called me… Sloppy.”

Austin Sanders: “Well..”

Mr. Rottentreats: “DON’T YOU.. Don’t you well me, Austin. See, he has to have been watching the 2010 DVDs. Have you seen my work lately? Crisp as a cucu.. Ya know what, I’ll admit it. I’m a lil, tiny, miniscule bit sloppy. Every now and then I drop mustard on my A-Shirt. Sometimes I forget to wipe the Faygo from my lips. But in that ring, ask Adam Stryker how precise I am. Ask, Wallace. Hell, while you’re asking people, ask Joey! He’s the man that has put me in 2 out of 3 main events recently.”

Austin Sanders pulls his microphone to himself.

Austin Sanders: “I suppose the proof is in the pudding. Do you think being a fan of Anton Chase will help, or will it be a detriment?”

Mr. Rottentreats:Was, Austin. Was. But, detriment? Nah, see I know all of his tricks; and I have tricks of my own. Besides, did you see that look in his eyes during his rant? He doesn’t believe for one second that I’m sloppy. That sliver of confidence he has, much like his chance of defeating me tonight; it’s just that, a sliver. As for his claims of defending this every week.”

Treats pats the main plate of the Evolution title around his waist.

Mr. Rottentreats: “Both of his brisk walks as Evolution champion never had more than one successful title defense. As for me? I didn’t have that opportunity with my first run; remember what happened in Cincy?”

A blank look washes across Austin Sanders’ face.

Mr. Rottentreats: “Nothing, the show was cancelled. And trust me, I would have defeated Controvert at the Cincinnati Masonic Temple, just like I’m going to defeat Anton Chase here tonight in the Perani Arena. And after I do, I’m going on to go in to Cobo Center and violently take that WARPED World Championship from William Wallace.”

Austin Sanders: “I thought you didn’t want to be WARPED World Champion?”

Mr. Rottentreats: “Just like people, minds change; Austin. And I’ve changed my mind.”

Treats jerks the microphone away from Austin Sanders; then shoos him away. The clown’s tongue caresses his own lips; as Austin Sanders exits the frame.

Mr. Rottentreats: “Anton, you’ve said some things. I’ve said some things. I praised you! And you, in an attempt to completely bury me; bored me instead. Soo here’s the deal. Tonight, I’m going to do my job as defending Evolution champion. I’m going to knock you back down the ladder; down there with Triple Jabroni and the rest. Ya know, where you belo.. Ya know what? You don’t even belong there. As a matter of fact, you don’t even belong in MY RING! Your time came and went a long, long, time ago; in a promotion far, far, away. Another fact? That moment you talk about waiting for? Tonight is mine. The only difference is, I don’t wait for my moments instead I work toward; and earn them. Tonight, that 15 year old I’ve mentioned is taking the reins of this wagon. And believe me when I say, the things present day Mr. Rottentreats wants to do to you.. They pale in comparison to the gruesome, joint jerking, tendon tearing things that 15 year old thought of. Ticket please! The sideshow starts now. The Whole Fuckin’ Sideshow, that is!”



- WARPED88 -

Randy Long: "The following contest is our main event of the evening and it is for the Evolution Championship! Introducing first.. the challenger. From Los Angeles, cAlifornia, weighing in at 220 pounds - Anton Chaaaaase!"

As Faint By Linkin Park blasts over the pa system, white smoke fills the entrance way as a person is seen behind the white smoke, as the person steps forward in front of the white smoke Anton Chase makes his way down the ramp way, with a cocky smile on his face and his arms out at the side, he climbs in the ring and climbs the second ropes and puts one hand up in the air.

Randy Long: "And his opponent.."

Entry of the Gladiators begins to play over the PA. Mr. Rottentreats makes his way from the back; riding a tiny tricycle. The WARPED Evolution Title is hanging around his neck. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp and shakes a 2 liter of Faygo up. The Wicked Clown Of WARPED pops the top off of the Faygo; before pushing himself down the entrance ramp on the tricycle. He cruises down the aisle way spraying fans with Faygo; to a mixed reaction.

Randy Long: “Now making his way to the ring. He comes to us, from the Carnival Grounds; by way of Tiny Tricycle!”

Mr. Rottentreats prepares to ghost ride the tiny tricycle as he nears the ringside mats.

Randy Long: “Weighing in at two-hundred, twenty-two pounds!”

Mr. Rottentreats barely makes the jump from tricycle to ring apron.. He wipes his feet on the apron, then begins to a bounce around; as if he’s about to perform some more aerobatics.

Randy Long: “The Whole F’N Sideshow, and your WARPED Evolution Champeeen! Mr. Rottentreeeaaats!!”

Treats slingshots himself into the ring and shakes Randy Long’s hand. Randy Long jumps back shouting profanities at Treats; who reveals the buzzer in his hand.

Kris Red: "Gets him every time."

Mr. Rottentreats takes off his EFG t-shirt and throws it into the crowd!

Tony D: "Its main event time. Anton Chase earned this shot at the Evolution Title a few weeks back, but part of me wonders if he even wants it."

Kris Red: "Well he better want it because he's about to get it and IT is a match with the #1 Contender for the World Title, current Evolution and Tag Team Champion Mr. Rottentreats!"

Tony D: "Well you're right he is absolutely a tough opponent but Anton Chase is resiliant and he has been at this for much longer than Mr. Rottentreats. Treats said he grew up watching Anton in Headstrong Wrestling and Anton and misses the old Anton."

Kris Red: "I'm not sure he misses anything but he might miss his Evolution Title if he doesn't take care of Anton tonight. Hopefully he's not too focused on his World Title shot!"

The bell sounds as the two men begin circling around the ring, keeping their eyes on one another. They meet in the middle of the ring with a hard lock-up, and Chase applies a cravate. Mr. Rottentreats gets to the ropes and the referee calls for a break. They circle again.. They lock up once more, and Treats locks in a side headlock and takes down Chase, but Chase rolls out and the two men rise back up. Treats locks in a cravate of his own now, and Chase quickly grabs the ropes. Chase with a side headlock, but Treats blocks the takeover. Treats with a boot to the gut. He hits the ropes and Chase does as well and both meet with a shoulder tackle and neither man goes down. Treats stomps on the foot of Chase and slaps him in the face! He then leaps up and hits a perfect dropkick to the head of Chase, taking him down!

Tony D: "Nice height on that dropkick from Rottentreats."

Kris Red: "Tony why do you think he still carries both Evolution Titles and the Tag Title? Seems like a lot of nonsense if you ask me."

Mr. Rottentreats takes a moment to gloat about his dropkick, as Anton Chase starts up to his feet.

Tony D: "I have no clue. Someone should ask him that next time they talk to him!"

Treats hits the ropes again but gets a face full of feet off a dropkick from Chase this time! Chase follows it up with a Senton Splash and covers..


Kick out!

Tony D: "I think Anton got a bit more heighth with that dropkick and he definitely had quite the impact."

Kris Red: "Anton Chase throws one of the best dropkicks I've ever seen and Treats just witnessed it first hand!"

Treats rises up and Chase gets out on the apron, but Treats charges and shoves him off and he crashes into the barricade. Treats slips through the ropes and pulls Chase up by the jaw and then gouges the eyes! The ref tells him to knock it off and Treats drives Chase's face into the barricade. Treats rolls Chase back into the ring and gets up on the apron. Slingshot Legdrop connects! Treats with a cover..



Kick out!

Mr Rottentreats brings Chase up to his feet and Chase fights back with a knee to the gut followed by forearm strikes. He delivers a few knife edge chops to the chest of the Champ. He hits the ropes and runs right into a back body drop form Treats, but Chase lands on the apron and keeps ahold of the ropes. Chase almost eats a boot but he sidesteps and Treats' leg gets caught up on the top rope. Chase grabs Treats by the head and delivers a hard right hand and then shakes the top rope, shaking Treats off of it and down to the mat. He starts rising and Chase leaps onto the top rope and springboards off and hits a Tornado DDT! The Evolution Champ gets dropped on his head in the middle of the ring and Anton Chase is not done as he climbs the turnbuckle. He calls for Treats to "get your punk ass up" and Treats is slow to do so but once he does, Chase comes off the top with a Missle Dropkick but Treats is able to move out of the way!

Treats cracks his neck and shakes off the effects of the DDT as Chase gets to his feet. Treats delivers a jab, another jab, and a third to the face of Chase. He spins and hits a..........n eye poke! Chase grabs his eyes and Treats pulls him in for a Cradled Belly to Back Brainbust/Backdrop Driver!

Tony D: "Fall Apart Driver!"



Kick out!

Treats brings Chase to his feet and twists his arm and whips him into the corner. Treats charges in but Chase pulls himself up, kicks Treats in the face and floats over onto the top turnbuckle. Treats staggers and Chase leaps off with a Crossbody and takes out the champ! He stays on top for the cover..



Kick out!

Chase irish whips Treats into the corner and charges in with a clothesline! He then hoists him up onto the turnbuckle and climbs up. Chase leaps up onto the shoulders for a Super RANA~ but Treats holds on and powerbombs Chase to the mat below! Treats now stands up and gets on the top rope and begins walking it like a tight rope before leaping off and landing an elbow drop!

Tony D: "Mr. Rottentreats hits the Tight Rope Elbow Drop!"

Treats hooks the leg..



Kick out!

Treats gets on top of Chase and repeatedly punches him in the face and tells him to stay down! "You're not getting the strap tonight, Chase!" as he gets off of him and hops onto the turnbuckle. Chase gets to his feet and Treats leaps off with a Corkscrew Buff Blockbuster!

Kris Red: "The RED Pop Drop!"

Treats covers..




Treats gets on top of Chase and gouges his eyes and the referee tells him to let up and starts a 5 count.. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. Treats finally gets off of him. Chase grabs his face to cover up and Treats puts the boots to him. He hits the ropes and returns with a quick elbow drop and covers..



Kick out.

Treats gets up and quickly drops a leg over his throat and stays on him, telling the ref to count..


Kick out!

Treats does a backward roll out of the pinning predicament and gets to his feet. He pulls on the top rope and stomps the mat, telling Chase to get his ass up! Chase does just that, and Treats piefaces him! "YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!" and he piefaces Chase again! Chase then drills him with a sudden PELE KICK that knocks him down to his knees. Chase then sets him up for a Vertabreaker..

Tony D: "Starbreaker!!"

But Treats slips out of it and then hits a Vertabreaker of his own and says "I'M ALREADY A STAR BITCH!" as he lands it! He covers..



Kick out!

Kris Red: "I always loved the Vertabreaker!"

Tony D: "Right about now I don't think Anton is loving it."

Mr. Rottentreats pulls Chase to his feet. "This is awesome" chants by the crowd. Treats goes for an irish whip.. Anton blocks it.. goes for a kick.. Treats grabs hold of the leg.. Anton with an Enziguri! He takes a moment to get his wits about him, and then Anton Chase hits the ropes, but Treats catches him with a kip up Hurricanrana and sends him into the ropes. Chase is hung up on the second rope.. Treats charges, but Chase pushes up in time and back-elbows Treats in the face! Chase then hoists Treats up on his shoulders and hits an F-5!!!

Tony D: "He dropped him on his face with that one!"




Chase calls for the end and brings Treats up for the Chaos Theory. The fans boo and Chase tells them to shut up! He readies Treats for the move when suddenly "Headbanger Victimized" hits the PA System...

Tony D: "The music of Crowbar!"

Kris Red: "Oh not again! Treats clearly told him to not get involved!!"

Mr. Rottentreats escapes the grasp of Chase and the music fades out. Treats applies the cravate and hits a Snapmare Driver, and rolls through with the Peretti Special into a plank position..




The bell sounds!

Randy Long: "Here is your winner and STILL Evolution Champion - Mr. Rottentreeeeeeeeats!"

Entry Of The Gladiators plays as Mr. Rottentreats gets to his feet and is awarded the Evolution Titles and his Tag Title. He holds them in the air as the ref points to him. Vaughn Ronie Jr celebrates with his client in the ring as the ref attends to Chase.

Tony D: "Mr. Rottentreats successfully defended the Evolution Title there and now moves on to WARPED89 at the Cobo Center to challenge William Wallace for the World Championship!"

Kris Red: "Something tells me Anton Chase would be the Evolution Champion had it not been for whoever turned Crowbar's music on! I suspect.. CROWBAR!"

Tony D: "Hold it, what's Mr. Rottentreats doing?"

Treats is in the corner, yanking as hard as he can at the turnbuckle pad and he rips it right off. He then pulls the camera on the apron closer "Wallace, this is your future!!" and he then begins driving his own head into the exposed turnbuckle pad! He does it repeatedly and rapidly and the fans start counting along .. "4... 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9.. 10.. 11.. 12.. 13.. 141516171819"

Tony D: "My goodness has he lost it?!"

..and Treats staggers back.. now busted open.. He looks like he's about to pass out or fall down. Vaughn Ronie Jr helps him stay on his feet. He calls for his titles and Vaughn goes to get them. Treats drops to a knee and Vaughn goes back to him and Treats yells at him FOR HIS TITLES! Vaughn runs back and grabs them and hands them to Treats and he puts both Evo titles on one shoulder and the Tag on the other. Treats says something inaudible and incoherent to the camera about William Wallace before falling forward. He stops himself with his hands and pushes himself up to a standing position, both titles in his hands. He holds them up as the fans applaud.

Tony D: "Could we be looking at the new World Champion?"

Kris Red: "We could be looking at a dead man if he keeps losing all of that blood."

Tony D: "He might very well suffer that fate at the hands of William Wallace. Fans, thanks for purchasing this DVD and watching. We'll see you in eight days at Cobo Center in Detroit for the final show of the Murder Mitten Mayhem Tour!"