The RCW logo fades in and out, as the opening video for Massacre begins to play, along with the new theme for the new age of RCW, Disturbed's "Ten Thousand Fists". "SURVIVOR! SURVIVOR! One more goddamn day when I know what I want, And my want will be considered tonight, considered tonight. Just another day when all that I want, Will mark me as a sinner tonight, I'm a sinner tonight YEAH! People can no longer cover their eyes, If this disturbs you then walk away. You will remember the night you were struck by the sight of...*cut to the live crowd who are singing along with their fists high in the air*...TEN THOUSAND FISTS IN THE AIR! Once the chorus ends, the pyros go off, as the second verse and chorus play. Once that is done, the music dies off, and we cut to a shot of RCW commentators, Kevin Henderson and Edward Santana.

KH: Hello everyone, and welcome to RCW's Tuesday Night Massacre! I'm Kevin Henderson, and this as most of you know is my broadcast partner, Edward Santana. Tonight Ed, we've got four matches, all with HUGE Canadian Takeover repercussions, not to mention an apparently blockbuster announcement from new RCW Co-Owner Joseph D. Stane!

ES: It's going to be an incredible night to say the least, and I can't wait to get it started!

KH: Well Ed, you won't have to wait long, because we're ready to get things rolling! Take it away Rich!

RR: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Tuesday Night Massacre opening contest, scheduled for one fall, and it is to determine the number one contender for the RCW Massacre Championship! Introducing first, from Glasgow, Scotland...weighing three hundred eighteen pounds...WILLIAM...McCAINISH!

Pantera's hard hitting "Cowboys From Hell" blasts through the arena sound system. A huge explosion of blue and green fireworks pelt the stage as William charges out of the backstage area and onto the stage. Once he's on the stage, he flips off the crowd and walks down the ramp talking smack. When he reaches ringside, he jumps onto the apron and steps into the ring and lets out a loud battle cry.

KH: This guy is a mammoth of a man Ed, but his inexperience has been hurting him so far in his RCW career.

ES: Well Kevin, it's like this. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Until this
kid learns the difference between his ass and his elbow in terms of wrestling skill, he's not going to have much success.

KH: An interesting way to word it, but a valid point indeed.

RR: And the opponent, from Tempe, Arizona by way of Croswell, Michigan...weighing in tonight at two hundred twenty nine pounds...he is known by his many names around the world, but most people just call him Psychosis...JAMES...CAINE!

Caine charges to the ring like a bat out of Hell as "The Man Without Fear" by Rob Zombie and Drowning Pool blasts through the loudspeakers. Upon entering the ring, he gives the fans that evil smirk that they love so much, and waits for the bell.

KH: Well, we were discussing experience in the ring earlier, and as nutty as this guy can be on a bad day, there's no denying that James Caine has many years of not just experience under his belt, but success as well.

ES: He sure can be, and he sure does.

The bell sounds, and much like his entrance to the ring, Caine charges like a bat out of Hell, ducking the much larger man's right hand, hitting him with a dropkick to the back of the head! Caine wastes no time going to work on the fallen McCainish, leg dropping him three times, and then hitting three elbow drops to follow up. Not bothering with a cover yet, Caine pulls the big man to his knees, hits the opposite ropes, and hits an absolutely BRUTAL knee to the face! The crowd is going wild for Psychosis as he makes his next move, which is an equally devastating senton splash, not to the sternum, but on the big man's face! He goes for a quick cover, but McCainish has enough in the tank still to get his foot on the bottom rope, causing referee Johnny Peters to stop the count.

KH: Holy crap Ed, did you see those shots to the face!?

ES: I sure did Kevin, and they were vicious!

KH: To say the least!

Caine says that it's time to stop wasting his, and quickly puts McCainish into position, hitting a sick 450 splash! He goes for a cover, gets the three count, and the match is over! However, Caine is not finished yet. He grabs a chair from ringside, rolls back into the ring, and places McCainish's ankle in the chair! He leaps from the second rope, crushing McCainish's right ankle brutally! He then decides not to stop there, and does the same to the left leg! Then...the sickest part of all. He sets McCainish's neck up inside of the chair, goes to the TOP rope, and crushes the big man's throat with a double foot stomp onto the steel chair! The crowd goes dead silent when this happens, and so do the commentators, as we cut backstage for our first interview segment of the night.

CS: This young man needs no formal introductions. You have seen him in the recent weeks putting his body on the line putting his career on the line. Last Tuesday on Massacre it all paid off when he became the new RCW Intercontinental Champion. But tonight his reign could be very short when he faces three other opponents in a Fatal Four Way. I am standing here with The Protégé, Synyster Draven!

SD: Thank you for that lovely introduction Chris. All the fans here in Philadelphia will be in for quite the show tonight, as well as the fans watching at home. I will do everything in my power to make sure I leave here tonight with my name still inscribed on the Intercontinental Championship. If it takes my last living breath, I am going to do it. I was trained by one of the greats, and I hope to become one of the greats.

CS: But for such a young wrestler as yourself placed in a match against three veterans such as Mitchell, Gaso, and Thompson, surely the odds are against you.

SD: Well I don't really think the odds are only against me. Each of us only has 25% chance of coming out the Champion. But after seeing the events of Thompson fold out I would say that Gaso has the worst chance.

CS: And as for Thompson and Mitchell?

SD: Both are extremely talented wrestlers. Thompson is obviously a beast, but with such a tall height comes a bit of a disadvantaged in the movement column. Mitchell is a talented wrestler but his little wiggery attitude going on. Dissing on me about high school? Come on, he was probably getting shoved into lockers in high school while I was the type of person who would be shoving him inside the lockers. Anyway Chris, I'm going to go hit the punching bag. Peace.

CS: Well there you have it folks, the IC Champion is ready for his match tonight, and it's going to be a classic. Kevin, Ed, back to you at ringside.

KH: Well, the Intercontinental Champion seems to be in the right frame of mind to keep his championship here tonight, but Ed, what the hell just happened!?

ES: Well, if you want me to be literal, early reports indicate that both of William McCainish's ankles were shattered, as was his larynx, and he will not be back in Reality Check Wrestling any time soon, if ever.

KH: Something needs to be done about that nut bar Caine, and soon!

ES: I agree, but until it is done, I don't think we've seen the last of Caine's insanity in an RCW ring.

KH: Certainly not. Anyway, it's time for our next contest!

RR: Ladies and gentlemen, due to his ESW commitments, Christian Pierce could not be here this evening. *boos* Therefore, the following contest is now a one fall match, with RCW World Champion, Troy Miller, serving as the guest referee! Introducing first, your special guest referee...TROY...MILLER!

"Dirty little secret, Dirty little lies. Say your prayers and comb your hair, Save your soul tonight." At the beginning of the song, Troy Miller walks onto the stage from underneath the Reality Vision. The RCW Championship is placed over his left shoulder. "Drift among the faithful, Bury your desires. Aberrations fill your head, You need a place to hide, And I am..." He stops at the beginning up the ramp, where it meets the stage, and using both hands he hoists the belt above his head. After a few moments he walks down towards the ring. "Do you remember me! And the kid I used to be? Do you remember me!" He is approaching the stairs, he turns to the crowd, raising a fist in the air. "When your world comes crashing down, I want to relive! (Your god ain't looking down on me!) I'm not Jesus, Jesus wasn't there!" He is on the last stair and takes the belt and buttons it around his waist. He steps onto the outside of the ring facing the crowd, hooking his arms around the top rope. He leans with his head back yelling. "I'm not Jesus, I will not forgive!" When the song gets to this point, he turns and springboards over the top rope. He takes a few slow spins to admire the crowd with his hand raised and walks to one of the turnbuckles, pumping his fist in the air. "Oh, I will not forgive, yeah yeah! No, I will not forgive!"

KH: Well, Pierce couldn't be here tonight due to his ESW career being his number one priority, so instead, the champion gets to decide who his number one contender is!

ES: He sure does, and I'm curious to see what he's going to do. Will he help his long time friend and manager? Or, will he call it down the middle?

KH: We'll soon find out.

RR: And now the participants. First, from Orlando, Florida...weighing two hundred thirty three pounds...he is the self-proclaimed Icon...MICHAEL...BOURNE!

Eat the Rich starts and Bourne comes out quickly, wasting little time with fan fare, just jogging right to the ring and standing on the turnbuckle, raising a fist in the air. He steps down and sits in the corner to wait for the action to start.

KH: This is the first time we are seeing Michael Bourne in action, but it sounds like he is an accomplished wrestler from what I've heard.

ES: That may well be true, but is he accomplished enough to survive no holds barred with the man he screwed out of not one, but TWO title matches?

KH: That remains to be seen, but we're ready for the man you spoke of right now, so let's go back to Richie Rogers.

RR: And the opponent, from Perth, Australia by way of Glendale, Arizona...weighing two hundred eighty three pounds...he is the Riot Man, he is the Magnum, and he is the Marine...TOMMY...GUN!

The arena lights black out, leaving the crowd wondering what's going on. A few moments later, an air raid siren blares out, bringing the crowd to its feet with 90 percent cheering. At the 43 second mark, the vocals "On your feet, whose with me?" ring out of the PA and the crowd sings along. At that point Tommy bolts out, he stands center stage and screams, causing pyro to explode above him. He then makes a beeline straight for the ring, slapping the occasional hand, then dives into the ring and salutes the crowd before warming up.

KH: Here is the man who has been waiting for this match for weeks, Tommy Gun.

ES: No question about it Kevin. He's wanted to not only get another World Championship opportunity, but to get his hands on the man who cost him the first chance, Michael Bourne.

Miller calls for the bell, and Gun immediately hooks Bourne with a double leg takedown, slamming his head hard into the canvas. He goes right to work with right hands to the face, as Bourne tries to turtle up for everything he's worth. Gun gets to his feet, dropping a quick knee to the forehead, before going for a cover, which gets him a one and a half count. Going right back to work, Gun lands a series of elbow drops to the sternum, which he follows up with a beautifully executed snap suplex, which gets him a quick two count. Gun doesn't seem to want to drag the abuse on, surprisingly, as he signals for the end already. However, when he goes to grab Bourne, he is hit with a low blow out of nowhere! Bourne follows up with a swinging neckbreaker, which gets him a quick two count.

KH: Well folks, as you just saw with that BLATANT low blow, it's anything goes in this one!

ES: It sure is, and as crazy as it may sound after all that's happened, that may be Bourne's best chance of victory here tonight.

KH: You're right Ed, it does sound crazy, but then again, I've been wrong before.

Going right to work on Gun, Bourne hits a trifecta of knee drops to the chest, and then quickly locks in an old school armbar, which has Gun screaming in pain on the canvas, attempting to make it to the ropes. Before that can happen, Bourne releases the hold, dropping three more knees, this time to the left arm and shoulder of the much larger Tommy Gun. Deciding that keeping this short is the best way to go, Bourne whips Gun into the corner, following him in with a clothesline, which stuns the big man. Bourne then backs up until he's back in the opposite corner, and charges. He leaps into the air, attempting to hit Gun with his knees, but Gun is able to step out of the way in time, and Bourne's knees meet the top turnbuckle hard! Gun goes for a cover, but only gets a two count.

KH: Wow, what simple but effective counter by Gun!

ES: Nothing quite like crashing your knees into the buckle to stop your momentum dead in its tracks, that's for sure.

Gun is clearly tired of Bourne and his crap from the past few weeks. He goes outside, reaches under the ring, and pulls out a table. He slides the table into the ring, sets it up, and DRILLS Bourne with the Dishonorable Discharge! He then rolls outside, reaches under the ring again, and pulls out a bottle of lighter fluid! Standing over the table, Gun douses it thoroughly, then pulls a Zippo out of his ring attire, opens it, and looks to the crowd, who roar their approval. He flicks the lighter and tosses it onto the table, setting it ablaze! He then grabs Bourne, puts him on the ropes, and climbs up himself. He turns his back to Bourne, hooks his neck, and goes for a HUGE leap, sending Bourne's head into the mat, and his body crashing through the flaming table! After the MASSIVE Silent Kill, Gun allows the ring crew to put the table out, and then makes the cover. Miller counts the one...two...three, and we have a winner!

KH: Holy shit! Michael Bourne will NEVER be the same after this match!

ES: That's for sure! Tommy Gun just took a big step toward punching his ticket for downtown Hell with that vicious display, and the crowd loved it!

KH: Of course they did! They know as well as you and I do what Bourne has done to him in the past few weeks, and they wanted revenge as badly as Gun himself! Let's get the official word.

RR: Here is your winner, and number one contender for the RCW World Heavyweight Championship...TOMMY...GUN!

Miller raises Gun's hand, then they look each other dead in the eye, as the champion holds up the gold, reminding everyone who just who the man is in RCW. Miller then walks out of the ring, leaving Gun to celebrate his impressive victory. We then go backstage, where RCW Co-Owner, Joseph D. Stane is standing by with his announcement.

JDS: Hello again ladies and gentlemen. I have been getting asked all week long, "Why did you make your presence known now?" Well kiddies, it's like this. I did it because I can, and because I felt it was time to fix this place up a bit. So, that having been said, I have not one, but TWO major announcements regarding the RCW pay per view calendar. First off, I have decided to add a stipulation to the newly made RCW Championship match, which will feature the challenger, Tommy Gun, and the champion, Troy Miller. Those two young men are going to wage war on each other in three weeks at Canadian Takeover, but I felt it needed something extra. That is why I have decided to make this extraordinary match even more special. The main event at Canadian Takeover will now be...an Ultimate X match! *the crowd goes ballistic* Haha, I thought you might like that. Now, onto the even BIGGER announcement that RCW.com referred to earlier this week. You see, I think that it's time to take RCW to the next level, and that is why, starting with Canadian Takeover, we will now have MONTHLY pay per view events! *the crowd roars again* Haha, I guess I'm two for two tonight. The remaining matches for Takeover will be decided next week on Massacre. Now, enjoy the main event!

We cut back to ringside, where Kevin and Ed, particularly Kevin, are losing their minds!

KH: I don't believe it Ed! An Ultimate X match for the World Heavyweight Championship!

ES: And as of Takeover, we're going back to one a month super cards!

KH: What a night!

RR: The following contest is your Tuesday Night Massacre feature bout, scheduled for one fall, and it is a fatal four way match for the RCW Intercontinental Championship! In this match, the first man to score either a pinfall or submission will be the winner, and the champion does NOT have to be beaten to lose his title! Introducing first, the challengers. From Miami, Florida...weighing two hundred seventy three pounds...Viper...VINNY...GASO!

"Not just me but my, Not just me but my, Not just me but my whole entourage!" As $hamrock and The Cancer's hot track blasts through the arena, "Viper" Vinny Gaso rolls out from the side of the stage in the car he took his name from, the Dodge Viper. His particular model is a shiny jet black color, with shiny silver racing stripes. He steps out of the car, as fake hundred dollar bills with his face on them fall from the rafters. He wears an arrogant grin as he makes his way to the ring with an equally arrogant walk. Once he reaches the ring, he does a quick warm up and awaits the opposition.

KH: This guy thought he had bought his way to the Intercontinental Championship, but Trevor Thompson showed him just how wrong he was!

ES: The question now becomes, will that hurt BOTH of them?

KH: A very good question, which we are just minutes away from answering!

RR: The next participant hails from Ottawa, Ontario, and weighs in at two hundred fifty pounds...he is known around the world as Sensational...KURT...MITCHELL!

The arena goes dark and a blue light illuminates the center of the stage. The music starts to play and the lights come up and search lights pan around the arena. Kurt walks out wearing his red and white hoody. He walks down the aisle with a smirk on his face and walks up the steps slowly. He enters the ring and stands on the second turnbuckle and stares into the crowd and then raises his arms in triumph.

KH: Will you listen to the ovation!

ES: I have no damn choice, it's pretty much all I can hear!

KH: I know the feeling, but it's great to have this man back in RCW!

RR: The next participant *also* hails from Ottawa, Ontario, and weighs in tonight at three hundred twenty six pounds...he is Canadian Chaos...TREVOR...THOMPSON!

A siren hits in the arena as the lights dim down. After a few seconds, gun shots, explosions, and choppers can be heard as well. Thirty-five seconds in, the riff of Disturbed's "Indestructible" can be heard. At the fifty-four second mark, the lyrics begin, along with a huge pyro display, which goes off on the stage. When they clear, standing in the glow of a bright Canadian flag spotlight, right over the maple leaf, is "Canadian Chaos" himself, Trevor Thompson. The huge man walks to the ring as alternating red and white flames go off on either side of the ramp. The flames shoot off every few feet that he walks. Once he makes it to the ring, he pulls himself up onto the apron, steps over the top rope, and throws his hands into the air, setting more red and white flames off, this time they are on the corner posts. The two red flames line up diagonally, as do the white, which makes an alternating pattern if you look at each corner in order. Also when he throws his hands up, the lights in the arena return, as half of the crowd boos and the other half cheers, all loudly.

KH: This man is a monster Ed...pure, unadulterated monster!

ES: Definitely, and I can't wait to see him wear RCW gold.

KH: You may not have to wait long if this goes the way many are predicting it going.

RR: And finally, from Motor City, Michigan...weighing two hundred fifteen pounds...the reigning and defending RCW Intercontinental Champion...The Protege...SYNYSTER...DRAVEN!

Closer by Nine Inch Nails starts playing and over 80% of the crowd is on their feet cheering. The arena lights alternate from green to black alternatively, the Reality Vision boots up and shows highlights of Synyster Draven walks out, wearing a fedora and usually black ripped pants and a black ripped sleeved tank top. He stops on the ramp and does his "rock-on" taunt with his hands, continuing to the ring. He steps into the ring, walks to a corner, and lays across the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.

KH: And here he is, the IC Champ!

ES: This kid has a HUGE set of obstacles in his way this week. Let's see if he can pull it out!

The bell sounds, and this one is underway! Unsurprisingly, Thompson and Gaso immediately spill to the outside, beating the hell out of each other with right hands, the ring apron, whatever is handy. Inside the ring, the champion stares down his legendary advisary, before they too begin trading blows back and forth. Mitchell takes the early advantage, courtesy of a knee to the gut. Following up, he hits the champion with a beautiful knee lift, which drops the champ flat on his back. He goes for a quick cover, but only gets a one count. The two larger men roll back into the ring, and they continue battling one another, not realizing that the champion has come back on Mitchell, and is going for a pin. It doesn't end up mattering though, as Mitchell gets out of it at two. Thompson levels Gaso with a short clothesline, and then double clotheslines both of the other two men, leaving him as the only man standing for the moment.

KH: Wow, this is pandemonium so far!

ES: Four guys, no rules, no tags, what did you expect?

KH: Touche. What a series of clotheslines by Canadian Chaos though!

ES: Yeah, things have a way of calming down in a hurry when a three hundred plus pounder starts manhandling people!

Not one to waste an opportunity, Thompson goes back to work, this time on Mitchell. He hits his fellow Ontarian with a powerslam, and goes for a quick cover, but only gets a two count from it. Changing directions, the big man grabs the champion, planting him with one as well, but still only gets a two count. Deciding to go after his former partner, he levels Gaso with a RUNNING powerslam, but Gaso is able to get the left shoulder up at two and a half. However, just as quickly as momentum can be built, it be taken away. A springboard leg drop from the champion to both Thompson AND Gaso as Thompson tries to pull Gaso to his feet stops the big Canucker dead in his tracks, and finally gives the young Jackson protege a bit of breathing room. However, that doesn't last long, as Mitchell quickly locks him in a Texas Cloverleaf, which has the champ screaming out in agony, as he fights toward the ropes slowly.

ES: Uh oh Kevin, this one could be over right here!

KH: It sure could Ed! Look at the pressure being applied to the lower back!

ES: If something doesn't change right now, Kurt Mitchell will be the new RCW Intercontinental Champion!

Like clockwork, something does change. The huge Canadian gets to his feet, blasting Mitchell in the temple with a boot that nearly knocks the returning superstar out of his! Thompson covers the nearly unconscious Mitchell, but Gaso drops an elbow to the back of Thompson's head, breaking things up before the third count can be made. Now it is Gaso who appears to be in the driver's seat, as he picks up the champion, calls for the Gaso Line, and HAMMERS him with it! He then picks Thompson up, repeats the process, and covers the champion. Never take your eye of an opponent, as Gaso seems to have forgotten about Mitchell, who recovered in time to break up the three count. With all four men at least somewhat out of it, it's right back to being anyone's match. Mitchell is the first one back to his feet, and this time he sees Thompson's attempted boot coming, catches the big man's foot, and gives him one right back, right in the groin!

KH: What a kick by Kurt Mitchell!

ES: Gotta love that no disqualification rule!

KH: Kurt Mitchell sure does!

Following up quickly, Mitchell hits a nice second rope knee drop on the massive Canadian, and goes for the cover. He gets a two count before Gaso breaks things up with a standing knee drop. He turns around and gets dropkicked by the defending champion, who goes for a quick cover, but only gets a two count out of the exchange. With the two bigger men down, it's right back to the pairing that most RCW fans have only dreamt about before tonight. The two men start trading blows once again, this time it's the champion who gets the upper hand. He calls for the Detroit Rock City, and he lands it, although he's too weak to stand up for the crotch chop. He goes slowly into the cover, but he took just a little too long, and that allows Mitchell to get his right shoulder up at two and a half. Thompson staggers to his feet, as does Gaso, and the two men hit a double clothesline on one another, laying all four men out once again.

KH: This is one HELL of a match Ed!

ES: It sure is, and I know how much you like clean matches, which for the most part, this one has been.

KH: That definitely adds to my excitement, I won't lie. However, no matter how you look at, the winner will have earned it.

ES: Agreed.

All four men slowly make their way to a standing position, where the most popular pairings of the night continue. After a few stiff shots connect with Gaso's chin, Thompson hooks him, lifts him into the air, and LEVELS him with the Maple Leaf Massacre! Thompson turns around to finish off the other two, and he is hit with the Detroit Rock City out of nowhere! Mitchell tries to sneak in a pin on Gaso, but just as the champ doesn't see that, Mitchell doesn't see the champ pinning Thompson. Senior referee Ron Benson sees both pins, and with no alternative, counts them both at the same time. ONE...TWO...THREE! Both men have gotten a pin at the same time!

KH: What the hell just happened!?

ES: I don't know, but we'll have to wait until next week to find out, 'cause we're out of time! For Kevin Henderson, I'm Ed Santana, peace out!

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