Camera fades in...



A view of the arena crowd in the hot and muggy Columbus, Ohio are all but filed into the arena. As the last of the patrons make it to their seat, we here tonight's theme for the show blast over the loudspeakers...



After a set of pyros light off from the stage, we see the arena light up showing a sea of screaming and cheering fans. Littered among them are signs in anticipation for the main event of the evening.



To a uproar of cheers, Lightning appears on the stage. He is standing there with a mic in hand, but takes in the emotion from the crowd for a moment. After his theme dies from the arena rafters, a chant begins echoing throughout...

LIGHTNING!

LIGHTNING!

LIGHTNING!

Lightning holds up his hand to get the energetic crowd to subside, before placing the mic up to his lips.

Lightning: "Hello everyone and welcome to a very special edition of Shove-It Saturday Night!"

The crowd lets out an applause as Lightning continues to speak.

Lightning: "Tonight, we are featuring two matches. Although it may seem like a small event, the prizes at stake are definitely not. Our first match will be for the number one contender for the Television Championship, currently held by our special guest referee for the match, Mr. Supernova!"

SUPERNOVA!

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SUPERNOVA!

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Lightning: "Yet, I know your all here for one reason and one reason alone. To be apart of an historic event in the history of the XWF. I am of course talking about the THUNDERBOWL!"

The crowd begins cheering in anticipation for the main event of the night. Lightning continues to stand on the stage, as another individual walks onto the stage. It appears to be one of the stage hands, until the individual comes into the light of the arena.

Lightning: "Allow me to introduce my broadcast partner for this evening. He is a two-time national championship coach. He has produced one of the most controversial quarterbacks in college and pro football in the last five years. He has led YOUR Ohio State Buckeyes to their first undefeated season since 2002. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you on commentary, Urban Meyer!"



Coach Meyer walks into the spotlight of the arena. The crowd literally rips apart in cheers for their coach. It can also be seen that he is carrying a briefcase in hand. Lightning hands his mic over to Meyer, who then raises it to his own lips.

Meyer: "Tonight, we will hold the very first ThunderBowl. To make things more interesting, the winner will receive a very lucrative prize. That prize is this twenty-four, seven briefcase..."



Meyer raises the briefcase above his head. This briefcase has been a rare commodity within the XWF as of late, but hopefully will give its winner a golden opportunity.

Lightning: "Now in case you don't know, I will explain the greatness that is the twenty-four, seven briefcase. The winner of the ThunderBowl tonight will earn this briefcase. Inside this case, lies a contract with unlimited potential. This contract allows the holder the chance to challenge ANY champion on the roster at any given event. This means you can challenge the Xtreme Champion at the next pay-per-view or even King Madison himself at the next Wednesday Warfare for the King of XWF!"

The crowd begins cheering again.

Lightning: "Now, without further ado, let us begin the night with out undercard main event. O-H!"

The crowd utters the letters I-O!



Coach Meyer and Lightning proceed down the ramp towards the ring and the announcer's table. Once they arrive at the table, the music cuts off and we head backstage where we see Steve Sayors with Mr. Supernova...

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We cut to a view of Steve Sayors in front of a backstage set-up with the Shove-It logo boldly present behind his small frame. He is already facing the camera with his microphone in hand.

Sayors: "Hello and welcome to Shove-It. My guest at this time is the Special Guest Referee for the number one contender's match, Mr. Supernova!"

Mr. Supernova walks into the view of the camera. He is still dressed in his suit, but draping a stripped ref shirt over his right shoulder. On his left, his prized Television Championship. At the same moment, cheers echo through the arena. They are more then prevalent in the background, as Sayors turns to Mr. Supernova.

Sayors: "Now, you have made it fairly clear you have every intention to call this match down the middle. Given your previous history with Mr. Radio, how do you plan to be impartial in this match?"

Mr. Supernova: "Are you actually calling me a liar?"

Sayors: "Well not exactly a liar, but..."

Mr. Supernova: "Look. I made it more then clear that I will call this right down the middle of the I-270 highway on my way to the Hollywood Casino. By the way, they have a mean chicken salad sandwich there. I have had my run-ins with him and hold no ill will towards him. This is merely a match to determine my opponent for this title. I know he wants a shot at it, but he's going to have to earn it."

Sayors: "So, your saying regardless, your going to be fair."

Mr. Supernova: "Seriously, am I talking to a wall? YES! I will call it like I see it. The better man will walk away with the win, and maybe even my respect."

Mr. Supernova starts to turn to leave, and only slightly looks at the camera as he turns. It is more then apparent, based on his shifted stare and sly smirk, he is more then sure of how this match is going to turn out. Suddenly, from behind, Falcon arrives behind Sayors and puts his chest right up to his back. Sayors turns slowly to find Sean Falcon standing over him, with a evil look in his eyes.

Sayors: "Hello....Falcon....could I maybe...get your thoughts on the TunderBowl your....wrestling in tonight?"

Falcon: "You want my thoughts? How about this for a thought?"

Falcon pulls his arm back, while clinching his fist. Sayors runs violently fast the opposite direction, dropping the mic in the process. Sean lets out a laugh as he bends down to grab the mic. He turns to the camera, placing the mic to his mouth.

Falcon: "All I have to say is that your NEXT champion, regardless of which one it is, will be SEAN...."

Suddenly, a pop of confetti and string shots across the screen in front of Falcon. The sound of crackles and party horns are hear as the XXX Listers come across the way. Travolta is carrying a passed out Dwayne over one arm, with a twelve pack of Budweiser over the other.

Dwayne: "I LOVE THE DONG!! HE IS MY HOMO BITCH TIL I FIND MY WALLET!"

Jim Parsons: "Your not making any sense dude!"

Dwayne: "Oh, and that pound of coke you did means your more sober then me?"

Neil Patrick Harris: "HEY! WHERE'S MY MAGICIAN'S "wait for it" WAND!"

Travolta: "In your pants!"

NPH: "Oh yeah!"

NPH reaches into his pants, in the back mind you, and pulls out a long black and...brown? wand.

NPH: "POOF! AWAY!"

The XXX Listers run off screen and leave Sean in a daze of confusion as he simply drops the mic and walks away.

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