God damn, filthy no good censorship boards! They saw it fit to remove a pivotal part of this show because, as they say, it was "too mind blowingly awesome to be seen on TV". However, they didn't swipe all recordings of that faithful event so here it is, restored and remastered because that's a thing. And roll!

As the ring clears from the previous match, suddenly the blaring sounds of “I Wanna Rock” by Twisted Sister scream out of the PA system, and the crowd goes nuts.

Styles: What the hell is going on here? That’s “Loverboy” Vinnie Lane’s music, he isn’t scheduled to have a match tonight!

The pyro goes off and Loverboy spins out from behind the curtain, smiling huge and wearing his trademark look of vinyl pants, Guns n’ Roses t-shirt and silver wrestling boots. Around his waist rest the three Trios Championship belts. He struts down to the ring, holding his hands out to his sides to let the XWF fans slap his palms with hi-fives as he walks.

Styles: Vinnie Lane is on his way to the ring – everywhere this guy goes there’s trouble. I was hoping for an easy, quiet night tonight!

Loverboy gets in the ring and grabs a mic from the ring announcer, pulling off his aviator shades and facing the hard camera.

Loverboy: Well well well, you never can tell, can ya? I’m gonna make things short and sweet for you right here right now, dude. I came to Madness on my day off for one reason and one reason only! I’m here to lay a challenge down for a fight. It’s been a long time coming, man, and I’m sick and tired of waiting for my turn to kick your ass!

The fans cheer as Loverboy smiles again, gesturing to the belts around his waist.

Loverboy: You don’t have the guts to answer me privately, so let’s see if you have any balls whatsoever to come out here when I’m calling you out in front of all these people… so, Peter Fuckin’ Gilmour, get your ass out to this ring right now! I know you’re back there, dude!

Styles: Peter Gilmour? Why does Loverboy want to call out Peter Gilmour? And why is Gilmour even here?

As the crowd continues to cheer, and then the opening chords of “Sick Like Me” start to play, driving the crowd into even more of a frenzy.

Styles: He IS here! I’m just as shocked as the rest of the crowd, I don’t think anyone knows what’s going on!

Peter Gilmour walks out of the back holding his newly won briefcase from Warfare, and he stares a hole in Vinnie Lane as he marches to the ring. Loverboy laughs and motions for him to hurry up and get in the ring, and he does. Gilmour gets right up in Loverboy’s grill.

Loverboy: Whoa, whoa, whoa dude… that’s close enough! I don’t want your breath to make my hair frizz, man!

Styles: Gilmour looks like he’s ready to kill Loverboy, and Loverboy’s laughing in his face! This isn’t going to end well.

Loverboy: Every day of my life I have to hear about you, Peter. Everyone runs their mouth saying I can never be what you’ve been to the XWF. Well guess what, buddy? I don’t want to BE Peter Gilmour, I want to BEAT Peter Gilmour! So why don’t you grow a pair and meet me in the ring – TONIGHT!

The crowd reacts while Gilmour takes another step closer to Loverboy, getting nose to nose with him. He snatches the microphone out of the rocker’s hand and sneers.

Peter Gilmour: SUCK…. MY….

Suddenly the lights go out. The entire arena is black except for a few flashbulbs going off, and the crowd is shocked into silence. In an instant, the lights come back up and standing in the ring between Loverboy and Gilmour is…

Styles: MORBID ANGEL???

The crowd erupts into thunderous cheers at the sight of the massive former Universal Champion.

Styles: Morbid Angel is alive?!?! And he’s here in the ring with Peter Gilmour and “Loverboy” Vinnie Lane? What the hell is going on here tonight???

Morbid Angel grabs the mic from Gilmour’s hand and shoves him back a step from himself. He then turns and puts a finger in Loverboy’s chest.

Morbid Angel!: Loverboy! You got a lot of nerve calling anyone out, bitch! I challenged you to a fight and you said you were on vacation, like a PUSSY! You can’t fight the GOD, and you have the nerve to show up and talk shit to GILMOUR instead? Now I’m PISSED!

Quickly, Loverboy snatches the mic back from Morbid Angel.

Loverboy: Hey dude, relax! This has nothing to do with you, man! I thought you were fuckin’ dead, just like everyone else did!

Morbid leans over and pulls Loverboy’s hand up to hold the mic under his mouth.

Morbid Angel!: The GOD can never die! I am MORBID ANGEL! I am VICTORY FOREVER! And now I’m going to kick BOTH of your pussy asses!

Loverboy: Well if that’s the way you feel, dude, I guess there’s only one more thing left to do, isn’t there?

Loverboy backs up and starts to take off his Trios belts, while Gilmour and Morbid Angel take fighting stances opposite one another.

Styles: This is crazy! These three men have hijacked Madness and are going to kick the crap out of each other right now! Loverboy’s got two of those belts off and… wait… hold on, what’s this?

Loverboy takes a belt in each hand, then smiles wide and hands one each to Morbid Angel and Peter Gilmour! All three men laugh as they take the belts and hold them up over their heads.

Styles: WHAT?!?!!?

Loverboy: I’ve been sitting on my ass waiting for my partners Zoey Ryback and Clean Lucena to show up and help me defend these titles I won for them back at Relentless! Well, I’m sick of waiting! Now I’m going to have two partners I can actually depend on, and who I know can kick ass and not leave me hanging the way those other two LOSERS did! So here we are, XWF, your NEW Trios Tag Team Champions, the Monsters of Rock! Take it home, Gilly!

Loverboy hands the mic to Gilmour, who has already strapped the belt around his midsection. Gilmour takes the mic and screams.

Gilmour: SUCK MY DICK!!!!!!!!

Madness refades to black. It should be commercials, but what can you do? Stupid censorship squads.

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