CHILL: He’s gonna flip!

SHANK: This Christmas thing is really growing on me.

The two disappear from the locker room, and the camera fades out slowly, the smoke still wafting around the room.

vs.

- - FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE - -
- - IF MIA WINS SHE GETS A TAG TITLE SHOT FOR HERSELF, AND A PARTNER OF HER CHOICE, IF CONFESSOR WINS, HE AND RAGE CHOOSE THEIR SNOW JOB TAG TITLE OPPONENTS - -
- - 1 RP Limit - -

“HARDER TO BREATHE” by MAROON 5 blasts in the arena as the crowd in attendance explodes in preparation for the FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH between MIA SANCHEZ and THE CONFESSOR. The crowd anxiously awaits the arrival of MIA SANCHEZ at ringside as flashing blue lights fill the arena. The X-TRON slowly breaks from MIA’s entrance video to show her standing backstage waiting to enter the ringside area. We see MIA standing in front of an XWF-ized Christmas scene complete with a decorated twenty foot high Christmas Tree filled with ornaments bearing the images of XWF SUPERSTARS. We see JAMES RAVEN standing next to MIA as she hears her music and realizes its’ her time. MIA kisses her boss on the cheek as he walks away wishing her good luck. She smiles and braces for her walk to the ring when suddenly we hear a loud THUD. A tire iron lashes MIA across her back, bending her over at the waist as THE CONFESSOR comes into view. He pulls the iron back over his head and strikes her again across the back as she falls to her knees.

CONFESSOR: IT’S FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE! COUNT IT!

THE CONFESSOR drops the tire iron and drops to his knees, flipping MIA on her back and an XWF referee appears to make the count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

MIA gets the shoulder up! Ladies and gentlemen, this match is apparently under way!! THE CONFESSOR stands over the fallen MIA playfully kicks at her side. His fury increases as she rolls over on to her stomach and curls up in a fetal position to protect herself. THE CONFESSOR shows no sympathy and picks up the tire iron and eyes up MIA for what could be the death blow. He puts one foot on either side of MIA and raises the tire iron above his head. He starts his downswing just as MIA rolls over and with full force connects with the groin of THE CONFESSOR with her right foot!! Behind his head, THE CONFESSOR drops the tire iron as MIA finds a way to her feet and now has the upper hand on THE CONFESSOR. With a flash of precise execution MIA hits him with not one, not two, but three quick kicks to his midsection. As the CONFESSOR is completely hunched over MIA jumps up and connects with a HUGE scissor kick across the throat and back of the neck of THE CONFESSOR. THE CONFESSOR hits the ground hard and MIA circles the body of her opponent. Without much more hesitation MIA props herself on the back of THE CONFESSOR and pulls up at his head. THE CONFESSOR screams in pain as MIA refuses to relinquish the grip. The referee checks on THE CONFESSOR as MIA screams for him to ask for the submission.

THE CONFESSOR refuses to submit but reaches out blindly and instinctively in front of his head reaching for a set of ring ropes that just isn’t there. He almost smiles as he finds the tire iron and blindly swings it backwards over his head trying to connect with MIA. MIA sees it coming and rolls out of the way letting go of THE CONFESSOR’S head. Taking the initiative again, MIA charges at THE CONFESSOR but he quickly recognizes the situation and drops to his knees! MIA can’t stop and trips over him INTO THE TREE! MIA IS IN THE CHRISTMAS TREE!!!

She tries to get free immediately but it seems like her hair is stuck in a branch. THE CONFESSOR gets to his feet and realizes what’s going on. He walks towards MIA and strokes the side of her face confidently with a sick grin. Without any more hesitation, THE CONFESSOR reaches for some of the lights strung amongst the branches and wraps them around MIA before she can escape. He pulls at the lights making them tighter and takes another strand of them and ties it around her neck. With complete disregard for her body, THE CONFESSOR pulls as hard as he can choking MIA with the lights on the tree. He pulls repeatedly, each time allowing us to see the life leaving MIA’s face as her air supply decimates. He finally lets go of the lights and uses the strand he was pulling to tie her arms together above her head. With an evil grin he steps back away from the tree like a proud child admiring his first Christmas Tree. THE CONFESSOR then steps towards MIA and grabs a handful of the glass bulbs that were hanging from the tree. He pauses to read the name from one.

CONFESSOR: CENTURION!

THE CONFESSOR places his bulb in his fist and swings at MIA as hard as he can causing the bulb to break and sending shards of glass all over the place.

CONFESSOR: JAMES RAVEN!

Again THE CONFESSOR repeats his procedure shattering the glass bulb all over MIA. She’s bleeding everywhere! MIA HAS BEEN BUSTED OPEN!

CONFESSOR: MIA FUCKING SANCHEZ!

THE CONFESSOR pulls at the ropes around MIA’S neck, forcing her mouth to open as a reaction, and he takes the bulb bearing the image and name of MIA and puts it her mouth like a pig in a luau. MIA can’t move. She can hardly struggle! THE CONFESSOR smiles from ear to ear as he takes a step back and regains possession of his tire iron and winds up to swing at her face as hard as he can. If he connects with this not only will he win the match…he might KILL HER! As THE CONFESSOR lines up his homerun derby swing MIA does all she can and spits the bulb back in the face of THE CONFESSOR. It doesn’t wound him, but it definitely slows him down. MIA fights with every ounce of strength in her body and manages to wiggle her arm free. As THE CONFESSOR tries to get her tied up again she fights him off until she’s finally able to get her other arm free. THE CONFESSOR makes one last effort to get his opponent confined again as MIA pulls both of her arms apart, her legs and chest still bound, and claps both hands as hard as she can along the side of THE CONFESSOR’S ears. He buckles and takes a few steps back. MIA reaches up with her left hand and pulls a bulb down from the tree. With her right hand she reaches out, pulling at the eye patch of THE CONFESSOR, and SMASHES the bulb where his eye used to be.

MY GOD THERE’S BLOOD EVERYWHERE!

MIA doesn’t stop though, she continues to wiggle her feet until she gets them loose and unties her midsection from the tree. THE CONFESSOR seems to be back on his feet and reaches for MIA. He misses knocking one of the candles set up to decorate the scene on the ground and it immediately catches fire! THE GIFTS UNDERNEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE ARE BURNING!!!

MIA looks panicked. THE CONFESSOR looks thrilled. She’s still in the tree and she’s got nowhere to go…

…except UP?

Instinctively, MIA starts climbing the twenty foot tree to get away from the source of the flames. THE CONFESSOR refuses to let her get away and starts climbing behind her, tire iron in hand. She kicks at the man stalking her the whole way up, but nothing stops him, she keeps fighting him off and climbing until they finally reach the top.

CONFESSOR: No where to go now sweetie…

MIA’s TRAPPED! THE CONFESSOR HAS HER RIGHT WHERE HE WANTS HER!! He ascends the final few branches and puts both hands around the neck of MIA, the bottom of the tree starting to burn below them. THIS HAS TO BE IT! He holds her by her throat with his left hand and pulls his right hand back to strike her with the tire iron he had tucked into his belt buckle. He reaches for it, but it’s stuck! He hesitates very briefly and MIA reaches for the top of the tree with her hands. With incredible strength she pulls herself up by her arms, breaking the grasp THE CONFESSOR has on her throat and wraps both of her legs around his head. She wraps her arms around the tree, reaching for the ropes used to hold it up on the other side and twists her body executing what almost looks like a modified HURRICANARANA! THE CONFESSOR hits the ground hard beneath the tree as the flames start to reach the top of the once beautiful XWF CHRISTMAS TREE. MIA looks down, takes a deep breath, finds a sturdy branch with her feet, plants them, and…

OH MY GOD!

OH MY GOD!

SHE LEAPS OFF THE TOP OF THE TREE AND FALLS THE ENTIRE TWENTY FEET EXECUTING A CORKSCREW 630 SPLASH. THE DIRTY SANCHEZ! THE DIRTY SANCHEZ FROM TWENTY FEET IN THE AIR.

Somehow she hooks the leg. The referee is there!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

WINNER:

IT'S OVER!!! MIA SANCHEZ is the new TAG TEAM contender, but who will she choose as her partner? Suddenly, before MIA can make it to her feet, or before the referee can officially declare her the winner, two men come hopping over the barricade and up the ramp to her location backstage wearing hooded sweatshirts and bandana's obscuring their faces. The larger of the two men stands over her and begins to club her down with forearm shots to the back as the smaller man begins stomping and booting the CONFESSOR furiously. The smaller man walks over and the two of them dump MIA over the top rope to the outside. The smaller man moves back over to the CONFESSOR and begins pounding him over the back. The CONFESSOR begins fighting back with right hands and starts backing the smaller man up. He boots the smaller man in the stomach, doubling him over, and then he starts to run off the ropes, but on the return is nearly decapitated from a big boot from the larger of the two men. The smaller man exits the ring, and makes a beeline towards the timekeeper's table. He yanks up two steel chairs and throws one into the ring. Then, he spies MIA SANCHEZ pulling herself up on the ring apron, and he cracks her across the back with the second chair. He then gives her a Russian legsweep into the steel guardrail, and MIA slides down to the concrete, broken. The smaller man pulls the bandana and hood off, revealing…

NO!!!

We haven't seen him in ages! What’s he doing back here?

It’s the former XTREME CHAMPION and CRUISERWIGHT contender! DOWNFALL! The larger man is still laying into the CONFESSOR with boots, and he stalks over and picks up a steel chair. He drags CONFESSOR over and places his face on the seat of one chair, face down, and DOWNFALL slides the other chair to him. The larger man smashes the CONFESSOR with a brutal looking one-man conchairto, sandwiching his head. He lifts the chair up, and he brings it down with harsh finality again. The CONFESSOR is unmoving, and convulses a little. DOWNFALL smirks and raises his arms, as the larger man, taking off his hood to show his face, stares down at the destruction. DOWNFALL calls for a microphone, and promptly begins to speak.

DOWNFALL: Well, well... it's been too long, XWF... and I love how it is that you've allowed the slow decay to degenerate this place even further down the scale in my absence.... for example, look at the state of the tag division. The last time I was here, the TAG TEAM titles were on their fifth or so run with THE PROPHECY, and now they're never even defended because one-half of the champions is too busy running with the ROAD CREW, leaving you, CONFESSOR, to slip the altar boys sacramental wine to get them into your confession box...

He chuckles.

DOWNFALL: I couldn't allow this farce to continue any longer. I knew that if I was to do something about the state of the TAG division like I did the XTREME division in my initial run... I was going to need some help. So, allow me to introduce my partner in crime... and one half of the new power in the tag division... JASON TWISTED!

The large man takes the mic.

TWISTED: All I have to say is that we are going to start making changes around here... and despite not having the belts... yet... this is the moment where we are taking charge. And put you all on notice. CONFESSOR, to you and RAGE... MIA, to you and whoever you need to blow to partner up with you... and everyone else, is warned. The complexion of the Tag division is about to change.

DOWNFALL and TWISTED exit the ring, as they hold their hands up to the boo's of the crowd, and walk up the ramp, leaving MIA and THE CONFESSOR in their wake. My GOD! Another impressive return to the XWF in the form of one of the most electrifying XTREME CHAMPIONS we’ve seen in the past few years… and he’s got a partner this time! What does this mean for the company, for the champions, and for MIA and her mystery partner? The camera zooms in on the face of THE CONFESSOR, a bubble of blood forming between his lips then popping, his eyelids fluttering quickly, and then it fades to black.

The camera opens up backstage where we see intrepid XWF interviewer, STEVE SAYORS, standing with DANTE ANGLAIS in a corner. STEVE grins widely into the camera lens, either impressed that he’s actually managed to get some air time, or having just gotten laid… It’s probably a safe bet that it’s option number one. He mouths “three, two, one” counting down to the start of the interview, then the “consummate professional” begins.

SAYORS: Hey everybody, STEVE SAYORS here as always, this time with former XWF WORLD CHAMP- errrrr... CONTENDER, DANTE ANGLAIS. Now, DANTE... tonight you find yourself in yet another match for a top title contenders slot, but not the belt itself. How do you feel having to once again sit on the sidelines while a JAMES RAVEN, a BIG SHANK, or a RAGE gets another shot?

DANTE: I honestly don't care. RAGE earned his shot by winning the Lord Of The Ring but even that was tainted. He beat CENTURION, SHAWN CHRISTOPHER, MARQUEE and some masked clown called SCREAM to get that honor, hardly a list of top contenders I think you'll agree. The thing is see, I took some time off and I knew what would happen when I was away because the same thing happens, day in and day out in this place, favoritism. I've never really had a problem with SHANK as a competitor although he did a pretty crappy job running the place but JAMES RAVEN? Are you kidding me? That goody two shoes getting constant title shots and second chances here and there? Hell, he even cost me my job and what happened then? He got my shot at the World Title. It's bull. I'd understand if I kept losing but the fact is I don't keep losing, the fact is, when it matters, I keep winning.

STEVE scratches his head slowly and shrugs his shoulders.

SAYORS: Well, to be fair... you did just lose to DAVEY DUNHAM... that counted, didn't it?

DANTE: Did you not see that match? That was exactly the sort of thing that got me annoyed in the first place, JAMES freakin' RAVEN screwed me out of that title shot because his girlfriend can't look after herself in the ring. What I don't get is that he booked the tournament and yet he still decided to put her in a match with me? How stupid is that? Then there's the fact that RAGE did things twice as bad this time last year and he stood by and did absolutely nothing. What makes me so special? I guess I got to him somehow. I don't know how and I don't know why but the truth is that I'm quite glad I did. It proves that he does have a weakness and, if ever needs must, I will most definitely exploit it.

It seems the more DANTE talks, the more lost SAYORS gets, and now with absolutely no clue what's going on, STEVE holds out his hand to stop DANTE, composes himself, and tries to figure it all out.

SAYORS: I'm a little bit confused... you say that you're glad you got to him, and that you know his weaknesses, but when push comes to shove like at LORD OF THE RING, you've actually allied yourself with him. Not to mention, he gave you the match you have tonight as a safety precaution in case you were to lose... Which side are you actually on with the new owner?

DANTE: You're always confused SAYORS, that's you problem, you never pay attention. You see, I never had a problem with JAMES RAVEN until he decided to screw me out of a World Title Match. That was a mistake on his part. I allied myself with him at LORD OF THE RING because I wasn't jumping aboard any bandwagon led by JASON CASH, especially a losing bandwagon, so I told him I was willing to team with him and he accepted the offer. Now he decides to try and screw with me? If he wants to screw with me then me getting to him gives me an upper hand in the matter. I could care less what he does with the company at the minute. How he deals with his business is up to him but when he tries to screw me over he better be prepared for the potential hell he may have to face.

STEVE nods his head slowly, either understanding, or pretending to understand so as not to hold up the interview any longer.

SAYORS: Well, I guess who he may make you face in the future isn't as important as who you're facing tonight. You find yourself across the ring from the one and only FAMINE OF THE VILE. The prince or darkness, the demon prince... with the winner earning a shot at the UNIVERSAL TITLE, and the loser going after the WORLD TITLE. Do you have anything to say to your former mentor, partner, and the man who made you who you are today?

DANTE spins around to face the camera, then hold his index fingers in front of his mouth like pseudo fangs, and he hisses into the lens.

DANTE: FAMINE.... I VVVVAAAANNNNTTTT TTTTTOOOOO SSUUUUCCCCCKKKKK YYYYYOOOOUUUURRRR BBBBLLLLLOOOOODDDDD!

SAYORS: Thank God you said blood; I thought you were going somewhere else with that for a second...

DANTE: I'll slap you SAYORS, I don't care if I get fined for it, know your place!

SAYORS is silent for a long moment, and DANTE shrugs his shoulders.

DANTE: End of interview?

SAYORS: No, I'm just trying to contain my inner gangsta. Don't make me take my belt of, son... Back on topic though, is there anything else you have to say regarding your match tonight? Or are you just going to do a bad DRACULA impersonation? Something else you apparently picked up from FAMINE...

ANGLAIS glares at STEVE coldly.

DANTE: Sarcasm really isn't your color SAYORS and neither is black so try and behave yourself. FAMINE'S got way too much to say for himself, it's hilarious really. When we're partners, he tells me I'm going to be a World Champion, Universal Champion and maybe even a future legend but when we're opponents? 'The US Division is where you belong'. It's funny what fear does to a 'vampire'. I do wonder what's actually wrong with him, I mean, did his mom drop him on his head as a baby or something? What do you think? Is FAMINE really a vampire?

STEVE is quiet again, apparently thinking it over.

SAYORS: Well, I don't know... I know he ran away from THE SENTINEL after he ate some garlic bread once, but that may have been because that guy is generally gross. Maybe he is a vampire, and maybe he's just a man who got cut as an extra in UNDERWORLD... the true question is will you beat him?

For the first time in the interview, DANTE looks generally insulted, and even takes a step towards STEVE menacingly, but he contains himself, steps backwards and answers the question.

DANTE: That's not really a question now, is it? Of course I'll beat him. How old is he meant to be anyway? I heard he was in his sixties about three years ago and now he claims he was born in '69 which makes him forty. If he's a vampire, shouldn't he be older? I mean, I think FAMINE would be weird even if he wasn't a vampire but with this whole age thing, it's all weird and that. Whatever. I'm younger than him, I'm stronger than him, I'm smarter than him and I'm hungrier than him, although if he is a vampire that might be up for debate. Flat out, I'll beat him. Oh and UNDERWORLD sucked!

SAYORS: But Kim Basinger is hot, right?

DANTE stares at STEVE for a moment, unsure what to say, then decides to say nothing at all, and he hangs his head in disgust and walks off the set, leaving STEVE completely alone. STEVE looks around, wishing there was some way to keep the camera on him for a while longer, then he spontaneously breaks out into a terribly amateur tap dance, and the camera quickly (and I mean quickly) cuts back to the ring.

vs.

- - SCAFFOLD MATCH - -
- - 2 RP Limit - -

HARDCORE SMITTY and CHASM are up on the scaffold that is about 45 feet away from the ring. The crew continues to fill the ring with tables just to add to the insanity. Both of them look down. CHASM looks back and HARDCORE SMITTY is charging at him. HARDCORE SMITTY spears him down. HARDCORE SMITTY starts to pummel CHASM with fists like crazy. HARDCORE SMITTY pulls him up. HARDCORE SMITTY suplexs him. SMITTY starts to stomp on him violently. CHASM rolls and almost falls off the scaffold! CHASM is holding on for dear life. SMITTY goes to stomp on his fingers, but CHASM moves his hand around SMITTY’s ankle. CHASM trips up SMITTY. This allows CHASM to get back onto the scaffold. CHASM DDT’s SMITTY. CHASM grabs a chair that is sitting on top of the scaffold. SMITTY gets up. CHASM swings the chair, SMITTY ducks. SMITTY kicks him in the stomach. SMITTY grabs the chair and nearly takes CHASM’s head off. CHASM is busted wide open as blood spews out of his face. HARDCORE SMITTY goes to pick up CHASM. CHASM somehow scoops up SMITTY and has him on his shoulders. CHASM goes to death valley driver SMITTY off the scaffold, but SMITTY sneaks out of it. CHASM turns around and SMITTY hits him with a solid right hand. CHASM stumbles back. HARDCORE SMITTY takes a few good steps and hits him with another solid punch. CHASM is reeling. SMITTY charges at him. CHASM back body drops SMITTY off the scaffold! CHASM has WON! OR has he? SMITTY has caught the end of the ledge. He pulls him back up as CHASM thinks he has won the match. CHASM turns back around. SMITTY kicks him in the stomach. HARDCORE BOMB off the Scaffold down to the ground through a stack of four tables! HARDCORE SMITTY has gotten the monkey off his back!!!

WINNER:

Is that it? After all the hype, and the build up... is the match really over that quickly? The fans cheer SMITTY loudly, as it's been months since they've actually seen the former UNIVERSAL CHAMPION in the ring, but it's clear they're a little bit disappointed in the effort CHASM put in. CHASM sits up and looks at SMITTY who shrugs his shoulders, and the camera fades to black.

The camera opens up backstage, revealing STEVE SAYORS once again, clearly proud of himself for having found another interview to get himself some face time. This time, he’s joined by a man that few will recognize unless they were in attendance tonight, the victor of our dark match, ADAM MASON. STEVE looks at the camera, smiles widely, and begins.

SAYORS: Well, here I am with ADAM MASON, who had an impressive debut in tonight’s dark match which wasn't seen by some, but let me assure you... it was a massacre. Also, I apologize ahead of time… I tried getting BIG SHANK, or someone important, but I couldn’t do it… so deal with this guy I guess. Now ADAM, a lot of people were saying heading into tonights show that a win wouldn't be impressive as you were facing arguably the worst wrestler on the roster. What do you have to say to that?

MASON: What do I have to say to that? I'd say that it doesn't matter who I go against in this freak show, they're all the same. It's a joke that I'm even here right now, and that match proved it. Your owner is drooling that he somehow conned my agent into me signing here, and now he makes a joke of it. So what do I say? I say that tonight was a joke, and I'm not someone to be made fun of.

STEVE nods his head slowly.

SAYORS: Well, you may not be someone to make fun of, but as the crowd reaction clearly showed... your someone who may be hated. After the match, the fans were booing, throwing garbage, even chanting words that I, uhhhhhh, can't repeat here. What do you think about their reactions, and why do you think they hate you so much already?

MASON: Their reactions? Jealousy. Look where we are, we're in Denver, Colorado. The only people that are known in Colorado are people who flew away in a balloon, and people who were shot in a school shooting not far from here. They live vicariously through their heroes in this disgrace to a wrestling organization, and all of a sudden, I come in, and they know that I'll defeat all their heroes. So that's the other thing...they fear me. They fear I'm going to prove what a joke their lives are by defeating everyone I face here, which hopefully won't be too many people, cause the longer I stay here, the more I fear I'll be contaminated.

STEVE looks taken aback by the remark, but to his credit he doesn’t give up hope, and tries to dig deeper… looking for something to give him hope that there’s some good in ADAM MASON.

SAYORS: Well it's obvious you don't have the highest opinion of the XWF, or the superstars you're expected to work with... if you hate all of us so much, why are you even here? Isn't there someplace more suited to you... uhhhhh... "tastes"?

MASON: Well, I'll give your owner a bit of credit, he knows I bring in the money. So he threw all the money he had at me, but in doing so, he made it so I couldn't opt out of my contract, cause he knew I'm better than this place. My idiot agent signed it, thinking I just wanted money. No, I deserve respect and prestige, and I won't get it here. So hopefully he'll be able to find a way out, so I don't have to spend any more time wrestling your so-called superstars, or talking to people like you.

SAYORS: People like me? Well... to be fair no one wants to talk to people like me, but I digress. If you're stuck here, what are your next steps? I'm sure someone with your ego wont be content just sitting around wrestling JERRY ATRICK week after week, so what do you see in your future?

MASON says nothing at first, and simply smirks at the question.

MASON: My future? Well, I haven't given much thought to that. But believe me, for as long as I'm stuck here, things are going to be very...very...different.

With that, MASON turns and walks out of the shot, ending the interview and leaving STEVE SAYORS very confused… as if that's something new, and the camera fades out on the quizzical face of the XWF’s loveable loser.

As the camera returns for the next match, C.H.A.D, BRIAN CADY, and Q.C. THUG are waiting in the ring for the XWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION to make his way down to the ring. Suddenly an unknown theme song starts to blare over the P.A. system.

Chino XL: You get hit up, pump my shit up to full blast, word to god Chinos the nigga that laugh last.

B-Real: How far are you willin to go?

Chino XL: Until I'm dead ass, word to god, Chinos the nigga that laugh last.

As "Last Laugh" by Chino XL and B-Real continues to play, K-MONEY now emerges from the dressing room to a mixed reaction of cheers with a few boos sprinkled throughout the arena. However the arena comes to a hush after they have time to process what they are seeing. K-MONEY has reverted back to wearing his old mask (lucha libre style) which is black and covered with dollar signs. The rest of his body is also completely covered by a long sleeve black shirt and baggy black jeans. The rest of the competitors kind of look at each other and shrug as the re-masked K-MONEY enters the ring with the XWF CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE draped over his shoulder. The ref takes the title away from K-MONEY and holds it high in the air before calling for the bell... CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE MATCH!!! HERE WE GO!!!

vs.

vs.

vs.

- - LADDER MATCH - -
- - 2 RP Limit - -

The four men stand in the ring as the bell sounds to start this fatal-four way for the Cruiserweight championship! C.H.A.D. stares up at the title hanging above them. Almost close enough to just jump up and grab! While distracted, BRIAN CADY comes out of nowhere and blind-sides him with an elbow to the side of the head! Meanwhile, K MONEY takes out QC THUG with brutal lefts and rights! CADY and K MONEY clothesline both the other men over the top rope and THUG and C.H.A.D. go crashing to the mat outside! They turn and stare each other down, now. Two men thought to be stablemates have seemingly worked together to take out the other two men in this match...for now. K MONEY nods to CADY and they tie up mid-ring! CADY doesn't waste any time and doubles the champion over with a boot to the gut. He bounces off the opposite ropes but K MONEY explodes towards him and levels him with a clothesline! The fans pop! CADY rolls up quickly and he's leveled again by the champion! He pops up again and finally rolls out of the ring to re-group as K MONEY stares down at him from the ring and shakes his head. C.H.A.D. is creeping up around the corner of the ring to try and ambush CADY! He finally lunges at him but CADY grabs him by the head and shoves him into the steel steps outside the ring! The steps break away as C.H.A.D. meets them head-first! Inside the ring, THUG has snuck up behind the champion! He spins K MONEY around looking to catch the champion off-guard...but K MONEY counters and hits the MONOPOLIZER!! THUG just got planted and K MONEY rolls him out of the ring just as CADY slides under the ropes behind him with a ladder! K MONEY turns around and gets a ladder to the gut! CADY backs up and rams the champion through the ropes! K MONEY falls to the outside landing hard on the mat below as CADY starts to set up the ladder!

The ladder is set up over the title and CADY starts to climb! C.H.A.D. slowly slides into the ring, still feeling the affects of slaming into the steel steps outside the ring. He grabs the bottom tier of the ladder and tries to shake it side to side. CADY looks down and finally sees what's going on. He turns around on the ladder about half-way up and leaps off dropping an elbow to the back of C.H.A.D.! The move took a bit out of CADY, too, as he stands up and walks off the impact of the fall. He finally goes back to the ladder just as K MONEY slides back into the ring. The champion hops up onto the other side of the ladder and he and CADY begin exchanging punches trying to knock the other man down. CADY grabs K MONEY'S head and slams it into the steel ladder. K slips a little bit and nearly falls but holds on for dear life!

Suddenly, QC THUG is back in the ring now and walks over to try tipping the ladder! CADY and K MONEY use their weight to steady it. They then glance over at each other then back down at THUG...and both leap off and level QC with a double drop-kick from half-way up the ladder! THUG flips over the top rope, again, and is back outside the ring! K MONEY quickly runs over and levels CADY with a spear before pounding away at him with lefts and rights to keep him down. C.H.A.D. is back on his feet now and gets up to the top rope! He leaps off and takes out K MONEY with a cross-body! BRIAN CADY slowly stands up as C.H.A.D. gets to his feet. CADY spins him around...X MARKS THE SPOT! C.H.A.D. has just been taken out of this match as CADY rolls him to the outside! He then quickly heads back over to the ladder...but here comes QC THUG back into the ring with a ladder now! K MONEY gets to his feet...but is leveled with the ladder brought in by THUG! QC sets it up right next to CADY'S and starts to climb! CADY is almost to the top of his ladder! THUG is quickly to the top of his and CADY has now realized he won't be taking the belt easily!

THUG jumps off his ladder over to the other side of CADY'S and grabs CADY by the head, slamming his face into the steel! CADY stumbles a few steps down but is quickly back up and now grabs THUG'S head turns towards the other ladder...and slams THUG'S skull off the other ladder! THUG'S been busted open! Now wait! K MONEY is climbing up the ladder THUG brought in! He gets to the top and leaps onto CADY'S ladder! Three men are standing on one ladder as K MONEY straddles both sides of the ladder! He grabs QC THUG by the hair and throws a few punches into THUG'S face before slamming it once more into the ladder! THUG drops and hits the mat hard, as blood pours from his face! K MONEY slowly gets to his side of the ladder now as both he and CADY reach for the belt! They both have a hold of it! CADY throws a few punches that connect with the K MONEY'S face...but the champion holds on! K MONEY returns the favor and CADY doesn't let go, either!

What's this? CADY pulls a small canister out of his pocket...is that spray paint?? CADY shakes it up and sprays K MONEY right in the eyes!! K MONEY falls from the ladder crying out in pain holding his eyes! CADY puts the can back in his pocket and reaches back up for the belt...he un-hooks it and it's over!! BRIAN CADY has re-taken the Cruiserweight Title!! He drops down off the ladder and holds the title high in the air as the referee holds his hand up in victory! CADY shakes off the ref and rolls out of the ring to head up the ramp to the back as paramedics quickly tend to THUG and K MONEY. What a match! BRIAN CADY is the new Cruiserweight Champion!

WINNER:

With the match over Q.C. THUG can't help himself and attacks K-MONEY from behind looking for retribution from K-MONEY's attack on him a couple weeks ago. He knocks him to the ground and stomps on him a few times before grabbing for K-MONEY's mask and successfully ripping it off of him. Wait a second, thats not K-MONEY, ITS DIEGO!!!! As THUG looks down at DIEGO in shock DIEGO takes the opportunity to get the upper hand by landing a right hand below Q.C. THUG's famous belt. DIEGO then grabs QC and..... MEXCLAMATION! As if there wasn't enough going on, the real K-MONEY now appears on the X-TRON via satellite, shocking the fans.

K-MONEY: Well sorry to disappoint all the XWF fans by not showing up tonight... Oh wait, NO I'M NOT!

The crowd boos wildly

K-MONEY: Yeah, yeah, f*** you too. Well I tried to pass the CRUISERWEIGHT Title along to my cousin DIEGO, but I guess things just didn't work out for him tonight. With that being said, you can forget seeing either DIEGO VELEZ or K-MONEY in an XWF ring in the near future. FUCK XWF, PWE ALL DAY BABY!!!

K-Money is interrupted by Diego who now has a mic in his hands.

DIEGO: KRIS, I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me but I'm not going to PWE. RAVEN talked to me, and I've signed an exclusive contract with the XWF... I'm staying.

The crowd goes nuts and K-Money looks beyond pissed.

K-MONEY: YOU SON OF A-

We suddenly lose the satellite feed, and K MONEY disappears from the screen. "Last Laugh" by Chino XL and B-Real starts to play again as Diego heads backstage, disappearing behind the black curtain and leaving BRIAN CADY alone in the ring with his newly won CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE. The fans continue to boo CADY, despite the apology earlier in the night, and he just hangs his head, rolling out of the ring and making his way up the ramp as the camera fades out.

C.H.A.D. is seen walking backstage pissed off looking and heading for the exit door of the arena when suddenly just before walking out of the arena somebody calls his name out. C.H.A.D. stopping and looking back sees that it's none other than XWF Owner and Former UNIVERSAL Champion, JAMES RAVEN himself.

JAMES RAVEN: C.H.A.D.! Wait up a second!

C.H.A.D. stops from leaving as he turns around fully facing him now as JAMES RAVEN catches up to him.

JAMES RAVEN: C.H.A.D., where the fuck are you going? The shows not over yet.

C.H.A.D.: I don't know RAVEN... I mean look at me, maybe I’m just not cut out to be in the XWF anymore. Maybe I’m not meant to "fit" in here.

JAMES RAVEN: What the hell are you talking about? You’re starting to whine like the real CHAD.

C.H.A.D.: Well take a look at my record man! It's crap! Complete and utter crap! It our actions speak volumes louder than our words than right now mine are calling me a retard.

JAMES RAVEN laughs at C.H.A.D.'s comment before starting back in while shaking his head shamefully.

JAMES RAVEN: No C.H.A.D., your actions weren't just calling you a retard; YOU were just calling yourself a retard, along with everyone else in this place… but that's besides the point... seriously, you're not trying to bail out on the XWF now are you? You've barely even been back for 4 months and already you want to throw the towel in just because you've had your ass handed over to you on a few occasions? Well… every occasion, but again, that's besides the point.

C.H.A.D.: I mean look! So far since coming back I’ve graciously been offered and took the chances at the X-Treme, Tag Team, Hart and now the Cruiserweight Title Belts, all to which I’ve failed at capturing. Must I continue on failing time after time after time again before I realize that I’m just not the same as I was some 5+ years ago?

JAMES rolls his eyes, knowing the “sob story” well, having heard it a million times and used it himself a million and one.

JAMES RAVEN: No, but times are continually changing and you should know this of all people. Don't give up man… I’m not signing your unemployment paychecks if you do. I know what you were capable of and what you ARE capable of, but the only one who can make anything happen is you… Barney told me so once. I mean the dinosaur of course, not the fat ass. I think you can be a top champion again some day, but I’m not just handing the shit to you…

C.H.A.D.: Nor would I ever expect you or anyone else to, but what do I do? Where would I go from here? I've already had over 6 or 7 losses back to back in a row. And that's going to be something pretty hard for me bounce back from and leave behind me. Especially if I ever plan on becoming the XWF'S World Champion in the next 6 months or less....

JAMES shrugs his shoulders, but it’s obvious that he already has something in mind… he’s just waiting for C.H.A.D. to figure it out himself.

JAMES RAVEN: Well, let's work on first things first, and that's getting you winning again, though I’m not HELEN KELLER.

C.H.A.D.: A blind bitch?

JAMES: A miracle worker, fag-tard.

C.H.A.D. shrugs.

C.H.A.D.: Whatever, how do you suppose I plan on going about that? I mean I could take on HUNTER RYAN once again, as I’m not done dealing with him yet, regardless of his love/hate relationship going on between himself and X-Treme Champion CENTURION right now...

JAMES: True, but you do know that his next match is a pink slip match, right?

C.H.A.D.: And? What? You don't think that I couldn't handle myself versus him in that match?

JAMES holds his hands up innocently, not implying anything.

JAMES RAVEN: Ok, but last time you faced him you lost, remember that. Not to mention as we’ve established you aren’t exactly on a hot streak.

C.H.A.D. hesitates, thinking over his options, then he peers at JAMES through the eyeholes in his mask, and slowly nods his head.

C.H.A.D.: Book it. I have something up my sleeve, I’ll make sure I win this match, tonight… before it even happens. I have to keep it a secret though, just trust me, it’ll work.

C.H.A.D. sprints off down the hallway, leaving JAMES alone in the hallway for a moment until MIA appears behind him, a confused look on her face as she holds an ice pack to her jaw after the brutal match with THE CONFESSOR.

MIA: What's he doing?

JAMES: Meh, he’s going to attack HUNTER RYAN and try to hurt him too badly to compete at full strength next week, then he can win their match, get HUNTER fired, and try and parlay that into a title… the usual.

MIA nods her head in understanding, and the two turn around and walk away down the hallway as the camera fades back to the ring for the XTREME title match.

vs.

- - MERRY BLOODY CHRISTMAS MATCH - -
- - 2 RP Limit - -

The two men stand in the ring and just stare each other down. The crowd is going nuts knowing full well that this match is going to be absolutely epic! Christmas lights decorate the ropes and ring posts. Christmas tree ornaments hang from the ropes and there is lord knows what underneath the ring for each of these men to use to destroy each other! It's about to be a yuletide blood bath! Finally, they lock up and each try to get the advantage on the other as they jockey for position in the middle of the ring. HUNTER finally hooks CENTURION'S head but the champ wriggles free and kick's him in the gut, hooks HUNTER'S leg, and HUNTER slips through his grasp. They're back to staring each other down again. HUNTER tries to lunge forward and take down the champion, but CENTURION steps aside and shoves HUNTER into the corner. He follows up with a charge of his own and slams a few shoulders into HUNTER'S gut! The challenger grasps his stomach but CENTURION ruthlessly throws boots into it, now, taking all the breath out of his opponent's lungs. HUNTER slumps down into the corner and hunches over in a fetal position trying to get his strength back as CENTURION quickly drops out of the ring in search of his first weapon of choice.

He lifts the ring apron and quickly starts searching. Finally, he pulls out a string of lights and walks over to where HUNTER has just sat up in the corner. He un-coils the lights...and wraps them around HUNTER'S neck, pulling him back against the ring post! CENTURION is choking out HUNTER! This match could end early!! HUNTER desperately tries to break free but his face is quickly turning pale! He gets his fingers underneath the cord and using any last bit of strength he has, he moves them away from his neck as CENTURION tries to pull them back. Finally, HUNTER gets them over his head and quickly rolls away from the corner coughing and clutching his bruised neck. CENTURION rolls back into the ring and tries to stomp into HUNTER'S chest to keep him down, but HUNTER catches his foot and slowly stands up with it still in his hand. CENTURION hops on one leg to keep his balance...and HUNTER lunges forward with a huge clothesline to take down the champion! He stands up as CENTURION quickly pops up, himself, and charges HUNTER, who ducks under a clothesline spins CENTURION around and starts throwing lefts and rings backing the champion up against the ropes as the crowd pops!

He finally tries to whip CENTURION across the ring but CENT counters, whips HUNTER, who flies back with a shoulder block takedown! CENTURION pops up as HUNTER bounces off the ropes and spears the champion to the mat! Here comes the first cover of the match!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

T-

KICK OUT by the champion! It will take more than a spear to put down this legend! HUNTER knows that! He stands over CENTURION who now holds his own mid-section gasping for air as that spear took it all away. HUNTER, now, walks over to the ropes and takes a few select ornaments. One is a ceramic star with very sharp points on each end while another is a large red ball with glittery patterns on it. HUNTER mounts the champion and holds the ornaments up to chose which to use. He sets down the star momentarilly, raises his arm, and smashes the red ball off of the champion's skull!! It shatters into pieces and a small cut appears on the forehead of CENTURION as blood begins to trickle onto the mat! My God he's been busted open! HUNTER now throws a few punches into the new wound to keep the blood flowing! The crowd is in a mix of cheers and boos as HUNTER stands up, stares down at his bloody fist, and holds it into the air as a few more cheers rise up from the sold-out arena! CENTURION seems a bit dazed as the blood trickles down to his lips as he tries to sit up. He finally realizes what's happend and touches the wound with his hand, then stares down at his own blood. He slowly turns around to face HUNTER to stands over him just staring down meanacingly. CENTURION slowly gets to his feet and...HUNTER backs away, allowing him to do so, but he doesn't take his eyes off the champion.

HUNTER: How's it feel to be the first one to bleed, CENT?

The anger in the champion's eyes can be seen even from the cheap seats and he lunges forward taking HUNTER down and throwing lefts and rights into the challenger! He is enraged! Finally, he reaches for the star HUNTER had left on the mat, lifts it up, and swings it down towards HUNTER'S face...but it's countered! HUNTER stops CENTURION'S arm inches from the side of his head an now it's a test of strength! HUNTER struggles to keep CENTURION from slamming that sharp star into the side of his head! Finally, the champion throws a headbutt and causes HUNTER to release his grip and stumble backwards against the ropes. CENTURION charges forward with the star...but HUNTER flips him over his shoulder and outside to the thin mat below! CENTURION lands hard with a sick thud and the star goes flying into the crowd. He cries out in pain as he arches his now damaged back. HUNTER shakes off the headbutt and rolls outside. He picks up CENTURION and slams his face once into the ring! Twice! He tries a third time but CENT braces himself as he grabs the ring, then grabs HUNTER'S neck, and slams his face into the mat!

HUNTER slumps down to the ground giving the champion time to recover! He stares across at HUNTER who's nose seems to have been busted open from slamming into the mat! Both men have shed blood in this match and there's still a ways to go! They're both on their feet now. HUNTER charges forward but CENTURION steps aside and HUNTER crashes through the steel steps, his shoulder taking most of the impact! He rolls around on the mat outside holding his arm and shoulder in pain. CENTURION searches under the ring again, and this time pulls out a ladder! He holds it under his arm in a ramming position and waits for HUNTER to sit up...he charges forward...and the ladder connects with the challenger's face, knocking him back down and seemingly out cold! CENTURION may have it here! He drops the ladder and walks over to his downed opponent, drops into a cover and hooks the leg as the ref slides out of the ring to make a count!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR-

NO! KICK OUT by HUNTER RYAN!! How in the blue hell did he have enough sense in his scrambled brain to kick out from that? CENTURION can't believe it, either. He turns to the official who signifies he was an inch away from retaining his belt. The champion covers again!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

KICK OUT again by HUNTER RYAN! CENTURION sits up and runs his hands through his hair obviously frustrated that ladder shot could not put HUNTER away! He stands up and goes for the ladder again, but HUNTER trips him up with a toe-hold and he lands face-first off the security wall! CENTURION rolls around the mat holding his face! What a move out of nowhere by HUNTER RYAN to buy himself some time! He reaches up and finds the string of lights that CENTURION had used earlier. He heads over to the fallen champion and wraps the lights around CENTURION'S neck and pulls! The plastic lights are digging into CENTURION'S flesh as HUNTER pulls harder trying desperately to choke out the champion! CENTURION tries to move the cord away from him but HUNTER is using the security wall as leverage! HUNTER is going to crush CENTURION'S wind pipe! This is too far! The emotion in HUNTER'S face says all the fans need to know! This man is hellbent on taking this title at any cost! Finally, HUNTER releases the rope allowing some air to flow back into the champion's lungs. HUNTER stands up and picks up CENTURION by the hair and rolls him back into the ring. He slides back outside and searches the apron for more weapons. He pulls out a ceramic angel! A tree-topper, maybe? He tosses it into the ring along with a santa hat and...ski polls? I guess they must be considered a part of the holiday season! HUNTER rolsl back into the ring, puts on the Santa hat, and takes up one of the ski polls. He sizes up CENTURION who slowly gets to his feet. HUNTER lifts the ski poll into the air and crashes it down over CENTURION'S skull, snapping it in half!

The champion slumps back down to the mat, another gash appearing on his head. He doesn't seem to be moving. CENTURION is out of it! HUNTER drops down into the cover! It's over!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR-

KICK OUT BY CENTURION! What the hell are these men made of?? HUNTER can't believe it, now! He pleads with the referee who tells him the same thing he'd told CENTURION...that close! HUNTER stands up and tosses down the Santa hat in frustration. He heads over to get the other ski poll, turns around...and takes the ceramic angel off the skull! CENTURION had made it back to his feet with just enough strength left to smash that angel over HUNTER'S head! Both men drop back to the mat as blood has now covered both of their faces! Can CENTURION manage to get over to HUNTER and cover him?? He's out cold!

The champion rolls over and tries to crawl over to HUNTER...but he just doesn't seem to have enough strength! Finally, he drapes an arm over HUNTER'S chest and the ref drops down for the count!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

KICK OUT!! My god how did he do that?? What a match! CENTURION can't believe it but doesn't have the strength to protest this one. He crawls over to the corner and sits up, just staring over at HUNTER who still seems out of it. CENTURION wipes the blood away from his eyes and gets to his feet. He walks over...and locks in the FALL OF ROME!! HUNTER is locked into that submission and cries out in pain!! This could be it! HUNTER grasps the ropes but it's not doing him any good! He claws at the side of the ring and uses it to pull himself through the bottom rope and to the outside, out of the grasp and danger of that submission move! CENTURION follows HUNTER outside the ring and as soon as his foot hits the ground, HUNTER yanks the cord from the string of lights and CENTURION flips off his feet and lands hard on his back! HUNTER had managed to slip the lights around his foot as he dropped down from the ring! What a way to utilize your resources!

HUNTER gets to his feet now and picks up CENTURION, kicks him in the gut...and lifts him over his head! The fans know what he's setting him up for! ROID RAGER is moments away...but CENTURION slides down HUNTER'S back and out of his grasp! He gets to his feet, HUNTER turns around...and CENTURION has him set up for the 1000 MILE SLAM! The fans are on their feet...but HUNTER slips out of it now! How well do these two men know each other! HUNTER gets to his feet and ducks an oncoming clothesline! He spins CENTURION around, kicks him in the gut, hooks his head for a DDT...but CENT drops HUNTER on his back! Great counter by the LEGEND! HUNTER gets to his feet now and picks up CENTURION, kicks him in the gut...and lifts him over his head! The fans know what he's setting him up for! ROID RAGER is moments away...but CENTURION slides down HUNTER'S back and out of his grasp! He gets to his feet, HUNTER turns around...and CENTURION has him set up for the 1000 MILE SLAM! The fans are on their feet...but HUNTER slips out of it now! How well do these two men know each other! HUNTER gets to his feet and ducks an oncoming clothesline! He spins CENTURION around, kicks him in the gut, hooks his head for a DDT...but CENT drops HUNTER on his back...and locks in FALL OF ROME, again!! HUNTER cries out as his back is torked! CENTURION cries out for him to tap! CENTURION applies as much pressure as possible nearly breaking HUNTER'S back! Wait a minute...HUNTER TAPS!! IT'S OVER! HUNTER RYAN has tapped out!! CENTURION retains the Xtreme Title!!

WINNER AND STILL XTREME CHAMPION:

Wait a minute! Leaping over the security wall...it's C.H.A.D.!! He's got a steel chair in his hand and is heading straight for HUNTER! CENTURION reacts to the fans and turns around to notice what's about to happen. Just before C.H.A.D. reaches HUNTER, CENTURION charges forward and spears him to the mat, knocking the chair away. CENTURION just saved HUNTER RYAN from what would have been a no doubt career-ending chair shot from C.H.A.D.! He stands up and stares down at C.H.A.D. who holds his mid-section in pain. HUNTER is staring at what's just happened with a look of confusion on his face. CENTURION turns back to HUNTER...and offers his hand to help him up! HUNTER, even more confused now, takes the hand and is helped to his feet. CENTURION and HUNTER stand there at ringside staring at each other for a brief moment, before CENTURION nods to his beaten opponent as if HUNTER had finally started re-gaining that respect back from the legend. CENTURION pats HUNTER on the shoulder and starts his painful walk to the back to the roar of the fans!

HUNTER stares down at C.H.A.D. who is slowly getting to his feet. He picks up the steel chair that had been meant for him and approaches his assailant clenching it in his hand. The fans cheering gets louder! They want HUNTER to destroy C.H.A.D.! But...HUNTER drops the chair and just shakes his head...then kicks C.H.A.D. in the gut and drops him with a DDT right onto the chair!! C.H.A.D. has been busted open and is out cold! The crowd goes nuts! HUNTER has destroyed C.H.A.D. afterall! He stands up and spits on C.H.A.D.'S motionless body before turning around to head to the back, catching up with CENTURION midway up the entrance ramp, but before they reach the top or can get backstage, the lights dim once more and a video appears on the X-TRON. Now what's going on?

The X-TRON goes dead and HUNTER and CENTURION just stare at each other, the crowd silent as they wonder who the video was from. Suddenly, the bottom of a cane appears between the black curtains, pushing one of the curtains to the side and making room for a limping man to come walking through. HUNTER and CENTURION both stare in amazement as the man appears on the ramp, the crowd erupting in equal parts supportive cheers and hysterical laughter.

Another return?

Could it be?

IT'S NICK RYAN!!! The older RYAN BROTHER stares down the ramp at HUNTER and CENTURION, two men he has quite a bit of history with, and he grins widely, applauding the two of them on their epic match, then motioning around his own waist and pointing at CENTURION'S XTREME TITLE, signaling it will be soon his. CENTURION cant help but chuckle and notice the cane in NICK'S hand, but "ROOFTOPS" by LOSTPROPHETS blares, and NICK tosses the cane into the crowd... NICK RYAN IS HEALTHY, AND HE'S RETURNED TO THE XWF!!! CENTURION furrows his brow, not having seen this coming, but like the champion he is, he nods his head and steps towards NICK, as does HUNTER RYAN. The three all stare coldly at each other, and the camera fades out as the crowd cheers wildly.

We’re backstage in DAVEY DUNHAM’S locker room. This time it is his own. It’s one of the perks he gets for the time being for having made it to the finals. The only thing wrong with it is that he’s not in it, but instead it’s HALEY and the two guys we saw earlier talking to DR. EMO. HALEY is pacing around while the other two men are casually standing side-by-side smoking from pipes. That’s what they were missing earlier! Pipes! I couldn’t for the life of me figure out who they reminded me of at first, but with the pipes… they’re DETECTIVES! Well, sort of… they LOOK like detectives. Does that count?

HALEY COLEBRIDGE: Can’t you guys take those disguises off yet?

GUY #1: Sorry, my lady. But that is a no can do at the moment.

HALEY COLEBRIDGE: And why is that? I’m a little confused.

GUY #2: Don’t you worry about us, dear. We have our reasons.

HALEY COLEBRIDGE: None of this is making any sense. Can we at least TRY to break it down so those of us who aren’t in on this actually have an IDEA of what’s going on?

DAVEY DUNHAM: There’s nothing we can say yet.

DAVEY DUNHAM steps out from the shower area, taping his wrists as he makes his way over to the group.

GUY #1: Ahh, DAVEY. To what do we owe the pleasure?

DAVEY DUNHAM: I… work here? Yeah, let’s go with I work here.

GUY #2: Fair enough, me lad. Now go on, explain to the young madam who we are and why we’re here.

DAVEY DUNHAM: Can’t.

GUY #2: Oh? And why not?

DAVEY DUNHAM: Because the last time I saw you guys you were in the middle of doing some things you weren’t suppose to be doing. Keep in mind, gentlemen, we ARE being recorded right now.

DAVEY looks over at HALEY who is now nervously biting her lip and fidgeting with her hands.

DAVEY DUNHAM: HALEY, do you remember e-mailing anyone two weeks ago?

HALEY COLEBRIDGE: Well, yeah. But--

Suddenly she starts to get the idea. Now WE are the last to know.

HALEY COLEBRIDGE: Oh.

DAVEY DUNHAM: I figured as much. HALEY, these are not guys we should be getting ourselves involved with. They’re not good people.

GUY #2: I resent that!

GUY #1: Hear, hear!

DUNHAM finishes up wrapping his wrists and he tosses the tape aside with a shrug.

DAVEY DUNHAM: It doesn’t matter now either way. But before the night’s through, those disguises are coming off along with any other method you two have for concealing your identity. That is the trade. A deal’s a deal. HALEY can be trusted as much as I can, and she has the right to know the truth.

GUY #1: Fair enough.

DAVEY DUNHAM: And I want the announcers to know your names. Give them something. They need to know what to call you when HALEY or myself reveal you to the audience. I should’ve known you two would come here eventually. I should have prepared myself better for it. You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?

Both the mystery men solemnly shake their heads no.

DAVEY DUNHAM: I didn’t think so. Anyway, I best be leaving now. I’ll be seeing you soon enough.

DAVEY nods at the two men before leaving.

HALEY COLEBRIDGE: Okay, so what’s with the disguises? I know those mustaches aren’t real, that much has been made clear already.

GUY #1: Ma’am, allow me to say that you’ve made the right choice by contacting us. Don’t let that man fool you.

HALEY COLEBRIDGE: I’m not being fooled by anybody. I want to know why you’ve been snooping around all over the place wearing those damn mustaches!

GUY #2: Temper, temper. I can assure you you’ll find out just as soon as everyone else finds out.

GUY #1: Come. We are wasting precious time. We must act quick if we are going to catch these people unbeknownst.

The two men exit the room. HALEY trails behind, mumbling to herself.

HALEY COLEBRIDGE: Well, okay. I guess. Sure, I can act without instruction. I LOVE not knowing what I’m doing. Dammit, it’s freshman year all over again…

And with that, do we get any closer to knowing who these people are? Well, one thing’s for sure… we’re getting closer to the World Title match, folks. Buckle up, we’re going for a ride! And… we’re out.

vs.

vs.

- - TABLES, LADDERS AND CHAIRS MATCH - -
- - 2 RP Limit - -

All around the ring are tables, ladders, and chairs ready to be used to break bodies and change careers! The three men in this match stand in the middle of the ring as the referee takes the US Title from DAN FIERCE and holds it up. This is what it's all about, ladies and germs! He hands the belt to the ring hand outside and the bell rings! Here we go!

JASON STEVENS immediately guns for the champion lunging at him but DAN FIERCE side-steps and STEVENS momentum carries him over the top rope, quickly out of the equation for now! FIERCE stares down SCYTHE and the two lock up! FIERCE takes a quick upper-hand and rolls behind SCYTHE and plants a kiss on his cheek! SCYTHE immediately runs away from FIERCE wiping his cheek off and glaring across the ring at the fabulous one who stands there laughing! The crowd loves it and a chant of "Fabulous! Fabulous! Fabulous!" begins around the arena! The two lock up, again, but this time SCYTHE takes control and hooks the head of the champion. He tightens his hold trying to bring FIERCE to his knees. DAN FIERCE fights through it, lifts up SCYTHE and drops him over his shoulder with a suplex! What a counter by the champion! JASON STEVENS is slowly trying to climb back over the ropes but FIERCE throws an elbow straight into his face, knocking him back down to the mat below.

SCYTHE gets to his feet, favoring his back a bit and charges FIERCE who had been distracted by STEVENS. SCYTHE takes down FIERCE with a chop-block and then proceeds to drop a few elbows into his chest to keep him down and keep the air out of his lungs for a moment. He finally heads over to grab one of the chairs that had been placed around the ring and opens it up, placing it in the middle of the ring. He walks over to pick up FIERCE but DAN quickly rolls him up into a school-boy!! 1...2...KICK OUT by SCYTHE who almost lost the match right there! DAN stands up and blows a kiss to his opponent who seems more furious than ever! He charges DAN, again, and the champion kicks him in the gut, looks for a DDT but SCYTHE counters, dropping FIERCE to his back and locking in an ankle lock! SCYTHE torks that ankle hard and FIERCE cries out in agony! JASON STEVENS makes another attempt at entering the ring but SCYTHE releases the ankle lock on FIERCE, runs over, and knocks him back down to the outside with a spear through the ropes! STEVENS and SCYTHE are now outside the ring as SCYTHE proceeds to throw lefts an rights into STEVENS, mounting him on the mat outside the ring!

DAN FIERCE is up on his feet, limping on the damaged ankle. He takes notice of what's going on outside and takes the time to set up a table near the ropes inside the ring. He climbs up on top of the table, blows a kiss to the crowd who is cheering him on, and leaps off the table taking out both men outside the ring!! What a daredevil move by the champion!! He put his own body on the line for his title! He slowly gets up, having taken some of the impact from that move, and limps around a moment trying to shake it off. Meanwhile, SCYTHE is slowly getting to his feet while JASON STEVENS crawls away from the other two having been pummeled by SCYTHE before absorbing that move from FIERCE. SCTYHE approaches FIERCE, spins him around, and shoves him, face first into the steel ring post! The painted face of the US Champion leaves it's mark on the ring post as SCYTHE, again, shoves his face into the steel! My God he's merciless! He finally rolls FIERCE back into the ring and follows close behind. He sets up the chair, again, this time he locks DAN'S ankle inside it! SCYTHE climbs to the top rope, leaps off, and lands feet-first on the chair! My God he could have just broken DAN FIERCE'S ankle!!

FIERCE cries out in agony and holds his destroyed foot! It may be over for the champion here! SCYTHE moves the table into the middle of the ring and drags FIERCE over to it. He lifts him to his feet and sets him on top of the table. This could be over right here! Wait a minute! JASON STEVENS is on the top rope! He leaps off and just in time DAN FIERCE rolls off the table and STEVENS crashes and burns through it! Wood chips scatter the ring as the table explodes! The referee waves his arms… no one officially put JASON through the table, and so they’re going to let the match continue! SCYTHE walks back over to DAN FIERCE and tries to pick up the bad ankle, but a straight upper-cut from the champion sends SCYTHE stumbling backwards holding his jaw! DAN gets to his feet and hobbles over to pick up a ladder that was set up against the ropes. He tucks it between his arm like a battering ram...charges forward...and takes connects that ladder the mid-section of SCYTHE! He backs up, charges again, and this time connects with SCYTHE'S face! SCYTHE crumbles to the mat with a distant look in his eyes. He's been busted open from that ladder shot! The first blood of this match has been shed by SCYTHE!

FIERCE drops the ladder and walks over to set another table up against the corner. What the hell does DAN have planned here? He walks over and picks up SCYTHE by the head and backs him into one of the corners against the table. He takes a 2nd table and leans it against SCYTHE...who's now sandwiched between two tables in that corner. What the hell is this? DAN FIERCE walks over and picks back up the ladder, tucks it between his arm, again...oh no! He charges forward and slams the ladder into the corner, cracking the table against SCYTHE and causing absolute destruction to the man's body! My god what furocity shown here by the champion! SCYTHE drops to his knees and then to the mat flat on his stomach, holding his mid-section and grimacing in pain! Wait a minute...the fans are reacting to something...JASON STEVENS has come up behind DAN FIERCE with a chair! FIERCE doesn't see him!! He turns around... HE DUCKS!!! DAN DUCKS THE CHAIR SHOT AND STEVENS GOES SPINNING OFF BALANCE! He turns around in time to see DAN FIERCE’s foot rocketing towards his face… SUPER KICK!! DAN KICKS JASON IN THE JAW, AND THE FORMER OWNER IS NOY SPRAWLED OUT ACROSS THE TABLE!!! What a kick by DAN! Seeing the opportunity before him, DAN grabs the ladder and hastily sets it up, beginning to climb one side just as SCYTHE notices what's going on and rushes up the other… the two men reach the top of the ladder together, firing right and left hand furiously, trying to knock the other back to the canvas so that they can put STEVENS through the table. Suddenly, DAN catches SCYTHE with a stiff right hand that sends the young star reeling. SCYTHE wavers atop the ladder for a moment as DAN grins, seeing his opportunity, then he winds up and drills SCYTHE right in the nose… NO!!! SCYTHE IS FALLING THE WRONG WAY!!! HE SHIFTED HIS WEIGHT AND FELL ONTO JASON STEVENS!!!

CRRRRRRRRRAAAAASSSSHHHHHHH!!!

WINNER AND NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION:

MY GOD!!! SCYTHE WINS THE MATCH, BUT DAN FIERCE IS IN SHOCK!!! He's the one that got STEVENS on the table, he's the one that set up the ladder, he's even the one that knocked SCYTHE and STEVENS through the table... and yet he's losing his title tonight after a one month reign! How is this even possible!?!? SCYTHE climbs to his feet, pulling a shard of broken wood from his shoulder as the referee rushes over to him with the UNITED STATES title. He holds the title high, then slings it over his shoulder and quickly exits the ring, eying DAN FIERCE the entire time... but the now former champion hardly moves, and just watches the belt move farther and farther away from him.

SCYTHE finally reaches the top of the ramp, throwing the belt high over his head to the cheers and jeers of the crowd, then he turns to make his way behind the curtains, when DAN finally calls out from his perch atop the ladder.

DAN: We're not finished here, pumpkin.

The crowd cheers loudly, and DAN grins at SCYTHE, who simply nods his head and disappears backstage as camera fades to black, a triple screen effect showing the title over SCYTHE's shoulder, the smile on DAN'S face, and the unconscious and and bleeding body of JASON STEVENS.

The camera opens up backstage where STEVE SAYORS is seen yet again, standing with an XWF superstar. His grin is too big for his face, as he’s probably never had this much air time on a show before, and he promptly jumps right into the interview with the one and only… ROXY NOVA.

SAYORS: No, do not adjust your television sets… it’s true, somehow I still work here. Seriously, I have credentials and everything. Anyways, I’m standing here with former HART, WOMEN'S and TAG TEAM CHAMPION, ROXY NOVA. Now, ROXY… we haven’t seen you in an XWF ring since the “X” pay per view, where you teamed up with MIA and JAMES, as well as surprising partner, RAGE, to defeat the (UN)STABLE. What brings you back now after such a long absence?

ROXY glares at him disapprovingly.

ROXY: Do you pay attention, at all? I really thought this was obvious. I’m back for BRIAN CADY, and that's pretty much it. I don’t care about another undefeated streak, I don’t care about title belts or making another run with THE PROPHECY. I just want to shut that douche bag up for once in his life.

SAYORS nods his head slowly.

SAYORS: Of course, now for those who may have missed it, would you mind recapping exactly what CADY said or did to enrage you enough to bring you back?

ROXY glowers at STEVE even more, clearly not liking where this interview is going.

ROXY: Please, we both know that there's not a single person watching that doesn’t know what CADY said, you just want to piss me off so that I say something stupid and get you a little more attention when people look this up on YOUTUBE in a couple of days.

SAYORS toes the ground sheepishly.

SAYORS: Or google…

ROXY: Whatever, the fact remains that unless you change the subject this interview is over. CADY knows I’m not happy with him, the fans know I’m not happy with him, and we all know that JAMES will give me whatever I want, and so as soon as I ask him… I’ll get my hands on him.

SAYORS looks at ROXY, clearly tempted to push the envelope and try and get another decent sound byte out of her regarding the new CRUISERWEIGHT champion, but he ultimately decides better of it and changes the subject carelessly.

SAYORS: So, rumor has it that with the weakness of the tag team division, you might be teaming up with CENTURION and chasing the belts again. Any comment?

ROXY: Well, I’m impressed… it took a full three minutes before someone popped that question. No, I’m not going for the tag titles with CENTURION. Hell, I don’t even think CENTURION has any interest in teaming up with any of us anymore. He’s got his title, he and JAMES have drifted apart… it’s not anyones focus right now.

SAYORS nods his head, seemingly on the same page.

SAYORS: Well, MIA is contender to the tag team titles now… any chance that you might side with her, and have a PROPHECY reunion?

ROXY sighs and shakes her head slowly.

ROXY: Just rewind the tape and play all my old answers. I don’t want the tag belt, THE PROPHECY isn’t back, and I’m focused on one thing… CADY. We’re done here.

ROXY storms off the set, clearly frustrated by that massive waste of time, and SAYORS looks disappointed as his fifteen minutes of fame finally come to an end, and we return to the ring.

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- - NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS "STOCKINGS AND LADDERS" MATCH - -
- - SEVERAL STOCKINGS ARE HANGING OVER THE RING, ALL EMPTY EXCEPT TWO, WHICH HOLD THE CONTENDERSHIP CONTRACTS TO THE TWO TITLES. THE COMPETITORS MUST CLIMB THE LADDERS, AND OPEN THE STOCKINGS UNTIL THEY FIND ONE OF THE WINNERS. IF THEY OPEN A LOSING STOCKING, THE MATCH CONTINUES - -
- - 2 RP Limit - -

FAMINE OF THE VILE and DANTE ANGLAIS stand opposing each other in the ring as this battle between two of the XWF’s darkest star begins with the sound of the bell. The former partners turned enemies immediately approach each other and get nose to nose, neither man looking in the least bit intimidated by there opponent. They exchange a few words before both take a step back and the two simultaneously fire off with a hard right hand. The two behemoths begin exchanging fisticuffs and are literally brawling it out for the early advantage when FAMINE uses his ring presence to double under a big right hand from DANTE and use his momentum to bounce off the ring ropes and take ANGLAIS down with a big running forearm smash. FAMINE lifts his arms above his head in a rather cocky manner as he pulls DANTE too his feet by the hair and tosses him into the corner before pounding him down with even more stiff punches to the face and jaw of the former United States Champion. FAMINE lifts his knee high up in the air and drives it straight into the chest of DANTE ANGLAIS, pressing down on his ribcage before grabbing him by the throat and choking him out. DANTE struggles in the hold, trying to push FAMINE away but FAMINE seems relentless and refuses to let go, even lifting DANTE into the air by throat and setting him on the top rope before catching him with another hard right hand, sending him crashing down to the outside already!! FAMINE smiles as he climbs out of the ring and down the ring steps too the concrete as DANTE tries to push himself up too his feet and catch his breath at the same time but FAMINE is quick to kick DANTE square in the back. FAMINE now pulls DANTE up and drags him across to the announcers table before slamming his face straight into the wooden top. DANTE stumbles back towards the ring and steps past the ring post, walking down by the side of the ring to try and get away from the ruthless FAMINE OF THE VILE but FAMINE won’t give him a moment to breath as he quickly runs up behind DANTE and attempts to throw him, face first, into the steel ring post but this time DANTE is more than ready and counters it, sending FAMINE crashing into the steel instead! DANTE finally takes a moment to rest after that early onslaught thanks to some smart thinking and good awareness as he sits at the side of the ring. DANTE lifts the ring apron and searches beneath the ring before pulling out a long rung of dark green tinsel which he takes over towards FAMINE, wrapping it around his throat and choking the life out of him!! DANTE’s trying to get redemption on FAMINE’S quick attack by choking him out!! DANTE quickly lets go and allows FAMINE to slump down to the matting on the outside as DANTE steps back eyes up his opponent before charging at him, catching him full in the face with a running dropkick. DANTE pulls himself up using the guardrail smiles at his early dirty work before picking FAMINE up and rolling him back into the ring.

DANTE climbs too his feet and slowly heaves FAMINE up as well before booting him in the gut and catching him with a hard right hand before setting him up and dropping him down to the mat with a Powerbomb. FAMINE crashes off the canvas as DANTE steps back and drops down too the mat before rolling out of the ring again, this time, retrieving a Ladder for the first time. DANTE shoves the ladder into the ring but stops short of the ring, ducking back under the apron again and pulling out a steel chair this time around. DANTE now climbs back into the ring with the steel chair in hand before dropping the chair over in the corner and lifting the ladder up. DANTE leans the ladder up in the corner with the help of turnbuckle, ready for FAMINE to crash, back first, into. DANTE just smiles as he lifts FAMINE too his feet and shoves him back into the opposite corner, quickly pummelling him with several hard right hands before attempting an Irish Whip but FAMINE manages to reverse it and sends DANTE crashing into the ladder instead!! The impact is sickening as DANTE bounces back off the steel and into a FAMINE back-body drop which also bounces DANTE off the mat only for him to be greeted by a FAMINE clothesline but that’s still not enough. DANTE is back too his feet quickly again but is soon put down again, this time by the big boot of FAMINE OF THE VILE. FAMINE steps over to the corner and picks up the solid steel chair that DANTE just brought into the ring and he looks at it with a glazed, far away look in his eyes. FAMINE slams the chair off the canvas several times before waiting as DANTE climbs too his feet before winding it up and slamming it straight into DANTE’S face, almost cleaning his clock with it!! FAMINE tosses the chair down onto the mat as DANTE rolls around in pain on the mat and FAMINE picks the ladder up off the mat before setting it up in the middle of the ring and beginning to climb it. FAMINE climbs, rung by rung, getting ever closer to a title shot but DANTE is aware of it and barely manages to get too his feet and grab FAMINE’S left boot, holding him down and stopping him from climbing any further up the ladder. DANTE climbs up a rung or two and grabs FAMINE’S right boot and pulls him down onto his own shoulders, lifting him clean off the ladder in an Electric Chair position... OH!! DANTE just dropped FAMINE across the top rope with a hangman-type move! FAMINE bounces off the top rope and turns into a boot from DANTE who quickly lifts FAMINE high into the air before dropping him, head first, down to the mat with the Cr8 Chaos!! It’s now DANTE who is eyeing up the prizes on offer, quickly jumping onto the first few rungs of the ladder himself. He’s far slower at climbing the ladder than FAMINE was, still slightly shaken from that steel chair shot, DANTE slowly pulls himself up towards the top of the ladder but his inability to move at a faster pace costs him as FAMINE is given the time to recover. FAMINE is now too his feet and doesn’t waste a beat as he grabs DANTE up and drops him down too the mat in a sit-down powerbomb. FAMINE climbs up too his feet and shakes the cobwebs loose before heaving DANTE up too his feet but DANTE manages to counter the move and sends FAMINE down into the steel chair via a drop-toe-hold!! DANTE now grabs the ladder as FAMINE climbs too his feet and he throws it flush into FAMINE’S face, sending FAMINE straight back down to the mat with a ringing in his ears. Unfortunately for DANTE, the impact with FAMINE’S face sent the ladder crashing down to the outside of the ring!!

DANTE looks out at the ladder on the floor but decides too make sure FAMINE’S out first before attempting to try and claim the victory again. DANTE pulls FAMINE up too his feet but FAMINE is slightly prepared and catches DANTE with a right hand. DANTE doesn’t like that and nails FAMINE with a big right of his own and we’re back to square one, where this match begun; a slugfest. FAMINE and DANTE continue exchanging punches until FAMINE tries to take the initiative and bounces himself off the ring ropes but, as FAMINE comes back off the ropes, DANTE takes him down in a big whiplash powerslam. DANTE just gets too his feet, stands there and watches over FAMINE as he begins to climb too his feet, DANTE launches himself off the ropes. FAMINE ducks under the attempted DANTE clothesline and hits the Devil’s Spike!! DANTE is down and FAMINE goes for a cover but the referee is very quick too remind him that pin-falls don’t count in this match and that, to win, he must climb the ladder and retrieve the right stocking. FAMINE just shakes his head and rolls out of the ring before grabbing the ladder from earlier on in the match and sliding it back into the ring and climbing in himself. FAMINE lifts the ladder and sets it up in the corner before positioning it underneath the two stockings, somewhere in the middle. FAMINE looks up at both stockings, seemingly deciding which one to go after in his mind before he begins climbing the ladder but he’s hardly a third of the way up when DANTE springs into action, pulls him down off the ladder and chucks him shoulder first into the steel ring post. DANTE stomps away at FAMINE who’s helpless to defend himself as DANTE pulls FAMINE out from the ropes and sets him up in the corner before nailing him with several hard chops to the throat. DANTE now lifts FAMINE up and sets him up on the top rope before hitting him with a couple more hard right hands for good measure before climbing up to the top rope himself. DANTE hooks FAMINE up and attempts a big time superplex but FAMINE blocks it. DANTE attempts the superplex for the second time but FAMINE blocks it again. FAMINE manages to get in a blow to the side of DANTE and uses all his strength to shove DANTE down off the top rope and down to the concrete floor at ringside. FAMINE OF THE VILE takes a moment or two to catch his bearings before realising that the ladder is still set up in the middle of the ring. FAMINE literally springs himself off the ropes and lands on the ladder!!

HE’S AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!

He’s going to get his pick of stocking!!

DANTE scrambles to his feet, diving back into the ring and rushing over to the ladder, where he climbs the opposite side of the ladder and grabs FAMINE. The two sway back and forth on the ladder for a moment, then the crowd erupts as DANTE sends FAMINE crashing to the mat... ARMAGEDDON DRIVER!!! THE ARMAGEDDON DRIVER OFF OF THE LADDER... BUT FAMINE HAS A STOCKING IN HIS HAND!!! HE PULLED DOWN THE ONE HE WANTED!!! DANTE looks up in shock, then hastily climbs all the way to the top of the ladder, grabbing the only stocking left then looking at FAMINE... SENTON BOMB!!! DANTE flips off the top of the ladder, landing hard on the stomach and torso of FAMINE OF THE VILE, nearly snapping him in half! Neither man moves, but DANTE is draped over FAMINE'S body... the referee is going to count it as a pin fall! He drops to his knees and begins the count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

WINNER:

DANTE ANGLAIS has won the match, but I'm sure that doesn't mean much, as whats really important is which man holds the winning stocking in their hand. The referee helps DANTE to his feet, pulling him over to the corner where he slowly stands up and looks at his own stocking, then back at FAMINE. Does he have the winner, or will his victory be bitter sweet and leave him in the WORLD division? FAMINE slowly sits up, and looks at DANTE, but DANTE just motions for FAMINE to open his stocking first, and slowly but surely, FAMINE does. He opens the top, pulling out a small envelope, and he slowly breaks the seal. He pulls out a small piece of paper, revealing:
























#1 Contender to WORLD TITLE