Long Beach, California January 14, 2010
ANARCHY: CRISIS The show opens with a shot of the crowd inside the Walter Pyramid, blue and white pyro shooting form the stage as the Anarchy theme blares through the arena. We cut to different signs in the crowd: RHIANNON: Well, the boss himself… did I do something wrong? And did you like it? She flirts openly wit JAMES, who grins in return, but looks slightly uncomfortable, as if he’s not sure whether she expects him to return the gesture, but he shakes it off and moves on with what he came in for. JAMES: I never got a chance to say anything to you after our match last week. Thanks for helping out, those guys weren’t doing anything but wasting my time and my payroll. RHIANNON continues to stare at JAMES, the same sly smile on her face. Finally, she shrugs her shoulders. RHIANNON: No problem, it was fun. Plus, I’m a little flustered that you even picked me in the first place. JAMES: Flustered? RHIANNON: Well… what can I say… when the boss gets topless and sweaty and asks you to wrestle with him, it’s a bit of a treat if you get what I’m saying… not to mention that you have a girlfriend on the roster that you could have picked. JAMES looks uncomfortably around, as if expecting to see someone spying on him or something, as if it were a test. Finally, he just grins again and diplomatically answers. JAMES: Well, it wasn’t about that… MIA has established herself already, and she’s got the exposure she needs. If I was clearing the early and mid card, I wanted to take someone who deserved a little more attention and give it to them. RHIANNON looks at JAMES, a playfully hurt expression on her face. RHIANNON: So it had nothing to do with you wanting to get a little bit closer to me? JAMES pauses. JAMES: I wouldn’t say nothing… The full-on smile returns to RHIANNON’s face. RHIANNON: Please… you’ll make me blush. Now, I have to ask… with “Jobberpalooza” over, are you and I finished? I was kind of enjoying it, I hoped it would last a bit longer. JAMES: That’s what she said… RHIANNON nods her head, then shrugs and bites her lip seductively, and JAMES realizes that his “joke” may have been exactly the way RHIANNON intended that comment to be taken. JAMES: Oh… wow… well, I don’t think we’re finished yet. Don’t worry, you’ll have an a\excuse to see more of me I’m sure… RHIANNON smiles again. RHIANNON: Every girls dream. Now how do we celebrate the win last week? JAMES is quiet for a moment, with what are sure to be several dirty thoughts running through his head… but he manages to contain himself, and just shrug his shoulders. Suddenly, RHIANNON throws her arms around him, jumping into the air and landing in his arms. The two stand still for a moment, RHIANNON hugging JAMES tightly and JAMES standing in surprise, not sure how to react. Finally, RHIANNON climbs out of JAMES arms, and the two smile at each other as JAMES turns to leave. RHIANNON: Think we can do something next week? JAMES: I’ll see what I can do. JAMES walks out of the room, and RHIANNON just smiles to herself as the camera shot fades out. FREDDIE JONES VS JERRY ATRICK - “Welcome to the Club” (Standard Match) - With both men in the ring the ref calls for the bell. JERRY swings his right hand wildly, but JONES ducks and grabs JERRY by the waist... he lifts him in the air... STALLING SUPLEX!!! JONES makes the cover early! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! OH MY GOD!!! Is it really over already? In his debut, FREDDIE JONES has destroyed JERRY ATRICK with a single move... was that the shortest match in XWF history? It may have been. JONES climbs to his feet, a wide smile on his face as he throws up his arms and basks in the mixed crowd reaction. Love him or hate him, it's a dominant debut... if you can even really call it a debut. After the Massacre we just saw, it'll be great to see what the young F-R-E-D-D-I-E, not F-R-E-D-D-Y JONES can do against a more... "legitimate" opponent.
The fans in the arena cheer as "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage begins to play as FAMINE OF THE VILE makes his way down to ringside with none other than SCOTT YOUNG at his side. Scott is wearing a slick Armani suit and some shades as he smiles at the crowd while FAMINE remains serious. The fans are on their feet as the Demon King walks down to the ring with a purpose. He gets in the ring followed by SCOTT YOUNG and asks for a mic as the music dies down.
FAMINE: Last week, I decided to take the night off since RAGE wasn’t here. And I now regret doing so because the current XWF Champ KIERAN KING has the balls to call me out. ME! Nobody calls me out. EVER! Let’s not waste any time so I can say what I have to say before my match later tonight.
SCOTT takes the mic from his cutting him off
SCOTT: Sorry FAMINE, don’t mean to cut you off but let me handle this. KIERAN KING….Before you, and before everyone in this arena stands a man who by now should be known worldwide as one of the greatest XWF superstars alive today. This is a man whom you need to respect. He paved the way for punks like you. Every time you lace your boots you should pay homage to one of the men who made it possible for you to walk down to this ring and wear that belt you will lose in a matter of time.
The crowd boos SCOTT YOUNG as he just waves them to quiet down.
SCOTT: Hang on you fucking ingrates! I was trying to get to a point so don’t cut me…….
Suddenly, "The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies" by Faith No More begins to play as World Champion KIERAN KING makes his way out to the arena. The champ looks at the crowd who are on their feet and he then begins to make his way down to ringside. FAMINE does not take his eyes off of him as he enters the ring.
KIERAN: Shouldn’t a man your age be getting ready to watch Murder She Wrote or Matlock or something?
SCOTT: Why don’t you….
KIERAN: I was talking to FAMINE not you Kojak. So why don’t you hand the mic over to him?
SCOTT gets in KIERAN’S face but then backs off and hands the mic to FAMINE.
FAMINE: Listen kid. You may be a young up and coming rookie with a major title around your waist right now but that is going to come to an end sooner than you think. I’m not going to wait until Snow Job to take that title from you.
KIERAN: Well shit, if you’re feeling froggy why don’t you go ahead and make the jump right now? I promise you I’ll leave you and your boy here in a pool of your own blood.
FAMINE then gets into KIERAN’S face.
FAMINE: Let’s get something clear right here, right now KING. Tonight, I am in the main event. Taking on some sorry ass kid who cries in the corner and cuts himself. If it was up to me I’d scrap that match and take you on.
The crowd cheers
FAMINE: BUT. Since I don’t book the matches, that’s not going to happen tonight. But get something straight right now kid. Just because you’re young and talented, doesn’t mean you’re the best. You’re only the best after you’ve been here long enough to know WHAT the best is. You're just another hot shot kid who's been lucky so far. But that luck is about to run out. Your ride has stopped at the doorway to hell. And guess who the doorman is? That's right son. ME! And i'm going to open those doors and give you your one way ticket to the place I like to call home.
KIERAN: Well, it's nice to be invited but it won't be a long stay. You see FAMINE, I don't care what you say or TRY to do. Because to me it's nothing but the ramblings of an old and crazy man who think's he's the baddest thing alive today. What you NEED to do is put your money where your mouth is and prove you've got what it takes.
FAMINE: Oh trust me KIERAN. At Snow Job, not only will I take that World Title from you. But I am going to humiliate you and show you and the rest of the world that FAMINE OF THE VILE is the toughest son of a bitch alive today! And as far as having what it takes......
BOOM! FAMINE rocks KIERAN with a right hand to the jaw. KIERAN drops the title and both men are now going at it. SCOTT tries to pull FAMINE back but he's shoved by both men as they continue their slugfest! Suddenly security and XWF staff run out to the ring to break it up. Both men continue to fight as security now separates them. But both men fight through security and try to keep the fight going. Eventually they are stopped as FAMINE and SCOTT are taken out of the ring. KIERAN tries to push through but security overpowers him and he remains in the ring yelling as FAMINE and SCOTT walk up the ramp and FAMINE yells back. My god this is sure to be one for the ages. Snow Job is two weeks away. Will FAMINE be able to knock the rookie champion off the top of the mountain and regain the title for the second time?
JAMES: Hey, kid... what's your name? The young employee opens his mouth to speak, but before he can spit a single word out, JAMES cuts him off and continues speaking. JAMES: How cute, you thought I was serious? I don't care about any of you, true story... you'll learn that. Do you know who BIG SHANK is? The young man opens his mouth, but JAMES stops him once more. JAMES: No talky-talky, didn't we just go over that? Now do you know BIG SHANK, or not? The young man nods his head in affirmation, and JAMES grins, motioning to the plate of food. JAMES: Good, he was just here and forgot his plate. Can you bring it to him? We can't have our UNIVERSAL CHAMPION going hungry, can we? He picks up the plate and thrusts it into the young mans hand, but the young man in the headset doesn't move. He just stands, nervous and rooted to the spot in terror. JAMES stares at him in amusement, then waves his arms frantically and points down the hallway, shouting loudly. JAMES: GO!!! The young man takes off, disappearing down the corridor with the bagel in hand, as JAMES watches, stifling laughter the entire time. As the stage hand turns the corner, JAMES shakes his head and turns around, only to be met by someone he had more than likely hoped to avoid... RAGE. The two stand face to face, neither saying a word, until finally RAGE hisses through clenched teeth. RAGE: We need to talk... JAMES: You need mouthwash... JAMES tries to force his way past RAGE and down the hallway, but the former WORLD CHAMPION and LORD OF THE RING WINNER steps in front of him, blocking his path. JAMES tries his best to look tough, but its clear that he's a little nervous about the entire confrontation. JAMES: Get the fuck out of my way. RAGE: We need to talk... JAMES: About what? Your penis envy? I know ROXY is hung like a horse, but thats no reason to get jealous and act like Kanye West when he's drunk off his ass... and yes, there is a difference between him drunk and sober, albeit a very, very small one. RAGE stares at JAMES, not cracking a smile or showing any signs of breaking his intensity. The grin fades from JAMES' face as he stares at his former rival, all business. JAMES: Fine, you need to talk? Then talk... RAGE: What the hell is that shit that you pulled at XMAS XTREME? I had SHANK beat, and you know that... the referee knew it, SPICE ONE knew it, BIG SHANK knew it... the whole damned arena knew it. Yet in your infinite wisdom, you overruled the decision and allowed SHANK to keep the title? I don't just deserve an explanation JAMES, I demand one. JAMES looks at his nemesis, silent and motionless for nearly half a minute before finally speaking, his voice low and barely above a whisper, yet determined. JAMES: I did what had to be done. I did what was in my power. I did what the XWF needed me to do... RAGE: What the hell is that even supposed to mean? You did what had to be done? I thought we buried our hatchet RAVEN, I teamed up with you at "X" to help ensure your victory, I returned as THE PHANTOM to be your guardian angel when you needed one... what the fuck have I done to deserve the backstabbing? JAMES is again quiet before answering. JAMES: You know damn well, you brought the ROAD CREW back. RAGE, you have an entire fucking group focused on tearing down management, shattering this company and remaking it in your own image of what it should be. How the hell do you expect me to let you take the highest position of power outside of myself? I know you’re slow RAGE, but damn… RAGE: So what the hell are you telling me JAMES, that you screwed me to protect the XWF? That I was the big bad wolf that was here to blow your fed down? JAMES stares blankly ahead, then slowly nods his head. JAMES: That’s exactly what I’m saying. I don’t particularly like SHANK, but while he’s annoying and retarded, he’s not here to destroy everything that I’m trying to build back up. Is that understood? So bitch if you want to, cry if you want to, get the ROAD CREW to throw their little temper tantrum… but HUNTER is gone, I’ve released DAN FIERCE, and BRIAN CADY wants nothing to do with you. So if right now, you want to go to war over this… who the hell do you have? RAGE allows a small sneer to appear on his face, then raises his eyebrows. RAGE: I’ve got enough… Suddenly, running up behind JAMES is THE CONFESSOR, a steel chair in hand as he brings it crashing down on RAVEN’s skull, dropping him to the floor. RAVEN tries to lift his arms and protect himself, but RAGE and THE CONFESSOR continue to stomp him down. RAVEN throws a wild right hand but doesn’t connect, and he’s met with a knee to the jaw courtesy of his former (and seemingly current) rival, knocking him flat on his back as RAGE and CONFESSOR slowly back up and stare at him. RAGE: Is this really what you wanted, JAMES? Is this really what’s best for the XWF? Fine, keep your damned title, do what you can to kill the ROAD CREW… but I’m not going anywhere, and you just awakened the beast! RAGE and THE CONFESSOR turn to leave, making their way a few yards down the hall when suddenly they’re stopped by the sound of JAMES’ laughter. It’s quiet at first, but slowly it grows louder and stronger until it’s a full out bellow. The TAG TEAM Champions stop and slowly turn around… just in time to see RAVEN clutching the edge of the table and pulling himself to his feet, spitting a small mouthful of blood to the floor as he continues to laugh. JAMES: I’ve missed this RAGE… I do something smart, you attack me, and then I embarrass you in the ring and look all the better in the end. It’s been a while since we did the song and dance, hasn’t it? See, the difference this time though, is that you don’t have JON watching your back, because I hold every card in the FUCKING deck… maybe I’ve awakened the beast, but you’ve just enraged a God. Those two tag titles you see around your waists when you make your ways to the ring? Consider them fucking gone… You two were terrible champions anyways. CONFESSOR over here? The last man in the damned company willing to watch your back? Well, he can make his way to the unemployment line with DAN and HUNTER… he has no place here anymore. You RAGE? Well, I’d love to fire you, I really would… especially after this shit. However, there’s something I’d like a little bit more… to kick your ass one more time. So, this month at SNOW JOB, we’ll see RAGE vs. RAVEN, round 10. If you lose… ha, well… let’s just say you won’t have a place here anymore either. RAGE and THE CONFESSOR stare at RAVEN, almost in shock. Neither of them believed the boss would go as far as to threaten (or in CONFESSORS case, end) their careers. RAGE takes a step towards the bloody RAVEN, a glare in his eyes. RAGE: How fucking dare you… You started this entire thing by handing SHANK a title he didn’t deserve, and while I got the short end of the stick at XMAS XTREME, I’m also the one who gets the shaft at SNOW JOB? Go fuck yourself, JAMES. You fire every single ally I have, and turn your back on me when I thought we had finally moved past the anger… what makes you think I even want to stay here anymore? I came back to win LORD OF THE RING, and I did… I have nothing left to prove. RAGE turns around, ready to walk out of an XWF arena for the final time, but JAMES stops him once more. JAMES: Fine, but if you walk out that door... YOU'RE DONE!!! Your career here is OVER!!! RAGE and CONFESSOR don’t listen, and quickly the two of them reach the door in question. There's a small hesitation, then they push the door open and walk through it, leaving JAMES alone and furious. Has RAGE just walked out on the XWF?
We quickly cut to the back, where we find SCYTHE getting ready for his match later tonight. Suddenly, a voice calls out to him from the distance. ???: Hey, SCYTHE! The US Champion turns around to see LEGION with a smile on his face. SCYTHE: What do you want, LEGION? LEGION: First of all, great job on winning the title at X-Mas X-Treme, my man. I think it’s great that the face of this company is really changing. SCYTHE merely glares at LEGION, who now becomes more nervous. LEGION: Anyways, the reason I came to talk to you is this. He pulls out a small white envelope, handing it to SCYTHE. LEGION: This is an invitation to something bigger, my friend. This is a call to action, to…chaos. SCYTHE snatches the envelope from LEGION, who jumps back slightly. LEGION: I want you to think about it, and get back to me next week, okay? Okay. Talk to you later, SCYTHEY. LEGION rushes away from the champ, who opens the envelope to reveal a message: THERE WILL BE…CHAOS What has SCYTHE just been invited to, exactly? We’ll find out next week, but we now cut to commercial. (COMMERCIAL: SNOW JOB IS COMING SOON!) We return from commercial to find ALEX KARRS already in the ring, waiting for ROXY NOVA! ROXY NOVA VS ALEX KARRS - “Chasing Roxy” Match - ROXY’s music begans playing, but ROXY is nowhere to be seen! The ref begins the count: 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10! The ref calls for the bell, to the disappointment of KARRS! WINNER (BY COUNTOUT): ALEX KARRS Because of the predetermined stipulations, KARRS will NOT be going out on a date with ROXY NOVA! The crowd boos, expecting more of a match as we cut to the back. We find guest GM LEGION going over some paperwork when a couple of young African American men and a woman step up to his desk. LEGION looks up from his paperwork and a look of pure dread grows on his face. LEGION: Oh dear, it’s worse than I thought. LEGION reaches towards his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. He takes out a $20 dollar and holds it out, his hand shaking in fear. LEGION: Here, this is all I ha— The woman glares at LEGION, shaking his head. Woman: That is NOT why we’re here, Mr. LEGION. LEGION lets out a sigh of relief as he quickly puts the money back in his wallet, and his wallet back in his pocket. LEGION: Oh, good. I need money for dinner later. Anyways, how may I help you? The woman points to the two men standing beside her, a smile on her face. Woman: My name is OLIVIA FOX, and these men are TERRELL ODOM and RYAN BLACK, two members of the greatest new stable to sign with the XWF, the K.I.A. LEGION looks at ODOM, then at BLACK, and then at FOX again. LEGION: I used to drive a Kia. ODOM and BLACK look at each other in confusion, when a third man walks up. FOX turns around to see the man, pointing at him. FOX: And this is EMMANUEL JACKSON. LEGION, the K.I.A. stands for KINGSHIP IN ARBITRARY, and— LEGION raises his hands, shaking his head. LEGION: Wait, time out. KINGSHIP IN ARBITRARY? What the frick is that even supposed to mean? Why can’t you guys have a normal stable name, like the HORSEMEN—or the BLACK ORD— The three men glare at LEGION, who winces as if in pain. LEGION: Never mind, KINGSHIP IN ARBITRARY it is then. Well, I can’t really help you guys out, as I’m not the real boss around here. I’ll tell you what, though; go talk to JAMES RAVEN, and I’m sure he’ll— Suddenly a voice calls from outside the office. ???: Well look who finally showed up. The K.I.A. turn around to see BRIAN CADY, who stares each of them down. The K.I.A. step closer to CADY before LEGION walks between them, holding his hands up. LEGION: Now now, gentlemen. If you guys have ‘beef’ with each other, or whatever you crazy kids call it these days, it’ll have to wait until next week. I can’t have our top stars OR our up and coming talent injured without benefiting ticket sales. Settle your crap in the ring, not in an office. LEGION motions to the door, looking at the K.I.A. LEGION: Gentlemen, I look forward to seeing you guys debut next week. For now, please leave my office. Thanks much, guys. ODOM leaves, followed by JACKSON, BLACK, and FOX. LEGION looks to make sure they’re far enough away before speaking to CADY, who has a smirk on his face. LEGION: Now, as for you CADY. CADY walks towards LEGION’s desk and LEGION closes the office door, forcing us to cut back to the ring for what will best be labeled “PETER GILMOUR’s Last Rites.” PETER GILMOUR VS BIG SHANK & KIERAN KING - “Put Up Or Shut Up” (Handicap Match) - As the three men prepare to duke it out squash-match style, they’re suddenly interrupted with “Bastards of Young” by The Replacements and the entrance of none other than the man KIERAN defeated in the X-Mas X-Treme Pay-Per-View for the World Championship… DAVEY DUNHAM struts out fully-clad in his black business suit. He’s got a microphone in his right hand, and as he swaggers down the ramp loosening up his tie, he points a finger at KIERAN with a spiteful look in his eye. The bell sounds and the match gets underway. PETER GILMOUR and THE BIG SHANK hook up. PETER whips SHANK into the ropes and throws him up for a body slam. KIERAN and DAVEY are going at it verbally outside of the ring. It looks like KIERAN’S telling DAVEY he shouldn’t be here because business between them is done. DAVEY’S laughing at KING, not taking anything he says seriously. Back in the ring, SHANK’S got PETER in the corner and he’s wailing away on him with rights and lefts. SHANK whips him diagonally into the opposite turnbuckle and charges him with a clothesline, but PETER counters with a boot to SHANK’S face. We see DUNHAM clapping half-heartedly for PETER from on the outside, still arguing with KIERAN about where everyone should be and where DAVEY SHOULDN’T be. PETER grapples with SHANK and sets him up for the Brainbuster, but SHANK slides off PETER’S shoulders and lands behind him. SHANK whips PETER around and then into the ropes. SHANK charges over to the opposing ropes and they collide in the middle with SHANK giving GILMOUR a SPEAR! DAVEY DUNAM: Look, man. I’m just here to speak a few words, then I’ll leave you to be sworn in on your Hypocrite Oath. That’s right, bubs. I’m calling YOU a hypocrite. On the microphone, DAVEY tries to reason with KIERAN, but KING’S still fuming. Slightly. If anything, he thinks this is kind of comical. DAVEY’S wasting his breath here. In the ring, the action’s still going on between SHANK and PETER. SHANK doesn’t really seem to mind that his “partner” is being distracted because he’s got PETER handled just fine. DAVEY DUNHAM: You called me out for the quote-unquote “four-on-one” at the pay-per-view, but now it would seem the shoe’s on the other foot, KIERAN. Two-on-one against PETER GILMOUR is WORSE than a four-on-one with KIERAN KING. Least of all, the TWO is comprised of the two top champions in the Xtreme Wrestling Federation! Did I use my numbers advantage against you, KIERAN? Nope. And you don’t seem too concerned that this match is--dare I say it, a complete hoax! It’s a HATE match, KIERAN. LEGION gets the least bit of power under his belt and he takes his aggressions out on somebody he doesn’t like. So typical. It appears SHANK’S going to attempt the Powerbomb on PETER. GILMOUR’S head is tucked between SHANK’S legs and SHANK lifts him up. Keep in mind, folks--PETER’S not as small as he sounds. SHANK successfully pulls off the Powerbomb and he sweeps up PETER’S leg for a pin. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! DAVEY DUNHAM: Do you know WHY this is a two-on-one handicap match, KIERAN? It’s because it’s not a TAG MATCH! I requested I be right there alongside PETER. Why? So I could get my hands on our “illustrious” World Champion, of course! But that didn’t sit well with LEGION’S intentions, and now we’re stuck watching this…. this slaughter-fest! I know who you are, KIERAN. These people might not see it yet, but I can assure you… I know. And you know what else I know? I know you’re not fit to carry that title. As a matter of fact, as of the pay-per-view, neither one of us were fit to hold it. I guess it’s true what they say, KIERAN. Pick the lesser of the two evils, that’s the best you can do. Problem is, I don’t settle for mediocrity. And if you want a reminder of your ever-so-recent hospital stay, you’ll tell me right now we’ll be facing off again. There’s no POLO BROTHERS here, KING. It’s you and me. I want my damn rematch. I don’t CARE if the World Title is up for grabs. I just want you… in the ring… one-on-one. That way, you get to shut me up once and for all, and I… can put YOU… away. PETER’S got SHANK held up for a stalling Suplex of sorts. He nails it and then makes a cover of his own, but SHANK kicks out after barely a one count. DAVEY DUNHAM: Now I’ll leave you to your advantage match, but I want you to get back to me real soon regarding my little request. Keep in mind that the sooner you do, the better. I can be one persistent little bastard, KIERAN. Don’t test me. DAVEY drops the microphone, gives KING a disgusted look, then turns and walks back up the ramp and out of the ringside area. KIERAN shakes his head as if to say, “WTF is that guy on?” KING charges into the ring and whips PETER around and begins throwing right hands at him. SHANK grabs one of PETER’S arms, KIERAN’S got the other, and they whip him into the ropes. PETER holds on to the ropes for dear life, and as the two men storm him, trying to connect with a double clothesline, PETER flips himself out of the ring to the outside. BUT KIERAN THROWS HIMSELF OVER THE ROPES AND LAYS PETER OUT WITH A FLYING CROSSBODY! KIERAN’S quick to scoop PETER up and he rolls him back into the ring where SHANK’S waiting to deliver the SHANKSTOPPER… Can he hit it? HE DOES! SHANK falls down on PETER and the referee counts it. ONE… …TWO!… KICKOUT! OH, MY GOD! PETER JUST SAVED HIMSELF! He’s actually ASKING to be beaten some more like a ginger, folks! KIERAN positions himself for the CROWNING ACHIEVE, AND HE HITS IT! PETER GILMOUR GOT OWNED WITH THAT ONE! Now the question is, which one’s going to make the cover? KING decides it’s his turn to make the cover, but as he does, SHANK piles himself on top of KING! The ref has no choice but to make the count: ONE…TWO…THREE! Both men have just defeated GILMOUR, but we’ll never know who the better man was between them! WINNERS: BIG SHANK & KIERAN KING SHANK quickly makes his way out of the ring, and KING stares at him as we cut to commercial. (COMMERCIAL: XWF MERCHANDISE – BUY SOME, OR LEGION WILL COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND…I DUNNO, DO STUFF TO YOU!) We return from commercial to find TRENT GEIN with THE DIRECTOR outside the Pine Square, waiting for his opponent CENTURION. Suddenly, a stranged masked man walks up to them, a small white envelope in his hand. Man: Are you TRENT GEIN? TRENT looks at THE DIRECTOR and then at the man, nodding his head. The man hands GEIN the envelope. Man: Your brother wanted me to give this to you. He hopes you’ll accept. TRENT stares at the envelope, not sure what to make of it. GEIN: My brother? The man nods his head. Man: Your brother…LEE GEIN. TRENT looks up from the envelope, but the man has already disappeared! He and THE DIRECTOR look at each other once more before GEIN opens up the envelope, revealing a small red card with a message: LET GO OF YOUR PAST…EMBRACE THE FUTURE LET GO OF THE ORDER…EMBRACE CHAOS Something’s being set up…but does this have anything to do with SCYTHE and LEGION? Speaking of SCYTHE, he is already in the ring as we cut back to the next match! BRIAN CADY VS SCYTHE - “The Test” (X-Treme Rules) - BRIAN CADY and SCYTHE are both in the ring. CADY with a chair already in hand looks over at SCYTHE who doesn't have a weapon at all. CADY looks at his opponent wondering if he's going to get a weapon at all but SCYTHE just stands there looking on and motioning his opponent to come on and fight. CADY comes charging at SCYTHE trying to crush his skull with the chair but SCYTHE moves out of the way and CADY hits the top tope with the chair causing it to bounce off of it and hitting himself in the face. CADY drops the chair and SCYTHE clutches him from behind, performing a beautiful release german suplex! CADY lands on his head and screams out in pain as SCYTHE immediately gets to his feet. Looking to end this early, SCYTHE walks over and grabs CADY by the hair. He tries to lift him up for a falling powerbomb but CADY manages to reverse it and hits a hurricanrana that sends SCYTHE to the outside of the ring. As CADY shakes the cobwebs out, SCYTHE is on the outside getting to his feet. You can see in his eyes that he is not happy and tries to get back in the ring. CADY rushes toward him and tries to hit a baseball slide only to have SCYTHE grab him and sove him against the ring back first! CADY grabs his back and goes down to one knee as SCYTHE now goes under the ring and brings out a table. He tosses it inside the ring and then heads in himself. In the ring he sets the table up right in the middle of the ring as he then heads back outside to grab CADY. Out of nowhere, CADY levels SCYTHE with a huge chairshot to the face. SCYTHE is down and CADY once again lifts the chair and drops it hard on SCYTHE'S back. CADY drops the chair and looks under the ring for more weapons. He then finds a kendo stick and starts flipping it left and right like some karate expert. Before he can blink, SCYTHE is already on his feet kicking CADY right in the midsection causing him to drop the kendo stick. SCYTHE then tosses CADY into the ring post busting him open. As CADY once again falls to one knee, SCYTHE begins to laugh and then tosses CADY into the ring and then follows right behind him. CADY is bleeding pretty profusely as SCYTHE lifts him by the hair and then grabs him by the throat. He looks at CADY right in the eyes and mouths something to him before he puts him through the table with a huge chokeslam. SCYTHE then covers.....1.......2......What? SCYTHE gets off and stops the count. What the hell is he doing? He had this match won yet he stopped the count. With a deranged look in his eyes, SCYTHE lifts CADY to his feet and begins to laugh. He then lifts CADY up into the Laid To Rest! My god CADY has to be unconscious now. SCYTHE once again covers. 1......2......TH...NO! What the hell is SCYTHE doing? This is the second time he stops the count. He gets to his feet and stands there for a moment, looking down at CADY who is completely out of it. SCYTHE has gone completely insane. What is he trying to do here? He tries lifting CADY up but it seems like CADY really is unconscious. SCYTHE manages to get him to his feet. BOOM!! Final Destination! Will this be it? 1.......2......3!! Mercifully this one is over. SCYTHE gets up and walks over to the corner to ask for a mic. SCYTHE: JAMES RAVEN! Let this be a warning to you. I am tired of being put in matches with guys who aren't worth the time it takes for me to strap my boots. Next week, give me a real challenge, or you can start looking for a new roster! SCYTHE then drops the mic, picks up his title and walks up the ramp as the entire arena is filled with boos. EMT'S are heading to the ring now to check on BRIAN CADY to make sure he's ok. Has SCYTHE lost his mind? WINNER: SCYTHE Suddenly, the lights cut out as the X-Tron flickers to life. We see LEGION standing near the Pine Square, a disappointed look on his face. LEGION: I was on my way to guest ref the Street Fight, when I heard that CADY got his butt whooped. Again. LEGION lets out a heavy sigh, shaking his head some more. LEGION: I booked that match as a test, to see who would go on to become the leader of the reformed HORSEMEN, but frankly, I’ve had a change of heart. CADY, you’re useless. You claim to be a changed man, but at the end of the day, you’ll always be the same sad sack of crap you were before. SCYTHE, on the other hand…there’s a REAL leader for you. So SCYTHE, welcome. SCYTHE shows a sadistic smile in the ring, as LEGION continues. LEGION: And now, for the bigger announcement. I won’t be doing the HORSEMEN, and the reason is, things have changed in the two years I’ve been here, and there is no longer a place for that sort of thing in the XWF. There is, however, a place for something that’s been waiting a little while…Chaos. The crowd goes wild, realizing what’s been going on tonight! LEGION: So, with the help of a buddy of mine, I will be bringing back something that deserves a shot in this company. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back, with everyone’s favorite Crazy Champion as manager…the (UN)STABLE! The camera shifts slightly, revealing THE LUNATIC with a grin on his face. The UN(STABLE) has reformed right here in the XWF, and the first new member is SCYTHE! LEGION: As for you, CADY—I guess you’ll have to deal with the K.I.A. on your own, man. Sorry about your luck. The EMTs bring CADY out of the ring as we cut to the Pine Square itself, where CENTURION is set to defend his X-Treme Title against TRENT GEIN! Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, please stay calm. Everything is alright. We have had a minor power failure, but everything will be taken care of as the generator is fired up momentarily. Until then, for your own safety; I want you all to sit in your seats and... The announcer's microphone shorts out and the emergency lights go out. Within a few seconds, another voice can be heard over the PA system. Voice: Please, stay seated for your own protection. As per usual, there are some measures that need to be taken to maintain your safety and we are currently taking those measures. Until then, sit back, relax and please do.....FEEL THE RAGE! "Woke up this morning" by A3 blasts throughout the arena, as red, white and green strobe lights begin flashing. The audience goes nuts as...
... BIGG RIGG steps out onto the stage for the first time in months! BIGG RIGG lifts both his arms, pyros burst up from the stage behind him. Microphone in hand, BIGG RIGG stands with a grin on his face; looking around at all of his loving fans. The music is turned off after a few seconds and BIGG RIGG stands with mic in hand; waiting for the fans cheers to die down. Within a few minutes, the fans cheers quiet down and BIGG RIGG lifts the microphone to his lips, ready to address everybody. BIGG RIGG: I sat home for the past few months, trying to get my life back on track after fighting with my own demons. It has been a long, dark road and I have stumbled a few times along the path. But I am only human and every single human on earth stumbles along the path of enlightenment. But, those with the largest balls; always make it to the end of the path standing firmly on both feet. I have walked the path of enlightenment and I have made it to the end of the path. And I am here now to tell you all... THE ANGRY ITALIAN IS BACK! The fans go crazy, as chants of "BIGG RIGG" quickly begin. BIGG RIGG: Thank you, it is great to be back. And with returning, comes the question that is undoubtedly on everybody mind right now.....what is your first move RIGG? I will tell you this, my first goal here is to warm myself back up. I need to get myself used to being in the ring once again. That is why, next week on Anarchy I will walk out into that ring and I will await an open challenge. An open challenge or ANYBODY on the XWF roster, or who has ever been on the XWF roster...hell to anybody in the entire frigging world! I will face this willing foe in an anything goes street fight at Snow Job. The crowd pops once again, at the thought of such a great return match. BIGG RIGG: Of course, we all know what my long term goal is. The reason that I am returning to the XWF in the first place......to take what is MINE! Not today, not tomorrow....but someday in the near future; I WILL BECOME THE XWF UNIVERSAL CHAMPION ONCE AGAIN! This time, Jonathyn Brown is nowhere to be seen; so perhaps this run at the title can leave me without such a raw corn hole. I don't think my hemorrhoid could take another Jon Brown screw job. I can picture Jon's retirement even as I speak, he is sitting in a chair on the beach; sipping daiquiri's and watching the attractive women walk around in their bikinis. But, much like the way he ran the XWF; I'm sure Jon chooses to overlook the most beautiful women on the beach that stand looking at him with confidence and go back to his hotel room with one of the less attractive women that will do everything he says. Or maybe, just maybe Jon Brown is just spending all his time as a retired man at his local Baskin-Robbins; I mean....we all know how he loves the "flavor of the month." BIGG RIGG chuckles to himself, as he leans up against the turnbuckle. BIGG RIGG: But enough about Jon Brown. Enough about my future as the Universal champion. I am a believer that we need to concentrate on the present. Next week on Anarchy, I will stand right in this spot and just like all of you; I will wait for my Snow Job opponent to make his way down the ramp, climb into this ring and sign on the dotted line with me. I just wanna say, to whomever excepts this challenge....I am in better shape than I have been in YEARS. I am going to make sure that whomever excepts this challenge knows full well that they will not be stepping into the ring with the watered down version of Bigg Rigg that faced The Big Shank a few months ago. I was lacking motivation and the will to wrestle at that point. Whomever steps into the ring with me at Snow Job, will be stepping into the ring with the one and only KING OF BADA BING! And I guarantee you, my opponent will.....FEEL THE F'N RAGE! "Woke up this morning" by A3 blasts again, as BIGG RIGG celebrates his return with the crowd. The screen fades, as we go to a commercial. CENTURION © VS TRENT GEIN - “Legend VS Legend” Pine Avenue Street Fight (X-Treme Championship Match) - The match starts with a bang, when CENTURION throws GEIN into the theater box office! GEIN’s head bounces off the plexiglass of the window and CENTURION launches a flurry of punches on GEIN, before nailing a vertical suplex onto the concrete! Nearby fans watch in wonder as LEGION shakes the two men, making them come to. GEIN is the first to get up, followed by CENTURION. They exchange punches until GEIN hits a massive lariat on CENTURION, taking the champion back down! GEIN covers the champ, and LEGION makes the count: 1…2…Kickout by the champion! The small crowd is delighted to see CENTURION get back up. GEIN charges at the champ, who hits a drop toe hold on GEIN before locking in an armbar. GEIN fights as hard as he can, finally getting back up to make CENTURION let go. CENTURION gets up, waiting for GEIN to get up when an old homeless man suddenly hits CENTURION with a frying pan! The champ is down, and the homeless man goes for the cover, as LEGION makes the count: 1…2…3! NEW X-TREME CHAMPION: RANDOM HOMELESS MAN LEGION raises the homeless man’s arm, until he brings the man down with an Azula Buster! He shakes CENTURION up, who slowly covers the homeless man as LEGION makes the count: 1…2…3! NEW X-TREME CHAMPION: CENTURION LEGION quickly covers CENTURION himself, providing his own count: 1…2…3! NEW X-TREME CHAMPION: LEGION LEGION has finally “won” the X-Treme Title for a second time, but not for long…TRENT GEIN nails LEGION with a hard left, bringing the “new champion” down before pinning him. He slaps LEGION’s hand to make the count: 1…2…3! NEW X-TREME CHAMPION: TRENT GEIN GEIN raises his hand in victory, avenging his loss to LEGION at the 2008 Snow Job PPV! As LEGION slowly comes to, GEIN turns around…only for CENTURION to land the 1000 Mile Slam! CENTURION covers GEIN, as LEGION slowly, slowly makes the count: 1…2…3! The oddest match in recent history is finally over, and CENTURION barely holds on to the title! YOUR WINNER AND NEW X-TREME CHAMPION: CENTURION CENTURION quickly hops the next bus to avoid being pinned again, as we cut back to the arena. Scene cuts in, backstage as you can see a man in black, or what looks to be a man. Skinny semi-tall looking about six feet. His black pants and black shirt covered with a black sweatshirt. The shirt is familiar as it looks like one of those tuxedo shirts people wear to look cool, but ultimately look retarded. Anyways, digressing, back to the man, he’s scribbling with markers on a plain white wall, as JAMES RAVEN walks pass not really focusing but then stops turning as the camera catches what the man had drawn on the wall. WAW-214-FGRR WE ARE ANONYMOUS YOU DO NOT MATTER EXPECT US ALWAYS RAVEN: What the hell... ANONYMOUS: WE AREN’T LEGION, BUT WE COME IN LEGIONS. EXPECT US MISTER RAVEN, FOREVER MORE. RAVEN: Oh hell no... you two bit excuse for a tagger! ANONYMOUS: WE DO NOT FORGET! WE DO NOT FORGIVE! RAVEN: USE YOUR INSIDE VOICE, PLEASE! Can we just get you shut the hell up for a minute? WHO the hell are you? Let’s start with that... ANONYMOUS: We are ANONYMOUS, expect us! RAVEN just stands and blinks obviously not caring what this loser has to say. RAVEN: SECURITY! See what I did there? I’m Not a Mouse...ť I used my outside voice to call for security, so you can get the FUCK out of the arena, just in case you don’t want to forgive someone else, and don’t know what vandalism is because you tagging on this wall, is in fact a crime. So have fun getting yourself tagged in jail tonight. RAVEN turns around, as Security comes walking up attempting to grab the guy, who’s face is still hidden from the camera. Well until he runs right through security and right pass JAMES RAVEN. RAVEN stops looking at him leaving and then back to Security and then back to the ANONYMOUS running off free. RAVEN: ... thanks bye! The scene fades out to whatever is next for our programming. Who is this ANONYMOUS? Why are they here? Should we really expect them? We quickly cut to commercial. (COMMERCIAL: YOUR FACE!) We return from commercial just in time for the main event! DR EMO and FAMINE OF THE VILE both stand in the ring before the start of the Main Event as the weapon-filled cage slowly lowers around the ring to signal the start of this ‘Apocalypse’ Match. As it sits just 10 feet above the ring, it stops as Dead Star By Muse plays over the PA System and DANTE ANGLAIS makes his way out to the ring with a microphone in his hand too a very mixed reaction from the fans at ringside. DANTE: Don’t worry FAMINE, EMO, I’m not trying to steal the limelight away from the two of you, in fact, I’m here to make this match even BIGGER! I was backstage earlier with the GM for the night, LEGION, and he has given me the green light to get in on this match. No, it’s not going to be a triple threat match; instead, I’m going to take up a new role situated in foreign territory for me. I’m going to be this matches... Special Guest Referee!! DANTE’S the guest referee?!? What the hell? DANTE heads down to the ring, removing his jacket to reveal a referee’s shirt. FAMINE looks shocked and EMO doesn’t really seem to mind as DANTE slides into the ring under the bottom rope. The cell finally lowers itself down to the ground as DANTE signals for the bell and this match is officially under way!! DR EMO Vs. FAMINE OF THE VILE - - Apocalypse Match - - The matches is underway as EMO and FAMINE begin circling each other within the confines of this steel hell. They keep there eyes firmly locked on each other as DANTE looks around at all the weapons hanging down from the roof. EMO and FAMINE slowly approach each other before locking up in the middle of the ring, toiling for the lead, which the bigger and stronger FAMINE OF THE VILE manages to gain by using his power and strength to force the smaller DR EMO back into the corner. FAMINE claps his hands around EMO’S throat and begins to choke him out as DANTE can only watch on since this match has no disqualifications. FAMINE smiles as the color immediately begins to drain from EMO’S face but DANTE takes it upon himself to intercede, pulling FAMINE off of EMO and having a word or two with him. The former Tag partners quickly go nose to nose and are already at odds with each other as FAMINE feels like DANTE is already against him while DANTE argues he wants to try and keep the match on a relatively level playing field early-on. FAMINE just steps away, shaking his head, and heads back across to the still dazed DR EMO and he pulls him out of the corner but EMO counters it with a big right hand. There’s little power in it from the Cruiserweight but it catches FAMINE completely off his guard and allows EMO a quick moment to begin mounting a defensive barrage, catching FAMINE with several hard shots to the gut as well as several stiff kicks to the sides, sending FAMINE reeling, before EMO charges off the ring ropes only to be caught with a huge big boot to the face, sending him crashing straight back down to the mat below. FAMINE’S smile is menacingly evil leans over to look down at his fallen opponent before turning up too look at the array of weapons hanging above the ring. FAMINE reaches up and grabs a ‘Stop’ sign and a Garbage Can before placing the two items down in the ring. FAMINE grabs EMO by the hair and pulls him up before whipping him hard across the ring and catches him, as he comes back off the ropes, with a vicious clothesline that totally flattens EMO. DANTE looks a little worried for EMO but FAMINE doesn’t seem to care as he just laughs at his handy work. FAMINE pushes DANTE aside and pulls DR EMO up too his feet before pushing him back against the ring ropes and nails him with a stiff chop to the chest, driving the air out of EMO’S body. EMO clasps at his now reddened chest as FAMINE lifts him high up into the air and presses him up over his head and drops EMO straight down to the mat with a big Gorilla Press Slam. FAMINE lifts the Garbage Can up off the mat and sets it up in the corner before lifting EMO up too his feet once again and tosses him right across the ring into the Garbage Can, denting it, before pulling EMO out of the corner and booting him in the gut. FAMINE hooks EMO up and slowly lifts him right high up into the air and holds him in position for several moments before dropping him down to the mat with a Stalling Vertical Suplex. FAMINE’S total dominance of the match so far looks set to continue as he lifts EMO up and grabs the ‘Stop’ sign. FAMINE swings for EMO’S head but EMO ducks under the attempt ‘Stop’ sign shot and EMO takes him down with a drop toe hold sending him face first into the steel stop sign! FAMINE bounces straight back too his feet with the ‘Stop’ sign in his hands as EMO leaps up as well and takes FAMINE out with an Enzeguri, kicking the sign straight into FAMINE’S face!! The Sign flies out of FAMINE’S hands as he hits the mat, clasping his face as EMO takes a few moments to regain his bearings after the early beating FAMINE laid down. EMO watches as FAMINE tries to climb too his feet and he begins to stalk his prey before quickly charging the big man and taking him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker that sends FAMINE crashing down to the canvas. EMO climbs up and onto his feet and he raises his arms high up into the air as the crowd cheers his all-action comeback charge. DR EMO walks across to the corner and pulls out the Garbage Can that his head dented earlier in the mat as he winds it up and slams the Can straight down onto the prone FAMINE OF THE VILE. EMO drops the Garbage Can and lifts FAMINE too his feet before walking back into the corner and calls for something big as he runs across the ring and drives his face into the Garbage Can with a big Running Bulldog takedown that completely flattens the metal Can! EMO lays flat out, still breathing heavily after that sudden on-rush off offence as well as the beatdown that FAMINE gave too him to start off the match. DANTE can’t help but smile as he has the pleasure of watching two of his Upper-Card rivals beat the holy crap out of each other. EMO sits up and clutches his chest, still red and sore from FAMINE’S chops, and he pulls himself up using the ring ropes as FAMINE rolls over to the opposite corner. FAMINE pulls himself up in the corner as EMO races towards him and catches him with a hard dropkick straight to the face as FAMINE bounces out of the corner and slowly drops down to the mat and falls back into the corner. EMO steps back with a rather broad grin on his face when he charges towards FAMINE and catches him with the Emotional Rollercoaster, a modified version of the Bronco Buster. EMO climbs too his feet and pulls FAMINE out of the corner by his hair before leaping up into the air and catching him with a huge standing Hurricanrana, following it up with a flurry of stiff right and left hands. EMO leaps up off the mat and lets out a loud roar as if to raise the roof as the fans cheers grow in sound, to an almost deafening extent as FAMINE is now show with a laceration in the middle of his head, slowly seeping blood! FAMINE’S busted wide open!! DR EMO leans back in the corner for a few moments as FAMINE’S face slowly becomes covered in blood as he sits up and tries to get too his feet. EMO is more than willing to give him a hand as he lifts him up and delivers a hard knee to the gut before hooking him up and taking him down in a whiplash DDT. EMO climbs up too his feet and tries to get the fans cheering even louder as he calls for FAMINE to get too his feet. FAMINE slowly but surely complies with EMO’S demand as he climbs too his feet and EMO charges at him but FAMINE ducks under the attempt clothesline as EMO bounces off the opposing ring ropes and is met by a FAMINE OF THE VILE Yakuza Kick, sending EMO flying high up into the air and face first down onto the cold, hard canvas. FAMINE OF THE VILE doesn’t stop there as he quickly continues the punishment to DR EMO, lifting the former Hart Champion too his feet, punting him in the midsection before lifting him high up into a Powerbomb, that crashes the back of DR EMO’S head off the ring mat. As EMO tries to recover from a potential concussion, FAMINE climbs too his feet and makes the first move to get the Coffin ready, finally pulling it from the outside into the ring. He drags it across too the corner and leaves it there before walking back across to DR EMO and tries to lift him up but DR EMO counters it with a Small Package. DANTE looks slightly confused and almost attempts to make a count but manages to keep his wits about him as EMO uses the move as more of a counter and a distraction than a victory attempt, quickly releasing the hold and catching FAMINE with a dropkick to the knee. FAMINE drops down too a knee at this as EMO bounces himself off the ring ropes and lays FAMINE out with a Depressing Wizard, his knee connect flush with FAMINE’S exposed jaw. FAMINE’s down on the mat as DR EMO jumps across to the corner and leaps up onto the very top rope as the crowd rallies behind him and EMO leaps off the ropes with his patented Five Ex’s Frog Splash... BUT FAMINE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!! EMO CATCHES NOTHING BUT CANVAS!! FAMINE clambers up too his feet using the ring ropes as EMO rolls around clutching his gut as FAMINE now lifts EMO up off the mat and forces him back into the corner, forcefully driving his shoulder into the Cruiserweights sternum, beating him down. FAMINE lifts EMO up into the air and places him up on the very top rope before catching him with a stiff European Uppercut and then climbing up too the very top rope too meet him. FAMINE catches EMO with several hard rights and hooks up EMO’S head before attempting a Superplex but DR EMO is able to block the attempt and fights back with several right hands of his own. EMO also catches FAMINE with a headbutt to the jaw and pushes FAMINE down off the top rope and he hits the canvas hard. EMO shakes the cobwebs loose as FAMINE quickly tries to get back too his feet as EMO leaps off the top rope with an attempted Flying Clothesline but FAMINE catches EMO by the throat and slams him down to the mat with a big, hard, painful looking Chokeslam. Even DANTE feels that one, as FAMINE reaches down too lift EMO up too his feet and drop him in the Coffin but EMO won’t budge, EMO refuses to go!! FAMINE seems too get frustrated by this and drops EMO back down too the mat and reaches up for a Kendo Stick, pulling the weapon down and pointing at DR EMO. DANTE tries to step in at this point but FAMINE threatens to use the Kendo Stick on DANTE and the Guest Referee quickly dives out of the way. It was, however, enough time to allow EMO the chance to climb too his feet and EMO meets FAMINE with a big spear before he can use the weapon. EMO quickly grabs the Kendo Stick, jumps too his feet and winds it up before driving it into FAMINE’S arm and side and legs and head, beating the former World Champion down. EMO winds the stick up and completely cracks it in half with a shot right across the side of FAMINE’S head, almost like hitting a home run!! EMO drops the remains of the Kendo Stick to the mat as he hooks FAMINE up before driving him down to the mat with his Razorblade Romance DDT. FAMINE crashes off the mat but EMO shakes his head saying he’s not done as he pulls FAMINE too his feet once again and calls for the end and sets FAMINE up for the zOMG but FAMINE catches EMO with a low blow that catches the younger guy completely off his guard and FAMINE follows it up with a back body drop, slamming DR EMO down to the mat. FAMINE shakes off the Kendo shots as DANTE admonishes him for the low blow but FAMINE just laughs it off before reaching up amongst the weapons once again, this time pulling down a Lead Pipe!! DANTE quickly tries to reason with FAMINE over this, telling him not to hit the kid with the Lead Pipe but FAMINE shoves DANTE down to the mat!! FAMINE just waits for EMO to climb too his feet as he holds the Lead Pipe in his hand and EMO finally manages to get to his feet and... SMACK!! FAMINE LAYS OUT DR EMO WITH THAT LEAD PIPE SHOT!! EMO drops too the mat like a ton of bricks as FAMINE drops the pipe to the mat and collapses too his knees. DANTE gets right up in his face once again having finally gotten too his feet and pretty much begins exchanging obscenities with FAMINE. FAMINE just smiles and turns back to DR EMO, pulling him up to reveal a crimson mask cover EMO’S entire face, and FAMINE’S sadistic smile turns into a narcissistic stare. FAMINE calls for the end as he lifts EMO too his feet and nails him with The Blood Driver!! EMO flops straight down to the mat and lies there, lifeless, beaten, battered and broken down. FAMINE walks over to the Coffin and lifts the lid and drops it down on the mat. FAMINE now lifts EMO up onto his feet, literally carrying his lifeless body across to the Coffin. FAMINE tries to drop the body into the Coffin but FAMINE manages to trip over and falls into the Coffin WITH DR EMO! Both men lay inside the Coffin, both semi-conscious and neither man is willing to admit that this match is done yet! FAMINE pulls himself out of the Coffin and rolls across to the lid and he pushes himself too his feet slowly before lifting the lid off the mat and slamming it down onto the Coffin! FAMINE thinks he’s won and has a huge smile on his face but the shot shows EMO standing right behind him! FAMINE climbs too his feet, in his own mind, victorious, as he raises his arms in ‘victory’ when EMO dropkicks FAMINE in the back and sends him flying back into the corner. EMO quickly runs across too the corner and climbs too the top rope and calls for the big finish and... zOMG out of the corner!! EMO hits one of his patented moves and FAMINE looks like he’s done! EMO lifts FAMINE up but can barely hold the dead weight and leans him up against the ring ropes. DANTE strolls across and leans against the ring ropes, flipping them back and... PUSHES FAMINE INTO THE COFFIN?!?! WHAT THE HELL?? DR EMO looks shocked as he lifts up the lid and places it down on the Coffin as he claims the victory!! WINNER: DR. EMO DR. EMO quickly leaves the ring, basking in celebration as DANTE merely looks at the coffin, shaking his head as the card comes to a dramatic close! We're not done yet, though... as the camera fades into the backstage area for one final time... SJ: You asked me to meet you here? JAMES says nothing, and simply continues to bounce the ball off of the concrete walls, ignoring the XWF LEGEND that stands behind him. SJ simply sighs and rolls his eyes. SJ: JAMES, I really don’t have time for these little games… do you need something or were you just having a little power trip by making me come down here? JAMES: I need something… He doesn’t say anything else, and just slams the tennis ball off the wall again, catching it in his fingers off the rebound. SJ waits for him to say something else, but he never does. SJ: Well, what would that be? JAMES: I need to talk to you… about last week. SJ: Are you really still caught up on the fact I didn’t name you when I talked about the great WORLD CHAMPIONS? JAMES, like I said, if you want me to say it, I’ll say it and we can move on with our- JAMES: It’s not all about that, STEVE, it’s about the fact that somewhere along the line you fucking abandoned me, you turned on me, and I can’t figure out for the life of me why. STEVE is silent, a look of mild confusion on his face, but he allows JAMES to continue. JAMES: You’ve been around for a long time, SJ. You were retired before I had my first match… but ever since that first win, you would tell people I had what it took to be one of the greats. You told me to keep my chin up, to push through the bull shit and keep getting better… and I admired you for it. You and CENTURION helped to train me, you mentored me, hell… you even said in an interview on the XWF website once that if you could face any person you’d never faced before, it would be me. SJ: JAMES, I have no clue where you’re going with this. I’m sorry if you feel like I’ve got something against you, but I don't. It just- JAMES: Will you please, shut the FUCK up and let me finish? SJ raises his eyebrows, but quickly allows his blank expression to return as JAMES begins once more. JAMES: So it went, the comparisons between us, the claims that I was the “next STEVE JASON”, and you and I fed the conversation, whether we knew it or not. One day though, you decided to bring us one step closer… you joined THE PROPHECY. I told CENTURION when it happened, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. I didn’t know if you would overshadow the whole, or if you had your priorities straight… but with RAVEN and SJ on one side, we were practically unbeatable. I let my guard down, and I started to trust that it would all work out, and that's when you fucked me… you weren’t there to help the group or our cause like you claimed… you were there because we were your best bet at getting back into the limelight. You fucking used us to get back into the swing of things because you were fucking bored… hell, that’s the only reason you’re putting your face on TV this past month, isn’t it? You miss the attention. There’s just no stable around for you to mooch off of, and so you decide to berate my talent with KANYE WEST like interruptions, telling CADY he’s useless because he’s not the almighty SJ. You decide to take my WORLD TITLE captive and hold your own award ceremonies, because you think in your deluded mind that you’re a God, and can do whatever you want. This is not YOUR COMPANY, STEVE!!! You can’t act like it is. RAVEN takes a deep breath, his face returning to it’s normal color as STEVE looks taken aback. SJ: So this is all because I joined your stable? JAMES, you could have said no… JAMES: YOU STILL DON’T GET IT!!! I loved working with you, and learning from you… this is because you FUCKED US! You got bored, and you abandoned us. I came out of retirement to help you against RANMA, and you used me as a sacrificial lamb and let me get destroyed while you rode off into the sunset. We put our reputation on the line for you, and you lost to fucking CHAD, you went against what we stood for, and then disappeared without giving us a moments notice. All of the sudden, we were nothing to you… you got your taste of fame and popularity, then wanted to head back to anonymity and left us to deal with the wake of your consequences. CENTURION, MIA, ROXY, BIGG RIGG… you fucked us all, SJ. Now it’s like we don’t even exist… it’s like everything you said before never happened, and we’re just some blurred out faces in the STEVE JASON commemorative DVD. That… is why I feel this way, STEVE. STEVE remains silent, thinking over everything JAMES has just said, but he gives away nothing with his face. Instead, the two men stare each other in the eyes, until after nearly thirty seconds the LEGEND breaks the silence. SJ: I’m sorry JAMES. I never meant any of it to be taken personally, but I had my reasons, and you misinterpreted them. I’m sure if we sit down and work this all out, we can come to a common ground and- JAMES: No. We’re past talking STEVE. Maybe it was personal, and maybe it wasn’t. Either way, I don’t want to talk things out and ‘get things back to the way they used to be’. Every day I hear “JAMES is the next SJ”, or “Who do you think would win if they ever faced off”… I don’t want to bury my head in the sand and ignore it like I have the past two years. SJ: So then what do you want to do? JAMES tosses the tennis ball over to STEVE, who catches it easily, and then he grins widely. JAMES: Isn’t it obvious STEVE? I want to find out the answer…
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