Bad Medicine is live on the air as we immediately cut to the parking lot to see XWF World Title Contender, OREN, arriving at the arena with his ring gear in tow. He is quickly approached by STEVE SAYORS, who stops him dead in his tracks.
STEVE SAYORS: OREN, could we get a quick word?
OREN: One question, make it good.
STEVE SAYORS: Oh... Um... Well... Can you and MIA co-existed when there's a prize like the XWF World Heavyweight Championship up for grabs?
OREN: We're the XWF Tag Team Champions, there's not a lot we can't do. Fact of the matter is that one member of the team will walk away with the gold and I don't care if it's me or MIA. As long as DYNAMIC DOUCHEBAG doesn't win, I'm happy. Now if you don't mind...
OREN steps around SAYORS and heads into the arena as we cut to ringside.
JERRY ATRICK, ALLAN HOLCOMB and PETER GILMOUR are standing in the ring awaiting the arrival of ALEX BERENSTAIN. "Ridin' Solo" by Jason Derulo picks up over the loud speaker and there's a small mixture of jeers and cheers from the audience. Suspense starts to build as ALEX has yet to appear at the top of the ramp. Half-way through his theme song now, we have to wonder if he's even going to come out. Eventually his music fades away and there's still no sign of ALEX. Our cameras switch to the backstage area to the production trailer. There he is. ALEX BERENSTAIN is seen hunched over a chair, talking in the ear of one of the production members. ALEX removes a small disc from his back pocket and hands it over to the crew member. He gives him a few last second instructions, then turns to leave the trailer. Our shot returns to ringside, where our cameras show us PETER and the rest are already going at it. ALLAN HOLCOMB and JERRY ATRICK are working together to fend off GILMOUR before the match has even gotten started. It's evident that GILMOUR has the advantage even though the numbers are against him. Suddenly, and without warning, an extravagent display of pyrotechnics goes off on the rampway with "Sonne [Instrumental]" by Rammstain playing in the background. Could this be what ALEX was talking to the production crew about? It must be, because once the pyrotechnics end, ALEX waltzes out from behind the curtain. All three men in the ring stop and turn to face the late-for-duty ALEX BERENSTAIN. ALEX takes his time strutting down to the ring. Finally, mid-way through his new(?) theme song, ALEX has made it to ring-side. But he doesn't enter the ring! Instead he walks around it to the announcer's table to retrieve a microphone. He holds the microphone at his side... Is he actually going to let his, like, five minute theme song play from start to finish? What's the hold up? Why is ALEX taking so long? We'd like to start this match already! As his song comes to an end (thankfully!), ALEX, at long last, raises the microphone to his mouth.
ALEX BERENSTAIN: I'm truly sorry for the delay. You see, I wanted everything to be perfect here tonight. After all, it's not every night you get the chance to step into the ring with one of the world's greatest. To wrestle against a man who has achieved many great things over the span of a long and fulfilling career. I must say it is an honor and a privilege to wrestle, in only my second XWF match-up, such a man as thee one... thee only... JERRY ATRICK.
He must be joking. But he's keeping a straight face.
ALEX BERENSTAIN: ALLAN HOLCOMB, I haven't forgotten about you, brother. I've seen what you can do. I know you're a threat. I respect you for that. And to be completely honest, I'm pretty scared to even get this match started. I should bow out now and save myself the once-in-a-lifetime ass-kickin' I know only you can dish out.
Is he serious? He can't be. Can he?
ALEX BERENSTAIN: And last, but still least... Did you see what I just did there? Anyway, rounding off our line-up is none other... than PETER GILMOUR. I see the Xtreme Wrestling Federation higher-ups wanted to throw the dog a bone. In this instance, me being the dog. When you're facing the likes of JERRY ATRICK and ALLAN HOLCOMB, it's only fair they throw something easy into the mix.
Oh, burn!
ALEX BERENSTAIN: Fear not, PETER. I'll do my best to keep JERRY ATRICK and ALLAN HOLCOMB from beating you mercilessly. There's no limit to the amount of pain they could put you through if I weren't here to stop 'em. Now the question is: should you and I eliminate those two LEGENDS in their own right... who, might I ask... is going to stop ME?!
ALEX throws the microphone aside and charges into the ring, sliding beneath the bottom rope. The referee calls for the bell and this match is a go!
ALEX gestures to ALLAN and JERRY to attack PETER from the side, and he rushes in head-on. Soon it's all three of the "smaller" people pummeling on GILMOUR. ALEX isn't holding back with closed fist punches. GILMOUR falls into the corner and all three men continue the beat down until finally ALEX orders them to step aside from the opposite end of the ring. As they do, ALEX charges in with a running Dropkick to the face! That HAD to hurt! JERRY and HOLCOMB lift PETER up and hold his arms back. ALEX runs to the ropes and comes flying back with a SPEAR! BERENSTAIN mounts PETER, spitting obscenities at him and throwing punches. He jumps off him and goes for the turnbuckle, instructing ATRICK and ALLAN to lift PETER up on their shoulders. JERRY struggles to GILMOUR'S legs elevated in the air, and HOLCOMB hoists up PETER'S upperbody. ALEX leaps off with an elbow, nailing PETER, and they both come crashing down to the mat. That's like the equivalent of two Elbow Drops in one! BERENSTAIN'S got a sick, twisted look on his face. What's he going to do next?! He leaps over the top rope to the apron. Now would be a good time to remind the audience watching at home that a competitor is only eliminated if both feet touch the floor. ALEX is risking an early loss here by doing what he's doing... JERRY ATRICK AND ALLAN HOLCOMB REALIZE THE OPPORTUNITY AT HAND AND THEY CHARGE TOWARD ALEX... BUT ALEX DUCKS, PULLING THE ROPES DOWN! JERRY ATRICK AND ALLAN HOLCOMB FALL RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE! They're simultaneously eliminated!
ELIMINATED: JERRY ATRICK and ALLAN HOLCOMB
ALEX leaps up and over the ropes, flipping forward with a leg-drop on PETER GILMOUR. BERENSTAIN grabs PETER by the hair and drags him over to the turnbuckle, positioning him up against it. He takes to the opposite end, and again, charges PETER. ALEX is looking for another Missile Dropkick... but PETER moves and ALEX collides crotch-first into the turnbuckle! OOOUUUCH! No baby BERENSTAINS after that one! Now it's PETER'S turn to take control of the match. He grabs ALEX by the hair and lifts him up to his feet. PETER pulls back his arm, holds it there for a moment to show ALEX, who's staring up at PETER with a bewildered expression on his face, what's coming. Then GILMOUR nails BERENSTAIN in the face with a closed fist! ALEX drops like a sack of condoms (great analogy, huh?)! PETER brushes away the hair from his face and leans in to grab ALEX again... but ALEX nails him right back! PETER stumbles backward and ALEX is quick to his feet. PETER moves in with both arms outstretched, but ALEX ducks beneath him. GILMOUR turns and ALEX delivers a Roundhouse Kick! PETER stumbles back toward the ropes, to which he hangs on for dear life. ALEX is all over him, grabbing his legs and trying to flip him over the ropes, but PETER'S holding on like there's no tomorrow. ALEX, always the risk-taker, jumps over the rope to the apron again, still trying to pull GILMOUR over... and he's having some success! YES! GILMOUR falls to the apron. He's not eliminated yet, but it's close! PETER grabs a hold of the bottom rope and refuses to let go, even as ALEX kicks and stomps on him like a lunatic trying to crush an ant with his boot. PETER rolls back into the ring and stands to his feet. ALEX leaps off the top rope into the ring... PETER CATCHES HIM AND PLANTS WITH A SAMOAN DROP! FUCKING BEAUTIFUL! PETER sits up, brushes the hair from his face again, and he looks like a crazed madman! GILMOUR stands again, lifting ALEX up. PETER is CARRYING ALEX over to the ropes. Is he going to try to dump him out? It would appear so! But ALEX grabs a hold of the rope and holds on with all he's got. PETER pushes and shoves, but ALEX refuses to let go of the ropes. Finally, annoyed, PETER drops ALEX and let's him fall to the mat. GILMOUR waits for ALEX to stand again, eyeing his prey. BERENSTAIN gets back up and is met with a fist upside the head. ALEX stumbles, but he doesn't fall. He uses the rope to prop him up. ALEX charges PETER and GILMOUR lays him out with a Clothesline! PETER waits for ALEX is get back to his feet before punching him in the back of the head and then lifting him up into the air for a Brainbuster! He nails it! BERENSTAIN is out flat! GILMOUR'S going for the turnbuckle now. Is he going for an Elbow Drop of his own? YES! BUT WAIT! ALEX BERENSTAIN ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! GILMOUR COLLIDES WITH THE MAT! ALEX BERENSTAIN IS BACK TO HIS FEET, BOUNCING OFF THE ROPES AND DROPPING ON GILMOUR WITH AN ELBOW DROP OF HIS OWN! What's this? ALEX is signaling for The M-I-Triple-X Scissors Kick! If GILMOUR gets up, ALEX intends to put him right back down! PETER does slowly start to rise up, and ALEX kicks him in the gut. He runs to the adjacent ropes, but PETER'S right behind with another Clothesline! ALEX SOARS OVER THE ROPES, BUT NO! HE DOESN'T FALL! HE GRABS AT THE ROPES JUST AS PETER FALLS FORWARD, NOT ABLE TO STOP HIS MOMENTUM... PETER IS HALF-WAY OVER THE TOP ROPE! BERENSTAIN IS PUNCHING HIM FAST AND FURIOUS NOW, TRYING TO DRAG HIM OUT! ALEX grabs one of GILMOUR'S arms and uses it to stabilize himself as he climbs up the ropes... ALEX wraps his legs around PETER'S NECK AND FALLS BACKWARD! PETER GOES FLYING! AT THE LAST SECOND, ALEX GRABS ON TO THE BOTTOM ROPE WITH EVERYTHING HE HAS! HIS LEGS ARE A MERE INCH AWAY FROM TOUCHING THE FLOOR! THE BELL RINGS! PETER GILMOUR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! PETER GILMOUR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! ALEX BERENSTAIN WINS! ALEX BERENSTAIN WINS!
ELIMINATED: PETER GILMOUR
WINNER:
ALEX BERENSTAIN rolls back into the ring. He lies flat on his back, looking up and seeing stars. He won the match! He almost eliminated himself, but PETER landed first. ALEX almost landed on the floor, too. He would have if he hadn't grabbed a hold of the rope in time to keep his feet from touching. WHAT AN ENDING, FOLKS! WHAT AN ENDING! "Sonne [Instrumental]" by Rammstain starts to play. The referee enters the ring and raises ALEX'S arm in the air just as soon as ALEX is able to stand again! What a bright future this kid has! The sky's the limit for ALEX BERENSTAIN and he knows it! The smirk he now has on his face proves he knows it! WHAT A MATCH, FOLKS!
The odds were against PETER all along. JERRY ATRICK and ALLAN HOLCOMB helped ALEX wear him down early on in this match. PETER fought hard against the numbers, and it even appeared he was going to steal the win at more than one point in the match... but tonight was not PETER GILMOUR'S night. Tonight it's all ALEX BERENSTAIN! WHAT A WAY TO START BAD MEDICINE! This can only be a sign of things to come! Our scene slowly starts to fade out from ringside with ALEX still celebrating in the ring, as shocked as he is elated!
DANTE ANGLAIS is sitting in his office when a quiet knock is heard on the door. He looks up from whatever he was doing on the computer – probably looking at donkey porn – and a meek little weirdo walks in. He has an envelope in his hand, and he hesitantly gives it to DANTE who looks at him in distaste.
DANTE: What is this?
Loser Messenger Boy: Message from the board.
DANTE: Isn't this a bit of an outdated medium? Couldn't they just e-mail me? Facebook perhaps?
Loser: I don't know, sir.
DANTE: No, I guess you wouldn't.
DANTE digs into the letter like the cliché fat kid to cake analogy, but stops before he lifts the letter out, and stares at the delivery boy who stands there silently, staring at the General Manager.
DANTE: You can go now.
Loser: Right. Of course.
He hurriedly vacates the room as DANTE mutters under his breath.
DANTE: Idiot...
He pulls out the letter and gives it a quick once over, his eyes quickly growing wide.
DANTE: What the?
He rereads it, making sure that what he read the first time is actually the accurate information.
DANTE: The hell is this?
He pushes up from his desk, the chair flying back against the wall, and he storms out of the room in search of someone with answers, and the camera fades to black.
VINIC and RYAN circle around the ring with each other and come together with a collar and elbow tie up. VINIC swings RYAN around and into a hammerlock submission hold. RYAN steps around the ring, trying to reach over his head and grab ahold of DUSHANE. RYAN moves towards the corner and the referee steps in to break the hold as RYAN grabs the ropes with his free hand. VINIC steps back and RYAN turns around, the referee standing between them. RYAN ducks his head underneath the top ropes and hangs outside of the ring, motioning for the referee to back VINIC up further into the ring.
VINIC obliges with his hands up as the referee marches him back into the center of the ring. NICK RYAN steps back from inbetween the ring ropes and the two circle around each other again. They come together for a tie up, but NICK RYAN sends a stiff kick into the midsection of VINIC DUSHANE, doubling him over. RYAN with hammering forearm shots to the back and VINIC is staggering around the ring in pain. RYAN grabs him and shoots him off into the ropes. On the return, VINIC drops him with a shoulder block. He goes for the ropes and NICK RYAN lays out on the ground, as VINIC hops over the top of him. Again on the rebound, VINIC comes back and RYAN tries for the hip toss, but that is reversed. VINIC goes for the hip toss and RYAN stops that. He chops VINIC in the gut, doubling him over. RYAN locks him up for a DDT, but VINIC hits a reversal and throws him over top with a northern lights suplex. He bridges for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
KICK OUT. RYAN and VINIC stand up and RYAN comes in with a lariat attempt. VINIC ducks underneath and cinches him up with a head and arm lockup. RYAN throws the elbow and breaks the hold before VINIC could complete the move. RYAN kicks VINIC and he falls back into the corner. RYAN comes in with a splash and VINIC stumbles his way out of the corner, falling to a knee. NICK RYAN goes for the ropes, looking for a head of steam. VINIC stands up from one knee on the canvas and nearly decapitates NICK RYAN with a lethal clothesline to huge "OHHHHs" from the crowd.
VINIC stands up NICK RYAN and sends him off into the corner. He signals to the crowd and then moves in. One shot after another and he completes the 8 ELBOWS to a defenseless NICK RYAN. He comes out of the corner on weak knees, staggering around out on his feet. VINIC waits for him to turn, before locking him up and planting him face first to the mat with a reverse russian legsweep. The fans know what is coming next and they cheer for VINIC DUSHANE wildly. He grabs ahold of NICK RYAN's arm and swings around him, locking in the DUSHAMED. NICK RYAN tries to fight it for a few moments, but he finally can't hold on any longer and taps out. The crowd explodes with big cheers.
NEW HART CHAMPION:
VINIC DUSHANE stands triumphantly in the ring, a satisfied smirk on his face as the HART TITLE is handed to him, his first taste of XWF gold coming at the hands of seasoned veteran NICK RYAN. He doesn’t hold the title high, or celebrate, but instead he fastens the belt safely around his waist as if he was being handed something that belonged to him already. The crowd has a mixed reaction to his win, but several anti-NICK RYAN chants break out among the fans. VINIC steps confidently through the ropes, making his way slowly down the steps and up the ramp, when suddenly the lights in the arena go dark, causing the fans to gasp in shock. What the hell? A series of bright strobe lights begin to flash around the arena, and through them, a figure dressed all in black can be seen descending from the rafters towards the ring. He falls as if in stop motion to the ring, and when he touches the canvas, the strobe lights stop and the lights fade back to normal.
The man stands in the center of the ring, looking down at NICK RYAN, his face fully masked and shielded. In fact, every inch of his body is covered in a thick, black, rubber suit… not an inch of skin exposed. Who is this freak? He tilts his head slowly, looking at NICK quizzically, and then as the fans and VINIC DUSHANE watch with intrigue, he lifts the former HART CHAMPION to his feet and gazes through his visor into NICK’s eyes.
MAN: Hello, NICHOLAS… I am THE PARADOX.
He holds NICK motionless in front of him for a moment, almost as if he was studying the man, and then suddenly he springs into action, flipping NICK up into the air in piledriver position and leaping up in the air, bringing RYAN crashing down on his skull… hang on a second, I know that move! That was THE RAGE DRIVER, wasn’t it? It was the finisher for former LORD OF THE RING winner and WORLD CHAMPION, RAGE! The fans recognize it too, and explode… is this the return of the former undefeated XTREME CHAMPION? He’s not finished though, as he pulls NICK RYAN back to his feet and hooks his arm around, lifting him up with a Rock Bottom… MY GOD!!! THAT WAS WITHOUT A DOUBT THE FINISHING TOUCH!!! THE BRAND’S TRADEMARK MOVE!!!
THE PARADOX stands still above NICK RYAN, the crowd going wild as he looks down at NICK again. He’s not even breathing harder after that, and he slowly turns to face DUSHANE, who still watches with interest from the entrance ramp. DUSHANE begins to applaud slowly, and the man apparently known as THE PARADOX takes a small and mocking bow. Who the hell is this man, and why did he completely destroy NICK RYAN? Was it to prove a point to VINIC? Was this to send a message to ZERO CONFORMITY? Was he staking a claim at the HART TITLE? Regardless, he certainly looks impressive, and the fans want to see more! PARADOX and DUSHANE stare each other down, neither moving a muscle, and slowly the cameras fade out.
The camera opens up inside JAMES RAVENS office where he’s standing with his UNIVERSAL title in one hand, and a sheet of paper in the other. He drops the title on his desk as he reads the note that has been left in his office, and a disgusted look comes over his face. He crumples up the sheet of paper and hurls it across the room as hard as he can, bouncing it off the wall and into the garbage can.
JAMES: I.J.W.T. What the hell is going on here?
He sprints for the office door, throwing it open and scanning the hall way outside as a stagehand who’s laying down a sound cable jumps in shock. JAMES looks up and down the hall for any sign of anyone, but it’s completely empty.
JAMES: Hey, did you see anyone come into this office? Someone left something in there, and I need to know who it was. Help a brother out, here.
The stage hand shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head as RAVEN sighs in frustration and reenters his office, slamming the door behind him. He makes his way over to the garbage can and pulls the paper back up out of the bin, unfolding it and reading slowly. Finally, he sets it down on his desk and pulls out his cell phone. He lifts it to his ear and allows it to ring, then finally someone on the other line picks up.
JAMES: Hey, it’s me… I got another one of those notes… yeah, it’s from the same guy, I.J.W.T… have you figured anything out yet? No, I’ve got nothing… what does it say? Same shit as usual, that I’ve turned the XWF into my own personal playground, that me holding the UNIVERSAL title is a joke, that the roster isn’t happy about it… what are the odds it’s someone like CYREN, or JEM? Someone who has a reason to hate seeing me on top again?
There’s a soft bang from the hallway outside and JAMES suddenly lowers the phone from his ear, a paranoid look on his face as he stares at the door. Slowly, he lifts the phone back to his ear and whispers into the mouthpiece.
JAMES: Someone’s outside… I’m going to have to call you back.
He flips the phone shut and slides it into his pocket, making his way slowly for the office door. He reaches out for the handle, but before he can turn it a loud knock comes from the other side. JAMES jumps back nervously, then shakes his head and steadies himself before pulling the door open, ready for a fight. DANTE ANGLAIS stands on the other side, the paper he had delivered to his office in his hand.
DANTE: What do you know about this?
JAMES looks at him skeptically, hoping it’s not what he thinks it is.
JAMES: What? Did you get an I.W.J.T. letter too?
DANTE: James, you’re the only one who cares about that tool. Read this.
He hands over the letter he received earlier, which RAVEN reads pretty quickly.
JAMES: I didn’t have anything to do with this. Take it up with BLIZZARD if you don't like it, I don't think he's here tonight though.
DANTE: Fine.
In a huff, DANTE leaves RAVEN alone in the office once more, shutting the door behind him. JAMES sighs and rubs his eyes, then turns back towards his desk. A new envelope rests on his desk, the “I.J.W.T.” emblazoned boldly on the front. The window to the office is open, a gentle breeze blowing into the room as RAVEN’s eyes widen.
JAMES: You’ve got to be fucking kidding of me.
JAMES rushes over to the window, sticking his head outside and looking for the culprit, but he finds no one and slams the window shut, grabbing the letter and tearing it up without reading it. He pulls the cell phone from his pocket again and dials once more.
JAMES: It’s me again… I got another one.
He leans against the wall, rubbing his eyes in frustration, and the camera fades out slowly.
Backstage there is a limosuine pulling up to the doors. STEVE SAYORS is running to see who it is. The doors open up and stepping out of it dressed in an Armani suit you see "THE FRANCHISE" DYNAMIC DYNAMITE. He is talking on a cellphone as he is joined by OG THUG, BLAKE CARSON, and a handful of lovely ladies. DYNAMIC begins to walk towards the door talking on his cell when he is interrupted.
STEVE SAYORS: FRANCHISE!! FRANCHISE!! Can I get a few words with you?
DYNAMIC clearly preturbed says something into the phone and then clicks the button as he stares at STEVE SAYORS.
DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: SAYORS, do you really think you are above business? You want a word with me on tonight? I was in the middle of important business matters, and you had to interrupt me? Better have a damn good reason!
SAYORS gulps and then he starts to talk again.
STEVE SAYORS: Tonight is the night you get your first shot at the World Title in years. This is the biggest title you have wrestled for since your return to the business. What do you want to say to OREN and MIA about the match?
DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: What do I have to say about it? Look at it this way SAYORS... You, the leeches in the crowd and at home, MIA SANCHEZ, and OREN are all in the same boat! You are going to see one of the most decorated performers step into the ring and do what I do best! You are going to see sheer dominance in every sense of the word! I am the dirtiest wrestler in the XWF for a reason, and the two of them are going to find out first hand!
STEVE SAYORS: You are at a disadvantage though with two members of the TRIBE in the match....
A laugh from DYNAMIC.
DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: Who cares? OREN and MIA are going to be at each other's throats when this thing starts up tonight. Stable allegiance means jack shit when one of the top prizes in the business is on the line. Look at TRENT and ZACH! When you put gold on the line there are no friends. Sure they want to make sure I don't leave with it, but they are going to have to watch out for themselves; because I am damn good at making sure people meltdown and fight with each other. Then I will slide right in and take my title for the second time.. Put that on the record SAYORS! "THE FRANCHISE" DYNAMIC DYNAMITE is your next World Heavyweight Champion!
With that DYNAMIC pushes his way past SAYORS with his entourage in two and his chauffer walking behind him carrying his bags as he enters into the backstage area.
It’s time for the XTREME title match between two LEGENDS that know each other very well! DANIEL MALCOLM, and ANDY “CENTURION” CORTINOVIS! These two have faced off half a dozen times in the past year or two, and each time it was a memorable clash that left the fans more satisfied than a night with a porn star would… and I don’t mean DYNAMIC DYNAMITE. Who can forget DANIEL MALCOLM beating CENTURION for the UNITED STATES title, and adding that final belt to his resume to become a grand slam champion? Not to mention the first ever XWF TOTAL ACCESS show that saw CENTURION come out of retirement to fight DANIEL MALCOLM in a college gymnasium for DAN’s spot in the UNIVERSAL title tournament… and beat him? This is bound to be another classic, but who will come out on top, and brand themselves freshly into our memories? Will it be CENTURION, one of the few to ever win 100 matches here in the company, or DANIEL MALCOLM, our lord and savior… and three time former UNIVERSAL champion? The referee is shouting instructions and calling for the bell… we’re about to find out!
DANIEL MALCOLM gets off the bottom rope and is met with a huge flying elbow that sends him through the middle ropes and to the floor outside. His manager, former superstar DARKHAN, runs around the ring to check on his savior. DANIEL gets up to his feet and pushes DARKHAN out of the way, getting back in the ring and answering right back with a hard elbow strike to the head of CENTURION, which sends CENT into the corner… DANIEL rushes him but is met with a huge lariat! DANIEL gets up and gets hit by another lariat! CENTURION IS ON A ROLL RIGHT NOW!!! CENTURION bounces off the ropes to give DANIEL a hat trick lariat, but is tripped up by DARKHAN who reached under the bottom rope! CENTURION turns around to look at DARKHAN angrily, but DANIEL MALCOLM grabs him from behind and hits a huge German suplex! DANIEL sits up and gives the booing crowd a smile before going for a pin. ONE!
TW- Kickout! DANIEL smacks the mat as he gets in a mounted position, locking CENTURION’s legs, and begins to lay down MMA style elbows to the face of CENTURION. Normally, this kind of attack is illegal, but welcome back to the XTREME division, Mr. CORTINOVIS!!! CENTURION is covering up, the ref is asking if CENTURION wants to give up from the elbow shots to the head, but before the ref can ring the bell, CENTURION grabs DANIEL’s arm and locks in a submission hold until DANIEL MALCOLM gets up from the mounted position. Did CENTURION just utilize a kimura to escape that ground and pound? Apparently, MALCOLM isn’t the only one who’s been watching a little MMA as of late! CENTURION is still holding DANIEL’s arm in that peculiar position before whipping DANIEL, shoulder first, into the ring ropes and climbing quickly to his feet and then hitting a reverse DDT when DANIEL MALCOLM comes out from the corner. CENTURION sees his opening and jumps the top rope and CONNECTS with a huge shooting star press! The crowd loves it! The guy is old as dirt in the wrestling world, but still has the ability to pull that from his bag of tricks! CENTURION covers! ONE!
TWO! DANIEL STICKS HIS HAND UP BEFORE THE COUNT OF THREE! CENTURION looks up at the referee, his face is battered from the elbows he just took from MALCOLM and is bleeding all over the place, a welt already forming under his right eye. CENTURION gets up and is waiting until DANIEL does the same… he’s setting up for the 1000 MILE SLAM BUT IT’S REVERSED INTO A HUGE LUNGBLOWER! THE SAVING GRACE BY OUR SAVIOR, DANIEL MALCOLM!!! DANIEL looks at CENTURION and pulls him closer to the turnbuckle and runs up to the top turnbuckle for the GREATEST MOONSAULT IN THE WORLD… AND HITS IT! This one is over, DANIEL MALCOLM retains his XTREME belt! DARKHAN jumps up to the apron and tells the ref to count, pointing at the pile in the middle of the ring! The ref begins to count! ONE!
TWO!
THRE- NO! DARKHAN jumps on the apron furiously, and begins yelling at the referee claiming a slow count. DANIEL MALCOLM picks CENTURION up and tries to whip him into the ropes but it’s reversed and DANIEL MALCOLM is the one who is thrown… headfirst into DARKHAN sending him chin first into the barricade! CENTURION just used MALCOLM to take out the saviors own manager! There’s no interference this time, it’s just CENTURION and a dazed DANIEL MALCOLM, who looks down at an unconscious DARKHAN… not sure what to do! MALCOLM turns to CENTURION and quickly tries for another SAVING GRACE, but CENTURION catches him midair… 1000 MILE SLAM! 1000 MILE SLAM! CENTURION HOOKS THE LEG AS THE FANS GO NUTS! ONE!
TWO!
THREE! WINNER AND NEW XTREME CHAMPION: He’s got the win! CENTURION shocked the fans, countering the SAVING GRACE to pick up the victory! The arena is jumping… they love it! ANDY CORTINOVIS is a champion again! He quickly claims his title, exiting the ring and making his way to the top of the stage where MIA and JAMES are waiting to celebrate with their old friend. The trio throw their arms in the air, earning another pop from the crowd, and the camera begins to fade on the image of CENTURION with the belt over his head. What’s next for the LEGEND? We’ll have to wait and find out, won’t we?
STEVE SAYORS is backstage, standing all by his lonesome, when ALEX BERENSTAIN approaches him. At first STEVE is a little hesitant to get near ALEX, and every movement ALEX makes toward him makes STEVE appear frightened. ALEX BERENSTAIN: It's OK, man. I'm not going to push you again. STEVE SAYORS: Are you sure? ALEX BERENSTAIN: God's honest truth, my man. Actually, I was hoping I could have some Mike time. STEVE SAYORS: You have something to say? All right. Where would you like to start? BERENSTAIN falls silent for a moment with a finger on his chin. ALEX BERENSTAIN: Oh, I know! Hows about that match I just had? STEVE SAYORS: Quite impressive, it was. ALEX BERENSTAIN: Yep. I won. STEVE SAYORS: That you did. ALEX BERENSTAIN: What do you think PETER GILMOUR'S thinking right now? STEVE SAYORS: He's probably a little upset that he lost. ALEX BERENSTAIN: True, true. But how do you think he FEELS? STEVE SAYORS: Possibly frustrated. Why do you ask? ALEX BERENSTAIN: Hey, I'll ask the questions here. STEVE SAYORS: Sorry, I--wait, that's my job! ALEX BERENSTAIN: And a lovely job that is, STEVE. So go ahead and fire away some questions, man. ALEX chuckles. STEVE even chuckles a little, too. It's all light-heartedness. STEVE SAYORS: After your second match with the Xtreme Wrestling Federation, now two-and-oh, I must ask: What's next for ALEX BERENSTAIN? ALEX BERENSTAIN: I'm going to Disneyland! Then I reckon I'll have some more matches. STEVE SAYORS: So nothing specific yet, huh? ALEX BERENSTAIN: Not yet. STEVE SAYORS: How are you feeling tonight after your victory over JERRY ATRICK, ALLAN HOLCOMB and PETER GILMOUR? Need I remind the audience that you did, in fact, eliminate all three men yourself... ALEX chuckles again, placing his hands on his hips and looking down at the floor. He looks up again with a smirk. ALEX BERENSTAIN: You know, STEVE, that's a pretty good observation you just made. I DID eliminate all three men. That's quite impressive. I mean, hey, anybody could've won it. But I did. Anybody could've eliminated anybody, but I did all the eliminating single-handedly. It was all me, baby. STEVE looks perplexed. STEVE SAYORS: But JERRY and ALLAN helped you tremendously early on, didn't they? ALEX BERENSTAIN: Yes, yes. They did. But I didn't need them to. God, I don't even know why they did. Bunch of fools, the three of 'em. STEVE SAYORS: I'm sorry, did you say three? ALEX BERENSTAIN: That I did, STEVE. That I did. Because, as you know, PETER GILMOUR is the biggest fool of them all. I probably couldn't talked him into throwing himself out of the ring. Not that I needed to. Because I did all the eliminating myself, like I said. STEVE SAYORS: And are you confident you could do it again? ALEX BERENSTAIN: It doesn't take confidence to know I could, beyond a shadow of doubt, do it again. And again. And again. And again. But then I'd have to stop doing it to like, you know, sleep, eat, crap, screw, and so on and so on, but in-between all that, I'd be doing it again, and again, and again, and again. Now I'm starting to sound as redundant as PETER GILMOUR, aren't I? The point is: I could do it a thousand times, then a thousand times more. I could do it each and every week until the day I retire. And even then I'd do it again. And again. Aaannnddd again. And again. And.... wait for it... wait for it... wait for it... AGAIN. And again. STEVE tries to keep a straight face, but fails terribly. Soon both men are laughing. STEVE SAYORS: I don't know what else to ask you, ALEX. Is there anything else you haven't said yet... or again? They laugh... again. ALEX BERENSTAIN: Nope, that about covers it. Keep your eyes on me, America. You too, World. I haven't forgotten we start our World Tour soon. I'm excited about that. Maybe I'll get to kick PETER GILMOUR'S ass in Soviet Russia after all. Nothing's impossible when you're ALEX BERENSTAIN. I've got success written all over me. I've got people waiting on me hand and foot now that I've emerged into the spotlight. I got all the time in the world now, too. Simply put, STEVE... I got this. It's all mine. STEVE SAYORS: Well, it's been a pleasure, ALEX. I think I can speak on behalf of all the fans when I say I'm really looking forward to seeing what you can do from here on out. Best of luck to you, ALEX. ALEX scoffs. ALEX BERENSTAIN: Luck, huh? You made a funny. Nice one, STEVE. I'll check ya' later. ALEX shakes STEVE'S hand, then turns and walks off. STEVE isn't quite sure what ALEX meant by the 'made a funny' remark, but nonetheless, our work here is done. Fade...
We cut backstage where the camera is outside the locker room. XWF interview STEVE SAYORS steps into camera view and the back of his head takes up most of the view. The door is slightly open and the camera goes around STEVE and can see the number one contender to the Universal Title, R.J. PALMER, sitting on on a bench, taping up his wrists. PALMER: First ERIC ANDERSON, now tonight the company loses another one of there champions in JAMES RAVEN. STEVE pushes the door open and walks in with the cameraman following behind. PALMER looks up and doesn't looked to pleased seeing this reject with his microphone. PALMER: What the hell do you want? PALMER grabs his bag and puts it up on the bench to STEVE can't sit down. STEVE just stands next to him. STEVE: Well I just wanted to get a few quick words on your opinion on tonights match. It is your first one on one match for the Universal Title, after all. PALMER: First of many, but it will be my only shot for a while because if I don't walk out tonight as the champion, I don't plan on walking out at all. I will do anything to win the title tonight, and if I can't, then I'll just kamikaze in the hopes of taking JAMES down with me. STEVE: But aren't you worried that since the stipulations are no disqualifications that those who are close to JAMES that you've hurt over the past weeks will want some kind of revenge? PALMER finishes taping his wrists and looks up at STEVE with a arrogant smirk. PALMER: Worried? Can't be worried if you're expecting, no.. Wanting it to happen. Those attacks I did weren't legal so I had to semi hold back. Tonight if MIA, ANDY or even OREN want to interfere, then it's there own fault if they loose a few teeth after I smash there face in with whatever I can get my hands on. There, I gave you the short interview you wanted, no get the hell out so I properly prepare.. Unless you want me to practice the no D.Q. rule on you and your homo little cameraman? PALMER reaches into his bag and pulls out his keys and puts one between his index and middle fingers to make a spike with his fist and raises his arm. STEVE and the cameraman leave before they get keyed in the face.
DANTE ANGLAIS is seen back in his office now, with a telephone up to his ear.
DANTE: AIDAN? I just got a letter... Yeah that's the one, what's the story?... That better be the case... If not? Well then I'm going to fuck something up... A mother joke? Really? I thought you were better than that... Wow, I kind of walked into that one... So it's just for two weeks?... Alright, fine... Who?... He's HERE?... Tonight?... Will do... Go fuck yourself.
End phone call.
Two of the biggest stars in XWF history stand in the ring opposing each other as the referee lifts the United States Championship belt high into the air. These two have fought over this coveted Championship twice in the past few weeks, two team-mates battling over one of the companies top prizes and it all boils down to this match. The referee hands off the belt and the bell rings as these two cautiously approach each other. They know each other so well by now, they both realise that even one early mistake could end up costing them the entire series. TRENT and ZACH both go in for a lock-up, vying for ring positioning, swinging around the ring, back and forth, but neither is able to gain a firm advantage over the other. They release there respective grips, before walking around the ring, circling each other once again. RIZZA charges GEIN, nailing him in the head with a hard forearm. RIZZA forces GEIN back into the corner with the momentum he managed to gain from the forearm smash, pushing the United States Champion right back into the corner. RIZZA steps back, winding up his right hand and he drives his fist right into GEIN’S face, dropping GEIN right down to the mat. RIZZA begins laying the boots in to the downed TRENT GEIN, stomping away at the champion. ZACH pulls GEIN up in the corner by his hair and drags him back into the center of the ring, driving his knee into GEIN’S mid-section and he pulls TRENT into a DDT. ZACH RIZZA rolls GEIN onto his back and hooks up GEIN’S leg, One... Tw-GEIN kicks out at two.
RIZZA climbs too his feet and pulls GEIN up as well and he attempts to boot GEIN in the mid-section but GEIN blocks the attempt boot and takes RIZZA down with a huge clothesline. GEIN grabs RIZZA by the hair and races across the ring, forcefully driving his head right into the turnbuckle before stepping back and taking RIZZA down with a big boot to the face. GEIN drops down on top of RIZZA and hooks up the leg, One... Two... RIZZA gets his arm up. GEIN pushes himself up off the ring apron and drags RIZZA too his feet before driving his right hand straight into RIZZA’S chest, almost like an open handed chop. RIZZA clutches his chest as he reels backwards, his chest now a reddish pink, before GEIN shoulder charges RIZZA right back into the corner, following up by using his shoulder as a battering ram to drive the air right out of ZACH RIZZA. GEIN flings RIZZA across the ring into the opposite corner, charging in straight after RIZZA with a running spear. RIZZA stumbles forward out of the corner and GEIN lifts RIZZA up and back down again with a Spinebuster slam before GEIN quickly hooks the leg, One... Two... Kickout by ZACH RIZZA!
TRENT pulls himself up using the ring ropes and pulls RIZZA too his feet, catching him with a hard right hand that sends RIZZA reeling back against the ring ropes. GEIN lines himself up and goes for another big clothesline but RIZZA ducks underneath it and catches GEIN coming through with a hard right hand to the mid-section. As RIZZA takes a momentum to recover, GEIN races towards RIZZA but ZACH is ready for it and drives his elbow right into GEIN’S throat!! RIZZA looks like he’s feeling it here!! He pulls TRENT up too his feet and tosses him back against the ring ropes, sending him bouncing off and he gets dropped to the mat with a huge Powerslam, courtesy of Big Tyme!! RIZZA climbs too his feet and begins winding up his arm as he calls for the Rizzaliner, the momentum totally behind him as the fans cheer on in approval.
THIS IS RIZZA’S TIME!
GEIN staggers too his feet and RIZZA charges at him, Rizzaliner in tow... GEIN DUCKS!!!
BOOT TO THE GUT!!
PLAINSFIELD!!
ONE... TWO... THREE!
TRENT GEIN retains the gold!!
WINNER OF THE SERIES AND STILL UNITED STATES CHAMPION:
Our scene opens up backstage in the cafeteria area of the arena. ALEX BERENSTAIN is seen chatting with a woman wearing an orange and white sundress. Our camera pans around to get a look at her face... it's HALEY COLEBRIDGE!
ALEX BERENSTAIN: I was frustrated. You know how I get when I'm in a new place, meeting new faces and all that.
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: It's all right. I probably shouldn't have gotten involved like that.
ALEX BERENSTAIN: But you meant well, so I can't really hold it against you. I don't know what was going on in my head that night.
ALEX reaches out to take HALEY'S hand. Somewhat surprisingly, she doesn't pull it away, or even flinch.
ALEX BERENSTAIN: I'm glad we could have this discussion, though. I don't know about you, but I feel a lot better now.
HALEY smiles shyly, looking down at the table.
ALEX BERENSTAIN: I have to ask... how's DAVEY doing? Has he woken up yet?
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: Actually, he woke up a few weeks ago... I--
ALEX BERENSTAIN: A few WEEKS ago? How come you haven't told anybody?
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: I didn't want to jinx anything. He's still recovering.
ALEX BERENSTAIN: But he IS recovering, right?
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: That's what the doctors keep telling me.
ALEX looks over HALEY'S head, lost in deep thought for a moment. He looks back to HALEY with a smile on his face.
ALEX BERENSTAIN: Good. Very good.
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: When I told him you were wrestling now, he only wanted to recover faster.
ALEX BERENSTAIN: Really?
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: I guess he really wants to meet you. He says he likes you. In fact, he's probably watching us on television right now.
ALEX BERENSTAIN: Huh. I never thought I'd hear that.
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: What do you mean? Hear what?
ALEX BERENSTAIN: That DAVEY DUNHAM likes ME... me being your ex-boyfriend and all.
Suddenly HALEY'S cell phone vibrates on the table between them. HALEY scoops it up and presses a few buttons. After a moment of reading, she looks up at ALEX with a bewildered, but amused look.
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: He says he IS watching right now. He told me to tell you to flatten your cow-lick.
HALEY giggles as ALEX raises a hand to pat down his hair. The cell phone vibrates again and HALEY starts to read the text out loud.
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: By the way, good job in your match, kid. Keep at it and you'll be big some day. I got a kick out of your pre-match "ego trip," too. You have a good sense of humor.
Just as soon as HALEY sets the phone down, another message is received.
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: Your cow-lick's still there.
HALEY looks up at ALEX'S hair to confirm what DAVEY texted. She can't help but giggle again.
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: Yep, it's still there.
ALEX dramatically tries to fix his hair, but gives up a moment or two later.
ALEX BERENSTAIN: Whatever. I have a better idea. Why don't we go pay DAVEY a little visit?
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: Like, right now?
ALEX BERENSTAIN: Yeah, sure. I'll go grab my gear and we can head out.
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: Well, OK.
Her cell phone vibrates yet again.
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: HA! DAVEY told me to tell you to bring food. The hospital food is no good.
ALEX stands from the table and smiles.
ALEX BERENSTAIN: Can do. You ready?
HALEY looks up from her cell phone with curiosity in her eyes.
HALEY COLEBRIDGE: Are you sure you want to do this?
ALEX BERENSTAIN: Of course. Come on, slow poke. Let's get a move on.
She pauses for a moment in thought, but ultimately agrees. HALEY stands, grabs her cell phone and her purse, and walks quickly to catch up with ALEX who is already ten to fifteen feet ahead of her, going toward the exit. Our scene slowly fades out once they're gone from view.
"Stomp" by Kottonmouth Kings f/ Tech N9ne begins over the PA system as you see visions of "The Franchise", "The Icon", "The X-Rated" one himself, Dynamic Dynamite on the screen being flanked by various women of all ethnicities. He has either a microphone in his hand rapping or he is standing shirtless and making out with the women. From the entrance ramp now we can see walking out OG THUG, BLAKE CARSON, and of course "THE FRANCHISE" DYNAMIC DYNAMITE walk out onto the ramp. They stand and soak in the boos as the crowd knows that when he shows up he is going to make lives a living hell. Slowly walking down to the ring they are yelling at the crowd and are cussing at them. DYNAMIC spits at the crowd and is pulled back by BLAKE while they continue to go. Approaching the ring all three men get into the ring and DYNAMIC of course is the last one and flaunts his abs to the ladies in attendance.
"Closer To The Edge" by Thirty Seconds To Mars plays and the fans start to cheer when OREN makes his way out from the backstage area and down to ringside. As he enters the ring, the match starts immediately.
OREN and DYNAMIC DYNAMITE kick things off in the ring before MIA SANCHEZ makes her entrance. They begin brawling it out with each other, trading punches to each other's head as if they were going out of style. DYNAMITE starts to gain the upper hand and he continues to throw big haymakers at OREN. He backs him up into the ropes and then goes for a lariat to take him out of the ring. OREN ducks low under the lariat and drives a hard shoulder into DYNAMIC DYNAMITE's midsection, doubling him over a bit. OREN hops up onto the middle ropes and springboards off them. He takes down DYNAMITE with a flying clothesline of his own.
"Harder to Breathe" by Maroon 5 plays and the crowd picks up their cheering some more when MIA SANCHEZ heads out from the backstage area with her Tag Team Title in hand. She drops it on the way to the ring and slides under the bottom ropes.
The crowd cheers as MIA SANCHEZ hits the ring. OREN has moved DYNAMIC DYNAMITE up to his feet and has backed him into the ropes with a series of forearm shots to the head. MIA joins him and they both send the big man across the ring into the ropes. On the rebound, DYNAMITE is booted in the midsection by both OREN and MIA SANCHEZ. They both lock him up and lift for a suplex. DYNAMIC DYNAMITE is a little too much girth for the both of them and they can't lift him up. DYNAMITE puts a hand on both of them and shoves them both off of him and down to the mat. MIA is up first, but she is met with a rising big boot from DYNAMITE. OREN is up next and he goes right for DYNAMITE's back with forearm shots. DYNAMITE with a mule kick that the referee wasn't in position to properly see and OREN falls to his knees, while the crowd comes back at DYNAMIC DYNAMITE with big time boos. DYNAMITE turns and takes a step back, but that's only enough room to give him a proper wind up and he brings a hard, swinging right foot across the chest of OREN, knocking him back down to the mat hard. DYNAMIC DYNAMITE drops down and hooks the leg for a cover.
ONE...
TWO... MIA SANCHEZ comes flying in from behind and she brings a double sledge down across the neck of DYNAMITE, breaking up the pinfall. MIA brings in low kicks to the shoulder and back of DYNAMIC DYNAMITE as he slowly works off the mat and to his feet. MIA goes running across the ring to the ropes and she comes back at DYNAMITE. She leaps off the mat and scissors her legs around DYNAMITE's head, taking him off his feet and somersaulting his body across the ring. DYNAMITE is thrown so much that he nearly falls out of the ring, leaving his upper torso hanging over the ring apron. MIA SANCHEZ heads over and pops her little body over the top rope and she comes down across his back with a leg drop. She lands on the outside of the ring, standing in front of XWF's fans. She howls out into the arena and they come back at her with big cheers. Inside the ring, OREN has made it up to his feet and he drags DYNAMITE back into the ring for the cover.
ONE...
TWO... MIA SANCHEZ reaches under the bottom ropes and yanks OREN off of DYNAMITE. She pulls OREN out of the ring and the tag team champions come face to face with each other. OREN looks a little befuddled and a smile parts the lips of MIA SANCHEZ, as she raises up a lone finger and waves it in front of OREN's face, mockingly. OREN gives her a little shove backwards and the smile on MIA's face only gets bigger, but now it's accompanied by a bit of a shocked look herself. OREN and MIA SANCHEZ come forehead to forehead with each other, both locking stares and talking a little trash to each other. The distraction of each other has only bought DYNAMIC DYNAMITE some time of his own and the big man reaches over the top ropes with his hands and grabs both of them by the hair. With one quick motion, he knocks their heads together to "OHHHs" from the fans at ringside.
MIA falls to the matting outside of the ring, holding her head. OREN falls into the steel guard railing, holding his head as well. DYNAMIC DYNAMITE steps over the top ropes and he exits the ring now. DYNAMITE grabs ahold of OREN and whips him into the guard railing across the way. OREN falls to the ground, clutching his back in pain. DYNAMITE makes his way over to MIA and picks her up with a fist full of hair and her yelling. MIA throws a couple of quick punches at DYNAMITE, but the big man absorbs the blows pretty well. He scoops her up into his arms and then drives her back into the steel ring post. MIA screams out in pain and DYNAMITE powers her back into the ring post one more time for good measure. The crowd boos heavily at DYNAMIC DYNAMITE, but he just slams her down to the matting and leaves her there.
DYNAMITE makes his way over to OREN, who is slowly getting up to his feet. OREN lashes out with a kick to the midsection of DYNAMIC DYNAMITE, but that kick only serves to slow the big man down and make him more angry. DYNAMITE throws a bomb to the head of OREN and the impact from the big right hand knocks OREN several feet down the guard rail and he falls over, spinning and tumbling into a mess on the floor. DYNAMITE stalks his prey slowly and methodically, putting a boot up to the head of OREN and giving him a disrespecful shove with it.
The referee is nearing a count out, so DYNAMITE rolls under the bottom ropes long enough to get a new count. He returns to OREN and lifts him up off the matting. DYNAMITE sends him under the ropes and into the ring. He follows after him and covers OREN, with his feet up on the ropes.
ONE...
TWO...
KICK OUT!! The booing of the fans turns to cheers as OREN is able to get a shoulder up from the illegal pin. DYNAMITE pulls OREN's head into a side headlock, looking to squeeze the life out of him and wear him down. OREN slowly works his way up to his feet, using the crowd's clapping to get his adrenaline pumping a little harder. He shoots a pair of elbows into the gut of DYNAMITE, breaking up the hold. OREN goes for the ropes and comes back at DYNAMIC DYNAMITE. DYNAMITE has a lariat waiting, but OREN slings underneath his arm, hooking himself on and working his way over to the other side of the big man. OREN locks up his head and lifts him off the mat ever so slightly, before dropping him down with a brutal implant DDT! The crowd cheers as OREN gets up, but it's not him they are cheering for. MIA SANCHEZ comes leaping off the top ropes and she connects with a hurricanranna on OREN!
OREN is down and MIA SANCHEZ is standing over both men in the ring. She looks down at DYNAMIC DYNAMITE and the crowd is cheering like crazy. She runs over and pops up to the top turnbuckle in a second flat. Flashbulbs from cameras ignite all over the arena as she goes airborne with a big time DIRTY SANCHEZ on DYNAMIC DYNAMITE! The referee gets down and counts the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!! WINNER AND NEW XWF WORLD CHAMPION:
What the hell just happened? Has MIA SANCHEZ actually won a major title in the XWF? She gets up off of DYNAMIC DYNAMITE, sitting on her knees as her eyes widen with shock and she looks towards the referee, half expecting him to tell her that there’s been a mistake and the match is still going… there’s been no mistake, though… after two years of being nothing more than a midcarder, MIA SANCHEZ is the XWF WORLD CHAMPION!!! The fans are cheering wildly, half out of shock and half out of support for the long time superstar who’s finally getting a shot at the big time, and the referee carries over the WORLD title, handing it to her proudly as she grabs it quickly and pulls it tight to her chest, tears of joy streaming down her face. The referee throws her hand in the air, and the crowd pops again as she uses her free hand to hold the title belt high. She pulls away from him and rushes to the turnbuckle where she poses for the fans, but suddenly the cheers fade away as DYNAMIC DYNAMITE rises slowly to his feet behind the new champion… an angry, smoldering look on his face. The new champ doesn’t see him and he stomps up behind her, grabbing her by the waist and ripping her from the middle rope, slamming her down on the canvas violently and sending the WORLD title bouncing away from her prone body. DD stands over her angrily, screaming down at her as she tries to roll away.
DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: YOU STUPID WHORE!!! That was my title! This was my chance to show everyone that I was better than ever, and you robbed me!
He stomps his foot down on the canvas, blocking MIA from rolling away and throwing several kicks into her midsection. OREN, who was making his way towards the back graciously, sees what’s happening and begins sprinting down the ramp to help his tag team partner out. DYNAMITE grabs MIA by the hair, lifting her up to her feet, THE CREATIVE CONTROL! DYNAMITE slams MIA to the mat with authority, his trademark modified Overdrive in full effect! OREN slides in under the bottom rope, trying to help his stable mate, but as DYNAMITE gets back to his feet he catches OREN around the midsection and lifts him up on his shoulders before spinning him aggressively to the mat! DYNAMIC PAIN! DYNAMIC DYNAMITE, the XWF LEGEND, has just single handedly demolished the TAG TEAM champions as well as the new WORLD champion!
DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: This isn’t over… that’s my WORLD title, and I’m going to get it back!
He grabs MIA by the hair again, and begins dragging her to her feet, but before he can do any more damage another figure hops over the fan barricade and sprints towards the ring… is that a fan? DYNAMITE drops MIA to the canvas and turns his attention to this new individual, her hair flying behind her as she sprints and dives under the bottom rope, standing up to her full height… which isn’t very tall. She faces off with DYNAMIC DYNAMITE and begins screaming at him, and suddenly the fan noise increases tenfold as they realize who it is in the ring with the XWF LEGEND. It’s not a fan…
IT'S ROXY NOVA COMING TO THE AID OF HER FRIEND, MIA SANCHEZ!!! DYNAMIC DYNAMITE doesn't waste any time staring down the former HART and TAG TEAM champion, and he quickly lunges at her with a massive elbow swing, but ROXY ducks easily and charges off the ropes rebounding back towards the LEGEND and leaping through the air, bringing a strong chop down on DD's skull, causing him to stumble backwards but not to go down. ROXY charges off of the ropes once more, rebounding back at THE FRANCHISE and throwing a huge lariat that finally drops DYNAMITE to his knees. ROXY throws her arms up in the air, celebrating with the fans that still haven't recovered from seeing her back in the XWF! She poses arrogantly for a moment, then leaps into the air, delivering a picture perfect drop kick to the face of THE FRANCHISE and knocking him flat on his back... SHE'S GOING FOR THE TOP ROPE! The fans are practically blowing the roof off of this building! MADISON SQUARE GARDEN IS GOING NUTS FOR ROXY NOVA!!! She reaches the top and stands slowly to her full height, turning her back to DYNAMITE, dropping to a sitting position and flipping across the ring with a split legged corkscrew moonsault... TASTE THE RAINBOW! It's been a long time since we've seen that in an XWF ring!
MIA and OREN are back on their feet, wide smiles on their faces as the trio begins to push DYNAMIC DYNAMITE out of the ring, under the bottom rope. Soon, JAMES RAVEN and CENTURION make their way from the backstage area, jogging down to the ring and sliding in to join MIA, ROXY and OREN. The five of them slap hands and hug in the center of the canvas as the fans continue to cheer, what is happening here tonight? Is ROXY NOVA back in the XWF?
JAMES: Well, well, well... NEW YORK... I'm sure you have a lot of questions about what's going on here tonight, and I promise you that on ANARCHY they'll all be answered. We could sit here and talk, and explain ourselves... but instead, I think this will clear it all up perfectly.
He motions to the X-TRON where an image of a native american tomohawk appears, the words "THE TRIBE" appearing over it. Soon, the image is cut in half, and the two pieces fall away... only to be replaced by another image... a pentagonal star, styalized familiarly, and the crowd goes absolutely nuts as two more words fade onto the screen.
THE PROPHECY.
What is this!?!? Is THE PROPHECY back in the XWF, replacing THE TRIBE? That's how it would appear! The five superstars in the ring unite, CENTURION throwing up his XTREME title, MIA her WORLD and TAG TEAM titles, OREN his half of the TAG belts, and JAMES with his UNIVERSAL belt... ROXY posing in front of them confidently. This new faction looks to be official, and the question must be posed... will anyone be able to slow them down this time?
Back in the ring, Muse's “Dead Star” plays over the speakers, and XWF General Manager DANTE ANGLAIS appears on the stage with a microphone in hand. He waits for the crowds mixed reaction to die down before speaking.
DANTE: Right, I'm out here because I've got a bit of announcement to make that some of you assholes are going to love. Effective as of the end of tonight, I'm being put on a forced vacation.
Just as he predicted, the crowd pops at the idea of DANTE leaving.
DANTE: You can all settle down because it's just for two weeks and I have it confirmed that I will be returning. Hell, I'm even getting paid while I'm on break, so I can't argue with that. It's just some bullshit contract thing. But here's the kicker... there's a replacement filling in for me, and he really doesn't need an introduction...
“I guess he's back 'urr derrty, N-Z-L derby
The crowd is in an uproar, they can hardly believe what they're hearing: a slightly tweaked version of Nelly's “Heart of a Champion”! There’s no way! Is it really happening? Is he back in the XWF for the first time in over a year!?!?
“I put more money in the community than you got in yo' budget
And scream it they do, as the man himself, one of the greatest of all time... The World's Greatest even... steps out onto the stage. The replacement GM is:
It’s time! Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, XWF fanatics of all ages… to the main event of the calendar year. JAMES RAVEN versus RJ PALMER for the UNIVERSAL TITLE! This feud started back in April when RAVEN helped PALMER win his first WORLD title and then immediately staked his claim to the belt… JAMES’ stable (THE TRIBE) went to war with PALMER’s group (THE TRINITY) through the entire month of May, finally culminating when JAMES and BLIZZARD robbed PALMER and NOIR ROUGE of the two top title’s in the company at ZERO TOLERANCE. Things didn’t end there, though, and it was PALMERs turn to target JAMES as he made it clear that he would not rest until he had the UNIVERSAL title around his own waist. Several sneak attacks, disqualifications, and full out brawls later… and it’s finally happening, but with a twist! Thanks to the GENERAL MANAGER, DANTE ANGLAIS, the match is official and comes with a NO DISQUALIFICATIONS stipulation! The fans have returned to their seats, the referee is in the ring… and we’re ready to go!
“ONE! TWO! We’re coming for you. THREE! FOUR! Lock your door. FIVE! SIX! Suck on my dick. BROKENCYDE WILL NEVER DIE!”
Red and purple lights flash around the arena as RJ PALMER makes his way out to the top of the stage, met with several boo’s from the crowd, the kind of fan hatred that hasn’t existed since CYREN plied his craft years ago. PALMER makes his way down the ramp slowly; ignoring the fan jeers as he reaches the bottom of the ramp and then stomps slowly up the stairs. He reaches the middle of the canvas, glaring at the referee and mouthing off to him as the lights dim and the music fades. He retreats to his corner, and the fans rise collectively to their feet… HERE HE COMES!!! The fan’s are about to blow the roof off of this place!!! The entire arena slowly fades to black as the audience excitedly awaits the entrance of JAMES RAVEN. The drum beat and guitar solo start and a series of white and blue spotlights come up and pan the crowd, who are buzzing in anticipation. Mike Shinodas voice is heard on the speakers singing, just after the eerie laughter subsides.
“Now here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line, throw ‘em up and let something shine, going out of my fucking mind… filthy mouth, no excuse, find a new place to hang this noose, string me up from atop these roofs, high and tight so I wont get loose.”
By now the fans are going wild and cheering as the spotlights slowly make their way to the top of the entrance ramp where a dim fog begins to form.
“Truth is you can stop and stare, rub myself out and no one cares, dug the trench out and lay down there with a shovel up, out of reach somewhere… yeah, someone pouring in, make it a dirt glass floor again, say your prayers and stomp it out when they bring that chorus in.”
The spotlights come together as one, and the fog fills the top of the ramp until the downbeat hits and a major blue and silver pyrotechnic display goes off and the rest of the arena lights turn up to full. When the smoke clears JAMES RAVEN is seen on top of the ramp, his UNIVERSAL title thrown up over his head and a huge smile on his face.
“I BLEED IT OUT!!! Diggin’ deeper just to throw it away, I BLEED IT OUT!!!”
JAMES makes his way down the ramp, high fiving fans and posing for pictures with several of them until he reaches the base of the ramp. Then, he pauses for a few seconds and sprints for the ring, diving in under the bottom rope and sliding in to the center of the mat on his hands and knees. He poses for a second, then gets up and runs for the turnbuckle, climbing up and posing yet again for the fans before doing a 360 degree spin off and doing the same on the opposite turnbuckle. As his music fades out he stretches in his corner, smiling at RJ PALMER and shrugging his shoulders as PALMER grimaces, clearly not enjoying the massive amounts of support the UNIVERSAL CHAMPION is getting. The two men settle in their respective corners, and the referee walks the title belt over to the ropes, handing it down to the ring announcer and returning to the center of the ring. He doesn’t search for weapons; he doesn’t remind the competitors of the rules… there aren’t any! He calls for the bell, and the match is underway!
These two men waste little time in getting the action underway, and charge each other like wild animals looking to gain an early advantage. PALMER takes it, ducking under a quick clothesline and ending up behind the champion, hooking his arm around RAVEN’s throat and dropping to all fours, snapping JAMES’ back over his own. Great counter by the challenger! PALMER rolls away from JAMES quickly, and both men climb to their feet, circling slowly. PALMER gains the early advantage again, hurling RAVEN into the ropes, but JAMES grabs hold before he bounces back and PALMER’s attempted drop kick ends with him crashing to the mat alone. JAMES charges him, dropping an elbow to the sternum of RJ, then he quickly tries to lock in an arm bar but the former WORLD champion squirms away easily. JAMES tries to pursue, but he’s met with a boot to the nose and collapses as RJ reaches the edge of the canvas and rolls out of the ring to safety. JAMES climbs to his feet, clutching his face in pain, but he manages to shake it off and rushes towards the ropes, baseball sliding under the bottom one. RJ sees it coming and side steps, JAMES sailing harmlessly past him but landing on his feet. Before he can recover, PALMER grabs him by the hair and slams his skull down on the ring apron, then he turns and hurls the UNIVERSAL champion hard into the fan barricade spine first, leaving JAMES crumpled on the floor. Ruthless aggression by the challenger, I love it!
JAMES struggles to get to his feet, but as soon as he reaches his knees, a vicious kick from PALMER drops him to the floor once more. PALMER lifts JAMES to his feet slowly, perhaps showing off a bit for a crowd that clearly does not appreciate his effort, and then throws the champ back inside the squared circle. PALMER climbs up to the apron, but already JAMES is on his feet and throwing a shoulder between the top and middle rope connecting hard with PALMER’s midsection. He reaches over the top and grabs PALMER scooping him up and slamming him hard on the canvas inside the ring. The crowd roars at the display of strength, but JAMES isn’t finished. As PALMER clutches his back in pain, JAMES rushes for the turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope as quickly as possible. JAMES waves his arms to pump up the crowd, which responds on cue, cheering loudly, and he turns his attention back to PALMER, leaping off with a mile high frog splash that connects and nearly snaps PALMER in half! Here we go, JAMES RAVEN is on a roll here! This could spell trouble for PALMER! JAMES grabs PALMER and begins lifting him to his feet… A THUMB IN THE EYE! PALMER hits RAVEN in the right eye, blatantly cheating in full view of a referee that’s powerless to do anything! That’s the beauty of a No-DQ match boys and girls! RAVEN stumbles backwards and PALMER struggles to his feet, grabbing RAVEN by the back of his neck and pinning his chin to the top of his own head before dropping violently to his knees… JAW BREAKER!!! JAMES is dazed now, and PALMER is looking to take advantage! He spins RAVEN around… Reverse DDT! RAVEN is down, and PALMER is looking to end it here!
ONE!
TWO! Kickout by the champion and the crowd breathes a collective sigh of relief! PALMER is frustrated, but far from convinced of defeat as he immediately launches back into his offense. He grabs RAVEN by the shoulder, trying to lock in an arm bar of his own, but RAVEN quickly kips up, then somersaults forwards to get his arm back into a natural position and he counters the hold into an irish whip, hurling PALMER towards the ropes and waiting to unload his trademarked F.Y.S. Super Kick… PALMER has the move scouted well and drops to the mat, rolling out under the bottom rope and back to the area outside the ring. Cowardice on display by RJ PALMER, and the fans don’t appreciate it at all. PALMER lifts the ring skirt and begins digging around underneath, producing a variety of weapons… he hurls a chair over the top rope, a garbage can, another chair, a two by four… finally, he finds what he’s looking for! It’s the lead pipe which he used to take CENTURION out with a few weeks ago! He’s got his pipe! RAVEN grins, and motions for him to bring it on, but PALMER remains outside of the ring patting the pipe into his left palm menacingly. RAVEN charges the ropes and dives through between the top and middle, looking for a suicide splash!
THUMP!
GOOD GOD!!! RJ timed that perfectly, spinning away from a soaring JAMES and swinging the pipe down into his spine, then watching him slam headfirst into the barricade once more! The fans are screaming in rage, trying to will RAVEN back to his feet, but PALMER makes sure that doesn’t happen and swings the pipe down again on JAMES’ shoulder causing JAMES to scream out in agony. ONE! TWO! THREE! Three more times the pipe comes down on JAMES, and now it’s RAVEN who looks to be in serious trouble and in danger of losing the strap he’s waited so long to get his hands on! PALMER leans back to swing again, but suddenly a fan in the front row whips a drink at his face, sending Pepsi splashing everywhere. PALMER stumbles backwards, wiping his face, and JAMES tries to recover, throwing his legs in the air and around PALMER’s neck, throwing him with a pair of head scissors directly into the ring post!
CLAAAAAAANG!
PALMER’S been busted open! He stumbles back into the fan barricade as RAVEN slowly reaches his feet, clutching his back in pain… A STRONG CLOSED RIGHT FIST TO THE JAW! RAVEN ROCKS PALMER! He throws a boot to the midsection, doubling PALMER over, then he tries to lift RJ for a vertical suplex, but his injured back won’t allow it! He drops PALMER back to his feet, and PALMER lifts RAVEN in turn, dropping him face first onto the fan barricade! What a counter by PALMER! He’s been full of them tonight, even if some of them have been rather cheap. He bends down to lift up his pipe, but RAVEN drops a leg on the back of his neck and hits the ground, smashing PALMERs face into the floor and forcing him to drop the weapon. JAMES quickly picks it up, and hands it over the railing to a RAVEN fan, making sure PALMER won’t get it back in this life time. That fan’s going home with a bloody souvenir! RAVEN lifts PALMER slowly, sliding him back into the ring before climbing to the apron. He waits for PALMER to stand, then leaps to the top rope, using it as a springboard to dive off with a huge cross body! PALMER ducks, allowing JAMES to sail harmlessly over his head, rolling across the ring and giving PALMER time to reach his feet again. JAMES lunges once more, roundhouse kick by PALMER! Chuck Norris style! JAMES drops to his knees, and PALMER hooks his arm around his throat… TORNADO DDT! JAMES is spiked to the mat! PALMER hooks the leg for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR- Another kickout by the UNIVERSAL champion, though that was much closer than the last one. PALMER rises to his knees to complain to the referee, and JAMES suddenly lunges forwards, spearing PALMER to the mat and flipping over with a back bridge! It’s a pin of his own! The referee stares in shock for a moment, then drops to the canvas to make the count!
ONE!
TW- Not even close, as PALMER drills his fist into the kidney of RAVEN, collapsing the bridge quickly. He rolls out from underneath JAMES towards the weapons he provided, grabbing the trash can and hurling it at RAVEN who catches it and tosses it over the top rope and out of the ring. PALMER reacts by grabbing a steel chair and charging JAMES, swinging it wildly as JAMES steps back to avoid it! He swings again, but JAMES ducks, backing closer into the corner. PALMER swings a third time, and JAMES dodges once more, but this time the chair connects with the top rope and bounces back at RJ’s face. He holds the chair I front of him, dazed for a moment…
CRASH!
RAVEN with a drop kick to the chair, drilling it into PALMER’s face! PALMER drops the chair to the mat, and JAMES quickly grabs it and unfolds it in the center of the ring. What’s he doing? He stands on the seat, turning his back to his opponent… is he about to try a moonsault off of the chair? The fans cheer, but PALMER doesn’t agree as he rolls to his feet and throws a shoulder block into the back of JAMES’ knee, toppling him from the chair! PALMER pounces on top of JAMES, pinning his shoulders to the mat!
ONE!
T- JAMES rolls backwards, reversing the pin and pressing PALMER’s shoulders down in turn!
ONE!
TW- PALMER throws a kick into RAVENS jaw, stunning him just long enough to flip himself backwards, back on top of JAMES in a third consecutive pin fall attempt! I don’t think the referee even knows what number he’s on right now; he just keeps slapping the canvas!
ONE!
TWO! JAMES kicks out and rolls to his feet, waiting for PALMER to do the same… HE’S GOT PALMER BY THE NECK, HOLDING HIS HEAD IN THE CROOK OF HIS ARM! HE’S LOOKING FOR THE FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN ON THE STEEL CHAIR THAT’S SET UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!! He runs forwards and jumps, but PALMER manages to counter, using incredible back strength to hold RAVEN up in the air after take off, then flip the champion up and over his own shoulder… THE xMOSHx! He’s looking for his own version of the Death Valley Driver! Suddenly, JAMES wriggles free and slides down the back of PALMER, landing on his feet on the seat of the chair! PALMER tries to knock him off again, but is met with a swift kick to the ribs… he dives at RAVEN with another shoulder block, BUT RAVEN LEAPS ACROSS THE RING TO THE TURNBUCKLE, LANDING ON THE MIDDLE ROPE!!! PALMER IS LAYING ACROSS THE SEAT OF THE CHAIR!!! RAVEN turns to look at PALMER, then climbs to the top rope… NO!!! THE RAVENSAULT!!! THE RAVENSAULT ONTO A STEEL CHAIR!!! JAMES lands directly on top of PALMER, his own thigh banging the seat back painfully as the seat gives way, screws flying everywhere as the two men collapse to the canvas, RAVEN on top of PALMER… the fan’s can’t believe it! Both men must be destroyed after that move, and I think RAVEN may have hurt himself more than PALMER!
The referee suddenly realizes that JAMES is on top of PALMER, and drops to the canvas just as the fans realize the same thing and rise to their feet, the volume in the arena cranking up a few decibles.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! WINNER AND STILL UNIVERSAL CHAMPION: The roof nearly blows off of MADISON SQUARE GARDEN… It’s all over! JAMES RAVEN has retained his UNIVERSAL title and RJ PALMER hasn’t so much as moved from his back to react. JAMES rolls across the canvas slowly, gasping for air and clutching his thigh as he pulls the title belt away from the referee, holding it tightly to his chest as he limps his way for the turnbuckle and throws it up in the air in celebration. The fans begin to chant his name loudly as he drops down from the middle rope to the canvas, making his way to the steps to head backstage, most likely to the medical staff. He slaps hands with the fans once more, but as he reaches the center of the ramp, the arena lights suddenly drop out, and the X-TRON flickers to life, freezing RAVEN in his tracks as a familiar text appears on the screen.
“And so the mockery of the XWF continues, congratulations on a ‘well deserved’ victory, JAMES. You’ve truly done what’s best for the company.”
RAVEN panics, screaming for someone to figure out what’s going on. The technical crews shrug helplessly, not knowing where the feed is coming from, and the stage hands know absolutely nothing about the incident. RAVEN turns and sprints back towards the ring for a microphone as the message continues.
“You used to stand for something, JAMES, you were a hero when the people needed one, and now you’ve allowed it to go to your head. You’re a victim, a victim of yourself. I hope you’re proud of yourself, because there’s not a single other member on the roster than is. Enjoy yourself tonight, JAMES, and good luck sleeping.”
JAMES turns back towards the screen just in time to catch the tail end of the message, and he raises his microphone and screams angrily into it.
JAMES: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?!? TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!!!
The last phrase fades off of the screen, and are replaced by the mysterious signature.
“I.J.W.T.”
JAMES: That’s crap! Stop hiding behind your stupid little anagram, and tell me who the hell you are! Stop leaving messages around the arena, and just come out here! If you have such a problem with me, then why don’t you just take it up with me man to man instead of hiding behind a few letters?
No answer.
JAMES: GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!!
Deafening silence.
JAMES: I swear to God, if you don’t come out here now… I’ll come back there and fucking find you! Make it easy on yourself, and just end this little game! I DEMAND YOU TOO!!!
The lights slowly return inside the arena, and the fans eagerly stare at the top of the stage, waiting for the mysterious “I.J.W.T.” to show themselves, but as several moments pass it becomes painfully obvious that’s not going to happen.
JAMES: This is your last warning… I’m going to count to three, you son of a bitch, and you better be out here by then!
He holds a single index finger up in the air.
JAMES: ONE!
He lifts another to join it.
JAMES: TWO!
He lifts a third and final finger, and pauses before letting the solitary word escape his lips.
JAMES: THREE!
He stares at the top of the ramp, hoping that anyone would make their way out, more to ease his own uneasy mind than anything else, but as each minute passes the stage remains empty. His body is wired, his muscles alert and the hair on the back of his neck standing on edge as he prepares for anything. He barely moves, his chest ceases to rise and fall as he holds his breath… he’s almost statuesque, but to his dismay, he remains alone.
PALMER: BOO!
RAVEN jumps nearly a foot in the air, spinning in the air to face the ring with his fist cocked, ready for action… and fully expecting I.J.W.T. to be standing behind him. Instead, as his heart races, he sees no one but a battered and bloodied RJ PALMER, holding him up on the middle rope and glaring at his rival. He grins, and spits a mouthful of blood onto the canvas, satisfied to walk out at least the moral victor even if he can’t leave with the title. Feeling foolish and upstaged, RAVEN drops his fist and makes his way towards the back, head hung but still scanning in every direction for a possible threat. PALMER collapses back to the mat, tilting his head back in hysterical laughter. RAVEN disappears behind the black curtain, and the camera returns to the ring and focuses on PALMER as he rolls in hysterical laughter. This mystery man has clearly gotten to RAVEN, and PALMER loves every… single… second of it.
PALMER: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
NEXT PPV: LEAP OF FAITH
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