ONE!

TW-

DANIEL MALCOLM breaks up the count! He rushes inside the ring and drops an elbow into the spine of BIG TYME and then retreats back to the apron while the referee chides him. VINIC recovers and gets up, going for a clothesline, BUT RIZZA HITS A FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX INTO A PIN! A GREAT COUNTER!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! RIZZA looks at the ref in shock and disappointment as he gets up and starts complaining to the referee, without looking at VINIC DUSHANE who’s getting back up. Right after RIZZA turns around from his dispute with the referee, VINIC CONNECTS WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE! RIZZA IS DOWN! VINIC considers making the pin attempt himself, but then decides he needs to inflict a little bit more damage first, and he looks at DANIEL MALCOLM who is already climbing the turnbuckle. Reluctantly, he dived across the mat and tags DAN on the top rope, and the BOONDOCK SAINT looks down at ZACH RIZZA… his next victim! HE CONNECTS WITH A SENTON BOMB ONTO RIZZA, nearly snapping him in half! That ought to do it! What a sudden change in momentum! HE GOES FOR THE PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

MALCOLM shakes his head in disappointment but wastes no time, bringing RIZZA up off the mat and whipping RIZZA into the corner. When DAN comes charging at ZACH, MALCOLM IS MET WITH A BIG BOOT TO THE JAW! ZACH holds the rope for support and tags in DYNAMIC DYNAMITE in, kicking VINIC off the apron for the hell of it, and he locks in a CAMEL CLUTCH type maneuver on DAN MALCOLM, putting pressure directly on THE SAINT’s back. DAN, however, is too close to the ropes as he gets his foot on the bottom, forcing DYNAMITE to break the hold! DYNAMITE gets up and waits for DAN to get up on his feet and is met with one clothesline, he gets up again and REVERSES A SECOND CLOTHESLINE WITH A FAJITA ARMBAR! BEFORE DYNAMITE COULD TAP OUT, RIZZA COMES IN AND BREAKS UP THE SUBMISSION!

VINIC DUSHANE COMES IN AND JUMPS ON RIZZA AND TAKES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE, TUMBLING TO THE FLOOR BELOW! VINIC picks ZACH up and connects with an INVERTED DDT! RIZZA’S BACK CRACKED AGAINST THE PADDING ON THE GROUND! DUSHANE is about ready to go for a devastating heel lock, but RIZZA counters it sending VINIC into the steel steps so hard that THE HART CHAMPION flips over them and lands on his back holding his rib cage! On the inside of the ring, MALCOLM whips DYNAMITE into the corner and charges BUT IS MET WITH A HUGE FOREARM SMASH BY THE FRANCHISE! RIZZA gets on the apron and hits a FLYING axe handle onto VINIC DUSHANE, who’s on the outside trying to get in and interfere! ZACH gets in to try and help DYNAMIC DYNAMITE out. ZACH holds up a lifeless MALCOLM and HITS A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX, AND DAN’S HEAD NEARLY CRACKED OPEN WITH THAT MOVE! DYNAMITE goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout by DAN MALCOLM! RIZZA leaves the ring, making his way back for the apron as DYNAMIC DYNAMITE gets into the corner and waits for MALCOLM to get up! DYNAMITE goes for a SCISSOR KICK, BUT MALCOLM DUCKS AND THE FRANCHISE HITS THE REFEREE WHO GOES OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! RIZZA steps back into the ring and looks over at the referee in shock, but then is met with a LOW BLOW by DAN MALCOLM AND A HUGE BACK-CRACKER! VINIC DUSHANE has made his way back into the ring to even the odds here, and he gets up and sets DYNAMITE up for a reverse Russian leg sweep, a set up for the DUSHAMED....BUT DYNAMITE HOLDS ONTO THE ROPES AND THROWS A NASTY ELBOW TO THE JAW OF THE HART CHAMPION! RIZZA is helped up by DD. ZACH grabs VINIC by the neck AND HITS GETS READY FOR THE RIZZALINER!!! NO!!! DUSHANE COUNTERED!!! DUSHANE COUNTERED!!! He catches RIZZA in a drop toe hold, slamming him to the mat, and then he rolls to his feet and takes down THE FRANCHISE with a diving spear. He rolls out of the ring and grabs the referee, hurling him back into the ring as MALCOLM climbs to the top rope. DIVING ELBOW!!! MALCOLM HITS THE DIVING ELBOW ON DYNAMITE, AND HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE COVER!!! The referee makes it up on his hands and knees, and looks around in surprise… he sees MALCOLM on top of DYNAMITE, and makes the count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNERS:

What a huge win! The HART CHAMPION emerges victorious in his first match as a champion, and DANIEL MALCOLM looks to be back on track after a few rough weeks in June! That was surprisingly good teamwork by two unlikely partners… though perhaps coexistence is a better word. What does the future have in store for these two, and what does it bear for ZERO CONFORMITY as two of its members, DYNAMIC DYNAMITE and ZACH RIZZA, look at each other in distaste?

“Heart Of A Champion” hits as VINIC and MALCOLM have their hands raised in victory, and LEE STONE makes his way out onto the stage, still in his pimpish purple suit.

LEE: Very nice. Very nice indeed. Your win has given me hope DAN. So, in response to your request for a rematch against CENTURION... consider it granted. Next week, DANIEL MALCOLM versus CENTURION for the X-Treme Title in the main event!

Despite their dislike for DANIEL MALCOLM, the crowd cheers at the prospect of these two titans at it again.

LEE: As far as your match against DYNAMIC DYNAMITE goes... the answer is no. You've got to stop living in the past, home skillet. Move on to bigger and better things. We don't yet have a contender for JAMES RAVEN, and you've been at the top of the hill before. Why don't you start focusing on the big picture? While I'm out here though, I'm going to make a couple more matches for next week, since people simply insist on all this run-in nonsense. DR. EMO is back, and next week he'll face PETER GILMOUR one-on-one… without his steel chair.

More cheers.

LEE: I'm not too happy about this mystery man getting involved, and believe me I have some solid leads as to who it is, but since some sort of bullshit is brewing between his buddy NICK RYAN and PARADOX, we'll throw them together next week as well. For that, and more, tune in next week folks! Believe me; I have one or two more surprises that you're not going to want to miss out on.

With that, STONE makes his way backstage again, leaving the four men alone in the ring… DANIEL MALCOLM the only man smiling as he gets his demand granted… a rematch against CENTURION!

Backstage, we see JERRY ATRICK standing with XWF’s intrepid interviewer STEVE SAYORS. JERRY holds an ice pack to his swollen lip, and uses his free hand to rub BENGAY into his aching joints after the beating he took at the hands of PARADOX, yet he’s still not safe from the probing questions of our own MR. SAYORS.

SAYORS: JERRY, you said tonight that you were going to get ‘back on track’ and send a message to the HART CHAMPION, VINIC DUSHANE, heading into LEAP OF FAITH. However, you were dominated and outclassed from start to finish tonight against a man that’s never wrestled a match before. Any comments as to what happened?

JERRY ATRICK: Hurts…

SAYORS: What hurts?

JERRY ATRICK: Everything.

Before either of them can say another word, a large and muscular figure rushes into frame, knocking STEVE SAYORS to the floor and making a bee line for JERRY. The camera shakes and we catch a glimpse of a black leather jacket, and short, spiky brown hair as the man grabs JERRY by the throat and lifts him high in the air, choke slamming him down on the bench he had just been resting on. There’s a splintering of wood, and a shout of surprise and agony from JERRY ATRICK as STEVE SAYORS scrambles to get out of the way. Who the hell is this? The assailant throws several sharp kicks into the ribs of JERRY, doubling him over on all fours, then he bends down and grabs him by the back of the neck and lifts him to his feet… throwing a sharp elbow into his victims jaw and then hurling him into the wall, cracking the plaster. Finally, the assailant stops, looking down at his motionless victim, and he breathes heavily, his shoulders rising and falling as he does so.

SAYORS slowly climbs to his feet, making his way up behind the attacker with his microphone ever ready in hand as he taps the man on the shoulder.

SAYORS: Sir? Would you mind answering a few questions? Who are you? What just happened here?

Slowly, the man turns around, straightening his jacket and facing the camera. HOLD ON! I know that face! He hasn’t been around in ages, why the hell has he come back now? The former XTREME champion stares into the camera lens, startling the crowd into a stunned and nervous silence with his intensity, and without another look to SAYORS or a single word, he storms back off down the hall way.

XWF!!! Prepare for the return of:

The scene opens with JAMES RAVEN looking not too pleased in his office. Running a hand over the back of his neck and shaking his head, JAMES RAVEN pushes himself off the desk he was leaning against.

JAMES RAVEN: Someone want to tell me why the hell JEM WILLIAMS is in my building, on my show, held by my company? Either one of you have answers for me?

JAMES RAVEN looks between the two security guards. They purse their lips together and look down, away from RAVEN'S eyes, obviously no answer.

JAMES RAVEN: Well!?

The security guard on the left looks up at JAMES RAVEN, startled to attention. JAMES RAVEN takes the opportunity to step closer, getting into the man's personal space, locking eyes.

SECURITY GUARD 1: I don't know, okay? How the hell was I suppose to know JEM WILLIAMS wasn't allowed in the building? The guy's a Legend isn't he? Why wouldn't he be welcomed?

JAMES RAVEN stares at the man for a few more seconds before sighing and stepping away.

JAMES RAVEN: Why? Because there's obviously someone out there that's pulling some strings, someone that doesn't want the XWF to be the XWF I've made it into. There's someone out there that things I'm doing a bad job and probably wouldn't mind cutting me out from my position. What if that someone is JEM WILLIAMS, huh? What if that someone is the guy you DUMB-ASSES just let waltz right into the arena? I.J.W.T. could very well be the realization, the man that hasn’t been seen since I beat him for the UNIVERSAL title… are you seeing the picture now?

Discomfort is the obvious expression on either guard's face.

JAMES RAVEN: Better yet, the man has disappeared! Since being reported in the building, no one can find him. You are doing a VERY piss poor job tonight, boys… I’m honestly not sure if you’re security or the food service table.

SECURITY GUARD 2: Sir, our job is for the parking lot, not the entire building. Not our place to watch over every single person that's walking around here.

JAMES RAVEN laughs at the lip being given to him.

JAMES RAVEN: Your job is to do what I tell you. You do that or you are OUT of a job, got me?

That shuts the guard up right quick, he looking away, entirely not pleased.

JAMES RAVEN: Luckily, I know where JEM WILLIAMS is going to be going. The guy always liked running his mouth when he got the chance to. I don't see him being any different now.

JAMES RAVEN heads for the door, one of the guards raising a hand to get his attention. JAMES stops as he's about to open the office door.

SECURITY GUARD 1: JEM had someone with him.

JAMES RAVEN: What ‘chu talkin ‘bout Willis?

SECURITY GUARD 1: There was someone else in the limo.

JAMES RAVEN: Who was it?

SECURITY GUARD 1: I don't know. By time I got back to the limo to check, it was empty. Only the driver and he isn't saying anything.

JAMES RAVEN sighs, rubbing his temples in the pending doom of a foreseen headache.

JAMES RAVEN: Find OUT who was in that limo with him, okay? I will find JEM WILLIAMS myself and do YOUR job and find out WHAT is going on. Can you handle that?

Neither guard answers as JAMES RAVEN leaves the office, slamming the door behind him. The scene cuts to the two security guards looking at each other, shrugging, and going to leave as well. They however leave the door open behind them as they disappear down the hall way, and as the door swings open towards the camera, we see another note taped to the door, the familiar anagram emblazoned on the front of the envelope.

“I.J.W.T.”

Thank God JAMES didn’t see that, those two guards might have been out of a job and unable to feed their children! Speaking of JAMES, where is he headed to? He says he knows where JEM is. Also, who was in the now empty limo with THE REALIZATION? Do either of them have anything to do with I.J.W.T.?

The camera cuts from different feeds all throughout the arena, focusing on fans and the ring alike. Suddenly, though, the feed is cut and the lights go out. Darkness comes to everyone, the only lights being from various objects the fans may have on hand. A few seconds later...

"Sometimes I feel as though I'm frozen in heaven"

Invisible Wounds by Fear Factory begins to play. A very familiar song not heard in quite some time plays across the arena and the lights come to life. Dark still, the lights flash vividly between white and blue, a spot light focusing on the entrance to the ramp-way. The fans cheer as seconds later the man behind the music makes his way forth.

JEM WILLIAMS!

Still dressed to impress, shades included, JEM WILLIAMS stops at the top of the ramp-way in tradition, looking around at the thousands in attendance. Grinning, JEM WILLIAMS takes his time walking down the ramp to the ring, the chants and cheers continuing as fans close try to reach out. JEM doesn't pay attention though, walking past them to get to the ring. Climbing the steps, taking his time, JEM goes between the ropes.

In the center of the ring, it looks like JEM WILLIAMS has never missed a day in the business. The aura coming off the man feels like he owns the place and with a grin, JEM WILLIAMS, the XWF LEGEND, the former multi-time Universal Champion motions for a mic. Slowly the lights fade back to their normal setting, the flashing continuing with the blue until eventually the music dies.

But the fans keep cheering! JEM WILLIAMS! JEM WILLIAMS! JEM WILLIAMS!

JEM WILLIAMS: That's a sound you really don't get sick of ever hearing... wow.

The fans explode again in cheers, JEM smiling to the warm reception. A few seconds later the loud pop from the crowd fades, giving JEM respect and room to speak.

JEM WILLIAMS: It has been a while, huh? Been a night... or two.. or a dozen since I've been in this ring. A lot has changed since the last time I was here. Some for the better, some for the worse. Not my business, so I don't get a say in calling the shots. But the XWF is still alive, so that means something is being done right... right? A lot of new faces, a lot of old… Plenty of history.

The fans pop at the compliment.

JEM WILLIAMS: But I'm not here to talk about the success of the XWF in the wake of my absence. I don't dress like this just because I feel like it. In fact... I hate dressing like this, a lot.

With that, JEM WILLIAMS begins to undo the charcoal colored jacket to the suit. Underneath is a black button up shirt. Taking off the jacket, JEM drapes it over the top rope closest to the entrance ramp, undoing the top button of his shirt, obviously getting comfortable.

JEM WILLIAMS: That's better. Where was I? Oh yeah. I'm here on business. I'm not here to pat anyone's back or kick anyone's ass... though I'm sure there are a few in the back that deserve it. I'm here because I was asked to be by someone tonight. JAMES RAVEN, I know you're back there. I know you're probably pissed off that you were not informed so that you could be part of the welcoming comity. I'm sure you'll get over it. You see...

Right at that point, JEM WILLIAMS gets cut off as "Bleed it Out" by Linkin Park begins to play. The fans look with JEM to the entrance of the ramp-way and sure enough a few seconds later, out comes JAMES RAVEN. JAMES is focused entirely on JEM WILLIAMS in the ring. No poses, nothing for the fans, JAMES RAVEN gets to the ring and quickly climbs in. From his back pocket, he has a mic, pulling it out and turning it off, JAMES RAVEN gives a grin to JEM WILLIAMS, who in return does the same.

JAMES RAVEN: JEM WILLIAMS... JEM… MOTHER FUCKING… WILLIAMS. The Realization. XWF LEGEND! Quite possibly the best World Champion of all time, multi-time Universal Champion. One-half of the Unkillables... there’s so much that you've done in this business.

JEM just grins to all the things JAMES RAVEN throws out, JAMES grinning too until suddenly he stops, going from casual to serious.

JAMES RAVEN: So what the fuck brings you back?

JEM keeps grinning.

JAMES RAVEN: Not going to tell me? Here on business? Someone wants you here... but you're not going to tell me who?

JAMES RAVEN doesn't seem amused, though he grins anyway.

JAMES RAVEN: You may get away with thinking you can do a whole lot of whatever you want, JEM... but I am the C.E.O. of the XWF. You don't have a RIGHT to decide on doing something without letting me know about it. You want to be here because someone wants you here? Okay it with me first, big boy. I'm sure you remember what protocol is all like, right? Then again, you never were good at following orders were you?

JEM WILLIAMS shrugs.

JEM WILLIAMS: Not here to step on your shoes, JAMES. Not my style. I've no problems with you. Never have. But I can understand where you're coming from. After the pay per view, who wouldn't? You got someone gunning for you and trust me, I've been there. Hell, you've been there. It's not the best thing in the world. But seriously, think about it. If I wanted you, JAMES…

JAMES RAVEN: Sorry, I'm taken.

JEM laughs to JAMES RAVEN'S interrupt, seeming almost amused.

JEM WILLIAMS: If I wanted to do something to you, JAMES... wouldn't you think I already would have? What would I gain from waiting? Whatever you were expecting me to be, I'm not that person. Does that relieve some stress from your shoulders? I hope so. You don't look to well.

JAMES RAVEN doesn't reply back, JEM taking that moment to continue on.

JEM WILLIAMS: But you're so concerned about why I'm here, and since you as you said you are, the C.E.O. of the XWF, I will tell you what's going on. I'm here on business for a returning star. I'm here on business for someone that is fulfilling a clause within their contract.

The fans cheer, JAMES RAVEN'S interest perking some.

JEM WILLIAMS: Not me.

There are multiple sounds of disappointment coming from the crowd.

JAMES RAVEN: Not you? That's obvious. You said you were here for someone else.

JEM WILLIAMS: You caught me, JAMES. Always a genius, you were. You're absolutely right. I'm here for someone else. Like you said yourself, I am an XWF LEGEND... I am a multi-time Universal Champion. I AM the best World champion the XWF has ever had. I was part of the best tag team the XWF has ever known. Anything and everything that someone could want to do, I have accomplished. I really don't have much left for my... 'Achievements' list; however, someone else does… Someone very hungry.

JAMES RAVEN rolls his eyes and sighs.

JAMES RAVEN: Will you just get on with it? What's this whole fulfilling a clause in their contract thing?

JEM grins.

JEM WILLIAMS: There was a star in the XWF that in their contact was given an extended period of time they could be away from the XWF, personal reasons. In that contract it was stated they could return when they felt it was right for them. The thing is? The one that wrote up the contract was a dumb ass because there was never a limit on when that person would have to come back to the XWF.

JAMES RAVEN looks at JEM in silence.

JEM WILLIAMS: I'm here... well, I was here to introduce him. But you know what? He can do that himself.

JEM lowers the mic from his lips and looks at the entrance way to the ramp. JAMES RAVEN a few seconds later takes the hint and turns to look too. Before the question can rise to who is returning officially to the XWF, the lights die, once again the entire arena left in darkness, when...

"Define your meaning of war
To me it's what we do when we're bored
I feel the heat coming out off of the blacktop
And it makes me want it more
Because I'm hyped up, outta control
If it's a fight I'm ready to go
I wouldn't put my money on the other guy
If you know what I know that I know!
It's been a long time coming!
And the tables' turned around!
Cause one of us is going!
One of us is going down!
I'm not running, it's a little different now!
Cause one of us is going...
ONE OF US IS GOING DOWN!!!"

The song is "You're Going Down" by Sick Puppies and suddenly the lights flare to life, red and white lights flaring across the arena like a sea of flames. JAMES RAVEN stares on at the individual at the top of the entrance ramp, an egotistical smirk on his that quite possibly could match JAMES RAVEN'S own on a good day. Dressed casual in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, the returning star has a pair of shades on his face and one hell of an accessory wrapped around his waist! Attached with an arm around him, leaning into his body is also a former XWF star not seen in some time! Busty, beautiful, and dressed in a black short skirt dress, JAMES RAVEN can't help but grin to the surprise the XWF has been brought.

On the entrance ramp is none other than...

JASON MUDD!!! With him is... ASHLEY DIVINE!

Soaking in the cheers for his return, JASON MUDD makes his way down the ring, ASHLEY DIVINE right at his side. JAMES RAVEN takes a few steps back from the ropes, giving JASON and ASHLEY plenty of room to get into the ring. Climbing up first and sitting on the middle rope, JASON holds them open for ASHLEY DIVINE to get in. Very suggestively, ASHLEY DIVINE takes her time, the extreme cleavage of her dress right in JASON MUDD'S face. He nods with approval.

Once she's in the ring, JASON MUDD gets in himself, ASHLEY DIVINE coming to him and even taking JAMES RAVEN by surprise as she kisses JASON MUDD fully. No playing around there. JEM WILLIAMS walks to his nephew and hands him the mic, respectfully stepping back and letting JASON MUDD have his limelight. JASON MUDD, waiting for the fans to die down keeps ASHLEY DIVINE at his side. Finally he brings the mic to his lips and the first words of his return are...

JASON MUDD: Oh yeah, I totally get to tap this.

The fans explode with cheers and some laughter to the random comment, JAMES RAVEN doesn't seem all that amused, though. Seeing the lack of expression from JAMES, JASON MUDD takes a step toward him, ASHLEY DIVINE staying back.

JASON MUDD: Ah, come on, JAMES... Mr. C.E.O... Mr. B.A. You know what I'm talking about right? Well, not with hitting on the DIVINE INTERVENTION of that very sexy lady behind me, but of just having THAT woman in your life. MIA SANCHEZ, right? How you two doing? Recently married? Had time for that honeymoon POP yet?

JAMES RAVEN glares a little at JASON who raises his hands in defense, taking a step back.

JASON MUDD: No disrespect. She's fine, man. I mean, she's no ASHLEY DIVINE, but MIA SANCHEZ is a looker dude and is perfect for you. Seriously, all B.S. sat to the side, congrats to both MIA and you.

JAMES RAVEN takes a few seconds but slowly brings his mic up to reply.

JAMES RAVEN: Thanks... though I'm confused... did you return to the XWF just to brag and congratulate me or do you even have a point tonight...?

JASON MUDD grins again. Taking the shades off and putting them on the neck of his t-shirt, his eyes gaze out at all the fans in the arena, sold out!

JASON MUDD: Did I return to the XWF to brag? Well, yeah! Did I return to congratulate you? Not really. You're out here, so what the hell? No harm, no foul, right? As for my point tonight? My point is to make a statement. Easy and to the point. I'm sure everyone can understand it. I've heard there's quite a few dumb-asses working here any more.

JASON MUDD grins.

JASON MUDD: I'm back.

JAMES RAVEN: I guess... it's my turn to give you congratulations..?

JASONS MUDD laughs at the sarcasm.

JASON MUDD: Funny. Cute. Typical JAMES RAVEN. I can understand why too. What the hell has JASON MUDD done? Really nothing. That's the point. Take a look at JEM WILLIAMS. Take a look at yourself, dude. People like you have accomplished so much in this business. Universal Champions. Legends... hell, even ownership of the company! Sooner or later there will be NOTHING and I MEAN NOTHING left for you to do.

JAMES RAVEN: Yeah… and..?

JASON MUDD: That's where I come into play. You can't run a business JAMES if all that you're running are a bunch of washed up no bodies and has-beens.

JASON MUDD looks at JAMES and JEM with a grin. Neither seems to take kind to the words.

JASON MUDD: Hey, it's the truth. Expect me to apologize? Expect me to defend my words? It's a business stand point, JAMES, and one that is built with logic. You think people are going to keep buying tickets and watching the show every week if all you have is the same shit just on a different day of the week? Sure, you can mix it up a little here and there... but that's boring. What the hell do you have to offer that hasn't been brought before? Washed up. Has-Beens? The fans don't want that. YOU don't want that JAMES.

JAMES grins.

JAMES RAVEN: Oh yeah? What do I want then?

JASON MUDD: Someone that's a mold after your own creation. Someone that's willing to work from the ground up, BOSS. Someone not afraid to open their mouth, say what needs to be said, and get the shit kicked out of them... just to turn around open their mouth again and get the point across by kicking someone's teeth down their throat. Win some, lose some, but never settle for second best.

JAMES RAVEN shrugs and nods to the logic.

JASON MUDD: Fact is, JAMES... you need me.

JAMES RAVEN: Need YOU?

JASON MUDD: Did I studder, bitch-flakes? Need me. Your company needs me and you'd be a dumb-ass if you refused.

JAMES RAVEN: And what would YOU do if I refuse?

JASON MUDD grins.

JASON MUDD: That's the thing. You can't. You got shit on keeping me out, JAMES. You may be C.E.O., but that little contract of mine still exists. Plenty of loop holes in there to exploit too... but we'll keep those secret for now. No reason to ruin all the surprises, right? But the one you need to know of for now is that at any given time I could allow myself back onto the active roster and... well, here I am, JAMES. Like it or not there's not a damn thing you can do about it.

JAMES RAVEN doesn't look too pleased with JASON'S attitude but finally grins and shrugs.

JAMES RAVEN: Whatever. You pulled a loop hole, you're in. Fine, you got what you wanted. Her, thought...

JAMES points at ASHLEY DIVINE.

JAMES RAVEN: She has no contract. Nothing, nada. Why the HELL is she in my ring then?

JASON MUDD turns and looks at ASHLEY DIVINE. She walks up to JASON'S side as he looks back to JAMES.

JASON MUDD: That's easy. Management. She has more assets then just T & A. More than just eye candy or even my fiancé, JAMES. She's here to manage your next rising star. Your next Universal champion and Legend in the making, right here.

ASHLEY DIVINE leans over so she can speak into the mic, eyes locked on JAMES RAVEN with an amused smirk of her own across her face.

ASHLEY DIVINE: Ex, oh... ex, oh... kiss, kiss boss. Muwah.

She blows JAMES RAVEN a kiss and JASON MUDD takes the mic back to his own lips.

JASON MUDD: You don't have to like it. Not like I give a damn if you do or don't, JAMES... but the one thing you're going to have to do is LIVE IT! Because I am here to stay.

"You're Going Down" by Sick Puppies begins playing across the arena again as JASON MUDD drops the mic and turns his attention to his fiancée, ASHLEY DIVINE, giving her another kiss. JEM WILLIAMS pats JAMES RAVEN on the back, whom just stands there as JEM exits the ring. JASON MUDD helps ASHLEY DIVINE out and they took make their way up the ramp with JEM.

JASON MUDD is back and has staked his claim! To what exactly? Easy... EVERYTHING!

The camera cuts to the trainer's room where we see NICK RYAN getting a small cut on his forehead tended to. The trainer dabs at the cut with a cotton ball.

NICK RYAN: Dammit, man! Easy with the swabbing!

TRAINER: Sorry, NICK, but I have to clean the wound. You barely avoided stitches this time. With what happened to you at BAD MEDICINE, I'm surprised you were able to walk back here on your own.

NICK RYAN: Sonofabitch, GILMOUR...as if I don't have enough shit on my plate with this...PARACOCKS freak on my ass. Whoever he is...

Just as NICK says this, PARADOX pushes past the cameraman, slamming him into the wall, and making a b-line for NICK! He shoves the trainer out of the way and mounts NICK on the table, throwing lefts and rights into the wound on his forehead! NICK finally is able to shove him off and back against the wall before stumbling out into the hallway to try and get away. PARADOX is quickly back on the attack, leveling NICK with an elbow from behind in the hallway. NICK drops to his knees and PARADOX is quick to get him to his feet...but NICK spins around and shoves PARADOX into the brick wall! He doesn't lose a beat as he grabs PARADOX by the back of the head and slams him into the wall again, face-first! He rears back his head one more time...but PARADOX braces himself on the wall with his hands and elbows NICK right in the face! He turns around, knees NICK in the gut, and hooks his head! What the hell is he doing??

Suddenly from around the corner...the camo-man wraps PARADOX into a sleeper from behind! PARADOX never saw him, and frankly neither did anyone else! He squeezes PARADOX until he drops to his knees! NICK RYAN slumps back against the wall watching this man save him for the second time tonight! As the man in camo tightens his grip around PARADOX'S neck, he finally passes out and the hold is released. The man in camo stares down at PARADOX, who's now motionless. Then he turns back to NICK who is staring at him in complete confusion.

The man nods to NICK and then sprints off down the hallway and out of sight. Who the hell is this man and why the hell has he been watching NICK RYAN'S back tonight??

It’s time for the crowning of a new champion ladies and gentlemen! Over the years, the XWF has seen some of it’s biggest names lay claim to the WORLD title, from BIGG RIGG JOHN GAMBINO to STEVE JASON himself… but now it’s time for a new kind of champion, a new face to lead the pack! The crowd sit in their seats, returning from the concession stands with all sorts of greasy goodness and salty snacks, and they applaud as JAMES RAVEN makes his way out to the top of the ramp, his own UNIVERSAL title strapped securely around his waist and a microphone in his hands.

JAMES: Boys and girls, and NICK RYAN… please join me in welcoming the new XWF WORLD CHAMPION… MIA SANCHEZ!!!

The crowd applauds voraciously as a shower of silver sparks shoot up from the top of the stage and rain down on the ramp, MAROON FIVE’S “HARDER TO BREATH” exploding on the sound system as MIA makes her way out with the title belt displayed proudly on her right shoulder. She and JAMES lean in to kiss each other, then motion towards each others belts in mutual admiration. Together, they clasp hands and make their way down the ramp towards the ring, posing for several fan pictures along the way. JAMES jumps up onto the apron as MIA slowly climbs the steps, and he sits on the middle rope, pulling it open for her to enter the ring. Together, they step inside the squared circle and look out at the GERMAN crowd, wide smiles on their faces. JAMES offers the microphone up to MIA, bowing his head graciously and backing away to allow MIA her moment. She takes the mic, and takes a deep breath before beginning.

MIA: Guten nacht, Berlin… who the hell ever thought I’d be the one standing in the limelight after a pay per view?

The crowd applauds again, bringing another grin to the face of the new champion.

MIA: Two years… two long years I’ve fought my way through the ranks just to be taken seriously, and I’ve finally managed to attain something that no one can take away from me. I’ve been told that the only reason I was promoted off of IMPACT was because JAMES pulled strings for me, not because I busted my ass as is actually the case. I was told that I won the WOMENS title because WILD ORCHID lost interest in it, not because I was better than her bitch ass. I was told that I won the CRUISERWEIGHT title at PROPHECY FULFILLED because the match was rigged for me to win, not because I was better than every other star in the ring that night. I was told that I beat RANMA SAOTOME because ROXY and JAMES helped me, not because I had a better game plan… I could keep going, but you get the picture, right? Everything I’ve ever accomplished has been shrugged off like nothing.

The crowd is silent, not used to hearing such an open and honest side of MIA SANCHEZ, but enjoying it nonetheless.

MIA: I think the part that always killed me though was focusing on every slip up… I mean, I win and it’s tossed out, but I lose, and it’s front page news? Do you know how many times people have reminded me that I lost my shot at the UNITED STATES title to HUNTER RYAN at RAGE IN THE CAGE? How many times a day I get told that ROXY was a stronger asset to THE PROPHECY than I could ever be? Hell, people like to throw my mountain of losses in my face and ignore the fact that I’m probably top 3 all time in wins for women in the XWF. That’s the kind of crap that annoys me more than a RYAN brother, and that’s saying something. Here’s the thing though… this?

She motions towards her WORLD title on her shoulder.

MIA: Well, this is something none of you can ever take away from me.

There’s wild applause from the German fans, and even more support from JAMES RAVEN who sits in the corner against the turnbuckle.

MIA: I didn’t win because I took it from behind, which I did, or because I like deepthroating the boss, which I do… I won this because at BAD MEDICINE, I was the best. I won this because I busted my ass. I won this because I’m MIA FUCKING SANCHEZ… and unfortunately for you, you’re not. I’m not delusional, I know that I probably won’t hold this belt for RANMA-like lengths of time… hell, it could belong to someone else after LEAP OF FAITH, or even before then… but until that happens, I’ll wear it proudly. I’m MIA SANCHEZ, I’m your WORLD champion, and if you don’t like it… you can shut your damned mouths, because you haters don’t have a leg to stand on anymore.

The crowd cheers for MIA again, her loudest pop yet, and “HARDER TO BREATH” begins to play once more. MIA however, isn’t finished.

MIA: Hold up, what the hell is this… the Academy Awards? Don’t play me off, I’ll be finished when I fucking say that I’m finished. Stop the music, and play that other track!

What the hell is MIA talking about? What other track? The MAROON FIVE song cuts abruptly, and after a few moments of silence, a new and unfamiliar song begins to play.

“Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars… I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now!”

The curtain atop the stage opens up, and out step CENTURION with his XTREME title belt, OREN with the two halves of the TAG TEAM titles, and the recently returned ROXY NOVA. The three of them applaud MIA politely, and they make their way down the ramp towards the ring as the fans cheer wildly.

“Alright, lets pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen,
lets pretend things would have been no different
pretend he procrastinated had no motivation
pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin they could blow away with the wind
marshall you’re never gonna make it makes no sense to play the game there ain’t no way that you’ll win
pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends
pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend
and it wasn’t time to move and schools were changing again
he wasn’t socially awkward and just strange as a kid
he had a father and his mother wasn’t crazy as shit
and he never dreamed he could rip stadiums and just lazy as shit”

The three superstars climb into the ring to join MIA and JAMES as the music fades out and a single, solitary word appears on the X-TRON.

PROPHECY

JAMES steps to the front of the group, a wide smile on his face as he takes the microphone back from MIA and motions to the four super stars behind him.

JAMES: We’re baa-aaack!

The crowd pops, arguably the loudest of the entire night, and everyone in the ring is all smiles as they slap hands.

JAMES: Alright, we know that it wasn’t exactly a secret, but it didn’t need to be, did it? Let’s face it, we are THE PROPHECY and the PROPHECY is us… if you have the four founding members in the company, odds are the official announcement is just a week or two away. The kicker is that like a fine wine, we get better with age… a year ago, we would hold one or two belts, and call it a day, but now? Well… the champions list in this company is basically a membership sheet for us.

He motions to his own UNIVERSAL title, eliciting a loud applause from the fans, and then he motions to MIA’s strap which earns another. CENTURION pats his belt confidently, and OREN throws his TAG titles high in the air. What an impressive collection of gold, this group has four of the six championships in the company under their sole control!

JAMES: Just wait, XWF… if you were a PROPHECY fan before, you ain’t seen nothing yet. CENTURION, the XWF LEGEND, OREN, the star of the future, JAMES and MIA, your champions of today… and of course, the best manager in the game, ROXY NOVA!

More applause. JAMES makes his way over to ROXY, handing the microphone over to ROXY, who prepares to speak on XWF television for the first time in what has to be close to a year. When was the last time we saw her in action?

ROXY: Well damn… I get the feeling you guys missed me? Don’t applaud for that, I already know the answer. I want to thank JAMSEY WAMSEY here for bringing me back into the fold, I’ll admit that I missed it a little bit, but here’s the thing… this time around, I won’t be comp-

“We are party people, We are what you call self made party monsters, So welcome to the bar!”

PARTY MONSTERS by the KOTTON MOUTH KINGS blares on the speakers. NO! Here he comes, “THE FRANCHISE” DYNAMIC DYNAMITE! The XWF LEGEND storms out onto the ramp, the Berlin fans shocked to see him… why the hell is he interrupting? He points down at the newly reassembled PROPHECY, rage burning in his eyes.

DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: YOU! You stupid fucking bitch!

Before he can say anything else, JAMES steps in front of his partners, pulling the microphone away from ROXY and shouting at the ZERO CONFROMITY member who doesn’t budge from the stage.

JAMES: Get the hell out of here, ANTHONY. You lost, MIA’s the WORLD champion and you need to get over it. Stop dwelling in the past and move on, if you want a rematch with her at LEAP OF FAITH, we might be able to work something out but now is not the time or place for-

DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: SHUT THE FUCK UP RAVEN!!! I could care less about your whore and the title right now… I’m not here for either. I’m here for her!

Suddenly, everyone realizes that his finger isn’t pointed at MIA at all, and it slowly dawns on everyone who he is calling out. ROXY looks around, then points at herself in surprise as DYNAMIC DYNAMITE just nods his head.

DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: That’s right, ROXY, you! At BAD MEDCINE, you made me look like a jack ass… you caught me off guard, and you embarrassed me. IT WASN’T FAIR! You and MIA both know that neither of you can stand toe to toe with me on even ground, and so you had to sneak in from the crowd and cost me my revenge? If I had seen you coming, you wouldn’t have stood a chance, and you know it!

ROXY nods her head and laughs softly, which only further infuriates DYNAMIC DYNAMITE.

DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: Yeah! Keep laughing, bitch! You know it’s true! Hell, I’ll prove it… I’m out here to challenge you one on one next week on ANARCHY. ROXY NOVA vs. THE FRANCHISE, and I’ll prove that what you did to me at BAD MEDICINE was a god damned fluke!

The crowd explodes in support of the idea, but JAMES quickly shakes his head and waves off the idea.

JAMES: Sorry, D.D. but before you can and queefed all over this little presentation, ROXY was about to announce that she was done competing. We brought her back as a manager, as a non-active manag-

He’s cut off as ROXY snatches the mic away from him and steps towards the ropes, glaring at DYNAMIC DYNAMITE.

ROXY: You know, I was never really satisfied with the way I walked away last time. I mean, a few disappointing losses capped off by a lack luster win over BRIAN CADY? That’s not the way I want to be remembered by any stretch of the imagination. Maybe another match wouldn’t be a terrible idea… but we’re going to do it right. This isn’t happening on ANARCHY, after I haven’t trained in months. If we do this, it’s at LEAP OF FAITH… call me HOWIE MANDELL, D.D., but deal, or no deal?

THE FRANCHISE thinks it over for a minute, then speaks a single word.

DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: Deal.

He throws the microphone down on the stage, then turns and stomps backstage once more. DYNAMIC DYNAMITE and ROXY NOVA at LEAP OF FAITH! I LOVE IT! ROXY turns back to her friends who laugh and speak words of encouragement, and THE PROPHECY throw their hands up together in the center of the ring, celebrating with the fans as the camera fades out.

We go backstage where we see doctors and trainers in the trainer's room attending to someone. There are too many people around the person so the camera cannot see who it is. We then hear some yelling and screaming and we finally see that it is none other than PETER GILMOUR on the table. The trainers are checking on Peter's ankle. The same ankle that was hit with a crowbar by a mysterious man in army camouflage. PETER grimaces in pain as the doctors look at it. The doctor who is looking at the ankle is of German decent and tells PETER that it's broken. PETER seems confused.

PETER GILMOUR: What the hell did he just say?

TRANSLATOR: He said it looks to be broken.

PETER GILMOUR: Bullshit! It's fine. Just tape it up and let me find that bastard who did this to me.

The doctors begin to tape Peter him after removing the ice pack that was on the ankle. We then see STEVE SAYORS come into the scene. STEVE pushes his way past the trainers and tries to get a word with PETER.

STEVE SAYORS: PETER, quick question.

PETER GILMOUR: Get the fuck out of here SAYORS!

STEVE SAYORS: But PETER, I just need your reaction to what just happened out there with DR. EMO, ZERO CONFORMITY and that masked man who attacked you. Do you know who it could be?

PETER thinks for a minute then gets off the table. He grimaces a bit as the camera shows him with a slight limp. It appears PETER can't put any weight on his right foot. He has to hold onto the table so he doesn't fall flat on his back.

PETER GILMOUR: First of all, FUCK DR. EMO! And as far as the masked man goes, I think I have a clue and he is a dead man!

PETER looks right into the camera.

PETER GILMOUR: I know who you are. Why do you have to hide behind a stupid mask for huh? Why don't you face me like a man you coward? You want to take me out? Sorry you didn't put me down. It will take a whole lot more than a piece of shit crowbar to take the Lone Wolf down. You want to fight me you coward? Next week, after I DESTROY DR. EMO, I'm going to call your ass out to my ring and I am going to rip that mask off and show the world who you really are. I am going to embarrass you in front of everyone in Paris. You want a war, you got a war. PETER GILMOUR versus the world! Next week, as an old friend of mine once said, THE HUNT IS ON!

Peter laughs wickedly as he limps out of the trainers room. We fade to commercial.

It is now time for the main event and these German's cannot wait. The synth introduction to Schizophrenia by brokeNCYDE begin to play through the O2 World, which signals that one of the most hated men in the XWF is entering the arena. Thunderous boos vibrate all around the arena as these fans know how to make there voices heard. R.J. Palmer steps out on stage in his wrestling gear and has no emotion shown on his face. Not his usual cocky or mad expressions, it's just blank.

“ONE TWO! WE'RE COMING FOR YOU! THREE FOUR! LOCK YOUR DOOR! FIVE SIX! SUCK ON MY DICK!”

He walks down the ramp and ignores everyone, defiantly not himself right now. He gets to the steel steps and step by step walks up them and then stands on the ring apron with his hand on the top rope looking around the entire arena. Glaring at the sea of people he not just dislikes, but hates. He steps through the middle and top rope and walks over to the ring announcer and snatches the microphone off him and stands in the centre of the ring until his music stops playing.

PALMER: Hahahaha!

He begins to break out in laughter much like he did at Bad Medicine and then hits himself in the forehead with the microphone, not to hard, but hard enough for it to make loud bangs around the arena.

PALMER: You know, I am about this close to quitting this company, and it is all because of JAMES fucking RAVEN.

The fans begin to cheer loudly at what PALMER just said.

PALMER: No, don't cheer for that! You'll all miss me when I am gone and like me, will all get sick of RAVEN'S antics pretty soon! For example. Last night I was in a grueling no disqualification match and had my body broken in half and blood dripping from my mouth like a zombie, and blood coming out your mouth is a sign of internal bleeding! Yet I have been put in a match with TRENT GEIN, who has the nickname, THE BUTCHER! THE BUTHCER for Christ sake!! And where are the members of THE TRIBE or PROPHECY or whatever the hell they want to call themselves? Well... They have the night off, don't they? How bullshit it that? I almost feel compelled to poison them. Shit, the entire roster better just hope that I don't make a drink that I'll cleverly name the Jim Jones cocktail. Or I can just ask you people how to exterminate everyone. After all, you German's proved that you have a knack for that kind of stuff in World War 2. Hail Hitler.

Intense boos are being directed towards PALMER as he stands in the ring with a smirk.

PALMER: I'm just messing with all you German's, I'm just trying to blow off some steam. Destroying TRENT isn't going to be enough, I don't think. But we'll just have to see about that.

Palmer throws the microphone up in the air for the ring announcer to catch and walks around the ring and waits for TRENT.

The arena lights begin flashing five alarm red as a chain saws rev over the speakers, and “NOTHING TO GEIN” by MUDVAYNE blares over the speakers… HERE HE COMES!!! THE BUTCHER OF PLAINSFIELD, TRENT GEIN!

“Cold and silent, soiled face I will wash it all away, With my love, That's all she's ever needed, from me, It's my time, to mother, One of my own in my life, I am so alone, left with no one In my life, I'm so alone”

The 6’5” GEIN steps out onto the stage, accompanied by his manager THE DIRECTOR, making his way down towards the ring. GEIN is one of the few men in professional wrestling who can try and tear someone apart with a chainsaw one week, sodomize the corpse of your mother another week, and then be cheered the week after that, and tonight is no exception as the fans applaud the XWF LEGEND on his way down to the ring.

“Life submissiveness, Hypnotizing the ignorant a little boy's best friend's always his mother, At least that's what she said, Life of a simple man, Taught that everyone else is dirty, And their love is meaningless, I'm just a soiled dirty boy, I'm just a soiled dirty boy!”

GEIN finally reaches the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and standing quickly to his full height. The referee looks at him, slightly nervous, then he looks across at RJ. Here we go, tonight’s main event is underway!

- - Standard Match - -

RJ is primed ready and focus on one side of the ring as TRENT GEIN stands, calm, cool and collected on the opposite side of the ring. The bell rings and these two men lock up in the middle of the ring, both men trying to garner themselves an advantage over there opponent. GEIN, the veteran, forces the young gun, RJ, back against the ring ropes before releasing the hold and driving several hard right hands square into RJ’S mid-section. GEIN whips PALMER off the ring ropes and catches him coming back with a huge clothesline that takes PALMER down to the mat with a thud. PALMER cowers back in the corner, using the ring ropes to pull himself up, as TRENT flexes his huge muscles on the opposite side of the ring. RJ shakes it off before charging at GEIN and trying to spear him back into the corner but GEIN weighs himself down and stops the move before it can ever really get going then drives his forearm straight into RJ’S back. TRENT grabs RJ by the hair and chucks him back into the corner before driving his shoulders into PALMER’ gut several times over and follows up by whipping him in the opposing corner with an Irish Whip. RJ bounces out of the corner and uses his momentum to launch himself at GEIN, taking him down with a big flying clothesline. RJ climbs to his feet as GEIN rolls around, clasping his chest, and RJ follows up his first big move with a few stomps to GEIN’S back and chest. As GEIN rolls around in pain, the referee admonishes RJ who steps back and allows GEIN the time to get up too his feet. GEIN is almost to his feet when RJ charges him and drives a knee into the side of his head before dropping down and making a cover.

ONE!

GEIN kicks out. Not even close. RJ pulls GEIN up by the hair and drapes his throat across the middle rope and sits on his back and forces his throat onto the rope, choking him out as the referee counts, ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!! RJ releases the hold at four to avoid being disqualified and bounces off the ring ropes, catching GEIN with a dropkick to the back that sends GEIN crashing to the mat outside. RJ climbs to his own feet and leans over the ropes but does not exit the ring, just watches GEIN pull himself up using the guardrail and stay leaned against the rail for a moment or two, catching his breath. GEIN turns and locks eyes with RJ as he climbs the steps and re-enters the ring, not once taking his eyes off of his opponent. GEIN stands in the corner, staring straight through RJ, as the two slowly walk to meet in the middle of the ring when GEIN charges at RJ and catches him with a big boot to the jaw! GEIN drops an elbow across RJ’S chest and leans across him for the pin fall attempt.

ONE!

TW-

RJ gets a shoulder up. GEIN clambers up to a vertical base and heaves RJ PALMER up to his feet before lifting him up and dropping him down to the mat in a scoop slam. GEIN bounces himself off the ropes and goes for a standing senton but RJ manages to roll out of the way and quickly climbs on top of TRENT, laying into him with several hard punches flush to the jaw. GEIN shoves RJ off but RJ refuses to quit and repeats the feat, this time putting even more force into the punches than before which seems to daze GEIN. RJ jumps up and leaps up onto the middle rope before launching himself off and landing a big splash straight into a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

GEIN gets out at 2. RJ is up as GEIN shoves himself up and RJ begins beating GEIN with several hard right hands, setting him back against the ring ropes and leaving him dazed. RJ PALMER whips GEIN off the ropes and catches him coming back with a neck breaker which slams GEIN’S neck and back off the canvas. RJ stands over GEIN who is struggling to get too his feet and rolls over onto his gut before pushing himself too his feet and being pull in for a DDT but GEIN is able to counter out and he takes RJ down to the mat in a sidewalk slam before hooking the near leg!

ONE!

TWO!

RJ is able to kickout. As GEIN climbs to his feet, RJ rolls over to the ring ropes and pulls himself up, leaning against the ropes and waiting for GEIN to make a move. GEIN does make the move and charges at RJ like a bull but RJ uses the ropes to lift himself and catches GEIN with a boot flush on the chin. RJ hops off the ring ropes, leaps over GEIN and pulls him down and over in a sunset flip!

ONE!

TWO!

GEIN rolls out and hooks up both of RJ’S legs, lifting him into the air and dropping him down to the mat in a powerbomb! RJ looks out as GEIN makes another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

RJ throws his shoulder up as GEIN gains the closet fall of the match thus far. GEIN pulls himself up using the ring ropes and looks back towards the down RJ before grab him and attempting to pull him up but RJ quickly counters it straight into a small package!

ONE!

TWO!

T-

GEIN barely manages to escape and goes for a big punt to RJ’S jaw but RJ is able to avoid it. RJ kips up and catches GEIN with a spinning heel kick off his own, sending GEIN down to the mat and allowing RJ a second to regain his bearing. RJ grabs TRENT and lifts him up, shoving him back to the corner and then crushing him in it with several hard punches and then several even harder boots to the gut. RJ now lifts GEIN up and places him on the very top turnbuckle before head butting him in the jaw and then climbing up to the top rope himself. RJ catches GEIN with a few hard elbows to the side of the head and then sets him up for a superplex, but GEIN blocks it and refuses to budge. TRENT hits RJ in the ribs with a right hand and shoves him right off the top rope before leaping off the top rope himself and coming down with a splash... BUT RJ MOVES!! GEIN finds nothing but canvas. RJ hops up and quickly goes for an Oklahoma roll, but both men get caught up in the move, trying to get free, RJ slips out and catches GEIN flush with a knee to the jaw and both men lay out on the mat catching there breath. RJ is the first of the two to get too his feet but GEIN isn’t too far behind him and the two begin exchanging hard punches in the center of the ring. GEIN manages to garner an advantage over his foe, pounding him back against the ropes before nailing him with a stiff chop to the chest. A loud ‘Woo’ erupts throughout the arena and continues to flow as GEIN hits several more, each one louder and harder than the last one. GEIN whips RJ off the ring ropes and runs at him before slamming him down to the mat with a running sleeper drop and he drops on top off RJ in cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

PALMER rolls his shoulder out at after a two count. GEIN looks slightly frustrated at the youngsters’ sheer resilience in the ring as RJ is still going and almost too his feet when TRENT grabs him by the hair and pulls him into the middle of the ring, setting him up in a front-waist lock, but RJ counters out and hits GEIN with a thunderous Super kick. RJ drops too the mat as does GEIN and PALMER slowly crawls over towards the lifeless body of GEIN and slings an arm across him!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

GEIN kicks out at two and a half. RJ is on his knees as he begins to get up and keeps his eyes on the down GEIN who has rolled onto his gut and is now trying to push himself up. RJ is now up as GEIN forces himself to his feet and walks into a boot to the gut from RJ who lines GEIN up for a kick to the side of the head but GEIN ducks underneath it and takes RJ down in an Impaler DDT. GEIN rolls PALMER over onto his back and drops his body across RJ’S, hooking up the far leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

NO!! RJ got a shoulder up! GEIN storms up too his feet looking rather pissed off and he lifts PALMER up, knees him in the gut and takes him down in a Piledriver. This time, GEIN does not cover and just pulls RJ back up before driving him down to the mat with ANOTHER Piledriver!! GEIN screams out that it’s the end and he climbs to the top rope of his own accord and slaps his elbow pad several times before jumping off the top rope with a diving elbow..... CRASH!! GEIN GETS NOTHING BUT CANVAS!! RJ is up as GEIN gets too his own feet, holding that elbow, and TRENT GEIN turns around straight into xMOSHx!! The whiplash effect off that move sends chills down GEIN’S spine and RJ steps backwards before leaning up against the ring ropes and holding his neck which is obviously still hurting. RJ does not go for the cover and, much like GEIN, it looks like he wants to cause more damage before he goes for the pin as he raises GEIN up too his feet. RJ holds TRENT up as he looks very woozy and boots him in the gut before lifting him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position before slamming him down to the mat with a huge evenflow DDT! GEIN’S face crashes off the mat as RJ collapses back into the corner, pauses for a few moments and then jumps on top of his opponent in a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

GEIN GOT THE SHOULDER UP!! It was so close but only a two!! RJ couldn’t quite hook the leg up and he sits up thinking that that may well have been his undoing and he uses the ropes to get too his feet. PALMER now stands over the downed GEIN and then looks at the fans all around him who are all on there feet applauding both men’s efforts in this match so far and RJ nods his head in approval before grabbing up GEIN by the hair when all of a sudden...... THE PLAINSFEILD DDT!! OUTTA NOWHERE!!! RJ IS DOWN!!! GEIN COVERS!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

RJ KICKED OUT!! SOMEHOW RJ PALMER KICKED OUT OF THE PLAINSFEILD DDT!!! GEIN is in shock, the fans are in shock and I think even RJ is in shock!! GEIN climbs too his feet and gets right in the referee’s face, screaming at him that he just made a three count and that the match is over but the referee shouts straight back at him ‘two’. GEIN is near too tears as he looks back at RJ who is now too his knees and staring at GEIN with a smile on his face, waving GEIN to come on. He wants more!! Is he crazy?!?! GEIN smiles himself as he lifts RJ up and hits him with a hard right hand and RJ continues smiling. GEIN looks shocked!! He hits him with another right and the smile remains, then another right and another and another, but RJ just shakes his head and screams at GEIN.

RJ: IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!?

RJ shoves GEIN backwards and GEIN charges him, going for a HUGE spear..... BUT RJ MOVES AND GEIN CRASHES INTO THE STEEL RING POST!! RJ calls for the end, pulls GEIN out of the corner and slams him to the mat-BOOM! ANOTHER xMOSHx!! GEIN IS DOWN AND OUT!!! RJ gets too his feet, shakes his head and wags his finger in the air before hooking GEIN up in hXc SUBMISSION!!! hXc SUBMISSION!!! GEIN IS OUT!! The referee checks his arm and when he sees GEIN is out he calls for the bell!! RJ HAS STOLEN ONE FROM GEIN!!!

WINNER:

RJ PALMER wins! The rookie continues his tear, taking down another LEGEND! Not to mention the same man he beat for the WORLD title, and without the help of THE TRIBE this time! PALMER makes his way over to the turnbuckle, climbing the ropes as the fans boo, but he doesn't give a damn. He flips off the fans with both hands, and continues to celebrate alone as the camera cuts backstage.