(Pyro rocks the arena as a hot Boise crowd erupts with the arrival of the XWF logo on the video wall. They roll the welcome mat out for MASSACRE in their hometown. The pyro ceases and a hush falls over them shortly thereafter as they wait to see what will occur. Will JON BROWN address the pay per view sendoff of CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY and the arrival of a Wednesday
renegade broadcast? Will it be JAMES RAVEN and the swerve perpetrated with the world title
scenario and Big Shank laying down? What about Centurion retaining United States gold or
Seth Stevens becoming a double champion? On the edge of their seats, they await the fallout
from Lord Of The Ring.)
...:::There Are Seven Deadly Sins, Captain::...
("Forever Zero" blisters throughout the arena, led by the charge of metal staple Dani Filth and 'The Ebony Dressed For Sunset' interlude. A lone figure, often referred to as faceless,
but in one night, given identity, steps out onto the entryway ramp. There is no pomp, no
circumstance. ENIGMA stands atop the entryway ramp, scouring the crowd. A contingent
erupts, showering him with a chorus of cheers straight from the heart of Boise. Yet another
contingent boos heavily, signs favoring RAGE, and CHAD, WITNESS and SPICE ONE present in
their hands, tee shirts worn proudly supporting their athlete of choice. Masked, cloaked
and with identity known only to himself, he folds his arms upon one another.)
...:::The Clock Is Ticking:::...
(John Travolta's quote continues the procession of introductory theme as ENIGMA begins down the entryway ramp towards the ring. The ring is covered in red, the carpet being rolled out
for this unknown that has been plucked from obscurity and ushered into the hall of the
mountain king, JOHN GAMBINO, who once again seeks to take his throne at X-Mas Xtreme.
ENIGMA stops at the bottom of the ramp and he turns his eyes to the right of the ring and
to the fans at ringside. The XWF has already jumped on top of marketing the victory, a
beautiful young woman at ringside wearing a shirt highlighting the LORD OF THE RING,
featuring images of the hearty competition from the broadcast. ENIGMA standing alone, being
featured prominently in the middle. He is handed a microphone. He starts up the ring steps,
stepping through the ropes before making his way to the center of the ring where applause
rings out once again. An XWF ring announcer is clapping as he pauses to take it all in, as
"Forever Zero" ceases and he now has to deliver a 'state of address' for the Idaho crowd.)
ENIGMA: People all click when the mortgage clears, all our fears will disappear. Now you go to bed, I'm stayin' here, I got another level that I wanna clear...
(Choosing to quote "Cells" from The Servant, the crowd is hushed by the obscurity of
ENIGMA'S opening quote.)
ENIGMA: I'd certainly like to introduce myself if that was plausible, but you see, I don't
have a Christian name, a birthright, certificate or anyway that I can identify myself to
you other than being a man who was offered an opportunity to compete in the confines of
this XWF ring. I was given an opportunity to succeed, a phone call made to JON BROWN, a
short time ago, a spot on the Impact roster and the right to ply my trade and try my hand
at this craft. Nothing differentiated me from KALVIN BROWN, or SETH STEVENS, or HUNTER RYAN, or RAGE or anyone else on the roster. I had my spot on the show I was to compete on
and I was presented the same opportunity as everyone else...the scuttlebutt was that the
LORD OF THE RING tournament was of grand design. It was the place to fall into the realm of
the forgotten or it was the place to immediately find deification in the competitive sense
with a victory. I was to be no different then anyone else who signed a contract to compete.
We all had the same chance and I simply capitalized on that opportunity. I fought hard and
I won...
(He pauses for a moment. The fans await what must surely come next. The faceless soul
reaches into his tights, drawing a cell phone out. He holds it up.)
ENIGMA: The media immediately had a field day with what happened. I don't have this number
listed under a given name, but I received a number of calls, saw highlights on a number of
broadcasts. There is already a tale of the tape, drawing the line in the sand as it relates
to the strengths and weaknesses of both JOHN GAMBINO and myself. They are making early
predictions, drawing conclusions and all the while, it truly hasn't sunk in yet. I was
informed that I will be competing on Anarchy...which should be rather curious in and of
itself, as the managerial force, CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY, has been put on another path because
of what transpired yesterday evening. I will now compete against athletes I have been
presented film of, athletes I've watched and even some I've already competed against. It's
a new arena to ply that very same trade all while building towards an opportunity that many
are commenting on already. That is the question you all must surely have this evening...will this virtual unknown, this man who comments time and again that he is without identity, will this outside force step into the house that men like LEE STONE, JEM WILLIAMS, STEVE JASON and the like built and best one of the all time greats in this sport...JOHN GAMBINO...taking the Universal Title as his own, his first title in the federation?
(Another pause. The cell phone is pocketed once again as the crowd ponders the question
with their reactions, supporting both the victory and defeat of ENIGMA at the hands of the
legendary competitor.)
ENIGMA: As with yesterday evening's outcome, I will not speculate, I will do what I know.
So many people love to write checks verbally, checks that bounce at their banking
destination. That isn't what makes for healthy competition. The greatest advantage I have
over everyone is that they know absolutely nothing about me. I have been the young man with
bill of his hat drawn down, sitting in the back of the school bus. I have been the red shirt
freshman who came off the bench at a crucial time following an injury, only to showcase
athleticism and garner a Heisman nomination. When questioned about my true desires, my
pursuits, my endgame, I have remained silent...short with my answers, not boisterous or
belligerent, but determined. I'm not going to stand here tonight and ask opinions of you,
it's your right as XWF fans to choose how you choose to view me...I am trying to view
myself. I'm not going to rundown JOHN GAMBINO or speak negatively about RAGE. If I need to
utilize those tools verbally or literally, I will do so if the need presents itself.
Tonight is to be about a new challenge set before me and before JOHN GAMBINO...tonight is
to be about the spirit of competition with the MASSACRE talent. Tonight is to about
questions answered from men like JAMES RAVEN, BOONDOCK SAINT and those who you've paid out
of pocket to see here tonight. I will not be a centerpiece for your coffee table, I will
not be the Presidential address that clogs your television screen for half an hour while
you seek to enjoy your broadcast of choice. I am here to nod my head...to show that I see
you all, not to showcase love and or hate, but to present myself to you, dressed to the
nines in the finest of silks competitively, an outfit I'll continue to wear throughout the
upcoming weeks leading to X-MAS XTREME and my matchup with JOHN GAMBINO. See what you will, react as you might...I am nameless, I am faceless, I am seeking what you all know, the name
to the reflection in the mirror...I am ENIGMA and I am...
("It's My Life" by Bon Jovi reverberates throughout the arena as ENIGMA is cut short. The
number one contender to the Universal title turns his attention to the entryway ramp as the
curtain is parted and out onto the entryway ramp steps NICK RYAN, shoulder plated with
freshly won tag team gold. Eyebrows are raised, an appearance questioned as the veteran
talent stands with a grin present upon his face. RYAN nods to those in attendance who
support him as he points to an "I Bathe In Initiative" sign held by one young lady in
particular. RYAN turns his gaze to the ring and to the Lord Of The Ring winner who must
surely be looking upon him with questions of his own, even though his gaze is hidden behind
the mask shrouding his appearance. RYAN heads down the entryway ramp and he stops just shy
of the ring apron before hopping up onto the apron, belt still intact, a fine display of
athleticism. RYAN is dressed in a pair of blue jeans with a black short sleeve shirt and
fresh black boots. He steps through the ropes and snaps his fingers at a ringside attendant
who presents him with a microphone.)
NICK RYAN: Allow me to be the first to welcome you to Massacre.
(ENIGMA nods his head, bringing his mic back up.)
ENIGMA: If I opted to wear a watch, I might have lost a bet to myself...this was in fact
quicker than I expected it to be.
(ENIGMA offers his hand to NICK RYAN, who seems perplexed by the motion.)
ENIGMA: You did what you set out to do last night, I did the same. Are we to leave it at
that or is there something else?
(The crowd is silent once again as NICK RYAN rubs his chin with his free hand while
grinning from ear to ear. He meets ENIGMA's hand with his own.)
NICK RYAN: A man of business principles. I like that. I respect it. I have my way of doing
things, you have your way...
ENIGMA: A goat if I recall...
NICK RYAN: That was one night. It served it's purpose.
(ENIGMA raises one hand in a back away motion.)
ENIGMA: Your business, but my business right now is to understand why NICK RYAN of The
Initiative and one half of the tag team champions is out here at this moment. But I believe
I already know the answer.
NICK RYAN: Is that so?
ENIGMA: Perhaps. How about you expand on that hypothesis for me?
(RYAN points to the tag title upon his shoulder.)
NICK RYAN: Five times now.
(ENIGMA with a stifled clap.)
ENIGMA: To be respected and commended.
(RYAN points to ENIGMA's shoulder.)
NICK RYAN: Naked, isn't it?
(ENIGMA nods.)
ENIGMA: It is. As I made reference to a few moments ago, that is the question that I will
answer here in a few short weeks. A question that JOHN GAMBINO is asking himself right now.
But what relevance does my engagement at X-Mas Xtreme have to do with NICK RYAN for that
matter?
NICK RYAN: Well while you're marking dates down in your calendar, why don't you keep one of
those open following X-mas Xtreme...a date that can be filled with a NICK RYAN/ENIGMA
universal title match.
(ENIGMA motions for calm as the crowd reacts accordingly.)
ENIGMA: One step at a time, I warned about not getting ahead of ourselves.
NICK RYAN: I'm not saying that it will happen, I'm only stating that if it does, I'd like
to be the first...
ENIGMA: You won't be the first. Whether it's a title match or a simple one on one, one
pin fall to an end match, I view every opportunity the same. Whether it's the unification of
the Motor City Killers before their fall and separation a week later, or whether it's a
quick 1,2,3 over a Chris Holiday...the ultimate end is what that match bell decides. The
antics utilized leading up to that point, the backstage facades, the politics of the
business, they are ends served, tools utilized by those who would use them...so let me ask
you this, since you've come out here and stated your purpose. If I did succeed against JOHN GAMBINO, if I can beat this legend...why should NICK RYAN be given an opportunity before a
competitor like a SPICE ONE, a RAGE, or say...another RYAN brother?
(The atmosphere once light, is now thick to the point of seperation by blade. NICK’S smile
fades, but only momentarily.)
NICK RYAN: Clever. I only came out here to ask for an opportunity, not to boast or brag, or
stake any claims, or to utilize my tools as you put it, to ruin this for you. What happens
outside of this ring between my brother and I, is business between the RYAN family as your
search for identity is your business...but since you've taken things in that direction, as
a veteran of the XWF, let me be the first to ask you what makes you any better than anyone
who has tried for that title before and failed?
(ENIGMA pauses for a moment. He prepares to answer, drawing the mic up, but he stops long
enough to point to the tag title belt on Nick's shoulder.)
ENIGMA: Let me not answer that and instead ask you a question if I might. As an athlete who
isn't a veteran of the XWF as you are, is that it?
(NICK is briefly confused.)
NICK RYAN: Is what it?
ENIGMA: Years in the business and that's all you can boast? Another tag title reign? Why
hasn't NICK RYAN used his valuable competitive tools to win singles gold? They're asking me
that question...if I can attain it, have they asked you the same question? How have you
answered?
(Nick keeps his composure. He points once again to the naked shoulder of ENIGMA.)
NICK RYAN: Take care of that problem first and then we can answer those questions for each
other...
(ENIGMA nods as NICK RYAN extends his hand this time.)
ENIGMA: Perhaps that will come to fruition and then we can do just that.
(ENIGMA prepares to loosen the handshake, but RYAN holds firm for a moment longer.)
NICK RYAN: And then maybe your first trip can be courtesy of a RYAN Ride...
ENIGMA: I don't know if the weather conditions will be favorable competitively for that
kind of travel, but again, we shall see...why don't you concern yourself with defending
that in the meantime while I concern myself with JOHN GAMBINO?
NICK RYAN: Fair enough...until then.
("It's My Life" by Bon Jovi hits the loud speakers once again as NICK RYAN releases the
handshake, leaving the ring shortly thereafter as ENIGMA stands in the ring for a moment
longer himself, observing the ringside crowd and those in attendance, contemplating his own
surroundings before the cameras pan to the back.)
The match starts with X EFFECT getting in a few right hands. MESSIER responds with an elbow to the jaw and a few chops. MESSIER sends X EFFECT into the ropes and again X EFFECT rolls out. MESSIER follows X EFFECT up the ramp and takes him out with a chest chop. MESSIER chops X EFFECT one more time and then throws him back in the ring. MESSIER hits a quick back suplex on X EFFECT. MESSIER chops X EFFECT in the corner and then follows that up with a few kicks to the gut. MESSIER ducks a clothesline attempt from X EFFECT and then catapults him into the corner. MESSIER rolls up X EFFECT, but only gets a two count. X EFFECT pulls the referee in front of him to block MESSIER’s attack. X EFFECT then launches MESSIER into the ring post shoulder first. X EFFECT gets up on the turnbuckle and comes down with an inverted DDT. X EFFECT hooks the leg, but only gets a two count. X EFFECT puts MESSIER on the bottom rope and he stands on his back to apply pressure. MESSIER attempts a comeback with some right hands, but X EFFECT stops it with a flying armbar. X EFFECT covers, but only gets a two count. X EFFECT locks on a sleeper and MESSIER eventually fights back with some elbows to the gut. MESSIER attempts to run at the ropes, but X EFFECT pulls him down by his hair and MESSIER hits the mat with impact. X EFFECT applies a headlock on MESSIER on the mat. MESSIER gets his foot on the bottom rope to break it up. MESSIER fights back with three big chest chops. The crowd starts a loud "X EFFECT" chant as MESSIER takes him out with a big side slam that gets some boo's. X EFFECT dodges a jumping side kick from MESSIER and MESSIER gets wrapped up on the top rope. X EFFECT plays to the crowd as the ref let's MESSIER out of the ropes. MESSIER grabs X EFFECT and connects with the Stunner! MESSIER covers... 1... 2...KICK OUT!! Both men are down and MESSIER is first up. MESSIER takes out X EFFECT with two clotheslines. MESSIER hits a quick suplex on X EFFECT, hooks the leg, but only gets a two count. MESSIER chops X EFFECT and almost gets a twist roll up on X EFFECT in the corner, but X EFFECT breaks it up. MESSIER then hits a big spinebuster on X EFFECT. MESSIER starts to warm up for some offensive and the fans in San Antonio start to boo him. MESSIER takes out X EFFECT with a big face first slam. MESSIER attempts the big boot, but X EFFECT dodges it and attempts the stunner, but MESSIER gets out of that sending X EFFECT to the corner. MESSIER punches X EFFECT a few times in the corner, but X EFFECT powerbombs MESSIER off the corner to the mat. X EFFECT covers, but only gets a two count. MESSIER is on the outside and X EFFECT grabs him. MESSIER drops X EFFECT’s chin off the top rope. MESSIER then goes up to the top and connects with a missile drop kick on X EFFECT. MESSIER covers, but X EFFECT gets his foot on the bottom rope after two. X EFFECT hits a thumb to the eye on MESSIER and then throws him to the outside. X EFFECT grabs MESSIER, but MESSIER sends X EFFECT into the ring post. MESSIER nails X EFFECT’s face off the steel steps and then rolls back in and out to break the count. What an outstanding match! MESSIER sends X EFFECT shoulder first into the steel steps, rolls in to break the count, the rolls back out!!
With the fans divided in their opinion, MESSIER looks coiled, waiting to strike as slowly X EFFECT picks himself up and unwittingly walks into position. As X EFFECT steps back, MESSIER leans over and locks on a dragon sleeper hold. But as soon as he felt in danger, X EFFECT slips out of the hold and whacks MESSIER in the breadbasket with a swift elbow. With his winded opponent now vulnerable behind him in a sitting position, X EFFECT climbs over the barricade and now stands in the space between two sets of seating in the front few rows. With yellow jerseyed event staff keeping the fans at a safe distance, X EFFECT places his head underneath MESSIER’S arm and climbs onto the barricade with him. The Angry Italian then hoists MESSIER into the air and falls backwards with him, dropping his opponent down hard on the concrete floor with a "Thud!".
Hardly concerned for their own safety, the fans around the scene where X EFFECT and MESSIER fell are frantically waving their arms and signs into view, trying to get on TV. Having suffered far less than his opponent, X EFFECT sat up. X EFFECT remained focused on MESSIER as well as the referee's count. Realizing he was at the six count mark already, X EFFECT hauled MESSIER's body off of the floor and tossed him back over the barricade, to ringside. With X EFFECT now in firm control, he tries to flip his opponent for the X Marks The Spot.. if he does, it’s all over for MESSIER!
After a few more seconds of struggling, X EFFECT yanks TROY into the air and drops him HARD!! It’s all over!!
Sensing blood, X EFFECT drags MESSIER back to his feet and casually sets him up for a final suplex. It's all a bit too casual though and MESSIER counters the suplex by flipping behind X EFFECT and bulldogging the big man down. The fans are brought back into the match as MESSIER gets in a couple more consecutive moves before whipping X EFFECT into the ropes. MESSIER catches X EFFECT on the rebound with a stiff kick to the gut, bending him and planting the Italian with a jackknife powerbomb. Scraping X EFFECT off the mat, MESSIER tries to hoist his opponent into the air, only for the Italian to counter. Now behind MESSIER, X EFFECT delivers a huge suplex. MESSIER is knocked goofy! X EFFECT gets up and pulls the groggy MESSIER to his feet.. X Marks The Spot!! X EFFECT just bulldozed MESSIER out of his shoes!! MESSIER’s shoulders are down for the count... 1.. 2.. THREE!!
WINNER: “X EFFECT” BRIAN CADY
As BRIAN CADY leaves the ring. CHAD makes his way out to ringside with JAMES RAVEN. The fans are cheering the new champ, but not as loudly as they used to. CHAD works to get the crowd pumped for the champ as they are now in the ring.
CHAD: Ladies and gentlemen, your NEW XWF WORLD CHAMPION.. JAMES.. RAVEN!!!
The crowd has little change, other than the addition of some boos. A discouraged RAVEN takes the mic from the GM.
RAVEN: CHAD, I have to say, there's a problem here.
CHAD: What could possibly be wrong, JAMES? You’re the new WORLD CHAMPION for crying out loud.
RAVEN: I know, technically I am. But it doesn't feel that way. I mean, how the hell is it that I’m doing my "inauguration" on MASSACRE, and not on my own damn show? How is it possible that I’m the champ when I didn’t actually beat BIG SHANK, and how is it possible that I’m at my ceremony, AND I DON’T HAVE THE FREAKING TITLE!?!?!
CHAD: Wait, so when SHANK ran away with it, you never got it back?
RAVEN: HELL NO!!! SHANK ran like a little bitch, and that’s just not going to fly. I want it back, and I want it now. SHANK, bring your ass out here.
Almost on cue, the lights in the arena start to flicker and “THE ANTIDOTE” by Story Of The Year echoes throughout the arena. RAVEN turns to the entranceway and removes his jacket, ready for a fight. He looks, but SHANK never appears.
The flickering lights suddenly turn to a spotlight and it dances around the arena before settling on the upper deck of the TACO BELL ARENA. Standing amongst a sea of fans, surrounded by a few XWF bodyguards, is THE BIG SHANK wearing his logo t-shirt and jeans. He holds the XWF WORLD TITLE in his right hand and a microphone in his left hand.
RAVEN: I want my title SHANK, give it back to me...now.
SHANK: How we doing Jackson? Feeling vindicated yet?
RAVEN: I’ll show you vindication, get down here and face me like a man.
SHANK: No no no. I can’t do that. You see, if I come down there, you’re going to hit me. It might hurt. Then I’m going to have to hit you back, all out anarchy will ensue, and that doesn’t sound like a lot of fun to me.
RAVEN: You can’t hide forever.
SHANK: That’s what you’re missing, I don’t have to hide. This is MONDAY NIGHT MASSACRE. This is MY playground. This isn’t some Thursday night joke of a show where LEGENDS like CENTURION and KORE live off of their golden days gone by. This isn’t where DOMESTIC ABUSERS like you run loose beating up on their significant others. This is where REAL LEGENDS like JOHN GAMBINO and DANIEL MALCOLM get it done week in and week out. This is where we compete with ratings with the likes of the NFL and the NBA.
RAVEN: What in the hell is that supposed to mean?
SHANK: This is where we print the money, JEREMIAH. This is where the ACTION NEVER SLOWS DOWN!
The crowd explodes with the comments of THE BIG SHANK!
SHANK: Most importantly, this is my stomping grounds. The fans here are the best in the world. They don’t respond to serial killer wannabes like you. They respond to real hard working honest go God type men – like me.
RAVEN: Yeah, I’m sure your right. Who wouldn’t respect you? Who wouldn’t respect a man that threw a match, a man that gave up, and a man that sacrificed the most prestigious belt around right now. You aren’t a champion for them, you’re a disgrace.
SHANK: I told you JESTER. This title doesn’t mean nearly as much to me as it does to you. You and I both know that you won the match last night, but you don’t FEEL like you won anything. I wonder who is bothered more by all of this. Is it me for losing the title that I’m still holding? Or is it you who seems to slip away from sanity faster than an Alzheimer’s patient?
RAVEN: You leave my "sanity" out of this. As long as the XWF doesn’t suspend me for mental instability, I don’t think it’s any of your damn business. The only thing you have to worry about is actually facing me... like a man instead of a little bitch. Lets settle this once and for all.
SHANK: It’s not that easy, JIMMY. Nothing with me ever is. We both want the chance to prove once and for all, who the better man is. And we’re going to EARN it. This month is the X-MAS X-TREME tournament. The winners from the MASSACRE and the ANARCHY bracket get to face off against each other next month in the ultimate battle of supremacy. This time, we’re going to earn the right to get another crack at each other. This time, there’s no guaranteed rematch. I’ll make you a deal. The last I checked, we’re both the number one seeds in our respective brackets. If you can luck-sack your way through your end of the bracket, I GUARANTEE I will be waiting for you on the other side. As far as your title goes, you know where to find me. Take it from me. Maybe this time you’ll actually deserve it.
RAVEN: That doesn’t sound so bad to me.
SHANK: I was hoping you would say that, but I think we should make this really interesting. I’m going to give you a chance to do the one thing that will really REALLY make you happy. I’m going to give you the chance to chase me out of the XWF FOREVER!
RAVEN: I’m listening…
SHANK: I’m willing to make an accord. If I physically harm you in any way between now and the finals of this tournament, I’m gone. I’ll walk out of the XWF and you’ll never hear from me again. BUT…if you harm me, I get something from you.
RAVEN: A coupon book to your local Burger King? Good for one free small burger with the purchase of a second burger of equal or greater value?
SHANK: While that does sound tempting, no. If you physically harm me, I get a date with…MIA SANCHEZ!
RAVEN: Are you kidding me? Why in Gods name would that be what you picked? Not the World title, not my retirement, not anything like that... but a date with my girlfriend? Are you kidding me?
SHANK: You can’t possibly be that dense. Have you seen her? She’s freakin’ smoking. THAT, and it’s something else I’m taking from you that you can’t have. One of us might actually treat her right. It’ll be a cold day in hell when I hit her the way you did. Whaddya say, RYAN? Are you finally going to be willing to risk it all?
RAVEN: I’ve been willing to risk it all since the day I first stepped foot in the ring. I’m game Shank. I’m ready, and I’m waiting. Now give me my title back.
BIG SHANK looks at the title, and then shakes his head, smiling from ear to ear. He disappears back through the crowd and out of sight as RAVEN stands, fuming in the ring and CHAD stands by in shock.
CHAD: What just- Why did you- But she- I hate this place...
The shot cuts to TRENT GEIN himself, sitting in his locker room watching SETH STEVENS on the monitor. He just shakes his head in disbelief at the newcomers bravado..
The shot cuts outside TRENT GEIN'S locker room, where SHADOW WARRIOR is standing in silence. As the lights inside go out, he slides inside.
As the lights come up TRENT GEIN is laying on the floor bleeding.
SHADOW WARRIOR: TRENT we have a little problem. You have my #1 contenders match. I want it next week on Massacre. Your number one contendership on the line in a match we here like to call a TOOLS OF THE TRADE LADDER MATCH. I want the title contendership match to live up to the “X-Treme” name so therefore this stipulation is going to be set.
SHADOW WARRIOR kicks TRENT GEIN in the face a couple more times before turning and walking out of the locker room. TRENT stumbles to his knees and grabs a chair for support as the shot cuts back to the arena floor.
The referee in the ring signals for the start of the match and the bell sounds throughout the arena. The two don't waste anytime as the match starts. ASYLUM goes for a few punches as SPICE ONE goes for a grapple. He's so close ASYLUM can't get any real power behind his blows. Before he can do something else, SPICE ONE gets a hold of him and sends him crashing with a painful T-bone suplex. Not even giving him time to even squirm, SPICE ONE leaps high into the air, dropping an elbow into ASYLUM’s sternum. SPICE ONE poses for the fans a few seconds as they give a decent pop for him, showing that a buzz is building for this mysterious newcomer. SPICE ONE pays no attention though and drags ASYLUM up. He hits ASYLUM a few times with some quick jabs. He then follows it up with a knee to the gut and an elbow to the base of the skull. ASYLUM drops to his knees, reaching for his aching head. SPICE ONE takes a step back, catching ASYLUM in the side of the head with a brutal Spinning Back Kick. ASYLUM grunts in pain as he slumps motionless to his back and SPICE ONE climbs on top of him, hooking a leg for the cover... 1.. 2.. ASYLUM powers out! SPICE ONE goes for another Spinning Back Kick, but ASYLUM catches his leg and drives him to the canvas with a dragon screw. With the fans behind his hopeful second wind, ASYLUM hauls SPICE ONE up and whips him to the ropes. SPICE ONE comes back from the ropes and suddenly dives downward at ASYLUM’s legs. ASYLUM sidesteps however, but SPICE ONE still manages to clip his opponent's left calf. As ASYLUM drops to one knee in pain, SPICE ONE boots him in the face quite hard, dropping ASYLUM all the way. SPICE ONE leaps into the air, bringing his elbow down hard. But at the last second, ASYLUM rolls out of the ring, SPICE ONE's elbow driving harmlessly into the mat. ASYLUM is up quickly searches under the ring, taking out a steel chair with a small smirk. The ASYLUM slides into the ring and raises his weapon high, stopping himself when he sees that it's empty. He turns around, half expecting a predictable missile dropkick from the turnbuckle behind him, but SPICE ONE is not there either. Aggravated, the challenger gets out of the ring and starts searching for his opponents, just about all the fans smiling because they know where SPICE ONE went of to. Walking along the ring carefully, ASYLUM checks around each corner cautiously, still not seeing one. He slams the chair against a turnbuckle in rage, yelling for SPICE ONE to show himself. Suddenly from under the ring, SPICE ONE's arms shoot out, grabbing ASYLUM’s ankles! With a yell of surprise, ASYLUM is pulled hard, falling face first and losing his grip on the chair. With the fans laughing and cheering, SPICE ONE climbs out from under the ring and climbs on top of ASYLUM, beating the back of his head with his knuckles. After several strong shots that seem to have subdued ASYLUM, SPICE ONE slides the chair under his opponents chin. Grabbing ASYLUM by the hair on the back of his head, SPICE ONE harshly slams ASYLUM into the unforgiving steel several times in quick succession, topping it off with three extremely hard slams that make a gong-like sound throughout the now silent arena. Satisfied with his handy work, SPICE ONE drags ASYLUM up. Without warning SPICE ONE's opponent drives an elbow into his stomach, then his sternum, and a third one into his abdomen once again. His lungs empty of air, SPICE ONE somehow manages to kick the steel chair away as ASYLUM makes a grab for it. ASYLUM curses as the chair slides out of his reach. ASYLUM curses again, spinning surprisingly fast to club SPICE ONE in the chin with a double axe handle. He slumps back, only able to stay on his feet by leaning against the apron. ASYLUM rushes forward, driving a knee into SPICE ONE's already hurting stomach. With an "Oof!" from SPICE ONE, ASYLUM rolls his opponent back into the ring. Since this is a no disqualification match, the referee can do nothing but stand back away from the fighting and await another chance to make that three count. Taking all the time he wants and needs, ASYLUM climbs back into the ring. He bounces back into the ropes, coming off them with dropkick to the downed SPICE ONE's side. ASYLUM drags an almost completely limp SPICE ONE up to his feet and starts yelling at him. A strong backhand to his chin sends SPICE ONE stumbling, ASYLUM painfully driving his face into the mat with a Facebuster. SPICE ONE is pulled up against his will again, and ASYLUM slips in behind him, locking his arms around SPICE ONE's waist. But he shoots back an elbow into ASYLUM’s face, causing his nose to start lightly bleeding. ASYLUM releases the hold to reach to his nose, inspecting the trace amounts of red blood on his fingertips. SPICE ONE is a little more productive, however, and catches ASYLUM in the throat with a spinning elbow. SPICE ONE quickly follows this up with hard right hand that sends ASYLUM reeling back, trying to grasp his aching trachea as if it would relieve some of the pain. SPICE ONE leaps into the air, catching ASYLUM in the chest with another big kick! ASYLUM collapses to his back, clutching at his chest when SPICE ONE heads to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle!!
(The SPICE ONE win)
SPICE ONE leaps into the air, crashing down on top of ASYLUM and pinning him for a cover... ONE.. TWO.. THREE!! SPICE ONE WINS!!
WINNER: SPICE ONE
Suddenly “BOW DOWN” by WESTSIDE CONNECTION begins to play. A video package highlighting “SINISTER” SETH STEVENS begins to play on the X-Tron. The Massacre audience is stunned by the appearance of the only current double champion on the XWF Roster, IMPACT’S own SETH STEVENS.
SETH steps out on to the stage decked out in a pair of faded dress jeans, a white tank top, with a navy blue sport coat. Over his right shoulder is the XWF X-TREME CHAMPIONSHIP and over his left shoulder is the XWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. Pyro begins to explode at the top of the ramp. SETH hoists up both Championships as the crowd roars with boos. STEVENS lowers the belts before sauntering down towards the Massacre ring.
SETH makes his way up the steel steps entering the ring through the top and middle ropes. His music fades out as he is handed a microphone. He removes the Championships from his arms before laying them down on the mat.
SETH STEVENS: Ladies and gentleman, my name is SETH STEVENS and I am the new corner stone of the XWF!
The crowd boos louder.
SETH STEVENS: None of you have to like it, but there isn't anything you can do about it!...
Boos grow louder as SETH continues.
SETH STEVENS: Last night was perhaps the single greatest moments in my entire professional career.. not only did I walk out of Bronco Stadium a double champion, as I said I would.. but I also opened the eyes of every single person within the confines of this company. Now I'm not going to stand out here and take up to much of your time. I come to Massacre to deliver a real simple message to TRENT GEIN and the rest of THE DYNASTY..
SETH slowly paces back and forth in the ring as he continues.
SETH STEVENS: For starters.. BRADY ANDERSON..
SETH stops pacing and looks intently into the camera.
SETH STEVENS: Take this for what it's worth.. I DO NOT, and WILL NOT be talked down to by someone of your stature. Let's make one thing crystal clear.. you may be “The Boss” but I'm the man who stands before you wearing TWO Championships, and like last night and how you warned me; consider this yours. IF YOU EVER TALK DOWN TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN I WILL BITCH SLAP YOU!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the statement.
SETH STEVENS: You came to me.. I didn't come begging to you. If you don't want me in this little “group” then I don't have to be because ultimately I will be successful with or without you.
SETH pauses for a brief second.
SETH STEVENS: Which brings me to a man who I not only defeated for the X-Treme Championship, but a man who just last night earned the right to face yours truly.. TRENT GEIN.
The crowd cheers the name of TRENT.
SETH STEVENS: TRENT.. I have to be honest. I'm glad you won last nights Number One Contender match, I'm glad that this means that you and I get to dance in the middle of this ring because honestly I would rather embarrass between the ropes then on an X-TREME board. It seems to me that BRADY pretty much demanded I give you a return match for the X-Treme Championship, perhaps he wasn't paying attention to the show last night or else he wouldn't have demanded something you already EARNED!... I will take you up on your offer TRENT, but before you go off doing the happy dance let's make things perfectly clear.. You want to play, we play by MY RULES, and when I beat you AGAIN.. I'll be sure to have a pack of pampers, a nice rattle, and a crib for you to play in because we all know that you'll be acting like biggest baby on the face of the planet.. So consider yourself on notice TRENT.. I'm coming, and I'm coming to kick your ASS!
STEVENS drops the microphone as his music hits again. He picks up his championships and exits the ring making his way backstage.
As SETH makes his way back, fireworks exploding at the entrance ramp and the ring posts. The entire arena is lit up as the Massacre logo is seen on the X-TRON. It begins to disappear under blood that begins to cover the logo. Suddenly, “Voices” by Rev Theory begins to play. The crowd is on their feet as they wait to see who is coming out. The lights in the arena go out and a huge fireball erupts from the center of the ramp. There is now a circle of fire and from underneath, rises a figure. He has his head down and does not look up until he is completely out. As the lights come on slowly the fans can see that it is none other than FAMINE OF THE VILE! The crowd cheers and screams for the dark king as he walks slowly down to ringside holding his half of the tag team gold. The flash of cameras from the entire arena are damn near blinding as people snap away at the chance to take a pic of the darkest and deadliest superstar in the XWF.
Famine makes his way down and then proceeds to enter the ring and grab a mic. He stands there as the crowd is still on their feet cheering for him and will not sit down. He slowly lifts the mic to his lips and begins to speak.
FAMINE: Last night……I told BOONDOCK SAINT……That he would be the first person to suffer at my hands…….But I lied!
What does he mean? He specifically said he was going after SAINT.
FAMINE: BOONDOCK SAINT is NOT the first man I wanted to destroy. The person I wanted to destroy was someone whom people see as a thorn at my side. The reason I was the man I was before. But now……..Now things are different and it’s time for a change. I have realized that my destiny is not as a comedic, pathetic waste of skin. My destiny is to bring back the days of old where I would torture, torment and destroy. I have realized that this is who I really am. My thirst for blood has returned. And now it’s time to deal with the task at hand. The man I wanted to destroy and get rid of once and for all is this man……
Suddenly, something starts coming down from the rafters. It looks like a cross and someone is tied to it…..OH MY GOD! IS THAT?? IS THAT NICK RYAN?! As the cross makes it’s way down to the ring people take photos and can now see that it is in fact NICK RYAN. NICK is tied up with his half of the tag titles on his waist. NICK’S mouth is taped up and he is seen screaming but can’t be heard. FAMINE walks over and takes the tape off.
NICK: What the F*** are you doing FAMINE?
FAMINE: NICK……You’re a smart man. Figure it out. For a while now, you and I have been running around here playing pranks on people. Pretending to be some goddamn five year olds. THAT IS NOT ME! I don’t like comedy…….I don’t like pranks……I came back for a reason……A purpose…….I am not now, nor will I ever be anyone’s sidekick. This partnership is officially over. And what I propose is this……..You……Me…..X-MAS XTREME…….Devil’s Playground match!
OH MY GOD! FAMINE has just challenged his own partner to a match at X-MAS XTREME. What the hell is going on tonight?
FAMINE: You come out here and think you can just challenge people to a match for gold you don’t deserve? What makes you think you’re better than me? What makes you think you can get a shot at the Universal Title before me?
NICK: Because I……
FAMINE: SHUT UP! Now, I don’t care if I AM in the X-MAS XTREME tournament for a shot at the World Title. I am going to destroy you one way or another. We face off, and the winner will get to keep both tag titles. And I think your best bet is to face me. Because if you don’t…..I will hunt you down. I will kill you, your brother, your cousin and your cat if you have one. So it is written…..So shall it be!
The lights go out and when they come back, FAMINE is gone and NICK is still tied to the cross as security and staff come out to help him get down. As they enter the ring, a bolt of lighting from the rafters comes down and hits the ring right near the cross and NICK. Security and staff fall back and get out of the ring. The crowd is in shock and so are the men standing outside the ring…..
HUNTER sits on some crates backstage, seemingly pondering his two losses last night at LORD OF THE RING. He had the night off and is dressed in street clothes. He looks up just in time to see RAGE approach him.
RAGE: Listen, HUNTER...no hard feelings about me eliminating you last night, right?
HUNTER stands up and is nearly nose to nose with RAGE.
HUNTER: RAGE...you and I...we go back a bit. I was responsible for booking you in your first match in this business. I have watched you skyrocket through this fed from your days on Impact to your huge success on Massacre. You're on a helluva much better course than I ever was my first year in this place.
RAGE: Do you have a point?
Just then, DAN FIERCE and MARISOL HAWKES approach them, hand in hand.
DAN FIERCE: What's goin down, boys?
HUNTER: DAN, MARISOL...you two also lost last night. Shouldn't the four of us be in kind of a foul mood tonight? I mean...I lost two matches in the same night!
MARISOL: Nah. It sucks to lose, sure...but ya know...I think last night was pretty good for all of us. I know I at least enjoyed myself.
DAN FIERCE: I gotta agree with my girl, here. I had one helluva great time!
RAGE: It was a damn interesting night for sure. Wouldn't you agree, HUNTER?
HUNTER extends his hand to RAGE, who shakes it with a wide grin on his face.
HUNTER: Pretty damn interesting, indeed.
RAGE: So now hard feelings, then?
HUNTER: No hard feelings at all, my friend.
RAGE pats HUNTER on the shoulder, then he, DAN FIERCE, and MARISOL walk off. The camera zooms in on the grin that's now made it's way ear-to-ear on HUNTER'S face.
The match starts with both locking up and BIGG RIGG pushing SHADOW WARRIOR away with force against the ropes. They get in each others faces, SHADOW WARRIOR slaps BIGG RIGG and BIGG RIGG comes with some rights. BIGG RIGG hits a few forearms over the back of SHADOW WARRIOR. SHADOW WARRIOR fires back with some chest chops. BIGG RIGG fires SHADOW WARRIOR into the ropes attempting an early RAGE spear, but SHADOW WARRIOR dodges it and rolls to the outside. BIGG RIGG charges to the outside and SHADOW WARRIOR gets back in, taunting him. SHADOW WARRIOR then slides under BIGG RIGG and drops him face first off the ring apron. SHADOW WARRIOR sends BIGG RIGG into the ring barricade. BIGG RIGG gets back in the ring, SHADOW WARRIOR jumps off the top rope, BIGG RIGG catches him, SHADOW WARRIOR counters and throws BIGG RIGG to the outside through the ropes. SHADOW WARRIOR then goes up to the top, BIGG RIGG stands up on the outside and takes out BIGG RIGG with a huge leap. SHADOW WARRIOR gets BIGG RIGG back in the ring, covers, but only gets a two count. In the ring, BIGG RIGG gets SHADOW WARRIOR up on his shoulders and drops him off the top rope. BIGG RIGG hits a big military press slam over the top rope to the outside on SHADOW WARRIOR. BIGG RIGG comes to the outside and hits SHADOW WARRIOR with some rights. BIGG RIGG tells the crowd to move. BIGG RIGG grabs SHADOW WARRIOR, looks to throw him into the crowd, but stops and throws SHADOW WARRIOR in the ring. The fans slap RIGG on the back before he rolls back into the ring.
Back in the ring, BIGG RIGG lifts SHADOW WARRIOR up in the air and SHADOW WARRIOR comes back down hard chest first. BIGG RIGG nails SHADOW WARRIOR in the head with a few forearms, covers, but only gets a two count. BIGG RIGG takes down SHADOW WARRIOR with a stiff elbow as SHADOW WARRIOR came off the ropes. BIGG RIGG attempts a T-Bone Suplex, but SHADOW WARRIOR fights back with some stiff elbow shots. BIGG RIGG then comes back with a big overhead belly-to-belly suplex, covers, but only gets a two count. SHADOW WARRIOR fights back with a few rights, but BIGG RIGG hits a big charge on SHADOW WARRIOR in the corner. BIGG RIGG then grabs SHADOW WARRIOR and sends him into the corner with force. BIGG RIGG leaves the ring and wraps the body of SHADOW WARRIOR around the steel post. BIGG RIGG puts SHADOW WARRIOR on his shoulder, but SHADOW WARRIOR counters pushing off and sending BIGG RIGG face first into the other steel post. Both men are down on the ground on the outside. Both men get back in the ring. SHADOW WARRIOR nails BIGG RIGG with a few lefts and rights. SHADOW WARRIOR takes out BIGG RIGG with two big forearm shots and some rights to follow up. SHADOW WARRIOR adds in some more rights in the corner on BIGG RIGG. BIGG RIGG fires back, launching SHADOW WARRIOR into the corner. BIGG RIGG props SHADOW WARRIOR up on the top rope. SHADOW WARRIOR gets in a kick to the face on BIGG RIGG. BIGG RIGG counters a tornado DDT by SHADOW WARRIOR, putting SHADOW WARRIOR back up. SHADOW WARRIOR then counters that and finally hits the tornado DDT!
SHADOW WARRIOR then gets a quick roll-up on BIGG RIGG for a two count. SHADOW WARRIOR goes up to the top rope, BIGG RIGG jumps up with SHADOW WARRIOR grabbing him in a bearhug. SHADOW WARRIOR then pushes RIGG down with authority! SHADOW WARRIOR hits a big elbow drop off the top rope!! He covers... 1... 2... BIGG RIGG powers out and SHADOW WARRIOR lands on top of the referee! SHADOW WARRIOR attempts another swinging punch, but BIGG RIGG catches SHADOW WARRIOR sideways, flips him up and hits a big powerbomb! BIGG RIGG covers...NO REF!! SHADOW WARRIOR kicks out. A frustrated BIGG RIGG goes over to the referee, trying to get him back into the action. SHADOW WARRIOR with a double fist from behind! RIGG goes down!
BIGG RIGG is recovering still when SHADOW WARRIOR lifts him back to his feet. Grappling with him, SHADOW WARRIOR sends BIGG RIGG against the ropes. When BIGG RIGG comes back, SHADOW WARRIOR attempts a powerslam! BIGG RIGG, though, feels it coming and manages to move out of it as his arm is being grabbed, moving behind SHADOW WARRIOR and grabbing one of his own arms and reverses the whip, sending WARRIOR into the ropes! As SHADOW WARRIOR comes off the ropes, BIGG RIGG applies a full nelson!! SHADOW WARRIOR moves towards the exposed turnbuckle. SHADOW WARRIOR ducks down pulling BIGG RIGG hard into the turnbuckle. SHADOW WARRIOR then hits a BACK BREAKER on BIGG RIGG! RIGG is DOWN!! RIGG IS DOWN!! SHADOW WARRIOR doesn’t cover! Instead, he picks RIGG up by the next and sets him up for the WARRIOR’S END!! He’s going to piledrive him to hell! RIGG tries to fight, but WARRIOR gets him in the hold and sets up to drop him!..
BAM!
HE NAILS IT!
RIGG IS DONE!!
SHADOW WARRIOR covers.. 1....... 2.......
SHADOW WARRIOR is yanked out of the ring!!
It’s TRENT GEIN!
TRENT starts wailing on SHADOW WARRIOR and the crowd goes nuts! TRENT and SHADOW WARRIOR are going at it like maniacs outside the ring! TRENT gets the upper hand and whips WARRIOR into the steel steps! WARRIOR flips over the steps and grabs his knee in agony.. TRENT sees his opportunity and looks under the ring..
He reaches underneath and produces..
THE CHAINSAW!!
The crowd goes crazy as TRENT revs up the motor and SHADOW WARRIOR sees and hears his fate! He scrambles to his feet and limps as fast as he can up the ramp! TRENT follows him, waving the chainsaw high over his head! The fans are loving it, watching the two men disappear from the arena floor to the back.
Meanwhile in the ring, the ref has no other option but to count SHADOW WARRIOR out! 8.. 9.. TEN!! A bruised and battered BIGG RIGG gets the win!
WINNER (via count-out): BIGG RIGG
After the match is over, the show cuts to a commercial and then returns as ”My Name Is Jon Brown” begins to play. The XWF owner makes his way out to the ring. He is walking down with a serious look on it’s face. The crowd stands as they are all wondering what he could be coming out here for.
He is now in the ring as he grabs a mic….
JONATHYN: Tonight, we have seen many different things take place. The fallout from last nights pay per view can be felt around the world. But I’m out here for something a little more serious. You see, I have it on good authority that…..Hang on, let me get CHAD out here first. CHAD, come on out here please…
CHAD makes his way out from backstage, wondering what is going on. He has a look of confusion as well as worry. He gets in the ring with a mic in hand.
CHAD: What’s going on boss man?
JONATHYN: Well CHAD, I’m a little disappointed in you. See, I found something out that really disturbed me. I found out that GREG MANIX was never in the XWF. He was never TRYING to get into the XWF and it was all made up by you.
CHAD: WHAT?! What are you talking about? He HAS been here. HE SHOT ME FOR CHRIST SAKE!!!
JONATHYN: CHAD. No one shot you. This was all planned by you to get attention. You love attention so much that you are willing to do whatever it takes to keep that spotlight on you. But you see, I got a phone call FROM GREG MANIX himself! He’s been in the hospital for the last three months recovering from some injuries he suffered. So there is NO WAY that he would have been able to get out of that hospital bed, come to the XWF, shoot you and then go back to the hospital to continue his recovery.
CHAD: I……..
JONATHYN: I’ve had enough of this and I am very disappointed in you. I thought I was doing the right thing by putting you in charge. But that all changes tonight.
The crowd looks on and looks at each other wondering what he means.
JONATHYN: You see CHAD. I have decided to change a few things. I am going to bring someone in who knows how to get the job done. Someone who can shake things up a bit. A man who isn’t all about himself. This man will bring change to MASSACRE and will issue in a new era. CHAD, ladies and gentlemen, and everyone watching us around the world. Allow me to introduce you to a former CEO. A former General Manager. And A former XWF Superstar. He is your new General Manager. Please welcome none other than…….JENSEN KENT!!!!
WHAT?!! JENSEN KENT?!! He’s the former IWF CEO! This night just keeps getting crazier and I believe this tops it all! JENSEN KENT?!
“One by One” BY Alter Bridge begins to play as JENSEN makes his way down to ringside decked out in an Armani suit and a smile from ear to ear. He steps through the ropes and shakes JONATHYN’S hand before grabbing a mic. CHAD extends his hand but JENSEN doesn’t shake it. The music dies down as JENSEN begins to speak.
JENSEN: Wow! JENSEN KENT is back in an XWF ring. Damn it feels good to be here. Now, CHAD. You and the rest of the XWF fans are probably wondering what I’m doing here. Obviously, Mr. BROWN here has already stated that. But what I am here for is to change things up. Bring a new era to the XWF and to MASSACRE. You see CHAD, when Mr. BROWN here gave me a call, I was shocked. I was working on some new business deals and was offered something that no one would be stupid enough to pass up. A General Manager position on THE best show in the XWF. Monday Night MASSACRE. Now, I realized that we were once competitors. But that changed. Things change and tonight begins that change. Tonight, I not only stand here as your new General Manager. But I stand here as a man that will bring more to the table that just stuff about me. You see CHAD, this isn’t about you. The world does not revolve around you. The MASSACRE crowd doesn’t want to be lied to or tricked so you can have the spotlight all to yourself. But that is no longer a problem. That problem will be fixed right now. Because my first order of business as the new GM is to get rid of that problem. So CHAD……..YOU’RE FIRED!!!
OH MY GOD! JENSEN KENT has just fired CHAD!! What’s going to happen now that JENSEN KENT is in charge? CHAD leaves the ring furious as JENSEN waives goodbye. JON BROWN stands next to JENSEN as the show ends………
