
August 6th 2004 - Time To Stand Up And Fight
The ULW symbol appears set against a black background before it fades out into the darkness. Suddenly the words Nuclear Warfare appear on the screen in green text, shaking back and forth as almost epic music plays in the background. Stills from the payperview begin to take up the screen, the words "Courtesy of ULW Magazine" written in the corner. Images pertaining to the glass tables match are featured between Johnny Kingdom and Frost, the commentary being heard in the background. Kingdom and Daemon stand across from one another in the ring.
Jerry: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the match everything has built up too, Johnny Kingdom vs. Daemon Frost, we finally get to see it all go down right here, right now.
The music picks up in the background while Johnny Kingdom as Daemon Frost begin to come to blows in the center of the ring. Johnny being hit with a pancha by Frost off the top rope, Kingdom giving Daemon a spike piledriver on the outside mats. Johnny smacking Daemon in the head with the steel chair repeatedly is featured before switching to Frost grabbing the 2x4 with glass protruding from it's surface.
Jerry: Look at this Tim, Daemon Frost has now got that 2x4 with glass shards in it.
Tim: You've got to be kidding me! The referee can't allow him to use that, it's unfair!
Frost is now shown pulling the 2x4 up in between the legs of Kingdom as well as smacking him in the face with it, getting blood all over the place. Daemon grinding the 2x4 back and forth across the forehead of Johnny takes up the screen before switching to Frost being backdropped over the ropes and through the glass table at ringside.
Jerry: Daemon has gone through the first glass table!!
Tim: God Almighty, he was backdropped out of the ring all the way through that table at ringside, that glass had to really cut into the skin of Frost, there's no telling how badly damaged he is right now.
Frost and Johnny are now featured fighting through the crowd as they reach the barricade, still in photos from the event. It then shows Daemon hitting the 450 splash off the balcony right through Kingdom on the glass table.
Jerry: Ohhhhhhh my God!!! Frost hit a 450 splash off the balcony onto Kingdom and that glass table! Things are now tied between both these superstars!
Tim: That had to have been the craziest thing I've ever seen!
The stills switch to Frost hitting the pulling piledriver onto the announce table before rolling Kingdom into the arena. He then prepares to superplex him through a glass table when Johnny counters, delivering the awesome bomb from the top rope through the glass structure.
Tim: Wow! Kingdom just awesome bombed Frost from the top rope all the way through that glass table! You talk about brutal!
Jerry: That was truly a disturbing sight. I can't believe Kingdom was able to pull that move out against Frost.
A holy shit chant can be heard in the background as the scene switches to a bloody Daemon holding the glass covered 2x4 above his head, fire now pouring off of it as he strikes Kingdom in the forehead with it.
Jerry: Frost just struck Kingdom with that 2x4! He hit him with a burning 2x4, this is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen.
Tim: Kingdom is bleeding from head to toe, Frost has lost his mind. Somebody call the burn ward unit.
Kingdom suddenly delivering the Exodus Finale is featured, as he drives Frost down head first onto the flaming 2x4. Both men are full of blood as Kingdom prepares to powerbomb Frost from the top turnbuckle through a table at ringside. Daemon counters with a frankenstiener however, sending Johnny through the glass table.
Tim: Frost just hit the Frankensteiner! My God, Kingdom just went right through that glass table!
Jerry: What a shocking sight! The score is now tied up here, two tables a piece, we're getting into sudden death!
Daemon setting up a ladder is featured on the inside of the ring before switching to him jumping off of it and Kingdom who catches him with the crossface, locking in the Lesson in Leadership. The two men are then shown on the top of the ladder, battling it out. Johnny is now featured locking Frost in the front facelock on the top of the ladder.
Jerry: Oh no, Kingdom is going to give Daemon the Exodus Finale from the top of that ladder through the glass table!!
Frost counters, placing Kingdom in the front facelock as he runs up the rungs and goes for a tornado DDT from the top. Johnny counters on the way down, delivering the spinebuster through the glass table.
Tim: Sweet Jesus! It's over!! It's over!!
The finally stills portray Kingdom being taken away on a stretcher, full of blood from head to toe while Frost fights his way up in the center of the ring, also no more than a crimson mass. Images of the hell in a cell are now shown, lowering into place as breifs screen captures of Frost's and Hellkat's entrances transpire. The music really picking up in the background as they both stand across from one another, giving each other a cold stare.
Jerry: This is it ladies and gentlemen. The match of the evening, the one we've all been waiting for.
Tim: I can't tell you how psyked I am for this hell in a cell match. Nathan Creed and Hellkat are about to battle in what very well could be the defining moments of both their careers. This is going to not only be brutal, it's going to be damn bloody, I'm almost getting giddy thinking about it.
Creed slugging Hellkat in the face is shown before he is thrown through the ropes face first into the cell wall. Hellkat is then featured holding a steel chair and standing on the apron before it is dropkicked into the her face knocking her backwards into the cell wall. Nathan rising onto the top rope with his back aimed towards Hellkat is featured before he is dropkicked off, flying face first into the cell and bouncing off.
Tim: God almighty!! Nathan just flew off the turnbuckle right into the corner of the cell, talk about disturbing!
Jerry: After an impact like that I don't know if Creed will be able to continue out here, this match may need to be stopped.
Creed is featured kicking out after a frog splash. Nathan is now handcuffed by Hellkat who smacks him in the head devestatingly with a steel chair, not once, but twice, the sound of each shot being heard quite well in the background. Creed is then shown breaking his handcuffs and German suplexing Hellkat back first into the cell wall.
Tim: Can you believe what we've seen here tonight Jerry. Not only did Nathan just German suplex Hellkat into the cell wall but we've also seen a 2x4 wrapped in barbwire come into play as well as the brutal usage of a steel chair on repeated occassions.
Jerry: These two have been through so much and have lost so much blood there's no telling how much longer they can go.
Hellkat locking in the Wrathscorn Ravager takes up the screen before switching to Creed making it to the ropes in an exhausted fashion. Hellkat is now pushed off the turnbuckle through the table at ringside to the shock of everyone in the arena, all of them reacting with cheers. Creed locking in the Courtesy Call takes up the screen, Hellkat desperately crawling across the ring full of blood. The fans can feel the desperation in the air as Hellkat reaches the ropes with every ounce of injury left in her body. Suddenly Creed is shown diving at Hellkat off the apron, causing him to accidently crash through the cell door.
Jerry: Creed just took the door off of it's hinges, he's broke the doorway with his own body.
The two of them are shown climbing onto the top of the cell while every stands cheering. Creed locks in the Courtesy Call on the top of the cell when the High Rollers rush from the backstage area, all of them climbing up the side of the cell.
Jerry: No, somebody get these guys out of here!
Creed is shown fighting them off before he is backdropped through the top of the cell by Hellkat. The crowd can be heard chanting holy shit as Creed slams into the ring, his body imprint left in the canvas while Hellkat climbs down through the opening in the cell. She pulls Nathan up and sets up for the Tiger's Claw when Creed grabs her by the legs and places her in the Courtesy Call for a third time in the epic battle.
Jerry: The Courtesy Call!!
Tim: Impossible!! How did he do that!?!
Daemon Frost is featured jumping off the top of the cell with a pancha, connecting with the High Rollers and the Coven to the disbelief of everyone in the arena. Lomond connects with a big boot to the back of Creed's head, taking him down before Orlando Cruze rushes from the back with a steel chair in one hand, cradling his other which seems to be in a lot of pain.
Jerry: Here comes Orlando Cruze!!
Tim: Jesus Christ, I think this match has broken the interference record! What business does he have coming out here?
Cruze is now shown accidently smacking the steel chair over Creed's head, knocking him out.
Tim: Cruze hit Nathan with the chair, he hit him with the chair!!
Jerry: Nooo!!! It had to be an accident!
Hellkat delivers the Darkest Hour and picks up the victory, retaining the World title and unifying the championships. The last scene features her holding both title belts above her head with blood flowing down her face.
Tim: Hellkat keeps her gold thanks to none other than Orlando Cruze of all people. Kingdom defeated Frost, Lomond beat Killjoy, Phantom returned, and a lot of stuff has been set in motion for next week, pandimodium is the only way to describe it.
The sound of Wake it up by KoRn playing loudly as quick scenes of Bullseye, Monoxide, Phantom, X and Celestra play through. The FUF Initials stream over the screen followed by more shots of AWOL, Weapon, Frost, Johnny Kingdom, Synclaire and Hellkat. Blood is seen pouring down the faces of various wrestlers Johnson, Hurse, Psycho and others. The show entrance then ends with the shots of Orlando, Creed, Brooks another shot of Hellkat and then Chapel before the FUF initials again appear this time the explosions behind it seemingly holding it in place in the middle of the screen. The screen disipates and takes us to a live from the inside of the arena, the crowd is going absolutely insane while the usual pyrotechnics display takes place on the stage and turnbuckles. The camera passes over the signs being held up by many of the fans, reading such things as, "Why Orlando, Why?", "Follow the Team Leader," "All Hail Hellkat," as well as a few others that broadcast their support for Killjoy or Psycho with redundant and contrived catch phrases. The camera turns to the ring where none other than Shane Leonard is shown standing, his suit a little toned down, a dark gray hue and a microphone clutched in his hand.
Tim: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Fucked Up Friday! As you can see Shane Leonard is already in the ring for unknown reasons.
Jerry: We're one week removed from an epic event known simply as Nuclear Warfare. We saw a lot go down last Sunday, Hellkat retaining her title, the referee being forced to stop not only the Killjoy vs. Bruce Lomond match but also the tag team title encounter between Gangsta Nation and The Coven. So Shane could be out here for any of those reasons. Or perhaps he has something to say about the rumored interview Sheryl Gray is going to give live via satellite tonight.
Shane continues to stand in the ring, clutching a microphone and appearing deadly serious as he clutches his cane in one hand and lifts the mic to his mouth.
Leonard: Ladies and gentlemen, I've come out here tonight to take care of a problem. Something that went down last Sunday that needs to be fixed right here tonight. I'm refering of course to what happened in the hell in a cell match. Therefore, Orlando Cruze, I'm asking you, nay demanding that you come to this ring right now!
The crowd is shocked by the anger in Shane's voice.
Tim: Well apparently Shane Leonard is about to take care of this developing issue between Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed, after Cruze malciously attacked Creed and cost him the World Title.
Jerry: It was an accident, plain and simple Tim. But I can understand why Shane's so angry over what happened, the hell in a cell match to unify the world titles was his brain child, plus it only further pandered to the beliefs of the Network.
The arena is absolutly buzzing as smoke fills the entrance area and suddenly lasers start firing out from the top of the ramp. In the Shadows by the Rasmus blasts over the PA system and Orlando comes out from behind the curtain. The lasers stop and a strobe light kicks in as Orlando begins his walk down to the ring. The fans actually have a mixed reaction at the sight of him, his arm under a cast as he continues forward, looking back and forth at the crowd.
Jerry: Here comes Orlando Cruze, he doesn't look too pleased by all of this.
Tim: He's probably upset just over his injured arm, he had to relish the fact that he creamed Nathan with that chair.
Orlando reaches the end of the ramp and now starts up the stairs, favoring his arm in a great deal of pain yet obviously having other things on his mind as he waltzes onto the apron. Many of his loyal supporters are still standing going insane at the sight of Cruze who slides through the ropes to the inside of the ring. He steps across the canvas and requests a microphone as the ring announcer graciously hands it through the ropes to him, Shane keeping his eyes centered upon Cruze.
Jerry: It appears as if Cruze definetly has something to say here tonight.
Tim: He should, I think the entire world deserves a more accurate explanation.
Orlando paces back and forth across the ring, peering out beneath his shades at Shane while he continues to hold the microphone in front of him. Some fans are cheering, others are booing his actions last Sunday. He seems to be having trouble forming words yet seems confidant nontheless.
Orlando: All right Shane, I'm here. I imagine your a little upset by what went down last week, but like I've been saying all week long, it was an accident, and nothing...
Shane: Cruze, please, just keep your mouth shut for a moment. Needless to say I was shocked by your actions at Nuclear Warfare, but I believe you when you say it was no more than an accident.
Tim: What!?!
Jerry: Shut up Tim.
Shane stares into the face of Orlando who appears a bit confused.
Shane: Unfortunately though, I think Nathan Creed has other ideas rumbling around in his head. From what I've seen this week, he thinks there were some hidden meanings behind your chair shot to his head in the hell in a cell.. I'm going to put a stop to this right now though. Because I am officially calling Nathan Creed to this ring at this very moment in order for you two to shake hands and bury the hachet once and for all. You guys obviously need to be on the same side with the likes of the High Rollers and Desolation running around here. After all that you guys have been through, after all this time you've spent battling on the same side, your association cannot end over an accident, a miscommunication. Lord knows, I'm usually not one to interject, but liek I've said, you guys need to have eachother's backs now, more so than ever. So without further ado, Nathan Creed, I'm demanding, not as a freind, but your boss, that you come down here and settle this like gentlemen.
The crowd cheers while Orlando is unsure of rather or not to support this move, knowing the volatile state of Nathan Creed.
Jerry: Shane Leonard out here doing the right thing.
Tim: So the right thing is meddling.
Jerry: He's not meddling, he's setting things straight.
Shane looks towards the entry way with a confidant expression on his face, Orlando waiting by with his arms crossed. Leonard seems to be growing impatient as he lifts the microphone to his mouth.
Shane: Creed, come on man, don't make us wa....
Wake Up by the Lost Prophets explodes over the loud speakers as the expression on Leonard's face vanishes, turning to that of disgust now as through the curtains strides none other than the Team Leader Johnny Kingdom in a pear of baggy blue jeans and a sleeveless dark shirt with the words Poor Xavier spread across the chest, scars covering his forehead. The fans boo as loud as they can at the sight of Kingdom who is followed by Hurse, wearing a pear of red pants that almost seem to be glittering, nothing on above but a bandage over his forehead. The two of them stop on the stage staring into the ring, appearing not to pleased by what they see.
Jerry: What business does Creative Control have coming out here now?
Tim: I don't have a clue Jerry, we know that Johnny Kingdom is suppose to take on Nathan Creed in a match that could very well decide the next number one contender tonight, other than that I don't have a clue.
Shane does not look pleased on the inside of the ring, Orlando looking at Creative Control with a confused expression on his face, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the trio. Johnny Kingdom removes a microphone, slowly lifting it to his mouth, and looking into the ring with a smug look on his face. He suddenly lifts his hand into the air and begins to rub his eyes as if crying.
Kingdom: Boooohooooo! I didn't mean to hit Nathan Creed with a chair, it was an accident, waah! Waah! Waah! Who gives a shit about something as meaningless as this! News flash, Creed was never going to beat Hellkat in the hell in a cell regardless of rather or not you hit him with a steel chair. Why, because as bad as Hellkat is, Nathan is that much worse. But anyway, who gives a crap about all of this garbage!?! Honestly, this isn't the way to start a show, what you should be doing, Shane Leonard, instead of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, is talking about how your going to give me my rightful number one contendership. I defeated Daemon Frost at Nuclear Warfare, I beat him in his own match therefore I should naturally be awarded a title shot. Do I even have to bring up the fact that I'm undefeated? I think my victory over Frost speaks for it's self. So why don't you stop neglecting my talent Leonard, and give me what I deserved since the day I stepped into this mediocre federation!?!
Shane stands in the ring with a slight smirk on his face while Orlando steps back, not taking much offense to Kingdom's comments yet awaiting Leonard's response. Shane slowly lifts the microphone to his mouth.
Shane: Kingdom, if you think coming out here and verbally spitting not only in my face, but the face of everyone in this federation, is going to get you a title shot, I'm afraid your mistak....
Hurse: Shut your mouth Shane Leonard!
The fans begin to boo once again as Hurse starts down the ramp gripping his microphone with an enraged expression on his face.
Jerry: I don't know how smart of Hurse it was to tell our General Manager to shut his mouth.
Tim: I've been waiting for somebody to do that to Shane for months now.
Hurse is fuming as he reaches the midway point of the ramp.
Hurse: We don't want to hear anything come from your mouth, other than giving Kingdom what he is entilted to. You've been pushing Creative Control around for much to long. Holding us under your thumb with your little power trip and we're just plain sick of it, you hear me, we've had enough of your crap! Not only did you cost me my Xtreme championship by making what should have been a one on one match with Bullseye into some crazy invitational but you've repeatedly denied Mr. Kingdom his rightful opportunities. So I'd chose your words wisely Shane, or else we won't be worrying about any meaningless suspension when we come down to that ring and give you the beating that you deserve!
Hurse's face is blood red with anger while Kingdom stands back nodding his head, as if he agrees with his associates statements. Leonard stands there with a condascending expression, as if not afraid of their idle threats. He begins to lift the microphone to his mouth when Cruze seemingly has had enough.
Orlando: I've had just about as much of this as I can take. Is this all you guys do? Bitch and moan about not getting shots around here, well if you want to come down to this ring, you'll get a real shot, but it won't be for any titles, it will be from my fist.
The crowd goes absolutely nuts while Hurse takes a deep swollow, yet seems so overcome with rage that he doesn't care.
Kingdom: Cruze, this doesn't concern you, so if you leave the ring now, maybe you'll be able to leave the arena of your own accord later on in the evening.
Tim: Some big words from these guys.
Jerry: Oh, are they hard for you to understand Tim, accord means...
Tim: Shut up!
Cruze merely grins as Shane lifts the mic to his mouth now, placing his hand to Orlando's chest and backing him up slowly.
Shane: Thanks Cruze, but I'm quite capable of handling this myself. Now Kingdom, Hurse, I've grown sick and tired of your pointless threats. And I'm not going to take it anymore.
Leonard unbottons his jacket and throws it down to the canvas in a huff before staring up the ramp at Hurse and Kingdom, appearing almost irate.
Shane: There's only one way your going to get what you want, and that's to beat it out of me. So if you want to bring your asses down to this ring, we'll settle your little disputes once and for all! I will not have you guys double teaming this companies roster any longer, it's time somebody put an end to your cheating ways, and I'm just the man to do it.
Tim: What the hell is Shane Leonard doing?
Jerry: I think he's just sick and tired of having Creative Control running around here with these chips on their shoulders, he's going to take them down a peg.
Orlando looks interested in assisting Shane as Leonard clinches his fist and takes on a power stance, ready for action. Kingdom drops his microphone and starts down the ramp as Hurse does the same. The crowd begins to go nuts as they see this thing about to explode.
Jerry: Oh man, things are picking up here ladies and gentlemen!
Tim: Johnny Kingdom and Hurse have taken Shane up on his invitation, I don't know how smart a move it was for Leonard to make this challenge.
Shane looks ready for action, as does Cruze who removes his arm from the sling, getting ready when suddenly Ingo Shesaki enters the ring from behind and clubs him to the back of the head. The fans are shocked as Orlando spills onto the canvas across his stomach and then rolls towards the ropes.
Jerry: Oh my God, Ingo Shesaki, Hurse's bodygaurd just came through the crowd and got the drop on Orlando Cruze!
Tim: What a well timed attack!
The fans are booing as loud as they can as Ingo grabs the top rope and begins to stomp downward onto the shoulder and side of Cruze's face, Orlando trying to cover up. A shocked Leonard grabs Shesaki by the shoulder and spins him around, beginning to throw right hands into his face in an angry fashion. The fans go nuts at the sight of Leonard coming to blows with Ingo who staggers in reverse, a bit caught off gaurd. Suddenly Hurse slides into the ring behind Shane, rushing up behind him and delivering a chop block to the back of his leg. The blow takes Leonard down backwards onto the canvas, grabbing his knee and roaring in pain.
Tim: Shane was taking it to Ingo Shesaki when Hurse came into the ring from behind and took out his knee, I can't believe what I'm seeing!
Jerry: These odds are insermountable!
Ingo turns back towards Cruze, who has rolled out of the ring and into the barricade. He drops down and rolls under the ropes going at the shocked and battered Orlando. On the inside of the ring Hurse drags Shane to his feet around his neck, Leonard having trouble standing. The Master of Control throws a right hand only to have it blocked by Shane who begins to slug him in the face repeatedly with hard rights. Hurse is nearly taken down to the canvas, appearing surprised by Shane's resistance. On the outside of the ring Ingo steps towards Cruze who suddenly begins to throw hard shots into the face of the large Asian bodygaurd. Ingo stumbles backwards a bit before he violently gets his leg up, kicking Cruze in the injured shoulder and causing him to fall backwards into the barricade. He now charges forward and clotheslines Orlando into the crowd, the fans stepping out of the way as he steps over himself. Hurse leans backwards against the ropes, his arms over them for support as Shane continues to pound him in the face when Kingdom slides into the ring behind Leonard clutching a steel chair that he retreived from under the ring. He now steps up to Shane and smacks him over the back with the chair, the sound echoing throughout the arena and causing the crowd to boo as loud as they can, some cupping their mouths in shock.
Jerry: No! Johnny Kingdom just used a steel chair on Shane Leonard! These no good sons of bitches!
Shane's face cringes from the pain as he turns around slowly when Kingdom lifts the chair into the air and smacks it over his head. The crowd is disgusted by the sound of the impact, Shane collapsing onto the canvas across his back and grabbing his face.
Tim: Creative Control has busted open Shane Leonard!
Jerry: This isn't right, Shane needs assistance, he's a great performer but he can't handle these kinds of numbers!
Kingdom tosses Hurse the chair as Shane begins to push himself up, blood absolutely pouring from his face as he rises slowly, feeling the effects of the chair shot. Hurse now shouts for Kingdom to hold him up, Johnny graciously stepping in and doing so, underhooking both of Leonard's arms from behind and pulling him up onto his feet. Hurse now steps in, lifting the chair high above his head before smashing it across the face of Shane. The crowd voices their absolute disgust, everyone standing and bombarding the ring with boos as Leonard collapses backwards onto the canvas holding his face and now bleeding perfusely. Shesaki now steps onto the apron, his 500lb plus body moving over the ropes to the inside of the ring while Cruze lies behind the barricade clutching his arm yet fighting his way to his feet. Hurse tosses Ingo the steel chair as Kingdom points down at Leonard and tells him to do something.
Jerry: Oh God, what is Creative Control setting up for here?
Tim: Jeez, your like a scared teenage girl at the movies, next thing you know you'll be grabbing my arm in fear, which on this occassion, wouldn't be all that pleasurable.
The massive Shesaki steps forward and jumps into the air, placing the steel chair under his leg as he comes down across the face of Shane Leonard with a leg drop. The steel collides with Leonard's head as his entire body kicks up into the air, the sound of the collision echoing throughout the arena and the fans remaining standing in shock.
Jerry: For the love of God, Shesaki, a 525lb man just dropped leg first with a steel chair under it across the face of Leonard. Somebody has got to get out here and stop this!
Tim: Creative Control are just unleashing their pint up rage is all.
As Ingo gets to his feet Hurse shouts for him to do it again, pointing down at the bloody and motionless Shane Leonard, his arms and legs spread out to his sides, appearing unconscious. The crowd is almost pleading for help as Kingdom stands back watching, Hurse doing the same. Ingo steps back in and jumps into the air once more, coming down with the chair under his leg across the face of Leonard, squashing him completely under his wide posterior. Leonard's body once again kicks up into the air before he rolls onto his side motionless yet again, Hurse jumping up and down with a estatic expression on his face, very pleased over the sure destruction of Shane Leonard.
Jerry: This is the most vile thing I think I've ever seen, Shane Leonard, our General Manager, is being absolutely destroyed by Creative Control out here tonight! Where's security, where is help!?!
Hurse takes the steel chair from Shesaki and steps over the leg of Leonard, lifting the dented piece of steel into the air and slamming it over his knee cap. Shane howls in pain, regaining some of his consciousness before Hurse slams the chair into his knee again, this time even harder. Johnny Kingdom now motions for Hurse to do something, the Prince of Passion listening before he drops down and opens the mangeled chair, placing Shane's leg inside of it. Ingo now steps backwards towards one of the turnbuckle, pulling himself up slowly onto the second rope, having trouble balancing his wide frame on top of it. The fans are watching on, their jaws having dropped, anxiously awaiting what he is about to do next.
Tim: Oh no, this isn't going to be good.
Jerry: Don't do it, this is crossing the line!
Shesaki suddenly jumps off the turnbuckle and extends his leg out, dropping it across the chair, causing it to lock around the knee of Leonard who shouts in ungodly pain, flopping up and down and reaching for his leg.
Jerry: Noooooo!!!
Tim: Shane's leg had to have been just broken by Hurse's bodygaurd Ingo Shesaki! He already had a serious quad injury and I think it's safe to say that last move just did a whole lot more damage to it!
Jerry: Why hasn't anyone come out here and tried to help yet!?!
Hurse, and Kingdom, raise their arms into the air in the center of the ring, Shesaki rising slowly with a serious, almost furious expression on his face. Leonard is in horrible pain, the chair still wrapped around his leg before Hurse motions for Ingo to go back up on the turnbuckle. Suddenly from the back rushes Bullseye with the hardcore title in his hand. The fans go nuts at the sight of him.
Jerry: Here comes Bullseye! Finally someone coming to the aid of Shane Leonard!
Tim: Bullseye must be repaying Leonard for helping him against Creative Control a few weeks back!
Orlando Cruze slides back into the ring as Kingdom turns towards him, stepping in as both men come to blows. Ingo turns towards the ropes Bullseye slides under. The champ quickly lifts his Hardcore title into the air and smacks into the face of Shesaki who is knocked off of his feet and down to the canvas back first. Hurse steps in and jabs Bullseye across his face, causing him to drop the Hardcore title belt.
Tim: All out chaos has broken loose here ladies and gentlemen!
Shane lies on the canvas still holding his injured leg and bleeding heavily as the fighting continues around him. Bullseye gives Hurse several shots to the forehead, backing him into the ropes before he rushes in and clotheslines him over, taking himself out of the ring in the process. Both men now reach their feet in a quick scramble, Hurse looking shocked as he steps towards the barricade and moves over it, Bullseye rushing after him in hot pursuit as they charge through the crowd. Ingo begins to push himself up while Orlando jabs Kingdom in the face repeatedly and now chops him across the chest to a huge response from the crowd, eventually knocking him backwards into the turnbuckle. Shesaki gets to his feet looking out of it as he turns towards Cruze who steps away from Johnny and hits him with a hard right hand, followed by another. His arm is killing him yet he's able to clothesline Shesaki down to the canvas and now spin back towards Kingdom who steps out of the corner and grabs him by the arm, dropping backwards and hitting an arm breaker to a great chorus of boos from the stands.
Jerry: Oh, Orlando was kicking some major ass out here until Kingdom took advantage of that injured arm!
Tim: A wise move by Kingdom if you ask me.
Cruze roars in pain, rolling onto his back as Kingdom gets right back to his feet and begins to stomp him to the chest repeatedly, looking absolutely furious when from the backstage area Nathan Creed emerges.
Tim: Oh my God, here comes Nathan Creed!
Jerry: It's about time he came out here? This whole thing started over Shane wanting Orlando and him to bury the hachet!
Creed is obviously holding a steel chair as he rushes to the ring in a thing of blue jeans. He slides in now under the ropes, Kingdom looking over his shoulder and spotting him at the last second. Nathan lifts the chair into the air to strike Johnny who drops down to the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring with mere seconds to spare, the chair swinging at him but missing it's mark by inches. The crowd boos as Kingdom backs up grinning at Nathan who gives him a long, cold stare, keeping his eyes centered upon the man he'll face later this evening.
Tim: Wait a minute, did Nathan Creed just come out here to aid Orlando Cruze?
Jerry: I don't know, good question.
EMTs rush towards the ring to check on Shane Leonard while Cruze rises onto his knees, looking up into the face of Nathan Creed who just stares back down at him, clutching the steel chair tightly. There is obviously a lot of tension in the air as Ingo begins to rise to his feet, holding his forehead in pain, Orlando also begins to stand up in front of Creed. He almost appears to be explaining himself as Nathan grips the chair tightly, as if prepared to swing.
Tim: This is what we've been waiting for. What is Nation going to do?
Jerry: Is he going to hit Orlando with that chair.
Orlando stops speaking and just gives Creed a long stare, the tension really building between them before Nathan lifts the chair into the air and swings it. Into the face of Ingo Shesaki. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Ingo spills onto the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring. Nathan looks back at Orlando who seems a bit relieved before throwing down the steel chair and exiting the ring still in an angry state, not saying a single word to Cruze as he does so.
Jerry: Nathan Creed took out Ingo Shesaki with that steel chair, but I don't think this thing between he and Orlando is resolved at all.
Tim: He showed remarkable composure not to take Cruze's head off with that steel chair.
The scene switches to the backstage area where the High Rollers are now shown in one of the corridors, standing outside a doorway leading in from the parking lot. They all have weapons in their hands. Chapel clutching a steel pipe, Synclaire holding a chair, Remix patting a kindo stick in his hand, Impaler holding a board and Too Mangifcent looking into a sledge hammer. Bruce Lomond also stands in the background clutching a wrench. All of them seem confused by something except for Synclaire, possibly wondering why they are standing here. They all look towards Michael who leans backwards against a wall.
Synclaire: So you all know why we're here right?
The other members of the High Rollers shrug their shoulders as if confused.
Impaler: Not really man, I know you explained it once, but the plan still sounds kind of iffy.
Synclaire groans, realizing that he has to explain the plan over again.
Michael: All right, all right, I'll go over it one more time. Sheryl called and told us we needed to make an impact tonight. Therefore we're waiting back here for the arrival of Hellkat. When she walks through those doors we make sure she doesn't make it to that ring tonight.
The crowd can be heard booing in the background at the sound of this. The other members nod their heads as if understanding.
Remix: Yeah, I remember now, and if the Coven should just so happen to waltz through that door I'm sure we'll be able to take care of them as well.
The High Rollers chuckle amongst themselves at the sound of this information.
Michael: So basically if we stay posted at this door tonight, we'll get the drop on just about anyone who comes through it. Meaning, we won't even have to worry about wrestling tonight, because nobody is going to be in good enough health to face us.
The High Rollers laugh once again, prepared to thoroughly enjoy what is about to happen. Suddenly they hear door steps as Synclaire raises his hand into the air and puts a finger to his lips as if telling them all to be quiet. They grip their weapons and bend forward as they wait for whoever might come through the door. They seem eager to beat upon who ever might come through when the door pushes open slowly and a figure enters.
Remix: Get him!!
The High Rollers step towards the gentlemen, ready to unleash their rage when the figure raises his head, staring at them with a terrified look on his face as he jumps backwards into the wall. He reveals himself as none other than, backstage correspondant Tony Dull. He appears almost ready to soil himself at the sight of this as the High Rollers stop themselves in the nick of times and let out a sigh.
Lomond: Ah shit, it's just Tony Dull.
Tony looks back and forth with his hands held up in front of him, taking a deep breath as they step away from him, lowering their weapons. He finally works up the nerve to speak with sweat streaming down his face.
Tony: What are you guys doing?
Synclaire looks hesitant to respond yet finally does.
Michael: We're waiting on Hellkat.
Tony: Why?
Lomond: Because she double crossed the High Rollers you dumbass, Sheryl doesn't allow that type of thing to go down.
Tony swallows his throat as he prepares to reply.
Dull: Ummmm, well guys, this is the staff entrance arena, the rest of the wrestlers are entering around back due to the amount of fans that have gathered out front.
All of the High Rollers now cross their arms and look towards Synclaire with their arms crossed, as if upset. Michael bites his lower lip in frustration, realizing his mistake.
Michael: My mistake guys.
Lomond throws down his wrench in a fury taking a deep breath.
Bruce: I can't believe we actually followed you around man. Who the hell elected you the leader of the High Rollers anyway. I'm going to get ready for my match.
Lomond shakes his head once more at the sight of Synclaire who appears stunned by his response. While the other High Rollers don't act quite the same way as Lomond, they still keep their arms crossed and shrug their shoulders before they walk away. Michael looks back and forth at them in confusion, extending his arms out to his sides.
Synclaire: Hey guys, I said I was sorry. What more do you want?
They just continue walking off as Michael shakes his head in shock.
Synclaire: Come on guys. Guys!
Michael starts off after them as the show goes to commercial break.
Commercial Break.
The show returns to a live feed of Shane Leonard positioned upon a stretcher, being wheeled through the backstage area. He has a neck brace around his throat with a cast over his leg, looking unconscious with blood smeared all over his face and suit. EMTs stand at his sides and pull him through the backstage corridors. They shake their heads at the sight of his broken and battered body.
Tim: Well ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us live here on Fucked Up Fridays. If you've just tuned in, Shane Leonard was absolutely destroyed at the hands of Creative Control.
Jerry: This is tough to watch, these guys really worked over the injured leg of Leonard. There's no telling when we'll see him again here in the ULW.
Tim: I certainly wouldn't wish this upon anybody. But you have to admit, that Shane Leonard asked for this.
Jerry: Are you crazy?
Tim: According to my psychatrist, no.
Suddenly 'The Kids aren't alright' by The Offspring hits the PA system. Stinger emerges from the curtain wearing glittering armour over his attire and holds a firework cannon under his arm. As the solo at the start of the song ends, Stinger fires of a few fireworks before dropping the cannon. Lancett now walks out behind him grinning. He walks across to one side of the stage and listens to the cheers, then walks across to the other side and listens to their cheers. Stinger decides which side has the most and climbs into the crowd on that side. He tags as many hands as he can reach as he walks to the ring, upon arrival, he hops the banister and slides into the ring. He looks around with a broad smile before collapsing to his knees with his arms outstretched and head low, pyro's erupts from the four corners of the ring upon impact with the mat. As the music dies he climbs to his feet and sits up on the top turnbuckle.
Step Up by Drowning Pool now explodes through the loud speakers as Too Magnificent and Michael Synclaire emerge from the back, both men walking towards the ring methodically. Synclaire seems to be explaining something to Too Magnificent though as he continue towards the ring. The High Roller highlights playing over the titontron. The two slide into the ring. Synclaire and Too Mag are quickly met with a barrage of hard shots across the face. Lancett and Stinger continue to connect with hard rights as Too Magnificent and Synclaire are backed into the ropes before their wrist are grabbed and they are whipped across the ring. As they come back in Lancett and Stinger X-2 jump into the air and connect with a double dropkick to the faces of the Too Magnificent and Synclaire, knocking them down to the canvas. Tiffany stands on the outside of the ring smacking her palms on the apron trying to get the two men on their feet on the inside.
Jerry: Lancett and Stinger X-2 are taking it to the High Rollers in the beginning of this match.
Stinger finally is forced to his corner as Too Magnificent approaches Lancett who scoops him up into the air before slamming him down to the canvas with the hard scoop slam. Synclaire approaches Lancett as well when Lancett lifts him into the air and drives him to the canvas with the same move. Too Magnificent and Synclaire slowly begin to get to their feet, as Lancett rushes across the ring and jumps to the second rope as he uses it to rush in and clothesline both men down to the canvas.
Tim: Ohhh, what a high impact clothesline by Lancett.
Synclaire rolls out of the ring holding his chest as Too Mag gets to his feet and is grabbed by the wrist by Lancett who whips him into the ropes. Too Mag bounces off of them and comes back in when Lancett grabs him by the leg, lifting him into the air as he drops back, hitting him with a hard flapjack. His face slamming hard into the canvas as he gets to his knees holding his nose. Too Mag gets to his feet and turns around only to be meet with a hard elbow shot to the face by Lancett, taking him back off his feet. Lancett now grabs him by the hair and pulls him up before he gets behind his back and buries his shoulder into the Magnicent's spine. He quickly lifts him into the air on his shoulder as he hits him with a hard back drop suplex. Too Mag hits the canvas with devastating force as he leans forward and holds his spine only to have Lancett get back to his feet and low dropkick him to the back of the head. Synclaire quickly enters the ring again when Lancett gets to his feet and kicks him to the gut before rushing backwards bouncing off the ropes and charging back in as he grabs his opponent around the neck delivering a swinging neckbreaker. Synclaire hits the canvas hard as Lancett gets back to his feet and tags in Stinger who jumps to the top rope while Too Magnificent stands up behind Lancett. Stinger X-2 now flies off the turnbuckle, spinning in mid air as he connects with a back elbow to the face of Too Mag, knocking him down to the canvas. Stinger gets back to his feet as he grabs Too Mag by the hair and pulls him to his feet placing him in powerbomb position. He is about to lift him into the air when Synclaire gets to his feet and rushes in, jumping into the air as he connects with a hard heel kick to his face, knocking him down to the canvas. The shot echoes throughout the arena as the crowd begins to boo.
Tim: Man did you hear the sound of that collision?
Synclaire slowly rolls out of the ring as Too Magnificent gets to his feet and grabs Stinger by the hair, pulling him up. He kicks Stinger to the gut and grabs him by the wrist as he slings him across the ring into the ropes. Stinger X-2 bounces off of them and comes in when Too Magnificent pushes him up into the air then catches him on his shoulder before delivering a hard powerslam. Stinger X-2 grabs his spine as he sits up, Too Magnificent grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet as he chops him across the chest. The sound of the collision echoes throughout the arena as Stinger X-2 backs up into the ropes before Too Magnificent kicks him to the gut. He now places him in a powerbomb position before he pulls up onto only one of his shoulders. He now allows him to slide off of his shoulder over his back as he grabs him by the back of the neck and hits a neckbreaker out of that position.
Jerry: Oh what a move by Too Magnificent.
Tim: That was beyond impressive Jerry.
Too Magnificent grabs Stinger by the hair, pulling him to his feet as places him in a gutwrech and lifts him into the air in near dominator position before he drops down to one knee and allows Stinger X-2 to fall down across it back first. Stinger sits up placing his hand over his back when Too Magnificent gets to his feet and stomps him to the back of the head before he jumps into the air and comes down with a leg across the back of his head. Stinger screams in pain as he grabs the back of his head and falls backwards onto the canvas. Too Magnificent gets to his feet and tags in Synclaire who enters the ring quickly. Synclaire sits Stinger up and gets behind him as both he and Too Magnificent double kick him to the back of the head.
Jerry: What a shot, Stinger getting it taken to him at the hands of the High Rollers!
Synclaire pulls Stinger to his feet and kicks him to the gut before he whips him into the turnbuckle back first. Too Magnificent exits the ring and gets onto the apron while Synclaire pushes Stinger up to the top rope, connecting with hard rights to his face before he jumps to the second rope. Stinger now jabs him in the face, then does it once again, eventually knocking Synclaire off the turnbuckle and causing him to land feet first on the canvas. Stinger rises to his feet on the turnbuckle when Synclaire springs into the air and dropkicks him to the side of the head. The shot knocking him off the turnbuckle and causing him to hit the apron back first before he crashes onto the outside mats.
Tim: Oh, that was a nasty tumble.
Synclaire slowly gets to the top rope as Stinger begins to stand on the outside of the ring holding his ribs. The crowd begins to boo as Synclaire flies off the turnbuckle going for what appears to be an axe handle when Stinger X-2 jumps into the air and dropkicks him to the gut, knocking him backwards onto the mats. The crowd begins to cheer as Synclaire lies on his back holding his ribs in horrible pain. Stinger gets to his feet and grabs Synclaire around the head, Too Magnificent enters the ring and quickly rushes towards the ropes as he jumps through them. He now connects with a suicide dive headbutt right into Stinger X-2 and Synclaire. All three men lie out on the mats as Too Mag now slowly begins to get to his feet, standing up as he falls onto the apron, using it for support. Lancett quickly enters the ring as Too Mag gets onto the apron bent forward and holding the back of his head. Lancett now rushes towards the ropes beside Too Mag. The crowd erupts as he jumps over the ropes over the back of Too Magnificent but wraps his arm around his head, pulling him off the apron with a version of the swinging neckbreaker. Too Magnificent hits the mats hard after the neckbreaker as does Lancett who sits up holding his back. Stinger slowly stands up as he grabs Synclaire around his head and pulls him to his feet as he drags him towards the ring and rolls him under the ropes to the inside. Stinger X-2 now jumps to the apron and quickly begins to scale the turnbuckle as he gets to the top rope. He now jumps off the turnbuckle, turning in mid air as he hits a senton splash across the ribs of Synclaire who screams in pain as he curls into a ball and rolls onto his side. Stinger X-2 quickly rolls him onto his back and hooks his leg as the ref slides in and begins to make the count.
One….
Two….
Synclaire kicks out at the last second as Stinger X-2 gets to his knees looking shocked, protesting the count as he sticks his fingers in the ref’s face.
Jerry: Man, I can’t believe Synclaire got his shoulder up.
Lancett slowly gets to his feet on the outside of the ring and crawls into his corner as Too Magnificent stands up across from him. Stinger grabs Synclaire around the head and pulls him to his feet as he kicks him to the gut and places him in powerbomb position. He now lifts him into the air as he sits on his shoulders. Lancett scales the turnbuckle quickly as he gets to the top rope and flies off of it, flipping through the air as he grabs Synclaire by the back of the head, hitting a blockbuster as Stinger powerbombs him down to the canvas. Synclaire grabs himself by the back of his neck as he rolls onto his side. Stinger X-2 quickly pulls Synclaire to his feet and gets behind his back as he underhooks his arms from behind and drops back, delivering a dragon suplex pin.
Ref,
one………..
two…………
Too Magnificent connects with a boot across Stinger’s head, causing him to break the hold and grab his noggin. He now pulls Stinger X-2 to his feet as Synclaire gets to his, both men kicking Stinger to the gut. They now place him in a double headlock looking prepared to hit a suplex. They lift him into the air on their shoulders going for the move when they suddenly drop down to their knees, hitting a double neckbreaker on their shoulders. Stinger X-2 grabs the back of his neck as he falls down into a seated position.
Tim: Oh my God what an amazing tag team move.
Jerry: These guys hitting some of the most incredible maneuvers I have ever seen.
Too Magnificent backs into the turnbuckle, stepping onto the apron as Synclaire slowly rises and pulls Stinger to his feet as he continues to hold his neck in horrible pain. Synclaire stands him up a she bends forward grabbing his leg. He now lifts Stinger X-2 into the air and drops back as he flapjacks him throat first into the top rope. Stinger X-2 grabs his throat as he bounces off and backs up in pain. Synclaire quickly gets to his feet and jumps into the air, grabbing the back of Stinger’s head, delivering a hard neckbreaker that takes him down to the canvas. Synclaire quickly hooks his leg, ref,
one……….
two………
Lancett enters the ring and drops a double axehandle to the back of Synclaire’ head.
Tim: Another near fall in what has so far been an incredible tag team match.
The ref shoves Lancett towards his corner as Synclaire gets back to his feet and begins to approach the turnbuckle. He now climbs to the top and turns towards the down Stinger X-2 as he flies off and turns in mid air going for a senton bomb when Stinger gets his knees up, causing him to hit back first into them. Synclaire grabs the back of his head and rolls onto his side kicking his legs and screaming in pain.
Jerry: What a counter by Stinger!!!
Stinger X-2 slowly gets to his feet holding his knees as Synclaire begins to stand gripping the back of his head. Stinger suddenly reaches out now and makes the tag to Lancett as he enters the ring and charges at Synclaire hitting him with a hard clothesline that knocks him down to the canvas. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Synclaire slowly begins to get to his feet when Lancett goes for another clothesline that Synclaire ducks under. Lancett spins completely around in a circle as he turns to face Synclaire who kicks him to the gut and places him across his shoulders in a firemen carry position.
Tim: This could be a Death Valley Driver!
Jerry: Or he could be trying to get Lancett into position for his Syndicator.
Synclaire is about to attempt the move when Chris wraps his arm around his neck. He now slides legs first off of Synclaire’ shoulders and swings around his back as he hits a reverse DDT to a huge crowd reaction.
Jerry: My God Tim did you just see that? A reverse DDT out of the firemen carry position.
Tim: That was a very impressive counter move by Lancett.
Lancett quickly hooks Synclaire’s leg as the ref slides in and makes the count.
Ref,
one…………
two…………
Too Magnificent enters the ring and drops a big elbow across the side of Lancett’s face, breaking the pin attempt.
Jerry: Damn that Too Magnificent.
Too Mag exits the ring as Lancett gets to his feet and grabs Synclaire around the neck pulling him up before he slings him into the turnbuckle. Synclaire slams back first into it as Lancett steps in and climbs the turnbuckle behind the High Roller member. He now places him in a reverse DDT position as he sits on the top rope. The crowd begins to cheer somewhat as he jumps out of the turnbuckle spinning around and hitting a reverse DDT.
Tim: Oh a tornado reverse DDT, that was an amazing move.
Lancett now hooks the leg of Synclaire as the ref slides in and begins the count.
Ref,
one………..
two……….
Tiffany grabs Lancett’s leg from the outside of the ring and pulls him off of Synclaire. The fans get to their feet booing as loud as they can as Lancett gets to his feet pointing to the outside of the ring at Tiffany who at the same time is blaming one of the fans in the front row.
Jerry: Did you see that Tim, Tiffany just broke up this count.
Lancett turns back towards Synclaire and begins to approach him. Synclaire suddenly begins to trip Lancett and grabs him by the back of the head as he rolls him up into a small package.
Ref,
one………..
two………
thre
Lancett gets his shoulder up. The fans let out another mixed reaction as Synclaire and Lancett both get to their feet quickly. Lancett now goes for a clothesline as Synclaire steps under it and waits for him to turn back around. Lancett slowly does when Synclaire catches him, kicking him to the gut and placing his arms around his waist, before he lifts him into the air and allows him to slide over his shoulder before he hits the widow's peak.
Tim: The Syndicator, the Syndicator, this thing is over, it is done with!
Synclaire quickly makes the cover as the ref drops down and begins the count.
Ref,
one………….
Two………..
Lancett gets his shoulder up as the fans sit back absolutely shocked.
Jerry: Ohhh, Lancett just got his shoulder up, what a debut for this young talent.
Synclaire gets to his feet and tags in Too Magnificent who quickly enters the ring. Both men grab Chris by the arms and pull him to his feet when Stinger slides through the ropes to the inside. The fans begin to cheer as he charges at both members of the High Rollers and begins to pound them across their faces. Synclaire and Too Mag back up into the ropes as Lancett and Stinger X-2 both hit them with hard shots to the face. Lancett now backs up and charges at Synclaire, clotheslining him over the ropes to the outside of the ring, but taking himself out as well.
Tim: This thing is exploding, I don’t think the ref can control them.
Stinger now unloads on Too Magnificent knocking him backwards into the turnbuckle as he looks defenseless. The ref checks on the condition of Lancett and Synclaire on the other side of the ring as Tiffany slides under the ropes into the ring. The fans begin to boo as she charges at Stinger X-2 who turns just in time to catch her with a back drop, throwing her over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Synclaire stands up when Tiffany collapses on top of him, taking them both dowm to the mats.
Jerry: Tiffany could not get the best of Stinger X-2!!!
Too Magnificent now charges out of the corner as Stinger X-2 catches him in a waist lock and drops back, throwing him through the air with a belly to belly suplex. Too Mag hits the canvas hard as Stinger X-2 gets to his feet, the fans all on their feet going insane.
Tim: How the hell has Stinger taking down all of these members of the High Rollers thus far?
On the outside of the ring Michael Synclaire and Tiffany begin to stand up when Stinger X-2 grabs the top rope and uses it to pull himself over, going for a crossbody. Suddenly Synclaire pulls Tiffany in front of him, causing her to take the majority of the impact as Stinger comes down on top of them.
Jerry: Oh my God, did you just see that? Synclaire pulled Tiffany in front of him so that he wouldn't take the blunt of the impact.
Tim: I have absolutely no idea what your rambling about.
Stinger X-2 rises to his feet, not liking what he has done while in the ring Too Magnificent rises to his feet, Lancett reaching the top rope of the turnbuckle. He now jumps off, going for a crossbody which he connects with across the chest of Too Mag. The collision knocks him backwards into the canvas. Suddenly both men roll over however, Too Magnificent kicking his legs up and placing them on the second rope as he ends up on top of Lancett. The referee slides in and makes the count now.
1
2
3!
Lancett gets his shoulder up at the last second to the shock of Too Magnificent.
Jerry: A very close nearfall there!
Too Magnificent shakes his head as he grabs Lancett by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He and Lancett immediately come to blows with one another, throwing right hands to eachother's faces. Lancett then delivers a knee and goes for a clothesline that Too Mag steps under getting behind his back. As Lancett spins around Too Magnificent kicks him to the gut and places him in a front facelock. The fans are shocked as he lifts Lancett into the air, the Midas Touch!!
Tim: Oh man, Too Magnificent just delivered the Midas Touch, this one is over ladies and gentlemen.
Stinger X-2 slowly slides into the ring as Too Magnificent rises to his feet still bent forward. He now rushes in and jumps into the air, placing his leg across the back of Too Mag's head and dragging him down to the canvas face first with the famouser! The fans stand up going crazy as Too Magnificent's face slams into the canvas, he then rolls onto his back, holding his face.
Jerry: Stinger X-2 just hit one of his pattented manuevers, the momentum has switched!
Tim: This is crazy back and forth action here in this match!
Stinger X-2 rises to his feet and turns around as Synclaire slides into the ring looking out of it. Stinger jumps into the air quickly, wrapping his legs around the neck of Synclaire, setting up for a hurricarana when Michael places his hands to the back of Stinger X-2's legs, pushing him up over his head. As Stinger comes back down Michael grabs him by the back of the head and drops to the canvas, hitting the Syndicator. The entire arena explodes into boos as Stinger rises back to his feet with a dazed expression on his face before falling down front first onto the canvas.
Jerry: The Syndicator, this thing may truly be over now!
Tim: This match has come completely unglued.
Synclaire rises to his feet, stumbling back and forth a bit, looking dazed and confused as he begins to spin around in order to face Stinger X-2, beginning to approach him before the lights in the arena go out. The entire arena becomes silent as a fog begins to roll in upon the entry way, a blue light appearing behind, casting an eery glow once again.
Jerry: Uh oh, you know who this is Tim?
Tim: Watch out Synclaire!
The ring lights come back on dimly, casting that same eery blue glow as fog rolls in over the squared circle now, covering everything. All that can be seen is Michael Synclaire looking back and forth with a shocked expression on his face. He can barely see anything around him when the fog clears just enough for a figure to be visible mere inches away from him. It's none other than the Phantom, once again covered in a white hood and cloak, fog all around his thick towering frame. Synclaire's jaw drops as he turns and jumps over the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Jerry: The Phantom, the Phantom is here and he just chased Michael Synclaire right out of the ring.
Tim: Synclaire looks like he saw a ghost.
Michael's face is almost pure white as he rushes up the rampway, looking over his back at the Phantom who is standing in the center of the ring emmersed in fog. His sinister eyes remain centered upon Synclaire who steps to the backstage area at a very quick pace.
Tim: That damn Phantom, he forced Michael Synclaire to leave the ring and rush straight to the backstage area!
Jerry: Well there will be no running for Synclaire next week when he faces the Phantom in a last man standing match.
The fog covers Phantom's entire body once again, making him nearly invisible. After a second or two the fog begins to break apart and dissipate and as it does it reveals that Phantom has completely vanished from the ring.
Tim: Man, this is eery, what the hell happened to the Phantom?
Jerry: I don't know, and something tells me I don't want to know.
The ring lights return to normal as Stinger X-2, Too Magnificent and Lancett all still lie on the canvas motionless.
Jerry: Well I guess we're returning to this match, all three of these men have been hit with one another's finishing manuevers, so I'm guessing the first one to their feet is going to have the decisive edge.
Tim: I would think so Jerry, let's all give a hand to mister obvious.
Too Magnificent is the first to begin stirring, his eyes having rolled to the back of his head as he gets onto his hands and knees, trying to shake off the effects of the famouser. Lancett and Stinger X-2 also begin to move, both men showing signs of life as the referee tries to maintain some sense of order after everything that has happened thus far in this contest.
Jerry: This is certainly not fair for Too Magnificent, his partner abandoned him here in the ring, so basically, one has to think that has become nothing short of a handicap match.
Lancett stands up, looking confidant as he now makes his way towards Too Magnificent who suddenly reaches up and rolls him into a small package.
Jerry: Wait a minute!
Ref,
1
2
3!
The crowd is shocked as Lancett sits up appearing stunned, not knowing what happened. Too Mag slides out of the ring grinning from ear to ear over his victory. Stinger X-2 sits up and looks over at Lancett in disgust.
Tim: Synclaire and Too Magnificent are the new number one contenders.
Jerry: A shocking victory by the High Rollers.
Lancett stands up bending forward when Stinger steps in and hits the Meat Eater. The fans have a mixed reaction, many still cheering Stinger who rises to his feet and points at Too Magnificent who backs up the ramp grinning at what he's done. Stinger obviously wishes to get his hands on Too Magnificent.
The camera's cut to the parking lot. Apart from the ULW trucks and the odd tour bus, the car park is pretty empty it seems. Just off in the distance are the beaming headlights of a vehicle coming down a slight slope into the car park. The vehicle moves slowly and gracefully as it enters the compounds of the Pepsi Arena. As the vehicle gets closer to the camera and takes a sharp left turn, it becomes clear that the vehicle is a high class black stretch limosine.
The limosine rolls up and stops just outside the main shutters which enters the main storage department of the arena. The driver, fully kitted out in an expensive company suit and drivers hat gets out from his seat and walks all the way around the limosine to the rear door which he opens and keeps held open. The shot of the camera enables you to see most things within the vacinity of the door. A pair of shiny, black laced shoes hit the ground below the door. Then his trouser legs drop down perfectly just hanging above his laces as he stands up. Unable to see his face due to the camera shot, the man gets out and walks away from the limo with a plain sports bag in his grasp. A member of security comes over looking surprised.
Security::. "Hi there, can I see your backstage pass please sir?"
The man, who's face is still not seen to the camera, carries on walking, ignoring the guard. The guard catches up and asks again.
Security::. "You need a pass to access this area. Can I see your's please sir!"
The man stops, reaches into his pocket and shows his identity.
Security::. "Oh, I wasn't 100% it was you. Sorry to stop you sir, have a nice night."
The man walks off, keeping in silence as the camera's cut away leaving the sound of his cold foot steps walking on the solid concrete surface.
A long black modified hurst pulls up to the building and stops. Out of the driver's side exits Trinity, the leader of the Mission. Then following are Ember, Phoenix and Dharma who is carrying her burnt and headless dolly. The four walk to the back of the hurst and open the door, first steps out Killjoy, then Phantom, then Demento, then Serenity and finally Tristan steps out, both holding their Annihilation Tag team championships.
Tom Hammond: Demento, Demento...
Killjoy shoves the interviewer out of the way and they continue to the boiler room.
Commercial Break.
-[We find Chapel backstage in the parking lot. He goes to the trunk of his car. He unlatches the trunk, then jumps back in shock.]-
Chapel: Shit!
-[He looks around then gingerly darts his hand in, grabbing his bag, he smacks a few small, black creatures off of it, stomping on them.]
Chapel: Who the fuck did this?
-[Chapel stomps off in a huff. The camera goes to the trunk, still left open. The interior is swarming with small, black scorpions,]-
The show returns to the ring now as the arena goes black and Meaning to Life hits the PA system and the stage turns to strobe red lights. Psycho appears from the curtains and steps out onto the stage, the Livewire belt wrapped around his waist. He looks into the crowd and smiles sadistically. He starts to walk on down to the ramp as the first words come in from the song. He steps up onto the apron. He looks around again and smiles sadistically before leaping over the ropes showing his athleticism for his size. He walks over to a turnbuckle and climbs it. He stares into the crowd and raises a fist to the air.
Jerry: Well Tim, are you ready for what should be an explosive street fight between Psycho and Killjoy.
Tim: I've been waiting for this since Killjoy took that chair to the head of Psycho and cost him the Hardcore title at Nuclear Warfare.
Jerry: Well if Killjoy wins this match he'll be granted a shot at the Livewire title.
Tim: One that I think he deserves by the way.
The lights inside the arena dim as a "Lies" by Eavanscence begins to play with a harmonius sounding woman humming. On the video screen, a nice garden appears. In that garden, a man dressed in a long black leather trench coat with the hood pulled over his face walks towards the front of the screen. The screen goes to static along with the music and then the rock part of the song explodes out. The garden explodes and is replaced by one word: Killjoy. The video changes to shots of Killjoy himself fighting verious opponents from different parts of his career. At the entryway, Killjoy himself walks out in the same long black leather hooded trench coat that was seen in the video. The crowd lets out a huge round of boos as Killjoy makes his way towards the ramp, twin trails of fire lighting up beside him as he walks. His leg is heavilly taped up as he starts down the ramp slowly. Psycho suddenly exits the ring and rushes up the ramp, immediatly coming to blows with Killjoy as the whole crowd goes insane.
Jerry: Killjoy not waiting to get this thing started any longer.
Both men throw rights into one another's face before they reach the ring. Killjoy rolls in under the ropes and rises to his feet as Psycho slides through them as well and enters. He quickly rushes in and clotheslines Killjoy down to the canvas. The ref begins to admonish him when Psycho gives the official a deranged stare.
The referee points to his shirt as he backs into the turnbuckle. Psycho shakes his head before reaching down and wrapping his arms around the head of Killjoy, slowly pulling him to his feet. As Killjoy raises all the way up Psycho chops him brutally across the chest once more. The force of the chop causing him to back across the ring while Psycho continues to lay into him with the brutal knife edge slices. The crowd administers a whoo for each shot while Killjoy places his arm over his chest before Psycho pushes his arm away and goes for another chop, only to have Killjoy duck out of the way. Psycho spins around so his back faces Killjoy, as the he now clubs him to the spine, causing the Livewire champ to bend forward. Killjoy now hits him with another clubbing blow to the back of the head before burying his shoulder into Psycho's spine and lifting him into the air. He quickly drops backwards, delivering a huge back drop suplex. Psycho slams hard into the canvas before Killjoy drops down and covers him, placing his forearm into the face of Psycho as the referee drops down, making the count.
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Psycho gets his shoulder up at the last second.
Jerry: That was a close one already in this contest.
Killjoy now grabs Psycho by the hair and pulls him to his feet before decking him across the face with hard right hands before throwing in a hard elbow shot to the side of his face. Psycho stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle, leaning on it for support when Killjoy charges in going for a clothesline only to have Psycho duck out of the way. Killjoy now smacks into the turnbuckle chest first before Psycho turns him around and once again lays into him with hard chops across the chest. Each shot more devastating than the last, and nearly taking Killjoy off his feet. He quickly places his arms over his chest before Psycho begins to deck him across the face before stepping onto the second rope. Psycho clinches his fist and stares out into the crowd before beginning to deck Killjoy repeatedly in the face with hard right hands. The crowd begins to count along. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, Killjoy grabs the leg of Psycho and steps out of the corner before dropping back, flapjacking Psycho face first into the turnbuckle.
Tim: A smart veteran move by Killjoy.
Psycho leans on the ropes with his arms spread over them, his knees buckling. Killjoy now grabs Psycho by the back of the head before smacking him face first into the turnbuckle pad. The force of the shot causes Psycho to stumble backwards rubbing his forehead while Killjoy pulls himself onto the turnbuckle before jumping off the second rope and connecting with a huge dropkick to the champ’s chest. The force of the shot causes Psycho to roll backwards across the ring before landing on his stomach and the side of his face.
Jerry: Killjoy utilizing a high impact manuever.
Killjoy now approaches Psycho as he grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet before launching him into the ropes. As Psycho charges back in Killjoy hits with with a hard axehandle to the face, taking him down to the canvas. Killjoy remains standing before dropping a quick elbow to the chest of Psycho and rolling onto his knees. He slowly rises to his feet before dropping a second elbow to his chest cavity. Psycho sits up holding his chest in pain before Killjoy stomps him to the back of the head and grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Killjoy now chops Psycho with a brutal shot across the chest, knocking him backwards into the ropes. He quickly chops him across the chest once again. Killjoy quickly grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring. He bounces off the ropes and charges back in before Killjoy hits him with a huge back elbow to the forehead, taking him off his feet and down to the canvas back first. Killjoy quickly backs into the ropes, bouncing off them and coming back in before jumping into the air and dropping leg first across the throat of Psycho, causing him to kick his legs into the air and roll onto his side rubbing his neck.
Jerry: Killjoy is taking it to Psycho.
Tim: Why do you say that like it’s a shock?
Killjoy rises to his feet before stomping Psycho to the side of the head and now grabbing a hold of his hair, slowly pulling him to his feet. Killjoy delivers a hard piercing elbow shot to the top of his head before kicking him to the gut and grabbing him by the wrist. Killjoy tosses Psycho towards the turnbuckle, before the Livewire champion jumps into the air and lands on the second rope. Springing off of it and turning in mid air as he connects with a huge clothesline across the throat of the Killjoy, taking both men down to the canvas.
Jerry: An awesome acrobatic display by Psycho.
Killjoy quickly rises to his feet as well as Psycho who meets him with hard right hands across the face. Each shot causes Killjoy to stumble backwards before Psycho grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Killjoy bounces off the ropes and charges back in before Psycho jumps into the air and spins around, connecting with a huge spinning heel kick to the face of the Coven member, knocking him down to the canvas back first. He flops up and down on the canvas holding his mouth while Psycho rises to his feet and begins to stomp him to the forehead and chest. He quickly wraps his arm around the head of Killjoy and pulls him to his feet quickly before decking him across the face repeatedly. The champ now chops him across the chest causing Killjoy to roar in pain before he knees Psycho to the gut, causing him to bend forward. Killjoy quickly rushes backwards and bounces off the ropes, charging back in before Psycho jumps into the air and hits him with a huge flying forearm to his face, knocking him down to the canvas. Psycho collapses onto the ring gut first and rolls onto his back while Killjoy hits the canvas. Psycho gets to his feet and grabs Killjoy by the back of the head, pulling him to his feet quickly and nailing him with a hard right hand across the chin. The force of the blow causes Killjoy to take a few steps backwards while Psycho backs into the ropes and bounces off of them before charging back in. Suddenly Killjoy catches him and lifts Psycho into the air before dropping him to the canvas with a brutal spinebuster. Psycho rolls onto his stomach placing his hand over his lower back.
Tim: This thing is really going back and forth.
Jerry: And you know that move had to hurt the already injured back of Psycho.
Killjoy remains on his feet staggering a bit as he tries to clear his head before he steps towards Psycho and drops an elbow to his spine quickly. Psycho roars in pain while Killjoy raises to his feet and drops another elbow to his spine. Psycho attempts to push himself up, rising to his hands and knees before Killjoy kicks him to the ribs, causing him to roll onto his back. Killjoy quickly jumps into the air and comes down with another huge elbow to the chest of Psycho, causing him to kick his legs high into the air before he rolls onto his side. Killjoy wraps his hands around the head of Psycho and pulls him to his feet before kicking him to the gut and placing him in a side waist lock. Killjoy now drops back, delivering a huge release side suplex, throwing Psycho across the ring and crashing across the canvas back first.
Tim: Killjoy is really going to work on the back of Psycho.
Jerry: It is smart strategy to concentrate his attack upon that part of the body.
Killjoy who is, in the center of the ring approaches Psycho, rolling him onto his stomach and jumping into the air, coming down knee first into the spine of the Livewire champion. Psycho roars in pain as he reaches back grabbing his kidneys. Killjoy rises to his feet quickly before jumping into the air once again and coming down with another huge knee drop to the spine of Psycho, making him yell in horrendous pain once again before rolling onto his back. Killjoy quickly backs into the ropes and steps back in before coming down with a hard elbow to his chest. He quickly rises to his feet before dropping another elbow to his chest, making Psycho kick up before rolling to the ropes, placing his arm over the bottom one. Killjoy rises before grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet. Psycho looks to be in great pain while Killjoy pulls his hand back and chops him across the chest brutally. The force of the shot causing the fans to give him a whoo while Psycho places his arm over his chest. Killjoy brushes it away before giving him another knife edge chop, this one even more brutal. A red streak is left across Psycho’s chest before Killjoy grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring. The referee gets behind the back of Killjoy nodding his head while Psycho bounces off the ropes and charges back in before jumping into the air, going for another flying forearm. Killjoy quickly drops to the canvas as Psycho floats over and connects with a huge elbow to the face of the ref, knocking him backwards onto the canvas before he rolls across the ring and spills under the ropes to the outside.
Tim: Oh my God, the referee was just knocked out, in this unorthodox street fight.
Psycho rises to his feet looking down at the referee spread across the mats holding his face as he rolls onto his hands and knees, slowly pushing himself onto his feet. Killjoy rises to his feet as Psycho turns around and hits him with a hard kick to the gut before grabbing him around the head and delivering a huge DDT. Killjoy slams hard into the canvas face first before rolling onto his back. Psycho now stands up. Killjoy slowly gets to his feet as Psycho steps in connecting with hard right after hard right across his face. Killjoy stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle while Psycho steps backwards before charging at him. Killjoy now steps forward and drops down, wrapping his legs around the ankle of Psycho and drop toe holding him face first into the lower turnbuckle pad. Psycho grabs his jaw and nose pushing himself onto his knees. Killjoy grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet before clubbing him to the back of the head, causing him to stumble into the turnbuckle chest first. Killjoy clubs him to the back of the head once again before delivering a second clubbing blow to his spine. He quickly wraps his arms around the waist of Psycho and drops back, delivering a huge German suplex out of the corner, holding him in pinning position.
Tim: Killjoy has got this title won, but there is no referee!
Killjoy continues to hold onto Psycho with the German suplex pin for a few moments before finally breaking the waist lock and sitting up, his eyes brimming with rage. On the outside of the ring the referee has reached his feet, looking a bit out of it as he's barely able to stand. He now makes his way to the area in front of the ramp as Killjoy steps towards him, sliding through the ropes and standing on the apron as he demands the referee come back in.
Tim: Killjoy is attempting to get the referee back in the ring, he knows he's going to have a shot at the title.
Psycho slowly gets to his feet shaking the cobwebs from his head before he charges at the ropes running perpendicular to the ones Killjoy is standing in front of. He quickly jumps into the air and connects with a dropkick to the back of Killjoy’s head, knocking him off the apron and collapsing onto the referee. The crowd goes nuts, a bit shocked as the two men hit the mats.
Jerry: Psycho just took the referee again with that dropkick.
Tim: He should be disqualified for that.
Jerry: He can't be, this match is no disqualifcation.
The referee lies on the canvas in pain while Killjoy rests on his knees before slowly pushing him to a standing position. Psycho quickly steps through the ropes onto the apron while the KIlljoy turns towards him. The champion now dives off the apron and connects with a hard dropkick to the chest of Killjoy, knocking him down to the mats back first. Killjoy lies on his spine in pain while Psycho slowly gets to his feet keeping a hand pressed to his spine in horrendous pain. Psycho steps towards Killjoy before grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet. He now jabs him across the face with hard right hands before laying in with hard chops across the chest. The force of which knocking him backwards into the barricade while Psycho continues to deliver the knife edge chops before hitting him with a hard right hand across the face. Psycho takes a few steps backwards before charging at Killjoy who bends forward and backdrops him over the barricade. Psycho flies through the air before landing back first on the concrete floor and letting out a roar of pain.
Jerry: Oh man, Psycho hit that concrete hard.
Tim: Well, that would have been avoided if the referee were still awake and controlling this match.
Psycho sits up holding his spine while Killjoy steps over the barricade and kicks him to the back of the head. He leans forward in pain before Killjoy grabs him around the head and pulls him to his feet. Killjoy quickly turns Psycho towards the barricade before kicking him to the gut and placing him in a front headlock. The crowd explodes into boos as Killjoy lifts Psycho into the air for the vertical suplex, before dropping back. The crowd jeers and moans as Psycho collapses back first across the barricade and roars in pain.
Jerry: Dear God what a suplex by Killjoy!!!
Psycho lies spread over the barricade in a near unconscious state of pain while Killjoy approaches him and gives him a hard elbow to the forehead. The shot finally causes Psycho to stand up, planting his feet on the mats and stumbling face first into the ring post, leaning on it for support. Killjoy slowly steps over the barricade with a cocky air about him as he grabs Psycho by the hair and spins him around, before lifting him into the air. Killjoy places Psycho long ways across his chest in a fall away slam position before charging him back first into the ring post. Psycho lets out a roar of pain before KIlljoy backs up and once again charges him spine first into the steel post.
Tim: Killjoy really placing all of his focus on the spine of the Livewire champion, he knows where Psycho’s weak points are located.
Psycho looks to be in horrible pain as Killjoy backs up still holding him up before dropping him back first across his knee. Psycho roars in pain before rolling off his knee and landing on his stomach. Killjoy steps back, leaning on the barricade and laughing before he approaches Psycho and grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet. He buries his shoulder into the gut of Psycho before charging him spine first into the barricade. Psycho lets out a roar of pain before Killjoy pulls him away from the barricade then charges him spine first into it once again. Psycho's eyes squeeze together from pain before Killjoy stands up and jabs him to the face, the shot knocking him backwards into the barricade once again. Killjoy grabs him by the hair and pulls him away from the barricade before running him face first into the steel post. Psycho roars in pain dropping backwards onto the mats and grabbing his forehead.
Tim: Man, that ring post sure has been tested tonight.
Psycho continues to hold his forehead when Killjoy stomps him to the chest then grabs him by the locks of his hair once again pulling him to his feet. He slowly drags him around the side of the ring towards the steel steps before pulling his head back and slamming his face off the object. Psycho stands up completely with a bit of blood trickling from his forehead before Killjoy pulls his head back again and once more slams it into the steel steps, this time taking him off his feet and back first down to the mats. Killjoy chuckles before he pulls Psycho up and rolls him into the ring under the ropes. Killjoy takes his time in stepping onto the apron before bending forward and sliding through the ropes to the inside of the ring. Psycho appears to be in horrible pain as he gets to his hands and knees beginning to crawl away from Killjoy who quickly steps in and drops an elbow to his lower back. Psycho collapses back down to the canvas placing the back of his hand to his spine before Killjoy raises to his feet and drops another elbow to his kidney area. Killjoy continues to block out the pain from his injured knee. Psycho roars in pain while Killjoy gets to his feet looking back and forth at the sold out crowd, making them begin to boo him loudly. Killjoy shakes his head at their ovation before stepping in and dropping another elbow to the back of the champion.
Jerry: Psycho appears to be in horrendous pain after this assault upon his back.
Tim: I wonder how much longer he can last if this assault continues.
A referee quickly charges from the backstage area, rushing past the still down offical before sliding into the ring. Killjoy slowly grabs Psycho by the hair and pulls him to his feet before tossing him into the ropes. As Psycho charges back in Killjoy catches him in a side buster position before dropping him back first across his knee with a pendulum backbreaker. Psycho rolls onto his stomach yelling in pain while Killjoy stands over him shaking his head.
Tim: I think Killjoy expected more of a challenge from the Livewire champion.
Psycho begins to push himself up in pain before Killjoy drops another elbow to his lower back. Killjoy slowly rises before grabbing Psycho by the hair and pulling him to his feet before grabbing his arm and pulling it back and wrapping his leg around the champ’s, placing him in a abdominal stretch. Psycho roars in pain as Killjoy pulls him tightly, placing torque upon his already injured lower back. The pain shows upon his face as he squints his eyes and grinds his teeth.
Tim: This could be it Jerry, Killjoy may defeat Psycho with this vicious submission hold.
Sweat pours from the forehead of Psycho while the pain begins to overwhelm his battered body. Killjoy pulls a little tighter making him roar in pain while the ref gets into the face of Psycho, checking on his condition.
Jerry: This could very well be it, this hold has Psycho is in horrendous pain.
Killjoy nods his head as the fans shower him with boos and Psycho’s screams of pain become more intense. The ref continues to ask him if he submits while Killjoy rips at his lower back and ribs. Killjoy now elbows Psycho to the ribs sparking the crowd to unleash a huge amount of boos while the ref gets up and begins to yell at him. Killjoy merely shakes his head while continuing to keep the hold locked in. Psycho’s eyes slowly begin to roll to the back of the head from the pain as the referee grabs his arms, lifting it into the air before allowing it to drop.
Tim: I think Psycho is done, Killjoy may have defeated him with this abdominal stretch.
Psycho looks completely out of it while the ref grabs his arm and raises it into the air once again only to allow it to drop to his side for a second time. Killjoy appears pleased with himself before the referee grabs his arm for a third time and lifts it into the air. The crowd watches intently as the ref releases Psycho’s arm, looking as if it is about to drop to his side once more before it shoots into the air.
Jerry: Psycho is still alive!
Killjoy shakes his head in shock before Psycho uses all of the strength in his body to hip toss him over and onto the canvas back first. Tim: How the hell did Psycho find the strength to get out of that abdominal stretch?
Killjoy sits up on the canvas while Psycho leans on the ropes for support. Psycho now steps forward and dropkicks Killjoy to the back of the head, making him roar in pain. Killjoy suddenly falls backwards on the canvas while Psycho lies on the ring stomach first. He slowly begins to push himself onto his hands and knees holding his hand over his back before rising all the way to his feet. He slowly approaches Killjoy and grabs him by the leg and lifting it into the air before he kicks him to the back of the knee. Killjoy yells in pain before Psycho kicks him to the leg once more. The champion slowly slides Killjoy across the ring and places his leg on the second rope before jumping into the air and low dropkicking him to the knee. Killjoy roars in pain as he reaches for his leg while Psycho climbs onto the second rope and bounces off of them, jumping into the air and coming down with a huge elbow drop to his leg. Killjoy roars as he reaches for his leg only to have Psycho climb onto the second rope once more and jump into the air, coming down with a huge elbow to the side of Killjoy's knee.
Tim: Psycho is now directing all of his offence upon Killjoy’s knee, which was severally injured at Nuclear Warfare.
Jerry: That’s excellent strategy.
Killjoy reaches for his leg while Psycho slides under the ropes and onto the mats on the outside of the ring before he grabs the Killjoy's leg and pulls it off the ropes, dragging it over the apron. Psycho lifts Killjoy’s leg into the air before slamming it over the hard apron and making him roar in pain before Psycho does it once again. Killjoy leans forward looking to be in horrible pain before Psycho jabs him across the face, knocking him backwards onto the canvas. Psycho climbs onto the apron before grabbing Killjoy’s leg and lifting it into the air, he now drops off the ring and pulls Killjoy's knee onto the apron with brutal force. Killjoy roars in pain, leaning forward and reaching for his leg before Psycho grabs him by the ankle and drags him towards the ring post.
Jerry: Uh oh, I think Psycho is planning to do a lot more damage to that leg.
Psycho pulls Kingdom’s legs around the ring post before pulling the injured one of them back and slamming it into the steel. Killjoy roars in pain, sitting up and reaching through the ropes for his knees only to have Psycho retract the battered leg and once again launch it into the ring post, causing him to roar horrendously. Killjoy falls back first onto the canvas placing his hands over his face before Psycho wraps the legs of the opponent around the ring post and slowly places him in a figure four leg lock. Psycho leans backwards, hovering over the mats and holding him in the figure four as Killjoy roars in pain.
Tim: Killjoy’s wheels are being dissected by Psycho!
Psycho breaks the figure four and falls onto the mats back first. Killjoy pulls his legs back into the ring and wraps his arms around them in horrible pain while Psycho climbs onto the apron holding his spine. The champion climbs into the ring and wraps his arms around Killjoy’s head, pulling him to his feet before he grabs the Killjoy's leg and folds it up. He now lifts him into the air by his folded leg before dropping him shin first onto his knee. Killjoy roars in pain as he grabs his leg and falls to the canvas back first. Psycho grabs his leg and drags him to the ropes before rolling Killjoy onto his stomach. Psycho remains in the ring as he pulls Killjoy’s battered leg through the middle and bottom rope before hooking it around the middle one and placing Killjoy in a variation of the single Boston leg crab. Killjoy roars in pain placing his hands over his face while the champ continues to hold on the lock around the middle rope.
Jerry: Killjoy looks to be in horrible pain, he could be close to tapping out.
Psycho breaks the hold after a few moments and steps to the center of the ring. He now grabs Killjoy around the head and pulls him to his feet slowly before Killjoy buries his shoulder into the gut of Psycho and charges him spine first into the turnbuckle. Psycho roars in pain while Killjoy backs away from him hobbling on his bad leg in horrible pain. Killjoy slowly begins to charge in when Psycho steps forward and low dropkicks him to the bad knee. The force of which causes him to tumble onto the canvas face first before reaching for his battered leg. Killjoy is in horrid pain while Psycho grabs him around the neck, pulling him to his feet but still favoring his lower back. Psycho places Killjoy in a front headlock before lifting him into the air and dropping back, delivering a huge vertical suplex. Psycho quickly rolls onto his knees not releasing Killjoy from the headlock as he pulls him to his feet and drops back yet again, delivering a second vertical suplex.
Tim: Look at Psycho go!
Jerry: He’s going for the triple rolling suplex.
Psycho rolls onto his knees once more, keeping Killjoy in the front headlock. Psycho prepares to suplex him over once more when Killjoy suddenly knees him to the gut and pulls Psycho down into a double underhook. Killjoy quickly lifts Psycho into the air as his leg nearly gives out beneath him, however he is still able to deliver the vicious double underhook piledriver.
Tim: The Edgecrusher!!!
Psycho lies motionless on the canvas beside Killjoy.
Jerry: I don’t know how much Killjoy got on that it looked like his leg gave out beneath him. Killjoy rolls onto Psycho very slowly as he hooks his leg.
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Psycho kicks out at the last second to a huge ovation from the fans.
Tim: I cannot believe Psycho just kicked out of the Edgecrusher!
Killjoy gets to his knees looking shocked before he rolls onto his backside continuing to hold his knee. He slowly begins to stand up in a painstaking fashion, placing his hands on his knee, looking to be in horrible pain. He now grabs Psycho by the hair, pulling him to his knees before raising him to his feet and decking him across the face with hard right hands before grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring. Suddenly Psycho places the breaks on it and pulls Killjoy in before grabbing him by the legs and pulling them into the air. Killjoy tumbles onto his back before Psycho rolls him onto his stomach and steps over his back, grabbing his legs and placing them into the shaprshooter.
Jerry: A sharpshooter!
Killjoy roars in pain as he pushes himself up onto his hands. Psycho continues to hold in the lock while Killjoy shakes his head, trying to fight through the pain.
Tim: Come on Killjoy!
Killjoy continues to yell in horrible pain as the ref drops down, checking on his condition. Killjoy punches the canvas furiously as he feels from the horrendous pain in his injured leg.
Tim: You can make it to the ropes Killjoy, I know you can do it!
Killjoy finally begins to pull himself towards the ropes, burying his hands into the canvas as Psycho shouts into the air trying to synch the hold in tighter. The crowd continues to cheer for Psycho as Killjoy approaches the ropes, inching closer and closer to them before finally beginning to reach out for the bottom one.
Jerry: Can Killjoy make it to that rope. If not Psycho will win this match, and possibly get his revenge.
Killjoy’s fingers nearly interlock around the rope before Psycho walks backwards, pulling him to the center of the ring and putting the hold in tighter. Killjoy roars in pain shaking his head as Psycho nearly sits on his back.
Tim: Damn that cheating Psycho!
Jerry: What in the hell are you smoking Rich?
Killjoy appears ready to tap out before he places both his fist on the canvas and begins to push himself across the ring. The fans begin to boo as loud as they can as Killjoy makes his way across the ring in a painstaking fashion, showing severe pain before he reaches for the ropes with all his might.
Tim: I can't believe he's doing it!
Killjoy suddenly wraps his hand around the middle rope as the crowd explodes into boos.
Jerry: Killjoy just made it to the ropes.
Tim: He still has a shot at that Livewire championship.
Killjoy clings to the rope before Psycho releases the hold. The champion now staggers to the center of the ring shaking his head while Killjoy uses the ropes to pull himself up. Killjoy turns towards Psycho only to be chopped across the chest and met with a hard right hand across the face. Psycho now pulls him away from the ropes to the center of the ring before bending him forward and placing him in a side waist lock. The crowd begins to cheer as Psycho lifts Killjoy into the air and grabs him by the arms, dropping down and hitting the crucifix powerbomb.
Jerry: The Psychosis Bomb!
Killjoy lies on the canvas as Psycho rolls onto him and hooks his leg.
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Killjoy gets his shoulder up at the last second to the shock of the fans.
Jerry: I cannot believe this Killjoy kicked out of the Psychosis Bomb!
Psycho slowly rises to his feet grabbing his spine in horrid pain before he grabs Killjoy around the neck and pulls him to his feet. He now grabs Killjoy by his wrist and whips him towards a turnbuckle behind him. Unbeknownst to Psycho the replacement referee stands in that location, resulting in Killjoy charging chest first into the official. The crowd lets out a moan and groan as Killjoy stumbles backwards and the referee falls out of the corner face first down to the canvas. Psycho quickly turns around and drops down, placing his arm between the legs of Killjoy and rolling him backwards into a school boy pin. The fans begin to cheer as loud as they can before Psycho looks up and spots the down referee, appearing absolutely shocked.
Tim: Yeah that’s right Psycho, you took out two referees!
Psycho gets to his feet looking upset before he walks over to the referee nudging him with his foot while Killjoy gets onto his hands and knees before beginning to rise. Killjoy continues to favor his knee while Psycho turns around and gets kicked to the gut before being placed in a front headlock. Killjoy quickly drops down, delivering a huge diamond cutter. Psycho bounces up onto his knees before falling onto his side and rolling onto his back. Killjoy sits up nodding his head before he crawls onto Psycho and covers him. Killjoy lies on top of the champion for a few moments before looking up and realizing that the ref is still down. He rises to his knees shaking his head as if upset before he gets all the way to his feet and turns towards the outside of the ring where the referee is still lying on the mats.
Jerry: Killjoy I think is going to attempt to revive the referee on the outside of the ring.
Tim: It be the smart thing to do, that referee is much better than the one they sent out here.
Killjoy rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring before approaching the still down referee before grabbing him by the shirt and attempting to pull him up only to allow him to drop. The referee now begins to move as he gets to his elbows and knees. Killjoy quickly grabs him by the shirt, standing him up and dragging him towards the ring before rolling him under the ropes to the inside. The referee still appears out of it, now laying on his stomach upon the canvas while Killjoy jumps onto the apron. Psycho slowly gets to his feet using the ropes as Killjoy steps inside and steps towards him, going for a right hand. Psycho suddenly blocks it and stands up before decking him across the face repeatedly with hard right hand after hard right hand. The shots causes him to stumble backwards towards the ropes before the champion kicks him to the gut and places him in a front headlock. Killjoy suddenly drops back, throwing Psycho across the ring with a release northern lights suplex. Psycho’s flight sends him crashing back first into the turnbuckle as the crowd jeers at the sight. Psycho slams off the padding hard before falling off the turnbuckle and onto the canvas gut first.
Tim: What a beautiful counter by Killjoy!
Psycho places his hand over his lower back before slowly pushing himself to his hands and knees. Killjoy stumbles across the ring shaking the cobwebs from his head before he grabs Psycho by the hair, pulling him to his feet slowly and turning him around and placing him on his shoulder before he sits him on top of the turnbuckle. Killjoy now slowly climbs up the turnbuckle onto the second rope before he pulls Psycho onto his shoulders long ways. The fans begin to boo as Killjoy drops backwards, delivering a huge somoan drop off the turnbuckle. Psycho slams hard into the canvas flopping up and down and grabbing his lower back while Killjoy sits up before leaning backwards and pressing his shoulders against Psycho’s ribs, going for the pin.
Tim: This has to be it, Killjoy has got to have the win.
Killjoy looks over at the referee who is still lying unconscious as is the other referee near the turnbuckle. Killjoy sits up looking furious before he rises to his feet and approaches the referee once more, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and attempting to pull him up. On the other side of the ring Psycho rolls onto his hands and knees reaching back placing his hand over his severally damaged kidney area. The fans suddenly begin to boo as loud as they can as from the crowd rushes none other than Bruce Lomond.
Jerry: What the hell is Lomond doing here?
Tim: He and Killjoy have had a continued feud over the past few weeks.
Lomond jumps over the barricade and quickly approaches the time keeper who is now holding the Livewire belt. The High Roller member quickly grabs the title belt before jumping onto the apron.
Tim: Lomond has got the Livewire championship!
Psycho rises all the way to his feet as Killjoy spins around to face Lomond who rushes in and goes to strike him in the face. Unfortunately he ends up connecting with the face of Psycho, knocking him down to the canvas as boos rain down over the arena. Psycho is completely taken out by the shot when Killjoy spins around is cracked in the face with the Livewire title belt as well. Taking him down to the canvas. Bruce Lomond now drops down to the canvas and begins to slug Killjoy in the face repeatedly, acting absolutely furious as security rushes from the back.
Jerry: Bruce Lomond just came out here and took down both Killjoy and Psycho, he's stopped what was thus far an incredible one on one match between these two guys.
Tim: If this weren't a street fight this match would have already been thrown out.
Security personel now rushes from the backstage area, all of the men in yellow shirts sliding into the ring and surrounding Lomond, grabbing him around the arms and dragging him off of Killjoy. Killjoy rolls onto his side, bleeding from the scalp after the belt shot as security continues to drag a furious Bruce backwards. Lomond shouts at Killjoy as he is pulled out of the ring by the security officials, all of them trying to hold him back to the best of their abilities.
Jerry: Thank God, security got out here and removed Bruce Lomond!
Tim: Oh come on, Lomond thought this match was going on much too long, he had a right to interject.
Jerry: What logic are you using?
Lomond continues to be dragged backwards up the ramp pointing and shouting towards the ring as Psycho is the first to begin moving, rolling onto his side with blood running down his forehead, he slowly pushes himself up into a crawling position, making his way towards the down Killjoy slowly.
Tim: Psycho may have the victory over Killjoy.
Jerry: I can't believe this match is going to end this way.
The referee who was dragged back into the ring begins to awake, looking towards the bloody Psycho who drops down on top of Killjoy, hooking his leg.
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3!!
Killjoy shoots his shoulder up off the canvas at the last second, forcing Psycho to rise onto his knees with a shocked expression on his face, shaking it back and forth.
Tim: Killjoy kicked out!!
Jerry: How!?!
Psycho cannot believe what has happened yet slowly stands up, pulling Killjoy with him in the process. He now stands him up, Killjoy barely able to remain on his feet before he kicks him to the gut and rushes backwards into the rope, bouncing off of them. As he comes back in Psycho jumps into the air for a textbook crossbody only for Killjoy to grab a hold of him and remain standing. Psycho is shocked as his legs are whipped out and he's swung around the body of Killjoy who drops him down to the canvas with a rock bottom type manuever.
Tim: The Reality!!
Jerry: Unbelievable!
Killjoy rests on his knees, out of breath as he drops down on top of Psycho, hooking his leg. The referee once again makes the count, still a bit out of it.
Ref,
1......
2.....
3.....
Killjoy rises to his knees lifting his arms into the air, the referee grabbing his wrist and motioning towards him. Killjoy suddenly stands up and shoves the referee out of the way. Lies by Evanescene playing in the background.
Jerry: Killjoy won this battle here tonight, pulling that Egdecrusher out of nowhere.
Psycho begins to push himself up, not staying down for long as Killjoy shakes his head at the sight of this as he now reaches into the front of his attire, retrieving a pear of handcuffs. The fans are shocked as he holds it up in front of him. The referee steps in his way, telling him that he can't do this when Killjoy shoves him from his path and grabs the arm of Psycho who appears to be out of it, cuffing one of his wrist and placing the other end around the second rope. The fans begin to boo as loud as they can at the sight of Killjoy cuffing Psycho to the second rope.
Tim: What the hell is Killjoy doing?
Jerrry: Oh my God, he's handcuffing Psycho again, much in the same way he did at Nuclear Warfare last week.
Killjoy now drops down to the canvas, rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. He now lifts the banner hanging off the apron and reaches under the ring, grabbing ahold of a steel chair. The crowd once again starts booing at the sight of this, Killjoy lifting the chair high above his head and turning towards the ring now.
Jerry: Dear God no, this is down right disgusting! Don't do it Killjoy.
Tim: Killjoy is finally going to make use of these street fight rules.
Killjoy slides into the ring clutching the steel chair and looking down at Psycho with a sadistic smile on his face. Psycho is on his hands and knees trying to pull his hand free when Killjoy smacks him over the back with the steel chair. Psycho yells out in pain as he drops onto his stomach, writhing in agony as Killjoy lifts the chair into the air once again smacking it over his spine devestatingly. The crowd boos in disgust at the sound of the chair shots.
Tim: Killjoy is now wearing Psycho down with that steel chair!
Jerry: This is downright sadistic.
Killjoy is about to strike Psycho with the chair again when from the backstage area waltzes none other than Too Mangificent, in his street gear now.
Jerry: And if this couldn't get any worse here comes Too Magnificent.
Tim: He's got to be coming out here to get his hands on Psycho now. He has to be fuming over the loss of his Livewire title at Nuclear Warfare.
Psycho is writhing in pain, lying across his stomach and grinding his teeth from the agony of the chair shots as Too Magnificent now slides into the ring under the ropes and rises to his feet, walking up behind Killjoy who lifts the chair above his head once more. Suddenly Too Magnificent grabs it from him, snatching it out of his hand as Killjoy spins around in shock. The steel chair is now swung right into his forehead, the sound of the impact echoing throughout the arena, where a multitude of shocked fans sit, their jaws dropped as they examine what just transpired.
Jerry: Wait a minute, Too Magnificent just took Killjoy's head off with that steel chair, but why!?!
Tim: I'm speechless.
Jerry: Thank God.
Psycho grips his back yet looks up at Too Mag who throws down the steel chair. The Livewire champion appears shocked by Too Magnificent's actions who reaches into his pants pocket and removes a pear of keys, bending over Psycho and begining to uncuff him to a great deal of cheers from the sold out crowd.
Tim: I can't believe this, Too Magnificent just removed Psycho's handcuffs, what the hell is he thinking?
Jerry: I don't know, I'm tired of trying to find any sanity in this federation.
Too Magnificent throws the handcuffs out of the ring and just stares at Psycho who rises to his knees, looking up at him in confusion. The referee stands back, powerless to do anything about any of this. The fans are shocked as Psycho sits up and stares into the face of Too Magnificent who just grins and slides through the ropes now onto the apron, before dropping down to the mats.
Tim: What the hell is going on here!?! Is Too Magnificent trying to get into the head of Psycho or something?
Jerry: That's a very good question that I guess only Too Magnificent would be able to answer.
A bloody Psycho begins to stand up slowly, keeping his eyes on Too Magnificent who backs up the ramp slowly, with a half grin on his face. Too Magnificent continues to look into the ring with a slight grin on his face as Psyhco stares at him still in confusion. Killjoy rolls onto his side, blood rolling down his face as he breaths deeply, looking absolutely infuriated.
Commercial Break.
The scene switches to the backstage area where Tom Hammond is standing by with none other than Bruce Lomond. Bruce is wearing a pear of dark pants, a "The Hatred" shirt and a pear of sunglasses. He crunches his knuckles as he takes deep breaths, looking annoyed by something as Tom stands over his shoulder with a concerned expression on his face.
Hammond: Bruce, tonight you take on Orlando Cruze in a match of atrriction some would say. Where the winner, many would think, would be catapulted right up to World title contendership. But what the whole world is talking about, is the change they've seen you undergo over the last few weeks, perpatrating some rather dasterdally acts against Killjoy, and a hand full of other....
Lomond snaps his head towards Tom, giving him an angry, almost firocious stare, as if about to tear into him as he reaches up and removes his sunglasses.
Lomond: You actually think I give a damn what those people believe out there. Their opinions are irrelevant! Obvious by their continued support of a man like Daemon Frost, or a guy the likes of Orlando Cruze. I remember a time when they would all stand and cheer my name, but that time is over! Because I realized their support wasn't going to get me my opportunity, my chance to solidify myself as the greatest here in the ULW. So what if I have changed over the past few weeks, the fact of the matter is, I've changed for the better Hammond. I go out there week after week now, to get the victory, plain and simple, no matter what I have to do in order to get the win. Killjoy found out about that last Sunday, and Cruze is going to discover that tonight. Because I'm not going to stop working on that injured arm, just like Killjoy's shattered leg, until my hand is raised into the air and I'm announced the ultimate victor. Nobody is going to stand in the way of my ascension to that World title. You see, Daemon Frost doesn't deserve to have another opportunity at the championship. He's barely said a word over the past few weeks, and shown his face even less. He doesn't belong in the World title contendership, and it's about time, somebody made him realize that. Why should he be getting opportunities when a man of my talent, of my skill, of my overbearing charisma is being held back.
Hammond: So you don't believe Daemon Frost deserves another opportunity at the title.
Lomond: Isn't that what I just said? Clean your eats out Tom. The fact of the matter is, your looking at a real number one contender right here, and his name, is "The Hatred" Bruce Lomond. And nobody, I repeat nobody, is worthy enough of standing in my way. Now, did you hear that Hammond, or do I have to make my actions a little more clearer.
Bruce steps into Tom's face when Killjoy suddenly enters the scene. The fans go nuts as he begins to throw right hands into the face of Lomond, Bruce retaliating with rights of his own. Hammond clears out of the way as they back into the chain link set for the interview area, continuing to unload upon one another. Killjoy's knee is heavily taped up as Bruce hits him with clubbing blows over the back, Killjoy's shoulder buried into his stomach, pinning him against the wall. Killjoy delivers rights and lefts to his stomach while Bruce continues to hit him with clubbing shots over the shoulder blades, looking absolutely furious. Security steps in quickly, trying to seperate both men to the best of their abilities. Hammond looks absolutely shocked by what he is seeing, trying to get out of harm's way while both men continue to unload upon one another in an angry deranged fashion.
Tim: My God Jerry, Killjoy and Lomond are trying to destroy one another in the backstage area.
It takes a large amount of security personal to finally seperate both men, pulling them apart. Several hold Bruce Lomond against the wall while the others drag Killjoy backwards, who seems obsessed with getting his hands on "The Hatred." Bruce's face is blood red while he stares at Killjoy, demanding to be let go.
Killjoy: We're not through yet you son of a bitch!
Lomond: Let me go you bastards, I'll kill him, you hear me, your finished when I get my hands on you Killjoy!
Both men try to get free, looking as if they want to destroy one another. Security finally pulls Killjoy away as Lomond looks to regain control over his anger, staring off at his rival who is dragged away at security.
Lomond: All right fellas, you can let me go now, don't make me do something I'll regret.
Bruce seems to be a little more calm and collective as security finally releases him, taking a few steps in reverse. Lomond shakes his head as he continues to stare off in the direction Killjoy was dragged away in. Bruce fixes his shirt, straightening himself out before he turns to start down the hallway once again. Suddenly Psycho rushes in and jumps on top of him, shocking Lomond and both men collapse onto the ground. A bloody Psycho throws right hands downward into his face while Bruce counters with wild fist of his own. The fans are on their feet in surprise as Psycho continues to rain down upon his face with right hands. Security suddenly rushes in, grabbing Psycho by the arms and pulling him off of Lomond now who lies on the ground holding his nose and looking up at Psycho in a furious fashion. Psycho shouts down at him, trying to get free from the grasp of the large security gaurds in the process.
Psycho: You and me Lomond, you and me! Your not going to get away with what you did earlier, you hear me!
Lomond's eyes are buldging from his head it appears as he continues to lie on the ground looking up at Psycho, security now surrounding him to make sure he doesn't do anything to further escalate this heated situation. Bruce appears to be fuming in anger, taking deep breaths as he tries to control himself.
The show returns to the ring, everyone overly anxious to see this one get started, a main event tag match that should be unlike any other. All of their eyes are focused upon the entry way, awaiting the arrival of those set to do battle in this huge match.
Jerry: Well Tim, the time has come. At last we’re going to see this huge tag match, that shall pit Daemon Frost against Hellkat, two people who are suppose to battle over the ULW World Heavyweight title at our very next payperview, War of the Worlds. Apparently there is some dispute over that number one contendership though.
Tim: This personal issue between Frost and Hellkat developed all the way back when Frost was screwed out of the world title in many people's eyes by Johnny Kingdom. Frost did not have a return match clause in his contract and has had to wait till he defeated Lethal Weapon until he would get his rematch.
Jerry: Yes, needless to say this thing is going to be personal.
Tim: Enough about all of that though Jerry, seeing as your opinion is irrelevant anyways. What everyone has to be wondering, yours truly included, is who Hellkat is going to find, crazy enough, to be his tag team partner tonight? I mean who in their right mind would team with Hellkat against the likes of AWOL and Daemon Frost? They’d have to be mentally handicapped to want to tangle with that tandem.
Jerry: The two of them have burnt a lot of bridges in the past, so it could be any number of people.
Suddenly Daemon Frost walks from behind the curtain to a mixed reaction from the fans. Dressed in a white business shirt and faded blue jeans torn at the knees, Daemon stands there, a smile on his face. He listens for a moment, to both his own music and the crowd around him. Moonlight Sonata plays over the speakers, a complete contrast to the violence that will ensue shortly. He walks, completely focused to the ring, where he quickly hops to the apron and pulls on the ropes before stepping into the ring. Daemon slowly rolls and cracks his neck and stretches his arms, waiting with great anticipation for the violence to begin again.
Tim: Hahaha, look at Daemon Frost, he doesn’t even look worried about this match, not that he should be with partner AWOL.
Jerry: He’d have to be crazy not to be worried.
The arena goes dark as air raid sirens split the air. A trio of search lights pan over the crowd for a few moments before snapping up to the top of the stage as Sulley screams "YOU BETTA GO AWAY!" out of the loud speakers. Godsmack's "Whatever blares as the mushroom cloud pyros fire on the corners of the stage and the biggest, craziest bastard in ULW stomps out from the back. He pointedly ignores the jeers from the crowd as he makes his way to ringside and climbs into the ring. AWOL turns and climbs onto one of the turnbuckles, looking around with a maniacal expression at the audience and mouthing off to any that are nearby, before hopping down and turning to look up the ramp and wait for his opponents.
Tim: And here comes AWOL!
Jerry: There’s no need to become so excited.
Tim: Oh yes there is, it’s AWOL for crying out loud, there's no telling when he might come over here and try something crazy.
"Samhain" by Inkubus Sukkubus hits the loud speakers as Hellkat's entrance video begins to play across the titontron as Hellkat walks out onto the entry ramp cheers ring out loudly. She walks down the ramp slowly, looking at the floor. The World Heavyweight title is wrapped around her waist as she slides her hooded trench coat off and throws it down onto the mats, patiently awaiting the arrival of her tag team partner, whoever it might be. She stares into the ring at Daemon Frost who appears ready to tear into her.
Jerry: Look at that expression on Daemon’s face, I can’t recall when anybody has gotten under his skin as deeply as Hellkat. I mean these two have been at one another's throats over the past few months.
Hellkat continues looking back and forth at the faces of AWOL and Frost, ready to uncoil her wrath upon them at any cost. Her music now fades out and is replaced by silence, everyone in the arena waiting to see who her tag team partner is going to be.
Jerry: Well this is it, the moment we’ve all been waiting on.
Tim: Let’s see who signed their death wish tonight.
There is still an awkward silence passing in the stadium, everyone seated on pins. The arena is restless, in waiting for the next superstar to come out. Nobody comes out for a while, making the crowd even more restless. They don't even know who is wrestling in this match. Suddenly, a voiceover comes over the sound system. "MNOOSE!" it says, as the crowd goes crazy for this individual. "The Idiot Song Remix" by Monty Python and Bob starts to play. Now at least we know who is wrestling. Bob comes out of the backstage, and onto the stage to a huge pop from the crowds. He starts yelling "Mnoose!" as well as doing his happy dance before heading to the ring. On the way, he stops, reaches into his EXTREMELY tight leather pants, and pulls out a clown wig. He places it on an unsuspecting fan's head, giggles, then continues his trek to the ring.
Tim: No, it can’t be. Your kidding me!
Frost looks confused as he steps away from the ropes, AWOL’s doing the same as both men look completely bewildered by what they’re seeing.
Jerry: It is, it’s Bob!!
Tim: I can’t believe what I’m seeing, this is impossible!
The crowd’s reaction only continues to grow as he walks down the ramp smacking a few hands on the way. Hellkat turns and looks over her shoulder at Bob then stares back at the surprised AWOL and Frost with a slight grin on her face. AWOL doesn't look impressed with Frost just shakes his head in confusion.
Jerry: This is one of the most shocking moments in Core history ladies and gentlemen, Hellkat and Bob have joined forces tonight to do battle with AWOL and Frost.
Tim: This is one of the craziest things I've ever seen. This guy looks like a freaking crack head.
Bob steps up beside Hellkat as both their eyes turn towards the ring, the smiles on their faces fading. Bob and Hellkat storm the ring, sliding under the ropes and immediately rising to their feet. Both of them begin to throw right hands into the faces of AWOL and Frost backing them towards the ropes. Bob is slugging Daemon in the face repeatedly, knocking him into one of the turnbuckles back first where he continues to throw rights. The shots make Frost's legs kick up into the air, a surprised expression on his face. AWOL steps backwards into the ropes, rights and lefts being hurled into his squared jaw.
Jerry: Bob and Hellkat wasting no time in this confrontation!
Tim: This, this isn’t fair, it isn’t fair I tell ya!
Hellkat takes a step back then clotheslines AWOL, knocking him over the ropes and to the outside of the ring. He bounces off the apron against his back then tumbles onto the outside mats before rising to his feet and stumbling into the barricade looking caught off guard. Hellkat suddenly rushes across the ring and dives through the ropes, landing on top of AWOL, taking both of them down to the canvas with Hellkat landing on top as she begins to throw right hands into his face repeatedly. The crowd goes absolutely insane at the sight of the suicide dive, Hellkat still launching fist into the face of AWOL and yelling at him in anger.
Jerry: Look at Hellkat go, she’s like a woman possessed out here!
Bob grabs Frost by the wrist and pulls him out of the corner before throwing a hard knife edge chop right across his chest, followed by another that nearly takes him out of his boots. Frost stumbles backwards into the ropes before Bob kicks him to the chin with a big boot, the shot knocking Daemon over the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Frost turns completely upside down before tumbling onto his side upon the mats. Hellkat finally breaks away from AWOL and rolls to the inside of the ring, standing up beside Bob who turns back and forth ready for action. The fans are on their feet, giving a standing ovation to what they’ve seen as Bob and Hellkat spin around in circles, ready to pounce upon anything that should enter.
Jerry: Bob and Hellkat have cleared the ring, this is all out insanity.
Tim: AWOL and Frost need to get their heads on straight here. Actually nevermind, I hope they do get their asses kicked in this match, wait then Hellkat and this Bob character would win, there's nobody out here worth supporting?
Frost gets to his feet and steps around the ring where AWOL is now standing, leaning against the barricade and swiping his mouth, looking into the palm of his hand to make sure there’s no blood. He now begins to point towards the ring, shouting at Bob and Hellkat, both of them urging him to reenter. The heard referee John York steps in, demanding either Hellkat or Bob exit the ring. Hellkat reluctantly does so while Frost places his hand on the shoulder of AWOL, talking into his ears and trying to get their heads straight. They both start towards the ring now, Frost sliding in under the ropes while AWOL rises onto the apron in his corner still holding his jaw. Bob turns and talks with Hellkat as she steps through the ropes into their corner when Frost rushes up behind him and delivers an axehandle to the back of Bob’s head, knocking him down to the canvas. An enraged Daemon now begins to stomp at Bob repeatedly, shouting some discouraging words in the process. He then turns towards Hellkat and makes an up yours motion before Hellkat spits in his face. The crowd has a mixed reaction before Daemon tries to get at Hellkat, York stepping in his way and holding him back. Frost shouts angrily to let him go, trying to reach over the official’s shoulder at an angry Hellkat as Bob uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, leaning forward. Frost turns away from the official and steps up behind Bob once again, beginning to club him over the back of his shoulders repeatedly in an angry fashion.
Tim: I can’t believe Hellkat just disrespected our Frost like that.
Frost grabs the shoulder of Bob and spins him around when he launches a forearm into his chin. The blow knocks Daemon backwards with a surprised expression on his face before Bob delivers a knife edge chop across his chest, followed by another. The crowd unleashes a whoo as Frost stumbles backwards cringing with each shot before being hit with another forearm that takes him off of his feet and down to the canvas. Bob looks furious, remembering exactly what Frost did to him only a week ago. Daemon rises to his feet quickly and receives a vicious clothesline, the blow taking him down to the canvas before Frost rolls onto his hands and knees and gets to his feet quickly. Bob steps in, his face blood red as he begins to chop him across the chest once again, resulting in more whoos from the ecstatic sold out crowd. The blows send Frost reeling, stumbling backwards into the turnbuckle which he is forced to lean upon for support. Bob gives him another knife edge chop even more brutal than the last, red streaks left across his chest. Bob grabs him by the hair and begins to throw right hands into his face repeatedly. The crowd is still going crazy as Bob drags Frost out of the corner and places him in a front facelock before connecting with a brutal snap suplex, slamming him onto the canvas. Frost sits up already looking short on breath after the knife edge chops and the quick suplex. Bob steps up behind Frost and gives him a hard kick right to his spine making him yell out in pain. He now grabs Frost by the hair, rolling him onto his knees and pulling him to his feet. He grabs him by the back of the head and rushes him towards one of the turnbuckles, pulling it back and slamming him face first into it. Bob is absolutely continues to drive Frost’s face into the top turnbuckle pad repeatedly.
Jerry: I can’t believe this, Bob is just tearing Frost apart.
AWOL looks irate in his corner, shouting for Frost to do something. After having his head slammed into the turnbuckle for a fourth time, the crowd counting along, Bob spins him around and places him against the corner. He quickly steps up onto the second rope and begins to throw right hands down into his face repeatedly. The crowd once again chimes in, counting each blow to the forehead of Frost. Even Hellkat stands on the apron counting, lifting her hand into the air and shouting each number. 1......2.....3.....4.....5....6.....7.....8.... Frost wraps his arms around the legs of Bob and steps out of the corner dragging him out with him, the fans are shocked to see him pull the 500 pounder forward, only if it is for a few inches. He then drops Bob down onto his knee, going for an atomic drop yet Bob lands on his feet much to Frost's shock. Daemon stands up only for Bob to step in and clothesline him down to the canvas violently. AWOL shakes his head, greatly discouraged at the sight of this. Bob grabs Frost by the hair, pulling him up onto his knees then dragging him to his feet when Daemon knees him to the gut. Bob bends forward holding his stomach before Frost gives him a huge knee lift right to the face, the shot echoing throughout the arena and causing Bob to stand up, stumbling backwards a bit holding his nose. Frost quickly grabs his arm and steps up under it, placing him in an arm ringer as he begins to make his way towards AWOL.
Tim: Daemon Frost is finally getting some offense in here, it’s about damn time!
Jerry: Bob has just been beating on him viciously thus far, he’s got some real passion.
Frost reaches out and tags in AWOL with his free hand, still holding Bob in the arm ringer with the other. AWOL slides through the ropes and enters the ring with a determined look on his face as he grabs Bob’s arm, twisting it once again as he steps under it and grips his wrist. Frost exits the ring, stepping onto the apron, examining his chest which is blood red from the chops. Bob yells in pain as his arm continues to be twisted by AWOL who begins to mouth off, talking about his own superiority when Bob throws a forearm shot right into his chin. The shot isn’t enough to make him release the arm ringer until he gets hit with another. Finally he allows Bob’s arm to drop to his side before Bob uses it to slug AWOL in the forehead. He then kicks him to the gut repeatedly with hard shots while throwing vicious right hands into his forehead. Bob quickly steps to the side of AWOL who is bent forward and wraps his arms around his waist. He quickly drops backwards, throwing AWOL through the air with an unbelievable gutwrench suplex. AWOL slams into the canvas hard then sits up with a pain ridden expression upon his face. He quickly however rolls onto his hands and knees then stands up when Bob steps in and wraps his arms around his waist, dropping backwards and throwing AWOL through the air with a belly to belly suplex. AWOL slams across his back once more, rolling onto his side this time and reaching for his kidney area.
Jerry: Bob is just on fire with those suplexes.
Tim: He’s picking AWOL apart, this isn’t good at all!
AWOL rolls onto his hands and knees when Bob steps in and stomps him to the back of the head repeatedly, looking incredibly flustered. He grabs AWOL around the neck and pulls him up onto his feet slowly before shoving him back first into the turnbuckle hard. AWOL hits it and nearly falls forward until he is hit with an absolutely unbelievable chop across the chest. AWOL’ legs kick into the air yet his arms are strewn over the ropes, keeping him from plummeting to the canvas as yet another chop, equally as devastating is thrown across his chest. The crowd whoos. Frost has had enough, sliding through the ropes into the ring when Bob sees him coming and rushes in, hitting him with a huge double elbow right to the face. The shot takes him off of his feet and down to the canvas, Bob turning back towards AWOL who continues to lean against the turnbuckle in pain. Bob charges in when AWOL steps out of the way, causing him to connect chest first with the turnbuckle. Bob looks dazed by the collision as he stumbles backwards when AWOL steps away from the ropes and jumps into the air, grabbing the back of Bob’s head and dragging him down to the canvas with a huge reverse neckbreaker. The move takes the wind out of the sails of the fans, Bob hitting the canvas hard and popping right back up onto his seat grabbing the back of his neck. Frost rolls under the ropes back onto the apron, getting to his feet slowly as he shakes off the effects of that forearm shot to his face.
Tim: Did you see that neckbreaker? That was beautiful!
Jerry: Yes we all saw it Tim.
AWOL stands up still shaking off the effects of the suplexes when he walks up behind Bob who is rising to his feet. He bends forward and places his shoulder into the spine of Bob, attempting to lift the plus sized man up yet unable to do so. Bob just stands there grinning before he steps around behind the big crazy bastard. AWOL spins around with a shocked look on his face when Bob goes for a clothesline that AWOL steps under. He gets right behind Bob and wraps his arms around his waist, dropping back and hitting a release German suplex. The crowd becomes irate and shocked, as Bob hits the canvas then rolls onto his stomach holding his back in pain.
Tim: A tremendous German suplex, that was off the hook. AWOL germaned a 500 pounder.
Bob lies on his stomach clutching the back of his neck before he pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, beginning to crawl towards Hellkat who looks primed for a tag. AWOL suddenly steps in and drops an elbow across the back of his neck, taking him down to the canvas across his stomach. AWOL rises right back to his feet and lifts his arm into the air, coming down with another elbow drop to the back of Bob’s neck, who begins to yell in horrendous pain once again. AWOL quickly rises to his feet with a grin on his face before he drops down knee first into the back of his neck, keeping it pressed there as he places both of his hands on top of it, pressing down.
Tim: The neck has become the focal point of AWOL's offense now.
Bob yells in pain with all the pressure being placed across the back of his neck when AWOL stands up and extends his leg out, dropping it across the back of Bob’s head. He quickly rises to his feet once more and delivers the same move yet again, this time faster and more violent. AWOL gets back to his feet and stomps him to the back of the head ferociously. He now pulls Bob to his feet, gripping his hair tightly in between his fingers before getting him onto his knees. He grabs him by the chin and the top of his head, twisting it sideways at an ungodly angle and looking ever intense as Bob yells in pain, reaching for his neck in pain.
Jerry: AWOL is trying to do nothing short of break Bob’s neck.
AWOL throws a knee into the back of Bob’s head while still twisting it, then delivers another equally as brutal knee. He finally breaks the hold however and pulls Bob to his feet. Bob seems to be in a lot of pain before he is grabbed by the wrist and whipped into the corner. He turns around and smacks into it back first, doing perhaps even more damage to his neck. AWOL steps in and stomps him to the gut before stepping through the ropes onto the apron. He steps around the outside of the turnbuckle, placing his legs on both sides of the exposed post before reaching in under the ropes and grabbing both of Bob’s wrist. He leans backwards pulling on his arms and causing the back of his neck to be torqued against the turnbuckle pad. Bob roars in pain in this unique submission variation before the referee steps in and begins to make a five count, reaching four when AWOL finally releases Bob’s wrist. He now reaches in under the ropes and underhooks both of Bob’s arms. He locks them in a full nelson under the ropes, once again leaning backwards off the apron almost. A look of pure agony has filled Bob’s face as more damage is done to his neck.
Tim: Are you seeing this Jerry, AWOL is utilizing a really unique full nelson variation, imagine the damage this is doing to Bob’s neck.
York is once again forced to step in and begin the five count on AWOL, reaching four before AWOL releases Bob’s arms. Bob falls to his knees out of the corner, holding the back of his neck in a great deal of pain when AWOL slides through the ropes to the inside of the ring, looking incredibly furious. Hellkat watches on from her corner, not appearing happy over what is happening and shouting for Bob to get up. AWOL grabs Bob around the head and pulls him to his feet before bending him forward and then throwing him backwards into he turnbuckle, his neck colliding with it hard. Bob steps forward only for AWOL to grab him around the head once again and throw him backwards into the turnbuckle a second time. Bob’s neck once again bounces off of the turnbuckle before he steps forward and gets kicked to the gut. AWOL places him in a front facelock, setting up for a DDT when Bob grabs him by the back of the legs and lifts them into the air causing AWOL to tumble onto his back. The fan go crazy as Bob attempts to place AWOL in the sharpshooter only for Frost to step in and club him over the back of his neck. Bob is forced to release the legs of AWOL and fall forward onto the canvas gripping the back of his head. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Daemon shakes his head and steps through the ropes onto the apron once more in his corner.
Jerry: Frost breaking up what probably would have a hilarious sharpshooter attempt by this plus sized Bob.
AWOL rolls onto his hands and knees, rising to his feet before he steps towards Frost and tags him into the match. Daemon enters with a grin on his face as he moves towards Bob who sits up holding the back of his neck. Daemon grabs both of his arms and wraps them around Bob’s own throat before placing his knee into the back of his neck, locking in a cobra clutch variation. The crowd is still overly angry, standing and booing as loud as they can while Bob yells in pain, his neck being badly damaged. Frost has a huge grin upon his face, relishing in the damage that he is causing. Bob grinds his teeth, trying to fight through the pain being inflicted upon him.
Tim: A very nice cobra clutch variation locked on Frost, placing that knee right into the injured area of Bob’s neck at the same time as keeping the hold applied!
The crowd is pleading for Bob to stand up. He begins to oblige their demands, slowly pushing himself upwards, fighting through the trauma coursing through his neck. Finally he reaches his feet as the crowd continues to go nuts.
Jerry: Bob has fought his way up to his feet!
Tim: That is impossible.
Frost continues to hold Bob as he tries to escape the move to the best of his abilities. He suddenly drops down, pulling Bob down across the back of his neck onto his knee still in the cobra clutch. Bob leans forward grabbing the back of his head and shouting in pain from the horrendous blow. Frost stands up extending his arms out to his sides and grinning as the fans bombard him with boos before giving Bob a sharp kick to the back of the head. Frost motions for Hellkat to enter the ring as Hellkat just shakes her head. Frost then pushes Bob’s head forward and begins to throw clubbing blows into it repeatedly as well as hitting it with a couple of closed fist shots. Daemon now grabs him around the neck and rolls him onto his knees, standing him up slowly when Bob throws a forearm into his stomach, followed by another. Frost bends forward grabbing his stomach, looking to be in a great deal of pain as Bob begins to deliver hard rights to his face, desperately trying to get out of this predicament.
Jerry: Bob is fighting back, he’s fighting through all of the odds!
Tim: It won’t last!
AWOL shouts at Frost to get back on the offensive, demanding he do so as he watches on in disgust. Bob grabs Daemon by the wrist and whips him across the ring, as he bounces off of the ropes and comes back in Bob jumps into the air and connects with a back elbow right to his chest, taking both men down to the canvas. Bob lands on his hands and knees before placing one of his palms across the back of his neck grinding his teeth in pain. He slowly rises to his feet still clutching his neck as Frost stands up as well, his legs wobbly beneath him when Bob connects with a right across his chin, followed abruptly by another. Bob then kicks him to the gut and steps in, underhooking both of Daemon’s arms as he sets up for possibly a butterfly suplex when Frost pulls his arms free and steps around to the side of Bob holding onto his wrist. Bob is unable to put a halt on being pulled into a hard short arm clothesline, the force of which sending him into a corkscrew that eventually causes him to land across his back with a dazed look on his face. Hellkat looks discouraged, walking back and forth on the apron shaking her head. Tim: What a clothesline by Daemon Frost! That could have severed the head of Bob from the rest of his spine, and here’s hoping it did.
Bob lies across his back still appearing dazed as Frost steps in and places his foot to his throat, pressing down upon his knee and looking back and forth at the fans with a passionate expression upon his face. The referee steps into his face, beginning to count to five before he finally takes his foot away. He gets nose to nose with York, while Bob rolls onto his hands and knees, pushing himself up slowly. Daemon spins around to face him, appearing upset that he won’t stay down as he rushes across the ring for another devastating clothesline. Bob steps under his arm however and then grabs him by the back of the head, dropping down into a huge reverse neckbreaker. The fans jump from their seats at the sight of this, Bob sitting up with sweat streaming down his face, feeling the tide changing.
Jerry: Bob scores a huge neckbreaker! This is his chance to make a tag!
Tim: He has to in order for his team to stay in this match!
Bob gets onto his knees, his neck killing him as he begins to crawl. Frost slowly begins to roll onto his stomach, appearing to have a lot taken out of him by the last move. He still starts to crawl across the ring, making his way towards his corner while AWOL is leaning over the ropes with his arm extended outward, desperate for a tag. Bob also crawls across the ring, going in the opposite direction. Hellkat has her hand well stuck out, almost falling into the ring as she leans over the ropes. The crowd is going crazy as they see Bob get within inches of Hellkat when Daemon smacks the hand of AWOL who quickly slides through the ropes to the inside of the ring. Bob reaches out to smack the hand of Hellkat when AWOL hits her with a double forearm to the side of the head, the shot knocking her off the ropes, causing her to spill to the outside of the ring as the fans jump all over AWOL. AWOL immediately spins around and stomps Bob to the forehead, taking him down to the canvas once again.
Tim: So much for Bob making the tag, it was just prevented by AWOL.
Jerry: And the crowd certainly wasn’t pleased by that.
Tim: They’re never happy, what do they want? A bright red balloon for crying out loud?
AWOL grabs Bob by the hair and pulls him to his feet, throwing a knife edge chop across his chest that nearly takes him out of his boots. AWOL now goes for a right hand that Bob steps under, getting behind his back. AWOL spins around when Bob rushes in going for a clothesline that AWOL steps under at the last second. He gets behind Bob's back as the plus sized competitor spins around and gets grabbed by the throat. Bob begins to shake his head in shock as AWOL uses every ounce of his energy to lift Hellkat's associate into the air, chokeslamming him down brutally onto the canvas. The entire ring shakes as a result.
Tim: A huge chokeslam by AWOL onto Bob, that nearly caved in the entire ring!!
Jerry: I thought that it was.
AWOL drops down on top of Bob who is holding the back of his neck, hooking his leg.
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No! Bob gets his shoulder up at the last second to a grand ovation from the sold out crowd. Hellkat has climbed back onto the apron holding her chin and looking annoyed by AWOL who has grabbed Bob’s wrist and dragged him to the center of the ring. He now drops down to the canvas and wraps his legs around the neck of Bob, placing them in a figure four around his throat almost and grabbing one of his arms, pulling it up through the 4 and holding it there. The fans change their tune, booing horrendously at the sight of the hold which is tightly wrapped around the neck of Bob who is trying everything in his power to fight out of it.
Tim: Here is a unique submission hold by AWOL! That figure four around the throat of Bob, there’s very little chance for somebody to get out of this.
Jerry: It is an interesting hold but I don’t think Bob is going to submit, it’s going to take being hit with a train before he finally taps out.
Tim: Well you can consider AWOL the Monorail because this is his time to submit.....wait, that didn’t sound clever enough, give me a second.
Jerry: Why your still employed is beyond me.
Bob’s face is blood red while AWOL keeps the hold tightly locked in, placing as much pressure upon his neck as possible. Sweat streams down both men’s exhausted bodies as the hold takes more and more out of them. Frost stands in his corner, looking on pleased at what is occurring, Bob mere seconds away from submitting. Hellkat smacks her hand on the top mat, trying to get the fans up to their feet in order to rally behind Bob as they quickly oblige. AWOL sits up screaming down into the face of Bob to submit while the fans are doing everything in their power to get Bob to fight out of the hold.
Tim: I’ve got one. Well Bob is about to tap out because AWOL sure is a run away locomotive.
Jerry: What the hell was that? You can’t sit and think about a response for five minutes, it’s completely out of context now.
Bob finally discovers the strength to begin sliding himself towards the ropes, pulling the seated AWOL with him. AWOL drops back quickly then sits up and does it once again, trying to torque the neck of Bob even more. Bob refuses to give in to the pain though, moving inch by agonizing inch towards the ropes before he finds himself within arms’ length. His fingers finally interlock around the bottom rope to a huge response from the crowd.
Jerry: Bob made it to the ropes, he reached them! I told you he wouldn’t submit!
AWOL appears furious before he rolls over, pulling Bob with him to the center of the ring as he gets onto his back once more, keeping the hold locked in. York steps in and begins to make a five count regardless, once again reaching four before AWOL defiantly breaks the hold. He gets to his feet as Bob rolls onto his hands and knees, refusing to stay down. AWOL steps towards him quickly when Bob rises and places his hands to his gut. He lifts AWOL up high into the air and slams him down to the canvas with a vicious spine buster to a huge reaction from the sold out crowd. Everyone is on their feet now, standing and cheering on the sight of AWOL lying strewn across the canvas, not moving. Bob is also spread out across the ring gripping the back of his neck and trying to force himself upwards.
Jerry: An absolute Earth shaking spinebuster by Bob, he desperately needs to make that tag now or this thing is about over.
Tim: Hey, what about that, you do say something smart every once in a while.
Bob painstakingly begins to reach his feet, sweat pouring from his brutalized body as his eyes connect upon Hellkat who is desperately reaching over the ropes, begging for a tag. Bob begins to stumble towards her, falling into the ropes for support as his eyes roll to the back of his head. He seemingly almost passes out yet continues forward, moving inch by inch towards Hellkat who has her hand stuck way out.
Jerry: Can Bob do it? Can he reach his corner?
Tim: It may all come down to this!
Bob continues to lean against the ropes as he drags himself towards Hellkat who appears to be growing quite impatient. Frost looks to be going insane in his corner, shouting for AWOL to get up and stop Bob. Bob nearly tumbles down to the canvas once again as he reaches out slowly, prepared to tag in Hellkat when AWOL grabs Bob by the back of the head. He places him in position for what appears to be a reverse neckbreaker before dropping down onto his knees, pulling Bob down into a reverse stunner almost. The fans begin to boo as loud as they can as Bob drops onto the canvas upon his side, placing both of his hands over the back of his head and roaring in pain.
Tim: AWOL once again stopping Bob from reaching his partner. Hellkat has yet to even see any action in this match.
Jerry: Bob’s neck has been dissected thus far.
AWOL grabs his lower back, still feeling the effects of that brutal spinebuster before he rises to his feet. He quickly approaches Frost and smacks his hand, tagging him into the match and then stepping towards Bob, beginning to stomp him repeatedly to the back of the neck and head. The official steps into AWOL’ face and demands he exits as Daemon starts where AWOL left off, delivering several boots to the noggin of Bob. He now gets a hold of the hair of Bob and pulls him up onto his knees then steps over his head, placing him in a chin lock and pulling back, locking in a perfect camel clutch, Wrathscorn Ravager style. The fans have a mixed reaction at the sight of this, Frost grinning widely as he stares back and forth at the sold out crowd. AWOL stands in his corner, shouting for Bob to just tap out, yet Bob refuses to do so. Hellkat once again begins to smack her hands together and motion for the Bob to get up.
Tim: Frost is going to make Bob tap out, it’s inevitable at this point.
Bob’s face is contorted with pain as Frost really pulls back with all of his strength on the chinlock, the camel clutch ripping and tearing at the neck of Bob who appears moments away from tapping out. His hand begins to lift into the air as AWOL watches on with a demonic grin, liking what he sees. Bob suddenly clinches his fist and begins to push himself upwards. Frost appears shocked by this showing of strength and determination. Bob slowly begins to fight upwards, moving at a slug like pace onto his feet. Frost tries to hold on the chinlock as Bob plants his feet upon the canvas. He suddenly swings around and connects with a knee to the gut of Daemon before wrapping his arms around his waist and lifting him into the air. The crowd is shocked as Bob hits an absolutely brutal powerbomb. Bob collapses backwards onto the canvas afterwards, full of sweat.
Jerry: What a huge Vader like powerbomb by Bob, I believe he calls that the Waaaaasssssaaaabeeeee!!
Tim: I can’t believe it, this isn’t possible!!
Bob lies across his back upon the canvas, sweat pouring from his pain ridden body as Hellkat shouts for him to get up, realizing this is his one opportunity to make a tag. AWOL places his hands on the top of his head shaking it back and forth at the sight of this while Bob slowly begins to stand up. He appears to be having trouble getting his feet beneath him, nearly tumbling down to the canvas several times and holding the back of his neck in severe pain. Frost is out of it as Bob drops down and rolls him over onto his back, hooking his leg.
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The crowd is shocked as Frost’s shoulder comes off the canvas at the last second, rolling onto his side with a look of agony upon his face. Bob rises to his knees, pain overwhelming his body in a state of disbelief that the Wassabee didn’t finish the job on Frost. He slowly rises to his feet, having trouble stabilizing himself when AWOL slides through the ropes having had enough. He quickly charges in when Bob steps forward and clotheslines him down to the canvas. Bob nearly tumbles down to the canvas as a result, falling chest first into the top rope as a result.
Jerry: Oohhh, Bob just took AWOL out of the equation with that clothesline!
Tim: Get up AWOL, Bob can’t be allowed to reach his corner.
AWOL rolls across the ring into one of the turnbuckles as Bob spins around to face Hellkat, the fans beginning to go crazy as he starts to stumble towards her. He finds his legs nearly cutting out beneath him several times before finally getting within arms length.
Jerry: This is it ladies and gentlemen!
Frost suddenly grabs Bob by the ankle, holding him mere inches away from Hellkat and then slowly standing up. Daemon seems to be having trouble keeping his grip upon the ankle of Bob who now dives forward and slaps the hand of Hellkat to a huge reaction. Hellkat suddenly springs onto the top rope and flies across the ring, connecting with a clothesline on a shocked Frost. Both of them go down to the canvas yet the fresher Hellkat gets to her feet very quickly.
Jerry: Hellkat has been tagged in, and boy is she ever fresh!
Tim: Nooo, I didn’t see a tag, Hellkat shouldn’t be allowed in the ring.
AWOL stands up and steps away from the corner when Hellkat rushes in and connects with the shinning roundhouse kick, the Tiger's Fang! Frost standing up still looking a bit surprised. Hellkat jumps into the air and swings around, connecting with a spinning heel kick right to his chest that takes Frost down to the canvas. Hellkat rises back to her feet quickly as AWOL begins to stand up in the center of the ring, bending forward and clutching his face. Hellkat sees this and slides through the ropes onto the apron. She quickly springs onto the top rope then flies off, soaring through the air and dropping a leg across the back of AWOL’s head. The force of the blow causes AWOL to flip over and land on his back with his arms and legs spread out to his sides, completely laid out.
Jerry: What a move by Hellkat, she is on fire!
Tim: I have to admit that was quite impressive.
The fans are going completely insane as Frost stands up utilizing the ropes for a crutch as he spins around and turns right into a kick to the gut. Hellkat then wraps her arms around his midsection an dlifts him into the air, delivering the canadian backbreaker before whipping him upwards into the diamond cutter. Frost slams face first into the canvas then pops back up onto his knees appearing dazed and confused. He then plummets down to the canvas once again, Hellkat rolling him over and hooking his leg.
Jerry: The Wrathscorn Crusher by Hellkat! It’s been a long time since we’ve seen that maneuver!
Tim: Do something AWOL before it’s too late!
York drops down to the canvas and begins the count to a huge ovation from the fans.
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AWOL dives across the ring and connects with an axehandle to the back of Hellkat’s head, keeping her from achieving the three count. The crowd unleashes a sigh, thinking for sure that that was the conclusion of the battle.
Tim: That was way to close for comfort ladies and gentlemen!
Jerry: I thought for sure that Hellkat had the victory there.
Hellkat gets to her feet and begins to throw right hands into the chin of AWOL repeatedly before grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring. AWOL places the breaks on the move however and pulls her into a knee to his gut. AWOL then rushes backwards into the ropes to Hellkat’s side, bouncing off of them and charging back in when Hellkat stands up and catches him coming in with a superkick right to the chest. The force of the collision nearly causes AWOL to flip over as he lands across the back of his neck then rolls onto his side in pain.
Jerry: Hellkat just countered with a vicious superkick! She’s pulling out all the stops for this match!
Tim: I can’t believe what I’m seeing, this is certainly a shocking sight!
Bob finally gets back onto the apron still gripping the back of his neck in pain as Hellkat stands up and points to the top rope. The entire arena goes crazy at the sight of this, each and everyone of them jumping up and down and clapping.
Tim: Oh no, what is Hellkat setting up for here?
Jerry: I don’t think you want to know the answer to that question.
Hellkat slides through the ropes onto the apron before scaling the turnbuckle, getting to the top rope at a very quick and excited pace. AWOL and Frost continue to lie on the canvas, both men laid out by Hellkat as she balances herself on the top rope then looks out over the fans, everyone of them cheering as loud as they can. She now jumps into the air, turning in a corkscrew before switching it into a flying headbutt causing even a greater reaction from the sold out crowd. She flies at AWOL and Frost lying side by side when both men roll out of the way and cause Hellkat to slam face first into the canvas. Garnishing a mixture of cheers and angry shouts from the sold out crowd. Hellkat flies into the air and then lands across her back, grabbing her face in pain.
Jerry: Oohhhh, Hellkat attempted a head butt but it didn’t end very well at all!
Tim: AWOL and Frost got out of the way in the nick of time.
Frost and AWOL begin to rise to their feet slowly, standing side by side breathing heavily when Bob rushes into the scene and clotheslines both men down to the canvas to a huge reaction from the sold out crowd.
Tim: Where the hell did Bob just come from!?!
The fans are still going crazy as Bob clutches the back of his neck and waits for the two men to rise. AWOL is the first to his feet using the ropes to pull himself up when Bob kicks him to the gut and throws a right hand into his face that causes him to back into the ropes. He then bends forward and rushes in, spearing him to the midsection, causing AWOL to unleash a roar of pain as his legs kick up into the air.
Tim: No, don’t tell me that Bob is setting up for what I think he is.
Jerry: He could be getting AWOL in position for the banzai drop.
Bob hits AWOL with a few more shoulder thrust before stepping backwards and raising one arm into the air, getting the fans out of their seats as AWOL begins to stumble forward. York checks on the condition of Hellkat who is using the ropes to pull himself up slowly. Frost rises to his knees behind Bob as Bob catches AWOL in a front facelock and lifts him into the air for a front slam, to get him in front of the turnbuckle when Frost chop blocks his knee, causing Bob to crash backwards with AWOL collapsing on top of him.
Tim: A beautiful counter!
Jerry: Bob’s not the legal man!
York turns and finally notices the cover, dropping down and making the count quickly.
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Bob kicks out at the last second to a huge response from the sold out crowd. AWOL rises onto his knees, placing his hands on top of his head and shaking it back and forth in disbelief.
Jerry: Bob kicked out!!
Tim: My God what a match this has been!
Frost begins pulling himself up the ropes looking to be in a great deal of pain as AWOL grabs Bob by the ankle, dragging him to the center of the ring. He now begins to stand him up, pulling his arm in between his legs, setting up for the Semper Fi. Suddenly Bob counters, rolling to his side, and grabbing AWOL by the back of the head, dragging him down to the canvas in a small package.
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AWOL kicks out at the last possible second to an exasperated sigh from the crowd. AWOL rises to his feet as fast as he can, looking to be in a great deal of pain when Bob rises in front of him. He now charges in and clotheslines AWOL over the ropes to the outside of the ring, hitting him with a hard shot that nearly takes AWOL’ head off. AWOL lands on the mats across his back, rolling onto his stomach and the side of his face with sweat streaming from his battered body.
Jerry: AWOL was just cleared out of the ring like a sack of potatoes.
Tim: You honestly couldn’t think of anything to say better than that? How lame.
Bob turns around slowly, still holding the back of his neck when Frost stands up behind him. Bob twirls to face him, immediately connecting with a kick to the gut and placing him in a powerbomb position.
Jerry: The Wasssssaaaaaabbbeeeee!
Tim: Your kidding me!
Frost suddenly floats over and lands on his feet behind Bob before rushing forward into Hellkat who has slingshotted off the second rope, spinning around in mid air and connecting with a DDT.
Jerry: The One White Wing!!!
Tim: Oh my God, no!!
The crowd’s response is almost deafening as Frost rolls onto his back staring up at the rafters. Hellkat crawls on top of him, hooking his leg.
York slides in and begins to make the count.
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AWOL drags the referee out of the ring by the ankle at the last second, allowing him to drop face first onto the mats. AWOL stumbles towards the announce table falling into it with sweat pouring from his battered body, the fans nearly jumping over the barricade in anger to get at him.
Jerry: No!! Hellkat was moments away from getting the win but that damn AWOL had to drag the official out of the ring!
Tim: Thank God he got there in time, this thing was nearly over!
Hellkat rises onto her knees, not looking very happy about what she’s seen as Bob already drops down and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring. He steps towards AWOL who is stumbling away from Bob and leaning against the announce table. He reaches down and grabs the time keeper by the back of his head, dragging him out of his chair and throwing him down to the mats before he grabs his steel seat.
Jerry: Wait a minute, AWOL has grabbed the time keeper’s chair, watch out Bob!
AWOL spins around lifting the chair into the air when Bob kicks him to the gut and grabs the foreign object out of his hands. The crowd erupts as he lifts the steel chair high into the air and brings it down over the head of AWOL, the sound of the impact echoing throughout the arena. A large dent is left in the chair as AWOL is left standing with a dazed expression upon his face before tumbling backwards like a falling tree. On the inside of the ring Hellkat runs towards the ropes and slides through them onto the apron. She then springs onto the second rope then to the top before flying through the air and connecting with the Draconoslam!
Tim: I can't believe this!
Jerry: Hellkat has got this match won!
Hellkat hooks Frost's leg yet there's no referee in sight. Suddenly from the backstage area rushes none other than the High Rollers. Michael Synclair, Chapel, Gangsta Nation, and Too Magnificent, all five of them charge towards the ring quickly, sliding in under the ropes.
Jerry: What the hell are the High Roller's doing coming out here?
Tim: I don't know, they were told not to interefere any more in Hellkat's matches. Apparently she told them that her alliance with Sheryl Gray was over.
Hellkat continues to maintain the cover before Michael Synclaire stomps her to the back of the head, breaking up the pin attempt. The fans are booing as loud as they can now as Gangsta Nation grabs Hellkat by the arms and pulls her to her feet. Hellkat looks furious as she tries to pull her arms free.
Jerry: The High Rollers are out here attacking Hellkat, this has to be what Sheryl Grey was telling them to do earlier. In order to make an impact.
Chapel steps in and begins to throw right hands into the face of Hellkat who is being held by Gangsta Nation. Too Magnifent and Michael Synclaire in the meanwhile are stomping away at Daemon Frost who writhes in pain, flopping up and down on the canvas. Suddenly Bob enters the ring, still holding the steel chair above his head, lifting it above his head as Too Magnificent and Synclaire clear out of the way, diving from the ring to avoid the chair shot from Bob. Chapel spins around and gets clocked over the head with the chair by Bob, knocking him downn to the canvas brutally. Gangsta Nation release Hellkat and rush out fo the ring as Bob steps towards them with the steel chair. Hellkat drops down to the canvas across her hands and knees, holding her forehead while Bob continues to hold the steel chair, the High Rollers backing up the ramp, with Chapel stumbling and holding his forehead.
Jerry: Bob just saved Hellkat from the High Rollers!
Tim: Damn him, he's been here less than 2 hours and he's already become an annoyance.
AWOL now slides into the ring behind Bob who throws down the steel chair, pointing at the High Rollers and shouting. Suddenly AWOL grabs him by the arm and pulls it in between his legs. Bob looks shocked when AWOL drops backwards, the Semper Fi!!! Jerry: AWOL just hit the Semper Fi on Bob, what a huge manuever!
Tim: This could all be over!
AWOL stands up looking upset when a figure slides into the ring behind him, holding a steel pipe in hand. AWOL spins around and is clocked over the head with the steel pipe by none other than Curtis Jack. The entire arena is in shock, many booing, some cheering on the sight of the man dressed in black dress pants and a black short sleeved shirt. Curtis stands back urging AWOL to stand up who slowly begins to do so.
Tim: Oh my God, it's Curtis Jack! Curtis Jack has returned to the ULW, and he just took out AWOL with a shot right to his forehead from that steel pipe!
Jerry: I can't believe this, is this the man who Sheryl brought in to take out AWOL once and for all?
AWOL gets to his feet, a bit of blood running down his forehead as he leans back first against the ropes. An angry Curtis Jack now rushes in and smacks him over the head with the pipe once more, knocking him over the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Curtis slides through the ropes and drops down to the outside of the ring as AWOL stands up and throws an uppercut into his chin. AWOL is busted completely open now as Curtis stumbles into the barricade and spills over it into the stands. A furious AWOL steps over the barricade, continuing to go after Curtis Jack. Curtis stands back up, throwing rights into the face of AWOL, both men battling through the crowd now towards the backstage area.
Tim: All hell has broken lose here tonight ladies and gentlemen! First the High Rollers came out here and tried to attack Hellkat and Bob, then Curtis Jack made his return to the ULW and has assaulted AWOL. What next? Is Stana Clause going to come to the arena?
Hellkat rests on her knees, looking tired while Frost begins to push himself upwards on the canvas, Bob resting in the corner as the referee regains his consciousness. Frost looks about out of it as he stumbles forward when Hellkat stands up and suddenly lunges forward, connecting with the shinning roundhouse kick. The crowd is absolutely shocked as sweat flies off the head of Frost who plummits backwards into the turnbuckle, right in front of Bob who is now standing in the corner with a grin on his face. He suddenly turns and climbs up the turnbuckle before jumping off and landing posterior first across the chest of Daemon Frost. The fans stand, some cheering, some booing at the sight of the banzai drop.
Tim: A banzai drop right on top of Frost after the Tiger's Fang, this has to be over!!
Jerry: Bob calls that the, To the Moon Alice!
Tim: Fairly unusual.
Bob continues to sit on top of Frost as the referee slides in and makes the count.
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A mixed reaction once again rains down over the arena, everyone mixed over the fact that Frost was pinned but many still supporting this new alliance of Hellkat and, Bob. These two stands up and grab one another's hands, lifting them into the air as Samhain plays over the loud speakers.
Tim: I can't believe this Jerry, in Bob's debut he pins none other than Daemon Frost, talk about unexpected!
Jerry: That's a hell of way to make an impact here in the ULW!
Bob and Hellkat continue to stand, holding one another's hands up in victory. The scene switches backstage now as we see Curtis Jack jogging slightly down a corridor, looking over his shoulder with a smile on his face, almost laughing at whatever he might have done. He now reaches the end of the hall which leads into a parking garage where a limo is parked, the engine running as it waits on standbye. He quickly jumps in and slams the door shut behind him, the window rolled down as he looks at none other than AWOL who is following quickly behind, appearing absolutely enraged.
Curtis: Driver, go, go!
AWOL appears furious as he steps up to the limo which now begins to speed away, the tire squeling as it does so. AWOL gets there a second to late to get his hands on Curtis Jack who now sticks his head out the window, laughing and pointing at the big crazy bastard, the limo speeding out of the arena. A furious AWOL suddenly rushes forward towards his ambulance, opening the passenger side door and jumping inside. The sirens begin to blare and the lights come on as the ambulance speeds off through the exit, in hot pursuit of Curtis Jack in the limo.
Tim: My God, Jerry, AWOL is chasing after Curtis Jack in that ambulance he commendered several weeks back.
Jerry: This evening has already been incredibly shocking thus far.
Tim: You've got that right, what's going to happen next?
The scene suddenly switches to an octagon, the one used for UFC shoot fights, everything is in black and white and kind of eery. A figure sits in the center of the octagon, indian style, hanging his head as if in deep reverance. His voice begins to sound in the background although he is not speaking.
For years they called me too violent. They said that I was just to extreme to be put in the ring with others.
Images of a man being removed from the octagon on a stretcher with a neck brace around his neck is shown, the fans standing back in shock, cupping their mouths in disgust.
For years I've waited patiently for my opportunity, for my chance. But no more! No one can keep me from the ring, no one can stop me from doing what I thrive on. They want to say I'm too violent, that when I get in the ring people have a tendacy to get hurt, well their right. People in UFC learned their lesson after one fight, after I broke a man's neck right here in the center of this octagon. But the question is, how many people am I going to have to break apart in the ULW before they learn their lesson? Before they understand my motives. Before everyone learns that I'm no wrestler, that I'm a fighter.
He's shown in different octagon matches, snapping people's arms with a fujiwar armbar as well as kicking them to the back of their legs, casuing them to shatter like twigs. The camera cuts back to the eyes of the mysterious gentlemen, staring into the camera with a deep seated rage.
ULW will experiance true pain, true suffering, true agony, and it will all be, at my hands.
He closes his eyes as the words Scott Scorpion flash across the screen in bold red lettering, set against a black background. The scene fades to darkness.
Commercial Break
The show returns to the backstage area where a member of the staff is holding a letter and walks to the High Rollers closed door. The sound of argueing can be heard on the inside before he hesitantly reaches up and knocks. After a second or two the door swings open, Too Magnificent standing on the other side with an angry expression on his face as he turns and shouts at Michael Synclaire behind him.
Magnificent: You abandoned me out there man. Your lucky we still got the damn victory.
Synclaire: How many times do I have explain myself Too Mag, I'm sorry, Phantom showed up in the damn ring.
Too Magnificent: That was no reason to high tail it to the backstage area damnit!
Too Magnificent turns and spots the letter in the worried young man's hand.
Too Magnificent: What's this?
Staff: A message from Sheryl Gray sir.
Too Mag opens the letter. He slams the door in the young man's face and steps back into the room, reading aloud to Synclaire who still seems a bit angry.
Too Mag: "Greetings High Rollers, sorry for my disappearance, I'll be sure and make it up to you upon my return, until then, they're have been sent some luxurious ladies sent for our Miss ULW contest. So if you will, preparations have been made for you High Rollers to judge this contest, please enter the ring, and enjoy. Oh yes, don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Sheryl Gray
Synclaire seems to like what he's hearing, the anger on his face diminishing.
Synclaire: This is excellent.
Too Magnificent: What are we waiting for man, let's see them ladies.
The High Rollers quickly exit the dressing room, looking pumped up.
The show switches back to the inside of the arena where Tim has an excited look on his face and Jerry just looks on confused.
Jerry: Well ladies and gentlemen, apparently we're going to have some kind of Miss ULW pagent out here, set up by Sherly Marie Grey.
Tim: I'm so excited, I can barely control my enthusiasm Jerry. This has got to be good.
Set up on the stage are a line of chairs for the High Rollers as Step Up by Drowning Pool now explodes over the loud speakers. The crowd gets to its feet booing as loud as they can. From the back strides Michael Synclaire and Too Magnificent, the two number one contenders for the tag team titles. Both men appear overly anxious as they take a seat on the metal chairs, grabbing their small score cards and waiting patiently.
Tim: Man I wish I was a High Roller right now. I'd love to judge a beauty pagent.
Jerry: You and I both.
Too Magnificent and Michael Synclaire relax, when Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson plays and out walk the ladies. The ladies are very muscular and very manish, one even having a very thin mustache. One of the more masculant looking ones steps up in front of Synclaire, shaking her ass in his face as he places his hand over his mouth, looking as if he's about to vomit. They all slide in to the ring. And go to the far end of the ring. The High Rollers remain seated on the stage, looking at one another in disgust over what they are seeing.
Tim: Wait a minute, I thought this was a beauty pagent, not a Strong Man competition.
Jerry: I don't know what to tell you Tim, but these ladies are definetly not the picks of the litter.
Tim: You got that right.
Synclaire looks like he is about to throw up, his lower lip quivering before he finally stands, grabbing a microphone from the nearest chair to him.
Synclaire: What the hell is this?!
Too Magnificent: Yeah, you guys are a bunch of freaks!
The girls chuckle, the mustached one mouthing something.
Mustache girl: Exactly.
Just then children's laughter comes over the speakers, it goes until it morphs into a demonic sounding laughter, then Long Hard Road Out of Hell plays over the speakers, signaling the Coven's entrance. The Mission Girls now slide into the ring, having walked through the crowd, Tristan and Serenity following them in. Synclaire and Too Magnificent do not look happy with what they are seeing. Tristan clutches a microphone.
Tristan: What's the matter High Rollers, not happy?
Synclaire points into the ring, holding the microphone tightly.
Synclaire: This was your during?
Serenity: Quiet!
The Crowd cheers.
Serenity: For the last few weeks, you High Rollers have been in the Coven's affairs. Disqualifying yourselves on purpose to save your titles, running into our matches. Well this was a little thank you from the Coven.
Synclaire and Too Magnificent look at eachother in confusion.
Too Mag: What these freaks?
Serenity grins.
Serenity: Mister, we are the freaks.
Tristan: We've trudged ahead through your games, now you wil play one of ours.
Serenity: It's called DUCK.
Suddenly from the rafters drops pales of crimson blood on the High Rollers on the stage. Too Magnificent and Synclaire are absolutely drenched with the blood, the substance pouring off of them as they tremble in anger. But following the blood down are raven black feathers. They stick to the blood which covers The High Rollers who are screaming at the Coven to come up the ramp and fight. Tristan and Serenity only laugh, as do the Mission. The girls make their way to the back, the Tag titles over Tristan and Serenity's shoulders.
Tristan: ...And in the end... It was dearly noted...that the High Rollers did indeed...BLEED FOR US!
Tristan and Serenity head to the back. The crowd laughing at the pissed off High Rollers. Synclaire and Too Magnificent appear furious as they shout back and forth.
Jerry: Hahahahaha.
Tim: How can you laugh at something like this?
Jerry: I'm sorry, it's just funny.
Tim: No it is not, how dare the Coven humliate the new number one contenders like this.
"Sun Doesn't Rise" by Mushroom Head blares over the sound system and Chapel's highlight reel begins to play as Chapel emerges with Demona as the flames part. Chapel, in a trench-coat and with a black hood over his head, raises his arms and the flames moves down the aisle forming a path. Chapel and Demona walk toward the ring, they look over at Synclaire and Too Magnificent who are shouting in anger. Chapel shrugs his shoulders and continues towards the ring. Demona is also in her wrestling gear as the two of them waltz up the steel stairs, looking ever confidant before entering the ring. The fans are booing as loud as they can at the sight of this.
Jerry: The response from this crowd is staggering.
Tim: Who cares what the crowd thinks? It’s what I think. This is going to be a great match.
Chapel climbs into the ring, jumps to a corner and raises his hands. The lights in the arena suddenly dim as a picture of the Irish flag shows up on the titintron; suddenly green lights from overhead begin to flash around the arena and the Irish burns away to reveal a video entrance of Bullseye and all his best matches and his finishers. Here to Stay by KoRn begins to play as a load of pyros go off at the top of the ramp. Bullseye appears from behind the cloud of smoke wearing a black long leather jacket and black jeans, Cat walking with him in her ring gear. They both turn and point at Synclaire and Too Magnificent, laughing their asses off at them. Both men are absolutely fuming with rage. Too Magnificent attempts to go after Bullseye but is held back by Synclaire. Bullseye and Cat head down to the ring. Inside he removes his jacket to reveal his celtic tattoos and the Hardcore title around his waist. He suddenly rushes in and clotheslines Chapel down to the canvas while Cat gets in her corner smiling. Chapel gets up in shock as Bullseye charges him spine first into the turnbuckle.
Jerry: Bullseye is 2 moves into this intergender match, and is already dominating.
Tim: Chapel is going to need to do something quick before Bullseye completely destroys him.
Bullseye waits in the corner as Chapel slowly gets to his feet. Bullseye then charges and gives a big boot to the face. Chapel takes a few steps back, then snaps his head to Bullseye. Chapel has a look of intensity in his face now. The fans react with mass booing
Tim: Oh my God. I said it before. This guy is a freak.
Jerry: I think Bullseye has woken up the monster.
Tim: The Irish Assassin is in trouble now.
Bullseye backs up, then gives another boot to the face. Chapel takes a step back, but that is it
Jerry: No effect.
Tim: Oh my.
Bullseye looks at the fans then back to Chapel. Chapel hits Bullseye in the head with the right hand. Bullseye is knocked a few steps back
Jerry: WOW! That hit just rocked Bullseye.
Tim: It sure did.
Chapel begins hitting Bullseye with more rights, the fans erupting into boos, and knocks Bullseye into the ropes. Chapel pulls his arm up when Bullseye reaches out and racks him across the face.
Tim: There, you see the ring veteran at work. He saw that Chapel was coming alive, and he stopped him. If it buys him a few moments before his inevitable lose then that's cool with me.
Jerry: And Bullseye turns it around.
Bullseye takes a few steps to Chapel, but Chapel kicks Bullseye in the gut, grabs his head, and gives a swinging neck breaker.
Jerry: A big swinging neckbreaker!
Tim: He hit Bullseye with it. Incredible.
Bullseye gets to his feet, and Chapel throws a punch. Bullseye dodges it, gets behind Chapel, puts on a full nelson, pulls Chapel up and throws him on his back
Jerry: Full Nelson Slam suplex by Bullseye.
Tim: Nooo!
Jerry: Now if we could only get Bullseye to do that to you.
Tim: What did I do?
Bullseye jumps in the air and hits and elbow in Chapel’s sternum
Slade: What an elbow. Chapel has to be hurting after that one. Bullseye pulls up Chapel, pulls his head beneath his legs, and delivers a huge piledriver
Jerry: Oooh. piledriver by Bullseye.
Tim: Ouch!
Bullseye steps over the top rope, goes to a corner, and climbs to the top. Chapel, slowly gets to his feet.
Tim: Look out below.
Bullseye jumps from the top and gives a clothesline to Chapel. Chapel hits the ground and is rolling around in pain
Jerry: Bullseye is really is command here.
Tim: Will somebody please tag in these lovely ladies?
Jerry: Good point, Tim, I'd like to see what these ladies can do.
Bullseye pulls up Chapel, positions him for a suplex. Chapel locks a leg around Bullseye’s leg
Jerry: Bullseye goes for a suplex, but Chapel blocks it.
Chapel slowly pulls Bullseye in the air and executes a suplex of his own
Tim: A nice snap suplex by Chapel!
Chapel and Bullseye get to their feet at the same time. Chapel nails Bullseye with a right hand, and another, and another.
Jerry: Chapel coming back.
Tim: Yes.
Bullseye backs into the corner while the ref gets into Chapel’s face. Bullseye turns towards the turnbuckle pad and unties it, removing it.
Jerry: What is Bullseye doing?
Bullseye knees Chapel in the back, then pulls him to the corner and slams Chapel’s head into the corner
Tim: OOooh! Bullseye had just hammered Chapel’s head into the exposed turnbuckle.
Bullseye back away, and Chapel is flailing on his feet
Jerry: But Chapel is still on his feet.
Bullseye grabs Chapel’s head again and slams it into the corner twice. Chapel backs off, goes to a knee, then back to his feet
Tim: Good God. What does it take to put him down?
Bullseye grabs Chapel’s head, and charges it into the corner, instead of slamming it. Chapel falls back and goes off his feet, but he is still moving, trying to get back to his feet. The look on Bullseye’s face is one of shock and belief
Jerry: Chapel will not give it up.
Chapel’s head is opened up, and he is using the ropes to get back to his feet. Bullseye pulls him up, and rolls him onto his shoulder, and walks to the corner, throws him into the air so that his head hits the exposed corner again. Chapel is knocked to the ground, but is still moving around, trying to get to his feet
Jerry: This is incredible. I’ve heard about the resilience of Chapel, but never thought of anything like this.
Tim: A normal man would be out by now. This is why he's called the Monster of the High Rollers Jerry.
Bullseye steps over the top rope and goes to a corner and climbs up. Chapel is on the mat, trying to get to his feet
Jerry: Bullseye is going to try something a bit different than he has.
Tim: Unbelievable.Chapel will not go down. Bullseye should just throw in the towel now.
Chapel gets to his feet, still wobbling, and Bullseye jumps off into a back elbow, taking Chapel down, laying flat.
Tim: That did it.
Jerry: Chapel is now down.
Cat claps on the outside of the ring while Bullseye covers him for the
1..
2..
KICKOUT
Bullseye gets up and pulls Chapel up. Chapel slaps Bullseye’s arms away and begins hitting Bullseye with right hands
Jerry: Chapel comes back.
Tim: I told you he was unbeatable!
Chapel whips Bullseye into the corner, opposite of the exposed steel, and follows with a clothesline. Chapel then whips Bullseye to the other corner, where he hits the exposed turnbuckle with his back
Jerry: And Bullseye hits it now. Look at Chapel. He’s looking dead into Bullseye. The look on his face says it all.
Tim: I think this man need to be put in an asylum. He’s crazy.
Chapel grabs Bullseye’s head and slams it into the exposed turnbuckle 3 times. Bullseye falls back and hits the mat
Tim: Chapel gives Bullseye a taste of his own medicine.
Jerry: He’s nuts.
Chapel climbs to the top, in the exposed corner. Bullseye jumps and pulls the top rope down. Chapel falls and racks himself in the exposed steel
Tim and Jerry: OUCH!
Jerry: Man!
Tim: Not any more, Jeez. OOW!
Bullseye climbs the ropes, and lifts Chapel in the air, while on the top, and holds him up
Tim: This will do it.
Bullseye drops back and delivers the brainbuster from the top rope
Jerry: My God!!
Tim: It’s over.
Bullseye covers Chapel as Demona screams for him to get up.
1..
2..
kickout
Jerry: I can’t believe it.
Tim: He’s not human.
Bullseye, goes to his feet, visibly pissed, and argues with the ref over the count
Jerry: Bullseye is not happy with the count, but it was only a 2.
Bullseye pulls up Chapel, and pulls his head back, and locks in a jackhammer position
Jerry: Here comes the Hand of Justice!
Bullseye pulls Chapel up, and hits the jackhammer.
Tim: Nooo!!
Bullseye pulls Chapel up again, and locks on the jackhammer position.
Jerry: He’s doing it a second time.
Tim: Well, if you can’t beat him, beat him.
Jerry: That seems to be the strategy here.
Bullseye pulls Chapel up again and hits the Hand of Justic again. Then turns him over, hooks a leg, and pins
1……
2……
The crowd suddenly burst into cheers as Chapel rolls Bullseye into a small package. Ref,
1…….
2…….
3!!!
No Bullseye kicks out, he now rises to his feet looking shocked by Chapel's determination. He begins to crawl across the ring while Chapel rolls onto his hands and knees, making his way towards his corner. Demona looks primed for a tag as he reaches out and slaps her hand, tagging her into the contest, he then falls to the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring as Demona enters with her fist held high, looking ready for a fight. She now points at Cat, demanding she get in the ring and face her. Bullseye notices this and looks at his girlfriend before slapping her hand, tagging her into the match. The fans begin to go crazy as Cat steps into the ring, Bullseye breifly turning her around as he steps in his corner and explaining some strategy. Suddenly Demona steps towards Chapel and tags him into the match with a grin on her face. The fans boo as Chapel steps over the ropes and now makes his way to the center of the ring, Cat backing up into him. The two of them collide gently as a terrifed looks befalls Cat's face, spinning around and facing Chapel who is grinning from ear to ear across his bloody face.
Tim: Oh no, I wouldn't want to be Cat right about now!
Jerry: I can't believe Demona baited her into the ring and then tagged in Chapel to manhandle her.
Cat backs up almost begging Chapel not to harm her. He grins however even further before kicking her violently to the gut and then dragging her head in between his legs, setting up for a powerbomb. He now lifts her into the air on top of his shoulders when Bullseye rushes in and connects with a spear right to his midsection. The entire arena goes insane as Chapel collapses down to the canvas, Cat falling on top of his chest.
Jerry: Bullseye's spear just took Chapel out of his boots!
The referee slides in and begins to make the count.
1
2
3!
The entire arena is shocked as Cat rolls off the chest of the Television champion, Bullseye standing up on the apron with a huge grin upon his face.
Tim: No, impossible! Chapel was just pinned by Cat!!
Jerry: It was all thanks to that huge spear by Bullseye which could have cracked some ribs in my view.
Chapel rolls onto his knees, blood running down his face as he breaths deeply, his face becoming a shade of red as the anger courses through his body. He now rises to his feet, looking towards Cat and Bullseye who are hugging over the ropes in a celebrating fashion. Chapel suddenly charges in with a head full of steam when Bullseye spots him and shoves Cat out of the way, being hit with a devestating big boot right to the face. The shot knocks him off the apron, turning around and smacking face first off of the barricade before collapsing onto the mats.
Jerry: Oh come on now, what a sore loser.
Tim: How would you feel if you just got pinned by a girl!?!
Cat steps backwards across the ring looking shocked when Demona charges up behind her and drills the young women to the back of the head with a hard elbow shot, knocking her down to the canvas. The crowd is disgusted as Demona begins to repeatedly stomp Cat to the back of the head, laughing as she does so. Chapel spins around and looks at them as Demona grabs Cat's arm, placing it in a hammerlock and pulling her to her feet as she motions for her man to step in. Chapel grins as Cat screams in pain, trying to grab for her arm.
Jerry: Oh no, don't do this Chapel, stop before it is too late!
Chapel steps in and grabs Cat by the hair, pulling the screaming women to her feet before he drags her across his shoulders in a torture rack position. She screams in pain while Demona watches on smiling. Bullseye gets to his feet on the outside of the ring and begins to slide into the ring as Chapel looks at him grinning before jumping into the air and coming down seat first onto the canvas with a torture rack backbreaker. The fans begin to boo as loud as they can at the sight of this, Cat bouncing off the shoulders of CHapel and collapsing onto the canvas, looking completely unconscious.
Tim: Dear God, Chapel just gave Cat the Cardinal Sin! I sure as hell do not codone this type of behavior. This is absolutely disgusting!
Jerry: We need EMTs out here right now, this is an emergancy!
Cat lies motionless as Bullseye crawls across his knees over her, looking shocked over what just happened. He places his hands on top of his head, running them over his bald scalp as he seems terrified over her condition. Chapel and Demona have rolled to the outside of the ring, backing up the ramp and chuckling as they do so. Bullseye is furious, as he stares up the ramp at Chapel and Demona before calling for help. Cat is not moving at all, lying on her side and clutching her back as tears run down her eyes.
Jerry: I can't believe this. This is just horrible. How dare Chapel do something like this. These damn High Rollers just keep crossing the line tonight.
Tim: Cat really needs help right now. Somebody get down here for the love of God!
EMTs now rush from the back in mass. All of them charging into the ring and sliding under the ropes to the inside. They beg Bullseye to take a step back as he does, placing his hands on top of his head and shaking it back and forth at the sight of his laid out love. He can barely contain the emotion inside of him at this sight.
Jerry: Chapel is going to pay for this one, mark my words ladies and gentlemen.
The EMTs now call for a stretcher from the back as one begins to be wheeled out.
Tim: This is the second person tonight who's had to be taken out of here on a stretcher, this is deplourable.
The show begins to go to commercial break upon the face of a crying Cat, a neck brace being placed around her throat as Bullseye stands back absolutely distraught over what he is seeing.
Commercial Break.
The scene switches to the backstage area where Bullseye is shown walking along side Cat who has been loaded onto a stretcher, being wheeled through the backstage corridor. His hands are on the top of his head, shaking it back and forth with a fearful expression on his face, realizing how severally injured she might be. Her neck is placed in a brace with tears running down her eyes as Bullseye grips her hand tightly, deeply distraught by what he is seeing.
Bullseye: How bad is it, is she going to be okay?
The EMTs look concerned and are hesitant to answer as they wheel her towards the ambulance.
EMT: I'm sorry sir, but I can't give you an accurate prognosis right now until we get her to the hospital, but it very well could be a broken back.
Bullseye covers his face with one hand as the stretcher is lifted and placed in the ambulance, being rolled in. Bullseye begins to step up inside when Stevie James suddenly appears, in a navy blue suit with an orange shirt on beneath the jacket. He seems desperate to catch up with Bullseye before he has a chance to get inside the ambulance.
Stevie: Bullseye, Bullseye, hold on.
The Hardcore champion turns his head slighty and sets his sights upon James who stops mere inches away from him.
Stevie: I just wanted to tell you before you go, that I'm giving you next week off. Actually as much time as you need to deal with your girlfiend's injury.
Bullseye just nods his head, preparing to step into the ambulance before James cuts him off once again.
Stevie: One more thing Bullseye, I plan on taking care of Chapel personally. He will be punished severally, and you can believe that.
Bullseye suddenly spins around sharply, appearing furious at the mention of Chapel's name.
Bullseye: No Stevie! You leave Chapel up to me! You better believe I'll do something a lot worse to him when I get back then any of your punishments would.
Bullseye enters the ambulance as the doors shut behind him. The sirens begin to blare as the ambulance takes off, leaving Stevie standing there with a concerned expression upon his face. The show return to the ring as Tim and Jerry sit there with shocked and disapointed expressions on their faces.
Jerry: Ladies and gentlemen, if your just joining us you missed some rather deplourable actions at the hands of Chapel. He gave Cat the Cardinal Sin and who knows what damage that could have done to the poor young lady.
Tim: It was very tough to watch. And one has to think that Bullseye is going to be able to get a measure of revenge now that he has the number one contendership at the Television championship.
jerry: Well....wait a minute Tim. Apparently the rumors are true, Sheryl Gray is now joining us live via satellite.
Tim: Really!?!
The show cuts to none other than Sherly Marie Grey seated in the middle of a rather nice looking living room, plusch wall to wall carpeting, family portraits hanging here and there and roaring fire set behind her. She's wearing a fine a suit while seated next to none other than Lethal Weapon who's arm is in cast. They both look happy to be joining the show live for the first time in weeks.
Jerry: Welcome Sheryl and Lethal Weapon, an added treat to see the both of you here tonight.
Sheryl: Thank you Jerry, it's good to finally hear some familiar voices, as irritating as they might be.
Tim: Sheryl, it's great to see you and Lethal. What have you two been up to since Weapon's injury?
Sheryl politely smiles while Lethal Weapon looks on in anger.
Sheryl: Well, it's been nice to take a little vacation and get our problems resolved. Most of my time has been spent helping Weapon get back on his feet after what a certain somebody did to him. Other than that I've been controlling my business from home, and well, setting certain things into motion.
Jerry: What do you mean certain things Sheryl?
She smirks once again.
Sheryl: Well once Lethal is healthy enough, you'll find out.
Jerry: Sheryl I have to ask. I know your in the nearbye area at one of your many estates, how do you feel about what your High Rollers have been doing around here since your departure.
Lethal: I'll feild this one honey. Listen Jerry, we couldn't be happier of the High Rollers, they've done exactly what we would have done in their situation on a number of occassions. They've really showed unity and that's what matters. And most of all, their continually making impacts here.
Jerry: So you call what Chapel just did making an impact?
Lethal: Your damn straight I do. And once I return, your going to see the clinical definition of an impact, it will be exactly what I do to AWOL.
Weapon's face becomes red at the mention of that name.
Tim: Fair enough. One more question Sheryl.
Sheryl: Hold on a second, honey do you hear that?
Sheryl and Lethal both look towards the windows, flashing lights pouring through them as if some type of emergency vehicle were parked outside, the sirens blaring. Weapon appears confused.
Lethal: What the hell is that doing on our property?
Weapon begins to stand up when suddenly the door busts open, falling to the ground. Weapon and Sheryl are shocked as AWOL steps into their home The crowd on the inside of the arena are speechless at this sight. AWOL grins as he steps towards Lethal who runs at him, bad arm in all.
Lethal: You son of a bitch!
AWOL catches him with a big boot, knocking him down onto the ground. Sheryl attempts to run by him yet his grabbed by the throat and thrown backwards into the ground. AWOL is breathing deeply like a madman as he grabs one of the pictures on the wall and tears it off, he then knocks every object on the mantle over the fire place to the ground before grabbing a recliner in the middle of the room. He lifts it into the air and throws it through the window, the glass shattering. Lethal gets to his feet as is immediately meet with right hands from a furious AWOL who now grabs him by the back of the head and pants, rushing him towards the doorway and throwing him out into the walkway. The ambulance is parked mere inches away, the back doors opened. Lethal shouts in pain as he stands up, leanding against the ambulance. AWOL quickly steps in and hits him with a boot under the jaw, knocking him into the back of the ambulance as he begins to chuckle. He now shuts the back doors to the ambulance and steps around to the front of the vehicle. He steps inside and starts it up before speeding away.
Tim: Oh my God, AWOL has just abducted Lethal Weapon again. He broke into his home, beat him savagly and through him into the back of the ambulance once more!
Jerry: This is crazy. All out hell has broken lose tonight!
Tim: I can't believe AWOL just did that!
The show comes back to the ring as the fans rise to their feet, anxiously awaiting the next match up after that strange occurance, one of the main events of ULW's flagship show Fucked Up Fridays. Many are still shocked over what they just saw. The camera switches to Tim and Jerry seated at their announce table looking shocked.
Tim: Well Jerry, apparently we're being told that we're going to move along here. This is it. This is one of our triple main events. And after the events from earlier tonight, there's no telling what's going to happen in this one.
Jerry: I can't even think right now after what we just witnessed. But if we have to keep the showing moving then, I'll say that Kingdom and Creed have have started quite a rivalry in the past couple of weeks and now it comes down to this one match that could determine the next number one contender. Tim who do you think has the advantage going in tonight's event?
Tim: Oh that’s a hard choice, so lets go to the tale of the tape.
The screen switches to a picture of Nathan Creed and Johnny Kingdom. Both men are in their wrestling gear and their vital stats go down the middle of the screen between them.
Tim: Well you can see both men have a variety of moves in their arsenals. Nathan Creed has the Courtesy Call, which we all know is that incredible liontamer variation. And on top of that he could pull out some incredible acrobatic moves, as well as submission wrestling, Creed may be giving up a few inches to Kingdom, but he has the weight advantage.
Jerry: Do you think that will hurt him any against Johnny Kingdom, the size difference?
Tim: Not with the abilities of these two guys.
Jerry: I can’t wait to see how both of these men’s contrasting ring styles blend with one another.
Tim: I think this match is going to end with Kingdom forcing Nathan Creed to tap out due to the Lesson In Leadership.
Jerry: It is an impressive move so we’ll see how well Nathan Creed can counter it.
Suddenly the lights dim down. A guitar riff can be heard as they lights flicker, the first few chords of 'Did My Time' by KoRn. Each time the drums kick in the lights flash on and off more erraticly, along with a few strob effects. As the main tune starts the ligts flash on and off at a reasonable pace, along with the strobes. The first words start to play as Nathan Creed appears from backstage. He walks down to the ring, focussed totally on it. He slides under the bottom rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He raises both hands in the air, to a cheer from the crowd. He climbs down and starts to stretch on the ropes, waiting for the start of the match.
Jerry: Creed looks pumped up for this match.
Tim: The anger over having his title taken away from him by Orlando has something to do with that.
That beautiful, hateful and tantalizing theme, "Wake Up", by the Lost Prophets suddenly bursts the seams of the sound speakers, and leaking into a flood of boos we get a reaction from the fans. Flash bulbs explode as the red curtain that dangles in the entranceway parts, and out steps the Team Leader: Johnny Kingdom. As the fans stand to greet him properly, his dark eyes stare back out at them. His shirt reads POOR XAVIER in bold white letters, displaying his status in this federation; his pants are black leather and baggy, featuring the name Kingdom written down the side, showcasing that he lacks the fashion outlook to do something different. No fancy pyrotechnics follow him as he heads down the ramp and into the ringside area - nothing but a legion of hateful obsceneties hurled his way by the ingrates that surround him. Johnny, of course, completely ignores them. His feet seem to crash down on the rampway as the fans' boos pick up even more, the pure weight of his greatness increasing his own weight by pounds and pounds. The Team Leader arrives in front of the ring, and as he does so the thousands of people present rise higher than ever before in their attempt to verbally prevent him from entering the ring. He doesn't listen however as he nonchalantly climbs the steel steps and gets onto the apron. He looks back and forth at the crowd only garnishing more heat before he slides through the top and middle rope to the inside of the ring.
Tim: And here comes the leader of Creative Control.
Jerry: I don’t think Johnny Kingdom can stand to lose this match.
Tim: What a match this is going to be ladies and gentlemen, I cannot wait to see what these guys do in the center of the ring.
Kingdom doesn’t remove his eyes from Nathan Creed who continues to stare into the face of his opponent, ready to get this match on it’s way.
Johnny Kingdom turns towards Nathan Creed and seems to be burning a circle through his forehead with his penetrating eyes. The crowd is certainly ready to watch these two go at it.
Tim: Wow, I can feel the tension boiling in the center of the ring.
Jerry: So can I Tim, what a classic this is going to be.
Johnny Kingdom and Nathan Creed continue to stare deeply into one another’s souls, both about to unleash their frustrations in the center of the ring. The ref is finally able to back both men up as the bell rings to signify the start of what should be nothing short of a hellacious confrontation. Johnny Kingdom and Nathan Creed immediately begin to circle one another smacking their shoulders lightly and preparing to lock up.
Tim: And here we go Jerry.
Johnny Kingdom finally places both of his hands on Nathan’s shoulders as Creed does the same to his opponent. Both men beginning to push one another back and forth before Nathan grabs one of Johnny’s arms and steps around behind him, applying the hammerlock. The crowd has a mixed reaction before Johnny places Nathan in a stunner position before dropping down to one knee and snap-maring Creed over onto the canvas right on his posterior. Johnny Kingdom backs into the ropes before stepping towards Creed who falls backwards and gets his legs up, placing them to Kingdom’ chest and shoving him off. Johnny falls onto his back and rolls over onto his knees looking upset. Both men now get to their feet and have a long stare down as the crowd begins to cheer.
Jerry: Look at this Tim, both men countered everything their opponent was throwing at them so now they have to rethink their strategy.
Tim: I know this is certainly going to be a chain wrestling classic.
Johnny Kingdom calls for a tie up once more as Nathan Creed graciously obliges. Both men step towards one another and lock up to a loud reaction from the crowd. Almost immediately Johnny grabs Creed’s arms and places it in a standing arm lock. He tucks Creed’s arm just under his arm pit and continues to try and turn Nathan’s shoulder, placing pressure upon it. Suddenly Creed dives forward, rolling across the canvas and getting out of the arm lock before raising to his feet and turning towards an angry Johnny Kingdom.
Jerry: A unique move by Nathan Creed to get out of that arm bar.
Nathan charges in at Johnny Kingdom who catches him with a hip toss onto the canvas. He quickly places Nathan in another arm bar, this time standing up with it tucked under his arm pit while Nathan remains seated. Creed pushes backwards with Johnny continuing to hold onto his arm before Nathan nips up, landing on both his feet and getting out of the arm lock. He turns around holding onto Johnny’s wrist and attempting to pull him into a short arm clothesline when Kingdom steps under it, getting behind his opponent’s back. He quickly buries his shoulder into Creed’s kidney’s and lifts him into the air when Nathan floats over and lands on his feet behind him. The crowd has another mixed reaction as Johnny Kingdom turns around and finds himself standing face to face with Nathan Creed once again. He now takes a few steps back as if shocked to see Nathan keeping up with him like this.
Jerry: Another amazing set of counters by these two men.
Tim: It looks like they’ve been watching their opponent’s matches.
Johnny and Nathan continue to have a staredown with one another as the crowd begins to clap and cheer. Kingdom then calls for another tie up as Nathan Creed nods his head and steps right into it. Both men lock up when Nathan suddenly gives him a hard knee lift to the gut. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Nathan grabs Johnny by the hair and begins to punch him repeatedly to the forehead.
Jerry: This match starting to get a little unglued here.
Nathan kicks Johnny to the gut several times while throwing right hands into his forehead backing him into a turnbuckle. Nathan now pulls his hand back and chops Kingdom right across the chest to a whoo from the sold out crowd. Creed delivers another one that causes Johnny to roar in pain and place his arms over his chest. Nathan shoves them out of the way and chops Kingdom across his chest once more, this time even harder. The shot causes Kingdom to let out a roar of pain as the crowd once again whoos.
Tim: Do you hear the force of those chops Jerry?
Jerry: How couldn’t I?
Nathan grabs Kingdom by the wrist and pulls him out of the corner, whipping him across the ring. Johnny rushes into the diagonal corner and hits it back first hard, actually stumbling forward and grabbing his kidney area in pain. Nathan Creed gets right in his face though, throwing more right hands into it before kicking him to the gut hard and placing him in a front facelock. He appears to be going for the suplex when Johnny buries his shoulder into his gut and lifts him into the air, dropping backwards and allowing Creed to strike the top rope throat first. The crowd groans as Nathan grabs his larynx and begins to stumble backwards in pain.
Jerry: Johnny Kingdom putting a stop to Nathan Creed here in a brutal way.
Kingdom gets to his feet and rushes across the ring at Creed, clothelining him viciously down to the canvas while he was preoccupied with gripping his throat. Johnny quickly begins to stomp him to the chest repeatedly before grabbing him by the hair and rolling him onto his knees. Kingdom takes a step back and stomps him to the forehead several times before grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet. The referee admonishes him for his actions as Johnny briefly explains himself then turns Creed around. He grabs Nathan’s arm and places it in a hammerlock. Before Nathan can counter it on this occasion Johnny lifts him high into the air onto his shoulder then delivers the hammerlock back drop suplex. The crowd groans as Kingdom smashes into the canvas and sits up grabbing his arm in horrible pain.
Tim: Excellent move by Johnny Kingdom, going right to work on the right arm of Nathan Creed.
Jerry: You certainly couldn’t call him a non ring technician.
Nathan continues to sit up holding his arm when Johnny gets to his feet and spins around to face him. He now gives him a swift kick right to the shoulder knocking Creed onto his back as Kingdom begins to grin, enjoying the position he has Nathan Creed in. Creed has his injured arm cradled across his stomach as Kingdom grabs it and places it between his knees interlocking his legs around it. The crowd begins a mixed reaction as Kingdom jumps into the air then comes down to the canvas across his knees, torquing the injured arm of Nathan Creed who reaches for his arm in serious pain.
Tim: A unique and painful move by Johnny Kingdom, really having a field day with Nathan Creed’s arm.
Johnny grabs the wrist of Creed and pulls his arm so that it is stretched out across the canvas. Nathan roars in pain as Kingdom jumps into the air and comes down with a knee on top of his arm. Creed quickly pulls it back across his chest, wrapping his other arm around it as he yells in pain. Kingdom gets to his feet and approaches Creed who has rolled onto his side. He reaches down and grabs Creed by the shoulder, trying to get a hold of his weakened arm. Without warning Creed begins to slug Johnny Kingdom across his face, throwing hard left hand after left hand into his forehead. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Kingdom finally begins to back up holding his face looking a bit dazed.
Jerry: Nathan Creed is trying to come back with some left hands let’s see how that works out.
Nathan gets to his feet as Kingdom continues to stagger, extremely shaken by the hard lefts. Creed now charges backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them before rushing back in. Johnny has no time to react as he is taken off of his feet with a quick clothesline. Creed quickly rushes across the ring, bouncing off another set of ropes as Kingdom quickly ascends to a standing position. Before he has time to respond he is taken down with another violent clothesline by Nathan who takes a step back, waiting for him to rise to his feet.
Tim: I can’t believe it, Nathan Creed is exploding here against Johnny Kingdom.
Jerry: He’s trying to prevent any further damage from being done to his right arm.
Kingdom quickly rises to his feet, flustered after what happened when Creed springs high into the air and dropkicks him right to the face. The shot takes Johnny back down to the canvas as Creed lands on his knees continuing to favor his right arm as he stands up. Johnny is quick to rise as well as Nathan who immediately steps in and begins to throw left hand after left hand into Kingdom’ face, backing him up into the ropes. Creed quickly gives him a brutal knife edge chop resulting in another whoo from the sold out crowd. Nathan now grabs him by the wrist with his weakened right arm and attempts to whip Kingdom across the ring when Johnny turns around, placing the breaks upon it. He quickly grabs the arm of Creed and places it in a keylock, forcing Nathan to drop to his knees as Kingdom stands over him folding his arm backwards at an ungodly angle.
Tim: Look at that Jerry, a standing key lock by Johnny Kingdom, busted out of nowhere.
Jerry: He’s going right back to work on that injured arm of Nathan Creed.
Tim: Kingdom will definitely exploit that arm until he has won this match.
Nathan has a grimacing look on his face, realizing that his arm is going to remain the focal point of this match. Kingdom torques it at that brutal position. Johnny continues to push back on his arm until Nathan is forced to lie across his back on the canvas with his arm continuing to be folded up in the key lock. The crowd groans as Kingdom jumps into the air and comes down with a knee across the elbow of Creed, making him roar in pain once again. Johnny keeps the key lock applied however, the crowd beginning to become furious.
Jerry: Look at Johnny Kingdom go against that arm, he’s really tearing it apart.
Tim: Johnny has been on a really different level lately, since he's changed his name and dropped the mask.
Nathan Creed begins to fight his way to his feet again, sitting up and throwing lefts into the side of Kingdom’ face. Johnny continues to try and hold onto his arm, keeping it in the key lock when Creed reaches his feet in horrible pain. Another left hand is what takes Johnny out of his game plan, breaking his key lock.
Jerry: Nathan Creed getting out of that arm bar submission like maneuver.
Creed rushes into the ropes, bouncing off of them and charging back in when Kingdom goes for a clothesline. Nathan steps under it and rushes to the opposite ropes. He hits those as well before charging at Kingdom who turns around in the nick of time to catch him in a side buster position. Suddenly Creed wraps his legs around the neck of Johnny Kingdom, and fly leg scissors him across the ring. Kingdom hits the canvas across the back of his head and then slides out of the ring in shock. He turns around quickly and slams his hands off the apron appearing enraged.
Tim: Johnny Kingdom seems highly upset with how this match has gone thus far.
Jerry: Nathan Creed continues to counter everything that is being thrown at him. Especially with that acrobatic move he just pulled out.
Kingdom stands on the outside of the ring, looking furious. Nathan Creed rushes across the ring and dives in between the top and middle rope. Kingdom turns to face him only in time to be hit with a suicide dive headbutt. The crowd gets to it’s feet going insane at the sight of this.
Jerry: Oh my God Tim, did you see that unbelievable suicide dive headbutt by Nathan Creed!?!
Tim: Of course I did, I'm sitting right here you idiot.
Nathan Creed gets to his feet shaking his head a bit from the collision with Kingdom. His boots now begin to lay into the chest of Johnny Kingdom who’s entire body kicks into the air with each shot hit on his midsection. The referee exits the ring and begins to step towards Creed from behind, shouting at him to get back in ring. Creed suddenly spins around, staring a hole into the referee and begins to take a few steps in reverse.
Tim: Wise move by the referee, stepping down against Nathan Creed.
Jerry: I’m sure anybody would after receiving that look from him.
Creed begins to step towards Branston who continues to back peddle while explaining himself. Kingdom in the meanwhile uses the barricade to pull himself to his feet. He quickly steps up behind Nathan Creed and clubs him across the back. The fans begin to boo even more harshly as Nathan stumbles forward, the top of his body collapsing on top of the steel steps. Kingdom seems irate over what happened as he grabs Creed by the back of the head and slams him face first into the steel steps. The crowd groans the sound of the collision as Nathan stands up with a dazed and confused expression upon his face.
Jerry: Ohhh, what a harsh collision with those steel steps. Johnny Kingdom seems to be boiling over with anger here.
Tim: Can you blame him, he’s been taken to the limits so far by Nathan Creed.
Johnny bends forward and wraps his arms around a dazed Nathan’s legs, lifting them into the air and causing him to drop backwards onto the outside mats. Kingdom now looks back and forth at the sold out crowd smiling before dropping backwards and catapulting Creed into the air, causing him to fly face first into the exposed ring post and smack off of it. Nathan lands across his back after the hair-raising impact.
Tim: Jeez, Nathan Creed just whipped out by that ring post.
Jerry: That was quite an impact Tim, Kingdom may just be in the driver’s seat now.
Creed lays on the mats panting with a small stream of blood running down his forehead.
Tim: And look at this Jerry, Nathan Creed has been busted open, he is bleeding heavily.
Kingdom steps towards Nathan Creed and places his boot to his bloody forehead, pushing it condescendingly. The fans response is once again the same as Johnny bends down and begins to deck Creed repeatedly to the forehead, trying to open him up even further. He now grabs him by the streaks of his hair and pulls him to his feet quickly. Creed has little chance to respond as he is charged face first into the exposed turnbuckle once more. The sound of the collision echoes throughout the arena, the fans getting to their feet in absolute shock over what is happening. More and more blood begins to leak down the forehead of Nathan Creed as he rolls onto his hands and knees, in a heck of a lot of pain. Johnny Kingdom gives him no time to rest, beginning to stomp him to the back of the head repeatedly before placing him in a front facelock. The crowd boos as Johnny pulls Nathan to his feet and grabs him by the back of the tights then delivers a snap vertical suplex.
Tim: What an incredible move by Johnny Kingdom, my god he is doing some real damage to Nathan Creed now.
Jerry: If anyone can come back from something like this it would be Nathan Creed, believe me.
Johnny Kingdom gets to his feet motioning towards Creed and smiling, as if not taking him seriously at all. He begins to shake his head in disgust over what he’s seeing from Nathan. Creed rolls onto his side holding his lower back in severe pain from the suplex onto the mats as Kingdom stomps him once more and quickly wraps his arm around his neck, pulling him to his feet before rolling him into the ring once more. The referee stops his ten count and steps to the center of the ring as Nathan Creed rolls onto his hands and knees, blood dripping from his forehead.
Tim: Nathan Creed was absolutely brutalized on the outside of the ring, he may be in too much pain to even continue.
Jerry: Johnny Kingdom certainly did a number on him with the use of that ring post as a weapon.
Johnny steps onto the apron and slides through the ropes to the inside of the ring. Nathan pushes himself upwards slowly, a river of blood beginning to flow down his face. Kingdom steps towards him when Nathan launches a hard left into his forehead, followed by another, then another. The crowd starting to get into it.
Jerry: Nathan is answering back, he’s throwing some hard lefts that are taking Kingdom out of his game plan!
Johnny has a shocked look on his face as he backs into one of the turnbuckles, a bloody Creed continuing to throw lefts into his opponent’s forehead. He now pulls his hand back and chops Kingdom across his chest brutally. The sound of the chop echoes throughout the arena and causes Johnny to cover his chest in pain. Nathan grabs him by the wrist now and attempts to whip him with a great deal of force towards the opposite turnbuckle. Kingdom however reverses it quickly, dropping down to the canvas as he throws Creed across the ring with all of his strength. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Nathan flips forward and smacks back first, upside down, into the turnbuckle. Creed’s legs wrap around the ropes as he sits up on the top of the turnbuckle with a dazed look on his face.
Jerry: My God, talk about a collision with that turnbuckle.
Nathan Creed now drops backwards, rolling down the turnbuckle and landing on his feet as he stumbles backwards into Kingdom who drives a hard elbow into his kidney area. Nathan unleashes a roar of pain before Johnny pulls him back first into his shoulder, setting up for a suplex. Johnny quickly lifts him into the air for the back drop when Creed suddenly floats over to the surprise of everyone in the arena. They have a mixed reaction now as Nathan lands on his feet behind Kingdom’s back then wraps his arms around Johnny’s neck, applying a sleeper hold.
Tim: Creed’s reversed it, sleeper hold, sleeper hold!!
Jerry: I can’t believe what I’m seeing here!
Kingdom begins to flail his arms wildly as Nathan continues to tighten the sleeper hold, absolutely refusing to let Johnny go. Kingdom’s eyes are opened widely with a complete look of shock draped over his face. He finally bends forward and slides under the arms of Creed, stepping behind his back and wrapping his arms around his waist.
Tim: Another counter by Kingdom, he’s going for the German suplex!
Nathan suddenly back elbows him to the side of the face several times, breaking up the waist lock and turning around. Kingdom quickly kicks him to the gut before grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring. Creed hits the ropes hard and bounces off coming back in. Kingdom bends forward as Nathan rushes in and then jumps into the air, sliding over the back of Johnny who stands up. The crowd goes crazy, unable to control themselves as Creed wraps his legs around the neck of Johnny Kingdom and wraps his arms around his waist, hanging upside down off of Kingdom's back.
Jerry: What an incredible submission hold!!
Tim: A brilliant triangle lock variation being applied by Nathan Creed, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like this!
Johnny begins to step around the ring once again swinging his arms in the air as he tries to escape the unbelievable submission hold. The crowd are on their feet cheering the sensational maneuver.
Jerry: Nathan Creed is choking the very life out of Johnny Kingdom with that triangle lock!
Tim: I don’t think that Johnny Kingdom can escape this move.
Kingdom begins to fade almost by the conclusion of Tim’s sentence, beginning to drop down to his knees as Creed continues to squeeze his legs around the throat of the Johnny. The crowd is on their feet watching and waiting for Johnny Kingdom to tap out when he suddenly stands up, sweat pouring down his forehead as the air to his head continues to be cut off.
Jerry: Can Kingdom get out of this, can he do it!?!
Johnny Kingdom gets back to his feet then turns backwards towards one of the turnbuckles. Nathan Creed tries to tighten his variation of the triangle lock but it is not enough as Kingdom rushes backwards into the turnbuckle, slamming Creed into it with a brutal impact. Nathan refuses to let go however as Kingdom steps back to the center of the ring extremely winded and beginning to bend forward, nearly dropping to his knees yet again. The crowd watches closely before Johnny rushes into the turnbuckle once more, driving Creed into the padding roughly. Finally it is enough to cause Nathan’s legs to unwrap from around Kingdom’ throat as they drop down over the turnbuckle. Kingdom now steps away from the corner, dropping to his knees and trying to catch his breath while the fans watch on in shock now seeing that Creed has accidentally gotten his legs tied around the top rope, placing him in the tree of woe.
Tim: Oh no, Nathan Creed has gotten himself into quite a predicament here.
Jerry: Let’s see how well Johnny Kingdom is able to make use of this monumental mistake.
Creed continues to hang upside down trying to reach up with his arms to untie his legs from around the top rope. Kingdom gets to his feet slowly, taking deep breaths as he spots his opponent trapped in this horrible position. He quickly steps in and begins to stomp him to the chest and to the forehead. His boots smack hard across the already busted open forehead of Nathan who is unable to defend himself in this position. Kingdom now bends forward and reaches out grabbing the second rope on both sides of Creed before hitting a knee lift to his ribcage causing Nathan to yell out in pain.
Tim: This is the one place you do not want to be in a match against Johnny Kingdom.
Kingdom grabs Creed by the hair and pulls him up, so that his body is as straight as board with his legs still wrapped around the top rope. The fans continue to stand as Johnny Kingdom places Creed’s head on top of one of his shoulders then drops down to the canvas, pulling Nathan off of the turnbuckle with a beautiful reverse neckbreaker. The entire arena cannot help but to show appreciation for the brutal move as Nathan Creed now lies on the canvas rolling onto his side slowly with both of his hands gripping the back of his head.
Jerry: What a move by Johnny Kingdom, that had to have been the most brutal neckbreaker I’ve ever seen.
Johnny Kingdom quickly gets onto his knees before making the cover on Creed, hooking his leg as fast as he can.
Tim: Put a fork in it, this match is done.
Ref,
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Creed shoots his shoulder off the canvas to the shock of the crowd. Kingdom begins to shake his head, looking flustered over what just occurred.
Jerry: How did Nathan Creed just kick out!?!
Tim: This guy is not going to stop until he is victorious here tonight.
Johnny Kingdom gets to his feet still shaking his head in anger before he grabs a battered and still hurting Nathan Creed by the hair, pulling him up into a seated position then dropping down and placing his knee to his lower back. Johnny wraps both his hands around the jaw of Nathan and pulls back while continuing to bury his knee into his spine.
Tim: Kingdom is now going right back to that technical precision.
Jerry: He’s focusing his attention upon the lower back of Nathan Creed, a wise maneuver.
Creed begins to yell in pain while Johnny now grabs him by the hair, pulling back on it and keeping his knee placed to his lower back. The ref begins to shout at him in anger, beginning a five count before Kingdom releases him from the submission. He quickly stands up and begins to stomp Creed to the back of the head repeatedly and then grabs the exhausted Creed by the hair, rolling him over onto his knees then pulling him to his feet. Before Nathan even has time to respond Kingdom grabs him by the right arm and places him in another reverse hammerlock. Johnny now lifts him into the air on his shoulder and delivers another of those hammerlock back suplexs, doing even more damage to Nathan’s already mangled arm.
Tim: And just like that Johnny Kingdom goes right back to work on the arm of Nathan Creed. What an incredible in ring strategist he is.
Nathan lies on his side holding his arm in severe pain before Kingdom drops down to the canvas and slides to the outside of the ring across his stomach. He reaches back in and grabs Creed by the wrist of his injured arm, beginning to drag him across the ring towards one of the turnbuckles. Kingdom pulls Nathan shoulder first into the turnbuckle while Creed continues to lie on his stomach on the inside of the ring. Johnny maintains a grip upon his wrist, stretching it out over the apron before he swings his arm violently into the exposed turnbuckle. Creed immediately begins to roar in pain, trying to pull his arm back into the ring. Kingdom refuses to let it happen however as he once again swings it with even more of an impact into the turnbuckle post.
Tim: There may be nothing left of Nathan Creed’s right arm after this match has concluded. Kingdom has been doing nothing more than dissecting it methodically throughout this contest, setting up for his Lesson In Leadership submission hold.
Johnny Kingdom reenters the ring before he has the chance to be counted out. Nathan Creed uses this opportunity to reach his knees holding his right arm in extreme pain. Kingdom grabs him by the hair and stands him, turning him around so that they are facing one another. Johnny grabs Creed by the wrist of his injured arm and extends it outwards before beginning to throw clubbing blows over the back of it. Creed roars in pain before Kingdom releases Creed’s arm and now grabs him by the back of the head and tights. Nathan cradles his injured right arm as Kingdom charges him towards one of the turnbuckles, throwing him in between the top and middle rope so that his right shoulder connects with the exposed ring post. The crowd moans as they hear the brutal impact.
Jerry: Kingdom is just tearing that arm apart Tim, he’s like a rabid animal, he just won’t stop until he’s gotten the kill.
Tim: That’s why he deserves to be our Champion Jerry.
Nathan begins to stumble backwards out of the corner holding his right arm in ungodly pain as he turns around to face Kingdom. Johnny quickly steps in and grabs a hold of his injured arm, placing it across his chest before he drops backwards, delivering a picture perfect arm breaker that causes Creed to roar in pain and roll onto his back wrapping himself around it.
Jerry: Nathan Creed may want to consider stepping away from this match, he’s taken a lot of punishment to that right arm.
Creed continues to clutch his right arm in agony as Kingdom grabs him around the neck and rolls him onto his knees, pulling him to his feet. He once again grabs Nathan by the back of the head and tights then rushes him towards one of the turnbuckles, driving his right shoulder into the exposed post with the same brutal velocity. Nathan Creed begins to stumble backwards holding his injured shoulder in serious pain when Kingdom spins him around only to eat a hard left ringer right across the jaw, the shot knocking him backwards a few steps. The crowd is shocked to see Nathan Creed amassing any type of offense. Nathan throws another left into the chin of Kingdom who continues to stagger backwards. A bloody and hurt Creed quickly rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them before charging back in. Kingdom attempts a hard clothesline that Nathan is able to step under. Creed quickly underhooks the arm that was thrown at him and reaches up with his legs, wrapping them around Kingdom’ other arm, pulling him backwards into a crucifix pin. The fans jump to their feet as Johnny looks shocked.
Jerry: A crucifix pin out of nowhere!
Tim: Is this it!?!
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Johnny Kingdom kicks out much to the fans dismay and quickly scrambles to his feet as does Nathan Creed. Before Johnny can throw a single punch Nathan grabs him by the back of the head and drops down to the canvas, pulling Kingdom into a quick small package.
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Kingdom kicks out again, infuriated as he does so.
Jerry: Two quick pin attempts by Nathan Creed, he’s finally starting to amass some offense once again!!
Johnny and Nathan both get to their feet when Kingdom goes for a clothesline. Creed drops down to the canvas, avoiding it and grabbing Johnny by the back of his tights, rolling him backwards into a school boy.
Tim: A school boy out of nowhere, will this be it!?!
Nathan continues to hold the back of Kingdom’s pantss as the referee drops down and begins the count.
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Tim: Wait a minute, Nathan Creed is holding onto the pantss!!
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Kingdom kicks out at the last second as Nathan is almost to ridden with pain to accept what happened.
Jerry: Stay on him Creed, you’ve got an offensive flurry going.
Creed gets to his feet as does Kingdom. Nathan quickly begins to throw left hand after left hand into the forehead of his opponent, backing Johnny into the ropes before he grabs him and whips him across the ring. Johnny charges into the opposite ropes and bounces off of them before charging back in at Nathan Creed who bends forward, attempting a back drop. Kingdom has other plans however, as he stops and grabs Nathan’s right arm, placing it across his chest and dropping down to the canvas with another arm breaker. Creed rolls onto his back kicking his legs in pain and gripping his right arm which continues to be the focal point of Kingdom’s offense.
Tim: Ohhh and Johnny Kingdom gets right back on the offensive, going after that right arm yet again.
Jerry: So much for Nathan Creed’s comeback.
Johnny grabs Creed by the locks of his hair and pulls him to his feet slowly, savoring this experience. He pulls Nathan all the way to his feet before placing him in a side waist lock then dropping backwards, hitting a gutwrench side suplex. Creed slams into the canvas hard, sitting up with blood continuing to run down his forehead as he holds onto his right arm. Kingdom stands up and grabs Nathan by the hair once more, rolling him onto his knees and pulling him to his feet. He now pulls his hand back and chops Creed across his chest brutally. The crowd cannot help but to give the move a whoo before Johnny hits an even harder knife edge chop. The sound echoes throughout the arena and leaves a red streak across Nathan Creed’s chest as he backs into a turnbuckle. Kingdom takes a step back considering his next course of action before he charges in at Creed and clotheslines him against the turnbuckle. Nathan is barely able to stand up as he breaths deeply, blood streaming down his face.
Tim: Look at this Johnny Kingdom is just controlling Nathan Creed now, he’s got this match at his pace and he’s picking apart his opponent.
Johnny takes a few steps in reverse before charging in at a prone Creed once more. Suddenly Nathan steps out of the corner and connects with an unbelievable big boot to the jaw of Kingdom. The shot is heard throughout the world as the crowd jumps to it’s feet in disbelief. Johnny’s spit and sweat go flying into the air as Kingdom collapses backwards onto the canvas with a dazed expression on his face. Nathan Creed continues to stand looking incredibly fatigued before he finally just collapses backwards on top of Johnny Kingdom.
Jerry: What a big boot by Nathan Creed!!
Tim: That shot nearly took the head off of Johnny Kingdom, this could be it ladies and gentlemen! There may be no getting up after something like that!!
The crowd continues to go nuts as the ref drops to his knees and begins to count. The fans chime along every time the official’s hand strikes the canvas.
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Jerry: This it Tim, I can’t believe it!!
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Kingdom gets his shoulder up at the very last possible second, surprising everyone in the arena. Nathan Creed sits up with his face completely covered in his own sweat and blood, staring coldly at the ref who is holding up two fingers.
Jerry: My God I thought that was it ladies and gentlemen.
Tim: Nathan Creed was a second away from becoming the number one contender. My heart was literally in my throat.
Nathan gets onto his hands and knees, smacking the canvas with one of his fist in a rage before he stands up slowly, using the ropes as support. Kingdom lies on the canvas, seemingly out of it as Creed steps through the ropes onto the apron. The crowd has another mixed reaction as Nathan begins to climb to the top rope.
Tim: Nathan Creed getting up in dangerous territory.
Jerry: One has to wonder what Nathan is setting up for.
He slowly begins to position himself on the top rope, still bending forward as he tries to get his feet positioned beneath him. Kingdom uses this time to roll onto his hands and knees, rubbing his jaw shortly before he rises all the way to his feet. He quickly charges towards the ropes, stepping up onto the second one and beginning to throw rights into the face of Creed.
Tim: Kingdom is trying to take Creed off the top rope!
Jerry: Will he succeed?
Johnny now places his opponent in a front facelock when Nathan is able to punch his way out of it. Creed quickly gives Kingdom a hard headbutt to the forehead, that causes Johnny to collapse off the turnbuckle and fall onto the canvas. The crowd begins to cheer as Creed stands all the way up on the top rope staring down at his prone opponent before diving through the air. He extends his leg outwards and perfectly drops it across the throat of the Johnny. Kingdom’s entire body kicks into the air as the crowd watches on, unable to resist going nuts after what has been an unbelievable title match.
Jerry: Nathan Creed just hit his top rope leg drop!! This is it!
Tim: It can’t be, Kingdom can’t lose his shot at the title like this!!
Creed covers his opponent, hooking his leg with the bit of strength remaining in his body. The crowd once again rises to it’s feet counting a long with the official.
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The fans are in utter disbelief as is Nathan Creed who rises onto his knees running his hands over his bloody face and looking to nearly pull his hair out.
Tim: Kingdom is showing the heart of a real competitor, surviving Creed’s unique offense to keep this match going.
Jerry: I’m in a state of shock, Johnny Kingdom has kicked out of another of Nathan Creed’s high impact maneuvers.
Nathan Creed appears barely able to even stand up with blood and sweat continuing to drop from his face and spill to the canvas. He uses both of his hands to obtain a grasp on the head of Johnny Kingdom, pulling him onto his knees and beginning to throw left after into his forehead. Kingdom is barely able to remain on his knees as he wobbles back and forth from the velocity of the shots to his face.
Tim: Creed looks like he’s absolutely snapped.
Jerry: Wouldn’t you if you had just thrown everything left in your arsenal at your opponent and he kicked out?
Nathan Creed pulls Kingdom to his feet as he bends forward breathing heavily, extremely exhausted after what has been a brutal match. Nathan throws a few more left hands into his opponent’s forehead before rushing backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and stepping towards his dazed opponent. Creed attempts to clothesline Kingdom who steps under his arm without warning and gets behind his back, wrapping his arms around his waist. The crowd has little time to react before Johnny drops back, German suplexing Nathan Creed into the canvas brutally.
Tim: A German!!
Jerry: Where did Kingdom pull that one out of!!
Johnny doesn’t release the reverse waist lock, instead he rolls onto his knees and rises to his feet, pulling a weakened and shocked Creed up as well. Nathan begins to back elbow Kingdom to the face yet it is not enough as Johnny drops back, hitting another German suplex on his opponent. Creed now appears to have very little defense left at all as Kingdom effortlessly rolls onto his knees, keeping the waist lock applied.
Tim: Let’s see if Kingdom can hit the trifecta!
Jerry: It doesn’t look like Nathan Creed has anything left at all.
Johnny stands up, pulling Creed, who appears to be nothing more than dead weight to his feet. He begins to lift him into the air for the third German suplex when Nathan places the breaks on it, instead reaching back with his legs and wrapping them around the waist of Kingdom then rolling forward, pulling Johnny into a pinning attempt, the fans jumping out of their seats in shock.
Jerry: Oh my God Tim!
Tim: No!!
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Kingdom kicks out at the last second as the fans become disheartened once more yet continue to stand and watch the epic confrontation.
Jerry: Talk about a close one, I thought Nathan Creed had stolen one from Kingdom.
Tim: I nearly had a heart attack that was so close.
Kingdom rolls into the ropes, using them to pull himself to his feet slowly as Nathan Creed stands up across from him, fresh blood still flowing down his face. Nathan steps in as quickly as he can and chops Johnny across his chest brutally, the blow nearly taking Kingdom off of his feet. He holds onto the rope to keep himself standing when Creed chops him across the chest again, this time even harder. Yet Johnny continues to stand his ground, no matter how tired he is. Creed quickly grabs him by the wrist and pulls him into a hard short arm clothesline. Johnny goes down to the canvas while Nathan shakes his right arm, trying to fight through the pain.
Jerry: These two guys look so tired.
Tim: They have a right to be, they have both put on one hell of a performance tonight.
Nathan steps through the ropes once more and gets onto the apron, stepping towards one of the turnbuckles. He begins to scale it as Kingdom rolls onto his hands and knees and slowly ascends to his feet.
Jerry: Nathan Creed about to go high risk!
Tim: It paid off for him once, let’s see if he can capitalize on it again.
Nathan positions himself on the top turnbuckle in ungodly pain, still feeling the effects of those German suplexes on top of the damage already done to his right arm. Kingdom reaches his feet completely with a dazed look on his face as Creed dives off of the top rope, soaring through the air, appearing to be going for a double axehandle. Kingdom now jumps into the air and connects with an unbelievable dropkick directly to the jaw of Nathan Creed. The fans are in a state of complete awe as Creed falls onto his back across the canvas appearing unconscious.
Jerry: A picture perfect dropkick to Nathan's jaw! Johnny Kingdom has just finished off Nathan Creed!
Tim: Unbelievable!!
Johnny Kingdom drops down to the canvas and covers Nathan Creed without giving it another second’s thought.
Tim: What a way to end this fantastic matchup.
Jerry: Johnny Kingdom has won it!
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The crowd begins to hop up and down and sound their bull horns as Kingdom rises to his knees shaking his head in disbelief, sweat flowing down his face and spilling to the canvas.
Tim: I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it! Nathan Creed just kicked out. What a shocking performance by Nathan!
Jerry: Kingdom has got to be asking himself what he’s going to have throw at Nathan Creed to put him down once and for all.
Johnny Kingdom gets to his feet and approaches the official, sticking three fingers into his face and claiming that he made a slow count.
Jerry: Bullying the referee isn’t going to change what just happened Kingdom.
Nathan Creed begins to show signs of life, rolling onto his hands and knees, slowly beginning to crawl towards the ropes. He reaches out grabbing a hold of the second rope, utilizing it to help reach his feet. Johnny Kingdom turns his penetrating eyes to focus his attention upon Creed, a look of intensity fills his face as he bends down, smacking his knee.
Jerry: Oh no, Kingdom is setting up for something here!
Tim: Nathan Creed is about to turn right into it.
Jerry: Don’t turn around Nathan, don’t turn around!
Johnny’s face continues to be filled with an ungodly intensity as Nathan Creed slowly turns around to face him, stepping away from the ropes with blood dripping off of him and collecting across his chest. Kingdom steps forward and goes for the kick when Nathan grabs his foot right before it could connect with his chin. Kingdom appears shocked as Creed pushes his leg away from his chin, causing Johnny to spin around with his back facing his opponent. Creed suddenly grabs his head and bends it back before hitting the final cut!
Jerry: A version of the Total Domination!!!!
Tim: How, how did he just hit that!?!
The crowd is on it’s feet going crazy as Kingdom slams hard head first into the canvas then rolls onto his stomach before rolling over again onto his back. Nathan Creed remains on his knees for a few moments taking deep breaths and trying to get himself together before crawling onto Kingdom and hooking his leg, placing his back to the chest of the Johnny.
Tim: Will it be enough, will the Total Domination finally end Johnny Kingdom!?!
Jerry: This could be it right here Tim, an epic conclusion to an epic match.
The referee drops to his knees as the fans can feel a victory coming.
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Suddenly Hurse appears at ringside, grabbing Johnny Kingdom's foot and placing it on the bottom rope before the referee’s hand could fully smack the canvas for a third time. The official spots it and stops the count infuriating the entire arena.
Jerry: Wait a minute, Hurse just came out here and put Kingdom foot on the bottom rope.
Tim: Kingdom would have kicked out anyway.
Nathan Creed sits up, barely able to even see through his own blood as he begins to stand. He refuses to believe what has transpired, feeling that he should have his hand held in victory right now as he gets into the face of the referee. His eyes now center upon Hurse on the outside of the ring, his pupils fixing on the man who just helped Kingdom keep get out of his trademark move.
Tim: Uh oh Hurse, I would get the hell out of here if you knew what was good for you.
Nathan Creed slides out of the ring in a fury and begins to step towards Hurse who walks backwards with his hands held out in front of him, trying to explain his actions. Nathan doesn’t seem to be hearing it as he steps closer and closer to Hurse, Johnny Kingdom rolling onto his hands and knees, trying to keep himself level headed on the inside of the ring. The referee has stepped to the ropes and is shouting at a bloody Nathan Creed to get back into the ring when Ingo Shesaki appears, jumping over the barricade having run through the crowd.
Jerry: What is Shesaki doing here now!?!
Tim: I don’t know, but he has the right to come out and watch one of his fellow Creative Control members in battle doesn’t he?
Shesaki quickly approaches the time keeper. The crowd begins to really become enraged as he forcibly takes the ring bell out of the hands of the time keeper, dragging him off of his chair in the process.
Jerry: Look at this, Shesaki is grabbing the ring bell, somebody get out here and stop him!
Tim: I don’t think any man could possibly stop the over 500lb Ingo Shesaki.
Behind the official’s back the conniving Shesaki slides the ring bell in under the ropes to the waiting Johnny Kingdom who quickly snatches it up, placing it against his chest as he begins to rise to his feet. Hurse steps up the ramp backwards continuing to try and explain himself to Nathan Creed who finally turns back towards the ring and exhaustedly slides back into it across his stomach. Shesaki is bent forward on the outside of the ring so as not to be spotted as Creed begins to get to his feet.
Jerry: Watch out Creed, watch out!
Kingdom immediately begins to step towards Creed still holding the tring bell, somehow the referee not spotting it. Before Johnny even has a chance to use the bell as a weapon Creed kicks him to the gut, causing him to bend forward and drop the bell onto the canvas. Nathan quickly underhooks both of Kingdom’s arms and jumps into the air, dragging Kingdom down face first into the bell with a double arm DDT. The crowd once again starts going crazy as Kingdom smacks into the bell then rolls onto his back, a bit of blood beginning to run down his face now.
Tim: Sweet Jesus, Nathan Creed just double arm DDTed Kingdom onto the ring bell!
Jerry: Creative Control's plans backfired, I can’t believe it!
Shesaki stands up on the outside of the ring grabbing the top of his head in shock as Creed crawls onto Johnny Kingdom and hooks his leg, the fans watching on in disbelief.
Jerry: This is it Tim, what a way for this match to end!
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Kingdom shoots one of his shoulders off of the canvas as Creed sits up looking absolutely shocked.
Tim: He kicked out, he kicked out!!
Jerry: No!! That’s impossible.
Hurse stands on the outside of the ring holding his chest and appearing greatly relieved that Kingdom was able to kick out. The referee grabs the ring bell and throws it to the outside of the ring while Creed gets to his feet slowly, reaching down and grabbing a now bloody Johnny Kingdom by the hair and beginning to pull him to his feet.
Jerry: What a match this has been.
Tim: You got that right, Kingdom and Creed have thrown absolutely everything at one another and yet this thing just keeps going.
Jerry: This has been unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
Nathan Creed stands Kingdom all the way up and places him in a front headlock before grabbing the back of his pants and delivering a vicious snap suplex. However he doesn’t release the front facelock, instead he rolls over onto his knees, pulling a heavily bleeding Johnny Kingdom with him. He reaches his feet before quickly delivering another vertical suplex that has equally as devastating consequences. Kingdom reaches for his lower back in severe pain yet Creed gives him no time to rest, immediately rolling over onto his knees once more and dragging Kingdom upwards at the same time. Hurse appears furious on the outside of the ring, shouting for Kingdom to get up and do something about the predicament he’s in. Nathan refuses to let him hear it though as he immediately stands up, pulling Johnny to his feet bent forward before lifting him into the air and dropping him headfirst into the canvas with an implant DDT.
Tim: What a combination Jerry, two snap suplexes followed by an impact DDT.
Jerry: And with that move I think Nathan Creed may have seized control of this thing.
Kingdom rolls onto his back with blood absolutely covering his face and dripping down onto his chest just like Creed who has gotten a handful of Johnny’s hair and rolled him onto his knees. He quickly stomps him to the forehead several times, trying to make Johnny’s head wound open even further. He now stands Kingdom up and gets behind his back, underhooking both of his arms from behind as he sets up for a reverse russian leg sweep.
Jerry: Nathan Creed is about to hit the breakdown ladies and gentlemen.
Tim: This would end it!
Kingdom suddenly turns slightly, enough to put his head under Creed’s injured right arm and hip toss him over with brute strength. Johnny falls to the canvas across his knees as Nathan hits the canvas then rolls over onto his stomach gripping his injured arm once more.
Tim: Did you see that Jerry, that’s a prime example of what I’ve been talking about. Johnny Kingdom when faced with a tough predicament will instinctively go for the weakened body part whatever it might be.
Creed rises nearly right back to his feet, continuing to hold his shoulder and arm as he steps towards Kingdom has just now stood up. Nathan clotheslines him viciously, taking Johnny down to the canvas. Kingdom rolls across the ring and rises back to his feet as quickly as he can only to be kicked to the gut by Nathan Creed who wraps his hands around the sides of Johnny’s face. He now quickly jumps into the air and brings Kingdom back down face first to the canvas with a huge facebuster, himself landing on his posterior. Johnny bounces off of the canvas and rolls onto his back as Nathan covers him as quickly as he still has the strength to.
Jerry: A facebuster by Nathan Creed, this match is over, it has to be!!
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The ref rises to his feet lifting his fingers into the air and signaling that it was only a two count, Kingdom having just raised a single arm with mere seconds to spare.
Tim: Oh I have to admit, I thought that was it ladies and gentlemen.
Nathan crawls to the center of the ring with his face covered in blood as he runs his hands through his hair and places his head on top of the canvas, breathing deeply, it being almost unthinkable for him not to have gotten the victory on this occasion. Hurse talks to Ingo on the outside of the ring, very upset over what has happened so far.
Tim: Hurse and Shesaki don’t look like happy campers.
Jerry: They have to be upset over what has happened in the late stages of this match.
Nathan Creed rises to his feet breathing heavily with blood absolutely streaming like a flood down his face and down his chest and stomach as he turns towards Johnny Kingdom who has begun to push himself up slowly.
Tim: What can Creed possibly have left to throw at Johnny Kingdom?
Kingdom finally reaches his feet extremely bloody as well as Creed steps in and grabs him by one of the legs, folding it up and lifting him into the air. Johnny has no time to counter as Nathan drops him shin first onto his knee. Kingdom lets out a roar of pain as he collapses back first onto the canvas holding his leg in pain, however Nathan continues to hold his ankle.
Jerry: Wise move by Nathan Creed, going after the knee of Kingdom now.
Nathan continues to hold onto Kingdom’s shin before beginning to kick it with hard buzzsaw like shots across his knee. A bloody Kingdom roars in pain with each shot before Nathan reverts to just plain stomping at the back of his repeatedly in an angry fashion. He finally rolls Kingdom onto his chest and stomach, placing him in a single Boston leg crab. Johnny begins to roar in pain as he pushes himself up onto his elbows, blood rushing from the open gash in his forehead and running down his face.
Tim: A leg crab by Creed, will it force Kingdom to tap out!?!
Johnny desperately begins to pull himself across the canvas using his elbows as Nathan tries his best to hold him in the center of the ring. The crowd watches on closely as Kingdom finally comes within inches of the ropes, reaching out desperately for them before his middle finger wraps it’s self around one of them. The referee quickly steps into the face of Nathan Creed, demanding he break the hold. A furious Nathan steps off the leg of Kingdom and wraps both his hands around the ankle of Johnny, lifting his leg high into the air before slamming it down knee first into the canvas. Kingdom lets out an ungodly roar of pain as he rolls onto his back reaching for his kneecap.
Jerry: Look at Nathan Creed go, he is destroying the leg of Johnny Kingdom much like Kingdom tried to do with his right arm.
Tim: Johnny Kingdom has definitely pulled a demon in it’s rawlest form out of Nathan Creed tonight.
The official steps into Nathan’s bloody face admonishing him for his actions giving Kingdom the chance to roll to the outside of the ring, dropping with a thud on the mats as he grips his damaged knee.
Jerry: It really looks like Nathan Creed may have done some damage to the leg of Kingdom.
Tim: Of course he did, I mean Nathan wasn’t trying to sell his leg a box of cookies, he was trying to sell it a beating Jerry.
Jerry: Did you honestly believe that was a clever analogy?
Creed shoves the referee out of his way and makes a B-line for Kingdom, giving him no chance to recover. His eyes are fixated upon Kingdom, while also providing the only other color on his face besides the sea of blood covering it. Hurse stands over Kingdom trying to will him to get up and get back into the ring. Johnny has only managed to roll onto his hands and knees though as Creed steps onto the apron then jumps off, hitting Johnny with an elbow drop to the kidney area. Hurse takes several steps in reverse looking exasperated over what is happening. Nathan rises to his feet fast yet his legs look very wobbly beneath him as he pulls Kingdom to his feet. He now folds Johnny's leg up once again and lifts Kingdom with all the strength in his upper body into the air. The fans watch on in shock as he drops Kingdom knee first onto the barricade. Johnny roars in pain as he smacks off of it and then falls onto the mats rolling across his back as he wraps himself around his injured leg.
Jerry: Ohhhh, Creed throwing Kingdom right onto that barricade, he is really picking apart the leg of our the Team Leader.
Tim: Your right, because this thing has gone beyond just winning, it’s at a whole new level now, these two just want to hurt each other.
Kingdom continues to yell in horrendous pain as he clutches his leg when Creed steps towards him once more. He grabs Kingdom by his hair and pulls him to his feet slowly. Johnny is barely able to stand on his injured leg when Nathan grabs him by the wrist and whips him towards the steel steps. The crowd cups their mouths as Kingdom smashes into the steps knees first then flies over them, landing on the hard mats.
Jerry: Oh my God!!!
Tim: Johnny Kingdom, just whip lashed with an unbelievable velocity right into those steel steps!
Jerry: Both of his legs may be broken.
Nathan continues to favor his right arm while Hurse stands back with a mortified expression on his face. Kingdom rolls back and forth on the mats yelling in pain as he rips off one of his knees pads with his leg in such horrendous pain. Nathan is unrelenting as he steps over Kingdom and begins to stomp him repeatedly to the chest, Johnny continuing to yell in horrendous pain over the condition of his leg. Creed seemingly enjoys the pain he is administering as he grabs Johnny around the neck and pulls him to his feet slowly. Kingdom can barely stand on his left leg as Nathan grabs him by the back of the head and drags him towards the ring, rolling him into it. A bloody Johnny Kingdom rolls onto his back gripping his knee in unbearable pain as Creed rises onto the apron, staring chillingly into his opponent’s face. Kingdom can see the rage in his eyes and immediately begins to scoot backwards across the canvas, his leg in excruciating pain. Creed enters the ring and steps towards Kingdom, grabbing him by the injured leg and dragging him back to the center of the ring, beginning to kick at it repeatedly.
Tim: Nathan Creed has had enough of Johnny Kingdom, he wants to end his career right here right now.
Kingdom roars in pain with each stomp to his bad leg when Nathan grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Johnny does not have the strength to stand on his incredibly injured leg when Creed folds it up again and lifts him into the air. Suddenly Kingdom turns and gets his leg out of the arms of Creed, wrapping his arms around the jaw of Nathan, dragging him down to the canvas and placing his arm between his knees.
Tim: Beautiful counter by Johnny Kingdom.
Jerry: Into the Lesson in Leadership!!!
Tim: Unbelievable Jerry!!!
The crowd is on it’s feet in complete shock over the sudden counter by Johnny Kingdom into his very own submission hold. Nathan Creed is in agony, he’s completely unable to stand the uncanny and just about inescapable crossface. Hurse looks incredibly happy on the outside of the ring, smiling from ear to ear.
Jerry: Johnny Kingdom has got this match won, there is no doubt about it after the damage done to his shoulder.
Creed is dangerously close to the ropes where Kingdom first applied the lock and seems to have no intentions of breaking it. Nathan roars at the top of his lungs, his shoulder being taken advantage of in this horrible position. Blood and sweat drips off both their faces as Creed tries to get one of his arms free. Hurse smacks the apron, shouting at the ref to ask Nathan if he gives up. The official asks as Creed shouts no, refusing to give into this horrible pain.
Jerry: This is officially it ladies and gentlemen, Nathan Creed has reached the end, there is no way for him to get out of this one.
Tim: And it’s going to end exactly the way I said it would, with Nathan submitting to the Lesson in Leadership.
The crowd continues to stand watching on closely as Nathan Creed shakes his head at the ref’s request for him to give up. Kingdom seems to have no intention of breaking the submission hold, tearing apart the body of his opponent. Nathan’s eyes center upon the ropes, trying his best to get through the ungodly pain running through his head before he suddenly stretches his left arm. With it he quickly interlocks his fingers around the bottom rope, the fans getting to their feet and having a mixed reaction to the events unfolding before their very eyes.
Jerry: Nathan Creed has done it, he’s done it, he’s gotten to the ropes!!
Tim: That's humanly impossible! I don’t think anyone’s ever gotten out of that No Man’s Land submission hold.
Kingdom refused to break the crossface as the ref steps over him and starts a five count, reaching four before Kingdom eventually frees Nathan from the horrendous pain. He slowly reaches out grabbing a hold of the bottom rope and using it to pull himself to his feet slowly, blood oozing from the open crevice in his forehead and gathering across his chest and stomach. Standing for him seems to be a near impossible task, having lost so much of his blood and his leg having been so damaged at the hands of Nathan Creed who continues to lie on the canvas holding the bottom rope. He too looks to be far to exhausted to stand, his blood causing a puddle to form on the canvas.
Tim: This match has been one for the ages ladies and gentlemen, Nathan Creed and Johnny Kingdom have put forth absolutely everything they have in their bodies tonight.
Jerry: And they both refuse to be bested by the other.
Kingdom begins to step towards the center of the ring as he hobbles badly on his injured left leg. He finally collapses onto the canvas across his knees, the pain and the loss of blood causing him to become heavily disorientated. Nathan Creed in the meanwhile uses the ropes to slowly pull himself to his feet. He seems to be climbing them, unable to find the strength to get his legs beneath him. Each rope seems to be a different hurdle for him to climb before he finally gets to the top one, leaning on it chest first with his arms dangling over it and his feet not even placed upon the canvas. Johnny begins to stand up slowly, his leg bothering him tremendously as he attempts to do so while behind him Nathan Creed finally gets his feet planted on the canvas and starts turning around to face his opponent. Hurse and Ingo stand on the outside of the ring watching closely and appearing greatly concerned over what is happening when Kingdom stands all the way up. He now turns around to face Nathan who has stumbles towards him clutching his right shoulder in pain. Johnny with a head full of steam rushes at him, blocking out the pain from his leg. Without warning Creed bends down and buries his shoulder into the gut of Kingdom, lifting him into the air then hitting him with a devastating spinebuster. Johnny collides with the canvas hard as his legs kick up into the air and remain that way, the trauma from the spinebuster running through his body. Creed stumbles back and forth, looking as if he doesn’t even know where he’s at anymore before he grabs the ankles of Kingdom. The crowd goes absolutely insane as Nathan Creed turns Kingdom onto his gut and locks in the Courtesy Call.
Tim: Oh my God, oh my God the Courtesy Call!!!!
Jerry: Kingdom may have no other recourse but to tap!! This may truly be the ending of this battle Tim!!
Hurse appears shocked on the outside of the ring, shaking his head in disbelief as Kingdom pushes himself up with his arms letting out a roar of pain as blood flows down his face and flashbulbs ignite throughout the crowd. Everyone in the arena is on their feet going absolutely mad over what they are witnessing. Nathan Creed lets out his own roar, trying to keep the pressure applied upon the legs of Johnny Kingdom who drops back down to the canvas breathing heavily and looking to be in unbelievable pain.
Tim: Oh no, Johnny Kingdom looks like he’s fading, he’s starting to lose it!!
Jerry: Yes he may lose it all right here and right now Tim.
Hurse now looks frantic on the outside of the ring as he smacks the apron with the palms of his hands and tries to get Kingdom to pull himself to the ropes. The official drops down to his hands and knees checking on Kingdom, asking him if he wishes to tap out as Creed continues to apply even more pressure to the liontamer, determined to cause his opponent to submit. And that may be exactly what occurs as Johnny begins to fade more and more, his eyes beginning to close and blood continuing to flow from his forehead.
Tim: Kingdom is out of it Jerry, this is indeed the last time we’ll see of him tonight.
Kingdom suddenly buries his fist into the canvas and pushes himself up, letting out a symbolic roar as he refuses to be beaten by the Courtesy Call. His eyes focus upon the ropes, and Hurse just beyond them, waving him in his direction.
Jerry: Kingdom is alive!! He’s alive!!
Tim: Unbelievable!!!
The look of fear and excitement is priceless upon the face of Hurse who begins to jumps up and down shouting for Kingdom to get to the ropes. He finally starts to pull himself across the ring slowly, in horrendous pain with Nathan Creed trying to snap his injured leg. He painstakingly gets closer, inch by bloody inch, to the ropes that will prove to be his only salvation. Nathan Creed is in an exhausted disbelief at what is occurring as Kingdom finally pulls himself within arms length of the ropes. Hurse begins to grin seeing that Johnny has made it.
Jerry: Kingdom has made it to the ropes!!
Tim: What a showing of that remarkable determination that makes Kingdom the title contender that he is.
Johnny begins to reach out for the middle rope when Nathan Creed pulls him back to the center of the ring amidst a huge amount of cheers from the crowd. Kingdom’ eyes widen as he begins to shout in pain once again and drop back down upon the side of his face to the canvas. Hurse shakes his head, demanding Kingdom get back up and get to the ropes.
Tim: No!!
Jerry: Creed pulled Kingdom back to the center of the ring, this thing is done, it’s over, there is absolutely no way he can make it to those ropes again!
Creed and Kingdom roar as the liontamer seemingly takes a lot out of both men. Johnny lies on the canvas not moving as his eyes begin to flutter once more, nearly closing for the last time in this unbelievable encounter.
Tim: Look at Johnny Kingdom, he’s nearly out of it! He’s going to pass out from the pain!!
The ref continues to ask Kingdom if he submits, but Johnny doesn’t seem to be able to hear him, his eyes having finally sealed together as he lies on the canvas unconscious. Creed can feel it as he puts a little more pressure on the legs of Johnny. Hurse cannot stand what he is seeing as he backs up into the barricade running his hands over his head.
Jerry: Kingdom is done Tim, he’s out cold!
Tim: Nathan Creed has this match won! He's going to be the new number one contender.
The offical steps in and grabs the arm of Kingdom, lifting it into the air when it suddenly drops back down to the canvas. The fans are going nuts as Kingdom's arm is hoisted into the air for a second time before dropping right back down to the canvas, completely out of it. Hurse screams for Kingdom to get up as the referee grabs Johnny's arm for a third time, lifting it into the air.
Jerry: This is it ladies and gentlemen!
Tim: Wake up Kingdom!
The ref releases the arm one last time allowing it to drop down to the canvas when it stops and shoots back upwards into the air. Johnny awakes, refusing to give up as he buries both of his hands to the canvas and pushes himself upwards, staring towards the ropes with blood and sweat dripping off of his exhausted face.
Tim: Kingdom is awake, thank God!
Jerry: I can't believe this!
Kingdom places his elbows to the canvas, beginning to pull himself across the canvas towards the ropes. He uses every ounce of injury to pull himself across the ring, pulling the battered Creed with him. Nathan is barely able to hold on as Kingdom gets inches away from the ropes, blood and sweat dripping from his face.
Jerry: He's nearly to those ropes. This is simply unbelievable!
Tim: How Creed has gotten through this pain is beyond me, he's so damned tough, he has such endurance.
Kingdom grinds his teeth as he stares at the middle rope, raising his arm into the air and extending his hand outwards. Creed cannot hold him in the center of the ring any longer as Johnny lunges out desperately and grabs the rope, the referee jumping into Nathan's face and starting a five count. Nathan refuses to let go before he reaches 4, Creed releases the legs and steps forward, dropping down to his hands and knees on the canvas, in a state of absolute exhaustion. Creed slowly begins to stand up as Kingdom grabs the ropes, using them to pull himself upwards.
Tim: These guys have gone through so much in this epic confrontation. It's hard to believe that they are still going.
Creed gets to his feet in a painstaking fashion, turning towards Kingdom who suddenly steps in and kicks Nathan to his gut, dragging him into a front facelock and then lifting him into the air, the fans shocked, many of them booing.
Jerry: I can't believe it, not the Exodus Finale!
Nathan suddenly floats over and lands on his feet behind the back of Johnny, wrapping his arms around his waist. Kingdom's eyes grow wide before Creed drops backwards, German suplexing him onto the canvas as the fans go nuts.
Tim: Nooo! Creed countered into the German suplex!
Jerry: Brilliant!!
Creed pulls a shocked, battered and bloodied Kingdom to his feet before dropping backwards again, hitting a second German suplex. Kingdom connects with the canvas brutally, as Nathan rolls onto his knees and stands up once more, pulling him up, and setting up for a third German suplex. Suddenly Johnny throws a reverse elbow into the face of Creed, causing him to break the waist lock when Kingdom suddenly Kingdom spins around and grabs the arm of Nathan, dragging him down to the canvas and placing him in the Lesson in Leadership to the shock of everyone in the arena.
Jerry: No, the Lesson in Leadership!!
Tim: It's over Jerry, there's no getting out of this now!!
Nathan roars in pain as Kingdom pulls back as hard as he can on the crossface, really locking in the Lesson in Leadership. Johnny lifts his left arm into the air, looking prepared to tap out with sweat and blood pouring from his pain ridden body.
Tim: Tap out Nathan, tap out damn you!! You went through the hell in a cell less than a week ago, you've got nothing left, just admit it!
Jerry: Kingdom also went through that glass tables match at Nuclear Warfare, so I'm surprised that both of these men are able to continue fighting this long!
Creed's hand looks as if it is about to come down to the canvas, the pain in his body to tremendous to stand before he suddenly rolls sideways, pulling Kingdom over with him so that Johnny's shoulders are placed to the canvas.
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Kingdom kicks out at the last second to no more than boos from the sold out crowd.
Jerry: A great counter by Nathan Creed, just saving himself from a certain submission there!
Tim: That's almost unfathomable.
Creed and Johnny get to their feet when Nathan steps in throwing a right hand which Kingdom steps out of the way of, grabbing his arm and dragging him down to the canvas, locking in the Lesson in Leadership yet again. The fans are absolutely shocked, many of them not being able to help going insane as Creed roars in pain, his face being pulled back on.
Tim: Kingdom went right back to the crossface! It has to be over! It just has to!
Johnny tries to hold on as tightly as he can while Creed howls in pain, trying to get out of the crossface when he begins to scoot across his stomach towards the ropes. Kingdom tries to hold on yet Nathan is able to put his foot up onto the bottom rope. The referee immediately stepping in and beginning a five count. kingdom seems greatly defiant yet breaks the crossface at the count of 4. Kingdom now gets to his feet and grabs Creed around the head, pulling him to his feet as fast as he can muster the strength to do so. He now pulls him into a front facelock, lifting his arm into the air in an absolutely exhausted fashion as he signals for the Exodus Finale once again.
Jerry: Oh man, if he hits this, this match is sure to be over!
Tim: You've got that right.
Johnny begins to lift Creed into the air when Nathan counters, hitting a knee lift to his gut and then scooping him up into the air before dropping him onto his feet and delivering the Final Cut. The crowd goes insane at the sight of the Total Domination.
Jerry: The Total Domination!! I can't believe it, it's over ladies and gentlemen, plain and simple!
Tim: I can't believe Creed is going to defeat Johnny Kingdom here tonight!
The crowd is standing, going absolutely insane and screaming at the top of their lungs as Creed crawls on top of Kingdom, hooking his leg. Just when it appears that the referee is going to make the count he stops and turns towards the apron where Hurse is now shown standing, acting like a mad man as he tries to get through the ropes. Obviously trying to distract the offical. The referee steps into his face, demanding he get off the apron while Creed maintains the cover.
Jerry: Damn these Creative Control members, this match would have ended an twenty minutes ago if not for these bastards!
Tim: I wouldn't say that.
Creed finally breaks the cover and stands up as Ingo Shesaki steps onto the apron behind the officials back, trying to sneak into the ring. Nathan steps in however and begins to slug him to the face repeatedly before jumping into the air and dropkicking him to the shoulder, knocking him over and to the outside of the ring. Nathan now charges towards Hurse, shoving the referee out of the way, chest first into the turnbuckle, causing him to be knocked down onto the canvas. Creed chops Hurse across the chest and now slugs him to the chin, knocking him down back first onto the apron which he bounces off of before falling onto the outside mats.
Tim: Nathan Creed has taken out Creative Control here tonight, all three men have been completely knocked out.
Jerry: Creed is seemingly invincible out here!
Nathan rises to his feet, his blood dried across his sweaty features as he turns back around in the ring. Suddenly a figure slides inside, having run through the crowd and now standing hunched over in the corner.
Jerry: Who in the hell is that!?!
The mysterious gentlemen, clothed in a pear of blue jeans and a tan sleeveless shirt urges Creed to spin around with a demented expression on his face. As Nathan turns all the way around the monstrous figure rushes across the ring and hits a gigantic spear right to Creed's midsection. The collision causing Nathan to flip completely over and smack into the canvas hard.
Tim: Oh my God! Did you just see that spear!!
Jerry: It turned Nathan Creed completely inside out!!
Creed lies across the canvas now across his stomach, many of the fans standing and booing with shocked expressions on their faces, many realizing who this man is.
Tim: Wait a minute, I just realized who that is. It's former ROW World Champion, Boris Volkov!
Boris's eyes look around the arena, almost buldging from his red face, breathing intesnly as he pounds his fist on his chest and raises his arm into the air garnishing no more than boos from the sold out arena. Volkov drops down to the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring as Kingdom crawls across the canvas, rolling Creed over onto his back and hooking his leg. The ref begins to awake now, slowly rolling onto his hands and knees as he crawls towards the action, lifting his hand into the air and slamming it across the canvas.
Jerry: Don't tell me it's going to end this way, for the love of God, come on referee, Creed was just attacked by Boris Volkov!
Tim: What a way to debut here in the ULW.
The ref's hand comes down to the canvas slowly, still a bit shaken up...
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The entire arena is absolutely disgusted by what they just witnessed as Volkov steps backwards across the mats, trembling with rage it almost appears as Hurse holds his hands up into the air on the mats, almost as if celebrating Kingdom's victory. Johnny rises onto his knees with a satisfied look on his bloody face, thrusting both his arms into the air as Wake Up by the Lost Prophets explodes over the loud speakers. Creed begins to push himself up while Kingdom rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, falling into Hurse who helps support him.
Jerry: This is an absolute travesty, I cannot believe this match concluded like this Tim. Nathan Creed seemed to have things well in hand when this Boris Volkov character chose to show up here in the ULW.
Tim: It was an incredible match though Jerry, you have to admit that much.
Jerry: Of course I am, which makes me all the more upset that Boris came out here and ruined it.
Hurse, Johnny Kingdom and Ingo Shesaki all stop in front of Boris Volkov who is standing on the ramp looking ever intense. Hurse and the bloody Kingdom look at one another then back at Boris as if ready to fight before they all begin to laugh and step towards one another. The fans begin to boo at the sight of this, as Kingdon and Hurse step in giving Boris a double high five. Hurse steps around behind Volkov patting him on the back while he and Johnny shake one another's hands. Ingo Shesaki steps behind them not doing much of anything as all four men start up the ramp backwards, looking into the ring at Nathan Creed who has risen onto his knees, staring at the ramp furiously.
Tim: Well apparently these guys from the ROW are alligned with one another Jerry.
Jerry: This is absolutely earth shaking, I for one am shocked, and you have to got to sumize that Nathan Creed is going to want revenge after these wrong doings this evening.
Saliva and sweet drip from the face of Creed who seems to be plotting his next course of action against the likes of Creative Control.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
The show comes back live to the backstage area where Johnny Kingdom is standing in the middle of a small celebration, champaigne being poured on his head by Hurse who looks just as estatic as his associate. Ingo Shesaki is in the background with his arms crossed and a grimmacing look on his face. Volkov, who continues to look ever intense stands beside Kingdom, patting him on the back as Johnny grins almost ear to ear, taking deep breaths as he tries to maintain his composure.
Hurse: You finally did it Johnny! You won the number one contendership!!
Boris: Congratulations man. It felt so good coming into the ULW and delivering the ICBM to that no good son of a bitch Nathan Creed, shocking the world, and making sure somebody who is truly deserving of the World title gets a shot.
Kingdom begins to chuckle, bending forward and taking deep breaths, still recooperating from the extreme length of the match.
Kingdom: For the first time in my career I'm at a lack for words guys. Finally, after all my suffering, I get what should have been bestowed onto me a long, long time ago, finally I'm the number one contender.
Hurse claps his hands while Boris just nods his head, the animilistic former ROW champion seeming pleased. Stevie James now steps into the scene looking incredibly angry with Creative Control and the arrival of Boris Volkov. He looks back and forth at all four men, nothing can take away the grin on Johnny Kingdom's face however.
Stevie: What the hell do you guys think your doing!?!
Stevie's face is blood red as he gazes at all three men in rage. Johnny just continues to grin.
Stevie: First you three attacked Shane Leonard, and possibly crippled him for life. Then you cheated your asses off in the Nathan Creed match, including bringing in a man who isn't even apart of this federation to attack Creed and help Kingdom win. If Leonard hadn't urged you into getting into the ring for that fight, I would fire each and everyone of you right now.
Kingdom: Oh who cares about Shane Leonard. He was old news anyway. What you should be doing is coming back here and congratulating me on my victory and announcing that I'm the number one contender.
James appears completely infuriated, shaking his head.
Stevie: If you think your going to be number one contender now, then your crazy. In fact, next week, things are really going to change around here. Because you won't be recieving a title shot Kingdom, in fact, next week, it's going to be Johnny Kingdom and Hurse versus Nathan Creed and Orlando Cruze!
Kingdom appears furious, beginning to step towards Stevie James but being held by Hurse, trying to calm his comrade down. Boris Volkov seems to have taken offence to this however.
Boris: Who the hell do you think you are man. I may be new here but it's pretty obvious your on some kind of damned power trip, and since you make it painfully obvious that I'm not on the roster here, then what's stopping me from shutting your mouth permanently?
Stevie grins, having a slight chuckle before giving Volkov a serious stare.
Stevie: Good point Mr. Volkov is it? But if you do want a spot on the roster then you'll step off right now! And since you want to get involved in other people's matches, then you'll get one of your own right here next week!
Stevie James storms out in anger. Johnny Kingdom stands there watching him walk away and fuming with rage, champaigne and sweat dripping off his face. Hurse and Boris Volkov just stand there shaking their heads in anger over what has transpired.
The scene switches to a jail cell, in black white, the barred doors coming to a close, keeping the inmates trapped inside. A figure sits just beyond the bars, leaning forward with his knuckles placed to his mouth in deep thought. It's the same figure from earlier. Only a bit of light shines in through a small window at the top of the cell. His voice can once again be heard.
This is it. The place where I spent half of my life. I didn't have the things that other people took for granted, instead I was blessed, with that killer instinct, that mantality telling me that I shall not be held back. That's why I was placed here, that's why they tried to shut me up, to cage my rage! But they failed, they should have known that sooner or later I was going to get out. That sooner or later I was going to come after them. Now that I am free, not that my imprisonment has ended in this third rate prison I refuse to be incarcirated by the bounds of the ULW. I shall break free of their shackles which try inadequately to contain me. I shall not be stopped.
He slowly turns his head towards the camera, forming a demonic smile as he chuckles ever so slightly. The scene fades to black with the words Scott Scorpion once again appearing across them in bold red lettering.
-[A cameraman can be seen running backstage, seen due to the shaking of the camera. A large number of other ULW personel are also headed toward th same spot. They gather in a bathroom, where Chapel is laying on his back in the shattered dragments of a mirror, his face covered in his own blood.]-
Head Trainer: What have we got here? Someone get some water, we need to see how bad his cuts are.
-[Someone hands him a water bottle, he pours it on Remix's face. His expression turns to one of disgust and bafflement. The camera zooms in, something has been cut into his forehead. N. E. M. O.]-
Trainer 1: Nemo? Who th fuck is Nemo?
Head Trainer: The N and the E are backwards, does that mean something. Let's get him to medical.
-[Another trainer opens the stalls.]-
Trainer 2: Sir, over here!
-[We get a shot of something written in Remix's blood. It reads 'Countdown to Extinction' with a large numeral 5 scrawled below it.]-
Head Trainer: What the hell is going on?
(Every light source providing the packed out arena dies. The crowd are shocked by the sudden death as a faint sound of the wind echoes throughout the arena. The sound gradually gets louder until the opening recognized tones of "Crawling" by Linkin Park take over from the wind. A faint mist begins to take over the stage but its blown away when "Crawling" hits its hard beat and a massive timed explosion takes place on the impressive stage. The fire rises high to reveal a stage shrouded in smoke. Five spotlights dance in the smoke, every now and then one will pick up on a shadow through the "fog" The smoke begins to drift away from the stage to reveal "The Hatred." The spotlights immediately home in on the young athlete. The crowd suddenly cheer for Bruce Lomond as he strolls to the end of the stage and begins his descent down the ramp. He pays not one second of attention to the crowd as his eyes are firmly focused on the ring. He stops at the end of the ramp and looks up at the rafters of the building, after a few moments he jumps up onto the apron of the ring and enters through the gap between the top and middle rope. The arena lights are restored as the spotlights and "Crawling" fades)
Tim May:
Bruce Lomond is out here. He looks ready for business now doesn’t he, especially after what happened at Nuclear Warfare.
Jerry Walters:
Yes he is. He had an excruciatingly painful match against Killjoy. He injured Killjoys leg pretty badly.
Tim May:
Not to mention interfering in the Hell in a Cell. You can’t forget that he was the one put a halt to the Courtesy Call moments before Hellkat was going to tap out.
Jerry Walters:
Whatever
(Smoke fills the entrance area and suddenly lasers start firing out from the top of the ramp. “In the Shadows” by the Rasmus blasts over the PA system and Orlando comes out from behind the curtain. The lasers stop and a strobe light kicks in as Orlando begins his walk down to the ring. As he reaches the ring he rolls under the ropes and climbs a turnbuckle, raising his hand in the air and punching his chest twice, the eruption now is huge and the fans are on there feet, the ever growing popularity for Orlando causing the cheering to seem louder then normal)
Tim May :
Here comes Orlando Cruze. Despite the rumours that Nathan Creed is pissed of with him he seems to be in a relatively good mood.
Jerry Walters:
Don’t see why he should be. He cost Creed the Unified Championship.
Tim May:
Even though Lomond was the first to officially interfere?
(The pair stare each other down in the ring, Lomond offering a test of strength. Cruze looks Lomond up and down for a second, not entirely trusting him, but then takes him up on the offer. Lomond quickly goes back on his offer and nails Cruze in the gut with a stiff kick, doubling Cruze up. Lomond grabs Cruze and takes him over with a quick suplex. He then laughs to himself as he stands up and delivers a stiff boot to Orlando’s injured arm. Cruze rolls onto his side and slowly gets to his feet. Lomond goes to grab him by the hair by Cruze drives his shoulder into Lomond’s stomach and the fires a stiff boot to the temple, knocking Lomond on his ass. Lomond look’s up at Cruze, who walks back over to Lomond, shaking off the pain in his arm. Lomond gets to his feet as Cruze fires a right hand at him. Lomond retaliates with a right of his own. Cruze hits another right, as does Lomond. Cruze goes for another right but Lomond blocks it by grabbing Cruze’s fist and simply drives his entire body into Cruze’s bad left shoulder. Cruze rears back in pain as Lomond rears back again and repeats the process, causing Cruze to yell in pain once more. Lomond lets go of Cruze and sets himself up in a corner, waiting for Cruze to turn around. Cruze does so, his arm now hanging by his side, as Lomond rushes out and delivers a stiff shoulder block to Cruze’s injured shoulder. Cruze drops to the mat, yelling in agony. Lomond cover him quickly
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Cruze kicks out just after the two count. Lomond stands up and stalks Cruze as he slowly gets to his feet. As Cruze turns around Lomond picks him up with a gorilla press and slams him to the mat. Cruze somehow gets to his feet quickly, Lomond having turned around to taunt his opponent, and waits for Lomond to turn back. Lomond turns and is met with a dropkick to the face by Cruze. Cruze follows this up with a kick to the gut and a quick DDT. Cruze gets to his feet and walks to the legs of Lomond. He grabs his foot and tries to apply an ankle lock but Lomond kicks him off)
Tim May:
Lomond is ripping that injured arm of Cruze’s apart. Cruze can barely hold it straight, let alone use it in this match
Jerry Walters:
Well that is what you get when you come into a match with an injury like that. Especially after you receive an injury at the PPV and refuse attention for it. It was a stupid move by Cruze then, and even now it looks stupid. It is going to be the decisive factor in this match
(Cruze goes back over to Lomond as he gets up and swiftly kicks him in the ribs, tumbling him to the ropes. Cruze shakes his arm, trying to relive the pain and loosen it up a little, before delivering another kick to Lomond, taking him outside the ring. Lomond gets to his feet outside only to watch as Cruze uses the ropes to springboard over them with a cross body splash. Cruze lands on Lomond, taking him down, but also lands o his bad shoulder letting out a scream as he does so. The referee slides out the ring and checks on Cruze, asking if he wants to continue. Cruze doesn’t answer and simply drags himself to his feet. He climbs onto the apron and waits on Lomond, who steadily gets to his feet. He turns into an double axe handle from Cruze, but catches him mid air and drives his body into the apron before planting him to the mat outside with a stiff spinebuster. Lomond rolls into the ring momentarily to break up the ten count the ref had only just started, before rolling back out to beat down on Cruze. He mounts Cruze and starts to pound away at his head with close fists, receiving a warning from the ref. Lomond waves the ref away as he gets up. He picks Cruze up with him and applies a hammerlock on Cruze’s injured arm. He then runs Cruze at the ringpost, throwing him shoulder first into it. A sickening thud can be heard throughout the arena, accompanied by the screams of not only Cruze, but some of the fans disgusted at Lomond’s actions. Cruze crumples to the floor, clutching at his shoulder, moaning in pain. Lomond drags him to his feet and throws him into the ring, nonchalantly going for the cover.
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Cruze kicks out at the last second. Lomond looks at the ref in disbelief. He picks Cruze up and whips him across the ring. He goes for a standing clothesline, but Cruze ducks it and continues onto the ropes. Cruze comes back and launches himself at Lomond with a superkick, nailing Lomond right between the eyes. Lomond falls flat on his back and Cruze covers quickly
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Lomond gets a shoulder up. Cruze stand up and looks towards the turnbuckle, getting a cheer from the crowd as he motions for the Cruze Missile. Cruze makes his way to the turnbuckle as Lomond gets to his feet. Lomond spots Cruze starting to climb the turnbuckle from the inside and rushes over clubbing him in the back and dropping him back down to the mat, feet first. He starts to club Cruze in the back repeatedly before applying another hammerlock on his injured shoulder and ramming it shoulder first into the turnbuckle. He then spins Cruze around and nails him with a stiff hand to the face. Lomond takes Cruze’s injured arm and throws it over the ropes before grabbing it from underneath and pulling at it, tangling it up in the ropes. The ref administers the five count but Lomond breaks it at four. He pulls Cruze out of the corner the hooks his waist and launches him overhead with a belly to belly suplex.
Tim May:
Cruze is getting beaten up pretty badly here. Lomond is focussing on that injured arm, and it seems to be working for him
Jerry Walters:
Of course it would work for him Tim. If your opponent has a weak spot it is stupid not to target it
Tim May:
Even if it may well end hi career? I don’t think that is right Jerry
Jerry Walters:
You never do Tim
(Lomond picks Cruze up again and lifts him onto his shoulder, looking for the Shot. He spins Cruze round but Cruze somehow gets free and lands on his feet. He turns to Lomond and ducks under a left hand before planting him with a rock bottom. Cruze gets back to his feet and goes over to the turnbuckle and quickly climbs it. Lomond pulls himself to his feet, using the ref as leverage. Cruze flies off with the Cruze Missile and nails Lomond full in the face, who in turn goes flying into the ref, who gets knocked out of the ring hitting his head on the apron on the way down. Cruze gets to his feet and covers Lomond, only to find there is no referee. Cruze walks over to the edge of the ring and see’s the referee is down on the outside. Lomond struggles to his feet as Cruze starts to yell at the ref. Lomond sneaks behind Cruze and nails him with a low blow, causing Cruze to double up in pain. Lomond lifts Cruze onto his shoulder as the crowd boo loudly. Lomond takes a second to grin before he spins around and nails Cruze with the Shot)
Tim May:
The Shot! Lomond just nailed Cruze with the shot after that low blow. That cheating bas…
Jerry Walters:
Well what the ref doesn’t see isn’t illegal
Tim May:
Everybody else in the arena saw it!
(Lomond looks down at Cruze, who is barely moving, and makes his way to where the referee lays. He climbs out of the ring and tries to wake the ref up. He picks him up and rolls him back in the ring before hooking Cruze’s leg with a big smile on his face
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Somehow Cruze gets a shoulder up at the last second. Lomond looks shocked as he covers again, this time forcing his elbow into Cruze’s face
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Cruze kicks out again. Lomond picks Cruze up and lifts him up, looking for the Trigger, but Cruze adjusts his weight in mid air and falls behind Lomond. Lomond turns around only for Cruze to grab his legs and trip him onto his back. Cruze twists Lomond over, trying to apply the Defcon 5. Lomond struggles but to no avail as Cruze manages to lock it in, and Lomond flails in agony. Lomond desperately moves towards the ropes, clawing his way inch by inch. The referee asks Lomond if he want to quit but is met by a resounding no. Cruze leans back further, applying more pressure to Lomond while also pulling at his own shoulder. Cruze grits his teeth but eventually has to let go. He walks over to the ropes, holding at his shoulder. Lomond drags himself to the ropes holding at his back. Both competitors take a momentary breather as the recover from the pain they have just been put through. Cruze goes over to Lomond and deliver a boot to the back of the head, followed by a swift kick to the ribs, turning Lomond to his front. Cruze picks Lomond up and boots him in the gut before nailing a twist of fate. Cruze pulls Lomond to the centre of the ring and looks at the turnbuckle again, the fans going wild now. Cruze climbs the turnbuckle and sits and waits for Lomond to get to his feet. Lomond slowly gets up and turns around, only to be met with yet another Cruze Missile to the face. A man jumps over the barricade from the crowd wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt, with the hood pulled up over his face. He grabs a chair from the time keeper and slides into the ring, the ref unawares. Cruze gets up with a smile on his face until he turns around to be met by the cold steel of the chair in his face. Cruze goes down quickly as the ref calls for the bell. The hooded man swings again, catching Cruze in the head again)
Tim May:
What the hell? This guy just nailed Cruze with the chair? Who is he and what does he have against Cruze?
Jerry Walters:
Why are you asking me? Do I look like I have the answers?
(The hooded man watches as Lomond gets up, laughing at Cruze’s misfortune. The laugh doesn’t last long as the hooded man then swings at Lomond, nailing him in the head and sending him sprawling out of the ring. He then throws the chair down and stalks Cruze as he gets up, blood starting to trickle down his face. Cruze stumbles towards the hooded man who kicks him in the gut and scoops him off his feet. He swings him over into a reverse headlock, allowing Cruze’s feet to touch the ground before swinging his arm over Cruze’s body and driving him into the chair with an Eye of the Hurricane type move, the whole set up looking very much like Nathan Creed’s Total Domination. The man reaches up to his hood and quickly pulls it down revealing that it is in fact Nathan Creed)
Tim and Jerry:
It’s Nathan Creed!!!
Tim May:
What the hell? Nathan just attacked his own friend
Jerry Walters:
It makes sense now. Nathan just got revenge on the man that cost him the World Title. They say that all is fair in love and war
(Nathan shows no expression as he looks down on the bleeding form of Orlando Cruze. He walks over to the ropes and rolls under the bottom rope as Cruze looks over to Creed walking up the ramp, a confused look on his face. The crowd seem in shock as Nathan disappears backstage)
The scene switches to the backstage area where Stevie James is shown walking through the corridors. Looking to be in great concern over something. He almost seems to be fleeing the arena. Tony Dull suddenly catches up with him, clutching a microphone.
Tony: Mr. James, Mr. James. I was hoping to get a word with you about what just happened, and over just about everything that has happened tonight.
James look at him penetratingly in anger, looking up at his watch then back at Dull.
Stevie: Listen Tony, I'm in a bit of a rush right now. Apparently my wife was involved in some kind of accident, I can't deal with this right now. But what I will tell you is that things are going to change next week. For one, I'm booking KIlljoy versus Bruce Lomond in a specil type of scaffold match. On top of that your going to see Michael Synclaire vs. Phantom in a last man standing match. Plus, I'm also announcing that every winner next week will be put into a special gauntlet match two weeks from now to determine a brand new number one contender. I'm sorry, I'd explain more but I really have to go.
Tony nods his head, as if understanding as Stevie rushes through the doors leading to the backstage parking lot. He jogs out them towards his limo which is waiting patiently for him. However a figure stands in front of the door, leaning backwards against it. It's none other than Jason Seagreen, the represenitive from the Network that appeared at the payperview. He's wearing a fine black suit with a peice of paper sticking from the chest pocket. Stevie seems annoyed to see him, trying to get around him into his limo.
Seagreen: Mr. James, how nice to see you again.
Stevie: Listen man, I'm in a huge rush right now, my wife was in an accident, I can't stand here and listen to you bitch about standards and pracitices.
Seagreen begins to chuckle, still leaning backwards against his door.
Seagreen: Oh, I wouldn't worry about your wife, I assure you she's in perfect health. You see, I made the phone call about her beign in some kind of accident since your thugs wouldn't allowed me into the arena tonight I figured this was the best way we could meet face to face.
Stevie becomes blood red, beginning to step towards Seagreen who places his hand to his chest, holding him back slightly.
Seagreen: Hold on there Stevie, you might now want to hurt your business partner, now do you?
Stevie becomes confused.
Stevie: Business partner? What the hell are you talking about?
Seagreen begins to chuckle as he grabs the piece of paper from his pocket.
Seagreen: Well you see, it's funny. The Network owns a percentage of your federation, giving us partial control. Therefore I've been sent in as their liason. Meaning that I'm going to be around for a lot longer, and on top of that, the Network is going to be running the show for now on.
The show goes to that same black and white image, now featuring Scott Scorpion once again as he raises his head and looks into the camera, darkness surrounding him.
The time has come ladies and gentlemen. I don't think you've been listening however, so allow me to reinterate just who I am. The names Scott Scorpion, the man too violent for the UFC, the man too violent to even be incarsirated! The man who shall even be too violent for the ULW! You've been warned. Hahahahaha.
The words Scott Scorpion now appear on the screen once again, this time the words, "Next Week on FUF," appears beneath his name.
James becomes more angry as Seagreen hands him the piece of paper and turns away, walking off. Stevie quickly examines the sheet of paper before it ripping it down the middle in an angry fashion. The show returns to the ring when "The Long Road out of Hell" by Manson hits the loud speakers. The fans come out of their seats going crazy as the Coven steps from the backstage area, Tristan and Serenity with the tag team title belts around their waists.
Tim: I can't believe it, the Network is stepping in?
Jerry: I guess so, I'm just as shocked as you are. Their apparently in control now of the ULW.
Jerry: Well we've got to continue on here, the Coven are about to battle Gangsta Nation in tonight's main event for the tag team titles, to unify the belts once and for all.
Tristan and Serenity stop at the edge of the ramp instead of entering the ring and throw down their title belts. The large mound of dirt now fairly visible on the side of the stage, featuring an open grave on the top with a tombstone at the head of it.
Tim: Well the rules of this match are quite simple. The first team to dump 6 consecutive piles of dirt onto their opponents shall be the winners.
Jerry: Odd, since this was a buried alive match, you'd figure they'd have to be completely buried alive.
Tim: DOn't you think that's going a little overboard Jerry?
Gangsta Nation's entrance theme now explodes from the PA system as Remix and Impaler step from the back, holding their FUF tag team title belts into the air as they start down the ramp. The Coven drop their belts and now rush up it the ramp at Remix and Impaler. The Coven and Gangsta Nation meet on the ramp way to a huge reaction from the sold out crowd. Tristan and Serenity get the better of Remix and Impaler, hitting both men with devestating blows across their faces, knocking them backwards up the ramp in the direction of the large open grave.
Tim: All hell already breaking lose in this tag team buried alive match.
Jerry: Well, we both knew that this was going to get chaotic and fast.
Tristan and Serenity continue to unload upon Gangsta Nation. Tristan nails Impaler to the face with hard right hands before giving him one more that knocks him off the stage and onto the large mound of dirt surrounding the open grave. Serenity and Remix in the meanwhile step towards the set on the stage. She grabs Remix by the wrist and whips him towards it, the G-Nation member spinning around and colliding with the steel structure spine first before unleashing a roar of pain. He stumbles forward towards Serenity who suddenly bends down and grabs him by the legs, lifting him into the air and backdropping him onto the steel stage. The fans explode into cheers at the sight of this, Remix sitting up and writhing in agony as he grabs his back in horrendous pain. Impaler slowly stands up on the mound of dirt, holding his back when Tristan rushes across the stage and dives off onto him, landing on top of Impaler and beginning to throw right hands into his face repeatedly, in a quick, angry fashion.
Jerry: Gangsta Nation is just having it taken to them thus far by the Coven who seem dead set to retain their titles here tonight.
Tristan lies on top of Impaler, still throwing fist into his face before he stands up and grabs him by the hair, dragging the big man to his feet and pulling him towards the grave. Serenity grabs Remix by the hair and pulls him to his feet before interlocking her hands around the back of his head and charging him face first into the set. Remix bounces off of it hard and begins to stumble backwards with a dazed expression before Serenity grabs him by the back of the head and once again charges him face first into the steel. Serenity grabs him and spins him around, turning her back towards the set design and then giving him a russian leg sweep, slamming the back of Remix's head into the set as well as his spine. Remix unleashes a howl of pain, falling onto his side and digging his fingers into the palms of his hands. Tristan drags Impaler up towards the open grave, ready to throw him when Impaler reaches out and grabs a hold of the metal shovel. He suddenly lifts it into the air and swings around, slamming it into the ribs of Tristan who grabs his gut and bends forward. Impaler stands up over top of him, lifting the shovel into the air and cracking it over the back of Tristan's head, causing him to fall down into the grave.
Tim: Tristan is already inside of the open grave! This match could be over!
Impaler digs the shovel into a pile of dirt and begins to drop it down onto Tristan as Serenity spots this. She now looks over the edge of the stage where a large boom pole is located, a camera on the end of it. She quickly rushes across the stage and jumps into the air, grabbing ahold of it and swinging towards Impaler who spins around to face her. The huge pole carries Serenity towards Impaler as she suddenly wraps her legs around his neck, spining around hitting him with the hurricarana. Impaler flies off the top of the mound, turning upside down and crashing back first across the bottom of the small mound. Tristan begins to stand up in the grave, starting to climb out of it as Serenity helps him out. They both rise to their feet, Serenity dusting Tristan off who is covered in dirt when Remix stands up on the stage and rushes across it, jumping off and flying through the air as he connects with a double clothesline, taking the Coven down to the ground. The crowd has a mixed reactionas Remix stands up grinning slightly as he begins to stomp on both Tristan and Serenity. He finally drags Serenity to her feet before going for the diamond cutter when Serenity shoves him forward. Remix charges knees first into the tombstone set up over the grave, banging into it hard and flipping over as he crashes onto his back.
Jerry: A lot of fast paced action here, and that collision with the tombstone as a result may have done some serious damage to the knees of Remix.
Tim: Are you kidding, that had to have broke his legs.
Remix lies on the mound holding his knees as Tristan and Serenity rise to their feet approaching the members of Gangsta Nation who appear to be in a lot of pain. Tristan begins to step over Remix, grabbing him by the back of the head when Impaler steps in suddenly and gives him a biig boot right to the face. The shot knocks Tristan down on top of the mound, holding his forehead as Impaler grabs him by the throat and pulls him to his feet, setting up for a chokeslam. Tristan stomps him to the foot, breaking the choke hold. Tristan now places Impaler in a front facelock and drops backwards, delivering a huge DDT. Impaler slams into the ground, grabbing his forehead in a great deal of pain as he rolls onto his back. Serenity stands up and grabs Remix around the head, pulling him to his feet throwing rights into his forehead. Remix then throws a knee into her ribs, causing Serenity to bend forward when she's placed in a front facelock and lifted into the air. The crowd groans as Serenity is dropped ribs first onto the tombstone. She slams off hard and then falls onto her back gripping her ribs. Impaler stands up when Tristan rises to his feet and begins to throw right hands into his face. The two men backing up towards the curtains hanginng to the sides of the stage, both of them stepping through them. Impaler is nearly knocked off of his feet as Tristan repeatedly throws right hands into his face. They stride into the backstage corridors when Impaler launches a knee into the gut of Tristan, causing him to bend forward and grip his ribs. Impaler now grabs him by the back of the head and throws him face first into the hard white wall that lines the sides of the corridor. Tristan strikes it hard then spins around and connects with a forearm to the throat of Impaler, before delivering another one. Impaler however once again kicks him to the gut and now grabs him by the back of the head and pants and rushes into him face first into the wall again, throwing him like a javolin into it. Tristan spills onto his knees, holding his forehead while Remix stomps away at Serenity on top of the mound of dirt.
Jerry: Impaler and Tristan are fighting one another full force in the backstage area!
Tim: Yeah and out here at ringside, Serenity is having it taken to her at the hands of Remix. The Gangsta Nation are now dominating this buried alive match. Much like I knew they would.
Remix grabs that same metal shovel, holding it up above his head before swinging it down into the ribs of Serenity. She yells in pain and grabs her stomach, rolling onto her side before Remix smacks her in the side of the body once again with the shovel. Serenity gets onto her back once again, gripping her stomach in extreme pain as Remix turns the shovel around and places the handle to her throat, pressing down upon it, choking the life from her body. Serenity gags as she kicks her legs, her face turning a light shade of red. In the backstage area Tristan and Impaler are now battling around a condiments table. Impaler grabs the back of Tristans head and slams it off the wood, donuts and coffee cups falling off of it. Before Tristan has time to respond his face is once again rammed into the wood. Tristan grabs his forehead and stumbles backwards as IMpaler clubs him over the head. He turns away from him and begins to step towards a wall when Impaler rushes in going for a clothesline. Tristan steps under it and walks over to the table, grabbing a pot of coffee and spinning around. As Impaler turns to face him the boiling coffee is thrown into his face. Impaler roars in pain, the steam actually rising off of his skin as he swipes at his face.
Tim: Oh my God, Tristan just through scolding hot coffee into the face of Impaler!
Tristan now steps towards Impaler and grabs him by the wrist before dragging him around into a circle and then throwing him into the wall. The wall shatters, leaving a huge hole that Impaler collapses through, falling into the dark room on the inside. The wall is cracked severally, pieces of it falling to the ground as Tristan looks on a bit wobbily. Remix has now lifted the shovel above his head, stepping over Serenity and preparing to bring it down into her face when she suddenly kicks upwards right into his testicles. Remix roars in pain, bending forward and grabbing himself as he drops the shovel. Serenity rolls onto her hands and knees, grabbing the shovel and rising to her feet before she turns towards Remix and smacks him in the face with it. The fans groan the sound of the shot, Remix collapsing onto the mound of dirt and then rolling into the open grave. The fans begin to cheer now as Serenity lifts the shovel into the air.
Jerry: What a shot to the head of Remix with that shovel. It looks as if Serenity is going to bury Remix alive now.
Tim: No, Remix, you can't lose your tag team titles like this!!
Remix rolls onto his hands and knees on the inside of the grave, blood gushing down his face now. Serenity digs the shovel into the dirt and begins to drop it down on top of Remix who slowly tries to get to his feet in order to climb out of the grave. Somehow he rises to his feet, still bleeding heavily as Serenity is forced to lift the shovel into the air, prepared to strike him in the head with it. Remix however reaches up and grabs her around the ankles, tripping her backwards onto the mound of dirt and beginning to climb up out of the grave slowly.
Tim: Remix just barely avoided being buried.
Remix crawls out of the grave slowly, grabbing Serenity by the hair and beginning to pull her to her feet when she elbows him to the gut. Remix releases her and turns away, beginning to stumble towards the tombstone on the head of the grave. She gives him a hard clubbing blow over the back, then does it once again before lifting her arm into the air for a third time. Suddenly Remix spins around and grabs her around the head, pulling Serenity down into the tombstone with his version of the diamond cutter. The tombstone breaks apart into pieces around the head of Serenity who now lies motionless on the mound of dirt. The crowd is shocked while the bloody Remix sits up with a grin upon his face, taking deep breaths.
Jerry: Remix just gave Serenity the Ignition right through that tombstone! Those things are built to last yet it did nothing short of explode around the face of Serenity.
Tim: There may be no coming back from that Jerry.
Remix rolls onto his hands and knees, grabbing the arm of Serenity and rolling her over, pushing her into the open grave. He now stands up and stumbles towards the shovel, picking it up and burying it into the dirt. The crowd begins to boo as he starts to shovel the dirt on top of her, Serenity's now bloody body not moving at all. The fans realize that Gangsta Nation could quite possibly have the match won when through the curtains emerges Tristan. He looks a bit wobbily yet he steps towards the dirt mound while Remix tries to shovel more dirt on top of Serenity franticly. If he can just get the majority of her body covered beneath dirt he knows he'll have the win. Tristan however quicly steps up behind him, throwing a forearm into the back of his head. He now spins him around and kicks him to the gut before burying his head in between his legs and grabbing him by the back of the pants. Tristan looks around appearing a bit exhausted before he lifts Remix into the air and drops down to the dirt, pulling Remix into a piledriver on top of the shovel. The crowd goes crazy as Remix bounces off the shovel and then crashes across his side on top of the dirt, his face absolutely covered in blood now.
Jerry: Tristan just came to the rescue of Serenity and gave Remix one hell of a piledriver on top of that shovel. That was vicious.
Tim: Vicious? I think the word your looking for is demented.
Remix lies motionless across the dirt as Serenity begins to show signs of life on the inside of the grave, standing up as Tristan reaches inside and begins to assist her out. Her face is absolutely covered in blood while Tristan assist her out of the grave. As she reaches the surface she falls onto her stomach, still feeling the effects of the Ignition through the tombstone. Tristan now steps towards Remix and grabs him around the head, sitting him up and then pushing him over into the grave as he grabs the shovel. He lifts it up in front of his face when a demonic expression befalls it. He now drops the shovel and approaches the stage, beginning to climb up onto it, standing on the edge as he steps towards the entry way. The fans begin to cheer as he steps to the back and grabs something, pulling it out through the curtains, revealing a ladder.
Tim: Oh no, what in the hell is he going to use that for now?
Jerry: The Coven is not out here to win this match, their here to prove a point against the High Rollers.
Tim: Didn't they do that earlier when they tarred and feathered them?
Tristan drops the ladder on the stage before going to pick it up when Impaler steps from the back and moves forward, big booting him right to the face. The crowd is shocked to see the big man, covered in dry wall dust as he stands over Tristan who lies on the stage, appearing out of it from the vicious big boot. Impaler grabs Tristan and pulls him to his feet before underhooking one of his arms and rushing him towards the edge of the stage. Impaler now throws Tristan through the air as he crashes on top of the mound of the dirt. Bouncing off of it hard and then falling into the grave.
Jerry: Jesus Christ! Impaler just threw Tristan off the stage and into that grave, that was an absolutely disturbing sight.
Tim: Impaler is a behemeth man, he went through a wall and yet is stable able to come out here and pull out a move like that.
Impaler looks deranged as he steps to the edge of the stage and drops down on top of the mound of dirt, moving to the area just over the open grave and looking down as Remix begins to stir, Tristan lying right beside him. Remix slowly begins to crawl out of the grave, his head covered in blood, Impaler reaches down in order to assist him up and out while Tristan already begins to show signs of life. He stands up, desperately trying to climb out of the grave when a shovel connects to the back of Impaler's head. The fans are shocked by the overall force of the collision, Impaler's eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tumbles forward, crashing on top of Remix as both men fall into the grave.
Tim: Ohhhh, Impaler's brains were nearly knocked out of his head with that shovel shot! I've never heard such a brutal collision.
Jerry: Serenity swung that with such great force it nearly took the head off of Impaler.
Tristan slowly climbs out of the grave, looking to be in great pain in the process as a bloody Serenity starts to shovel dirt into it. Impaler seems to be completely unconscious after having earlier gone through the wall and now that brutal shot to the back of his head with the shovel. Remix is still awake, however, he is unable to push Impaler off the top of him, the loss of blood making him too weak to do so.
Tim: No! Remix is trapped under his own tag team partner, somebody do something!
Tristan is completely out of it as Serenity continues to shovel dirt into the grave. Remix finally pushes Impaler off of him yet it is too late. Serenity already gets 6 consecutive shovels onto them, thus winning the Coven the match. The crowd goes absolutely insane as the bell sounds throughout the match. Serenity lifts the shovel above her head as Tristan rises to his knees, looking up at her with a smile on his face.
Jerry: The Coven has done it, they've won the tag team title unification match!!
Tim: No, this didn't happen, it just didn't happen.
The referee enters the scene, where was he before, anyway he holds the tag team titles in his hands as he steps up the mound. He now gives Tristan and Serenity both sets of tag team title straps, the Coven members pulling them in closely to their chests and actually grinning beneath their thick layers of blood.
Jerry: It finally happened, they defeated Gangsta Nation once and for all in what was a quick but brutal buried alive match. The tag team titles have finally become unified here this evening.
Tim: I don't exactly think this match ended fairly, in fact I demand the referee revoke his decision, he didn't have an acceptable viewpoint I tells ya. Veto, veto I say!
Jerry: Can somebody please switch Tim's mic off?
Impaler and Remix continue to lie in the grave, Remix looking at his partner in a bit of disapointment. Tristan and Serenity grab one another by their wrist and hoist their title belts into the air. The Annihlation tag titles in one hand, the FUF tag titles in the other.
Jerry: What a proud achievement this must be for the Coven, they went through so much to finally come here tonight and defeat the likes of Remix and Impaler in this buried alive match.
Tristan and Serenity continue to hold the tag team title belts in the air with triumphant expressions on their faces when suddenly a tire iron connects with the back of Serenity's head. The crowd erupts into boos as Serenity falls down to the ground, a blood covered and feathered Michael Synclaire standing behind her. Tristan spins around in anger, beginning to throw rights and lefts into the face of Michael. Before he can get any more shots in however Too Magnificent steps up behind him and also connects with a wrench across the back of his head. The crowd is now on it's feet, exploding into boos at the top of their lungs, disgusted by the actions of the new number one contenders for the tag team titles.
Jerry: The High Rollers are attacking The Coven from behind. The new number one contenders for the tag team titles do not appear happy over what the Coven did to them earlier, but this is crossing the line damnit.
Impaler and Remix crawl out of the grave, both men looking battered. Impaler is barely able to get his large frame up and out of the hole, clutching the back of his head in tremendous pain. Remix exits the hole as well, helping his tag team partner in the process of doing so. Michael Synclaire and Too Magnificent now stomp away and beat on the Coven members with tire irons. Both men appearing absolutely furious. Had the Coven been prepared their defence would have been much greater, but after this grueling battle they now find themselves at the mercy of the High Roller's weapons.
Tim: The High Rollers are unloading upon the Coven here tonight.
Jerry: Where is security?
The crowd is on it's feet bombarding Synclaire and Too Magnificent with boos as both men now pull Tristan and Serenity to their feet and drag them towards the open grave.
Tim: Wait a minute, what are Synclaire and Too Magnificent doing now?
Jerry: I don't know, where is security?
Synclaire and Too Magnificent throw the Coven members inside of the grave one after the other. Serenity lands on top of Tristan, both of them looking to ridden with pain to put up much of a fight, having been caught completely from behind. Too Magnificent screams something down at them, looking full of pint up rage.
Too Magnificent: You want to play games with us Coven, well we're through playing! Bring it out!!
Impaler and Remix stand up slowly motioning for something from the back. Suddenly through the curtains to the side of the stage, a large cement mixer backs out.
Jerry: What in the hell is that for!?!
Tim: They won't, they can't. Stop High Rollers before it's too late for the love of God!
Synclaire stares down at the grave with a demented expression on his face as he motions for the cement pourer to be lowered. It is slowly placed in position, right over the grave where Tristan and Serenity are just now starting to recover from the injuries inflicted by the tire iron and wrench. Too Magnificent grins as he lifts his thumb into the air.
Too Magnificent: Do it!!
The fans stand in shock, begging them to stop as the cement begins to pour down the shute before dropping off the end into the grave.
Jerry: Nooooo!!!! I'm implouring somebody to come out here and stop this before it's too late!
Tim: This is horrible, absolutely horrible! This is going over the line High Rollers!
The cement begins to really poor into the open grave now, already filling to the half way point. The fans cannot believe what they are seeing, standing up and shouting for help, but none comes as the grave continues to fill with wet cement. Synclaire, Remix, Too Magnificent and Impaler all watch on with grins upon their faces, deeply enjoying what they are seeing, the grave filling completely up with wet cement.
Jerry: This isn't right, this is insanity, where are the police, somebody get out here for the love of God!
Tim: I'm speechless, I never thought the High Rollers would go to these lengths in order to beat down their opponents.
The cement overflows the grave now as it's finally turned off, the last big chunks of it dropping down on top of it's surface. The High Rollers bend over the grave, looking down into it, relishing this moment.
Jerry: Ladies and gentlemen, I assure you the ULW does not condone this! This is just sick and depraved! The High Rollers should all be inprisoned for something like this.
Tim: What are going to happen to the tag team titles now?
Jerry: How can you even ask a question like that Tim? At a time like this?
The High Rollers continues to chuckle amongst themselves when a hand suddenly rises up through the cement. They all take a step back now, appearing shocked, the hand appearing to belong to Tristan as it forms a fist elevated above the pool of cement.
Tim: Oh my God, there's no way, there's no way anyone could survive something like that!
Jerry: This is incredibly eery.
The High Rollers appear shocked at this sight, looking back and forth at one another in a great confusion. The crowd has a mixed reaction at the sight of this as the hand continues to stick out from the cement. The show slowly fading to black, the ULW copywrite symbol appearing in the corner. Suddenly it switches to AWOL in the back of the ambulance he's been seen in the past few weeks, he's hunched over and smiling disturbingly at something. The camera pans out showing Lethal Weapon strapped to a stretcher, a piece of duct tape around his mouth and blood running down his face. His clothes are ripped and blood also appears to be filling his body beneath. His eyes are nearly buldging from his head as he stares at AWOL in a furious state. The big crazy bastard just gazes back grinning, his hands on his knees as he looms over Lethal Weapon.
AWOL: So you thought I'd let you get away huh Lethal? You thought you'd just play your injuries and never have to worry about me again didn't you? That you could just sit at home with impunity, laying in your little bed, your wife beckoning to your every need. Well I'm sorry Lethal, the world I live in just doesn't work that way. Hahahaha, nobody crosses me and just walks away Lethal, you should know that by now. Since you want to act like your too injured to compete, then I'll make sure you really are. I hope you've enjoyed your life Lethal, because these are the last moments of it.
AWOL smacks a furious Lethal Weapon on the side of the face lightly before standing up in the ambulance and making his way towards the back doors of the vehicle. Weapon shouts at him from beneath his duct tape, yelling inaudible profanities as AWOL drops down onto the ground below and turns around to face him laughing demonically. He now slams the door shut and steps away from the ambulance, revealing that he has parked it in inside of a car compactor in the middle of a junkyard. Ruckus can be heard on the inside of the ambulance as AWOL steps towards the controls for the compactor, still wearing an almost disturbing grin upon his face as he reaches out and grabs one of the levers.
AWOL: Goodbye Lethal, I hope you enjoy your extended vacation!
AWOL now pulls down the lever as the compactor begins to come down on top of the ambulance. The vehicle almost immediately begins to crumble and crack, the windows shattering from the tremendous pressure coming down on top. AWOL seems to be thoroughly enjoying what he is seeing as the ambulance begins to compact, the metal crushing in and breaking apart, as it becomes thinner and thinner. The lights and sirens breifly come on before the engine is to badly damaged to sustain them. The tires explode as the ambulance continues to be crushed before the compactor seems to stop working. The vehicle is nearly flat already with just a small bit of space for somebody to barely survive within as AWOL watches on grinning, laughing to himself at the sight of what he's done. The show fades to black.
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