October 8th 2004 - The night calls upon one to face the Weapons Lair...But Who?


Last Week In Denver……

(The black and white scene paints a very dramatic version of the scenes of last week as Vivian is seen in the locker room of Daemon Frost.)

Vivian-
You see, I’ve been watching you for several weeks now, and I’ve seen the sort of trouble you’ve been getting yourself into. The network is on your case constantly, and the temporary peace you have set up with Sheryl Gray has absolutely zero chance of lasting, as far as I can tell. And in the meantime, you get worn down day by day, picked apart by their greater numbers despite all the talent you have. You see, I look at ULW today, and I see something that disturbs me. This war of Network vs. High Rollers is threatening to make this place a two dog race. I’m afraid people like you and me, the little ones who aren’t aligned with either stable, are going to get swept under the rug and forgotten at best, and broken and cast off at worst.

Daemon-
Yeah, well, they’ll have a hell of a hard time getting rid of me.

Vivian-
Will they?


Later that evening…

(The words echo as the scene fades with Daemon readjusting his tie in the mirror and looking like something has just made him think heavily…All goes black…)

Jerry Walters:
Daemon Frost has been back 3 weeks and not once have the Network come out unscarred!

(The scene returns to the entrances of Jon Rich and Daemon before fading out and showing clips of the match going to and throw between the two superstars as Daemon is about to go for the Frost Special)

This is going to be it Tim! It’s going to be over if Daemon does this, he beat Jon with it last week can he do it again!

(Again it cuts out to the pitch darkness and silence before returning to see Hurse come down the ring pushing Daemon from the ropes and into the ring barrier, the match skips to more various attacks including Jon Rich getting a three count but with no referee.)

We still have no referee in the ring! Daemon Frost could have lost this here, but to be fair, Rich was not alone in this match!

(Suddenly Rich is seen on the top rope as the referee gets back in the ring he jumps for a cross body but Daemon counters it rolling right over and pinning Rich for the win! The fans are ecstatic!)

Daemon is in chase of Hurse! This feud is far from over ladies and gentleman, in fact we have some cameras back there watching this now!

(The scene skips backstage as we see Daemon in search of Hurse in the parking lot, looking down the side of some cars, suddenly the lights of a semi-truck in the distance turn on like something out of a horror movie behind the unaware Daemon Frost)

Jerry Walters:
LOOK! LOOK! That’s the car that ran down AWOL!

Tim May:
Daemon is in the wrong place at the wrong time Jerry!!!

(Suddenly the scene skips to the point where the truck hits Daemon sending him crashing hard into the windscreen before stopping and sending him onto the pavement…The screams and cries of the crowd are overheard as suddenly ‘thoughtless’ by KoRn plays over the sound system, the slowly opens to the opening to the slow haunting chords of the tune until the face of Hurse is seen staring upon Daemon with Jon Rich in the background looking amazed at the site!
With that fast screaming shots of Daemon against Hurse pass by followed by the pause of the music and the ULW President standing in the ring…)

Sheryl:
Tonight I am dedicating this night to the Pay per view – Bloody Massacre - I am going to give Daemon Frost a chance at a match he has never won. I am going to give him the opportunity to go back in time and fight the one match that evaded his path to glory… I am going to put Daemon Frost in a Glass Tables Match!

Ladies and Gentleman…At Bloody massacre, I am going to make sure it is just that… So at the pay per view on October 24th in the Attel stadium I am going to make it Daemon Frost Vs Hurse one ON ONE!!!!

(The chorus of Thoughtless hits one more time as the scenes of Xavier Vs Daemon Frost in the first ever glass tables match hit the screen, the bloodshed the pain and the glory all fly past the faces of those watching until the scene falls back to the face of Hurse staring coldly on the bloody and unconscious body of Daemon Frost as the song thoughtless dies to a mere murmur before the haunting scenes fade to black.)


FUF LIVE! CORAL CENTRE, OTTAWA, ONTARIO, CANADA

(The scene opens with huge rockets of pyro flying into the air followed by sparkling effects and many more as the fans go wild to the start of the show, Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit is playing through the sound system as various moves and matches are seen over the three large screens above the newly made FUF set with no X-net advertisements! All hosted by Channel 69! The cameras pan around the arena to see Banners and signs marked up with “Goodbye X-net” and “Orlando for Champion” suddenly the sound of Jerry Walters breaks over the fans screams as the show officially starts.)

Jerry Walters:
WELCOME TO ULW FUF!!! What a night it’s going to be so much going on and so little time to get it all in, but before we start we need to discuss Daemon Frost and the incident we all saw last week…

Tim May:
We do Jerry, I mean things here in ULW are really going above hardcore at the moment and along with myself a lot of the officials here believe things are getting out of hand.

Jerry Walters:
Lets take you back to last week ladies and gentleman, we warn you now, if you are easily disturbed in a nervous disposition please look away now.


Last Week

DAEMON WINS! DAEMON WINS! The fans are going crazy as Frost rolls out of the ring and falls to one knee! He shakes his head from the cobwebs as Rich gets straight back to his feet and shouts at the referee before trash talking Daemon, suddenly though Frost sees Hurse standing at the top of the ramp, he swears under his breath and chases the former hardcore champ who turns and runs into the back!)

Jerry Walters:
Daemon is in chase of Hurse! This feud is far from over ladies and gentleman, in fact we have some cameras back there watching this now!

Tim May:
Look! Jon Rich has just gone in chase as well! Ingo is the only one able to follow this action!


Backstage

(The scene opens with Daemon running through one of the loading bays, he is shouting Hurse’s name and punching things in anger, suddenly Jon Rich charges him from behind knocking him to the ground! Rich grabs him and throws him into a side of a dumpster in pure frustration, he walks a few paces away and grabs a metal pole from a heap of rubbish, he turns back to Frost, but Daemon is back up and spears Rich down hard! He slams punch after punch into the face of his earlier opponent and turns back to a set of double doors leading to the parking lot.)

Daemon:
HURSE!?! HURSE WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!

(No Answer comes to his calls.)

Jerry Walters:
Where could Hurse have gone?

Tim May:
Got me? This guy is like a master of disguises!

(Daemon walks out into the main area of the parking lot, around him a number of cars are parked up but none containing Hurse, suddenly the screams of the fans erupt around the arena as behind Daemon a set of lights can be seen coming of a car!)

Jerry Walters:
LOOK! LOOK! That’s the car that ran down AWOL!

Tim May:
Daemon is in the wrong place at the wrong time Jerry!!!

(Slowly the car with his black tinted windows moves toward Daemon who looks down the sides of the parked cars for his victim, suddenly he turns and sees the lights but the car is to close and rams him knocking him right up the bonnet and powerfully slamming him against the windscreen cracking the glass right along its width!! Daemon just falls into a slouch onto the concrete, Jon Rich suddenly appears from the doors and stops at the site of a bloody and battered Daemon Frost. Suddenly the door opens and slowly stepping out is HURSE!!! The fans are booing like it was the last thing they could do…Hurse however ignores them instead he just stands there, watching as Daemon lays lifeless. Slamming the door, he just walks past Jon Rich as if nothing had happened leaving Rich confused at what just happened! The camera watches the Network leave before looking back down on the body of Daemon Frost)


Back In the Arena

Jerry Walters:
Shocking events again, after the Demona incident just two weeks ago, last week we find out that Hurse was the man who put AWOL in a coma and that Hurse was the man who ran down Daemon last week!

Tim May:
I said it last week Jerry, somebody in the ULW is going to be killed at this rate and I repeat that comment tonight!

Jerry Walters:
I don’t disagree with you Tim and the Pay Per View only strengthens that opinion as Chapel finally gets his hands on the man believed to have killed his love, Phantom as the two are set to go one on one in the second ever Buried alive match in the ULW, the first time though in singles competition!

Tim May:
And Daemon Frost, as long as he is recovered, goes one on one with Hurse in a glass tables match the winner goes on for a shot at the biggest title in the business Jerry, the World Heavyweight Championship!

Jerry Walters:
I don’t think Daemon will care about his condition but you mentioned the World title and what could be bigger, more deadly and more destructive then the Weapons Lair match, the ULW’s own deadly machine and tonight we find out if Orlando or Damien will go on to fight in that match against Predator!

(Suddenly the sound of the networks music hits and the fans stand to there feet as Jason Seagreen is pushed out in his wheelchair by Ingo, the fans are booing loudly as he just ignores them, behind him Hurse is seen walking with the Tag titles over his shoulder, they head down the ramp and as they reach the ring help Jason up onto his feet and climb onto the apron and into the squared circle, the fans are booing louder as Jason takes the mic from the announcer resting on his crutches and waiting for the noise to lower.)

Jerry Walters:
Where is Jon Rich?

Tim May:
Maybe he er…Got delayed in traffic or something…

Jerry Walters:
Delayed in Traffic?

Tim May:
Well shutup and let Jason talk and maybe we will find out!

(Jason looks around the arena before hobbling on his crutches again toward the front of the ring.)

Seagreen:
In the last 2 weeks, the Network have been made to suffer bullish, unfair activity from the ULW, from its offices and from its roster and tonight… I am demanding a stop to it! You see tonight Hurse and Jon Rich defend there tag team titles, the titles they won fair and square from those idiots in the back Too Magnificent and Michael Synclaire, the High Rollers fair and square!

Jerry Walters:
I’m not sure about that!

Seagreen:
But no! Sheryl has to put us through more torture, more unfair treatment, she causes two of the greatest athletes in this company to defend there titles not once but twice! Tonight against a make shift duo of Vivian and Angyl and then at Bloody Massacre against The High Rollers little duo again! As for me, firstly she puts a cripple, a man who was powerbombed through a god damn wall into a match against a former lightweight champion, another fair un-bias decision by our great esteemed owner, she bands me from the arena when she is the one who had me attacked in a damn wheelchair!

(Hurse suddenly snatches the mic from Seagreen an angry look on his face.)

Hurse:
Are we all forgetting the most important thing here? Forget being banned from the arena? She has cost Jon Rich two matches in a row! She made that referee act like he was hurt last week otherwise Jon Rich had Daemon beat and she was the one who allowed Daemon to the ring the week before! AND WHY, WHY, WHY am I still booked to fight Daemon Frost at the pay per view! We all saw him out and down from that shot with a semi truck! What do you people expect, to see Daemon Frost back at the pay per view in true hero style? NO! It isn’t going to happen! Daemon is in a hospital, so what, so what he can do some promos cut some speeches, most of them were probably pre-recorded, I wouldn’t be surprised if the son of a bitch was in a co-

(Suddenly That beautiful, hateful and tantalizing theme, "Too Much", suddenly bursts the seams of the sound speakers, the fans jump to there feet as the words ‘TEAM LEADER’ and ‘XAVIER’ hit the screen. Everyone seems to turn to the rampway and Ingo, Hurse and Seagreen are looking petrified, suddenly from the back out he walks mask and all, the fans are going crazy as Xavier seems to point at the ring and directly at Hurse, he heads down the ramp and slides in the ring still pointing at Hurse who has his hands in the air in forgiveness.)

Jerry Walters:
IT’S XAVIER! We have heard so much of his return and now he is back!

Tim May:
I can’t quite believe this! Not Kingdom but Xavier, I mean he looks a little different but there is no mistaking that attire, that mask!

(Suddenly as Xavier raises a punch he stops and grabs his stomach as if laughing, Hurse and the others seem confused, but suddenly he rips the mask off! It’s Jon Rich! The fans are booing loudly as Rich mocks Xavier some more before throwing the mask on the floor and stamping on it a number of times, he takes the mic from Hurse and then when finished laughing speaks above the booing fans.)

Rich:
Ok, ok, I’m calm, ha! Sorry guys, when you guys tricked me with that mask last week and put it on my head I just knew I had to get you guys back. I mean come on, I am the student of you Hurse, we don’t need that interfering nobody coming back here acting like he is the boss. I mean seriously Hurse answer this, how many times since he left this federation has he called you? Not just as a friend but for any reason at all?

(Hurse shakes his head saying the word ‘none’)

Rich:
Exactly and how often are me and you beside each other fighting side by side like a team, always. I didn’t bail on the team we have here, he did, so all this Xavier returning crap, I am stamping on this damn mask and calling an end to it right here tonight! If Xavier, or Kingdom or whatever your calling yourself nowadays is out the back, I am calling you out right now. Right here!

Jerry Walters:
I am not sure that’s a clever thing to do!

Tim May:
Jon Rich is the cleverest and as he said mid-week, sexiest guy in this federation Jerry, don’t underestimate him, he is not scared of Xavier! He is Jon Rich the tag team champion damn it!

(There is no sound and no sign of anyone coming out Rich just laughs and shouts “My point people, he is scared!” He hands the microphone back to Hurse who just taps Jon on the shoulder and smiles, he adjusts the tag belt over his shoulder then hands Rich his.)

Hurse:
We are a team Jon and you never left us. Hell I think Xavier is scared of you Jon! I honestly do! Did he come out, oh no? Which means he is not here and the whole coming back bullshit is another farce just like the tag match we have been put into tonight, I mean Angyl – and don’t get me wrong Jon, I know you like her – but to be honest she is some kind of real bitch ass freak! And then Vivian, well…Let’s just say she is a little lonesome right now, Stevie is throwing her back on her every approach and AWOL…HA! Well he is in a co-

(The lights dim and red overhead spotlights fill the arena. A fog rolls from the stage, made all the thicker by the red lighting, and Evanescence's "Imaginary" fills the ULW arena. The crowd cheers as Vivian strides confidently from the back wearing a long leather trench-coat and a pair of dark sunglasses. She stares from side to side at the audience, smiling seductively before waiting for the music to end as the lights return to normal, she stares into the ring and instantly her smile is gone as she looks into the eyes of Hurse…)

Vivian:
Was you about to say that AWOL, is in a coma? Because Hurse, if you were, I am about to roll down the ramp and lay the biggest punch on you that anyone ever has.

Hurse:
Oh right, a punch huh? Well from the reputation you have in the back I would have expected it to be a kiss with that scab of a mouth you got there!

(Vivian just smiles as the fans “eww” and “Argh” she nods her head and then slowly walks down the ramp, mic still in hand.)

Hurse:
Oh, what’s Vivian going to do, take on all of us? Me, Rich, Ingo and even Jason…Is that what you are going to do, all alone!?!

(Vivian stops at the bottom of the ramp and raises the microphone.)

Vivian:
In fact Hurse, Yes!

(The fans go nuts as Vivian slides in the ring shocking the Network members, she ducks the clothesline attempt by Hurse and hits the unsuspecting Rich with a clothesline of her own, Ingo runs at her, but she takes the big man down with a big drop toe hold, Hurse charges at her but she ducks his challenge again and as he turns to face her gets hit with a huge right hand that knocks him to the canvas, in anger she jumps to the floor her hands around the throat of Hurse but from behind Ingo and Jon Rich grab her both of them having to pull her off and holding her by the arms. Hurse stands up and pads his lip checking for blood then looks back at Vivian. Seagreen is screaming at him to teach her a lesson and nodding he agrees, but as he gets close enough Vivian raises a leg and boots Hurse right in the crotch! He falls to his knees causing an eruption from the fans as Vivian battles out of the grasp of the two men again before turning and slapping Jon Rich so hard he stumbles backwards, Ingo though just grabs her by the throat and lifts her for a chokeslam but Vivian counters and falls behind him before falling to her knees and slamming a forearm right in between his legs causing the big man to drop as well, suddenly though from behind Jon Rich hooks in the cobra clutch and drops Vivian for the ‘Get Rich quick!’)

Jerry Walters:
An angry Vivian here is out here all because of Hurse, all because of what he done to AWOL and then Frost last week and now she is going to pay as well!

Tim May:
It’s her own fault! She has Hurse in a match later, she should have waited, she didn’t, Vivian deserves this!

(Hurse gets back to his feet and demands that Rich lifts her to her feet, he does and Ingo regains his composure to help hold her, Hurse just grabs her by the chin and begins shouting taunts about AWOL in her face, but Vivian just spits in his face, Hurse steps back shocked and wipes it angrily from his eye. He turns back to Vivian but as he raises a hand, the fans go nuts as ‘Wake up’ by the Lost Prophets hits the speakers!!!! The fans are on the edge of there seats as a ghostly looking Hurse looks to the rampway, suddenly from the back Johnny Kingdom returns!!! The fans are all over the shop a kind of mosh pit at the barricade as Kingdom sprints down the rampway and slides in the ring!!)

Jerry Walters:
HE IS HERE! HE IS BACK! KINGDOM HAS RETURNED!!!

Tim May:
NOO! No! This can’t be happening has Network not got enough enemies right now!

(Hurse instantly jumps out of the ring but Ingo pushes Vivian to the ground and turns to Kingdom only to receive a huge clothesline big enough to knock a man his size off his feet and back first into the mat!!! Jon Rich looks from side to side not sure what to do as Kingdom stares right at Rich! Rich in confusion slams a right at Kingdom but Johnny blocks it and to the cheers of the fans slams a right into his face and another and another suddenly he takes the legs from under Jon Rich and flips him for a catapult but as Kingdom drops onto his back lifting Rich to his feet Vivian is waiting and slams a huge Superkick into the jaw of Jon Rich causing him to fall backwards right across the waiting knees of Kingdom! Suddenly the fans go nuts as Kingdom gets to his feet and stalks Jon Rich, the Network member turns but right into a boot by Kingdom who then lifts him into a suplex before dropping for a Brainbuster DDT! The fans are going nuts as Rich hits the ground instantly pulled away by Hurse who lifts him onto his shoulder still shocked to see his old friend in the ring as he backs up the ramp to where Ingo and Seagreen are waiting.)

Jerry Walters:
Oh my! Jon Rich just got that cocky mouth of his shut by Vivian and can I believe I’m saying this…Johnny Kingdom!

Tim May:
I can’t believe your saying it Jerry! This has to be a plan, to get Daemon or something!

Jerry Walters:
Maybe its not, maybe Kingdom was just annoyed at Jon Rich mocking him and standing on that mask? Loads more on the way ladies and gentleman, stick with us after this commercial break.


Commercial

Back in the Arena


Jerry Walters:
How can you forget ladies and gentleman, ULW Bloody Massacre coming your way on October 24th from the Attel Stadium in Jacksonville, Florida and what a show its going to be!

Tim May:
Oh yeah! Just think, either Orlando Cruze or Damien are going to be entering that dreaded Weapons Lair Match!!! Can you imagine that! Neither of them have any idea what to expect!!

Jerry Walters:
Then lets give them a taster and take you back to April this year and ULW Paranoia!!!


ULW Paranoia 2004.

(THE FANS GO WILD AS HELLKAT TAKES THE BELT AND RIPS IT OFF THE HOOK, SHE HOLD IT IN HER ARMS SOME OF THE FANS FORGETTING SHE HASN’T WON IT YET!!!)

Jerry Walters:
Hellkat has the title! She has the belt!

Tim May:
But she isnt Moving! Hellkat look out its Holy War damn it!

(Suddenly Daemon kicks her in the stomach before dropping her with a DDT right onto her head making her concussion worse most likely. Daemon bounces back to his feet and leans down touching the title at the same time so does AWOL, they both lift the title over 90ft high in the air, neither man letting go, the two of them begin to argue both trying to tug the title away from each other suddenly at the same time both men throw it aside and punch by punch both go at each other, AWOL’s power though quickly gets the upper hand, he boots Daemon in the stomach and lifts him for a powerbomb but as he is bringing him down, Daemon counters it and brings AWOL down into a front face slam!! He gets back to his feet but Andre is up on the top cell, he charges Daemon with a clothesline knocking him inside out, Daemon falls hard onto the cell three roof and Andre grabs the smaller man looking to Chokeslam him properly this time, he grabs Daemon around the throat before trash talking him, suddenly though Daemon counters it kicking Andre in the groin the big man grabs his heavily attacked groin once more and turns into AWOL WHO PICKS ANDRE UP OFF HIS FEET ONTO HIS SHOULDERS, HE THROWS HIM LIKE AN F-U RIGHT ONTO ANOTHER PANEL!!!!!!!!!!! THE PANEL BUCKLES UNDER ANDRES WEIGHT AND ANDRE SMASHES THROUGH THE CELL THREE ROOF THEN RIGHT THROUGH THE CELL TWO ROOF AND RIGHT INTO CELL ONE, HE HITS THE APRON THE MAT GIVING WAY AND COLLAPSING AROUND THE BIG MAN!!!!!ANDRE IS OUT COLD, HE JUST FEEL 90FEET!!!!!!)


Back In the Arena

Jerry Walters: I still remember that moment as if it was yesterday Tim, Andre Bates the biggest man in the match falling 90feet in the air through all three mesh cells and then through the ring itself.

Tim May:
The scary thing about it since, is that he has never been seen, not since that match at Paranoia, come to think of it, neither has Pulse! Stinger was, well, Stinger, Hellkat, Daemon and Curtis are the only ones still going because as we know, AWOL is in a coma!

Jerry Walters:
There is certainly an element of bad luck surrounding that match, but will it follow Hellkat again, as you saw she was the first person to touch that belt during the Weapons Lair match, can she come through the whole way this time!?!


Kevin Baumann Vs Steve Smith

(The lights in the arena dim, while lasers start to dart about the arena , making the fans cheer. 'Eye Of The Tiger' blasts out the various speakers dotted about. The titantron shows the words 'Steve Smith' which then change to 'The Real Deal' before being replaced by the company logo, followed by videos of Smith's matches, as he walks out. He throws his hands into the air as he stands on the stage before making his way to the ring and climbing in. He throws his hands in the air once more as his music comes to an end and his second ULW match is about to begin.)

Jerry Walters:
Well the 7ft large Steve Smith was out here last week against Desolation and the lad gave a good account of himself, he lost and got his welcome to ULW message, but he did ok.

Tim May:
Did ok? You can’t do ‘ok’ at this level! You work your ass off or you get your ass kicked plain and simple!

Jerry Walters:
I didn’t say anything other, but I am just stating the point that in a difficult match, he done well.

(Suddenly Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems hits as the entrance of Conrad Gray plays over the sound system, the fans are on there feet booing loudly as Conrad walks out side by side with Kevin Baumann, he has a mic in hand and stops his bodyguard at the top of the ramp as the music dies down and the fans boo’s slowly drown out. He raises the mic to his mouth and smiles evilly at the fans.)

Jerry Walter:
What has this creep got to say now!?!

Tim May:
It’s Conrad! Wooo! Creep!??????! Who are you calling a creep, show Conrad some respect!

Conrad:
Now last week, I watched, I took note and I saw a 7 foot man, a giant, a monster…Get beat…Like a bitch! And like another well known or shall we say, ‘so called’ Monster, tonight they will feel what its like to be handed there ass to them once and for all.

Jerry Walter:
I think we all know what monster apart from Steve Smith in the ring here, Conrad refers to.

Tim May:
We do?

Jerry Walters:
You’re hopeless.

Conrad:
So tonight, right here in Ontario in the pigsty that is Canada, Kevin Baumann will dominate and destroy this man, Steve Smith, showing you all a preview, a trailer of what’s to come at Bloody Massacre when I finally, lay rest the man who has haunted my dreams for far…To long….Kevin, finish him.

(Kevin smiles and walks down the ramp stretching his arms and preparing for Steve Smith, he rolls under the bottom rope as the bell sounds and jumps around the outer circle of the ring before lunging at Steve Smith but the big 7 footer just grabs his throat before screaming to the demanding fans and lifting him in the air before slamming him hard against the mat! Conrad looks ghostly as he stares ahead at the ring and at Steve Smith who calls for Baumann to get back up, Kevin does but is charged down with a clothesline then another, Smith goes for a third but Baumann ducks it and runs off the ropes but bounce off them and flies hard head first right into the huge size 16 boot of Smith knocking him hard to the ground! Suddenly with a yell Smith calls to the fans and grabs the slow rising body of Kevin Baumann before lifting him high in the air and turning to face Conrad Gray before dropping Baumann right onto his head and hooking his leg for the pin.
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Jerry Walters:
Well that didn’t last long!

Tim May:
Ke- Kevin, what the hell happened!

(The sound of ‘Eye of the tiger blast through the sound system as Steve Smith rises to his feet and has his hand held in victory by the referee. The fans seem to be cheering Smith loudly as a red faced Conrad Gray looks on ready to explode. He raises the mic to his mouth again and demands a stop to the music. The booing fans all throw there rants and taunts at Conrad who patrols back and forth at the top of the ramp, trying to keep himself calm.)

Conrad:
Smith… What the hell do you think your doing? WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING DOING!?! You were not paid to win this god damn match for this idiotic Canadian fans! For god sake look at them…LOOK AT THEM!!! They booed you only days ago Smith and now…NOW that they cheer for you, you believe you have the right, the stature to stand before me…

(Smith is leaning on the ropes looking a little pissed at Conrad’s word and bored as well. Suddenly the next words out of Conrad’s mouth get his attention!)

Conrad:
Steve Smith…AS OF NOW…YOU ARE BARRED FROM THE ULW AND CAST….Ha…To the pit known as D…W…A!!!!

(The fans are booing loudly as Steve Smith shouts “What!?!” in disbelief, he steps over the ropes and angrily jumps down off the apron and heads toward Conrad. But a fearful CEO just raises the mic again, his other hand in a plea of forgiveness.)

Conrad:
Smith, don’t be silly, if you touch me, you wont be with us at all, you understand me? ill fire you right here, right now in front of all these people… Smith…Just keep going.

(The fans are pleading for Smith to attack Conrad, he stands staring, his teeth gritted together and his eyes showing the anger behind the expression, suddenly though he just turns to the boos of the fans. He lowers his head in shame before walking through the curtain and into the back. Conrad just smiles like a man who just won the lottery before turning to the ring and instantly looking angry again, he heads down the ramp and rolls in the ring. Kevin Baumann is on all fours, hurt from the beatdown he got from Steve Smith, yet Conrad just seems enraged.)

Conrad:
You IDIOT!!! YOU FOOL! You lost to that heap of crap Steve Smith and now you expect to stay beside me! Beside someone of my greatness! Baumann…Next Week I am giving you one more chance…ONE MORE…If you don’t prove to me that you are worthy of a place here, a place in the ULW and more to the point a place next to the greatest manmade spectacular Conrad Gray…Then you will be fired.

(Kevin stands up and holds his hands in the air as Conrad talks trash to him away from the mic before lashing out with a huge slap to the side of the face that knocks Baumann down to one knee. The fans are booing as Baumann just takes it and watches as Conrad leaves the ring.)

Jerry Walter:
What a saw loser, that no good son of a bitch just sent Steve Smith to the DWA and all because his man was not ready for a ULW spectacular.

Tim May:
Conrad is doing that 7foot crap a favor! He is sending him back to school Jerry.

Jerry Walters:
Only because Baumann was to inexperienced at this level to do a damn thing about Steve Smith! Conrad is making his mark back in the ULW and because of it we just compromised one of our rising talents! Ladies and Gentleman we will be back after this break.


Commercial

Back In the Arena

Jerry Walters:
Welcome back and in just two weeks the newest Pay Per View of the ULW begins and the return of the Weapons Lair will be upon us!

Tim May:
But who is going to be entering it Jerry!?!

Jerry Walters:
We know Hellkat, one of few remaining will be in that match but who else Tim, tonight we find out, either it will be Orlando Cruze, the legend who remains naked without gold around his waist in his ULW career, a man who is said to be a 15 minute wonder, a fluke, a man not capable of the top name in a federation the size of ULW. Or it could be Damien, the dark deceitful Damien, the man who stole the belt and made the opportunity his own, the man who is determined to take what he believes is rightfully his…One of these men Tim…Is going to the Weapons Lair!


Backstage

(The scene opens in the backstage area, the cameras are focused on the name of the locker room door, ‘The Network’. The door opens and the camera crew enter to see Hurse walking up and down a look of anger on his face, a doctor is wrapping a bandage around Jon Rich’s ribs as the injured Network member sits impatiently on the small table in there VIP room.)

Jon Rich:
What the hell is that no good son of a bitch doing back here!

(Hurse just considers a possible answer, but says nothing.)

Jon Rich:
Well……

Hurse:
You stepped on his mask idiot! Do you have any idea what that means to a man who wears them. That’s there identity and you stepped on it. Are you surprised he came back!?!

Jon Rich:
Weren’t you?

Hurse:
In fact…Yes…I was.

(Hurse just looks at Jon Rich before adjusting his belt on his shoulder and turning to leave the room, the camera just turns back to Jon Rich who pushes the doctors hands away and grabbing his Tag gold, looking angry still that Kingdom was back.)


Also Backstage

(The double doors at the rear of the arena suddenly fly open and a man in a black hooded top stands in the door way. Outside it is getting dark and it looks windy. A gust of wind blows into the arena causing the hooded man to step into the arena and close the doors behind him. He starts to walk down the hallway until he reaches the locker rooms. He looks at a piece of paper in his pocket which reads a list of names. He scrolls down the list. On the list there are people such as Vivian, Orlando Cruze, Predator, Michael Synclaire, Too Magnificent, Hurse, Psycho, Jon Rich, Chapel, Killjoy, Curtis Jack and Damien. Next to a couple of the names are stars. The stars are next to Michael Synclaire, Hurse, Jon Rich, Killjoy and Damien. The man looks up from the piece of paper and walks into the locker room where some of the superstars are getting ready for matches. The door closes behind him before the camera can enter the room. Suddenly a scream is heard and the scene quickly shoots back to the arena area.)


Back in the Arena

Jerry Walters:
What was that about? Does security know we got a masked man in the back!

Tim May:
My question is who the hell screamed?

Jerry Walters:
Something isn’t feeling quite right Tim! And it isn’t feeling right for Hurse and Jon Rich either, Hurse seems somewhat torn Tim? Could he be stuck between his friendship with Kingdom and his leadership to Rich?

Tim May:
No! Jon Rich is the future, the success story of the soon to be future, Hurse will not throw him to the side for that nobody Kingdom! Never…

Jerry Walters:
I don’t know Tim, the early going in this event seems to suggest some real worry in and mystery in the locker room.


Prodigy Vs Steve Hunter

Jerry: In just a few moments we'll have two newcomers to ULW, Steve Hunter and Prodigy squaring off in the debut match.

Tim: Hold on here Jerry, Prodigy has been here before!

Jerry: When?

Tim: He had under-cards feuds with Hunter and uh... that Oswald guy.

The arena lights dim.

Tim: We’re about to get underway with these two new rising talents!

The sounds of thunder, crying babies, and creepy organ music fill the arena. "The casket, the grave, the sweet smell of death. The paintings in the hall, we love it all. We love it all. HIDING IN THE SHEETS AFRAID TO GO TO SLEEP, GIVING YOU THE CREEPS, WE'RE IN THE HORRORSHOW!" SPF 1000's "Horrorshow" blares over the PA, as none other then THE HARDCORE MESSIAH himself, SPIDER comes walking down the entry ramp. He's hold a pack of index cards and has hastily tied a tie sporting the visage of Charles Manson around his neck, over the stained "Sex Pistols" t-shirt.

Tim: SPIDER!? What the hell is that freak doing out here?

Jerry: Collecting his pay per appearance check, what else?

SPIDER walks up to the usual ring announcer, nails him in the gut with a grungy combat boot and nails the sucker with the SPLATTERBOMB. He stands up, dusts himself off and picks up the mic.

SPIDER: HELL YEAHS MUTHAFUCKERS!

The crowd cheers loudly, very loudly considering they were just called muthafuckers.

SPIDER: The following contest is to be held under standard ULW rules and is scheduled for one fall. First down the entry ramp....

SPIDER squints at the index cards, then throws the lot of them over his shoulder.

SPIDER: Fuck it, can't read mah own writin'.

Tim: What's going on?

Jerry: I'm getting word that the Loons have elected themselves ULW's official welcoming committee.

SPIDER: First introducing, from Bumfuck, Montana. He stands six and a half feet tall, and weighs in at two hundred seventy pounds. Bullshit, you rounded you fucking cheater. Ladies and gentlemen, he is the 'Fake Slim Shady' being not particularly slim, and having the same skin tone as Rodney Mack, not particularly shady either. Ladies and gentlemen, the four thousand, eight hundred, and forty sixth member of the Slim Shady Army, you can see him third from the right in the factory scene, the two hundred and forty second man I've seen with the nickname "Primetime." Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Steeeeeve Hunter!

Dennis Leary's "Asshole Song" plays as a bewildered Steve Hunter walks down the ramp.

SPIDER: No, seriously, give up. Change the channel, nothing to see here folks. Yeah, wave to the folks at home Steve.

SPIDER clears his throat.

SPIDER: And his opponent, hailing from a dumpster on the south side of Parts Unknown, he has the unique distinction of being the only superstar on the ULW roster that has made Desolation throw in the towel. Of course it was during a viewing of his tryout match with ULW, during which the Dark Man was screaming "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING USING A FINISHER AS A TRANSITIONAL MOVE YOU FUCK?! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" and left the room to console himself with tapes of American Dragon and Christopher Daniels. He is the master of nothing in particular, and the innovator of the 'Finger Four' and 'DTT.' Give a warm, and by warm I mean douse him in gasoline and set him on fire, welcome to, no not Tom Marquez, the OTHER Prodigyyyyyyyyy!

W.A.S.P.'s "L.O.V.E. Machine" blares over the PA as an equally confused and befuddled Prodigy emerges from the back. ULW referee Derrik Knight enters the ring to officiate the match, and gets smacked with a big boot and a SPIDER Driver Redux from SPIDER.

SPIDER: And officiating this contest, allow to introduce the special guest....

"MNOOOOOOOOOSE!" Monty Python's "Idiot Song" plays over the PA as the pleasantly plump Bob waddles to ringside. He has a new black.... um set of straps or whatever the hell that is he wears on his gut, between that and his pasty flabby flesh, he's got the required stripes to referee I guess.

SPIDER: Excuse me, Special MNOOSE Referee, BOB!

Bob log rolls down the entry ramp and slides into the ring. He checks Prodigy for foreign objects and strange mnooses.

Tim: This is a travesty! Does Bob even know how to count to three? Get Jason Seagreen, or Sheryl Gray, or SOMEBODY out here to get him out of here!

Jerry: I'm getting word that this came about as a result of the Loons giving the management and ultimatum.

Tim: What was it?

Jerry: Either they get to give these two an official welcome to ULW, or they hold a cook out on the entry ramp.

Tim: And why didn't they go for the cookout?

Jerry: Because they had facepaint, spears, and loincloths all set to roast Steve Smith over hot coals.

Bob is now checking Steve Hunter over for foreign objects, and stray scraps of food. Bob checks Steve's sides, even though he isn't wearing a shirt. Hunter begrudgingly obliges, holding his hands out as Bob checks his arms. You never know if there's an evil cyborg from the future trying to sneak a laser cannon in his arm into a match. Bob grins and begins to play patty-cake with Steve Hunter's outstretched hands. Hunter shakes his head and walks over to his corner. Bob pulls a triangle and a little metal rod out of his pantaloons and rings it, apparently to start the match.

Tim: And we're FINALLY underway.

Jerry: This should be interesting.

Tim: INTERESTING? Is that all you can say?

Prodigy and Steve tie up, with Hunter slapping on a loose headlock, allowing Prodigy to shove him into the ropes and break the hold. Prodigy takes him down with a drop toe hold and quickly slaps on an STF, which Hunter powers out of, pushing himself onto his feet. Prodigy bounces off the ropes, and is smacked against the mat with a powerslam. Hunter holds on, and doesn't even get a one count.

Tim: Way too soon to attempt a pinfall. You can't pin a A level talent like Prodigy in the opening moments of a match.

Jerry: 'A Level?' Have you been buying funny cigarettes from SPIDER again?

Hunter whips Prodigy to the ropes, he ducks his head, going for a back body drop. Prodigy kicks him in the face and goes for a modified Canadian Destroyer, but for some reason Bob catches Prodigy's shoulders and pushes him back forward, forcing Prodigy to hit a modified facebuster. Prodigy is irate, he starts yelling at Bob. Bob pulls a clock out of his pantaloons and points at it.

Tim: What's he saying? Why did he stop Prodigy's flip piledriver?

Why because there's another five minutes before ULW has to take a mnoosemercial break of course. Bob knows the fans at home would rather see Steve Hunter and Prodigy wrestle for five more minutes instead of an advert for Jericho's Own Brand Ass Cream. Goes on smooth, and doesn't leave a medicinal scent. Anyway, Prodigy nails Hunter with a standing dropkick that almost sees Prodigy land right on his face during the landing. Prodigy whips Steve to the ropes and takes him down with a drop toe hold that drapes Hunter chest first on the middle rope. Prodigy runs to the opposite ropes and runs back, going for a 619. Bob scoots Steve Hunter out of the way with a nudge from his massive hips. Prodigy's feet connect with Bob's bulbous buttocks, hard enough to send him spinning around back the other way and hitting Hunter in the back of the head. Bob waves an admonishing finger. Prodigy just sighs and rolls up Hunter for a pin.

Jerry: And a two count only on Steve Hunter.

Tim: What the hell does Bob think he's doing? He belongs in a straight jacket, not a referee's.... nevermind, he's not wearing a shirt. Ick.

Prodigy pulls Steve Hunter up and props him in the corner, Prodigy comes charging in attempting a Shining Wizard, but Steve Hunter catches him, pulling him into a fireman's carry, he walks to the center of the ring. He flings Prodigy off his shoulders, going for a modified Death Valley Driver. A modification that never connects, as Bob is there to catch Prodigy and throw him back the other way, the sudden shift of weight unbalancing Hunter and sending the two of them backwards, with Hunter hitting a surprise Samoan drop on Prodigy.

Tim: Oh come on Bob, let 'em hit some moves for heaven's sake.

Prodigy pulls Steve Hunter over, countering into a pin! Bob drops (probably shaking the ring to it's very foundation) and counts the pin. One.... two... Hunter kicks out, looking surprised. Hunter is to his feet, Prodigy points behind the naive Bob, who turns, looking for the tooth fairy, or rogue mosquito-mnooses or whatever, allowing Prodigy ample time kick Steve right in the happy sacs. Prodigy applies a front face-lock, BACK TO THE FUTURE DDT!

Tim: That's his trademark!

Prodigy covers Hunter, but Bob is still looking for invisible men on the far side of the ring. Prodigy has to break the pin and come over and turn Bob around. He covers Hunter again, but he's had enough time to recover, staying down only for a two count. Disgusted Prodigy pulls Hunter to his feet, going for a Northern Lights Suplex, BUT HUNTER SLIDES DOWN PRODIGY'S BACK! Hunter with a school boy roll up! One.... two... three!

Jerry: He got him! Hunter caught Prodigy off guard and rolled him up for the victory!

Tim: He had the tights hooked, Bob should restart this match, Steve Hunter cheated!

Jerry: He did not!

Tim: Ok, so maybe he didn't, but the principle is that same.

Jerry: Since when have you had principles?


Backstage

(The scene opens up in the parking lot of the arena as the door to a large black limousine pulls up, the fans watch on from the ringside area wondering who this could be. The driver, a middle aged man balding, steps out and walks to the rear doors before opening it. Suddenly the fans go nuts as a bruised and cut Daemon Frost steps out still showing a small amount of pain, Monica steps out after him and takes his bag for him before the two walk side by side.)

Monica:
Daemon for god sake, this is Predator, this isn’t Jon Rich or Stevie James, this isn’t a man with hardly any to no background, this isn’t someone who is proven undefeatable! This is the same person who beat you twice, in your last two meetings!

(Daemon stops in hi tracks and takes his bags from Monica who begrudgingly hands them to him.)

Daemon:
Monica, you are my motivation, my love and losing you last time cost me dearly, in fact it cost me the world title. I know I am not 100% and I know Predator has had weeks off to prepare. But I have not walked away before…I won’t start now, if you can’t be there for me, go back to the hotel, ill be there soon.

(Monica just frowns and nods understandingly, she rubs his shoulders softly and kisses him softly on the lips before turning back toward the Limo as Daemon takes a sigh of relief and headsback for the arena entrance, but there in front of him leaning against a concrete pillar is Vivian Fox. She smiles and makes the mark of a person playing a violin. Daemon just frowns and looks to the ground with impatience.)

Vivian:
Sweet, very sweet Daemon…Well, now your darling girlfriend has gone, let me also give you some advice…Last week I told you we needed to be there for each other, I told you this war of The Network and the High Rollers would leave us like sitting ducks. Well tonight I nearly became a victim of that. Last week….You did. Just like my AWOL.

Daemon:
No…Not like him, I am still here Vivian. AWOL is in a hospital bed somewhere resting up and recovering!

Vivian:
So who is the wiser? The Wounded tiger heroic and courageous, or the recuperated one, intelligent and vigilant, my money is not on the one who is wounded. Daemon, all I shall say to you, is that when the time comes…Ill be there on your side…

???:
Funny how times change so many things!

(Daemon turns to a familiar voice and instantly lets go of his bags and lifts his guard, but Kingdom just stands and smiles at him, the tension between the two still not broken, the hatred and animosity obvious as they stare each other down one more time, Vivian just bites her bottom lip in anticipation and watches the two gaze each other down.)

Kingdom:
Long time no see Mr. Frost.

Daemon:
What are you doing back here…

Kingdom:
I have matters that need attention.

Daemon:
Being?

Kingdom:
Never you mind Daemon, but for once…For now…You are not the one that is under my watchful gaze. Believe it or not, on this occasion I stand on your side of the line.

Daemon:
Me and you will never stand together, we will never be a ‘team’

Kingdom:
I never said we will…But we have a common enemy and before I look to finish what we started all that time ago Mr. Frost, I intend to deal with the small…Indifferences I have, with those around us. Now that I’ve said hello, ill be on my way…Oh and Daemon…Watch out for that cut, looks nasty.

(Kingdom smiles and turns to the doors of the arena before heading out of sight, Vivian looks at Kingdom as he leaves then back at Daemon who touches a large cut on his face a look of pure hatred on his expression.)


Also Backstage

(The scene opens inside the locker room of the World Heavyweight Championship contender Orlando Cruze, the door opens and Orlando walks in after just arriving to the arena, his mind looks set and his eyes focused. He places his bag down on the large leather sofa and stretches his arms out letting out a groan of pleasure as his muscles let out there tension. Suddenly a knock at the door comes and Orlando turns.)

Creed:
Well, I never!

(Orlando turns to see Nathan Creed on crutches in the doorway and smiles widely before letting out a shout.)

Orlando:
Nath!!! What are you doing here? Man, I didn’t think you would be here, not yet!

Creed:
Orlando you’re my friend and my tag partner, do you really think I’d miss this night…Maybe the biggest night of your life… Well only until you beat Damien tonight and go to Bloody Massacre!

(Orlando smiles and nods approvingly.)

Orlando:
Oh…I’ll be there in that Weapons Lair Nathan, I am ready for tonight, I am all so close to finally being where I have always dreamed of being…Nathan I’m glad your with me.

Creed:
I’m happy for ya mate. Really I am. Look, I got to go get something to eat, ill catch up with you later.

Orlando:
Ok bud.

(Creed smiles and shakes Orlando’s hand in congratulations before turning and leaving the scene, Orlando just smiles and turns back to his bag he jumps up and down on the spot, but suddenly his smile fades and ahead of him he stares angrily at some sprinkled fairy dust across the table in front of him.)


Back In the Arena

Jerry Walters:
Nathan Creed is back Tim! Ok he doesn’t look great, but he is back, Orlando must be buzzing right now, he has the backing of all his friends and family and the support from these fans is overwhelming.

Tim May:
What? Orlando has already last Jerry! I mean Damien is the man who deserved this shot, think about? He was set to fight Sean Johnson last week, the network member didn’t show and just as he had it won by count out, Mrs. Gray had to intervene!

Jerry Walters:
And rightly so! This is for the World Heavyweight Championship of the ULW, I title spat on and disgraced by that waster Scott Scorpion and now we are going to make sure the crown sits on the head of the rightful owner, whoever that may be!


Curtis Jack & Bullseye Vs Killjoy & Ravnos

The show comes back to the inside of the arena, the fans growing restless as they impatiently await the next confrontation.

Tim: Well Jerry, are you ready for some tag team action!?!

Jerry: I would be if Killjoy wasn't involved in this contest. I can't believe he hasn't been suspended after everything he's done since his return.

The lights inside the arena dim to black. Members of the crowd light lighters as “My Plague” by Slipknot begins to hammer through the arena’s sound system. The crowd gives off a mixed reaction of cheers and boos as a single spotlight appears in the entryway as Killjoy walks out wearing his trademark long black leather trench coat with the hood pulled over his head. Killjoy raises his arma out in the classic crucifix pose before he makes his way down to the ring. Celestra strolls out behind him. Once he gets into the ring, Killjoy takes off his coat to reveal his ring gear of t-shirt, ripped blue jeans and black wrestling boots. Killjoy slides himself down into a sitting position in the corner as his music fades out and the lights return to normal.

Jerry: Speak of the devil himself.

Tim: I hardly think he's the devil Jerry, I mean, where's the horn and funny looking beard?

The Lights in the arena go out as a red light flashes. The lights then come back up as a Bell Tolls and a Horrible Laugh Follows it. I Stand Alone by Godsmack hit the speakers Fire shoots up near the entrance way. Ravnos walks out through it wearing a Long Black Coat with his head down he slowy makes his way to the ring he walks around to where the steps are he walks up the walks along the apron a bit steps over the top rope puts his head up looking up toward the roof he roars then raises his arms bring them down fast and fire shoots out of the turnbuklesd kinda like Kanes entrance he Then takes his coat of revaling his wreslting attire and walks over the corner and leans agisat the turnbukle and waits for his opponet or if his oppenat is out the ref to check him. Killjoy seems almost impressed by the giant that lingers before him, standing in a powerful stance, ready to uncoil his wrath upon his enemies.

Tim: Look at this monster Ravnos! This guy just looks feriocious.

Jerry: Well we'll just see how big and bad he is in the ring.

The flashbulbs from the stands reflect off the chiseled upper body of Ravnos as he continues to stare into the face of Killjoy.

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 strolls out behind him, smiling and waving to the fans. He heads down to the ring. Inside he removes his jacket to reveal his celtic tattoos, staring into the faces of Killjoy and Ravnos who are being held back by the official. Cat on the other hand stands on the outside mats, pointing and shouting at Celestra who is doing the same thing right back at her.

Jerry: Look at Bullseye, he seems very heated for this one on one contest.

Tim: I would be too if somebody spit in my face last week. And what a luggie it was too.

Jerry: Hopefully though, if Bullseye even wants a chance at revenge, he and his tag team partner tonight, Curtis Jack, are going to have to co-exsist.

Tim: That's easier said than done.

The arena lights dim as red and gold lights show on the entry ramp. "Hysteria" by Muse plays over the PA as Curtis Jack comes strutting down the ramp. He gets a bits close to the rail and a fan reaches out and pats him on the shoulder. Curtis jumps away and glares at the fan, looking at his shoulder and scowls, he brushes at his shoulder with his hand, as if the fan got something on him. Curtis slides into the ring and strikes a pose on the turnbuckle, dismissing the fans as they boo him. He then turns back towards the other three combatants in the ring, looking back and forth at them with a smirk on his face. His eyes breifly divert towards Cat at ringside, winking at her as Bullseye grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around and demanding that he keep his head in the game.

Tim: This is exactly what this team is going to have to avoid, Curtis Jack must keep his attention on the match and not on Cat.

Jerry: It's kind of hard not too.

Killjoy looks at Curtis and Bullseye cockily before finally stepping into his corner. Cat stands on the outside of the ring looking giddy as Bullseye gets into the face of the Monster Ravnos. Curtis takes his place in his corner while Killjoy stands on the apron chatting down to Celestra who seems just as unconcerned by the opposition.

Jerry: Well it seems we're going to start things off with Ravnos and Bullseye, this should be good.

Bullseye begins to step back and forth staring at Ravnos like a caged animal before the bell rings. Both men immediately step into one another, anxious to get this thing underway. They place their hands on one another's shoulders for a test of strength as ref Darren watches on closely, as well as the fans. Ravnos almost immediately begins to be pushed backwards before he places the breaks on it and uses his brute power to push Bullseye backwards. Bullseye slams into the canvas backwards then rolls onto his knees, staring into the face of Ravnos in shock. Ravnos stands over him flexing his ungodly muscles as his face turns a dark red hue.

Tim: My God, look at the intensity being displayed by Ravnos.

Bullseye does not allow himself to be disheartened as he reaches his feet and steps into Ravnos once again, both men locking up in a test of strength as Ravnos begins to push him backwards against his corner. Killjoy stands on the apron clapping his hands together as Ravnos continues to display his unbelievable strength. Suddenly Bullseye shoves him backwards, Ravnos hitting the canvas back first and rolling onto his side with a shocked look on his face. The crowd begins to cheer at the sight of this ungodly power shown by Bullseye.

Jerry: Did you just see that Tim, Bullseye just shoved Ravnos down to the canvas like he was nothing.

Tim: Unbelievable.

Ravnos rises onto his knees with a surprised look on his face as he stares at Bullseye who lets out a roar and flexes his muscles, mimicking Ravnos's earlier behavior. The angry giant quickly gets to his feet and throws a right hand at Bullseye who steps under it, getting behind his back. Ravnos spins around and eats a hard right hand that backs him into the opposing corner. Bullseye continues to unload upon him with a birage of right hands that shake Ravnos. Curtis gets onto the bottom rope and wraps his hands around Ravnos chin, pulling back on it and keeping him in the High Rollers corner. Bullseye bends forward and drives his shoulder into Ravnos's stomach before doing it once again.

Jerry: The High Rollers showing some nice team work.

Bullseye takes a step back and rushes in once again for a spear to the midsection when Ravnos gets his knee up into his face. The shot causes Bullseye to stand up holding his nose and backing up while Ravnos back elbows Curtis to the side of his face, taking him off of the apron to the mats below. Bullseye continues to be dazed after the shot as Ravnos charges out of the corner and levels him with an absolutely brutal clothesline, the force of the blow nearly turning Bullseye inside out as he collapses onto his back grabbing his throat. In a fury Ravnos begins to stomp him repeatedly to the side of the head and chest, the crowd booing as he does so. He now lifts his massive arm into the air before dropping it into the chest of Bullseye and causing nearly his entire body to kick into the air from the force of the blow. Ravnos quickly rises to his feet and places his giant foot to the throat of Bullseye, pressing down upon his knee with both his hands. The ref quickly steps into his face beginning a five count before Ravnos pulls his foot back and places it on his opponent's forehead before scrapping it across it. The crowd once again begins to boo as Ravnos steps towards the ref breathing heavily.

Jerry: I don't think I've ever seen anyone as intense as Ravnos.

Tim: He looks like a monster in the ring tonight. I guess he does have a lot to prove, this being his ULW debut.

Bullseye rolls onto his knees behind the back of Ravnos who turns around and spots him. He immediately steps towards him only for Bullseye to stand up and place his hands to the chest of Ravnos, lifting him into the air before dropping him groan first against his knee. Ravnos takes a step backwards holding himself in pain as Bullseye lunges into the air and shoulder tackles him. Both men collapse onto the canvas as Bullseye begins to stand up slowly.

Tim: Oh Bullseye just took Ravnos off of his feet.

Bullseye gets all the way to his feet before extending his leg outwards and dropping it across the throat of Ravnos. He quickly rises to his feet and approaches Curtis, slapping his hand.

Jerry: All right let's see what Curtis Jack can do in the ring tonight.

Ravnos rises to his feet bent forward and holding his throat when Curtis steps in and begins to deck him across the face repeatedly. The shots back him up slowly as Curtis continues to unload upon him, as well as throwing elbows into the side of his face. Ravnos backs into the ropes as Curtis grabs him by the wrist and whips him towards the opposite side of the ring. However Ravnos puts the breaks on it and instead pulls Curtis into a hard knee lift to his ribs. Curtis lets out a roar of pain as he bends forward and grabs his gut. Ravnos backs into the ropes and bounces off of them as Killjoy slaps him over the back, tagging himself in. Ravnos steps towards Curtis who is still bent forward and hits him with a hard boot right to the side of the face. The crowd moans the stiff shot as Curtis collapses onto the canvas across his chest and stomach. Ravnos steps backwards with that same intensity represented across his face as he turns around to face Killjoy who has entered the ring and is motioning towards the corner. Killjoy continues to point towards the corner before Ravnos finally grudgingly steps out of the ring. Curtis has risen to his knees. Killjoy steps towards him when Curtis begins to throw right hands into his midsection, the shots causing Killjoy to bends forward holding his ribs. Curtis gets to his feet continuing to throw rights into the shocked face of Killjoy before he grabs him by the wrist and whips him towards the ropes. Killjoy reverses it and instead causes Curtis to charge back first into the ropes and bounce into them. He suddenly jumps high into the air and clotheslines Killjoy, taking him off of his feet, as both men collapse onto the canvas. A surprised Killjoy rises to his feet as does Curtis who clotheslines Killjoy down to the canvas quickly. Killjoy rolls onto his hands and knees and gets back to his feet before receiving another clothesline that takes him down to the canvas.

Jerry: Curtis Jack is absolutely on fire!

Tim: He certainly seems to be one step ahead of Killjoy right now. I can't believe I just had to say that.

Killjoy rises back to his feet rather quickly only to receive a brutal chop right across the chest that results in a huge whoo from the sold out crowd. Killjoy backs up as he receives another equally as devastating knife edge chop. His back hits the ropes as Curtis kicks him to the gut and drags him into a front facelock. He quickly lifts Killjoy into the air for the suplex when Killjoy floats over and lands on his feet behind his back. He now grabs him by the back of the tights and rolls backwards, pulling him into a pin attempt as he sits on top of the back of Curtis's legs. The ref quickly drops down as Cat looks concerned on the outside of the ring.

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Curtis kicks out, sending Killjoy stumbling forward. Curtis gets onto his feet when Killjoy steps in and hits a hard European uppercut, the shot sending Curtis backwards into the opposing corner. Killjoy takes a few steps in reverse before charging in only for Curtis to get both of his feet up into his face. Killjoy connects with them resulting in a rough impact as he stumbles backwards grabbing his forehead. Curtis now pulls himself up onto the second rope backwards before jumping off, going for a crossbody. Killjoy however catches him in mid air and turns it into a hard powerslam, hooking his leg.

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Curtis gets his shoulder off the canvas as Killjoy rises onto his knees looking ticked.

Jerry: Man, Killjoy and Curtis putting on a counter fest here.

Tim: Killjoy seems to be coming out on top thus far though, getting two near pin falls over Curtis.

Killjoy rises to his feet and begins to viciously stomp at Curtis's forehead and chest until he reaches down and grabs him by the hair, pulling him up and onto his feet. He begins to throw hard right hands into his face that back him up towards one of the turnbuckles. Curtis leans against it backwards looking winded as Killjoy backs up looking as deranged as usual before charging in and jumping into air, attempting a big splash. Curtis quickly steps out of the way causing Killjoy to hit the turnbuckle chest first and causing him to stumble backwards a bit dazed. Curtis drops down to the canvas and grabs him by the back of his kilt, rolling him backwards into what appears to be the school boy. Instead Curtis stands up and places one of his legs in between both of Killjoy's attempting to lock in the sharpshooter.

Tim: Oh no, Curtis going for his sharpshooter variation!

Jerry: Lock it in, lock it in!!

Killjoy begins to drag himself across his back in a frantic fashion, trying to keep from being placed in the sharpshooter as the crowd watches on, some cheering, other's booing. Killjoy quickly extends his hand out as Ravnos slaps it and steps over the ropes into the ring. Curtis immediately releases Killjoy and bends forward as Ravnos steps towards him. He grabs both of his legs and causes Ravnos to trip backwards as he once again tries to lock in the sharpshooter.

Tim: Now he's trying to apply it to Ravnos!!

Curtis rolls Ravnos onto his stomach and chest, locking in his version of the sharpshooter to quite a mixed reaction from the crowd. Ravnos pushes himself upwards roaring in pain when Killjoy steps in and mafia kicks Curtis right to the back of the head. The fans groan as the shot echoes throughout the arena, Curtis collapsing onto the canvas front first and grabbing the back of his head.

Jerry: Damn that Killjoy, illegally interjecting himself into this match.

Tim: What a vicious shot to the back of Curtis's head from this vicious Killjoy.

Killjoy slides through the ropes and gets back into his corner as Celestra claps her hands on the outside of the ring. Ravnos gets to his feet shaking off the effects of the sharpshooter done to his leg as he reaches down grabbing Curtis by the back of the head. He pulls him to his feet quickly in an angry fashion before placing him in a front facelock. The crowd begins to boo loudly as Ravnos lifts Curtis into the air for the vertical suplex. The boos transform into a state of awe however as Ravnos steps around the ring holding Curtis upside down, allowing all the blood to rush to his head.

Tim: Look at this strength shown by Ravnos, perfecting this stalling suplex upon Curtis Jack.

Ravnos drops backwards like a falling tree as he slams the body of Curtis into the canvas. The veteran superstar sits up grabbing his lower back and reflecting an expression of pain across his face. Bullseye looks desperate for a tag, reaching over the ropes and extending his arm out as far as he can. Ravnos doesn't allow him to reach his partner however as he grabs Curtis by the hair and rolls him onto his knees, pulling the High Roller to his feet then bending him forward and wrapping his arms around his waist.

Jerry: Oh no, don't tell me Ravnos is going for the powerbomb.

Tim: Curtis must have really upset him.

Ravnos lifts him up into the air and onto his shoulders when Curtis slides off and lands on his feet in front of him to the shock of the entire crowd. He quickly jumps into the air and dropkicks Ravnos right to his knee cap causing him to drop down to the canvas grabbing his leg. Curtis gets to his feet quickly and rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and charging in at Ravnos who suddenly stands up and grabs Curtis around the neck, placing him in a front facelock before lifting him into the air for a suplex. The crowd watches on in shock as Ravnos hits the jackhammer powerslam, driving Curtis's body into the canvas with brutal velocity.

Tim: What a move!

Jerry: I can't believe it, Ravnos hit that move out of nowhere!

Ravnos buries his elbow into Curtis's face going for the cover.

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Bullseye drops his leg across the back of Ravnos's head, breaking up the pin attempt to a great deal of cheers from the crowd. Cat whips her forehead, shocked by the near fall.

Jerry: That was so close.

Ravnos rises onto his knees looking furious as Ref Darren backs Bullseye towards his corner. He rises to his feet looking a tad fatigued as he approaches the High Roller corner in anger. Bullseye stands on the apron shouting discouraging comments at him, baiting the monstrous Ravnos towards him. Meanwhile Curtis uses the ropes to pull himself up, reaching his feet and bending over as he clutches his ribs after that vicious move. Ravnos swings at Bullseye on the apron when he ducks the attempted blow and wraps his hands around the back of Ravnos's head, dropping off the apron and choking him on the top rope. Ravnos turns around bending forward and holding his throat when Curtis charges in and wraps his arms around Ravnos, delivering the swinging neckbreaker to the shock of the sold out arena.

Tim: What a vicious swinging neckbreaker!!

Jerry: Completely out of nowhere!!

Ravnos lies on the canvas full of sweat and looking to be in pain as Curtis crawls towards his corner where Bullseye is patiently waiting. Killjoy quickly enters the ring, trying to prevent the tag when Curtis smacks his partner's hand.

Jerry: Bullseye's been tagged in!!

Bullseye quickly enters the ring, rushing towards Killjoy and clotheslining him down to the canvas as the crowd really starts to get into it. Ravnos uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, looking groggy after the swinging neckbreaker as he turns around and walks right into Bullseye who clotheslines him right back down to the canvas. Killjoy rises back to his feet standing against the ropes when Bullseye steps in and big boots him right to the chin, the shot knocking him over the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Tim: Bullseye is absolutely on fire.

Jerry: Look at him go.

Ravnos rises back to his feet as Bullseye hits him with a hard elbow to the side of the face before connecting with a brutal European uppercut. Ravnos begins to flail his arms wildly, trying to keep from falling to the canvas. Bullseye begins to hit him with a series of hard right hands before kicking him to the gut and grabbing his head, pulling it in-between his legs as he wraps his arms around his waist.

Tim: Bullseye is setting up for the powerbomb on Ravnos now. It didn't work for Ravnos, let's see if it does for Bullseye.

Jerry: Let's see if he hits it!

Killjoy scales the turnbuckle right in front of Bullseye, getting to the top rope and obviously setting up for something huge. Bullseye spots him and breaks the waist lock on Ravnos allowing him to drop to his knees. He quickly charges at Killjoy and shoves him off of the turnbuckle. The crowd watches on in shock as Killjoy flies through the air and turns, slamming into the barricade chest first. The fans now go nuts as he bounces off of it and collapses onto the mats placing his arms over his chest. Celestra quickly rushes to his side, bending down over him and looking to console him.

Tim: Oh my God, did you see that collision with the barricade!?!

Jerry: Of course I did, hahahahaha.

Ravnos stands up looking incredibly groggy as he turns to face Bullseye who quickly steps towards him in anger. Suddenly Ravnos turns and wraps his arm around the neck of Bullseye before pulling him down to the canvas with the Diamond Cutter. The crowd rises to it's feet in complete shock as Bullseye bounces off of the canvas and rolls onto his back.

Jerry: The Diamond Cutter out of nowhere!

Tim: How did Ravnos just hit that!?!

The crowd continues to watch on in shock as Ravnos crawls onto Bullseye, placing his arm over his chest in a fatigued, almost exhausted state.

Jerry: Will it be enough to put away these tough High Rollers?

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No!!

Curtis grabs the legs of Ravnos and drags him off of his partner, locking in the sharpshooter to an unbelievable reaction from the stunned crowd.

Tim: Curtis has got Ravnos in the sharpshooter again!

Jerry: Unbelievable!!

Ravnos shakes his head, refusing to tap out as sweat drips off of his face and falls to the canvas. Curtis roars as he tightens the hold. The referee finally steps into Curtis's face, demanding he break the hold seeing as he's not the legal man. Curtis shouts obscenities into the face of the official, refusing to break the sharpshooter on Ravnos who tries his best to fight through the horrifying pain being inflicted upon his legs. Finally the referee wraps his arms around Curtis's shoulder, physically pulling him off of Ravnos.

Tim: Darren was finally able to get this rabid Curtis off of Ravnos, but one has to think that the damage has already been inflicted upon his knees.

Ravnos rolls onto his back holding his knees as Curtis shoves the ref into the turnbuckle, shouting furiously into his face. The official steps back into Curtis's face, retaliating with his own slue of words and threatening to disqualify him. Curtis finally begins to step towards his corner with a very disgruntled look on his face. Killjoy finally gets back into his corner bending forward and holding his chest in horrifying pain as Celestra stands beneath him still trying to pump him up. He now leans over the ropes reaching out for a tag as Ravnos sits up continuing to hold his leg before tagging in Killjoy.

Jerry: Oh man, why did Ravnos have to tag this piece of garbage back into the match?

Tim: Why do you hate Killjoy so much?

Jerry: The man ended the careers of both Psycho and Stinger X-2, tell me that doesn't upset you.

Tim: Actually not, I look at it as more of a blessing than anything else.

Killjoy steps into the ring continuing to rub his chest in pain as he steps towards Bullseye who has grabbed the second rope and is bent forward, trying to get back to his feet. Killjoy begins to club the exhausted High Roller over his back repeatedly with hard shots that echo throughout the arena. Bullseye drops back down to his knees from the force of the blow as Killjoy continues to nail him over the shoulder blades in a fury. He quickly grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet before dragging him to the center of the ring and placing him in a front facelock. Bullseye suddenly gets his knee up into the gut of Killjoy, causing him to break the front facelock and bend forward in pain. Bullseye quickly rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and charging back in when Killjoy steps forward and jumps into the air, connecting with the spear right to his mid section. Stealing Bullseye's trademark manuever. The crowd begins to boo as loud as they can as Bullseye flies backwards and hits the canvas brutally, rolling onto his side and wrapping his arms around his waist. Killjoy now rises to his feet before he grabs one of Bullseye's legs and lifts it into the air before dropping down to the canvas and locking in the figure four. The fans rise to their feet booing as loud as they can at the display in the ring. Bullseye pushes himself onto his seat roaring in pain as Killjoy lays across his back with a disturbing expression on his face.

Tim: I can't believe it, Killjoy now has this figure four leg lock applied, this may end it all right here Jerry.

Jerry: Come on Bullseye, fight through the pain. Get up, I beg you!

Killjoy sits up grinning demonicly at Bullseye who continues to yell in horrendous pain. Killjoy now begins to shout at him, demanding he tap out or else. Bullseye however merely raises his hand into the air and flips off Killjoy who becomes infuriated at the sight of this. Bullseye now begins to shout at the top of his lungs as he tries to turn Killjoy who shakes his head in disbelief.

Tim: Bullseye is trying to reverse the figure four, but is it possible!?!

Jerry: We're about to find out!

Bullseye continues to yell as he tries to find the strength to reverse the figure four, beginning to roll onto his side, dragging Killjoy over as he shakes his head shocked. Bullseye finally turns Killjoy onto his stomach, placing him in the figure four to the crowd's disbelief. Killjoy now begins to shout as he pushes himself upwards with his fist. Ravnos stands on the apron shouting at Killjoy to get out of the hold.

Jerry: Bullseye reversed it, he reversed the figure four!

Killjoy finally breaks the hold as both men drop down onto their chest, breathing deeply and trying to keep from passing out from exhaustion. Curtis stands on the apron, shouting for his partner to get to his feet while Cat smacks the apron with both her hands. Bullseye begins to stand up, his legs in severe pain as he rises to his feet, limping somewhat badly. Killjoy grabs the ropes and reaches a standing position slowly. He turns around slowly taking deep breaths as Bullseye spots him now standing. He quickly rushes into the ropes, bouncing off of them and charging at Killjoy who suddenly side steps him. The crowd is in disbelief as Killjoy wraps his arms around Bullseye's neck, applying the sleeper hold.

Jerry: No, no, no!! Bullseye just walked right into a sleeper hold!

Tim: This thing may officially be over. The High Rollers are definetly going to be taken down a peg.

Bullseye begins to flail his arms wildly as Killjoy tries to keep him in the sleeper hold, putting more pressure on it in fact. However Bullseye seems to be refusing going down as he tries to make it to the ropes only to be held in place by Killjoy, who grinds his teeth in anger. Sweat careens down both Bullseye's and Killjoy's faces, both of them starting to fade from the length of this confrontation. Bullseye suddenly steps around to the side of Killjoy and buries his shoulder into his back before lifting him into the air. Killjoy appears shocked as Bullseye hits the back drop suplex, slamming him into the canvas brutally. The impact leaves both men lying on the canvas in a state of absolute exhaustion.

Jerry: Bullseye got out of it Tim! What a match we're seeing here tonight.

Tim: You don't have to tell me that Taylor, this battle has been pretty back and forth.

Ravnos appears upset on the apron, shaking his head at the sight of this exchange. Curtis on the other hand looks desperate for a tag, reaching his hand out for Bullseye who finally begins to show signs of life, rolling over onto his hands and knees, beginning to crawl towards his tag team partner for the evening. He reaches out with the strength left in his body and tags in Curtis to Ravnos' despair.

Tim: Curtis has now been tagged into this contest.

Killjoy reaches his feet when Curtis charges at him and clotheslines him down to the canvas. But Curtis doesn't stop there, he quickly rushes at Ravnos and hits him with both his elbows right to the face. The shot knocks Ravnos off the apron, landing on his feet upon the mats and backing up as he places his hand over his mouth, looking furious. Killjoy rises to his feet slowly, rubbing his throat when Curtis bounces off of the ropes and charges in at him, going for a clothesline. Killjoy bends forward, avoiding the shot and stepping around behind Curtis before wrapping his arms around his waist preparing for the German Suplex.

Tim: Killjoy going for the German!!

Killjoy lifts him into the air when Curtis wraps his legs around Killjoy's waist and rolls forward, pulling Killjoy over into a pin with Curtis sitting on top of his chest and holding the back of his legs.

Jerry: Beautiful counter, will this be it!?!

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Killjoy kicks out at the last second to the despair of the sold out crowd. Curtis staggers into the ropes, leaning on them as Ravnos steps over the ropes and enters the ring looking furious. Curtis charges at him and clotheslines the big man down to the canvas as Killjoy rises to his feet and turns towards him. Curtis buries his shoulder into his gut and lifts him into the air, grabbing him by the back of the legs before dragging him down to the canvas with a brutal spinebuster that shakes the entire ring.

Tim: What a spinebuster!!

Jerry: Hopefully that did some serious damage to Killjoy' spinal column!

Curtis drops down, burying his elbow into the throat of Killjoy as the ref gets onto his knees and begins the count.

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Jerry: Does he have enough to kick out. Kick-out !!!

The fans are shocked as is Curtis who rises onto his knees shaking his head in shock. Cat stands on the outside of the ring demanding he get back up and take on Ravnos who has now risen to his feet. Curtis turns to face him when Ravnos grabs him by the throat to the shock of the crowd.

Jerry: Ravnos could be setting up for the chokeslam!!

Tim: I'd say this would end it.

Ravnos lifts him into the air by the throat when Curtis is able to squirm free and wrap himself around the arm of Ravnos, pulling him down to the canvas with a huge arm breaker across his chest. Ravnos pops back up onto his knees grabbing his arm and roaring in pain as Curtis stands up as quickly as he can. He quickly gives Ravnos a stiff kick to the side of the face, the force of the blow taking him off of his knees and causing him to roll across the canvas before spilling under the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Tim: Curtis is taking it to Killjoy and Ravnos.

Jerry: What a confrontation we've seen here thus far.

Curtis turns around as Killjoy gets to his feet and catches him in what appears to be a tilt a whirl, instead placing Curtis on one of his shoulders.

Tim: Killjoy is going for the emerald fusion!!

Jerry: Oh no!Curtis suddenly slides off of Killjoy's shoulder and lands on his feet behind his back before wrapping his arms around his waist from behind. Killjoy looks shocked as Curtis drops back, hitting a huge German suplex that slams him across the back of his neck and shoulders. Curtis now rolls onto his knees, keeping the waist lock applied.

Jerry: A brutal German suplex by Curtis, this is all out insanity!!

Tim: But Curtis doesn't look like he's through yet!

Curtis stands up dragging Killjoy to his feet as Killjoy begins to shake his arms wildly, trying to get to the ropes. Curtis Jack drops back once more throwing Killjoy half way across the ring with a huge release German suplex. Killjoy slams into the canvas then rolls over onto his knees with a completely surprised expression on his face. He now falls back down to the canvas front first.

Jerry: Curtis Jack is absolutely on a roll here.

Curtis gets to his feet with sweat dripping from his exhausted body as Ravnos pulls himself back onto the apron clutching his arm. Curtis rolls Killjoy onto his back and hooks his leg while the crazed crowd watches on closely.

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Killjoy just gets his shoulder up at the very last second, the crowd letting out an exasperated groan. Curtis gets onto his knees and begins to argue with the referee, saying it was a three count as he rises to his feet slowly. He quickly waves for Bullseye to enter the ring who relunctantly steps over the ropes to assist his tag team partner.

Tim: The High Rollers about to utilize a 2 on 1 scenario. The damn cheaters.

Curtis grabs Killjoy by the hair and pulls the seriously fatigued hardcore icon to his feet as he and Bullseye back him into the ropes and grab him by both of his wrist. They quickly whip him across the ring before stepping to the center of the ring and bending forward, waiting for him to come back in. Killjoy rushes into the ropes and bounces off of them, sending his tired body back in the direction of the waiting High Rollers. They both catch him against their shoulders and lift him into the air for a double spinebuster when Killjoy wraps his arms around their necks and drops back, delivering a stereo DDT to the complete and utter shock of the crowd.

Tim: What a counter!!

Bullseye and Curtis roll onto their backs as Killjoy slowly crawls on top of the legal man, hooking his leg with not much energy remaining in his body.

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No!!

Curtis gets his shoulder up with mere seconds to spare as Killjoy rises onto his knees running his hands through his hair with a shocked look on his face, almost unable to accept what is happening.

Jerry: Curtis just got his shoulder up in the nick of time. What a match this has been.

Killjoy begins to crawl towards Ravnos who looks eager to enter the match and get his hands on the High Rollers. Bullseye and Curtis both rise to their knees with sweat dripping from their fatigued and battered bodies. Killjoy tags in Ravnos who steps over the ropes with sweat dripping from his massive body. He quickly steps towards them when they stand up, both men burying their shoulders into his midsection without warning before they hit the double spinebuster to the surprise of everyone in the arena.

Tim: Oh my God, Ravnos just stepped right into that one!

Jerry: I can't believe it!Ravnos looks to be out of it as Curtis crawls onto him, hooking his leg with the little strength he has left.

Jerry: This could be all she wrote ladies and gentlemen.

The ref drops down to the canvas and begins the three count as the fans watch on anxiously, Bullseye dropping to the mats on the outside of the ring.

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Kick-Out

Jerry: How in the world did Ravnos just kick out of that!?!

Curtis sits up with a look of complete and utter shock draped over his face, almost refusing to believe what just happened. Ravnos rolls onto his side just as wore out as Curtis.

Tim: How much longer can this match possibly go?

Jerry: I can't imagine it can continue on like this, these guys have hit each other with everything thus far.

Curtis has had enough as he rises to his feet and steps over the legs of Ravnos, pulling them up into the air, preparing to apply the sharpshooter. Ravnos buries his feet against the stomach of Curtis and shoves him backwards across the ring. He flips backwards, slamming into the canvas across the back of his head and then rises to his feet and then charges at Ravnos who rises to his feet and kicks him to the gut. He quickly grabs him by both sides of his head and buries his head in between his legs. He now wraps his arms around his waist and lifts him into the air onto his shoulders, allowing him to slide over his back as he grabs him by the arms, placing him in a crucifix position.

Jerry: Ravnos is setting up for the Rest In Pain!

Tim: It's finally going to be over!

Ravnos lifts him into the air and then slams him down to the canvas with the sitdown powerbomb. Curtis' entire body folds up as Ravnos rises to his feet, flexing his muscles and unleashing a roar as he turns towards the enemy corner. Bullseye suddenly rushes out of the corner and connects with a devestating spear right to the midsection of Ravnos, nearly flipping him inside out. The fans are going nuts as Ravnos rolls onto his side holding his gut. Bullseye rises to his feet when Killjoy steps in front of him and lifts him into the air across his chest, he now swings him out and around into a rock bottom.

Tim: The Reality! It's over, good god it has to be!

Jerry: No!

Killjoy rises to his feet when suddenly a figure slides into the ring, dressed in a hood and jacket, his face hidden from view. He quickly rushes up behind Killjoy holding a steel chair in hand. The crowd is shocked as he smacks it over the spine of Killjoy knocking him down to the canvas.

Jerry: What the hell! Who is that!?!

Tim: I don't have a clue!

Killjoy crashes onto the canvas, grabbing his spine as the figure continues to stand over him. The referee has no choice but to turn and call for the bell, ending this back and forth contest in a disqualification. Curtis Jack slowly rises to his feet now, turning around and walking straight into a chair shot across the cranium by the hooded figure. The fans are still stunned as Ravnos rises to his feet slowly, holding his ribs. Psycho quickly lifts the chair into the air and slams it across his spine. Ravnos falls to the canvas, flopping up and down and holding his back as the hooded figure sets his sights back upon Killjoy. The LivEvil member is gripping his back as the figure moves to his side and places his arm inside of the chair before approaching the turnbuckle.

Jerry: What the hell is going on, who is this!?!

Tim: I don't know, but I'm absolutely shocked by what I'm seeing! I can't believe this match has ended in a disqualification!

Killjoy lies on the canvas in obvious pain as the figure steps onto the second rope, turning towards his downed victim. He quickly flies off the turnbuckle now and drops foot first onto the step, causing it to crush the arm of Killjoy. He rolls onto his back shouting in pain as he wraps himself around his arm, cradling it in severe pain.

Tim: Dear God, that was sickening!

Jerry: What goes around, comes around I suppose.

The hooded figure steps over Killjoy staring down at him intently as he shouts in pain, gripping his arm. He finally reaches up and removes his hood, pulling it away from his face and in the process, revealing himself as Psycho. The entire arena goes crazy at the sight of the former Livewire champion who gives Killjoy a long hard stare, looking incredibly sadistic and deranged as his lips quiver.

Jerry: It's Psycho!! Psycho is back!! I cannot believe this!

Tim: You and me both!


Backstage

(The scene opens in the office of Sheryl Marie Gray and the fans let out a ripping roar as she is watched from the ringside area, she ties her hair back and quickly opens a mirror in her other hand, she seems to be making herself look good. Suddenly a knock at the door comes and the fans cheers turn into a sea of mixed emotion as Michael Synclaire and Too Magnificent walk in.)

Synclaire:
Trying to look good for us, you shouldn’t have!

(Sheryl smiles.)

Sheryl:
What can I do for you guys?

Synclaire:
Well…With our tag titles on there way home at bloody massacre and our victims decided later tonight during the tag title match, I wondered if you could make a little stipulation for our match at the pay per view.

Sheryl:
Being…

Magnificent:
Hardcore! I want it Hardcore!

Sheryl:
But Mag, what if Angyl wins…Would you be willing to put her through a table?

(Synclaire goes quiet, as if hoping Sheryl hadn’t seen the recent events with Too Mag’s obsession around Angyl. But she had, Mag knew this meant trouble and just remained quiet as Sheryl leant back in her chair her fingers locked together.)

Sheryl:
Too Mag…I am not going to make it a Hardcore match at the Pay Per View. No…I am going to make it a different kind of match, something we need to see a bit more off…Something…Title worthy. Mag, Synclaire…At Bloody Massacre the tag title match becomes a TLC match. Oh and Mag…

(Too Magnificent looks up at Sheryl.)

Sheryl:
Next week, we are going to your hometown…I want to see you snap out of this Angyl obsession of yours the bitch isn’t worth it and at the pay per view she could well be your enemy. I want you to get a grip go out there and beat G-Nation, then prepare to make your big entrance….Home!

(The fans go wild as Magnificent smiles at the thought of going home again, he slaps Synclaire on the shoulder and charges out of the room to get ready for his match, Synclaire just stares back at Sheryl.)

Synclaire:
I haven’t seen him that excited about anything but Angyl in weeks…Hopefully we can keep it that way.

Sheryl:
Hopefully Michael, hopefully…

Synclaire:
What’s with the makeup anyway?

Sheryl:
None of your business.

(Sheryl smiles at him receiving a smile back from Synclaire. He turns and leaves the room as the scene fades out.)


Back In the arena

Jerry Walters:
A huge announcement by Mrs. Gray making the Tag title match at Bloody Massacre a TLC match, but before we go any further, during the events backstage, we had some haunting events out here.

Tim May:
You ain’t kidding!

Jerry Walters:
Take a look ladies and gentleman…


Moments ago…

The lights out, fans lighters begin to flicker and light. A haze of red then purple then the sound of lightning crashing. Finally, the all too familiar sound of children laughing as it distorts into a monster's laugh. Long Hard Road Out of Hell by Marilyn Manson and the Sneaker Pimps plays over the speakers. Out steps the Mission holding torches, then Tristan in a ripped and dirty tuxedo, as if his body unearthed steps out, on his arm a woman in a black wedding dress, also full of dirt as if being unearthed. Now we see them without their tag titles, an unfamiliar scene. Tristan and the woman stand on the ramp, not acknowledging the Coven chants. They let the chant die, silence. Dharma of the Mission, hands her headless doll to Phoenix and walks to the woman in the black wedding dress. Dharma lifts the veil to reveal Serenity, the fans not knowing what to do, where they've been, what side they're on now. A reassuring smirk passes over Serenity's ruby lips and the crowd chants again. Flashes of the Coven's symbol behind them, it flashes from Demento to the symbol, and back and forth. A microphone is handed to Tristan.

Tristan:
As you can see we are infact back in the ULW federation. What you might not know, is that after a house show match, Serenity and I were attacked, buried and left for dead. It seems that they want to bury what's already-

Tristan smiles.

Tristan:
Well, you know. This attack was quite possibly the greatest and smartest plan to date. Look, no titles, isn't it interesting to those who now hold them. It's done the job for the time being, but those sins will be remembered. Those sins will be matched with unbridled pain, uncaged suffering, and maybe even the ultimate sacrifice.

Tristan hands the mic to Serenity.

Serenity:
In the time that we've been apart from ULW, we've since signed a new contract to indeed stay with the company. Should we have left, it would say that those who opposed us went through victory without retribution. If you know the Coven, then you know we can not allow that. There is a man named Chapel, he's called us out in the past. Phantom answered and answered with heavy hands. Chapel, you said that you would see us in hell. It seems that the Coven, has brought hell to you.

The Mission girls drop the torches on specific areas, the fire lighting the Coven symbol onto the ramp. The camera shows from the atop angle on to the video tron. The Coven leave through the flames.


Back In the arena

Jerry Walters:
It is official ladies and gentleman, the Coven are back and it seems a team of legendary proportions thought dead and buried are back bigger and better then ever.

Tim May:
I’d hate to be Chapel right now!

Jerry Walter:
You say that, but isn’t this what Chapel wants? To have the Coven back?

Tim May:
Well, yeah, I guess so, but still, he can’t expect to beat all of them.

Jerry Walters:
Maybe he doesn’t have to!


Chapel Vs Jack Winter

(The arena grows dark as fire ignites in front of the entryway. "Sun Doesn't Rise" by Mushroom-Head blares over the sound system and Chapel's highlight reel begins to play as Chapel emerges alone, he stands at the top of the ramp his trench-coat laid out behind him along the steel rampway. He begins walking to the ring and when reaching the apron slowly crawls up the side of the squared circle and through the ropes before taking his coat off and in a mad state just stares at the curtain area.)

Jerry Walters:
Chapel looks in a psychotic state of mind out here ladies and gentleman and you have to believe Jack Winters is in for the ride of his life here tonight!

Tim May:
After last week, if I was Jack, I wouldn’t even turn up!

Jerry Walters:
That doesn’t surprise me…

(Lights dim, then change from red to white and back to red as "The End of Heartache" by Killswitch Engage plays the fans love for this merciless Chapel leave the reaction for Jack somewhat mixed, but nonetheless he takes it in and without his sister by his side for once anything can happen. He stares at Chapel in the ring and then walks down the ramp as prepared as he can be, he rolls under the ropes and just stares focused on Chapel who does not look away from him.)

Jerry Walter:
Wow! The feel to win here is amazing, the two of these men are so determined, so focused. I think it will be a matter of first mistake loses in this match.

Tim May:
I think it’s more a case of beat Chapel before he goes Psycho!

Jerry Walters:
Maybe that to, but to be honest, I don’t think his temperament changes, the woman he loves is missing, thought dead, I don’t think he is right in the head at any point…

(The bell sounds and the two men circle each other in the ring before locking up, Winters quickly takes the upper hand locking Chapel in a headlock but Chapel is furious already and slams a short arm punch into the spine of Winters and another and another, he runs Winters against the ropes and breaks the hold causing Jack to sprint across the ring, he bounces back toward Chapel but walks right into a huge clothesline by the High Roller, Chapel quickly grabs him and lifts him back to his feet and throws him hard into the corner before hitting a stinging knifehand chop and another one. He goes for a right hand but Winters blocks it and throws Chapel in the corner instead hitting a series of fast right hands before booting him hard in the stomach. He grabs Chapels arm and throws him across the ring into the opposite corner before running across and hitting a slamming clothesline. Chapel is dazed and Winters uses this to his advantage pulling Chapel from the corner and lifting him for a perfectly executed suplex into the middle of the ring before locking in a rear chin lock to slow the pace of the match down.)

Jerry Walters:
Winters has Chapel in a good position here. He is being very tactical about the way he is fighting this, wearing Chapel down and not trying to go toe to toe with him.

Tim May:
No Jerry, the smart route would be to just knock Chapel down, climb out of that ring and run for the hills!

Jerry Walters:
Winters is a much more respectable fighter then that and I doubt you will see him do that against anyone!

(Chapel manages to roll his body onto one knee causing Winters to change his hold into a sleeper hold that again seems to daze Chapel for a split second, but Chapel suddenly slams an elbow into the chest of Jack and another but suddenly Winters drops him for a modified reverse DDT stopping any momentum from his opponent! He gets back to his knees and grabs Chapel again this time though by the legs and slowly begins trying to turn him over, but Chapel adjusts his body stopping himself from rolling onto his front, Winters just opens his legs wide and drops an elbow into Chapels lower stomach winding the Hardcore and TV Champion. He gets back up and walks to the head of Chapel before laying above him and wrapping his legs around the chin and neck of the former Holy War founder. The fans are still in a mixed reaction to Winters who locks the hold in harder. Chapel refuses to give up but instead rolls onto his belly then climbs to his knees. In desperation Winters locks the hold in harder but Chapel manages to stand up and grabs Jack by he stomach before using all his strength to lift the 6ft 2” athlete and then dropping him into a sit down face buster!)

Jerry Walters:
Its been good offence by Winters thus far, but Chapel just hit a good counter and this could be the turning point of the match Tim!

Tim May:
Jack just got dropped and the fans know what we know Jerry. Chapel is about to go crazy!

Jerry Walters:
The atmosphere here has suddenly got a lot more…Lively!

(Chapel and Winters are both on there fronts as the referee begins to call the count. The fans are going crazy as they chant “We want Chapel” at the top of there voices, the two men slowly get back to there feet and Winters is the first to break the count, using the top rope to pull himself up, he turns to see Chapel on all fours across the ring from him and charges across at him but Chapel suddenly leaps to his feet and raises his boot taking Winters by surprise and knocking him to the mat, Jack quickly gets back up in a daze and turns right into a furious spinebuster by Chapel who springs back to his vertical and shouts out to the fans who go nuts!!! He grabs Winters and suddenly runs at the turnbuckle throwing him viciously shoulder first through the top and middle turnbuckle and right into the steel ringpost! Jack pulls himself out in agony, he turns to face Chapel who grabs him for a slam but he counters and falls behind Chapel before locking in the Winter night(Million dollar sleeper.)!!!! Chapel is throwing his arms out in desperation to get out it but he can’t seem to, the fans are going crazy for Chapel to get out of it.)

Jerry Walters:
Winters could do this? He could come out and win this Tim!

Tim May:
What a way to do it! If you don’t wanna be destroyed why not sooth Chapel with a nice snooze instead!

Jerry Walters:
That looks like Jack’s plan!

(Jack locks the move in more trying all he can to get this done quickly, the referee grabs the arm of a now limp Chapel and raises it once, nothing. He raises it a second time, nothing, a third time, noth- NOOOO! Chapel awakens and screams at the top of his voice before dropping himself to his ass hitting Winters with a big time jaw breaker that knocks him stumbling backwards. Chapel gets back to his feet and screams in fury at Winters who charges back at him but right into the boot of Chapel who sets him up and calls for the Crucifix!!!! He lifts Jack onto his shoulders….HE HIT IT! HE HIT IT! Winters is out cold on the mat as Chapel rolls over him and sluggishly hooks the leg,
1…
2…
3…
Its over!)

Jerry Walters:
It’s over! Jack Winters just fell victim to the Crucifix, but this match was within a whisper of going Winters way.

Tim May:
What we have to worry about now, is what will Chapel do with the body of Jack Winters now?

Jerry Walters:
I am sure we will find ou-

(Suddenly the lights in the arena go out and the sound of a distant whispering can be heard…Suddenly a loud explosion bursts from the speakers and the pitch black arena is once more watching the scenes of the car explosion a few weeks ago. “DEMONA NOOO!” Is heard over the speakers followed by Phantom’s haunting voice from 2 weeks back when he spoke of the Coven “There watching you Chapel, I can smell them, they are watching your every move!” With that a bolt of lightning hits the stage area and the mellow note of a dark choir humming a soothing but evil tone takes the attention of the audience. The lights return and the screams and boos feel the arena as Tristan stands directly behind Chapel, his eyes a glowing red and his face a ghostly white. He is no longer in his dirty clothes, but in a long black leather coat and a newly designed attack attire of black fabric. Chapel looks up the ramp to see an evil Serenity also staring at him with blood red eyes, her dark hair covering her face slightly. Chapel quickly realizes Tristan is missing but before he can turn he feels someone pull him into a reverse front head lock – Tristan! The Coven member just smiles at his Serenity and drops Chapel for the Death Rattle (Modified reverse DDT).)

Jerry Walters:
OH MY! The Death Rattle by Tristan and the coven are back! There back damn it!

Tim May:
See Jerry! Chapel can’t take them all on.

Jerry Walters:
Oh no, Jack, Jack Winters has no idea Tristan is in the ring, he is getting to his feet and has no idea what’s happening!

(Winters gets to his feet still in a daze but has no idea Tristan is behind him, the Coven member just gives Serenity a pendulum thumb signal, she smiles and after a second to drops the thumb down signaling for Tristan to attack Jack Winters as well, he grabs him and hits ‘The Last Fix’ (Snap Reverse DDT)!!! The fans are booing loudly now as ‘Long Road out of hell’ By Marilyn Manson and the Sneaker pimps play’s over the sound system again. Tristan just smiles evilly over the body of Chapel before taking a black rose from the back of his attire and placing it over the fallen Hardcore champion as the scene cuts backstage.)


Backstage

(After seeing the events in the ring Jill Winters is seen trying to fight her way past security but the officials are having none of it. Suddenly Stevie James jumps in front of her.)

Stevie:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jill, calm down…I mean it calm down…

(Realizing she is going nowhere, she stops fighting and sits back angrily on a table beside her, Security continue to stand around her but directly ahead of her the GM of FUF stands.)

Stevie:
There are trainers out there dealing with Chapel and Jack now, they are going to go straight to the doctors in hospital, but the reports show there is no real damage. So keep calm, Jack is ok.

Jill:
I’m sorry…Just he is my brother and he never asked for that damn it!

Stevie:
I know, believe me I do. The Coven are not the nicest guys in the park that’s for sure. But I am not going to let this go un-served Jill…

Jill:
How do you mean?

Stevie:
How’s this…Next week, Jack and Jill Winters Vs The Coven Serenity and Tristan!

(Jill smiles at Stevie who just waits for her reply, she stands up calmly and looks at Stevie for a second before softly putting her hand on his chest.)

Jill:
Stevie…I just might grow to like you…

Stevie:
We can all hope so Miss Winters.

(She smiles and gives him one last cheeky glance before heading toward the medical personal area of the arena, Stevie just smiles before the scene cuts to elsewhere backstage.)


Also Backstage

(The scene opens in the office of Sheryl once more, this time she is seen applying some blusher to her face before once more closing her mirror, suddenly a knock at the door comes and standing before her is her very own brother – Conrad Gray. The Boy Spectacular is smiling at the doors entrance and is looking very smug with himself, Sheryl just ignores him and signs a contract while he sits down across from her and waits for her to look at him again, she does.)

Conrad:
Hello sis…

Sheryl:
Nice to see you again Conrad, how are you?

Conrad:
As good as can be expected after what that monster AWOL put me through…

Sheryl:
Yes… I remember. So what brings you to me?

Conrad:
In fact a lot brings me here, namely Bloody Massacre…

Sheryl:
Go on…

Conrad:
The 5 Hall of Famers, who are they?

(Sheryl smiles at Conrad’s interests but then looks back down at her paperwork.)

Sheryl:
Nobody you should care about and nobody I would care to tell you about!

Conrad:
So be it…

Sheryl:
I see Kevin didn’t perform. Just like I warned you he wouldn’t!

(Conrad gritted his teeth, he hated being wrong and to his sister made it worse.)

Conrad:
Well let me get to the point, after AWOL left me raped of everything I had, I have officially decided to do the same to him…

(Sheryl looks at Conrad in amazement.)

Sheryl:
You haven’t?

Conrad:
AWOL will fight me in a coma and I will embarrass him, take his dignity and make him look like half the man he was before finally pinning him and getting my revenge. I knew you wouldn’t sanction it, so I took the liberty instead.

Sheryl:
Do you know how hard me and Lethal fought for you, it cost my husband his career near enough! It nearly cost me this company and now, NOW, you are going to make this into something that could blow up right in your face! Fucking genius aren’t you!

Conrad:
I knew you wouldn’t approve but the match is booked and personally Sheryl I don’t care about you and YOUR ULW and I certainly don’t care about Lethal Weapon and his over lived career!

(suddenly the camera pans up and the fans go absolutely nuts as a suit and tie dressed Lethal Weapon stands over Conrad Gray. The boy spectacular just looks up and gulps hard before turning to face Lethal and nervously sidestepping away and out of the door. Weapon just shakes his head in disgust then shares a hug with his wife.)

Sheryl:
Welcome back my man.

Weapon:
….Yeah…Good to be back.

(Weapon smiles again as the two share a kiss and the scene fades to black.)


Back In the arena

Jerry Walters:
What a match booked for next week Tim, The Winters Vs The Coven!

Tim May:
But what the hell was that with Stevie and Jill?

Jerry Walters:
He is the ‘Heartbreaker’ Tim!?!

Tim May:
Jill should come for a real man like me!

Jerry Walters:
When did you become one of them?


Stevie James Vs Phantom

The show comes back live to the inside of the arena as Ill Nino's "This Times For Real" explodes over the PA system, it's explicit yet edited lyrics raining down upon the arena. Before the crowd even has the time to respond with negative lanugage none other than Jason Seagreen is wheeled from the backstage area by the 500lb Ingo Shesaki. The blobbish Ingo wears a dark suit with a red undershirt on beneath and a pear of black shades over his eyes as he wheels the frustrated Jason Seagreen from the backstage area. Jason still has a neck brace on and a cain held in his hand as he moved down the rampway quickly, as if they are in some kind of great hurry. It is now noticable that a breifcase seems to be hanging from the hand of Ingo Shesaki, possibly full of the bounty money now placed on the head of the Blood King.

Tim: Well look at this Jerry, none other than Jason Seagreen is joining us, being wheeled by the massive Ingo Shesaki.

Jerry: Yeah, this is exactly what I wanted to see tonight, more Network propaganda. Why can't Seagreen just stay at home for now on, he's had his ass kicked so many times it's just unbelievable.

Jason looks back, shouting at Ingo Shesaki as the large Asian bodygaurd begins to push him up a special handicap ramp, built into the side of the ring just for this occassion. The ropes have been removed in order to provide easy access for Seagreen as the wheel chair is stopped in the center of the ring, Shesaki stepping to the side of Jason who noticably grips a microphone in his hand. The crowd is on it's feet chanting ass hole as Seagreen shakes his head, obviously annjoyed. Finally he begins to speak into the microphone in a very angry fashion.

Seagreen: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm out here before you all tonight for a majority of reasons, and believe it or not, only more than half of it involves the Network.

The crowd is obviously disgusted as Seagreen turns his head back and forth, acting as if he suddenly gets an ache in the back of it. He begins to rub it feverishly before beginning again.

Seagreen: You people are as disrespectful as Sheryl Gray. But I'll get to her in a few moments. Right now I want to talk about the reward I offered for anyone to bring me information about the identity of none other than the Blood King. A $500,000 dollars reward. So far the ULW has been keeping tight liped, nobody seems to know the identity of the man who viciously assaulted me, the man who nearly beat me to death close to 3 weeks ago. He humiliated me, he embarrassed me!! On top of that, he went as far as to injure a proud Network supporter. Along with a certain Desolation, but as always, I don't see the man as much of a threat when he bites other men on the posterior for the amusement of you dimwitted fans. Go back to watching the Blue Collar Comedy Tour you freaks, stay in your trailor parks for the good of all that is holy. Anyway, as I was saying, I've brought this money out tonight, to give all those watching around the world, the ability to set their sights upon it. All I need is the information, all I require is the one clue that shall provide me with the identity of the Blood King.

Jerry: Seagreen seems to be pretty animate about finding out the Blood King's true identity.

Tim: Jerry, clean that crap out from between your ears. Didn't you hear any of what Seagreen said? The Blood King embarassed him, he beat him within an inch of his life, and on top of that, he put Sean Johnson out of action.

The crowd continue to chant asshole as loud as they can as Seagreen takes a deep breath and continues, lifting the microphone to his lips once again.

Seagreen: Now it's time to address none other than the so called boss around here, Sheryl Gray, known in some circles as the Super Bitch! I have a few things I'd like to say to he....

Suddenly the fans go wild and stand to there feet, as ‘Come with me’ by Puff Daddy hits the speakers, The name Sheryl Marie Gray flashes on the big screen, suddenly from behind the curtains the ULW President in only her second week back steps out to a huge eruption from the fans. The once hated SMG has seemingly got all the support now as she stands at the top of the ramp her arms extended out. Sparks fall from the top of the stage to the steel rampway behind her. The chorus stops and Sheryl refocuses on the ring, she heads down the ramp and around to the steel steps, she climbs them and quickly enters the ring. The fans are still cheering her as she takes a microphone and prepares to talk. She bends forward so as to speak to the astonished and frustrated Seagreen who bangs the bottonm of his cane upon the canvas. Sheryl only smirks at this sight, she seemingly even has no fear of Shesaki until the 500 pounder begins to step towards her. Seagreen puts his hand up though, holding him back.

Jerry: Thank God, it's Sheryl Marie Gray, I love seeing her back every week, especially in cases when she gets to take it to Seagreen and the Network.

Tim: Oh I bet you thought it was funny to when Sheryl booked Seagreen against Stevie at Bloody Massacre.

Jerry: Actually I laughed my ass off.

Sheryl continues to give Jason an arrogant stare.

Sheryl: So Seagreen, you want to come out here and talk about me, well then why don't you do it to my face?

The fans explode into cheers as Seagreen begins to nod his head, his face becoming a dark shade of red.

Seagreen: All right, all right, fine! I have no fear of telling you to your face just what I think of your return. You fail to realize Sheryl, that the Network has been running this show for the last two months. We've been the guys putting things into motion, we've been the ones controlling your superstars, deciding their faits. Why, because you disapeared, you walked out to take care of your little husband! But now you come back and throw everything out of motion, you ruin the Network's grand plans for the ULW. You came here and acting like you were just going to be able to retake control of this show, that the Network are just pawns in your little game. Well, we're not Sheryl! The Network owns just as much stock in this show as you do sweetheart. If you forget, we're your equals, actually, we can weild our power, a lot more effectively than you. How could you just come back and book a man who was viciously beaten and bound to a wheelchair, into a match against a guy like Stevie James? I'm in no condition to compete, in fact I can barely walk on my own, I was powerbombed through a freaking wall!?! Have you ever had that happen to you Sheryl? No! But the fact of the matter is, what it all boilds down to, is the fact that the Network, is just as powerful as you are.

Sheryl takes a step in reverse, only smiling as she hears the anger in his voice. She begins to pace back and forth, a fire building in her eyes, which she set back on the intense Seagreen.

Sheryl: Jason, it's so sad how misguided you are. The fact of the matter is, the Network wasn't running things. Sure you may have put in the time and the work to keep this place going, but at the same time you were killing it! You held people down, you put people out, and you tried to stomp out my legacy here in the ULW. The fact of the matter is, every week you came out here, you spit in the face of ULW tradition, you spit in the face of all the superstars in the back, and you spit in the faces of the fans. If I hadn't come back here, then things would be completely out of control. Who knows if there would have been anything left of this company had I stayed away any longer. I saved this company, my return has set forth a tidal wave of epic porportions, washing away the filth that the Network has created in my federation.

Seagreen: Why don't you cut with the glory, glory, halluelah crap! This is not your time, this is not the restart of any Golden Age. The Network is still as strong as it's always been, and mark my words, we're going to be the ones who put you out of power once and for all!

Seagreen's upper lip quivers as he speaks, Sheryl giving him a long hard stare before busting out another grin.

Sheryl: You know what Jason, you can go on believing in your delusional little fantasies. But I beg to differ, in fact I think there's someone else who strongly opposes your beliefs. And since you made reference to your match against Stevie at Bloody Massacre, I got the thought in my head, why wait all the way until then. Let's have that match right now!

The crowd goes absolutely insane as Seagreen looks back and forth, appearing terrified before he runs his hands through his hair. Stevie Jame's entrance music now decends over the arena, the fans unleashing even more of a reaction.

Jerry: Yes, yes!! We get to see it right here tonight! Seagreen is going to get his ass kicked right here live tonight!

Tim: This isn't fair!!

Sheryl slides out of the ring as Shesaki steps in front of Seagreen, clinching his fist. From the backstage area now strides Stevie James, dressed in a gray suit and looking back and forth at the fans with his arms stretched out to his sides. He slaps many of their hands before resting his sights upon a terrified Seagreen in the ring. Shesaki is still standing in front of him, ready for a fight. Stevie now points his finger straight at Seagreen, looking ever intense. He finally turns and rushes at the ring, getting a head of steam as he charges forward.

Jerry: Stevie James doesn't even look like he's afraid of Shesaki, he really wants to get his hands on Seagreen.

Stevie slides under the ropes as Shesaki steps towards him. He blocks his arm and begins to throw right hands into the side of Ingo's face, knocking him backwards to the center of the ring. He now rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and charging at Ingo who catches him across his chest. Stevie seems shocked as he's lifted onto Shesaki's shoulder for a runnign powerslam. Seagreen sits back with a huge grin on his face, clapping his hands together. The fans suddenly go mad as Stevie slides off the shoulder of Ingo Shesaki, landing on his feet behind his back. Shesaki steps forward, appearing shocked as he turns around and walks right into a devestating superkick by Stevie James. The sound of the impact echoes throughout the arena as Ingo collapses onto his back, completely taken out by the brutal kick. Stevie continues to bounce on one foot, playing to the crazed fans before he turns towards Seagreen. Jason's eyes grow wide as he pushes himself back in his wheel chair. He immediately raises his hands into the air, clasping them together and begging Stevie not to harm him. James doesn't seem to be listening as he shakes his finger into the air and begins to shake it back and forth with a devious grin on his face. Seagreen's face grows with fear as Stevie steps towards him and grabs him by the collar of the jacket, pulling him up and out of the wheel chair. Jason continues to plead for mercy as Stevie James just grins and shakes his head. Suddenly he's clocked in the back of the head with one of the tag team title belts. The crowd explodes with a flurry of boos as Stevie collapses onto the canvas, Hurse and Jon Rich standing over him. They immediately begin to lay into Stevie with boots.

Tim: Hurse and Jon Rich have come to the rescue!

Jerry: Damnit, Stevie was just about to pound Seagreen into a bloody pulp! This is horrible though, I definetly did not want to see Hurse here tonight after what he did to Daemon Frost last week.

Seagreen falls back into his chair, holding his hand over his chest while Hurse and Jon Rich continue to stomp Stevie feverishly, the tag team title belts hanging from their hands. Stevie squirms under the blows from his opponents when a huge wave of cheers emanate from the sold out crowd, running from the back is none other than Vivian. She slides into the ring under the ropes and rises to her feet with a quick burst of speed.

Jerry: It's Vivian, she's got to be out here to get her hands on Hurse, the man many believe put AWOL out of action!

Tim: This is unjustified! Somebody get Vivian out of the ring, and stop this witch hunt against Hurse!

Vivian immediately steps up to Hurse, beginning to lay into him with hard right hands, knocking him backwards into the turnbuckle. Jon Rich suddenly rushes up behind her, cracking the tag team title belt into the back of her head in the same fashion they did with Stevie James mere seconds ago. Vivian crashes down to the canvas, grabbing the back of her head as Jon Rich begins to stomp her viciously. Hurse grabs her around the chin and pulls her up onto her knees, launching right hands into her face. That's when an even greater reaction pours out over the arena, none other than Daemon Frost rushing from the backstage area and down the ramp, a baseball bat wrapped in barbwire, held in his right hand.

Tim: It's Daemon Frost! And he's got a foreign weapon! Why am I not surprised?

Jerry: He too is coming out here for revenge!

Daemon slides under the ropes to the inside of the ring, lifting the baseball into the air, ready to swing as Jon Rich and Hurse turn to face him. They quickly dives through the ropes to the outside of the ring, landing on the mats as Frost goes through the ropes, in hot pursuit. Vivian even awakes now, holding the back of her head yet rolling under the ropes to the mats. She too goes after the tag team champions. Hurse and Jon Rich dive over the barricade, shoving the fans out of their ways as they rush through the sea of humanity. Damoen Frost is right on their heels with the baseball bat laced with barbwire. Behind him is Vivian looking furious. Seagreen looks back and forth, appearing absolutely shocked by what just transpired as Ingo Shesaki crawls towards the ropes, leaning upon them and trying to shake off the effects of the vicious superkick from Stevie James who is slowly getting to his feet. His back aimed to Seagreen who looks around in a state of fright, as if searching for any of his Network allies.

Tim: Noo! Seagreen is all alone!

Jerry: This isn't good at all! Poor Seagreen! God I love mocking your steroptypical reactions Tim.

Stevie rises all the way to his feet, gripping the back of his noggin and shaking his head in the process. Suddenly Seagreen steps up behind him, cmacking his cane into the back of Stevie. The fans respond with a wave of boos and shocks as Seagreen pants both of his feet on the canvas, standing completely upright and showing no signs of pain.

Jerry: Wait a minute! Wait one damn minute! Seagreen just stood up!

Tim: He's been faking these injuries, this is great!

Jerry: I don't think he's been faking, I just think he's been exagerating this entire time.

Stevie has crashed into the canvas, looking unconcious after the devestating shot from the cane. Somehow his eyes flutter open as he begins to push himself up slowly. Seagreen clutches the cane and steps to his side before lifting it into the air and slamming it into his spine. Stevie drops to the canvas, flopping up and down in pain as Seagreen buries the handle of his cane into his juggular, pressing down on the bottom of it with all of his weight. He shouts furiously into the face of Stevie who's legs kick sporadically. You can see the blood rushing to his face as he begins to pass out from the lack of air, coughing repeatedly. Seagreen finally takes the cane away from his throat and lifts it into the air, slamming it against the ribs of Stevie who flops onto his sight. His arms begin cradling his midsection as Seagreen takes a few steps in reverse. He has a devious grin upon his face as he saunters back and forth, examining the pain ridden Stevie James who continues rolling back and forth gripping his ribs. Seagreen now steps towards a microphone resting on the canvas, the fans finally getting over their surprise by booing at Jason. Seagreen grabs the microphone off the canvas, walking towards Stevie who seems to be in touch much pain to put up that great of a fight.

Seagreen: Stevie my friend. I hope you feel that, I hope you feel every one of those shots from my cane. But more importantly, I hope you feel the shock of not only what I just pulled off here, but of my next announcement. Because as of right now, the match between you and Phantom, officially begins, ring the bell!

Jerry: What!?!

Tim: Yes! Yes!!!

An eery fog begins to roll in over the stage and ramp, becoming a light shade of blue as Phantom steps through the curtains, a white hood and cloak covering his massive frame. His arms are extended out to his sides as he comes to a stop amongst the fog which nearly covers his entire body. The crowd is booing as loud as they can, Phantom making his way down the ramp through the shadowy gleam. Stevie rolls onto his knees with the side of his head pressed to the canvas, feeling agonizing pain. Seagreen hops down on the outside of the ring while Ingo rolls under the ropes, still holding his jaw. Phantom now strides up the steps at a brutally slow pace, staring at Stevie in a demonic state who is still rolling back and forth holding his stomach.


Commercial

Back In the Arena

The show comes back live with Stevie James being gorrilla pressed above the head of Phantom. The crowd is standing and booing as loud as they can as Phantom marches around the ring still holding him up. He suddenly drops down to one knee, throwing Stevie forward ribs first into his other one. Stevie begins to shout in horendous pain as he bounces off the knee and rolls across the canvas, gripping his stomach in tremendous pain. Seagreen stands at the ringside area with a smirk on his face.

Jerry: Ladies and gentlemen, if your just joining us, Jason Seagreen has bambozooled all of us, as well as Stevie James, leading to this one on one match up.

Tim: This is great, Stevie stands no chance against Phantom.

Jerry: This isn't right at all. Stevie James was just viciously assaulted with that cane by Seagreen, and now he has to compete against somebody like Phantom.

Phantom steps towards Stevie, reaching down and grabbing him by the hair. He pulls him to his feet and grabs him by the wrist before pulling him into a hard lariat across the throat. Stevie James slams down to the canvas across his back, gripping his throat in a great deal of pain. Phantom continues to grip his wrist however, pulling him to his feet and now dragging him in for another short arm clothesline. Stevie is able to get free though, ducking under the arm and rushing across the ring. He bounces off the ropes and then charges back in when Phantom spins around and catches him, turning in mid air and then slamming him down to the canvas with a vicious powerslam. Stevie rolls onto his gut, holding his spine in tremendous pain. Every inch of his body seems to be aching as Phantom rises to his feet and extends his leg outwards, dropping it across the back of Stevie's head. He bounces into the air and lands on his back, gripping his head while Phantom rises to his feet and steps towards the ropes. He rushes across the ring and bounces off of the ropes, charging back in and jumping into the air for a huge elbow drop. Stevie rolls out of the way at the last second however, causing him to crash elbow first into the canvas and sit up now, holding his forearm. Stevie slowly stands up, his entire midsection hurting him as he finally plants his feet on the canvas. He quickly rushes into the ropes, bouncing off of them and then coming back in when Phantom stands up and turns. He places his hands to the ribs and chest of Stevie, throwing him up into the air and then catching him on top of his shoulders. Phantom quickly drops back, delivering a somoan drop that causes Stevie to seemingly go into convlusions.

Jerry: What a shock, Phantom is attacking Stevie James like a sadist. I'll never forget what happened to Demona two weeks ago.

Phantom grabs Stevie by the hair, rolling him onto his knees and then dragging him to his feet before he grabs him by the wrist and whips him with every ounce of strength in his body at the turnbuckle. Stevie charges across the ring and turns, slamming into the turnbuckle in a devestating fashion. He tumbles forward onto the canvas, grabbing his back and shouting in pain, his facial features contorted from the shere agony. Phantom steps towards Stevie and places his foot on the back of his head, pressing against his knee to add even more weight. Stevie shouts in horrible pain, his head just about being squashed by Phantom who pulls his foot away and now drops knee first into the back of Stevie's head. Seagreen stands on the outside of the ring in near hysterics at the sight of Stevie's torment as he rolls onto his back, gripping his noggin. Phantom kicks him to the ribs violently, causing him to roll onto his back once again. Phantom places his hand in a fist before he drops down to the canvas, driving it into the forehead of Stevie who begins to flop up and down on the canvas. He now rises to his feet and grabs Stevie by the hair, pulling him to his feet at a slow pace, in firm control it seems. He quickly places Stevie in a front facelock, setting up for a suplex it seems before he turns and twists his body, dropping down to the canvas back first at a quick speed, delivering a vicious swinging neckbreaker from that position. Stevie sits up, holding the back of his head and sitting up as Phantom steps towards him and drops down to one knee. He places both of his hands on the chest of Stevie James, going for the pin.

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Stevie kicks out at the last second, rolling onto his side. Phantom rises onto his knees, looking back and forth at the cheering fans, obviously he is getting sick of this. Seagreen appears a little shocked on the outside of the ring at the sight of all this.

Tim: Why did Stevie kick out? Doesn't he have the sense to stay down and allow himself to be pinned, just so he can get out of here.

Jerry: Stevie isn't just going to stay down Tim.

Tim: So you agree with me then. He is an idiot.

Phantom slaps his hand across the throat of Stevie, slowly pulling him upwards and onto his feet, setting up for the chokeslam. Stevie James' face becomes a light shade of red as Phantom stares into his face, shouting at him to just stay down this time. He grabs him by the back of his dress pants and lifts him into the air. Stevie suddenly turns, spinning out of the palm of Phantom's hand and wrapping himself around the arm of Phantom. He reaches out with his legs, interlocking them around Phantom's other arm and dropping backwards, rolling him up into a crucifix pin.

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Phantom rolls over onto his knees and then stands up, backing into the ropes. He bounces off of them and steps towards Stevie who drops down to the canvas, causing him to jump over the ULW General Manager. Phantom rushes across the ring and bounces off the other ropes as Stevie gets back to his feet and jumps into the air for a front dropkick. Unfortunately Phantom has grabbed the top rope, wrapping his arm around it and preventing from charging back at Stevie who connects with nothing, causing him to collapse back first onto the canvas. Stevie hits the ring hard with his legs still stuck up in the air. Phantom steps towards Stevie quickly, bending forward and wrapping his arms around his legs, lifting him into the air off the canvas for what appears to be a powerbomb. Stevie sits up on the shoulders of Phantom and begins to throw right hands into his face now, viciously. Phantom stumbles backwards as Stevie now drops in reverse, going for the hurricarana. Unfortunately Phantom holds on, his arms still wrapped around Stevie's midsection and his feet still firmly planted on the canvas. Stevie tries his best to pull him over but Phantom drags him right back up onto his shoulders in the powerbomb position. Stevie once again hits him with a hard right to the forehead when Phantom suddenly drops backwards, throwing James into the air and causing him to crash ribs first into the ropes with a modified version of the Insomnia. The crowd groans, many of them rising to their feet and cupping their mouths as Stevie bounces off the ropes and falls to the outside of the ring, crashing onto the mats. His arms are tightly wrapped around his ribs, shouting in pain.

Jerry: Ohhh, dear God! That had to give Stevie some internal injuries, this isn't right whatsoever!

Tim: You've got that right! In fact you damn right. Oh, wait a minute, I thought you said that was an incredible move. I guess I should start listening to what your saying, hahaha.

Stevie lies curled up in a ball on the outside of the ring, his ribs racked with pain and a bit of blood beginning to flow from his mouth. Seagreen watches on with a serious expression on his face, but clearing loving what he is witnessing. Phantom stands up and gets into the referee's face, shouting at him for some reason while Stevie slowly begins to pull himself up the barricade. He is surprisingly fighting his way to his feet, even after the Insomnia ribs first into the ropes. The crowd cheers and pats him on the back as they see him get to his feet, blood running from the side of his mouth. He slowly turns towards the ring when he is slapped in the jaw with a gigantic boot, beloning to Ingo Shesaki. The fans are absolutely disgusted, hurdling insults at Ingo who doesn't seem to be listening to their reaction. Phantom continues to speak with the referee, keeping him distracted as Ingo pulls Stevie forcibly to his feet and grabs him by the wrist. The crowd looks ready to jump the barricade as Ingo throws Stevie across the outside of the ring, smashing him spine first into the steel steps. Stevie roars in pain as he collapses face first onto the mats, more blood rushing from the sides of his mouth.

Jerry: Damnit, this is disgusting! Stevie James is not only wrestling Phantom, which is a hard enough task, but he's also still got to deal with Jason Seagreen and Ingo Shesaki at ringside.

Tim: Oh yeah, now you sound all appauled, but I didn't see you shedding any tears when Stevie was going to beat on a defenseless Jason Seagreen.

Jerry: He was exagerating his freaking injuries!

Stevie lies on the mats, gripping his back with a lot of pain still emanating from his ribs as well. Phantom steps over the ropes onto the apron before he drops off in front of Stevie. Ingo backs away from the scene of his brutal attack, allowing Phantom to take over. Phantom immediately grabs Stevie by the throat and then places his hand to his ribs, lifting him into the air over the barricade. The crowd reacts with disgust as Phantom drops Stevie ribs first onto the barricade. The General Manager shouts in pain as he bounces off and collapses onto his back. The gigantic Phantom wastes no time though, grabbing Stevie by the hair and pulling him to his feet before rolling him under the ropes to the inside of the ring before the referee can continue his 10 count. Phantom slowly rises onto the apron, looking towards the fans who are booing him endlessly. Stevie James somehow rises to his feet on the inside of the ring, bent forward over his ribs, gripping them in tremendous pain as more blood flows from the side of his mouth. He suddenly rushes towards Phantom and jumps forward, connecting with a front dropkick to the shins of Phantom. The 7 footer collapses off the apron and then smacks face first into it. He stands up straight, stumbling backwards a bit before falling to one knee, resting chest first against the apron. Stevie fights his way to his feet on the inside of the ring, the fans cheering their heads off. Seagreen stands outside the ring, looking shocked, and in complete disbelief. Phantom begins to rise to his feet still leaning on the apron when Stevie works up the strength to somehow rush forward. He slides across the canvas, under the ropes before locking his arm around the neck of Phantom and turning. The crowd goes insane as Stevie slides off the apron and swings around, kicking his legs into the air, pulling Phantom down head first into the mats, with a baseball slide tornado DDT. Phantom rises onto his knees with a dazed expression on his face, before he collapses next to Stevie. The tough General Manager has rolled onto his side, gripping his ribs and back

Jerry: Stevie James is coming back, somehow he's putting up a fight in this grueling contest against Phantom. His first match back in fact after months of inactivity.

Tim: This isn't very logical.

Jerry: Tim, are you going to sprout pointy ears and demand I start calling you Spock now?

Stevie slowly rises to his feet, getting to his knees first, bending forward and holding his ribs. He finally stands all the way up, staring at the turnbuckle before approaching it. He rises onto the apron in a painstaking fashion while Phantom lies across his stomach on the mats, looking out of it. Stevie can barely work up the strength as he pulls himself up the turnbuckle, getting to the top rope slowly. Phantom suddenly begins to move, rising to his feet slowly and using the ringside banner to help himself upward. He reaches a standing position, nearly falling over as Stevie tries to postion himself on the top rope. He suddenly flips backwards, instead moonsaulting on top of an unsuspecting Ingo Shesaki. He collapses on top of him, knocking Ingo down to the canvas. Stevie flops into the air, grabbing his ribs though as a result.

Jerry: Stevie just took out Ingo Shesaki, getting himself a bit of revenge.

Stevie stands up slowly, bending forward and gripping his ribs when Phantom steps in and levels him with a vicious clothesline. The fans react with shock as Stevie flies backwards, crashing across the back of his neck. He begins to flop up and down on the mats, blood flowing from the side of his mouth. The crowd is still surprised by what they just witnessed. Phantom steps towards Stevie and grabs him by the hair, pulling his nearly motionless body to his feet. He then drags Stevie towards the ring and rolls him under the ropes onto the canvas. Phantom turns and shouts at one of the fans, obviously disgusted by their reaction to him. Finally he slides under the ropes and slowly approaches the down Stevie James, extending his arms out to his side as if he has no fear of the competition. His belief may not be far fetched, Stevie lying on the canvas, rolling back and forth while gripping his neck and lower back. Phantom grabs Stevie around the back of the head, rolling him onto his knees and pulling him to his feet before grabbing him by the wrist. He stares back and forth at the fans before throwing him towards the ropes and then bending forward. As Stevie comes back, spotting the backdrop attempt he jumps into the air, landing with both feet on top of the area between Phantom's shoulder blades. Stevie balances himself before jumping into the air, coinciding with Phantom rising to his feet. Stevie wraps his legs around the throat of Phantom on the way down, pulling him over into a hurricarana which sends Phantom crashing into the canvas.

Tim: Ohhhhh!! I cannot believe that manuever!

Jerry: You talk about out of this world ladies and gentlemen.

The fans rise to their feet, absolutely going insane as Seagreen stands on the outside of the ring, looking appauled by what he's witnessed. Stevie stands up slowly, working his way to a standing balance in a very tired and painful motion. His eyes turn towards Phantom who has already risen to his knees, shaking off the effects of that quick yet impactful manuever. He slowly rises to his feet as Stevie stands across from him, obviously focusing his own leg, setting up for a superkick. He suddenly steps forward, lifting his leg into the air as Phantom rises to his feet and grabs ahold of his ankle. Phantom stares at Stevie with a smile on his face before he swings his leg outward. Stevie turns in a full circle and recieves a stiff kick to the gut by Phantom who grabs him by the sides of the head and pulls his head in between his legs. He quickly reaches down, wrapping his arms around his waist, looking to hit the Insomnia once again, this time plainly, with no hesitation. He grabs Stevie by the back of the pants and lifts him into the air in a last ride position to drop him back even more viciously. Stevie suddenly pushes himself up and over the shoulders of Phantom, landing on his feet behind his back. Phantom appears shocked as he turns around and walks straight into a superkick. The fans go absolutely nuts as Phantom crashes onto his back, his arms and legs spread out to his sides. Stevie crashes back first on top of Phantom, pulling up his leg into a pinning attempt.

Jerry: I cannot believe it, Stevie connected that brutal superkick, this match is over!!

Tim: No, it isn't over, it can't be over!

The referee drops down, smacking the canvas as the crowd chants along.

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Phantom suddenly grabs the arm of Stevie and wraps his legs around the other one before turning onto his side, rolling the General Manager up into a crucifx pin attempt. The referee quickly changes his count.

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Stevie rolls backwards to a huge reaction. He suddenly steps forward, when Phantom reaches up and grabs him by the back of the head and the leg, pulling him over into a small package.

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Stevie once again rolls backwards, getting out of the pin before he turns and stands up, grabbing the legs of Phantom and lifting them into the air. He begins to wrap them around his own, trying to lock in the sharpshooter when Phantom puts up a fight, placing his feet to the gut of Stevie. The fans are discouraged as Phantom shoves him backwards with his legs, sending Stevie smashing back first into the canvas and then rolling over into the ropes. He pulls himself up them and stabilizes himself when Phantom rises to his feet slowly. He grips his jaw, rubbing it roughly before he turns towards Stevie who is resting in the corner. He steps towards him quickly when Stevie steps out of the corner suddenly and connects with the superkick. The crowd reacts with a wave of cheers, rising to it's feet and staring at this tremendous sight.

Tim: Nooo!!! Phantom walked right into another superkick!

Jerry: It's over! It's got to be over!!

The referee drops down to the canvas and begins to make the count, slapping the canvas several times.

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Seagreen drags the referee out of the ring by the ankle at the last possible moment. The fans erupt into boos as the official smacks face first into the mats and then rolls onto his back holding his nose. Seagreen stands over him, fixing his suit and grinning.

Jerry: Damnit! Damn that Jason Seagreen! Stevie James had this match in hand, he had the victory!

Tim: Seagreen had to make sure to get rid of the official, he was obviously not up to ULW standards.

Jerry: The ULW has no standards!

Stevie slowly sits up, staring at Seagreen on the outside of the ring, obviously infuriated. Jason turns and spots him, slowly beginning to stand up with his palms extended out in front of him, explaining himself half heartedly. Stevie James steps towards the ropes, reaching out quickly and grabbing the top one, ready to pull himself over into a crossbody when Ingo Shesaki steps up behind him. He gives Stevie a hard clubbing shot to the back of the head, then grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around. The crowd erupts into boos as Ingo places both hands around the throat of Stevie James and then lifts him into the air before sitting down, delivering the two handed chokeslam. Stevie James crashes into the canvas, sitting up and grabbing his spine. He finally drops backwards across the canvas as Ingo stands up, and stares down at him. He finally rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off the ropes and then stepping forward before jumping into the air and coming down stomach first into the chest and ribs with a gigantic splash. Stevie James flops up and down on the canvas, holding his ribs and back as Ingo rises onto his knees, a demonic expression on his face almost. He finally gets to his feet and steps towards the ropes, stepping over them while Stevie lies on the canvas, gripping his ribs and back, shouting in pain the entire room. Phantom slowly crawls in his direction. He too is drenched with sweat and appearing to be in great pain as he drops his arm across the chest of Stevie, going for the pin.

Tim: This is it, this is it, Jerry, Stevie James is done!

Jerry: After that assault by Ingo Shesaki! That no good son of a bitch!

Seagreen pulls the referee to his feet, dragging him by the back of his shirt and pants. He rolls official Allbright into the ring in his half unconscious state. Jason takes a step back, admiring what he's watching as the referee turns his eyes towards the down Stevie James and the pin cover. He finally begins to make the count in a slow fashion.

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The entire arena erupts into boos as Seagreen takes a step back, his jaw having dropped at the sight of this.

Tim: Oh my God! Stevie James just kicked out, I'm absolutely shocked!

Phantom appears absolutely furious as he rises onto his knees, holding his jaw. He quickly grabs Stevie by the hair, rolling him onto his knees and then standing him up. The crowd stands, booing as loud as they can as Phantom lifts Stevie onto his shoulders and then drops back, delivering the Insomnia. Stevie bounces into the air and rolls onto his back as Phantom crawls onto him hooking his leg.

Tim: This has got to be it!

Jerry: Come on Stevie, fight through it, just overcome these obstacles!

The referee crawls in, lifting his hand into the air in a painful fashion.

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The crowd is absolutely disgusted as Seagreen steps to Ingo's side, both men beginning to move up the ramp backwards with huge grins upon their faces. Phantom's music plays over the PA system as he rises to his knees and stares towards the rafters, chuckingly to himself, proud over his victory.

Jerry: Damnit! I can't believe this!! Stevie James was screwed out of this victory by that no good Jason Seagreen and Ingo Shesaki.

Tim: He would have lost regardless. Have you already forgotten that Stevie is an inferior athlete to Phantom.

Phantom stands up looking down at Stevie who still seems to have internal injuries, blood oozing from the sides of his mouth still as EMTs rush towards the ring to check on his condition.

Backstage

The scene switches to the backstage area where none other than Hurse is shown with none other than Tony Dull, a ULW shirt binding to his plus sized frame while a microphone is stuck up in front of the Master of Control's face. He has a condascending expression though, just staring around not to pleased.

Tony: Hurse, a lot of people have been wondering, nay demanding a response from you, regarding what you did last week. Namely, trying to kill Daemon Frost with a semi truck.

Hurse looks upwards, rubbing his chin and contemplating his answer before his eyes turn towards Tony, staring deeply into his soul.

Hurse: So everyone would like an answer, they'd enjoy an explanation. I'm sure the entire world is just standing on pins and needles, wondering why, why have I been terrorizing the ULW over the past few weeks behind the wheel of a semi. The fact of the matter is, no one cares about Hurse, they never have and they never will apparently. Some would consider me utterly forgettable in fact. Nobody gives a damn about my motives, their all just sitting back at home thinking hey, I wonder if Hurse running people over with a semi, correlates with the return of Johnny Kingdom. Others however, just sit on their couches, seeing as they probably never move, thinking that this makes absolutely no sense. They say that I had no motivation in which to take that semi and crash it into the side of AWOL's truck. And there's a select few who have even gone as far as to sumize that I was merely out to protect Jason Seagreen. Well, they should learn something, never assume a damn thing. Believe it or not, there is a logical reason I jumped into that semi and ran down AWOL and Daemon Frost, heck why I even tried to take out Chapel, but it's none of the reasons listed above. The entire time I've been here all I've heard is that I'm nothing more than Johnny Kingdom's flunkie, that I'm following in his footsteps, that no matter what I do, I'm always just going to be some kind of copy cat. So when Johnny Kingdom finally ran home and left me high and dry I looked at is as a blessing. A chance to finally show that I had surpassed him, that I'd left him in the dust, at last, it was my opportunity to shine. No longer would I be driven to see to it that Johnny Kingdom was to be the World champion. But nobody cared, they continued to see me as just another Johnny Kingdom wannabe. Those were the thoughts that entered my head as I turned that key and slammed that semi into the side of AWOL's car. Those were the thoughts bouncing around inside my head as I damn near killed Daemon Frost. I was going to be the first man in the history of the ULW, to take out all the former Holy War members, the group that once dominated this federation. It would finally put me on the map, it would show the world that I am not to be taken lightly, that I'm not just about one liners and insults, that I'm here not to crack jokes, but to fill ambulances. Ha, sorry for being so uncreative, but the fact of the matter is, it's the only way to describe the sensation of being a Career Killer. The fact of the matter is Tony, I had a thirst for the limelight, I demanded the attention of everyone around the world. I had to get people to stop thinking about Johnny Kingdom and start concentrating on the Master of Control, and I think, I accomplished that task, quite easily.

Hurse continues to grin, realizing his grand achievement.

Voice: Whoa! Whoa!! Whoa!!!

Hurse's demeanor is suddenly altered as none other than Steve Hunter moves into the cameras view, standing in front of the Master of Control. He gives him a long hard stare, both men recalling what happened last week.

Steve: Is anybody actually buying this bullshit? We're all expected to believe that this guy was smart enough to mastermind such a dasterdally attack on three ULW legends. Come on, you've got to be kidding me. Granted I've only been here a short period of time I'm even a more believable assailant than this guy.

Hurse seems to be taking offense to this as he steps forward.

Hurse: What are you trying to say, that I wasn't the one who nearly killed AWOL and Frost? Because I was.

Steve merely grins sarcastically before turning towards Tony.

Steve: Anybody could say that they were behind it, but it doesn't prove anything. If I'm not mistaken, I think Hurse was driving a car last week when he ran into Frost, not a semi truck. So why does everybody all of a sudden think you were behind it. The fact of the matter is, I'm sure a guy like you, wouldn't even have the balls to do something like that.

Hurse seems to be at a lose for words, looking back and forth in confusion.

Hurse: Hey, I did it, I don't have to justify myself to you or anyone else.

Steve: I thought that was the point of this interview.

Hurse's jaw drops, completely dumbfounded as Steve Hunter just grins and walks away. Hurse looks towards Dull who appears a little more Jovulent now.

Hurse: What!?! Shut up!

Hurse takes a step towards Tony, trying to feel like a big man once again as the camera zooms in on his angry face.


Back In the Arena

Jerry Walters:
It seems Steve Hunter is skeptical about Hurse being the driver of that semi truck!?!

Tim May:
What an idiot! Hurse is one of the most intelligent men in this federation and on top of that he is a tag team champion, what right does Steve Hunter have to say anything at all to Hurse!

Jerry Walters:
Well he obviously felt he had an opinion to get across and although controversial and debatable I get the feeling he is doing it just to annoy Hurse.


Daemon Frost Vs Predator

Daemon Frost walks from behind the curtain to a huge reaction from the fans who begin a “Daemon” chant! 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. He seems to be favoring his back after last week's attack with the semi.

Jerry: Tim, are you ready for what should be the show stealing performance of the evening. A battle of pure attriction?

Tim: I don't know, you say a lot of matches are going to be show stealers. Plus it's Daemon Frost and Predator, that should tell you it's not going to be very good right there.

Samhain by Inkubus Sukkubus erupts over the PA systems. The crowd immediately rises to it's feet, everyone that makes up the sold out arena going crazy as they spot none other than Predator emerging through the curtains. A sleeveless trenchcoat with hood hangs from her body as she marches down the ramp, the World Heavyweight title belt wrapped around her slender waist. The crowd continues to clap and shout drunken obscenities as Frost watches on from the ring, keeping his eyes upon the women who defeated him for the World Heavyweight title a few short months ago. Predator marches up the steel steps, removing her coat and throwing it down to the mats as she slides through the ropes. She takes off her belt and tosses it onto the canvas before stepping right up into the face of Frost. Both individuals are nose to nose, looking ready to go at it. The referee steps in between them, making sure to seperate the two.

Jerry: Look at this, Predator and Frost are ready to tear into one another here tonight.

Tim: Well they do have a long history, a long, long, long, history.

Daemon Frost stands across from Predator, the crowd standing and watching closely, remembering their prior classic confrontations. Their war over the World heavyweight title belt, the classic triple threat match at one of ULW's biggest payperviews, and, to add feul to the fire, this one, sure to be epic battle of endurance. The crowd seems split before Predator steps forward and reaches out, Damoen doing the same. Both individuals lock up in a collar elbow tie up, battling with one another for leverage. Predator quickly drops down to the canvas, fireman carrying Daemon over onto his seat, grabbing a hold of his arm in the process. Daemon begins to fight his way upwards almost immediately. He throws a forearm into the throat of Predator breaking her arm lock and then stepping around behind her back, placing her in a hammerlock. Predator slaps her shoulder, trying to power her way out of the hold before untilizing her nimble body to it's full advantage. She turns and steps under the arm of Daemon, folding it up and placing behind his back, applying a hammerlock of her own now. Daemon tries to squirm free before he bends forward, reaching between his leg and grabbing her by the ankle. He pulls it into the air, causing her to drop backwards. He now turns around, grabbing her leg and then rolling her onto her stomach, applying a boston leg crab. Predator pushes herself up onto her elbows, looking to be in slight pain before she quickly pulls herself across the canvas towards the ropes. Frost changes things up now though, grabbing both of her legs, setting her up into the liontamer before sitting down on top of her shoulder blades and grabbing her legs by the shins, holding them into the air. The crowd cheers the sight of the submission hold as Predator grinds her teeth in pain, reaching out for the ropes quickly, which she was able to crawl mere inches from. Her fingers wrap around the bottom one, the referee stepping into Daemon's face, demanding that he break the lock.

Tim: Some great back and forth action between these two thus far in this contest.

Jerry: It's amazing considering Frost was nearly killed last week by that semi truck.

Frost breaks the hold and steps into the face of the referee as Predator grabs the ropes and rises to her feet quickly. Daemon turns and spots her, rushing in quickly when Predator drops down to the canvas, pulling down the top rope and causing him to charge into it before spilling over them to the outside of the ring. Frost crashes hard back first into the mats, immediately grabbing his spine and rolling onto his side in a great deal of pain. Feeling the effects of that near fatale collision last week. He turns towards the ring where Predator has already risen to her feet. She charges across the canvas quickly and slides under the ropes feet first, turning her entire body however and wrapping her legs around the neck of Frost. Her body drops over the mats as she delivers a huge leg scissors take down, throwing Daemon into the air. The former World champion crashes hard into the mats before he sits up grinding his teeth in pain. Predator rises to her feet and steps towards him, grabbing Frost by the hair and rolling him onto his knees. She throws a hard right hand into his face, followed by another as Frost works his way to a standing position. She suddenly delivers a quick, vicious knife edge chop across Daemon's chest, followed by another that results in a huge woo from the sold out crowd. The referee very loudly states that he's counting to ten, reaching 6 before Predator grabs Daemon Frost by the back of the head, rolling him into the ring under the ropes. Frost rolls onto his hands and knees, looking to be in a good deal of pain through his lower back as Predator slides through the ropes and charges in. Frost side steps her however and lifts her up by her arm pit, hiptossing her over onto the canvas. She lands spine first as Frost quickly drops down to his knees, grabbing her arm and folding it up in a top wrist lock, placing it behind her head. Predator begins to shake her head once again, appearing infuriated before starting to stand up slowly, using her leg strength to will herself upwards. As she does so, her arm stretches out, Frost stepping behind it as he holds her in a typical arm lock. Predator rises all the way to her feet almost, clinching her first and getting ready to throw a punch when Daemon turns and hip tosses her over onto her back. She is lying across the canvas as Frost drops down, locking his legs around her targeted arm, applying a grapevine submission. Predator tries to push his legs off to the best of his abilities yet is unable to do so.

Jerry: Look at this, Daemon Frost is just keeping to the attack on Predator's arm.

Tim: Both of these competitors are taking a very technical approach to this match.

Predator shouts in pain, trying to pull her arm free. Finally she pulls herself towards the ropes, dragging Frost tied around her arm along side her. Predator quickly grabs the bottom rope, the referee stepping over Daemon and demanding he break the submission hold. Daemon rolls away from Predator, getting onto his hands and knees looking irritated. He gets to his feet and steps towards Predator who steps in and gives him an absolutely vicious knife edge chop across the chest. Daemon is taken down to the canvas across his back. He rolls onto his hands and knees, then rises to his feet when Predator kicks him to the gut and places him in a front facelock. She quickly grabs him by the back of the pants and suplexes him over onto the canvas hard. The crowd is surprised by the vicious impact of the suplex. Frost sits up holding his spine in pain as Predator stands up and stomps him to the back of the head. Daemon grabs his neck when Predator steps to his side and gives him a devestating superkick to the back of his head. Predator steps back as Frost rolls onto his hands and knees, shouting in pain as he places his hand over his head. Predator steps towards Frost and drops down, placing him in a front facelock. Daemon begins to shout in pain once more, reaching for his neck with the air being deprived to his head. They both rest on their knees when Daemon pushes himself upwards slowly. He seems to be sluggish in his pace, getting all the way to his feet with Predator still gripping him in the front facelock. Frost quickly stands up, backdropping her over onto the canvas. Predator reaches out quickly, placing her arms around his waist, trying to roll him over onto his back for a sunset flip pin. Daemon's arms begin flailing, trying to get out of the attempt before he finally just drops to his knees, placing them on top of Predator's shoulders and grabbing her around the legs in a pinning predicament.

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Predator rolls Frost backwards into a pin now.

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Daemon rolls backwards quickly and stands up in one quick burst. He reaches out and grabs the legs of Predator, lifting them into the air, trying to roll her over for a double boston leg crab. Without warning Predator uses all of her leg strength to pull Frost down to the canvas, grabbing him by the back of the head and placing him in a small package pin.

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Daemon is able to power his way out of the pin, rolling across the canvas He stands up quickly as does Predator in front of him. She charges in quickly when Frost catches her under the arm, hiptossing her onto the canvas once again. Frost quickly drops down, locking her up into an abdominal stretch. Predator begins to yell in pain, shaking her head as the referee asks her if she'd like to submit. Finally Daemon bends forward, grabbing the legs of Predator, placing one of them over her other legs knee and then grabbing her by the back of the shin. He now lifts her into the air, keeping her in the abdominal stretch yet mainly holding her up by her folded up legs.

Jerry: Frost is right back on the offensive and he has now locked in a very unique submission hold here.

Tim: He's simply beating Predator to the punch in this contest. Man, I find myself saying that so much more often lately.

Predator quickly throws a back elbow into the chin of Frost with her free hand, then does it again. She finally causes him to break the hold as Predator falls down onto the canvas across her back. Frost quickly reaches down, grabbing Predator by the legs, lifting them into the air and wrapping his arms around her waist. He lifts her into the air quickly, as if about to throw her backwards but instead just lifts her up onto his shoulder in a back drop suplex position. The crowd suddenly erupts as Frost throws her off to his side, turning her around in mid air so she's staring downward at the canvas. He quickly wraps his arm around her neck and falls down back first to the canvas, delivering a vicious DDT from that position. Predator flops into the air and then drops onto her back, staring up at the rafters in shock. Daemon stands up and turns towards her. He suddenly rushes in and jumps into the air, flipping forward for a senton leg drop when Predator sits up, causing him to crash posterior first onto the canvas. Daemon grabs his back in pain when Predator stands up holding her forward before stepping around behind his back. She quickly bends forward and places him in a dragon sleeper, hooking up one of his arms in the process as well. Daemon begins to roar in pain, his other arm flailing wildly, reaching for the ropes which are seemingly miles away from him. Frost begins to push himself upwards, refusing to stay down as he gets closer and closer to a vertical position. Predator stands up as well, continuing to hold on the dragon sleeper as Frost finally plants his feet on the canvas. Predator quickly turns her body, placing her other arm around the neck of Daemon and dropping down to the canvas, delivering the final cut. The crowd erupts at the quick reversal before Predator turns and climbs on top of Frost, hooking his leg.

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Daemon gets his shoulder up, pressing himself up onto his other one in the process. He has a glazed over look to his eyes as Predator grabs him around the chin, pulling him up to his feet. She quickly throws a right hand into his face, followed by another before stepping in and nearly leveling him with a European Uppercut. The force of which knocks him back first into the turnbuckle, appearing a bit winded in the process now. Predator steps to his side and gives him an absolutely devestating chop across the chest. Frost's legs kick into the air but his arms, which are spread over the ropes, keep him standing. Predator takes a step in reverse and then moves in quickly delivering a sentilating superkick right to his chin. Frost's neck is pressed against the turnbuckle hard before he drops down to his seat upon the canvas, his arms dropping to the canvas. He looks completely out of it as Predator steps around the ring, examining the sold out crowd before she finally turns towards Daemon and charges in. She extends her arms outward, placing them against both ropes and then pressing herself upwards high into the air. She continues to grip the ropes before pulling herself down quickly into a front dropkick, straight to the forehead of Daemon. The fans are shocked as Predator rolls backwards across the canvas.

Tim: What impact! Predator is definetly trying to pull out all the stops to beat what many consider, her biggest rival to date. Although I don't know why she thinks that way, seeing as I'm a much greater advesary. If only they let me in the ring.

Jerry: I think that's what they refer to as assisted suicide.

Frost remains back first against the turnbuckle, looking out of it as Predator steps towards him quickly. She steps in and begins to stomp him to the chest and forehead repeatedly, absolutely infuriated it seems. She finally grabs Frost around the neck and pulls him to his feet at a grueling pace before burying her shoulder into his ribs and lifting him into the air. She sits him on the top rope when Frost suddenly hits her with a hard right hand across the face, followed by another, trying to knock her backwards. She seems to become disorientated when Daemon pulls her into a front facelock, setting up for a tornado DDT. Predator throws a forearm into the gut of Daemon, causing his arm to break away from her throat. She grabs him by the back of the head quickly and then gives him a hard Euro Uppercut, nearly knocking him off the turnbuckle. He remains seated somehow though, bending forward when Predator jumps onto the second rope and springs into the air, turning and connecting with an almost buzzsaw like kick to the side of his head. Frost is knocked sideways yet somehow remains seated on the turnbuckle. The fans are cheering their heads off when Predator backs away from Daemon, turning towards Daemon once again with a sinister glint in her eye. She quickly charges forward now, stepping up the ropes and jumping into the air, wrapping her legs around his neck and dropping in reverse. A huge reaction emanates from the crowd before Frost stands up, wrapping his arms around the legs of Predator, hanging her upside down. He now places his legs in front of the arms of Predator and jumps forward. He connects with an absolutely breathtaking Styles Clash, slamming Predator hard face first into the canvas. He quickly rolls onto his seat, keeping his legs wrapped around Predator's arms and dragging her into a pinning predicament at the same time.

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Predator kicks out as the crowd sits back in shock. Frost rolls onto his knees, staring back and forth in a state of disbelief. His eyes turn towards the turnbuckle now, causing a grand response from the sold out crowd.

Jerry: Daemon could be looking to end this once and for all, with the Frost Special.

Tim: He may just connect with it, and save us all the time of having to watch this match any longer.

Daemon moves up the turnbuckle with great haste, yet stops periodically, shaking the cobwebs from his head. Predator slowly rolls onto her elbows and knees, appearing to be in a great deal of pain. Daemon rises to his feet on the top rope when Predator charges forward, stepping up the ropes and then jumping into the air. She wraps her legs around the neck of Frost and drops in reverse, throwing him across the ring with a huge hurricarana. The entire arena goes insane, standing up and clapping their hands at the sight of both individuals now lying on the canvas. They appear exhausted already after all this incredible back and forth action. The referee steps in and begins to make a ten count over both their battered bodies. Both individuals begin to move at the same time, as the referee reaches a 5 count. Daemon rises to his feet, while Predator does the same, both individuals looking winded. Frost quickly turns towards Predator as she greets him with a hard right hand across the face. Frost takes a few steps in reverse, looking nearly out of it when Predator lifts her leg into the air and spins around, going for a quick, hard hitting spinning heel kick. Daemon steps under it however and turns back around towards her, burying his shoulder to her spine and lifting her into the air. He seems to be setting up for a back drop suplex before he stumbles backwards towards the ropes and throws her over them in reverse. Predator flips backwards, grabbing the top rope and landing feet first on the apron when Daemon turns around, spotting her and holding the back of his neck. He quickly charges in with a head full of steam and dives through the ropes for a spear. Predator however grips the top rope and jumps into the air, flying over them into the ring as Frost soars through the ropes, connecting with not Predator, but the ringside mats. He smacks into them hard and then rolls over onto his back, grinding his teeth in pain. He reaches down grabbing his lower back as he slowly rolls onto his hands and knees, beginning to push himself upwards to his feet. Predator continues to hold the top rope, pulling herself over and landing feet first on the second rope. She quickly springs into the air and turns, flying at Frost with a version of the crossbody. Daemon moves out of the way at the last second, causing her to smack chest and ribs first into the barricade. She bounces off hard, collapsing onto the mats across her back as she rolls up into a ball. Frost rests on his knees now, catching his breath before rising to his feet slowly.

Jerry: What a dangerous impact with that barricade! You talk about disturbing.

Tim: That was sick, I loved it!

Frost grabs Predator by the back of the head and pulls her to her feet at an agonizing pace. Predator is almost unable to stand as she grips her ribs in tremendous pain. Daemon quickly shoots a half nelson and charges her towards the steel steps before throwing her forward and downward, head first into them. The top half of the steps goes for a flight as Predator crashes onto her back, staring into the rafters in a near unconscious state. The crowd groans at the sound of the impact as Daemon steps towards the announce table, leaning sideways against it. He finally steps towards Predator and grabs her by the back of the head as he steps up onto the bottom half of the steps. The fans are shocked as Frost drags Predator's head in between his legs, setting up for the spike piledriver as he reaches down and grabs her around the waist. Predator suddenly stands up to an even greater surprise from the fans, causing Daemon to flip over and crash spine first into the hard mats. Frost elevates himself off the canvas, shouting in pain as he grabs his back. Predator lies on top of the steps, trying to find the strength to stand up while gripping her chest and ribs. She finally gets the strength to do so before stepping towards Daemon and grabbing him around the neck. She rolls him over onto his knees and stands him up before pulling his head back and slamming him face first into the apron. The referee stands in the ring, not wanting to disqualify any invidual finally starting a ten count once he sees that he has Predator's attention. Frost falls to his knee but is helped back up by Predator who rolls him under the ropes to the inside of the ring. Predator slides under the ropes and crawls across her knees towards Daemon, favoring her ribs before she steps over his head. She quickly grabs Daemon by the head, rolling him onto his knees and stepping behind her back. She places him in a cobra clutch, wrapping both of his arms around his throat before dropping down onto her seat. She buries her knees deeply into the back of Daemon, resting her feet on the backs of his shins and keeping the cobra clutch applied. Frost bends backwards far, his spine in a great deal of pain as he shouts at the top of his lungs, the crowd watching on closely, wondering if he's ready to submit.

Tim: Look at this hold Predator has got Daemon locked up in. It's got to be really torqueing the body of Frost.

Jerry: That's got to be doing extensive damage ladies and gentlemen, especially after Daemon had that horrible incident befall him last week.

Daemon roars in pain, his body obvious being contorted at an ungodly angle with the air to his head also being cut off. Predator shouts at him to submit yet Frost refuses to, fighting through the pain overwhelming his damaged body. He finally pushes pulls one of his legs free, placing it on the canvas and then doing the same with the other, causing Predator to rise to her feet, taking her knees away from his back. The crowd rises to it's feet cheering on Frost who moves closer, inch by inch to his feet, resulting in Predator doing the same. The crowd cheers once they see Predator and Frost standing. Predator grips Daemon in the cobra clutch yet he seems ready to power of it. Suddenly Predator jumps into the air, placing her knees to his spine and dropping back first onto the canvas. She pulls Frost down with the cobra clutch into a vicious backbreaker variation. Frost shouts in pain as he flops into the air and rolls onto his stomach, reaching for his back in absolute agony. Predator stands up and steps over him. She now pulls his head up and places him in the Wrathscorn Ravager. The crowd goes ballistic as Frost begins to shout in tremendous pain, a great deal of damage being done to his lower back. Once again the referee steps in inquiring as to rather or not he submits. Daemon shouts no, through blocking out the pain, sweat dripping down both individuals faces. A Daemon Frost chant fills the arena, the crowd rising to it's feet and begging him to keep this match going. Frost slowly, painstakingly begins to listen, dedication setting into his eyes.

Jerry: Look at Frost, he's still fighting ladies and gentlemen, even though he's in the Wrathscorn Ravager!

Tim: Why doesn't he just tap out already, his back has got to be killing him.

Frost slowly begins to push himself upwards, utilizing every fiber of his being to do so. Predator shakes her head in disbelief as Daemon works his way up slowly. Predator is forced to break her submission hold before she bends forward, wrapping her arms around the neck of Frost, placing him in the sleeper hold. Daemon tries to fight through the lack of oxygen to his head. He finally begins to rise to his feet though, his arms flailing wildly once again. Predator places every ounce of strength she's got into the sleeper yet Frost refuses to stay down. He suddenly charges forward and drops down to the canvas, throwing Predator forward through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. The crowd continues to go insane as Predator crashes back first into the mats, rolling over towards the entrance ramp. Sweat drips from her face as Frost grips his back in tremendous pain yet quickly rushes at the ropes. Predator stands up on the outside of the ring as Frost jumps into the air, landing feet first on the top rope. He then jumps forward, turning his body and connecting with a shooting star press off the top rope right into Predator. Both individuals crash into the canvas as Daemon immediately begins to flop up and down on the canvas gripping his back in severe pain. The fans are on their feet, now chanting holy shit at the top of their lungs while Predator lies on the mats, looking out of it. Frost pushes himself up onto one elbow, his hand over his lower back, fighting through the fatigue and pain. Daemon finally rises to his feet, still in horrible pain as he steps towards Predator and stands her up slowly. He grips her by the back of the head and drags her towards the barricade before pulling her in reverse and then slamming her face first into the har barricade. Predator stands up, grabbing her face and stumbling around in confusion. Daemon quickly grabs her by the back of the head and tights, rushing her towards the ring and then rolling her in under the ropes. Predator is completely lying out cold across the canvas as Frost jumps onto the apron and now begins to climb the turnbuckle. He turns and looks back and forth at the screaming fans, all of them knowing what is coming next. They can see the Frost Special looming in the distance as Predator painstakingly works her way upwards, trying to straighten herself out. She seems completely disorientated as Daemon begins to stand up on the turnbuckle, holding his lower back and staring intently at Predator. She suddenly turns and steps towards Frost, kicking him violently to the ankle, knocking both of his feet off the ropes and causing him to rack himself upon turnbuckle. A mixture of boos and cheers fill the arena as Frost's face tells the entire story. He reaches for his lower back and testicles as Predator bends him forward. She shakes the cobwebs from her head yet applies a front facelock on Daemon, taking a few steps in reverse before dropping down to the canvas, pulling Frost face first into the canvas. A huge reaction descends over the arena as Daemon rolls onto his back after the hard impact.

Tim: Ohhhh!!! What a DDT! This match is over, it's gotta be!

Jerry: I don't know if I can disagree after seeing something as absolutely vile as that.

Predator slowly crawls towards Daemon, placing her arm over his chest as the fans stand, watching closely. The referee quickly drops to the canvas and makes the count.

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The fans are shocked as Frost's arm comes off the canvas at the last possible second. Predator sits up mouthing profanities as Daemon remains on the canvas, completely out of it it seems. Predator refuses to believe that that wasn't enough as she gets to her feet and steps towards the ropes, sliding through them onto the apron. She grabs the top rope now with Frost rolling onto his stomach and then springs into the air, going into a corkscrew, the Draconoclasm! It connects perfectly with the canvas. The fans stand, stunned that Daemon was able to get out of the way at the last possible second. He quickly rolls onto his hands and knees then rises to his feet, his eyes turning towards the turnbuckle. There seems to be something deviant conspiring in his head as he climbs up the ropes slowly, getting to the top one while Predator rises to her feet in front of him. She is bent forward obviously in a great deal of pain as Frost rises to his feet, getting ready to deliver his finishing move when Predator stands up and rushes at him. She quickly scales the turnbuckle, placing him in a belly to belly. Frost gives her a hard elbow to the side of the head, knocking her off the turnbuckle and back first onto the canvas. The fans are going crazy while Predator rolls onto her hands and knees, slowly rising to her feet and gripping her back when Daemon soars off the turnbuckle and connects with the Frost Special. Predator slams face first into the canvas, then she flops into the air and rolls onto her back. Bullhorns and cheers echoe throughout the arena.

Jerry: The Frost Special, my God it might just be over!

Tim: I can't stand to watch, I literally can't any longer, so I'm hoping Predator doesn't kick out.

The fans stand in attendance as Frost climbs on top of Predator, hooking her leg.

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Mass insanity spreads throughout the arena as Predator kicks out at the last milli-second possible. Frost rises to his knees, just realizing that she did indeed kick out after being hit with the Frost Special.

Tim: How in the hell did Predator kick out! This defies any semblance of rationality! Am I going to have to get involved in this thing to make it end?

Jerry: Please Tim, the last thing we want to see is your fat ass being kicked around in the ring.

Daemon slowly rises to his feet looking like he's at a loss for what to do before his eyes once again shift towards the turnbuckle. He quickly begins to approach it, stepping through the ropes and beginning to make his way up the ramp, the entire arena standing and watching this display before them. Some hope he connects with his finisher for a second time, others however, pray that Predator gets to her feet in time. She slowly begins to stand up, working her way to her feet valiantly, even after everything she's been hit with throughout this contest. Frost gets to the very top rope, obviously favoring his back as he rises to his feet. He quickly jumps forward, extending his knee outward and slamming it straight across the ring. The fans take a collective gasp as Frost bounces into the air and then drops onto his back, gripping his leg and back and shouting in horror.

Tim: Ohhhh! Frost missed his finisher, he missed it!

Jerry: And his knee collided with that canvas violently!

Daemon continues to grip his knee and back as he rolls onto his elbows. Predator suddenly steps towards him and over his back, pulling him up into the Wrathscorn Ravager. Frost shouts in pain, his lower back once again being targeted in this submission hold. The entire arena is standing and clapping hard, while others shake their heads as if deeply disturbed by this sight. Frost continues to shout in pain as he tries to fight his way towards the ropes. Many of the fans willing him on. Predator pulls back with all of her strength on the hold, refusing to allow him to get any further. Daemon is barely able to place any pressure on his leg which is still banged up from the landing. Sweat beads off his exhausted face as his fingers desperately long for the ropes which are just too far away. The tremendous pain in his back from the attack with the semi seems to be taking a great deal out of him. Yet he continues to fight, to try and overcome this onslaught to the very best of his abilities. Predator pulls back with everything she's got left, stopping Frost in his tracks.

Jerry: I can't believe it's all come down to this, Frost may be forced to submit!

Tim: Just tap out already!

Frost's eyes ceal together as Predator pulls back even harder. The referee steps in and grabs the arm of Daemon who seems to be completely inanimate now. He lifts it into the air and then allows it to drop to the canvas. There are no signs of life.

Tim: Daemon Frost may have passed out from the pain!

Jerry: His back was badly damaged last week, this could be the repercussions that we're seeing here!

The referee steps back in and grabs Daemon's arm for a second time, lifting it into the air and allowing it to drop to his side. The crowd watches on, begging Frost to stick with it, to fight through the pain. Yet he seems to have nothing left. The official steps in for a third and final time, grabbing Daemon's hand and lifting it into the air. The crowd watches, on the very edges of their seats when the hand drops for the last time. Daemon having officially passed out from the pain. The referee shouts at Predator to let go, to unleash the hold. She holds on viciously for a second before releasing him and stepping forward, looking extremely winded as she drops down to her knees, leaning against the ropes.

Jerry: Frost just fainted! I can't believe he passed out.

Tim: What do you expect? The man was ran over by a semi last week, but of course he would have passed out anyway, seeing as you know, he's weak and inferior, especially to someone like me.

The crowd stands up, clapping their hands together for what the battle in which they just witnessed. Predator continues to rest against the ropes while Frost pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, snapping back into reality. His eyes divert towards Predator, obviously infuriated as the champion turns to face him. They both give eachother a long hard stare, contemplating what just occured before they nod their heads in a respecftul fashion.

Jerry: What a battle we just witnessed, Frost finally slipped into unconsciousness though to end this battle.

Tim: God, I hope this rivalry is finally over.

Predator drops down to the canvas, rolling under the ropes and stepping towards the ramp. She bends forward, gripping her ribs as she makes her way up the ramp slowly. Frost seems just about of it as he pushes himself up to his knees, still leaning forward, his head pressed against the canvas. The fans are still giving him quite an ovation, putting forth a great effort even with his nagging injuries. He slowly rises to his feet, looking greatly disorientated after having been forced to pass out. The referee steps in, helping him upwards slowly, trying to keep him in a standing position. The fans cheer once again to see him get his feet beneath him. Suddenly a figure steps over the ropes behind Daemon, it's Ingo Shesaki. The crowd erupts into boos as he charges up behind Daemon and gives him a hard lariat to the back of the head. Frost stumbles forward and falls into the ropes as Ingo steps up behind him, continuing to launch clubbing blows into the back of his head.

Jerry: Damnit, what is Ingo Shesaki doing out here!?!

Tim: Last week Frost humiliated this big man!

Frost is barely able to stand as Ingo launches more forearms into his back. He suddenly takes a step in reverse and then lifts his leg into the air, moving in quickly for a big boot when Daemon moves out of the way. Shesaki inadvertedly racks himself on the top rope now, shouting in pain as he grabs his testicles. Frost grabs the top rope quickly, beginning to pull it up and down against the privates of Shesaki who shouts in pain. Hurse now slides under the ropes and rushes up to Daemon who spins arouind and catches him with a huge lariat, taking him down to the canvas. Predator has paused on the stage right in front of the curtains, watching this all transpire. Hurse rises to his feet and steps into another clothesline from Frost who is in a great deal of pain yet bends forward and demands he stand up. Hurse slowly rolls onto his hands and knees, trying to work his way up to his feet when Jon Rich charges up behind Daemon and connects with a hard jumping heel kick right to the back of his head. Daemon is immediately knocked forward onto the canvas as Ingo steps back into the ring holding himself. The crowd is booing as loud as they can as Ingo steps up to Frost and jumps into the air, coming down leg first across the back of his head.

Tim: The Network is once again assaulting Daemon Frost!

Jerry: What do you expect, Frost is being triple teamed here, and on top of that, he was assaulted last week with that semi truck, this isn't fair!

Daemon rolls onto his back, holding his head as Hurse motions for Jon Rich to stand Frost up. He also motions for Shesaki to grab something. Predator continues to watch on from the stage before simply shaking her head in an uncaring fashion and stepping through the curtains to the backstage area. Ingo drops down onto the mats, lifting the ringside banner as Jon Rich pulls Frost to his feet. He places him in a full nelson hold, Frost trying to squirm free with rage and passion building beneath his cold hard exterior. Hurse steps up in front of his face, and grabs him by the chin, squeezing his cheeks together and talking smack to him before he slaps him viciously across the face. Frost tries his best to get his arms free in this weakened state before Hurse grabs him by the hair and begins to throw right hand after right hand into his face, absolutely devestating him with a vicious birage of fist. The crowd is basically standing and shouting for support as Shesaki grabs what appears to be a glass table out from under the ring, sliding it in under the ropes.

Tim: Look at this Jerry, Ingo Shesaki is grabbing a glass table!

Jerry: Damnit, somebody get out here and help for the love of God!

Hurse continues to deck Frost across the face as Shesaki begins to set the table up in the center of the ring. As Hurse gets right into Daemon's face he mule kicks Rich to the testicles, causing him to break the full nelson. Frost now lunges forward, wrapping his hands around the throat of Hurse and in the process knocking both men down to the canvas, Daemon on top, strangling the Network member. Hurse's eyes seem to be buldging from his head as his face turns a light shade of red, Daemon strangling him with all the strength in his arms. The crowd is going crazy before Shesaki steps up behind Daemon and kicks him to the back of the head hard. Frost in turn rolls off of Hurse who gasps for breath as he rolls onto his side, saliva flowing from the side of his mouth. Daemon continues to lie on his back holding his head when Jon Rich rushes at Ingo who places his hands to his ribs and chest, throwing him up high into the air. Rich turns his body and comes down with an elbow drop to the chest of Frost who rolls onto his side grinding his teeth in pain. Shesaki now steps towards Frost and grabs him by the back of the head, rolling him onto his knees and then pulling him to his feet. He quickly drags him towards the set up glass table and rolls him onto it as Hurse slowly rises to his feet, gripping hus juggular. As Frost lies on the glass table Ingo grabs him by the hair, elevating his head and slugging him across the forehead repeatedly in an angry fashion. All the while Hurse slowly climbs the nearest turnbuckle, getting to the top as the fans stand and boo him with all the air in their lungs. Hurse merely looks back and forth at the fans and then stares down at Frost, grinning from ear to ear when he flies off the turnbuckle, soaring through the air and then connecting with the frog splash onto Daemon. The glass shatters into pieces, shards flying all about as Hurse comes down on top of Frost before flopping into the air and rolling across the ring. Frost curls into a ball amongst the broken pieces of glass, the fans booing as loud as they can while Jon Rich celebrates what he just witnessed.

Tim: Ohhhhh!!! Hurse just frog splashed Daemon through a glass table!!

Jerry: This is sick, just plain sick I tell you! Where's security!?!

Suddenly a huge wave of cheers descends over the arena, none other than Johnny Kingdom charging through the curtains. The fans are positively estatic to once again see Johnny Kingdom who charges down the ramp quickly, rushing towards the ring with a head full of steam.

Jerry: It's Johnny Kingdom! It's Johnny Kingdom!!

Tim: What the hell is he doing out here!?! He doesn't even like Daemon Frost.

Johnny slides under the ropes quickly as Jon Rich and Ingo clear the ring quickly, Hurse rising to his feet and turning towards him. As he spots Johnny he collapses backwards onto his posterior immediately lifting his hands into the air with a fearful glint in his eyes. Kingdom just looks down at him with a great deal of disapointment. The fans are on their feet, demanding that he beat down the Master of Control who continues to beg for mercy. Kingdom takes a deep breath, remembering their freindship before turning towards Frost who is lying amongst the broken pieces of glass. Hurse quickly rises to his feet and steps up behind Kingdom, lifting his fist into the air when Johnny snaps his head back towards him, staring a hole into his former comrade. Hurse immediately grows a grin and lowers his hand, taking a few steps in reverse and trying to explain himself before he extends his hand outward, as if asking for a shake. Johnny Kingdom begins to grin as well now before he kicks Hurse to the gut and begins to throw right hand after right hand into his face, knocking him backwards. The entire arena is going crazy as Hurse is knocked in reverse, looking completely shocked.

Jerry: Johnny Kingdom is attacking Hurse! I've been waiting for months to see this!

Tim: Think about what your doing Johnny!

Kingdom kicks Hurse to the gut once again and places him in a front facelock, setting up for the Exodus Finale to a huge reaction. Suddenly Ingo and Rich reach under the ropes, grabbing Hurse by the ankles and pulling him out of the ring at the last second, freeing him from the grasp of Johnny who immediately becomes infuriated. He steps towards the ropes and leans gut first against them, leaning over the ropes and shouting at Hurse, Jon Rich, and Shesaki. All of them backing away. Kingdom turns his sights towards Frost who is pushed himself up onto his elbows, giving him a confused glare, not knowing quite what to think about what just occured.


Commercial


EXCLUSIVE….To ULW.


ULW Bloody Massacre, October 24th, Florida…..It’ll blow your head!


Back In the arena

Jerry Walters: Well ladies and gentleman, we are coming toward the end of the night, but what a trio of matches left to go, the former Tag Team Champions of the ULW Gangsta Nation go against the new High Roller duo of Magnificent & Synclaire. We have the huge extravaganza that is the tag team titles match between the Network, Vivian and Angyl. Tim May: Oh and don’t forget Damien’s moment of glory…. Jerry Walters: And the main event, and the CHANCE for Orlando or Damien to reach historical heights by fighting there way into the PPV main event – The weapons Lair!!


Too Magnificent & Michael Synclaire Vs G-Nation

Hurse is writing this


Backstage

(The scene opens to see a victorious Phantom standing in a dark room somewhere in the arena, he smiles to the camera before stepping aside to allow the lens to see the demonic faces of Tristan and Serenity, the trio are standing by an empty body bag the name Chapel wrote across the top of it in white writing.)

Serenity:
The return of the Coven marks a new era, a new time in the ULW. For our return, will bring the light of this federation and it will turn it dark. It will make the evil of the darkness once again reign…Starting with the death, the end, of Chapel!

Tristan:
Tonight… Chapel, Jack Winters and Stevie James took the first taste of the Coven apple but at Bloody Massacre…Chapel will have more then a taster, he will be destroyed by Phantom and his bed…Is already made.

(Tristan smiles as the camera slowly turns to the body bag and the name across it ‘Chapel’)


Back In the Arena

Jerry Walters:
Chilling stuff, a warning as such to Chapel, but I don’t think the mind games are going to work for the Coven this time Tim, Chapel is beyond that…

Tim May:
But Jerry…They said there gonna make this place dark!?! I mean does that mean I’m going to have to look like this fat girl behind me wearing black lipstick and black nail gloss…Cause if so, I tell ya, I quit right now!

Jerry Walters:
Are you high?

Tim May:
…No…Not yet anyway!

Jerry Walters:
The Coven said the ‘evil’ will be bought back to the ULW, starting with Chapel, right now I think its all fair to say we are unsure of that meaning but whatever it is, it doesn’t sound good for anybody in the locker room.


Tag Team Titles
The Network Vs Vivian & Angyl

(Ill Nino’s track ‘This times for real’ plays over the sound system as the tag team champions appear from the back, the fans are booing loudly and hurling abuse at the two, neither of them looking happy, Jon Rich is looking bandaged up after the attack at the beginning of the show and Hurse is similarly annoyed after Kingdoms attack on him during the Daemon Frost match. The two of them just head down the steel rampway holding there titles hard to there shoulders and ignoring the pleading front row of fans trying to get a touch of the hated superstars. The two men enter the ring and raise there titles in the air to a chorus of boos before handing them to the referee and walking to there corner discussing a game plan.)

Jerry Walters:
Well both this men are look angry and frustrated after the nights up and down evening for The Network. Since Sheryl’s return did you know that not one member of the Network has won a match? All are on losing streaks!

Tim May:
It’s unfair, that’s why!?! I mean look what has happened to our tag champs only hours before there title defense.

Jerry Walters:
I agree, this has not been the ideal way to come into a match against opponents such as Vivian and Angyl, these two women are maybe some of the best in the world not only in there gender and division but overall as well.

(The lights dim and red overhead spotlights fill the arena. A fog rolls from the stage, made all the thicker by the red lighting, and Evanescence's "Imaginary" fills the ULW arena. The crowd cheers as Vivian strides confidently from the back wearing a long leather trench-coat and a pair of dark sunglasses. She stares from side to side at the audience, smiling seductively and teasing any of the cuter boys on the entrance ramp, before making her way to the ring. She climbs in the ring as Hurse and Rich jump out and watch her from the outside of the ring. She perches on one of the turnbuckles as she removes the jacket and glasses, tossing the latter to someone in the audience. With a smirk, she looks around a final time before dropping into the ring and staring out at the Network members her smile fading and her focus becoming obvious in her change of expression.)

Jerry Walters:
Wow! Look at the eyes of Vivian, last week she found out that Hurse was the driver of the semi-truck, the same truck that put her boyfriend AWOL in a coma…

Tim May:
Do you think she knows about AWOL yet?

Jerry Walters:
I honestly don’t think so and if Conrad can help it, she won’t find out, Vivian is the last person he wants on his back thus the reason he is keeping it quiet now!

(The lights start to brighten, as if some holy power is controlling them. Some lights turn dark blue, where others stay their normal white color. The light is blinding, and with a loud pop, the white lights flick off. "Angels Fall First" by Nightwish starts to play. All is silent, except that of the music. A figure, dressed in a white cloak, carrying a sceptor of some sort walks out from the backstage area. Such grace, you would think the figure is floating. The cloaked figure reaches the edge of the stage, moving ever so slowly, but it stops, suddenly, and with a jerking motion of it's head, removes the hood of her cloak. Her sceptor, seems to be giving off some sort of glow, as she kneels on one knee, with her head hung, but the sceptor held high. The glow, now an immense light, is humming, it almost sounds like Angels singing, and with a loud pop, the sceptor breaks, just like glass infront of her. Angyl stands up, and confines her hands within her cloak, she continues to walk down to the ring gracefully, but slowly. She climbs up on the apron, and raises her arms, as the lights return to normal. She uncloaks herself, and jumps over the ropes, ready to compete. Giving both Vivian and The Network members on the outside a suspicious glance.)

Jerry Walters:
A very extravagant entrance for a very extravagant female. Angyl has been here only a short time and her impressive performance have already given her a chance at the Tag titles here tonight but also a shot at the Livewire title at Bloody Massacre…

Tim May:
A shot that pits her against her very own team-mate Vivian let me just add!

Jerry Walters:
Indeed and if the duo win her, things could get very confusing in there very skeptical relationship already!

(The two Network members jump back onto the apron and Jon Rich is the man who looks to be starting the match for them as he climbs in through the ropes, Vivian steps outside onto the apron for her team making Angyl the starting member. The bell sounds and within seconds Jon Rich has got the smile back on his face and is talking to Angyl as if he was trying to date her, his arms out to his sides ready to take her in for a hug and his way of speaking flirtacious and curiously egotistical.)

Jerry Walters:
I think Jon Rich is chatting Angyl up??

Tim May:
Wouldn’t you?

Jerry Walters:
Not in the middle of a damn match!

(Angyl smiles and Jon thinks he has just done the trick but suddenly she grabs him by the crotch hard and causes Rich to cry out in agony as he begs her to let go, Angyl just smiles and twists them quickly causing Jon to fall to his knees in pure agony! She slams a right into his jaw knocking him down to the canvas then begins stomping on his downed body, she picks him back up and throws him in the corner before hitting a knifehand chop and another, before jumping to the second rope and slamming right hand after right hand into Jon Rich’s Face, the fans are going crazy as they reach the 10 count! Angyl just jumps down and steps back from the turnbuckle letting Jon Rich stumble out toward her and right into a big DDT that lays Rich out on the canvas.)

Jerry Walters:
That’s why Tim! Angyl is dominant quickly in this match and if Jon had thought with the brain in his head he may have got an early start on her. But he didn’t!

Tim May:
Isn’t that a DQ! Angyl grabbed his crotch, that has to be a DQ!

Jerry Walter:
The ref didn’t call it and now Angyl is in control.

(She runs off the ropes and comes back hitting a speedy leg drop across the throat of Rich and hooks the leg for a pin,
1…
2…
No Kickout by Rich, but Angyl is still on him, she grabs him by the head and lifts him to his feet before throwing him toward the ropes across the ring but Rich reverses it and throws Angyl instead, she his the ropes and flies back at Jon Rich who goes for a clothesline but she ducks it and continues across, she bounces of the opposite ropes and back at Rich but Jon is already waiting for her and grabs her into a spinning powerslam that snaps the air out of her body!)

Jerry Walters:
Well the change in the match could be here. It was a case of when the champions overcame the contenders in my opinion and not how. As much respect and admiration I have for the challengers here, they are a make shift team and I don’t believe they have enough team experience to come through here.

Tim May:
Wow, you took the words right out of my mouth!

Jerry Walters:
Maybe that’s why I felt sick after saying it!

(Rich angrily stands back up and holds his Crotch in pain before stomping viciously and fast into the downed body of Angyl, he lifts her backup quickly and into a suplex before dropping her down hard and moving to the turnbuckle, he climbs to the second rope and jumps off landing an elbow right across the top of her forehead before going for the pin,
1…
2…
No Kickout by Angyl, Rich just gets up onto his knee and grabs her by the hair before sickinginly slamming a flurry of fast furious punches into her face and throwing her head back into the canvas before placing his hands over her throat and choking her against the mat. The referee is demanding her breaks it up by Rich is more interested in shouting in Angyl’s, the ref gets to 4 in his count but Rich quickly lets go, before looking up at the ref and giving him a stern warning. He grabs Angyl by the head again and throws her into the Network corner, but Angyl fights back with a right to Jon Richs face then a right to Hurse and again to Rich, she kicks him in the stomach and clotheslines Rich to the ground, Jon Rich is back up quickly though, Angyl runs at him but Rich grabs her and lifts her into a snake eyes right onto the top turnbuckle!)

Jerry Walters:
Quick thinking by Jon Rich! You have to give credit where credit is due and that was a very intelligent move by the Network man.

Tim May:
Of course it was Jerry, he is a Network member, they are all intelligent!

Jerry Walters:
The beginning of this match paints a somewhat different picture in my opinion!

(Rich tags Hurse in and the boos of the fans suddenly gets a lot louder as the rival of Daemon Frost turns Angyl to face him then with all the ego he can muster spits in her face, she wipes it from her eyes but is meet with a swift hand to the jaw that knocks her to the canvas, before being picked up again and hoisted into a Gorilla Press Slam as Hurse shouts more taunts toward Daemon Frost who no doubt watches backstage, suddenly he throws her up in the air and lets her drop only inches behind him stomach first! He shouts at the booing fans then turns back to her grabbing her by the head and holding her in a Pedigree position with her arms hooked before lifting her for a type of Piledriver, suddenly he drops her hard to the mat with the move leaving her lifeless in the middle of the ring, he sluggishly covers expecting a three count,
1…
2…
NO! Vivian charges in to the cheers of the fans and boots Hurse in the head breaking the pin and causing Hurse to go mental, she climbs back out to the apron and Hurse jumps to his feet trying to get hold of her, in turn the referee holds him back, but the confusion sees Jon Rich unnoticed jump to the top rope…The fans are booing loudly as suddenly he flies off hitting The Magnanimous elbow!!! The fans are booing loudly as a smiling Jon Rich rolls out of the ring and raises his hands in the air as if in victory to the abuse hurling front row.)

Jerry Walters:
Oh no! For god sake, those cheating bastards the Network could win this here!?!

Tim May:
THE MAGNANIMOUS ELBOW!!! Oh that’s Magnanimous Jerry!

Jerry Walters:
It’s also an illegal attack! He isn’t the legal man, he shouldn’t have been in the ring at all!

(Hurse just smiles at Vivian before turning back to Angyl and lifting her lifeless body in the air before picking her up by the gut and dropping her into The Absolution (Gutwrench powerbomb into pin.)!!!
1…
2…
NO Vivian jumps in the ring and runs off the ropes before flying back and dropkicking Hurse right in the face once again breaking the pin, the fans are going nuts as the referee grabs Vivian demanding she leaves the ring, she does but looks heated and desperate to get in the ring, Hurse just dabs his lip for signs of blood before pointing at Vivian and shouting some more, he suddenly swings his arms across his chest calling for the match to end, he tags Rich in and grabs Angyl lifting her into the corner and onto the top rope as Jon Rich sets himself up a few feet behind them! The fans are booing loudly at the move that put Nathan Creed out of commission, Hurse climbs the ropes and sets Angyl up for a suplex but suddenly she throws a punch making him volt in pain as she again gives him a shot to the ribs, suddenly she dazes him knocking him off the ropes with a large right hand to the jaw that knocks him right into Jon Rich leaving both men off guard, she jumps to the top rope and in desperation flies off with a double blockbuster that leaves all three wrestlers laid out on the mat. The fans are going crazy as Vivian is going mad in her corner demanding the tag and doing everything she can to get Angyl motivated and moving toward her.)

Jerry Walters:
Oh what a move! What a move by Angyl and now she needs to get Vivian in!!!

Tim May:
I don’t believe it! This match should be over, twice Hurse has had this won!

Jerry Walters:
But he didn’t get it finished and now its all in the air, remember the tag titles are on the line ladies and gentleman!

(Suddenly Rich gets to his feet, still dazed, he looks over to Angyl who is slowly crawling to Vivian, only inches from tagging her, Hurse is up as well and both men grab her, holding a leg each suddenly she uses her arms and pounces up before grabbing the two men around the head at the same time Vivian tag herself in toapping the outflying boot of Angyl who drops the two men down wit a double bulldog before rolling out of the ring in pain, Vivian just perches herself on the top rope as Hurse and Rich both get back up dazed, she flies off and lands on the shoulders of Jon Rich who is the nearer of the two before acrobatically jumping off his shoulders and holding him in a reverse leg scissors keeping herself in the air though by holding the head of Hurse, suddenly she uses all her strength spinning Jon Rich in the air at the same time hitting a devastating Neckbreaker on Hurse that sends the fan wild! She jumps back to her feet and stomps away on Hurse in frustration before turning back to Jon Rich who is on his feet and hitting a big time dropkick that takes him down to the mat. Hurse clumsily gets to his feet and stumbles into the corner, Vivian just grabs him by the head and falls back hitting him with a big monkey flip that slaps Hurse back against the mat! She gets back up and demands Hurse back up, he does so and walks right into a tremendous Superkick by Vivian that knocks Hurse right out of the ring! Suddenly from behind Rich grabs her in a cobra clutch and calls for his move, the ‘get rich quick’ but Vivian counters and drops Rich down with a jawbreaker that’s so powerful it knocks him right back to his feet and off the ropes, he bounces back toward Vivian but she falls and drops him with a drop toe hold before rolling out onto the apron and holding the top rope!!! The fans are going wild as she taunts Rich back to his feet…He gets up…Turns…Vivian jumps to the top rope and propels herself onto his shoulder… She hits a Hurricanrana right into a pin!!!!
1…
2…
3…)

Jerry Walters:
ITS OVER, ITS OVER!!! ANGYL AND VIVIAN ARE THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!

Tim May:
Hurse…Jon…What happened? What happened to the night being the Networks!?! I’m stunned.

Jerry Walters:
And remain that way, because Angyl and Vivian just proved the critics wrong and won this match Tim!

(The referee hands the title to Vivian and goes outside to give the other to Angyl, but she is not there. He looks around the ring but can’t find her anywhere, Vivian seems unphased and stares in awe at the gold in her hand, she is smiling from one side of her face to the other and walks to the turnbuckle holding the belt in the air, the fans are going crazy as the referee raises his hands in the air in confusion to another official as he begins looking under the ring for Angyl. Vivian just turns to an angry Hurse holding Jon Rich up and points at the gold before wrapping it around her waist! Hurse is furious as the duo head back through the curtain. Vivian jumps down expecting to see her partner celebrating but still the officials are unsure where she is…Suddenly the lights go out…)

Jerry Walters:
What’s going on Tim? We just lost the arena lighting here and believe me, you cannot see your own hands in this arena…I think the whole electrical circuit has gone out, not even our monitors are working!

Tim May:
Do you think there is a power cut somewhere?

Jerry Walters:
I hope not, otherwise the fans at home won’t hear a thing we are saying!?!

Tim May:
Really? HEY YOU PIECES OF FUCKING SCUM, I HATE YOU, HATE YOU ALL!!!!

Jerry Walters:
Er…Tim…It’s not a power cut, they can still hear you…

Tim May:
…Ah…Erm…Damn!

(The sound of a light storm can be heard, the light grumbling of the thunder suddenly the lights come back but not a lot, the purple lighting returning to a misty canvas floor and rampway, smoke bellowing from all directions, Vivian is still in the ring unsure what is happening, suddenly standing behind her with the other title over her shoulder is someone faintly resembling Angyl!?! The shock of the fans is obvious as the person is recognized as the advertised Eclyplica!!! ANGYL’S ALTER EGO!!! The boos sound out as the lights return to normal, Vivian turns to see her but in the same instant is smashed in the face with the Tag gold leaving her out on the canvas floor. The fans are booing loudly as Eclyplica just grabs the second tag team title and holds both in the air before standing on the downed body of Vivian, she throws the belt over her chest and looks down on Vivian before saying the words “The Livewire title…Is mine” She just smiles and rolls under the ring ropes placing the tag title back over her shoulder and looking back in the ring as a dazed and hurt Vivian grabs the middle rope helping herself back up before looking up the ramp in shock at the change in looks and attitude of her partner…Eclyplica!)


Somewhere in Ontario…

(The sound of a life support machine can be heard and the sound of a pulse register, the bleep a nice, constant level, the camera slowly turns to see AWOL there in the bed, still in a coma unmoved from how he was only a month or so ago, the wounds on his face and body have cleared up but his conscious state is still a long way off, if indeed it is ever to return. Suddenly a bunch of flowers rests on the chest of AWOL, the camera turns to see who it is and standing over his beside is Conrad Gray, the man who had booked AWOL into a match for just 2 weeks time, a match that would see Conrad destroy and uncouncious man, a match heavily criticized by media circles who had not made light of the story due to Conrad’s millions being spent on the privacy of the matter staying away from the eyes and ears of his love Vivian. Conrad smiles and sits himself next to AWOL, still somewhat nervous in his presence.)

Conrad:
AWOL, dear, dear friend…It’s been a long time since I saw you last…

(The sound of Conrad’s voice seems to register to AWOL who still doesn’t move or awaken, but the bleep registering his heart beat rises.)

Conrad:
I know your in there, you and that monster that’s beneath that wasted away skin of yours…I know you want to tear me apart for coming back, for tricking your little girlfriend and for making you figh without a chance of winning, without a hope…I know you want to make a big comeback and have the world at your feet…But its not going to happen. I am going to get my revenge AWOL, I am going to get my retribution and you my old foe, will be able to do nothing but lay there, dead, just wishing in that head of yours that soon…Soon, it will end.

(Conrad carefully touches his face, some old scars still marked around it.)

Conrad:
Much like I once did…Like when you held me and tortured me until I was no more then a mess with a body…Oh AWOL, I wished every day, every night and every second that my torture would end and that either you’d let me go, or just kill me…You are going to wish you done the latter my dear AWOL…Because when Bloody Massacre comes round, its going to be me…And you…Anything goes…And I…AM NEVER…Going to let you…Get away with an easy beating. I am going to torture your unconscious body until you are left with your last breathe and I am going to beat you until you suddenly awaken and with that last breath…PLEA FOR MY FORGIVENESS!!!

(Conrad stands up and brushes down his suit before turning to AWOL, he smiles at the fast heartbeat of the machine now and calms himself down before placing some grapes on the table beside AWOL.)

Conrad:
But until then AWOL…Rest…Sleep…And Dream... Dream of all the wishes, good fortune and dreams you had, maybe its marrying Vivian, or having a family, or maybe its off the loves and lifes you threw away when you stole me and made me the vengeful soul I am today, dream of your greatest loves AWOL…Because at Bloody Massacre, all that is coming, are the nightmares of a sin you are destined to be punished for. Good night my old friend.

(Conrad just smiles and walks out of the room as AWOL’s heart monitor goes faster then ever, Nurses charge into the room and to his side as Conrad just stares evilly back into the ward and at the sleeping monster of AWOL, the man who he faces unfairly at Bloody Massacre.)


Back In the Arena

Jerry Walters: That is sickening, I can’t believe the gutless distaste of Conrad Gray, he seems to get worse every week, I mean not only has he got AWOL hidden under poor Vivian’s nose but he is there taunting him, bragging of what he will do to a comatose man in the ring!

Tim May:
Don’t you remember what AWOL done to Conrad? Don’t you remember what that monster put him through!?! He tortured Conrad and had him lowered down from a ceiling with his face ripped apart. Don’t you remember that bag he handed to the High Rollers with messed up bits of Conrad in it? I mean I bet that took millions of dollars and a lot of surgeons to give Conrad his looks back!

Jerry Walters:
Oh I remember and I didn’t agree with AWOL then, I thought that was sickening, but Tim, this is Conrad stooping lower then that. He is going to fight an unconscious man in the middle of the ring and he is going to enjoy it! He is admitting that publicly!

Tim May:
So he should! As the saying goes, ‘Payback is a bitch’

Jerry Walters:
You’re sick, SICK.


World Number one Contenders match
Orlando Cruze Vs Damien

("Twinkle Twinkle Little Star... How I wonder what you are..."
The little children's voices are covered by a loud scream., and that is replaced by a sinister voice

"ALL YOUR SOULS ARE BELONG TO ME!"

The lights start to slowly fade, as "Bloodline" by Seraphim Shock starts to play. A lone candle is lit on the rampway. Flickering, ever so brightly, almost hypnotising. With a large bang, the candle goes completely up in flames, making the figure of a man, the man walks out from the fire, completely untouched by the flames. He slowly walks towards the ring, avoiding the fans, at all cost. He slides into the ring, and warms up a little, awaiting his opponent, the mans name is Damien and he awaits the face of Orlando Cruze as he just stares up the ramp and into the curtained area for his opponent to appear.)

Jerry Walters:
Here we go ladies and gentleman, the main event of the evening and the most important match of the career of the two men about to stand in front of us here in the arena.

Tim May:
I cant believe this is happening still Jerry, Damien would have had Sean Johnson beat and finished, he would have won fair and square by count-out but as usual Sheryl had to stand in the way of a good win for the man who should be going to Bloody Massacre!

Jerry Walters:
He still has that chance Tim, the belt is within grasp, but he needs a win here, I think Sheryl done the right thing and tonight we will find out who is going to Bloody Massacre and to the Weapons Lair!!!

(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 fans are going wild as the camera pans onto certain Pro-Orlando signs. 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 causing another huge reaction from the full Canadian arena in Ontario.)

Jerry Walters:
Here he is! This is his dream, his goal, this is what he has wanted all his life and now is his time to take it with both hands! But it’s not going to be easy, Damien is Just as hungry and the winner of this one is going to be the man who wants it most!

Tim May:
Orlando doesn’t even deserve this! He isn’t ready and it was said best when Orlando was stated as ‘The nearly man’ because that is what he is, Orlando ‘nearly man’ Cruze!

Jerry Walters:
If you can’t give him credit, recognize the fact that Cruze is at least here, he is at least in the arena and prepared for this match, he is focused and tonight the better man will go on to Bloody Massacre.

(The fans are cheering louder then ever as the music dies down and the referee pads both men down allowing the tension of the matches beginning to show. The two men just stare at each other with victorious intent at the forefront of there minds and the level of focus and motivation is that of no match they have ever been in before. The referee calls for the bell and as soon as it sounds like two warriors pitched in a battle for there lives the two men charge into the centre of the ring wasting no time whatsoever and straight away the lefts and rights flow both men not taking turns to test one another, just wildly throwing, seeing who will back down first, who is the first to stumble, for a good few minutes, its seems neither man will, both men standing there ground, determined to come out on top. But with flowing ferocity Damien sends a knee into the stomach of Orlando Cruze causing the 6ft 7” man to bend down and fall right into a DDT by Damien who sits right back up and shakes the cobwebs from his head. The 195 pound Damien seemed to have taken the worst of the punches but either way slows the pace down dropping Orlando to the mat.)

Jerry Walters:
Damien needed that move. Cruze is the stronger man and he couldn’t have stood in the wake of those punches much longer.

Tim May:
See Intelligence by Damien, a distinct feature for a champion – PROOF! He should not be fighting this, he should be handed the belt.

Jerry Walters:
How much crap can you spew in one god damn night Tim!?! Both these men deserve this chance and both these men have got it!

(Damien gets back to his feet taking a deep breath and grabs Orlando who is on his hand and knees before holding him against the ropes before hitting some knifehand chops, he boots him in the stomach and then it’s a stiff uppercut to the jaw of the larger wrestler, he grabs Orlando’s arm and throws him across the ring but Orlando counters and throws Damien, he tries for the big boot, but Damien is too quick and ducks under it and runs across the ring further before bouncing off the ropes again and jumping at Orlando who just catches him to the delight of the fans…Orlando shouts to the arena who shout cheers back at him before watching him execute a huge Fallaway slam on the cruiserweight Damien, the move is so powerful Damien hits the mat and rolls right out of the ring and to the outside. Orlando gets back to his feet and quickly follows him out, he grabs Damien by the head and throws him toward the metal ring post, but Damien manages to pull on the breaks in an Al Snow kind of way just before, Orlando charges at him but Damien moves and Orlando slams shoulder first into the post, the force of the blow causing him to stand limp against it. Damien uses this to his advantage and dropkicks his Shoulder against the post once more, before grabbing his arm and dragging him to the safety mats before slamming him down with an arm breaker. Orlando just grabs his arm in pain as Damien smiles getting back to his feet. He hears the referee counting and rolls in the ring, the referee gets to 8 but Orlando forces himself up and rolls under the bottom rope in pain. Damien just jumps on him as soon as he enters the ring slamming right after right into his face before getting up and jumping to the second rope before flying off with a leg drop right across the injured shoulder of Orlando. He turns his position and wraps his legs around the arm of Orlando now locking in an armbar as the referee asks Cruze if he is ready to give up, the answer is typically no.)

Jerry Walters:
Orlando Cruze is hurt Tim, that post into his shoulder has caused some real damage and if you ask me this could now become an uphill challenge for Cruze with Damien being so tactical and precise about his attacks!

Tim May:
It was an uphill challenge from the time Orlando got in the ring! He can bring Creed, he can bring his family, his friends, but he was never a contender in this match, he was a filler!

Jerry Walters:
A filler!?! Orlando Cruze could rip the skin of your body Tim! He is one of the greatest in ring wrestlers of present day and one of the best adaptable wrestlers I can ever remember seeing!

Tim May:
Whoa, whoa! I was kidding….Kinda…Chill ‘Doc Holiday!’

(Damien keeps the armbar locked in causing Orlando to cry in pain, suddenly though Orlando rolls Damien over into a pin, 1… But Damien quickly uses his leg strength and drops Orlando back to the ring mat and tightens his hold on Orlando who rethinks his way out of the position he is in, he reaches for the ropes but is nowhere near them, he lays in agony once more keeping his shoulder of the ground at all costs, suddenly he pushes himself up once again holding Damien in another pinning predicament, but this time he gets to his feet before the ref can count and in pure agony lifts Damien off the ground while the smaller man is still hanging on his arm!)

Jerry Walters:
OHH Look at this strength!

Tim May:
NO! Damien get down! Down!

(Orlando just swings his arm the force of the throw breaking the lock and sending Damien hard across the canvas, Orlando grabs his arm in agony falling back to one knee, but suddenly Damien charges back at him like a dog after a bone, but Orlando sees him this time and grabs him in mid run and dropping him with a huge spinebuster causing Damien to arch himself and grab his back! Orlando still looks hurt and takes a second to rest his arm a little, Damien however is once again back up and looking angry, he runs at Orlando, but once again Orlando sees him coming and drops down lifting Damien for a back body drop but Damien counters grabbing the top rope and landing feet first on the apron, he grabs Orlando’s arm and drops to the safety mats hanging him shoulder first on the top rope, the spring of the ropes knocking Orlando right back off his feet!)

Jerry Walters:
Again clever move by Damien and Orlando is really struggling, that arm seems to have a target wrote on it, a Bullseye of sorts and Damien is hitting it with every shot in the book!

Tim May:
Imagine what he would do to Kitten at the Weapons Lair if he can do this to someone like Orlando in a contendership match!

Jerry Walters:
…… Its Predator, in recent memory when have you known her as Kitten? Idiot!

(Damien rolls back in the ring and begins stomping on the shoulder of Cruze before standing him up and twisting his arm before holding it in a hammerlock, he quickly manuovres back to Orlando’s side and tugs on the arm, then again before slamming a big elbow into the rear of the shoulder knocking Orlando back to one knee, he twists it more causing Orlando to get back up in pain but suddenly out of pure adrenalin Orlando tugs his arm toward him throwing Damien at him with pace, but Orlando swings hard and catches Damien with a devastating Clothesline that knocks Damien inside out and puts both men on the mat! The fans are going nuts as neither man moves! They are stamping and chanting for Orlando to get up but the damage seems done already. Damien rolls toward the ropes and grabs the middle one forcing himself back to one knee. Across from him the fans seem to be helping Orlando who also reaches one knee, but with a struggle, his damaged arm now held across his chest, both men suddenly fight to there vertical bases and inraged Damien charges at Orlando but Cruze turns and catches him with his good hand before lifting him for a huge chokeslam that drops Damien flat out on the mat, the fans go wild as Orlando calls for his finisher, he grabs Damien and picks him up into a bearhug type position before seating him on the top rope. He calls for his finisher again, but Damien kicks him in the face causing Orlando to grab at his mouth in shock, he turns back to Damien but the smaller man is already perched and comes off hitting an identical version of the Cruze Missile dropkick!!!! The fans are booing loudly as Daemon jumps on a downed Orlando for the cover,
1…
2…
NOOOO! Orlando kicks out at the last minute!! Damien is shocked as are a lot of the people in the crowd, Damien angrily gets back to his feet and suddenly kneels slightly in the corner his hand the thigh of his front leg, the other hand issuing for Orlando to stand up, the referee is helping Orlando to his feet even though the fans are screaming for Orlando to stay down, suddenly as he stands Damien charges for the Unholy Confessions Superkick, but Orlando moves and Damien hits the referee instead the slapping sound coming right off the officials chin causing the fans to “eww!”)

Jerry Walters:
OHH MY!!!! The referee just got a shot of the Unholy Confessions!!!

Tim May:
We have no official! Who is going to stop Orlando’s cronies coming in now!?!

Jerry Walter:
I’m pretty sure Orlando’s friends won’t be the problem!!!

(Damien swears to himself after hitting the ref but as he turns Orlando takes his legs away from him and locks in the Defcon 5(Walls of Jericho!)!!! The fans are going crazy as Damien screams out in pain trying to reach the ropes, Orlando locks it in harder and Damien actually starts tapping to a huge eruption from the crowd, but there is no referee!!! Suddenly from the back its Ravnos!! The LivEvil member and the 7ft monster charges down the ramp but before he can reach the apron the 6ft 7” Orlando Cruze has let go of Damien and has charged at the ropes leaping right over them and onto the huge figure of Ravnos taking him down! He gets back to his feet and rolls in the ring heading back for Damien who is up on one knee, he turns to face him but out of nowhere Damien slams the Unholy Confessions Superkick right into Orlando Cruze’s jaw knocking him down as well! He calls to Ravnos outside the ring and orders him to grab something from under the ring, the fans are now booing loudly as Ravnos pulls out a tied up bag and a steel chair throwing both in the ring toward Damien. The LivEvil member just grabs Orlando and slams him back down with another DDT before rolling to the bag and untying it. He opens it up and tips out THUMBTACKS!!! The fans are already chanting ‘Holy shit’ as Damien throws the back aside and grabs Orlando, he props him in the corner then sets up the chair in front of him before running to the other side of the ring and charging across at him he jumps off the chair hitting Orlando right across the throat with a big leg Lariet before propping him back up and hitting a stinging right hand, he runs across the ring once more and again flies off the chair but this time Orlando catches him and positions him for a powerbomb, But Ravnos grabs the ankle of Orlando Cruze who looks down unable to move, Damien slams some right fists into his head and manages to swing round his head and stand himself on the top rope, suddenly though Orlando kicks Ravnos away and turns hitting a crushing Right hand on Damien, suddenly the fans go crazy as Orlando grabs his throat and stands on the middle rope…SWITCHBLADE CHOKESLAM RIGHT ON THE THUMBTACKS!!!!!)

Jerry Walters: OHHHHH!!!!! DAMIEN IS IN AGONY AND ORLANDO SHOULD HAVE THIS!!!

Tim May:
The referee is still not up, no injustices today thank you!

Jerry Walters:
OH this is no injustice, this is amazing wrestling by both of this men!!!

(Orlando sluggishly covers and hooks the leg, but the referee is not around and Cruze closes his eyes in disbelief as he gets off the blood covered Damien tacks still stuck deep into his back and into the knees of Orlando, suddenly Ravnos again gets involved climbing over the ropes and stalking the rising Orlando, Cruze turns and Sees Ravnos who grabs him for a chokeslam but Orlando counters kicking Ravnos in the balls as hard as he can! The monster just curls up in pain and Orlando grabs his throat before clotheslining Ravnos right over the ropes and back to the outside! Suddenly the fans go nuts as Predator comes out seemingly interested in the winner, she still looks a little tired from her match earlier but walks to the ring distracting Orlando who is shouting at her to go back into the locker room, she just ignores him, but the fans suddenly go nuts as a injured Nathan Creed comes out as well, he hobbles his way down to the ring and sees Ravnos getting back to his knees, he slams the one of his crutches over the back of the big men knocking him to the ground, then points at Predator! The fans are going nuts and Orlando looks more confident, he turns to Damien but an angry Damien just grabs him and lifts him off his feet before Hitting ‘TO HELL!!!’ (180 degree spin with Downward Spiral.) Right on the Thumbtacks!!! Orlando has metal tacks all over his face and the referee is coming to!!! Damien calls to the official and desperately covers Orlando.)

Jerry Walters:
That’s the first time we have seen the to hell and my god its devastating!!! Orlando must be out now!

Tim May:
Out is not the word for it! Justice! WOOO!

(The referee slowly crawls to where he is covering Orlando and pushes the tacks away not even registering them as an illegal weapon, he counts,
1…
2…
3.. NOOOOOOO!!!!! ORLANDO CRUZE KICKED OUT!!!! Damien can’t believe it, he is in shock! He gets to his feet and grabs the Referee before clotheslining him to the ground knocking the official flat out! He turns back to Orlando who is up on one knee, h grabs him but Orlando counters by taking away his legs and going for the Defcon 5 but out of nowhere NATHAN CREED ATTACKS ORLANDO SLAMMING A CRUTCH ACROSS HIS BACK! Orlando falls right into a rollup by Damien, but again there is no referee! The fans are booing loudly as a in raged Nathan Creed jumps in the ring showing no injury at all!!! He grabs the downed official and shakes him, Damien lets go off the roll up and demands Creed puts the shirt, on, Nathan just smiles as an expressionless Predator watches on. Creed places the shirt on and slides over to Damien who pins Orlando again,
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NOOOOOO Orlando kicked out of Nathan Creeds mocking count! The fans are going crazy as Damien screams at Creed, Nathan gets back to his feet and the two men seem to be arguing amongst themselves, Creed though suddenly goes to punch Damien but he counters and drops Creed with another To Hell!!!! He rips the shirt off Creed and kicks him out of the ring but turns back to Orlando once again looking for the Superkick as Orlando uses the turnbuckle to get back up, he does and turns to see Damien lunge at him but he moves and pushes Damien chest first right into the turnbuckle Damien bounces back out dazed but turns right into the DEFCON 5!!!! ORLANDO LOCKS IT IN!!!)

Jerry Walters:
ORLANDO HAS THE SUBMISSION MOVE IN BUT THERE IS NO REFEREE!!! WHAT THE HELL, COME ON REF WAKE UP!!!

Tim May:
NOO! THIS IS UNFAIR, HE CHEATED, HE CHEATED!!!

Jerry Walters:
No! That no good Nathan Creed tried to cheat it from his old friend, he got jealous, the little bastard got jealous and tried to take Orlando’s glory!! COME ON REF!!!

(Orlando locks it in harder and refuses to let go, Damien is screaming in pain, but the referee is not budging, not moving an inch, Orlando locks the move in harder and suddenly a huge eruption of cheers comes from the fans as Predator slides in the ring and places the referee shirt on!!! Orlando pushes one more time with the lock and Damien TAPSSS, HE TAPSSS, PREDATOR CALLS FOR THE BELL, ITS OVER, ORLANDO CRUZE DONE IT! HE DONE IT!!! ORLANDO CRUZE IS GOING TO BLOODY MASSACRE!!!)

Jerry Walters:
YESSSS!!! ORLANDO CRUZE HAS DONE IT! HE IS NOW ONE STEP AWAY FROM HIS DREAM! Orlando Cruze come through all the odds and ITS Orlando Cruze…That’s going to Bloody Massacre!!!

Tim May:
No! It’s injust! It’s not fair! Damien had this match won! It’s not fair damn it!

(Orlando lets go off the hold and looks to see Predator walking back up the rampway clapping his victory as once more ‘In the Shadows’ by Rasmus plays over the sound system. The fans are so loud you can’t hear yourself speak, Cruze just looks relieved, he has done it, he is going to Bloody Massacre, he fought the odds and he is going to the PPV to fight for his dream!!! The final scenes show Predator and Orlando staring at each other in a mixture of respect, admiration and preparation for what is to come…Suddenly the ULW lettering appears on the screen and FUF ends.)

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