July 9th 2004 - Let the War Begin


(Everything remains red as the smiling face of a crazed AWOL turns into three faces with a trip looking effect, the mellow horrific sounds of an orchestra plays in the background as the scene cuts to Retribution and Sheryl in normal colour now is seen talking to Daemon.)

Daemon:
Sheryl parading your propaganda to me is not worth your time or mine...AWOL knows what he is doing.

Sheryl:
Does he?

Daemon:
What is that meant to mean?

(The scene skips a little.)

Sheryl:
Daemon, AWOL is far from himself and he is far from Holy War, let alone anything else...He may have killed my brother for all I know in a very unceremonisly way and I intend to gain my vengeance on him just as soon as i get my brother back...I was simply going to warn you that his actions on his partner tonight, might not exile the same to those of you in Holy War.

(The scene then darkens into completely black before returning, this time to a dark room, Conrad Gray is seen tied up and bleeding as AWOL leans over him, the scene is in slow motion his voice godly over the top of it leaving an eerie feeling to all those watching.)

AWOL:
Did you hear them Conrad? Did you hear the voice of AWOL crying out for me to do the right thing??? NO OF COURSE YOU DIDN’T!!! But he is confused, poisoned by the likes of you and your sister, poisoned by those people you call fans, to win by doing things correctly… Why? When doing the right thing in the wrong way is so much more effective?

(Conrad begins crying his fear simply growing as AWOL laughs briefly at his muffled cries for forgiveness.)

AWOL:
Oh Conrad…Feel forgiven… I haven’t killed you….I had your Sister finished and myself and Daemon Frost would have got our revenge and done it the right way, maybe if we had this would never have happened this would never of had to happen, but there is a man who can be blamed…

(There is a delayed silence before the raging voice of AWOL yells out.)

AWOL: That man is Lethal Weapon, Conrad…He is to blame for this, he cost me my chance at real revenge on the owner of this company and I intend to do what so many other have tried…And at Nuclear Warfare…

(Another delayed silence before an evil laugh echoes out followed by the haunting words.)

AWOL:
I end the legacy of Lethal Weapon once…And for all!

(Suddenly the fading picture of a scared Conrad is meet with the mellow chords of the beginning of ‘We are’ by Ana Johnsson, The piano chords trigger the show of the entrances of HellRazor, Sean Johnson and Too Magnificent as the match prepares to begin, with that the chorus kicks in and AWOL’s entrance blasts out and the big man comes to the ring. Shots of the match begin to play out.

“Mag runs across the ring looking to gain some momentum but as he runs back at AWOL the biggest bastard in the ULW steps upright and slaps his wrist around the throat of Magnificent before lifting him high in the air, CHOKESLAM!”

Jerry Walters:
MY GOD! AWOL is so destructive! What the hell happened to the old AWOL!

Tim May:
Seems he blames Weapon for changing him! And this is the monster inside he has been talking about!

Jerry Walters: The monster? This is more then a monster!

“AWOL roars before calling for the daisy cutter as Magnificent gets back up but from behind HellRazor slaps his hand on AWOL’s back and tags himself in to a huge cheer from the fans! AWOL is furious and goes to attack HellRazor but the referee bravely stops him and demands him back to his corner. He just stares at the official, but the senior referee does not move, AWOL turns and it looks like he is going to actually obey the referee, suddenly he swings hitting the official with a huge clothesline!!! He picks the motionless referee’s body up and throws him clear over the top rope and to the outside!”

“HellRazor lashes out hitting AWOL with a big right hand and another and another, AWOL is staggered, HellRazor seems to really be having an effect on AWOL, he suddenly lifts AWOL onto his shoulder and drops him for a huge spinebuster that shakes the ring! He stands back up to the cries and cheers of the crowd and calls for his finisher!!! He stalks AWOL as the big man slowly gets back up, he turns and is lifted onto the shoulder of HellRazor THE WHEEL CHAIR EFFECT(Fireman’s carry into a Stunner)!!! HE HITS IT AND AWOL FLIES RIGHT BACK TO HIS FEET”

“Mag grabs him…MIDAS TOUCH (Neckdrop DDT)!!! HE HITS IT, HE HITS IT!!! JOHNSON FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE HURRICANE JOHNSON (Moonsault into Leg drop), HE HITS IT HIS MOVE AS WELL AND AWOL IS MOTIONLESS! MAG COVERS… He slams the mat calling for the referee to wake back up, the official does and in pain counts,
1…
2….
3.. NOOO!!! AWOL KICKED OUT!!! HE KICKED OUT!!!”

Jerry Walters: Three Finishers in a row and AWOL survived! He kicked out and survived Johnson and Magnificent are in shock!

Tim May:
So am I!!!

“Mag, gets back to his feet seeing the amazing site of AWOL back on one knee, he walks at a pace to AWOL and grabs him by the head before calling for the third Midas Touch of the match but AWOL suddenly lifts him and drops him into a big Spinebuster before rising quickly back to his feet and stalking Mag…The Livewire Champion stand and AWOL lifts him across his chest before placing him on the top turnbuckle he walks to the top himself and calls for the Semper Fi Backbreaker (Top rope Backbreaker!!!!”

Jerry Walters: Oh My god! Tim we haven’t seen this since his match against Shawn Hall in the HSW, there is no way he can do this, Magnificent will be destroyed!!!

“The referee counts the pin and AWOL rises to his feet like the match had only just begun, he smiles sadistically but the cheers from the arena get amazingly loud as suddenly Phil styles jumps over the barrier and up onto the ULW apron, he starts trash talking AWOL but before AWOL can move Riggs grabs his ankles and trips him onto his face! AWOL is furious, he gets back to his feet and turns to Riggs trying to grab him from over the top rope but the CMW man just smiles!! AWOL then realizes his eyes widening, he turns but Weapon is already propped GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR! GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR, WEAPON HIT IT!!!!!!! THIS TIME AWOL WAS CAUGHT!!!!!!! Weapon gets back to his feet and jumping up to his feet through Adrenalin throws his arm across his chest and talks trash over and over to AWOL!!! Before rolling out of the ring grabbing the destroyed body of Magnificent and throwing him over his shoulder before walking back up the ramp to the sound of “I Stand Alone” By Godsmack, AWOL remains on the floor this time and rolls onto his front, his teeth grinding together as the fury in his face shows.”

Jerry Walters:
YES! YES! WEAPON HIT IT AND AWOL STAYED DOWN THAT TIME!

Tim May:
He got it Jerry! Bout time as well! But look at his face, this is far from over, you know this is far…From over!

(The last chords of the song by Ana Johnsson – ‘We Are’ dies off as the picture of Lethal and AWOL begins to fade, the anger on both men’s faces clear to see and the need for revenge clear in the expression of AWOL.)

FUCKED UP FRIDAY – LIVE FROM THE MELLON ARENA, PENNSYLVANIA, PITTSBURGH!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Suddenly the scenes of Retribution fade into the opening entrance of FUF, the sound of Wake it up by KoRn playing loudly as quick scenes of Bullseye, Monoxide, Phantom, X and Celestra play through. The FUF Initials stream over the screen followed by more shots of AWOL, Weapon, Frost, Xavier, Magnum and Hellkat. Blood is seen pouring down the faces of various wrestlers Johnson, Hurse, Psycho and others. The show entrance then ends with the shots of Orlando, Creed, Brooks another shot of Hellkat and then Chapel before the FUF initials again appear this time the explosions behind it seemingly holding it in place in the middle of the screen before the shot fades to the Mellon Arena in Pittsburgh. Fireworks explode from the ring and the stage area, as the fans go nuts the cheering and excitement seemingly one of the loudest yet as ULW debuts in Pittsburgh the hometown of Too Magnificent. The camera swing around the sold out seated arena, the fans all in there seats the popcorn and the coke bought, not one empty seat to be seen. Different signs are flapped into the lens of the cameras who search out the crowd reactions to last wees event. “AWOL Fears Weapon” – “Orlando Was screwed” just some of the signs being held. The scene then cuts to Jerry Walters and Tim May at ringside the two men looking around the arena in astonishment to the amount of hype surrounding the show. They both then look back at the camera.)

Jerry Walters:
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, welcome to Fucked up Friday and we can hardly hear ourselves think here in the Mellon Arena, Pennsylvania, Pittsburgh its like being at a Pay Per View!

Tim May:
It’s like being back in England Jerry! These fans are crazed!

Jerry Walters:
But it’s like a Pay Per View here tonight for more then one reason ladies and gentleman, the matches for tonight could be a pay per view event!

Tim May:
Oh without a doubt, there all Pay Per View Quality, but the one I am looking forward to Jerry has to be The Main Event, AWOL and Daemon Frost Vs Lethal Weapon and Xavier.

Jerry Walters:
What a match! That’s all I can say, what a match! AWOL the biggest Craziest bastard in the ULW and right now who would argue Versus the ULW Hall of Famer, the veteran of the ring, the Number one Assassin Lethal Weapon and either side of them you have Daemon Frost one of the fastest rising stars in the business and the Team leader and former ROW world Champion, Xavier!

Tim May:
I know! I know! I can’t wait Jerry!

Jerry Walters:
Oh but that’s not all, no, Hometown boy Too Magnificent defends his Livewire title for the first time right here in Pennsylvania, Pittsburgh and the chants have already been going for him here, the popularity of this man in his hometown unmatchable by anyone!

Tim May:
But he has a hell of a challenge! That man being Derek Steel and we saw during the week the intensity in this man to finally get the job done!

Jerry Walters:
That we did, but we also saw a much more intense Hellkat, oh you know what I’m talking about Tim!?! The 8 Man Tag team match, Hellkat, G-Nation, Hurse Vs Magnum, Bullseye and Coven members Serenity and Tristan!!

Tim May:
There is no saying where that match is going to go Jerry, but what the hell was our GM Shane Leonard thinking putting the High Rollers against each other??

Jerry Walters:
Well only he can answer that for you Tim, but what a great job done so far by these GM’s, this is a huge event and we haven’t even had the first match and these people are on there feet!

(With that the lights in the arena go out the fans being left in confusion as to who might enter the arena Suddenly ‘The Most Sadistic’ by Necro hits the speakers and the fans erupt louder then ever jumping to there feet cameras going ten to the dozen as the name Too Magnificent flashes over the viewer, the lights return to a blast of pyro, with that Too Magnificent walks out a smile on his face, the fans are going absolutely nuts, he stands at the top of the ramp and adjusts the Livewire Belt on his shoulder before brushing the shoulders of his Armani suit then taking the cigar from his mouth and bringing it down to his waist where his Magnificent Belt is wrapped around his waist. He walks down the ramp the fans leaning right over the barrier to get a touch of him. He reaches the ring and walks to the steps, climbing them before entering the ring. The fans are going absolutely nuts and the ‘Too Mag’ chants are bellowing from ever angle. His music stops but was barely hearable before anyway, the chants of the fans simply continue and Mag, is took back a bit by the reaction as they calm down Mag takes the microphone from the announcer and again adjust his title before walking around the ring listening to the gathering silence for a second.)

Magnificent:
…………………..Pennsylvania, Pittsburgh…I’m Home!

(A huge eruption comes just from Mag’s first words! The cheers loud and clear as Mag looks up a smile on his face, he waits for them to calm down then continues.)

Magnificent:
Now I got memories of this arena, I got memories of this place, I got so many god damn memories from my childhood right until the day I moved away to Canada, but even though I did move, this place has always been in my heart and mind and will always be my one and only true home.

(Another cheer goes up as Magnificent continues to circle the ring looking at the fans.)

Magnificent:

(A boo sounds out as Magnificent stops and looks up the ramp, nodding his head in agreement.)

Magnificent:
It feels strange to agree with you guys, cause everywhere else I go I am booed out of the arena, but this is Pittsburgh and simply put the rest don’t matter.

(Another huge cheer echoes out as the Hometown boy continues to cause a reaction.)

Magnificent:
But back to Steel, tonight you fight me for my gold in a singles match one on one, a match I am already expected to win and a match I am sure as hell not going to lose, not here, not in Pittsburgh and not in front of my hometown fans, But Steel you are not the only one I have to prepare for, tonight there is also a contendership match for my title, Psycho, Chapel, Brooks and HellRazor, the winner no doubt facing me at Nuclear Warfare and you know what I have got to say about all of it, about the four pieces of crap fighting to earn there place against me? About Derek Steel??? Let me tell you….Fuck it! Fuck it all!!!

(The fans go crazy as Magnificent just shrugs them all off.)

Magnificent:
I am the Livewire champion, the Magnificent Champion, god damn it, I stand here with my cigar, in my Armani suit, my belts and you know what already I have wasted everyone’s time talking about Steel and the others when really I should be pointing out maybe the greatest NHL player of all time and my good friend right here in the front row People, MARIO LEMEIUX!!!!

(A huge eruption goes up as Mario stands up a smile on his face he points to Too Mag in the ring who points back at him, the two men sharing a quick joke before Mario turns giving the fans a quick wave before sitting back down.)

Magnificent:
But whoa, whoa, whoa, before you cheer this guy, let me tell you something about Mario, this is the man who made the Hockey Hall of Fame, number 66 Mario Lemeiux, this is a man who had a whole night dedicated back in 97’ one of the greatest of all time, but come on Mario…Where the hell was my invite to your god damn ceremony?

(The fans laugh as an embarrassed Mario just shrugs to Magnificent.)

Magnificent:
Back in 97’ this man, this man right here in the front row, left the sport of Hockey but he left behind a legacy, a history that every sportsman only dreams about, Ladies and Gentleman he’s back now and better then ever, Mario Lemeiux!

(A Huge eruption goes out again as Magnificent just shares some words with Mario who claps Magnificent respectfully. Mag then turns back to the entrance ramp.)

Magnificent:
Back to tonight, it’s me and Derek Steel one on one and god damn it, I start a legacy of my own tonight, I start a history of my own and there is not a damn thing Derek Steel or anyone can do about it, because this hometown boy just raised the bar on these fools!

(Suddenly he throws the mic aside to the cheers of the fans, he jumps through the ropes and walks to Mario the two men sharing some more words and a handshake before Mag walks round to the entranceway and raises his title in the air to the adoring fans of his hometown.)



Jerry Walters:
Nuclear Warfare Ladies and Gentleman only a few weeks away one of the biggest Pay Per Views of the ULW year and not only do we have some huge matches but five surprise names are being awarded places in the ULW hall of fame.

Tim May:
Surprise my ass! You are awarding them, I bet you know who they are?

Jerry Walters:
I honestly have no idea, all I know is that five of the ULW’s most achieved athletes will be given there reward and will be remembered forever in the walls of the Hall of Fame along with the likes of Lethal Weapon and Cell Block.

Tim May:
Cell Block is in the Hall of Fame!??!

Jerry Walters:
Yes and rightly so!

Tim May:
Well, matter of opinion I suppose!


Bruce Lomond Vs Falcifer

(Every light source providing the packed out arena dies. The crowd are shocked by the sudden death as a faint sound of the wind echoes throughout the arena. The sound gradually gets louder until the opening recognized tones of "Crawling" by Linkin Park take over from the wind. A faint mist begins to take over the stage but its blown away when "Crawling" hits its hard beat and a massive timed explosion takes place on the impressive stage. The fire rises high to reveal a stage shrouded in smoke. Five spotlights dance in the smoke, every now and then one will pick up on a shadow through the "fog" The smoke begins to drift away from the stage to reveal "The Hatred." The spotlights immediately home in on the young athlete. The crowd suddenly cheer for Bruce Lomond as he strolls to the end of the stage and begins his descent down the ramp. He pays not one second of attention to the crowd as his eyes are firmly focused on the ring. He stops at the end of the ramp and looks up at the rafters of the building, after a few moments he jumps up onto the apron of the ring and enters through the gap between the top and middle rope. The arena lights are restored as the spotlights and "Crawling" fades.)

Jerry Walters:
Bruce Lomond is out here, one of the most underrated wrestlers in the industry and right here, right now in the Mellon Arena, Pennsylvania, Pittsburgh he has his chance to finally proof the critics wrong and take his place in the wrestling world.

Tim May:
Oh give it a break! He I against Falcifer for Christ sake Jerry! This man would rip the eyes out of a blind man just for fun!

Jerry Walters:
Keep talking Tim, Lomond is out here for that very reason, a few weeks ago Falcifer laid him out with a sledgehammer, a shot that put him on the shelf for a good two weeks, this is the chance for him to prove he is the level everyone expects of him!

(The arena lights turn a fiery red, and Front Line Assembly's "Evil Playground" begins to play. The unnerving sounds of industrial tones and echoing playground rhymes fill the arena. The daemonic Falcifer walks down the entry ramp, accompanied by his manager Psikyl. Psikyl stands off to one side, slowly turning his head, scanning the crowd, as Falcifer slowly raises his arms, then slams them down, snarling at the camera. He turns back to the ring and Lomond and just waits, prancing from foot to foot.)

Jerry Walters:
Wow! That’s all I can say about this man. He is powerful, fast, athletic and my god is he intimidating!

Tim May:
And this is the man you expect Lomond to beat?

Jerry Walters:
I wouldn’t rule it out, he may be big, but Lomond is determined and a heart of fire is hard to keep down!

Tim May:
You are so over dramatic!

(The bell sounds and Psikyl calls to Falcifer giving him some words of motivation but as he does Lomond sprints across the ring but Falcifer is to quick and lunges out hitting Lomond with a big clothesline taking him to he ring mat hard. He picks Lomond back up and with pure ferocity lifts him into a gorilla press above his head before dropping him down onto his back! Bruce gets back to his feet but is already using the ropes for assistance, suddenly Falcifer charges him and clothesline him right over the top to the outside of the ring but the referee is there right away and pulls Falcifer away from the ropes before turning to make the count. Bruce gets back to his feet but Falcifer is already charging across the ring and leaps right over the top rope and right onto Bruce knocking both men back to the floor!!!)

Jerry Walters:
OH MY GOD! That man is over 7ft and well over 350 pounds and he just jumped right over the ropes like a cruiserweight!!!

Tim May:
That Jerry, is exactly the reason Lomond cannot win, he is to one dimensional!

Jerry Walters:
When you see something like that, it’s hard to argue!

(Falcifer gets back to his feet and lifts Bruce back up by his hair before slamming him head first into the crowd barrier swinging him in a full circle before letting go of him and sending him crashing hard into the steel steps…He looks over to Psikyl who just claps him before turning back to Bruce and throwing him back in the ring, he rolls in after him but Bruce is back on his feet, he runs off the ropes and back at the big Falcifer hitting a big clothesline but not taking him off his feet, instead Falcifer just waves his arms keeping his balance stopping himself hitting the mat, Lomond runs off the ropes again and again hits him with a clothesline but again Falcifer doesn’t go down, a third time he runs off the ropes but this time the 7ft plus monster Falcifer sees it coming and lifts Lomond onto his shoulders before dropping him with a big Samoan drop!!)

Jerry Walters:
A short burst of momentum by Lomond but Falcifer was on it quickly!

Tim May:
Of course! You see Jerry, Falcifer is a monster of a man, he is the man that caused waves before he was even here. Lomond left twice before staying here, he couldn’t hack it! He just isn’t good enough for ULW! He should go to…CMW!

Jerry Walters:
Oh I don’t know about that Tim! CMW is a great wrestling arena, plus Bruce is more then capable of fighting here, he is a great wrestler…And so what if he left twice Tim! That was the past!

Tim May:
Maybe not to Mrs. Gray!

(Falcifier lifts Lomond to his feet again before gripping him in a front face grapple, suddenly he lifts Lomond right off the mat and drops him with a Belly to Belly Suplex into a cover,
1…
2…
No! Kickout by Lomond.

Falcifer sits back up and looks over Lomond before jumping up and hitting a big leg drop across the throat off Bruce, again he picks him up and lifts him across his chest before circling the ring boasting his dominance to the fans, suddenly he falls back swinging Lomond over his head and hitting him with a big Fallaway slam, the throw is so powerful Lomond rolls right across the mat and under the ropes back to the outside! Falcifer sees this and again stalks Lomond, Bruce gets back up and Falcifer tries another impressive splash but Lomond moves and sends Falcifer face first right into the crowd barrier!!!!)

Jerry Walters:
That could quite possibly be the turning point here Tim!!!!

Tim May:
NO!! Falcifer will come back from this, he will come back!

Jerry Walters:
Lomond has to use the momentum from this but he looks hurt himself!

(Lomond rolls back in the ring and tries to gain some space from Falcifer, he gets up to one knee still looking tired trying to regain his breathe, Falcifer is back up on the outside and is looking furious, he jumps up onto the apron and enters the ring but Bruce is standing as well, he slams a right into Falcifer’s jaw and another and another and another, before attempting to throw him across the ring but Falcifer uses his weight and throws Lomond across the ring instead, he goes for a clothesline but Lomond ducks it and carries on to the next set off ropes, Falcifer turns but is met with a huge flying shoulder block right into his chest knocking him right off his feet, Lomond gets back to his feet and with all his momentum goes wild to the cheering of the fans he taunts Falcifer to get back up and he follows, Falcifer turns right into the waiting hands of Lomond who lifts him hitting a big Spinebuster right into a pin,
1…
2…
NO! Kickout by Falcifier.)

Jerry Walters:
Close shave and Lomond is actually coming back here, Lomond is starting to believe he can overcome his demons here, a belief of win is there Tim!

Tim May:
Is he really that stupid? Falcifer won’t let this happen! He is teasing Lomond that’s all!

(Lomond sits back up by kneels over Falcifer and lands some crashing right hands but suddenly Falcifer’s hand raises up and slaps across the throat of Bruce who looks shocked, he steps off the monster and allows him to get back to his knees still holding his throat, Lomond begins slamming right hands into the head of Falcifer but the big man just shakes them off and gets to his feet, before lifting him high for a chokeslam but Lomond counters and manages to escape falling behind Falcifer and goes for a German but Falcifer counter wrapping his leg round Lomond’s suddenly he slams an elbow into the face of Bruce knocking him back a few steps, but as he turns Lomond charges back at him but Falcifer sees him and grabs him by the throat before lifting him in the air again CHOKESLAM!!!!!!
He covers,
1…
2…
NOOO! Kickout by Lomond!)

Jerry Walters:
HE KICKED OUT! Lomond is still in this!

Tim May:
How did he do that? This should be over, that must have been three?

Jerry Walters:
It wasn’t Tim! Lomond has heart, the Scotsman is showing his pride here and he is fighting like a true warrior and when you come from a place called Braveheart land what else do you expect!

(Falcifer looks up at the referee who bravely keeps to his decision he grabs Lomond by the head and again lifts him to his feet, this time setting him up for a powerbomb…He lifts him easily to his shoulders but Lomond counters with hard right hands, Falcifer drops him and Lomond lands on his feet continuing to throw his sharp right hands, suddenly he locks him in a grapple, the fans rise to there feet suddenly Lomond lifts him with a HUGE belly to back Suplex right into a bridge,
1…
2…
No, another Kickout by Falcifer this time!!!! The fans sigh in disbelief as Lomond, slams his hand on the mat frustrated, he gets to his feet and stalks the monster, furiously trying to shout the man to his feet, Falcifer does but knows where Lomond is and suddenly spins as Lomond closes on him and hits a shockingly hard right hand that seems to knock Lomond out!!!! The man, Falcifer then turns to the camera and roars for the Demonium Magnificentia (Holds opponent in fallaway position then jumps with them hitting a moonsault!)!!!!!!!!
He lifts Lomond up to one knee but suddenly Orlando Cruze appears from the back, he points into the ring and shouts trash to Falcifer who becomes distracted the referee climbs through the ropes demanding Orlando leave, but as he does Lomond raises his arm hitting a huge low blow that causes Falcifer to curl up, but before he can hit the ground Lomond lifts him onto his shoulder and to the cheers of the fans spins Falcifer right around before dropping him backwards right onto his upper back THE SHOT!!!!! THE SHOT!!!! He rolls onto Falcifer and covers him hooking both legs, his eyes closed his prayers being mimed by his moving lips as the referee slides down)

Jerry Walters:
THE SHOT! That has to be it, that has to be the end of this affair, the end of this once and for all, surely!!! Lomond has beaten his demons!

Tim May:
No! No! No not yet, Falcifer can still kick out, FALCIFER!!!

(The referee raises his hand,
1…
2…
3…
LOMOND HAS DONE IT! HE WON! HE BEAT FALCIFER!!!! The fans are going wild as a smiling Orlando heads back up the ramp the grimacing Psikyl growling at him as he heads though the curtain, Lomond rolls out of the ring and nearly out of breathe completely has his hand raised by the referee as his music blasts over the speakers again!) HR

Backstage

(A limousine is seen pulling up I the car park of the arena, the door opens and an angry looking Sheryl Marie Gray is seen stepping out, the boos begin to circle the arena area where its been watched, she puts her suit jacket back on over her white shirt and looks at the men awaiting her arrival, the camera turns to see them, the boos just getting louder, Synclaire is standing with G-Nation and a hurt looking Bullseye.)

Synclaire:
You wanted us to meet you here?

Sheryl:
Yes.

(She takes her bag from the driver and looks at the men for a second before speaking.)

Sheryl:
Last week The Coven declared war on us…ON US! And what have we done in return to them? Nothing, that’s what we have done!

Synclaire:
So what do you suggest? We lost Isis during the week, Shawn Hall left us at Retribution and Weapon is fighting his own war… So what do you want us to do Mrs. Gray? Because your well layed plan is not really working out?

(Sheryl smiles and looks to the ground before suddenly looking up and slapping Synclaire hard across the face drawing blood across his cheek, the stunned Miss Tiffany goes to help him but Sheryl warns her away.)

Sheryl:
How dare you question me? ME…I made you in ULW, youwould have died, rotted away in HSW along with the vermin, bt I saved you, like I saved that ungrateful bitch Isis. Synclaire…Tonight my friend, we take ULW and we make It ours, we take Coven and we make them pay.

(Synclaire is looking pissed still but nods in agreement as Sheryl wipes a bit of blood from his cheek before placing her finger in her mouth a smile appearing on her face.)

Sheryl:
Synclaire… Tonight we lust for blood and make our enemies pay for ever standing before us. Believe me when I say this Synclaire…It’s going to be…A High Rollers night!

(She grabs her bag and with an evil grin walks off past the High Rollers, Synclaire just smiles and turns to the other High Rollers who smile back at him before following the ULW owner into the arena.)


Also Backstage

(We open to a shot of the backstage area, Hellkat is walking down one of the darkened corridors, her little rag doll friend Sara snuggled in her top. She notices some boxes and climbs over them, looking for a place to hide. She climbs onto one of the boxes and goes to climb down the other side. as she does so, we hear a sudden groaning sound followed by some painful screaming. The camera rushes over and peers over the box to see Killjoy holding his lower regions. Hellkat jumps back onto the box with a sudden shock of finding someone in her hiding place. She sits on the box looking down at Killjoy as he slowly returns to normal. Killjoy looks up at Hellkat for a moment before shaking his head.)

Killjoy:
Don't worry, I'm fine. However, I wonder if you’re alright.

Hellkat:
Are you trying to hide too?

Killjoy:
Nah, I just like to relax before a show, get some sleep where people won't disturb me. But why should you hide?

Hellkat:
So I can be out of the way and not bother anybody.

Killjoy:
Don't you have a locker room or some friends to hang out with?

Hellkat:
No to both. They won't give me a locker room after I wrecked my last two, and why would I have any friends? I've never had any friends, never. Except Sara.

(Hellkat wraps her arms around her body, hugging Sara.)

Killjoy:
I know what you mean. Many times over I've walked through life alone. But things change. Talking about change, what’s with this.

(Killjoy wipes his hand over his own arms and over his face indicating to Hellkat's skin colored body and face make up. Hellkat turns her head to the side and looks at Killjoy a little bit confused. She doesn't seem to get what he's talking about.)

Hellkat:
With what?

Killjoy:
The face and body make up, changing your look. Why change who you are all of a sudden?

Hellkat:
Because your friends thought I looked funny. And people might be put off by wrestling a big ugly cat-thing, so I'm trying to make them feel better by pretending to be a girl a bit more then usual.

Killjoy:
But why pretend? Why not be happy with yourself and who you are? Personally, I say fuck everyone else. If you’re happy with who you are, then that’s all that matters.

Hellkat:
If you were what I was you wouldn't be able to be happy with yourself. And if you knew about me what I know about me you'd think I was right in being unhappy with me too.

Killjoy:
What? You look like an animal. So what? I've been in and out of mental hospitals since I was 13. I've done things that I'm not proud of. You'd be surprised how not different we are.

Hellkat:
No, it's not what I gave me, it's what I was born like. You wouldn't understand, we're not the same. We're not alike, not at all.

Killjoy:
What were you born like? If you don't mind me asking?

Hellkat:
Different

(Killjoy reaches in front of his hair and pulls it all back. You can see a lot of facial scars all over his face, some look like they have been added to, but a lot look like they have been there forever. He looks like a toned down version of Freddy Kruger.)

Killjoy:
Anything like this?

Hellkat:
Nope, nothing like that.

Killjoy:
I know it looks like these are just wrestling injuries, but they are not. A lot of this I've had since birth. But then again, having fireballs blasted in your face and then getting skin ripped off with barbwire doesn't help my look. Why do you think I always have hair in front of my face or a hood pulled over my head?

(Killjoy chuckles a little.)

Killjoy:
Sometimes, Might need to flavor it with something one day to make it more tasty

(Killjoy chuckles again. Hellkat looks at Killjoy and shrugs.)

Hellkat:
If you like to do that I guess.

(Killjoy shakes his head a little and smiles at Hellkat)

Killjoy:
It was a joke

(Hellkat blinks and looks away.)

Hellkat: Sorry. I didn't know.

(She looks like she's about to cry. She lowers her head and starts to walk off slowly. Killjoy jumps to his feet and looks at Hellkat)

Killjoy:
Don't leave. It was a joke, nothing harmful. Its what friends, or people trying to make friends do!

(Hellkat stops but doesn't turn around.)

Hellkat:
Oh.

(Killjoy climbs over some of the boxes and sits down only inches away from Hellkat. He replaces the hair over his face and looks at Hellkat.)

Killjoy:
Believe it or not Hellkat, your not as bad or different as you make yourself out to be. I've been talking to you for a couple of minutes and I don't hate you. The only thing that upsets me is the make up all over your body and face. It's not you.

Hellkat:
What do you mean not me? This was what I used to look like, how can it not be me?

Killjoy:
That's exactly it. This used to be you. Now you’re just covering your up. Covering up what you want to be, and I'm pretty sure you’re not liking how you look now.

Hellkat:
I don't like how I look either with the makeup, or without.

Killjoy:
Ok. Well......

(Killjoy jumps off the boxes and walks up behind Hellkat. He places a hand on her shoulder.)

Killjoy:
How about you just try being yourself? What you look like shouldn't matter. The way you present yourself, more so your attitude is the way people will look at you.

Hellkat:
I am being myself. The only time I don't feel like myself is when I take my medicine, then I feel like a completely different person.

Killjoy:
Medication. Do you know how much of a crock that stuff is? I've been on medication for years, but I've rarely taken it. I've found that I shouldn't alter myself in anyway. No matter how much I hate myself.

Hellkat:
You don't understand, you don't understand how much it hurts to be me. I like not being myself, because I don't hurt! Even though when I'm not myself I hurt other people. But I hurt other people anyway, don't I?

Killjoy:
You haven't hurt me. And maybe your enjoying having someone talk to you for once?

Hellkat:
Not back here, back here I don't have to hurt people. I mean out there.

(Hellkat points in the direction of the interior of the arena)

Killjoy:
That’s the nature of the business. People get hurt doing what we do. There's nothing we can do about that. Just try not to take it personally.

Hellkat:
I know it is… and I don't. It's what I was born for, for hurting people.

(Killjoy backs up and sits down on one of the boxes, he pats the part of the box next to him hoping Hellkat will come sit by him.)

Killjoy:
I feel the same. I feel like I was born to give pain and the receive it. But in a way, I like it and I hate it. At the end of the day, I go home remembering that my opponent will get better and will continue, as will I.

(Hellkat backs away, looking confused.)

Hellkat:
Stop it! Stop it right now!

(Killjoy looks around confused.)

Killjoy:
Stop what?

Hellkat:
Making fun of me. You're teasing me, pretending that you understand, that you're like me! But you're not! No one is!

Killjoy:
I'm not making fun of you. And in a way, I do understand cause I have been through some of the same things you have. But your right, I'm not like you, no-one is. All I'm trying to do is talk to you, and maybe even be your friend.

(Hellkat scowls and sneers, bearing her teeth.)

Hellkat:
Liar! You're just like everybody else! You want to try and make me like you, so that when I'm not looking you can stab me in the back! You're saying nice things, just so that you can hurt me! You're lying through your teeth, and laughing on the inside because you think it's working! But it's not! You're not gonna make me hurt inside. No one's gonna make me hurt inside any worse then I already do ever again!

(Killjoy turns his head to the side and looks at Hellkat, her attempt at intimidation not working on him.)

Killjoy:
And your trying to get a rise out of me, make me do something that will give you a good reason to run and hide once again. All I'm trying to do is be your friend. I'm not going to laugh at you, or stab you in your back. If anything, I want to help you, make you realize that things are not as bad as you make them out to be.

(Hellkat hugs her stuffed kitty even tighter.)

Hellkat:
And why would you want to do that?

Killjoy:
Because I want to. Also, Sara reminds me of Eddie.

Hellkat:
Because you want to, that's the only reason anyone ever does anything with me, because they want to. I can see it, deep down inside all you want to do is make me hurt, just like everybody else. Everyone who has ever said they're my friend has hurt me. Why should I trust you? Why would I want to? The bigger the smile, the sharper the knife. I read that somewhere.

Killjoy:
And what about the saying, the greater the risk, the greater the reward? As for trusting me, well, I'm not going to give you any reason to. I'm just asking that you give me a chance at least. Sure, all these people who were your friends have hurt you, but hurt is a part of life. I've been hurt a lot by people who said they were my friends. But the thing is, I give people a chance.

Hellkat:
I've put my soul in the hands of another, and has it spit on and thrown on the ground too many times. No one is going to hurt me like that ever again, no one! It's not worth it! Feeling alone all the time, being so lonely it hurts, still hurts less then having a piece of you die. And I don't...

(Hellkat shudders and sobs.)

Hellkat:
Have hardly anything left.

(Killjoy walks over and stands in front of Hellkat, he reaches his arms up to place them on her shoulders, but he stops and puts them back down. )

Hellkat:
What's wrong? Don't want me to smudge?

Killjoy:
Well here it is you have a chance to do something about it. Standing in front of you is another chance to be happy, have a friend.

Hellkat:
Stop it! You know there's nothing of the sort! I don't know you, I don't want to! In the end, all I'll get from you is hurt. Don't you see it? I'm not falling for your game. Find some other creature to torment. Leave me alone.

Killjoy:
Is that your final decision? Is that the way you want to live your life? Turning away people who want to get to know you, to be your friends, to help you?

Hellkat:
It's the only way I can have a life! You said you understood, you don't! You don't! You said you've been though what I have! You liar! If you had you'd KNOW that if I get my heart ripped out and stomped on again, I won't be alive. Sure, I'll be breathing, blood will still run through my veins, but I'll be dead nonetheless. Dead and cold and empty inside. I've seen people like that, they stop becoming people, becoming even less like people then I am. And all they can do is make hurt, all they can do is make others hurt. I'm a freak, and that's all I am. Just a disgusting, ugly, malformed freak. But I'm not a monster, and I don't want to be one. I won't let it happen to me. I won't make other people hurt like I have. Never!

(Killjoy just sighs and shakes his head. He takes out a scrap piece of paper and writes his cell phone number on it.)

Killjoy:
If that’s your decision, so be it. But if you ever change you mind, here's my cell phone number.

(Hellkat refuses the piece of paper.)

Hellkat:
Keep it. I don't want it. Even if I did, it wouldn't do me any good. I don't have a phone. If you're done mocking me, I need to go put Sara in a safe place so some more of your 'friends' don't try to hurt her before I have to wrestle them.

(Killjoy screws up the piece of paper and throws it to one side.)

Killjoy:
I'm sorry, I didn't know. And believe me Hellkat, I'm not mocking you. As for Sara, place her with Eddie, he's hiding behind some boxes. I'm sure he'll protect her. And good luck tonight.

Hellkat:
Who's Eddie?

Killjoy:
My bear. Been with me since I was born, He's a bit worn, but he's still good for a cuddle when I'm feeling low.

Hellkat:
Oh.

(She looks at Sara)

Killjoy:
See? I told you we're not so different

(She looks back at Killjoy.)

Hellkat:
If you lose Eddie, you still have your friends in the Coven to be with. I can't lose Sara. Without Sara I have nothing. And I'm not going to leave her anywhere where ANYBODY but me knows were she is. You'd like me to leave her here, wouldn't you? The moment I'm gone you'll pick her right up and go off and give her to those friends of yours.

Killjoy:
If I lose Eddie, The Coven would be the first one's I'd hunt down and destroy.

(Hellkat backs away.)

Hellkat:
I don't like you, not at all. If you come near me again, I'm going to make your face look even worse, and if anybody lays a hand on Sara, I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth. Goodbye.

(Hellkat turns and walks away.)

Killjoy:
So be it. I'm sorry for being a bother to you. I'll be sure to pick another hiding spot next time. But should our paths cross again, do me a favor, don't cover yourself up. I want to look at the real you, not this illusion you put over yourself.

(Killjoy climbs over the boxes and reaches down. He gets back up and places a raggy looking blue bear into the pocket of his jacket and sits back down on the boxes)


Back In the Arena

Jerry Walters:
This show has started off very deep here Tim, first Sheryl saps Synclaire ad declares this a High Rollers night, then Killjoy and Hellkat in what I can only call a very ‘strange confrontation’?

Tim May:
It was like to animals who found the same hole to hide in!

Jerry Walters:
Indeed it was! But Killjoy was actually trying to be Hellkat’s friend, he actually cared about her I think?

Tim May:
I can’t believe Killjoy has a teddy! What a baby!

Jerry Walters:
You play with those ULW wrestling figures night in and night out Tim!

Tim May:
…… Shut up!



Hardcore Match – X Vs Monoxide

(“Take me away” by ICP blasts the arena and Monoxide comes out to a huge eruption from the Pittsburgh fans. He is wearing blue jean shorts and has his face painted up white with black painted eyes. He looks over the fans a smile across his face before heading down the ramp. He enters the ring and starts bouncing around doing a warm up as he prepares for his old foe and respectful opponent X.)

Jerry Walters:
The history and the respect between these two men is second to none, I don’t think there is a more catalogued history in the ULW between two men then Monoxide and X?

Tim May:
Not even Xavier and Daemon?

Jerry Walters:
It’s a close call, but I would probably say no, X and Monoxide fought each other in week one of ULW, the very first show and to this date there still here, still giving us there all!

(Suddenly ‘scum of the earth’ by Rob Zombie plays over the sound system the lights in the arena go out and all that can be seen is flames from lighters moving from side t side, suddenly a thunderbolt crashes down onto the stage causing a line of fire to draw down the sides of the entranceway, the Letter X is seen flashing on the main screen suddenly the curtains set alight and through them walks X with his brother and former ULW wrestler Bones by his side, the two men stand side by side at the top of the ramp looking down at Monoxide who’s eyes just glare focused at X, the dark lord X seems confident as well a smile appearing on his face, he walks down the ramp and to the ring, Bones following him down, he climbs onto the apron and enters the ring as Bones slowly walks around the outside of the squared circle. X takes off the black robe he is wearing and raises his arms in the air, the lights returning to normal, the fire on the rampway disappearing.)

Jerry Walters:
Last week he didn’t have any entrance and this week he has really made up for it!

Tim May:
X must have just cost ULW a big wad of cash doing that?

Jerry Walters:
Er… Tim there was no effects set out for X?

Tim May:
Your telling me he just done all that?

(Both commentators are left with there chins on the floor as the bell sounds both X and Monoxide standing across the ring from each other talking shit, neither man disrespects the other you can tell that by the way they circle each other and the calmness of the words between them, suddenly they lock up but Monoxide quickly ducks under the arm of X and pushes him toward the ropes but X grabs the top rope and as they bounce back Monoxide is sent rolling back toward the middle of the ring, X turns and rushes him, but Mono sees him coming and quickly counters it into a drop toe hold taking X down, he jumps across X and locks in a headlock but the dark lightweight manages to pull himself from it quickly and rolls backwards before getting back to his feet Monoxide gets to his feet as well, both men run at each other but its X who gets the first big attack jumping in the air and wrapping his legs around the neck of Monoxide taking him off his feet with a big Head scissors! X is quickly back on his feet and looks across at Monoxide who is up on one knee in the corner, he runs at him and jumps hitting him with a big dropkick to the face knocking him onto his arse the back of head rested against the middle turnbuckle. X wastes no time and grabs the top rope pushing his foot against the throat of Monoxide and trying to choke the life from him. He lets go and steps away from the corner before turning swiftly back toward Monoxide but Mono raises his foot as X comes back at him and kicks him right in the groin!
X grabs his crotch and falls in pain, Monoxide painfully gets back to his feet and jumps to the middle rope, X gets to his feet but has his back turned to Monoxide who jumps off the middle rope and hits X with a huge bulldog sending him face first into the mat!)

Jerry Walters:
Good move by Monoxide and this match as we expected is really moving at a fast pace.

Tim May:
I am still in disbelief that Killjoy has a teddy! HAHAHA!

Jerry Walters:
Can you focus on the match?

(Monoxide is back to his feet and lifts X up, he throws X off the ropes and falls to the mat causing X to jump over him, he jumps back to his feet and leaps over the returning X the dark mans momentum just growing and growing as does his pace as he springs off the ropes a third time but Monoxide just side steps him and grabs the back of his head throwing him clear over the top rope and right to the outside! Bones quickly runs around to X he kneels beside him and gets him back up slowly, the two men rise back to there vertical base, but the fans jump to there feet as Monoxide runs across the ring from the rear of the squared circle, he jumps clear over the top rope and right onto both men!
The fans are cheering loudly as Monoxide quickly gets back to his feet, he lifts X up and throws him viciously into the ring apron face first knocking him back off his feet, he allows him no breathing space and is right back on him grabbing him by the back of his head and lifting him back up before dragging him up the rampway, he slams a forearm into the face of X keeping him dazed before reaching the top of the ramp area and slamming his head into the steel plated stage setting, the blow knocking X off his feet. Monoxide then turns and disappears into the back, the fans are watching, expecting something huge, but all remains quiet, suddenly X gets back to his feet in a daze but Monoxide reappears Chair high above his head, X turns to see him but is to late and has the chair bent right over his head the blow splitting him right open!)

Jerry Walters:
WHAT A SHOT BY MONOXIDE! X is cut right open!

Tim May:
Man, I felt that from here!

Jerry Walters:
So your watching the match now?

Tim May:
Watching the match, laughing in my head at Killjoy, we all win that way!

(He picks X back up and drags him through the curtains into the back, the cameras follow them and the curtained off sound area comes into picture the fat lazy camera shy ULW staff moving out of the way of the men, Mono slams X’s head against one of the tables holding the sound gear before attempting to throw him across into one of the water dispensers but X counters and throws Monoxide who goes back first into the machine water tipping all over him. X shakes his head and wipes the blood from his face before walking don the steps into one of the arenas corridors, Monoxide is following him though, he turns swiftly and connects with his right hand across the jaw of the former Hardcore champion and another and another and another, he grabs Monoxide by the head and throws him head first into the wall of the corridor before catching him as he stumbled backwards and lifting him into a big German suplex right onto the concrete floor! He gets back up and walks past Monoxide who lies holding his neck in utter agony! He walks to the catering table in the distance and to the coffee machine he pushes one of the staff members out of the way and lifts it off the table!)

Jerry Walters:
What the hell is he doing?

Tim May:
Jerry, that’s full of boiling hot coffee!

Jerry Walters:
Boiling hot is not the word for it!

(Lifting the machine he turns back to Monoxide and sees him on all fours, he has it by the handles on the side meaning he is not touching the steaming hot metal of the machine, but he lifts it slightly before slamming the scolding hot metal across the back of Monoxide! Suddenly HE TIPS THE MACHINE OVER AND LETS THE BOILING HOT COFFEE POUR ALL OVER MONOXIDE!!!!!! Mono rolls away from it and rubs himself down screaming in pain as the boiling hot liquid burns his skin! X just throws the machine aside and walks to Monoxide stomping away on him not letting him recover from the coffee.)

Jerry Walter:
JESUS CHRIST! MONOXIDE IS BURNING UP!

Tim May:
THERES SMOKE ACTUALLY COMING FROM HIS SKIN JERRY!

Jerry Walter:
These men might respect each other Tim, but when it comes to hardcore wrestling, they don’t hold back at all!

(X lifts Monoxide to his feet and walks him to the catering table slamming his head against it before taking a bottle of water and taking a drink before throwing the bottle aside, Mono stands up but X spits the fluid right back into his face! Monoxide grabs his face for a second allowing X enough time to grab his head and hit a big DDT on the concrete floor!
He pounces back to his feet and covers Monoxide,
1…
2…
NO! Monoxide got a shoulder up.

X just smiles and sits back up before turning around and laying in some vicious right hands to the head of Monoxide, he stands up and lifts Monoxide back up as well, he kicks him in the stomach then walks him to a set of double doors, he slams his head into one of them then opens one of the doors and chucks Monoxide through it. As the camera walks in with X the fans can see that the men have fought there way into the canteen.)

Jerry Walters:
This is not a good place to be Tim!

Tim May:
No it isn’t! A lot of fun to watch though!

Jerry Walters:
This men could be really hurting themselves, damaging there careers!

Tim May:
So? It’s fun to watch, do I look like I care!

(X runs up and boots Mono right in the stomach as he gets back to his hands and knees, he picks him back and slams his head face first into the table before throwing him across the room and head first into one of the buffet tables! He walks to the end of the serving area where a till can be seen and a cutlery holder, a plastic holder that separate knifes, folks and spoons. He lifts it up and tips the contents out over the floor causing a lot of clattering before waiting for Monoxide to turn, he does and X slams the cutlery holder over Monoxides head knocking him to the floor. He throws it aside then picks him back up before setting him in position before a suplex, the move would drop Monoxide right onto the sharp cutlery laying across the floor!!!! He goes for a suplex but Monoxide counters wrapping his leg round X’s. X lets go and slams a right uppercut into the face of Mono knocking him back a few steps before kicking him in the stomach and connecting with a huge swinging Neckbreaker. He walks back to the end of the serving area and lifts the till detaching all the wiring before turning back to Monoxide who is back to one knee, he walks at a pace toward him but Monoxide leaps to his feet and jumps in the air hitting a huge dropkick kicking the till point right into X’s face and causing the register to open and money to fly everywhere! Both men are down, but Monoxide is the first to move, he sees a $20 note and with a smile tucks it into his pocket before getting back to his feet but as he does so does X across from him, he slams a right into the Jaw of X but the dark one fires back and the two men are going right hand for right hand, but suddenly Monoxide blocks the right of X and kicks him in the stomach before placing him between his legs…He lifts for a powerbomb and drops him right down to the floor…BUT THE CUTLERY IS THERE AS WELL! X CRIES OUT IN PAIN AS SHARP EDGED FORKS STICK INTO HIS BACK PIERCING THE SKIN!)

Jerry Walters:
MY GOD!!! THE FORKS ARE ACTING LIKE OVER SIZED THUMBTACKS!

Tim May:
Look at the blood coming from X damn it! He looks like a bag of fries smothered in ketchup?

Jerry Walters:
Do you think up your analogies or do they just come to you?

Tim May:
Do you really want to know that?

(Suddenly Monoxide calls for his finisher, he watches as X slowly gets to his feet and begins stalking him, but suddenly from behind Michael Synclaire appears from nowhere and with a metal chip fat holder he throws the contents of steaming hot fat all over Monoxide and even catching X who cries out in pain, Monoxide falls back on X though who’s shoulders are down,
1…
2…
NOOO! X gets a shoulder up and slowly the two men get to there feet, but Monoxide is blind and can’t see a thing, Synclaire has already run from the room and the fans are booing wildly, X just leans back and grabs one of the fold up chairs before stalking Monoxide with it, the blinded former Hardcore champion turns and has the metal object slammed right over his head knocking him flat to the ground causing X to jump on Monoxide and hook the leg, 1… 2… 3… X WINS! X WINS! That’s two in a row for X!)

Jerry Walters:
Ohhh! Another great match by a duo of well matched wrestlers and what an amazing display and be damn sure people this one is far from over. In fact while there under the roof I am sure…SURE... That X and Monoxide will again cross paths!

Tim May: I hope not after that boredom

Jerry Walters:
Boredom!!! How can you be bored after that! It was a classic damn it! What had your attention…

Tim May:
I am sorry…You did ask!!

Jerry Walters:
Oh dear, please no….

Tim May: KILLJOY HAS A TEDDY!


Backstage

(The scene opens backstage to see Phantom walking along one of the corridors he is attired and prepared for his match looking excited about being back in the ULW after his employment match at Retribution. He cracks his neck and jumps on the spot the feelings from the arena mixed. Suddenly the boos echo out as Miss Tiffany, Michael Synclaire’s assistant walks into the picture.)

Tiffany:
So you and Synclaire huh? Sounds like it going be a good match?

(Phantom just stares at her as she walks close to him running her finger slowly down his chest.)

Tiffany:
Maybe if you win, we can celebrate together…Michael doesn’t need to know?

(Phantom grabs the wrist of Tiffany and to her shocked open mouth throws it aside before grabbing her by the chin to a loud cheer from the fans.)

Phantom:
I am Coven lady, you’re a High Roller, I wouldn’t dare lower myself!

(Suddenly Synclaire comes from behind slamming his forearm into the back of Phantom knocking him to the floor, suddenly G-Nation appear as well and Bullseye, all of them are stomping on Phantom, Impaler leans down and picks him up before dragging him into one of the locker rooms the other High Rollers following him in, he throws him to the floor before stomping on Phantom again along with Remix and Bullseye, Synclaire walks across to the corner of the room and grabs a steel chair he walks back to the downed Phantom and pushes the rest of the High Rollers aside before slamming the steel chair across the Coven member and again, again, again, Synclaire is viciously attacking Phantom, he walks over the head off the man he is suppose to face in the ring only allowing the other High Rollers more space to stomp him down again, he folds the chair around the head of Phantom before signaling for the High Rollers to step away…Suddenly he stamps across the chair crushing Phantoms head between it and causing him to cough up blood! The fans are booing loudly as officials suddenly storm the room, The High Rollers just leave, Synclaire’s laugh being heard echoing down the hall!)


Also Backstage

(The scene opens this time in the GM office’s Shane Leonard and Stevie James are seen sitting around a large circular table, the two men have a hand of cards, five each, some money sits in the middle of the table and Stevie is looking somewhat short on the cash…)

Stevie:
You sure you don’t wanna play snap?

Shane:
SNAP! That’s not a mans game, come on Stevie, get a grip!

Stevie:
I am $3000 down and we have only been playing 30 minutes man, come on, just one game!

Shane:
Damn it Stevie, No!

(Stevie just frowns and looks back at his hand. Suddenly Shane nods and both men show there cards.)

Shane:
God damn!

Stevie:
…… What?

Shane:
I don’t believe it…

Stevie:
WHAT!?!

Shane:
You won!

(Stevie smiles and pulls the wad of money in the centre toward him, the confidence and the ego starting to circulate in his system again. Suddenly there game is interrupted by a knock at the door, they both turn neither mans face smiling as Hurse walks in with his bodyguard Ingo.)

Hurse:
Am in interrupting?

Shane:
What do you want?

(Hurse smiles and walks into the office fully, looking at the card hands.)

Hurse:
Aww, Bad luck Stevie!

Stevie:
WHAT!

(Stevie frowns and looks back at his hand before looking to Shane who just shrugs and looks back to Hurse.)

Hurse:
Now I’ll make this quick…I want next week off.

Stevie:
Why?

Hurse:
Well, I have been in full competition week after week and in this barbaric Hardcore division as well and I think for a man of my standards and high level of competition I should be given a rest.

(Shane smiles and stands up to Hurse’s face.)

Shane:
I don’t think so.

(Hurse just grins and looks back at Ingo who steps forward towering over Leonard.)

Hurse:
Shane and Stevie…Two young, great wrestlers like you, forced to retire after suffering in the heat of battle…I am truly feeling for you, watching us REAL wrestlers in the ring must be so hard for you?

(Shane grits his teeth, Stevie grabs his arm and shakes his head.)

Stevie:
No week off Hurse…

Shane:
No…In Fact next week, you will go one on one with Bullseye. Your fed up with hardcore wrestling, fine, this will be a normal singles match.

(Hurse smiles.)

Hurse:
Oh…Shane…Your punishments are so weak, but fine, I will compete in your little match next week, Come Ingo, we need to prepare.

(Shane grabs Hurse by the arm stopping him from leaving. Hurse turns the confident smile still on his face.)

Shane:
Oh that’s not all Hurse…Your match this week, Ingo is banned from ringside! And next week against Bullseye, Ingo shall not be allowed even in the arena…He is suspended till the Pay Per View starting…Right…NOW!

(The fans are going wild as Ingo looks on in shock, Hurse glares at the big Japanese man before looking angrily back at Shane who holds the office door open, Hurse just snarls before leaving the room with Ingo, Shane slams the door closed and sits back down with the crippled Stevie James.)

Stevie:
What was with that man?

(Shane looks at the ground.)

Shane:
Damn this injury.

Stevie:
You know…You are still capable for part time work on the roster? It’s obviously bothering you, just think about it yeah?

(Shane looks at Stevie and pats his shoulder before turning back to the card game, Stevie does as well then realizes where they left off!)

Stevie:
I LOST!

(The scene cuts back to the arena as Leonard tries to explain his lie!)


Back In the Arena

Jerry Walters:
Oh those two are great, possibly the best pair of GM’s we could have.

Tim May:
How can you say that Jerry? There playing cards on the job and Shane just suspended Ingo!

Jerry Walters:
Hurse asked for that and Ingo is now in no position to interfere in the match ups, it was a good call. Unlike what the High Rollers done to Phantom that was hideous!

Tim May:
Sheryl said she wanted to see something from the High Rollers and Synclaire is doing his job and leading the High Rollers around here for his boss.

Jerry Walters:
He is sick damn it! He not only through burning hot cooking oil in the face of X and Monoxide he attacks Phantom! Did you see the blood coming from Phantoms mouth?

Tim May:
There are always casualties in war Jerry, it’s the Coven’s fault, had they not hurt Synclaire at Retribution this would never have happened.

Jerry Walters:
Coven were simply reacting to the attack by the High Rollers!

Tim May:
Its there own fault.

Jerry Walters:
You are just as sick as them!


Michael Synclaire Vs Phantom

(Suddenly the sound of ‘Step it up’ by Drowning pool hits the speakers, the fans get to there feet booing loudly as the High Rollers logo appears on the video screen followed by various matches and moves by Michael Synclaire ‘The million dollar playboy.’ He heads out through the curtains to a lot of heat from the crowd and is dressed for wrestling, he has a smile on his face as he begins his decent down the ramp.
The fans are growing louder and louder, the boos and jeers becoming more volatile the closer Synclaire gets to the ring, he reaches the bottom of the ramp and looks at the front row of fans trying to intimidate him into another fight, he just shakes his head and walks up the stair before climbing into the squared circle and whispering in the officials air before walking to the far corner and resting there as the official looks back at him somewhat confused.)

Jerry Walters:
This is sick, just sick. Synclaire is out and knows there is no way Phantom can compete what the hell is he doing here, somebody get him out of the ring, you can’t expect this match to actually happen?

Tim May:
Why not? They are both professionals, If Phantom has a wrestling bone in his body, he will be out here to fight the match he is scheduled.

Jerry Walters:
How the hell do you live with yourself?

(The official asks him again, but Synclaire demands he follows the orders he just gave him, he walks to the announcer and rips the microphone from his hand, before walking to the official and grabbing by the collar repeating his demands before letting him go and pushing him away, he raises the mic then turns to the rampway.)

Synclaire:
Mrs. Gray, the owner of this federation, the woman that gives me and all those back there our jobs, the woman who brings you people the most entertaining wrestling on your television screens has DEMANDED that Phantom come out here by the referees ten count or he will lose this match!!!

Jerry Walters:
My god that’s sick! Phantom was assaulted brutally attacked by the High Rollers, how can they expect him to come out here ad fight damn it!

Synclaire:
NOW DAMN IT…Count!

(The referee looks somewhat confused still but begrudgingly begins his count, the chants for phantom drowning out the shout of the rising numbers.
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
7…
8…
9…
10..NOOOO!!!!

Suddenly the lights go out and the fans go wild, but ITS NOT PHANTOM!!! ITS X!!!! The fans are going nuts as a lightning bolt hits the stage area causing to streaks of fire to head down the rampway, Synclaire is shocked but prepared for X’s entrance, suddenly the lights return and X is standing behind Synclaire!!
The fans are on there feet as Synclaire turns but right into a text book dropkick that takes Synclaire to the mat, both men quickly get back up and Synclaire in the shock of the attack stumbles back into the ropes, X grabs his wrist and throws him across the ring, as Synclaire hits the opposite ropes he hooks his arms over the top rope and stops himself running back at X, instead he drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring before walking slowly back up the ramp sharing words with X as the fans go nuts!)

Jerry Walters:
Phantom couldn’t make it, but X could damn it! Synclaire got out of there before he got what he deserved!

Tim May:
X should be in hospital! He had oil thrown in his face!!!!

Jerry Walters:
It must have missed him, at least the majority! Synclaire just got chased away!


Backstage

(The camera cuts backstage. We see Bruce Lomond sitting alone in his dressing room, he is relaxing on his white leather sofa, trying to unwind from his hectic and hard fought battle with Falcifer. Sweat still seeps from every pore in his body as he pants hard, his chest inflating considerably before deflating on cue. The room is silent except from the air being breathed by "The Hatred." Suddenly, there are three sharp knocks at the dressing room door, Bruce does no acknowledge it. He closes his eyes as the door is tried once more.}

Voice at the door:
Bruce Lomond?! Lomond, we know you're in there!

{Bruce opens his eyes and squirms slightly, he hesitates to answer before shouting with anger.}

Bruce:
Go away, I'm not in the mood for an interview!

Voice:
It's not an interview we want! Open the door!

Bruce:
I said go away!

{Bruce does not move from his sofa, suddenly the door flies off of its hinges. Bruce jumps up to his feet as five police officers invade the room and grab the ULW wrestler.}

Bruce:
What the hell is going on?!

{A man steps into the room, he wears a trench coat, his hair is fading in places.}

Man:
Bruce Lomond, I am arresting you on suspicion of murder, you do not have to say anything, but if you do answer when questioned, this can later be relied on in court, understand?

Bruce:
Murder?! I haven't murdered anyone!

{The police officers have cuffed Bruce and now drag him out of the room. The man in the trench coat follows the "innocent" Bruce and his officers out of the chaotic room. They walk out into the corridor and begin escorting Lomond down the hall when suddenly they are stopped by World Champion Magnum. The group stop and Magnum walks up to Lomond a smile on his face, he adjusts the belt over his shoulder then turns to the detective in the trench coat.)

Magnum:
Going somewhere?

Detective:
The station, care to join us?

Magnum:
Oh, no – I have a match tonight detective.

Detective:
Then move… we have a place to be…

(Magnum smiles then hands the detective an envelope.)

Magnum:
I would read this first…

(The detective suspiciously takes it and begins opening it before looking back at Magnum.)

Detective:
What is it?

Magnum:
Look…

(He opens it and finds a note inside, he reads it but quickly looks over the note at the smiling Magnum, who re-adjusts his title again, he bites his lip in anger then turns to Bruce.)

Detective:
Let him go…

(The officers look confused at the request.)

Detective:
LET HIM GO!!! Lomond…We will still see you in court, make no mistake about it!

(They undo the cuffs and let Bruce go, He looks at Magnum again then places the note in his inside pocket he then storms past Lomond and toward the arenas exit followed by the men, Lomond looks confused and turns to Magnum who just smiles.)

Magnum:
Don’t thank me, let’s just say you somebody a favor…

(Magnum walks off leaving the camera focused on Lomond who rubs his wrists, the scene then fades back to the arena.)


Back In the Arena

Jerry Walters:
What the hell was that about?

Tim May:
The police have been snooping after Bruce all week, its no secret!

Jerry Walters:
I know, I meant the letter and Magnum, what the hell is going on there?

Tim May:
I don’t actually know, but whatever happened Bruce has some good friends in the back.


Livewire Title Contendership Match
Psycho Vs Breckin Brooks Vs Chapel

The show comes back to the ring when Highway to Hell erupts over the loud speakers, pyros exploding from the stage, making everyone in the arena rise to their feet going absolutely mad.

Tim
Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like we’re ready for the number one contenders match, the winner of this battle will go onto face Too Magnificent or Derek Steel for the Livewire title at Nuclear Warfare.

Jerry
In what will probably be an instant classic considering the four men involved in this battle.

The crowd continues to go crazy as through the curtains strides Breckin Brooks, the words Rookie of the Year appearing upon the titontron followed by his name. Brooks stops on the ramp looking extremely confidant as he grins back and forth at the fans, pointing to himself as he starts down the ramp.

Jerry
This young man sure is cocky.

Tim
Yeah, but he’s got the skill to back it up.

Brooks stops about half way down the ramp, lifting his arm into the air and flexing his muscle before he plants a kiss upon it and continues to look ever cocky. Suddenly a forearm is thrown into the back of his head, the shot knocking him forward towards the ring. The crowd begins to boo as loud as they can as they spot HellRazor behind Brooks, hitting him with hard clubbing shots over and over again to his upper spine. Breckin spins around and connects with a right across the side of his face before hitting him with another shot. HellRazor answers back with a knee to his midsection before grabbing him by the back of the head. He connects with a few elbows to the side of Breckin’s face as the two men continue to battle towards the ring. HellRazor attempts to whip Brooks towards the steel steps when Breckin reverses it, instead sending him charging shoulder first into the steps, colliding with them brutally. HellRazor grabs his arm which appears to be hanging limp at his side before standing up and turning towards Brooks who steps forward and connects with the Beginner’s Luck to a huge reaction. The shot echoes throughout the arena and takes HellRazor off of his feet, down to the mats looking unconscious.

Jerry
Ohhhh, Brooks just took HellRazor out with the Beginner’s Luck! That will teach him for trying to get the drop on Brooks.

Tim
It looked like HellRazor may have really injured his arm after that collision with the steel steps.

HellRazor continues to lie on the mats motionless as Brooks rolls into the ring then springs to his feet, awaiting the competition to come through the curtains when the Holy War theme erupts over the loud speakers, causing the fans to come out of their seats once again putting their hands together for Chapel who emerges from the back, Demona at his side. The two of them stop on the ramp as she runs her hands over his shoulders and plants a kiss upon his lips. Chapel looks back and forth at the fans with an almost disturbing expression on his face as he turns towards Brooks who is urging him to get into the ring. Demona steps aside as Chapel begins towards the ring, reaching the end of the ramp before nonchalantly stepping over the body of HellRazor then jumping onto the apron.

Jerry
I guarantee this guy isn’t going down as easily as HellRazor.

Tim
I think Brooks can handle this piece of trash.

Jerry
Oh come on, your still not upset that the Holy War blew up your car are you?

Tim
Yes I am, that car was very expensive Jerry, plus it had a certain sentimental value.

Jerry
Oh, so you’ve had a few young women in the backseat huh?

Tim
No, I use to sit in the backseat and eat pizza while watching drive in movies you pervert.

Chapel steps over the ropes and into the ring when Brooks steps into his face and begins to throw right hands repeatedly, both men hitting each other with flying fist, not waiting to go at it any longer. Brooks begins to open up on Chapel, though, nailing him with more rights in a quick fashion that back the big man up into the ropes. He’s then grabbed by the wrist and whipped across the ring. Chapel places the breaks on it however and pulls Brooks in, catching him around the throat and setting up for a chokeslam. Suddenly Brooks stomps on the foot of Chapel, causing him to release his throat before rushing backwards into the ropes and bouncing off of them. He charges back in when Chapel catches him in a tilt a whirl, placing him on top of his shoulder and charging towards the turnbuckle. Brooks slides off of his shoulder however and lands on his feet behind his back, shoving him forward into the turnbuckle. He hits it chest first and bounces off, stumbling backwards into Brooks who drops down grabbing him by the back of the tights and rolling him onto the canvas with a school boy.
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Chapel kicks out almost effortlessly when Meaning to Life by Disturbed finally erupts over the loud speakers to a huge reaction from the sold out crowd.

Jerry
Here comes Psycho!!

Tim
It’s about damn time.

Psycho rushes from the back, knowing there is no time to spare and feeling the need to get himself involved in this hugely important four way. Chapel gets to his feet as does Brooks, before catching him against his shoulder and lifting him high into the air grabbing the back of Breckin’s legs and dragging him down to the canvas with a huge spinebuster. Breckin grabs his back yelling in pain as he rolls onto his side, Psycho continuing towards the ring, stepping onto the gut of HellRazor as he does so who’s legs and upper half kick upwards from the pressure. Psycho thinks nothing of it, as if he didn’t see HellRazor there before he slides under the ropes into the ring. Chapel turns towards him and eats a right hand from Psycho, followed by another. The shots knock him backwards before Psycho grabs him by the back of the head and rushes him towards one of the turnbuckles, slamming him face first into it. Chapel grabs his nose, backing up as Psycho gives him a hard knife edge chop across the chest, followed by another that is equally as brutal, the crowd responding with a whoo. Chapel holds onto the top rope with one hand in order to not be taken down with each chop before Psycho grabs him by the back of the head once more and begins to pound him face first repeatedly into the top turnbuckle pad, each time more brutal than the last. A section of the crowd counting along as he does this. 1,2,3,4,5,6... Brooks steps up behind Psycho and hits him with a clubbing shot to the back of the head before wrapping his arms around his waist from behind and dragging him to the center of the ring. Chapel drops down to his knees leaning against the turnbuckle, his face first collisions with it having scrambled his brains. Brooks attempts a German suplex yet Psycho grabs ahold of his wrist and keeps his feet planted, refusing to be taken down. He suddenly performs a standing switch, getting behind the back of Breckin and burying his shoulder into his spine before lifting him into the air for a back drop suplex. Brooks floats over and lands on his feet however as Chapel steps out of the corner going for a big boot on Psycho who ducks out of the way, causing the boot to slam into the face of Breckin and knock him down to the canvas. Brooks almost flips backwards from the force of the blow then rolls across the ring holding his face in tremendous pain. Chapel turns around as Psycho bounces off the ropes and rushes back in, jumping into the air for a crossbody when Chapel catches him across his chest. Psycho looks shocked before Chapel releases his legs and swings him around into an almost rock bottom looking move but instead drops him back first right across his knee. The crowd looks on in shock as Psycho drops down to the canvas, grabbing his spine and twitching in pain. Chapel now stands completely up looking back and forth at Psycho and Brooks, as if not knowing which one to attack.

Tim
Decisions, decisions. Don’t waste time Chapel you big idiot, cover one of them, do something, except blow up their car.

Jerry
For the love of God Tim, let it go.

Brooks uses the ropes to pull himself up slowly, appearing to be in a great deal of pain from that big boot before he spins around and recieves a mighty kick to the midsection by Chapel who grabs his head and places it between his legs. Chapel then wraps his arms around the waist of Breckin, setting up for the Crucifier. The crowd is surprised as Chapel lifts Brooks into the air up onto his shoulder then allows him to slide over enough so that he grabs him by the back of his arms, placing him in position for the crucifix when Psycho steps in and kicks him to the gut, causing him to drop Breckin over his back onto the canvas. Psycho quickly grabs him by the wrist and pulls him into his shoulders before standing up and delivering a gigantic Death Valley Driver. The crowd comes out of their seat at the sight of this, Psycho dropping down and hooking Chapel’s leg.
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Brooks drops a leg across the back of Psycho’s head, breaking up the pin attempt. Psycho appears furious as he rises to his feet immediately coming to blows with Brooks, both men throwing right hands into eachother’s faces when Breckin connects with a kick to his midsection. He quickly places Psycho in a side headlock then hip tosses him over back first onto the canvas, keeping the headlock applied as he lies on top of his chest. Chapel begins to stir, crawling towards the ropes and grabbing a hold of the bottom one trying to pull himself up. Psycho suddenly rolls sideways, pulling Brooks over so that his shoulders are placed to the canvas.
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Brooks kicks out. Both men rise to their feet quickly before Breckin steps around behind Psycho, grabbing his arms and placing them in a full nelson submission hold. The crowd is surprised before Brooks jumps into the air, placing both of his knees to the back of Psycho and dropping backwards, still holding him in the full nelson. Psycho comes down back first across the knees of Brooks with the absolutely sensational stray jacket variation. Psycho roars in pain as he rolls onto his stomach, reaching for his back. Brooks gets up celebrating his own move when he turns around and steps right into Chapel who places his hands to his gut and chest, hoisting Breckin up high into the air with a gorrilla press. Everyone stands up and looks at the shocked face of Brooks as Chapel charges towards the ropes and throws him over the outside mats and barricade right into the stands. He lands on top of several fans who are forced to catch him as they fall backwards.

Jerry
Oh my God, did you just see that!?!

Tim
Breckin Brooks just got some frequent flyer miles out of that one.

Jerry
The strength of Chapel is unbelievable.

Chapel steps towards Psycho who is still lying on his stomach favoring his back. He quickly rolls him over and hooks his leg.
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Psycho kicks out with all of his strength. An Angry Chapel now sits him up and places him in a full nelson before sticking his knee into his spine. Psycho yells in anger and pain at this submission hold targeting his injured lower back. Psycho finally begins to push himself up slowly, his back aching as Chapel takes his knee away from his back and attempts to keep the full nelson locked in. Yet Psycho refuses to submit as he reaches his feet and suddenly twists his body completely around forcing Chapel to release him from the full nelson as he places his shoulder to his gut and lifts Chapel into the air. He hits a textbook northern lights pinning suplex.
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Chapel gets his shoulder up at the last second, rolling onto his side. Psycho beats him as they race to their feet, beginning to throw right hand after right hand into his face. Chapel appears wobbily nearly collapsing to the canvas several times before Psycho grabs a hold of his wrist and whips him into the turnbuckle. Chapel spins around and smacks into it back first, leaning against the turnbuckle for support when Psycho rushes in and jumps into the air, splashing him in the corner. Chapel stumbles forward as Psycho kicks him to the gut and bends him forward, wrapping his arms around his waist and looking back and forth at the fans. He now lifts Chapel into the air, setting up for his own crucifix powerbomb.

Jerry
The Psychosis Bomb!

Psycho’s back is in too much pain to hold on, Chapel off his back and landing on his feet behind his back. Chapel spins around quickly and goes for a right hand on Psycho who turns to face him. He suddenly steps under his arm, grabbing a hold of it in the process before he wraps him up in a cobra clutch. The fans begin to go crazy as Psycho drops back, pulling Chapel over into a cobra clutch suplex that slams him across the back of his neck and head.

Tim
He’s got him in the Psychotic Episode now! Chapel’s going to have to tap out!

Psycho rolls over onto his knees, standing up slowly, pulling Chapel to his feet with him, the Holy War member appearing to be in great pain. He stands up keeping Chapel in the cobra clutch when Brooks springs onto the top rope from the apron then flies off, soaring through the air and connecting with a front dropkick to the back of Psycho. The blow knocks him forward, causing him to bump into Chapel. The force causes Chapel to stumble forward then spills in between the ropes to the outside of the ring. Psycho grips his back in pain, rising to his feet and turning towards Brooks who kicks him to the gut then rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them. As he comes back in Psycho clotheslines him down to the canvas to a huge reaction, the blow taking him to the canvas. Brooks rolls back onto his hands and knees and rises to his feet when Psycho standing back elbows him back down then drops down on top of him, hooking his leg.
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Brooks gets his shoulder up quickly, rolling onto his hands and knees as Psycho gets to his feet first. He quickly chops Brooks across the chest then grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring towards the turnbuckle. Breckin nears it and then jumps into the air, landing with cat like reflexes on the second rope then springing off and turning in mid air, connecting with a clothesline across the throat of Psycho, taking both men down to the canvas. Brooks gets to his feet quickly, grabbing the hair of Psycho and rolling him onto his knees before underhooking both of his arms and pulling him up to his feet. He quickly throws him up into the air but turns him so that he comes down back first right across Brook’s knee. Psycho falls across his stomach and chest holding his back before Breckin pushes him over and hooks his leg.
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Psycho shoots his shoulder off of the canvas, infuriating Brooks who rests on his hands and knees looking very distraught. He finally rises to his feet and backs to the center of the ring, bending forward and beginning to slap his knee.

Tim
The time has come for the Beginner’s Luck!

Jerry
This could be all she wrote for Psycho!

Psycho uses the ropes to ascend to his feet slowly Brooks ready, willing and able to take his head off with the kick. Psycho begins to turn around slowly, holding his lower back in a great deal of pain when Brooks steps forward lifting his leg into the air. Suddenly Chapel clubs him over the back of the head at the last second, knocking him down to the canvas and keeping him from hitting the move. The fans are shocked as is Brook’s who collapses onto the canvas hard. Psycho turns around to face Chapel who kicks him to the gut and grabs him by the head, pulling it in between his head and wrapping his arms around his waist. The fans have a mixed reaction as Chapel lifts Psycho into the air and onto his shoulder, allowing him to slide over before he places him in the Crucifix and falls forward, hitting the Crucifier. The crowd is now standing at the sight of this, knowing that Psycho’s back has been injured throughout the course of the match and that this finisher capatilizes upon it perfectly. Chapel crawls on top of the down Psycho, hooking his leg with a determined expression upon his face.
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Psycho suddenly kicks out to another mixed reaction, Chapel rising onto his knees with a stunned look on his face, looking back and forth at the fans in shock.

Jerry
I can’t believe Psycho kicked out of the Crucifier, this is truly shocking.

Tim
Thank God, that means Chapel doesn’t win.

The crowd begins to boo as through the curtains strides Derek Steel, a pear of black trunks covering his lower body with wrist bands of the same color on. He stands on the ramp with a determined expression on his face as he watches the action in the ring.

Tim
Look who’s decided to join us out here Jerry. It’s Derek Steel.

Jerry
What the hell is this guy doing out here?

Tim
Isn’t it obvious? He thinks he’s going to win the Livewire title tonight, so he might as well as scout some of the competition.

Derek continues to stand on the ramp, appearing incredibly interested, his arms folded over his chest while he gazes into the ring where Chapel has risen to his feet appearing incredibly angry. He finally turns around to face Breckin Brooks who has risen to his feet. Brooks steps forward and connects with the Beginner’s Luck to a huge reaction from the sold out crowd. The shot takes Chapel off of his feet, collapsing backwards on top of Psyco as Brooks falls onto his hands and knees.
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Brooks grabs Chapel by the ankle and drags him off of Psycho, crawling on top of him and hooking his leg.
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3!
The crowd is estatic before they see the arm of Chapel shoot off the canvas. Steel looks slightly impressed, forming a slight grin as he continues to stand on the stage. Psycho has crawled into the ropes, using them to stand up slowly when Brooks steps in and gives him a hard right hand to the side of the face, knocking him into the turnbuckle. Breckin delivers a knife edge chop that nearly causes Psycho to tumble out of the corner before Brooks places his shoulder to his gut and lifts him into the air, sitting him on the top rope then beginning to climb the turnbuckle up after him. The fans can feel a superplex coming while Chapel rolls onto his hands and knees then stands up slowly, quickly stumbling towards Breckin, the superkick having made him a bit light headed. He walks up behind Brooks and clubs him over the back right as he placed Psycho in a front facelock. Chapel then turns around and steps under the legs of Brooks so that his tighs are placed over his shoulders as he reaches up and wraps his arms around Breckin’s waist. The fans watch on in shock as Chapel powerbombs Breckin from the top rope and Brooks pulls Psycho off with a superplex at the same time. Both men crash onto the canvas hard, flopping up and down as they hold their backs.

Tim
Wow! What a combination move there!!

Jerry
That was insane!

Chapel leans against the corner for several moments, sweat dripping down his exhausted body before he stumbles forward and drops down on top of Brooks, hooking his leg.
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Brooks kicks out at the last second as Chapel rises to his knees and stares at Psycho. He now scoots across the canvas on his knees and drops down on top of Psycho, hooking his leg.
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Psycho gets his shoulder up as well, both surprising and angering Chapel who begins to slam his hands on the canvas in frustration. Steel continues to watch on from the ramp seemingly taking mental notes and grinning at the sight of Chapel’s frustration. Chapel gets to his feet looking fatigued before he grabs Psycho by the hair and pulls him to his feet slowly. He now signals for the Crucifier once again as the fans have another mixed reaction to the sight of this.

Jerry
Chapel is about to deliver the Crucifer once again, I think this might just end it.

Psycho suddenly reaches back with his and wraps them around the waist of Chapel then rolls him backwards into a pinning predicament. Chapel is shocked as the referee drops down to the canvas and begins to make the count.
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Chapel kicks out at the last second. The fans are on their feet thinking for sure that was a three count, yet Psycho and Chapel rise to their feet slowly. An angry Chapel charges forward, attempting a clothesline on Psycho who ducks under it, causing the arm to connect with the throat of the referee, sending him into a corkscrew before he lands on his back across the canvas.

Tim
My God, Chapel just took the referee’s head off!

Jerry
The official is out cold!

Chapel spins around when Psycho kicks him to the gut and underhooks both of his arms, hoisting him into the air. Chapel cannot counter being driven face first into the canvas with a brutal inverted double arm DDT. He immediately pops up onto his knees looking dazed before falling down onto the canvas across the side of his face. Brooks utilizes the ropes to push himself up as on the outside of the ring Derek Steel has now made his way down the ramp, walking around it with a grin on his face. He grabs the time keeper by his shirt and throws him out of his chair before grabbing it and folding it up.

Jerry
What the hell does Derek Steel think he’s doing, put that steel chair down, damnit!

Tim
Maybe he was tired of standing.

Psycho gets to his feet as Brooks continues to use the ropes behind him to pull himself up. Steel now slides into the ring with the chair in hand, the fans booing as loud as they can as they see him poised to strike Psycho who is struggling to get his feet beneath him. As he does so Derek swings the chair at him violenlty, yet Psycho once again ducks out of the way avoiding danger and causing the steel mass to smash into the skull of Breckin Brooks. The crowd really lets Steel hear it as he lowers the chair then looks back and forth at the fans shrugging his shoulder, asking if it was no skin off his back.

Jerry
No, Derek Steel just took out Breckin Brooks! It looks like he meant to hit Psycho!

Tim
I think we all remember some of the battles Brooks and Steel have been through with one another, maybe that shot wasn’t on accident.

Steel turns around lifting his chair into the air when Psycho jumps into the air and dropkicks it right into his face. The metal collides with his face and causes Derek to collapse onto the canvas back first then rolls across the ring holding his face as he spills to the outside of the ring. The fans are pleased to see Derek go to the outside of the ring holding his face and kicking his legs in pain. Brooks is completely out cold after the chair shot as Psycho rises onto his knees looking back and forth before crawling on top of Breckin and hooking his leg, no longer giving it a second’s thought. The referee is still out of it, extremely dazed yet rolls onto his stomach slowly lifting his hand into the air. He begins to smack the canvas at a very hesitant pace.
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Jerry
I can’t believe this match is going to end like this!

3!
The crowd rises to it’s feet, some cheering, some booing as Psycho rises onto his knees with a grin on his face, extremely happy that he has claimed the number one contendership at the Livewire title. Psycho rises to his feet slowly with sweat dripping off of his face and his body, Chapel crawls towards the ropes, using them to balance himself out. He holds his forehead after the DDT while Psycho stumbles towards the ropes, pointing over at Derek Steel who has risen onto his knees, returning a grimmacing stare.

Tim
What a shocking turn of events ladies and gentlemen. Thanks to Derek Steel, Psycho will now be going onto face Too Magnificent or Steel for the Livewire title at Nuclear Warfare.

Jerry
That should be a hell of a match, but I still can’t get over what Derek Steel did here tonight.

Brooks pushes himself up slowly with a trickle of blood flowing from his forehead. He stares out at Derek, fuming with rage over what happened before the show goes backstage.


Backstage

(The scene opens in the locker room of Television champion Isis, she is preparing for her match, she has her wrestling gear on and is stretching her leg propped up on the leather sofa, there is mixed reactions for the former High Roller as the fans watch from the arena, she stops stretching and walks over to her TV title that rests on the near by table, she lifts it wit both hands a dying wish that she doesn’t lose it. She puts it back down but as she does a knock at the door comes, she turns to see Lethal her former trainer standing there, the reaction from the arena is now deafening as Weapon gives her a quick hug, he looks at the title and then back at her.)

Weapon:
You have worked hard for that Isis.

(She nods.)

Weapon:
I may not be your trainer, nor your tutor anymore, but even if I was, I don’t think there is much more I can teach you anyway…Most of the wrestling world is about taking the falls, the knocks and learning from every experience and every corner…

(She looks confused.)

Isis:
Why are you saying this to me?

Weapon:
Isis, I am only here to Nuclear Warfare to finish AWOL once and for all, it was the only tie I had left here. After that ill be gone, just be careful.

Isis:
What do you mean by that?

Weapon:
Isis…You know as well as me…Wrestling is not a bed of flowers, more like a bed of nails, there are always ego’s, enemies, people trying to take your spot and there is always the bad guy that connects all the shit happening… Be careful of that Isis, I am pretty sure its going to be awhile before we meet again even while I’m here, both our paths go separate ways from this point and if I wish you one thing above anything else it’s the glory you deserve…Just don’t let hurdles stop you on the way.

(Before she can gather what he means he just nods respectfully and turns to leave the room, he stops at the doorway his hand on the wooden doorframe like he had more to say, but he refrains and leaves the room as the camera focuses back on the confused look of Isis.)


Also Backstage

(The scene opens again, this time in the VIP lounge of the much hated Sheryl Marie Gray, she snarls at the ratings of the week ULW didn’t air, the CMW getting a 37.7 rating, she throws the paper down and lifts a small knife on the side slamming it through the piece of paper over the CMW initials before hearing her Cell ring, she walks across the room to her jacket and lifts the phone out before answering it.)

Sheryl:
Mrs. Gray?

(Her eyes widen a look of hatred in her expression, suddenly an evil grin appears over her face.)

Sheryl:
Well Mr. Styles that is a very generous offer and you say my Husband will be competing as well? Yes I know off his joint contract that is of no surprise or worry to me…… Well yes, it would be all so kind of you Phil… No there is no need for such special treatment after all we sat you in the front row with all those smelly persperating fans! Are you sure? Then who am I to argue with CMW hospitality……Of course I will, it will be my pleasure! Oh of course I understand Phil….Ok…Goodbye.

(She puts the phone down and places it back in her jacket pocket an evil grin across her face before she turns back to the lounge door, in front of her a figure can be seen standing a female next to him, but only there legs, the camera refusing to rise up to show there faces.)

Sheryl:
I am glad you came…Lets talk.

(The scene fades back to the arena where the fans are left wondering what is going on.)


Back In The Arena

Jerry Walters:
Do you get the feeling that tonight has some kind of theme, conspiracy seems the word that comes to mind.

Tim May:
Why do you say that?

Jerry Walters:
Have you being paying attention at all tonight? Magnum, Lomond, Sheryl there are so many secrets right now I just can’t keep up?

Tim May:
Well to be fair, I have been somewhat sidetracked!

Jerry Walters:
You have!?! By what?

Tim May:
Man, can you believe that baby Killjoy has a teddy bear!!!!

Jerry Walters:
I shouldn’t have asked!


Orlando & Nathan Creed Vs Sean Johnson & Celestra

("Bright Young Things" by Manson suddenly pumps through the system. A wave of silence hits the arena and the heads of every fan in the entire stadium slowly turns to watch the stage as Celestra of the Coven’s video plays through the sound system she walks out onto the stage to a mixed reaction from the fans who like the Coven but have still haven’t learnt to gather the Celestra attitude. She walks down the ramp ignoring the fans before rolling under the ropes and waiting in the ring.)

Jerry Walters:
Like the fans, how do you take this woman?

Tim May:
What do you mean how do you take her! She is part of The Coven damn it! You hate her!

Jerry Walters:
She does have that in your face, I don’t care attitude, but when she stands next to the likes of the ever popular Coven members you really don’t know how to react to her? On top of that she fights Monoxide one of the ULW’s most popular at the Pay Per View for the lightweight title, how are the New Yorkers going to be with her?

Tim May:
Jerry…Your asking a Bias man I think…High Roller fan right here baby!

(As Sean's music hits, simultaneously a huge blast in the form of a square around the Titan-tron blasts off, 2 big blasts come flying to the stage from the rafters followed by a red blast, on each side...and as Sean comes out he raises his arms, and 4 silver flames arise on each side of the stage on the ramp part, he takes in the boos of the fans a reaction he is not use to, he trash talks some of them before angrily walking down the ramp somewhat amazed by the hatred toward him, he sees a fan holding a “Johnson sucks” sign and begins trash talking the fan before flexing his muscle to them his reaction become more and more angry. He rolls under the ropes then walks to the turnbuckle climbing up it and raising his arms in the air but only getting booed further, he can’t believe this! He jumps down and moans to Celestra about it who just shrugs it off and leans back in one of the turbuckles.)

Jerry Walters:
Sean Johnson, possibly one of the worlds brightest young stars and ULW through and through, this man bleeds ULW, but I have to question his actions lately?

Tim May:
His actions? What’s wrong with his actions?

Jerry Walters:
Can you not hear the fans? This was a man who beat Isis when she was a High Roller was one of the ULW’s most loved and now he attacks Orlando and avoids Nathan Creed as much as he can, he has really changed!

Tim May:
For the better!

Jerry Walter:
Matter of opinion Tim!

(Enemy' by Sevendust starts to play as blue lights strobe around the arena. As the drums kick in blue pyro's burst from the stage and the strobing lights become more erratic. Nathan appears from backstage and makes his way down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and mounts the second rope of the turnbuckle. He raises both fists in the air getting a cheer from the crowd. He climbs down and starts to warm up by stretching on the ropes. His eyes then lock on Johnson who steps out of the ropes and to the outside. Creed just begins trash talking him until his music comes to an end and the most awaited entrance thus far begins.)

Jerry Walters:
Nathan Creed was only inches from taking the old International title from Sean Johnson near on a month ago now and since that day these two men have been at each others throats.

Tim May:
Creed was not close Jerry, you are over exaggerating!

Jerry Walters:
How the hell am I over exaggerating you dick?

Tim May:
What the fuck! You can’t swear like that on television……Shit….DAMN IT!

(Smoke fills the entrance area and suddenly lasers start firing out from the top of the ramp. In the Shadows by the Rasmus blasts over the PA system and Orlando comes out from behind the curtain. The lasers stop and a strobe light kicks in as Orlando begins his walk down to the ring. As he reaches the ring he rolls under the ropes and climbs a turnbuckle, raising his hand in the air and punching his chest twice, the eruption now is huge and the fans are on there feet, the ever growing popularity for Orlando causing the cheering to seem louder then normal.)

Jerry Walters:
What a great kid this man is! Maybe the man who deserves to be the World Heavyweight Champion of the ULW but it was not to be, however many still think he deserves it!

Tim May:
Deserves it? Deserves it? He lost fair and square to the better man! Magnum is the World Champion! I hate this guy!

Jerry Walters:
If it was fair and square why are you on the defensive so much? Let me answer that, its because you know there was nothing fair about it and Orlando or even Celestra deserve to be World Champion, not Magnum!

(The bell sounds and the two friend Nathan Creed and Orlando Cruze stand together discussing who shall start the match as Johnson steps back up on the apron allowing Celestra who hasn’t moved from the corner to start for there team. Creed decides to start for the opposition and Orlando leaves the ring, the two of them begin circling each other the intensity between them already beginning to show as the trash talking begins, they then stop circling and Celestra begins mocking the way Creed went over the ropes in the battle royal at Retribution! Creed charges her and catches her by surprise knocking her to the mat with a clothesline, she gets back up and is knocked down again, but before Creed can gain more momentum she rolls under the ropes and gets a breather outside of the ring. Johnson jumps down beside her and begins trying to talk tactics with her, but the fan go crazy as Creed holds the top rope, Johnson and Celestra look over to him but Creed flies over the top rope landing on both wrestlers getting a huge ovation from the fans, suddenly three of them are getting up but the fans are going nuts again as Orlando climbs to the top rope the big 6ft 7” former EFW World Champion suddenly flies off and hits a huge swantom bomb on all three people including his own partner Creed!)

Jerry Walters:
OH ORLANDO JUST HIT A HUGE MOVE!

Tim May:
What an idiot? He just took out his own partner!

Jerry Walters:
But he took out both Celestra and Johnson as well and look Creed is back up!

(Creed grabs Celestra and slides her back in the ring before rolling in himself, he grabs her by the hair and lifts her into a front face lock before letting go and hooking her arms instead suddenly he lifts her up and drops her into a tiger suplex before dropping her into a sitting Powerbomb his legs holding her arms down,
1…
2…
No Kickout by Celestra, Creed gets back to his feet and looks over to Celestra who is on her knees holding the top rope to get up he grabs her from behind and attempts a German but Celestra holds the rope hard and doesn’t let go, he tries again, she still holds on and wraps herself over it causing the ref to try and break the grapple of Creed but Nathan I determined to hit the German Suplex suddenly while the ref is distracted with Creed Celestra donkey kicks and slams her calf right into the groin of Creed who lets go and grabs his groin before taking a step back. Celestra turns and grabs him by the head before lifting him right of his feet into an inverted DDT!!!)

Jerry Walters:
The low blow by Celestra has put Creed on the back foot here.

Tim May:
Now Orlando and Creed will get what’s coming to them! Bout time I saw something I liked tonight!

Jerry Walters:
WHAT! How much do you need to be satisfied!?!

Tim May:
Oh, if only I heard that more often!

(Celestra lifts Creed to his feet before throwing him over into a snapmare, as he hits the ground she sprints past him, off the ropes, then with both feet hits a dropkick right to the face of Creed knocking him back to the mat with a stinging slapping sound. She turns to Johnson but the fans simply boo as he lifts his hands in the air not wanting to be in against Creed, Celestra just laughs and turns back to Creed who is back on his feet, he charges Celestra but she sees it early and brings him down to the mat with a quick armdrag takedown into a standing armbar. As she holds the move in she begins stomping accurately across the shoulder joint of Creeds back. Creed manages to get to his feet but Celestra just twists his arm further before powerfully bringing her arm across the shoulder joint again, more she twists it, then again she slams an elbow to Creed’ shoulder before again taking him down with an armdrag except this time shelays on the mat beside him, her legs over his body either side of his arm as she tugs away applying more pressure to the shoulder.)

Jerry Walters:
This is great wrestling work by Celestra here, working Creed down and trying to effect a point in his body that she can centre her attack to.

Tim May:
See, Love her, hate her, you cannot deny that Celestra is one of the biggest rising stars in the world.

Jerry Walters:
Oh I do not deny that in any way, shape or form, she is a brilliant athlete and arguably the real World Champion, she is decisively effective whichever style of fighting she uses and the greatest thing to watch is she is so quick at changing her tactics and it really effects her opponents.

Tim May:
God I love being right!

Jerry Walters:
Only because it doesn’t happen that often!

(Suddenly Creed gains enough energy to suddenly roll Celestra up his locked arm providing the support to hold him while the rest of his body rolls her legs right over, her shoulders pinned to the ground,
1…
2…
NO! Shoulder up by Celestra this time round but that was close. She lets go off the hold and rolls away from Creed, they slowly get back to there feet but Creed is up first he charges Celestra again but her cat like reflexes are to quick, she ducks under his clothesline attempt and boots him in the stomach as he turns to face her before she grabs his outstretched arm and brings him down like a DDT however causing the impact to centre around his already damaged shoulder! He rolls in pain as Orlando Cruze cries for the tag from his corner but Celestra seeing him just walks toward him and begins talking some trash Orlando though already infuriated jumps in the ring and misses with a swing at Celestra as the referee holds him back. Johnson to a huge arena of boo’s enters the ring and with Celestra begin stomping ten bells of shit out of Nathan Creed. Johnson then orders Celestra to pick him up, the boos of the fans are just getting louder as she begrudgingly agrees. He gets in Creeds face talking shit to him before angrily slapping the taste right out of his mouth, he then steps back and fires out with the titanic kick, but Creed moves and SEAN HITS CELESTRA! Johnson can’t believe it, he looks over Celestra in shock before turning right into a desperate spinebuster by Nathan Creed that crashes him against the mat and causes him to hold his back in pain and roll out of the ring. Both Creed and Celestra are laying lifeless on the mat the fans stomping and clapping trying to urge Creed to move to his corner where Orlando is doing all he can to motivate the crowd, the adrenalin in his body building so bad he can’t stop moving, he screams to Creed who to the added excitement of the fans begins crawling to Orlando.)

Jerry Walters:
Celestra was hit with the Titanic Kick and now maybe – MAYBE Orlando and creed can make this match there’s!

Tim May:
Celestra stop him! Don’t let him get in that corner!

Jerry Walters:
I don’t think she can hear you Tim!

Tim May:
DAMN IT!

(Creed just draws closer and closer with every breathe the anticipation in the fans breathtaking as they all prepare for Orlando to enter the ring, Orlando is shouting at Creed to tag him in, the excitement and Adrenalin mixed showing his determination to be in this match, Creed is in reach he raises his hand and is about to tag Orlando in, but NOOO! Celestra tugs him away by the ankle and drags him back to the centre of the ring! But Creed hopes to his one foot and bounces on the mat for a second before jumping in the air and hitting Celestra with a big Enzuguri that takes Celestra to the mat! Creed suddenly begins crawling across with more pace this time, Johnson rolls in the ring to stop him, BUT IT’S TO LATE!!! Orlando is tagged in he jumps in the ring and quickly Johnson back pedals and holds his hands in the air with Innocence, Orlando is just laughing, suddenly Celestra charges him but he sees it and lifts her over his head with a huge back body drop, Johnson tries to blind side him but Orlando sees it coming and knocks him down with a clothesline and another and another!)

Jerry Walters:
OHH! Here we go!

Tim May:
NO! NO! This can’t be happening!

(Celestra is back up but walks right into a huge Orlando boot that takes her right back down to the mat, but Cruze turns to see Johnson leaning lifelessly against the ropes but is charged and knocked right over the ropes and to the outside of the ring by a huge clothesline by Orlando! The fans are giving Cruze a huge reaction here in the Mellon Arena and in his momentum begins stalking Celestra, she turns right into Orlando who lifts her onto his shoulder but she counters and falls behind him, he turns in reflex going for a clothesline but Celestra’s awareness is spot on and she falls to the mat lowering the top rope causing Orlando’s own momentum to send him over the ropes and to the outside!)

Tim May:
SEE! SEE! Celestra should be World Champion, no disrespect meant to Magnum because I meant Hellkats title, but hell she should be wearing gold!

Jerry Walters:
She could well do so still, at Nuclear Warfare she faces Monoxide for the Lightweight title and what a match that’s going to be!

(She lays still for a second before getting to her feet and tagging in Sean Johnson who looks on shocked, he didn’t even call for the tag, he goes to tag Celestra back but she has rolled out to the apron, she sits up against it trying to regain her breathe meanwhile Sean looks around, the crowds reaction to him still frustrating him, he jumps off the apron annoyed and grabs Orlando who is back to one knee leant against the Crowd barrier and slams his head into it, not once but twice before lifting the big men slightly off his feet before dropping him chest first right across the barrier. He is then thrown back in before Johnson follows him in, he quickly covers Orlando hooking the leg,
1…
2…
3.. No! Shoulder up by Orlando!)

Jerry Walters:
Close call!

Tim May:
Come on Sean! Get him Sean!

Jerry Walters:
Wait a minute…That’s Psikyl coming to the ring and Where the hell is Sean going now!

(Johnson rolls back out of the ring toward the announcers table and throws some of the ringside officials out of the way grabbing two folding chairs, he turns back to the ring placing one on the apron side where the referee can’t see it before climbing onto the apron with the other chair, the referee instantly stops him and pulls the chair out of his grasp but as the official turns to get rid of the weapon Sean grabs the other chair and climbs in the ring just as he does Orlando turns! Sean swings the chair but Orlando moves and Sean smashes the chair against the ropes causing the steel weapon to bounce back up and hit him in the face knocking right back round to Orlando who then hits a big boot kicking the chair right back into his face! Suddenly he sees Psikyl and he begins pointing at him, the crippled man an obvious distraction, suddenly Celestra runs at him but Creed intercepts and the two role to the outside both of them landing funny, Orlando turns to the commotion just in time to see a bloody Sean Johnson go for the Titanic Kick, but he moves out of the way, Johnson then turns back to him but Orlando grabs his feet from under him and locks in the Defcon 5 (Walls of Jericho)!!!! Johnson is riving in pain, he grabs his head and digs his nails in trying to do everything to extinguish the pain of the move…Orlando then locks it in harder…JOHNSON TAPSSSS! SEAN JOHNSON TAPS! The bell sounds and the fans are going crazy as Orlando raises his arms in the air, but from behind the crippled Psikyl seems to roll in the ring with ease, suddenly he throws his cane aside and the fans are up on the feet!!)

Jerry Walters:
WHAT THE FUCK!!! Psikyl is crippled at all! He just through that damn cane away!

Tim May:
What the hell is going on?

(Orlando has no idea, suddenly he turns and Psikyl runs at him before jumping hitting him with a huge leg lariat that takes Orlando down causing his head to crash off the metal chair that still lays in the ring! The fans are booing loudly as Psikyl just smiles he rolls out of the ring again and walks back up the ramp looking into the ring at the downed Johnson, Creed rolls in and checks on him before looking angry at the so called cripple.) Back In The Arena Jerry Walters: Did you hear that!?! Its going to be Brooks in his first ever ULW Pay Per View Match against Derek Steel! Tim May: Isn’t it Steels PPV debut as well? Jerry Walters: I think it might be! Ladies and Gentleman book it now, Nuclear Warfare one of the ULW’s biggest events at the place we all know and love…Madison Square Garden and you can be sure there is going to be some huge TV/European Unification match
Isis Vs Killjoy

Walters-Let’s see, what do we have up next?

May-Are you kidding me? This next match is going to be the highlight of the night, of course! Isis taking on Killjoy for the unified Television title.

Walters-Oh, right. How could it have slipped my mind?

May-Well, this wouldn’t exactly be the first time you’ve had difficutly remembering things. You remember at Retribution when you tried to tell me that Isis wouldn’t beat Jason Slayer?

Walters-But she didn’t beat him. It ended in a no contest!

May-Details, details. The important thing was that Isis retained her Television title so she can defeat Killjoy tonight and unify it with his European belt.

Walters-*sigh* Whatever.

The lights inside the arena dim as a "Lies" by Eavanscence begins to play with a harmonius sounding woman humming. On the video screen, a nice garden appears. In that garden, a man dressed in a long black leather trench coat with the hood pulled over his face walks towards the front of the screen. The screen goes to static along with the music and then the rock part of the song explodes out. The garden explodes and is replaced by one word: Killjoy. The video changes to shots of Killjoy himself fighting verious opponents from different parts of his career. At the entryway, Killjoy himself walks out in the same long black leather hooded trench coat that was seen in the video. The crowd lets out a huge round of boos as Killjoy makes his way towards the ramp, twin trails of fire lighting up beside him as he walks.

Walters-Killjoy was oddly silent this week. Speculation has been running wild as to what could have happened to him.

May-Bah, he probably just went on a binge. I mean, every time we see him in a promo he’s drinking alcohol.

Walters-Be that as it may, hopefully he’s focused and set to go for tonight. Isis is no push over.

Killjoy stops at the edge of the ring and pulls back the hood revealing his long black dreadlocked hair. He takes the trench coat off and places it near the turnbuckles that are cloest to him. He then slides into the ring and raises himself up onto his knees where he looks around without showing any emotion as the music fades out. The crowd turns back to stare at the top of the ramp and wait for Isis. They don’t have to wait long, as “Imaginary - By Evanescene,” Isis’s new music blares from the speakers. She comes down the ramp to a mixture of boos and jeering cat calls. She tries to ignore them but halfway down the ramp she runs into a sign that says “I see London, I see France, at Retribution I stole Isis’s Underpants.” Attached to the sign with scotch tape is a ripped up black g-string. The shocked expression on Isis’s face seems to imply that they might actually have been hers, and she snatches the sign away from the fan with a look of outrage on her face. She rips it in half, dumping it off to the side to a chorus of boos and running into the ring.

May-How dare that fan bring something like that to the arena tonight.

Walters-As many of you who watched Retribution saw, Isis was the victim of an assault by AWOL which resulted in him tossing her out to the crowd. Rumours have circulated that Isis may have had some articles of clothing ripped off by the crowd before security could get to her. Judging by her reaction, apparently “a few articles of clothing” might not quite cover it. May-Somebody arrest that guy. He molested the queen of the High Rollers. Walters-Former queen. She stepped away from the group this week to take some time to get her head together.

May-She just needed some time off. All this trouble with Slayer and Drew have had a tough impact on her.

Walters-Yes it has, but-

May-Which is why I’m going to offer my trailer as a good place for a nice, relaxing, deep tissue massage any time Isis wants one.

[The two competitors square off in the ring, the referee shouting instructions to them before ringing the bell. Almost immediately Killjoy goes for a clothesline. Isis manages to duck, spinning Killjoy around and landing some a few punches. Killjoy recovers, however, catching her arm and throwing her in a sort of judo toss. She comes charging up, but Killjoy just hits her with a big hip toss. Isis slaps the mat in frustration and comes charging back again, only to get caught with another hip toss.] Walters-Uncharacteristic lack of mental focus shown by Isis early on.
May-Give her a minute. I’m sure she’ll sort it out. [Killjoy waves Isis back up, but she resists the temptation and rolls under the bottom rope. She shakes her head vigorously, mumbling to herself as the fans shout “take it off” at her from ringside. She turns around to jaw back at them, only to open herself up for a baseball slide, knocking her into the waiting arms of the cheering fans. They start to try and pull her over the barricade, but she pulls away, fighting and clawing like an animal. She flips all of them off before turning back to the ring to glare at Killjoy, who is smiling as he stares over the ropes at her. Isis flips him off as well, which causes him to raise his arms in mock fear and back away from the ropes. This however, gives Isis the opening she needs to sprint under the top rope. She lands a lightning fast spear on Killjoy, taking him down to the mat and laying in a series of punches to his face. The ref yells for her to open her fist, so she responds by using her fingernails to claw at his eyes. The ref starts the five count and Isis stops at three, rolling away and back up to her feet. Killjoy staggers up to his feet, hands clutching at his wounded eyes, and Isis takes the opportunity to hit a chop block on his knee. Killjoy goes down, holding his knee in pain, which Isis promptly grabs and cinches into a grapevine. Killjoy flails and quickly grabs for the ropes.]

Walters-Well certainly seems to have gotten in gear now. I don’t think that’ll be the last time she targets that knee of Killjoy’s tonight.

May-She’s taking away the size advantage Killjoy has on her while simultaneously removing his ability to hit some of the bigger grapples he favors. Brilliant strategy.

[Isis releases the hold, only to stand up and start stomping on Killjoy’s knees. He tries to keep hold of the ropes to make the ref get her off of him, but Isis instead grabs hold of Killjoy’s legs and hauls him into the air, forcing Killjoy to come down hard on his face and abdomen and release the ropes. Not relenting for a second, Isis does a handstand off of Killjoy’s bad leg before coming down into a big knee smash. She flies back up to her feet and shouts “Who’s the bitch now?” at them, which leads to a round of jeers back at her. Smiling for the first time in the match, Isis drops down to make the cover, earning herself a two count. She pulls Killjoy back up to his feet and goes to throw him into the ropes, but his knee gives out and he falls face first onto the ropes. Seeing this, Isis bounces off the opposite side of the ring and charges back, looking to hit a modified bronco buster. She charges and leaps, but at the last moment Killjoy rolls out of the way. Isis lands hard on the rope, bouncing back into the rope and landing hard on the seat of her pants.]

Walters-I’m not sure how much of that was playing possum and how much was sheer desperation and luck, but it looks like Killjoy’s bought himself a few minutes of recovery time here.

May-Oh no! Get up Isis! Get up!

[Killjoy uses the top rope to pull himself to a vertical base as Isis tries to stand up through the pain in her tail bone. He limps over to Isis, kicking her in the gut and bringing her down with a DDT. Killjoy tries to cover but Isis quickly kicks out. The two combatants stagger back to their feet before Killjoy zips Isis over into the corner. He hobbles after, landing some punches to drive her back into the corner. Killjoy ascends to the middle rope, landing some corner punches as the crowd counts along. At ten, he drops back down to his feet, hitting an axe handle on the way down. He’s finally managing to get some steam going as he tosses Isis across the ring towards the other corner. She tries to do a Shawn Michaels-esque roll over the ringpost, but she gets caught and ands up stuck in a Tree of Woe position. Killjoy raises a fist into the air, leading to the crowd letting out another cheer, before charging at Isis and hitting a baseball slide into Isis’ face. She falls down from the top rope to lie limp, but Killjoy also hobbles away, grasping his knee in pain.]

Walters-I think he might have done more damage to the knee than Isis on that move. Killjoy could be in trouble here.

May-That’s what comes of drunken bravado, Jerry.

Walters-Oh give it a rest.

[Killjoy drops for the cover, but Isis puts a foot up on the ropes at two and a half. He stands up, a look of frustration on his face as he senses he needs to end this one soon before his knee gets any worse. He hauls the limp body of Isis to the centre of the ring. He pulls Isis up to her knees, putting her in position for a pile-driver. Grunting with the pain in his knees he pulls Isis up into position, but suddenly she locks her legs around his head. For a second the two struggle against each other, but with an amazing feat of abdominal strength Isis manages to rips herself loose from Killjoy’s grasp and pull herself up into a seated position on his shoulders. Just as quickly she hits a huge hurricanrana, catching Killjoy’s legs to tie him up for the pinfall. The ref drops for the count….one…two…THREE!! The bell rings and Isis releases Killjoy, who just lays there with a stunned look on his face at how fast the match ended. She raises her hands in triumph, holding her Television title in the air in defiance of the boos from the crowd. Suddenly the boos change to cheers, however, and Isis almost smiles, thinking maybe they’ve turned to her side. She’s informed of her error a moment later, however, when she’s clotheslined to the ground by Chapel! Walters-Chapel just came charging out of the crowd! These two have a long history together, so this can’t be good for Isis.]

May-AWOL one week and then Chapel the next! How horrible for Isis! She was just starting to get things back on track, too.

[Isis goes down hard from the shot, and Chapel takes advantage to haul her back to her feet and plant her to the mat, hard, with the Crucifier. Isis lays limp on top of her title belt, and Chapel calls for a microphone. He stands over her limp form and addresses her, ignoring the cheering crowd.]

Chapel-Isis, you’ve had this coming for a long time now. Believe me when I say that you and I have unfinished business, but that’s not why I’m out here tonight. I’m out here, because a new era has begun in United Livewire Wrestling, the era of Chapel. You see, with the questionable actions of my compatriots these past weeks I determined it necessary to take the Holy War and make it a one man venture. It’s over, no more. And to be honest, I’m happy. I can do more damage alone than with those two weighing me down anyways. Which brings me to my next big announcement. Wars are expensive, and battling sin is a difficult task. So, I determined that the best course of action is to find a backer for my conquest. And what better backer could there be-

[He pauses for a moment to rip off his plain black Holy War t-shirt, to reveal a High Rollers shirt underneath! The crowd boos intensely.]

Chapel: Than Sheryl Marie Gray! Oh, by the way, Isis. Sheryl sends a message. Nobody walks away from the High Rollers, bitch.

[Chapel drops the mike on Isis’ limp body before turning to depart the ring suddenly ‘Step it up’ plays and the boo’s sound out as Sheryl steps out on the stage, she is looking pissed and still unsatisfied at the High Rollers accomplishments, she walks down the ramp and stands outside the ring, Chapel just stands there looking at her.]

Sheryl:
Is that all you are going to do to her? She is the bitch who did nothing for my brother, she is the bitch that cost you all those chances at the Television title, for god sake Chapel you call yourself a Xtreme title finalist!

[Chapel just smiles and nods at Sheryl who leans down under the ring and slides him in a Metal Chair, Isis is slowly getting back to her feet, she stands up and ‘WHACK’ Chapel wraps it over her head before standing over her and slamming shot after shot into her chest, he throws the chair aside and walks to the TV and European titles on the floor, before turning to Sheryl and raising them in the air. The boss is smiling now, she points at the fallen Isis and approvingly nods at Chapel who throws the titles back over Isis and heads out of the ring before heading backstage with his new Boss, Sheryl Marie Gray.]


Backstage

(The show goes backstage where we see Derek Steel standing by with Tom Hammond, he looks back and forth appearing pumped up for the impending confrontation with Too Magnificent.)

Tom:
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing by with tonight’s number one contender for the Livewire title, Derek Steel. How do you think you’ll fair in tonight’s endeavor Derek?

Derek:
That’s Mr. Steel to you Hammond. Anyway, tonight in my first ULW title match I’m going to demonstrate just why I’m the biggest thing to hit ULW since, well, forever. I’ve been waiting for far too long to take a championship here in this federation, and nobody, especially Too Magnificent, here in his hometown of Pittsburgh (pauses as the fans begin to cheer), is not going to be able to stop me. You see, I have something he lacks, tal...

(The crowd has a mixed reaction as Psycho steps into the scene looking Steel up and down with a grin upon the face. Hammond appears surprised by his presence as well as Derek)

Psycho:
Well hello there Derek Steel. Nice to see you’ve chosen to grace ULW with your presence this week.

Derek:
What the hell do you want?

(Psycho grins while running his hands over his chin.)

Psycho:
I just wanted to come back here and wish you luck. You see, your not going to need it in your match against Too Magnificent tonight, but you will require it once you face me for that championship after I won the four way tonight.

(The two men step up nose to nose with one another.)

Derek:
Is that right?

Psycho:
You better believe it. See, it’s going to take everything in your power to beat me for the championship, that’s for damn sure.

Derek:
We’ll just see about that buddy. You have to understand that I’m not like everyone in the back, I actually have some ability. After all, you saw what I did to Steve Rice, I retired him. I’d have no problem doing the same thing to you, believe me. I’d thoroughly enjoy beating on a waste of flesh like yourself.

(Psycho grins before turning away from Derek, Tom Hammond watching on, deeply intrigued. Suddenly Psycho swings around and punches Steel in the face hard. Derek is nearly taken down by the shot before he charges forward, bending down and driving his shoulder into the gut of Psycho, spearing him into the wall. Psycho begins to throw clubbing blows over his back as Steel hits him with body shots. Tom steps in, desperately trying to separate both men before a long line of security and referees move into the scene, trying to pull the two men apart.)

Derek:
You son of a bitch!! I’ll kill you!!

(The officials and the referees continue to try and separate them, Steel finally being pulled back by security as he tries to lunge at Psycho.)

Derek:
Your dead you hear me, your dead!

(Psycho doesn’t look worried, being restrained as well before the show cuts to the inside of the arena where the High Roller’s video package begins to play across the titan-tron.)


Livewire Title Match
Too Magnificent Vs Derek Steel

(Step It Up by Drowning Pool hits the loud speakers, making the fans rise to their feet and begin going absolutely insane.)

Jerry:
Well Tim, we’re ready for a huge Livewire title match, Derek Steel prepared to go one on one with the hometown boy Too Magnificent!

Tim:
I can’t believe a High Roller is getting this kind of reaction!

(The fans are absolutely going insane, cheering as loud as they possibly can as through the curtains emerges Too Magnificent with the Livewire championship over his shoulder. He looks back and forth at the screaming fans with a smile on his face, pleased to be back in his hometown. He starts down the ramp slowly, walking almost methodically towards the ring as a spotlight follows him.)

Tim:
Look at Too Mag, he’s absolutely overwhelmed by this tremendous response, I haven’t heard a reaction like this since I showed up at the Playboy mansion.

(Too Magnificent reaches the steel steps and starts up them slowly as the crowd continues to support basically his every movement. He finally saunters onto the apron then steps over the ropes to the inside of the ring, the referee stepping forward and grabbing the title belt from the hands of Too Mag who takes a long hard look out over the screaming crowd. He demands the use of a microphone, slowly reaching out and grabbing one from the ring announcer before raising it to his mouth only for everyone’s reaction to cut him off. He lowers the mic still grinning from ear to ear then lifting the mic to his lips yet again.)

Too Mag
God it’s good to be home!

(The entire arena once again goes crazy, everyone jumping up and down and thrusting their welcome home Too Magnificent signs into the air.)

Too Magnificent
I can’t tell you the overwhelming feeling that possesses me, the sensation of stepping through those curtains and hearing the response from everyone right here in Pittsburgh PA! It’s euphoric, it’s beyond comprehension, and I’d just like to say to each and everyone of you.....

(Imperium by Machine Head erupts over the loud speakers suddenly, causing a massive amount of boos to rain down over the arena.)

Tim
Here comes Derek Steel, dying to capitalize on this huge opportunity for the gold tonight.

(Suddenly through the curtains pours Derek Steel and Psycho, both men launching rights hands into one another’s faces as the referees and security try their best to separate them.)

Tim
Look at this Jerry, Derek Steel and Psycho are still fighting with another! This is all out chaos!

Jerry
These guys can’t keep their hands off one another, the officials have been trying their best to separate them this entire time.

(The crowd is cheering at the sight of both men fist fighting with one another as they stumble down the ramp. Too Magnificent stands in the ring with his arms stretched out to his sides looking confused by all of this Officials finally get in between Psycho and Steel, pushing Psycho backwards up the ramp as he reaches out desperately trying to get his hands on the behemoth to no avail. Steel steps back with security keeping him in place as he points and shouts at Psycho who is dragged up the ramp backwards. He tries to get free to go at it with Steel again but is being held too tightly now.)

Jerry
This is all out insanity ladies and gentlemen!

Tim
Yes it is, these guys are trying to tear one another apart.

Steel continues to stand on the ramp pointing and shouting at Psycho who is being held back when Magnificent steps up behind him and clubs the big man to the back of his head. Derek stumbles forward then spins around right into a knee to the midsection. Too Mag then grabs him by the back of the head and rushes him towards the ring where he slams him face first into the apron, following up by rolling him under the ropes to the inside. Too Mag slides in himself, getting onto his hands and knees as Steel rises and begins to stomp him to the back of the head repeatedly. The shots nearly taking him down to the canvas before he is placed in a front face lock and pulled to his feet. Magnificent throws an uppercut into the chin of Steel that causes him to stumble backwards to the center of the ring. He then rushes forward going for a clothesline that Derek steps under, getting behind his back and burying his shoulder into his spine. Before Too Mag has a chance to respond he’s lifted high into the air and dropped backwards onto the canvas with a back drop suplex. Derek rises to his feet quickly then steps in and jumps into the air, coming down knee first into the forehead of Too Mag who grabs his face and sits up immediately. Steel steps in behind him and stomps him to the back of the head, then does it once again before walking in reverse and quickly charging in, delivering a hard punt kick right to his kidney area. Too Magnificent yells in pain, his face cringing before Steel grabs him by the hair, rolling him over onto his knees then pulling him to his feet and burying his shoulder into his gut and charging him back first into a turnbuckle. Mag hits hard, unleashing a painful roar before Steel steps backwards in anger then charges in again. Too Mag steps out of the way, causing him to ram into the turnbuckle chest first before turning around and walking right into a drop toe hold, causing him to slam face first into the canvas. Steel tries to push himself up but Too Mag steps right over his leg and lifts it into the air, placing him in a single Boston crab. Steel begins to yell at the top of his lungs in pain as he pushes himself up onto his knuckles. He quickly pulls himself across the ring, dragging Too Magnificent along with him then reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, causing him to have to break the hold. The referee counts to four before finally having to step in and grab Too Magnificent by the arm, dragging him off of Steel, the crowd beginning to boo at the sight of this. He jaw jacks with the referee for a few moments then turns around when Steel rushes across the ring and delivers an unbelievable clothesline, the force sending him down to the canvas brutally while the fans cup their mouths in shock. Steel falls onto his hands and knees after the delivery of the move, his face blood red from anger.)

Jerry
What a violent clothesline by Derek Steel, I’ve never seen such intensity and brutality before.

(A Too Magnificent chant starts throughout the arena as Steel stands up grabbing the hair of the champion and pulling him onto his knees. He places him in a front face lock then drags him onto his feet before hooking his leg and pulling him into the air, dropping backwards and hitting the fisherman suplex.)
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Too Mag shoots his shoulder off of the canvas to a great deal of cheers from the sold out crowd. Steel sits up shaking his head in anger before he rolls onto his knees and sits Mag up, placing him in a sleeper hold and really torturing his neck as much as he can with his brute strength. The Livewire champion yells out in pain, his face beginning to turn a slight shade of purple as the fans try to rally behind him, everyone standing up and cheering him on. Steel only tightens the hold, grinning demonically as he does so as the referee gets into his face asking rather or not he wishes to submit. He quite vocally shouts no before pushing himself up slowly. Steel looks surprised, trying to hold on with all the strength in his upper body. Too Mag will not stop as he gets all the way to his feet, Steel trying to hold on and shaking his head in disbelief before he bends forward and slides under the arms of Derek. He gets behind his back and wraps his arms around the waist of Steel, pulling him backwards, delivering a textbook German suplex with a bridge.
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Steel kicks out to the despair of the sold out crowd. Too Magnificent quickly rises to his feet holding the back of his neck as he turns towards Derek who is bent forward before him. He quickly steps in and places Steel in a front facelock before dropping backwards, hitting a brutal DDT that causes Derek to stand on top of his head then land across his back. Magnificent rises to his feet and grabs Steel around the neck, rolling him onto his knees then standing him up where he is bent forward before dragging his head in between his legs and wrapping his arms around his waist. He begins to lift him up for a powerbomb when Steel stands up suddenly, back dropping him over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Magnificent hits the apron hard and sits up reaching for his lower back while yelling in pain. Steel steps through the ropes onto the apron, waiting for Too Mag to stand up. As the Livewire champion gets up slowly bent forward Steel jumps off the apron and connects with a double axe handle right into his back, causing the fans to begin booing as loud as they can once more. Magnificent continues to writhe in pain having fallen to his hands and knees. Steel grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet before burying his shoulder into his gut and charging him back first right into the apron. Too Mag begins to yell in pain, his back having taken a lot of damage already. Derek takes a few steps in reverse, dragging Magnificent away from the apron before rushing him spine first into it once more.)

Tim
Look at Derek deal out some punishment on that spine of Too Magnificent, he’s really doing some damage to it.

Jerry
He’s simply obsessed with becoming a champion here in the ULW.

(Derek lifts Magnificent into the air before rushing him spine first into the exposed turnbuckle. Too Mag drops down onto his knees yelling in pain as he reaches for his back beginning to grind his teeth. Derek pulls him to his feet and then grabs him by the back of the tights, lifting him up and over into a huge vertical suplex right across the outside mats. He begins to roll back and forth shouting at the top of his lungs as he clutches his spine in agony. Steel makes a back handing motion to one of the fans in the front row, making them boo even louder. He then reaches into the crowd and grabs a Pittsburgh Steelers cap off of someone's head and throws it across the arena. The people act as if they are about to jump the barricade and attack him but are held back by security as Steel steps towards Too Mag and stomps him to the forehead then grabs him around the neck, pulling him to his feet and rolling him under the ropes to the inside of the ring. He then gets onto the apron smirking confidently and stepping over the ropes onto the canvas. He stands behind Too Magnificent who is slowly pushing himself up grabbing his back. Derek begs for him to stand up, motioning for him to rise and basically laughing at him before he gets all the way up still clutching his spine when he turns around. Steel rushes in when Too Magnificent bends forward and back drops him high into the air. Derek slams into the canvas hard then sits up shouting out in pain before rising all the way to his feet when Magnificent steps in and clotheslines him down to the canvas once more, the fans absolutely going insane. Steel rises to his feet looking to be in pain when Too Mag catches him in a front waist-lock then drops backwards, throwing the bigger Derek overhead with a huge belly to belly suplex. Steel slams into the canvas yelling out in pain before pushing himself up quickly only for Too Mag to grab a hold of him and lift the big man into the air before dropping him down to the canvas with a side slam, hooking his leg in the process.
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No! Steel gets his shoulder up at the last second. Too Mag sits up grabbing his hair and appearing shocked. Nonetheless he rises to his feet as Steel rolls onto his hands and knees, grabbing a hold of the ropes and using them to pull himself up slowly. He gets to his feet while leaning on the top rope when Magnificent turns to face him and lifts his leg into the air, going for a big boot only for Steel to move out of the way at the last second. This causes him to rack himself upon the ropes, hitting them groin first and shouting in pain after the collision.)

Tim
Ohhh, that will ruin his weekend.

Jerry
Just when you thought he was coming back here against all the odds Derek reverses his fortune yet again.

(Steel charges in and clotheslines Magnificent, knocking him off the rope and to the apron, which he bounces off of before tumbling to the outside of the ring. He lands on the mats across his hands and knees as his loyal fans try to rally behind him, all of them rising to their feet and calling out his name. Derek steps over the ropes and onto the apron grinning as Too Mag pushes himself upwards, reaching his feet when he slowly begins to turn around to face the beast. Steel dives off the apron when Too Mag shoots his boot up into the air, connecting with the face of Derek violently as the crowd jumps to their feet, in disbelief of the vicious boot. Steel collapses onto the mats across his back as the crowd continues to go insane. Too Magnificent leans backwards against the apron, breathing heavily, his back in tremendous pain. He reaches down and lifts the ringside banner, reaching beneath and grabbing a trash can to everyone’s shock.)

Jerry
This isn’t a hardcore match!

Tim
I don’t think that matters much to Too Magnificent.

(He throws the trash can into the ring before grabbing Steel around the neck and pulling him to his feet. He quickly rolls him into the ring under the ropes then slides in, desperately crawling on top of the big man and hooking his leg.
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Steel gets his shoulder up at the last second infuriating Too Magnificent who now stares at the trash can. He rises to his feet and approaches it slowly, grabbing it off the canvas while still favoring his back. The ref steps in his way demanding he get rid of the object before he nudges him aside and places the trash can in between the top and middle rope in one of the corners, nestling it in their perfectly. Derek uses the turnbuckle to help him reach his feet on the other side of the ring when Too Magnificent steps towards him and grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around and then throwing in a hard knife edge chop. The crowd unleashes a woo! As Derek yells in pain, having his wrist grabbed by the champion. Too Mag whips him across the ring towards the trash can when Steel places the breaks on it and instead sends Too Mag charging towards the metal object. Magnificent turns around and slams into it back first, unleashing a horrendous roar of pain as he begins to stumble forward right into a bearhug from Derek Steel. The crowd looks on in dismay, booing as loud as they can as Too Magnificent roars in pain, his midsection being ripped apart in the bearhug.)

Tim
This may be it Jerry, Too Magnificent is about to submit!

(Too Mag looks to be in horrible pain as Derek tightens the lock, the entire arena standing on pins and needles, knowing the damage already done to his back. Too Magnificent shakes his head as the referee asks him the magic question. He now begins to fight through the pain, throwing right hands into the face of Derek repeatedly before actually biting him on the nose to a huge response from the crowd. Steel is finally forced to break the bearhug, stepping backwards and grabbing his bloody nose when Too Magnificent rushes backwards into the ropes, building momentum. He bounces off and charges back in when Steel reaches out and wraps his arms around his waist, locking in the bearhug once again. The entire arena is shocked to see their hometown boy placed in the same submission hold yet again. Steel suddenly charges Magnificent backwards spine first into the trash can in the corner as the crowd really lets him hear it. Too Magnificent yells in pain before he is pulled back to the center of the ring and placed in the bearhug once again.)

Jerry
My God Steel has placed Too Mag right back in the bearhug, this doesn’t vote well for the champion.

Tim
I hate to count out any member of the High Rollers but Steel has been all over Too Magnificent tonight, he’s literally beat him to the punch nearly at every point.

(Too Mag looks to be falling over nearly from exhaustion and pain, unable to keep his leg beneath him as Steel really applies the hold as tightly as he can. The crowd is on it’s feet trying to rally behind him, doing everything in their power to motivate the champion who suddenly pulls his head back and grabs Derek by the hair. He connects with a vicious head butt, followed by another, still not enough to break free. Steel only tightens the hold, making Too Magnificent yell out in pain before he hits a third head butt. This shot is enough to cause him to release the champion, grabbing his forehead. Too Mag launches a knee into his midsection, causing Steel to bend forward in pain before he is grabbed by the wrist and whipped towards the turnbuckle. Derek spins around and smacks into it hard then stumbles forward holding his back when Too Magnificent rushes in for a clothesline that Steel steps under avoiding. He gets behind Too Mag who spins around and Steel charges in only to be caught and lifted into the air for the spinebuster. Suddenly Magnificent places him in a front face-lock and drops back into an unbelievable DDT. The entire arena goes insane as Steel bounces off the canvas and flops over onto his arse with a dazed look on his face.)

Tim
What a DDT!

Jerry
What a move!!

(Derek finally drops backwards as Too Magnificent crawls on top of him and hooks his leg.
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Steel gets his shoulder up at the last second as the entire arena unleashes an exasperated sigh.)

Jerry
I can’t believe it, how did Derek Steel kick out again!?!

Tim
This certainly has been a brutal encounter between both these men, they’ve just been mauling each other almost like two rabid dogs fighting over the last bone.

Jerry
Was that suppose to make any sense?

Tim
I don’t know, after all I’m paid to just sit here and look pretty.

(Too Magnificent gets to his feet slowly, sweat beading down his face and chest, having had a lot taken out of him before he reaches down and grabs Steel by the hair, sitting him up then pulling him all the way to his feet. Derek looks to be no more than dead weight as he’s grabbed around the neck and pulled upwards slowly. The brutal impact of the DDT having taken a lot from his massive body. When he finally reaches his feet he suddenly grabs the wrist of Too Mag and pulls him into his shoulders, standing up and holding him in the torture rack. The fans get to their feet booing at the sight of this, knowing that with all the damage done to Too Magnificent’s back this may very well end it.)

Tim
Derek Steel is about to hit the Dark Hours! This thing will effectively be over!!

Jerry
We’re about to have a new ULW Livewire champion!

Too Magnificent is held in the torture rack for a second when he suddenly gets his legs free and swings around, landing on his feet right in front of the champion before placing him in a front face lock. The fans go nuts as he lifts his opponent into the air then drops him down onto the canvas across the back of his neck.)

Jerry
The Midas Touch!!

Tim (singing softly)
Trust the Midas Touch.

Jerry
What the hell is that suppose to mean?

Tim
You know, the car repair commercial, oh nevermind.

(Too Mag crawls on top of Derek Steel, absolutely exhausted as he hooks his leg, the entire arena going crazy.
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The fans go mad before they see Derek Steel shoot his shoulder off the canvas at the last second. Magnificent rises onto his knees looking absolutely dumbfounded, peering back and forth at the surprised fans with an exhausted expression upon his face. The crowd is in utter disbelief as Too Mag rises to his feet, grabbing Derek around the neck and pulling him to his feet slowly. Steel is barely able to stand as Magnificent grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring towards one of the turnbuckles. Derek slams into it back first, his arms over the ropes for support with a glazed over look in his eyes. Too Magnificent now rushes in when Derek steps out of the corner and catches him in a tilt a whirl before wrapping his arms around his waist and holding him upside down. He now drops to his knees, delivering the tombstone piledriver to the dismay of the entire arena, everyone of them booing as loud as they can.)

Tim
It’s over!!

Jerry
Derek Steel hit that tombstone piledriver out of nowhere!

Steel crawls on top of Magnificent, sweet drizzling from his body as he hooks his leg.
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No, Magnificent gets his shoulder up at the last second as the fans begin to go crazy once again. Derek rises to his knees and looks towards the rafters, unable to believe that he’s yet to win this contest. Steel gets to his feet slowly, leaning on the ropes for support when a figure rushes from over the crowd barrier, carrying a hockey stick.)

Tim
Who the hell is that?

Jerry
It’s Mario Lemieux !

Tim
The Penguins star!?!

(He stops at the edge of the ring and slides a hockey stick in to Too Magnificent while the referee checks on Derek Steel. Lemieux dressed in a Penguins jersey and blue jeans jumps onto the apron to get the officials attention as Too Mag grabs the hockey stick and conceals it under his body. The entire arena is going absolutely insane at the sight of this as Steel turns around and steps towards Too Magnificent, looking incredibly fatigued. The ref has stepped over to Lemieux but instead of getting rid of him he seems to be asking for an autograph. Steel grabs Magnificent, trying to turn him over when he’s smacked over the head with the hockey stick. The shot immediately takes him down, the stick shattering into pieces and falling to the canvas. Too Mag throws the rest of it to the outside of the ring then hooks the leg of the challenger, Lemieux signs his name on the referee’s shirt then dropping off the canvas. The official finally turns around and drops to the canvas, making the count.)

Jerry
Magnificent just shattered a hockey stick over Derek Steel’s head and Mario Lemieux is distracting the referee, this thing is over!

Tim
I can’t believe this turn of events.

(The ref drops down and makes the count.
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The entire arena explodes into cheers, everyone jumping up and down, going absolutely insane as Lemieux slides into the ring and steps to the side of Too Magnificent who seems to be having trouble standing. He assists him to his feet, the champion leaning on him for support while flashbulbs erupt all over the arena. His title belt is handed to him by the official who grabs one hand and holds it up into the air while the other is held by Mario. The crowd is still going insane while Steel lies on the canvas holding his forehead.)

Jerry
What a triumphant home coming for Too Magnificent! He’s defeated Derek Steel thanks to the help of world famous Mario Lemieux!


Backstage

(The scene opens backstage, Weapon is seen jumping up and down on the spot, his eyes look like focused and his mind focused, he is wearing his new T-shirt. The front logo reading “To be your strongest, Be yourself” an intanglement of thorns behind it while the back reads “Nick Harris – The Lethal Weapon” suddenly he sees his wife Sheryl coming from the ring area next to Chapel and Bruce Lomond, he snarls and walks toward her the two men greeting him respectfully, but Weapon simply ignores them and walks right into the face of his confused wife.)

Weapon:
There was no need to do that to Isis Sheryl! She left on good terms and caused no trouble!

(Sheryl just smiles and goes to touch her husbands face, she strokes his cheeks and rests against his chest the smell of her hair and perfume so feminine and nice he begins to feel for her before begrudgingly wrapping his arms around her, the two men just leave and head for the High Rollers VIP lounge, Weapon then pulls away from Sheryl but still looks angry, purposely she puts on the innocent girl voice and look.)

Sheryl:
I didn’t mean to hurt you baby, I was just making sure she didn’t end up like Sable, you remember how she hurt us, turned on us? I needed to know Isis knew the same thing… I promise, it was not anything personal.

Weapon:
You promise?

Sheryl:
Yes…You have my word as your wife – and as little Scotts mother.

(Weapon smiles and hugs her again before kissing her forehead and walking of into the backstage area. Sheryl just smiles evilly the innocence in her face fading fast as she glares like the devil itself at the camera.)

Sheryl:
No husband dearest…This is simply business!

(She smiles further before walking past the camera as the scene fades back into the arena area)


8 Man tag
Hellkat, Hurse & G-Nation Vs Magnum, Bullseye & Coven (Serenity and Tristan)

Walters-And now we’re ready for our first of two main events this evening, the match made by our new general manager Shane Leonard at Retribution, an eight man tornado tag between the champions of our two previous brands.

May-This one should be a great one. There’s never been so much talent in one ring together in ULW history.

Walters-So the superstars should be coming out any time no-hey! That’s not Terri Lynn-Blaze.

A different ring announcer runs into the ring, holding up a mike as the crowd cheers.

Announcer-Ladies and Gentleman, it is my pleasure to introduce to you the man who made the next match possible. He signs my paychecks. He’s maybe the greatest General Manager ever, and tonight he’ll be the best guest commentator ever. He’s not your daddy, but he is doing your mama. He’s Shane, The Greatest Ever, Leonard!!!

Jay-Z’s Big Pimpin’ comes blaring from the speakers as Shane comes out through the curtains, sporting a black pinstriped suit, his mirror shades, and the long black emerald-topped cane. He walks to the left side of the stage, waving at the crowd, before walking down the ramp to ringside.

Walters-Well, it seems the GM’s going to lend a hand on the commentary for this match.

May-Great! Maybe we can talk about getting me a raise.

Leonard-How’s it going fellas. Great show tonight so far, eh?

Walters-You’ve got that right Mr. Leonard, sir.

Leonard-Oh, call me Shane. I hate those big long titles.

May-This match you’ve got set up next could be the highlight of the night though, Shane. Brilliant decision putting it on by the way.

Leonard-I hate long titles almost as much as I hate brown nosers. YOU can call me Mr. Leonard.

Walters-And here comes the team from Fucked Up Friday, Hellkat, Gangsta Nation, and Hurse!

Wake it up by KoRn plays from the speakers as the team heads to the ring. G-Nation and Hellkat come out of the curtain immeadiately, but Hurse is nowhere to be seen. The trio make it to the ring and climb in, looking around uncertainly for their other partner.

Walters-In a show of solidarity for their brands, the team’s agreed to come out to their brand’s old entrance music.

Leonard-Indeed they have. While it was a brief moment in ULW’s history, it was still an important time for ULW that we’re honoring here tonight. But I’m wondering where that fool Hurse is. He’s gonna have hell to answer for if he punks out on my match.

Inside the ring, Gangsta Nation moves off to their corner, putting their heads together and strategizing before the match. Hellkat comes over and tries to ask them a question, but they just look at her with eyebrows raised before rolling their eyes and going back to their huddle. Hellkat turns and walks away, a disappointed look on her face. Suddenly, The arena lights dim as the fans sit in quiet anticipation, awaiting the arrival of yet another superstar set to compete in the squared circle. Suddenly Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park hits the loud speakers, causing a great deal of boos to come from the stands as the fans rise to their feet in anger over what they're hearing. Stars begin to fall on the titontron with pictures of all Hurse's accomplishments set inside of them as golden pyrotechnics shoot from the sides of the entry way. The despised Hurse saunters onto the stage now, stepping through the curtains with an arrogant grin upon his face as he stares back and forth methodically at the crowd. Even their booing is not enough to take away the air of confidence that surrounds him while he moves slowly down the ramp, merely shaking his head as the front row fans bombard him with heinous chants. A pair of red tights cling to his lower body with a black H upon the sides, while a golden dragon wraps around the letters. Above only a thing of black wrist bands cover a small portion of his arms. He steps up the steel stairs slowly before reaching the apron and looking out over the fans with a huge grin upon his face. The crowd boos as he leans backwards against the ropes with his arms extended out to his sides and his nose aimed upwards towards the heavens. After this brief show boating he finally slides through the top and middle rope, entering the ring and stepping to it's center still grinning arrogantly.

Walters-Why that arrogant jackass! He just didn’t want to come out to the FUF music. He wanted his own moment to showboat!

May-Oh that’s just too good! I love it!

Leonard-Heh, well, I guess you can’t fault the guy for showboating a little. It’ll only make him a bigger target in the match anyways.

Walters-Bah, I can think of enough other things to fault him for that I don’t need to bother faulting him for this one.

Suddenly, the arena lights go dark as the Annihilation theme music begins. A trio of spotlights shine on the wrestlers as they come to ringside, one highlighting Magnum who leads the way with a cocky stride, one centered on the Coven who walk to the ring arm in arm, seemingly oblivious to the fans around them, and finally one on Bullseye, who stares intently into the ring to size up his opponents.

Walters-And here comes the Annihilation team, and let me tell you you’ll never find a finer group of athletes. Not to take anything away from my own brand, but they will definitely have their hands full in this one.

Leonard-I can’t say all that much of Bullseye, but the other three are definitely some of our most impressive superstars.

May-Yeah, what’s the deal with that? You two had some words at Retribution as I recall.

Leonard-He’s just an arrogant kid who’s gonna have to learn some respect one of these days. He’s entitled to his opinions about me, but I want it understood that I didn’t hang up the boots because I “couldn’t take it.” In my last match, a battle royal, I tore my quad when I came down hard from my elimination. The doctors don’t know if I’ll ever be back to the kind of shape I was when I first came to HSW, but I assure you there’s no place I’d rather be than back in that ring. Until then, I want to be as much a part of ULW as I can.

Inside the ring, the wrestlers huddle in their respective corners, eventually apparently coming to some sort of decision as to who is going in first. Tristan remains in the ring from the Annihilation side while Hurse remains from the FUF team.

Walters-There’s all sorts of interaction issues between these groups. Everybody in that ring has gold of some kind. There’s High Rollers sitting on both sides of the ring, and team members who share an active hatred for each other.

May-It’s like watching Hamlet. All sorts of competing people in a power struggle, and in the end only one will be left standing!

Leonard-Actually, in Hamlet everybody dies.

May-Oh. Well, that could happen too.

Tristan and Hurse come together in the center of the ring as the bell sounds. They circle each other warily, looking for some kind of opening in the others’ defense. They both go for a lock-up, neither really gaining any clear advantage over the other in terms of strength as they circle each other.

Walters-You were in several Battle Royal matches during your short career, weren’t you Shane? How do you prepare for something like this.

Leonard-Well, it’s tough because you can’t really focus too much on any one person. You just have to make sure you’re at the top of your game, and hope the chips fall the right way.

May-You mean hope you get lucky.

Leonard-What was that?

May-Nothing!

Hurse puts Tristan into a side headlock. He cinches it in tight, but Tristan pushes out of it and sends Hurse into the ropes. When he comes running back Tristan drops for a back body drop, to which Hurse responds by kicking him squarely in the face. Tristan is stood up, a look of shock on his face, as Hurse clotheslines him to the ground. He goes for a cover, but receives only a two count. Picking Tristan up, he quickly hits a drop toe hold it, rolling through and locking Tristan into some sort of modified leg wrench. Hurse reaches up and makes the quick tag to Hellkat, who slingshots over the top rope and lands a leg drop to the back of Tristan’s head as Hurse departs the ring.

Walters-Good team work there between Hellkat and Hurse, especially considering their mutual enmity.

Leonard-We’ll see how long they can keep it up. If they keep doing that, they might take this thing.

Hellkat ties Tristan up in an underarm headlock before spinning and planting him with a swinging neckbreaker. She goes for the cover as well, but still only gets a two count. She stands up, holding Tristan’s arms pinned as she reaches over to tag Hurse back in, who gets a free kick on Tristan’s ribs before Hellkat leaves the ring. Hurse lands an overhead blow to the back of Tristan’s head while he’s doubled over, but Tristan doesn’t go down. He seems to be shaking with some kind of rage as a look of puzzlement crosses Hurse’s face. He bounces off the nearby ropes and slaps a knee into Tristan’s face, but this only stands Tristan up straight, a look of rage and glee simultaneously on his face! Hurse goes for to bounce off the ropes again, but when he comes back Tristan boots him to the gut, planting him to the mat with his trademark “The Last Fix” (snap DDT.) Tristan goes for the cover, but Hurse kicks out at two. Undaunted, Tristan stands back up. He gestures for Hurse to get up and calls for a spear. Seeing this, Impaler tries to enter the ring and interfere. The referee, however, has none of it. He gets right up in the bigger man’s face, shouting and pointing for him to leave. Hurse staggers back to his feet, and Tristan runs to bounce off the ropes and hit the spear. When he hits the ropes, however, Remix punches him in the spine, causing him to stagger off in agony. As Remix tosses something, probably a pair of brass knuckles off to the side where the referee, who is still arguing with Impaler, can’t see them Hurse takes the opportunity to hit Impaler with the Absolution (gut-wrench sit down powerbomb with pin) and hook Tristan up. The ref drops and counts the one..two..three!

Walters-And Tristan is eliminated already.

May-Great teamwork there from Remix and Impaler.

Tristan rolls out of the ring, shaking his head and wondering what happened. He stops on the ramp, however, turning to watch the rest of the match and see how his Serenity does. Hurse stands up, a huge smile on his face as he wipes his hands against each other. He turns to the enemy corner to see who his next opponent is, but his eyes widen as Bullseye enters, his alight with glee as he rubs a hand over his face, eager to get his hands on his opponent at Nuclear Warfare. Bullseye runs towards Hurse, who quickly turns and tags in Impaler! The crowd boos as Hurse drops under the bottom rope and rolls outside the ring.

Walters-Looks like Hurse doesn’t want anything to do with Bullseye.

Leonard-Of course not. He’s been playing mind games with him all week, so of course he doesn’t want to let Bullseye get his hands on him.

Bullseye and Impaler come to the center of the ring, extending hands to shake in a sign of solidarity before the match begins. Suddenly, Bullseye jerks Impaler forward and hits a big knee to his gut. Bullseye tosses him over to the Annihilation corner before he runs at Hurse, who’s just climbed up onto the ring apron. The two start exchanging blows over the top rope, the ref running to try and break it up. In the meantime, Serenity and Magnum both start taking cheap shots on Impaler, who’s trapped in their corner. The ref breaks them up, but as he’s walking away he lobs some spit over the top rope at Hurse. Hurse charges into the ring, again being blocked by the referee, which gives Bullseye time to run back to his corner and put a boot over Impaler’s throat, slowly choking the life out of him. Hurse frantically points over the ref’s shoulder, but he ignores it and keeps pushing him out through the ropes while Impaler continues to be choked by Bullseye and kicked by Magnum and Serenity.

Walters-The ref’s certainly having a tough time keeping order in this one!

May-With that many people in the ring, and especially that many cheaters, what’d you expect? You’d need two refs to keep order.

Leonard-Hmm, two refs. Intresting idea. I’ll bring it up at the next staff meeting.

May-See Jerry, Shane thinks I have good ideas.

Leonard-It’s Mr. Leonard, and usually your ideas are crap. A broken watch is right at least twice a day, though.

The ref finally turns around to break up the assault on Impaler. Bullseye pulls him up to try and continue to attack, but when he tries a suplex on the bigger man Impaler manages to pull it together enough to power out and hit an overhead german suplex of his own. While Bullseye is down Impaler charges over to the Annihilation corner, hitting Serenity and Mags with a shot before turning back to the Irish Assassin. Impaler crawls up to the second rope, jumping off to hit a double axe handle. Bullseye sees it coming, however, and boots Impaler in the gut. He pulls the 6’7”er up and brings him down for his finisher “I Never Miss,” (Jackhammer.) The referee drops for the count, one..two…THREE and Impaler is eliminated!

Walters-That makes it one elimination each and we’re all tied up again. Looks like Bullseye’s not quite as bad as you thought he was, Shane.

Leonard-I never said he wasn’t good, just that I don’t like his attitude.

Bullseye stand back up, rubbing his hands together to mock Hurse, then points for him to be the next one to enter the ring. Hurse however will have none of it. Remix is too busy shouting for Impaler to stay at ringside and keep an eye on Tristan, so Hellkat reluctantly climbs in. She walks to the center of the ring, but to everyone’s amazement she simply lays down on her back. Bullseye stares at her in shock as she gestures for him to cover her.

Walters-Well, Hellkat mentioned something early in the week about just laying down to let someone pin her, but I didn’t think she meant it literally.

Leonard-Oh come on. At least try! How the hell am I supposed to have the greatest show ever when my champ just lays down like that. I’m gonna have to have a word with that girl.

Bullseye lays down reluctantly, watching for a trap. The referee drops down to count, one..two..No! Hurse runs in and kicks Bullseye, breaking up the pin. The ref turns to reprimand him, but turns back to see that Hellkat’s still not moving. She crosses her arms over her chest in a mock “I’m dead” pose, and Bullseye shrugs and tries the pin again. This time Remix runs in to break it up! Hellkat looks at the ref in irritation before laying down once more, eying him specifically. Bullseye is shaking his head in frustration, but he tries the pin again anyways. As Hurse comes running in this time, however, Bullseye doesn’t even bother with it, simply standing up and walking back to his corner. Hellkat, however, is irate. She stands up and gets in the referees face, shouting that he should count faster. The ref looks just as bewildered as everyone else, but suddenly Magnum runs across the ring, spearing Hellkat in the back and pinning the referee between her and the ringpost. The ref slumps to the ground, unconscious. Magnum shouts “Maybe now you’ll fight, you stupid bitch,” and walks back over to his corner, tagging in Serenity. Seeing this, Remix quickly reaches over the ropes to tag himself in. He runs across the ring as Serenity is climbing between the ropes, she winds back to defend herself, but is instead caught by Bullseye, who grabs her arm and holds her. Remix slams into Serenity with a huge clothesline. He starts booting her as Bullseye crawls into the ring to get in some blows as well.

May-It’s all falling apart now! I wondered how long it would take before the High Rollers turned their attention to the only Coven member left in the match.

Walters-This has got to be the most bizarre tag match I’ve ever seen.

Magnum can only look on in confusion as Bullseye pounds on their respective tag team partner, along with a member of the other team! Serenity is helpless to defend herself, but Tristan comes charging in from outside, taking Bullseye down with a spear. He stands up to face Remix, but Impaler is in the ring just as quickly to interfere! He clubs Tristan to the ground from behind, and then all three High Rollers have the two Coven members at their mercy.

Walters-The High Rollers are definitely looking to get some pay-back on the Coven, most recently for their attack on Michael Synclaire at Retribution.

Leonard-You know fellas, I tell ya what. I’ve seen about enough. These people didn’t come out here to watch this. They came to see a great match, and that’s what they’re gonna get!

Leonard stands up at the commentary booth, unbuttoning his suit coat and tossing it aside before charging the ring. The crowd cheers as Leonard winds back with his cane, swinging it in a huge arc and connecting with the back of Bullseye’s skull. Bullseye goes down hard as Remix and Impaler turn to face the GM. Leonard drops the cane and motions Impaler forward. He charges, but Leonard nimbly ducks to the side, catching him in the head with a right hook and sending him to the ground. Remix tries to get him from behind, but Leonard starts jabbing him repeatedly in the face before finally winding back for a huge haymaker to Remix’s face! Tristan and Serenity get back to their feet as Leonard hauls Remix back to his feet, tossing his limp body to them. Shrugging, Tristan points to the corner and Serenity jumps to the top, leaping down as Tristan hits his stalling spinebuster!

Walters-Darkness Binds! The Coven just hit their finisher on Remix!

Leonard runs over to the ref as Serenity drops and makes the cover. The GM bends over, grabbing the refs hand and slapping it down for the one…two…three! Remix is eliminated!

Walters-What a turn around! What started out as an attack on Serenity has turned into Bullseye lying unconscious in the middle of the ring and Remix eliminated from the match.

May-But it’s hardly professional for our GM to be getting involved in matches like that.

Walters-Who cares! It was a damn screw job from the beginning. Remix got what he deserved.

Leonard shakes the ref to rouse him the rest of the way before rolling himself, Remix, and Impaler out of the ring. Hurse, sensing weakness, descends on the ring like a shark smelling blood. Serenity tiredly tries to raise to her feet, but Hurse catches her with a diving bulldog to bring her down. Almost in the same motion, he gets her in position and cinches in his Finisher, the Legend Lock! The referee drops to ask Serenity if she taps. She tries to resist!

Walters-That damn vulture Hurse is about to pick up another elimination here, Tim, unless Serenity can get to those ropes.

May-Hold that thought, it looks like there’s some kind of action going on outside the ring.

Remix and Impaler struggle back up to their feet and turn to see Tristan, standing at ringside and trying to cheer Serenity to get to the ropes. The duo charge Tristan, however, taking him down and starting a serious beating on him. Serenity sees it and quickly taps out. The ref orders Hurse to release the hold, which he gladly does. Serenity flies back to her feet, apparently forgetting the damage she’s taken, and charges for the ropes. She slingshots over the top, landing on top of both Remix and Impaler!

Walters-The match has degenerated into bedlam! Pure bedlam!

May-This is great!

Bullseye is just beginning to stir at ringside as Hurse turns to him. He quickly hauls Bullseye back to his feet, slapping him mockingly in the face before setting him up in the gut-wrench position. The crowd boos furiously as once again Hurse hits The Absolute. The ref drops down for the count, and suddenly Bullseye is eliminated as well! Hurse is exuberant as he hops back to his feet, holding up three fingers to the crowd.

Walters-You can’t really fault Bullseye for not kicking out there. Leonard totally blindsided him with that shot from his cane. He could have a concussion.

May-Yeah, and now Magnum’s the only one left, and he has to deal with both Hurse and Hellkat!

Magnum looks more irritated than anything as he slowly climbs into the ring. Hurse is too busy mocking the crowd to notice as the Annihilation champion stalks over to him, tapping him on the shoulder and spinning Hurse around for some punches to the face. Hurse is staggered as Magnum hooks him up for a vertical suplex. As Hurse comes down, Magnum rolls them back up to their feet and hits another suplex. Once again, Magnum hauls Hurse up for a suplex, but this time he keeps him up in the air for a few more seconds before bringing him down in a Steiner Spike!

Walters-He calls that one the Deadly Aggression, and it’s possibly the most physically draining combo of moves I’ve seen.

May-For both men! Can you imagine the strength and stamina it takes to pull off something like that!

Hurse is clearly on dream street, but Magnum still hauls him back to his feet. Apparently he’s out to prove some kind of point, as he shoots Hurse into the ropes, only to bounce off himself and land the M-Line (Clothesline from Hell.) Magnum hits the cover, and the ref counts one, two, three. Hurse is eliminated. He rolls out of the ring, almost looking relieved, but as his feet touch the mat he finds himself face to face with Bullseye! Bullseye smiles a crooked smile before laying into Hurse with some punches of his own! On the opposite side of the ring, The Coven and G-Nation are still going at it! And in the ring Magnum turns to face the only opponent left, Hellkat!

Walters-What a match! The two champions are about to square off! This could be a preview of the big match at Nuclear Warfare!

Hellkat comes charging in as Magnum rises from the pinfall. She leaps and hits a Lou Thesz Press to drive him down to the mat, biting and clawing at Mag’s face. The ref orders her to break it up, so she instead plants her hands and pushes up to come down and drive her knees into Magnum’s stomach. She pins his arms down, but Mag kicks out at one. Hellkat rolls off, coming to her feet sooner than Magnum and firing back with a huge punch to the face. She keeps laying in the rights before finally ducking down and throwing him overhead in a fireman’s carry. She quickly cinches Magnum into a reverse chinlock, but Magnum is too strong and powers back up to his feet, literally lifting Hellkat off the ground as she clings to him tenaciously. Magnum’s face is turning red as he reaches over his head to grab hold of Hellkat, bending down and slinging her to the mat. Tiredly, he drops to his knees and starts slugging her in the face, returning the favor from earlier. The ref yells for him to stop but he just ignores him, bashing Hellkat’s nose open with his fists. Finally the ref threatens to DQ him and Magnum makes his way back up to his feet, staggering and still a little woozy from the submission hold. He staggers away, gesturing for Hellkat to get up and calling for the M-Bomb. Hellkat gets up, holding her nose to try and stop the blood, before turning around and catching a boot to the gut. Magnum shoots her into the corner and charges after, nailing her with a clothesline and leaving Hellkat helpless. He hauls her to the top rope, setting her up for the M-Line! He climbs up to follow, but Hellkat simply flies off the top rope, sitting on his shoulders and nailing Magnum with a hurricanrana! Magnum is down! Hellkat covers one…TWO….NOOO!!! Magnum kicks out at two and nine eights! Hellkat can’t believe it. She turns to bounce off the ropes and maybe land an elbow drop, but at that moment Bullseye ducks a chair shot from Hurse. Hurse slaps Hellkat in the back with the steel chair! She staggers away from the ropes, only to get rolled up by Magnum. He grabs the tights and nearly pulls them off as the ref drops for the count…one…Two…THREE!!!!

Jerry Walters:
This match is chaos Tim! Coven and G-Nation are fighting in front of us, Hurse and Bullseye are at the rampway and look in the ring, Hellkat could be in trouble here

Tim May:
This match has been nothing short from what we expected Jerry, it was poorly made and poorly worked out and the GM has a lot of answering to do!

Jerry Walters:
What!?! Regardless of the chaos this match has been thoroughly entertaining wh- WHOA, FUCK!

(Remix throws Tristan over the announcers table right into Jerry Walters and Tim May, he turns to Serenity and with Impaler lifts her an throws her onto the padded concrete floors hitting a double spinebuster, the safety mats however not giving her much safety as she lays lifeless on the outside of the ring. On the other side Bullseye has the upper hand on Hurse and slams him head first into the steel steps before throwing him right along the scale of the ring and face first into the ring post knocking him to the floor…Back in the ring Remix and Impaler have joined Magnum standing behind Hellkat who gets back to one knee hurt, she has no idea they are behind her, Bullseye rolls in the ring as well now and Hellkat is surrounded by High Rollers.)

Jerry Walters:
Are we on? Are we on? Good. Sorry ladies and gentleman but there is hectic emotions being fired around here and now the World Champion Hellkat is in some serious trouble.

(Bullseye walks around to the three men but suddenly Magnum lashes out and ignores Hellkat who crawls away to the ropes to help herself up using them and instead attacks Bullseye clotheslining him to the ground, Remix and Impaler turn to Magnum, the emotions of the three breaking down, Bullseye gets back to his feet and jumps in between G-Nation trying to grab Magnum but suddenly Remix and Impaler both grab his head hitting a double Diamond cutter leaving him lifeless on the canvas! Magnum smiles as G-Nation just shake his hand, the trio then walking to Hellkat who is back on her feet, she turns and suddenly looks intimidated by the three High Rollers who just stand in front of her! Suddenly the fans go nuts as Killjoy charges down the ramp and slides in the ring, Magnum and G-Nation all slide out of the ring and leave Killjoy to point and trash talk them, he turns to Hellkat who to his surprise is standing facing him pointing and saying “You are hear to hurt me, to hurt me!” Killjoy is shaking his head, suddenly ‘Step it up’ by Drowning pool hits and the President Sheryl Marie Gray walks out!)

Jerry Walters:
This could be trouble? I mean more trouble!

Tim May:
What? That’s the boss Jerry, she is out here on business, this match has been hectic and she is out here just to make sure it gets sorted! Killjoy doesn’t even belong here, she is just straightning out Leonard’s bad booking ability!

(She has a mic in hand and raises it to her mouth as her High Rollers, Magnum and G-Nation flock to her, she is looking angry, but then her eyes widen and she smiles her face becoming Innocent just like the fans saw with Lethal moments ago before the match.)

Sheryl:
Hellkat, what are you doing? What are you doing in the ring with Killjoy, a man that broke his word, a man that LIED to you, you told him to leave you alone, you told him to stay away from you…He is out here Hellkat and he has broke that promise, he has lid to you and I KNOW, on good authority that he is out here…To hurt you!

(Hellkat looks at Killjoy, any trust she had for him draining quickly, she slides out of the ring not taking her eyes of him, she takes the belt and places it over her shoulders before again pointing at him and saying “You were going to hurt me” Killjoy is pleading to her not to listen, he is begging her not to, she shakes her head and walks around the ring to the bottom of the ramp, between Sheryl and the High Rollers and Killjoy.)

Sheryl:
Hellkat I heard Coven talk about it earlier on, just like they hurt My Michael Synclaire at Retribution they were going to do the same to you, THE VERY SAME, Hellkat, Serenity is jealous of you because you are the female World Champion of the ULW and Killjoy is Jealous of you…Because you are unique!

(Hellkat looks at Sheryl and shakes her head and begins demoting herself.)

Sheryl:
No, Hellkat, I don’t understand, I am not like you, we are actually opposites, I was bought up in a loving family, a rich family, you had a harder life, but the difference is this Hellkat, You are unique because you are who you are. Killjoy claims to be like you, to know you, to know how you feel and he doesn’t does he?

(Hellkat looks at Killjoy then seemingly mesmerized by Sheryl shakes her head and walks toward the president.)

Sheryl:
Killjoy is a liar, a fake…Coven want to hurt you, we don’t Hellkat, we are your friends, The High Rollers…Are your friends!

(Hellkat suddenly points to Magnum who holds his arms out in innocence and adjusts his title, G-Nation are applauding Hellkat, all of them trying to make her feel welcome.)

Sheryl:
These guys, you are worried about these guys…Hellkat, in the ring these boys are simply warriors, its there job, it would be my fault there so vicious, I push them, I make them work…You and Magnum is a ‘Good will’ match for the greatest title in the company, to prove it…Right now, ill make the match…Hellkat & Magnum Vs Serenity and Tristan tag competition next week, Main event! How about it Hellkat? Magnum is your friend and next week he will prove it?

(Hellkat considers it then looks to Magnum who is pointing to her then back at himself before pointing out they would be the best tag team and the best friends because there both champions…Hellkat suddenly smirks, she walks right to the High Rollers group and a quiet conversation occurs between the two, Sheryl just nods understandingly before walking up the ramp with Hellkat, the rest of the High Rollers in toe following, Killjoy is in the ring demanding she comes back, he can’t believe she is listening to the words of Sheryl. Hellkat disappears behind the curtain but before Sheryl does she turns to Killjoy and smirks wide and evilly before lifting her thumb in the air as a roman emperor would do to a gladiator then drops it causing it to face the ground before following Hellkat into the back! Suddenly Lomond appears from the fans, he slides in the ring behind Killjoy, the fans are booing loudly, suddenly Killjoy turns right onto the shoulder of Lomond who spins him round and drops him right onto the back of his neck!!!! THE SHOT!!!!!
Lomond quickly rolls out of the ring as Serenity and Tristan slide in, there faces angry as Lomond heads back up the ramp to the High Rollers music, Magnum waiting at the top for him holding two High Rollers t-shirts as the show goes to break!)



Jerry Walters:
Ladies and Gentleman, welcome back and if you missed it, well, it was chaotic scenes here at ringside. Hurse was left a bloody mess after an after match assault by Bullseye, Serenity and Tristan were beaten to a pulp and then Bullseye was attacked himself…By the High Rollers!!!

Tim May:
That’s not to mention Killjoy interfering in stuff that has nothing to do with him!

Jerry Walters:
No way! Tell it how it is Tim, Hellkat is in the soft spot of Killjoys heart somewhere and the man earlier on at the beginning of the show tried to befriend Hellkat, but Sheryl the absolute bitch put a spanner to the works for her own doing by claiming to Hellkat that in fact…She was Hellkats friend and even convinced the FUF world champion that Coven and Killjoy were bad and the ones trying to hurt her…It was sickening to say the very least!

Tim May:
Oh but it got better!

Jerry Walters:
No it got worse! After finding out that Chapel the two faced son of a bitch turned to the High Rollers earlier tonight, we also found out Magnum the Annihilation World Champion and Bruce Lomond, also joined, after Lomond done Sheryl’s bidding and took Killjoy out of the equation with the shot right in the middle of the ring.

Tim May:
Jerry why are you so negative, this is great thinking by Mrs. Gray she has both the World Champions by her side, the Tag Champions, she is brilliant Jerry!

Jerry Walters:
Oh she is scheming alright, the woman knows how to convince someone into doing things that may not be the right course of action, but by god Tim, this tonight, with Synclaire, Chapel, Lomond, Magnum, G-Nation. With the High Rollers in a whole, what they have done tonight has been sickening and I dread next week, because the wrath of the Coven is something feared by all.


AWOL & Daemon Vs Xavier and Weapon

(Suddenly Daemon Frost walks from behind the curtain to a mixed reaction from the fans. Dressed in a white business shirt and faded blue jeans torn at the knees, Daemon stands there, a smile on his face. He listens for a moment, to both his own music and the crowd around him. Moonlight Sonata plays over the speakers, a complete contrast to the violence that will ensue shortly. He walks, completely focused to the ring, where he quickly hops to the apron and pulls on the ropes before stepping into the ring. Daemon slowly rolls and cracks his neck and stretches his arms, waiting with great anticipation for the violence to begin again.) Jerry Walters:
Well here we go, AWOL and Daemon Vs Weapon and Xavier and this match is going to be huge, no DQ, anything goes and some of the most hardcore wrestlers in the game!

Tim May:
I am worried about Xavier though, I never really imagined him as a hardcore based wrestler, Daemon and AWOL we know are after the Lair and Weapon well he killed Cell Block, but Xavier…I mean really?

Jerry Walters:
He is the wildcard here, both Xavier and Weapon showing some dislike to each other but then again would you say there is mutual understanding between Daemon and AWOL?

Tim May:
Can anyone understand AWOL!

(Suddenly all the lights in the arena go dark and a single spotlight shines up to the stage. Some mellow acoustic chords begin to play as the crowd gives a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. Sulley from Godsmack begins to sing "It's safe to say, You're never alive, A big part of you has died, And by the way, I hope you're satisfied...." The curtains are ripped open at the next instant as mushroom cloud shaped pyro’s explode on the corners of the stage. The Biggest, Craziest Bastard in ULW comes storming out of the back as the heavy metal version of "Awake" roars out of the speakers. AWOL stomps to the ring, ignoring the crowd reaction, and hops up to the ring apron. He climbs into the ring and starts stretching on the ropes, glaring around at all the fans in the arena before turning to Daemon and just smiling, the two men don’t look stable as a tag team already but before ay fireworks can fly, there attention goes back to the rampway.)

Jerry Walters:
AWOL is down here and biggest, craziest bastard is somewhat an understatement, Conrad Gray is still in hospital after that torture by AWOL and as far as we know is slowly getting better.

Tim May:
I like this new AWOL though if I’m honest.

Jerry Walters:
WHAT!?!

Tim May:
He is like the AWOL I admired back in the HSW days, just more….Crude and… Gruesome, but still good. I mean he tore Mag and Johnson apart at Retribution and already he is under the skin of Lethal Weapon!

(That beautiful, hateful and tantalizing theme, "Too Much", suddenly bursts the seams of the sound speakers, and leaking into a flood of boos we get a reaction from the fans. Flash bulbs explode as the red curtain that dangles in the entranceway parts, and out steps the Team Leader: XAVIER. As the fans stand to greet him properly, his dark eyes stare back out at them from behind that malicious mask of his, hiding something but telling everyone that tonight is going to be another fabulous night. His shirt reads YOUR TEAM LEADER in bold white letters, displaying his status in this federation; his pants are generic blue jeans, showcasing that he lacks the fashion outlook to do something different.
No fancy pyrotechnics follow him as he heads down the ramp and into the ringside area - nothing but a legion of hateful obsceneties hurled his way by the ingrates that surround him. X, of course, completely ignores them. His feet seem to crash down on the rampway as the fans' boos pick up even more, the pure weight of his greatness increasing his own weight by pounds and pounds. The Career Killer arrives in front of the ring, and as he does so the thousands of people present rise higher than ever before in their attempt to verbally prevent him from entering the ring he just waits however on the outside looking up at Daemon who just stares directly at him as does AWOL.)

Jerry Walters:
Maybe one of the most irritating, back stabbing, cheating sons of bitches in the wrestling world, Xavier.

Tim May:
He is the team leader damn it Jerry! Respect the man would you, show some appreciation for him being present here!

Jerry Walters:
I’d show some appreciation if he went home!

(Suddenly the lights go out and the fans jump to there feet the growing noise around the arena louder then ever before, the 17.800 Pittsburgh fans of the ULW are stomping, chanting, screaming and taking photos as they await the Lethal Weapon in his return match to the ULW…Suddenly the words,

“My time has arrived”

slowly emerges on the screen, the words like rolled up pieces of paper slowly opening up to make a creepy looking sentence which is then followed by another word,

“And now I am here.”

All goes black…Not a sound, not a whisper…..Suddenly A wind like that of a train fighting the G-force of the wind and gaining ever closer to the microphone of a camera comes in as the Word “RUN” in large red writing hits the screen, the lights return to fireworks from the stage and the fans cheers just get louder as the Living Legend Nick Harris AKA The Lethal Weapon walks out from the back, he stands at the top of the ramp and looks over the adoring fans before looking down to the ring, suddenly he runs down the ramp and right past Xavier sliding in the ring!!!)

Jerry Walter:
OHH! We are under way, here we go!

Tim May:
Why do I have a feeling this chaos is far from over!

(Weapon slides in but Xavier doesn’t he stays outside and just smiles as Weapon is seemingly lead to his destruction early in the match but Weapon ducks both men’s attempts at a clothesline and comes off the ropes he charges back at AWOL and Daemon and as they turn takes them both down with a big double clothesline! Daemon is the first back up and stumbles back into the ropes before being powerfully clotheslined right over them and to the outside right by Xavier’s feet, AWOL is then back up as well, Weapon grabs him by the head and slams him hard into the turnbuckle, he slams a right into AWOL’s chin then another before hitting a big knifehand chop he grabs AWOL’s wrist and throws him across the ring but AWOL counters and throws Weapon into the corner instead, he charges in going for a clothesline but Weapon lifts his foot and kicks AWOL in the jaw knocking him backwards he suddenly charges out of the corner and hits AWOL with a lou Phesz press turning it into a flurry of punches! The fans are going wild as Weapon gets back up and taunts the fans.)

Jerry Walters:
What a fast start to this match and Weapon is on fire!

Tim May:
So is he Harris at the PPV? Or Weapon? Or is he Harris until the PPV?

Jerry Walters:
I believe he is using his real name Nick Harris just for the PPV match, the one on one with AWOL…

Tim May:
Big deal!

(Outside the ring Xavier is laying in stomp after stomp to Daemon, he picks him up and walks him to the crowd barrier slamming his head against it before throwing him at the ring steps but Daemon counters and throws Xavier, the bigger man smashes into the steps causing them to clutter about, Frost quickly goes hardcore and looks under the ring he pulls out a trash can lid and seeing Xavier back on his feet extends his arm back and with complete force smashes it over Xavier’s head knocking him back to the floor. He then looks back under the ring and pulls out a trash can full of more goodies he lifts the trash can and slams it over Xavier’s back knocking him off all fours and back to the mat, he throws the trash can aside and picks him back up throwing him toward the steel post but Xavier counters but instead of letting his arm go tugs Daemon back toward him and lifts him in the air for a spinebuster but spins 180 degrees as well and slams Daemon hard, right onto the trash can crushing it underneath him and causing him to grab his back in utter agony!
Xavier walks to the huddle of weapons on the floor and lifts a pair of brass knuckles before kneeling over Daemon and slowly punch by punch slamming them into the former champions head, blood begins to pour from his forehead as Xavier continues with the carefully taken right hands, he then stands up and throws the knuck’s aside before grabbing Daemon around the throat and putting his weight behind chocking the life out of him!)

Jerry Walters:
Xavier is crazed on the outside there and Daemon is bleeding heavily early in this match up Tim!

Tim May:
He is looking to end this early Jerry, Xavier wants an earl shower and if this keeps up Daemon can not come back, promise ya that!!!!

(Weapon has AWOL back up on his feet in the ring the two men are toe to toe and neither man has managed to out power the other, Weapon throws a right slamming it against he jaw of AWOL, but AWOL just fires back hitting Weapon, Weapon hits another right but this time AWOL raises a knee and slams it into Lethal’s stomach before setting him up and lifting him for a suplex, he falls backwards and drops Weapon onto his back before getting to his feet and lifting Lethal back up again, and throwing him off the ropes but he lowers his head early and Weapon comes off the ropes and instead of kicking AWOL lands a knee right into the face of the big crazy ULW man causing him to stand upright right into the path of a big clothesline that takes AWOL down, he quickly gets back up and Lethal goes for another clothesline but this time AWOL ducks down at the right time and back body drops Lethal right out of the ring and to the outside! He shakes away the cobwebs and steps out onto the apron himself before jumping down and hitting another punch on Lethal who is up on one knee. He picks him up and lifts him off his feet dropping him chest first right onto the crowd barrier before grabbing the back of his head and slamming his face into it this time knocking Weapon back into the ring apron, he lifts Weapon this time onto his shoulder then rams Lethal into the corner of the apron steps back then does it again, steps back again and then for a third and final time slams him back first into the apron, Weapon falls to his knees and grabs his back in pain, AWOL just turns and walks to the ring announcer taking his chair from under him. He walks back to Lethal who is back up on his feet again but AWOL slams the chair into his back from behind causing Weapon to arch his bank in pain before again falling to his knees, AWOL then slams the chair one more time into the back of Weapon knocking him flat to the floor. He throws the chair aside and lifts Weapon to his feet before scooping him up and slamming him back down the move enough to keep Weapon dazed while AWOL begins removing the floor mats just a few steps away! He picks them up and folds them over exposing a large area of concrete ground. He picks Weapon up and holds him in position for an Alabama slam but Weapon suddenly wraps his arms around the chest of AWOL stopping the move! AWOL continues to try but Weapon counters further sliding off the shoulder of AWOL and behind the former World Champion, AWOL turns to face him but Weapon is already up and kicks AWOL in the stomach before hitting a quick and deadly DDT right onto the concrete exposed floor!)

Jerry Walters:
OHHH! WHAT A DDT AND AWOL IS LIFELESS!

Tim May:
Jesus! That floor was unprotected completely!

Jerry Walters:
What the hell?? Where is Xavier going with Daemon!?!

(Xavier has Daemon by the hair and drags him over the crowd barrier and into the fans who are shouting and jeering there favorite guys to win, Xavier slams a right to Daemons face knocking him backwards and causing him to stumble and fall over, he lifts Daemon again and walks him up some of the steps leading to the higher tiers of the arena, he slams Daemons head off one of the metal railings before reaching the top concrete step. He then kicks Daemon in the stomach and sets him up for what looks like a suplex, he tries to lift Daemon but Frost blocks it, Xavier tries again but again Frost blocks it, Xavier in anger slams a right to the face of Daemon then an uppercut then a forearm before trying a third time but Daemon counters and lifts Xavier for a suplex before throwing him forward right at the steps, Xavier slams against the top of the concrete steps his jaw bouncing off one of the steps corners and opening him right up but the move is so powerful he rolls down the hill and right back to where the crowd barrier is, but he isn’t moving! Daemon looks down the 60 plus amount of steps in shock wiping the blood from his own cut from his eyes. He grabs the railing and begins slowly going back toward Xavier.)

Jerry Walters:
JESUS! JESUS! Daemons just front suplexed Xavier down 60 plus steps, all concrete and no padding or safety at all! Xavier could be dead!

Tim May:
He looks dead!

(Weapon is back on his feet and is leaning against one of the ring posts just in front of the announcers area his back still hurting AWOL sees him getting this breather and goes for a straight punch to the face but Weapon moves and AWOL punches the steel ring post and quickly shakes his hand in pain a bone obviously breaking in his hand, Weapon grabs him and in his daze slams AWOL’s had against the ringpost before grabbing him and walking him to the announce tables this time slamming his head off the announce table of May and Walters, the shot knocking AWOL to the ground!
Weapon walks back to the ring apron and looks under it before pulling out to the pop of the fans a huge 2X4 covered in Barbed Wire, Glass and sharp edged Metal shrapnel!!! He raises it in the air to all the fans who go nuts then turns to AWOL who is getting back to his feet, he waits for him to turn but AWOL in reflex turns without thinking and clotheslines Weapon to the mat hard knocking the Weapon from his hand.
He stumbles forward the blow to Weapon being that hard before lifting the 2x4 himself and looking at it with a smile on his face he raises it above Weapons head and just as he is bringing it down Weapon raises his arm and hits a straight punch right into the crotch of AWOL causing him to drop the weapon and fall to his knees, Lethal takes the 2x4 and stands up before slamming it RIGHT ACROSS THE TOP OF AWOLS HEAD THE METAL, GLASS AND BARBED WIRE GETITNG STUCK TO HIS SKIN AND SKULL AND CAUSING BLOOD TO POUR LIKE A FOUNTAIN!!!!)

Jerry Walters:
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! WEAPON JUST SCALPED AWOL!!!

Tim May:
Somebody get that fucking weapon off him, that’s not fucking extreme, that’s to much! Too god damn much!

Jerry Walters:
AWOL is bleeding like nothing I have ever seen before and you can see a hole in the top of his head damn it visibly from here where a metal shard went into him!

(Daemon reaches Xavier at the bottom of the concrete steps and throws him back into the ringside area and follows him in, he walks to the ring and climbs onto the apron before climbing onto the turnbuckle and looking around at the fans who are going nuts at this…Suddenly he jumps off and lands right onto Xavier with a huge shooting star press, into a pin,
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NOOO!!! Xavier kicked out!!! The fans are in shock and cannot believe it one bit! The chants of ‘Holy Shit’ circle the arena and even Daemon looks shocked. He gets back to his feet and again climbs the apron and then begins climbing the turnbuckle, but Weapons sees him and fearing the end of the match slides in the ring, but right into Daemons view, Daemon turns on the turnbuckle and flies off at Weapon but Weapons swings the bat and slams it right into the face of Daemon taking him down and opening him wide in several different places!! Daemon has a huge gaping slice now across his cheek, Weapon throws the bat aside and lifts the bloody Daemon to his feet before lifting him into a gorilla press before dropping him on his shoulder and slamming him back first right into the mat!
AWOL is starting to get back up and Weapon sees this, he slides out of the ring and slams AWOL’s bloody head right into the announcers table, knocking him back of his feet and to the floor, he then rolls back in the ring and back to Daemon, but Frost has the 2x4 and slams it into the stomach of Weapon ripping it to shreads ad causing slices and holes to appear bloody all over Weapons Torso, he then slam it right over the back of Weapons head knocking him to the floor and causing him to be like everyone else – a bloody mess!)

Jerry Walters:
That Weapon needs to be removed it really does! People are getting destroyed in there Tim!

Tim May:
Jerry don’t be such a bore! This is great entertainment!

Jerry Walters:
Just when you thought it had already reached the limits of to hardcore, you are proven wrong, look at Xavier!

(Xavier is back on his knees and is pulling a ladder out from under the ring, he looks over the apron and sees AWOL rolling back in and Daemon stomping on Lethal then lifts the ladder and places it on the mat sliding it in then rolling it in afterwards, neither AWOL nor Daemon have seen him, he picks the ladder up sideways and charges at both men knocking them both off there feet with the ladder, Daemon quickly gets back up but using the legs of the ladder Xavier slams it into Frost’s stomach before lifting the ladder and letting it drop right across the back of Daemon knocking him to the floor! Xavier turns but sees AWOL back up he grabs Xavier and lifts him over his shoulders before setting him up and hitting a huge Alabama slam right onto the ladder rungs! He picks Xavier back up again this time lifts him for a gorilla press before dropping him stomach first on the canvas behind him! Suddenly he turns….GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR!!! GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR!!! Weapon came from nowhere and hit the spear and AWOL is left a wreck on the mat! Lethal covers,
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NOOOOO!!! AWOL kicked out!!!!

Weapon rolls onto his back out of energy and out of breathe, he lifts AWOL to his feet this time and kicks him in the stomach before lifting him onto his shoulders for Equillibrium but AWOL counters and falls down Lethal’s back and sets him up DAISY CUTTER, DAISY CUTTER!!! AWOL quickly covers and hooks both legs,
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NOOOO!!! Weapon kicked out!!!
Daemon is back on his feet and grabs the 2x4 of Lethal’s, but Xavier spears Daemon down and hits a flurry of punches he stands back up and turns to AWOL hitting him with a right as well his back still obviously hurting from the slam on the ladder. He throws AWOL off the ropes but AWOL counters and throws Xavier instead, the Team Leader bounces off the ropes and ducks an AWOL clothesline, he comes back but as he does both AWOL and himself hit a devastating clothesline both men falling to the mat tired. Daemon is again moving this time around Weapon, he places Weapon’s head one of the ladder legs as you would a pillow and then carefully places the 2x4 over Lethal’s face before resting the second ladder leg on the 2x4 the fans are going crazy all on there feet, is he really going to do this?)

Jerry Walters:
He cannot be serious, no way, this will be devastating, Daemon has the 2x4 and the ladder over Lethal’s face which is sandwiched between the ladder legs!!!

Tim May:
God I am loving Daemon more and more in this match!!!

(Daemon slowly climbs to the top rope, he perches himself there, suddenly he flies off and hits a leg drop right across the ladder leg pushing the 2x4 and the ladders rungs into the face of Weapon who wriggles about the mat in utter pain his face like a puddle of blood and cuts, ‘Holy Shit’ can be heard from 17,800 people as Daemon slides the ladder aside and throws the bat away before hooking the leg of Lethal and covering him,
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NOOOOOO!!!!!! WEAPON KICKED OUT!!!!!
Daemon can’t believe it! He gets back to his feet but as he does Xavier is back up and kicks him in the stomach he sets him up…..THE X MANNNN!!!!!!! HE HITS IT AND DAEMON IS OUT COLD!!! He goes for the cover but AWOL comes from behind and drops him with a big reverse DDT! He gets back up and walks to the corner calling for the Semper Fi Backbreaker, but suddenly as he does the bloody mess of Weapon stances himself in the opposite corner, he waits and waits suddenly AWOL turns and Weapon goes for the spear but AWOL moves and Weapon hits nothing but the ring post he stumbles out backwards and AWOL sets him up again…DAISY CUTTER, he covers and has the tights as well,
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AWOL picks up the win over Lethal! He rolls out of the ring followed by the referee who follows him out and holds his arm high as his music plays over the speakers again. He smiles, an evil cunning smile as he slowly heads backwards up the ramp, Weapon is holding his back and is back up on his knees, somehow still moving he shouts to an announcer to throw him a mic, they do as there told and Weapons stands to his feet, the two men to face off at Nuclear Warfare just staring with hatred at each other.)

Jerry Walters:
What is Lethal going to say?

Tim May:
‘AWOL, you are the better man’ at least that’s what he should say?

Jerry Walters:
God you’re full of crap!

(He raises the mic, tired and leaning on the top rope, he stands straight and wipes the blood from his face.)

Weapon:
Hey Anthony….We are not finished yet… (A cheer pops) You see there is the small matter of my promise to name a match tonight for the pay per view, a match that meets the needs of you and me…Well I think I have it.
You see AWOL, 4 years ago I created the Weapons lair match, well now I am creating something brand new, never done before, however to do this, we won’t be going to Madison Square Garden, no that dream of yours can wait AWOL, no we are going to make this personal, just you and me.

It’s going to be Nick Harris AKA The Lethal Weapon Vs AWOL – In a Cage of Vengeance match. Wanna know the details…Wait till next week little Anthony after I deal with Daemon Frost!

(Suddenly boos air out as Daemon props himself in the corner, Weapon turns hearing the crowd reaction and Daemon hits Weapon with his own Golden Bullet Spear to the huge boos of the fans! Weapon lays there flat out and Daemon just grins from ear to ear, he looks over the bodies of Weapon and Xavier the picture of a smiling Daemon with AWOL looking on with joy in the background ending the show as it slowly fades to black.)