The ULW symbol appears on a solid black background before the show comes in live, almost immediately, completely skipping the usual opening package. Standing squarly in the ring is none other than Jason Seagreen, the world heavyweight title being held tightly in his grasp as he stares into the camera with a depressed expression on his face, the fans standing and booing as loud as they can. A cap is placed on top of his head as he just shakes it back and forth, with a gray suit on beneath. His eyes are focused upon the World title which he grips tightly. He finally takes a deep breath and looks upwards, continuing to not look very pleased.

Jerry: Ladies and gentlemen, we are starting off tonight's event with Jason Seagreen standing in the ring, the World title in hand.

Tim: As reported on ULW.com, Scott Scorpion has left our organization, he's parted ways with our federation. Seagreen has got to be out here to discuss the now controversy over the World heavyweight title belt.

Seagreen continues to take deep breaths, looking down into the title belt, as if greatly contemplating what is occuring. He finally lifts the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak amidst a great deal of negativity from the sold out crowd.

Seagreen: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm coming before you tonight in not the best of moods. As you know, two ULW performers have resigned from their positions. Bullseye, after losing his Hardcore championship, suddenly upped and decided to walk away, to run home with his tail between his legs. He realized that he was inferior to the rest of the ULW roster, that he had no place here amongst greats like, ummmm, uhhhh, yeah. Anyway. unfortunately for you dim witted fans, you'll no longer have the opportunity to cheer for Mr. Bullseye.

Tim: Wow, I didn't even know about the whole Bullseye situation.

Jerry: Funny, your on the internet so much though.

Tim: Well that's just for the free porn.

The crowd boos while Seagreen strolls back and forth in the ring, continuing to clutch the championship.

Seagreen: But unfortunately it just didn't stop with Bullseye, it went a little further, in fact, a great deal further, when our very own world champion departed this federation. After the Network took him under their wing he spit in our faces. He spit in all your fans faces, he left without warning, he provided no earlier information about being forced to walk away. Where was that? Where was it written that he was going to be completely unreliable, where he was going to turn out to be entirely worthless. Scott Scorpion basically said that this belt meant nothing to him, nor this federation. I spit on you Scott Scorpion, you hear that, your a no good son of a bitch, and you'll never have poessession of this gold again. Never!! The Network will never allow you to even look at the belt again, nor even set foot in this company. But now we're left in quite predicament, the gold has been vacated and requires a holder. Somebody who is an acceptable World champion. Should it be Predator? Seeing as she was the last World champion, or Sean Johnson who defeated Hurse and Phanton at War of the Worlds to acquire the number one contendership? You see, this is a tough decision, both of them deserve the opportunity to hold this gold, but who to choose? Who to choose indeed? Needless to say, any decision I make will be meet with a great deal of controversy. So I'm going to do the safest thing, no, the smartest thing for business. I'm going to place this title belt, not in a tournament, not in a battle royal, but on a truly deserving person, a competitior who has put in their time. Somebody with a great deal of knowledge about this business, somebody who is a true tactician, a man with incredible in ring ability that's only on par with his charisma. That inidividual is, me! Jason Seagreen.

The crowd is absolutely disgusted as Seagreen thrusts the World Heavyweight title over his shoulder then looks out over the fans with a huge grin on his face. The entire arena is disgusted by what they just heard.

Jerry: Oh my God, Jason Seagreen cannot do this!

Tim: I think it's a stroke of genius, he'd make a great World Heavyweight champion!

Jerry: When will they give drug testing around here? How much are they paying you to be the Network's lap dog, Tim?

Silence. Seagreen continues to acknowledge the boos of the sold out crowd, taking them in while still flashing a huge grin.

Seagreen: That's right ladies and gentlemen, who better to be World champion than the President of a company? Everybody loves that type of thing right?

The boos only grow louder as the fans actually stand up bombarding him with herrassing comments. Jason starts to lose his favorable grin.

Seagreen: Of course you'd people boo, but those watching at home, who have absolutely no idea what good wrestling is will certainly enjoy every moment of my title reign. Not saying that I'm not good in the ring, I'm sure I'll be able to wrestle every bit as good as somebody like Predator or Daemon Frost, it's not like those two are real athletes, they just pull off some moves and go for some pins. I even bet that a chain chimpanzee can perform in the ring with no problem, so I should be the greatest World Heavyweight champion ever....

=A Jericho-like Countdown appears on the screen as the arena goes to pitch-black..it counts down from 3...rolling thunder is heard around the arena...suddenly 5 gigantic lightning bults hit the ring with tremendous power, "Eyes Wired Shut" by Edgewater starts to play and Sean's Video plays on the Titantron, it's a cross between Triple H's, and Tazz's Video...the lights come back on kinda slow, and there's Johnson in the ring. Seagreen takes a step in reverse as his eyes lock on what appears to be a very angry Sean Johnson, who is giving Jason a long hard stare.

Jerry: The supposite number one contender is here, and he doesn't look very happy.

Tim: He should be pleased, he gets to finish Creed off once and for all tonight, and the Network once again has a World champion, Jason Seagreen.

Sean reveals a microphone in his hand, lifting it to his mouth quickly.

Sean: Excuse me Seagreen, but I care to differ on this current situation.

The crowd is split on this comment as Jason doesn't appear at all too pleased by the sudden interuption.

Sean: I want a triple threat barbwire rope match at War of the Worlds to secure my shot at the World Heavyweight title. That makes me the number one contender, not Predator, mind you there can only be one of them, that's why it's called the number ONE contendership. Therefore you should clearly be awarding me that prize over your shoulder, when I agreed to join the Network, you promised me the championship.

Jason takes a deep breath thinking about it for a second then tilting his head with a grin on his face.

Seagreen: Sean, buddy, of course I was going to reward you the World title. I was merely joking.

Seagreen seems borderline sincere with his comment as he places the belt in both hands and holds it out for Sean Johnson. Griffin stares at it, turning his head back and forth as the crowd boos him in disgust. He finally reaches out for the gold now when Step Up by Drowning Pool explodes over the PA systems. Every head in the arena turns towards the entry way as from the back step none other than Michael Synclaire and Too Magnificent. Both men with the tag team titles over their shoulders and wearing blue jeans with High Roller shirts on above.

Tim: Now what the hell is this? Why are the High Rollers coming out here and getting involved in this title commencement?

Jerry: Maybe their just as disgusted by what is going on as I am.

Synclaire slides under the ropes to the inside of the ring while Too Magnificent strides up the steel steps and onto the apron. He steps over the ropes and enters the ring as two of the three remaining members of the High Rollers step up between a bewildered Jason Seagreen and a furious Sean Johnson, who was moments away from taking the title belt. Too Magnificent grabs a microphone, beginning to speak into it.

Too Magnificent: Alright I'm sorry to interupt but this thing has just gone too far. Even the High Rollers have standards if you believe that or not, and this is just too much. Stevie James wasn't even a legal referee, how could he have even made the count that cost Predator the title then. I tell you it doesn't make very much sense, and neither does rewarding the belt to Sean Johnson. If anyone is worthy of the title then it would be a High Roller, like Sybnclaire or myself. But you see you probably won't be so kind as to grant such a dubious honor to us, due to our affiliation with a certain Mrs. Sheryl Gray. You see, before this so called Network arrived on the scene, the High Rollers were the big time players around here. We owned this federation and once Sheryl has returned, we'll own it again. The Network needs to learn their limitations, and when you start screwing with the High Rollers, then your destined for doom. How could you send Chapel home and ban him from the arena tonight after his girlfriend was abducted by the Coven?

Seagreen seems peeved now, lifting the mic to his mouth in an angry rush.

Seagreen: You two fail to realize that Sheryl Gray is not here anymore and that she's never coming back! The High Rollers are dead, their done, your no where near the dominant entity that you once were, the Network's in control now.

Sean taps Seagreen on the shoulder as he slowly reaches out for the microphone. He is handed it quickly by Jason as Too Magnificent and Michael Synclaire continue to stand their ground ever vigilant.

Johnson: You guys should just run a long now like the rest of your High Roller crummies. You guys weren't a real stable, you weren't some huge power group, your nothing more than a combination of weaklings bound together in order to protect eachother. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm about to recieve the World Heavyweight title.

The crowd once again resorts to booing as Sean turns his back towards the High Rollers, now staring at Seagreen as Synclaire becomes angry, stepping forward and tapping Johnson on his shoulder. Sean spins around in anger as Synclaire takes his microphone and lifts it to his mouth.

Synclaire: Excuse me Sean, but I'm afraid we weren't through yet. You see, there are some other pressing issues we would like to address such as finally finishing this feud with the Coven. We're sick of it, they've abducted members of our team, we beat them, they beat us, and the savage cycle continues. This thing has got to come to a conclusion, now tell us we're getting a shot at the Coven or the Network is going to hit it's first speed bump tonight!

The crowd is once again tore by the comment, some cheering and others booing the fact that it came from Synclaire. Too Magnificent turns towards his tag team partner whispering something into his ear while Seagreen looks at Sean Johnson in a perplexed fashion. Too Magnificent tries to hold onto Synclaire now who steps forward, not wishing to wait any longer. He suddenly throws a right hand into the face of the Griffin, knocking him backwards in the direction of the ropes. The fans are confused on who to support as Michael continues to hit him with shots across the face. Too Magnificent stands back, not knowing quite what to think as Seagreen quickly rushes from the ring. Michael turns away from Sean Johnson, his face blood red before he spins around and gets taken down by a hard lariat by Johnson. Sean stumbles forward, looking confused before Too Magnificent drops his belt and steps in, beginning to throw rights into the face of Johnson. Both men exchange punches to a huge reaction from the fans.

Jerry: All out chaos has broken lose here tonight ladies and gentlemen! It's shere insanity here in this arena. The High Rollers obviously upset with the Network's handling of things lately, and this situation has just come to a heading.

Too Magnificent and Johnson continue to connect with hard right hands as security slides into the ring in mass. All of them surrounding the two waring individuals in the ring and pushing them apart, trying their best to seperate them. The crowd is still cheering while Synclaire gets up and is held in reverse as well by security. Sean is held in the corner as is Too Magnificent while Synclaire finds himself with his back pressed against the ropes. Seagreen stands up on the outside of the ring, appearing flustered as he lifts a microphone to his mouth.

Tim: Thank God Seagreen avoided any injuries.

Seagreen: That's it, Too Magnificent, Michael Synclaire, the two of you guys can join your other High Roller buddy on the outside of the arena! Your both banned from the building tonight!!

The crowd responds with a wave of scornful boos as Johnson stands in the turnbuckle laughing demonically. Too Magnificent Synclaire appear furious as the scene switches to the backstage area. There, none other than Orlando is standing in his lockeroom. The fans inside the arena rejoice at the site of him. He appears incredibly busy, sliding a referee t-shirt on, as if getting ready for tonight's man event.

Jerry: Well there's Orlando Cruze, who will have a hell of a task in store for him tonight as he officiates what is sure to be a brutal contest between Nathan Creed and Sean Johnson.

Tim: It's what many are dubbing as the final battle between these two men, after this it all ends for good between them. But how impartial is Orlando going to be, he was just beaten at War of the Worlds in a pure epic of a match.

Jerry: I don't know, I guess we'll find out here tonight.

Orlando continues to fix his shirt when he hears a knock at the door. He suddenly turns sharply, as if caught off gaurd. He hesitantly approaches the door now, a tad apprehensive as he grabs the knob and twists. He slowly pulls the door open, resting his eyes upon...

NETWORK COMMERCIAL BREAK

The show returns live as Wake Up by the Lost Prophets explodes over the PA system, the crowd rises to it's feet looking furious over what is transpiring. Upon the titontron images showcasing Hurse and Jon Rich are featured. Now both men stride from the backstage area, Hurse leading the way with a huge grin on his face, large silver breifcase being held in the air, containing the reminince of the money stolen by Stinger X-2. A dark shirt with red stripes down the front and back as well as a pear of red leather pants cover the body of the Master of Control. He turns sharply now, pointing towards the backstage area at none other than the Magnanimous Jon Rich. He strides from the backstage area with a cocky grin on his face, pointing in it's direction with both of his index fingers, gathering a huge wave of boos from the sold out crowd. He is wearing a pear of black tights with blue lettering lining the sides. He turns back and forth gazing at the female fans before he continues down the ramp. Hurse steps along side him, patting his young protege on his back during their march to the ring. Jon Rich reaches the ring and then spring onto the apron before turning and lifting one of his muscles into the air, plating a kiss on his bicep before turning and sliding through the ropes into the ring. Hurse walks around the squared circle however, the suitcase held in his hand still as he moves towards the announce table.

Jerry: Well it appears as if we're going to start things off tonight wrestling wise with what should be a great back and forth match between the ULW's newest member Jon Rich and Psycho.

Tim: But look at this Jerry, I think Hurse is about to join us here at the announce table.

Jerry: Oh joy.

Hurse steps around the announce table, getting behind it and dropping down into a third chair set up next to Tim and Jerry. He slides on a headset in the process.

Hurse: Hello gentlemen, how's it going? I imagine that your not only sitting in awe because I'm actually speaking with you, but by the presence of my new protege Jon Rich as well.

Jerry: Yeah, that's exactly what we were thinking.

The arena goes black and Meaning To Life hit the PA system and the stage turns to strobe red lights. Psycho appears from the curtains and steps out onto the stage. He looks into the crowd and smiles sadistically. He starts to walk on down to the ramp as the first words come in from the song. He steps up onto the apron. He looks around again and smiles sadistically before leaping over the ropes showing his athleticism for his size. He walks over to a turnbuckle and climbs it. He stares into the crowd and raises a fist to the air. He climbs off the turnbuckle and waits for the bell to ring for the match to get underway. The lights return to normal

Tim: And here is Psycho, minus his Livewire championship.

Hurse: It's about time he lost that belt, because A) he didn't deserve it, and B) it just didn't look good on him.

Jerry: I suppose you'll say that Bruce Lomond defeated him fairly at War of the Worlds as well.

Hurse: No I wouldn't, and you know why? Because I was too busy helping with the great set up of Predator, mwahahahaha.

Jon Rich cockily marches around the ring, stopping near the ropes and raising an eyebrow towards one of the female fans in the front row. Psycho stands there for a few moments before he's seemingly had enough. He quickly rushes up behind Rich and clubs him over the back, knocking him chest first into the ropes. Jon appears shocked as he spins around and recieves a right hand from Psycho, followed by another, and then another. Each shot nearly knocks Jon over the ropes to the outside of the ring before Psycho grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Rich places the breaks on it however and pulls Psycho in, hip tossing him over and onto the canvas while holding onto his arm. He quickly wraps his own around it and stands up, placing him in an arm lock. Psycho tries to fight through it, Jon standing over him with an extremely cocky grin upon his face. Psycho doesn't stay grounded for long however, slowly rising to his feet and turning as Rich keeps the arm lock applied. He reaches a standing base and now pulls his arm free, grabbing Jon's in the process and pulling it behind his back in a hammerlock. Rich begins to shout in pain before he swings around, reversing the hold and now placing Psycho in a hammerlock this time. The crowd begins to cheer on the sight of the back and forth wrestling when Psycho elbows Jon Rich to the side of the face hard. Causing him to break the hold and stumble backwards. Psycho now spins around and rushes in when Rich cataches him in a nother hip toss over onto the canvas, followed by quickly applying a top wrist lock this time, while standing over his opponent's back.

Hurse: Yeah, go Jon Rich, look at him utilize some of that pure wrestling.

Tim: This has been very back and forth thus far, some great chain wrestling beginning.

Psycho continues to be held in the top wrist lock before he pushes himself backwards, getting his feet up into the air and pressing them to the chest of Jon, pushing him off backwards. Rich flies into the air, crashing across the canvas then rolling over onto his knees. Psycho gets to his feet quickly as Rich charges at him. Psycho attempts a clothesline that Jon steps under, rushing into the ropes. He bounces off of them when Psycho turns and ducks forward, Rich leap frogging him and landing on his feet before he charges into the opposite ropes. He bounces off and charges back in when Psycho drops down across the canvas upon his stomach, causing Jon to jump over him again and continue towards the ropes. He connects with them and charges back at Psycho who rises to his feet and grabs him by the back of the head, throwing him over the ropes. Jon reaches out and grabs the top rope as he flies over, holding onto them as tightly as possibly. Psycho turns and begins to step towards him when Jon skins the cats back over into the ropes. He lands on his feet when Psycho steps in and wraps his arms around his waist from behind. The crowd cheers as Psycho drops in reverse, attempting a huge German suplex. However Jon flips over and lands on his feet. The crowd is shocked as Psycho now stands up and turns towards him, only for Jon to charge forward and get backdropped over the ropes to the outside of the ring. A huge reaction resounds throughout the arena as Rich lands on the mats hard, looking to be in pain as he collides with the mats.

Jerry: Some great back and forth action, leading to Jon Rich being backdropped over the ropes and to the outside of the ring!

Hurse: No, come on Jon, show these people why I spent all that money to make you my protege, get your ass up!

Psycho slides under the ropes appearing upset as Rich reaches his feet on the outside mats, leaning backwards against the barricade. Psycho steps in and gives him a vicious knife edge chop across the chest. A whoo sounds throughout the arena before Psycho connects with another devestating chop. Jon shouts in horrendous pain before Psycho grabs him by the back of the head and rushes him towards the ring, rolling him in under the ropes. Psycho now rises up onto the apron, placing his knees upon it as Rich gets to his feet on the inside of the ring. Psycho stands all the way up as Jon springs into the air and goes into a corkscrew almost before connecting with a kick right to the face of the former Livewire champion. The crowd responds with a state of shock and awe based off the tremendous impact, Psycho collapsing onto his side upon the apron. Jon reaches his feet and steps towards the ropes, reaching over them and grabbing Psycho by the hair, standing him up quickly. He now places him in a front facelock over the ropes before lifting him up and over them into the ring. Psycho floats over however and lands on his feet right behind Jon's back, stepping in quickly and wrapping his arms around his waist from behind. He drops back, German suplexing him over onto the canvas back first. Jon slams into the canvas and then rolls over onto his knees, a dazed expression upon his face before he falls down to the canvas. The fans are on their feet chanting Psycho's name as he steps towards Jon and begins to stomp him to the back of the head and the shoulder. He now reaches down, placing Jon's arm in a hammerlock behind his back while he still lies across the canvas on his stomach. Psycho quickly stomps his arm now as it's placed in this position. Jon roars in pain, rolling onto his back and cradling his arm.

Tim: Psycho is already going to work upon the arm of the newcomer Jon Rich. We saw him damn near disect Orlando Cruze's arm in the gauntlet match, there's no telling what he might do here then.

Jerry: Psycho has really become a great in ring technician as of late.

Hurse: You haven't seen technical until you see Jon Rich get started, that's for damn sure.

Psycho grabs the arm of Jon, gripping his hand as he extends it outwards and holds it in the air. He now begins to kick the arm of Jon repeatedly, hitting it with devestating shots before releasing his hand and allowing Rich to roll over onto his back, holding his arm in severe pain. Psycho pulls Jon around the back of the head, rolling him over onto his knees and then grabbing his hand once again, using it to drag him onto his feet. He places Jon in a top wrist lock once again, bending his arm reverse. Rich suddenly pushes him forward, leg sweeping him as well and throwing him down to the canvas. Jon now rushes towards the ropes, jumping onto the second one and springing off. He flips backwards for a lionsault when Psycho rolls out of the way, causing Jon to have to land on his feet now, changing up his move at the last second. Psycho rises to his feet quickly and steps towards Jon who rushes in at him. Psycho buries his shoulder into his ribs and grabs his arm, placing it in a hammerlock behind his back befoe connecting with a huge pinning northern lights suplex right onto the arm.

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Jon kicks out suddenly, rolling over onto his hands and knees as Psycho grabs him around the chin and pulls him to his feet. He throws a devestating knife edge chop, then does it again. Rich backs up into the turnbuckle, a red streak left across his chest. Psycho now steps away from Rich, turning in a circle before rushing in for a clothesline. Rich suddenly steps forward and connects with a yakuza like kick right to his forehead. Psycho looks dazed now as he stumbles backwards from the hard impact of the manuever. Jon turns and jumps onto the turnbuckle now, taking a seat upon it before jumping off at Psycho. He wraps his arm around the neck of Psycho in the process, swinging around and connecting with a vicious tornado DDT. Psycho bounces off the canvas and flops into the air before rolling onto his back.

Hurse: Beautiful move!!

Tim: This young Jon Rich is pretty impressive.

Hurse: He's not impressive, he's magnanimous, unlike that no good glorified curtain jerker Psycho.

Jon Rich rises to his feet, looking ever confidant before he backs into the ropes and bounces off of them. He now steps forward and jumps into the air before connecting with a huge standing shooting star press right on top of Psycho who's legs kick upwards into the air. He rolls onto his side, looking to be in pain before Rich pulls him over onto his back and drops on top of him, hooking his leg quickly.

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Psycho kicks out quickly, rolling onto his side holding his ribs in pain.

Tim: Some amazing manuevers performed by this young Jon Rich.

Hurse: Your damn straight those were amazing, now what is Psycho going to do, Psycho Up, throw in three punches and then hit a pointless leg drop?

Jerry: I think Psycho has a few more options than that.

Hurse: Blah, blah, blah Jerry, hey if you open your mouth again I'm going to call Sean Johnson out here to finish beating you savagly.

Rich gets to his feet looking a little disapointed before he reaches down and grabs Psycho around the back of the head, pulling him to his feet. Jon grabs Psycho by the wrist and attempts to whip him across the ring only for Psycho to reach back clutching the top rope. He keeps himself from budging as once again Jon Rich's attempt his counter. Jon finally steps in suddenly and gives Psycho a hard kick right to the forearm, knocking his arm off the rope finally. Psycho finally steps to the center of the ring holding his arm when Jon grabs ahold of it and steps around behind his back, placing it in a hammerlock. Before Psycho has the chance to counter though Jon Rich rolls backwards, pulling Psycho in reverse, right into a pinning predicament when Rich sitting on top of the back of Psycho's legs.

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Psycho kicks out quickly, rolling onto his hands and knees and getting to his feet quickly as Rich stands up in front of him. Psycho suddenly kicks him to the gut and grabs him by the back of the head and pants, rushing him towards the turnbuckle and throwing him in between the ropes. Jon suddenly smacks shoulder first into the steel post. Yelling in pain as he does so. The camera breifly switches to Hurse at the commentary table, he appears greatly concerned. Jon steps backwards holding his arm when Psycho buries his shoulder into the spine of his opponent. He quickly lifts Rich into the air and onto his shoulder before he spins him around, Rich's legs now wrapped around his neck almost and then powerbombing him viciously back first into the turnbuckle. Jon roars in pain stumbling forward as Psycho kicks him to the gut and grabs him around the waist, lifting him up into the air. The fans go nuts once again as Jon slides down the back of Psycho, being placed in a crucifix position.

Jerry: This could be the Psychosis Bomb!

Tim: This wouldn't be good.

Hurse: Do something Rich, don't make me have to get out of this chair!

Psycho continues to hold Jon in the Psychosis Bomb position when Rich is able to squeeze free, sliding down the back of his opponent and landing on his feet. He quickly turns around, placing Psycho in a full nelson submission hold before he jumps into the air and buries his knees into the upper back of the former Livewire champion. The crowd erupts as Jon lands on his back pulling Psycho down into his knees with the full nelson still applied. The crowd is shocked by the tremendous impact of the manuever, which causes Psycho flops up into the air and land on his stomach, tremendous pain emanating from his spine. Rich steps over the back of Psycho now, reaching down and hooking the legs of Psycho around one of his own then dropping backwards. He bridges over the back of Psycho while grabbing both of his arms and lifting them into the air, applying a full nelson submission with a inverted indian death lock applied.

Tim: A beautiful STF like manuever here.

Hurse: I taught him that one Tim, just look at it it's a modification of my very own Sickle Lock. He's got Mr. Psykie in a textbook yet unaorthodix submission hold.

Jerry: Nice way to fit in a shameless plug, with a dull, disinteresting comment like that.

Hurse: Jerry, just open that mouth one last time, one last time and I swear I'll.......give Sean Johnson a call.

Psycho roars in pain with being held in this tremendous submission hold. His arm being slightly tweaked as well. Psycho finally begins to fight though, pulling one of his arms free of the full nelson. He now begins to back elbow Jon to the side of the face hard repeatedly. Knocking him off of him finally. Rich begins to stand up though, getting to his feet with the inverted indian death lock still applied. He suddenly drops backwards, torquing the legs of Psycho, applying tremendous pressure on both of them. Psycho yells in pain as Rich slowly turns up and onto the top of his head with the Indian Death lock still applied, twisting them around slightly as he pulls Psycho up onto his chest in a house of pain type strecth hold. He somehow reaches out with his hands, placing them around the chin of Psycho, pulling him back with a chin lock as well. The crowd rises to it's feet, booing as loud as they can while some sit back astounded by the switch into this submission hold now.

Hurse: Yes, that's what I'm talking about right here, have you ever seen such great technical wrestling, have you fellas? Psycho can't keep up, oh no what your seeing is a live action version of the tortise and the hair.

Jerry: Didn't the tortoise win at the end of that race though?

Hurse: Where's my cell phone?

Psycho shouts in pain, flailing his arm wildly as he tries to get out of the unique submission hold. He seems to be in a great deal of pain, having endured two switches in the indiain death lock. The crowd is on it's feet watching and hoping that Psycho can get out of this submission. Somehow he is still fighting as he now gets his head free, as well as his legs, dropping onto his back quickly. He finally pulls his legs free of Jon Rich who rolls backwards. Psycho gets up at a rather sluggish pace, holding his legs as Jon rushes in at him, releasing a loud roar and clotheslining him viciously down to the canvas. The crowd is surprised by the intensity as Jon Rich gets onto his knees, looking out over the fans who begin booing as a result. He has an intense expression on his face, uncharistic of his usual self. A cocky grin begins to form across his face as he begins to point to himself now before Psycho stands up behind him, holding his throat with a surelstic expression on his face. He steps up behind Jon Rich, tapping him on the shoulder as the young man turns around. Psycho suddenly connects with an absolutely vicious knife edge chop, knocking him down to the canvas brutally. The crowd unleashes a huge whoo as well as a large amount of cheers. Jon rolls over onto his hands and knees then stands up as Psycho begins to deck him across the face, hitting him several times with a series of devestating shots. Rich is knocked backwards in a state of shock as he hits the turnbuckle back first, a large red streak left across his chest. Psycho steps in quickly with a furious expression on his face as he begins to chop Jon repeatedly across the chest. The fans are standing, going insane with each unbelievably brutal knife edge chop across the chest of Jon Rich who's leg kick up into the air as he leans backwards against the turnbuckle, a glazed look in his eyes.

Tim: Psycho is going insane against Jon Rich, he's tearing him apart.

Hurse: Gentlemen, would you please excuse me for one moment.

The sound of a head set connecting with the announce table is heard. As Psycho steps up into the face of Rich and just shouts as loud as he can, a blood red tint covering him. He connects with another chop that is absolutely breataking brutally, knocking Rich off of his feet and down to the canvas upon his seat. He appears stunned as Psycho grabs the top rope, raining down upon him with hard boots, connecting to this chest and forehead. Hurse now jumps up onto the apron, the breifcase still in hand. Psycho turns and spots him, before rushing in and hitting him with a double forearm to the face. Hurse is knocked off the apron, turning and smacking face first into the announce table. He bounces off of it and flops into the air, crashing onto his back. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Jon Rich stands up and steps away from the turnbuckle, appearing banged up yet somehow walks right over to Psycho, lifting his leg into the air, for a quick devestating standing spinning heel kick. Psycho spins around in the nick of time, ducking under the leg of Rich and turning around sharply. He quickly reaches out and grabs the arm of Jon, pulling it between his legs and hooking the other one. He lifts Jon into the air for the pump handle slam position. He suddenly turns Jon, now wrapping his arms around the waist of Rich and holding him in a tombstone position. Psycho now drops down to the canvas, connecting with a devestating sit down tombstone piledriver. Jon bounces off the canvas, flopping into the air and landing on his back, looking to be out of it. Psycho crawls on top of him admist a great deal of applause.

Jerry: This may be it, Hurse has been taken out by Psycho.

Tim: NO!! This was suppose to be Jon Rich's debut.

Ref,

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Rich kicks out with little time to spare. The fans are shocked as Psycho now rolls over onto his seat, shaking his head in disapointment, mouthing several profanities as he begins to hold his head. It appears as if there is something deeply going on inside the head of the former Livewire champion as he gets to his feet and steps towards Rich. He grabs him around the neck and pulls him to his feet. Jon is barely able to stand it seems after the devestating manuever. Psycho turns him around, wrapping his arms around the neck of Jon, setting up for the Psychoctic Episode.

Tim: Oh no, get up Hurse, get up!

Psycho begins to lift him into the air when Jon reaches back with his legs, wrapping them around one of Psycho's. He drops to his side, pulling Psycho down face first into the canvas before crawling upwards over his opponent's back while locking in a near sleeper hold.

Jerry: A very nice counter, right into a STF!

Tim: Wow, I tell you, if Hurse were conscious he'd say himself, he was wise in his investment.

Psycho roars in pain once again, finding himself in this textbook STF submission hold. He reaches for the ropes now which are just within arm length, grabbing a hold of the second one. The fans begin to cheer before Jon Rich rises to his feet, obviously not looking happy and still wobbily after Psycho's assault. He reaches down and pulls Psycho over onto his back before dropping an elbow to his chest. Rich gets to his feet and in one quick fluent motion connects with a second elbow drop. He now rises to his feet and extends his leg, dropping it across the throat of Psycho before rising to a standing position once again. He now steps towards the ropes, looking confident as he slides through them and begins to scale upwards to the top of a turnbuckle. The fans begin to boo as loud as they can as Jon gets to the very top and blows a few young ladies in the front row a kiss. He now flies off the turnbuckle.

Tim: This could be the Magnanimous Elbow!

Jon soars through the air before crashing elbow first into the canvas, Psycho having rolled out of the way with mere seconds to spare. Rich roars in pain as he rolls onto his knees, gripping his arm and shouting. Psycho rises to his feet quickly as Jon almost instinctivly stands up, gripping his arm in horrible pain. He somehow throws a clothesline though that Psycho ducks under before grabbing the arms of Rich and placing him in a cobra clutch. He then drops backwards at an incredible speed, throwing Rich over his head, and flipping him inside out. Rich crashes into the turnbuckle gut first as he turns completely upside down. He immediately crashes off and drops onto his back, grabbing his ribs and rolling onto his side motionless.

Jerry: Oh what a modified Psychotic Episode, Jon smacking into the turnbuckle hard, he could have broken ribs!

Tim: I'm amazed by what I just saw, this match has been real back and forth action thus far.

Hurse somehow gets to his feet on the outside of the ring, holding his forehead as he grabs the ring announcer by the back of the head and yanks them out of their chair, throwing them down to the ground and grabbing their seat. He lifts it up into the air in anger before sliding it under the ropes to the inside of the ring, shouting for Rich. Psycho Rich grabs the ropes, holding his ribs with one arm as he tries to rise to his feet. Psycho gets to his knees and spots the steel chair in the ring. He now rises to his feet quickly and grabs the steel object, lifting it into the air, immediately the ref steps back as Psycho gives him an icey glare. Rich gets to his feet and now turns around when the steel chair is swung straight into his skull. The sound of the impact is unbelievable, Rich collapsing onto the canvas and flopping up and down on the canvas in pain. The referee blatantly saw this so now turns and calls for the bell. The crowd cheers though, having seen the devestating impact to Jon Rich's head with the steel chair. Hurse quickly slides in under the ropes, appearing upset as Psycho turns and smacks the chair over his head as well. The fans are going insane as Hurse crashes onto the canvas, rolling onto his side as he places both of his arms over his head.

Tim: Dear God, two sickening chair shots right in a row! He's taken out both Jon Rich and Hurse, managing to get himself disqualified as a result, how shamelss!

Jerry: Psycho has most definetly lost it here tonight ladies and gentlemen! He's completely out of his mind!

A Psycho chant escalates throughout the entire arena as he looks up and over the fans, an almost frightening expression on his face. He now turns towards Hurse and cracks the steel chair over his spine. This causes Hurse to begin flopping up and down, holding his side in tremendous pain. Psycho cracks the chair over him again however as the huge Ingo Shesaki rushes towards the ring now, dressed in a gray suit. His over 500 poud body is able to slide under the ropes and get onto his knees when Psycho tosses him the chair. Ingo catches it in front of his face as Psycho steps in and dropkicks the chair. The metal connects with the face of Shesaki in a devestating fashion. A dazed expression befalls Ingo's face before he collapses forward onto the canvas. The fans are going absolutely insane as Psycho rises to his feet, shaking his head and demanding the use of a microphone.

Jerry: I said at the Payperview that Psycho has snapped, but he's gone beyond even that tonight!

Tim: He just took out the 500lb Ingo Shesaki for crying out loud, the Network is reeling.

Psycho steps back and forth in the ring, the microphone tightly gripped in his hand with the chair in his other. He has a deranged glint in his eyes as he lifts the microphone to his mouth. Hurse, Jon Rich and Ingo all lie on the ground recooperating from the savage assault with the steel chair.

Psycho: Bruce Lomond!!! You have something that belongs to me! You have my championship! You stole my gold at War of the Worlds and I want it back right here, and right fucking now!! That's right, I'm demanding a rematch against you Bruce, me and you, mono a mono in the center of this ring tonig....

NETWORK INTERUPTION!!!!!

The scene switches to the final moments of Psycho versus Bruce Lomond. After just connecting with the Psychosis Bomb, Psycho finds himself moments from victory. He pulls Bruce to his feet and whips him into the ropes. As Lomond comes back in he's hoisted into the air for a twilt a whirl but instead pulls Psycho down into the small package.

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The crowd is shocked as Lomond sits up bleeding yet appearing incredibly excited. The images freeze without warning as the camera begins to pan away from the television, resting upon none other than Bruce Lomond with the Livewire championship over his shoulder. He stares into the camera with an angry expression on his face and with a remote control in his hand. He sits smack dab in the middle of a pure white room.

Bruce: Psycho, Psycho, Psycho, you see the Network and I reached a type of understanding here tonight. We knew that you were going to try something tonight, that's why this message was pre-recorded and allowed to play at any instant that the Network desired. But this isn't about the Network people, this is about Psycho's claims. He and others want to say that I didn't beat him fairly, well I think the video imagry more than validated the fact that I did indeed utilize a legal manuever to get the win. The skeptics are wrong, I defeated Psycho fair and square, no contest to that, so you know when the two of us meet in the ring again, we're going to see the same thing transpire. As you saw in the video, I pinned him in a split instant, completely without warning, but not next time. Oh no, I won't be pleased with just a pin, I want to destroy you Psycho, I want to beat you so bad that the entire world is unable to recognize you any longer. I'm talking permanent damage here Psycho. You won't walk away the same man after this, because you'll finally have learned that I truly am better than you, hahahahaha.

The camera zooms in on the face of Bruce Lomond who just continues to laugh to himself, contemplating just what he is going to do against Psycho when they finally meet in their epic rematch.

END OF NETWORK TRANSMISSION

The scene comes back live to the backstage area with Psycho knocking everything over in a violent chaotic fashion. He shouts at the top of his lungs, appearing furious as he does so as he steps towards a table and flips it over, causing all of the items on top to crash to the ground. Stage hands and other individuals clear out of the way as Psycho grabs somebody by the collar of their shirt and throws them out of the way, continuing to go crazy backstage.

Tim: My God, Psycho has lost it, he's absolutely snapped here tonight!

Jerry: Especially after that damn Network break in a few moments ago.

Tim: The point is, somebody has got to step in and stop this irrational outburst.

The scene switches to none other than Tom Hammond, looking a little apprehensive as he interviews Sean Johnson. Sean is very centered and angry, appearing incredibly psyked up for his impending match.

Tom: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with ULW's number one contender Sean Johnson, I understand you have a few words you'd like to say to Nathan Creed about your impending chain match.

Sean: Why don't you shut up for five seconds so I can talk Tom? Do you want to end up in the same condition as Jerry Walters? I'll have no problem oblitherating you completely, just like Nathan Creed. He and I have had a feud that's lasted for months, that goes beyond personal. This is our fourth and final match, this will decide just who the better man is once and for all. You better beli...

Psycho suddenly clubs Johnson from behind, climbing on top of him and raining down upon him with a flurry of right hands, appearing absolutely furious as he does so. Security immediatly rushes in, Psycho shouting obscenities in an enraged fury as security surrounds Psycho, grabbing his arms and pulling him backwards away from Sean Johnson. Psycho tries to get free as Sean Johnson sits up and rises to his feet, attempting to get at the former Livewire champion but being held back with great force by the concerned security gaurds. Both men now begin shouting at eachother, only adding to the chaos, Tom Hammond making sure to stay clear as Psycho is dragged backwards.

The show returns to the ring as the fans anxiously await the next confrontation.

Jerry: Well ladies and gentlemen I have to tell you that I'm really looking forward to this. It's going to be Bruce Lomond versus Stinger X-2.

Tim: Stinger basically stole the number one contendership at the Livewire title at War of the Worlds from Bob, just like that million bucks was stolen from him.

Jerry: Anyway Tim, both of these men have a long long history with one another and now they'll be facing off one on one for that Livewire championship, Bruce Lomond's very first title defens....wait a minute Tim, apparently we're recieving an urgent outside video feed, the production truck is demanding that we play it.

Tim: Really? Excellent! This has got to be from the Network, I'm excited.

Jerry: I guess we're going to find out.

Immediatly the camera cuts to a live feed from the inside of a very luxjurious living room. The camera turns slowly, overlooking the plush looking couch, the tiger skin rug and a brightly blazing fire constrained by a stone chimney. The camera continues to turn before finally resting upon none other than Sheryl Marie Gray. The crowd is stunned on the inside of the arena, instinctivly rising to their feet and going nuts. Sheryl stares into the camera with a smile on her face, a tanned suit jacket covering her body with a gray skirt on below. Her eyes are dead set upon the camera.

Sheryl: Hello everyone out there around the world. That's right, it tis I, Sheryl Marie Gray, the real owner of the ULW. I'm sure my presence is a tad surprising to the majority of you, seeing as I haven't shown my face here in my own federation since the near death of my husband, but that's in the past, you see I'm looking towards the future. Most notably the next ULW payperview, why you ask? Because on that very special evening I'll be making my official return.

She pauses as the shock and awe sets over the fans who begin to go crazy once again. Finally she starts up once again in a very arrogant manner.

Sheryl: I've sat at home far to long while being subjected to a certain reign of tyranny on a weekly basis, but all that is going to change in a mere 3 weeks. I'm going to put my house back in order. There will be changes, major changes at that. Needless to say, things are about to be shaken up here, in the ULW.

The camera slowly zooms in on her large grin as the scene cuts back to the shocked faces of Tim May and Jerry Walters.

Tim: Oh my God, oh my God!! Sheryl Gray is coming back to the ULW!

Jerry: I'm speechless, this is completely out of the blue!

Tim: Somebody please wake me up if this is a dream.

The camera switches to the backstage area where none other than Jason Seagreen is standing in front of a monitor. His eyes are opened widely, before he noticably takes a deep gulp.

Jerry: What is your dream Tim, maybe Jason Seagreen's nightmare.

Jason places his hand over his face as if in a state of fear.

'The Kids aren't alright' by The Offspring hits the PA system. Stinger emerges from the curtain wearing glittering armour over his attire and holds a firework cannon under his arm. As the solo at the start of the song ends, Stinger fires of a few fireworks before dropping the cannon.He walks across to one side of the stage and listens to the cheers, then walks across to the other side and lsitens to their cheers. Stinger decides which side has the most and climbs into the crowd on that side. He tags as many hands as he can reach as he walks to the ring, upon arrival ,he hops the bannister and slides into the ring. He looks around with a broad smile before collapsing to his knees with his arms outstretched and head low, pyro erupts from the four corners of the ring upon impact with the mat. As the music dies he climbs to his feet and sits up on the top turnbuckle.

Jerry: Well this thing is officially getting started between Bruce Lomond and Stinger X-2, the Livewire title about to be placed on the line in what is sure to be a hellacious one on one contest.

Tim: I still can't get over what we just saw, Sheryl Gray is on her way back to the ULW!

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 recognised tones of "Crawling" by Linkin Park take over from the wind. A faint mist begins to take over the stage but it 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 with the Livewire title around his waist. The crowd have a mixed reaction of dislike and tolerance of 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, slowly lifting a microphone to his lips.

Bruce: Well well, it seems we find ourselves going one on one Stinger X-2, in a match that has been built up for years but shall end in the span of 3 seconds. I'm simply unstoppable Stinger, and your not going to put an end to me nor my streak. Your time has come Stinger, for you to finally discover just how inferior you are to me.

Stinger shakes his head as Bruce steps through the ropes to the inside of the ring, slowly lifting the microphone to his mouth once more.

Bruce: Face it Stinger, there's no way you can beat me, no way at all.

Bruce steps towards Stinger clutching the microphone tightly with a slight grin on his face.

Lomond: So ring that damn bell, and let's get this over with!

Bruce suddenly hits Stinger to the side of the face with the microphone, knocking him down to the canvas right before the bell sounds. The crowd explodes into boos as Bruce begins to stomp Stinger to his chest and face.

Jerry: This match should be thrown out right here right now!

Tim: Ha, Bruce gets the early advantage!

Lomond grabs Stinger by the hair and pulls him to his knees before clocking him across the face once more with a hard right hand. The shot knocks him down to the canvas face and chest first as he now begins to stomp him to the back of the head and lower spine. Stinger X-2 yells in pain before Lomond pulls him to his feet and gets behind his back, burying his shoulder into the spine of Stinger and lifting him into the air. The crowd is disgusted while Lomond delivers a huge spin out sitdown powerbomb. He places his shoulders to the back of Stinger’s legs when the ref slides into the ring and begins to count.

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Stinger X-2 gets his shoulder up to a huge ovation.

Jerry: I thought that was it.

Tim: Bruce must have let him kick out so he can continue to play around with him.

Lomond quickly gets to his feet before dropping an elbow to the chest of Stinger X-2 and rolling to a standing position once more. He now jumps into the air and comes down with another elbow to the chest of Stinger, causing him to roar in pain. Lomond quickly gets to his feet and steps towards the turnbuckle as the fans begin to boo. He jumps onto the second rope before jumping off and coming down with a huge leg drop to the throat of Stinger, causing him to kick his legs into the air before rolling onto his side rubbing his neck. Lomond quickly gets on top of Stinger and hooks the leg as the fans explode into boos.

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Stinger X-2 gets his shoulder up once again to a huge ovation from the fans. Bruce raises to his knees shaking his head before he grabs Stinger by the hair and holds his head up, beginning to jab him across the forehead repeatedly. Stinger X-2’s legs kick into the air with each hard shot before Lomond gets to his feet and jumps into the air, coming down with a huge knee drop to the forehead of Stinger.

Tim: Look at this, Bruce is just controlling this match!

Jerry: Of course he is, for crying out he used a microphone on Stinger.

Bruce gets to his feet quickly before coming down with another elbow this time to the forehead of the his opponent. Lomond gets to his feet once again before coming down with another huge knee across his face. Stinger flops up and down on the canvas while Bruce Lomond rises and stomps him to the forehead once more. He quickly backs across the ring and bounces off the ropes before charging back in and jumping into the air, coming down with a big body splash onto Stinger. Lomond quickly gets to his feet before grabbing him by the hair and pulling Stinger X-2 up, he quickly grabs his wrist and whips him across the ring back first into the turnbuckle. Stinger favors his spine and stumbles forward before Bruce steps in and decks him across the face repeatedly before kicking him to the gut and underhooking one of his arms. Bruce quickly hiptosses Stinger X-2 across the ring and crashing across the canvas on his back side. Stinger sits up in pain while Bruce jumps onto the turnbuckle behind his back and dives off. As he floats over Lomond grabs Stinger by the back of the head, hitting a neckbreaker variation. Stinger X-2’s neck whiplashes back before he falls onto the canvas back first. Bruce gets to his feet quickly before stepping towards the weakened challenger and stomping him repeatedly to the chest and forehead.

Tim: Man, Bruce is such a pure athlete, Stinger hasn’t even gotten a hit in yet!

Stinger grabs his face kicking his legs before Lomond rolls him onto his side, he quickly begins to knee him repeatedly to the kidneys. Stinger X-2 yells in pain as Bruce drops another knee to his lower back causing Stinger to yell out in pain. Lomond gets to his feet and punt kicks Stinger to his spine making him roar. Bruce slowly lifts Stinger X-2 to his feet and throws him into the ropes, as he comes back in he kicks him to the gut. Lomond charges to the turnbuckle and jumps to the second rope before coming off with a leg drop to the back of the bent forward Stinger’s head, taking him down to the canvas face first.

Jerry: Come on Stinger X-2!

Stinger lies on the canvas face first before Bruce rolls him onto his back and hooks his leg.

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Stinger kicks out at the last second. The fans go insane while Bruce rises to his knees and looks out over the crowd shaking his head. Lomond slowly reaches down and grabs Stinger by the hair, pulling him to his feet before decking him across the face. Stinger stumbles backwards barely able to stand when Bruce kicks him to the gut then knees him to the face. He now knees Stinger X-2 to the gut once more before doing it again. Stinger is barely able to stand as Bruce elbows him to the back of the head and bends forward, placing his shoulder to the gut of Stinger, charging him spine first into the turnbuckle. Stinger X-2 yells in horrid pain as Bruce pulls back and stands up beginning to deck him across the face with hard shots once again. Stinger nearly collapses out of the corner before Bruce chops him across the chest and buries his shoulder to the gut of the challenger, lifting him into the air and sitting him on the top rope.

Tim: Bruce is devastating him.

Lomond climbs onto the second rope and decks Stinger X-2 across the face once more before Stinger suddenly hits him with a hard right. The shot nearly knocks Bruce off the ropes before Stinger X-2 hits him again with a hard right hand and this time places him in a front headlock. The fans begin to go crazy as Stinger jumps off the top rope and swings around, delivering a tornado DDT on Bruce off the very top rope. Lomond hits the canvas hard landing on top of his head as his entire body stands on it before falling onto his back.

Jerry: What a tornado DDT!

Tim: I have never seen one with the victim standing on the second rope like that and the perpetrator coming off the top.

Bruce lies on the canvas back first while Stinger rolls onto him and hooks the leg.

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Lomond gets his shoulder up to the despair of the fans. Stinger begins to shake the sweat from his forehead as he grabs Bruce by the hair, pulling him to his feet. He now decks him across the face with a hard right hand before kicking him to the gut and bending him forward, placing him in a powerbomb position. Bruce suddenly wraps his arms around the back of Stinger X-2’s legs as Stinger lifts him into the air, causing him to fall backwards and Bruce to roll on top of him in pinning position.

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Stinger rolls Bruce backwards onto his shoulders in pinning position.

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Lomond rolls backwards onto his hands and knees as he buries his shoulders into the back of Stinger’s legs, placing all his bodyweight on them so that he is pressing Stinger X-2’s shoulders to the canvas.

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Stinger places his hands against the back of Bruce’s head and pushes downward, causing him to flip forward while Stinger sits up, allowing the back of Lomond’s legs to be placed against his shoulders. Stinger places the back of his shins over Bruce’s shoulders.

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Lomond kicks out at the very last moment.

Jerry: A collection of near falls there!

Tim: All of which came very close to ending this match.

Bruce rolls backwards onto his hands and knees while Stinger X-2 gets to his feet and jumps into the air, front dropkicking him right to the forehead. The shot causes Bruce to fall onto his side holding the back of his neck. Stinger quickly grabs Bruce by the hair and pulls him to his feet before decking him across the face once more and kicking him to the gut. Stinger X-2 grabs Lomond by the wrist and whips him across the ring only to have Bruce put the breaks on it and pull Stinger across his shoulders. Bruce quickly turns towards the ropes before delivering a huge death valley driver, dropping Stinger back first across the top rope. The fans explode into boos while Stinger X-2 bounces off of the rope and spills to the outside of the ring chest first now reaching back and grabbing his spine. Stinger X-2 crawls across the mats slowly holding his spine while Bruce grabs the top rope and uses it to slingshot himself over, dropping with a senton out of the ring and across the back of Stinger. The fans are in shock as is Stinger who falls onto his chest and stomach.

Jerry: My God what a move by Bruce Lomond!

Tim: That was incredible!

Stinger continues to hold his spine while Bruce gets to his feet smiling and grabbing him by the hair. Lomond turns Stinger X-2 backwards towards a set of steel steps before burying his shoulder into the spine of Stinger and lifting him into the air. The fans let out a mixed reaction as Lomond drops Stinger back first onto the steel steps. Stinger X-2 roars in horrid pain dropping onto his backside and grabbing his back.

Tim: Whoa that was heinous.

Lomond stomps Stinger X-2 to the top of the head before grabbing him by the hair and standing him up before rolling him into the ring. Bruce jumps onto the apron while Stinger crawls to the center of the ring and slowly begins to stand up holding his spine in horrendous pain as he bends forward. Bruce Lomond quickly slides through the ropes and rushes in before Stinger X-2 places his hands to the gut of Lomond and delivers a huge sky high spinebuster. Bruce yells in pain as Stinger places his shoulders to the back of Lomond’s legs.

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Lomond kicks out at the last second as the fans begin to boo loudly.

Jerry: Surprisingly this match has gone back and forth thus far.

Tim: What are you talking about, Stinger X-2 has had his ass handed to him by Lomond.

Jerry: I have no idea what match your watching.

A Stinger X-2 chant begins as he rises to his feet holding his back in horrendous pain as he stumbles into the ropes, using them for support. Bruce rolls onto his hands and knees beginning to get to his feet when Stinger spins around and connects with a hard right across his face, followed by another. He now kicks him to the gut and backs into the ropes. As he comes back in he hits Bruce with a hard shinning wizard, taking him off his feet and face down to the canvas. Stinger now rolls him onto his back and hooks his leg.

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Lomond gets his shoulder up once again.

Tim: Man what a match we’re seeing here for the Livewire title.

Stinger slowly gets to his feet shaking his head in shock as he continues to hold his battered spinal cord. He now steps towards the turnbuckle and begins to scale it slowly while Bruce rolls onto his hands and knees, hesitantly pushing himself upwards. Stinger has his back turned towards Lomond as he gets to the very top rope. Bruce quickly steps towards him and begins to club him to his lower back, making him fall to a seated position on the top rope. Bruce quickly buries his head under the posterior of Stinger as he begins to step up the turnbuckle, placing Stinger in a electric chair drop position. Lomond pushes himself onto the second rope preparing to drop off the turnbuckle when Stinger suddenly falls backwards wrapping his legs around the neck of Bruce and pulling him off the turnbuckle with a huge reverse hurricarana. Lomond flies off the turnbuckle and lands face first on the canvas as the crowd goes nuts.

Jerry: My God what an incredible move!

Tim: That was insane offense by Stinger X-2.

Bruce holds his face as he pushes himself onto his knees, Stinger lies on the canvas on his stomach before he uses the ropes to pull himself up. Stinger X-2 slowly pulls himself onto the second rope before jumping off and connecting with a huge front dropkick to the face of Bruce Lomond while he remains on his knees. The force of the blow causes Lomond to fall backwards however his knees remain glued to the canvas, he slowly falls onto his side now before grabbing his nose and chin. Stinger pushes himself to his feet before grabbing Bruce by the hair, standing him up and jabbing him across the face. The force of the blow knocks Lomond backwards into the turnbuckle before Stinger X-2 jabs him across the face once more. Stinger slowly backs up before charging back in only to have Bruce get his feet into the air, causing Stinger to ram face first into them. He takes a few steps backwards grabbing his chin before he charges at Bruce once again only to have him get his legs up and slam them into the face of his opponent. The crowd begins to boo as Stinger crashes onto the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring. Bruce quickly exits the ring and grabs Stinger by the hair, pulling him to his feet and lifting him above his head in a gorilla press position. The crowd moans and groans as he drops Stinger X-2 chest first onto the barricade, causing him to yell in pain as he stumbles backwards into the apron. Bruceslides into the ring under the ropes. He now approaches the ropes quickly and reaches through them, grabbing Stinger X-2 by the hair and pulling him into a seated position upon the apron. Lomond quickly rushes across the ring and bounces off the ropes before charging back in at Stinger who is still seated on the apron. He quickly dropkicks Stinger to the spine through the ropes, causing Stinger to fly off the apron and strike chest first into the barricade. The fans shout in horror while Stinger falls onto his knees before tumbling onto his back.

Tim: What another huge move by Lomond.

Stinger X-2 grabs his chest in pain while Bruce slides under the ropes to the outside of the ring and begins to stomp him to the forehead. Bruce grabs Stinger by the hair and pulls him to his feet before dragging him towards the apron and slamming his face off of it. Stinger grabs his forehead in pain backing into the hands of Bruce who rolls him into the ring under the ropes. Lomond jumps onto the apron before sliding through the ropes into the ring. He quickly approaches Stinger X-2 and drops a knee into his spine before wrapping his hands around the jaw of Stinger and pulling back, placing him in a camel clutch variation.

Jerry: Bruce Lomond may get the submission on Stinger after all the damage he’s done to his spine.

Stinger X-2 roars in pain lifting his hand into the air and balling his fist as Bruce continues to pull back on his chin, burying his knee further into the spine of the champion.

Tim: I don’t think Stinger can fight through the pain.

Stinger continues to yell in pain facing the entry way he reaches his hand into the air, about to tap out it seems but fighting through the pain. Bruce breaks the submission hold and stands up, dropping an elbow into the spine of Stinger then rising to his feet and coming down with a headbutt into it. Stinger roars in pain as he rolls onto his side gripping his spine. Lomond stands up and shouts at Stinger, telling him to get up as he rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and stepping back towards Stinger who has risen to his feet. He quickly ducks under an attempted clothesline by Lomond who turns around sharply. He now kicks Bruce to the gut before taking a step back then rushing in again. He jumps into the air and connects with the scissors kick to the back of Lomond's head, taking him down to the canvas.

Jerry: The Hunting Hawk, it might be over here ladies and gentlemen!

Tim: This isn't happening!!

Stinger gets to his feet, gripping his back in horrible pain as he approaches the turnbuckle. He quickly slides through the ropes and onto the apron before scaling the turnbuckle. The crowd goes nuts as he gets to the top rope and looks out over them.

Jerry: Oh no, Stinger X-2 may be going for that X-2 Hang Over, I'm not sure if his back can take this though.

Tim: Get up Lomond, do something.

Lomond begins to stir, rolling onto his hands and knees as Stinger gets to the top rope. He suddenly rushes in and scales the turnbuckle, getting to the top and wrapping his arms around the waist of Stinger X-2. He suddenly drops backwards, throwing Stinger over his head with a huge release belly to belly suplex. Stinger is sent flying as his leg smacks into the face of the referee, knocking him down to the canvas as well. Stinger slams into the ring hard, sitting up and shouting in pain as Bruce gets to his feet and steps towards him, looking prepared for the pin when he turns and spots the referee out cold.

Tim: This isn't right, Stinger's out cold, Lomond should be getting the victory here.

Bruce appears furious before he turns around and spots none other than Psycho rushing down the ramp with a steel chair in hand, a psychotic expression on his face. Lomond steps towards the ropes quickly, reaching over them for Psycho who swings the steel chair violently right into his forehead. The sound of the impact is brutal, causing Bruce to collapse back first onto the canvas. Psycho throws down the chair, pointing and shouting at Lomond in a deranged state of mind.

Jerry: Ohhhhh, Psycho just came out here and clocked Bruce Lomond with that steel chair! He took his freaking head off with it!

Tim: That cheating bastard, get him out of here!

Psycho walks up the ramp now as Stinger slowly gets to his feet, reaching for his injured back. The referee starts to come to life as Stinger scales the turnbuckle to the top rope, positioning himself while appearing to be in great pain. He now jumps off, flipping forward and connecting with an elbow drop right to the chest of Bruce Lomond.

Jerry: The X-2 Hangover!

Stinger crawls on top of Bruce Lomond as the referee awakes and makes the count.

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A huge wave of cheers rain down upon the ring as Stinger rises to his knees, placing his hands on top of his head, having just picked up a gigantic victory.

Tim: Noo!! Nooo!! Stinger X-2 just became the new Livewire champion!!

Jerry: I can't believe, I cannot believe what we just witnessed!

The Kid's Aren't All right plays over the PA system as Stinger rises to his feet, holding the Livewire title high above his head while favoring his back, the fans are absolutely crazed right now. Stinger has a proud look on his face as he continues to hold the belt high above his head. Lomond rolls onto his side, appearing absolutely stunned by what just occured.

The scene switches to the backstage area with Seagreen marching down a hallway, the World title over his shoulder, appearing absolutely furious over what happened in the ring. He quickly turns and opens the door to his dressing room, mumbling incoherant words to himself.

Seagreen: They'll get a champion announced, and they'll be happy with it, oh yes they will.

Seagreen steps into the VIP room, his desk in the forefront as he puts the belt on top of it and takes a deep breath. Suddenly the lights in the room go out. The sounds of a scuffle can be heard in the darkness, the fans sitting back and wondering what is going on. Wood breaking and glass shattering in the background. Suddenly the door can be heard opening again as somebody rushes out. Niow mere mummurs of pain can be detected before the door opens again and the light comes on. Sean Johnson stands in the doorway with Seagreen lying on the ground holding his forehead, his table having been shattered and the World title belt missing. Griffin steps into the room and begins to help Seagreen up as he holds his forehead in tremendous pain.

Johnson: What the hell happened man!?!

Seagreen sits up still holding his forehead with a bit of blood dribbling down his scalp.

Seagreen: I don't know, but they took the World title belt.

Johnson peers around looking greatly worried as Seagreen continues to clutch his forehead.

The scene switches to the backstage area where we see Too Magnificent and Michael Synclaire in the parking lot, the tag team title belts in both their hands. They seem to be in the mits of a huge arguement, their faces red as they shout at one another.

Too Magnificent: I can't believe you did that Synclaire!?! You got us kicked out of the building and now neither of us our going to have a shot in the mini tournament! What's with you lately, you've been completely unable to maintain control of your anger, tell me what the hell is going on!

Synclaire lowers his head, thinking about it for several moments before finally looking up into the face of Too Magnificent.

Synclaire: You know exactly why I'm upset. You've been dissing the High Rollers for long enough with your little association with Psycho. The two of you are always hanging out, talking and planning with one another, planning for what man? What!?! Are you going to leave the High Rollers up the stream with no paddle like everyone else has?

Too Magnificent just stares at him for several moments, trying to work up a response but appearing so furious that he can not. Synclaire finally turns and walks away. Too Magnificent doesn't know quite what to think yet as he slides his hand into his hair, ready to tear it out of his head as his face becomes blood red. He almost appears to be losing it as he turns around and walks off. The camera is positioned upon the outside parking lot now, zooming in slowly upon something. It's a large red semi truck with a slightly banged up front grill, it moves forward with smoke shooting upwards from the exhaust pipe as the engine reves. It appears to be the same truck that nearly destroyed AWOL. It speeds up and drives around the parking lot at a slow methodical speed.

Jerry: Oh my God Tim, that's the semi that crashed into AWOL in that ambulance! What the hell is this monstrosity doing here?

Tim: I don't like this Jerry, I'm terrified.

The semi continues to speed around before the show cuts to commercial break.

NETWORK COMMERCIAL BREAK

The scene switches to the backstage area as Stinger X-2 steps through the curtains, the Livewire title around his shoulder and an exhausted yet happy expression on his face. Tables and pictures line the wall as he wears a huge grin on his face, having just acquired the Livewire championship when he stops, finding himself standing face to face with Psycho. He has a deranged expression on his face as he steps up in front of Stinger, breathing down his neck almost as his face twitches. Stinger raises an eyebrow, still full of sweet.

Psycho: You, me, two weeks from now, Livewire championship.

Stinger gives him a confused expression, yet seeming happy to still have won the title. Psycho turns away quickly, stepping off as Stinger watches him leave, perplexed by what just occured. The scene cuts to Nathan Creed who steps down a corridor, taping up his wrist as he prepares for in ring action. As he continues his forward momentum, he passes Vivian who is leaning backwards against a wall, looking just as odd as usual. She suddenly spots Creed passing.

Vivian: Hey Creed, good luck out there tonight.

Nathan pauses, looking over his shoulder at the young woman as he continues to apply his wrist tape. Vivian steps away from the wall, moving forward slowly.

Vivian: After all you are going to need it, with taking on the Network and all, on top of that you've got Sean Johnson in the ring against you as well as Orlando Cruze, the man you put it all on the line against at War of the Worlds. You defeated him and now he's officiating your match. Things don't seem that fair now do they? In fact I say the deck was pretty much stacked against you. Don't worry Nathan, I'm sure you can pull out some kind of miracle, hopefully that was sarcastic enough for even you to understand.

Vivian steps away from Creed who watches her leave in an angry state. He finally takes a deep breath and then moves forward down the hallway.

[Camera fades in on the parking garage as a black Dodge Viper speeds into the parking garage at full speed and triple parks as the breaks are applied. The roaring engine is turned off and the driver’s side door flies open as Chapel steps out and pops the trunk. He reaches into the trunk and pulls out a black gym bag. He removes his trench coat and tosses it into the back seat before locking the doors and slamming the trunk shut. The Hardcore and Television Champion begins walking towards the entrance shouting to the vacant parking lot trying to receive a response.]

Chapel: Oh Coven…Come out to play!

[As Chapel is about to enter the arena, two security guards come out of nowhere and hold the door shut as they block his path.]

Guard: I’m sorry, sir, but Jason Seagreen has banned you from the arena this week. I’m gonna have to ask you to turn around and leave the property. As long as the ULW show is going on, you are illegally trespassing.

Chapel: You want me to leave? You’re saying that I, the Hardcore and Television Champion, who went through Hell to get these titles and had his girlfriend abducted by some cowardly assholes, has to turn around and leave. Is that your story? I just want to make that clear.

Guard: I’m sorry, sir, but we have our orders to keep you out.

Chapel: Are you finished? Is your little speech all done?

[As the guards try to start pushing him away, Chapel knees both of them in the stomach one after the other. As they are falling to the floor, Chapel takes a crowbar out of his gym bag and smashes both guards in the head, knocking them unconscious. Chapel puts the weapon back into his bag and heads inside smiling menacingly. The camera continues to follow Chapel as he continues walking towards Seagreen’s office. When he finally reaches the locked door, he lifts up his left leg and quickly boots the door in. He stomps forth through the doorway as Seagreen jumps from his desk in shock.]

Seagreen: What the Hell are you doing here? Security! Security!

[Chapel rushes over to Seagreen and forces him against the wall while placing a hand over his mouth. Sweat begins to trickle down Seagreen’s face as he looks at Chapel in terror.]

Chapel: Security can’t help you now, Jason! It’s going to take more than two little watchdogs to keep me away. Now here’s the deal. I could snap your pathetic little neck right now, but I’m not going to. You play ball the way I want and you’ll live through this. I’m giving the orders right now and you’re going to give me what I want. Do you understand?

[Seagreen nervously nods his head and Chapel smiles. He releases Seagreen from his grasp and stares at him while he gasps for breath.]

Chapel: Now then…let’s talk business!

[The cameraman is forced from the room by Chapel as he slams the door shut with an evil smile across his face.]

The lights dim and red overhead spotlights fill the arena. A fog rolls from the stage, made all the thicker by the red lighting, and Evanescence's "Going Under" fills the ULW arena. The crowd reaction is mixed as Vivian strides confidently from the back wearing a long leather overcoat and a pair of dark sunglasses. She stares from side to side at the audience before making her way to the ring. She perches on one of the turnbuckles as she removes the jacket and glasses, tossing the latter to someone in the audience. With a smirk, she looks around a final time before dropping into the ring to await her opponent.

Tim: Well we're ready for what was suppose to be a triple threat match.

Jerry: Yes but with the disapearence of Scott Scorpion, things have most definetly changed here tonight.

Phantom's intro theme descends over the loud speakers as fog rolls in over the stage. The crowd rises to it's feet as that same eery blue light materializes upon the stage, shinning through the fog and revealing an outline clouded behind it. Phantom now steps from the fog in a white cloak and hood. The fans are cheering as loud as they possibly can as Phantom reveals a microphone in his hand which he slowly lifts to his mouth. Vivian sits in the corner of the ring staring at him before whipping her nose with her taped up hand.

Phantom: Vivian! Tonight I'm not here just to get a win, I'm here for a fight. I expected to face Scott Scorpion and since he's not here, I say we up the anty. Let's make this, a street fight.

The fans explode into cheers as Vivian remains sitting in the ring before nodding her head.

Jerry: Whoa, this match is going to be a street fight, things are going to get a whole lot more out of control now.

Tim: Please God, keep Phantom away from me.

The fans begin to cheer as Phantom charges down the ramp with his face filled with anger. Vivian doesn’t budge from her seated position as Phantom steps onto the apron before stepping over the top rope into the ring. The bell sounds as he slowly begins to approach Vivian who suddenly rolls out of the ring to the outside. The crowd begins to boo as Vivian stands outside the ring still locking eyes with a furious Phantom. He slowly steps over the ropes as Vivian runs to the other side of the ring in front of the ramp. Phantom drops to the mats and begins to pursue her as Vivian jumps onto the apron and awaits him to turn the corner. As Phantom does Vivian jumps off the apron and hits him under the jaw with a hard karate kick. The force of the blow causes Phantom to stumble backwards into the ring post.

Jerry: Vivian just baited Phantom in and connected with a brutal superkick off the apron.

Tim: Great strategy by Vivian.

Phantom shakes his head before beginning to step towards Vivian again who now slides under the ropes to the inside of the ring. The monster quickly steps onto the apron following his opponent before placing one leg over the top rope. The crowd erupts as Vivian steps to the top rope and grabs a hold of it, beginning to pull it up and down against the crotch of Phantom who looks to be in pain as he grabs himself.

Jerry: Vivian is racking Phantom on the ropes.

The fans continue to boo as Vivian stops shaking the ropes and charges towards the turnbuckle, quickly jumping to the top. Phantom continues to remain racked on the ropes holding himself before Vivian jumps off the top rope and connects with a kick to the side of his head. The force of the blow nearly knocks Phantom to the outside of the ring but he somehow maintains his balance. The crowd is still on it’s feet as Vivian slides to the outside of the ring and lifts the banner, retrieving a steel chair from underneath the ring.

Tim: Vivian making using of this street fight rules here in her ULW debut.

Phantom slowly steps off the ropes shaking the cobwebs from his head before Vivian enters the ring holding the chair in front of her face. Phantom suddenly punches the chair back into the face of Vivian, knocking her down to the canvas back first.

Jerry: Oh, what brutal strength!

Vivian rolls across the ring grabbing her face before pushing herself to a standing position. Phantom suddenly steps in and hits her with a brutal mafia kick right under the jaw. The force takes Vivian through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Phantom continues to walk around the ring placing his hand to his face trying to shake off those lethal kicks he received earlier when Vivian jumps onto the apron and springs to the top rope. Phantom slowly turns around to face her when Vivian jumps off the top rope and hits him with a devastating spinning heel kick right to the chest. The force of the blow causes Phantom to collapse onto the canvas. He rises to his feet as Vivian quickly steps in and begins to chop Phantom across the chest before kicking him hard to the knee. Phantom begins to stumble away from the ropes as Vivian once again hits him with a hard kick to the back of the leg, followed by another. The big man slowly begins to limp on his leg after another devastating kick to it.

Tim: Brilliant game plan by Vivian, trying to take Phantom down to size.

Phantom reaches for his leg before he reaches out and grabs Vivian by the head. He quickly pulls her into a hard headbutt that knocks Vivian down to the canvas back first. Vivian rolls across the ring onto her stomach and chest while Phantom steps to the corner, leaning on it and shaking his leg. Vivian quickly gets to her feet and charges across the ring before front dropkicking the back of Phantom’s leg, making him hop and down on one foot as he stumbles backwards. Vivian quickly jumps onto the top rope with her back turned towards Phantom before moonsaulting off. As she flies through the air and lands on Phantom’s shoulder the big man wraps his arm around Vivian’s waist, catching her.

Jerry: Oh no, Vivian was just caught on Phantom’s shoulder.

Phantom quickly rushes across the ring about to deliver a powerslam when Vivian slides off his shoulder and lands behind his back, shoving him chest first into the turnbuckle. Phantom smacks into it hard before turning around to face Vivian who cocks her leg back and hits a buzzsaw kick to the shin of the giant. Phantom stumbles forward before grabbing his leg and leaning on the ropes.

Tim: I can’t believe this, thus far this match has been basically all Vivian.

Phantom places his foot on the canvas before Vivian steps in and hits another buzzsaw kick to his shin. Phantom reaches down and grabs his shin once more before Vivian steps in front of him and delivers the buzzaw kick to the side of his head. The crowd erupts as the force of the shot causes Phantom to spill through the ropes and land on the outside of the ring across his back.

Jerry: Vivian just knocked Phantom out of the ring.

Phantom has a furious expression on his face as Vivian steps through the ropes onto the apron before diving off. Suddenly Phantom spins around and grabs her in mid air on his shoulder before placing her in a bear hug position and charging her towards the steel post. The crowd moans as Phantom rams Vivian into the steel with brutal velocity. Phantom takes a few steps back as Vivian drops to her feet on the mats and begins to stumble forward holding her back. Phantom suddenly hits her with a devastating clothesline, taking her off her feet and down to the mats back first.

Jerry: What a brutal clothesline.

Phantom slowly reaches down and grabs Vivian by the hair before pulling her to her feet and placing both his hands to the chest and gut of AWOL's former lover. The fans begin to cheer as Phantom lifts Vivian into the air with a huge gorilla press. He now steps towards the ring and throws Vivian over the top rope and onto the canvas. Vivian rolls across the ring as Phantom pulls himself onto the apron, resting on his knees. Vivian suddenly grabs the steel chair lying in the ring and stands up before charging at Phantom and jumping into the air. She places the chair beneath her feet and now dropkicks Phantom to the face over the top rope. The crowd erupts as Phantom falls off the apron onto his back. The monstrous force grows a furious expression on his face before stepping towards the ring and jumping onto the apron. Vivian quickly charges at him only to receive a hard right hand to the face, knocking her backwards across the canvas. Phantom slowly steps over the ropes into the ring before waiting for Vivian to get to her feet. As she does Phantom grabs her by the hair and pulls her head between his legs.

Tim: Oh dear lord, he cannot be considering doing this!

The fans burst into cheers as Phantom lifts Vivian into the air on his shoulders before falling forward and powerbombing her down to the canvas with brutal force.

Jerry: What a powerbomb by Phantom!!!

Phantom slowly rises to his feet standing over the battered Vivian before he reaches down and grabs her by the hair, slowly beginning to pull her to her feet. The fans begin to cheer as loud as they can before Phantom lifts Vivian onto his shoulder and charges her towards the turnbuckle, ramming her back first into it. However Phantom does not release the young woman but instead turns back towards the ring and charges across it before delivering a vicious powerslam.

Tim: The Oklahoma Stampede performed perfectly by Phantom.

Vivian lies motionless in the center of the ring before Phantom rises to his feet shaking his head. He now backs into the ropes and bounces off of them before stepping back in and jumping into the air, going for a huge leg drop only to have Vivian sit up. Phantom slams rear in first onto the canvas and lets out a roar before he rolls onto his knees. Vivian slowly gets to her feet while Phantom remains on his knees in front of her, slowly trying to push himself up. The crowd suddenly explodes into cheers as Vivian steps in and delivers a vicious buzzsaw kick across the side of his face. The force of the blow causes Phantom to wave back and forth as he still remains on his knees. Phantom continues to remain on his knees as Vivian pulls her foot back and once again delivers a vicious buzzsaw kick across the side of his face. The shot echoes throughout the arena while Phantom leans backwards appearing to nearly fall over but somehow remains on his knees.

Tim: Can Vivian put Phantom down to the canvas, can she do it!?!

Vivian pulls her leg back and smacks the canvas with both hands as Phantom remains perched on his knees in front of her with a glossy look in his eyes. The fans erupt as she goes for another buzzsaw kick only to have Phantom duck out of the way. Vivian’s foot flies over the head of Phantom as she spins around, placing her back towards the massive figure. Phantom quickly rises to his feet before underhooking both Vivian’s arms from behind and suddenly lifting her into the air. The crowd watches in horror as Phantom delivers an absolutely brutal full nelson slam.

Jerry: Dear lord what a full nelson by Phantom, that was absolutely vicious.

Phantom staggers back and forth for a few moments attempting to get his head straight before he reaches down and grabs Vivian by the throat, quickly pulling her to her feet before throwing her backwards into the turnbuckle. Vivian hangs on the ropes for support before Phantom charges in and big body splashes her against the turnbuckle pads. Phantom slowly steps backwards as Vivian slides into a seated position against the turnbuckle. Phantom now grabs her by the hair and stands her up before pulling his hand back and smacking it over her chest. The sound of the collision causes the fans to let out a whoo while Vivian places her arm over her chest in pain. Phantom brushes it aside before taking a step back and lifting his leg into the air, placing his foot against Vivian’s throat and choking her against the turnbuckle.

Tim: Vivian is just being dominated by Phantom now.

Vivian’s legs kick and her arms frail before Phantom takes his foot away and steps back in slapping her across the chest once more. Vivian grabs her chest in pain once again before Phantom kicks her to the gut and delivers a hard back elbow across the side of her face. Phantom now hooks one of Vivian’s arms and pulls her away from the turnbuckle before flipping her into the air with a huge hip toss. Vivian crashes onto the canvas back first and sits up holding her back while Phantom steps in and kicks her to the back of the head. Vivian yells in pain before Phantom grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her feet. He quickly grabs a hold of her wrist and throws her into the ropes. As Vivian bounces off of them and comes back in Phantom grabs her under his arm and jumps into the air, delivering a huge sidebuster slam. He now hooks Vivian’s leg for the pin.

Ref,

one………………………

two…………………………..

Vivian gets her shoulder up at the last second.

Tim: I don’t know how wise that was, if I were Vivian I would want this thing to end fast.

Phantom slowly gets to his feet shaking his head before he grabs Vivian by the hair and pulls her to her feet. The monster slowly pulls her onto his shoulders, setting up for what appears to be a TKO DDT.

Jerry: Phantom is looking to end this thing with fireman’s carry into a DDT variation.

Tim: If he hits this, I do think this thing will be over.

Phantom prepares to deliver the move when Vivian suddenly slides off his shoulders and lands behind his back. Phantom begins to spin around as Vivian rushes across the ring and jumps to the top rope. Phantom follows after her before Vivian springs off the rope and turns in mid air, delivering a buzzsaw kick across the side of Phantom’s head. The fans erupt as Phantom turns away from Vivian and nearly falls to the canvas stumbling forward into a turnbuckle chest first, using it as support. Phantom shakes his head in shock as Vivian grabs the steel chair lying next to the ropes and steps towards the large man. She quickly pulls the chair back and smacks it into the spine of Phantom, causing the giant to spin around holding his back before Vivian smacks him in the head with the chair. Phantom begins to stumble out of the corner placing his arm over his forehead before he turns to face Vivian only to receive another shot to the face with the chair. Phantom staggers backwards before Vivian lifts the chair above her head and smacks him in the face once again. The sounds of the shots echo throughout the arena as Phantom stumbles backwards into another turnbuckle. The crowd is going absolutely nuts while Vivian lifts the chair above her head and steps towards Phantom.

Jerry: Vivian is wearing Phantom out with those brutal chair shots.

Suddenly Phantom steps out of the corner and grabs Vivian by the throat as the fans begin to explode into cheers.

Tim: Uh oh, this doesn’t look good for Vivian.

Phantom stares into the face of Vivian shaking his head in a furious state before he lifts her into the air and chokeslams her brutally down to the canvas. Vivian’s body slams off the ring before flopping into the air. She slowly rolls onto his side in pain while Phantom stands over him breathing heavily.

Jerry: What a brutal chokeslam by Phantom!

The monsterous Phantom shakes his head before reaching down and grabbing Vivian around the throat once again. The fans begin boo before he places the head of Vivian between his legs, looking badly damaged after the chair shots yet reaching down and wrapping his arms around her waist. He lifts her into the air quickly now, setting up for the Insomnia. Vivian is lifted onto his shoulders as she now begins to slug him across the face repeatedly, trying to get herself free. Phantom's strength fades as Vivian drops back, pulling Phantom with her into a hurricarana pinning attempt.

Tim: The Whip Lash!

Jerry: Oh my God!!

Ref,

1

2

3!

The entire arena is shocked as Phantom kicks out, falling onto his side. His face has an almost scary expression upon it as Vivian stands up, not looking too happy and not looking upset as well.

Jerry: Vivian has done it, she's defeated Phantom here tonight in a shocking turn of events.

Tim: She just won what was an intense one on one match.

Vivian's tunes play over the loud speaker when Phantom steps up behind her, delivering a double axehandle to the back of her head. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Vivian is knocked down face first to the canvas, Phantom standing over her and shaking his head in anger. He now reaches down, grabbing Vivian by the hair and pulling her to her feet before he drags her head in between his legs. He now lifts her into the air and delivers the Insomnia, slamming Vivian face first into the canvas. She flops over onto her back, grabbing her face and shouting in pain as Phantom stands up, looking down at her in anger.

Tim: My God, it looks the beast inside of Phantom has been awaken because he just viciously assaulted one of ULW's newest superstars Vivian.

Jerry: I've never seen Phantom like this.

Phantom stares down at Vivian shaking his head in disgust. He finally turns around and steps towards the ropes, moving over them in an angry fashion, some of the fans booing him.

[The Network’s logo appears on monitors in and throughout the arena and is then followed by the High Rollers logo.]

Announcer: The following announcement has been ordered by the Network.

[The logos fade to reveal Jason Seagreen sitting in his chair, which has been positioned in the center of his office, with two figures standing behind him. One is slightly larger than the other and Seagreen is looking terrified as the camera focuses in on him.]

Seagreen: After I was petitioned to review a recent situation that has developed since War of the Worlds, I have made an important decision that will affect our upcoming Pay Per View this month. That announcement will now be delivered by two representatives of the High Rollers, Chapel and Michael Synclaire. I've allowed both gentlemen to come back in the building one last time tonight, they have a mere few moments to do so. If their not through talking in five minutes I'm afraid the Network will just have to cut in with some excellent Friend's footage.

[Camera zooms outward and upward to reveal Chapel and Synclaire standing behind Seagreen. They are smiling happily as Synclaire begins to speak.]

Synclaire: On behalf of the High Rollers we are here to voice our extreme displeasure with the Coven. They have made attempts on our lives and now hold Demona against her will. I will not be chased from an arena like I was at War of the Worlds ever again! Because of the demanding tag match I wrestled to become one half of the Tag Team Champions, my personal physician advised that I not wrestle this week for the sake of my well being. However, at the forthcoming Pay Per View, only a few weeks henceforth from now, our blood feud with the Coven shall end once and for all. Chapel will explain further details.

Chapel: I want revenge for the theft of my beloved Demona. I hate the Coven above all else with all my being and I want them destroyed…I want them to suffer! I want them to suffer even worse than I have suffered. To that end I am unleashing the most brutal concept ever devised upon this company. It shall be the High Rollers Vs. The Coven in the Hell’s Pit Deathmatch! I have prepared a video that should explain everything. Roll the footage!

[Camera images change to bright blue sky on a sunny day. Computer generated figures that appear to be angels are flying when suddenly their wings catch fire and they begin to fall. The figures keep falling farther and farther until fire consumes the screen. The characters are burning alive in torture amongst animated figures of the Coven’s members.]

Voice: Welcome to Hell…

[Footage begins of foreign wrestling matches each set in the same environment. The ring is surrounded by a door-less cell with barbed wire wrapped within each link of the fencing. Beds of nails, barbed wire, broken glass, and regular tables are littered around ringside while spilled thumbtacks and pushpins are littered throughout the ring. “Walk into the Darkness” by ICP is heard as highlights of bloody wrestlers are shown, Chapel among them, slamming and brutalizing opponents. Wrestlers are shown being driven to the mat as spots on the mat explode with a fiery roar. More wrestlers are shown writhing in pain as they burn in the ring and one is diving off the top of the cell in flames, crying out in pain. One last shot shows a ring burning in several spots as wrestlers’ unconscious bodies are scattered about and Chapel standing in the center with his arms raised and laughing loudly in victory.]

Voice: Welcome to Hell…Why did you choose this?

[The video footage fades back to the office of Jason Seagreen as fans watch in stunned silence. The camera moves back up and zooms in on Chapel.]

Chapel: Look carefully, Coven, for that is your future. You shall suffer and die by my hand for that is your fate. You against us and the winners take all. The match won’t end until one team cannot wrestle anymore! One entire team will be carried out. This will be the end…one way or another.

Synclaire: To sweeten this deal, I am making an open declaration here and now. If the High Rollers lose, I shall retire…not just from ULW, but from professional wrestling entirely. Some us may not survive this or ever be able to wrestle again anyway. Like Chapel said, one way or another, all of this will come to an end.

Chapel: Coven, this is what you get for pushing me to the limit…for becoming the greatest of sinners in my eyes. I swore when you kidnapped my Demona that I would come after you…well I’m coming after you and I’m bringing Hell with me! I want the whole Coven to go down so I suggest we both find two more partners because this is going to be three on three, faction on faction. Until we meet again…I’ll see you in Hell!

[As the video feed from Jason Seagreen’s office fades out, one last image appears on the screen showing pictures of Chapel Synclaire, and a shadow figure to represent their as yet to be determined partner standing opposite pictures of Tristan, Serenity, and a shadow figure to represent their mystery partner as well. The background of the image is serene and peaceful but is suddenly rocked by an explosion as the background becomes red and black with fire graphics in the foreground rising around the images of the two teams. The screen fades to black followed by the words “In a Matter of Weeks It Shall Rain Hell!” and then fading to darkness.]

COMMERCIAL BREAK

The show comes back live in Jason Seagreen's office, he appears very upset over what occured moments ago, holding a bandage to his forehead and looking at the broken chunks of his table as a stage hand sweeps up broken glass behind him. The door busts open now as Hurse and Jon Rich enter, both men are also holding ice to their foreheads after the vicious chair shots by the crazed Psycho. Hurse looks at Seagreen in a furious state, really holding the ice bag to his forehead.

Hurse: Seagreen!! Did you just see what happened to us thanks to Psycho!?!

Jon: He hit me with a freaking steel chair, he hit, this face, with a chair, we want revenge!

Seagreen seems to have a headache as he listens to his fellow Network members. He finally responds.

Seagreen: Gentlemen, next week Psycho already has a match. He's going to be taking on Sean Johnson in a one on one match. As for the two of you, I already have something in store for you guys next week. It's going to be Michael Synclaire and Too Magnificent versus Hurse and Jon Rich, and it's going to be for the ULW tag team titles.

The crowd begins to boo as Hurse and Rich both look at eachother in anger still.

Hurse: All right, that's fine for now, but rest assure, nothing's going to stop Jon and I from getting a measure of revenge against that bastard Psycho.

Jon: Yeah!!

The two men walk off in a storm as Seagreen is left still in a great deal of pain holding his forehead.

The arena lights dim as red and gold lights show on the entry ramp. "Hysteria" by Muse plays over the PA as Curtis Jack comes strutting down the ramp. He gets a bits close to the rail and a fan reaches out and pats him on the shoulder. Curtis jumps away and glares at the fan, looking at his shoulder and scowls, he brushes at his shoulder with his hand, as if the fan got something on him. Curtis slides into the ring and strikes a pose on the turnbuckle, dismissing the fans as they boo him.

Jerry: Listen to the fans, they hate Curtis Jack.

Tim: They're just jealous.

The lights stay out and the colored lights dim as blue-white strobes begin to go flicker. The opening chords of the Rolling Stone's "Paint It Black" begin to play, annoucing the arrival of Desolation, who as usual cannot hold an entry theme week to week. This week he has his old AWO produced theme "Requiem for the Nightmare" following "Paint it Black." He walks down the ring ramp, glaring at Curtis Jack all the way.

Jerry: Desolation's looking angry here tonight.

Tim: Jerry, when DOESN'T Desolation look angry?

Desolation looks around at the crowd and smiles, he has his trenchcoat held shut, he grins at Curtis Jack.

Tim: Did someone forget to give me a memo? Is Desolation running a flasher angle tonight?

Jerry: Knock it off.

Desolation shrugs and drops the coat, Curtis Jack's jaw drops. Desolation is wearing a Cactus Jack t-shirt. Desolation makes the famed "Bang Bang" gesture, then struts around the ring showing off the shirt for the crowd.

Tim: Desolation is disrespecting Curtis Jack!

Jerry: From what I've heard he hasn't given anything for Desolation to respect.

Tim: Why are you being so nice to him all of a sudden? Didn't you mention that his ban on pinfalls was the stupidest thing you've ever heard?

Jerry: Well, I'd like to apollogize for that.

Tim: Did he threaten you?

Jerry: He sat me down gave me "the look" and proceeded to go into a detailed explanation on the matter. Made me feel all of five years old.

Tim: So you're kissing his ass now?

Jerry: So you're sucking Curtis'...

Tim: Ok, ok!

Desolation pulls off the shirt and throws it into the crowd. The bell rings and he and Curtis begin circling each other. Curtis charges in and Desolation brings him down with a drop toe hold, he quickly takes a back mount position and slaps Curtis on the back of the head. Desolation springs to his feet as Curtis Jack jumps up, and runs at Desolation again. Desoltion repeats the manuever. Curtis gets up his face a bright red.

Tim: The hell is this? Desolation's mocking Curtis!

Jerry: Your powers of observation astound me.

Curtis and Desolation lock up, Curtis manages to apply a headlock to Desolation, Curtis points to his head showing how smart he is. Apparently not enough as Desolation easily squirms out of the hold, as Curtis didn't use both hands to keep it locked on. Desolation spins Curtis around and applies one of his own, cinching on the hold and stomping the ground a few times for show. Curtis shoves Desolation into the ropes, Desolation comes back, Curtis Jack drops down, Desolation stops, and drops a leg across the back of Curtis' neck.

Tim: That bastard Desolation going right back to work on the very same place he injured two weeks ago!

Curtis is back up on his feet complaining to the referee, while Desolation has an overly dramatic expression of concern on his face, he covers his mouth with his hands as if to say "Whoops, did I do that?" Curtis is pointing to the back of his neck. Desolation walks up behind Curtis and makes crying motions. Desolation locks in a Full Nelson and with a kick to Curtis' ass, turns it into a DDT.

Tim: Curtis is down, this is where a normal wrestler would go for a pin, but nooooo, bnot Desolation. Desolation's.... what the hell is he doing?

Desolation pulls a mask out of the pocket of his shorts and pulls it on.

Tim: Did Desolation mug Shark Boy in the parking lot, what the hell?

Desolation lunges at Curtis, and bites him on the butt.

Tim: Desolation isn't taking Curtis Jack seriously at all!

Desolation and Curtis are face to face. Desolation puts his thumb to his nose, wiggles his fingers and stick out his tongue.

Tim: Oh that's real mature! This supposed grand technical master is acting like a spoiled brat! Jerry what are you doing?

Jerry: It's called laughing, Tim, look into it.

Curtis slap the hand away from Desolation's nose, and rips the mask of his face. Desolation points to his face, wanting Curtis to hit him good. Curtis goes to kick Desolation in the gut, but Desolation grabs his foot, spins Curtis around and goes for a clothesline. Curtis ducks, grabs Desolation in a wasitlock and brings him over with a German Suplex. Curtis keeps the waistlock applied as he bring Desolation back up, sweeping the legs out from under the Dark Man, he locks on a half Crab, Desolation uses the position to kick Curtis' knee out from under him. Curtis drop to one knee, still with a hold on the half crab, Desolation goes for a sort of enzguiri, but Curtis lets go of the leg and ducks, Desolation lands on his back and Curtis quickly applies a figure four, Desolation rolls over and Curtis breaks the hold, the two quickly tie up, with Desolation applying a front facelock. Curtis counters with a crisp release Northern Lights suplex. Desolation is back up and Curtis nails him with a stiff chop to the chest. Desolation replies in kind, but Curtis blocks it and pulls Desolation into a backslide.

Jerry: One count only on Desolation.

Desolation kicks up, springing back to standing position, pulling Curtis up with him. Desolation spins and twists, pulling Curtis up into a Gory Guerrero Special. Curtis rotates out of the hold, landing back on his feet, he shoves Desolation into the ropes, he applies a waistlock and brings him back with a picture perfect bridging German Suplex. Not even a one count as Desolation rolls out of the pin and goes to drop and elbow on Curtis, who rolls out of the way. Curtis and Desolation both kip up to their feet, and the crowd applauds. Desolation scowls at Curtis and mockingly claps as well.

Tim: Can't Desolation give Curtis ANY respect?

The two tie up again, and Curtis takes Desolation into a headlock, running forward and turning the move into a bulldog. Desolation gets to his knees, and gets kicked in the face by Curtis Jack. Curtis drops a series of quick elbows on the midsection of Desolation before pulling him up, whipping him into the ropes and nailing him in the gut with a running knee. Desolation pulls himself up using the ropes, and Curtis Jack clotheslines him over the top. Desolation lands on his feet on the outside.

Tim: Desolation taking off more then he can chew with Curtis, eh? He underestimated the Son of M.... DAMMIT! Now I'M saying it!

Curtis bounces off the ropes and hits the mat with a baseball slide dropkick, Desolation sidesteps and pulls Curtis out of the ring. Desolation locks in a 3/4 Nelson and lifts Curtis into the air, nailing an overhead suplex varient on the outside. Desolation rolls through, bring Curtis back up, he shifts the grip to a waistlock, and executes a German suplex. He rolls through once again, shifting the grip even lower.

Tim: OH MY GOD!

Jerry: That's.... GEEZ! What was that an overhead suplex out of a wheelbarrow lift?

Tim: Desolation just about SPLATTERED Curtis Jack with that one!

Desolation breaks the hold and picks up Curtis, rolling him into the ring. Desolation grabs the leg of Curtis Jack and drags him into the middle of the ring. The Dark Man locks on a modified Dragon Sleeper, Curtis Jack seems to be out of it. The referee is checking Curtis for a response and gets none he lifts the arm. It falls.

Tim: Oh no! Fight it Curtis, fight out of it!

The referee raises one finger and then lifts the hand again. It falls.

Tim: That's twice, that damn Desolation, he must've knocked out Curtis Jack by using those DANGEROUS suplexes right on Curtis' sore neck on the outside. Those ring mats are almost no protection at all from the concrete floor!

The third lift. The referee shakes his it, it's over! He motions for the bell.

Tim: Did you see that Jerry? Desolation cheated his way to victory against Curtis Jack!

Jerry: That wasn't cheating, Tim. Curtis knew the risks involved in going to the outside.

Tim: Desolation moves on in the Livewire Title Tournament, it's begining to look like the of life as we know it in ULW!

Jerry: Stop being so melodramatic.

Tim: I can't help it, Curtis is my favorite wrestler.

Jerry: He's my second favorite wrestler.

Tim: Who's your first?

Jerry: Everyone else.

The show cuts to the backstage area where none other than Bruce Lomond is shown walking through the backstage parking lot, a gym bag over his shoulder with a dark wife beater on beneath that and blue jeans below. He seems very angry as he moves forward, steam almost shooting from his face it seems when a figure rushes up beside him.

Voice: Wait, wait!!

Bruce spins around as Tom Hammond rushes to his side, clutching a microphone and appearing winded. Lomond just continues forward now with Tom stepping along side him.

Tom: Bruce, I have to get a word with you concerning your huge lose just moments ago against Stinger X-2.

Lomond pauses in his tracks, he turns his almost chilling eyes towards Hammond, appearing ready to savagly rip him apart. He suddenly grabs Tom by the throat, choking him before he pulls him in close, so that they are eye to eye. Bruce Lomond takes deep disturbing breaths, in a deranged fashion.

Bruce: I didn't lose tonight, I was screwed over. You hear me, I was screwed over!! Psycho cost me everything, everything! That title was my life, and now it's been stripped from my clutches and given to somebody the likes of Stinger X-2. This is an injustice, something needs to be done! In fact, you know what, until that decision is reversed, and the Livewire title is given back to me, I'm not going to compete in the ring, I'm not going to to go out there and put my body on the line only for a travesty of such epic proportions to go unpunished! I'm through till I get back what belongs to me!!

Bruce throws Tom Hammond out of his way, the backstage commentator rubbing his throat in shock as Lomond strolls off, appearing furious.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

The show comes live to the backstage area where Too Magnificent is shown in the parking lot, marching back and forth and grabbing at his hair, appearing as if he's losing it with the tag title around his waist. He mumbles incoherantly to himself as the camera cuts back to ringside where Jerry and Tim are talking about the upcoming match.

Jerry: Next Tim, we got one hell of a battle between two men intent on getting a shot at the world title. Whoever is the owner. These guys really don’t care.

Tim: You gotta believe it. Both are coming off hellacious matches and cant be 100% but they are still both willing to go into another brutal match to prove that they have what it takes. Creeds gotta be pissed though. Who had the idea of putting Cruze in this match as the special referee?

Jerry: I’m sure Orlando will do nothing other than call it straight down the line.

Tim: Yeah and you’re wife doesn’t sleep around with the backstage staff

Jerry: Is that right?

Tim: Yep, I got pictures.

The arena lights dim and then go out totally. An air raid siren rings around the arena as the words Orlando Cruze appear on the video screen followed by pyros hitting the arena entrance. In the Shadows by the Rasmus blast over the pa system as Orlando strides through the curtain to a massive ovation. He rubs his referees hirt and gives a massive grin to the crowd. He walks down to the ring, high fiving several fans before rolling under the ringropes. He walks over to the furthest turnbuckle and climbs it, raising his fist in the air, just as another explosion hits the ring.

Jerry: Well theres Orlando and he looks very relaxed

Tim: Wouldn’t you be? He’s been given the ideal opportunity to screw Creed over. Just because Nathan won fair and square.

The camera zooms in on Orlando who leans back on the ring ropes, waiting for the first superstar to hit the ring. He doesn’t have to wait long as suddenly the lights dim down. A guitar riff can be heard as they lights flicker, the first few chords of 'Did My Time' by KoRn. Each time the drums kick in the lights flash on and off more erraticly, along with a few strobe effects. As the main tune starts the lights flash on and off at a reasonable pace, along with the strobes. The first words start to play as Nathan Creed appears from backstage. As he walks a Nathan Creed chant rocks the arena. Nathan shakes his head in surprise, not sure how to react.

Jerry: Huge reaction for Creed here tonight Tim. Quite surprising.

Tim: These fans respect Creed for the wrestler he is. After the two out of three falls match with Cruze, he’s elevated himself to an even higher level.

He walks down to the ring, focussed totally on it and in particular Cruze. He slides under the bottom rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, never taking his eyes from Orlando He raises both hands in the air, to a cheer from the crowd. Again a puzzled Nathan isn’t sure what to do. The camera pans to orlando who also looks unsure as to what is happening. Nathan climbs down and walks over to Orlando. Both men stand nose to nose. Half the crowd are shouting for Orlando, the other half for Creed.

Jerry: Oh no here we go. It looks like its all about to kick off.

Tim: Yep, yet again, Cruze is trying to steal the spotlight.

Neither man backs down to the other until Orlando lifts the chain and grabs hold of Creeds arm. Creed pulls it away and raises his fist. Orlando takes a step back and points to his shirt. He can be seen explaining that he needs to attach the chain to his wrist. Creed grudgingly obliges by holding out his hand. Suddenly the arena goes pitch black and a chorus of boos fills the arena. Creed turns to face the ramp way to await his opponent Sean Johnson

Tim: Here comes the Griffin.

Jerry: I’m getting goosebumps Tim. I cant wait to see these two go at it.

A countdown begins on the screen

3.….. Sounds of rolling thunder can be heard in the distance

2.……..

Suddenly and unexpectedly the lights come back on and Johnson is stood right behind Creed

Jerry: Creed, he’s behind you.

Tim: This aint a pantomime Jerry. Jesus do I have to work with amateurs.

The crowd shouts a warning to Creed, but he turns to late to dodge a massive opening hard right by Sean.

Tim: I’m sure I just saw one of Creeds teeth come out. He needs to be careful he aint got many left.

Creed backs into a corner whilst the Griffin rains down rights and left. Orlando gets in between them both and pushes Johnson back. Johnson raises his fist to clock Orlando but realises in time. Whilst this has been happening Creed has recovered and blindsides Griffin, grabbing him by the hips and planting him to the mat with a suplex.

Tim: See what I mean. The Griffin had the upper hand there was nothing wrong with what he was doing and Cruze had to interject himself in the match

Jerry: I think you’ll find that Orlando just wants to attach the chain to Johnson so he can officially start this match.

Orlando points at Creed to back off, allowing him enough time to attach the chain to Sean

Tim: This is it. Both men are connected by that steel chain. Finally we can get started.

Orlando points to the bell ringer who rings the bell to signify the beginning of this match

Johnson and Creed circle each other for moment. As if trying to figure out what the other is thinking. Or which tactic he is going to employ. Suddenly both men lock up in a test of strength. Both wrestlers jockey for position till finally Sean gets the upper hand and pushes Creed back into a corner. Orlando gets between them again and splits them up. As Orlando moves Johnson attacks but misses as Creed dodges out the way, only hitting the turnbuckle. Creed and Johnson lock up again but this time Creed powers out pushing Johnson to the floor. The crown erupts and the same Nathan Creed chant as earlier rocks the arena. Orlando points his figure at Creed and remonstrates with him for something which causes a section of the crowd to boo. Orlando hears this as does Creed who smiles cockily at Orlando. His smiles is quickly wiped off though as Johnson hits Creed at the back of the head with a drop kick that nearly causes Nathan to falls through the ring ropes and carry the lighter Johnson with him.

Jerry: Both these men need to keep an eye on what is going on in the ring.

Tim: Seems to me that Johnson may just be a little bit too clever for Creed.

Jerry: Well, he is our number one contender. That was until it was announced that Hellkat had a stipulation in her contract that gave her a rematch.

Tim: Hey, don’t forget the Network control things round here, they will sort it out.

Back in the arena Johnson picks Creed up and irish whips him into the turnbuckle, folowing him before the momentum takes him. He hits Creed full in the face with his fist before mounting the turnbuckle. As he hits Creed time and time again, instead of counting the blows the crowd boo every time, which makes Johnson even more angry until eventually he gets down and makes an obscene gesture to the crowd just as Creed slumps to the floor

Tim: Yeah, go Griffin. I tell you this guy more than anyone has impressed me in the ULW. This kids got what it takes to go to the very top.

Jerry: Doesn’t seem like the fans are too keen on him.

Tim: Yeah, like you need the fans.

Johnson climbs the turnbuckle again and looks down at the stricken Nathan Creed. Orlando begins a count on Johnson telling him to get down. Sean just sticks his middle finger up at Cruze and launches off the turnbuckle with an elbow drop which connects across Nathans throat

Tim: oooo that’s gotta hurt

Jerry: I got to admit. Johnson is putting on quite a show

Tim: And no one has really used the chain yet as a weapon

As if he hears what Tim says , Sean takes the slack in the chain and makes it into a kind of belt. He brings the chain down full force into the middle of Creeds back, the noise can be heard all around the arena followed by Creed howling with pain. As if that wasn’t enough Johnson brings the weapon down again into the small of Nathan s back. He then kneels on Creeds back and wraps the chain around Nathans neck.. Orlando begins a counts to try and gets the Griffin to release the hold.

Tim: Whats Cruze counting for. This is no DQ.

Jerry: Hes obviously concerned for his former friend.

Tim: Yeah right. That’s why he bashed Creed over the head with a chair at Nuclear Warfare.

Orlando realises that he cannot do anything but watch as Nathan begins to go a funny colour as the blood begins to leave his face. He begins to choke as he is unable to breathe from the pressure being placed on his throat. Creeds eyes begin to close. Orlando kneels on the mat and lifts Creed arm. It drops limply to the mat

Jerry: That’s one, this could all be over

Orlando raises it again, and again the arm falls

Tim: this is it

Orlando raises the arm for a third time and lets go…

Creed barely keep his hand of the mat, causing the crowd to erupt.

Jerry: Seems theres still some fight in Creed.

With a massive display of strength Creed gets up onto one knee, and with Sean on his back stands upright and backs into the turnbuckle at speed, causing Johnson to relinquish the hold. Sean realises that he needs to stay on top of Creed and runs at Creed at high speed trying to take Creeds head off with a clothesline but Creed sidesteps out the way. Sean , getting more and more irritated then charges once more, but yet again misses. The crowd begin to cheer but it is shortlived as Johnson fires a super kick which nearly takes Nathans head off.

Tim: Creed almost getting back into the match there, but Johnson just too quick for him

Jerry: C’mon, Creed was almost out cold

Tim: Yeah maybe so, but for me this match has been all Johnson. Creed hasn’t even been in it.

The commentator is interrupted by Phantoms music hitting over the PA system. Sean stands on the ring ropes, gesturing for Phantom to show himself. As the music continues to play, behind him Nathan Creed steadily gets to his feet and begins wrapping the chain around his fist. The music ends and Creed drops down to one knee, hiding his fist from Johnson. Johnson shakes his head, puzzled by what has happened and walks over to Creed. When Sean is close enough Creed stands and before the Griffin realises what is happening he is hit by an hard right, enforced by the steel chain. Johnsons body goes limp and he slumps to the floor. Creed almost falls on top of him for the cover

Tim: What a travesty, is Cruze even watching this match?

Jerry: No DQ…remember?

Tim shoots a look across at Jerry as the count begins

1...

2...

Thre..

Johnsons arm shoots up at the very last second. Creed jumps up and sticks three fingers in Orlando's face. Orlando sticks two back up and Creed, who pushes Orlando in the chest. Orlando looks down at his chest and pushes Creed back

Jerry: This is getting nasty.

Creed pushes Orlando once more and doesn’t see Johnson sneaking up behind him, Orlando pushes Creed once more, Johnson uses the momentum to roll Creed up

1...

2...

Kickout

Johnson still a little dazed rolls away but Creed gets to his feet and glares at Orlando

Tim: Look at that. Cruze tried to cost Creed the match again.

Creed walks over to Johnson and starts laying the boots into Johnsons ribs. Johnson tries to cover up but cannot stop every blow. Creed is like a madman and he keeps stomping down on Sean. He picks Sean up by the scruff of the neck and then scoops him up into the eye of the hurricane, the noise heard around the arena as Johnson crashes into the mat

Jerry: Total Domination…Total Domination.

Creed grabs the leg and covers

1..

2..

Thr….

Johnson kicks out once more. The crowd boos as Nathan punches the mat in frustration. He picks him up and hit’s a german suplex, rolling in one movement and hitting another, followed by another, and then one more for good measure. But instead of going for the cover he drags Johnsons lifeless body across to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He makes a sign to the crowd before going for a moonsault…and missing.

Jerry: High risk by Creed there.

Tim: Should stick to what he knows if you ask me.

Jerry: I didn’t.

Orlando looks at both men but doesn’t begin a count

Tim: Orlando doesn’t want to count either of these men out. He knows it would be a bullshit way to end. At least he has a bit of a clue what he’s doing.

Both men stagger to their feet and make their way to each other, both men gasping for breathe and on their last legs. From out of nowhere though Johnson grabs Creed and hits the Hurricane Johnson

Tim: Theres the end Jerry. There aint no way Creeds getting up after that. This is over.

But to the surprise of the crowd Johnson doesn’t even go for a cover, choosing instead to disconnect the chain from his wrist.

Jerry: Now whats he up to?

Johnson then proceeds to takes the chain off Creeds wrist too and then lays the chain in a pile in the centre of the ring. Orlando looks to the crowd and shrugs his shoulders, unsure of what he can do except just let this match continue. Johnson drags Creed over to near the chain and picks him up to his knees and positions Creed for the Commotion Clause.

Tim: He’s going to drive Creeds head into that chain is what he’s going to do.

Johnson makes the sign but with a sudden surge of strength Creed stands and flips Johnson over his head and one one fluid movement drops the elbow on Seans chest. Quick as a flash Creed jumps to his feet and drags Johnson to his and DDT’s Johnson onto the chains. As Sean rolls over a trickle of crimson begins to flow down his forehead. Creed drops to his knees and begins punching the wounds causing it to flows even moreso. He stands up and raises his arms to the crowd.

Jerry: This is it Tim, its time for the Courtesy Call.

Creed locks in the Courtesy call and almost straight away Johnson begins howling with pain. Johnson tries to makes a move towards the ropes but Creed drags him back to the middle. Orlando checks to see if Johnson wants to give up but Johnson once more moves towards the ropes, steadily edging closer and closer till finally he gets there. Orlando signals for Creed to let go of the hold but Creed shakes his head and once more drags Sean to the centre. Orlando begins to count Creed but Creed still refuses to release even though Sean made it to the ropes. Orlando gets to five and drops to his knees and prises Creed away, just as Sean taps out. Creed jumps up, thinking he has won, but Orlando shakes his head and points to the ropes. Creed looks furious

Tim: I told you. Creed had this match won and Cruze has screwed him over.

Behind Creed, Johnson gets to his feet and begins to wrap the chain around his arm, and then gingerly climbs the turnbuckle till he reaches the top. Orlando points behind Creed but he refuses to turn around, thinking it all to be a trick. Orlando shrugs his shoulders, but Creeds curiosity gets the better of him and he turns, to be met by a massive flying clothesline which nearly takes Nathans head off, but worse than that busts him clean open.

Tim: High risk move by The Griffin there but it pays off, this match is over.

Johnson steadily crawls over to Creed who is lying a bloody mess in the centre of the ring. He collapses next to Creed and puts his arm over Nathan. Orlando goes for the count

1.….

Tim: I bet Cruze is loving this.

2.….

Jerry: C’mon Creed kick out.

Thre…..

Nathan amazingly raises his arm from the canvas just before Orlando's hand hits for the three count. The crowd erupts as The Griffin and Orlando look at each other in amazement. Griffins look changes to one of annoyance as he begins to shout at Cruze, before pushing him backwards and almost out the ring. Cruze holds his hands up so Johnson turns, picking up the decimated Nathan Creed. Sean taunts the crowd before positioning Creed once more for the Commotion Clause. He takes one look at Orlando before hitting the awesome move to the disbelief of the crowd.

Tim: That’s it…Game over

Johnson covers the fallen Creed and Orlando begins to count.

1.…

2.…

At three Orlando stands up with a massive grin on his face. Refusing to count the three and point at his jersey, making Sean remember that he’d put his hands on the match referee.

Tim: And now he’s screwing Johnson. What is it with this guy?

Jerry: You don’t put your hands on a ULW official. I think Orlando is just proving that point.

Johnson turns back to Creed who isn’t even moving, he smiles to the crowd before grabbing Creeds legs and locking in the Courtesy Call.

Tim: Now that’s just arrogance. He’s gonna beat Creed with his own move.

Nathans face contorts into a grimace as he edges over towards the ropes. He crawls and clambers, the crowd willing him on till eventually and to the relief of the crowd he makes it. Johnson kicks out at the ropes in frustration. Creed tries to get to his feet by using the turnbuckle. Everytime Creed nearly makes it though, Sean kicks his legs sending him crashing to the floor once more.

Jerry: Creeds legs are finished. Theres no way he can win this match now.

Suddenly with one final act of desperation Creed spins Johnson round and starts pummelling him over and over. Johnson tries to cover up but cannot cope with the onslaught. Creed scoops up his opponent and body slams him to the canvas. The crowd tires to rally Creed, shouting his name over and over. Creed summons up on last ounce of strength and climbs the turnbuckle

Jerry: We’ve seen this move before Tim.

Creed reaches the top and measures his opponent before launching from the turnbuckle with a leg drop… but Sean sees it coming and moves out the way leaving Creed to hit only canvas. Sean kicks up to his feet, adrenaline flowing through his body. He grabs Creed by the air and readies himself for the Commotion Clause. The crowd gasps as it hits it perfectly, before covering Creed.

1.…

2.…

Thre…..

Kickout!!!

Jerry: My god, he’s kicked out again. How does Creed keep doing this.

Orlando shakes his head at the brutal beating that Creed is getting. Johnson, his face full of fury fetches the chain and positions it in the centre of the ring. Then picks Creed up and positions him again for the devastating finisher

Jerry: He went for this before. Can he hit it this time?

Sean hit’s the Clause perfectly onto the chains and covers up Creed, imploring Orlando to count

1.…

2.…

Orlando and Seans eyes meet and it looks like Orlando is going to stop the count but finally his hands hit’s the canvas

3!!!!

Jerry: Nooo, I don’t believe it. Johnson has beaten Creed.

Sean jumps up and celebrates as the arena is filled with a chorus of boos. Sean isn’t bothered though as he slides through the ropes and up the ramp way with the chain in his hand. As he reaches the top he holds the chain aloft, causing the crowd to boo even more before leaving via the curtain. Back in the ring Orlando shakes his head before also leaving up the ramp and through the curtain. Creed gets to his feet and leans on the ropes. The crowd cheer his name but it makes no difference to the disappointed Creed. He slides under the ropes and proceeds up the ramp looking very dejected

Jerry: There goes an unhappy ULW superstar

Tim: Wouldn’t you be if you’d just had your ass handed to you.

Jerry: He was so unlucky, it could have gone either way.

As Creed reaches the top of the ramp, the lights fade out leaving the arena in almost total darkness

Jerry: Now whats going on?

The lights come back on and Creed is fallen at the top of the ramp and out cold. Stood over him is Johnson who must have attacked Creed in the darkness. Johnson wraps the chain around Nathans neck and then picks him up, standing him over the ramps edge. Then with the other end of the chain in his hands he super kicks Creed over the ropes and then pulls on the chain, hanging Nathan in mid air.

Jerry: My god Tim, Johnson is going to finish Creed right here. Some one stop him before he does Creed some serious damage.

Tim: Why don’t you go? Oh yeah I remember you’re a chicken shit. What strength by Sean though.

The camera pans in on Nathans face as he struggles to get out of the chain but to no avail

Jerry: look at Johnson he’s enjoying this.Tim: Cause he is, I would be too.

Jerry: Its all over for Creed, look at the colour of his face. He cant have much air left.

Suddenly the crowd erupts as Orlando Cruze comes flying through the curtain. Johnson turns seeing this and releases the chain, allowing Creed to fall to the arena floor.

Jerry: That’s got to hurt, but not as much as hanging from that chain.

Johnson runs down the ramp and jumps over the railings and escapes through the crowd to boos and jeers from the crowd in attendance. Orlando gives chase so far but lets him go, instead walking down the side of the ramp and over to where Creed is laid. He stands over him before walking away and then up the ramp way. He stands at the top of the ramp as his music hits.

Jerry: Orlando makes the save and a good thing too. I really believe that Johnson was out to do some serious damage here tonight. Orlando didn’t have to come out here after the problems Creed has given him over the past few weeks.

By now Nathan is on his feet and has made his way round the side of the ramp and steadily, but surely makes his way up towards Cruze. Cruze keeps his eye on his former friend and they stare each other down until Creed is barely a couple of feet away. Cruze takes one last look before turning to leave through the curtain, but he is stopped by an arm tugging him back.

Tim: Here we go, here comes War of the World part two.

Orlando spins round and raises his fist but is surprised to see Creed smiling. A puzzled look forms over Orlandos face. Creed rubs his neck and then points to where he was hanging and then nods his head. He then offers his hand to Cruze.

Jerry: I don’t believe it…whats Creed up to?

Tim: Cruze grabs his hand and gets his clock knocked off. Its obvious.

The crowd begins to chant both their names as if telling Cruze to take Creeds hand. Orlando looks one way, and then the other before taking Creeds hand and shaking it. The crowd erupts as both men shake hands, nodding at each other in a mark of respect.

Jerry: Yes, at last They have put an end to their differences.

Tim: Sickening aint it?

Orlando lets go and points to the crowd, motioning for Creed to take in the moment He then turns and leaves through the curtain. Nathan turns to the arena and raises his arms which gets an huge cheer. His music kicks in and he waves to the fans all of them standing and showing their support before the show fades to black.