(The sound of a bell echoing in the background can be heard as a picture flashes on screen with every dong…
…Frost is seen covered in blood after losing to Kingdom…
…The picture disappears and re-appears with Frost being attacked by mobs backstage…
…That picture disappears and Monica is seen sitting in her car the cell to her ear as the dongs of the bell finally end…
“Monica…I know who put a bounty on Daemon Frosts head!”
Flashback
Rosa Lee:
Well if it isn’t Daemon Frost…
Sean Johnson:
There is a bounty on your head mate….
(Daemon just looks surprised to hear this as the three men rush him.)
Last Week
Monica:
Who is it?
“I cannot tell you now…Meet me at the beginning of next weeks show…Ill tell you there…”
(Frost suddenly jumps in the car.)
Frost:
Who’s on the phone?
(Monica then closes it and looks at Daemon.)
Monica:
An informant!
(Suddenly Dread Rock by Oakenfold hits the speakers and the scene fades as the car drives away and up the ramp out of sight, the shots of Daemon in the ring fighting off the mob and his opponents can be seen including his flight over the ropes onto 12 of them last week. Sean Johnson and Rosa Lee are also seen being foiled before the music suddenly dies down and a tired Daemon is seen staring across at an equally tired Lady Lust.)
Daemon:
WHO PUT A BOUNTY ON MY HEAD?
(Lust just smiles as the humming of a choir can be heard in the background, suddenly a smile hits her face as she leaves only for Daemon to be attacked by more men backstage…Suddenly the Music dies down a little and the club tune fits perfectly with the repeated words from the phone call.)
“I know who put a bounty on Daemon’s head”
(The scene of a hurt Daemon Frost is then seen as the shot slowly fades to black.
Suddenly when everyone expects the beginning of the show the music of Velvet Revolver suddenly kicks in and “Set me Free” hits with the opening picture being of Hurse holding Daemon in the Legend Lock a smile on his face before letting go having won the match and heading up the ramp with Ingo.)
Hurse:
You’re looking at the new World champion!!
(Hurse is seen hitting Daemon Frost with a big spinebuster before attacking Kingdom before noticing the cracks in the glass roof, the clips then skip to the roof of the glass chamber falling in and Kingdom getting the three count after bouncing off the ropes onto the body of Daemon Frost as the un-shown clip of Hurse at the top of the ramp smiling can be seen.)
Hurse:
I am not in Kingdoms shadow…I never was…
(The clips change to last week with Hammond explaining the contract signing, and Hurse signing the form before turning right into a spear from Kingdom followed by mass punches and the first retaliation from the World Heavyweight Champion Johnny Kingdom before he holds the title aloft over Hurse, the screen then goes split screen to later that night when Hurse took out Kingdom and held the title above HIS head…the song ends with the two men holding the title aloft, just one more week until the Pay Per View to decide who is the true World Champion.)
FUF Live from the Osaka Dome, Osaka, Japan
(Break stuff hits and the fans go wild as the opening credits of FUF strike the screens once again before cutting to the arena area to a huge explosion of multi coloured pyro and explosives that shake the arena into pure excitement as the full house Osaka dome jumps to there feet to welcome the beginning of yet another great FUF event, more fireworks explode as Break Stuff plays on the speakers, the cameras then pan across the cheering fans, there signs reading different things before finally the voice of Jerry Walters is heard over the pictures.)
Jerry Walters:
Ladies and Gentleman, WELCOME To ULW FUF and what a night of excitement its
going to be with a double main event just one week before the first ever interactive
Pay Per View, ULW New Beginnings!
Tim May:
Yes and tonight Chris Cortez puts to flames the first chances of a SCW victory
when he takes on Acid Burn and I am telling you right now Jerry, if Acid burn
looks like winning tonight against Cortez then ill be up on my feet and in that
ring to stop him!
Jerry Walters:
You?? Really?? You would take on a man recognized as a SCW legend and great
athlete a man good enough to place in the top 6 of the federations team? You
would face that head on.
Tim May:
……….
Jerry Walters:
Tim?
Tim May:
If Acid Burn looks like Winning Jerry, I am telling you ill be up on my feet,
in that ring and ill be making sure myself that he does not win….At least
in mind anyway!
Jerry Walters:
Thought so! But with such a huge end to the night, don’t forget about
the triple threat tag match, Hellkat & Kingdom, two people who hate each
other, despise each other, taking on the Flock, Ash and Angela against the contenders
for the tag team titles…Chastity and Kathy Smith of the Glamour Girls.
What a huge match!!!
Tim May:
Yeah but how fixed is it!!! I mean come on, The Glamour Girls and Kingdom/Hellkat
are so going to make sure Flock are eliminated, or at least try it…I think
this was bad booking, was probably Lethal Weapon’s fault as well!
(Suddenly Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems hits the speakers and the fans boo loudly as Conrad Gray’s highlight reel hits the triple screen suddenly from the back the CEO appears and along either side is his associates Lady Lust and Marshall Wright, the three of them look at the fans for a second before walking down the ramp, Lust jumps on the apron and holds the ropes open for Conrad and Marshall as the two men step in followed by Lust who just takes position at the rear of the ring while Marshall stands beside Conrad who now has a mic, a briefcase in hand.)
Conrad:
Now last week I made a deal with a kind of person I would normally not do business
with, I made a deal with the kind of person who would join a group like the
Flock…I made a Deal with ASH…
(More boos echo out as Conrad looks around the fans.)
Conrad:
That deal was that if he eliminated Lethal Weapon before my match with him at
New Beginnings then I would give him the biggest reward a man could wish for,
the best surprise a man could wish for…I offered him a shot at the World
Heavyweight Champion of the ULW…Whether that be Johnny Kingdom…Or
whether that be Hurse…
So right here in Marshall’s briefcase we have a contract that states Ash Fierro WILL compete at New Beginnings in a match to test his ability as a champion, that will test his worth as a top name in this sport….You see right here Ash, we have a contract for you to wrestle anyone you can convince to sign there name on the piece of paper, anyone at all.
Piddle…Plop…Kailey Worf, even Tom Hammond…Ash, we need to see you on the big stage if you want a title shot at Valentines evil and you know what you need to do regarding the other part of the arrangement.
I mean people, can you really see me fighting Weapon, a multi time champion and I didn’t even do anything wrong?? It should be Shannon Skanes Weapon is fighting not me, I didn’t hit him with a chair last week and I have not plagued him since he returned here, in fact I didn’t say a word to him last week.
(Suddenly the lights dim and a smiling Ash can be seen on the titantron causing the boos to elevate around the fans, he looks down at the floor then back up into the camera before speaking.)
Ash:
Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt you Mr. Gray but the guy you don’t normally
wish to do business with thought as this show was now Flocked up Friday and
in turn OUR show he would speak and let the fans know just what he was capable
off, in fact, I decided to go one step further then that Conrad…And I
have decided to SHOW the world what I am capable off.
(Suddenly the camera’s pan down and on the ground his head bleeding is Lethal Weapon laying out cold on the concrete floor causing the boos to heighten to shattering heights. The camera then moves back onto Ash who is smiling wider now as is Conrad in the ring.)
Ash:
All by myself Conrad, I done it all by myself and I have earned the right to
my title shot at Valentines Evil and you know it, Lethal Weapon is out of the
picture once…And for all…
(The screen goes black and the fans are booing as Conrad turns to Lust and Marshall nodding his head approvingly before raising the mic back to his mouth.)
Conrad:
Well that has made my day GREAT…So you know what we are going to do to
celebrate this? We are going to sit backstage, drink champagne and live the
high life because next week, there will be NO Lethal Weapon Vs Conrad Match
and that ladies and gentleman is just fact!
(The sound of Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problems hits again as Conrad leaves the ring followed closely by Marshall Wright his PA and Lady Lust his bodyguard, he mockingly waves the fans and smiles wide the worry no longer on his shoulders as the scene goes to commercial.)
Commercial

Back From Commercial
Jerry Walters:
I am shocked Tim, Lethal Weapon is out cold, he is meant to be meeting Daemon
Frost as well and more importantly how the hell can he fight Conrad at New Beginnings
now, the damn Flock are ruining everything!
Tim May:
No they are not, they are saving Conrad an easy night in the ring and doing
the fans a favour from seeing that one dimensional idiot Lethal Weapon back
in a ULW ring!
Jerry Walters:
I think you are wrong Tim! Lethal should be out here, he should be revealing
who the bastard is that has caused half the havoc backstage and has had half
the Japanese public out to get Daemon for that $100,000!
Tim May:
But he is not, awww, what a shame!
Silencer Vs Bullseye
Walters-Now we’re all getting ready for the match between Bullseye and Silencer, with implications on the ULW Television title match at New Beginnings.
May-Why? Bullseye isn’t in it? It’s Silencer vs. Angelo.
Walters-Yeah, but Bullseye knows how to deal out punishment when he needs to. He’s a multiple time hardcore champion, so you would have to imagine Silencer will want to end this thing quickly and save his strength for New Beginnings. And besides, you can’t deny that with the effort Bullseye’s been putting out lately it could be him challenging for that title soon.
May-I suppose you have a point.
The 'tron flickers to life, with the words "Silence Me" As the lights suddenly blackout. A fire is lit underneath the ramp, as the cameras switch to black and white. "Shadow Realm" by Seraphim Shock suddenly starts to play, a man who is hiding his face, by means of facepaint steps out where he is visible. He raises a skull tipped staff, which is located in his right hand, and everything turns to black once more. In pure darkness, he walks to the ring. At the bottom of the ramp, he raises his staff once more, quicker this time, and the fire under the rampway starts up again. He takes off his long coat, and sets it on the stairs, then he removes his finger jewelry and the television title, and does the same. He climbs up the steps, and sets his staff, and top hat, ever so carefully near the turnbuckle. Then, he climbs into the ring, head lowered; awaiting for the match to begin.
Walters-And there’s Silencer, apparently as ready to get started with this match as he ever is.
May-It’s tough to tell whether he even cares about this with the way he’s always so moody. But I’ll bet you he’ll care about the match at the PPV, especially with some of those stipulations he could be getting stuck in. Where’s the voting at right now?
Walters-Well, let’s check.
A bar graph appears on the screen, showing the three possible stipulations. Right now, it appears that “Wear Embarrassing Costumes for a Month” has a big lead, with “Wear a dress in the next match” trailing behind. Behind the overlay, the arena lights dim, the riff begins, as flames appear on the Irish Flag. Fans begin to chant "Bullseye", a loud explosion is heard, as smoke pours across the stage floor. The music begins. Bullseye enters the arena, dressed in his ring gear, he raises his hands, the pyro’s shoot up. As he approaches the ring, he signals, the fans and salutes the cameras watching, with two middle fingers. The fans laugh and cheer louder, for the Dublin star, he stands, prepared in the ring, listening to the fans, singing to his music.
May-Haaha. I’ve already got some wardrobe ideas for Silencer’s next month of competition. There’s a costume shop I know that has all sorts of chicken outfits and French Maid dresses. It’ll be great!
Walters-That’s assuming of course that Silencer is going to lose, which is a big assumption to be sure.
In the ring the bell sounds, and the two competitors turn to face each other. Like a shot, Bullseye charges, trying to pick up the pace right from the word go. He throws a lariat at Silencer, who ducks at the last second after recovering from his surprise. He launches a spinning martial arts style kick at Bullseye’s retreating form, but the Irish Assassin simply ducks it before spinning to face his opponent. The two exchange blows, Bullseye favoring the punches while Silencer sticks to kicks and chops. Amazingly, the two athletes either block or roll with each of the attacks sent his way, so when after a moments exchange the two quickstep backwards neither seems the worse for wear. The sold out crowd pops at the pugilistic display as Bullseye nods respectfully to his opponent, with Silencer tipping the imaginary hat to him as well.
Walters-What a quick start there by the two competitors, with neither really gaining an advantage.
May-Hold the phone, look who’s come to join us. It’s Gerard Angelo!
Walters-Oh great, just what we needed.
Angelo-How’s it going fellas. Just thought I’d come out here and lend a hand.
May-It’s great to have you, Gerry! Make some room, Walters, this is a future TV champion we’re talking about here.
Silencer and Bullseye carry on with the match, unaware of Angelo’s appearance and focused on their opponent. Silencer tosses a few experimental kicks Bullseye’s way, more feinting and looking for a weakness then trying to do any actual damage. Suddenly, however, Bullseye lunges to try and grab Silencer for a tie-up. Silencer sees it coming, however, and quickly drops and sweeps Bullseye’s legs out form under him. Bullseye flies face first into the mat, and Silencer uses his momentum to carry him around and connect with a quick kick to the face of his opponent. Bullseye rolls away, guarding his now injured face, as Silencer pops back up and dashes for the ropes, looking to come back and hit a spinning wheel kick. Bullseye counters by simply grabbing hold of Silencer’s leg and torso, launching him overhead in a capture suplex that sends both men slamming to the mat.
Walters-Great counter by Bullseye there. If he’s going to win this thing, he’ll need big maneuvers like that to keep Silencer grounded and eliminate his speed advantage.
Angelo-You know, that’s exactly what I was planning on doing. But then I remembered how much of a joke Silencer is and figured I’ll probably just go out their and destroy him like I do to everyone else.
Walters-Like you destroyed Hellkat last week?
May-I’m surprised at you, Jerry. This is Gerard Angelo. You should use more respect!
Angelo-I’m not above beating the crap out of you, Walters.
Walters-From where I’m sitting there’s not a whole lot that you are above, Angelo.
Bullseye rolls back to his feet, looking to press his momentum advantage against Silencer. The latter tries belatedly to regain his bearings, but a quick knee drop to the head stalls out any efforts he may have made towards that end. Bullseye then grabs a fistful of Silencer’s hair, wrenching him to his feet and setting him up for whatever maneuver Bullseye pulls next. He quickly shoots Silencer across the ring, looking to bounce off the ropes and meet him with a huge clothesline, but Silencer proceeds to duck the attempt, stopping and waiting for Bullseye’s return charge and sending him flying with a monkey flip. Bullseye smacks hard into the canvas before rolling to his feet and backing painfully into the corner, trying to catch his wind. Silencer however gives him no room, charging in and snatching one of Bullseye’s arms before charging up the ropes and dropping to deliver a vicious arm drag.
Walters-Ultimate Arm Drag! Silencer is really taking control here.
May-You can do that move, can’t you Gerard?
Angelo-Sure, but I always thought it was a little too basic for me, you know. I just sort of fazed it out of my repertoire.
May-I knew it.
Silencer ducks down in the corner, signaling that he’s looking for A Twisted Mind. As Bullseye staggers to his feet, Silencer flies out and launches the superkick, but Bullseye counters, sidestepping and grabbing Silencer’s exposed torso before hoisting him into the air to a Jackhammer position by sheer strength alone. The flash bulbs in the arena all pop simultaneously as Bullseye slams Silencer to the mat, delivering the Sinister Urge and hooking Silencer’s leg for the cover!
Walters-What a maneuver, this could be it! One…Two…Three!!! That’s it it’s over. Bullseye wins!
Angelo-God, Silencer is such a loser. He didn’t even make it thirty seconds into this thing.
The ref gets ready to raise Bullseye’s hand, but stops as he sees Silencer’s feet on the ropes. He suddenly shouts that the match is continuing, despite Bullseye’s shouted confusion.
May-What the hell is the ref doing? He counted the fall, the match is over.
Walters-He’s reversing the decision, ruling that the match will continue because Silencer had enough resilience to get his feet on the ropes.
Angelo-Whatever, Bullseye must just have been too dumb to pin him in the middle of the ring.
Bullseye still can’t believe it, but turns around to resume his offense on Silencer. Quickly, he pulls him back to his feet, reaching down to haul Silencer in the air and deliver a backbreaker over his knee. He holds on, however, pressing down on his chin and knees and converting the maneuver into a torture rack submission hold. Silencer hollers in pain as Bullseye keeps it locked in.
Walters-What strength by Bullseye. He’s not an overly large individual, but he can power wrestle with the best of them.
Angelo-Yeah, well, remember this is the guy who pinned Silencer by the ropes. He’s still not that great. At least, not as great as me, anyways.
Silencer is trying to muster the power to escape Bullseye’s grasp, but the Irish Assassin has the move locked in too tightly. Silencer reaches like he’s going to tap out!
Walters-Not many share that opinion with you, Mr. Angelo. There are quite a few people in the arena tonight who probably think someone like Bullseye deserves the shot you’re getting at the Television Title next week more than a newcomer like you does.
Angelo-Well, I’m the one that’s got it, and he’s the one who’s going to be stuck at home watching me win.
Silencer seems ready to give it up, but he quickly clenches his hand into a fist and reaches up to punch Bullseye right between the eyes, repeatedly. Bullseye lets go to try and protect himself, which gives Silencer the time he needs to roll off of Bullseye’s knee and escape the hold. The Irish Assassin staggers for a second, his eye obviously damaged by the unexpected blow, before angrily stomping towards where Silencer is trying to crawl to his feet. Bullseye stoops and tries to pull Silencer up, but is surprised to find his opponent hopping to his feet on his own! Silencer launches a few punches into the face of Bullseye before leaping into the air and wrapping his legs around his head, connecting with a standing hurricanrana!
Walters-What a leap! Silencer just hit a hurricanrana on a 6’5” man from a standing position!
May-Big deal. You can do that, right Gerard?
Angelo-Er..uh..I mean yeah, sure. No sweat.
The fans eagerly cheer Silencer on as he reaches his feet, a determined look in his eyes. He sprints for the opposite ropes, bouncing back into a handstand on his return before spinning and landing a leg drop on Bullseye’s downed form. Bullseye twitches spasmodically from the vicious impact as the fans continue to go wild. Silencer charges over Bullseye’s prone form, springboarding off of the nearby ropes and looking for an Asai Moonsault. Bullseye recovers enough to roll out of the way towards the ropes, but Silencer has enough presence of mind to twist in the air and land on his feet. Bullseye pops up from his knees, throwing a huge clothesline, but Silencer ducks it, planting a boot in The Irish Assassin’s gut as he spins and connecting with…BREAK THE SILENCE!!! BULLSEYE IS DOWN!!! The ref drops for the count, one…two…three!!! The bell rings for the second time and Silencer pops to his feet, fist raised in victory. But suddenly, the ref stops him, pointing at Bullseye’s hand clinging to the ropes!
Walters-Oh my god! I’ve never seen anything like this! Two pinfalls in the same match overturned after the three count. Even unconscious Bullseye had presence of mind to grab the ropes, and this spectacular match up is going to continue!!!
Angelo-Oh for the love of…would someone just win already!
Walters-Sorry Gerry, but unlike you and your Flock companions, Bullseye and Silencer both want to win this thing fair and square.
Angelo-Well, we’ll see about that.
The sound of a set of headphones being tossed off can be heard as Silencer looks on in disbelief at Bullseye. Both men are soaked with perspiration from the exertion. Most of Silencer’s face paint has been wiped off onto both competitors’ hands and clothing. Silencer steps back respectfully to give Bullseye a second to recover, leaning on the ring ropes to catch his own breath. The ref leans down to check on the now stirring Bullseye, but unfortunately this means he doesn’t see Gerard Angelo creep up behind Silencer, swinging with a steel chair and connecting with the flat of Silencer’s back. The crack is heard through the arena as Silencer staggers forward a step and slumps to the mat. Bullseye regains his feet and shouts over the ropes at Gerard, who points for him to cover Silencer. Bullseye however has other ideas, rolling under the ropes to confront Angelo head on. Angelo simply shrugs before reaching back and slapping the Irish Assassin in the head with the chair as well! The referee calls for the bell as the fans boo the interruption of this fine match up.
Walters-Damn Gerard Angelo! Damn him to hell for ruining this thing! After all that effort, how could he make a match like this end in a double DQ! Who the hell does he think he is!!!
Gerard shouts something that sounds like “Stupid bastard” down at Bullseye and stops to taunt him. This lasts for all of a second before he goes staggering away from the ring under the impact of a baseball slide from Silencer! He manages not to go down, and quickly retreats up the ramp as Silencer comes out to confront him. Angelo backs away, making the “title belt” motions over his waste and shouting down at Silencer, who stops to protect the downed Bullseye from anymore trouble. Silencer almost seems to ignore Angelo’s comments, simply answering them with an eerie, confident smile which only serves to infuriate Angelo further, who flashes the middle finger at the TV champ before turning to head through the curtains to the back. Silencer stoops over and helps Bullseye to his feet, and the two make their way up the ramp to a standing ovation from the crowd. At the top, Bullseye stops for a second and pulls away from Silencer’s grasp, the latter looking on in confusion until Bullseye lifts Silencer’s arm in the air, pointing at him and nodding in respect as the crowd cheers even louder.
Walters-Now that’s sportsmanship there. If only the world was more like those two and less like the Flock, maybe the ULW would be a better damned place to live and work in.
May-Oh please. This is so sweet it’s sickening. Get them to the back before they give me diabetes.
Backstage
(The scene opens with Daemon arriving in the arena, he has his bag over his shoulder and seems relived to find the lobby empty of wrestlers and staff, he sees in the distance the door of Lethal Weapon and looks around carefully as he approaches it before placing his hand over the door knob and slowly opening it before looking in to find it empty, just then though a hand grabs his shoulder and Daemon spins around to see Monica standing behind him.)
Daemon:
What the hell are you doing??
Monica:
Coming with you…
Daemon:
What? Why the fuck are you coming with me?
Monica:
Just in case this is a trick.
Daemon:
So you don’t even know if he was telling the truth!?!
(Daemon glares back in the room before entering and noticing that Weapons bag was on the sofa but he was nowhere to be seen.)
Daemon:
Ok…So where is he?
Monica:
I am sure he will be back in a minute, either way nobody will expect you to
be here so we are safer just sitting in here for him then we are looking for
your locker room.
(Daemon just nods and pus his bag down as Monica closes the door triggering another backstage scene.)
Also Backstage
Shane Leonard is in a back corridor, already suited up in his ring attire and sporting a large black knee brace on his left leg. He shadow boxes with the air, his physique still looking cut as if he hadn’t missed any time at all, but stops as he sees a skinny man and a fat man come up to him. They smile meekly and wave. Leonard smiles back.
Leonard-So, you two are a couple of fans, huh? I bet you’d like an autograph.
The smaller man’s eyes widen in surprise as the fat man claps his hands gleefully.
Fat Guy-Oh yesh, we would like an autograph very much!
Leonard smiles and turns his head, the accent almost sounding familiar, but he reaches into his bag and pulls out a publicity still and a marker. He starts to write.
Leonard-Ok, so who should I make it out too?
Fat Guy-Piddle and Plop!!
Leonard’s eyes widen in surprise as he looks up, finally recognizing where he knows these two from. For a minute he looks around in all directions.
Leonard-What the hell is this, some kind of trap?
Plop-Nopes. We’re just huge fans of yours, Mr. Leonard.
Piddle nods enthusiastically. Leonard’s eyes narrow in suspicion, but finally the sly smile comes back onto his face.
Leonard-You just want an autograph?
Plop-Yesh.
Leonard’s smile gets even wider. He goes back to writing, finally signing his name with a flourish and hands it to Plop.
Leonard-There you go, guys.
Plop-Oh thanks very much, Mr. Leonard! You’re really a great guy, no matter what Conrad says.
Leonard-You’re very welcome. I’ll see you both in the ring later.
Plop-You gots it, Mr. Leonard.
The two turn and depart, both gleefully crowding over the picture. Leonard just smiles and shakes his head before going back to warming up.
Piddle, Plop & Hurse Vs Shane Leonard
(Suddenly Baggy Trousers by Madness hits the speakers and the fans are on there feet cheering as the highlight reel of Piddle and Plop hits the triple screen, the two men walk out and wave at the crowd who just wave back before walking back to the rampway and heading down it before getting in the ring clumsily and climbing the turnbuckles again, Plop doing it just about and once more waving at the fans as finally there music ends and the two men prepare for there match.)
Jerry Walters:
Look at these two, they are living a dream coming out here being the superstars
they have dreamed to be. Since may last year they have been doing shadow events
and finally they have there shot at the big time
Tim May:
I just want to see them fuck up and cry back up the ramp!
Jerry Walters:
How kind you are!
(The arena lights dim, the fans seated in quiet anticipation, over viewing both the ring and the entry way, growing anxious to see more competition. Finally, like an answer to their prayers, the opening lyrics of ‘Breaking the Habit’ by Linkin Park descend upon them. They turn towards one another in disgust, vocally describing their hatred for the man about to enter their sights. They divert their attention back to the stage where Hurse now strides out upon, his arms outstretched to his sides with his head buried beneath the hood of a sleeveless trench coat. The upper portion of his face is shadowed by the dark red clothing, the bottom half nearly dragging upon the stage. A giant H is printed upon the back in a black hue, surrounded by a flaming sun pattern. He starts down the ramp at a slow, brisk pace, moving with a great deal of arrogance in the direction of the ring. The fans bombard him with a variety of chants, the majority of those being of a purely disgusting manner which merely fuel him. His confidence is overwhelming as he strolls up the steel stairs slowly, a pear of golden tights coming into view beneath his hooded coat. The letter H is posted upon both of the legs of his tights, highlighted by a dragon pattern which wraps around them. He pulls his hood back and stares out over the fans at the many flashing lights, listening to the crowd broadcast their utter distain over his presence while he slides the trench coat off of his upper body, revealing a thing of dark bands clinging to his wrist. He tosses it aside and then slides through the ropes into the ring, strolling to it's center with his eyes aimed upwards at the heavens, his arms extended outward to his sides, finally pausing as he prepares for in ring action, he looks at the smiling Piddle and Plop who are still excited and just shakes his head angrily.)
Jerry Walters:
Seems Hurse is not happy teaming with his tag team partners!
Tim May:
He is on his way to becoming World Champion Jerry, I wouldn’t be happy
to team with them if I was in his position, I would want to be in that main
event kicking SCW arse!
Jerry Walters:
Nonetheless, he was put here for a reason and we all know what that reason was…Hurse
was the man who took Shane Leonard and put him on the shelf for nearly half
a year…Conrad wants him to do it again!
(Mohammad Ali's voice rings throughout the arena, shouting "I must be the greatest!" as Jay-Z's Big Pimpin' begins to play out of the speakers. Green Spotlights pan throughout the arena as the fans leap to their feet, cheering for the figure emerging through the curtain. Shane Leonard makes his way down the entrance ramp, wearing a leopard print rope and walking with his usual black cane, a pair of fine looking honeys on his arms, the Women’s title over one of his toned shoulders. As he reaches the ring he walks up the steps, casually sliding the robe off and handing it to his escorts who make a quick departure to the back, and steps between the ropes and into the ring. He starts to dance around and shadow boxes for a second before eventually raising his arms into the air, receiving another appreciative cheer from the audience.)
Jerry Walters:
Shane comes from a very long historic boxing background, a very good fighter
in anyone’s books!
Tim May:
But he has a bad leg Jerry and he himself admitted it was not 100% so one knock
to that thing and those fists will not come in handy at all.
Jerry Walters:
That’s very true, he has to keep his legs from being damaged anymore then
they currently were otherwise we could be seeing less of Shane then we originally
thought we would!
(The bell sounds and instantly Hurse and Shane are staring each
other speaking words of violence and hatred to one another, but to Shane’s
surprise Hurse leaves the ring allowing the large overweight Plop to start the
match, he waves at the fans again and then halts in the centre of the ring his
hand outstretched as if he wants to shake Shane’s hand. Leonard just smiles
and extends his own hand looking to shake the fat mans hand but as he does Plop
lifts it at the last second and puts his thumb on his nose while he twiddles
his fingers, the fans laugh at this and Shane smiles as if impressed by the
fat man’s charisma, suddenly though he burst out clothesline Plop to the
ground, the Fat man falls hard but gets back up right into another Clothesline
and then a third!! Shane grabs his head and picks him back up before hitting
a few Body strike knees knocking the big man back onto the ropes, he throws
him across the ring but Plop counters and throws Shane who runs into the ropes
and ducks the sluggish clothesline from the bigger man before hitting the opposite
ropes and knocking Plop back to the ground with a flying Shoulder block!!!
He rolls back up onto his feet and then kneels over Plop before hitting punch
after punch after punch into the face of the big man before covering him and
hooking both tree trunk looking legs,
1…
2…
Hurse runs in the ring kicking Shane in the head breaking the pin.)
Jerry Walters:
Hurse not happy and you can see why, Plop really is taking a beating out there
from the former GM of this very show!
Tim May:
This is great, I have never enjoyed watching retards get beat up so much in
my life!!!
Jerry Walters:
Are you sick?? That is no reason to watch a damn wrestling match, god Tim you
are so un-PC its unbelievable, how did you ever get this job?
(Shane smiles at Hurse who shouts at Plop to get up, Leonard
just taunts Hurse and then grabs Plop by the head attempting to lift him again,
he gets the big man to his knees but suddenly Plop hits Shane in the leg with
a huge forearm and another causing Leonard to instantly hear the alarm bells
ringing in his head and triggers him moving away fro Plop who crawls to his
corner, Shane moves to stop him but its to late and Plop tags in Piddle to a
sigh from Hurse, but the thin man looks great as he pounces onto the top turnbuckle
his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth as he concentrates, he then flies
off at Shane with a big Crossbody….Oh dear….Shane Easily catches
him and smiles at the laughing fans as Piddles facial expressions who a number
of fearful emotions, suddenly he drops him into a backbreaker the force of the
move causing Piddle to bounce right off his knee and roll away on the canvas,
he grabs the turnbuckle and pulls himself back up but as he stands Shane is
on him and hits him with a huge chop and another before suddenly holding him
up in the corner and hitting a number of good body blows before firing off a
huge, absolutely huge, uppercut that takes Piddle right off his feet and causes
him to land arse first in the corner, Shane just stomps and stomps on Piddle
before standing away allowing the little man to get up, he does and stumbles
around for a little while before suddenly falling Ric Flair like his hind leg
in the air till the very moment he hits the canvas!!<br>
Shane just shakes his head and lifts piddle before throwing him off the ropes
and across the ring, Piddle comes back at him but runs right into a tilt and
whirl side slam into a pin,
1…
2…
Hurse jumps in the ring again and kicks Shane off before shouting at Piddle
to do something worthwhile!)
Jerry Walters:
This match really is more of a one on one, Piddle and Plop are not at the right
level yet in my opinion!
Tim May:
You ain’t kidding! Hurse is having to save this match himself!
Jerry Walters:
I like Shane and I’d actually like to see him come out with a win here,
but I do want to see Piddle and Plop do something in this match, I think it
would be great to have them around!
(Shane sits up from the pin still smiling but giving Hurse an evil glare, he lifts Piddle up to his feet again and holds him against the ropes before throwing him across the ring, Piddle hits the ropes and comes back and to the surprise of everyone jumps forward and off his feet dropkicking the knee of Shane Leonard taking the Women’s temporary champion right off his feet!! Not even Piddle can believe it, Hurse suddenly demands he tags him in and Piddle begrudgingly accepts to a huge eruption of boo’s from the crowd!!!)
Jerry Walters:
Oh no, this is not going to be pretty!
Tim May:
You said you wanted Piddle to do something, well he done it Jerry!
Jerry Walters:
I wish now, I had said nothing at all!
(Hurse just taunts Shane slapping the top of his head before
grabbing his leg and dragging him to the centre of the ring before laying it
out flat and jumping in the air before dropping a knee across it, he stands
again and then drops another knee before holding the leg in place and twisting
it the way it shouldn’t go causing Shane to cry out in agony as Hurse
locks the hold in harder, he finally lets go and angrily stomps on the bad leg
of Shane over and over again before lifting him up and holding his leg in the
air before dropping him back down with a dragon screw takeover.
He drags him back to his corner and tags in Plop but gives him strict instructions,
he holds out Shane’s leg and shouts more orders up to Plop who just jumps
in the air and hits a huge splash across the leg off Shane Leonard who cries
out in agony, Hurse then leaves the ring but is instantly tagged back in by
Plop who looks a little disappointed that he is not getting in on this match.
Hurse seems not to care though and just Drags him back from the corner and into
the centre of the ring before locking his legs in a figure four leg lock and
holding him in place as he cries out loudly! Hurse locks the move in harder
and Shane drops onto his back trying to deal with the pain, but the official
is there,
1…
2…
No, Shane sits back up and cries out again trying to unwrap the legs of Hurse,
but they are firmly locked and he lifts one of his arms in the air trying to
get himself some leverage. Hurse is just shouting at him to quit, but Shane
won’t he suddenly begins to turn and Hurse’s expression suddenly
changes to one of shock as he tries to get back his advantage, both men are
on there sides trying to get leverage, but Shane has the momentum and the former
GM turns Hurse over reversing the lock!!! Hurse cries out but quickly breaks
the hold and rolls away!)
Jerry Walters:
Oh great work by Shane, the courage of his man is unmatched, he refuses to give
up and you can’t help but admire a man who will fight all odds!
Tim May:
All odds?? He is against Piddle and Plop??
Jerry Walters:
AND Hurse let me add? That’s three on one and it doesn’t matter
who you’re against, trying to fight three people on your own is no easy
task!
(Hurse gets to his feet and sees Shane on one knee, he quickly storms toward him but Shane sees him coming and lets fly with a blistering hard body shot and another and another, he stands up and fires off some more hard hooks to the ribs of the world number one contender and then hits a big uppercut that has Hurse stumbling right back into the ropes, Shane then limps toward him but as he goes to grab him Hurse desperately kicks him in the knee knocking him down to the mat again, yet he manages to stay on one knee, this however just Gives Hurse the opportunity to grab him and lift him up to his feet, before taking his legs away from him and to the cries of boos and yells from the crowd he tries turning Shane over into the Legend Lock, the fans are screaming for it not to happen and Shane is trying to grab whatever he can, but Hurse turns him and locks it in!!!!!!)
Jerry Walters:
Legend lock!!! Legend Lock!!!
Tim May:
It’s all over!! Hurse is going to win another match!!!
Jerry Walters:
You’re not kidding!! Hurse is going to make it 4 wins without defeat,
this is bad for Shane Leonard!!!
(Shane is in pure agony as Hurse smiles while locking in his
finisher harder, Shane has his hand in the air ready to tap when suddenly to
the cheers of the fans and the pure excitement Johnny Kingdom appears from the
back the title over his shoulder, he sprints down the ramp and as the referee
checks on Leonard and jumps on the apron to the shock of Hurse before grabbing
his head and dropping back down hitting a Gullotine on Hurse on the top rope
causing him to let go off the hold and stumble off his feet toward the rings
centre, he quickly rolls up onto one knee and then gets to his feet, he eyes
squinting to shake the cobwebs, but Shane suddenly bursts out of nowhere…KNOCKOUT
(Diamond Cutter where opponent lands on his fist)!!!! Hurse bounces onto his
back from the blow as Shane quickly covers!!!
1…
2…
3…
The bell sounds as the cheers sound out, Shane just rolls from the ring as Piddle
and Plop who have entered the ring look on in shock, they cannot believe they
lost and Kingdom is just smiling at the top of the ramp as Big Pimpin by Jay
Z hits the speakers again and a pain weary Shane Leonard heads back up the ramp
his arm raised by the official and his women’s title over his shoulder!)
Jerry Walters:
Shane Leonard done it!! The women’s champion beat three men in his first
match back, but the question remains, what kind of condition is this man going
to be in now!!
Tim May:
I can’t believe what I’m seeing, its all Johnny Kingdom’s
god damn fault…AGAIN!! But you are right about one thing Walters, Shane
Leonard is going to be in pain for much longer then just tonight, his leg took
a beating and he will remember that for a while…Whoever he faces at the
PPV, it’s not going to be pretty!
(Hurse gets to his feet in the ring looking pissed, but suddenly to the cheers of the fans Piddle jumps on his back and Plop runs around to his front slamming in punches, the two men are pissed at there first loss in the ULW and Hurse is the man that bought it to them, they continue to attack him but Hurse just pushes Plop away and throws Piddle over his shoulder onto the mat in front of him, the two men then stand up side by side but are taken down by a huge double clothesline from Hurse who then rolls out of the ring leaving Piddle and Plop on the ground in the ring, his face angry and his eyes gleaming with a look of much needed revenge!)
Backstage
(The scene opens in the locker room of Lethal Weapon where Daemon and Monica sit, Daemon is now attired up and looking ready to compete but paces around impatiently.)
Daemon:
Where the hell is he?? We have been here half the night and he said he would
be here, this is a set up Monica I tell you, he is probably the bastard behind
it!
Monica:
He probably just got held up Daemon, Calm down, he is the regulator remember
which means he has a lot to deal with.
Daemon:
I HAVE A LOT TO FUCKING DEAL WITH MONICA, I have half the god damn roster of
the ULW after me for that $100,000, I have a lot to deal with Monica and the
sooner I find out who fucking put the price on my head the better!
Monica:
What are you going to do when you find out?
Daemon:
……Get Revenge……
(Daemon just stares evilly at the thought of the persons body when he finds out who it is before leaving the room ready for his match to begin.)
Also Backstage
(The scene opens in the locker room of Teresa Hilton who is attired up and ready for action a plaster on her head from the chair shot Sheryl gave her last week at the end of her match, she stares into a mirror for a second and throws some shadow jabs before Blake walks in and smiles at her.)
Blake:
You ready?
Teresa:
Oh yeah…I’m ready.
Blake:
Teresa, look…Sheryl is in the building I have just seen her and as she
was last week, she is being very quiet…Be careful out there, you need
me, I'll be there.
Teresa:
Blake, I appreciate it, I really do, but I need to do this myself, Sheryl Gray
WILL pay…But she will pay at my hand, nobody else’s, if I did that
I would be as low as her.
Blake:
I’m sure you know what you’re doing, but between you fighting Frost
a former World Champion, having Sheryl after your head and Young Chris waiting
in the background somewhere just to get a free shot on you, I don’t know
what will happen.
Teresa:
Neither do I Blake, but if we don’t find out now, we will find out later…I
don’t want to delay the inevitable!
(Teresa just leans in and hugs Blake who hugs her back, she then pulls away giving him a comforting smile before taking her Cane and leaving the room as the camera angles in back on Blake who’s supportive face turns to one off worry.)
Daemon Frost Vs Teresa Hilton
(Jay Z and Linkin Park hits the speakers to the cheers from the fans as the highlight reel for Teresa Hilton hits the triple Screen, suddenly the cheers get louder as Teresa appears from the back Singapore cane in hand and a look of focus on her face, she stops at the top of the ramp and looks at the fans who just adore her from the stands before heading down the ramp and sliding in the ring before heading across it and climbing the turnbuckle before putting her cane in the air and getting another huge eruption, she jumps down and jumps on the spot putting her cane in the corner as she waits for her opponent.)
Jerry Walters:
Teresa Hilton looking ready for action and after last weeks controversial ending
in her tag match you have to imagine she is looking to really make up ground
and win this to show Sheryl she is on a high going into ULW New Beginnings!
Tim May:
Yeah, but Sheryl has had all this time to train and remain fresh, she has not
taken chair shots or attacks, she is the boss for Christ sake, she has brains
and ULW is living proof of that!
Jerry Walters:
At the same time she has not been in a ring wrestling since HSW Synscope in
may last year! And that does not bode well for her!
(Daemon Frost walks from behind the curtain to a huge reaction from the fans. Dressed in a white button down shirt and black tie, Daemon stands there, a smile on his face. He listens for a moment, to both his own music and the crowd around him. Moonlight Sonata blares out over the speakers, a complete contrast to the violence that will ensue shortly. He walks, completely focused to the ring, one foot in front of the other, where he quickly hops up onto the apron, pulling on the ropes before stepping into the ring. Daemon slowly rolls and cracks his neck and stretches his arms, waiting with great anticipation for the violence to begin again...)
Jerry Walters:
This match is set to be a classic, Daemon Frost and Teresa Hilton are two of
ULW’s finest upbringings, Daemon was a rookie from a fallen federation
and came to ULW as a new guy in the spotlight for the first time and Teresa
has risen from the chronicles of DWA, a former DWA women’s champion, a
former DWA Xtreme Champion since she has graduated with honors from the school
of ULW to ULW itself and has made waves since her very first day!
Tim May:
How long have you been practicing that?
Jerry Walters:
They're facts, I have had to remember them because that’s my job idiot!
Just because you have to study for shit in your position!
(The bell sounds and Daemon and Teresa just stare at each other for a moment the two of them hiding a fair amount of respect for each other while at the same time unwilling to back down or to lose. They begin to circle neither one of them glancing away for a second before lunging in and locking up with one another, Daemon gets the upper hand breaking the hold and grabbing Teresa in a headlock but she throws him off the ropes breaking the hold and jumps to the floor chest first, Daemon jumps over her and then comes back at her as she stands up but he counters sliding between her legs before knocking one of her legs off the ground sending her onto her back before going for a quick pin but sh jumps out of out of it before a one count before both of them flip onto there feet at the exact same time and just face each other stanced ready for another attack!)
Jerry Walters:
Great movement!!! That was very impressive!
(The crowd are applauding as the two of them just stare at each other again and circle, they lunge in and quickly Daemon gets the upper hand again locking her in another head lock but this time drags her across his side and down to the mat where he keeps the lock on her, but with a few jumps using her legs as momentum she manages to escape and flips herself one more onto her feet but Daemon is quick and sweeps her legs with his own before standing up and going for a standing moonsault, but Teresa counters and lifts her knees causing Frost to hit them and stand vertical before bouncing backwards and resting on the ropes, Teresa then gets to her feet and runs at Daemon, but Frost steps forward and ducks her clothesline, she turns to face him and he hooks her arm and pulls her over into a hip toss before running off the ropes furthest and hitting a running swantom across her mid-section.)
Jerry Walters:
More great movement by these two but Daemon is starting to pick up momentum
here.
Tim May:
This is lightweight crap, bring on the heavyweights!
Jerry Walters:
You are only saying that because you don’t like either of these two!
(He gets to his feet and grabs Teresa lifting her up and placing
her in the corner before hitting a big chop and another he then grabs her arm
and throws her across the ring before running in to follow it up, but Teresa
lifts a leg and catches Frost in the face knocking him into a stumble back toward
the centre of the ring, she then jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and flies
off onto the shoulders of Daemon before hitting a huge Hurricanrana!!!
The fans are showing mixed reactions as the arena seems split in two by the
clash of these two great superstars, Daemon just grabs the ropes shaking the
cobwebs as Teresa gets back on her feet she charges at Frost who sees her coming
and ducks down before lifting her right over his head, but Teresa lands feet
first on the apron behind Daemon and as the former champ turns she kneels down
and slams a shoulder into his mid-section before rolling down his back and right
into a school boy or seemingly in the same motion,
1…
2…
Kickout by Daemon!)
Jerry Walters:
Great move by Teresa and she nearly had it then!
Tim May:
*Yawn*
Jerry Walters:
Oh how original!
(Teresa once again gets back to her feet and grabs Daemon lifting him onto his knees, but as she does he suddenly grabs her head and stands up before quickly falling back to his knees and hitting her with a big jawbreaker that knocks her to the canvas. Daemon just shakes the cobwebs of the attacks and gets back to his feet before walking to the nearest turnbuckle and climbing to the top rope before perching himself there as Teresa begins to get up, she turns to face him and suddenly he flies off with a nice Missile dropkick that takes her back to the mat before calling for the Frost Special!!! The fans are going wild as suddenly Frost climbs to the top rope again and perches there…Teresa gets to one knee, then stands her body leant over and Frost flies off looking for his finisher but as he does Teresa lunges up in the air at him and takes him down with a huge flying clothesline!!)
Jerry Walters:
OH MY!! Teresa just counters the Frost Special!
Tim May:
Frost is to predictable, you wonder why he never defends his title, that’s
it, they can see him coming a mile away!
Jerry Walters:
That’s a bit harsh mentioning his title defeats like that!
(Suddenly Teresa stands up and taunts Daemon to follow, her
face is tired and she just waves her arms demanding Frost stands, suddenly he
does and he turns right into her as she lifts him onto her shoulders for Danger
Zone!! But just as she is about to hit the move Frost counters falling down
her back, she turns and Frost leaps onto her shoulders before dropping her with
a Hurricanrana pin,
1…
2…
3…
Frost wins!!! The fans are shocked as is Teresa who sits a little surprised
to have lost to the Hurricanrana pin, but yet Daemon just rolls onto his knees,
Teresa smiles and nods her head approvingly at Daemon when suddenly Gerard Angelo
and Killswitch appear from the rampway, they slide in and take Daemon down from
behind as he has his arm raised in victory and begin stomping over and over
on his body as Angela and Ash head slowly down the ramp, Teresa and Ang just
exchange looks before the Husband/Wife duo enter the ring, Ash then takes a
contract out of his pocket and smiles.)
Ash:
Daemon, Daemon, Daemon…You never even thought of me did you? That week
when Conrad came out here and said that there were so many other people who
deserved a world title shot before ME, and low and behold your name was spoken,
Hellkat’s name was spoke to and Angela will be dealing with her at New
Beginnings.
(The boos continue to filter through as Gerard and Killswitch hold Daemons face up to Ash’s, a evil smile on the Flock leaders face.)
Ash:
Mr. Frost…At new Beginnings I challenge you to a match, three stipulations…
That we make the Weapon of choice…A Garbage Can
Maybe……A Steel Chair…
Or finally how about the trusty barbwire 2x4 covered in all those goodies you
love to pull out a Pay Per Views so much??
(Daemon is just looking like he could kill any moment, but suddenly Gerard and Killswitch throw him back down and begin stomping away at him before Picking him up and throwing him at Ash who just lifts him onto his shoulders CASHED!!!! Daemon is planted by Ash and left laid flat out on the mat as Ash grabs the mic again.)
Ash:
Oh and for all you idiots who have no money, that $100,000 stays with me, if
you are going to do a job right, do it yourself, Lethal Weapon, Daemon Frost…They
are already beaten!
(Natural High by Union Underground hits as Ash and the Flock just stand around Daemon Frost as Gerard begins to spray paint Flock 4:20 on his back to the eruptions of boos from the fans, he then stands up and the four of them leave the ring as the scene fades backstage.)
Backstage
Cortez:
Look, not tonight ok, I don’t need you guys trying to beat my brains in
on this night.
Chastity:
We are not here to beat you to a pulp Cortez, we are here to wish you luck!
Corina:
After all, you’re fighting for ULW right? So we are on your side tonight
as are the rest of the guys and girls in the locker room, even the Annihilation
guys have turned up for this match
Kathy Smith:
So you got a lot of pressure on your shoulders Cortez, but remember, you need
any of us to come out there and secure this thing, we are there.
Cortez:
Cheers guys, really, but I will do this myself…I don’t want the
SCW accusing me of cheating…But so you all know, I am ULW blood, through
an through, I won’t lose this, I can’t lose this! I win for ULW
and I will make SCW regret EVER stepping on our territory!
(The camera zooms in on Cortez’s expression as he looks focused, motivated for the match ahead as the Glamour Girls just smirk in approval at the man who represents there federation in the main event later tonight.)
Also Backstage
(Piddle and Plop are in the backstage area looking at a photo of Shane Leonard and looking proud to have his signature, suddenly there door opens and standing there is Conrad Gray, they stand to greet him and Conrad nods in approval before speaking.)
Conrad:
You done well out there I was somewhat impressed, so…I have come here
with some good news!
Plop:
Yesh?
(Piddle stares at the photo, this causes Conrad to look at it before taking it off them.)
Conrad:
What is this?? Shane Leonard?? Guy’s you don’t want this, the guy
is a cripple with a women’s belt…
(Conrad rips the picture up and throws It in the bin before staring back at the two men.)
Conrad:
You know what I have for you guys?
Plop:
Sandwich’s!
Conrad:
Erm nooo….
Plop:
Biscuit’s??
Conrad:
No, No, it’s not food…Guys, I am booking you in a match at New Beginnings!!!
FOR THE TAG TEAM TITLES!!!
Plop:
REALLY’S!!!
(Piddle looks happy but shocked)
Plop:
But Glamour’s girl’s and Young Gunnasz are In’s that match?
Conrad:
I am pulling Glamour Girls out guys and giving you your chance! Now no need
to thank me, I got work to do, but I am in such a good mood with Lethal not
being at the Pay Per View after this week that…I just had to give you
boys a chance, oh and if you need a picture…Here’s the best autograph
you can get!
(Conrad smiles and hands them a framed picture of himself sitting behind a desk a gleaming smile on his face before he turns and leaves the two of them to stare at it for a second before throwing it aside and collecting the shreed’s of the Shane Leonard picture while looking excited over there title match at New Beginnings.)
Hellkat & Kingdom Vs Angela and Ash Vs The Glamour Girls
The arena lights dim and golden strobe lights begin to flash in time to Golden Earring's "Twilight Zone" begins to play as Chastity and Kathy Smith, representing the Glamour Girls, walk down the entry ramp.
Tim: Here come Chastity and Kathy Smith. Say, Kathy Smith, wasn't she is "Misery?"
Jerry: That was Kathy Bates!
Tim: That's a relief, 'cause I was going to say Smith must've had some serious plastic surgery. Well come to think of it, she probably DID have some serious plastic surgery.
Union Underground's "Natural High" announces the arrival of the Flock representatives for this match, Ash and Angela Fierro. Neither of them seems to have drawn out the positive emotions of the fans, as they're being heavily booed.
Tim: The Japanese fans not taking kindly to the Flock here tonight.
Jerry: It's the Japanese culture, Tim, pro wrestling is known as the Sport of Kings here, and with the Flock's tactics for winning matches, in the eyes of this fanbase they're nothing more then a bunch of rogues.
Tim: Nice speech, Jerry, did you mommy write it for you?
Jerry: It's called 'research' Tim, it's, you knowm, supposed to be a part of your job.
Tim: I'm here to do color and liven up your dead serious monotone drawling.
Jerry: Then shut the hell up and do your job!
The sound of a music box is heard, the tiny ballerina on a music box, blown up to about a thousand times scale, spins ever slowing on the Jumbotron. The arena lights cut out, and instead of the usual air riad siren the Jumbotron displays an image of Godzilla roaring, which cuts into Rammstein's Feuer Frei as Hellkat walks out in that ridiculous outfit.
Tim: I think the Flock have gotten to Hellkat, scambled her brains with those chairshots.
Jerry: I hate to say it, Tim, but they were probably scrambled to begin with.
Tim: I think the Flock needs to hit her, and keep hitting her until all the pieces fall into an arrangement resembling logic.
The Lost Prophets' "Wake Up," and a huge chorus of boos from the fans indicate the arrival of the final man in this main event, the ULW Fucked Up Friday World Heavyweight Champion, The Team Leader, himself Johnny Kingdom. Kingdom ignores the booing fans, straightening his "POOR XAVIER" t-shirt as he walks down the ramp, the World Championship around his waist. He slids into the ring and pulls off his title belt, handing it to the referee, before pulling off his t-shirt. He steps contemptuously through the ropes in his corner, looking at the other five participents in this match with a look of scorn.
Jerry: The look on Johnny Kingdom's face speaking volumes here.
Tim: And in each sentance in each volume saying to the other wrestlers "You don't belong here in this ring, not with me, not now."
By process of elimination Hellkat is the first in for her team. Ash steps onto the apron, leaving Angela in the ring, and Kathy Smith will start for the Glamour Girls team.
Jerry: All three teams' backers have been banned from ringside tonight, Tim.
Tim: "Three teams?'"
Jerry: The rest of the Flock and Glamour Girls stables, as well as Hellkat's newly hired bodyguard, that frightening German Baron Brutus von Hasselbeck.
Tim: Ha! And Hellkat said she'd be bringing him out this week, what a liar she is.
Angela takes one look at Hellkat then walks over to the referee, complaining. The referee looks over at Hellkat, then turns back to Angela and shrugs. Angela is getting insistant.
Jerry: Angela Fierro and referee Chester Princeton apparently aruging over Hellkat's choice of ring attire.
Tim: It's obvious, Jerry, Hellkat's attempting to cheat by using body armor!
Jerry: Oh get off it! You're just angry because one of the wrestlers you fawn over didn't think of it first!
Chester Princeton denying that there's anything wrong with Hellkat's state of dress, well... other then the fact she's wearing half a Godzilla costume. Kathy smith takes the oppertunity to creep up behind Angela and hit her with a surprise roll up. Chaz Princeton drops to give Kathy a quick one count before Angela kicks out. Angela jumps to her feet, not liking having been taken advantage of like that. Kathy Smith reverses a whip to the ropes and takes Angela down with a flying head scissors. Angela rolls back to her feet, only to find herself looking up at Hellkat, who lifts her up for a quick Baldo Bomb, although the impact is deadened quite a lot when Angela's shoulders land on the oversized foam feet of Hellkat's outfit. Angela pulls her legs away from Hellkat and rolls back, only to be caught by Kathy Smith in a full nelson. Hellkat gets to her feet and props herself in the neutral corner, just watching.
Jerry: Kathy Smith with that Full Nelson really cinched on there.
Tim: Do you see that, Jerry? Kathy has Angela hooked by the hair!
Jerry: She does not!
The point is moot anyway when Kathy Smith drives Angela face first into the mat with a Breakdown style facebuster. The pin is broken up almost before it's begun with Ash jumping into the ring and stomping on Kathy Smith's back. Smith is up and persues Ash back to his corner, the two trading blows. Ash with a definate size and strength advantage nails Kathy with a punch hard enough to spin her around into the waiting arms of Angela, who drops the Glamour Girl down with a sharp DDT. Smith gets to her feet and Angela whips her to the ropes, setting up for her modified superkick finisher, but Hellkat moves out of the corner, and grabs Angela around the neck and lifts her up into a reverse vertical suplex, bringing her down gut first over the top rope. Angela slides herself off to stand on the ring apron, but Kathy Smith knocks her off with a spin heel kick. Hellkat attempts another reverse suplex, but KAthy Smith twists out and counters into an arm wringer.
Tim: Kathy Smith taking the easy way out and tagging in her partner Chastity.
Chastity leaps over the top rope, delivering an axehandle to Hellkat's shoulder. A gouge to the eyes draws the ire of referee Chaz Princeton, who warns Chastity about the move. Hellkat stumbles around, clutching her fac,e allowing Chastity to hit a textbook snap suplexon Hellkat. She floats over for the pin. One... two.... Angela pulls Chastity out of the ring and clocks her using the ring steps to help deliver and enzugiri. Angela grabs Chastity and smashes her face first into the steel steps, drawing another admonishement from Chaz Princeton. Angela scrapes Chastity from the floor and rolls her into the ring, sliding in afterward. Angela makes some disparaging comments to Kathy Smith, prompting her to attempt to get in the ring, but is held back by Chaz Princeton. Angela takes Chastity over with a snap mare and applies an American Surfboard submission. Having recovered from her suplex, Hellkat takes the oppertunity to grab ahold of Chastity's legs, and slap on a figure four.
Jerry: Chastity in trouble here.
Tim: Tap out! Tap! 'Cause if she taps the win goes to whoever slapped on the submission hold first, right?
Jerry: I don't think that;s the way it works.
Tim: Hold in there Chastity, you can do it!
Jerry: (sighing) You're such a schmuck.
Showing an interest for the first time in this match, Kingdom steps into the ring, locking a Tazzmission-style hold on Angela. Wanting to get Hellkat off her partner, Kathy Smith jumps into the ring, and locks Hellkat in a Triangle Choke. Ash steps in, locking Kingdom in a sleeper hold, trying to pull the World champion off his wife. Both Hellkat and Angela break, allowing a pained Chastity to roll free. Hellkat rolls around, trying to shake off Kathy Smith, but to no avail. Kingdom shoves Angela aside and grips Ash tightly around the waist, lifting him up into a back suplex, sending him into the air RIGHT ONTO KATHY SMITH!
Tim: Kingdom sticking it to Kathy Smith! But he dropped Ash right on top of her. Who do I root for? Kingdom or the Flock?
Jerry: (sarcasm) Decisions, decisions.
Chaz Princeton orders Kingdom back into his corner, mainly because he's the only non-legal member of this match still standing, and thus able to comply with his request. Kathy Smith manages to get back to her corner, as does Ash, who's holding his head and looking a bit spaced out. Of the three legal ladies in the ring, Hellkat is the first to her feet, followed by Angela. Angela attempts to fend off Hellkat with a kick to the gut, but find her foot caught. Hellkat pulls her in and throws her overhead with a T-Bone suplex. Chastity is back on her feet, and soon finds herself off them once again as Hellkat takes her down with a...
Tim: What the hell are you going to call that one Jerry?
Jerry: A... uh... tail lariet?!
By hitting her across the thorat with her costume's big Godzilla tail. Hellkat does some sumo like stomping, before making the Great Muta 'reveal' sign, but Angela clocks her from behind! Hellkat stumbles around the ring, holding her throat.
Tim: I knew it! She bit off a piece off her stupid costume and is choking on it! Serves her right!
Chaz Princeton, looking worried, grabs Hellkat around the middle, administering a series of quick upward thrusts into the abdomin.
Tim: Aren't you supposed to be play by play, Jerry? Aren't you supposed to say something like "What an amazing text book use of the Heimlich manuver by referee Chester Princeton!"
Hellkat spits a bright pink mist right into the face of Angela Fierro! Angela fumbles around blindly. Johnny Kingdom is on the ring apron, eager for a tag for once. After thanking Chaz Princeton, Hellkat goes over and tags her partner in. Kingdom goes right after Angela, pulling her away from her corner by the hair. He looks over at Ash with a sick, sadistic smile. Chastity tags in Kathy Smith, who spears Angela out of Kingdom's hands. Smith begining to rain down the punches on Angela's face. Kingdom pulls Kathy Smith up and slams her to the mat with a stiff spinebuster. He drops a leg on Angela, before looking over at Ash, that sick smile still on his face. Kingdom pulls Angela up and whips her into the corner with enough force to have her hit the turnbuckle and fall to the ground. Angela pulls herself to a crouch using the ropes, Kingdom pulls her to her feet again, and whips her into the ropes, damn near throwing her out of the ring with a belly to belly suplex. He turns toward Ash, and points to Angela. Ash jumps in the ring and is held back by Chaz Princeton.
Tim: Kingdom is pounding Angela to a pulp, why?!
Jerry: It just tears you up inside to have some of your favorites fighting amongst themselves, doesn't it?
Tim: You're damn right it does!
Kingdom drags Angela over to his corner, and tags in Hellkat, who jumps up to the top rope and twists, executing a split-legged moonsault on Angela. Hellkat and Kingdom pull Angela up, with Kingdom lifting up Angela for the Exodus Finale. Hellkat spikes Angela, and then covers. One... two... BROKEN UP BY KATHY SMITH!
Jerry: Kathy Smith just saved Angela from being pinned.
Tim: No shit? And here I thought I needed glasses.
Kathy Smith tags in Chastity. The two of them take to the ring, while Angela rolls out to the floor. Using Hellkat as a step stool, Kathy smith catches Kingdom WITH A HURACANRANA FRO MTHE APRON TO THE FLOOR! Meanwhile referee Chaz Princeton heads to the floor to check on Angela. Having had enough, Ash grabs a chair from ringside and slides into the ring. He cracks it across the back of Chastity, and then right into the face of Hellkat, sending her to the floor as well. Hitting Chastity once more for good measure, Ash chucks the chair out of the ring. Angela crawls back in, closer to her corner then Chastity. To the boos of the fans she tags in Ash.
Tim: Ash has been standing on the apron this entire match, he's the freashest participant in this match!
Jerry: Due to the fact the just smackled two of them with a chair behind the referee's back!
Ash takes to the ropes, running across the ring and nailing the recovering Hellkat, Kingdom, and Kathy with a Plancha suicida. Getting to his feet Ash re-enters the ring, picking up the limp form of Chastity and NAILING HER WITH A BURNING HAMMER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! He covers, one.... two.... three!
Commercial

Back In the Arena
Jerry Walters:
Well it’s that time of the night, the main event, the big one and this
match has more importance then many I can remember in the past Tim, Chris Cortez
Vs Acid Burn, the ULW Vs SCW, the first instalment of this great inter-federation
battle and this should be a cracker!
Tim May:
I hate Cortez, lets make that clear, but this is Sheryl’s company and
for the sake of ULW I am actually going to say Cortez will kick ass on this
one…Make it a one night only exception!
Jerry Walters:
I’m sure he will feel so privileged!
Tim May:
He should, cheering for him will ruin my reputation!
Jerry Walters:
You HAVE a reputation?? Since when!
Chris Cortez Vs Acid Burn
(Suddenly Acid Burns music hits and the fans boo loudly as his SCW highlight reel begins to play over the triple screen, the pro ULW crowd are showing him no mercy as he steps out from behind the curtains a smile on his face and a cocky expression that shows he is ready and unintimidated by the fans around him. He shakes off his muscles at the top of the ramp and then walks down the aisle sharing a few words with the fans as he does and even threatening to swing at one before laughing it off and entering the ring as his music comes to a close and his entrance finishes.)
Jerry Walters:
SCW’s first man in this tournament Acid Burn and he I doing pretty good
over in SCW you know, I wouldn’t underestimate this man unless you were
looking to lose and Chris Cortez as cocky as he can be needs to take this man
seriously and as a threat!
Tim May:
Well Chris Cortez can all he likes, but I’d rather just call him names
and give him rude hand gestures.
Jerry Walters:
So basically what you do to everyone you don’t like!
Tim May:
Exactly!
('A man on a mission ... running an' grind
Y'all know who the best is ... One Of A Kind'
Is spoken over the loudspeakers in acapella form before a beat kicks in and Profilik - One Of A Kind gets the crowd watching the entrance in anticipation. As the first verse kicks in, yellow fog pours out from the entrance sides and as it blows away from its cluster, Cortez is revealed, standing confidently with his arms crossed, staring straight down to the ring. He walks down the rap to a mutual reaction from the crowd, not to loud in cheers but not to overwhelmed in boo's either. Cortez jogs outside the ring and suddenly slides in and hops up to the middle turnbuckle and raises two arms in the air to a chorus of whistling and series of camera flashes. Cortez returns to the canvas and hops around, keeping the blood flowing. )
Jerry Walters:
Chris Cortez is looking healthy and better then ever, not one attack on him
backstage has occurred and all because the whole roster waits and watches as
Chris Cortez represents them all.
Tim May:
Even annihilation are here to watch this in there royal boxes!
Jerry Walters:
It is a big event in the ULW history and this being the first match of the games
has to be classed as one of the most important, it’s the momentum swinger,
the path setter.
(The bell sounds and the anticipation grows in the crowd already
who begin to stir with cheers and applause, Chris Cortez just jumps on the spot
staring with a deep breath at Acid Burn who loosens his arms and stares right
back, the referee calls the two men to the middle and begins going over the
rules of the affair, however Cortez and Acid Burn are not even listening, they
begin mouthing off to each other and trash talking when suddenly Cortez slaps
the taste right out of Acid’s mouth, Acid suddenly turns back to him angry,
but Cortez slaps him one more time a smile on his face, but suddenly Acid flies
out hitting a right hand on Cortez that knocks him hard to the mat!
The boos are ringing out as Cortez stumbles back to his feet getting a forearm
uppercut from the SCW superstar that knocks him back into the corner before
being on the receiving end of some big boots to the mid-section, Acid then grabs
the ropes either side of Cortez and rams his shoulder into the stomach of the
Xtreme champion and again and again, this continues and the ar in Cortez’s
lungs are completely gone. Acid moves away and Cortez just falls to his knees
gripping his stomach/chest area, Acid is relentless though and boots Cortez
in the face knocking him onto his back!)
Jerry Walters:
I hate to say it but Acid Burn is coming out the better here and really is making
a strong start to this match!
Tim May:
If you hate to say it, don’t!
Jerry Walters:
Idiot, it’s my job to call it as I see it! Fool!!
(Acid just grabs Cortez lifting him to his feet again and resting
him on his shoulder in the corner before running into the centre of the ring
and dropping him with a running powerslam right into a pin,
1…
2…
No Kickout by Cortez.
Acid gets up and kneels over double C slamming right hands into his head angrily
before getting up and wildly stomping on his mid-section for all he is worth
he then grabs Cortez by the hair and once again lifts him up to his feet before
throwing him off the ropes and across the ring, Cortez hits the ropes and bounces
back at him but Acid Burn is still a step ahead and grabs him first chance he
gets lifting him into a big tilt-a-whirl back breaker, he then holds Cortez
there across his knee pressing his hand on the chin of Cortez while holding
his body in place so as to keep the back of his opponent bent in a dangerous
angle.
Cortez refuses to give up and shows no signs of doing so to the anger of Acid
Burn who throws him down off his knee and to the mat before stomping away on
the Xtreme champion again, the fans are booing loudly and a “Cortez”
chant is beginning to ring out as Acid Burn sits him up and locks in a sleeper
hold.
The fans begin to stamp and clap and cheer while many still chat “Chris
Cortez” in there Japanese accents, all trying to spur him on to get up
and fight back, Cortez works of this and raises his hand in the air but Acid
locks the sleeper in harder and holds it in place, Cortez’s arm slowly
begins to drop but this just makes the fans get louder and louder, it hits the
mat and the referee checks him for a second, he then lifts his arm and lets
go…
It drops…
He lifts it a second time…
It drops…
The fans are now on there feet crying to the high heavens to see Cortez wake
up and get out of this, the referee then raises his hand a third time…
It dro- NO!!! Cortez keeps his hand from touching the mate and begins to shake
his clenched fist as the adrenalin buzzes back through his body, he gets up
onto one knee as Acid tries to keep the move locked in and then onto his feet
as Acid turns it into a side headlock, but Cortez fires off with some elbows
to the midsection that break the hold before running off the ropes and coming
back at Acid taking him right off his feet with a flying forearm!!! Both men
lay on the ground as the fans go absolutely wild, Cortez suddenly then flicks
up onto his feet and to a huge eruption waits as Acid rolls up onto his, he
turns into Corte who fires off with some right hands in quick succession before
stepping back and clotheslining him to the ground!!!)
Jerry Walters:
And Cortez is away!!! This is going to be crazy!! Cortez has lit the arena up
and the fans are on there feet!
Tim May:
This noise is deafening Jerry!! Don’t these Japanese idiots have a control
problem on there voice boxes or have all of them just got high pitched voices!
Jerry Walters:
I think they are just thrilled with this, Cortez and Acid are really putting
on a fast paced spectacle here!
(Acid gets back to his feet but stumbles right onto the shoulders
of Cortez who drops him with a Samoan drop on the canvas and then gets back
to his feet before running off the far ropes and then back to the downed Acid
before stopping above him and dusting off shoulder before dropping a big elbow
drop, he then goes for the pin,
1…
2…
No Kickout by Acid to the boos of the fans, Cortez just smiles and grabs Acid
again lifting him up to his feet, but Acid breaks the grapple and hits Cortez
with a few rights of his own knocking the Xtreme Champion back a few steps before
booting him in the mid-section and going for a DDT, but Cortez counters and
blocks the DDT by holding the ropes the momentum throwing Acid to the floor,
the SCW wrestler quickly gets back to his feet but turns right into a spear
from Cortez who then follows it with wild fast punches to the head of Acid,
he then gets up angrily and frustrated and talks trash that just hypes the fans
up before turning back to Acid Burn and stancing himself ready to attack as
Acid rises.
AB gets to his feet and stumbles around in a full circle before walking right
into the grasp of Cortez who hooks him like a Rock Bottom but lifts him up and
round into a 180 degree Back Slam, he then climbs the middle turnbuckle and
jumps off hitting a nice elbow to the jaw of his opponent.
He goes for the pin again,
1…
2…
No Kickout by Acid again.)
Jerry Walters:
Acid Burn is showing some great signs of strength here and is taking all Cortez
can give him at the moment
Tim May:
Are you SCW or ULW? Because your praising the enemy you traitor!!! TRAITOR,
TRAITOR!!!
Jerry Walters:
Would you shut the hell up, I am not a traitor! I am simply stating the facts,
he wont stay down and he is putting up a hell of a fight here
(Cortez lifts Acid up and into the corner before hitting a big
chop across his chest, then another but Acid fires back and chops him back Cortez
then follows suit and the two continue to share chops for a good 2 minutes before
suddenly Acid pokes Cortez in the eye and lifts him off his feet hitting a big
Spinebuster that causes Cortez to arch his back in pain, Acid then rolls away
and shakes the cobwebs before going into the corner and removing one of the
turnbuckle covers, the referee hasn’t seen this as he was checking on
Cortez but the fans did and the boos are just getting louder and louder, he
picks Cortez up again and lifts him to his side before dropping him with a side
walk slam, he then grabs Cortez’s legs and falls back with a monkey flip
that throws Cortez at the corner but he sees it coming and manages to land steadily
on the middle rope, Acid turns to see this as Cortez flies back off going for
a crossbody, he hits it but Acid manages to roll right through and hooks both
of Cortez’s legs…
1…
2…
NOOOOO!!! Cortez managed to kick out at the very last second!
Acid looks pissed and suddenly gets to his feet and argues blue murder with
the referee over the cunt before turning to Cortez and calling for his finisher,
the fans are booing loudly as Cortez in a daze rises to his feet, he gets to
one knee, then to both feet and turns into Acid, but dodges the lunge from the
SCW wrestler just in time, Acid then turns back to Cortez IN YO FACE SUPERKICK
BY CORTEZ!!!! Cortez hits it and sluggishly covers tired from the match…
1…
2…
3…
Cortez wins!!! The fans are going made as One of Kind hits the speakers again!)
Jerry Walters:
HE DONE IT! HE DONE IT!!! Chris Cortez has beaten Acid Burn in a great match,
but the end result means ULW are going to SCW with a win and the momentum and
our Xtreme Champion has done us proud!!!
Tim May:
I hate the guy, I really do, but I am glad he beat that bastard! SCW should
not be allowed to win on ULW territory and Cortez stopped it…Now onto
next week when I can call him names again!
Jerry Walters:
The fans are going mad, Cortez has another victory to his name and next week
ULW has its final show in Japan and what a show its going to be ULW New Beginnings
live on Pay Per View, the first ever Interactive Pay per View bought to you
by United Livewire Wrestling and Channel 69, the place to be, be there or get
fucked.
Ladies and Gentleman, that’s it for tonight, good night!!!!