The ULW symbol appears upon a solid black backdrop before fading into the darkness from which it resonated.


The crowd is screaming, everyone is jumping up and down, going nuts at the sight of what they are witnessing as down a long silver ramp, colors condensed to mere black and white throughout the scene, charges none other than Daemon Frost with the World Heavyweight title over his shoulder. The crowd is screaming, everyone going nuts for Frost in the arena as a loud chime sound occurs in the background, resembling the tune of a church bell, perhaps ringing at the conclusion of a funeral. The screen goes black and opens upon Orlando Cruze now standing on a turnbuckle, lifting the Annihilation World title belt into the air as the golden plate shimmers above his head. The same gothic style church bell ring can be heard in the background.

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Another black and white scene takes up the frame, this one displaying Johnny Kingdom hoisting Hurse into the air and driving him down to the canvas with the Exodus Finale.

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The eeriness seemingly increases as Silencer is shown in the ring, superkicking Orlando Cruze in the chin. We now see him holding his daughter in his arms and lifting the Annihilation gold above his head to a huge standing ovation from the crowd.

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Too Magnificent is featured, throwing someone over the ropes to the outside of the ring in slow motion after an intense battle royal, other bodies lining the outside mats. We now witness the referee handing Too Magnificent the Livewire title, as he becomes the very first holder of the gold. He collapses to his knees in slow motion raising the belt above his head.

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A scene showcasing Nathan Creed and Orlando Cruze, both men sweaty messes is featured as they step towards one another and shake hands after their thirty minute battle many moons ago on Annihilation.

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Johnny Kingdom is featured striking Daemon Frost in the head with a steel chair while wearing a striped referee shirt, costing him the FUF World title to Hellkat.

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Another black and white image invades the scene as we see Kevin Baumann in the ring competing before AWOL’s head rips up through the center of the ring. He pulls himself up through the ring with a twisted look of rage on his face as Baumann takes off.

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A scene transfers into Daemon Frost, AWOL, and Chapel all three standing in the ring battling it out with the High Rollers.

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Johnny Kingdom is featured giving Silencer the Exodus Finale from the top of a ladder as dramatic music begins to play in the background slowly, very gothic tunes, the images being broken and slightly fragmented.

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We see Orlando Cruze connecting with the Rock Bottom on Curtis Jack, driving him down hard to the canvas. An image then hits the screen displaying Jack slamming a steel chair into the arm of Cruze, viciously assaulting it.

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Chapel is the man now shown in the background, poking fun at AWOL as he is forced to handcuffs and led off by police.

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Wild fist are thrown as Psycho and Nathan Creed are featured battling it out in an intense fight in the middle of the ring during the 6 man tag several weeks ago.

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Killjoy and Silencer join together and battle with the FUF forces at he conclusion of Simon’s title defense against Psycho. Team FUF is eventually cleared of the ring. Johnny Kingdom glares at both Silencer and Killjoy in the ring, his face twisted with rage and hostility.

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A set of large wooden double doors swing open leading outward onto a set of gray concrete stairs. They extend from the stoop of a large cathedral, church bells ringing in the background. Two different sets of individuals slowly stride outward from within the cathedral now. One group of individuals all bear a striking resemble to the Team FUF members. Johnny Kingdom and Chapel stand in the forefront, being paulbearers for the casket, gripping the brass bars on either side. The other set of individuals seems to be the Team Annihilation members. They too are carrying a casket upon their shoulders, using all their strength to hold it up, as do the FUF members. Silencer and AWOL are in the forefront of this casket, both men looking defiant as they march forward. The two teams continue to carry their caskets, their buredons down the long set of stairs leading into a vast open field full of dug up graves. Suddenly, both groups of individuals cease their forward momentum, turning towards one another. They stare deeply into each other’s faces before all ten men drop the caskets, allowing them to collapse onto the concrete as they charge at one another, throwing all caution to the wind. The two sets of caskets slide down the stairs, crashing into the street below, slamming into one another. Their wood chips and shatters under the pressure of the collision, blood beginning to flow out from the cracks. The blood slowly begins to form a puddle on the street, the fighting continuing on the stoop of the church. The puddle of blood materializes into the words, “Bloody Massacre.”

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Fireworks explode from the titontron and the stage, sending sparkles flying high into the air before they break apart and fall from the heavens and the specially crafted entrance area. This time it is designed to resemble a drip of blood hanging from the titontron, with the entry way cut into it. The fans are going absolutely nuts, everyone jumping up and down, thrusting their signs into the air as far as they will possibly go.

Dan: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Bloody Massacre, and you couldn’t ask for a bigger payperview event this evening.

Tim: Your right Dan, the final battle will be waged here tonight, the end of the war, the end of an era. One franchise will walk away with full control of the ULW, and another, as highlighted by the opening package will become dead and buried once and for all. I just got one question for ya Dan, do you think that the X-Rated movie theater you came from will give your old job back? Hahahaha.

Dan: Whatever Tim, anyway tonight, we’re going to witness two teams face off, five men representing Annihilation, and five men representing FUF, the first pinfall or submission will seal the fait of either brand. Needless to say that this is going to be a historic night here in the ULW.


RIVER ANGELUS VS. SARAH PUNCHE ©:
ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP


The lights turn off, and the titontron flickers with static, The Song God eat god by Marylin Manson begins and the lights flicker on and off, this is followed by Misty walking down towards the ring. Misty stops before getting in to the Ring and sits on the bottom rope. A pryotechnic display happens at the enterance and River Walks straight out followed a few steps behind by David River looks directly forward while David gives signed headshots to the crowd. River jumps straight in the ring through the middle of the ropes which misty has opended. And straight after this David helps Misty down and walks with her a few meters away from the ring.

Dan: And it looks as if we’re going to be starting off tonight’s huge event with this big Anarchy Championship match, and you better believe it should be awesome. River Angelus has been trying to get his hands on Sarah Punche ever since she helped screw him over in the four corner survival several weeks ago on Annihilation, and tonight, in the process of getting his revenge, he may just walk away with the Anarchy title within his grasp.

Tim: Yes, and then all the cats can jump in a cradle and the sppon and plate can jump over the moon and Humpy Dumpy can fall off a wall, stop living in a fairy tale world Tim, there’s no way River can beat Sarah Punche, none, nadda.

The stars way up in the sky glitter on the ULW titantron as "Emotions" by Angel of Love begins to ripple throughout the arena. When the vocal starts, Miss Sarah Punche slowly comes out on stage pointing at her crown and then at herself, then towards the Anarchy title around her waist. She blushes even though the crowd is booing for her. Sarah doesn\'t take notice and slowly makes her way down to ringside, showing off her crown and scepter as she goes. Once at the ring, she slides off the crown and puts down her scepter before entering the ring between the middle and top ropes. Miss Sarah heads to the center of the squared circle and raises her arms. As she does, gold and silver glitter comes spewing out of all four ringposts. As the glitter ceases, Miss Sarah prepares herself by glaring at Angelus from across the ring, who is pumped and ready to go.

Tim: And there she is, MISS Sarah, the one and only Punche, the greatest Anarchy Champion in the history of all that is the glorious FUF.

Dan: Sarah Punche really has stepped up her game over the past few weeks since this invasion started. I guess she would have to start getting more physically inclined inside of this ring with so many people bearing down on him, trying to get their hands upon him.

Sarah Punche holds the Anarchy title up towards the face of River Angelus, shining it into his direction with a slight grin upon her face. She looks extremely cocky as Angelus keeps his cool, stretching upon the ropes, getting himself physically prepared for the match that is about to transpire. The bell rings as Punche hands the belt to the official, beginning to circle Angelus, both individuals walking in circles around one another. The opponents reach out for one another, interlocking in a basic collar elbow lock when Angelus grabs the arm of Punche. He steps around under it, locking her into an arm ringer while he places his foot to the back of her knee. He pushes her down into a kneeling position and now steps forward, applying an arm lock. He really grips the submission tying up the arm of Punche, trapping it with nowhere to go. Sarah begins to stand up though, forcing her way to an upright position before she jumps forward across the canvas, rolling over onto her posterior and sitting up. She now drops backwards, rolling over in reverse this time, straight onto her feet, trying to find a way to counter this hold. She does so it seems, pulling her arm free with the reverse roll directly into an upright position. However, River merely releases her arm in order to step forward and grab a hold of it once more, bending it over backwards into a top wrist lock now. The crowd has a mixed reaction at the sight of this, River locking Punche in another hold. Sarah grinds her teeth before she rushes forward, straight at the ropes in front of her. She steps up each one and now flips over backwards, right over the shoulder of River, before landing on her feet directly in front of him. In the process she wraps her arm around the neck of River, placing him in a front gantry and then charging at the ropes once more. She drags River with her, as she steps up the ropes and swings around into a tornado DDT. River pushes her off though, causing her to land feet first upon the canvas, hunched over though as Angelus charges in with a great burst of speed. Punche turns and grabs his arm though, arm dragging him over onto the canvas. River slams into the ring, rolling over sideways and now immediately rising to an upright base. As he does, Sarah Punche comes charging in, only to be taken over with an arm drag from the 2 time Livewire Champion on this occasion. Sarah hits the ring and rolls over onto her knees, she rises to her feet as quickly as she can and then charges at River with a huge burst of enthusiasm. River rises to his knees though and reaches out, grabbing her ankle. He lifts it up into the air and causes Sarah to collapse onto her back as River continues to ascend upward. As he does, he pushes MISS Sarah over backwards, into a reverse row. She ends up on her knees as River steps to her side and grabs her under the arm, dragging Sarah onto her feet. He places her in a Russian leg sweep position when Sarah reverses it, placing her leg around in front of Angelus’ instead of remaining behind it. She pushes him forward, causing his leg to trip over hers and for him to collapse onto the canvas in front of her. Angelus rolls forward immediately though, straight onto his feet as he turns around and finds himself glaring straight at Sarah now. The crowd begins to cheer as both competitors freeze, glaring at one another and beginning to walk around one another.

Dan: A lot of counter wrestling between these two athletes right here at the start of this Anarchy title match, leading into this standoff.

Tim: Ha, looks to me like River Angelus is having trouble keeping up with the ever agile and resourceful Sarah Punche.

Dan: What are you talking about, this has been a pretty equal contest thus far.

Sarah Punche now points to the center of the ring, instructing Angelus that no one can out wrestle her. The two individuals slowly step forward and reach out before Punche stops the attempt and instead delivers a riveting straight forearm into the side of River’s face. The crowd screams with displeasure as Angelus staggers backwards. Sarah steps in and delivers a stiff chop straight across River’s chest and now grabs his arm. She steps around it and applies a standing arm lock upon River, causing him to bend forward in the process. Sarah folds up his arm though, placing it around behind his back, establishing a key lock upon River and now stepping quickly around to the other side of his body. She now locks her legs around the other arm of Angelus while keeping him in the key lock as well. She falls sideways into the canvas suddenly, pulling River over onto his shoulders, still locked in both submission holds.

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Angelus kicks out, dropping onto his knees yet Punche maintains the key lock, keeping his arm tied up behind his back. River rises to his feet slowly while still being held in the submission, bent over forward with the key lock. He rises all the way up now as Punche switches around behind his back, changing up her hold into the hammerlock. Angelus grinds his teeth, trying to find a way out of this hold now that Punche has got him so perfectly locked in. Sarah suddenly pushes River downward, causing him to bend forward with the hammerlock still applied before she spins him around to face her. She now locks in a front gantry on River and drops in reverse, straight into a snap suplex. The crowd begins to boo the sight of the move as Sarah keeps the front gantry applied and rolls over onto her knees, dragging River with her in the process. She stands up slowly, forcing River to his feet and then stepping to his side, wrapping her arms around his neck. She utilizes a huge side headlock hip toss now, forcing Angelus over onto his back while she lands with her spine buried into his chest, keeping the side headlock firmly established. The fans are even more upset at the sight of Sarah tying together this last string of moves that has forced Angelus into this unsatisfying position. Sarah really has the submission locked in as well, digging in deep with her arms so as to cut off the air to Angelus’ noggin. River rolls to his side, forcing her over onto the back of her shoulders into a pinning predicament.

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Sarah pushes herself back over onto her posterior, still holding in the side headlock upon River, who’s lack of oxygen seems to be greatly effecting his performance and his body. River slowly begins to push himself upwards though, rolling over onto his knees and forcing Punche up as well. She gets onto her posterior, facing the same direction as River now, who is still trying to get his head free. He suddenly turns his body towards Punche, placing his head slightly under her chest before she drops down onto her stomach, forcing him downward as well. She still has the side headlock submission applied in a slightly modified position now when River pushes himself up into a head stand. The crowd begins to cheer at the sight of it before he falls over backwards, straight across the back of Punche’s shoulders. He wraps his legs around the far leg and locks up the other with his own arm before rolling over sideways. He pulls her up into a crucifix pinning position almost, much like he was in earlier.

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Punche rolls forward, towards Angelus and straight onto her posterior. As she does so though, Angelus rolls to face her direction, reaching up with his legs and wrapping them around the neck of Punche. He pulls her head down into a leg scissors sleeper hold. Some claps come from the arena as Angelus just seemed to flow perfectly into this hold, keeping Punche on the defensive. Sarah turns her body though, beginning to spin around to face River with her head still locked between his knees. River really establishes the submission as Punche scoots across her knees in a circular formation so that Angelus is forced to sit up on the canvas with their bodies forming a perfect straight line. Angelus still has her in the leg scissors sleeper when Punche pushes herself up into a headstand of her own this time. She is obviously trying to counter the same way River did just a few moments ago when she pushes herself up and out of the headstand, straight onto her feet in front of the seated Angelus. Sarah jumps forward, connecting with a stiff front dropkick straight to his face. The crowd groans at the sound of the impact as River crashes onto his back. River grabs his face yet rolls over backwards straight onto his feet after the blow, Punche standing up in front of him and charging in. As she does, River flips forward at her, reaching out and hooking his leg around her arm while placing the back of his leg in front of her shoulder. He pulls her over into a reverse roll so that she is lying stretched across her back upon the canvas. He rises to his feet, holding onto the ankle of Sarah that he grabbed a hold of and lifting it up into the air. He folds it over sideways and reaches out, grabbing the wrist of Punche. He pulls her arm under the folded leg and now reaches out, grabbing a hold of the other leg. He folds it over too and hooks it around under the wrist of Punche while placing her foot over the ankle of the other leg, wrapping them all up around one another. He now grabs her last free arm and wraps it up as well within the knotted legs. Punche now has both arms and both legs all wrapped around one another as River rolls her over onto her knees, hunched over the side of her face pressed to the canvas. River stands up and motions towards her as Punche tries to pull her wrist free from her legs, but is unable to do so. The crowd begins to cheer before Angelus steps forward and jumps into the air. As he flies over top of her he pushes down with his legs, driving his feet straight into the spine of Punche while she still all tangled up. The crowd groans at the viciousness of the double stomp as River bounces off of her spine and lands on his feet at her side. The force of the collision knocks her wrist and legs free as she spreads out across the canvas and rolls towards the center of the ring. Angelus rushes forward into the ropes now, jumping onto the second one and springing off. He flies at Sarah and connects with a lionsault as well.

Dan: What a combination of moves just utilized by River Angelus, I’ve never quite seen anything like that unusual submission that he just had her locked in, followed by those two deadly impacts.

Tim: Angelus definitely showing his well rounded in ring capabilities, but come on, we all know that Sarah Punche is just so much better, ten times greater than River can ever hope to become.

River Angeus still holds his ribs as he now drops down into a cover on Punche, quickly going for the pin to acquire the Anarchy title.

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Sarah Punche kicks out to the shock of several in the stands as Angelus sits up on the canvas, a rather annoyed expression residing upon his face. He rises to his feet now and grabs Punche around the neck, rolling her over onto her knees and then stepping to her side. He now moves in with a huge big knee straight into her face. The crowd groans with pure shock at the sight of the move as MISS Sarah rises to her feet with a dazed expression draped across her features. She stumbles and staggers as River now charges into the ropes right in front of Punche. He bounces off and comes back in when Punche jumps into the air and connects with a stiff back heel kick straight to the face of Angelus. The crowd once again unleashes a groan at the sound of the impact as River is taken down to the canvas. Punche lands on her hands and knees, looking somewhat tired after that last assault from the man who ended Daemon Frost’s wrestling career. She stands up slowly, still holding her spine and ribs while Angelus finally begins to stand up slowly, his body aching with pain. Punche steps in and blasts him across the chin with a right and now grabs his arm, folding it behind his back into the key lock, really establishing the submission before charging him forward at the turnbuckle. She obviously intends on throwing Angelus through the ropes into the exposed steel post but River stops the attempt, standing up straight and placing his foot on the top rope. He successfully blocks the move before he bends down and turns around to face Punche. He grabs her around the arm and connects with an arm drag, but as Punche is pulled over sideways she does a cartwheel across the canvas straight onto her feet once again. The fans begin to cheer the fast pace that these two are setting as Angelus rolls over onto his feet and charges at Miss Punche. Sarah ducks forward though, causing River Angelus to leap frog her and land on his feet behind her back. Punche charges into the opposite ropes now, bouncing off of them and coming back in at Angelus who drops onto his back and gets his feet up into the air. He is obviously setting up for the monkey toss with his legs but Punche stops herself. She steps to the side of Angelus now, grabbing his ankle and pulling his lower body into the air so that he is folded up like an accordion, the back of his head and shoulders pressed to the canvas. Punche now jumps into the air, coming down with a leg drop across the back of Angelus’ legs, pinning him down to the canvas as the crowd responds with a groan at the sight of this move as well.

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River somehow kicks out, dropping over onto his chest and stomach and immediately grabbing the back of his neck in pain as Punche rolls over onto her knees, appearing upset that she didn’t get the pin. Punche now rises to her feet and now grabs River around the neck. She pulls him to his feet and delivers a stiff chop across his chest, one as equally as devastating as the one she connected with earlier in the contest. Angelus stumbles backwards, trying to cover up after the brutal chop as Punche kicks him straight to the gut now and drags his head into her arm pit. She lifts her arm into the air and once again points at the ropes, as if she is determined to connect with the tornado DDT that she failed to hit earlier in this contest. Punche now rushes at the ropes and steps up them before River buries his hands to her gut, pushing her over the ropes, straight onto the apron. Sarah grabs the top rope and lands feet first on the apron to prevent from crashing to the outside mats as River turns in a complete circle to face her. Sarah launches a huge forearm straight into River’s face over the top rope, causing him to go into another spin. As he turns his back to Punche though, he flips over backwards suddenly and connects with a straight kick to the back of Sarah’s head, the paylay. A huge eruption pours from the stadium as Sarah’s eyes roll to the back of her, slowly turning to face the outside mats. She tumbles off of the apron, face first onto the mats with a hard collision as River rises onto his hands and knees, taking deep breaths. Everyone is still clapping as Angelus now rises to his feet on the inside of the ring, grabbing the top rope in order to help himself ascend upward. He gets both feet beneath him while Sarah tries to fight her way to her feet, her eyes still rolled to the back of her head. She is absolutely out of it after that hard kick to the noggin as she somehow gets her balance and begins to turn towards the ring. River now grabs the top rope and pulls himself over, flying at Punche and extending his legs out to his sides. He lands on Sarah’s shoulders and now flips over backwards, straight into a huge hurricarana. Punche flips completely over and crashes onto her back after the move while Angelus rises onto his knees, taking in another loud reaction from the crowd after his incredibly athletic move.

Tim: What the hell is all of this, how did River Angelus add some high flying moves to his arsenal, I always thought he was more technical than this.

Dan: River Angelus is one of those rare all around competitors who can do just about anything in the ring, and I think he’s showing it right here tonight in this intense one on one Anarchy title match.

Punche rolls over, still with a very glazed look in her eyes as she begins to crawl towards the steps. She turns her back, leaning against them when River begins to step in, looking a bit winded as he does so when Sarah sits forward and grabs him by the front of his pants. She pulls him down violently, face first into the stairs, causing him to bash off as he now stands up with a confused expression upon his face. Punche rises to her feet, still looking dazed as she grabs River by the back of his head and pants. She now rushes him straight at the steel steps and throws him down viciously into them, his body bashing off brutally. Angelus turns with his spine pressed to the stairs with a lost expression in his eyes as Sarah Punche staggers in the direction of the apron, leaning upon it and taking several deep breaths. Sarah steps towards her now, placing her foot to the throat of Angelus, burying her boot deeply into his jugular. Angelus begins to try and pull the boot away from his throat, his face flushing red as he gags for air. The referee is still standing on the inside of the ring, counting to seven, about to disqualify both individuals. Sarah rolls into the ring and then rolls back out, staying on the offensive as Angelus begins to crawl towards the barricade. He grabs a hold of it, beginning to drag himself upward, straight onto his feet when Punche steps in and grabs him by the back of his head. She pulls Angelus’ head back and then slams him face first hard into the barricade, he bashes off viciously and turns away from the steel structure, turning to face the ring. Sarah steps up behind him, grabbing the back of River’s head and his pants, dragging him towards the ring and rolling him under to the inside. Angelus rolls to the center of the ring and now lies motionless upon the canvas as Sarah turns, pointing to herself with a sick smile on her face, although she is quite clearly still feeling the effects of that kick she was hit with earlier. Angelus lies on his back upon the canvas as Sarah rises onto the apron and grabs the top rope. She now pulls herself over with a sideways corkscrew splash right across the chest of Angelus. She rolls off of him and onto her posterior as Angelus covers up, rolling onto his side and kicking his legs in the process. Sarah sits up on the canvas with another grin showcased upon her features. Punche feels that she most definitely has things in control, rising to her feet and grabbing Angelus by the back of the head. She rolls him over onto his knees and throws a right into his face, before taking a step back and kicking him hard to the side of the face, causing him to fall backwards into the ropes, grabbing his chin. He falls with his neck over the second rope as Punche takes a step in reverse, pointing down at Angelus with a slight grin on her face once again. She rushes into the opposite ropes now and bounces off, coming back in with a great burst of speed, straight at River. Angelus stands up though and turns around to face Punche, ducking a lariat now as he charges across the ring. He staggers, gripping his spine from that collision with the stairs as he bounces off of the opposite ropes and comes charging back in at Sarah. Punche turns around to face him and then catches River around the waist as he goes into a tilt a whirl head scissors almost. He breaks his legs away from the neck of Punche though, landing on his feet beside Punche and now hooking his leg around hers. He drops back into a huge Russian Leg Sweep. He keeps his arm wrapped around the neck of Sarah though and continues to roll in reverse, pulling Punche with him. They both end up on their feet now as River pulls back on Punche and then connects with a leg sweep face buster, straight down into the canvas. The crowd erupts into cheers at the sight of the combination move which causes Punche’s face to bash off of the canvas violently. She rolls onto her back, grabbing her nose and kicking her legs in pain while River keeps his hand over his lower back and now crawls desperately into the cover.

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Sarah kicks out with mere seconds to spare, causing Angelus to roll onto his side, looking incredibly agitated with sweat rolling down his frame.

Dan: Oh, I thought Angelus might have had the victory there with that intense combination move, the Russian Leg Sweep followed up directly with the breakdown.

Tim: Nothing is going to keep Punche down, she knows that the Anarchy title is a FUF championship, it can’t be demeaned by being held by someone like River Angelus.

River Angelus rises to his feet slowly and now points at the top rope, causing the entire arena to begin clapping, realizing that he is going to perhaps hit a high flying move. He grabs the top rope and begins to scale it with a very exhausted expression upon his face while Sarah tries to work her way upwards, attempting to the best of her abilities to reach her feet. Angelus slowly begins to position himself upon the top rope, trying to obtain his balance with the side of his body turned in the direction of Punche. Sarah suddenly stands up and rushes in now, scaling the ropes and burying the back of her head and shoulders to the rib cage of Angelus, setting up for a super Samoan drop . River throws a right hand into the face of Sarah, followed by another vicious shot straight to her forehead. Angelus turns his body in the direction of Punche and now jumps off the top rope, floating over Sarah. He lands on his feet directly under it, placing his shoulders to the back of her thighs and now rushing out of the corner. He drags Punche off onto his shoulders before stepping forward and dropping down into a vicious sit-down powerbomb, his shoulders pinned to the back of Sarah’s legs.

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Sarah kicks out, rolling over backwards in the process and reaching for her spine. She gets onto her knees, glaring into the face of Angelus as she grabs his legs and lifts them into the air. She places them over her shoulders and rolls over sideways, somehow obtaining the strength to push Angelus over onto his chest as she sits directly on top of his upper back, both of his legs placed over her shoulders in a version of a liontamer. River begins to shout in pain, finding himself in absolute shock that he is being held in this submission after he just powerbombed her so viciously into the canvas. Punche really has the hold locked in while grimacing from the pain in her kidney area as River lifts his hand into the air, looking prepared to tap out after the damage that was done to his spine with that collision into the steps. Angelus digs his fingers into the palm of his hands, beginning to scramble his way in the direction of the ropes. He buries his fingers into the canvas, beginning to physically drag himself in the direction of the ropes. He shouts and grinds his teeth while shaking his head back and forth, refusing to tap out. He continues to crawl, scrambling towards the ropes, trying to keep himself from submitting, from tapping out to this hold. Sarah looks as if she is having trouble keeping the hold locked in, feeling the effects of that powerbomb as well as that vicious combination move she was struck with earlier. Angelus continues to scale his way towards the ropes, reaching out for them and then grabbing the bottom rope. The crowd begins to cheer as they see that River has made it to the ropes and broken up the attempt at the submission. Punche shakes her head, covered in sweat and refusing to relinquish the submission upon a roaring Angelus. The referee begins a five count, about to disqualify her when Sarah finally breaks the modified liontamer and steps forward. She bends over grabbing her lower back as River rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring. He drops onto the mats upon his feet and then falls to his knees as the pain in his back becomes too severe for him to withstand. Sarah slowly begins to stands completely upright on the inside of the ring now, taking several deep breaths with an annoyed expression on her exhausted face before she glares at the turnbuckle, and then at River on the outside of the ring. Angelus is trying to stand as Punche now rushes at the turnbuckle she was just glaring at and jumps onto the middle rope connected to it. She bounces off and now turns her body, jumping over the perpendicular set of ropes and flying at Angelus with some type of full body splash. Angelus turns around though and jumps into the air, he connects with a straight, unbelievable dropkick straight to her rib-cage as she was flying through the air. Punche is knocked out of the air, collapsing onto her spine upon the mats. The crowd now chimes in with a huge holy shit chant at the sight of the very acrobatic counter which has knocked Sarah out of the air, and all of the oxygen out of her lungs. Punche grimaces in absolute pain as she rolls back and forth, gripping her ribs in a great deal of discomfort as Angelus tries to pull himself up by utilizing the apron. He is full of sweat and staggering a bit as he leans against the apron for support and now stumbles in the direction of Punche. He grabs her by the hair, physically dragging her to her feet and now rolling her into the ring under the ropes. Sarah ends up on her elbows and knees, full of sweat, droplets pouring from her body and onto the canvas while she wraps her arms around her mid-section. River rolls into the ring and now crawls into the cover relatively quickly, pushing her over onto her back and hooking her leg.

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Sarah shoots her shoulder off of the canvas, causing River to sit up on the canvas with a very, very agitated expression upon his face. Angelus seems to be absolutely fuming over the fact that he didn’t obtain the pinfall over Punche in this intense, physical Anarchy title match.

Tim: look at Punche, isn’t it great? She’s showing the heart of a champion, she’s demonstrating to River what a real title holder is all about.

Dan: Punche is showing some remarkable determination, kicking out of that sick dropkick to her ribs a few moments ago and prolonging this incredible one on one contest for the Anarchy Championship.

Angelus rises to his feet and stomps Punche to the forehead, almost falling over in the process. He steps in and stomps her to the forehead once again. River staggers before grabbing a hand full of Punche’s hair once again. He drags her to her feet in a very slowly, painful fashion, both competitors bodies having to be overwhelmed with anguish over everything they’ve thus far thrown at one another here in the opening of this Bloody Massacre extravaganza. He pulls Punche onto her knees when Sarah throws a forearm into his gut, somehow staging a comeback as she keeps her other arms wrapped around her ribs. She now throws a second forearm into his mid-section. The fans begin to boo as Punche connects with a right to the jaw of River, staggering him. Sarah rises to her feet and connects with a second shot to his face, all the while keeping her arm draped over her midsection. Angelus is stumbling now, about to be taken down when Punche throws another right hand. Angelus ducks under it, though as both opponents spin around to face one another. Angelus now jumps into the air and connects with a step up enzugari straight to the back of Punche’s head. The crowd begins to cheer on what they just witnessed, absolutely stunned by the sheer stiffness of the kick as Sarah’s eyes roll to the back of her head, yet somehow remains standing. River scoots across his knees, turning to face Punche and then rising to his feet. He kicks her to the gut now and drags her into a front gantry, setting up for the Final Credits as he does a throat cut taunt. Punche suddenly grabs him by the back of the head though and wraps her leg around one of River’s falling to her side and pulling him down into a small package to the shock of everyone in the arena.

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Angelus kicks out in the same instance as he wraps his arm around her neck, rolling over sideways as he gets his legs untangled. He drags Punche with him and then stands up, forcing her onto her feet and setting up for the Final Credits (Modified Suplex) once again. He lifts her into the air this time before she can respond when Punche pulls her head free and slides down the back of Angelus. She wraps her arms around his waist, rolling him over in reverse into a pinning predicament with her shoulders buried into the back of his legs.

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Angelus rolls over backwards though, rising to his feet and rushing backwards into the ropes. He bounces off of them in an exhausted fashion and then comes charging back in at Punche. She drops onto her back, getting her feet into the air for a monkey toss attempt when River dives forward, jumping over her legs and then rolling forward across the canvas. He rises to an upright position and then jumps into the air, landing feet first upon the top rope. Punche turns and begins to stand up when River launches himself off into a clothesline, the Falling Angel. Sarah ducks the attempt, causing River to crash into the canvas across his knees and then roll over sideways in the direction of the ropes. River grabs his knees as he rolls over onto his side, Punche rising to her feet and stepping towards him, having successfully avoided both of his highly offensive moves. She steps towards River quickly, grabbing him around the back of his head and rhn rolling him over onto his knees. She buries his head between her thighs, setting up for the Final Curtain. The crowd begins to boo once more as Punche lifts her arm into the air, driving it over the back of River, and then doing it again and again. Suddenly River turns his body though, burying his shoulders to the ribs of Punche and standing up straight. Sarah has a shocked look in her eyes to be held in the fireman’s carry when Angelus whips her around and grabs her around the neck in the process. Sarah lands feet first upon the canvas in front of River who now has a front gantry applied as he lifts her into the air and drops back. The Final Credits! The entire arena erupts as Punche’s body slams violently into the canvas, sitting up as a result of the impact with a very confused expression in her eyes. She now drops onto her back as River crawls into the cover quickly. He hooks her leg as the fans count along, the referee dropping to the canvas and slapping it in a hurry.

Dan: The Final Credits, River hit it, he hit it!

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The entire arena erupts before they witness Punche’s arm shoot from the canvas. River sits on the canvas, his jaw having dropped in absolute shock that Punche kicked out of his finishing move. He runs his hands through his hair, unable to believe what just transpired.

Tim: Punche kicked out, she kicked out, thank God.

Dan: That was so close, so very, very close, I thought Angelus had the title won.

Tim: I thought it was almost over there for a second too, my heart still hasn’t stopped racing.

Angelus remains seated up on the canvas with a very intense expression on his face. His cheeks are absolutely trembling with anger as he now rises to his feet and turns around to face Punche. He stomps her to the chest, and then to the forehead. River grabs Punche by the hair now, rolling her over onto her knees and then throwing fist into her forehead, looking absolutely engulfed with hatred for the young lady. He now bends forward and places Punche in the front gantry, signaling for the Final Credits yet again, stating that this thing is going to be over, right here, right now. He lifts Punche into the air now up above his head in position for the modified suplex. Punche places her hands to the shoulders of River though, pushing herself up out of the front gantry and then reaching out with her legs. She wraps them around the neck of Angelus and then drops backwards, pulling River over into the pinning hurricarana. Before a count can be made though, Punche rolls over onto her back, dragging Angelus onto his knees with her legs still wrapped around his neck. She now stands up, pushing herself onto her feet and switching her legs around the head of River so that he is bent forward, his head tucked between her thighs. Punche lifts her arm into the air and now swings down violently, pushing Angelus down to the canvas face first with the Final Curtain. The crowd erupts into boos at the sight of this as Angelus’ face bounces off of the ring and he rolls onto his back.

Tim: The Final Curtain! Sarah hit it, this match is over.

Dan: What a counter by Sarah Punche, out of the Final Credits into the Final Curtain.

Sarah crawls into the cover quickly, hooking the leg of Angelus.

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The crowd has an even more harsh reaction as Sarah sits up on the canvas with a very pleased expression upon her face, a smile forming across her features. She seems absolutely shocked that she pulled off this victory against a 2 time former Livewire Champion.

Tim: Punche has done it, she’s retained the Anarchy title after a grueling battle.

Dan: Well, I hate to admit it, but she earned this victory, River may have took her to her absolute limits, but she was able to pull out the win with that brilliant counter move.

River lies on the canvas, rolling over slowly with a look of surprise on his face. Punche rises to her feet as the referee now hands her the Anarchy title. She takes the strap and lifts it into the air with sweat racing down her exhausted frame.


BACKSTAGE


(Robin Brooks is seen with a cheer from the fans watching in the arena area, her TV title is seen lying next to her as she laces up her boots, her mind is focused and her eyes seem set on one final battle with Damage Inc in a bid to finally claim the tag titles that are rightfully hers. Suddenly a knock at the door comes to her dressing room, she smiles and rolls her eyes.)

Robin: Killy, I said one minute, I promise I am coming ok?

Girl, I have just arrived, you don’t need to be cumming on my account!’

(The fans suddenly go wild as a smiling Poppa Cherry appears in the doorway held up by Crutches, Robin just looks up jaw dropped with a grin before suddenly jumping in excitement to see him back in a ULW arena, she hugs him and just steps back to see the crutches.)

Robin: What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at home resting?

Poppa: What? And miss Robin Brooks kicking the hell out of Damage Inc to reclaim those tag titles they don’t deserve, not a chance!!

Robin: Aww that’s sweet.

(Poppa just nods and shrugs to the laughter of the fans before his expression then turns serious.)

Poppa: But I gotta ask you something – are you prepared?

Robin: What kind of a question is that, of course I am, Liam doesn’t stand a hope.

Poppa: I am not talking about Liam, I am talking about all three members of Damage Inc, I know how they work and believe me, they won’t let Liam do this alone, you need backup – what is Killjoy and Silencer doing?

Robin: Oh, I can’t distract them, they have a big match with FUF tonight.

(Poppa clicks his fingers and mutters ‘damn’ under his breath before looking up at Robin.)

Poppa: Fine, then I’m coming to the ring with you.

Robin: NO! You are hurt, you can’t come to the ring, what if they just make your injury worse, you could be out even longer.

Poppa: Robin I am not going to let you go out there on your own – understand me?

(Robin just goes silent allowing the cheers of the fans to be heard at the announcement, she then speaks up again.)

Robin: Fine, but we are still 2 against 3, hardly great odds especially considering you are barely able to walk at the moment.

Poppa: Your right…Guess I have a favour to call on, an old friend of mine who helped me train for this place…

Robin: Who?

Poppa: …You’ll see.

(Poppa just gives a wide smile before turning and leaving the room, Robin just raises her arms in a questioning manner before looking in the direction Poppa hobbled off.)

Robin: Who damn it?


BACKSTAGE


A negative reaction, loud and drawn out reverberates through the backstage corridors as the Annihilation World Heavyweight title belt comes into the view of the camera. The camera pans out slowly, revealing the masked features of Psycho, preventing from sight all but his determined, slightly deranged eyes as he continues down the long corridor. His championship is glistening brightly, sparkles emanating from it’s surface as Psycho glares down at it and then looks to his side ever so briefly.

Psycho: That’s right Izzy, tonight in the night, the final battle, the epic conclusion, the night that FUF cements their status, cements their legacies and finally puts down the scurge known as Annihilation. Oh yes Izzy, it’s going to be an evening unlike any evening in the history of this organization, I mean, it’s hard to even interpret the feeling....

Psycho stops abruptly, his eyes centering upon something behind the camera as his head tilts. The camera turns around slowly, focusing upon Nathan Creed, dressed in a Future t-shirt and his wrestling attire clinging to his body below. Psycho glares at him closely, both men’s eyes centered upon one another in a state of anger. Nathan, arms crossed, steps forward, getting within a few inches of the Annihilation World Champion, his eyes shifting the golden plate over the shoulder of Psycho.

Nathan: Well, well, if it isn’t Psycho, if it isn’t the biggest disgrace to the World title in the history of the ULW.

Psycho seemingly chuckles beneath his mask.

Psycho: And if it isn’t the greatest disgrace to a professional wrestling ring in the history of, well, professional wrestling.

Psycho chuckles at the conclusion of his response as Nathan’s eyes shift back and forth, as if not effected by the statement.

Psycho: Alright, enough with the rhetorical, lame exchange of insults, let’s get down to it, why the hell are you standing in my corridor, in my way?

Nathan’s eyes return to the masked face of Psycho, full of intensity as he steps up to him.

Nathan: I just wanted to let you know, rather I lose here tonight or not, job or no job, nothing is going to stop me from getting my hands upon you one on one in the center of the ring. You started something a few weeks ago, and I intend on finishing it. After all, I refuse to be bested by someone who is no more than a little lap dog for Johnny Kingdom, his little he-bitch.

Psycho pulls his head back, glaring at the ceiling, unleashing a slight chuckle as he glares into the features of Creed once more.

Psycho: Firstly Nathan, I don’t care what you have planned, or what you have envisoned. Like you stated, I started this, and I’ll be the one who provides the conclusion that it deserves. I’m sure I’ll be able to get my hands on you in that unemployment line your sure to be standing in after tonight. But more importantly, I have not, nor will I ever, be Johnny Kingdom’s slave, I don’t follow the orders of a delusional madman, I follow my own rules and my own standards. Fuck Johnny Kingdom, and fuck you.

Psycho pokes Nathan to the chest as Creed looks up into his face, forming a slight grin now.

Nathan: What was that Psycho, did you say fuck Johnny Kingdom?

Psycho: You know damn well that’s what I said you idiot, take a bath for once and clean your eats you fool...

The camera pans out slowly, revealing Johnny Kingdom standing behind the back of Psycho, listening to this entire conversation with the FUF World title belt over his shoulders. Before Psycho says anything else though he slowly turns around, finding himself glaring into the features of the FUF Champion, Kingdom wearing a very egotistical, yet upset expression upon his features. Nathan slowly backs away, chuckling to himself and vacating the scene while Psycho and Kingdom continue their stare down.

Psycho: Johnny, how long have you been standing there?

Kingdom: Long enough Psycho.

Psycho begins to nod his head while straightening the gold over his shoulder.

Psycho: Oh well, no matter then, it isn’t like my opinion on you is any type of secret. So what’s next, some type of long winded speech about playing by the rules, about how you gave me everything, because I’ve heard it before.

A slight grin formulates upon the features of Kingdom.

Johnny: Oh no, I’m tired of preaching to idiots who are too narrow minded, and too easily manipulated by the opposition to obtain a single rational thought. No, I thought I’d do the next best thing, you see I heard what you had to say about Vivian over the week, so I thought I’d tell you straight up, open your mouth again, and I’ll kill you.

Psycho acts a bit taken back by the comment as Kingdom steps up into his face.

Kingdom: I’m not talking out of my ass either Psycho, I’m serious. I swear to God if the word Vivian, ever pours from your lips again, I’ll take a cable, wrap it around your throat and squeeze until your eyes pop from their sockets and blood oozes from your ears. And the same thing will happen to you if you try to undermine my authority out there tonight in the ten man tag. So for once, stop listening to the opinions of others, stop allowing yourself to be controlled by outside forces and start thinking about what matters. Get over your God damn ego and get your head straight, or I’ll fucking kill you.

Johnny steps around Psycho , marching down the corridor as the Annihilation World Champion turns and watches him walk away. He seems almost slightly offended by this statement before he shakes his head.

Psycho: Well, I can see that this is going to be a fun evening.


ROBIN BROOKS VS. LIAM KNOWLES
STEEL CAGE MATCH FOR TAG TEAM TITLE


The camera returns to the ring where several flashing lights are going off all around a steel cage that is beginning to lower around the ring.

Dan Douglas: Well Tim the next match is one I have personally been waiting for because it is the moment that Robin Brooks can FINALLY get her Tag Team Championship back and not only that, if she wins here tonight, she gets both belts and can name anybody to be her tag team partner!

Tim May: But she won’t! Damage Inc are in the house to keep there name and there PPV record is not one to ignore, they have won something at every Pay Per View so far in there ULW Career and tonight will be no exception plus to boot, how is Robin going to beat Liam, she is a woman!

Dan Douglas: Her sex has nothing to do with this, she is also the TV Champion and STILL one half of the tag team champions whether Damage Inc like it or not and it should be about time that Robin Brooks finally got to hold that title proudly!

(Before I Forget by Slipknot suddenly hits the speakers and the fans stand to there feet booing loudly as the highlight reel for the entire team of Damage Inc begins to play over the big screen showing some of there biggest moments including there destruction of Poppa Cherry and Scott Scorpion in recent months, suddenly the curtains move aside and Liam Knowles is seen wearing one half of the tag team championships over his shoulder, the stolen half, the other is around the shoulder of Brad Dickie who also walks out alongside Waylon Spencer as the three men just stare over the fans at the top of the ramp to a huge eruption of hatred from society. They ignore it though and just head down the ramp talking trash to members of the front row before eventually reaching the ring, Waylon and Brad just walk around different sides of the ring and just wait either side of it as Liam steps inside and just holds Robins title in the air as the fans boo loudly back at him before just handing the title to the official and jumping from foot to foot as he waits for the entrance of Robin Brooks.)

Dan Douglas: I still find it hard to believe that this trio can honestly take the credit for those titles, they attacked Robin Brooks after a hard fought match at the end of War of the Worlds last month and have since managed to just sneak away every week and hold onto the gold and now look at them, all three of them like dogs waiting to pounce on an unprepared prey.

Tim May: First of all, I’ve said this a million times, but just for you ill say it again, Brad and Waylon are merely here for moral support that’s it and how do you know Robin isn’t prepared? If she is as good as you keep saying she is, then maybe she should be.

Dan Douglas: How can you be prepared for all three members of Damage Inc by yourself? Poppa Cherry couldn’t do it, Scott Scorpion couldn’t, so how is little Robin Brooks meant to do it?

(Suddenly Rumour by Linday Lohan hits the speakers as the fans go wild with cheers, on the highlight reel the name of Robin Brooks flashes followed by scenes of her matches past and present, the eruption is loud as ever for maybe one of the fastest rising stars in ULW history and the only current double champion in the federation, suddenly the curtain pull aside and Robin steps out looking nervous as she glances at all three members of Damage Inc before walking half way down the ramp before suddenly her nervous expression changes to one of a huge grin as she suddenly just points back to the curtained area causing explosions to fly from the stage area as a familiar sounds takes over her music!! The fans stand in shock for a few moments before suddenly, BULLSEYE!!! ULW HALL OF FAMER BULLSEYE!!! Bullseye walks out beside Poppa Cherry who remains on cruches and the fans just go nuts nearly blowing the roof of the arena as the former Livewire, TV and Hardcore champion Bullseye makes his way down the ramp as does Poppa, both men joining Robin as Damage Inc look to be in shock at this shaking there heads and shouting abuse in the direction of the trio. Liam is as shocked and off put by this as anyone else as suddenly Robin breaks into a sprint for the ring.)

Dan Douglas: MY GOD! IT’S BULLSEYE! IT’S BULLSEYE! HE IS BACK TO HELP ROBIN BROOKS!

Tim May: NO! I don’t believe this! He left ULW, he left damn it, security, security!!

Dan Douglas: Nobody is going to stop them, Poppa Cherry and Bullseye are here to even up the odds and what a night this has already been and now it has just got even better, this is just amazing.

(Robin slides under the bottom rope with momentum and adrenalin on her side, Liam however just lunges at her but she ducks his arm and just turns to face him hitting him with a sharp right hand and another knocking him back into the ropes before throwing him across the ring but Liam counters and sends Robin but she jumps into a handstand and hits the ropes with her calves before coming back at Liam with momentum as she lands back on her feet and instantly jumps in the air knocking him off his feet with a big flying back elbow that has the fans jumping up and down with excitement as she just climbs back to her feet quickly, Liam in a daze also does the same thing but falls backwards into the ropes allowing Robin to charge him and hit him with a huge clothesline that takes him right over the ropes to the outside! Brad and Waylon instantly run to him to make sure he is ok but Robin wastes no time and just runs off the far ropes before flying over the ropes at the three standing men before hitting them with a corkscrew splash taking them all down as the fans go nuts. She gets right back up and just grabs Liam by the head before rolling him in the ring and jumping on the apron, Liam is in a daze and just staggers to his feet in the ring before turning as Robin leaps onto the top rope and then flies off wrapping her legs around the head of Knowles before throwing him with a Hurricanrana that has him fly right back up into a sitting position from the momentum of the move. Robin is instantly back to her feet and just grabs him by the head again lifting him to his feet and pushing him back into a corner before slapping a chop across his chest, she then stands on the middle rope and slams some right hands into his head but Liam suddenly counters to boos from the fans by lifting Robin onto his shoulders into a powerbomb position, he steps out from the corner and then throws her high and behind him trying to have her slam face first into the ringpost, but Robin shows cat like reflexes as she holds her balance on the middle rope before leaping to the top rope as Liam turns to see his handy work only to have Robin Brooks springboard off the top turnbuckle with a version of her midnight dream moonsault right onto him taking him to the mat and right into a cover,

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No! Kickout By Liam at the very last second to boos from the fans. Poppa and Bullseye are just clapping to the fans getting them to join in as a chant for Robin begins.)

Dan Douglas: I am the first to admit it, I was wrong, Robin was ready for this match and her plan has really taken Liam Knowles off guard and Damage Inc are paying big time now as Robin Brooks really takes the match to Chaos here a former EWR legend let me add.

Tim May: This isn’t right Dan, Poppa is meant to be out injured and Bullseye is long retired, neither of them should be hear, this is just not right!

Dan Douglas: Poppa is injured you idiot, why the hell do you think he has a pair of crutches as for Bullseye, he is a legend for this company and a legend in this industry, if he wants to be here, he has every right.

(Robin just gets back to her feet and once again walks out onto the apron before climbing to the top rope as the official checks on Liam who is on all fours, while this is going on suddenly Brad Dickie jumps onto the ring apron and just shakes the ropes causing Robin to fall on her private parts hard causing the fans to cringe at the impact before booing loudly at the interference as Bullseye just makes a charge around the ring getting the attention of the official who leaps out of the ring to stop any fighting around the ring apron, as this happens Liam stands up as if nothing was wrong with him before, he grabs Robin who is still sat on the top rope and just climbs to the top rope himself before lifting her to her feet he then hooks her around the head and turns back toward the ring slightly before flying off taking Robin by the head and bringing her down with an Ace Crusher from the top rope bouncing her off his shoulder and to the mat beside him, a hurt and dazed Liam Knowles just sits up as the fans boo loudly at this.

He has time on his side now and just rolls back to his feet as Robin just lays nearly motionless on her side holding her face in pain, Liam however is not done, he grabs her by the hair and just lifts her to her feet before holding her against the ropes and just hitting a big chop across her chest and then another and then a third to boos from the surrounding audience, he then throws her across the ring, as she comes back at him thought she tries for a clothesline but Liam ducks it and hooks her in a half nelson before grabbing her between the legs and in one quick movement throws her onto his shoulders and hits a big swinging Samoan drop, he then goes for the cover,

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Dan Douglas: BIG COUNTER!! Robin Brooks hit a big DDT and now Liam is down!

Tim May: Damn it, Liam was trying to big a move for a women not beaten down enough, he is trying to end it to swiftly!

(Both Brooks and Knowles are on the ground but Liam is slowly picking himself up and grabs the middle rope holding the back of his head, across from him on the opposite side of the ring, Robin grabs the top rope getting back to her feet but as she does Liam stands and runs at her with an angry charge, Robin sees it coming though and just ducks down before lifting him high over the ropes and back to the outside of the ring causing the fans to cheer once again. Robin however isn’t finished there, she turns to see Liam quickly getting back up and just runs up at the turnbuckle post nearest her matrix style and flying to the outside with a big crossbody but Liam catches her across his chest and just holds her with a smile before throwing her onto his shoulders, but as he does he loses his grip on her and she falls to the ground behind him grabbing him by the head on her way down holding him for another reverse DDT but suddenly she just twists him as she lowers to the ground and hits him with a huge modified Diamond Cutter on the outside before just sending excitement buzzing around the fans as she nips back to her feet instantly and just gives them a reassuring smile.

She grabs Liam who hasn’t moved from the surface of the floor since she hit him with the move and just lifts him to his feet holding him against the announce table before just grabbing his arm to throw him at the apron but Liam digs his heels in and doesn’t budge, suddenly he just tugs his arm back toward him sending Robin jolting back in his direction allowing him to lift her high and drop her with a flapjack right over the announce table causing her to slam off the surface and just fall hard to the safety mats as Liam shakes the cobwebs from his head and just stumbles back into the ring breaking the count. Bullseye just runs round to Robin and begins talking in her trying to motivate her back to her feet, with the count from the referee starting up again she needs to get back in the ring to stay in the match, the official reaches six and Robin gets to all fours as Bullseye just begins shouting in her ear, she sits up and looks at him before suddenly nodding and getting to her feet, the referee shouts nine and Robin to a cheer from the fans just rolls back in the ring but is instantly met with a stomp from Liam and another one and another he then leans down and grabs Robin by the hair before lifting her to her feet and holding her against the ropes, he throws her across the ring and goes for a wild clothesline that Robin easily ducks out of the way off before hitting the ropes she was originally thrown from only to leap at the turning Liam and fly around his body before using the momentum to throw him with a big arm drag that dazes him for a minute and causes him to stagger back into the corner, Robin then rushes him and hits a big splash on him before grabbing his arm and twisting it by the wrist, she then digs her other shoulder into the armpit of Liam and wraps it around his head before dropping him to the mat with a neckbreaker that applies a certain amount of pressure to the shoulder as well, Liam just lays on the mat seemingly lifeless as Robin just stands back up to a huge eruption as she taunts for her finisher The Flying Star, she steps to the apron and climbs to the top rope before leaping off, SHE HIT IT, SHE HIT IT!! She makes the cover,

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NO!!! WAYLON PULLED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING!)

Dan Douglas: What the hell!?! Waylon Spencer just dragged the official out and this should be a DQ for Damage Inc, damn it, damn it, damn it!

Tim May: Waylon is just full of intelligence, this is strategy Douglas and you damn well know it the referee won’t disqualify him because- WHOA!

(Suddenly in anger Waylon just takes the officials head nearly right off with a huge clothesline that turns the official inside out, however as he does the fans go nuts as Bullseye just runs around the ring and slams a right hand into the jaw of Waylon and another and another as the attention turns toward the hall of fame Bullseye going mad with right hands on the Damage Inc leader, Robin Brooks however just remains distracted by the official on the floor, without her realising it Brad Dickie has not entered the ring and Liam is up to one knee behind her as well, she just throws her arms up to her side shouting for someone to help her figure out what to do, she then turns and sees Brad just in enough time to throw her foot up for a kick but Brad grabs it and Liam is coming up from behind her, but suddenly Robin just throws her weight onto the caught foot of hers and uses it to propel her over Liam Knowles grabbing his head on her way over before dropping him with an impressive reverse DDT, before Brad can do anything though the fans go nuts as Poppa enters the ring and slams a crutch over the head of Brad knocking him to the mat hard before seeing him roll out of the ring in pain.

On the outside of the ring Waylon just ducks a right hand from Bullseye and slams the legend into the guardrail, he then notices the bad luck of his team and angrily slides in the ring behind the celebrating Poppa and Robin, they both turn and he just hits them both with a spear that takes them both of there feet before standing up and stomping hard on Poppa Cherry over and over again, he then trash talks the two of them before smiling as Robin begins to get to all fours, he just poses himself ready to attack as soon as she stands up, surprisingly the fans are going mad with cheers and Waylon is just laughing the reception, suddenly though Poppa shocks him as he throws him the other crutch causing Waylon to catch it, suddenly the Damage Inc members realises the fans are not cheering for him at all, he turns and Bullseye just spears him so hard the Crutch breaks in half at the impact as it slams into the rib area of Waylon!! Waylon just rolls out of the ring and the cheers from the fans have not lowered as Robin Brooks takes the opportunity once more to climb the ropes, the official is now back in the ring and she flies high, FLYING STAR!! SHE HITS IT AGAIN, SHE COVERS,

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Dan Douglas: Unbelievable! I am in pure shock, the spear by Bullseye, a sight we haven’t seen for a long, long time, two Flying Stars by Robin and the return, even for just tonight of Poppa Cherry, this is amazing, just amazing!

Tim May: No, no, no, Damage Inc will never live this down, they lost to a women, they lost to Robin Brooks of all people, they lost the tag titles at last.

Dan Douglas: Yes they did and she deserved the victory, Robin Brooks as I said before is maybe the fastest rising star in ULW history and tonight is yet another great night for her, finally Damage Inc have been bought down and what a site this is to end a great match.

(Robin just holds her new tag championships, both belts as Bullseye straps the TV title around her waist and to a huge eruption from the fans Poppa and Bullseye both lift an arm each one tag title hanging from both of her hands as the trio of wrestlers celebrate a big win, Robin just hugs Poppa and then Bullseye before posing for the fans one more time as the shot heads backstage.)

Dan: What a match, Robin Brooks finally regaining her tag team title straps, and now she has the opportunity to choose whomever she wishes to be the new co-holder of her gold.

Tim: It’s a travesty, but I’ll tell you what isn’t a travesty, what we’re about to witness next.


VIDEO PACKAGE


The words FUF appear across the screen in bold red lettering as Forget to Remember by Slipknot begins to play in the background.

What have I done?
Where have I come from?
When I burnt the backs with the sun through a glass did I seal the loss that's become me?

Feeling undone
What have I become?
When I turned my back on you I turned my back on myself and became this machine

AWOL is shown with the FUF World Heavyweight title belt in his hands as muschroom clouds shoot from both sides of the stage at his sides. This image is replaced however, by footage of Daemon Frost standing up on the outside of the ring upon a turnbuckle, lifting the FUF belt into the air as the crowd goes into a frenzy throughout the stands. An image of Hellkat is now provided with sweat racing down her face, melting her paint, as she holds the gold above her head, standing over Frost in the process. Orlando Cruze is now shown gripping the cage wall of the weapons lair with the FUF title belt over his shoulders, wearing a surreal expression on his face as he stares across at a battered Hellkat. This image is shortly replaced though, featuring Johnny Kingdom pinning Daemon Frost in the glass chamber and now raising the FUF gold above his head, his entire body covered in a thick layer of blood.

Thoughtlessness
Selfishness
Hopelessness
Arrogant

I feel it on the inside
Twisting and contorting
Memory has shaped me once again

Still feel you on the inside
Biting through and stinging
Will I ever forget to remember?

Images of Daemon Frost are shown, capturing the World title from AWOL in the first ever Weapons Lair Match. We now see SPIDER shoving the face of Hurse into a pie before it shifts into more chaotic images. Conrad Gray is shown a bloody mess, tied to a chair as AWOL stands over him with a grin. Johnny Kingdom is showcased now, connecting with a steel chair shot straight to the head of Daemon Frost, before cutting to the current FUF World Heavyweight Champion forcing Gerard Angelo to tap out to the Lesson in Leadership. Curtis Jack cuts into the camera’s frame, delivering the Clocked on numerous individuals, hitting AWOL to the jaw with the move, as well connecting with the shot straight to the jaw of Johnny Kingdom. “Flocked up Fridays” cuts across the screen as Ash Fierro, Gerard Angelo, Killswitch and Angela are shown brutalizing several individuals in the ring. Mario Lemeuax is featured cracking a hockey stick over the back of Derek Steel before it immediately shifts into an image of Lethal Weapon connecting with the Golden Bullet Spear on AWOL. Bob is now shown delivering a huge splash on Daemon Frost out of a corner.

Shadows in the sun
Filter through us
Still wrestle the demons that arrested me as a child
Confession rejected
We grow up
To give up
People step on the cracks for wounds owed paid back
Through the words of surrender

Emptiness
Loneliness
Listlessness
Worthless

The faces of the Network members are shown in the ring now as Sheryl Gray makes her triumphant return to the FUF. Stevie James is now featured connecting with a huge flying elbow straight to the chest of an injured Seagreen. Sean Johnson is now shown getting face to face with Curtis Jack on the outside of an arena. An image pertaining to Hurse and Kingdom brutalizing the knee of Shane Leonard is now focused upon. A car is shown exploding in a field as Chapel is shown, slowly losing his grip on reality. Scott Scorpion is shown attacking Hellkat from behind as Seagreen watches on with a grin on his face. Desolation is now focused upon as he brutalizes Sean Johnson in the backstage area, throwing him repeatedly into walls. Psycho is shown dropkicking a chair into the face of Ingo Shesaki.

I feel it on the inside
Twisting and contorting
Memory has shaped me once again
Still feel you on the inside
Biting through and stinging
Will I ever forget to remember?

Can you save me?
From myself
From these memories
Can you save me?
From myself
From these memories

An ambulance is shown being crushed under the pressure of a hydraulic press. Psycho is now featured hitting Johnny Kingdom in the head with a 2x4 wrapped in barbwire. Daemon Frost and Johnny Kingdom are featured connecting with right hands on one another, battling up the steps in the process, fighting through the sold out crowd. Images of Chapel are shown striking Blaze with a steel chair over the spine several times. Chapel connects with a Crucifix off the top of the ramp and sends Blaze through almost a dozen tables. A semi truck is now shown crashing into the side of a large black truck, shattering it to pieces. Hurse is featured next, hitting an asai moonsault onto Nathan Creed in the center of the ring. This scene is replaced with footage of Hurse, Jon Rich and Ingo Shesaki assaulting Vivain in the ring when Johnny Kingdom makes his triumphant return. Ingo Shesaki is now shown being given the Golden Bullet Spear straight through a glass partition at the hands of Lethal Weapon. Too Magnificent and Michael Synclare are doused with black tar as well as feathers.

Surrender
To the shadows
Haunting inside
Bleed through you
Surrender to the secretes...inside
Lies within you

Johnny Kingdom is shown hitting the Exodus Finale on Curtis Jack from the top rope. This is cut into by imagery of Caleb Hart being hit with Alexander Fayt’s finishing move, before the scene shifts into Teresa Hilton being dragged towards the ring by Phantom connected to a chain. Sarah Punche is featured throwing Gerard Angelo over the ropes and eliminating him from the final FUF battle royal. The Unity is now shown being formed over the body of a bloodied Orlando Cruze as Sheryl is held on the shoulders of both Network and High Roller members. Robin Brooks is shown teaming up with the Breeding Formula members. The final image focuses upon Johnny Kingdom hitting the Exodus Finale upon Silencer off the top of a ladder.


BACKSTAGE


* the scene opens up, and right away you see "The Genocide" Sean Johnson standing out from all of the staffer's backstage..he appears to be having a conversation with Miguel the Janitor as he seems to be in some kind of mild argument..*

["Genocide"] : alright, look Miguel..i do not know how many times i have to tell you this, so let me put it to you cleary..I DO NOT SPEAK FUCKING SPANISH!! do you comprehend what i'm saying amigo?

[Miguel] : ahh si, si, si senor! ...i...uhh...i clean locker room! si, si!

["Genocide"] : uhh..yea, okay knock yourself out..just don't make it too clean, you know how some of those guys get, alrighty?

[Miguel] : si, si! i clean! i clean! arrrriba!!

*Miguel looking very excited about something, even though he obviously wasn't understanding anything Sean was trying to tell him...as Miguel walks off as Johnson stares away at him with a very confused look...Curtis Jack suddenly makes his way into the scene to have a quick one-on-one with Johnson in regards to this major "surprise" suppose to be going down tonight. *

[Curtis Jack] : hey Sean, you got a minute?

["Genocide"] : ....depends on what you want C.J...

[Curtis Jack] : ..first off, let me make this clear..we are obviously no strangers, and don't exactly see eye to eye no matter what level we're on...but since you're going to be making these "big plans" for team F.U.F. i figured i'd ask you what the hell it is, or who the hell it is, being as it does infact involve all of us.

["Genocide"] : Curtis..i know this is going to be hard to take under consideration from someone you obviously look down upon..but in this particular case, you're just gonna have to trust me on this one...now can you handle that one...big guy?

[Curtis Jack] : man i should have finished you off months ago....

* after Curtis makes that statement, Johnson steps nose to nose with Curtis Jack as if they're about to throwdown right then and there. *

["Genocide"] : ..and i should have done the same to you, but bottom line, no matter which angle we look at it..we didn't do it...now i know just like you, we find ourselves constantly asking why..and from that it put us on the same team...so sorry life had to take us to a better turn..

[Curtis Jack] : better turn? is that what you call it Sean? is that what you call wanting to tear each others heads off every hour of the day?..a better turn?

["Genocide"] : ..ya Curtis, a better turn..because obviously we couldn't finish the job off putting each other out of our own misery, so as they say, if you can't beat the enemy...join them...but oh don't worry Curtis...because after tonight, there will be no more future fights with you and i on t he same side......so tonight, you just pull your weight..and i'll pull mine.

[Curtis Jack] : ..oh you don't have to worry about me...but i will tell you this...if this little plan of yours screws this very important match up, there will as well be no future for "The Genocide" Sean Johnson...

* suddenly Curtis Jack unclinches his fist, as he turns around back to his business, as a nostril flared Sean Johnson looks on..the scene fades.*


RINGSIDE


Tim May is shown whipping a fake tear from his eye after watching the FUF video package, Dan sits beside him, shaking his head as if exasperated.

Tim: That video just makes me so sad all the time, it gets me blubbering like a little baby.

Dan: FUF did have some great memories, and we’ll be showing you a similar video later tonight for Annihilation.

Tim: Yeah, and chances are they’ll be showing it a lot more often in the coming weeks once Annihilation is dead and done once and for all.


BACKSTAGE


The crowd has a mixed reaction, some boos mixed with a small amount of cheers as Lance Vincent is shown in the forefront of the camera. He bends up and down, doing squat thrust as he tries to get himself physically ready for the upcoming tag team match, pitting himself and Leland Dark against the forces of the Enterprise. He seems strangely centered throughout the process of the squat thrusts as a bit of sweat forms on his features. Lance stops though as he slowly stands up and glares at a figure strolling into the camera’s frame, revealing himself as Leland Dark. A black towel hangs over the features of Leland who stops a few inches from Lance, crossing his arms as he tilts his head and glares at Vincent, who returns a confused, puzzled glare.

Leland: Lance, Lance, Lance....

Vincent looks around, perplexity, and unease setting in.

Lance: Um, Leland, Leland, Leland....

Dark continues to shake his head.

Dark: Lance, I can’t help but to be a bit skeptical about this evening, about your intentions.

Vincent glares at him for a moment, looking to be a bit offended as he crosses his arms, much like Leland.

Vincent: What exactly are you trying to imply Leland, that I can’t be trusted out there tonight?

The eyebrow of Leland rises as he begins to nod his head.

Leland: Um, yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying.

Lance begins to roll his eyes, becoming very agitated.

Dark: Think about it, this whole match was booked because of you getting offended over the Enterprise costing you a match, before that though, I could see that you were interested in taking up their offer to join them. So I need to know one thing, are you going to have my back out there tonight, or are you going to be sticking a knife into it?

Both men exchange an awkward glare, staring with a great deal of dis-temperament into one another’s faces as Vincent contemplates his response.

Lance: Leland, there’s no reason to worry about my intentions out there tonight. You can rest assure that I desire ripping apart the Dogg Pound just as much as you do. They stuck their nose into my business, and as a result they’re going to have to pay for it. I know I’m going out there to wrestle a match, but who says your not the one who can’t be trusted. Perhaps this is all just an elaborate set up for you to join the Enterprise and screw me over.

Leland and Lance glare at one another, general distrust thickening the air between them.

Leland: Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and find out, which one of us can be trusted.

Lance begins to nod his head in agreement with Leland, as Mr. Dark now turns and strolls from the dressing room. Vincent continues to watch him walk off as an almost devious smirk begins to etch its way across his features.


BACKSTAGE


Michelle Blacker’s features take up the screen as she stands in a revealing white dress, right in front of a Bloody Massacre symbol screwed into the wall. She clutches a microphone to her mouth with a very excited expression on her face.

Michelle: Hello ULW fans, this is Michelle Blacker, standing here live with the person who is slated to battle Too Magnificent up next here at Bloody Massacre, with some extreme stipulations on the line, Teresa Hilton!

Michelle turns, wide eyed and excited in the direction of Teresa Hilton, who strides into the camera’s frame with dark circles under her eyes, appearing as if she hasn’t slept in a while, dread emanating from her thin, pale, depressed frame. She stops beside Michelle, looking down at the floor with the locks of her hair hanging down in front of her face.

Michelle: Teresa Hilton, tonight you go one on one with Too Magnificent, in fact you do so up next. This whole thing started when Too Magnificent kidnaped your daughter at War of the Worlds and screwed you out of the Xtreme title. What are your thoughts and emo....

Teresa: My thoughts? My emotions? Are you serious!?!

Michelle acts a bit taken back, grabbing her chest and coddling herself out of fear as the somewhat deranged Teresa steps in her direction.

Teresa: I think my emotions, my thoughts are paper thin, look at me Michelle. My life has been turned upside down, sideways, and stretched in every possible direction you can possibly consider over the past month. My daughter was taken from me by a psychopath with a bad catch phrase for crying out loud. I had the longest losing streak of my professional career because of him. My daughter has been forced to be without me for an entire month, without her mother. Yet you have the audacity to ask me my emotions going into this match. To hell with you Michelle....

Teresa turns towards the camera, her eyes buldging from her sockets, full of red veins.

Teresa: And to hell with those people out there. You want to know my emotional state, then you’ll see it when I step into the ring against Too Magnificent here in the next few moments.

Teresa is about to continue before the sound of some type of electrical motor can be heard in the background.

Here, here!

Suddenly Jason Seagreen putters into the scene on a dark purple seated electrical moped. He pulls to a stop with a brace around his neck and an expression of pain within his eyes. Everyone in the arena begins to boo at the sight of him as Seagreen tries his best to utilize the stearing bars on the front of his wheelchair/moped. He comes to a stop a few inches away from Teresa, who looks down at him with confusion emanating from her features. Michelle turns as well at the sight of Mr. Seagreen, who hasn’t been seen in the ULW for the past 3 weeks, ever since being chokeslammed through the desk by AWOL.

Michelle: Oh my God, it’s Jason Seagreen, FUF General Manager, what are you doing here tonight?

Seagreen turns his head, or at least attempts to in order to stare at Michelle before grabbing the back of his neck and grimacing in pain.

Seagreen: Well Michelle, hey that rhymed, hahahaha, sorry, I’m loaded full of pain killers right now. Anyway, I’m here tonight to make sure that there are no shenanigans in the main event, that Annihilation doesn’t attempt to pull any crap out there tonight. That’s right, the glorious FUF General Manager is here, injury and all to prevent any further Annihilation treachery, and to make sure the right team walks out victoriously.

Teresa: Hellllloooooo, conducting an interview here.

The camera turns back to face Teresa as Seagreen looks up at her, then grabs his neck in pain once more.

Jason: Teresa, sweetheart, I apologize for interrupting you, but I just wanted to comment on how much I enjoy seeing your intensity, it’s going to be needed when you battle that Annihilation jackass, Too Magnificen.....

Hilton: I don’t need anymore lectures, I know what I have to go out there and do, and the best thing you can do in order to help me Seagreen is.....

Hilton bends forward, getting into the injured Seagreen’s face.

Hilton: Stay the hell out of my way.

Teresa steps around Jason Seagreen, walking off and towards the ring. The FUF General Manager turns to watch her leave while still holding his neck in pain.

Seagreen: We’ll see Teresa, sooner or later they all come crawling back to Jason Seagreen.

Jason now grabs the handles of his moped wheelchair and presses one of them before it is thrown into reverse, sending a screaming Seagreen speeding backwards and out of the camera’s view. Michelle watches him leave with a confused expression upon her face.


TOO MAGNIFICENT VS. TERESA HILTON


Tim: Wow, I can’t believe it, Jason Seagreen is here tonight, despite being injured at the hands of AWOL, what a trooper.

Dan: Well, a wise man wouldn’t show his head around here again, especially with AWOL set to arrive via police escort any moment now.

Tim: Seagreen probably doesn’t care, I guarantee it, he just wants to watch FUF win here tonight.

Dan: With Seagreen here, I can’t help but to smell a rat in the air tonight.

Dan Douglas: “Next up we have a match that will decide the fate of a young child. We will see Too Magnificent take on Teresa Hilton for the custody of Teresa’s daughter Haylee Hilton.”

Tim May: “You’d think these two would settle this one in the court room like normal people instead of in the ring like idiots.”

Dan Douglas: “I agree. You have to feel sorry for Haylee who has to watch this one from the hotel or the backstage area.”

The Most Sadistic by Necro begins to play. The crowd boos as Too Magnificent makes his way through the entryway. Golden pyrotechnics shower down upon Too Mag as he makes his way out onto the stage where he poses for the crowd for a moment. On his way down to the ring, Too Mag puts his hand out to the fans to touch but pulls it back in at the last second. Eventually Too Mag climbs into the ring and poses for the crowd again before requesting a microphone from the ring announcer and then waits for Teresa.

Dan Douglas: “Too Mag is looking as arrogant as ever. You’d think he already has this match won by the way he is acting.”

Tim May: “And he might as well. He is bigger and stronger then Teresa.”

Dan Douglas: “You never know the strength of a mother when she is fighting for her child. This match might just be the hardest one Too Mag has ever had.”

I wanna be bad by Willa Ford begins to play as the arena’s lighting dims down to darkness. A single spotlight highlights the entryway as Teresa Hilton walks through the entryway curtains and out onto the stage. Teresa stops at the top of the stage and points at Too Mag before making her way down to the ring. Along the way she keeps yelling at Too Mag about him taking her daughter. When Teresa gets into the ring she tries to go right after Too Mag but the referee cuts her off.

Tim May: “You see, Too Mag is so great that he knows that the referee will keep her at bay while we hear from his greatness.”

Dan Douglas: “Too Mag isn’t great; he’s a piece of shit. If it was up to me, he’d be leaving with the FUF scum after Annihilation wins the main event tonight.”

Too Mag: “I’m sorry Teresa but we’re going to have to cut your pre-match beat down short tonight so we can introduce the most entertaining and most extreme man in wrestling today. Mr. Too Maaaaaaaaaaaaaagnificent… Magnificent; tonight we are joined by a very special little guest. Teresa, if you would cast your eyes down onto the two empty chairs in the front row.”

The camera changes to a shot of two seats in the front row. They are empty. But the reaction of booing from the crowd makes the camera turn up the stairs where Jonathan Devereaux is standing with Teresa’s daughter, Haylee. Jonathan makes his way down to ringside and sits down in one of the seats and places Haylee in the other. This makes Teresa even more pissed off and she tries to get the jump on Too Mag again and again the referee holds her back.

Too Mag: “That’s right, tonight we have Haylee Hilton ringside with us. And she is in prefect position to see her crack whore of a mother get the living shit beaten out of her by the man you all came to see. Mr. Too Maaaaaaaaaaaaaagnificent… Magnificent”

Too Mag turns around and slams the microphone into the head of Teresa. The referee calls for the bell to officially start the match as Too Mag begins pounding on Teresa.

Dan Douglas: “That’s unfair. Too Mag has brought Teresa’s daughter out here as a distraction. That crap head has gone too far. I hope Teresa kicks his ass.”

Tim May: “So much for being unbiased.”

Dan Douglas: “This coming from a man who does nothing but pimp FUF like a group of gods.”

Too Mag picks up Teresa and whips her off into the ropes; as she bounces back Too Mag hits her with a boot to the face. Teresa rolls to the side and takes Too Mag down with a drop toe hold before mounting his chest and punching Too Mag’s face in with her fists. The referee pulls Teresa off Too Mag and warns her about using a closed fist. Teresa pushes the referee off and goes right after Too Mag; but Too Mag punches her in the gut before getting up and placing Teresa between his legs. Too Mag taunts the crowd for a moment before picking Teresa up and dropping her with a huge power bomb. Referee Chester Princeton goes over to the ropes where ring announcer Kailey Worf tells him something.

Dan Douglas: “We have just been informed by the office that since there is so much at steak in this match; this match has just been made into a no DQ match.”

Tim May: “Typical Annihilation management. Instead of giving us a great wrestling match we get to see a stupid brawl blood fest.”

Too Mag picks Teresa up but Teresa gives Too Mag a low blow before throwing him out of the ring and onto the floor near where Jonathan and Haylee are seated. Teresa waits for Too Mag to get up before diving over the top rope with a flying senton. Both go crashing to the ground. Haylee gets up against the barrier and cries at her mom to get up. Jonathan pulls Haylee back as Teresa gets up and tries to grab Haylee. Too Mag gets up and hits Teresa from behind, making her slump over the railing. Too Mag grabs Teresa by the back of the head and throws her face first into the ring post. Too Mag and Jonathan high five each other before Too Mag goes over to where Teresa is laid out and kicks her in the back before picking her up. Too Mag looks to the announcers table as he walks Teresa over to it. But before Too Mag can do anything, Teresa gives him a kick in the groin and throws him into the ring post and follows that up with a dropkick into the back of Too Mag’s head. Teresa keeps up the assault by taking a chair out from under the ring. She slams it down on the mat before getting ready to hit Too Mag in the head with it. Teresa swings the chair but Too Mag ducks and Teresa only hits the ring post. Teresa turns around to get a boot into the chair by Too Mag which splits Teresa open. As Teresa bleeds on the floor, Too Mag picks up the chair and looks down at Teresa. Too Mag shakes his head and throws the chair aside before rolling Teresa into the ring.

Dan Douglas: “This one is going back and forth a lot. Teresa keeps getting the advantage but then falls to something that Too Mag does.”

Tim May: “I must say; for a stupid brawling match, this is getting interesting.”

Too Mag smiles as he goes under the ring and pulls out a black box. He pushes the box into the ring and places it under one of the lower turnbuckles. Too Mag climbs into the ring and gets a punch to the gut by Teresa. Teresa whips Too Mag into the ropes and when he bounces back, she hits him with a running neck breaker. Teresa drops to the mat for the cover. The referee slides into position and counts.

1…

2…

Too Mag kicks out.

Both competitors get to their feet at the same time. Teresa kicks Too Mag in the gut and wipes him into the far corner. Teresa back up and run into the same corner and hits Too Mag with a jumping knee to the face. Too Mag stumbles out of the corner as Teresa gets up onto the top rope and waits. Too Mag stumbles around for a moment before Teresa jumps off the top rope and hits a tornado DDT on Too Mag. Teresa picks Too Mag up right away and kicks him in the head with a jumping spin kick. Teresa grabs Too Mag’s feet and locks in a figure four submission. Too Mag pushes off the mat and tries to get to the ropes. Too Mag moves slowly towards the ropes much to Teresa’s disgust.

Dan Douglas: “Too Mag showing that he does have the advantage here. Teresa might be looking good at the moment but she is still out matched with it comes to a power game against Too Mag.”

Tim May: “How can you say she looks good? Her face is covered in blood”

Dan Douglas: “I meant her part of the match you idiot.”

Too Mag pushes off the mat again and moves close enough to the ropes that he can reach out and touch them, but the referee can’t do anything about it since the match is no DQ. Too Mag uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, putting the pressure back onto Teresa. Teresa lets go of the hold and gets a huge rolling clothesline from Too Mag as she gets back up. Too Mag picks Teresa up and throws her into the corner where he works on her midsection with stiff punches. Too Mag then motions for the crowd to go silent as he chops Teresa on the chest. Teresa, with a burst of superhuman power, grabs Too Mag and throws him into the corner. She rips the shirt off Too Mag and chops him hard across the chest three times before kicking him in the nuts and hitting a DDT. Teresa picks up Too Mag and throws him out of the ring. Teresa climbs out of the ring and kicks Too Mag in the head before he can get up. While Too Mag is down, Teresa pulls out a table from under the ring and pushes it inside the ring. She climbs in and sets the table up near the corner before climbing back out of the ring where Too Mag hits Teresa in the gut and slams her head into the ring apron before rolling her back into the ring. Too Mag moves into the center of the ring where he lifts Teresa up for a stalling brain buster suplex. Too Mag drops Teresa on her head before noticing that the table is set up. Too Mag grabs Teresa by her bloodied hair and takes her over to the corner where he sets them both up for a super power bomb. Too Mag goes to drop Teresa but Teresa hangs on and flips Too Mag over with a Hurricanrana which sends Too Mag flying through the table. Teresa sits on the mat for a moment and catches her breath before rolling out of the ring and heading over to the time keepers table. Teresa grabs the ring bell and slides back into the ring. Teresa waits for Too Mag to get back to his feet before she rings the ring bell and charges at Too Mag.

Teresa: “Ding, ding. It’s over mother fucker!!”

Teresa connects with the ring bell to the head of Too Mag. Too Mag drops to the mat, his face busted open and bleeding. Teresa throws the ring bell to one side. She looks down at Too Mag for a moment before looking to the crowd. Teresa smiles as she picks up Too Mag and amazingly lifts him up onto her shoulders. Teresa holds Too Mag on her shoulders for a moment before going for her “Danger Zone” (F-5) finisher. But Too Mag slips out and land on his feet.

Dan Douglas: “Amazing show of strength from Teresa there. She got Too Mag up for the Danger Zone but didn’t have enough to finish off Too Mag.”

Tim May: “How is that amazing? Teresa obviously is too beaten up to finish off someone as big as Too Mag. It’s simple logic.”

Too Mag kicks Teresa in the gut and places her down between his legs. Too Mag yells out in anger before picking Teresa up and hitting a jumping pile driver. Too Mag gets up and looks to his black box which is still in the corner. He walks over and grabs the box. From the box Too Mag pulls out a glass jar filled with barbwire, a roll of electrical tape and a baseball bat. Too Mag walks back over to where Teresa is laid out and begins taping the jar to Teresa’s face. When the jar is taped on, Too Mag places Teresa onto her knees before slamming the baseball bat into the jar. Teresa screams as her face is suddenly hit with barbwire and broken glass. Too Mag just laughs as he picks Teresa up and hits her with a big boot. He then climbs out of the ring and grabs two chairs and throws them into the ring. Too Mag places one chair onto the mat, and then places Teresa’s head onto the chair before covering it with the other chair. Too Mag climbs up onto the nearest turnbuckle and motions that it’s over before jumping off the top rope, hitting his “Midas Touch” (Top rope leg drop) finisher. Too Mag covers Teresa with one foot as the referee counts.

1…

2…

3 Too Mag begins to celebrate in the ring as Jonathan picks up Haylee and puts her over the barrier. Haylee comes into the ring where she tries to go to her mom; but Too Mag grabs her and pulls her to his side. Teresa slowly gets to her feet and pulls the tape off. She looks at Haylee and knows what just happened. Teresa cries as Too Mag leaves the ring with Haylee.

Dan Douglas: “That’s horrible. Too Mag has taken this match and now he has the ring to keep Haylee and raise her as his own child.”

Tim May: “Well that’s up to him. For all we know he could be sending her to China to be sold as slave labour. That’s all kids are good for anyway.”

Dan Douglas: “Don’t you even care that Teresa no longer has the child she gave birth to?”

Tim May: “Nope.”

When Too Mag gets to the stage, he points at Teresa and begins to laugh. Inside the ring, Teresa is still on her knees crying about the loss of her daughter. The crowd however, bursts into cheers as little Haylee punches the distracted Too Mag in the groin and runs down to the ring. Teresa slides out of the ring and grabs her daughter. The two hug for a moment before Teresa jumps the security railings and takes off with Haylee. On the stage, Too Mag screams out in anger before disappearing into the backstage area.


BACKSTAGE


Sirens blare and flashing lights take up the enclosed parking lot leading into the arena. Several police cruisers pull forward, slowly to a stop just a few feet away from the entrance to the arena however. Behind the cruisers is a large police SUV, black in color and shimmering as the lights from above glare downward upon it. They all come to a full stop as the doors to the squad cars fly open and numerous officers exit, hands firmly gripping their night sticks, some clutching their pistols which remain holstered however, seemingly taking no chances whatsoever. They step towards the SUV slowly, reaching out and grabbing the back door on the driver’s side. They slowly, apprehensively pull it open as the camera swings around to reveal that AWOL is seated inside of it. He is bent forward, with his hands cuffered and his ankles shackled together, preventing any type of escape.

Officer: Let’s go AWOL, let’s move it, and no funny stuff either.

AWOL agrees to listen, abiding by their rules for now. He slowly turns and exits the SUV, stepping down onto the concrete with his hands still cuffed to one another, bound entirely by the chains. He steps onto the cold concrete floor, two large officers grabbing either arm and pulling him forward towards the doors leading into the arena. AWOL hobbles, his legs still connected by a long silver chain as he is led forward, putting up no resistance.

Hold it officers.

The police stop, turning towards the source of the voice, as AWOL shifts his sights in its direction as well. That same moped wheelchair putters into the scene, being driven by Jason Seagreen in his neck brace. He is followed closely by Chapel, with the Livewire title belt still wrapped around his shoulders. Demona is located next to Chapel, her arms wrapped about his waist as they stop beside the egotistical Seagreen.

Jason: Well, well, well, look who it is, if it isn’t big bad AWOL.

The monster glares at him, his face twitching with anger as Seagreen stops just a few inches away from him. The General Manager turns to look up at Chapel while smiling.

Seagreen: Hahaha, look at him Chapel, he doesn’t appear to be any type of monster now does he?

Chapel finds himself smirking.

Chapel: Yeah, where’s the Big Crazy Bastard? All I see here is a sniveling coward, a shell of the man he use to be, hahaha.

AWOL continues to glare at both men, staring deeply into the face of Chapel, who steps around Seagreen slowly. He moves up into the face of AWOL, getting within a few inches of his face.

Chapel: You’ve got to be kidding me. Look at this guy, he’s no monster, he’s a tamed little lamb being led into a slaughter. It’s such a sad sight, watching a man who use to be such a legendary figure, reduced to this pathetic apparition I see before me. A man who was stronger than death itself, has been defeated by, ha, of all things, the law.

Chapel begins to chuckle as Seagreen does the same, pulling in a little closer with his scooter, stopping behind the Hardcore Messiah however.

Jason: You thought you could get away with it, huh AWOL? Well, I think as history has shown, when you screw with the authority figures around here, things only get worse before they even start to become better, but that’s not going to happen in this case AWOL. There’s no bright light at the end of the tunnel. Because after you lose tonight, Chapel is going to become the big crazy bastard around here, he’s going to be the psychopath that everyone fears, and your legend will become a myth.

Chapel begins to nod his head, agreeing with Seagreen as AWOL remains calm, looking back and forth into both men’s faces.

Chapel: And there is nothing you can do about it AWOL, nothing whatsoever.

Chapel is within a few inches of AWOL’s face as the police hold onto his arms firmly, although they would quite clearly be powerless to stop him if violence should erupt. A slight grin disturbingly forms across the face of AWOL though, seemingly frightening Jason Seagreen.

AWOL: You two fail to realize something. There’s one thing I can do, and that’s win, tonight.

AWOL glares sternly into the face of Chapel, both men appearing very intense.

Officer: Move it AWOL, you don’t want to be late.

The police officer shoves AWOL forward a bit as the monster looks back at him and grins, then continues forward. The police lead him towards the arena as Chapel and Seagreen watch him get walked away, remembering the message he just gave to them quite clearly.


BACKSTAGE


A loud reaction pours from the arena as Robin Brooks strolls through the backstage area with the tag team title belts and the Television gold all held within her hands. She eagerly steps forward with a slight smile on her face, holding a bandage to her forehead as she strolls down the corridor, excited to have her tag team title straps back as well as the Television gold over her shoulders. She is full of sweat and slightly bloody after that brutal cage match when clapping can be heard in the background. Robin looks up and forms a smile across her face as Killjoy steps into the scene now.

Killjoy: You did it Robin, you did it, you got back your belts.

In a moment of pure excitement Killjoy wraps his arms around Robin’s waist and lifts her into the air, giving her a large hug. Brooks reciprocates, closing her eyes with a large smile on her face. Her eyes now open though, beginning to shift back and forth before Killjoy suddenly lowers her down onto her feet and steps back awkwardly. The two stand across from one another now, abnormally silent as Killjoy begins to scratch the back of his head, appearing uneasy.

Killjoy: Ummm, uhhhh, congratulations.

Robin: Yeah, um, thanks.

Another long awkward silence now passes between both Killjoy and Robin as they nod their heads anxiously, trying to come up with something to say it seems, unable to find the proper words to say on this occasion.

Killjoy: Well, I’ll see you later I guess, I got a tag match to prepare for.

Robin: Okay, that’s cool. I’ll see you out there.

Killjoy nods his head as does Robin, both of them standing there for a moment, a long unusual silence yet again occurring.

Killjoy: Well, I got to go.

The former Gathering member turns and walks off as Robin watches him leave with a large smile forming on her face, the awkward tension still surrounding her though.

Awww, aren’t raging hormones just the sweetest?

Robin turns abruptly, her eyes centering upon Curtis Jack who now strolls forward into the camera’s frame, dressed for in ring competition tonight. Brooks looks offended as she glares at Curtis.

Brooks: What are you talking about?

Curtis glares at her for a second and then wraps his arms around his stomach, pulling his head back and laughing.

Curtis: Hahahaha, oh come on, nobody is that naive, or stupid, well, in your case there may be a exception.

Robin continues to glare at Curtis, slightly perplexed but more so annoyed. Curtis turns his head in order to watch Killjoy continue walking away, now much farther down the corridor.

Curtis: You know, for a while there, I couldn’t figure out why you left FUF for a sinking ship such as Annihilation, little did I know that hormones had gotten the better of you. Although I guess they are your driving force behind any decision, you’ve been flaunting your shit after all, ever since this invasion started. Let me see, there’s Killjoy, Silencer, even Poppa Cherry had a go at you....

Brooks suddenly slaps Curtis Jack straight across the side of his face, with a hard blow. Curtis turns his head away from Robin, a slight grin starting to form across his features though as he turns to glare at Brooks once again. Robin continues to look at him with anger weighting down her features.

Curtis: Oh, how sweet, a love tap.

Robin lifts her hand into the air to slap him again when Curtis grabs her wrist, beginning to squeeze it with a twisted expression on his face. He now puckers his lips and leans forward, Brooks has a disgusted look on her face as she leans in reverse.

Hey, what the hell do you think your doing you sick freak?

Curtis turns, spotting Orlando Cruze strolling into the camera’s frame. He now releases Robin and begins to step in reverse, not wishing to have a physical altercation with Cruze. Orlando stops a few inches away from Robin, crossing his arms and glaring at Curtis who continues to back away.

Curtis: Hahaha, nothing that she wasn’t asking for Orlando, nothing she wasn’t asking for.

Curtis Jack turns his back towards the ULW Icon and continues down the corridor. Orlando turns his head slowly in the direction of Brooks, who is rubbing her wrist while glaring at Cruze now with a slightly confused expression on her face.

Robin: Wow, I thought I’d never say this, but, thanks Orlando.

Cruze nods his head in the direction of Robin.


THE DOGG POUND VS. LANCE VINCENT/LELAND DARK


Dan: Some odd occurances in the backstage area, I can’t believe the audacity of Curtis Jack.

Tim: Hey, he’s just spelling it out as it is for everyone to understand clearly, putting it in terms that even Robin Brooks can understand.

(Beams of light move over the audience, as 'X Gonna Give It To Ya' starts to play, the titantron displaying a man holding a wad of cash, counting it. He smiles, then turns to the screen, as his theme music kicks in. Out of the entranceway, the man from the jumbo tron appears, followed by 2 security guards, wearing Black Shoes, Trousers and T-shirts, while a woman in a Blue Suit Stands Beside them. Lance and his entourage make their way to the ring, ignoring the fans as they do so. Lance climbs onto the apron, and turns, looking round at the fans, before pulling out a wad of cash, and throwing it into the air, the notes raining onto the audience, who scurry to grab it. Lance climbs into the ring and waits for his music to stop before shaking his head at the suited men and woman around him before they turn and head back up the ramp, Lance just jumps on the spot and gets the blood flowing as he prepares for his match.)

Dan Douglas: Lance Vincent had a good start to his ULW career here when he faced his partner Leland Dark of all people in the ring in his first week, but since that week he has really come down hill ending in a loss last week due to Dogg Pound, J-Dawg and Kev Dogg. The real question now however, is can he regain some of that early momentum to lead his team to victory over this impressive duo of Dogg Pound?

Tim May: And the answer is no and why is that the answer? Simple, the tag team of Dogg Pound AKA Enterprise offered both these men a chance at greatness when they asked them to join Enterprise along side them, both this idiot and Leland Dark turned them down flat and just may have cost them any kind of careers in this company, because when you are set upon by men like Dogg Pound, you are going to have one hell of a time trying to become successful.

Dan Douglas: Well they certainly do look impressive after there shock win and what many consider an upset last week with J-Dawg covering AWOL for the three count, but Leland and Lance have a real chance tonight to not only get revenge on the duo, but stop there momentum flat before it can pick up any more pace.

("Let the bodies hit the floor" blasts throughout the arena. When all of a sudden pyro's go off all around the entrance area giving off red and white fireworks that has the fans on there feet cheering loudly as the highlight reel of Leland Dark begins to play on the big screen for all to see, but to the confusion of the fans and the confusion of everyone else nobody walks out from the back. The music stops and a worried Lance Vincent just begins asking the official what’s going on, he shakes his head not sure himself, suddenly his music plays again as does his highlight reel as the fans watch to see who is coming out, but again, nothing happens. The music then ends and the fans and Lance realize this has turned into a handicap affair.)

Dan Douglas: I don’t believe this, if you watched the midweek promotions for this event you would have seen Kev Dogg offer Leland a briefcase of money and Leland Dark accept it, I can’t believe he has taken the terms and isn’t going to involve himself in this! Without him this match becomes two on one and Lance Vincent on his current form cannot handle this, surely!

Tim May: HAHA! This is great, Leland Dark got cold feet and did a runner…Ok, ok, so maybe he just liked the money, but nonetheless he has left his partner high and dry to take on a tag duo so great they beat 4 members of tonight’s main event! Lance is going to be destroyed and I can’t wait for this Dan!

Dan Douglas: I’m sure you can’t but the rest of us are disgusted by the selfishness and the greed of Leland Dark! He has left his partner in a dangerous and damn right awkward position here having to take on Dogg Pound all by himself!

(The lights dim in the ringside area as blue fog begins to shimmer vertically from the floor and the entrance ramp black lights kick on and illuminate the fog into an eerie glow, When Worlds Collide by Powerman 5000 blares across the audio system as Kevdogg and J-Dawg emerge from the backstage area looking smug and content rubbing there hands together with wide smiles as they look at Lance on his own in the ring, Vincent just gulps hard and puts on a brave face as he begins calling them forward, the two members of Dogg Pound merely simply point back at him before both reach the bottom of the rampway and stand before a now angry Lance Vincent letting the adrenalin take over. Suddenly he just crosses his arms down by his groin and just taps his hands off there opposite thigh insinuating they should ‘suck it’!)

Dan Douglas: Oh my, I think Lance is letting that adrenalin get the better of him, he has to remember he is outnumbered here and trying to intimidate these two into an aggressive attack is hardly a clever move on his part!

Tim May: No its not a clever move, in fact its pretty damn thick, but the idiot is letting the blood rush to quickly to his head now, look at him prancing around like he can actually win this thing! Go on Dogg Pound, kill this son of a bitch!

(Dogg Pound just look at one another as Lance steps back toward the centre of the ring calling them on before they both turn back to the ring and angrily slide back under the ropes and into the ring before both standing up but as they do Lance charges them and clotheslines them both to the mat before turning to clothesline them both back to the mat again! The fans are going mad as Lance then quickly grabs the head of Kev Dogg and holds him against the ropes before throwing him across the ring into the ropes opposite as he comes back he lifts him onto his shoulders and drops him with a nice Samoan drop that shakes the ring from the force before he stands back up to see J-Dawg run at him but as he does Lance just ducks the clothesline attempt and slams some right hands into his jaw knocking him back into the ropes as well, he then throws him across the ring with pace before lifting him high into a back body drop that has J-Dawg gripping at his spine in agony, Lance then turns back to Kev who is against the ropes in a daze, he charges him and hits a big clothesline taking him right over the top of them before watching him out to the mats on the outside before turning to see J-Dawg also in a daze and grabbing the top rope to hold him up before turning in a daze right into a grapple from Lance who lifts him with a big belly to belly suplex but holds on and lifts him back to his feet before hitting another belly to belly suplex, he then lifts him again without letting go and changes his grapple ever so slightly before hitting J-Dawg with a huge Belly to Back suplex instead that has J holding his back in pain as he rolls straight out of the ring and falls to the mats on the outside from the quick shots he has taken in this bout!

The fans are going mad as Lance stands back up again and just prepares for a second attack from the duo as Kev walks around to J to help him up, but as he does Lance just runs at the ropes and jumps over them hitting both members of Dogg Pound with a huge crossbody that has the fans going even more crazy as they jump up and down on there feet at the performance of Lance Vincent at this point in the match!

He gets straight back up and just grabs the head of J-Dawg before rolling him back in the ring and joining him as the official calls for the bell and the start of the match, Lance is the first to stand and just grabs the hair of J-Dawg before pushing him back into a corner and just grabs the top rope for leverage as he stomps a few times into the midsection of J before just slapping a chop across the chest of his opponent causing a Woo from the fans who react accordingly, he hits another to another crowd reaction and then a third before grabbing the head of J with his back to him and throwing him over with a snapmare back toward the centre of the ring and facing his partner before grabbing him in a reverse chin lock and holding him with his knee in the back of J causing him to grit his teeth in pain as Kev just claps loudly to keep him motivated in this match.

J-Dawg seems to respond and just shakes his head to the pondering official Alex Ingleson before just rolling through the pain of the hold onto his knees causing Lance to stand up but as he does Vincent is taking no chances and just lets go before slamming some right hands into the head of J-Dawg before stepping back and suddenly slapping a stinging hard boot across the front of his chest that knocks J backwards on his knees, he swings his arms to keep some kind of balance before suddenly Lance slaps another hard kick across his chest knocking him back to the floor this time.

The crowd are just cheering for Lance as he continues his relentless attack and just grabs J by the head lifting him back to his feet before hooking his arms and just lifting him up into the air right over his shoulder his back bending across it before Lance readjust one of his arms grabbing J under the chin while holding him in place around the stomach before suddenly fallen into a sitting position dropping J with a DDT as sickening as it looks causing Jay’s back to crack across the shoulder at the same time his face hits the mat! He flops off Lance and to the mat before Vincent goes for the cover,

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No! Kev Dogg enters the ring and stamps across the back of Lance’s head breaking the cover before running back out of the ring while receiving a lecture off the official for his interference.)

Dan Douglas: Lance Vincent has done the right thing here and has really worked one of the two members of this team cutting them dead in there tracks and really making this more of a one on one then a handicap match. He needs to keep on top of J-Dawg now though and not give to much attention to Kev on the apron.

Tim May: He has done alright, granted. But it is two on one, what the hell does he think he is going to achieve? Be the hero, be the big man and stand up to the odds! Pfft, yeah right, he is going to fail!

Dan Douglas: Yet another very negative outlook by Tim May, thank you. I am however still shocked at the cowardness of Leland Dark, not appearing here tonight because of a briefcase of money offered to him by the Dogg Pound, he should be ashamed.

(Lance just holds the back of his head angrily before getting to his knees and shouting at the official to make sure his interference doesn’t happen again, he grabs J Dawg by the head and just lifts him slowly back to his feet before lifting him onto his shoulder and just slamming him in the corner before holding the middle rope either side and hitting a series of shoulder charges to the stomach area of J before just standing up and hitting the winded Dogg Pound member with a big uppercut to the jaw knocked J-Dawg right back to his vertical base before taking him by the arm and throwing him across the ring but J-Dawg suddenly counters and sends Lance instead, Vincent runs at the corner but just uses the pace to run up the turnbuckles before leaping back off the top rope into a corkscrew before catching the advancing J-Dawg across the top of his head with his leg knocking the Dogg Pound member back down to the mat with a Whisper in the Wind!

He goes for another cover,

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Suddenly Lance rolls off of J-Dawg as Kev Dogg jumps in the ring again and goes for elbow drop but hits his own partner with it causing the fans to go mad as J grabs his chest and rolls outside the ring, Kev just stands up and begins asking J if he is ok before remembering Lance is present, he turns but Lance is running at him from across the ring, Kev ducks down and Lance just uses his back to springboard over the ropes and land on the shoulders of J-Dawg before hitting him with a big hurricanrana that has the fans going mad chanting ‘holy shit’. Lance just stands back up and grabs the ankles of Kev before tugging them causing the Dogg Pound member to slam face first onto the canvas, he then tugs him outside the ring and grabs him by the head before slamming him down across the apron face first knocking him to the safety mats. He then turns back to J-Dawg who is on all fours and looking tired before grabbing him by the hair and lifting him to his feet before walking him around to the announce table and slamming him face first down onto it knocking him back to one knee, he then picks him up and just throws him toward the stairs but suddenly J-Dawg counters and Lance slams shoulder first into the steel rattling the steps as J just falls to one knee by the apron as all three men remain down on the outside now. J-Dawg just rolls into the ring breaking the count before grabbing the ropes to stand up while taking the breather, Lance soon follows and enters the ring, but before he can stand up J suddenly pounces across his back with a forearm to the top of the spine before hitting a few more, he then grabs him in a headlock and sits beside him placing his weight over the head of Lance.)

Dan Douglas: This isn’t good for Lance, J is finally getting some kind of aggression and if he is going to have a chance of winning this, he needs to regain control.

Tim May: You see, as negative as I might be, I am always right Dan and the fact is Lance Vincent is not experienced enough to take on two men in this kind of atmosphere, it’s a ULW pay per view, nothing better then that, he has a lot of pressure and not big enough shoulders to handle it.

Dan Douglas: Unfortunately you might be right Tim, the Dogg Pound have some experience in J-Dawg who competed for ULW at the end of last year and as a team already have a lot of momentum after that win last week on Annihilation, but I can’t help but blame Leland for backing out of this match the way he did.

(J-Dawg just continues to hold Lance in a side headlock on the ground but Vincent gets back to his knees as does J remaining at his side, he then stands up as Lance gets to one knee before suddenly letting go and hitting some vicious forearms to his back, he then grabs him by the head and the pants and just throws him angrily between the turnbuckle pads and shoulder first into the ringpost causing the official to begin lecturing an argumentative J-Dawg, as this is going on Kev just has the ring bell in hand and suddenly slams it across the side of Lances face crushing his head between the ring post and the steel of the ring bell causing the fans to shudder at the impact before booing loudly as Kev throws it to the ground before climbing back onto the apron as a near on motionless Lance just falls back to the mat.

J-Dawg just sees this and pushes past the official before covering Lance and hooking the leg with a smile on his face,

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Lance got his foot on the bottom rope to the shock of everyone, the fans are just cheering loudly as J-Dawg just grabs the arm of Lance and drags him to the middle of the ring before once again going for the cover,

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NO! Lance kicks out at the last minute to the annoyance of J and Kev. J just slaps the mat over and over again before standing up and angrily stomping across the chest of Lance repeatedly, he then tags the hand of his partner before the two of them step toward Lance and lift him to his feet and hold him against the ropes before throwing him across them into the ropes opposite however he comes back he ducks a double clothesline attempt by Dogg Pound and goes into the ropes again, he comes back and Kev Dogg ducks to lift him up and over but Lance tires to jump him for a sunset flip, however Kev hooks his legs and has him setup for an Alabama Slam as he does J-Dawg steps in and grabs the head of Lance resting it on his shoulder he then drops to a sitting position causing Lance to slam chin first against his collar bone before Kev uses the momentum of the move to then lift him over for an Alabama Slam but before he hits the mat he just falls to a sitting position himself and rests both hands over the chest of Lance hitting him with a huge sit down powerbomb!!!!

The fans are on there feet at the move, some booing, some in just pure shock at what they just saw, Kev has him in the pin as J-Dawg just counts the pinfall with his fingers as he steps back out onto the apron, the official slides down to make it official,

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NOOOO!!!! Lance kicked out at the last second, the fans can’t believe it, Dogg Pound can’t believe, the world around cannot believe that Lance Vincent managed to kick out again! Kev Dogg just slaps his hands three times at the referee as the fans around the sold out arena are going crazy with excitement, he then turns to Lance and lifts him back to his feet before placing him in the corner and just slapping his chest to a ‘woo’ from the fans, then again and then a third time before stepping up onto the middle rope and just slamming in some right hands to the head of Vincent but suddenly Lance lifts him and steps forward toward the middle of the ring before suddenly gently putting him down on the mat as he readjusts his grip holding Kev in a reverse wheelbarrow, he then lifts Kev off the ground and onto his shoulder but suddenly Kev Dogg counters and uses the momentum to hook the head of Lance and spin him 180 degress into a tornado DDT that once again has the fans reacting loudly!

He pulls the sitting body of Lance back down to the mat before hooking both legs and desperately seeking that final pin,

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NO!! Once again Lance manages to kick out and Kev is not blaming anyone, he just can’t believe the fight in his opponent as Lance Vincent refuses to stay down, the fans are cheering loudly at the fight from the man and Kev Dogg in his frustration just stands up and grabs Lance by the hair before slowly lifting him back to his feet he then drags him across the ring and tags in J-Dawg before lifting his arm away from his ribs and letting J boot Lance hard in the ribcage before the duo take an arm each and just attempt to throw him across the ring but tug on his arm as he begins to get away from them bringing right back toward them before lifting him for a Flapjack but suddenly Lance hooks both there heads and seems to stay in mid air for minutes while held by the duo before suddenly his momentum and weight backfires on Dogg Pound as he falls back and drops both members with a big double DDT that has the fans hitting the rafters with excitement as all three men lay on the mat.

Slowly Lance begins to stand in a daze and hurt, he grabs at the top rope to pull himself back to his feet and just staggers against them in pain as Kev Dogg begins to stand across the ring from him, suddenly as he gets to his feet Lance charges at him and powerfully clotheslines him over the ropes to the outside of the ring before turning to see J-Dawg back to his feet, he boots him in the midsection and just drops him with a DDT before taunting the fans for the corner causing them to once again erupt. He walks out onto the apron and just climbs slowly to the top rope before positioning himself on there as J-Dawg slowly begins to get up, the referee checking on his condition and making sure he is ok, bit by bit he manages to make his way back to his feet before finally standing, as he does though Lance flies looking for a crossbody but suddenly J-Dawg ducks and Lance lands right across the official hitting the referee instead.

Lance is in shock but sees J-Dawg getting back to his feet and going for him but he just lunges upwards hitting J-Dawg with a big clothesline taking him to the mat before getting to his feet only to receive a right hand from Kev Dogg, but Lance replies with one of his own and another then Kev again, then Lance, but Vincent sees J-Dawg back up as well and slams a right into him, fighting off both men as best he can before suddenly Kev slams a knee into the midsection of Lance breaking his momentum and bending him right over before suddenly hooking him up into a suplex but drops him backwards across the shoulders of J-Dawg while still holding him around the neck before suddenly both members of Dogg Pound fall to the mat hitting Lance with a Powerbomb and a Neckbreaker at the same time. Lance is laid out flat and the fans are just booing loudly as Kev Dogg with a smile hooks the leg and prepares for the victory. But the referee is out!!!

J-Dawg just tries to wake him up as suddenly a huge cheer erupts around the arena so loud it feels like the stadium is shaking as finally Leland Dark appears jumping over the crowd barrier a briefcase in hand, he slides in behind both members of Dogg Pound and stances himself prepared to strike his head shaking ‘no way’ as he just waits for them to turn suddenly J-Dawg does and Leland smashes the briefcase over his head knocking him to the ring mat before Kev turns as well before ducking the first attempt, he then turns to attack but the better conditioned Leland is quicker and just slams the case over his head causing it to fly open as money litters the ring area to a huge cheer to the fans, Leland just shouts trash at Dogg Pound as he points angrily to the money before shouting ‘you won’t bribe me!’ he then just grabs lumps of the money to cheers from the fans and begins throwing it out to the people who flock to get there hands on the cash!!)

Dan Douglas: Leland Dark is throwing the money offered to him by Enterprise into the fans, my god, some people are going home happy bunnies tonight!! I can’t believe this!

Tim May: What an idiot, there has to be thousands in there and this fool is just throwing it away like pocket money!

(Suddenly though from the crowd behind him the fans suddenly stand in shock as a suited and booted Teresa Hilton suddenly climbs into the ring area and just looks smart and sexy dressed up in her two piece suit, she then grabs a steel chair from the announce table and just slides in the ring behind Leland Dark before poising herself for the shot, Leland has no clue and just drops the briefcase to the floor before shouting more abuse at the enterprise members before turning to be smashed over the head with a chair by Teresa knocking him out cold on the mat before she just throws the chair on the canvas in the middle of the ring and slaps the faces of Dogg Pound waking them back up before leaving the ring as the official begins to stir. Slowly both men push themselves to there feet and just turn to see Lance slowly making it to his feet as well, Kev suddenly leaves the ring and climbs one of the turnbuckles before perching on the top before Lance turns but right into the boot of J-Dawg who then drops him with the PITBULL PLUNGE RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!! He then turns Lance onto his back before rolling out of the way as Kev flies off and hits the Marvelous Leg Drop before hooking the legs as the official slowly makes his way over,

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The bell sounds as the sound of Worlds Collide hits the speakers again, Teresa then slides in the ring and just helps both men up before lifting there arms in the air in victory as the fans boo loudly at the successful tag duo now accompanied it seems by Teresa Hilton, the three of them slowly leave the ring as a dazed Leland begins to stir and just angrily looks up at the trio as they head for the backstage.)


VIDEO PACKAGE


Stand Up by Trapt begins to gently play in the background as multiple images begin to flood the screen.

Why don't you let me be
Leave me alone
You start a fire inside that I could never control
You wanna see a reaction

Come on and cut me down
You've gone as far as I'll go
Now you're crossing the line
And I am letting you know
Well here's your reaction

The crowd on the inside of an arena is going nuts as Magnum is featured eliminating the last person from a huge battle royal, becoming the first ever Annihilation World Heavyweight Champion. He poses in every single corner with the title belt held high above his head, his body glistening with sweat and ravaged with pain. The video flashes forward though, straight into footage of Nathan Creed standing inside of a hell in a cell with the Annihilation World title belt held above his head, a very determined, centered expression upon his face. A very bloody Hellkat barely has the strength to pull herself up onto a corner now as she lifts the Annihilation and FUF title belts above her head. Orlando Cruze is shown climbing up onto a turnbuckle with a pear of sunglasses clinging to his face as he raises the World Heavyweight title belt above his head. The “Dark Man” Desolation is now shown clinching the World title belt as well, standing in the ring and looking around himself on the first show after his title win at New Beginnings. Alexander Fayt is featured crossing his wrist on the stage, forming a X with the Annihilation Championship glistening around his waist as he strolls down the ramp. Silencer is featured holding his daughter in his arms and at the same time raising the World Championship above his head as confetti falls from the rafters, covering the ring. Psycho is now featured with a conniving expression on his face as Kingdom holds up his wrist with the Annihilation World title hanging from his grasp, clinging to his exhausted, bloodied frame.

Stand up
I have had enough
Walk away before I finish what you started
Face to face I will put you in your place
End this game before I finish what you started
Face to face everything will change

Images begin to flood the screen very quickly as the chorus kicks in, highlighting more of Annihilation’s long, illustrious history. Too Magnificent is shown giving Psycho a chokeslam off of a stage and through a table as he glares down at him with a sadistic look in his eyes. We now see Orlando Cruze being kicked in the testicles by Feral, causing him to bend over and shout in pain. Hunter is featured throwing Lord X into the windshield of a car and then backing up with a smirk on his face. Mayhem and AWOL now appear upon the screen, connecting with a double sit-down powerbomb on Dominique LeFallen. We now witness the resurrection of Killjoy as Deakin Kalloway as he assaults Psycho viciously from behind.

You planted the seed
How my anger has grown
Got an feeling inside that I can't seem to control
You wanna see a reaction

Come on and cut me down
You've gone as far as I'll go
Now you're crossing the line and I am letting you know
Well here's your reaction

Ravnos delivers a hard black hole slam on Poppa Cherry in slow motion before the footage shifts elegantly into a scene depicting River Angelus on an in ring date with Lady Lust. Nathan Creed spoils the good time however, as he enters the ring and attempts to assault Angelus for moving in on the woman he had been courting for quite some time. We now see Too Magnificent and Psycho doing a strip tease for Vivian and Eclyptica, who appear repulsed by the sexually explicit dancing. Brief images play over the screen, correlating to the High Rollers trying to take over Annihilation. Those scenes last ever so briefly, immediately being replaced by one featuring Orlando Cruze powerbombing Sheryl Gray through an announce table. He walks away, appearing incredibly proud of his actions. Nathan Creed is now featured forcing Alexander Fayt into the Courtesy Call, forcing him to begin shouting at the top of his lungs as he appears ready to tap out to the pain. Allen Rage is now shown tapping out to Curtis Jack with the Tazzmission. This image is replaced though with a scene of Killjoy standing in the rafters with a microphone, glaring down at Psycho, who is clinging to the side of a steel cage, his face smeared with blood.

Stand up
I have had enough
Walk away before I finish what you started
Face to face I will put you in your place
End this game before I finish what you started
Face to face everything will change

Insult
After insult

Too Magnificent is featured taking a cheese grater to the forehead of Phantom. This bloody image is replaced though with footage of Orlando Cruze decimating Cody Zahn, absolutely brutalizing him in the center of the ring. We see an image of Silencer connecting with the Break the Silence on Kult now, driving him down face first to the canvas with his spinning downward spiral. We now see another image of Silencer flying off the top rope and catching Alexander Fayt around the neck, spinning him around into the downward spiral as well. This image is replaced with a scene focusing on Silencer reversing the Final Credits on Angelus and turning it into the Break the Silence as well. Desolation now takes up the screen, connecting with the superkick on Hunter and knocking him completely out in the center of the ring. Killjoy is now shown reversing the Crucifer on Chapel and driving him down with a DDT straight onto a steel chair.

Stand up
I have had enough
Walk away before I finish what you started
Face to face I will put you in your place
End this game before I finish what you started
Face to face everything will change

Orlando Cruze is shown connecting with the Rock Bottom on Nathan Creed now, before it shifts into images of him hitting the move upon Too Magnificent, and then upon Desolation. An image floods the screen depicting Curtis Jack striking Celestra with a steel chair as Killjoy drops down in order to protect her. Images relating to AWOL now take up the screen as we see him breaking the bones in Hunter’s hand while it is trapped within a vice. Mayhem is now showed rolling off of a table while a bloody mess as Psycho moonsaults through it from the top of a cage, missing his opposition.

Stand Up


BACKSTAGE


Carlos Marquez is now standing in the back, with a huge smile upon his face. He marches back and forth, staring down at the ground and rubbing his hands together, appearing overwhelmed with some type of emotion. It doesn’t seem to be anger nor suspicion, instead, it appears to be, love. He works a groove into the floor through his pacing, passing the lockers at his side several times throughout the process of his excitement. The door leading into the lockeroom now comes ajar as Susie Moore strolls into the camera’s frame, clutching a microphone and wearing her usual dim-whit expression upon her face. Carlos peers up at her, a smile on his face.

Susie: Hi Carlos, I understand you demanded some air time here this evening. What do you have to say, more make up tips?

Carlos looks at Susie, overly anxious as he removes a small, single sheet of paper from the interior of his tights, dressed for in ring competition, which will only occur a few moments from now.

Carlos: Not this time Susie, but sweety puff, you need some more shadowing on those eyes, right now, the way your make up is arranged, screams whore.

Susie smiles, running her hands over her eye lids.

Susie: Excellent, I’m sending the message I intended to, hehehe.

Carlos looks a bit bewildered as he rolls his eyes and now forces a smile.

Marquez: Well, honey, the reason I called you back here was because I’m determined to profess my love for a strong, studly, oh so handsome hero, Mayhem. You see we may be bumping bodies tonight in the ring, but I can think of a much more flattering place for our bodies to collide, oh, so, so nasty. Anywho, I’ve decided to express my deep seated emotional longing for Mayhem, through a poem that I’ve arranged.

Carlos unfolds the paper in his hands, looking down at it as Susie wears a confused expression upon her face throughout the process. Marquez centers himself, trying to get his emotional side in check before commencing.

Carlos: Roses are red, violets are blue
I’m here tonight, to profess my passionate love for you.
I know you have muscles, and I have none
But get us together, and I’m sure we can have some fun.....

Susie: Wait a minute, I’m confused...

Carlos stops reading as he looks up from his paper into the face of Moore now.

Susie: Are you saying that you’re a sausage inspector?

Carlos blinks his eyes several times, falling into a realm of confusion, unable to believe that Susie is just now putting this together. He now shakes his head back and forth, snapping back into reality.

Carlos: You know what, maybe I’ll just read this poem to Mayhem in the ring sugar.

The flamboyant Carlos strolls around Susie, who turns to watch him leave, still with a puzzled look on her face.

Ah, young love, such a sweet, yet disturbing sight to behold.

Susie looks around even more confused now, trying to discover the source of this somewhat demonic speech. She turns around finally, glaring into a shadowy corner, which Bluhd Raige slowly emerges from. He strides into the camera’s frame, the hulking behemoth towering over Moore, who seems a bit frightened by his presence, having not seen him throughout this entire process with Carlos.

Bluhd: Don’t worry, the God is not here to harm you Susie, he’s here to profess his feelings, much like Carlos did so boldly a few moments ago. I too have feelings which need to be brought out into the open, but my feelings aren’t based out of love or lust, they’re derived from rage, from intensity. I too have deep seated emotions, however, they involve concluding the lives of Carlos Marquez and Mayhem. These two have been nothing but pest, instead of the worshipers that they should be. Instead of bowing at my feet, they’re either trying to destroy my legacy, or bow down behind one another in order to complete some unnatural acts. My point is, all the embarrassment, all the humiliation will end, will meet its demise tonight, when I take the bodies of Mayhem and Carlos Marquez and put them down for good.

Bluhd steps around Susie now, who watches him leave with a slightly perplexed look on her face.

Susie: Homosexuality? Evil Gods? It’s like I’m in an episode of Xena Warrior Princess.

Susie continues to shake her head before looking at the camera and shrugging her shoulders.


BLUHD RAIGE VS. MAYHEM VS. CARLOS MARQUEZ


(Everything Ends hits, as the light in the arena dim to black. Suddenly, a red M flashes onto the jumbotron, as a red M floods into the ring illuminating the arena. Mayhem steps out from the back, runs to the ring, and slides in as the lights return to normal. Mayhem begins to pace around the ring.)

Dan: Well like normal Mayhem spends no time in getting down to the ring. Awaiting the carnage to begin in this heated match. Tempers will fly tonight Tim.

Tim: And there is little to no chance for little Carlos Marquez. Mayhem and Bluhd Raige will do nothing short of destroying each other and whomever stand in their way.

("Ass like that" by Eminem hits the speakers causing the fans to cheer loudly as the highlight reel shows some pink 18" Rims going around and around before backing up to show the trademark pink hummer of none other then ULW's first gay man, Carlos Marquez!!! He walks out from the back, flanked by his two bodyguards and his manager in chav clothing, a poodle is on a lead in front of him and nobody but the fans seems to find it even a little abnormal that he is wearing pink Spandex to the ring and even funnier, nipple tassels!!! He walks down the ramp followed by his crew, before reaching the apron and climbing onto it, he then gives the dog lead to his manager 'Bruv' and enters the ring before twirling in a complete circle before dropping to one knee and outstretching his arms to the fans with a grin from ear to ear. Mayhem just stares on at him in disgust as Carlos starts to get red in the face and blows Mayhem a kiss. Mayhem seems to freak out and turns away from him and kicks the bottom ropes in frustration. Doom maker's slow, almost monster-movie-like intro begins playing, the screen showing footage of Bluhd Raige himself standing in various rings, executing various moves to his opponents, interspersed with flashes of Bluhd Raige covered in his own blood from several rather extreme hardcore matches, in time with the bass drum. As the screen flashes a shot of Bluhd Raige covered head-to-toe in his own blood, his shirt in tatters, revealing the impossibly muscular frame of his torso, the words "Bow Before Your God" appear at the bottom of the screen, and Bluhd emerges from the backstage area, walking slowly, as always, trailed by his manager, Vaughn Edwards. Bluhd walks up the steps and climbs over the ropes. Towering over everyone. The bell rings and Mayhem rushes straight at Bluhd. Slamming a forearm into the chin of Raige. Followed by another and another. Raige getting pushed back into the corner. Mayhem pulls his arm back and unleashes a hellacious knife edge chop to the chest. He once again pulls his arm back and swings but Bluhd gets his arm up and blocks it. He switches places with Mayhem and slugs him in the face twice before raising his hand high in the air and hitting Mayhem with a open hand slap to the chest. The referee gets in between them and starts his 5 count. He gets to 4 before Bluhd steps back and grins.)

Dan: Mayhem wasting no time in getting up close and personal with Bluhd Raige here. Taking it straight to the big man

Tim: But just look at the size of this guy. There is no way Mayhem will beat him. He is a clear foot taller than him. This man is a true monster. You need to forget chapel and AWOL. This new monster is in town.

(Mayhem pushes him self out of the corner as Carlos remains in the far corner staying out of the way. Bluhd Raige turns around and spots Carlos preening his hair. Carlos spots Bluhd and smiles innocently. Bluhd just shakes his head and charges at Carlos. Carlos jumps to life and rolls under the incoming arm of Bluhd. Carlos swings around and slaps Bluhd on the ass. The crowd let out a wave of cheers as Carlos springs to life. Bluhd violently swings his arm around for a thunderous clothesline. But Carlos takes a step backwards. Bluhd Raige charges Carlos but to only receive a drop toe hold. Bluhd falls face first and Carlos is left kneeling behind him in a precarious position. The fans let out a burst of laughter and Carlos seems to blush a bit. He starts to giggle before he brings his hand up and slams it straight onto the ass cheek of Bluhd Raige. Bluhd rolls out of the ring and kicks the apron violently. Carlos starts to skip around the ring when Mayhem charges in at him. He steam rolls straight through him like a train. Carlos is laid out on the ground as Bluhd Raige climbs the apron. Mayhem Charges in and hits Bluhd with a stiff clothesline. Bluhd hold onto the ropes. Mayhem delivers a series of rights to the jaw. Bluhd blocks his last attempts and head buts Mayhem on the top of the head. Mayhem stumbles back and Carlos is there to roll him up and grab his ass whilst pinning him….

1...Kickout

Mayhem kicks out violently and rolls back onto his feet. Carlos is smiling from ear to ear when Mayhem charges back at him. Carlos moves out of the way and Mayhem flies across the ring with a flying forearm which he hits Bluhd Raige with to the cranium. Bluhd is knocked off of the apron and hit’s the barrier back first and Mayhem gets tangles on the top rope and bounces back into the ring.)

Dan: Carlos starting to get into this match. Getting up to his unusual unorthodox antics. And they seem to be working rather well!

Tim: But he is angering two monsters. How clever is that!

Dan: You do have a point there Tim. This can only get uglier!

(Mayhem slowly pushes himself to his feet when Carlos jumps on his back. He then proceeds to slap his ass like he is a horse. The crowd let out a bellow of cheers. Suddenly, out of nowhere Bluhd Raige comes blazing across the ring and spears Mayhem out of his skin. Mayhem falls flat on his back squashing little Marquez underneath him. Bluhd gets up and lets out a roar to the boo’s of the fans. He picks Mayhem up by his head and kicks him in the mid-section. He grabs his tights and lifts him up high over head. He holds him there for a moment before slamming him back down with a stalling brain buster. Mayhem spills onto the canvas. Bluhd drops down and goes for the cover….

1...

2...

Kickout

Mayhem pushes Bluhd aside and rolls onto his stomach.)

Dan: Bluhd starting to take advantage of this match now. Using his immense strength to take Mayhem down a notch!

(Bluhd gets back to his feet and turns around only to be met with a Spinning heel kick to the face from Carlos. Bluhd stumbles backwards with Carlos following up. Bluhd takes a swing at Carlos but he dodges under the arm. Bluhd spins around only to be met with a thunderous Slapnut (Superkick) to the heart. Bluhd tumbles backwards into the ropes. He slouches down into the corner when Mayhem comes charging in. He rams his knee into the face of Bluhd causing the crowd to groan from the sickening shot. Bluhd starts to fight back though whilst sitting in the corner. He gives Mayhem three straight rights to the jaw followed by two lefts. Carlos now steps in and delivers a series of martial arts kicks to the chest and head of Bluhd Raige. Mayhem seems to get angered by this and charges at Carlos. He see’s it coming and hit’s a drop toe hold. Mayhem lands right on the groin of Bluhd Raige. The men from the crowd groan as Bluhd lets out a roar of pain. Mayhem rolls over. Sitting in the lap of Bluhd Raige. Carlos’ eyes seem to light up with Joy.)

Tim: Not that damn Homoerotic Bronco Buster. Please. I just had something to eat!

(Carlos charges in and jumps on them with the Homoerotic. The crowd let out a huge cheer and Carlos proceeds to rub his crotch in the face of Mayhem and Bluhd. Mayhem seems to snap and pushes Carlos away. He quickly gets back to his feet and dashes towards Carlos. He side steps him and slaps his ass as he rushes by. Mayhem bounces off the ropes and comes steam rolling back with a lariat. Carlos just in the nick of time spins around and hits Mayhem on the noggin with a spinning heel kick. Mayhem falls to the floor and Carlos makes it to his. But Bluhd comes charging across the ring and spears Carlos out of his skin. He now picks Carlos back up to his feet and gets him on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Setting up for his Down the Barrel. He goes to spin him around when Mayhem comes crashing into Bluhd with a high knee to his spine. Bluhd falls the ground letting go of Carlos who lands on his feet. Carlos jumps in the air towards Mayhem who catches him in his arms. Carlos takes it upon himself to plant a smacker on the lips of Mayhem. The crowd let out a thunderous wave of cheers. Mayhem freaks out and drop Carlos on the floor and starts to stomp the shit out of him. He picks him up and throws him up and out of the ring. Carlos crashed to the mats outside. Mayhem turns around and see’s Bluhd standing up. He rushes at him but Bluhd ducks his arm and rams him shoulder into his spine. Mayhem roars in pain as Bluhd hoists him up backwards over his shoulders.)

Dan: If Bluhd Raige hits this. It could well be over

Tim: Not could Dan. It will be over!

(Bluhd swing him up and over into his Spinning The Chamber. Mayhem is flat out on the mats and Bluhd covers…

1...

2...

3..!!

The bell rings and Doom maker hit’s the system. Bluhd gets up and his manger gets into the ring. He holds up Bluhd arm and he looks down at Mayhem is disgust. He slowly exit’s the ring when Carlos slides back in. He quickly scampers over to Mayhem and starts to give him mouth to mouth. Mayhem jumps back to life and rolls under the ropes to the outside. He scrubs his mouth and stomps on up the ramp with Carlos shrugging his shoulder whilst standing in the ring.)


BACKSTAGE


A loud mixture of boos and cheers echoes through the back as the camera opens upon the entire FUF roster huddled around one another in one of the backstage lockerooms. Jason Seagreen is seated upon his moped wheelchair, with Curtis Jack, Chapel, Psycho, Sean Johnson, and Johnny Kingdom all standing around him, in the forefront of the crowd of individuals currently occupying the small room. Sarah Punche, Alex Andrews, Teresa Hilton, and seemingly everyone else who has even remotely had anything to do with FUF over the past few months all occupy a circle formed around the FUF General Manager and the Team that is about to take part in the tag match just a few moments from now.

Jason Seagreen: Ladies and Gentlemen, the time has come, we’ve been waiting for this day for a long, long time.

Everyone nods their heads, agreeing with Seagreen, with the exception of Johnny Kingdom, who seems unusually focused and centered for the impending battle.

Seagreen: You see everyone, this is our chance to show Annihilation the truth, a fact that they have been blind too ever since their second rate show was created. We all know that we were better than them, that we are the superior federation, that FUF has been, and always will be the flagship of the ULW. We have the superior roster, the superior management, and have been far more entertaining than Annihilation can ever hope to be. People like Orlando Cruze, AWOL, Silencer, Killjoy and Nathan Creed, fail to realize this though, they fail to accept it. But this match will open their eyes, this ten man battle will seal their fait. They’ll have to see the truth after everyone of the ULW Icon’s find themselves laid out on the canvas, bleeding and begging for mercy.

The FUF members begin to smile and nod their heads, liking the sound of this.

Jason: You five men, you five stars, have to go out there and keep brutalizing them until there is nothing left. You can’t hold back, you have to put your blood, your sweat, your tears, everything you’ve worked so hard for into this match. You have to have that drive, that ambition, that hunger not to be defeated. This is your time, this is your cha....

Kingdom: That’s right!

Seagreen looks towards the FUF World Heavyweight Champion, appearing offended over the fact that he was cut off.

Johnny: I don’t care if you guys are hurting, if you have a broken bone in your body or a ripped muscle, you’ll keep fighting until you can’t stand anymore, then you’ll pick yourselves back up and continue your onslaught. I don’t even care if I have to carry this team to victory, I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again...

Jason: Um, Johnny, I was kind of talking here.

Kingdom glares at Seagreen and now begins to shake his head, falling silent for a second.

Jason: As I was saying, this is your opportunity to finally put down everyone who says you don’t have the talent, those who have brandished you as being inferior to people like Orlando Cruze and Killjoy. It’s time for you all to take your place, to seize the spotlight, to seize your opportunity, go out there tonight and win for FUF, win for your roster, win for.....

The Mnoose!

Seagreen looks up as his face noticeably fills with dissatisfaction. The entire FUF roster now shift their sights to none other than co-FUF general manager, Bob, who hasn’t been seen since his stint on ULW Big Brother. Bob strolls into the camera’s frame with an excited expression on his face, rubbing his ample size stomach in the process.

Jason: Bob, what the hell are you doing here?

Bob becomes even more excited.

Bob: Bob wants to give inspirational speech to qweefmisters too. Let Bob give speech about Mnooses.

Jason rubs his face with the palm of his hand, looking highly agitated before he looks up at Johnny Kingdom, Curtis, Chapel, Johnson and Psycho, beginning to shake his head.

Jason: I think that’s your cue to get going.

The team FUF members nod their heads before turning and walking out of the dressing room. Bob appears offended that no one wishes to stay and hear his speech. Bob turns around to face the only man still occupying the room though, Jason Seagreen. His face fills with delight.

Bob: Bob tell you the Mnoose speech.

He begins to clap his hands together while Seagreen grabs his temple.

Jason: Oh dear God no.


BACKSTAGE


The crowd screams with delight at the sight of Orlando Cruze standing in the forefront of the camera. He hops up and down, getting himself physically and mentally hyped up for the impending tag match. The camera pans out slowly, revealing Nathan Creed standing beside him, causing the crowd to have another loud reaction as he squeezes his wrist. Beside him looms the towering figure of AWOL which causes the entire arena to stand up and rejoice at the sight of the Big Crazy Bastard. Their reaction intensifies as Killjoy is now revealed standing beside AWOL, staring forward with an intense expression upon his face. The camera pans out just a bit further now, revealing Silencer standing at the end of the line of superstars, causing an even louder reaction to pour through the lips of the fans. All five Annihilation stars look energetic, enthused to go out there and compete as the camera pulls out even a little bit further, now revealing Mark Comeau, shaggy beard and all standing in front of everyone of the competitors. His eyes scan each one of their faces, perhaps recalling everything that they’ve been through over the past 6 months since he became General Manager of Annihilation, all the battles that they’ve had, all the wars that he’s seen each one of these men be involved in.

Mark: The time is here gentlemen, no more waiting.

The five individuals begin to nod their heads, looking mentally pumped up for what is about to transpire in the center of the ring.

Mark: I know that we all haven’t seen eye to eye on many occasions....

Mark glares at Killjoy, who returns the stare, some tension passing between both men. AWOL looks over at Orlando and then turns his eyes towards Silencer and finally sets them upon Killjoy as well.

Mark: But I think we’re all agreed on the fact that we’re going to have to work together out there in order to win this tag match. There can be no loners, this has to be a team effort out there. And I think everyone of you know what it’s going to take to get the victory out there in this match. FUF is going to throw everything at you that they can, so be ready.

AWOL, Silencer, Killjoy, Nathan and Orlando all nod their heads as Mark folds his arms one over the other, taking a deep breath, realizing that it’s all come down to this.

Mark: Alright fellas, I don’t think I can say anything you already haven’t heard or know already. So, let’s do this.

Comeau slaps his hands together as Silencer nods his head and turns towards his teammates. He now motions for them to follow as Nathan, Orlando, Killjoy, and AWOL all stroll out of the dressing room, fired up as they do so. All five men stroll through the doorway as the camera shifts to Mark Comeau, watching them leave as he backs towards his black leather chair. He drops into it, unleashing a sigh in the process as he covers his eyes with his hand, obviously very nervous over what is going to occur inside of the ring.


JOHNNY KINGDOM/ PSYCHO/ CHAPEL/ CURTIS JACK/ SEAN JOHNSON
VERSUS
SILENCER/ ORLANDO CRUZE/ KILLJOY/ AWOL/ NATHAN CREED
WINNING BRAND SURVIVES

Dan: Ladies and Gentlemen, the time has come, no more waiting, the main event is right here, right now.

Tim: Oh man, I am so eager to see this one, so, so anxious. All these weeks has been building towards this one match, the entire FUF vs. Annihilation war comes down to this. Let’s watch it, come on, let’s watch it now, now I say. I can’t wait to look at you Dan and say, your fired, it’s going to be remarkable.

As the music hits the PA, the lights dim. A gold spotlight shines over the entrance way. Curtis Jack comes from the back, dressed in rather expensive attire and walks down the run way with the spotlight following his every step. Curtis ignores the fans and looks straight ahead to the ring with a determined and aggressive look upon his face. He rolls in through the bottom ropes and does some more shadow boxing. This only gets more boos from the fans, thoroughly collecting as they bombard the FUF team member. Curtis spins in circles, shaking his head in all directions with a grin on his face as he removes the gold chain from around his neck and drops it into one of the corners

Tim: There he is, Curtis Jack, perhaps one of FUF’s greatest stars, past, present, and future.

Dan: Curtis Jack can be considered a legend here in the ULW, a former Livewire Champion. Although I cannot condone his behavior of the past few months, especially that sickening chair assault he had upon the arm of Orlando.

Eyes wide shut by Edgewater suddenly hits the speakers as the fans stand to boo the man about to come out, the former intercontinental champion, Sean ‘Genocide’ Johnson. He steps out from the back waving his arms with a smile on his face while trash talking the fans before just pointing at a guy in the front row as he begins to walk down the ring, he then slaps a sign out of another fans hands which is supporting Nathan Creed before stopping at the bottom of the ramp and climbing onto the apron before pointing at Curtis Jack.

Dan: “Genocide” Sean Johnson is now out here, one of the premier stars of FUF, I still can’t believe that set up a few weeks ago though, when he delivered that frog splash and helped cost Silencer the World title.

Tim: That was an absolute thing of beauty, I mean, you can’t ask for anything more brilliant than that set up.

Dan: Well if I were Johnson, I’d watch out for Silencer in that ring tonight.

Tim: Your not Sean Johnson, nor will you ever even hope to be anytime within your life span.

The arena grows dark as fire ignites in front of the entryway. "Karma" by Twiztid blares over the sound system and Chapel's highlight reel begins to play. Chapel emerges with Demona as the flames part, the Livewire title glistening over his shoulder. Chapel, in a trench coat with a black hood over his head, raises his arms and the flames moves down the aisle forming a path. Chapel enters the ring alone. After entering the ring, Chapel kneels in a corner and prays. Chapel then removes his hood and trench coat before raising his arms up again in the center of the ring as the flames die down and the lights come back up in the arena. He stands up and glares at both Sean Johnson and Curtis, both men stepping forward and hitting knuckles with him.

Tim: Feast your eyes upon greatness Dan. Feast your eyes upon the man who left Annihilation, brandished as a loser, but came back as one of the greatest performers the world has ever seen, and the greatest Livewire Champion to boot as well.

Dan: Alright, if you’d remove you lips from Chapel’s ass for a moment, I’d just like to say that he truly is a good, possibly great competitor, but the way he slurred Annihilation, and the set up he’s perpetuated against AWOL, is downright deplorable.

Tim: Um, I fail to see how either of those things were remotely negative.

Break You hits the PA system as the crowd responds with pure anger. As the words come into the song Psycho walks out onto the ramp with the Annihilation World Heavyweight title over his shoulder. He has a demonic look in his eyes and a sadistic smirk on his face which can be seen through the strands of hair that cover his face. The crowd give a mixed reaction. He slowly walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring and turns to the ref, handing him the Annihilation title with great care. He turns towards his three team mates now, glaring at each man with a bit of suspicion as they return the stare, also looking slightly concerned.

Dan: Psycho, the Annihilation World Heavyweight Champion, is now here, and let me just elaborate upon how much it disgusts me each and every time I see this man in the ring with that title. He stole that championship from Silencer.

Tim: No way, he earned it, he beat Silencer with his pure in ring skills, the same abilities that he utilized to tear Orlando Cruze apart last week. He’ll be utilizing those same skills tonight, to put down the Annihilation team.

Dan: I’ll take a wait and see approach to that statement.

Suddenly Wake up by Lost Prophets hits the speakers causing the fans to turn there cheers into huge, huge amounts of boos as the sound of the Team leaders entrance theme blasts from the sound system, the highlight reel shows the long time FUF World Champion in various matches holding his title proudly and hitting many of his finishers on different opponents, suddenly he steps out to an even louder negative response, but with a smile he merely takes the world title from his shoulder and holds it above his head to the scum the ULW calls fans around him. He then throws it back over his shoulder before walking down the ring in his new Team Leader T-shirt with Team FUF written on the back, he climbs up onto the apron and just enters the ring. He now lifts his gold into the air, tapping it and making sure all four members of his group realize who the champion, and who the leader is in this contest.

Tim: The FUF World Heavyweight Champion, Johnny Kingdom is now here, take it in Dan, soak in all of his magnificence, all of his glory. Or you can do it after he wins this ten man tag tonight.

Dan: Well Johnny certainly has proven himself as a Team Leader, but one element he fails to control is Psycho, who has constantly been nipping his authority in the bud every chance he gets.

Johnny glares at Psycho, both men stepping up into one another’s faces, arguing amongst one another. The arena lights dim as white search lights pan over the audience. Some mellow guitar chords are overlayed with a voice...
It's safe to say,
you're never alive.
A big part of you has died,
and by the way...

All the arena lights go out, save the fans holding lighters into the air.

I HOPE YOU'RE SATISFIED!!!!

The stage literally explodes as mushroom cloud shaped pyrotechnics fly from the corners, Godsmack's "Alive" ripping from the arena's speakers as the biggest, craziest bastard in this industry strides from the back with the Submission title belt around his waist. A pair of guards follow him to the ring, watching him warily as the big man glares from side to side at the fans before leaping to the ring apron, stepping between the middle rope. He climbs one turnbuckle, slapping a hand against his chest twice before raising the fist into the air, shouting "Semper Fi, Do or Die" along with the fans. He drops back to the mat, bouncing from foot to foot and turning to face Chapel, both men’s eyes interlocking from across the ring. The Livewire Champion and the Submission Champion just continue to exchange the tense glare.

Dan: AWOL, the Biggest Craziest Bastard in the ULW, the new Submission Champion, has come out here set for what should be one of the most important matches of his career. This also provides him with the chance to get his hands upon Chapel.

Tim: Uh, yeah, whatever, Chapel is the one who’s going to be getting his hands on AWOL, and showing him, who the real monster of the Holy War was all along.

Fear Factory’s “Edgecrusher” explodes out of the arena’s sound system as the crowd jumps up onto their feet. Killjoy emerges through a blanket of fog that has crept upon the stage. He stops on the stage and puts on his custom crucifix pose to a huge eruption of cheers from the fans. Robin Brooks strides from the back as well without her title belts. Killjoy starts down the ramp now, looking intense, his eyes glaring forward at the ring, and straight at the FUF member. Killjoy jumps onto the apron and starts towards the turnbuckle, moving up it before giving another crucifix pose to the excited fans, who goes nuts, Robin Brooks clapping her hands on the outside. Killjoy puts his hands on the ropes now and jumps over to the inside of the ring. He steps towards Kingdom, who is refrained from unleashing any violence by official Alex Ingelson.

Tim: look at Killjoy, threatening to get his hands on Kingdom, like he could even begin to inflict any damage upon the longest reigning World Champion in ULW history.

Dan: Killjoy’s got tremendous talent. He’s had incredible matches with Silencer, Curtis Jack, and numerous other members of the opposition, but the one man he seems to be dying to get his hands on, is Johnny Kingdom. We should see that come full circle here tonight.

The lights dim down. A guitar riff can be heard playing quite solemnly, before its get heavier, indicating the opening chords of Breaking Benjamin's 'Polyamorous' before the screamed words are heard

LET'S GOOOOOOO

Upon those words the strobe lighting, and flashing lights, kick in covering the arena in a dazzling display of white light with blue flashes. From backstage appears Nathan Creed, focus upon his face and determination in his eye. Nathan heads down to the ring, glancing around at his fans, with a very intense expression on his face Nathan's music continues to play into a more solemn part of the song. The strobe lighting dies down, but the lights continue to flicker slowly as Nathan makes his way to the ring. Various sedated images from Nathan's matches, and more memorable promo's, air on the Titantron. As Nathan almost reaches the ring the music kick up a gear again with the chorus. With that Nathan takes a run and slides under the bottom rope, the Titantron now showing some of the more impressive clips from Nathan's matches, including Total Domination and several clips of the Courtesy Call amongst some of Nathan's impressive technical skills. Nathan gets up and climbs upon the second rope of the turnbuckle, gazing out into the crowd. He raises a single arm into the air and gets a huge reaction from the crowd. Nathan paces back and forth, stretching himself out for the upcoming match. He turns around to glare at Psycho now, the Annihilation World Champion staring sternly at one of his greatest rivals here in the ULW.

Dan: Nathan Creed looks all fired up over tonight’s big match, over getting his hands upon Psycho, the Annihilation title holder, and at the same time securing the sanctity of his job.

Tim: Well, neither of those things are going to happen. Firstly, Psycho is going to beat him into submission, then Nathan is going to watch as his dreams and aspirations fade away thanks to team FUF.

Killjoy steps towards Nathan, whispering into his ears, the two men discussing strategy as they glare at their FUF opposition. The lights dim and Megadeth’s The Scorpion begins to play over the PA system. Several strobe lights kick in around the arena for a few seconds until the arena is left in total darkness. An explosion rocks the top of the ramp and as the smoke clears Orlando walks down the ramp and to the ring, the crowd nearing taking the roof off of the arena. He slides under the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, raising one arm in the air. He then jumps down and walks over to the opposite turnbuckle, straight past the FUF members as he steps up onto it. He thrusts his arms into the air, causing everyone to go nuts.

Dan: Orlando Cruze has hit the arena and he has got these people on their feet. The ULW Icon perhaps one of the proudest Annihilation roster members that this federation has to offer.

Tim: I wouldn’t brag about Orlando being one of your most popular performers if I were you. I mean, Annihilation already has enough to be embarrassed about.

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. "Bridge to Cross" by Black Label Society 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 jewlery, 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. His eyes shift upward into the face of Kingdom though, the man who stabbed him in the back at War of the Worlds.

Dan: Simon “Silencer” Cagero is now here, the former Annihilation World Heavyweight Champion, the man who was screwed out of his gold at the hands of Johnny Kingdom and Psycho.

Tim: So what, Silencer is not a champion anyone could be proud of, he didn’t deserve the title in the first place.

Dan: Are you kidding me?

Team Annihilation and Team FUF now convene in their corners, discussing their game plans for this battle as everyone begins to exit. The only two men remaining in the ring are now Orlando Cruze and Johnny Kingdom. Orlando Cruze stares across the ring, staring directly into the face of Johnny Kingdom, the fans beginning to cheer on the fact that these are the two men starting off this huge ten man tag team match up with such dire, repercussions in store. The crowd is clapping and chanting Orlando’s name as he looks back and forth at them before his eyes shift back to the FUF World Champion, who is busy stretching on the ropes, before he stands up and glares straight into the face of Cruze. Both men finally beginning to circle one another as the bell sounds in the background. Johnny Kingdom and Orlando both lift one hand into the air now, slowly reaching out with them at a snails pace, doing the same with their other arms as well. The fans can feel the electricity as both of these men lock up one hand, and then slowly, apprehensively lock up with the other set of hands. Johnny suddenly stands up though, lifting his foot into the air and kicking the forearm of Orlando, away from one of his hands, freeing it long enough to spin around under the other arm of Orlando, quickly and violently. He turns back to face Orlando, lifting the arm of Cruze up into the air while letting it go and then bending forward. He uses his other arm to trip the legs out from under Cruze, causing him to collapse onto his back and kick his legs up into the air as a result. Johnny grabs a hold of his ankle immediately, standing at the side of his leg which is still extended upward and into the air as Kingdom places his shoulder to it and begins to twist it now. Orlando lies on his back, reaching up for his leg while in this submission hold by Kingdom. While lying on his back he suddenly rolls over sideways drastically, pulling Johnny in the same direction. Kingdom cartwheels over sideways however, landing on his feet as Orlando stands up and rushes at him with a great burst of speed, looking a bit caught off guard that Kingdom was able to counter his counter with that cartwheel. He steps forward quickly only for Johnny to bend down and grab him by the ankle, tripping him up in reverse onto the canvas with a single leg take down. Johnny places his shoulder to the shin of Cruze and begins to twist his ankle once again in the same submission hold he just had the Annihilation performer in. Orlando yells in pain while lying on his back before he rolls over onto his stomach, crossing his free leg over the back of the knee of the one being held in this version of the ankle lock. He uses his arms to push himself upwards now as Kingdom is forced to release his ankle and instead pushes Orlando upward as well. Cruze does a head stand over onto his feet before turning around to face Johnny once again, the crowd beginning to cheer on the reversals they’ve thus far witnessed between both of these men. Orlando steps towards Johnny quickly, bending forward as Kingdom throws a lariat, trying to switch around behind his back. Johnny reaches down with his arm though and wraps it around and the neck of Orlando, placing him in a front facelock, pushing him in front of his body. Orlando begins to slide his head out of the hold though, grabbing the arm of Kingdom that is holding him in the submission in the process. He twists it around and connects with an arm drag like maneuver, as Johnny flips forward onto the canvas and then immediately rises to his feet, glaring into the face of Orlando. Both men freeze as they begin to circle one another again, very slowly, the fans putting their hands together for the reversals they’ve thus far seen between the two technically inclined combatants. Johnny and Orlando continue to circle one another before Kingdom stops and looks into the crowd, shouting at a fan who started to chant Cruze’s name. He turns towards Orlando now, hunching forward as both men step in. Orlando and Johnny both extend their hands outward into a Greco knuckle lock, a test of strength with one arm. They begin to lift their others into the air when Orlando steps around under the one he already has a hold of and places Kingdom in an arm ringer. Johnny begins to shout in pain as his arm is twisted by Orlando, who is gripping him tightly around the wrist throughout this process. Kingdom lifts his other arm into the air and uses it to strike the elbow region of his own arm being held in the submission, forcing it to fold up and pull Orlando forward into the direction of the FUF World Champion. He turns around with his back facing Orlando and grabs him around the jaw, snapmaring him violently over onto the canvas. As he slams into the ring across his posterior, Johnny drops to the canvas and begins to scoot across his knees in his direction, reaching out with his arms in the process and grabbing Orlando around the neck. Cruze spins around quickly though, grabbing his arm and swinging around under it before standing up and placing Johnny once again in the arm ringer. The fans begin to cheer this sight as Kingdom rises to his feet, grinding his teeth in anger before he swings around backwards to face Orlando. He stands up with his back to the chest of Orlando, grabbing him around the jaw and snaprmaring him over once again to the canvas. He reaches down to grab Orlando who is spread across his back before Cruze reaches into the air and grabs the arm of Johnny. He rolls over backwards, sliding over top the arm of the kneeling Kingdom and planting both feet to the canvas before dragging Johnny upward, stepping around under his arm and applying the arm ringer for a third time. The crowd begins to cheer on this athletic move.

Dan: Wow, check out some of this intense counter, reversal wrestling going on between the FUF World Heavyweight Champion Johnny Kingdom, and Orlando Cruze, perhaps one of the most, if not, the most, popular stars on Annihilation.

Tim: These guys are really busting out some stuff we haven’t seen before, especially in the past couple of months, these guys have really tapped into their technical wrestling capabilities, and here you are, seeing it at perhaps it’s finest in the main event of Bloody Massacre.

Johnny is standing up straight as Orlando continues to twist his wrist at a violent angle, really establishing this textbook hold. Kingdom lifts his foot into the air and swings it down violently at the canvas, causing his body to gain momentum in the process, spinning himself around now to begin facing Orlando, who is still holding onto his wrist. He is unable to fight it though as Johnny turns around to face him, pulling his arm towards his body. Cruze keeps a hold of his wrist as Johnny lifts his arms into the air and places them around his head. He pulls the forearm of Cruze into the side of the champion’s face, causing him to release his wrist now as Johnny places both of his hands around the other wrist of Orlando. He swings around under it, placing Cruze in an arm ringer of his own.. He pulls him forward into a side headlock immediately though. The crowd begins to cheer on the European style counter just utilized by Johnny, who breaks the side headlock and then grabs the arm of Orlando, while switching around behind his back and applying the hammerlock. Kingdom looks around at the crowd with a sinister smirk upon his face, knowing that he has Orlando precisely where he wants him in this contest now, having out chain wrestled him perhaps. Orlando begins to drive the elbow of his free arm into the ribs of Kingdom. He back elbows him several times before Johnny releases the hammerlock and spins around with his body, hooking his arm around the other arm of Orlando as he goes for another back elbow. He drops sideways down to the canvas, pulling Cruze with him into an arm drag. Orlando flips over sideways onto the canvas as Johnny rises to his knees, continuing to hold his arm and placing it in an arm lock now. The crowd has a mixed reaction before Kingdom pulls Orlando up onto his posterior and reaches out with his other arm. He keeps the arm lock established as he tries to wrap his hand around the chin of Cruze in order to place him in a reverse chin lock as well. He grabs him around the chin when Orlando reaches up with his free hand and grabs the wrist of Kingdom attached to the hand gripping him under the chin. He almost bridges his way up as he pulls his arm free of the arm lock and swings around under the one of Kingdom’s that he just grabbed a hold of. He pulls the arm of Johnny forward now into the arm ringer once again, the fans unleash a few ohs, and awes at the sight of Orlando getting that troublesome move locked in upon the FUF World Champion. Johnny rests on his knees as Orlando stands above him, twisting his arm repeatedly with the arm ringer, dangerously placing torque upon it. Johnny stands though, beginning to step around the ring in circles as Orlando keeps him in the wrist lock, making every revolution with his opponent. Johnny does a forward flip senton onto the canvas now, landing on his back before he rolls over in reverse onto his knees, Cruze still holding onto his arm and refusing to let go. While Kingdom is on his knees he rolls forward once again, ending on his back before he pushes himself up onto his shoulders and then nips up onto the canvas. He lands on his feet and now steps towards the ropes, dragging Orlando with him as he keeps the arm ringer applied. Kingdom jumps into the air and lands across the backs of both his legs on the top rope, flipping over in reverse now onto his feet with Orlando standing at his side. Kingdom steps sideways abruptly, his ribs crashing into the forearms of Orlando and causing them to break away from his wrist. He grabs one of the arms of Orlando now with both hands and then ducks around under it before turning to face Cruze. He holds onto the wrist of Orlando and pulls him forward now into a front gantry, really establishing the hold with all of his strength as the crowd cannot help but to cheer what they just witness transpire. Orlando grabs the arm of Kingdom though and then steps around under it once again and uses it to arm drag Johnny over forward onto the canvas. Kingdom flips over crashing across his back before he rolls over onto his feet and turns to face Orlando. The crowd begins to cheer as both men stop moving and just glare into one another’s faces.

Dan: Another great series of reversals between Johnny Kingdom and Orlando Cruze, both of these men putting on an absolute clinic in the ring right now.

Tim: Neither man really getting themselves a decisive advantage, but I can imagine that it’s only a matter of time before Kingdom can get Cruze, or any Annihilation star into position for the Exodus Finale.

Chapel, Curtis, Psycho, and Johnson all shout at Kingdom to show Orlando why FUF is superior while the Annihilation competitors cheer on Orlando, several of them looking impressed with his technical abilities in this contest thus far. Orlando Cruze and Johnny Kingdom continue to march in circles around one another, glaring into each other’s faces, wondering which man will jump first. Orlando calls for a tie up now as both men step forward only for Kingdom to drop to his knees without warning and violently ram his shoulder into the mid-section of Cruze. Orlando bends forward, grabbing his ribs while Kingdom rests on his knees in front of him, rising to his feet though and then sliding his hand into the hair on the back of Cruze’s head. He lifts his arm into the air and delivers a hard European uppercut straight into the jaw of Orlando, causing him to stand up and grab his mouth in pain while AWOL and Killjoy shake their heads on the apron. Johnny grabs the back of Orlando’s head and now throws another Euro style upper cut when Cruze drops down to the canvas upon his side, causing him to miss the strike and turn with his back facing the laid out Orlando. Cruze rolls sideways, straight into the back of Kingdom’s shins, tripping him up in reverse onto the canvas with his legs raised into the air. Orlando turns around to face him on his knees and scoots forward immediately, placing his shoulders to back of Kingdom’s legs and reaching out with his hands, interlocking them with Johnny’s while pushing them down to the canvas. He has him in a pinning predicament.

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Johnny kicks out by rolling over backwards as Orlando rises to his feet and steps towards him. Johnny gets onto his knees and then dives forward with another hard shot straight to the gut of Orlando, causing him to bend forward and grab his ribs. Johnny rests on his knees for a second and then rises to his feet, a bit wore out by this pace it seems. Johnny stands up, briefly grabbing the back of his head in the process, which seems to be effected by that hard shot he just threw into the stomach of the bent Cruze. Kingdom grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring now, straight into the ropes. He turns and bounces off of them back first before rushing at Johnny, the FUF Champion stepping forward and bending over for a back drop. Cruze jumps over him though and wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him over in reverse onto the canvas with a sunset flip pinning predicament.

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Johnny bridges up off the canvas with his legs still stuck over the shoulders of Orlando. Some of the fans show their respect for such a creative counter to this pinning predicament. A flustered Orlando lifts his legs into the air and begins to kick at the back of Johnny’s arms, trying to force them out from under him so that he drops back down onto his shoulders into the sunset flip pinning predicament. Kingdom keeps his palms placed to the canvas though before Orlando puts both of his feet together and places them to the back of Johnny’s head, while he still bridging upwards. He pushes forward and causes Johnny’s head and arms to come off the canvas as he falls onto his back once again in the pinning predicament.

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Johnny rolls over backwards, his legs coming off the shoulders of Orlando and then almost standing up in front of the kneeling Cruze. He jumps forward though, placing his hands to the chest of Orlando and knocking him down backwards onto the canvas as his legs kick up into the air. Johnny uses his feet to the hook the back of Cruze’s knees while placing the palms of his hands on the canvas and leaning forward, holding him in a pinning attempt.

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Orlando places his hands to the gut of Kingdom and pushes himself upwards so that he gets his shoulders off the canvas. He sits up in the process, pushing Kingdom up back onto his feet in front of him. Johnny bends forward immediately and grabs him around the ankle, lifting the leg of Orlando up into the air and twisting his ankle now, placing him in the same hold that he had established twice earlier in this contest. Cruze tries to counter the same way again, rolling over sideways onto his stomach as Johnny doesn’t release the leg this time though, but wraps his hands around it and takes his shoulder away from the submission. Cruze lies on his chest upon the canvas as Kingdom lifts his leg up into the air intending to slam it down knee first into the canvas. As he lifts it upward Orlando pushes himself up off the canvas, and utilizes the momentum that Johnny is giving him from the leg lift to stand up on the canvas, getting his other foot beneath him. He rises all the way to his feet to cheers from the crowd as an angry Johnny now steps up behind him and slaps on a side headlock. Orlando is defiant though as he bends forward, sliding under the arm of Kingdom and grabs that same arm in the process. He uses it to flip Johnny over forward onto the canvas with an arm drag. Kingdom rolls forward across the ring and then rises to his feet, turning around to face Cruze once again as both men have another stalemate, the crowd putting their hands together at the sight of this fast paced action.

Tim: Man, neither Kingdom nor Cruze can get in any offense whatsoever, it’s almost as if both men have each other completely scouted.

Dan: Well, if you were in a match this huge, I’m sure you’d scout your opponent’s as well.

Tim: Ha, come on, I’m Tim May, I don’t have to scout anyone.

Kingdom and Orlando stand across from one another, both men looking a bit tired already as they’re teammates seem to grow impatient for a tag to be made. Johnny Kingdom keeps his eyes centered upon Orlando before reaching out to his side and slapping the hand of one of his associates in this huge ten man tag team match. The crowd begins to cheer as Sean Johnson springs over the ropes and into the ring, pointing to himself and getting the fans to put their hands together as he approaches Orlando Cruze, who is waiting for him. The fans seemingly don’t know who to cheer for in this situation almost as Orlando and Sean immediately tie up in a collar elbow lock, jockeying for position against one another. Johnson stands up and pulls down on one of his hands placed to the back of Cruze’s head, causing Orlando to be swung around into a circle. As Cruze turns to face the fresh Sean Johnson, Genocide steps forward and wraps his arms around the head of Orlando, placing one to the back of it and the other to his chin. He begins to twist the head of Orlando now as the crowd begins to have a mixed reaction, still not knowing who to throw their support behind. Orlando is turned sideways towards Johnson, who is still twisting his head when Cruze extends his leg outward in the direction of Sean. He places it to the ankle of one of Johnson’s feet, and then to the other ankle, pushing them apart slowly, causing Sean to open up his stance a bit. Orlando reaches out with his arm and places it to the gut of Johnson as well, pushing him backwards slowly, creating distance between himself and Johnson. He now swings his body around drastically, pulling his head free of the submission as he turns to face Genocide with a smile upon his face. Sean takes a step back as does Cruze, both men interlocking eyes before they step around one another in a circle, contemplating their next move. Both men step towards one another and lock up in another collar elbow before Johnson, the fresh man, grabs the arm of Orlando and steps around under it, before folding it up and placing it around behind the back of Cruze. He has him locked up in a key lock as both men begin to step in circles, Cruze trying to free his pinned arm. Johnson pulls it out to his side once again and then steps under it, getting behind the back of Orlando and folding the arm up again, placing him in a hammerlock this time. The fans begin to cheer on Sean using this quick, technical style and trading holds with Orlando, a man trained in the art of submission wrestling by some of the greatest in the business. Orlando reaches out his free arm for a tag to AWOL, but is too far away. He bends down and spins around now, placing his head under the posterior of Johnson and then standing up. He back drops him over his head only for Sean to slide down his back and wrap his arms around his waist. He pulls Orlando over in reverse into a sunset flip pinning predicament as the referee drops to the canvas. Cruze rolls over in reverse though, straight onto his feet as he grabs the legs of Johnson and then stands up, clutching him around the ankle. Cruze drops to the canvas onto his posterior now and folds one leg of Sean other the thigh of his other leg. He places his foot to the shin of that folded up leg and holds it there. He keeps both of his hands wrapped around the ankle of Johnson, belonging to the leg that he has kept extended forward. He pulls it on it, yanking it in fact in order to get Johnson to sit up on the canvas. As he does, Orlando takes his free foot and places it to the chest of Genocide, pushing him down backwards violently into the canvas. Johnson slams across his back before Orlando pulls on his leg and causes him to sit up again. Cruze places his foot to his chest and pushes him down violently to the canvas before repeating this process once more. Johnson’s leg is pulled again, causing him to sit up as Orlando slams him down to the canvas with his foot, again, and again, again. Sean sits up in shock to find himself in this unique hold when Cruze places his foot to his chest once more. Johnson wraps his arms around his ankle though and then rolls over sideways, pulling Cruze with him. Orlando ends up spread across his chest and stomach with Johnson holding onto his ankle but facing the opposite direction. He falls backwards onto his posterior into the direction of Orlando, while still holding onto his ankle. He is seated beside the body of Orlando, as he lifts his other leg into the air and folds it up across the back of the thigh belonging to the leg that he originally grabbed to counter into this move. He pulls back on that leg now, which is extended upward off the canvas, using it to pin the other, folded leg of Orlando in place. As he holds onto that leg, he turns, placing his back to the rib cage of Orlando and reaching with his other arm. He wraps it around the chin of Orlando and pulls back on it while still yanking on his leg. The crowd groans before Sean releases the leg of Cruze now and scoots across his knees to the area in front of Orlando, slapping on a front gantry.

Tim: Look at Sean Johnson go, see, I told you we had superior technical wrestlers on FUF.

Dan: You forget where Sean Johnson originally came from don’t you? He probably perfected this technical style, here while he was on Annihilation.

Tim: Are you kidding me? He was only on Annihilation for like three weeks, then left once it was obvious that Annihilation didn’t respect, actual wrestling talent.

Johnson still has the front facelock applied before he rolls over sideways, dragging Cruze with him into the sideways roll. Both men end up on their knees once again as Johnson immediately grabs his arm now and folds it up around his back, placing him in the key lock once more. Both men are on their knees as Orlando immediately begins to stand up with his arm being folded around and pinned behind his back. He gets all the way to a standing base, Johnson rising as well as he now switches around behind the back of Orlando and has him locked tightly, in the hammerlock submission. Cruze tries to fight his arm free, but is unable to do so as Johnson continues to pin it into this position with a picture perfect submission hold. Sean reaches out with one hand, grabbing the far side of Orlando’s head and pulling it downward as he begins to drag him around to face him, still holding onto his arm and trying to force him around into the key lock position once more. Orlando is able to get his wrist free though as he turns to face Sean, only for his other arm to be grabbed and stepped under. Sean pulls him around into the arm ringer, twisting his wrist as he drags Orlando around in a circle. As he does so, Cruze gets close to his corner, reaching out for a tag on Silencer, but missing it as Johnson pulls Cruze closer to his body, still holding his wrist. As Cruze steps closer to him, Sean reaches out with his leg, wrapping it around behind the back of one of Orlando’s and then pushing him in reverse. Orlando is tripped onto his back as Johnson steps forward and grabs his arm, lifting it up into the air and placing it between both of his shins, locking it up their almost. He now turns his body and almost jumps over the frame of Cruze, still holding his arm between his knees. He pulls Cruze over onto his stomach and chest now, while dropping down onto his knees upon the canvas at Orlando’s side, facing the opposite direction as him. Cruze’s arm is still tied up in the legs of Johnson, as he reaches out with his hands and grabs the legs of Orlando now. He folds one over the back of the thigh over the other and then lifts that leg up into the air, once again pinning the other one in the folded over position. The crowd begins to applaud this creative submission that Johnson has got applied on Cruze, targeting his arm and the folded up legs of Orlando. Psycho claps his hands and shouts at Johnson that that’s the way you do it as Johnson continues to keep Orlando tied up in this unique submission hold. Cruze begins to kick the leg that Johnson has both of his hands wrapped around, pulling back on it in order to further torque the leg that was folded over it. He keeps kicking it before pulling it free of the hands of Johnson, allowing both of his legs to tumble onto the canvas as the crowd rallies behind him. Orlando grabs one of the legs of Johnson now by his folded up arm and rolls over sideways towards Sean. He almost rolls over top of him, pulling Sean over onto his back while Cruze sits up on the canvas and wraps his biceps around the leg of Genocide fully. He has a hold of the leg as Sean tries to grab one of Cruze’s legs now, lifting it up and wrapping his own around it. Both men fight, jockeying for position once again before Cruze wins this battle, getting both of his arms wrapped tightly around the leg of Johnson as he begins to fight his way upwards. He rises to his feet almost while holding Sean in a single leg lock. He drops down though and begins to wrap the legs of Johnson around his own, placing him immediately in an Indian Death Lock to a large ovation from the fans. He reaches out and grabs the wrist of Johnson now, who was trying to reach for his legs as he shouts in pain. He uses the wrist to pull himself upwards onto his feet, one with the legs of Sean wrapped around it. The crowd watches on, wondering if he’ll go for that sick reverse curb stomp that he used on Valfane at War of the Worlds, only for him to pull Sean all the way onto his posterior almost. His legs are still tied in the Indian Death Lock as Orlando bends down and grabs both of his arms, applying a butterfly lock as well. A loud ovation pours through the arena at the sight of this incredible double submission being held in by the former 3 time ULW World Heavyweight Champion.

Tim: What the hell is that?

Dan: An amazing submission by Orlando Cruze is what that is Tim. A combination butterfly, Indian Death Lock, I have absolutely never seen anything like this in my entire life.

The crowd continues to cheer this incredible submission being applied by Orlando as Johnson tries to fight his arms free to the best of his abilities, attempting to get out of the butterfly lock but finding himself unable to do so. He finally gets one arm free though and wraps it around the leg of Orlando, trying his best to get out of this submission predicament. Cruze tries to hook the arm once again though, but it is to no avail. Johnson is able to get his legs unlocked from around the leg of Orlando and drops to his knees on the canvas in front of the former World Champion. He rises to his feet quickly and buries his shoulder to the gut of Orlando, charging him backwards, spine first into the Annihilation corner. AWOL reaches his hand over the turnbuckle and slaps an exhausted Cruze on the shoulder, tagging himself into this huge confrontation. Johnson backs to the center of the ring, glaring at AWOL as he steps over the ropes into the ring, bringing with him a very menacing, disturbed expression. His eyes turn in the direction of Chapel, standing in the FUF corner, the Livewire Champion shouting insults over the ropes at the legendary competitior. AWOL’s attention shifts back to Johnson now as both men begin to step around one another, Genocide already looking a tad bit winded after all he has endured in this contest thus far. Both men step towards one another as AWOL reaches out for a collar elbow lock. Johnson just grabs his arm though and spins around under it, placing him in an arm ringer while sweating heavily. AWOL appears upset before he lifts his hand into the air and reaches out, slapping it down over the back of Johnson’s fist, causing him to break the submission and bend forward as AWOL spins around with his arm into a clothesline. Johnson ducks under it and grabs him by the wrist turning around and placing him in the wrist lock for a second time. AWOL, continuing to breath intensely and look completely enraged, lifts his other arm into the air utilizes brute strength to spin around with an attempting forearm shot. Johnson ducks his arm though and hooks it as well with his own. He straightens it out and then drops onto his back upon the canvas, getting his legs up, placing one foot behind the biceps of AWOL, and the bottom of the other one to the biceps of that same arm. He now pushes the arm of AWOL backwards, violently into the other foot, sandwiching it between both feet. AWOL groans in pain as he shakes his arm and turns away from Johnson, who begins to rise to his feet. He backs up into the ropes, continuing to shake his arm in pain as Johnson steps in and grabs him by his wrist once again. He pulls AWOL back to the center of the ring and steps around his arm yet again twisting it around into a wrist lock. The crowd cannot believe how Johnson is taking it to AWOL’s arm like this, out wrestling the giant almost. AWOL steps to the center of the ring, bending forward and growing upset that Johnson is staying on his arm before he turns his body and gets his knee up into the air, attempting to drive it into the gut of Genocide. Johnson places both hands to the knee of AWOL though, blocking it and pushing down to the canvas before grabbing his arm and stepping around under it once again locking in the wrist submission. Genocide shouts at AWOL to tap out while sweat runs down his slightly exhausted frame after being in this tag match for his team for such a lengthy amount of time and surprisingly getting the better of the much fresher AWOL. The behemoth begins to seethe in anger now as he clinches the fist of his free hand and raises it into the air. Before he can swing it into the face of Johnson though, Sean turns the arm of AWOL that he is holding and opens the palm of his hand wide enough for him to hide his face behind, blocking any attempt at a punch upon it. AWOL realizes this and in anger lowers his fist as Johnson reapplies the arm ringer submission hold once again, keeping firm control of the wrist and his oversized opponent. AWOL suddenly bridges backwards almost, and then spins his body around to face Johnson before reaching out with his legs and wrapping them around the ankle of Johnson. He drop toe holds him face first onto the canvas and then folds the leg of Johnson over and sits on the shin, almost over the lower back of Sean. He lifts his forearm into the air and begins to deliver violent, brutal, stiff forearm shots repeatedly over the upper back of Johnson as the crowd rises to its feet and goes nuts. They cringe with each brutal shot, yet continue to cheer as loud as they can.

Tim: Oh no, I think Johnson really pissed AWOL off.

Dan: Yes, and that is something you definitely do not do to a monster, because your seeing the results right here.

The blows are still incredibly brutal as Johnson rolls onto his back, AWOL throwing forearms into both sides of his head now as he scoots across his spine into the direction of his corner, almost desperately trying to escape this vicious pounding by the furious AWOL. The beast finally stands up and backs away with a furious expression on his face as Johnson sits up in front of the ropes, with his back pressed against them, his nose lacerated with blood beginning to flow down it. He looks at AWOL is shock as Curtis Jack steps across the apron a bit and reaches over the ropes, slapping the shoulder of Sean Johnson and then sliding through the ropes into the ring. The fans begin to boo as Curtis Jack slides through the ropes into the ring and then glares at the towering AWOL, who has his eyes centered firmly upon him. Curtis Jack glares at AWOL while Sean Johnson stands up next to the ropes, staring at Curtis in anger over making that blind tag, wanting some more of AWOL for busting open his nose perhaps. AWOL steps towards Curtis, who moves in reverse, sticking his hands out in front of himself and motioning for the behemoth to wait until he is ready or else. AWOL’s face twitches with anger as he remembers all the history between both men, the brutal campaigns they’ve waged against one another long ago. Curtis finally steps towards AWOL now as both men lock up in a collar elbow. AWOL grabs the arm of Curtis immediately stepping around under it and placing him in the wrist lock now, that Sean repeatedly got him locked in earlier. Curtis tries to fight his way free before jumping forward across the canvas. He rolls across it and onto his feet yet AWOL still has him in the hold so Curtis jumps forward again, rolling over the ring a second time. He rises to his feet and third time and then rolls over again, finally pulling his arm free. He stands up, glaring at AWOL now with a smug grin on his face as the behemoth shakes his head, not at all pleased with the snotty attitude of Curtis Jack. Curtis glares at AWOL while grinning before stepping forward quickly and reaching out. AWOL grabs him by the arm immediately and floats around behind his back into the hammerlock. The crowd begins to cheer as Curtis slaps his shoulder in pain and then back elbows AWOL straight to the face before rolling forward quickly. He gets to his feet and turns to face AWOL, who has a serious, professional expression upon his face. Curtis stands up ands turns around to face AWOL before looking around at the fans and unleashing a “whoo.” This is responded to with a malice serious of boos from the sold out arena. Curtis continues to look around, motioning to himself and bending forward several times, bowing to AWOL and then demanding that he do so as well. AWOL keeps a straight face, not amused by the antics of his opponent as Curtis Jack begins to step around him now. Curtis moves towards AWOL now as both men tie up in a collar elbow lock. Curtis pushes himself around behind his back though, grabbing his arm and pinning it in a hammerlock. AWOL bends forward, grinding his teeth in anger while Curtis pushes him downward with the hammerlock. He now turns his back around to face AWOL while still holding him in the hammerlock as well reaching out with his other arm. He hooks it around AWOL’s arm on the far side and pulls it back. He holds AWOL in both the hammerlock and a version of the fujiwara almost while both men are pressed spine to spine. The crowd begins to clap at the sight of the unique submission when AWOL spins himself around, sliding his arms free of the hold and turning Curtis around to face him. He folds his arm up and places it behind his back into a hammerlock/key lock combination in the process, pushing the head of Curtis downward and under his legs in a pedigree position. AWOL prepares to hit the front DDT, hammerlock arm breaker combination when Curtis drops to a knee and swings upwards with his body under the arm of AWOL. He gets around behind his back and places him in a hammerlock now when AWOL rushes in reverse, pushing himself and Curtis back first into the ropes. Both men bounce off and step forward as Curtis releases the arm of AWOL now and reaches out, wrapping his own arms around the waist of the giant, setting up for the German suplex. AWOL grabs the wrist of Curtis though and begins to step forward, prying the arms apart to the best of his abilities. He finally gets them to separate as he spins around to face Curtis, who turns in a full circle as well in order to connect with a hard kick straight to the gut of AWOL. He bends forward holding his stomach as Curtis rushes with a grin into the ropes in front of him. He bounces off and comes charging back at AWOL, who is still bent forward. The behemoth steps forward suddenly, placing his hands to the gut of Curtis and throwing him up into the air onto his shoulders. AWOL holds Curtis there for only a second before dropping to the canvas with a vicious, brutal, sit-down powerbomb that almost shakes the ring. Curtis hunches up off his shoulders, shouting in pain after the stiff move by AWOL, who rises to his feet and approaches his corner of the ring. He reaches out and slaps the hand of a very game Silencer, looking very pumped up to get into the ring for his team.

Dan: Silencer tagged into the ring for the first time in this match with such huge, huge repercussions in store for the victor.

Tim: Yeah, but what is Silencer going to do for his team, use reverse psychology?

Silencer steps into the ring and approaches Curtis immediately, who rises to his feet. Simon steps in and throws a stiff forearm into his chin, followed by another shot, and then another. The blows are violently, rocking Curtis and causing spit to hurl from his mouth. Silencer now grabs the arm of Curtis and steps around it, pushing it forward into an arm bar. Curtis tries to struggle free only for Simon to break the arm lock and now steps forward, slapping on a side headlock. Jack begins to step forward in order to push Simon away before Silencer spins around and slaps on a front gantry now. The crowd claps at the sight of Silencer thus far shutting down Curtis Jack. He keeps him in the hold tightly while Curtis begins to stand up, starting to push his way upwards. Silencer spins around behind his back though, switching the submission into a hammerlock now. He reaches up with his other arm though and wraps it about the throat of Curtis. He holds him in a combination hammerlock, half sleeper submission. Curtis Jack grinds his teeth in anger as Silencer continues to apply the submission. Curtis suddenly runs forward across the ring, dragging Silencer with him before he drops down to the canvas abruptly. He causes Silencer to lose his grasp and then flips forward across the canvas. He rolls across the ring and stands up immediately, waiting for Curtis Jack to rise to his feet, as the former Livewire Champion does so. Both men rise and rush forward at one another. Silencer lifts his foot into the air for the superkick however, only for Curtis to grab him around the ankle, pushing his leg away, and turning him into a circle. Simon spins around to face Curtis who rushes at him with a clothesline. Silencer side steps the arm and grabs a hold of it, pushing Curtis forward into the ropes. Jack turns around, hitting the turnbuckle hard back first when Silencer charges at him with a great burst of speed. Curtis pulls himself up backwards onto the second rope and gets his foot up, straight into the face of Silencer as he charges at the turnbuckle. Silencer turns away from Curtis, holding his jaw before he turns back towards CJ. He jumps off the turnbuckle straight at Simon with a huge spinning heel kick only for Silencer to drop to the canvas across his stomach, avoiding the move. Curtis slams into the canvas upon his posterior before he rolls over sideways onto his hands and knees. He stands up and rushes at the turnbuckle diagonal the one he crashed and burned off of. He steps into the corner, bending forward and burying his head into the top turnbuckle pad while wrapping his hands around the perpendicular top ropes. He does a headstand on top of the turnbuckle as the crowd watches on in confusion, not knowing quite what the point of this is. Curtis continues to just stand on his head in the turnbuckle while Silencer steps to the center of the ring and glares at him, not quite knowing what to do in this situation. He steps in reverse and glares back and forth at the screaming fans before shaking his head, not quite sure what to do in this situation. He rushes forward at Curtis who lowers one of his feet down into the face of Silencer while still doing the head stand. He places his foot to Silencer’s head and pushes him backwards. Simon steps in reverse and then looks around at the fans agin as Curtis keeps himself in the full head stand. Silencer shakes his head, disgusted by the actions of Curtis Jack, not knowing what to do as the former Livewire Champion continues his head stand. Simon stares at the fans repeatedly and then back at Curtis Jack, who is still doing the head stand. He steps in towards the other side of Curtis now, who lowers his foot, placing it to the face of Silencer once again and pushing him away. He then lifts it back into the air and continues to do the head stand as Silencer seems to be losing his patience. He now charges in with a great burst of speed straight at the upside down Curtis who releases the ropes at the perfect time. He slides down over the shoulder of Simon as he charges in, dropping onto his feet behind his back before wrapping his arms around the waist of the Annihilation World Champion. He drops to the canvas across his back, pulling Silencer downward onto his spine as well. Curtis rolls over backwards towards Silencer and sits on the back of his legs, pressing his shoulders to the canvas.

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Silencer kicks out, sending Curtis charging forward into the corner. He once again does a head stand onto the top rope as the fans begin to boo on this site. Simon stands up and glares at the upside down Curtis, taking a step back and shaking his head with both hands placed to his hips.

Tim: Look at this, this is absolutely brilliant if you ask me. Curtis Jack is getting the better of Simon by repeatedly doing that unique head stand in the corner, I’ve really never seen anything like it.

Dan: Well, it does appear to be a very creative, baffling move, I can see how it would throw Silencer off guard.

Silencer continues to shake his head at the sight of Curtis when AWOL enters the ring and now rushes across it. He gets his boot up into the air and delivers a version of the Face Wash straight to the head of Curtis Jack while he was doing the headstand. The impact is brutal and causes Curtis to spill off the turnbuckle onto the canvas, the crowd responding with a huge, wave of cheers at the sound of the collision. AWOL turns towards Silencer, all fired up as he smacks his chest and points down at Curtis, telling him that that’s how you do it. Silencer gives AWOL a smug look, shouting back at him as the two men have a tense stare down with one another. AWOL finally turns away from Simon and approaches the ropes, stepping over them into his corner as Curtis Jack continues to grip the side of his face, starting to rise to his feet when Silencer moves in. He grabs Curtis by the back of his head and throws a hard, searing forearm into the side of his face, followed by another equally as brutal one. A very dazed Curtis is knocked through a loop, stumbling and staggering, not quite knowing where he is after that Face Wash. Silencer pushes Curtis Jack backwards into the corner before pulling his hand back and delivering a brutal knife edge chop across his chest, the crowd groaning at the sound of the blow. Curtis covers up, unleashing a low pitched growl as he blocks the pain. Silencer steps up onto the second rope now and jumps into the air, striking Curtis to the side of his face with a knee lift. He drops onto the canvas and then steps up the ropes on his opposite side. He jumps into the air and connects with a second knee lift to the other side of Curtis’ face. The fans are amazed by the brutality of the impacts which finally causes Curtis to spill onto his posterior in the corner, holding his face in pain. His arms fall over the ropes as Silencer steps to the center of the ring, turning away from Curtis Jack in the process with a malice expression on his face. He turns around to face Curtis now and rushes across the ring with a full head of steam. He extends his hands out into the air, grabbing the top rope and jumping into the air, landing feet first on the second rope on both sides of Curtis’ head. He now pushes himself up into the air, still holding the top rope before he pulls himself back down, quickly and violently, with a straight knee lift into the face of the seated Curtis Jack. The crowd groans at the top of their lungs as Silencer drops onto his feet and steps away from the corner, leaving a dazed and confused Curtis Jack sitting in the corner. He blinks his eyes sporadically as Silencer continues to look around at the sold out crowd, Curtis trying to push himself up onto his feet by utilizing the ropes. He still has a very dazed look on his face as Silencer turns towards him and rushes in. He steps towards Curtis with great momentum when CJ steps forward, throwing his foot into the air. Simon catches him around the ankle though, shaking his head with a slight grin on his face as he begins to drag him towards the center of the ring. Curtis hops up and down on one foot as he demands that Silencer release his leg immediately. He now jumps into the air, swinging around with his foot into an enzugari. Silencer ducks it though, keeping a hold of the foot of Curtis though. He turns around now, wrapping his leg around one of Jack’s and then bridging over backwards and interlocking his hands around the chin of Curtis as well, placing him in a STF submission hold. The fans begin to cheer their heads off at the sight of this, Curtis grinding his teeth in anger and pain as he is held in this tight submission hold by the Annihilation World Heavyweight Champion. He buries his elbows to the canvas though, beginning to pull himself in the direction of his corner, where his teammates are impatiently waiting for a tag, some of them having not even been tagged into this contest yet. Curtis yells in pain as he continues to push himself towards his corner, the crowd rallied behind Simon to keep the submission locked in. Curtis Jack gets closer and closer to his corner though, getting within a few inches of them and then extending his hand outward as far as it will go. Psycho reaches over the ropes and slaps the hand of Curtis to a huge eruption of boos from the crowd.

Dan: Psycho has got the tag into this contest, and from the looks of it, FUF could really use the fresh man, and Psycho may be the freshest, this is actually the first time he’s been tagged into this contest for his team.

Tim: Yeah, FUF has so much talent in their corner, and with the exception of Chapel, Psycho hasn’t had the chance to dish out any punishment on these inferior Annihilation athletes.

Psycho steps across the apron and grabs the top rope before using it to slingshot over at Silencer, who is still holding onto the STF. He drops with a huge senton splash across the ribs of Silencer, causing him to drop onto his side and grab his mid-section while howling in pain, the fans unleashing a loud, piercing groan at the sight of this. Psycho sits on the canvas, trembling and shaking as he slides his hands into his hair, beginning to pull on it in a psychotic fashion. Johnny shouts over the ropes for Psycho to stay on Silencer already as the wide figure rises to his feet and slides his hands into the hair of the Annihilation World Champion. Curtis rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, holding the back of his head as he drops onto the mats, stepping away from the squared circle. Silencer is dragged to his feet as Psycho steps around behind him, wrapping his arm around the waist of Simon. He lifts him into the air and slams him down hard across the back of his head with a back body suplex. Silencer slams hard across the back of his head with a devastating impact as Psycho keeps his arms wrapped around his waist. He rolls over sideways, pulling Silencer with him before both men rise to their feet. As they do so, Psycho wraps his arms around the neck and biceps of Silencer, placing him in a cobra clutch. He turns his body to the side of Silencer now, beginning to point his back towards Simon before dropping to one knee and keeping the other one up in the air. He slams the back of Silencer’s head into his knee while he was still being held in the camel clutch. The crowd unleashes another groan, screaming for the safety of Silencer, who sits up on the canvas and grabs the back of his head. Psycho remains on one knee, breathing heavily, his charred features staring insidiously as the sold out crowd. He rises to his feet now and slides his hands into the hair of Silencer once again, rolling him over onto his knees now before dropping down to one of his own. He slaps on a front gantry upon the Annihilation World Champion, hooking one of his arms in the process. He keeps him in the submission, both men in the kneeling position. The Annihilation Champion tries to stand up, beginning to push himself upwards before Psycho throws a hard forearm over his back, followed by another one, knocking him right back down to his knees while still being held in the submission. The crowd begins to groan at the sound of the blows across the back of Silencer’s head as Psycho pulls him up onto his feet once again, violently dragging him upward while still in the front gantry. Psycho now lifts his knee into the air, delivering a brutal shot to the lower portion of Silencer’s face and his upper chest, the crowd groaning the force of the blow. He throws another knee upward into Silencer’s body, followed by another one, and another one, and another one, the crowd groaning at the sound of each and everyone of the blows. Silencer tries to cover up his face as the shots continue to connect with his forehead. Psycho lifts his leg into the air again with another knee lift when Silencer reaches down and grabs him around the shin. Psycho breaks the front facelock and begins to hop on one foot as Silencer stands up, holding his leg tucked under his arm. He reaches out with his own leg and sweeps the other one belonging to Psycho, out from under him. He collapses onto his back as Silencer lifts the legs of Psycho into the air, trying to lock them up into a submission. Psycho fights though as he rolls back and forth, trying to keep from getting hooked in any type of hold by Silencer. He pulls his legs free and places them to the gut of Silencer, launching him backwards in the direction of the ropes. He bounces off and begins to come back in at Psycho, who drops onto his back and gets his legs up into the air for a monkey toss. Silencer reaches back with his arms, wrapping them around the top rope though and then steps forward and stops just short of them though and reaches down, grabbing his legs and trying to place him in another hold. The crowd is going nuts at the sight of Psycho finding himself in the same predicament he was a few moments ago. He pulls Silencer down sideways though and onto the canvas with a small package.

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Silencer kicks out, both men rushing to their feet. As they do, Silencer jumps into the air with a dropkick, only for his legs to be swapped aside by Psycho. Simon crashes onto the canvas across his chest and stomach as Psycho steps forward now and jumps into the air, extending his leg outward. Silencer sits up on his knees as Psycho lands posterior first upon the canvas and chuckles in pain. Silencer stands up as does Psycho, when the World Champion moves in with a forearm shot. Psycho ducks it though, burying his shoulder to the spine of Silencer and lifting him into the air for a back drop suplex it seems. Silencer slides around off the shoulder of Psycho though, turning in mid air and placing his stomach and chest to the shoulder of Psycho. He wraps his arm around the neck of the thick opposition, placing him in a DDT position while he is still elevated up into the air. Psycho fights it though as he lifts his hands into the air, placing one to the chest of Silencer, and the other to his gut, pushing him up off of his shoulder. He lifts him into the air above his head now, placing him in a gorilla press slam position. The crowd begins to boo the sight of this as Silencer slides off the hands of Psycho though, landing on his feet behind his back. He steps up behind Psycho, who quickly back elbows him straight to the face. Silencer stumbles backwards towards his corner as Killjoy reaches over the ropes and slaps his shoulder. Simon spills through the ropes and to the outside of the ring as Psycho turns around and sets his sights upon Killjoy. The crowd begins to cheer to see both men standing face to face, the age old rivals glaring at one another.

Dan: A beautiful exchange of counters between Silencer and Psycho, but its led straight into this stand off between Killjoy and a man he is definitely no stranger to.

Tim: I think I remember these guys having some sort of intense rivalry a few months ago.

Dan: A rivalry which I don’t think actually concluded in the Survival of the Fittest match when these two fought it out, I believe there’s another chapter to be written in this rivalry, and we could see it be wrote right here, right now.

Tim: Yeah, okay, but Psycho is going to kick Killjoy’s ass this time around, he’s not going to allow Killjoy to hit even those psychotic moves. This fight could reach, gory proportions, even bloodier than their last match.

Psycho and Killjoy both stand across from one another still, breathing heavily before they step forward and interlock arms, placing one another in a collar elbow tie up. Psycho grabs the arm of Killjoy now and swings around under it, pulling the former Gathering member down to a single knee as he is placed in an arm ringer. Psycho now pushes his way towards Killjoy, folding up his arm in the process and placing it behind his back, holding him in a hammerlock. He places his head to the biceps of Killjoy, to help hold it into position. Killjoy is pushed down onto his stomach as Psycho continues to hold him in the hammerlock, dropping onto his knees and putting his forearm through the folded up arm of Killjoy and using it to create further pain within the body of his fresh opponent. Psycho continues to hold him in this submission, Killjoy grinding his teeth as he is forced down onto the canvas. Psycho stands up now, putting his knee on the back of his opponent’s arm and holding it in place while putting a lot of his pressure into the submission. He jumps into the air now, coming down with his knee straight at the folded up arm of Killjoy, before he rolls out of the way, causing Psycho to collide knee first with the ring. He rolls over onto his back, grabbing his leg and roaring in pain as Killjoy stands up now. He approaches the leg of Psycho and lifts it up into the air, holding him around the ankle in the process. He kicks him to the back of the knee now, and does it again, and then a third brutal time. He now drops down, knee first into the back of Psycho’s leg, causing him to shout at the top of his lungs in pain before he starts to giggle while sitting up on the canvas. Killjoy drops down to his knees now, holding onto the leg of Psycho and extending it out over the canvas, preparing to deliver some type of devastating move as he keeps his hand wrapped around the ankle of his wide opponent. Killjoy stands up and lifts his arm into the air as the crowd begins to cheer what he is possibly going to set up for, pinning Psycho’s leg to the canvas by holding his foot to his ankle. Psycho sits up suddenly, lifting his other leg into the air and kicking the shin of Killjoy with all of his strength. The crowd groans at the sound of the harsh shot that causes Killjoy to drop to his knees while reaching for his shin. Psycho scoots towards Killjoy immediately and wraps his arms around his head, placing him in a seated front gantry, while also putting his legs up and wrapping them around the waist of his opponent. Killjoy is forced to lean forward over the canvas as Psycho drops onto his back now, lying across the ring with the submission applied on his kneeling opponent. Kingdom claps ever so slightly, appearing amused over what he witnesses transpiring. Psycho is still lying on his back with the front gantry and body vice locked in but to his surprise, Killjoy begins to force his lower body upwards. Before Psycho can even stop it, Killjoy is now standing while bent over forward into both submission holds, lifting the legs of his slightly burnt opponent in the air. He reaches out with his arms, wrapping them around the waist of Psycho, who continues to shake his head in disbelief. He gets one arm wrapped fully around the waist of Psycho and to a huge reaction, begins lifting his opponent up into the air. Psycho is shaking his head as Killjoy uses his brute strength to lift Psycho all the way up onto his shoulder and then fall backwards into a northern lights suplex, grunting throughout the process. The fans begin to cheer as Killjoy bridges over backwards, maintaining a pinning predicament as the ref drops to the canvas to make the count, all the fans on their feet.

Tim: What brute strength! Oh my, did I just say that?

The ref drops and makes the count.

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Psycho wraps his arm around the neck of Killjoy and then rolls over sideways across the canvas, pulling his opponent with him over into that direction out of the pinning position. Psycho grips the head of Killjoy tightly within his arms, holding him once again in the front gantry, with both men spread across their stomachs on the canvas. Killjoy begins to grind his teeth, becoming insanely angry as he forces himself upwards now, getting all the way to his feet as Psycho is forced to stand up as well. Both men are on their feet as Psycho begins to turn Killjoy around into a reverse neckbreaker position. He’s got the hold firmly applied, about to drop to the canvas and deliver the vicious move when Killjoy spins around, placing both hands to the back of Psycho and then shoving him forward. Psycho rushes at the ropes and turns around, hitting them back first before coming back in at Killjoy. He ducks forward and allows Psycho to run straight into his shoulders, standing up and holding him in a Samoan drop position. Killjoy unleashes almost a roar before pushing Killjoy up into the air with a gorilla press. The fans are amazed by Killjoy’s strength before he drops down onto his back and gets his knees up into the air, forcing Psycho to come down chest and ribs first into them. The crowd unleashes a wave of cheers at the sound of the vicious move as Psycho bounces into the air and drops onto his feet, holding his mid-section and turning away from Killjoy, unleashing a loud groan, feeling the incredible pain rushing through his sternum. He turns back around to face Killjoy who steps in now, placing his hand to the chest of Psycho, lifting him up into the air and slamming him down violently to the canvas with a brutal spinebuster. Another massive pop pours through the arena at the sight of the move, which slammed Psycho violently into the canvas. The FUF member rolls over onto his knees, grabbing his back and shouting at the top of his lungs from the brutal move. Killjoy stands on the canvas though, looking down at Psycho and yelling at him to stand up as he very slowly does so. He gets to a standing base, gripping his ribs and his back and turning around to face Killjoy, who charges in quickly. Psycho ducks forward though, avoiding the attempt when Killjoy steps over the head of Psycho and underhooks both of his arms, setting up for some type of powerbomb it appears. Psycho turns his body around out of the hold though, turning around to face Killjoy. He wraps his arm around his neck and pulls his head down into a front gantry once again. He physically forces Killjoy down onto a single knee and now steps over his back, locking in the camel clutch. He really pulls back on the neck of Killjoy, expertly establishing the submission upon his long time nemesis, a constant source of irritation to Psycho’s harmony. Killjoy grinds his teeth and yells in pain as Nathan Creed stands on the second rope and slaps his hands together, waving his teammate upward. Suddenly Killjoy scoots backwards across his knees and under the legs of Psycho. He grabs him around the ankles and lifts his legs into the air, causing Psycho to crash face first into the canvas. Killjoy stands up as quickly as he can, placing the ankle of Psycho over the back of his knee. He now grabs both ankles of Psycho, keeping his legs in this four and lifting them up into the air before driving them down to the canvas violently. Psycho rolls over onto his back, reaching for his knees and yelling in pain. Killjoy steps in immediately and grabs Psycho’s legs, lifting them into the air and trying to step through into the sharpshooter as Psycho turns back and forth across his shoulders, trying to free himself from this hold. He pulls Killjoy slightly forward now and buries his feet to his gut, shoving him off backwards. Killjoy crashes across the back of his head and rolls straight over onto his knees, while Psycho rolls in reverse as well, into his corner. Chapel is there waiting to make the tag, reaching over the ropes and slapping the shoulder of Psycho. The fans begin to boo as the fresh Livewire Champion enters the ring and immediately points directly at AWOL, demanding that Killjoy tag him back into this match. Killjoy stands up, peering at AWOL and thinking about it as the Submission Champion sticks out his hand, demanding a tag into this contest so that he can get his hands upon Chapel.

Dan: Oh yes, here we go, this is going to be the big one on one face off that a lot of have been waiting for, AWOL and Chapel.

Tim: Why would anybody be wanting to see this? Obviously Chapel is a better champion, and more importantly, he’s a better all around wrestler, he’s shown that on so many various occasions.

The fans are clapping, wanting to see this one go down when Killjoy nods his head and begins to approach his corner. He reluctantly begins to extend his hand towards AWOL who glares down at apprehensively himself, not knowing rather Killjoy is truly trust worthy. He lifts his hand into the air when Nathan reaches over the ropes and slaps the shoulder of Killjoy. The fans have a mixed reaction as Nathan Creed enters the ring and immediately glares at Chapel, pointing at him and then at himself. He seems determined to get his hands on the Livewire Champion as well. AWOL appears a bit frustrated that Nathan stole his tag as Killjoy just shakes his head and makes his way back into his corner. Chapel points at AWOL once again as he steps towards Nathan, demanding that he get his old Holy War partner in the ring when Creed slaps him across the face. The fans erupt into cheers as Chapel now retaliates with a right to the face of Nathan, causing him to stumble backwards as a result. Nathan returns with a searing chop to the chest of Chapel, causing him to stumble backwards, flailing his arms throughout the process. Creed chops him brutally again across the chest, unleashing a loud grunt throughout the process. Chapel steps back in with a lariat when Nathan grabs a hold of his arm, stepping around behind it, about to drag him down to the canvas and into the fujiwara it appears. Chapel fights though, keeping his feet pinned to the canvas before Nathan breaks the attempt at the fujiwara and steps around behind the back of the Livewire Champion. He wraps his arms around his waist and begins to lift him when Chapel reaches back with his leg, wrapping it around Nathan’s, preventing him from connecting with the German suplex. Chapel now back elbows Creed to the face, causing him to break the waist lock as he turns around to face Nathan, who steps around behind his arm, grabbing a hold of it. He forces Chapel down to the canvas and into the fujiwara armbar. The fans begin to cheer as Chapel finds himself in this submission at the hands of Nathan, who is applying the lock with a great deal of pressure. Chapel grinds his teeth and shouts in pain before he bends his head forward and somehow pushes his monsterous body into a forward roll, directly out of the fujiwara armbar and onto his feet. He rushes into the ropes and bounces off, coming back in at Nathan who turns around on his posterior to face him only to be struck in the face with a lethal kick. The fans groan at the sound of the shot as Nathan is knocked down onto his back, Chapel standing over him with a slight grin upon his face. Chapel looks down at him while pointing to himself now.

Chapel: Your nothing Nathan, your nothing

Chapel now stomps Creed to the chest as he tries to cover up his face after that brutal kick. Chapel now rushes backwards into the ropes quickly, bouncing off of them and coming back in at Nathan. He jumps into the air and comes down with a huge knee drop straight into the face of Nathan. Creed sits up, grabbing his forehead as Chapel immediately rises to his feet, pointing at AWOL and using some verbal jabs. AWOL looks ready to enter the ring yet Chapel turns back towards Nathan, grabbing him around the head and rolling him over onto his knees. He reaches down now and wraps both hands around the throat of Nathan, glaring down into his face with an intense, crazed expression upon his face as he stares deeply into the eyes of the pain ridden Nathan. He now lifts up onto his feet, still glaring into his face and hoists him up into the air for a two handed chokeslam. Nathan squirms free though and connects with a dropkick to the chest of Chapel. The Livewire Champion is knocked off of his feet, straight onto his back. He crashes into the canvas and then rolls over sideways, a very annoyed expression befalling his face. Nathan now rises to his feet as does Chapel before he is slammed right across the chest with a brutal knife edge chop. The force actually takes Chapel straight off of his feet and down back first onto the canvas. Chapel covers up his chest, which has got to be in searing pain from the chop. He rolls over sideways once again and stands up quickly when Nathan Creed steps in and kicks him to the gut then applies a front facelock. He drops back into a hard snap suplex, bouncing the spine of Chapel off of the canvas as he sits up now with a surprised expression on his face to have been hit with this offensive flurry from Nathan Creed. Chapel rolls over sideways onto his knees and now rises to his feet when Nathan steps in, connecting with a forearm to the side of his face, followed by a second forearm, and then a third. Chapel stumbles and staggers before Nathan throws a hard forearm into the side of his face, followed by a second, equally as brutal shot. Chapel stumbles backwards, completely caught off guard by the intense actions of the deranged Nathan Creed. Creed pulls his hand back now and delivers a vicious chop across the chest of Chapel, causing him almost to lose his footing once again. Nathan now throws another chop when Chapel ducks his massive body under it. Nathan spins around when Chapel turns his back in the direction of Nathan, grabbing him around the neck. He now pulls him over into a snapmare, but instead of flipping him over, he drags him upside down and pulls him downward across the top of his head into the canvas with a snapmare driver. The fans groan at the sight of the unbelievably vicious move that causes Creed’s head to crash off of the canvas as he flips over onto his back now. He grabs his noggin in incredible pain as Chapel turns his body around to face the former Livewire Champion, the man he helped screw out of the belt. He grabs Creed around the arm and folds it over backwards into a top wrist lock while extending his other arm outward and wrapping it around the neck of Nathan. He now has him in the top wrist lock position while cutting off the air to his head at the same time, pulling Nathan up and down repeatedly, choking him out while twisting his arm in the Anaconda lock. Nathan is roaring in pain, or at least trying to with all of the air being deprived from his head in this intense, tough submission hold. Chapel really locks it in with all of his strength, applying absolutely all of his pressure. He squeezes his arm around the neck of Nathan and pulls back even further on the arm of Creed. Nathan’s eyes are already filling with desperation as he finds himself in this submission, beginning to slide across his back into the direction of the ropes. He is scrambling into their direction as quickly as he possibly can, even after taking that nasty snapmare driver straight across the back of his head. He continues to scoot across his back, utilizing his leg in order to pull himself towards the ropes when Chapel breaks the lock, realizing that Creed is about to get the ropes. He rises to his feet, taking the arm of Nathan out of the top wrist lock while keeping a hold of it. He pulls Nathan up onto his feet and now drags him forward, straight into both of his arms. He falls down to one knee, locking his arms around the waist of Nathan and applying a bear hug upon the former World Heavyweight Champion. He squeezes his arms tightly about the mid-section of Creed, applying all of his pressure he possibly can. Nathan begins to shout in pain as he looks up at the rafters, appearing ready to tap out already as the incredible pressure is applied to his lower back and ribs. Chapel suddenly stands up though, lifting Nathan up onto his shoulder and then charging him with a great burst of speed straight into the turnbuckle back first. Nathan unleashes a roar of pain as he is driven so dangerously into the turnbuckle pads. Chapel drags him away from the corner, with his arms still wrapped around his waist before releasing him and grabbing his arms. He folds them one over the other across the mid-section of Nathan before bending him forward and burying his head between his legs. He now hoists Nathan up into the air and straight onto his shoulders, still keeping his arms crossed around one another as he spins around in circles, making several revolutions before finally powerbombing Creed viciously into the canvas. Nathan slams into the ring and sits up, reaching for his spine as he shouts in pain. Chapel rolls over onto his knees, sweating and looking upset, his face twisted with anger. He crawls into the cover on the damaged Nathan, hooking his leg for the pinfall.

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Nathan somehow works up the strength to kick out, getting his shoulder up as Chapel rises to his feet, looking very upset.

Tim: Although Chapel may not have got the pinfall just now, it is obvious that Team FUF has most definitely seized control of this 10 man tag match.

Dan: I disagree, like many of the matches this evening, this battle has thus far been pretty equal.

Tim: Are you legally blind or just retarded?

Chapel crawls towards Nathan, sliding his hand into his hair and now rolling him over onto his knees before decking him across the face with a hard right hand, followed by a second, equally as devastating shot straight to his forehead. Chapel pulls Nathan all the way to his feet now and grabs him around the arm, placing it around behind his back with a version of the key lock before he scoops him up onto his shoulder, setting for a hard scoop slam onto his arm. Nathan slides backwards off the shoulder of Chapel, landing on his feet behind his back though, wrapping his arms around the waist of the Livewire Champion. Chapel’s eyes fill with shock as he is lifted into the air and German suplexed straight over onto the canvas. The back of Chapel’s head strikes the ring with brutal force as Nathan rolls over onto his knees, keeping the suplex position locked in as he drags Chapel up onto his feet once again, still holding him in the suplex position. Chapel reaches for the back of his neck as the Livewire Champion is forced upwards, straight onto his feet, Nathan pugnaciously holding onto him around the waist. Psycho suddenly re-enters the ring though and bashes Nathan Creed over his upper back, causing him to bend forward and grab his neck as he yells in pain. Nathan continues to grip the back of his neck as Psycho hits him with a double sledge this time to the back of his head. He stumbles forward into Chapel, who now spins him around so that he is facing Psycho. Chapel bends down and grabs Nathan around the waist, lifting his lower body into the air, placing him in a wheelbarrow suplex position. Nathan places his hands to the canvas as Chapel lifts him back up into the air with his legs wrapped around his waist. As he does though, Psycho turns and grabs Nathan around the neck, jumping into the air and pulling him down with a diamond cutter while Chapel pushes him down as well, collapsing onto his posterior in the process. The crowd groans at the sight of the double team move just utilized by FUF. Nathan’s face bashes off of the shoulder of Psycho, bouncing into the air and rolling onto his back as Chapel crawls into the cover once again, Psycho exiting the ring in the process. Chapel buries his forearm into the throat of Nathan, holding him down into the pinning predicament.

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Silencer enters the ring and kicks Chapel to the back of the head, keeping him obtaining the pin. He now turns around and walks back towards his corner as Chapel rises onto his knees, glaring at him with rage overwhelming his eyes, taking several deep breaths throughout the process. Chapel rises to his feet and grabs Nathan by the back of the head, sitting him up on the canvas and then stepping backwards into the ropes. He bounces off of them back first and now steps forward into the direction of Creed, dropping down and blasting him to the back with his knee. The crowd begins to squeal at the sound of the impact, as Nathan digs his fingers into the palms of his hands and grimaces in terrible pain from the shot to his kidney area. Chapel stands up as Psycho sticks his hand over the ropes, dying, begging for a tag. The Livewire Champion glares at him for a second and then steps in, slapping his hand. Psycho enthusiastically enters the ring, his face full of glee at the prospect of getting his hands upon Nathan Creed. Johnny shouts orders at him as Psycho just shakes his head and slowly approaches the rising Nathan. Creed is still kneeling as Psycho reaches down and grabs him by the back of the head, slowly starting to pull him to his feet. Nathan suddenly sweeps the legs out from under Psycho, pulling him over onto his back and now tries to pull him over into the Courtesy Call. The entire arena erupts, everyone hoping and screaming for Nathan to get the Courtesy Call locked in, to perhaps force Psycho to submit. The Annihilation World Champion pulls Nathan forward though and buries his feet into the gut of Creed. He monkey tosses him over now only for Nathan to flip out of it with incredible agility, landing on his feet upon the canvas and then rushing backwards into the ropes. He bounces off of them and then comes back in at Psycho, who stands up and sidesteps the former Champion. He places one arm around the leg of Nathan, hooking it while placing his other hand to his upper back. He lifts him up into the air and now drags him down spine first directly into his knee. The fans are absolutely shocked, grabbing their mouths as Nathan bashes off the knee of Psycho, dropping onto his chest and stomach immediately afterwards. Psycho remains in a kneeling position as he glares around at the fans, possibly with a twisted expression upon his face. Nathan sits up, holding his lower back in tremendous pain, absolutely riveted with anguish after that blow as Psycho rolls him over onto his stomach. He now lifts his arm into the air and comes down with a huge elbow drop straight into his kidney area. Nathan begins to flop and down from the blow as Psycho stands up and rushes into the ropes. He bounces off and comes back in at Creed before jumping into the air, going into a big frog style splash straight onto the back of Nathan. The former Livewire and World Champion yells at the top of his lungs after the collision as Psycho rises onto his knees, appearing annoyed. He quickly steps over the back of Nathan now, pulling him up into the camel clutch much like he had Killjoy in earlier. Psycho really pulls back on his neck and sits in deeply upon his kidney area, having the hold expertly established. Nathan begins to shout in pain at the top of his lungs while Silencer, Orlando, AWOL and Killjoy all shout for Creed to get up and out of the hold, trying to motivate him to escape the submission being locked in by the Annihilation World Champion. Psycho rears back even further on the head of Nathan as the crowd joins in with an ovation, trying to rally behind him to the best of their abilities. Nathan begins to stand up slowly though, trying his best to rise to his feet very slowly now. He is attempting with all of his strength to force himself up to a standing base. Psycho breaks the camel clutch and instead turns the submission into a sleeper hold, wrapping his arms around the neck of Nathan as he continues to progress upwards. He rises to a standing base as Psycho continues to apply the sleeper, really establishing the submission, locking it in with all of his strength and forcing the air to be deprived from the head of Creed. He flails his arms wildly, trying his best to escape the submission when he turns his body, sliding around behind the back of Psycho and burying his shoulder into his spine. He begins to lift him when Psycho breaks the sleeper and then wraps his arms around the head of Nathan. He drops to one knee, putting the other one up and dragging Creed face first into it. Nathan bashes off and rises to his feet, beginning to stagger in reverse while his eyes roll to the back of his head. Nathan is standing upright, looking lost as Psycho now rushes into the ropes in front of him. He bounces off and comes charging back in with a head full of steam, extending his arm out to his side for a vicious lariat. Nathan side steps the arm and hooks it, pushing it backwards and causing Psycho to go into a full circle. He turns around to face Creed now, who scoops him up into the air, grimacing from the pain in his back before lowering him down onto his feet. He has his head tucked under his arm pit though, setting up for the Total Domination (Scoop Slam into Final Cut).

Dan: Nathan is going to hit the Total Domination.

Nathan swings around with his arm when Psycho pulls his head free from under his armpit and now turns around to face the back of Creed. He wraps Nathan’s arms around his neck and then lifts him into the air for the Psychotic Episode.

Tim: No he’s not, because Psycho is going to connect with the Psychotic Episode.

As he lifts Nathan into the air, Creed reaches back with his legs, wrapping them around the waist of Psycho. He falls forward and pulls Psycho down into a forward roll as well. He ends up straight on his back with Nathan seated on his chest, holding onto the back of his legs.

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Psycho kicks out, both men rolling across the canvas and then rising to their feet. As they do, they spin around to face one another when Psycho rushes in with an absolutely deadly big boot, straight to the face of Creed. Nathan goes into a complete corkscrew after the collision before crashing onto his back upon the ring. The fans are absolutely speechless at the sight and sound of the move, which looks as if it might have caused permanent brain damage to Nathan. Creed is spread out over the canvas, holding his forehead after the big boot as Psycho rests on his knees now, taking several deep breaths. He rises to his feet and grabs Nathan around the back of his neck, rolling him over onto his knees. Creed has an absolutely lost expression on his face now as Psycho drags him to his feet and pulls him towards Johnny Kingdom, who looks incredibly eager for a tag into this contest. He has his arm extended outward when Psycho with reluctance, slaps his hand, tagging him into the contest. He pulls up on the arm of Nathan so to expose his ribs as Johnny enters the ring and now slugs Nathan straight to the ribs, causing him to cover up and bend forward. Johnny grabs Nathan by the back of the head and swings violently into the side of his face. The shot causes Nathan to stumble before Kingdom hits him with another shot straight to his chin, causing Creed to stagger some more. Kingdom now bends forward and chops Creed straight to the chest, causing him to stand up straight and turn away from the FUF World Heavyweight Champion. Nathan stumbles towards his corner when Kingdom grabs him around the back of his head, shaking his head no. This is before he interlocks his hands around the jaw of Nathan and now pulls him down into a reverse neckbreaker straight across his knee cap. Nathan sits up, shouting in pain, overwhelmed with anguish while Johnny rises to his feet and now jumps into the air. He connects with a stiff dropkick straight to the lower back of Nathan now. Creed begins to flop on the canvas as Johnny lands on his hands and knees, eventually looking around at the crowd with a slight smirk across his face. Kingdom rises to his feet and steps towards Nathan, sitting him up on the canvas once again before taking a step in reverse and charging back in. He spins around in the process and comes down with an elbow drop straight into the lower back of Nathan. Creed grabs his back and shouts at the top of his lungs after the collision. Johnny Kingdom rises to his feet now and grabs Nathan around the jaw, rolling him over onto his hands and knees. He quickly moves in and connects with a dropping knee shot straight into the side of Nathan’s head, knocking him over onto his back. Kingdom rises to his feet once again, methodically stepping around Creed. He reaches down and grabs him around the back of his head. He pulls him up and rolls him over onto his knees. Nathan suddenly grabs him by his Team Leader shirt, pulling him forward, straight into a headbutt against his stomach. Kingdom bends forward, refusing to let go of Nathan though as Creed goes for another headbutt to his gut. Johnny pulls his knee up, straight into his face though. Creed’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he almost falls over. Johnny pulls Nathan to his feet and grabs his wrist, backing him up into the ropes throughout the process and now bouncing him into them. Creed is forced to charge across the ring back at Johnny who catches him with a hip toss, pulling him down into a back breaker straight across his knee. The crowd groans the collision, the deadly impact as Johnny wraps his arm around the waist of Nathan now and rises to his feet. He pulls Creed up into the air and now drops him across his knee once more with the Canadian back breaker this time. The fans start to boo at the sight of this lethal combination move that leaves Nathan lying on his side, wincing in pain as he rolls back and forth. Johnny Kingdom grabs Nathan around his neck once more, rolling him over onto his knees and stomping him to the noggin a few times before he drags him all the way to his feet. He places him in a double underhook now, stepping backwards into the direction of his team’s corner. Johnny reaches out and slaps the hand of Sean Johnson, who jumps onto the top rope and then flies off with a double axehandle to the back of Nathan. Creed drops onto his knee as Genocide lands on his feet beside him. He gets his foot up, driving it into the side of Nathan’s face, then doing it again and again. The kicks are very stiff, Johnson perhaps wanting to do some severe damage to the man that he’s had a long, historic feud with, someone that he’s matched up with on more than one occasion. He grabs Nathan around the neck now and begins to stand him up slowly, Creed’s back being ripped apart at the hands of these jackals. Genocide pulls Nathan to his feet now, pulling both hands back and then delivering a double chop across his chest. Creed stumbles backwards with the shot, his chest now bearing a number of red streaks through it. Johnson now slips around behind his back, standing behind him as he buries his shoulder into the spine of Creed. He lifts him up into the air and then turns, making several rotations before finally dropping Nathan down onto his back with a vicious suplex. Nathan slams into the canvas across his back as he rolls over onto his side, reaching for his kidney area. Through all of his anguish he doesn’t seem compelled with giving up though, refusing to throw in the towel. Johnson stands up though and grabs the ankle of Nathan, pulling it upwards and forcing Creed to roll over onto his knees in reverse. Sean steps forward and places him in a front gantry, fluidly now while dragging Creed up to his feet. He lifts him up into the air, turning him upside down in a vertical suplex position before spinning around and making a rotation and then slamming Creed across his back once more. Nathan sits up on the canvas, reaching for his spine as Johnson rises to his feet and sits him up on the canvas, forcing him to remain upright. He steps towards his corner now and slaps the hand of Curtis Jack, tagging him into this ten man tag team match. Johnson steps towards Nathan now, placing his foot to the back of Creed’s neck, pushing it forward so that he is still forced to sit up on the canvas. In the mean time Curtis grabs the top rope, springing up onto it and then flipping forward, driving the back of his legs, directly into the back of Nathan Creed. The fans almost start a holy shit chant at the sight of the move as Creed begins to flop up and down, rolling across the canvas and holding his spine.

Tim: What a move by Curtis Jack, that was sick, the way his legs connected with the spine of Nathan Creed.

Dan: It was a brutal move May, and thus far Team FUF has been just dissecting the spine of Nathan Creed, his back has to be in horrible shape.

Tim: And think, it all could have been avoided if Nathan would have let AWOL get tagged into this match, he’s the one who could be receiving a beat down.

Curtis Jack rises to his feet now, stepping towards Nathan and rolling him over onto his chest and stomach. He jumps into the air now and comes down with a vicious knee drop straight into the kidneys of Creed. The entire arena groans before Curtis kicks his lower body up into the air and then comes down with another knee shot straight into the lower back of Nathan. Creed begins to shout in pain once more before Curtis Jack wraps his legs around his waist. He grabs his arms now and places them in a full nelson as well before rolling over onto his side. He pulls Nathan up into the same position, applying the full nelson and the body vice at the same time. Nathan is grinding his teeth in pain, groaning in absolute agony. Curtis has this hold locked in perfectly, refusing to let Nathan go, who has been absolutely picked apart in this 10 man tag team match. Curtis cinches in the double submission even tighter, Nathan finding himself short of breath, air being deprived from his lungs. He is almost unable to breath any longer, beginning to fade into unconsciousness. Curtis suddenly rolls over onto his back and places his feet to the lower spine of Nathan, pushing him up while he is still locked in the full nelson. Curtis now wraps his arms around his waist, forcing him over onto the back of his shoulders in a pinning predicament.

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Nathan kicks out, falling over onto his chest and stomach while both of his arms around still being wrapped up in the clutches of Curtis. The FUF member pushes himself up now, straight onto his feet, bridging over backwards with both arms of Nathan tied up into a double chickenwing, the Cattle Mutilation. The fans begin to boo even louder as they spot Nathan being held in this brutal submission hold by the aggressive, and technically gifted Curtis Jack. He only further locks in the hold as Nathan shakes his head, refusing to tap out even as he is questioned by the official. He refuses to let his team down as Curtis only squeezes the arms of Nathan tighter. He seems to have it, this appears to be the ending of this contest, Nathan can only have so much longer to survive. Orlando is smacking the turnbuckle pad and stomping his foot now as Silencer does the same. They shout for Nathan to get up, yet he doesn’t seem to have any further strength in order to do so. Somehow he begins to find the strength inside of himself though, starting to utilize every muscle in his body to begin pressing himself upwards, doing the same to Curtis, who is forced to stand as well while having the submission locked in. Curtis is unable to believe it as Nathan presses both his own and Jack’s body weights up into the air, with his arms still locked up. Curtis is forced to break the double chickenwing before he lowers the arms of Nathan downward, placing him in an unprettier position now. Nathan breaks his arms free though, wrapping them around the waist of Curtis and dropping back into a huge German suplex. The entire arena begins to cheer, absolutely going nuts at the sight of this as Nathan rolls over onto his knees, dragging Curtis with him over onto his posterior. He now rises to his feet, still holding Curtis around the waist and beginning to lift him when he stops. Nathan reaches for his lower back, yelling in pain after trying to lift Curtis, turning away from his opponent as he begins to stagger towards his corner. Silencer, Orlando, Killjoy, and AWOL all reach out, the four men begging for a tag. Nathan begins to reach out, still holding his lower back when Curtis turns his body and then steps in with the Clocked (Superkick), straight into the kidneys of Creed. The crowd screams in shock as Nathan collapses onto his back, grabbing his lower back and roaring in absolute pain.

Dan: Oh no, the Clocked right to that already injured back of Nathan Creed, that was sickening.

Tim: This guy will be lucky if he can even walk away from the ring tonight, his lower back has just been ripped to shreds by Team FUF, it’s bloody brilliant.

Nathan grabs his lower back, rolling from side to side, trying to fight off the pain coursing through his body. Curtis Jack stands up and steps towards his corner, slapping the hand of Chapel once again. The Livewire Champion enters the ring and steps towards Nathan, quickly dropping into the cover and hooking his leg for the pin.

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Nathan gets his shoulder up off the canvas, refusing to stay down even as he reaches for his lower back, which has been absolutely decimated at the hands of Team FUF. Chapel sits Creed up on the canvas and drops down to his knees. In the process he wraps his arms around the waist of Creed, placing him in the bearhug. Nathan doesn’t seem to even possess the strength to roar in anguish, the pain well represented across his exhausted, twisted features. Chapel squeezes his arms tightly about the waist of Nathan, trying his best to force him into submission. The crowd, as well as his teammates begin to shout and stomp for Creed to get up, to fight out of this hold somehow. Nathan doesn’t seem to have enough left in his tank to do this though, his spine having been picked apart for several minutes now. The thick, branch like arms of Chapel further restrict air flow from his body, as well as squeezes the injured back ribs of Nathan. Creed still has that never die attitude though, demonstrating it as he finally begins to push himself upwards. He is starting to utilize all the energy left in his body in order to stand up, willing his way upwards, willing himself to his feet. Chapel refuses to let him go though, only further applying the reverse bearhug on Nathan. Creed rises to his feet now, forcing Chapel to stand as well, both men on their feet. Nathan reaches down with sweat racing down his brutalized body, grabbing the wrist of Chapel, trying desperately to push his arms away from his waist. To the shock of everyone he is beginning to do it, finally forcing the arms apart from around his waist when Chapel breaks the submission and grabs his shoulder. He spins Nathan around and then drops to a knee, wrapping his arms around his waist once again, locking in a second, straight forward bearhug. He squeezes the frame of Nathan with all of his strength, the fight escaping the eyes of Creed, no more energy remaining within his battered frame. Chapel puts even more muscle behind the submission, causing Nathan to unleash just one more roar of anguish. Nathan shakes his head, sweat dripping from his frame as all that will, all that determination fades while in the hands of Chapel, who has placed all of his incredible strength behind this submission. A Creed chant begins to form throughout the stands though, everyone attempting to imbue him with spirit, with their energy. It doesn’t seem to be working though as the referee steps in and grabs the arm of Nathan, lifting it up into the air. He raises it into the air and then allows it to drop to his side, Chapel still being locked in the hold with absolute every ounce of strength that the Livewire Champion has inside of his frame. The referee steps in for a second time and then grabs the arm of Nathan again. He holds it up for several seconds and then allows it to drop to the side of the battered, the brutalized Creed, who just doesn’t seem to have anything left. The crowd is still stomping their feet though, cheering, clapping, everyone joining in, trying to give the strength to free himself from this hold. The hand of Nathan Creed is lifted into the air for a third time now, being held there for several moments before it is finally released. It falls to the side of Nathan as Team FUF begins to jump for joy. Suddenly the arm rises into the air as Chapel begins to shake his head in absolute disbelief, unable to believe that Nathan is still fighting. Creed seems to find the will inside of himself to throw a forearm into the upper back of Chapel, followed by another one, and then a third shot, and now a forth shot. He is beginning to fight his way free it seems before Chapel stands upright, placing his arms under the pits of Creed and dropping backwards. He flips Nathan over, who crashes across his back with the belly to belly suplex. Creed has a look of pure anguish depicted across his face before he falls backwards onto the canvas initially sitting up from the impact. He is laid out on the canvas as Chapel stands up with a menacing expression upon his face as he steps towards his corner. He reaches over the ropes and slaps the hand of Sean Johnson, Genocide beginning to utilize the ropes to pull himself up onto the top rope. He gets his feet positioned on the top rope as Nathan lies exposed in the center of the ring, absolutely nothing remaining in his body.

Tim: Prepare to watch the end of Nathan Creed, and of Annihilation once and for all, hahaha. I love being so positively evil.

Johnson gets both feet beneath him on the top rope and springs into the air. He turns around into twisting phoenix splash, coming down at Creed who suddenly gets his knees up into the air. Johnson slams chest and stomach first into the knee caps of Nathan, bouncing into the air and grabbing his ribs as he rolls away from Nathan.

Dan: Creed blocked the attempt, my God, there still is life remaining within his battered body.

Nathan rolls over sideways, absolutely covered in sweat, his entire body racked with pain as he begins to crawl in the direction of his corner. Everyone of his teammates are overly anxious for a tag, each one of them reaching over the ropes, desperate to slap the hand of Nathan. Johnson turns around on his knees as well, holding his ribs and beginning to make his way towards his corner now, a little faster than Nathan on this occasion. Creed is still crawling, reaching out for a tag slowly, just a few inches away from both Killjoy, Silencer, AWOL and Orlando. Johnson has made it to his corner now, reaching out and slapping the hand of Chapel to boos from the crowd. The Livewire Champion re-enters the ring and rushes at Nathan, who is very close to his corner now. He steps in and grabs Nathan by the ankle, stopping him from getting any closer to his corner, beginning to lift his leg up into the air. Nathan starts to rise to his feet as well, his body immersed in pain and anguish. Nathan is hobbling on one foot, hopping up and down while gripping his back before he turns and jumps into the air, connecting with an enzugari to the back of Chapel’s head. Chapel is taken off of his feet and down to the canvas, yet he is still holding onto the ankle of Nathan. Nathan pushes himself up onto his knees, trying to crawl towards his corner, but is unable to do so with his leg being griped so tightly in the arms of the dazed Chapel. He is only a few mere inches away from his corner, starting to stand up as Chapel rises to his knees, holding onto the ankle of Nathan with all of his remaining strength. Nathan is so very close to making the tag, everyone on their feet, hoping and praying that he finally slaps the hand of one of his teammates. Chapel stands up though, still holding onto the ankle and now dragging Nathan backwards to the center of the ring. Creed hops up and down, desperation setting into his eyes as he is pulled away from his teammates. He tries to make the tag, yet is pulled much to far away as Chapel bears a determined expression upon his face, dead set on keeping him from making the tag. Nathan jumps into the air though, pulling Chapel forward with his leg and then wrapping them both around the waist of the Livewire Champion. He pulls him over forward into a roll up pin.

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Nathan stands up and shifts around to the legs of Chapel now, seemingly have gotten a second burst of energy. He wraps his arms around the legs of Chapel, trying to roll him over into the Courtesy Call now. Nathan seems to be having trouble doing it though when Chapel places his feet to the stomach of Creed and shoves him backwards, unintentionally right into his corner. The fans erupt as AWOL slaps Nathan’s shoulder and now steps over the ropes and into the ring. Chapel rises to his feet in shock as AWOL enters the ring, and steps forward quickly, taking him down with a huge lariat. Knocking him off of his feet and down to the canvas. Chapel rolls over and rises to his feet when AWOL steps in and turns his body, burying his shoulders to the gut of the Livewire Champion and then standing up, placing him in a fireman’s carry. He whips him around now when Chapel slides off of the shoulders and lands right on his feet in front of AWOL. Both former Holy War members glare at one another before Chapel charges forward in a fit of anger. AWOL suddenly drops down though, rolling over with the back of his legs striking the shins of Chapel, causing him to flip over and crash across his back. The fans are going nuts as AWOL rises to his feet quickly, Curtis Jack stepping up onto the top rope in his corner and now flying off. As he does, AWOL gets his foot up straight into his face with a knock out shot big boot. The blow causing Curtis to crash onto his back as AWOL turns away from the FUF member and back towards his former partner.

Dan: AWOL is on fire here in this match, having just been given the fresh tag, and he came in like a house on fire, just taking out everyone in his path thus far, including the Livewire Champion.

Tim: This isn’t happening.

Sean Johnson grabs the top rope now and springs up onto it, flying off at AWOL who turns and catches him by the throat. He allows Genocide to drop onto his feet before hoisting him up into a chokeslam position. He drops him out of that predicament though and allows him to land on his shoulder before he delivers a vicious spinebuster slam. Sean hits the canvas hard and bridges up off of it, grinding his teeth in pain. AWOL stands up with a psychotic expression on his face as he turns around to face Chapel, who steps in with a spinning lariat. AWOL ducks it though, getting around behind the back of Chapel and now grabbing his arm, placing him in a pumphandle position, the fans feeling that the Daisy Cutter is indeed next. As AWOL bends down though to grab his other arm, Chapel elbows him to the face, then does it again. AWOL breaks the pumphandle as Chapel spins around and stands up to face him. He wraps his arm around the neck of AWOL now, setting up for a DDT when Chapel turns his body, stepping around behind the back of the Livewire Champion. He now lifts his arms into the air, placing Chapel into a crucifix, setting up for the Crucifer, Chapel’s own finishing move. As the official turns to remove Johnson from the ring Chapel back mule kicks AWOL, straight to the testicles, the crowd unleashing a groan at the sight of the move. AWOL bends forward, grabbing his testicles when Chapel turns to face him, placing his head between his knees and signaling for the powerbomb over the ropes to the outside of the ring. AWOL stands up though, back dropping Chapel over the ropes as the Livewire Champion flips over and now crashes across his back upon the outside mats. AWOL turns to face him, placing his hands on the top rope while still grimacing from the pain of that brutal kick to the testicles. Killjoy enters the ring behind AWOL now, rushing up behind him as Chapel starts to stand up on the outside of the ring. Killjoy jumps into the air and steps off the back of AWOL, showing remarkable agility as he flies over the ropes, directly at Chapel. He flips over into a senton pancha straight into the chest of Chapel, both men collapsing onto the mats. The fans are going nuts at the sight of this as AWOL turns away from the ropes now and rushing across the ring. He bounces off of them and then comes back in at the ropes in front of Chapel and Killjoy, who are rising to their feet, throwing right hands into each other’s faces. As AWOL comes in though, Curtis Jack enters the scene from the side of the ring and connects with the Clocked straight to the face of the former World Champion. AWOL is knocked off of his feet and down onto his back as everyone in the arena begins to boo at the sight of what just happened, Curtis taking out his long time rival with that vicious superkick. AWOL lies on his back now, grabbing his face after that blow as Curtis Jack drops to the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the apron. Killjoy is now attacked from behind on the outside of the ring by both Johnny Kingdom and Psycho, the two World Champions going immediately after the man who has been a thorn in both of their sides. They surprisingly work together now as they double military press him before allowing him to drop face first into the barricade. Killjoy bounces off hard, collapsing onto his back as a result of the collision. Chapel utilizes this time to roll back into the ring with a somewhat dazed expression on his face after that fight he just had with the former European title holder. AWOL has rolled onto his hands and knees, beginning to crawl towards his corner now, not tempting fait after that sick superkick he was forced to digest thanks to Curtis Jack. Kingom jumps onto the apron and demands a tag from Chapel now, begging him to slap his hand, to get him into this contest. Chapel rises to his knees and now slaps the hand of Kingdom, The FUF World Champion jumping over the top rope in order to get his hands upon AWOL. The Biggest Craziest Bastard has already reached his corner though, extending his hand out and slapping Silencer’s. The entire arena goes nuts as Kingdom keeps charging in and Silencer enters the ring. He moves forward and jumps into the air, swinging around and connecting with a spinning heel kick on Johnny as he neared him. Kingdom is knocked off of his feet after the blow, trying to stand back up immediately though as the crowd erupts at the sight of both Johnny and Silencer being in the same ring together. Johnny gets to his knees when Silencer steps in and hits him across the side of the face with a forearm, following it up with another shot, and then a third. Johnny gets to his feet and receives a blistering knife edge chop across the chest for his troubles. The blow causes Kingdom to turn in a complete circle away from the man he screwed out of the Annihilation title. He turns around to face Silencer now and lifts his hands into the air, racking the eyes of Simon. Silencer is forced to grab his face and turn away from Kingdom, holding his eye sockets. Kingdom now rushes forward when Silencer turns his body and connects with a huge step up enzugari to the back of his head.

Tim: Oh no, this isn’t how this was suppose to end up, this isn’t how this epic battle was suppose to happen, Silencer is suppose to be on the receiving end of the beating, not Johnny.

Dan: Johnny Kingdom and Silencer finally locking horns, in this ten man tag match that is just going insane.

Johnny’s eyes roll to the back of his head before he tumbles face first into the canvas. Silencer starts to stand up while Kingdom does the same, still gripping the back of his neck in pain. Simon quickly rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off and coming back in. He charges at Kingdom and jumps forward into a huge front dropkick straight into the forehead of Kingdom. Johnny rolls onto his back, grabbing his forehead after that vicious kick he just received square to the jaw. Silencer rolls over sideways, motioning for Kingdom to stand up now as Johnny tries to do so, still gripping his forehead. He almost tumbles to the canvas several times as Silencer slaps his knee, setting up for the Twisted Mind. He steps in, lifting his foot into the air for the superkick when Kingdom grabs him by the ankle. He pushes it away from his chin, causing Silencer to turn his back in the direction of Johnny. The almost year long FUF Champion steps forward, grabbing the arm of Silencer and forcing him down to the canvas into the Lesson in Leadership (Crossface). The entire arena begins to boo at the sight of this as Johnny interlocks his hands around the chin of Simon, pulling back on the former World Champion’s head with absolutely all of his upper body strength. Orlando Cruze now slides into the ring, stepping in and blasting Kingdom to the back of his head with a huge kick. Johnny breaks the crossface, rolling over onto his knees as all hell seems to now be breaking lose in this ten man tag team match. Killjoy and Psycho are still going at it on the outside, while Curtis Jack and Sean Johnson rush around the ring, charging at Nathan Creed and AWOL who drop off of the apron in order to begin doing battle with them. Kingdom rolls over onto his knees, trying to stand up as Orlando steps in and blasts him across the jaw with a right, both men throwing fisticuffs with one another. The crowd is cheering, seeing them going at it with one another again when Orlando kicks Johnny to the gut now and then throws a fist. Kingdom ducks under it though, getting around behind the back of Orlando and now waiting for him to spin around. Cruze turns to face Johnny, who steps in with a big right only for Orlando to catch him across his chest, setting up for the Rock Bottom. The fans begin to cheer once again when Johnny turns his body, sliding around behind the arm of Orlando and trying to drag him down into the Lesson in Leadership now. Orlando tries to fight to the best of his abilities though when Cruze flips over forward onto his back upon the canvas. He gets his feet up, placing them to the chest of Kingdom, shoving him backwards into the ropes. The FUF World Champion bounces off of the ropes and then charges in at Orlando, pulling down his elbow pad in the process and lifting his arm into the air for that same brutally stiff clothesline that he’s used over the past few months. He throws the arm at Orlando who catches a hold of it, switching behind it and forcing Kingdom down into the Defcon 6 (Crossface). The fans begin to cheer as Orlando attempts to get the crossface locked in on Kingdom, the same finishing submission that Johnny has used to make countless people submit over the past year. Johnny shouts in anger, trying to keep from allowing his arm to get locked in this submission. Kingdom rolls over forward, out of the submission and straight onto his back. He reaches up, wrapping his arm around the neck of Orlando, placing him in a stunner position as he bridges himself upwards onto his feet, pulling Cruze with him. Both men reach their feet when Kingdom turns around and places Orlando in a front facelock. He hoists him up into the air now and drags him down to the canvas into the Exodus Finale (Brainbuster DDT). The arena erupts into boos as Orlando’s head slams into the canvas violently.

Tim: The Exodus Finale, this is over ladies and gentlemen, there’s no way it can continue.

Kingdom crawls into the cover on Orlando only for official Ingelson to step in and tell him that Cruze is not the legal man in this tag match. Johnny rises to his feet, looking into the face of Alex, appearing infuriated as he grabs him by the front of the shirt and demands that he say that Cruze is the legal competitor, becoming frustrated. Johnny now turns back around to face Orlando when Silencer steps in, grabbing him around the neck and by the back of the pants. He hoists him into the air and swings around into the Break the Silence. The entire arena erupts into cheers as Johnny slams face first into the canvas, bouncing into the air and then rolling over onto his back. Silencer now crawls into the cover to a huge ovation.

Dan: Silencer connected with the Break the Silence on Kingdom, Orlando wasn’t the legal man!

Tim: No, this ten man tag cannot end this way, it cannot end this way dammit, Team FUF should have had the win, who shouldn’t matter who’s legal and who’s not legal. How else do you think I have a sex life?

Ingelson drops and makes the count.

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The entire arena erupts before the arm of Kingdom shoots from the canvas. He rolls onto his side, looking absolutely exhausted while Silencer sits up, flabbergasted by what just happened, unable to earn the pinfall from perhaps his greatest rival here in the ULW currently. Curtis Jack and AWOL now roll into the ring, brawling with one another, fighting it out with hard fist shots into one another’s faces. The fans are still going nuts as this thing has complete degenerated into an all out brawl. On the outside of the ring, Killjoy tosses Psycho straight into the steel steps, slamming into them hard across his back. He collapses onto his chest and stomach as Killjoy steps in and begins to stomp him to the forehead repeatedly. Meanwhile, Nathan Creed and Sean Johnson are now exchanging chops with one another as they brawl around into the area, directly in front of the end of the ramp. The referee doesn’t seem to know what to do here, unable to control this absolute insanity that has enveloped the entire arena. AWOL is battling with Curtis still, both men exchanging hard forearm shots when Chapel steps up behind the Submission Champion. He connects with a double sledge to the upper back of AWOL, causing him to bend forward while repeatedly hitting him over the back now with forearm shots. Curtis joins in with the assault when Silencer steps in, grabbing Jack by the shoulder and spinning him around before decking him to the face repeatedly with hard right hands. Curtis tries to respond, throwing two shots, but Silencer ducks under both of them. He now stands back up and connects with another shot to the face of Curtis, followed by another one. AWOL is coming back against Chapel now, both men hitting one another with hard shots as well. Silencer and Curtis are still going at it when Jack hits him with a high knee lift to the gut. Silencer backs up towards the ropes with each shot before Curtis takes a step in reverse and then charges in once more. Simon ducks forward, burying his shoulders into the gut of Curtis Jack and back dropping him over the ropes. Curtis grabs the top rope though, floating over and landing upon his feet on the apron. On the other side of the ring, Chapel has chopped AWOL viciously across his chest, now backing him into the opposite set of ropes. He whips him across the ring as Silencer turns around to face Curtis, who hits him with a straight right hand over the top rope. Silencer turns away from him and drops to a knee as AWOL comes rushing in at Curtis from the other side of the ring. Curtis spots him though and jumps into the air as AWOL flies through the ropes, between the legs of Jack. He soars over the apron and over the mats, straight into Sean Johnson and Nathan Creed, connecting with a huge suicide dive headbutt. All three men are taken down to the mats to a huge reaction, everyone jumping up and down at the sight of this. All three men start to stand up though, trying to force their way upward when Curtis Jack, who is now standing on the second rope, looks over his shoulder at the trio. He now springs onto the top rope and bounces off, flying in reverse with a huge moonsault. AWOL, Johnson and Nathan turn as Curtis Jack comes down on top of them all with the huge moonsault, the arena once again starting a huge reaction, occompanied by some holy shit chants as all four men crash onto the mats, now looking out of it.

Dan: This match is becoming a destruction derby here ladies and gentlemen, bodies flying everywhere.

Tim: We knew that this match wasn’t going to be able to stay straight for long, and like you said, it has completely degenerated out here now.

Killjoy steps around into the pit of individuals who have been taken down by that moonsault. Curtis is the first to begin standing up as Killjoy moves in and blasts him to the jaw with a forearm shot. AWOL, Nathan and Johnson all begin to stand up as well while on the inside of the ring, Chapel and Silencer have now come to blows, both men still going at it with right hands. Simon goes for another right, only to have his arm blocked as Chapel pushes it away and causes him to turn around in a circle. As he does though, Simon connects with the same step up enzugari that he hit Kingdom with a few moments ago. Chapel drops onto his chest with a dazed look in his face. Silencer stands up now and glares to the outside of the ring at the 5 individuals occupying the bottom of the ramp. Simon now goes into a cartwheel over across the canvas, he cartwheels a second time and then flips over sideways, over top of the ropes, turning his body into a moonsault that connects upon everyone occupying the ringside area. All five men collapse around one another to a huge reaction from the fans. They are all jumping up and down as everyone lies in a pile on the outside mats. The crowd is now starting a holy shit chant at the top of their lungs after what they’ve witnessed between everyone in this chaotic, out of control 10 man tag team match. This holy shit chant is soon followed by a UL-Dub ovation as all the individuals at ringside attempt to get to their feet. Psycho slides into the ring now, holding his back as he steps towards the slowly rising Orlando Cruze. He stomps him to the side of the head, keeping him down while delivering a blistering forearm to his upper back. Johnny Kingdom has somehow risen to his feet, stepping in and joining in upon the assault on Cruze. Both men stomp at the back of his head repeatedly while Kingdom begins to motion for Psycho to do something, demanding that he does it in fact. The Annihilation World Heavyweight Champion pulls Orlando to his feet and now scoops him up into the air and drives him down violently into the canvas across his back. Kingdom slides through the ropes and onto the apron before beginning to scale the turnbuckle now that Orlando is laid out perfectly in the ring. The crowd is booing as he gets to the top rope, beginning to set up for a high flying move perhaps when Psycho grabs Orlando by the back of the head and drags him up to his feet. Johnny looks at Psycho with a peeved expression upon his face now, appearing upset that Psycho isn’t following orders. Psycho pulls Orlando to his feet and drags him into one of the corners, lifting him upside down and beginning to tie up his legs in the tree of woe. Everyone is still trying to stand up on the outside as Kingdom drops off of the apron now and gets into the face of Psycho, who has begun to step to the center of the ring. The FUF Champion shoves Psycho violently, as the Annihilation title holder steps back in and gives Johnny an equally as strong shove in the opposite direction. Psycho begins to point at himself, then at Johnny, mouthing something. He turns and bolts at the upside down Cruze now, dropping down into a baseball slide dropkick. Orlando pulls himself up though, avoiding the baseball dropkick and sitting on the top rope as Psycho slides under him, his legs spreading as he connects testicles first with the exposed turnbuckle. Psycho begins to shake his head from the collision as Orlando unties his legs and begins to stand up on the top rope, his back still aimed towards the ring. Johnny Kingdom suddenly rushes up behind him, jumping onto the second rope and placing his hand to the posterior of Orlando, shoving him forward. Cruze flies over the apron and over the mats, straight into the steel barricade on the outside. He crashes chest and face first off of it, immediately tumbling onto his back.

Tim: Ohhhh, Orlando Cruze has been taken out of the equation with that move, especially after the Exodus Finale he got hit with earlier.

Dan: Orlando crashing and burning violently into that barricade, he may be seriously injured after that nasty bump.

On the outside of the ring, AWOL has now powered his way up onto his feet once again, grabbing Curtis Jack by the back of the head and bashing him face first into the steel barricade. He bounces off and grabs his face before he stumbles backwards into the steel chair that is set up in the corner of the barricades. He falls into it, taking a seat as AWOL now steps towards Sean Johnson, who has staggered to his feet. AWOL drags him towards the steel steps, pulling back his head and driving it violently into the steps. He bounces off and stands as AWOL pulls him around the ring even further now, pulling him to corner of the barricades, straight across from the one that Curtis Jack is seated in. He throws a chop across the chest of Johnson and causes him to fall onto his posterior upon the chair, setting against the corner of the barricades. AWOL turns around to face Curtis seated on the chair as he looks around at the screaming fans. He charges across the mats with a huge burst of speed before getting his foot up and connecting with the Face Wash, almost crushing the head of Curtis between his foot and the steel plates lining the steel barricade. The fans scream at the sound of the collision, AWOL stepping away from Curtis who remains on the chair with a lost look in his face, appearing to be brain dead after that collision. AWOL turns around to face Genocide now, who is still seated in the chair before he rushes in with a huge burst of speed. A twisted expression fills AWOL’s face as he gets his foot up and drives it straight into the side of Genocide’s head, slamming him into the barricade with another Face Wash. Johnson flops into the air and now spills to the outside mats, grabbing his noggin. AWOL takes a step back as the crowd puts their hands together at the sight of the former World Champion possibly taking out two of his opponents with those brutal Face Washes. On the inside of the ring Psycho has stood up, stepping to the center of the ring when Kingdom shoves him, demanding that he start showing respect, pointing into his face. They are so caught up in this arguement that they don’t notice Silencer and Killjoy rising onto the apron. They both grab the top rope and now do a double spring onto it. They land on their feet and then fly forward with a double dropkick straight into Kingdom and Psycho as they turned around. The blow knocks both men off of their feet and down to the mats as a result. Everyone is on their feet cheering, putting their hands together as Killjoy and Simon rise to their feet, looking around at the sold out crowd. Johnny and Psycho start to force their way upwards, both men trying their best to work their way upward. Killjoy and Silencer turn around to face Chapel, who is slowly rising to his feet, the Livewire Champion suddenly rushes in though and connects with a double lariat, knocking both men down to the canvas. The fans begin to boo at the sight of this as the Chapel steps forward with a very angry, enraged look burning within his eyes after he just took out the current allies. Chapel stands over them, breathing heavily, completely engulfed in hatred for the men he just brutalized with that stiff double clothesline. Chapel now looks to the outside of the ring, his eyes burning a hole directly into the face of AWOL, both men’s eyes interlocking upon one another as the fans immediately pipe in with a chorus of cheers, everyone jumping up and down, eager to witness these two men once again get their hands upon each other. AWOL jumps onto the apron, pointing directly into the face of Chapel, the Livewire and the Submission Champion burning a hole into one another’s eyes with a penetrating, disturbing glare. Chapel trembles with rage before he steps towards the ropes and throws a right hand. AWOL blocks his fist though and responds with a brutal head but straight into the forehead of the King of Monsters. Chapel turns away from AWOL, beginning to stumble towards the center of the ring. AWOL now steps over the ropes into the ring, intending on getting his hands upon the man who has been a constant irritation for the past year of his life. He charges in quickly at Chapel, who catches him quickly with a drop toe hold. AWOL crashes onto the canvas across his chest and stomach when Chapel stands up now and lifts his elbow into the air, about to drop it only for AWOL to roll out of the way. The point of Chapel’s elbow slams into the canvas as AWOL rises to his feet, beginning to will himself upwards. He gets both feet beneath him and now grabs Chapel by the hair, pulling him over onto his knees and now throwing right hands into the face of the King of Monsters repeatedly. He now backs up in order to get a running start, bouncing off of the ropes and coming back in when Johnny Kingdom grabs him around the ankle. The FUF World Champion has rolled onto his side, still appearing almost out of it after taking that vicious dropkick. He grips the ankle of AWOL tightly as he turns around now, beginning to stomp on his forehead several times in order to escape his clutches and get his hands upon Chapel. From behind the Livewire Champion now steps in, blasting AWOL over the back and causing him to bend forward, shouting in pain as a result. Chapel turns his body now and buries his shoulders into the spine of AWOL, standing up and holding him in position for the Cardinal Sin (Torture Rack Backbreaker). He jumps into the air and connects, slamming the spine of AWOL down over his shoulders. The Chaos member spills onto the canvas and rolls across it. He spills to the outside while Chapel remains seated on the canvas with a rather twisted expression upon his face.

Tim: Yes, Chapel connects with the Cardinal Sin, this match has to be over.

Dan: Not true, neither AWOL or Chapel are the legal men in this tag team contest, that distinction still lies in the hands of Silencer and Johnny Kingdom.

AWOL rolls all the way across the canvas and then finally spills to the outside mats while Chapel rises to his feet, the Livewire Champion looking very pleased with his actions as the referee steps in and demands that he exit the ring as he is not the legal participant. Chapel glares at Kingdom, who is still just a few inches away from the FUF corner. He slides through the ropes now and onto the apron before reaching over and slapping the shoulder of Kingdom, officially tagging himself into this ten man tag team match. Killjoy now finds himself standing up in the corner, trying his best to work his way upward and to a standing base as the pain overwhelms his body. Chapel quickly rushes in, getting a great deal of speed and then jumping into the air for a big splash. Suddenly Killjoy spins around in a complete circle, getting momentum before kicking Chapel straight to the gut. The Livewire Champion bends forward, grabbing his abdomen and grinding his teeth. He turns away from Killjoy and steps towards the center of the ring, still being bent forward. Silencer steps in now, rather quickly, jumping over the head of Chapel and landing in a seated position upon the middle area of the religious zealots back. He places his legs under the arm pits of Chapel as well, setting up for perhaps a sunset flip driver as Killjoy now rushes into the ropes in front of both men. He bounces off and comes charging back in when Silencer falls forward, pulling Chapel’s massive body into a backwards flip while Killjoy jumps into the air and grabs a hold of his neck, tightly gripping it. Killjoy flips over as well, as he and Silencer connect with a sunset flip driver, flip over neckbreaker combination. The crowd erupts, immediately chiming in with a holy shit chant at the sight of what they just witnessed. Silencer turns and drops into the cover now, the crowd beginning to cheer while Sean Johnson jumps onto the apron in order to break up the pin attempt, his eyes still rolled to the back of his head. Killjoy rushes in though and hits him with a forearm to the jaw, knocking him off of the apron and to the outside mats. Ingelson drops and makes the count.

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Dan: This is it, this could be the conclusion of this war.

Tim: No, please, where’s a flaming comet when you need one, where’s an act of God?

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The entire arena begins to rejoice before Kingdom dives into the scene, connecting with a forearm to the back of Silencer’s head, causing him to break the pin attempt. The fans are disgusted, having been so close to witnessing Team Annihilation pick up the win in this epic, unbelievable 10 man tag team battle, that has completely broken down into absolute madness. Johnny begins to stand up when Killjoy moves in quickly, he connects with a right to the face of Kingdom, followed by another blow, and then a third shot to the chin. Johnny is staggering after everything he’s endured in this intense tag team contest when Killjoy begins to lob forearm after forearm after forearm into his chin. The crowd is going nuts as Killjoy just continues to lay into him with the brutal shots square to his jaw. Killjoy now pulls his forearm back again when Kingdom launches his knee straight into the gut of the former Gathering leader. Killjoy bends forward as Kingdom drags him into position for the package piledriver. He lifts both arms of Killjoy into the air, placing them at the sides of his thighs and hooking his legs as well, trying to get him into position for his devastating, brutal piledriver. Kingdom begins to lift Killjoy when he slides his head out of that position and turns his around and away from Johnny. He slides around behind his back in the process and hooks both of Johnny’s arms. Kingdom begins to shake his head in disbelief as he is lifted into the air and turned for the Soul Stealer (Full Nelson into DDT). He turns the body of Johnny outward now when Kingdom frees himself from the full nelson in mid air, turning around to face Killjoy. He wraps his arm around his neck now and drops onto his feet in front of Killjoy, lifting his arm into the air and signaling for the Exodus Finale (Brainbuster DDT). The crowd begins to boo and scream in horror over the prospect of Kingdom hitting his finishing move when Silencer steps in front of him. He moves in quickly and connects with the Twisted Mind straight to the jaw of Kingdom. Johnny is knocked off of his feet and onto his back, pulling Killjoy over with him. Killjoy bridges over onto his feet, with his shoulder pinning Kingdom down to the canvas, everyone in the arena jumping up and down, going ecstatic. Ingelson shrugs his shoulders and drops to the canvas, not even caring who the legal man is anymore.

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Genocide flies off the top rope and connects with a frog splash on the bridged over Killjoy’s ribs, having come out of nowhere in order to hit the move. Killjoy grabs his mid-section and collapses ono the canvas, beginning to flop up and down in pure anguish. Sean turns away from Killjoy though, holding his ribs throughout the process while Psycho finally works his way up to his feet, stumbling in the process. He quickly rushes at the rising Silencer, utilizing the ropes to stand. Psycho rushes in and connects with a lariat, knocking both men over the ropes, spilling to the outside mats. Psycho collapses into the barricade, bouncing off of it while Silencer drops onto the mats, almost everyone in the contest now being laid out. All ten men spread out across the ring and across the mats, this battle having been reduced to all out chaos. A UL-Dub chant starts once again from the sold out arena, everyone rejoicing in the sight of this incredible battle that they are thus far witnessing. Everyone is down, except for one man though, one individual, Nathan Creed. The fans are screaming with delight as the Future pulls himself up the turnbuckle with all of his strength, reaching for his damaged spine throughout the process. He scales as quickly as he can, getting to the very top rope, spotting Chapel still spread out across the canvas. He tries to push himself up all the way to his feet, getting them beneath him while trying to steady himself as the pain throughout his back becomes almost unbearable. Nathan now jumps off the top rope, flying through the air and connecting with a huge flying headbutt, straight into the chest of Chapel. The Livewire Champion begins to flop up and down, reaching for his chest as Nathan rolls off of, everyone still jumping up and down in the arena, putting their hands together.

Dan: Nathan Creed, the only conscious man in this ten man tag just connected with the headbutt from the top, there may be no one around to break up the pin attempt.

Tim: Nathan shouldn’t even be able to walk, let alone connect with something like that.

Nathan begins to crawl towards Chapel, dropping down on top of him with little strength remaining inside of his body. Ingelson once again throws the legal man rule out the window as he drops down and makes the count.

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Chapel gets his shoulder up at the last second, everyone in the arena surprised by what just transpired. Nathan rolls off of the pinning predicament, absolutely stunned by what just occured as he slowly starts to push himself upwards, willing himself onto his feet. He is gripping his ribs in unbearable pain as he reaches his feet, Johnson utilizing the ropes across from him to get to a standing base, to reach his feet. He almost collapses several times before turning around to face Nathan Creed now. He staggers into him when Nathan bends forward and grabs the back of the legs of Genocide, trying to pull them up and force him into the Courtesy Call. Johnson begins to fight though, lifting his arm into the air and blasting Creed over his already injured lower back. Nathan almost falls to his knees but Johnson reaches down and hooks both of his arms now, jumping into the air and connecting with the pedigree. Nathan’s face slams into the canvas before he rolls over onto his back immediately, the crowd booing at a move they haven’t seen Johnson utilize in quite a while, his former finishing move.

Tim: Yes, Sean Johnson, who knows Nathan Creed better than any body in this match, found the perfect counter out of the Courtesy Call attempt, right into that Extreme Pedigree he use to utilize as a finisher, if it’s not over yet I’ll remove one my testicles and sell them on ebay.

Dan: In order to do that Tim, you’d have to have testicles in the first place.

Johnson crawls desperately into the cover, Alex dropping down and making the count, still not paying attention to the legal man rule, having been swept up into the madness. The crowd can feel it coming now, they realize that this could be it, that this might be the end of this intense ten man tag match.

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The crowd is shocked before Nathan kicks out with a mere second to spare. The fans brush their foreheads, thinking that that was going to be it for Annihilation. Johnson rises onto his knees, his face clouded with anger, unable to accept the fact that Nathan kicked out of the pedigree. He slowly rises to his feet when Psycho rolls Silencer into the ring under the ropes, shouting for Johnson to take him out. On the outside of the ring, Orlando Cruze has been helped to his feet now by Curtis Jack, who has picked him up onto his shoulder. Curtis has finally regained his consciousness after that stiff face wash and now charges Orlando face first, like a javelin, into the exposed steel turnbuckle. Cruze bounces off and collapses onto his back while Curtis leans against the apron, trying to catch his breath. Orlando is out of it completely now on the outside mats, his forehead having been busted open after that collision with the turnbuckle. Silencer has now rolled onto his hands and knees, trying to force his away up when Sean Johnson steps in and kicks him to the back of his head, then does it again. He grabs Simon by the hair and forces him up onto his feet before rushing him backwards into the ropes. He bounces him off and sends him charging across the ring as he Silencer hits those ropes now and comes back in. Johnson steps forward, placing his hands to the chest of Simon and throwing him up into the air. Silencer turns his body though and connects with a dropsault straight to the face of Genocide. Silencer flips over completely, landing on his feet somehow as Johnson spills into the canvas and rolls to the outside. Silencer turns around slowly when Psycho steps in, having just entered the ring. He lifts Simon up into the air and onto his shoulder, for the Break You Piledriver. Simon slides off of the shoulder of Psycho though, landing on his feet behind his back. Psycho spins around when Silencer places his arm around his neck, setting up for the Break the Silencer. Psycho bends forward though, sliding down under the arm of Simon and then moving around behind his back. He wraps his arms around the neck of Simon and drops back into the Psychotic Episode. The fans are shocked, everyone booing as Silencer’s head crashes into the canvas. Psycho rolls over, pulling Silencer with him to continue with the Psychotic Episode, determined to make Silencer tap out to this vicious, brutal submission.

Dan: Oh no, Psycho has got the Psychotic Episode locked in on Silencer....

Tim: Yep, you should start packing up your belongings right now, hahaha.

Silencer is pulled over onto his posterior with a lost look in his eyes as Psycho keeps his arms locked around the neck of the man he defeated for the Annihilation title. He rises to his feet, pulling Silencer up to his as well, going for the Psychotic Episode a third time when Killjoy moves up behind Psycho. He hooks both of his arms from behind and now lifts him up into the air. Psycho is forced to break the Cobra clutch as he is turned and now dragged down to the canvas into the Soul Stealer. Psycho crashes face first into the canvas, rolling over onto his back as Silencer falls to his hands and knees, looking completely out of it. Killjoy starts to rise to his feet now, glaring at Johnny Kingdom, who has sat himself up in his corner, appearing physically exhausted. Killjoy points at him with sweat dripping from his battered body when his ankle is grabbed from behind. His leg is lifted into the air by Curtis Jack, forcing Killjoy to drop onto his chest and stomach. Curtis has got him in the Snap Tap, twisting his ankle with all of his strength, attempting to the best of his ability to break it even. Killjoy begins to shout at the top of his lungs, pushing himself up onto his elbows and shaking his head as sweat flies in all different direction as well as his soaked hair. Curtis continues twisting his ankle with absolutely all of his strength, seemingly about to step over his back now and then lock in the reverse chin lock as well in order to get the move fully applied.

Tim: The Snap Tap, the Snap Tap by Curtis Jack.

Dan: After everything that these men have been put through, it might just be over this time.

Curtis continues to twist at his ankle, putting absolutely all of his strength into the submission, twisting it and turning it, trying to break it clean in half but being unable to step over in order to get the move completely locked in. Killjoy is trying his best to keep from tapping out, and to also prevent Curtis Jack from fully getting the submission established. Orlando Cruze now rolls into the ring under the ropes, his face covered in blood as he starts to stand up slowly. He tries to get his feet beneath him when Curtis breaks the submission and now steps forward for the third Clocked of the contest upon his rival. He steps in for the superkick when Orlando grabs him around the ankle. He pushes his leg away, causing Curtis to go into a spin before he turns around to face Orlando. Cruze places his arm across his chest and hoists a shocked Curtis into the air, the Rock Bottom. The entire arena begins to cheer at the sight of Orlando hitting one of his trademark move, the same blow that took out Shinzan Valfane at War of the Worlds. Curtis strikes violently into the canvas across his back as the bloodied Orlando pushes himself up onto his knees, almost falling over several times throughout the process of trying to stand though. His body is racked with pain after hitting the Rock Bottom on his rival of the past few weeks. Orlando tries to stand up now while Killjoy rolls to his side, gripping his ankle, Silencer is spread across the canvas upon his chest and stomach, Nathan Creed is laid out across his back, Sean Johnson spread on top of the mats on the outside, AWOL trying to pull himself up utilizing the barricade, Chapel attempting to crawl across the canvas towards the ropes, and Johnny Kingdom being seated in the corner. Absolutely everyone except for the bloodied Orlando Cruze is standing as he turns to face the Annihilation World Champion Psycho, who is started to push himself upwards. Killjoy also starts to force himself upwards with all of his strength. Orlando steps towards the kneeling Psycho who suddenly throws a forearm into the gut of Cruze, following it up with a second blow. Cruze bends forward, grabbing his ribs and shouting in pain with blood still dripping from his face. Psycho starts to stand up now, connecting with another shot to his chin, followed by another blow. Orlando is almost knocked over when a wobbly Psycho hits him with a stiff forearm to the side of his face, almost knocking Cruze down to the canvas as a result. Psycho stands up now and kicks Orlando to the gut before pointing at the top rope, signaling for the Downfall (Top Rope Tombstone). Psycho grabs Orlando around the head when Cruze pulls his head free and connects with a right to the jaw of the Annihilation World Champion, following it up with another shot straight across his face. Psycho stumbles in reverse and then kicks Cruze to the gut again and throws a hard right hand that Orlando catches. Cruze switches around behind his arm in order to force him down into the Defcon 6. He is trying his best to force him down into the hold as Psycho fights it with absolutely all of his strength. He suddenly pulls Orlando in and then shoves him backwards, getting his arm free of the attempted hold. Psycho charges into the ropes in front of Cruze now as Killjoy stands up behind Orlando. Psycho bounces off of the ropes and comes charging at Orlando before he surprisingly jumps into the air with a cross body. Orlando ducks out of the way though as Psycho flies straight into Killjoy, who catches him across his chest. Killjoy unleashes a mighty roar as he pushes Psycho around into the Reality (Fall Away position into Rock Bottom). Psycho slams violently into the canvas across his back upon the canvas to a huge reaction.

Dan: The Reality!

Tim: Noo!

Psycho hits the canvas hard as Killjoy rolls away from him. The impact seems to cause Psycho to bounce up into the air though as he rises right back onto his feet after taking one of Killjoy’s trademark moves. To the shock of everyone Psycho remains on his feet, somehow trying to fight off the effects of the move he just got hit with. He turns around now, with his legs almost buckling beneath him.

Tim: Wow, look at Psycho, he got right back up after the Reality, nothing can keep him down.

Psycho looks about to collapse as he turns around to face Orlando now, who steps in, placing his hand across his chest and now hoisting him into the air. Psycho’s eyes fill with shock as he is now hit with a straight up Rock Bottom, driving him down to the canvas brutally yet again.

Dan: The Rock Bottom, right after the Reality.

Orlando rolls into the cover with his head concealed behind a layer of blood. He is pinning Psycho down to the canvas as Killjoy crawls in and now drops down on top of Orlando, helping him pin the Annihilation World Champion down to the canvas.

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Chapel gets to his knees and tries to crawl towards the pinning predicament when AWOL reaches under the ropes and grabs him by the ankle, keeping him from doing so.

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Johnson gets onto the apron across his knees when Nathan kicks him to the face through the ropes, knocking him back to the outside. Johnny Kingdom stands up in the corner now, just a few inches away from the double pinning predicament. He now just shakes his head and drops right back down onto his posterior as Ingelson’s hand comes down for the third slap.

Tim: Noooooooo.

3!

The entire arena bursts into cheers, everyone jumping up and down, the entire arena going nuts. They all jump up and down bull horns and flash bulbs going off throughout the arena.

Dan: They’ve done it, they’ve done it, Team Annihilation has done it!

Tim: This, this, can’t be happen....it just can’t be happening.

The fans are absolutely crazed in the stadium, overly enthusiastic over what just occurred. They are all jumping up and down while Johnny Kingdom remains seated in the corner, glaring at Killjoy and Orlando who roll off of the pin on Psycho. Chapel looks on in shock, as does Sean Johnson and Curtis Jack who has briefly regained his senses long enough to witness this occur.

Dan: Annihilation is victorious ladies and gentlemen, they have survived the war, they have survived the FUF invasion., and that means your ass is fired Tim, your fired.

Tim: This can’t be....

The camera switches to the shocked features of May, who has fallen completely silent, stunned by what just occurred. Inside of the ring the referee has grabbed the wrists of Orlando Cruze and Killjoy, holding them both into the air as the Team Annihilation members rise onto their knees. Both men find themselves glaring at one another, in confusion almost before they realize that they just picked up the victory in this chaotic, in this unbelievable ten man tag team contest. Chapel, Sean Johnson, and Curtis Jack all look at what just transpired, their faces full of shock, of surprise, speechless over what just occurred. Silencer, Nathan Creed and AWOL now enter the ring, stepping towards Orlando and Killjoy. To the shock of everyone else in the arena, AWOL, Nathan and Silencer grab the wrists of the two men who won this battle, as well as one another’s hands. They all raise their arms into the air, standing victoriously over the FUF army.

Dan: What a night, what an unbelievable turn of events. Team Annihilation has done it, they have defeated FUF in what was one of the greatest pay per view main events I think I’ve ever witnessed.

Tim May can now be heard crying into the other head set, weeping uncontrollably as all five Annihilation members stand exhausted on the inside of the ring. Green confetti now begins to fall from the rafters, fireworks exploding from the turnbuckle, sending green sparks into the air. Johnny Kingdom remains seated in the corner, examining everything that is occurring in the ring, but seemingly not even caring about what has transpired. Psycho rolls over onto his side and now glares at Johnny with a questioning look in his eyes, appearing shocked that he didn’t do anything to prevent him from being pinned. All five members of Annihilation now begin to turn in circles while holding one another’s wrists up into the air in victory. The entire arena is going absolutely nuts over what they are witnessing, taking all of this excitement in, realizing that they are witnessing a truly historic moment here in the ULW.

Dan: Annihilation has done it, they are victorious, we have survived, what an event, what a Bloody Massacre.

Team Annihilation continues to stand over the FUF members as Chapel, Johnson, Curtis and Psycho try to stand look devastated by this loss. Kingdom remains seated in his corner, a far off look in his eyes. AWOL, Orlando, Silencer, Nathan and Killjoy remain standing in the center of the ring with everyone going nuts as confetti continues to tumble to the canvas around them. Robin Brooks and the entire Annihilation roster steps back out onto the stage, putting their hands together, everyone of them clapping and cheering on what just happened in the ring. The copyright symbol now appears in the corner of the screen, the final image being of the five victorious men in the ring and their stunned opposition.

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