WELCOME TO THE LAIR


The ULW symbol flashes across the screen before fading into darkness from which it resonated. Suddenly what appears to an image of a crooked line appears upon a heart monitor, the beeping can be heart as it detects the pulse of the heart, shown across the screen. A brief flash features a serious looking CHB standing in a pure dark room, appearing in black and white almost with illumination only bringing into focus half of his body.

CHB: Tonight, nothing will stop me from accomplishing what I never have.....

The pulse continues to be displayed across the screen, beating a little faster before another flash of light brings up Hurse, who is seated in the corner of a hallway with his glove covered hands sliding down his face, his image slightly blurred in black and white as well.

Hurse: After two years, after two years, I will not fail again, I can't fail.

Hurse looks up towards the camera with a very desperate glint in his eyes before the pulse is shown once more, beginning to drop in its rhythm, starting to become almost a thin line. A brief flash of light brings out the face of AWOL, the camera zooming in upon his features as he stands up right in a very dark room, almost pitch black. A brief flash showcases the Weapon's Lair, in black and white as well, being lowered down over the ring.

AWOL: Some of the things I've done in this Lair, I cannot take back, and will not want to take back what I happen to do tonight.

The sound of the pulse continues in the background, the line getting even more straightened out, less jagged and hooked. Another image flashes across the screen for only a second, showcasing a bloodied Predator being thrown face first into the mesh wiring of the Weapon's Lair wall. Her body, covered in blood, bounces off and collapses to the ground below. That is all that can be seen before a bright light flickers across the screen and takes us to Bluhd Raige, who is resting on his knees, bent forward with his arms crossed over his chest. An open window above brings the only light down on top of him in this dimly lit chamber, looking strangely focused, more determined than ever before.

Bluhd: Rather they want to believe it or not, I am a God, and I'll prove it without a shadow of a doubt inside of that satanic structure, the Lair, a match tailored to a man like me.

Images of Orlando styles clashing Predator off one cage top and onto the other is shown, before transferring to an imagine of AWOL and Daemon Frost coming to blows over the gold, both men bloody wrecks. The pulse is shown once more, beating faintly now, the line becoming almost completely straight. An image of Silencer flashes once on the screen before the beat of the heart coincides with another image, this one displaying another body being thrown violently into the cell wall, lying a bloody mess on the mats as a result. Silencer is shown once again in a flash with the World title over his shoulder, before another flash and heart beat, shows him without the belt.

Silencer: I've been waiting for too long to get the man who robbed me of my title, in this type of structure. Nothing will keep me from my revenge, and my championship.

There is no more weak pulse, just a straight line and the sound of a buzzing, signifying that the heart has indeed stopped as images begin to flood the screen consisting of AWOL putting Andre Bates through the top of the cell, Orlando walking out with the World title a bloody wreck from the Lair, and 6 Pac being back dropped off the cell to the ground below and many other violent, black and white flashes of depraved, disturbing acts. The World title belt is now shown, Johnny Kingdom standing in the forefront of the camera with a black hue surrounding him, a straight forward, determined expression residing upon the Champion's features.

Johnny: You want to see me prove myself as the champion, well watch the Weapon's Lair, and watch as I hold onto this title, and watch as five challengers, walk away with nothing at all, but broken bodies and bloodied faces.

More images flood the screen of Stinger being driven down hard into a ladder, before shifting into a sequence involving AWOL giving an individual the Daisy Cutter on top of a cage. The pulse starts up again rather rapidly, featuring Orlando bleeding buckets, Daemon Frost howling in pain behind a wall of the same crimson substance, AWOL's ripped face, Predator lying on top of a cell ceiling with blood pouring in ounces from her body. The heart beat stops once more, the pulse displayed as a single line running horizontally across the screen as one last flash of imagry, showcases the Weapon's Lair in all of its imposing fury.


EXTINCTION: LIVE ON PAY-PER-VIEW


The crowd is screaming, everyone jumping up and down as fireworks explode from the rafters and the stage, spotlights dancing through the sea of humanity as the theme for the PPV, "Rapture" by Hurt, plays over the PA system, only increasing the pandemonium amongst the crazed fans. More fireworks shoot from the stage, which is built to resemble a decayed, destroyed street, large walls of broken and misshapen bricks residing on both sides of the entry way. Bones lye next to the broken walls, some of them with barbwire wrapped around the top of them.

Dan Douglas: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to ULW Extinction!

The fans act as goofy as possible as the camera pans over them, trying to capture a brief second of fame. The house lights come up to their normal setting while Rapture continues to play in the background. The camera shifts to both Dan Douglas and Tim May seated behind the announce table, both men staring up at the huge Weapon's Lair structure which ominously hangs above the ring.

Douglas: This is Dan Douglas, seated along side Tim May, for this very special pay-per-view experience tonight. There you see it, the Weapon's Lair, the most vile, deranged match ever created.

May: The devil's playground Dan, and 6 men tonight, will step foot inside of it to compete for the World Heavyweight title.

Dan: This may be the biggest Weapon's Lair match in history Tim, and one I'm looking forward to seeing. But also tonight, we've got the Xtreme title on the line as Derek Mitchell defends against Sarah Punche, and not to mention a four way ladder match for the Livewire title.

May: That should be an incredible match, but don't forget about the Mitchell's vs. Robin Brooks and Stacy Staxxx, although we're not sure on Stacy's condition, and to boot, the Syndicate tonight, will do battle with Too Magnificent and Chiripa.

Dan Douglas: A hell of a line up here tonight on Extinction. I simply can't wait to get this thing started.


TOO MAGNIFICENT/ CHRIPA VS. THE SYNDICATE


The arena grows silent as the lights go down. Lines begin to scream out through the arena.

It's time to draw the line
With your blood here sign
The world is yours today
It's time to choose your path
The snakes in the grass
The devils come out to play

"Devils Making Deals" by Judge D hits as red lights flash in the arena. The Syndicate of Jason Devlin and Derek Drake emerge at the entryway standing to the left and right of Michael Synclaire. Spotlights shine down on them as they all arrogantly raise up their arms in victory. The three men in suits walk towards the ring as the audience throws a chorus of boos. Synclaire remains at ringside as Drake slides into the ring. The much larger Devlin climbs up to the edge of the ring and steps over the top rope. Devlin gives an evil smile as he removes his suit jacket. Drake does the same and they hang them in their corner over the ring post. Drake stretches as Devlin stands back in the corner and the song dies down.

Tim: And we're kicking things off tonight with this huge tag team bout, pitting the Syndicate against Too Magnificent and Chiripa. We all saw what this stimmed from, when Too Magnificent made a challenge to Michael Synclaire to make his return for one last match.

Douglas: Yeah, but I don't think this is what Too Magnificent had in mind. He wanted a singles bout with Synclaire, but instead Michael brings out these two young athletes to do his dirty work for him. In fact, there's been a lot of speculation over why Synclaire, himself, is even back, and a lot of sources are telling me that it has something to do with Sheryl Gray, and some type of loan.

May: Well, not to detract from the match any further. These Syndicate guys are just impressive as hell from what I've seen of them, and Too Mag and Chiripa are just getting their legs under them as a team, so this should be an interesting battle to say the least.

Synclaire seems to be impatiently waiting the arrival of Too Mag Chiripa, strolling back and forth, debating what's going down tonight with the Syndicate members. The lights dim, and Mi Gente by Kumbia Kings hits the P.A. system. Chiripa comes walking out and the fans start shouting Chiripa. Chiripa smiles at the crowd and points at them. He runs down to the ring and rolls inside. Then he goes to the middle of the ring and he shows off his musles and pyro comes from the appron. Then he crouches and stares at the Syndicate members, all three men pointing and shouting verbal barbs at the Spanish sensation.

Douglas: And speaking of Chiripa, there he is, this veteran from Mexico, who really made a name for himself in the luchalibre circuit, has now made his way to ULW to help Too Magnificent possibly obtain a victory here tonight.

Tim: Well, I hardly think it was to help him win on this night, Too Magnificent just needed some back up against these corporate goons to keep himself from being thrown through a car windshield every week, or having his Golden Ballroom segment stolen from him.

Douglas: A lot if unknown about Chiripa, but there is no doubting that this man possibly has oddles of talent.

May: Oodles?

Douglas: Shut up.

The Most Sadistic by Necro blares over the PA system to a huge reaction from the fans, the crowd surprisingly standing up and putting their hands together at the sight of none other than Too Magnificent strolling through the curtains, the Magnificent belt wrapped around his waist. He has both of his arms extended out to his sides and a very pumped up expression upon his face, golden pyros falling from the heavens above, showering the ULW veteran, the former Livewire Champion. Too Mag extends his arms out to his sides and begins to spin in circles, all the while Chiripa shouting at the Syndicate, who are trying to bait him into a fight, but are surprisingly being restrained by official Ingelson. Too Magnificent reaches the end of the ramp and then jumps onto the apron, glaring straight over the ropes at Derek Drake, Jason Devlin, but mostly Michael Synclaire, who is wearing a rather sadistic grin upon his face.

May: Man, you can really feel the tension in the air between Too Magnificent and Michael Synclaire, that's whom this entire feud started between really, this is where this entire situation developed, between these two former High Rollers, and former tag team champions.

Douglas: Who would have ever thought that this situation between Too Magnificent and Synclaire, would lead us here, to the opening match of Extinction, where these guys will do battle in what could be an epic tag team encounter.

Too Magnificent rises onto the apron and slides through the ropes, removing his Magnificent belt and holding it up for all to see why the referee restrains him from the Syndicate memmber. Jason Devlin is throwing shadow punches in Too Magnificent's direction and laughing in the process while Synclaire demands that he get himself centered. Too Magnificent spins around to face Chiripa, talking over a gameplan. The bell sounds and immediately Drake steps up behind Too Magnificent and gives him a double axe handle to his upper back. Too Magnificent quickly spins around and receives a right hand from a determined angry Drake who then gives him a kick to the gut. He grabs him by the hair and begins to throw vicious right hands into his forehead.

Tim: Look at this, Derek Drake getting this thing started quickly, maybe he wants to end it fast, and capitalize on the damage that has already been done upon the body of Too Magnificent, at their very own hands.

Dan: Somehow I don't think that's going to happen. Too Magnificent and Chiripa are all fired up over this match to be taken out earlier by Derek Drake and Jason Devlin.

Jason Devlin looks ecstatic in his corner as Drake lifts his elbow into the air and brings it down across the forehead of Too Mag, nearly taking him down to the canvas as the former Livewire Champion backs into the ropes. Drake gives him another sharp kick to the stomach then grabs him by the wrist and attempts to whip him across the ropes. However Too Magnificent reverses it, using brute strength in the process, throwing Drake across the ring instead. As he rushes back in Too Magnificent hits him with a vicious clothesline right across the throat. The blow takes Drake down to the canvas hard before the Syndicate member sits up clutching his jugular with a shocked expression on his face. The crowd cheers the force of the blow before Too Magnificent steps in and begins to stomp Drake to the back of the head repeatedly, showing some more of his raw strength. Drake's face is cringing in pain as Too Magnificent grabs him by the hair and rolls him onto his knees then pulls him to his feet. He throws an absolutely vicious knife edge chop across his chest that causes everyone in the arena to unleash a woo. Derek begins to back up trying to cover his chest but receiving yet another vile chop from Too Mag, this one even worse than the last.

Dan: Look at this powerhouse Too Magnificent just unload on Drake. Too Magnificent just get more and more impressive each time I see him, really working showing some more of his patented, raw intensity.

Drake backs spine first into the turnbuckle when Too Magnificent hits him with another knife edge chop, a large red streak left across his chest. Drake tries to cover his chest with both his arms as Too Magnificent steps backwards listening to the crowd's tremendous reaction. He begins to step in when Drake moves forward and pokes his opponent in the eye. Too Magnificent covers his face in pain, beginning to stumble backwards as Drake quickly moves across the ring and tags in Devlin, the bigger of the two. He steps over the ropes, moving as fast as he can to capitalize on this moment of weakness for Too Magnificent, Synclaire shouting instructions at him from outside of the ring. Before Too Magnificent has a chance to respond Devlin rushes across the ring and hits him with an absolutely vicious clothesline, Jason roaring as he does so. The big man falls to his knees after the collision which sends Too Magnificent down to the canvas hard. Drake has moved back into his corner as Devlin rises to his feet and steps towards Magnificent, jumping high into the air and coming down with a big leg drop right across his throat. Too Magnificent's legs kick into the air from the weight coming down across his head. He then sits up with a dazed expression on his face as Devlin rises to his feet and grabs him by the hair, pulling him to a standing base and grabbing him by the wrist. He whips him towards the turnbuckle hard. Too Magnificent charges into it stomach and chest first with a rough impact before Devlin charges in unleashing another roar. Too Magnificent quickly steps out of the way, causing the big man to collide with the turnbuckle then begin stumbling backwards. Too Magnificent quickly wraps his arms around the waist of Devlin from behind and drops back, throwing the large Syndicate member across the ring, crashing across his shoulders and the back of his neck with a massive German suplex.

Dan: A huge German by Too Magnificent in this fast paced heated match.

Tim: I don't know what's up with the Syndicate tonight, Too Magnificent just seem to be beating them to the punch.

Too Magnificent makes his way to his corner, tagging in his partner Chiripa who immediately begins to scale the turnbuckle. The fans start to go crazy, everyone getting to their feet at the sight of this as Chiripa reaches the top rope, Jason getting up in the center of the ring appearing very upset. Chiripa suddenly flies through the air and connects with a hard flying front dropkick to the face of Jason, the crowd groaning the impact, taking the Devlin down to the canvas while Chiripa lands on his backside, the fans erupting all around him. Chiripa climbs on top of Devlin, hooking his leg as the referee slides in and begins to make the count.

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Devlin presses Chiripa into the air off of him. Chiripa lands on his hands and knees then rises to his feet quickly as Devlin rolls onto his elbows. He begins to throw right hands into the face of Devlin before grabbing him around the shoulder and pulling him to his feet, then grabbing his wrist and backing him into the ropes, trying to utilize all the strength in his body for the impending Irish whip. He begins to whip him across the ring when Devlin turns and places the breaks on it, pulling Chiripa into a front waist lock then lifting him into the air and turning as he brings him down to the canvas with a brutal belly to belly suplex with all of Devlin's weight crashing down on top of the Spanish Sensation. He hooks his leg quickly.

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Chiripa shoots his shoulder up off the canvas quickly, infuriating Devlin who rises to his feet, wrapping his hands around the head of Chiripa and pulling him up with him. He stands Chiripa then buries his shoulder into his gut and rushes her backwards into the turnbuckle violently. Chiripa yells in pain due to the collision with the turnbuckle as Devlin stands up and smacks him in the side of the face before yelling at him in anger.

Tim: Yeah, you show him who's boss Jason. By the way, Synclaire approved it, I'm now on a first name basis with them.

Dan: Nothing worst than getting trash talked to you while getting beat on as well.

Chiripa suddenly throws a right hand into the face of Devlin, followed by another that shocks the big man, knocking him backwards with each blow. Chiripa has an angry expression on his face as he hits Devlin with another right hand when Jason launches a knee into his mid-section. Chiripa bends forward holding his ribs when Devlin rushes across the ring, backing into the ropes which launch him back at Chiripa at an accelerated speed. Suddenly Chiripa springs high into the air and delivers a picture perfect dropkick right to the face of Devlin, both competitors collapsing to the canvas. Drake places his hands in his hair looking upset as Devlin rolls onto his hands and knees, beginning to push himself up with a dazed expression on his face. Chiripa steps in and stomps him to the forehead repeatedly. Devlin refuses to go down though, rising to his feet and bending forward before Chiripa steps back then rushes in and jumps into the air. He wraps his arms around the neck of Devlin as he flips over him, delivering a swinging neckbreaker out of this position that causes the fans to go crazy once again. Chiripa quickly rises to his feet and steps towards Too Magnificent, tagging him back in. Too Magnificent steps over the ropes as Jason once again rises to his feet holding the back of his neck and appearing a bit surprised. He turns around to face Too Magnificent who throws a thunderous right hand into his chin, followed by another. The shots nearly take Devlin off of his feet repeatedly before Too Magnificent places him in a front face lock and grabs him by the back of the tights. Devlin is unable to stop being pulled up and over into a hard snap suplex by Too Magnificent who gets back to a vertical base quickly, all fired up with the fans throwing their support behind him. Devlin will not stay down though, rolling right back onto his hands and knees then beginning to stand up as well. Too Magnificent gives him a hard kick to the gut then grabs him by the wrist, pulling him into his shoulders and attempting to lock in the torture rack.

Dan: Oh my God, Too Magnificent is going for a Torture Rack!

Too Magnificent gets Devlin positioned on his shoulders before he slides off and lands on his feet behind his back. Too Mag spins around in shock before Devlin goes for a clothesline only for Too Magnificent to step under it. He gets behind Devlin and buries his shoulder into his spine before lifting him into the air and hitting a huge backdrop suplex. Devlin gets onto his side holding his back before Too Magnificent grabs him by the hair and pulls him up onto his feet, the big man lumbering a long. As he stands up Too Mag grabs him by the wrist and attempts to whip him across the ring. Devlin buries both of his feet into the canvas, refusing to be moved as Too Mag's eyes fill with astonishment. He once again attempts to throw him across the ring but Devlin refuses to be moved. Jason shakes his head and then pulls him forward, bending down and grabbing him by the legs, lifting Too Magnificent into the air and keeping him there when Drake suddenly flies off the top rope and connects with a front dropkick right to his face. Devlin allows Too Magnificent to drop down to the canvas across his back as he covers his face in tremendous pain. Drake rolls across the ring and under the ropes, rising to his feet on the apron before begging for a tag. Jason approaches his corner and tags in Drake as Chiripa shouts for his tag team partner to get up, Michael Synclaire celebrating the team move by his associates on the outside of the ring. Too Magnificent rolls onto his hands and knees before beginning to push himself up at his partner's behest. He turns around when Devlin steps in and kicks him to the gut, placing him in a front facelock. He surprisingly utilizes brute strength to lift his larger opponent into the air for a suplex as Drake stands behind him. Devlin allows Too Magnificent to drop over his back as Drake catches him on top of his shoulder and drops down to his knees, hitting a hellacious backbreaker type maneuver. Tim: Another tremendous tag team move by the Syndicate, a suplex into a train wreck backbreaker. They are just taking it to Too Magnificent now.

Too Magnificent drops down across his chest and stomach holding his back and yelling in pain at the top of his lungs. Derek grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him over onto his back before hooking his leg, the crowd booing as loud as they can.

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Too Magnificent shoots his shoulder off of the canvas at the last second as Drake rises onto his knees appearing very upset over this as he begins to shake his head. Michael Synclaire slaps his hand on the apron and shouts at the official, telling him to stop making such slow counts. Derek pushes Too Magnificent back over onto his chest and stomach then places his knee into his spine, interlocking his hands around the chin of his opponent. Too Magnificent begins to yell in pain in this chin lock variation, the knee being driven hard into his back.

Tim: The Syndicate seems to be targeting the back of Too Magnificent now, a well placed strategic move.

Dan: Too Mag's back has to be killing him after taking that train wreck from Jason Devlin.

Too Magnificent yells in great pain as Drake places his fingers on the insides of his mouth pulling it apart, fish hooking his flesh. Chiripa begs his partner to fight through the pain as Too Magnificent begins to try and overcome the odds. He starts pushing himself upwards as the crowd really gets behind him, everyone standing up and clapping. Drake refuses to believe what he's seeing, taking his knee away from his opponent's back but keeping the chin lock applied. Too Magnificent absolutely refuses to submit, reaching his feet when Drake steps in and wraps his arms around his neck, placing him in a textbook sleeper hold now. Too Magnificent tries to fight through this different submission hold as the crowd is still cheering him on. He suddenly bends forward, sliding under the arm of Drake and dropping down, grabbing him by the back of the pants, pulling him backwards into a school boy pin.

Dan: An excellent counter, this might be the conclusion ladies and gentlemen!

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Drake kicks out quickly, rolling onto his hands and knees then rising to his feet at the same time as Too Magnificent. He attempts to throw a right hand but Too Magnificent wraps his arm around the neck of Drake and falls backwards, pulling him down face first to the canvas with a downward spiral. Drake slams into the canvas then rolls onto his back as Too Magnificent rises to his feet clutching his lower back before stepping towards Chiripa and smacking his hand, tagging him into the match. Chiripa slides through the ropes quickly and rushes at Drake who is still down, trying to make use of this momentary weakness. He reaches down grabbing the hair of Drake who suddenly reaches up and obtains a grasp upon the back of Chiripa's head, pulling him down into a school boy. The referee drops to the canvas and makes the count once more.

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Chiripa kicks out almost effortlessly much to the pleasure of the crowd. Drake and Chiripa rise to their feet quickly as the member of the Syndicate, drives a right hand into the gut of Chiripa, causing him to bend forward. He quickly double underhooks both of his arms, going for a double DDT as the crowd begins to boo. Suddenly Chiripa stands up, backdropping him over the ropes and to the outside of the ring to a huge reaction, the fans stunned by the strength of this small, nimble Mexican sensation. Devlin looks incredibly concerned, grabbing a hold of his hair as Drake smacks the mats hard, sitting up and shouting at the top of his lungs. He grabs his lower back as Jason drops off the apron and steps to his side, still appearing worried for his partner. Devlin assists Drake to his feet. Chiripa suddenly rushes across the ring and jumps over the top rope, everyone jumping to their feet as he comes down on top of the Syndicate with a huge sommersalt pancha. All three wrestlers go down to the mats hard, Synclaire shaking his head in disbelief.

Dan: Chiripa just took out both members of the Syndicate with that high risk manuever!

Tim: I can't believe how acrobatic this young man is.

Douglas: Well he does come from a luchadore background, notorious for their highly flying, aerial attacks.

All three of them lye on the mats for a few moments, trying to collect themselves before Chiripa rolls onto his hands and knees, standing up a bit dazed by his own maneuver. He grabs Drake around the neck and pulls him to his feet, rolling him into the ring under the ropes while the Syndicate member continues to clutch his lower back. Devlin slowly starts to get to his feet, using the barricade for support. Chiripa slides into the ring, pushing Drake over onto his back and hooking his leg.

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Drake kicks out yet again as Chiripa rises to his feet quickly, refusing to let that effect him. He drags Drake up as fast as he can before grabbing him by the wrist and kicking him to the shin several times. Derek expresses his pain through several grunts before Chiripa whips him in the direction of the ropes. Drake turns and reverse it though, instead sending Chiripa into the ropes, the new arrival charging at them and then jumping into the air. He lands feet first on the middle rope and moonsaults over backwards in the direction of Derek, who ducks under the attempt, avoiding the move. Chiripa lands on his feet in front of Drake as a result, who stands up and charges in, sliding around behind the back of the masked star, wrapping his arms around his waist and then lifting him up into the air for a back drop suplex. Chiripa floats over and in the process, buries his knees into the lower back of Drake, wrapping his hands around his jaw as well, pulling him down into a double knee backbreaker to a huge reaction from the sold out crowd.

Dan: Chiripa also targeting the back of Drake now. Both of these teams have a vast knowledge of submission wrestling.

Tim: That they do and I have to admit that was quite a creative backbreaker by Chiripa.

Drake holds onto his lower back in a great deal of pain before Chiripa grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet. He lifts him into the air for what appears to be a sideslam but instead drops him once again spine first across her knee, targeting that same injured area. Drake falls onto his hands and knees before reaching for his lower back once more. Chiripa pushes him over and hooks his leg, going for yet another pin fall.

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Drake kicks out this time with force, getting onto his side and breathing deeply. He begins to rise to his feet stepping away from Chiripa and moving towards one of the turnbuckles. Chiripa clubs him over the spine, then does it once again, knocking him forward. Drake turns and places his back to the turnbuckle, his arms falling over the ropes and keeping himself standing. Chiripa pulls his hand back and chops Drake across the chest, making him let out a roar of pain and kick his legs into the air. The crowd unleashes a woo before immediately erupting into cheers as Chiripa climbs onto the second rope and lifts his fist high into the air. He now begins to throw right hands down into the forehead of Drake repeatedly, the entire arena going crazy and counting a long, even Too Magnificent. 1.....2......3......4......5.....6.....7....8....9....10! Drake somehow remains standing in the turnbuckle as Chiripa drops down onto his feet and begins to back away grinning. He now bends forward and charges in for a spear when Drake steps out of the way, causing him to slide in between the ropes and ram himself shoulder first into the exposed turnbuckle. The fans groan as they hear the force of the collision, Drake leaning on the ropes and trying to get his head straight.

Dan: What an impact shoulder first into that exposed turnbuckle. That is not going to vote well for this Too Magnificent, Chiripa tag team.

Tim: Very true, and it's also not good that this is their first official tag team match together, the Syndicate seems to be a very experienced tag team however.

Chiripa begins to step away from the turnbuckle holding his shoulder when he turns to face Drake who grabs his arm and places it across his chest, dropping backwards and pulling Chiripa down with him into a hard arm breaker. Chiripa pops right back up onto his knees grabbing his arm and grinding his teeth in pain as Drake stands up and grabs him by the wrist of his injured arm. He extends it outward then turns it sharply and violently, dragging it down and slamming it across the canvas with an arm whip type maneuver. Chiripa once again yells in pain, rising to his feet and grabbing a hold of his arm as he attempts to step away from Drake who doesn't let him get far. Drake grabs Chiripa by the arm and extends it out to his side once again, twisting it around as he steps under it, placing Chiripa in a standing arm ringer as he shouts in pain. Drake begins to repeatedly throw clubbing blows into the back of his shoulder while keeping him in the arm ringer, attempting to do as much damage as he can to Chiripa's injured arm.

Tim: Drake is like a shark that smells blood, he's pinpointed the weakened arm of Chiripa and now he's not going to release it come hell or high water.

Drake begins to become angry, throwing more and more clubbing blows into the shoulder of Chiripa. He finally folds up the arm of Chiripa and places him in a hammerlock before bending his opponent forward and rushing him across the ring. The crowd acts disgusted as Drake throws him through the ropes shoulder first into the exposed turnbuckle once again. Chiripa once again shouts in pain, stepping backwards and grabbing his shoulder, he drops to his knees writhing in agony. Derek moves towards the ropes favoring his lower back as he looks to the outside at Synclaire, who is demanding that he get his ass back in there and handle this thing, to inflict further damage on Chiripa's arm. Derek nods his head, understanding the wishes of his associate. Drake finally turns around and steps back towards Chiripa who has suddenly risen to his feet and now steps forward jumping into the air and connecting with a sensational spinning heel kick. The blow sends Drake flying backwards, crashing across the back of his head as Chiripa lands on the canvas across his spine continuing to hold his arm.

Dan: A spinning heel kick by Chiripa, he really needs to make a tag here, that arm has thus far been dissected by Derek Drake.

Chiripa pushes himself up onto his knees still favoring his shoulder badly but beginning to move towards his corner, Too Magnificent leaning over the rope and holding his hand out, desperate for a tag. Suddenly Drake reaches out and grabs him by the ankle, keeping him from moving any further. Drake still appears to be reeling from that spinning heel kick yet works his way to his feet and begins to drag Chiripa back towards the enemy corner. There Drake wraps his legs around Chiripa's and drops down to the canvas in order to hold him in position, reaching up and tagging in Jason Devlin who steps over the ropes with a sadistic grin on his face. He moves to the side of Chiripa who is still trying to scoot across his back to his teammate then drops an elbow down right into his chest. Drake releases his leg and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, getting to his feet slowly on the apron. Jason pushes Chiripa over and onto his stomach before grabbing his injured arm and stretching it out over the canvas. He now jumps high into the air and comes down with a leg drop across it. Chiripa begins to yell at the top of his lungs once again, his arm badly banged up. Devlin sits Chiripa up and grabs his arm though, giving him no time to rest, placing it a hammerlock while standing in front of him and bending down over his shoulder. Chiripa shakes his head, refusing to tap out to Devlin who drops down to one knee. Devlin becomes angry that his opponent refuses to tap out, standing up quickly while pulling his arm out and twisting it, placing him in an arm lock now instead. Devlin begins to drive his elbow down into Chiripa's shoulder repeatedly in anger, trying to get him to tap out in a furious fashion, all fired up. He suddenly releases the arm of Chiripa and charges across the ring, driving his elbow into the face of Too Magnificent, nearly taking him off the apron. He holds onto the rope, keeping himself from tumbling to the outside before entering the ring. Devlin stands back and urges him to come after him before the referee steps into Too Magnificent's face, pushing him backwards and demanding he exit the ring. Drake quickly slides through the ropes to the inside as he and Devlin lay boots into Chiripa's chest repeatedly, causing him to kick his legs into the air and try to roll from side to side in order to escape them. Synclaire is clapping his hands and laughing diabolically on the outside of the ring throughout the process.

Dan: Look at this damn double team by the Syndicate.

Tim May: Jason Devlin baited Too Magnificent into the ring perfectly in order to distract the official.

Too Magnificent sees the cheating going on behind the referee, trying to get him out of the way but continuing to be held back before Devlin raises his hands into the air and smacks them together in order to mimic the sound of a tag, exiting the ring shortly there after. Too Magnificent finally steps back into his corner as Drake drops down to the canvas folding Chiripa's arm over and then placing his leg over top of it, locking in a short arm scissors type hold. Chiripa yells in pain once more, trying his best to pull his arm free yet Drake refuses to release him. Chiripa suddenly uses all of his strength to roll backwards onto his feet, getting out of the arm scissors then jumping forward and connecting with a vicious front dropkick right into the face of a shocked Drake.

Dan: What a counter by Chiripa!

Tim: How the hell did he just do that!?! I thought his arm was too badly damaged.

Chiripa lays across his back gripping his injured arm in pain while Drake is spread across the canvas as well, shaking off the effects of the brutal dropkick. The fans are on their feet cheering as loud as they can while Too Magnificent tries to motivate his partner to get up and make a tag. Chiripa rolls into the ropes, reaching out and grabbing the middle one, pulling himself up slowly. Derek Drake has rolled onto his hands and knees still looking dazed from that well placed front dropkick. Chiripa finally gets all the way to his feet, looking to be in a great deal of pain before turning his eyes towards her corner where Too Magnificent is leaning over the ropes with his arm extended out as far as it will go. Chiripa holds his arm across her chest as he stumbles towards his corner greatly fatigued. He gets within inches of Too Mag, reaching out to tag him in when Drake grabs Chiripa by the back of the tights and pulls him backwards, grabbing him injured arm and placing it in a hammerlock behind his back. Too Magnificent looks furious while Drake buries his shoulder into the back of Chiripa and lifts him into the air while still holding him in the hammerlock then hitting a perfect backdrop suplex that slams him down on top of his arm. The crowd begins to boo as loud as they can at the sight of this while Drake crawls on top of Chiripa and hooks his leg.

Tim: This is it Dan!

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Chiripa shoots his shoulder off the canvas at the last second, continuing to favor his badly damaged arm. Drake and Devlin are both shocked and disgusted as the Syndicate member grabs the arm of Chiripa and stretches it over the canvas before jumping into the air and coming down knee first into it. Chiripa roars in pain, reaching for his arm before Drake jumps into the air and comes down knee first into it once more. Chiripa finally pulls his arm back, rolling onto his stomach and clutching it in pain. Drake stomps him to the back of the head then grabs that same arm, dropping to the canvas and locking in a Fujiwara arm bar. Chiripa shakes his head, dealing with the horrific trauma flowing through his body while the crowd watches on closely, hoping he finds the strength to continue and doesn't submit. They in turn begin a Chiripa chant, Devlin covering his ears, refusing to hear it as Synclaire does the same. Michael rushes back and forth in front of the crowd, demanding that they shut up, motioning with his arms for them to be quiet.

Dan: The crowd getting behind Chiripa, they know he's got to be in a lot of pain after everything that has been done to his arm.

Tim: He's done for, there's no way he's going to get out of this picture perfect Fujiwara armbar applied by Drake.

Drake shouts for him to submit as Too Magnificent demands Chiripa continue to fight through the pain. Chiripa's eyes focus upon the ropes, pushing himself up and beginning to drag himself towards them slowly. Sweat streams down his masked face while he moves incredibly slowly towards the ropes, everyone in the arena watching closely. Drake is in disbelief that Too Mag's partner has yet to submit, the young superstar dragging the angry Drake across the ring, closer and closer to the ropes.

Dan: Can he make it, can Chiripa get to those ropes?

Tim: It's impossible!

The crowd is on it's feet watching closely as Chiripa gets within arms length of the ropes, reaching out for the bottom one with all of his strength, determination and will power. Suddenly Drake breaks the hold and stands up, grabbing a hold of the injured arm. He pulls Chiripa up slowly who appears shocked, once again placing his in a hammerlock and burying his shoulder into her spine. He lifts Chiripa into the air for the back drop suplex onto his arm when Chiripa floats over, landing on his feet behind him. Drake spins around in shock when Chiripa steps forward and clotheslines him down to the canvas hard, he then looks towards the ropes and charges at them. The crowd goes nuts as he springs onto the second rope still favoring his arm and flips backwards, hitting an asai moonsault across the ribs of Drake who begins to go into convulsions.

Dan: The asai moonsault by Chiripa!!

Tim: I don't know how smart that was, he should have made the tag.

Dan: It doesn't matter because it all could be over right here.

Chiripa rises onto his knees holding her arm in pain then dropping down on top of Drake hooking his leg.

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Devlin reaches under the ropes and drags Chiripa off of Drake at the last second, pulling him to the outside of the ring. Chiripa lands on his feet on the outside of the ring before Devlin steps forward and connects with an absolutely brutal clothesline, the blow sending Chiripa into a corkscrew. He crashes across his back while the fans reply with shock and awe at the sight of this, Devlin looking angry while he stands on the mats gazing back and forth like an enraged beast. Suddenly Too Magnificent rushes across the apron and jumps off on top of the big man, taking him down to the mats with a Lou Thez Press. The entire arena rises to it's feet now as Too Magnificent begins to throw right hands into the face of Jason Devlin violently.

Dan: Too Magnificent has had enough, he's sick of being forced to watch as his tag team partner is picked apart by Devlin and Drake!

Devlin appears shocked, his legs kicking as Too Magnificent viciously throws more rights into his forehead. Drake begins to get to his feet on the inside of the ring, looking extremely dazed before Too Magnificent slides in under the ropes. Drake spins around slowly looking out of it while on the outside of the ring, Synclaire has dragged Chiripa to his feet, folding his arm around behind his back and then charging him straight at the turnbuckle. He throws him shoulder first into the exposed post, the crowd booing as loud as they can as a result, Chiripa collapsing onto the mats ans grabbing his arm, shouting at the top of his lungs in absolute horror. Inside of the ring, Too Magnificent connects with a straight kick to the gut of Drake, placing him in as front facelock immediately, setting up for what appears to be the Midas Touch. He elevates him up into the air and drops back, slamming the head of Derek straight into the canvas with the neck drop suplex, his finishing move the Midas Touch. Drake slams into the canvas head first and then rolls over onto his back, appearing to be completely out cold while Too Magnificent rises to his knees and stands up rather quickly. Jason slides into the ring now, standing up straight and rushing at the all fired up Too Magnificent, who gets his boot up. Devlin ducks under it and rushes into the opposite ropes, bouncing off of them and then coming back at Too Magnificent who turns around and suddenly catches him across his chest, swinging around into a vicious spinning powerslam, driving the body of Devlin into the canvas to a huge reaction. Synclaire stands on the outside of the ring, appearing absolutely stunned by what Too Magnificent is doing to his Syndicate members, slapping his hands on the apron and demanding that the Syndicate get their ass's up, right now. Drake begins to rise to his feet, crawling into one of the corners and utilizing the ropes in order to help in doing so as Too Magnificent, the illegal man turns around and spots him. He rushes in quickly only for Derek to get his foot up, straight into the jaw of Too Magnificent, rocking him, causing him to back away in pain before Drake pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle backwards, placing his feet on the middle rope. He jumps forward when Too Mag suddenly reaches out and catches him around the waist before dropping back into a huge belly to belly suplex, throwing the Syndicate member over his head and sending him flying into the canvas. He crashes across his back upon the ring, sitting up with a dazed expression upon his face and pain irradiating from his features and the fans going nuts in the sea of humanity.

Douglas: Too Magnificent is an absolute house of fire out here, he is taking it to both Syndicate members, being incredibly fresh in this contest.

May: This match, much as we would have predicted, has degenerated into utter madness.

A "Too Magnificent" chant starts as the big man rises to his feet, the former Livewire Champion still all fired up as Chiripa slides into the ring under the ropes, getting back to his feet as he grips his arm in tremendous pain after all it has gone through. He turns around to face Chiripa with Devlin and Drake standing up behind him. Chiripa charges at Too Mag who bends forward, placing his hands to the inner thighs of the new comer, throwing him over his head in the direction of the Syndicate. Devlin drops out of the way as Chiripa lands on the shoulders of Drake, turning and dropping back into a huge hurricarana, that throws the body of Derek over into a forward flip. He crashes onto his back, shouting in pain as he arches his spine from the canvas, Chiripa rising to his feet and still favoring his arm in the process. The crowd going nuts over the tag team move as Chiripa and Too Magnificent step towards Devlin, who has risen to a standing base, shaking his head from the extreme impacts that he's taken in this contest. Too Magnificent and Chiripa give him a double kick to the gut and then grab both of his wrists, whipping him across the ring, sending him charging into the ropes. Jason strikes the ropes and comes charging back in at Chiripa and Too Magnificent, both men bending forward in order to catch him with a double back drop. Jason stops just short of them though, kicking Too Magnificent to his face, causing him to stand up straight with a dazed expression on his face before Devlin steps towards Chiripa and places him in a front gantry. He elevates him up into the air for a suplex when Chiripa floats over, landing on his feet behind Devlin and then pushing him forward in the direction of Too Magnificent, who gets a boot up straight into his face, the crowd groaning the force of the shot. Devlin is knocked down to the canvas across his back as Too Mag steps to the side of Jason, motioning for Chiripa to charge in. He quickly rushes towards his partner and jumps into the air, landing on Too Magnificent's shoulders when the former Livewire Champion places his hands to the back of Chiripa's legs and pushes him over into a backwards, corkscrew moonsault straight on top of Jason Devlin. The crowd goes nuts at the sight of the incredible high flying move by Too Mag and Chiripa. Jason rolls onto his side, holding his ribs from the impact of the blow as Chiripa rises onto his knees, still gripping his arm in tremendous pain, Too Magnificent still feeding off the energy from the crowd when Derek Drake steps up behind him and grabs Too Mag by the shoulder, spinning him around. He throws a right only to have it blocked, Too Magnificent responding with a shot across the jaw of Drake himself, knocking him down to the canvas. He rolls onto his hands and knees, standing up before Too Magnificent scoops him up and turns, driving him down to the canvas, pointing at Chiripa, who is still clutching his shoulder as his eyes divert to the turnbuckle. Chiripa steps towards the ropes, sliding through them onto the apron and stepping in the direction of the turnbuckle, stepping up it as quickly as his body will allow. Synclaire is shaking his head, going nuts, running his hands over his head in shock over what he is seeing, unable to believe this as Jason begins to stand up behind Too Magnificent, favoring his ribs in the process. Chiripa is standing up straight on the turnbuckle, trying to get himself positioned when Devlin grabs Too Magnificent by the hair, spinning him around and grabbing him by the throat, the goozle, Jason lifts the body of the former Livewire Champion into the air for the chokeslam jbut then drops him back first across his knee with the back breaker. The fans groan at he sight of the Downsizer, Too Magnificent bouncing off of his knee and then dropping onto his side, reaching for his kidneys in ungodly pain.

Douglas: THE DOWNSIZER BY DEVLIN! This may be over, but Too Magnificent is not the legal man.

Tim: Then who is!?! I'm completely lost, swept up into this madness.

Chiripa looks down at the developing situation, turning towards Devlin, who istands up after hitting his big move, absolutely exhausted. He jumps off quickly, straight at Jason with a crossbody, but Jason catches him across his chest, blocking the attempt and throwing him up onto his shoulders, placing him in the torture rack to a huge reaction from the crowd, everyone booing as Derek steps to the side of his massive tag team partner. He grabs Chiripa around the neck as both he and Devlin jump into the air, coming down with a torture rack backbreaker, neckbreaker combination, the Hostile Takeover. Synclaire is going nuts on the outside, absolutely ecstatic over what he is seeing as Chiripa falls onto the canvas and lies on his back, motionless after the double impact.

Douglas: the Hostile Takeover! Devlin and Drake connected, they connected!

Tim: It's over, yes, it's got to be over, the Syndicate are going to walk out of this thing victoriously.

Drake crawls into the cover immediately, Ingelson looking to have trouble recalling who's the legal man but dropping down to make the count nevertheless.

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The entire arena explodes as Too Magnificent dives across the ring and drops an elbow to the back of Drake's head, breaking up the pin fall attempt. Everyone is jumping up and down, completely shocked that Chiripa was able to get out of this pinning predicament, thanks to Too Mag who saved him at the last possible second humanly imaginable. Synclaire is going mad on the outside of the ring, kicking the steel steps and throwing an overall fit, unable to believe that the Hostile Takeover wasn't enough to get them the win.

Douglas: TOO MAG SAVED HIS PARTNER!! This tag team contest is still going.

May: What an amazing tag team brawl to open up Extinction here tonight, neither of these duos holding a thing back.

Devlin grabs Too Magnificent by the hair and pulls him to his feet, the former Livewire Champion barely able to stand as he does so. Jason immediately grabs Too Mag by the throat, setting up for the Downsizer once again, signaling for it as Derek Drake begins to stand up in front of him, dragging Chiripa to a standing base, getting the Spanish sensation onto his knees. Devlin hoists Too Magnificent up into the air for the chokeslam onto his knees when he squirms free, sliding around out of his hand and landing on his feet behind his back. He pushes Jason forward suddenly, straight into Drake, both men's bodies colliding and causing them to stumble backwards. Too Magnificent rolls Devlin up from behind into the school boy while Drake is pulled down from behind by Chiripa, a double school boy pin.

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Both Devlin and Drake kick out, the two men dropping onto their hands and knees in exhausted states, absolutely full of sweat. Derek Drake rises to his feet as Chiripa does the same, backing into the ropes, as he does, Drake charges in with a huge head full of steam. Chiripa bends down and catches him against his shoulder, standing up straight and back dropping him over his head, yet Derek grabs the top rope, floating over onto the apron and landing upon it feet first. Chiripa steps to the center of the ring and then turns around in a circle before rushing in with a huge burst of speed, jumping forward into a spear, driving his shoulder directly into the gut of Drake. The spear knocks both men to the outside of the ring with a huge collision, Chiripa bouncing off of the mats and grabbing his shoulder as he wails in pain from the agony flowing through it, rolling onto his back in the process. Too Magnificent and Jason Devlin have come to blows in the center of the ring, with right hands into one another's faces when the former Livewire Champion steps forward with a forearm. Devlin ducks under the shot and spins around behind his back, getting his foot up into the gut of Too Magnificent, who turns around to face him. Devlin places him in a pumphandle position before lifting him up onto his shoulder for the Corporate Crush (Pumphandle into a Piledriver). He is setting up for the move when Too Magnificent slides off of his shoulder and lands behind his back, Devlin spinning around quickly and receiving a kick to his gut as well before Too Mag slaps on a front gantry and lifts him up into the air, the Midas Touch! The entire arena goes nuts as Devlin slams head first onto the canvas, popping up onto his knees and then dropping over sideways onto the canvas.

Douglas: The Midas Touch by Too Magnificent, Derek Drake has been taken out by Chiripa, therefore there may be no one here to help save Devlin from a pinfall.

Tim: But wait, Too Mag isn't going for a pinfall.

Too Magnificent stands up straight and points directly at the turnbuckle, glaring down at Devlin, who has rolled onto his back, in perfect position for the Arrogance is Bliss (Top Rope Leg Drop). Too Magnificent steps over the body of Jason Devlin, stepping towards the corner and sliding through onto the apron, beginning to scale the turnbuckle as quickly as his battered body will allow. He is aching from head to toe as he begins to stand up straight on the top rope, his eyes centered upon the body of Devlin, who is still out of it after the Midas Touch, Chiripa and Derek Drake still lining the outside mats, both men ravaged with pain. Too Magnificent stands up straight with sweat beading down his frame on the top rope, pointing down at the body of Jason in the process, everyone standing up straight, putting their hands together, watching and waiting for the former Livewire Champion to hit one of his rare finishing moves. Referee Ingelson checks on Devlin for a moment when suddenly, Michael Synclaire strikes Too Mag to the upper back with his own Magnificent title belt, having snatched it from the ring announcer and jumped onto the turnbuckle behind his rival. The shot knocks Too Magnificent into a forward flip as he crashes onto the canvas across his spine, the fans booing as loud as they can at the sight of what they just witnessed.

Douglas: Wait a minute, wait a damn minute, Michael Synclaire just struck Too Magnificent with his own title belt, that son of a bitch, that son of a bitch!

Tim: He caught Too Mag completely off guard with that one.

Too Magnificent is spread across the mats, looking out of it after that shot from his title belt when Jason Devlin crawls towards him suddenly, sweat beading from his massive frame. He places his arm over the chest of Too Mag, the official still showing his confusion before he just drops and makes the count.

Douglas: Oh come on, not this way, not this way!!

The ref's hand slaps the canvas quickly.

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The entire arena erupts into boos at the sight of what just happened, the Syndicate screwing over Too Magnificent and Chiripa in this tag team contest, Synclaire helping to shaft his rivals out of the victory.

May: The Syndicate have done it, they've done it!

Douglas: This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous, absolute bullshit!

Devlin rolls across the canvas rather quickly, spilling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. He lands on his feet and staggers towards Synclaire, falling into him for support, his arm collapsing over the shoulders of Michael who tries to prop him up as he continues to hold the Magnificent title belt. Drake uses the barricade to stand up as he stumbles towards Synclaire as well, falling into his other side, Michael holding up both of his Syndicate members, who just endured an absolute physical war. Too Magnificent sits up on the canvas, full of sweat and appearing furious, steam almost shooting from his nostrils and ears at the sight of the Syndicate, all three men backing up the ramp with Synclaire still holding the Magnificent title belt, which he thrusts over the shoulder of Jason Devlin in the process. Devlin holds the belt up proudly, stealing it from Too Magnificent, who rises onto his knees, seething in anger, Chiripa trying to stand up on the outside as he clutches his shoulder, glaring at the Syndicate with rage in his eyes as well.

Douglas: What a screw job, what a screw job by Synclaire, and to top it all off, he's actually giving Devlin, Too Mag's custom made title belt. This is bullshit in every way shape or form.

Tim: Bullshit, Devlin pinned Too Mag, he should own that belt then, theoretically, if it was a authentic ULW championship.

Dan: Come on, Synclaire struck Too Magnificent with his own gold when he was going for the Arrogance is Bliss, he and Chiripa were screwed dammit.


BACKSTAGE


The crowd has a loud reaction at the sight of none other than Simon "Silencer" Cagero's face in the forefront of the camera's frame. He has a very disgusted, disturbed expression residing on his twisted features, as if there is a crude smell to the air tonight. Tension radiates from his small, yet nimble, and tough frame, the former Champion breathing in an intense fashion as he stares into the lens with rage brooding within his eyes, not appearing himself tonight, not himself at all. The camera pans out to reveal Michelle Blacker, the more intelligent of the backstage correspondents sticking the microphone up to her lovely red lips.

Michelle: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Michelle Blacker, standing backstage with one another that ULW legend, and former World Heavyweight Champion, Simon "Silencer" Cagero.

Another loud reaction tears through the backstage area, absolutely everyone in the audience showing their respect for perhaps one of the greatest performers in ULW history. He soaks in their reaction, but his mind seems elsewhere; the wall behind them a big video screen with images of barbwire and cages racing through it, a constant reminder of the impending Weapon's Lair, which perhaps captivates the attention of Cagero.

Michelle: Silencer, tonight, you, as well as five other ULW athletes, put your bodies on the line in what is perhaps the most violent, deranged structure ever conceived, the Weapon's Lair. Six men walk in, only one leaves the World Heavyweight Champion. What do you think your chances are tonight inside of that Lair, and how will you combat the three man tandem of Kingdom, AWOL, and Hurse?

Silencer's eyes shift rather sharply to the face of Michelle, causing a lump to form in her skinny neck, feeling the intensity and frustration building within his frame.

Simon: You want to know how I'll combat Johnny Kingdom, the man who's constantly found ways to shaft me out of the title which belongs to me? How I'll combat AWOL, the person who I've met in two of the greatest matches in my ULW career, and then decided to take our little feud up a notch by taking a chair shot straight to my cranium? Or who I'll combat, Hurse, who.....well, I don't have a lot of issues with him, but the bottom line is, I'll handle them exactly how I've handled everyone in the past, how I've handled all my naysayer's, and people who've simply thought they were better than me. I'll plant their face to the canvas with the Break the Silence, connect my foot to their jaw with the Twisted Mind, or tonight, throw them face first into raw barbwire. Johnny Kingdom said it best, I'm one crazy mother fucker, who simply doesn't give a shit about the condition of my body.

Blacker nods her head, shuddering away slightly from the former World Champion, his body still seething, pure emotion captured in his narrow eyes. They turn from the young interviewer and lock upon the camera, the images of the cage still flowing upon the big screen behind them.

Silencer: But unlike all those occasions in the past, when I've pinned and humiliated the very same guys who looked down their noses at me, and dismissed me as a challenger, tonight, on this occasion, I have more motivation than ever before to make an example, to prove my opposition wrong. AWOL took a chair to my head and took away my title aspirations in the same stiff shot. Kingdom and I have been feuding with one another for over half a year, over six months, all over the title, ever since he took me from the top of the ladder and gave me the Exodus Finale at War of the Worlds. Bluhd Raige has constantly been throwing my name aside as if I simply don't matter, as if I'm irrelevant, Hurse doing pretty much the same. And CHB, well, come on, he's CHB for crying out loud, that's more motivation than needed to kick the living shit out of him. They've all ran their mouths, and now it's time for them to be silenced. I've been waiting a long time to get a fair crack at the title, without having to look over my shoulder for anyone to rush out and ruin my opportunities. Inside of the Lair though, there won't be anyone running from the back, because all the sons of bitches and ignorant assholes I have an issue with, shall all be trapped inside of the cage with little old me. Johnny won't be able to pull any of his trademark tricks when I'm bashing his face into the cage wall and taking away his pretty boy looks.

Silencer tilts his head, stepping closer to the camera, which zooms in upon his trembling features.

Silencer: Tonight boys, no more tricks, no more games, it's time to get serious, it's time for the Lair! And it's time for a new World Heavyweight Champion.

Silencer reaches out and smacks the camera almost, allowing his anger to get the better of him. The lens turns, directed downward at the concrete floor before it raises and turns back in the direction of a shocked Michelle Blacker. She steps forward and watches the furious, determined Silencer stroll down the corridor, a grin beginning to formulate across her features, as if enjoying the prospect of Cagero capturing the title later tonight.


WARREN BLAKE VS. SYKOTIC TENDENCIES VS. STEVE NEWMAN


The jumbotron displays the name 'Cougar'. 'The Duke Nukem Theme' plays, and the jumbotron shows footage from previos matches. Cougar walks out hand in hand with Vanessa, acknowledging his fans before opening the ropes to let Vanessa climb through, and then joining her in the ring.

Tim May: Welcome back to ringside ladies and gentlemen, for the impending triple threat match up for the number one contendership at the Submission title.

Douglas: This should be a good one, just like the main event tonight, as you can see that Silencer was all fired up for it.

May: I can't wait, but look at Vanes....I mean, Steve Newman, he's all fired up too.

Steve points to Vanessa on the outside, where she now stands, occupying the outside mats now. Point's Of Authority begins to play at Warren Blake appears from the curtains with his hood over his head. He adjusts his wristbands as the crowd let out a cheer for him as he strides on down to the ring. He slides under the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He slides the hood off of his head and raises one fist in the air then jumps off of the turnbuckle and limbers up and stretches with the aid of the ropes. He turns around and points at Steve , stepping towards him slightly, but then being restrained by the official, being held back by Chester Princeton, keeping him from getting his hands on before the bell can ring.

Dan: Well, we don't know much about this young man, who has just come into the ULW, apparently a friend of Isaac Saine.

Tim: Yes, and although he hasn't gotten his revenge yet, he promises to get his hands on the Empire for what they did to his friend Isaac two weeks ago on Annihilation, styles clashing him through a table off the turnbuckle when he had, what we understand was a severally bruised sternum.

Douglas: We know a little about his back story, let's see what he can do in the ring.

and Warren shout back and forth at one another, Vanessa pleading with the big man to keep his head straight when the words Sykotic are spelled out across the titontron, corresponding to some generic jobber like music playing over the PA system. Sykotic Tendencies comes out onto the entry way now, the massive figure shouting towards the heavens in an Ultimate Warrior like fashion before charging down the ramp with a huge burst of speed. Lights flicker all around him before he slides in under the ropes, rising to his feet and grabbing the top rope, beginning to rock his head several times, his hair flying in all different directions. He turns around and slips, falling on his ass as he steps across the ring, but rises immediately back to his feet, demanding that the fans not laugh at him. Warren and Steve watch on with confused expressions on their faces, taking their attention off of one another.

May: Oh God, it looks like the ULW lets anyone and everyone in here nowadays.

Douglas: Sykotic Tendencies, another newcomer to our federation, and he definitely doesn't appear to be one of our more stable minded ones.

The fans are on their feet as Warren Blake, Steve Newman, and Sykotic Tendencies all stare across at one another. The official makes his way around the ring, breifly checking the trio for illegal weapons. The bell rings as all three men begin to step towards one another, each opponent eyeing their opponents rather closely. Steve suddenly rushes at Warren as Sykotic Tendencies does the same. He throws a right hand into the side of Warren's face while Sykotic does the same to the other side of his head. He staggers backwards into the ropes, leaning on them as both men begin to hit him with rights and lefts to the respective sides of his head. Newman turns towards Sykotic Tendencies and then shoves him down to the canvas violently, pointing to himself and then in the direction of Blake. Warren steps out of the corner and grabs the arm of Steve suddenly, placing him in an arm lock, trying to force him down on his knees in order to get the submission locked in. Steve is fighting it though, trying to prevent from going down to the canvas even though he is locked in the arm submission. Sykotic Tendencies rolls backwards onto his feet and then rushes at Newman who reaches out with his free hand, grabbing the new comer by the throat with his one free hand. He is setting for the chokeslam when Sykotic Tendencies kicks him to the gut, allowing Blake to drag him down onto his knee, fully applying the arm lock. Sykotic steps around behind Steve now, reaching out and grabbing his leg, lifting it up into the air and trying to apply what appears to be the ankle lock, with Warren still holding onto the arm lock. Steve jumps forward, rolling across the canvas and rising to his feet, turning towards Sykotic Tendencies and Warren, rushing forward with a double clothesline. Both men duck under the lariats, reaching back and grabbing around his neck as they deliver a double reverse neckbreaker. 's head slams into the canvas and causes him to immediately sit up in the ring as Warren and Sykotic race one another to their feet. Sykotic Tendencies throws a lariat as Warren hooks his arm, reaching around his back with his legs and wrapping them around the other arm of the new comer. He pulls him down backwards into a crucix pin, before rolling to his side so that Sykotic Tendencies is slightly seated upon the canvas. Warren wraps his legs around the neck of Sykotic Tendencies now, placing him in a legs sleeper hold while grabbing his arm and placing it in the arm lock, applying a double submission hold on Sykotic Tendencies. Steve rolls over across the canvas onto his knees before rising all the way to his feet. He rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and then stepping back in as he jumps into the air, extending his knee outward and dropping it to the forehead of Blake, causing him to break the submission hold. rises to his feet as Sykotic gets onto his fist and knees, starting to rise to his feet. Steve Newman steps in and grabs his arm, stradling it before dropping forward, flipping Sykotic Tendencies over onto the canvas across his back. sits up, folding the arm of Sykotic Tendencies up, placing him in an arm scissors.

Dan Douglas: These three guys busting out some quick submission maneuvers, that is of course the object of this match, to get one of these moves applied and then force a tap out, which will earn them a shot at the Submission title.

Tim: These three trying their best to target a body part and wear it down, but thus far, the other opponent has been right there to break it up, and keep that tap out from occuring.

Newman is still trying to force the submission with the arm scissors, really locked it in. Sykotic Tendencies pushes himself up onto his shoulders and then rolls backwards onto his feet. He pulls his arms free and grabs the ankle of Steve in the process, trying to force him into the ankle lock once again as soon as he can. Blake stands up in front of Steve, who rolls forward, throwing Sykotic Tendencies into the direction of the man out for revenge. Warren grabs the arm of Sykotic Tendencies as he flies at him, forcing him into the fujiwara armbar. He drops him down to the canvas hooking the submission in with a great deal of strength as Steve rises to his feet and then steps towards his legs. He reaches down, grabbing the legs of Warren, lifting them up and placing them onto his shoulders. Blake leans over backwards still holding onto the fujiwara before he is forced to break it, Steve placing his legs in front of the arms of Warren. He jumps forward, hitting the Styles Clash, which slams Blake ribs first into the back of Sykotic Tendencies, the fans unable to contain their enthusasim over seeing the manuever. Both of his opponents roar in pain before Newman rolls sideways and over the upper shoulders and head of Sykotic Tendencies. Warren ends up on his back with his legs placed over the shoulders of Newman . He stands up, wrapping the legs of Blake around his own before dropping onto his posterior, applying a figure four leg lock. He reaches out with his arm now, grabbing the head of Sykotic Tendencies and holding it up off the canvas, twisting it at a vicious angle, getting two submissions locked in at once upon both of his opponents. The crowd goes nuts as Sykotic Tendencies and Warren both shout in pain, their bodies twisting from side to side as they try to get themselves out of the submissions. Blake begins to roll over sideways now though, reversing the figure four lock. is forced to break the submission on Sykotic Tendencies as he is rolled over onto his elbows, the submission being reversed by Blake. Sykotic Tendencies crawls across the canvas, grabbing 's arm, lifting it up and placing him in a fujiwara armbar. The fans begin to go nuts at the sight of Steve being locked in two submission manuevers now. He extends his arm outward, reaching for the ropes and then grabbing the bottom one, keeping from being forced to tap out to the double submission, but in the process being forced to utilize one of his three available rope breaks. Warren Blake and Sykotic Tendencies break their submissions, both men starting to stand up, already a bit tired from the duration of this technically intense title contendership match. Warren throws a right in the direction of Sykotic Tendencies, who catches him by the arm, hip tossing him over onto the canvas and then standing over him. He holds his arm in a textbook lock and then places it in a key lock, further putting torque upon it. Blake begins to push his way upwards, trying to get his feet beneath him as Sykotic holds the submission in tighter, turning it into a top wrist lock as Warren spins to face him. The fans are standing, enjoying this exchange between these two new arrivals. Warren begins to bend over backwards as Sykotic Tendencies gets the top wrist lock applied with even greater strength and enthusiasm. Blake is finally pushed all the way over backwards where his shoulders are placed to the canvas and Sykotic Tendencies has dropped down onto his knees in order to perfect the hold. Blake suddenly rolls backwards though, getting onto his feet and then rushing backwards into the ropes. He bounces off of them and then comes charging back in at Sykotic Tendencies who has risen to his feet, placing his hands to the chest and mid-section of Blake, gorrilla pressing him into the air. Warren floats over though, landing on his feet behind the back of Sykotic Tendencies and then placing him in a sleeper hold. Sykotic begins to flail his arms, finding himself in this textbook submission hold as he turns his body in the direction of who has dragged his way upwards by utilizing the ropes. Sykotic Tendencies charges in his direction, dragging Warren with him as steps away from the ropes, getting his foot up and straight into the face of Blake. Sykotic Tendencies dropped out of the way in the nick of time, causing Warren to take the blow and thus causing him to break the submission In the process he dives forward and grabs Steve by the back of the pants, rolling him over in reverse into a school boy pin before rising to his feet and trying to step through his legs in order to establish a sharpshooter. Steve pulls his legs free though, burying them to the gut of Sykotic Tendencies, shoving him off backwards. He crashes across his back and rolls over onto his knees, trying to reach his feet.

Douglas: Oh, what a crazy combination of counters there.

Tim: Nobody getting the decisive advantage still.

Warren lies on his back as turns and rushes backwards into the ropes, across from Sykotic Tendencies. He bounces off and then comes back in, throwing a lariat straight at his head. Sykotic Tendencies ducks under the attempted blow, getting around behind his back. He steps in and jumps into the air, wrapping his arms around the neck of Steve , placing him in a sleeper of his own now while wrapping his legs around his waist, applying a body scissors as well. Steve tries to fight him off, trying to get free of the submission being applied by the large opposition, who squeezes his arms tightly around his throat. Warren steps up behind Sykotic and Steve , reaching out and grabbing the newcomer by the back of his head. He pulls him off of the back of Steve and down into a reverse facebuster across the canvas, the edge-o-matic. Sykotic's head hits the canvas hard, causing him to roll over onto the canvas across his hands and knees, shouting in pain. Warren stands up immediately, stepping towards Steve who spins around and grabs him by the throat. The fans begin to cheer, realizing that the 7 foot 3 superstar is about to hit the chokeslam. Blake pulls his neck free sliding under the arm of Steve , folding it up and placing it across his back in a hammerlock. Warren now jumps into the air, lifting upwards with him before dragging him down to the canvas face first with the submission still locked in, turning it into a type of facebuster. Steve 's exposed shoulder also takes a good deal of the collision, which Warren seemed to be banking upon. He keeps a hold of the arm of Steve , keeping it in the hammerlock as he rises to his feet and delivers a quick elbow drop straight into his shoulder. He rises to his feet and jumps high into the air, delivering the knee drop to it as well, while it was still in the submission. The crowd erupts into a loud chorus of boos once again while Warren rises to his feet, wearing a smug expression upon his face, chuckling in fact over the damage he has thus far done to his opponent's arm. Sykotic steps up behind him suddenly, bending Blake forward and placing his arm in the hammerlock before rushing him at one of the turnbuckles. He throws him through the ropes and directly shoulder first into the exposed steel turnbuckle. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Sykotic grabs Blake by the back of the pants, dragging him in reverse while he is still in the hammerlock. He bends forward, burying his shoulder to the spine of the fellow new arrival and pinning his arm in the hammerlock still. He lifts him into the air as Steve stands up behind them. Blake flips backwards though, floating over the shoulder of Sykotic only to caught upside down by Steve . The crowd cannot help but to voice their shock as lifts Warren up onto his shoulder, Blake trying to squirm free as it appears that Steve is setting up for the F5. Sykotic spins around as Steve pushes Blake over onto a single shoulder and then rushes Warren like a javelin face first into Sykotic. The crowd goes nuts as both men hit heads, Sykotic being taken down to the canvas and Warren remaining on the shoulder of who steps to the center of the ring. He now pushes Blake off of his shoulder, flipping him around in mid air and grabbing him around the head, dragging him down into a quick and brutal DDT, the F5! rolls onto his knees, shaking his arm immediately afterwards and wearing a slight, devious grin upon his face after his actions. Sykotic has rolled over onto his hands and knees, crawling into the turnbuckle while pulling himself upwards slowly. He spins around, placing his back to the turnbuckle as Steve steps to the center of the ring and then rushes in at him, jumping into the air and connecting with a big splash. takes a few steps in reverse as Sykotic stumbles out of the corner with an incoherent expression upon his face. grins as he kicks him to the gut and places him in a front facelock, setting up for some type of huge suplex. Sykotic Tendencies suddenly pulls his head free and grabs the arm of Steve , dropping backwards into a shoulder breaker. Steve bounces off of the canvas rolling onto his side and gripping his shoulder in pain, obviously not enjoying the pain on this occasion. Sykotic rolls over and spots Warren Blake somehow beginning to rise to his feet after taking that devastating DDT, sparking him to approach the turnbuckle he was just big splashed in. He climbs up it backwards, getting onto the middle rope and waiting for Blake to stand all the way up, motioning him to do so in fact in a cocky fashion. Warren obliges, rising to his feet in a bent forward position when Sykotic jumps off the turnbuckle quickly, landing directly, testicles first onto the knee of Blake. Warren has countered with an atomic drop, rushing backwards into the ropes immediately and bouncing off of them. He comes charging back in and jumps into the air at the hunched forward Sykotic. He grabs him by the back of the head, connecting with a flip over neckbreaker. The crowd is once again unable to contain their ecstatic outburst, at the sight of Warren Blake getting in the offensive upon Sykotic. Warren maintains a grip upon the neck of Sykotic, rolling over onto his knees and placing him in a front facelock. He reaches out, grabbing both of Sykotic arms and then rolling backwards, pulling his fellow new arrival with him. Sykotic ends up seated upon the canvas with Warren seated at his side facing the other direction, holding him in a double chickenwing.

Douglas: The double chickenwing by Warren Blake, he may force Sykotic to tap out.

Tim: It's over, it's over, he's going to force him into submission right here, right now.

Warren continues to hold Sykotic in the submission while he shakes his head, sweat flying from his brow and chin. Blake keeps the hold applied with passion while Steve tries to stand up, stumbling around a bit. He is hunched forward as he steps towards Blake, still bent forward and gripping his shoulder. Warren places his feet to the canvas and then jumps into the air almost, reaching up with his legs and wrapping them around the throat of . The crowd is stunned to see him locking in a double chickenwing on Sykotic and a triangle choke on Steve. The fans have a very enthusiastic outburst at the sight of this incredible combination submission that Warren has gotten applied, stretching his body out in order to do so. Steve drops to his knees, the air being deprived to his head after some time now, starting to turn red. The official steps between Sykotic and asking both men if they wish to submit, only to receive a no from each gentlemen. Steve places his hands to the back of Warren's legs though and pushes them up into the air off of his neck. This causes Blake to flip over backwards and onto his feet, breaking both submission maneuvers. Sykotic looks incredibly relieved, rolling onto his hands and knees while Steve begins to stand up behind him. Blake rushes in reverse immediately into the ropes, bouncing off of them and then coming charging back in. He steps off of the back of Sykotic Tendencies with great agility and then flies through the air, grabbing the arm of and turning around into a tornado arm breaker. 's battered shoulder bounces off of the chest of Warren Blake, causing him to flop into the air and roll onto his side as he shakes it. Warren rolls backwards as Sykotic rises onto his hands and knees, rushing backwards into the opposite ropes now. He bounces off and comes charging back in when Sykotic stands up and rushes in, delivering a gore like spear, that causes Blake to flip over backwards, crashing onto his chest and stomach immediately after the collision. The fans are stunned by the viciousness of the spear, Sykotic rising onto his knees and then tapping his temple, indicating that he was buying his time. He scoots across his knees in the direction of Blake, bending down and grabbing him by the arm. Sykotic places it in a hammerlock and then sits his knee on top of it, holding it in the submission while reaching out and grabbing his leg. He lifts it up into a boston crab while keeping the hammerlock applied, the fans beginning to boo once again at the sight of this intense new comer, who shouts at the referee to ask Warren if he wishes to submit. Steve rises onto his knees, really gripping his shoulder, looking to be in a lot of trauma from that vicious arm breaker he just received. The official has dropped down, getting into the face of Warren, asking him rather he quits or not as Blake shouts no at the top of his lungs. Sykotic hears this, shaking his head as he stares at Steve really cradling his arm, quickly beginning to rethink his strategy. He breaks the double submission on Warren and now rushes at Steve , dropping down and grabbing him by his banged up arm. Sykotic pulls it up and kicks him to the back of the shoulder repeatedly, grinding his teeth from the great personal anguish. He now wraps his legs around the arm of , pushing him down across his chest and the side of his face, placing his damaged body part into a grapevine. Sykotic sits up on the canvas, staring at Steve and chuckling demonically to himself, as shouts in pain, trying to free his arm from the clutches of his opposition's legs. Sykotic shakes his head, continuing to chuckle while Warren steps in behind him and drops down, burying his knee to the spine of the fellow newcomer. Sykotic eyes fill with shock as both of his wrist are grabbed, being pulled backwards into a version of a surfboard lock. The crowd erupts at the sight of two submission holds once again being applied at tandem, Sykotic continuing to grip 's arm with the legs grapevine and Warren holding him in his own technical maneuver. Sykotic and are both shouting in pain now, the two trying to force their way free of the locks they are being held in. Sykotic is forced to break the arm grapevine as he tries to push his way upwards, Warren still holding onto both of his arms and pulling them in reverse. Steve rolls towards the ropes, placing his arm over the middle one and trying to pull himself to his feet with all of the strength left in his battered and bruised arm. Sykotic has risen to his feet, his arms still being pulled backwards yet beginning to turn. Warren bends forward and drags Sykotic backwards, hooking both of his arms and then standing up, holding Sykotic in position for the Vertibreaker. The crowd stands up in shock before Sykotic flips backwards out of the maneuver and onto his feet. He places his hands to the back of Blake and shoves him forward at Steve who kicks Warren straight to the gut and places him in a front facelock. Steve lifts Warren into the air and delivers the brainbuster. The fans erupt into a wave of shock and awe.

Douglas: A huge brainbuster by Steve , taking down none other than Warren Blake. My God, what a competitive triple threat contest this has been.

Billy: This, surprisingly has been one of the greatest displays of technical wrestling that I think I've ever witnessed.

The fans are still shocked by the brainbuster that just delivered with his battered arm and all. Warren Blake rolls from the ring and spills under the ropes to the outside. rises to his feet slowly as Sykotic bounces off of the ropes and then rushes forward with a great burst of speed. Steve turns and catches him under his arm, lifting Sykotic into the air and spinning around before delivering a huge sideslam, driving this back violently into the canvas. Sykotic rolls onto his shoulder, shouting in pain after the impact while reaching for his lower back. Steve stands up and delivers a quick elbow drop to the spine of Sykotic, causing him to flop up and down after the collision. rises to his feet and then rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them before rushing back at Sykotic, who rolls over onto his side suddenly. He reaches out and grabs Steve by the ankle before sliding over onto his other side once again, tripping the giant figure forward and then standing up, wrapping his arms around his ankle. The fans boo furiously at the sight of Sykotic locking in the ankle lock. Steve begins to shout in pain at the top of his lungs, even his mighty, and usually incapable of feeling pain, frame suffering the effects of the vicious, time tested submission. Sykotic twists and turns the ankle of , who shakes his head, continuing to shout and stare at the ropes, his only source of salvation, knowing that title gold looms in the distance. The official drops down, inquiring as to rather or not Steve would like to tap out, but he shouts no, refusing to give into the pain emanating from his ankle, which has to be absolutely severe. Steve tries to pull himself forward in the direction of the ropes, but his shoulder is in far to grand of pain in order to do so. Warren Blake slowly begins to pull himself up on the outside of the ring, still clutching his head after taking that vicious brainbuster by Steve, who is trying to find anyway possible out of the submission. Steve rolls onto his back and places his feet to the chest of Sykotic, shoving him backwards into the ropes and causing him to break his submission. He bounces off of the ropes and then comes charging back in when Steve gets his feet up into his chest and then monkey tosses him over onto the canvas. Sykotic crashes across his spine with vicious velocity, immediately causing him to sit up and shout in pain. Warren Blake pulls himself up onto the apron behind him, still shaking off the effects of the brainbuster while grabbing the top rope. He springs up over it and then flies forward into a flying forearm straight to the back of the seated Sykotic. The crowd is stunned by the sheer brutality of the impact, Sykotic's eyes opening widely as he tumbles to his side upon the canvas. Blake rolls over onto his hands and knees, rising to his feet slowly while Steve pulls himself up in one of the corners, favoring his arm and now his ankle. Warren spins around to face him before rushing in with a great deal of speed, bending forward for a spear when Steve steps out of the corner and places him in a front facelock. He is setting up for what appears to be the same branbuster once again, lifting Blake into the air only for him to flip over and land on his feet upon the second rope. He spins around as Steve does the same, sitting himself on the top rope. He throws a right hand into the side of 's face, causing him to stagger backwards before Warren reaches out and places him in a front facelock. He jumps off the turnbuckle now, turning around into a tornado DDT. pushes him off though, causing Blake to land feet first on the canvas a few inches in front of him. He now rushes forward and places in another front facelock, stepping up the ropes and going for the tornado DDT once again. He spins around when places his hands to his chest and stomach, elevating him over the ropes, pushing the newcomer over them. He grabs Blake around the neck and then delivers a diamond cutter which brings Warren down throat first into the top rope, much to the shock of everyone in the arena. Blake bounces off of the ropes before he crashes onto the mats upon the outside of the ring. The fans are stunned by the sudden counter made by another of the former Xtreme Champions. Warren bounces off the ropes throat first, spilling to the outside of the ring immediately afterwards, crashing upon his back upon the mats, gasping for air. Steve stands up, sweat spilling from his body as he stares at the outside of the ring where Warren is lying, a small smile forming across his face when Sykotic steps up behind him. He buries his shoulders into his back and then elevates him up into the air, setting him up in a reverse fireman's carry position. He pulls him around over into the huge Sykotic Tendencies (Reverse Death Valley Driver). The body of impacts hard with the canvas, popping up onto his knees after the collision.

Douglas: The Sykotic Tendencies, by um, Sykotic Tendencies, how creative of a name.

Tim: He must have thought it was so great, he used it twice.

lies on his back, absolutely motionless as Sykotic Tendencies rises to his feet and looks out over the crowd, motioning towards himself, pointing down at his large opponent and signaling that it's time to make his ass tap out. He begins to approach when suddenly Warren Blake enters the ring behind him, absolutely exhausted as he wraps the arms of Sykotic around his neck and then drops back, the Psychotic Episode (Cobra Clutch Suplex)! The crowd is on its feet, cheering their heads off as Sykotic's head strikes the canvas across the back of his neck, yet Warren keeps him locked up in the cobra clutch, rolling over onto his knees and pulling his opponent onto his posterior. He pulls Sykotic up to his feet and drops back into another cobra clutch suplex, slamming him down across the back of his head, continuing to utilize the finishing submission move of his good friend Isaac Saine. He rises once more and then drops back into a third Psychotic Episode, Sykotic appearing ready to tap out as Warren rises to his feet one more time, about to slap his hand upon his shoulder, about to give in before Steve steps up behind both men, driving the point of his elbow into the lower back of Warren. He cringes in pain, bending over backwards as Steve places him in a reverse facelock and drops back, into a huge reverse suplex, slamming the body of Blake into the canvas violently as a result. Steve rolls over backwards with incredible grace and agility for a man his size, ending up landing with his feet on both sides of Warren's back and pulling his head up into the dragon clutch. The crowd is on it's feet, putting their hands together while Vanessa hops up and down on the outside of the ring, slapping her hands together, greatly appreciating her man's efforts. Warren resists the temptation to tap out when Sykotic begins to stand up in front of both men, staggering around in a very exhausted state before Steve breaks the dragon clutch and steps forward. He wraps his arms around the legs of Sykotic immediately and lifts them up into the air, causing the new arrival to crash onto his back as rolls him over onto his chest and stomach, locking in the double Boston crab, the liontamer. The entire arena is jumping for joy as Sykotic pushes himself up onto his elbows, shaking his head back and forth, shouting at the top of his lungs, looking ready to tap out as he raises his hand into the air, extending it out over the canvas, appearing ready to tap out officially.

Douglas: Steve might have this match won, he could become the number one contender for the Submission title, he could continue this hot streak that he's been on lately.

Tim: This is not how I saw this match turning out.

Sykotic is still wailing in absolute pain, looking ready to tap out to the anguish flowing through his frame when he slaps the canvas several times, officially submitting. The entire arena is on its feet everyone going nuts while Vanesa jumps up and down, putting her hands together, with bull horns and flashbulbs cutting through the arena. Steve sticks his arms into the air and drops to his knees, a proud look of accomplishment depicted across his features, sweat racing down his frame.

Tim May: Sykotic tapped, he tapped out to the liontamer by Steve Newman, this is unbelievable.

Douglas: Steve Newman picks up another win, and is now the number one contender for the Submission title, talk about being on a hot streak.

Steve holds his hands up in victory, sweat racing down his exhausted features as Vanessa slides into the ring and drops down beside him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulls him in close for a hug as he pats her on the back of the head, both individuals rising to their feet. Warren glares at them both from across the ring, sitting on the canvas still, unable to believe that Newman just defeated him in this grueling triple threat contenst, but giving him a rather appreciative bow. Steve nods back at Blake while lifting Vanessa up into the air and across his chest while she gives him a kiss on the lips, the two embracing passionatly over the body of Sykotic, who is throwing a temper tantrum as a result of losing this contest and being forced to tap out.

Dan: We have a new number one contender for the Submission title, in Steve Newman, and we've already witnessed a lot go down here in the short time we've been on air tonight, this is really shaping up to be an event like none other.

Tim: Yeah, and as time ticks down to the Weapon's Lair main event tonight, things are only going to get more hectic and memorable, believe you me.


WEAPON'S LAIR MOMENT


The words, "Weapon's Lair History" appears in bold red lettering in the bottom right hand corner of the screen, images of both Lethal Weapon and 6 Pac standing on the top of the bottom cell begin to play through. Both men are bloodied, absolutely tore apart with the crowd going nuts all around them, realizing they are witnessing a truly magnificent match, a magnificent moment to be remembered for all eternity.

Commentator: My God, this has been the most disgusting match I think I've ever witnessed. Lethal Weapon and 6 Pac have absolutely destroyed one another in this blood feud.

Lethal staggers to the edge of the cell, precariously balancing himself and looking over his shoulder towards the announce table which resides just below his brutalized, bloodied body. 6 Pac looks around at the fans with a bloodied face before rushing at Weapon immediately, who ducks forward and places his shoulder to the legs of his opposition. He stands up straight, back dropping 6 Pac into the air, sending him flying off the Lair and causing him to crash all the way below, back first through the announce table. The entire arena is shouting holy shit in absolute shock as Lethal, with blood dripping from his face, glares down at the body of 6 Pac, spread across the broken chunks of table, absolutely motionless, appearing to be just about dead.

Commentator: OH MY GOD, 6 PAC HAS GONE THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE, HE'S BEEN DESTROYED!!!

The camera cuts to the bloodied features of 6 Pac, then shifts to Lethal Weapon, who is glaring down at him still in a shocked state, blood dripping from his features and spilling to the ground below. A flash brings us back to the live payperview.


VIDEO DIARY OF A MADMAN


A home video camera is set up on a tripod in a dark room. A figure who can not be seen nor made out looks through the eye lens, the scene is Demona laying in a hospital bed with her head wrapped in bandages. The person begins to chuckle as they look at the disabled Demona laying there motionless through the home video recorder. The person starts to speak but the voice is distorted .

Voice: Chapel what I have done to your life is only the beginning , this is far from over. I am going to cause you more pain, more suffering, and more agony than you can ever imagine. The first phase was to take out your precious wife to be Demona, the next to cost you're your Livewire Title and those two phases have already came to pass. What's the next phase you ask? Only time will tell Chapel, only time will tell.

Just then we see a nurse come in to check on Demona. She shakes her head in agreement with something then walks out of the room.

Voice: You see Chapel, I am going to stalk you, hunt you down so to say…. Then when I am ready I will make my next move Chapel. You and Demona do not deserve the slightest bit of happiness in the world, and even if you did now that I am around I would not let you have it anyhow. So until the next time, or should I say the next incident I will be watching Chapel, I will always be watching.

The camera feed cuts out as the voice starts laughing in a demonic way


BACKSTAGE


Robin Brooks stands in the forefront of the camera, strolling down the corridor with a rather worried expression upon her features. She doesn't look happy, not in the slightest, perhaps seeing the emotional video of her partner Stacy, which was shown earlier in the week. The image of Staxxx taking that razor to her wrist continues to perplex and ravage the mind of Robin, running her hands over hair in the process. Both sets of tag team titles rest over her shoulders as she continues forward, down the corridor, not diverting her attention to the masses of nameless stage hands at her sides, or the jobbers there trying to make even the most minuscule of impressions upon the management. The tag belts over both of Robin's shoulders, shimmer as she finally comes to a stop, just outside the doorway of none other than "Killjoy," Vengeance co-GM. She takes a deep breath, debating rather to go in or not, to disturb Deakin who must be hard at work. She finally takes a deep sigh and reaches down for the knob, wrapping her hand around it in order to step in when a voice cuts through the silent air, and cuts through her introspection.

Yehaw, look at that girl with tha teeth again and dem shinny belts.

Travis Mitchell and Crazy Eddie stroll into the camera frame, Brooks taking a step back and raising her fist, appearing ready to explode and take it to both cousins, who grin at the sight of her fighting stance. Travis puts his hands up, stepping forward as Crazy Eddie makes threatening motions towards her.

Travis: Hey little lady, the Mitchell's aren't heres to fight ya'. We just wanted to see if you found some stupid person to team with after that crack headed whore backed out on ya'.

Crazy Eddie: We's can't imagine somebody be dumb nough to hitch their trailer to your side, specially after I bricked you last week. No one would want to team with you anyway, you're a woman after all, and who'd wanna put up with thats?

Brooks' eyes seethe with anger, controlling herself though, fighting the temptation to possibly implode, and fight the Mitchell's on their terms instead of getting it done in the ring tonight. Travis chuckles as he slaps his partner on the shoulder, pointing his greasy finger in the direction of the young, lovely Robin.

Travis: Yeah, she do be one of dem woman who needs partners too, who can't get nothin done by herself. That's why she was going to that goofy Killjoy fella, cause she knows that he'd be right there to hold his little girlfriend's hand and pamper her like she's use to. Slapping some baby oil on her bare bottom, he would do.

Crazy Eddie laughs as he slaps Travis on the back of his shoulder, a little harder than his cousin did to him a few seconds ago. Travis is knocked forward slightly before he turns towards his cousin with slight agitation in his eyes.

Crazy: Yeah, Killjoy will stroke her pertty lil hair, and kiss her lil forehead, and pat her on her little shoulders. All the while whisprin sweet nothings into her ear why they's sit next to a roaring fire, and sip sum that expensive grape drink.

Crazy Eddie puckers his lips and closes his eyes, thinking it over even more in his head when Travis slaps him across the face slightly, more agitated than ever.

Travis: Snap out of it.

Crazy rubs his cheek, looking betrayed while Robin squeezes the patch of flesh between her eyes, appearing rather irritated by all this backwoods dialogue.

Robin: Listen you two crooked teeth, tabacoo chewing, sister molesting yahoos. I'm not gonna sit here and trade whits with people who have a combined IQ matching a woman's shoe size. You two want to know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna show you what a woman can do, by going out there, by myself, and kicking both of your hillbilly, country bumpkin asses, all by my lil ole self.

Brooks steps forward and pushes both Mitchell's aside as she steps down the corridor defiantly, her back aimed in the direction of the cousins. Both men appear shocked as they remain outside the office of Killjoy before their eyes slowly shift into one another's direction. Grins etch their way across their faces, followed by a devious chuckle, both cousins overjoyed with the prospect of something.

Travis: She played right into our plan Eddie.

Crazy Eddie nods his head, agreeing with his tag team partner for the evening before a befuddled expression befalls his features.

Eddie: What plan?

Travis glares at Eddie with a baffled look in his eyes as he begins to shake his head back and forth, sliding his hand down his face as he seemingly gives up what would be a long and tedious process.

Travis: You know what, never mind, just come with me, we's got to get to watchin Derek's match, it be up next..

Travis turns and begins to march down the corridor while Crazy Eddie follows him with his eyes and then snaps out of it, realizing he's suppose to be tagging behind his partner. He slides a brick out of his stained pocket, throwing it up into the air and catching it several times as he trails behind Travis, both men making their way down the corridor. The camera shifts to the name "Killjoy," which remains screwed into the door, but no signs of the Vengeance General Manager.


DEREK MITCHELL © VS. SARAH PUNCHE:
XTREME CHAMPIONSHIP


The show returns to the ring, where the fans are ready for more competition, anxiously awaiting what will transpire next at this huge Extinction payperview.

Douglas: Welcome back to the ring ladies and gentlemen, on a night that is already shaping up to be less than stable.

May: That's right, as just depicted by the Mitchell's, surprisingly tricking Robin into trying and show what a woman is made of, by coming out here on her own to compete. Foolish of Brooks.

Dan: Robin has a lot of pride, and I think that may have gotten the better of her on this occasion.

Tim: And who the hell is this person, or person's out to destroy Chapel's life?

Douglas: I don't know, but the whole thing is creeping the living hell out of me, and I just hope it stops before it goes any further. He already ruined the wedding of Demona and Chapel for Christ's sake, and now he's doing further damage to them. It needs to stop, it needs to stop right now.

Tim: Alright, calm, calm yourself.

[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. 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 for her next challenge.]

Dan: Sarah looks prepared, don’t you think, Tim?

Tim: Well, I would hope so. Otherwise, this match won’t come out any better than the last time she fought the hillbilly.

“Oh Black Betty, Wam-ba-wam-ba-wam.”

Two rockets fire off from the stage and “Black Betty” by Ram Jam begins to play from the P.A. system. A Confederate Flag waves on the Titontron with Derek Mitchell’s name in the center of it.

Derek makes his way out of the back, his fist pumped high into the air, title over his left shoulder. Nicole Mitchell follows him closely, waving a Confederate flag about as she smiles to the crowd. Moving his way to the ring, Derek turns to Nicole and points at the flag she waves about, slamming his fist into his chest as a sign of respect.

When he hits the ring, he hops up on the apron and pulls the rope so that Nicole can climb in the ring. Inside the ring, she hands him the flag and he climbs the turnbuckle, holding the flag high. He gives a cry of “YEEEHAAAW!” and jumps down from the turnbuckle.]

Tim: God, I hate that guy. Can we get rid of him and keep the hottie?

Dan: And do what, exactly, with her?

Tim: Who cares? It’d be an improvement over the hillbilly.

[Both combatants circle for a moment, before locking up. Derek uses the power at his disposal to move Sarah back into the ropes. Sarah, in the ropes, sneaks a thumb into Derek’s eye, forcing Derek backward. Derek’s stumbling turns him away from Sarah, giving Sarah the chance to capitalize with a spinning wheel kick to the back of Derek’s head. Sarah, instantly, rolls out onto the apron, standing, and, as Derek gets to his feet, Sarah springboards off of the top rope, and into a front dropkick. Derek, however, ducks his head slightly, and simply catches Sarah in midair, carrying her to the ropes, then moving to powerbomb her onto the outside of the ring. Sarah counters, quickly, into a hurracanrana, sending Derek into the guardrail, leaving her on the apron itself. Sarah slips into the ring, rebounding from the far ropes, and sailing over the top rope with a high, flipping senton. Derek drops from the guardrail, leaving Sarah to land, heavily, on the guardrail, her body curving in a manner it wasn’t supposed to. Derek slips his shoulder underneath Sarah’s head, lifting her into the air slightly, then bringing her back down, in a neckbreaker, using the guardrail as the point of impact. Sarah collapses outside the guardrail, Derek rising to his feet, and climbing over the guardrail after her. Derek pulls Sarah to her feet, lifting her vertical for a moment, before dropping her, stomach-first, onto the top of the guardrail. Derek grabs a chair from a fan, raising it over his head, and bringing it down, aiming for Sarah’s head. Sarah slips over the guardrail, making the swing hit nothing. Derek, having put far too much behind the swing to stop quickly, stumbles forward because of his own momentum. Derek slowly turns to face Sarah, only to have his own flag smacked against his skull with a rather sickening thud. Derek seems unfazed, however, which provokes Sarah to crack him with the flag once more, the flag’s pole snapping. Sarah discards the broken flagpole, the fans booing markedly due to both the action and the fact that Sarah had shoved Nicole into the guardrail to get the flag. Derek, slowly, gets to his feet, Sarah having picked up the discarded chair by now, waiting on Derek to stand. Derek stands into a resounding crack as the chair is brought into his skull with enough force to send Derek nearly to the ground. The second chairshot takes Derek to the ground, Sarah moving to the top of the guardrail, tossing the chair out in front of her slightly, and driving it into Derek’s stomach with a double-footed stomp. Derek curls up, rolling to the side, Sarah once more picking up the discarded chair, and waiting for Derek to get to his feet. Derek gets to his hands and knees, and, before Sarah can capitalize on his downed state, catches her with a spear.]

Dan: Derek, now, trying to avoid being taken completely out of this match.

Tim: He should just throw himself into a coma.

Dan: And what would be the intelligence in that?

Tim: There isn’t. But then, it’d still be an improvement over the way he is now.

[Derek gets to his feet, slowly, which more than allows Sarah to get to her feet, and capitalize on his state of being. Sarah jumps into the air, devoting herself entirely to a dropkick, only to have Derek both sidestep and catch her in midair, pivoting slightly, and dropping her on her head onto the concrete. The impact of the move affords Derek a few minutes to catch his breath and regain some of his composure. Derek pulls Sarah to her feet, grabbing her wrist, turning, and throwing her out to arm’s length, before snapping her back toward him, catching her in a back body drop, dropping Sarah back-first into, and through, a chair. Sarah’s back arches, as she rolls away from the ruined chair, Derek quickly hauling her to her feet, and walking toward the back wall of the arena, approaching one of the concrete separators, and moving forward to hurl Sarah into the concrete headfirst. Before he could, however, Sarah manages to slip free, and, as Derek turns to face her, catching him with a front dropkick to the stomach, sending Derek into the wall again. Sarah follows up with another spinning wheel kick, only to have Derek duck, Sarah hitting the concrete herself, hard. Derek pulls Sarah to her feet, quickly, hefting her onto his shoulder, and moving to a table holding electrical equipment, before snapping her forward, and through the table, with a powerful spinebuster. After the impact, both combatants simply lay there for a few moments, Derek gets up first, going for a pin.

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Sarah manages to get her shoulder up at the last possible second, to a resounding reaction from the fans.]

Dan: Personally, I thought that was it.

Tim: Of course it wasn’t. Sarah was champion for longer than the redneck’s been. She’s learned the ins and outs of the titles.

[Derek looks rather shocked, but still stands, moving to find something else to use as a weapon. Sarah gets to her feet rather groggily, before shaking it off and finding a coil of wire on the ground. Derek returns, carrying a pipe, and swinging it at Sarah’s head so hard the pipe whistled through the air. Sarah ducks, then comes up behind Derek, jumping slightly, and wrapping the wire around his throat, pulling for all she was worth. Derek begins fading rather quickly, dropping to a knee, then reaching back, slowly, grabbing a handful of Sarah’s hair, and pulling her over his head, snapping her to the concrete again. Derek drops to sit on the concrete, trying to catch his breath. Sarah, slowly, gets to her feet, only to be caught by a clothesline from Derek, dropping her back to the ground. Sarah begins to get to her feet again, holding her jaw, Derek hurling her into the concrete wall, and following it up with another clothesline. Sarah counters, quickly, with a drop toehold, sending Derek facefirst into the wall. Sarah catches Derek as he straightens from the wall, dropping him with a neckbreaker. Sarah walks off, returning shortly with another table, setting it up, then turning back to Derek. Derek, by this time, is standing, and simply smashes Sarah headfirst into the table, then hooking her up for a suplex. Sarah catches Derek with a shot to the kidney, followed by two more, then capitalizing with a swinging neckbreaker. Sarah climbs onto the table, nailing Derek with the Starstruck, going, quickly, into a pin.

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Derek kicks out, with authority, sending Sarah into the air, and causing her to land on the table she’d set up. Derek gets to a knee, Sarah meeting him with a kick to the face, snapping Derek backward. Sarah goes, again, for the Starstruck, nailing it a second time, then going, once more, for a pin. The pin is broken up quickly, however, by a brick being driven into Sarah’s skull from the outside of the ring, weilded by Crazy Eddie Mitchell, who turns and jumps the barricade, rushing into the crowd quickly with Travis shouting for him to follow, the Mitchell's having come out of nowhere. Derek gets to his feet, taking a few minutes to regain his breath and composure, Sarah still unmoving on the ground.]

Dan: Is Sarah dead?

Tim: Nah. She’s only resting.

[Derek looks at his cousins, then turns back to Sarah, hauling her to her feet, and dragging her toward the table, hefting her across his shoulders, and drilling her with the Liberator through the table, holding on to turn it into a pin.]

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Dan: Again, those cousins of Derek’s becoming a big factor in this title defense.

Tim: Someone should put an IQ limit on the new athletes. They should at least be as smart as a rock. These three hillbillies would be fired toot sweet.

Derek rises to his feet, stumbling and staggering in pain as the Xtreme title is handed to him by the official. Derek takes the belt from the official and then pulls him forward, straight into a big boot to the face, the referee flipping over backwards and folding up like an accordian, Mitchell looking infuriated that he even so much as touched his title belt. Derek lifts the belt into the air quickly to a huge chorus of boos, his entrance music piping in the background, when suddenly, a figure appears from the back. The fans begin a mixed reaction, a lot of cheers thrown in at the sight of Teresa Hilton making her way down the ramp, leaning on a crutch for support with a very upset expression on her face.

Douglas: Hey wait, it's Teresa Hilton, it's the woman that the Mitchell's put out of action at Worlds Ending.

Tim: What is she doing here? She doesn't look to be in any condition to be stepping foot in that ring whatsoever.

Derek's sights turn towards Teresa, who is still making her way down the ramp. She is still leaning on her crutch through the process, needing it to keep herself standing. She stops right at the end of the ramp and glares straight at Derek, who turns around to face her with a grin forming on his face. His attention shifts down to Sarah, lying with a busted head on the canvas, and then turns back towards Teresa. He throws down his title, looking at her banged up knee before bending forward and calling for her to enter the squared circle, not looking concerned whatsoever as Hilton's face fills with rage and hostility.

Tim: Oh man, come on, don't tell me Hilton's getting into that ring.

Douglas: Her leg was really badly injured by this man, so I hope she really reconsiders this.

Derek's eyes are fixed on that injured leg before Hilton suddenly rushes, with no limp whatsoever, straight at the squared circle. Derek's eyes fill with shock as Teresa slides under the ropes with the crutch still in hand the crowd going absolutely nuts as she rises onto her knees. Mitchell rushes forward and begins to drive his forearm into the upper back of Hilton repeatedly, trying to keep her from getting to a standing base.

Dan: Wait a minute, Teresa Hilton isn't injured, she must have healed up or something!

Tim: What!?!

Derek continues to throw forearms over her back when Teresa turns her crutch and drives it straight up into his testicles. Derek leans forward, shouting in pain as Teresa stands up and steps to his side, lifting the crutch into the air and bringing it down over the back of Mitchell. The steel crutch almost bends completely in half after the impact, Derek dropping to the canvas and rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. He falls backwards into the barricade, landing on it for support with a shocked expression in his eyes, absolutely stunned by what just occured. The fans are going nuts as Teresa grabs the Xtreme title belt off of the canvas and then turns towards Derek, who is stepping around the ring, shaking his head in disbelief over what just transpired.

Douglas: Oh my God, what a shocking return by Teresa Hilton, and she is signifying that she will be after that Xtreme title.

May: I can't believe she just assaulted Mitchell with that damn crutch we all thought she needed.

Teresa points into the face of Derek, who is still shaking his head in disbelief, the Xtreme title glistening above her head.


BACKSTAGE


A body, bloodied, battered, torn to shreds, lies spread across the concrete of the backstage parking facility. Worried EMTs and stagehands are gathered around this thus far faceless individual, his head covered by a thick layer of crimson fluid, which also stains the concrete below him, pouring into a puddle. His fancy suit is ripped asunder, gashes left in his flesh beneath the torn fabrics. Jerry Walters, crouched over the badly beaten, devastated body, looks up as EMTs rush down the hall with a backboard and neck brace. Walters looks panicked, grief stricken, blood staining the palms of his hands as he desperately calls out for help.

Jerry: Come on dammit, he's bleeding all over the place, Stevie needs a hospital now.

The EMTs crowd around the body, his identity, although unable to be determined visually, has been revealed as Vengeance co-GM, Stevie James, who was just appointed to his position on the last show. He is completely out of it, his body disconjointed, bones broken, muscles snapped, and ounces upon ounces of his blood continuing to flow from the many gaping wounds spread throughout his body.

Walters: Oh God, oh God, this is horrible, who could have done this!?!

The EMTs flash their lights down into the blank eyes of Stevie, no emotion depicted within them, instead he just looks lost, perhaps even in a coma after the vicious assault upon him by individuals unknown. They begins to position the backboard next to him, turning the body of Stevie slightly, revealing his face, which absolutely submerged in his own blood, his cuts deep, his wounds wide and visible, the crimson substance still leaking out of them. Jerry Walters can barely force himself to even look on, appearing as if he is becoming rather sick at the sight of this, shaking his head back and forth while cupping his hand over his mouth.

Walters: Poor Stevie, poor Stevie!


BACKSTAGE


The back stage area has become congested with people setting up of another big night on Anni. Stage hands and maintenance works walk past Susie Moore who is setting up her camera in the busiest part of the building. Many of ULW'S superstars walk right past The crew gets all set up and the first wrestler Susie sees is Jericho Dylan. She calls to him as he passes. Susie: Jericho… Oh Jericho, may I have a word with you?" Jericho looks back over his shoulder at the pretty reporter and smile as he makes his way back to her. Susie: Ok, start rolling the tape…Susie Moore here with breaking new…. Ladies and gentleman, we have one of ULW'S newest arrivals, Jericho Dylan, he has impressed us with his big win in the New Comer Battle Royal… Jericho smiles as the camera zooms in on his face, and waves to the fans. Susie tugs at his sleeve and shoves the mic in his face.

Susie: Jericho, Welcome to ULW'S Extinction, we just received breaking news that you are facing Fiyro LeMarkoff tonight.

Jericho: Umm Susie, its not actually breaking news, it was announced last week and all the billboards cards and posters that have been printed have it on there too, if you had checked your sources out better or did your research.

Susie just looks at Jericho with a dumbfound look on her face. She pulls the mic back to her own lips.

Susie: Well do you or do you not have a match against that other new comer Fiyro LeMarkoff? Jericho looks around at the people who have gathered and gestures with his hands and eyes asking the crowd without words "if this lady was for real".

Jericho: Yes Miss Moore, I am facing Fiyro tonight in the ring. Susie: Do you think you will win? Susie drops the mic when she accidentally hit Jericho on the shoulder, trying to place it near his mouth.

She looks at him waiting for him to pick up the mic, which he does after rolling his eyes. He retirees' the mic and does not pass it back to her when she extends her hand out; instead he holds it firmly in his hand and addresses the camera.

Jericho: What the hell kind of question is that to ask me? I already beat him once, when we both debuted, so I KNOW I will do it again.

Susie: Your opponent has been very quiet this week; do you think he is scared of you?

Susie flips her hair over her shoulder and smiles sweetly to the camera making sure they get her good side. Jericho frowns down on Susie as she is busy making herself look good for the camera. Jericho is getting quite bored with Susie, he steps closer to the lens then starts to tell his opinion of his match.

Jericho: This match isn't called he best of the best for nothing Miss Moore, I am the best new comer in ULW in 2006, and I will prove it again tonight.

Cynical laughing is heard of camera, it gets louder as we see Octavius walk into view in tow with Brianna closely behind. Octavius walks nose to nose with Jericho who lowers the mic to his side and stands ready to defend himself. Susie squeals in delight at having another wrestler on her show. But she can't get in between these two as they stand face to face. After an intense minute has past, Octavius grabs the mic from Jericho, he then turns around showing total disrespect for Jericho and addresses the camera.

Octavius: The best of the best Huh? There is only one best of the best, and that sure the hell ain't you…. It's yours truly. And tonight I will prove that once again that I am the best. Tonight ladies and gentlemen I will make a promise to you…. I will send that very message to Dreadrick, he will be the next to fall to the best of the best of ULW. Dreadrick tonight on this weeks Extinction you will be facing The Best of the Best, so be prepared to have your ass handed too you, and anyone one who thinks they are the best for that matter.

With a confident sneer on his face, he looks over at Jericho before he slams the mic to the floor shattering it. Taking Brianna by the upper arm and they head out of the camera's view, which focuses in on Jericho's carefully controlled angry face. Seconds later, he too stalks off while Susie looks on stunned over what just happened.

Susie: Did you get all that? That was just so cool, oh how did I look?


BACKSTAGE


Boos drown out all other sounds in the arena, even the still shocked fans unable to hold back their verbal hatred at the sight of none other than the ULW Submission Champion AWOL. He snarls, his nostrils flaring as he glares straight forward, the gold still shimmering over his shoulder. He is seated upon a steel blue chair in the backstage area, his elbows placed to his knees as he leans forward, contemplating a number of things, but the Lair perhaps on the forefront of his fragile, and easily destructible mind. AWOL depicts little emotion though, his eyes narrowly fixed upon something in front of him, some type of impact, almost entranced with what he is viewing, finding himself unable to turn away. The camera shifts in the direction of a television monitor, which sits upon a stand directly in front of his face, showcasing images of none other than the giant Andre Bates being thrown through the top portion of the Weapon's Lair and begins sent 90 feet, through all the other cage tops, to his demise. AWOL's blank stare remains centered upon the image, watching the bloodied body of the giant Bates crash to the canvas below, lying motionless, nothing more than a damaged vessel, no more will or determination residing within his body. AWOL lifts the remote at his side, hitting the rewind button in order to relive the images, to constantly be taken back to that moment, when he ended the career of one of ULW's biggest, literally, stars.

Slowly, none other than Hurse, strides into the dressing room, a newly printed, Empire tee-shirt clinging to his body, which he seems to proudly look down upon. The surgical mask and plastic gloves, as always, reside over their respective places upon his body. He arrogantly steps to the side of AWOL, his massive Empire teammate, who doesn't even take his eyes away from the monitor in order to even give a casual glance in the direction of Hurse.

Hurse: Yo AWOl, check out the new Empire shirt they came out with. It's hot, I mean, really hot, sexy in fact.

Hurse continues to run his hands over his t-shirt, but AWOL doesn't seem content with providing him even a fraction of his time. He just continues to strike the rewind button on the remote, constantly reliving that same moment over and over again. Hurse briefly glances at the television monitor, becoming stubborn as he leans forward and begins to snap his fingers directly in front of the face of AWOL.

Hurse: Hey AWOL, I'm talking to you man. Snap out of it.

With another snap of the fingers, AWOL seemingly finally realizes that a presence lingers within his dressing room. His eyes shift in the direction of Parkwood, who just continues to glare down at his associate, happy that he finally caught his attention.

Hurse: I'm trying to show off the new Empire shirt, it's classy, you should get one, in fact I'll have it sent to you. Although it might be a problem finding one in your size.

AWOL breaths deeply, turning his attention back to the television, not uttering a single word as he continues to hit the rewind button and then strike play. Hurse has a rather baffled expression on his face as a result, wondering what it would take to get a response from the massive Submission Champion.

Hurse: So, I guess we need to discuss some type of strategy for the Weapon's Lair tonight, aye' AWOL? I mean, it be pretty foolish of the guys with the numbers game, to run in there like chickens with their heads cut off. No, no, that wasn't good, let me come up with another cliche analogy.

AWOL: Steven, I am not in the mood....

Hurse pulls his head back slightly, glaring at his teammate in shock over his rather crude tone of voice, yet AWOL keeps his eyes focused on the monitor.

Hurse: Jeez, what bug crawled up your ass tonight?

AWOL stands up straight, kicking the chair he was sitting on, backwards into the wall, his eyes full of anger as they shift in the direction of Hurse. He takes a step back as a result, his glove covered hands held up defensively in front of him.

AWOL: Don't you know anything Hurse? This is the Weapon's Lair tonight, this is the single most deranged match in the history of the ULW. I've done things in this match that I can't even describe without becoming somewhat ill. I've done such perverse things to people inside of that Lair, that it sends chills down my spine to even remember them. You need to stop thinking about t-shirts, and start thinking about this match.

AWOL turns his attention from Hurse, glancing back at the television as Parkwood stares at him in absolute shock.

Hurse: Hey calm down AWOL. The only reason I'm not concerned with it, is because we've got the numbers game man, like it or not, one of us are walking out with the title, and there's nothing anybody can do about it. So don't worry.

More hostility flares up within the massive frame of the Submission Champion, his eyes burning a hole into Hurse.

AWOL: Don't you get it yet? I'm not worried about the opposition, or the fact that Kingdom may lose the title. I'm worried about what I might do out there tonight.

Hurse tilts his head, listening to his massive partner closely.

AWOL: This whole Weapon's Lair environment, it changes me, it effects me mentally somehow. I'm like a different person when I step into that thing, when I step into that hell. I don't care who I hurt, and how badly I hurt them. Why, even if you were to step in my way Steven, I might just hurt you, I may just suddenly recall the fact that you ran me down with a semi truck over a year ago, and decide to get retribution then and there. Even Johnny Kingdom may feel my wrath out there if I can't control myself. Like I said, this type of environment, effects me in ways I can't even describe. If we need to worry about anyone, it's me. I certainly don't want to send a member of the Empire through the cells tonight, like I did to Andre Bates, but once that title is on the line, once those doors are shut behind us, I may be unable to hold back my true, predatorily instincts.

Hurse's jaw is gaping open beneath his surgical mask, absolutely shocked with what he just heard from AWOL, who grabs the chair he kicked over and sets it up once again. He slides into the chair, planting his posterior upon it and then locking his eyes upon the images of Bates being driven through all three cells once more. Hurse, in shock, slowly edges his way towards the door before finally passing through it, leaving AWOL with his solitude. AWOL raises the remote into the air, pushing pause, freezing the image of a destroyed Andre Bates upon the television screen, an insidious smile creeping across his face.


JASON DREADRICK VS. OCTAVIUS GIOVANNI


The show returns to ringside, briefly passing over the Weapon's Lair, which remains above the ring, set up and ready to go for the main event later tonight.

Douglas: Emotions running high here at Extinction, AWOL sending a very troubling message to his Empire teammate.

Tim: That has me troubled, and another thing that has me a little worried, is the upcoming match, this fight between Jason Dreadrick and Octavius Giovanni, may get out hand and quick.

Dan: Octavius guaranteed victory to Jericho Dylan in the back, and he's all reved up for this one, after taking that sick chair shot from Jason Dreadrick last week.

May: Yeah, that definitely wasn't very old school of Dreadrick, but it was funny nevertheless.

The lights go down, as Hazen Street's Fool the World plays through the PA system, Octavius Giovanni and Brianna Delaney-Giovanni step through the curtain. Octavius walks down the ramp an arm around Brianna's waist, his eyes focused forward on the ring. The pair pause at the ring steps, and Octavius motions for Brianna to go ahead. Octavius follows and then holds open the ropes for Brianna. He then climbs into the ring himself and stretched against the ropes before giving Brianna a peck on the cheek and goading the fans into cheering for her. She steps down to the floor and Octavius turns his attention to the match at hand.

Douglas: Octavius Giovanni out here with his lovely bride Brianna.....

Tim: What a cute couple, I'm talking about the couple if Brianna's blouse by the way.

Dan: Yeah, I should have figured as much. Anyway, as we stated earlier, Octavius does have motivation going into this contest, being rather embarrassed last week on Annihilation, when right after his match against Kristian Sailes, he was laid out from behind with a sickening chair shot.

May: I still don't think that he's fully recovered from that shot.

Octavius turns towards the entry way, glaring straight at it with a determined expression on his face, foaming at the mouth at the thought of getting his hands upon Dreadrick. Brianna, on the outside of the ring, looks just as eager to watch her man take a part that piece of slime Jason Dreadrick, placing her fist to her hips and nodding her head in the direction of the entry way.

"The Old School Style Will Live Forever!"

"Old School Style" by Harry Slash pounds out through the arena's sound system as smoke fills the entryway. After a few seconds, Jason Dreadrick makes his way though the smoke and out onto the entryway. The crowd boos heavily as Dreadrick raises an arm to the fans that care about the old school style before making his way down to the ring. On his way down to the ring, Dreadrick ignores the fans that type to make him snap. Dreadrick climbs into the ring and climbs up onto the closest turnbuckle and raises his hand again to the old school fans before standing in the same corner as his music fades out. His eyes shift to Brianna Delaney-Giovanni, who is shouting words at him which just cause Dreadrick to smirk and shake his head. He turns his sights over his shoulder in the direction of Octavius, who is not allowing his anger to get the better of him, restricting himself from making a mistake.

Dan Douglas: And there is this guy who fancies himself to be rather Straight Edge, or Old School, depending on your school of thought really.

Tim: It's splitting hairs really.

Dan: Anyway, Jason Dreadrick is out to make an impact, to cement his name in the record book as one of our best and brightest up and comers here in the ULW.

May: Oh and believe me, he'll do that tonight, because Straight Edge and Old School, simply imply that he is better than all the rest.

Dan: We'll see if that is the case in this impending one on one contest.

Jason turns towards Octavius, snickering at the sight of his opponent. The bell rings when both individuals step forward and place one another in a collar elbow tie up. Dreadrick quickly pulls Octavius into a side headlock. He pushes Octavius backwards into the ropes still in the headlock. Octavius grabs the top rope, keeping from allowing Jason to connect with the side headlock hip toss. Dreadrick tries it once again before Octavius pulls his head free and grabs Jason by the back of the head. He throws him off into the ropes. Octavius steps to the center of the ring smirking at Dreadrick who spins around in anger. He quickly rushes at Octavius who steps to his side and hip tosses him over onto the canvas. Jason lands on his posterior as Octavius stands up and places him in an arm lock. Dreadrick shouts in pain, yet works his way to his feet as quickly as he can. He suddenly kicks Octavius to the gut, causing him to break the armlock before he throws a knife edge chop across the chest of Octavius. He's nearly taken off of his feet from the blow, before he recieves a second knife edge chop, resulting in a woo from the crowd. Octavius backs into the turnbuckle before Dreadrick pulls his hand back and delivers a third, equally as devestating knife edge chop. Octavius's entire body cringes as he bends forward. Jason takes a step back and then kicks him to the forehead, causing him to stand up right. Dreadrick now grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Octavius turns drastically and pulls Dreadrick into a drop toe hold. Jason slams face first into the canvas as Octavius rises to his feet, grabbing the leg of Dreadrick and lifting it up into a boston leg crab immediately. Jason Dreadrick begins to shout in pain, pushing himself up with his fist. Octavius continues to hold onto the submission tightly. Dreadrick buries his elbows into the canvas, pushing himself up before he begins to crawl towards the ropes. He easily pulls Octavius with him before he reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. The referee steps into Octavius's face, demanding that he break the submission hold. After a few moments Giovanni finally does, stepping forward and looking very upset. Jason pulls himself up the ropes, getting to his feet when Giovanni steps up behind him quickly. He jumps into the air and dropkicks Dreadrick to the back, knocking him forward into the ropes. Jason spills over them and lands perfectly upon the apron. He grabs the top one for support, keeping from plummiting to the mats. Dreadrick quickly stands up, looking upset when Octavius rushes towards the ropes, running perpindicular to the ones Jason is stuck behind. He jumps into the air, landing feet first on the second rope and springing off. He transitions in mid air to dropkick Dreadrick to the side of the face. Jason is knocked off, sending him flying straight at the announce table, crashing chest and face first into it. He bounces off and collapses onto the mats, shouting in pain.

Dan: Look at this, Jason Dreadrick does not appear very happy about what just transpired.

Tim: He's been humiliated, he's the Old School King, he shouldn't be taken down with these crazy athletic moves by Octavius Giovanni.

Jason gets to his feet on the outside of the ring when Octavius rushes across the ring, bouncing off of the ropes and then charging back in. He dives through the ropes, turning upside down and connecting with a senton suicide dive. Octavius crashes into Jason's chest, both individuals in turn falling onto her backs with Giovanni landing upon his seat. He quickly rises to his feet, grabbing Jason by the hair and favoring his neck the entire time. He quickly slides Jason into the ring before jumping onto the apron and grabbing the top rope. Dreadrick ends up stretched across his back as Octavius springs over the ropes and turns, dropping feet first on the second rope and then flying backwards for the lionsault. Dreadrick quickly gets his knees up into the gut of his opponent, causing Octavius to drop onto his knees and shout in pain. He drops onto his back now, continuing to look as if he is in agony throughout his midsection. Jason gets to his feet slowly, shaking his head and sweeping his arms through the air as if signaling for the end already. He quickly steps over the legs of Octavius, lifting them into the air and placing them under his armpits. He tries to turn Octavius over onto his stomach several times yet Giovanni refuses to be placed in the submission, continually fighting as he slides backwards across the canvas. Finally he reaches the ropes, raising his hands into the air and grapsing the second one. Jason looks furious that Octavius made it to the ropes, yet refuses to release his legs. He quickly steps backwards, lifting Octavius's legs into the air in order to drag his upper body off the ropes and in turn cause him to crash violently into the canvas. Octavius flips forward however from the momentum, landing perfectly upon both of his feet. He now steps forward and jumps into the air, wrapping his legs around the neck of Dreadrick and then dropping backwards, hurricaraning Jason forward so that he lands throat first on the second rope. The crowd is shocked by the incredible counter as Octavius gets to his feet and looks at Dreadrick who is still leaning chest first against the second rope, his arms drapped over them as well.

Douglas: My God, this Octavius Giovanni sure is athletic for someone weighting in at 247 pounds. What a limber individual.

Tim: Dreadrick was not prepared for this, he did not scout this style of Giovanni's I don't imagine. He's more so known for his technical, brawling skills.

Octavius quickly charges across the ring, bouncing off of the ropes and then charging back in at Dreadrick who is still leaning on the ropes. The fans have a mixed reaction as Octavius jumps through the ropes, grabbing the top and middle one with his hands quickly, and swinging around with his legs in the direction of Dreadrick's face. Jason suddenly stands up without warning, reaching out and grabbing the legs of Octavius. Before Octavius can even respond he's dragged through the ropes and down onto the canvas. Dreadrick lifts the legs of Octavius into the air, placing them under his armpits before he turns him over onto his stomach, applying a textbook cloverleaf. Octavius unleashes a roar of pain, burying his fist against the canvas and pushing himself up as his eyes center upon the ropes.

Tim: What a counter by Jason Dreadrick, he's got Octavius Giovanni placed in the old school Texas Cloverleaf.

Dan: That was an incredible series of counter manuevers leading into this, Octavius may have to already tap out.

Octavius' hand raises into the air before he digs it into the canvas. He quickly pulls himself towards the ropes, reaching them as quickly as he can. His hand reaches out and grabs the bottom one, forcing Jason to have to break the submission hold out of protest. Jason stomps Octavius to the back of the head repeatedly. He then grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet, stepping behind his back and placing him in a back drop suplex position. The fans begin to boo the Definition of Perfection who hoists Octavius high into the air and then charges forward. The crowd erupts as Jason throws Octavius over the ropes and to the outside of the ring with a back drop suplex position. Octavius flips over backwards and crashes chest first into the apron before turning and rushing into the barricade, ramming off of it as well. He bounces into the air and then rolls across the mats holding his collar bone. Jason stands on the inside of the ring grinning until he slides through the ropes and takes his time dropping onto the mats. Octavius pushes Dreadrick's hands away, gasping for air after the horrific collision. Jason grabs Octavius Giovanni by the hair, pulling him to his feet and then dragging him into a front waist lock. He then drops in reverse, throwing Octavius through the air with a belly to belly suplex. Octavius crashes onto his back and then sits up, unleashing a roar of pain as he reaches for his spinal column now, having hit the hard mats with brutal impact. Jason swoops upon Giovanni now, grabbing him by the hair and then rolling him onto his knees by gripping his hair. He steps towards the ring and rolls Octavius under the ropes to the inside of it. He quickly springs onto the apron, looking around at the booing fans methodically and grinning. He slides through the ropes with a great deal of speed to his step as he descends upon Octavius who has rolled onto his hands and knees, holding his chest and lower back in a great deal of pain. Dreadrick grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet when Octavius jumps into the air, grabbing him by the top of the head. He drags him down into a jaw breaker while falling to his seat. Jason slams into the jaw of Octavius, stumbling backwards with a shocked expression on his face. Octavius gets to his feet, still holding his chest when Jason straightens his head out and steps forward. Octavius dives forward and slides around behind the back of Dreadrick, dragging him into a school boy pin. The referee drops down to make the count yet Octavius gets to his feet quickly, grabbing the legs of Jason and lifting them into the air. He quickly tries to place him into a cloverleaf of his own yet Dreadrick squirms back and forth. Finally Jason pulls his legs away and places them to the chest of Octavius before shoving him off backwards. Octavius crashes across his back and then stands up, his back and chest hurting him tremendously it seems.

Dan: Octavius almost had Dreadrick locked up in a sharpshooter.

Tim: This guy shouldn't even be able to compete right now, after that surprisingly, rather un-old school type move by Dreadrick.

Dreadrick stands up, holding the ropes for support and still bending forward as he grips his chin. Octavius rolls right back onto his feet and then charges at Dreadrick, diving forward for a flying clothesline. Dreadrick suddenly drops onto his seat, pulling down the top rope and causing Octavius to fly over to the outside of the ring. Octavius turns and smacks back first into the mats hard. He immediately flops into the air and lands on his back, grabbing his spine. The crowd is shocked by the whiplash. Jason stands up, still rubbing his jaw. As Octavius somehow pushes himself up to his feet, still gripping his lower back in tremendous pain. Jason grabs the top rope and then pulls himself up on top of it, landing feet first. The crowd boos as he springs off and turns through mid air, crashing into Octavius with a senton crossbody, a rather old school high flying move. Both individuals crash onto the mats causing Jason to sit up while Octavius rolls onto his side shouting in pain and gripping his back. The fans act as if they want to dive over the barricade and get at Dreadrick who gives them a back handing motion as he rises to his feet. Octavius sits up on the canvas, fighting through the pain in his back. Jason grabs him by the hair and rolls him onto his knees before pulling him to his feet. He now lifts him into the air, placing him across his chest and charging him at the ring post. The crowd explodes into boos as Octavius is slammed spine first into the hard ring post. Octavius reaches for his lower back in obvious discomfort as Dreadrick steps around to the apron and rolls Octavius under the ropes to the inside of the ring. Jason quickly jumps onto the apron and immediately starts up the turnbuckle. Octavius lies on the mats still gripping his back in tremendous pain before rolling onto his stomach as Jason gets all the way to the top of the turnbuckle, shockingly going high risk. He stands up, balancing himself out then jumps forward, extending his arm outward and dropping it across the lower back of Octavius with a textbook soaring elbow drop. Octavius flops into the air onto his side, shouting in pain as he grips his lower back. Jason rolls him onto his back and now hooks his leg.

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Octavius kicks out, rolling onto his side once again. Jason rises to his feet in protest before grabbing Octavius by the chin and pulling him to his feet. As Giovanni gets his feet beneath him, Jason steps to his side, wrapping his arm around his waist and then lifting him into the air for a backbreaker. Octavius somehow floats over and lands on his feet behind the back of Dreadrick who is shocked as he spins around. Octavius quickly lifts his leg into the air, swinging around with a quick and vicious spinning heel kick, grabbing his back in the process. Jason somehow steps under it and stands up now, placing his arms around the waist of Octavius and dropping in reverse, connecting with a German suplex.

Dan: Oh no, not the German suplexes!

Tim: I think that's what we're about to see here ladies and gentlemen, the total disection of Octavius' back by the Old School athlete.

Dreadrick rolls over onto his knees, pulling Octavius with him and attempting to place as much pressure upon his back as he can with these hard hitting manuevers. Jason gets to his feet and immediately goes for another German suplex. As Giovanni is lifted into the air he flips up and over the shoulder of Jason though, landing on his feet behind the back of Dreadrick who has dropped onto the canvas. Jason looks shocked as Octavius backs into the ropes, grabbing his lower spine. Dreadrick rises to his feet quickly, turning around to face Octavius who steps out of the corner and blasts Jason right to the jaw with the superkick. Spit flies from the mouth of Jason who drops onto his back looking out of it. Yet he rolls over onto his hands and knees, rising to his feet immediately and then turning towards Octavius, who is leaning on the ropes for support. Dreadrick, going on instincts, rushes forward with a lariat, only for Giovanni to duck under the arm and step around behind his back. He wraps his arms around his neck and drops back into a 180 degree tazzmission suplex, the Varial Helix. Jason slams face first into the canvas, bouncing up onto his knees and then falling over sideways onto the canvas. Octavius crawls into the cover rather quickly, hooking his leg with the fans all going nuts, everyone jumping up and down.

Tim: The Varial Helix, Octavius may have it, he may have it!

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Jason kicks out, getting his arm off the canvas, to the shock of everyone, including Giovanni, who rises onto his knees, appearing absolutely stunned. Octavius rises to his knees, looking around at the fans and shouting in anger that he didn't get the three count. He reaches back grabbing his spine and shouting in tremendous pain, unable to comprehend the fact that his superkick and finishing move wasn't enough to finish off Dreadrick. He finally stands up and steps over the legs of Jason. He lifts them into the air and wraps his arms around them, setting up for what appears to be the Cement Shoes (Texas Cloverleaf) much like Dreadrick had applied earlier. Without warning Jason pulls Octavius down into a small package, using all of his leg strength in order to do so.

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Octavius kicks out as both men scramble to beat the other to a standing position. Octavius looks as if he is having extreme pain in his back as he lifts his leg into the air and steps in, going for the superkick again. Jason grabs his foot at the last second, just before it can connect with his jaw. He pushes it downward and then reaches out, grabbing the legs of Octavius and lifting them into the air. Octavius is shocked as he drops onto his back before being rolled over onto his stomach, Dreadrick drops down, applying the Old School Expulsion (STF).

Dan: The Old School Expulsion, the Old School Expulsion is locked in, I can't believe he finally got his finishing submission applied.

Tim: It's over, it's got to be after all that damage done to Octavius's back!

The crowd is standing and watching as Octavius presses himself up onto his fist, shouting in tremendous pain with sweat dripping off of his exhausted body. His back is absolutely killing him as Dreadrick continues to apply the submission hold, really torquing the spine of Octavius, as well as his neck and legs. He seems to be refusing the temptation to tap out as he begins to pull himself across the ring, dragging a shocked Dreadrick with him. Jason shakes his head which is also covered in sweat, shouting in anger over the fact that Octavius is nearly getting free from his intense finishing submission hold.

Dan: Can Octavius make it? Can he reach those ropes!?!

Tim: I would literally crap myself if he does.

Octavius' face is contorted with pain and drenched in sweat. The ropes are so close yet seem so far away as Octavius continues to drag Jason with every ounce of power remaining in his body. Dreadrick shakes his head, absolutely stunned that he's being pulled across the ring. Octavius finally comes within inches of the ropes, reaching out with all of his strength. Jason breaks the submission to drag him back to the center of the ring when Octavius grabs the bottom rope, preveniting such an occurance. Jason's face fills with anger, finally Dreadrick releases the legs of Octavius and steps away from his downed opponent. Octavius grabs his back, pulling himself up the ropes slowly, all the while shouting in pain. Jason turns to face him with a smirk on his face. Jason spins Octavius around, and grabs him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring straight into the opposite ropes. Octavius bounces off of them while Jason slides down his elbow pad, looking prepared for the Old School Lariat. He rushes in when Giovanni ducks under it, hooking the arm of Dreadrick and getting around behind his back, hooking up his other leg as well. He back slides him down to the canvas, into a pinning predicament.

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Jason kicks out by rolling over backwards, straight onto his feet, rushing in reverse, straight into the ropes. He bounces off of them and then comes charging back in at Octavius, who rises to his feet and then springs into the air, dropkicking the face of Dreadrick viciously. The shot causes Jason to almost flip over, crashing across his back upon the canvas while Octavius lands on his elbows and knees at his side, absolutely physically exhausted. Octavius rises to his feet and turns around in the direction of Dreadrick, waiting for him to stand up, appearing very winded, doubling over in fact as sweat races down his features. He anxiously awaits the Definition of Perfection, begging him to obtain a standing base as he finally gets both of his feet beneath him, standing up straight and turning around in the direction of Giovanni slowly. As Dreadrick rises to a standing base, he barely seems to have the strength in order to keep his legs beneath him, Octavius stepping up behind him and wrapping him up in position for the Varial Helix. He hoists Dreadrick up into the air when Jason reaches back with his legs, wrapping them around the waist of Giovanni. He falls forward, rolling Octavius up into a pinning predicament, seated on his chest and his stomach and clutching the back of his legs.

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Giovanni kicks out, rolling over sideways onto his hands and knees while Dreadrick rolls over in reverse, onto his hands and knees. He rises to his feet as Giovanni gets up in front of him, turning around to face Dreadrick when Jason charges in and connects with the Old School Lariat. Giovanni is sent into a corkscrew before he lands upon his back upon the canvas, the fans stunned by the brutal impact.

The referee drops and makes the count with Dreadrick obtaining the pin, the crowd counting a long, realizing this could be it.

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Everyone erupts as the shoulder of Octavius shoots from the canvas. Jason sits up on the ring with an absolutely shocked expression on his face, his hands sliding into his hair, unable to come to grips with the fact that Giovanni just kicked out. He rolls over onto his knees and slams the sides of his fists upon the canvas, beginning to lose it. He rises to his feet, and motions that he's sick of playing games. Jason stands up, beginning to shout at the official as he turns towards Giovanni, scooping him up off of the canvas and then hooking his leg before dropping back into an old school fisherman suplex.

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Octavius kicks out again, barely getting his shoulder up as he drops onto his side, sweat racing from his exhausted frame as Dreadrick rises to his feet, also very exhausted from the pace and intensity of this one on one singles bout. He gets his feet steadied beneath him before grabbing the legs of Giovanni, lifting them up into the air and signaling for an old school figure four leg lock, appearing determined to force Giovanni to tap out. He steps through the legs of Octavius, turning his back towards his opponent as he begins to wrap his legs around his one, only for Giovanni to get his foot up and place it to the posterior of Dreadrick pushing him down, forward onto the canvas. He collapses onto his hands and knees as Giovanni keeps his legs wrapped around the ankle of Dreadrick, standing up straight and then grabbing his leg, lifting it up off of the canvas as he applies the ankle lock to a huge reaction from the fans, everyone swept into this intense singles bout. Dreadrick pushes himself up onto his elbows, shouting at the top of his lungs from the pain coursing through his leg, almost unable to believe the agony before he rolls over onto his back suddenly and places both feet to Octavius' chest, shoving him backwards into the ropes. Octavius strikes them back first and comes charging in at Dreadrick, who has rolled over into a standing base. As Giovanni comes in, Dreadrick catches him around the neck, applying an old school sleeper hold, both men just exchanging submissions now. Before he can get it fully applied though, Giovanni ducks forward, sliding under the arms of Dreadrick and getting behind his back in an exhausted state, placing both of his hands to the spine of Jason and shoving him forward straight into the ropes. Dreadrick hits them spine first and then comes rushing back in, extending his arm outward for the Old School Lariat once more when Giovanni ducks it and hooks the arm of Dreadrick. He reaches out with his legs, wrapping them around the other arm of Jason, trying to pull him down into a crucifix pin, but Dreadrick refuses to go down. Octavius shifts his body around and slides down the back of Dreadrick, wrapping his arms around his waist and rolling him over backwards into a pinning predicament.

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Douglas: Oh my God, so close to being over there, so very close to having Octavius Giovanni come back and be victorious in this fast paced new comers showcase match.

Tim: I can tell you, that just by judging from this match, that these two men are going to have a healthy future here in the ULW.

Octavius and Dreadrick both rush one another to their feet as Jason steps in and kicks Giovanni to the gut, beating him to the punch and then grabbing him by the wrist. He whips him immediately into the turnbuckle with all of hi strength, charging in after him as well with a great deal of speed. Giovanni sticks his hands out though, placing them to the top ropes and then kicking his lower body up into the air as Dreadrick rushes under him. Giovanni turns his body and falls down behind the back of Jason, grabbing him by the tights and rolling him over backwards into a school boy, kicking his legs up and placing them over the middle rope as well. The referee doesn't see it, making the count.

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No, Dreadrick kicks out again, falling over onto his hands and knees, the crowd shocked that even Giovanni's cheat wasn't enough to get him the win. Giovanni rises to his feet as fast as he can when Dreadrick meets him with a roaring elbow strike straight to the jaw, the bow sending spit flying from the mouth of Giovanni and knocking him down hard to the canvas. Dreadrick begins to shake his arm from the impact, looking furious that such opposition is being placed ahead of him. He steps towards Giovanni, who is out cold, grabbing him around the neck and rolling him over onto his hands and knees, kneeing him to the side of the face rather quickly. The shot causes Giovanni to rise to a kneeling base but waver back and forth from the hard shot, Dreadrick grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet. The official admonishes him for doing as such, but Dreadrick doesn't listen, just drags the body of Octavius in the direction of the turnbuckle, placing him in a front gantry and then lifting him into the air. He turns and sits the body of Giovanni on the top rope rope, throwing a right hand up into his jaw immediately afterwards. Giovanni looks like he's going to fall as Dreadrick begins to head up top, looking for an old school superplex. He wraps his arm around the neck of Octavius, who suddenly throws a right into the gut of Dreadrick, followed by another shot, causing him to bend forward and shout out in pain before Giovanni turns him around, forcing Dreadrick to face the opposite direction. He wraps his arm around the neck of Dreadrick suddenly and then jumps forward, flipping off of the turnbuckle and pulling Jason down into the Blood Money (Diamond Dust). Dreadrick crashes off of his shoulder and sits up as a result, a lost look on his face, Giovanni having come off the top rope and pulled his opponent all the way down from the second, a variation of his usual trademark move. Dreadrick rolls onto his back as Giovanni crawls into the cover.

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The entire arena rejoices as Giovanni earns the three count finally, in what was a breathtaking, brutal performance.

Tim: Octavius did it, he did it, he defeated Jason Dreadrick in what was one hell of a match up here tonight.

Douglas: These two went absolutely all at it tonight, over pride and respect, and I dare say, that both men deserve it after this performance.

Octavius rises onto his knees, breathing heavily while he glares at Dreadrick, who has just seemingly come through, pushing himself up onto the point of his elbow with a shocked expression on his face. He glances at the referee and begins to mouth something.

Dreadrick: That wasn't old school.

Octavius continues to celebrate with sweat racing down his features as Brianna Delaney enters the squared circle, stepping to her man's side and patting him on his sweaty back. He takes a deep breath, a sigh of relief over the fact that he obtained the win in this very competitive battle. Dreadrick begins to push himself up to his feet, finally rising to a standing base as he looks out over the crowd, a rather furious expression residing on his otherwise shocked features. He still seemingly can't believe, nor except the fact that he didn't pick up the win against Octavius on this night, slowly turning around to face his opposition. Octavius seems ready for him, standing in a game position, ready to pounce at a moment's notice with Brianna still looming over his shoulder, creating a wall between her and Dreadrick. Jason slowly steps away from the ropes, still glaring at Octavius, wondering what he'll do next, when suddenly Giovanni begins to extend his hand outward, seemingly asking for a handshake out of respect.

Douglas: Look at this, you don't see this type of thing very often, a showing of respect by the victor to his opponent.

Tim: Yeah, this Giovanni guy seems to be a class act, I hate him already.

The fans are cheering, Dreadrick looking back and forth at them, as if inquiring to them rather or not he should accept the hand shake of Octavius. Giovanni wears a serious expression on his face, looking to show his respect for the athletic battle that the two just went through before Dreadrick shrugs his shoulders and finally begins to step forward. He extends his hand outward slowly towards Giovanni with the crowd still putting their hands together, hoping to see the same between both of these athletes. Dreadrick is just about to shake his hand when he pulls his back and then slaps Octavius across the side of the face, everyone in the arena immediately starting in with a wave of boos.

Dan: Oh come on dammit, Octavius Giovanni looking to show some respect to Dreadrick and he gets a slap in his face for his troubles. Dreadrick is a piece of slime.

May: He just knocked the taste out of Giovanni's mouth, hahahaha, can we get an instant replay of that?

The fans are still booing scornfully as Giovanni looks away from Dreadrick, blinking his eyes in a rather surprised, but by all means, not shocked fashion. Dreadrick steps back towards the ropes, placing his leg over the middle one as Octavius remains frozen by his rage.

Dreadrick: You want to shake my hand now?

Jason looks on in disgust as he slides through the ropes and drops onto the mats, beginning to march up the ramp, not even looking back at Octavius, who's face is overwhelmed with anger. Brianna steps to his side, motioning towards Dreadrick and appearing just as furious as her husband, yet Octavius does little to nothing, just remaining frozen.


WEAPON'S LAIR MOMENT


The words "Weapon's Lair History" are once again written in the bottom right hand corner of the screen as images from the second Weapon's Lair match at the first ULW Paranoia, take up the screen. A techno trance version of "Stairway to Heaven" hits the PA and the lights strobe orange and white. Hellkat walks out onto the entry ramp, the fans are going nuts as Hellkat comes out wearing her football helmet, she is looking pleased with herself as she heads down the ramp to the mixed laughing and cheering of the fans, she heads down the ramp and looks at the lair before tapping her helmet and walking round to the door and stepping through, she walks the outside of the ring and just smiles at Stinger who looks disgusted with her.)

Jerry Walters: Hahaha! How do you get better then this, Hellkat has an American football helmet on to protect her head from knocks and bumps!

Tim May:That's hardly fair Jerry! She could use that as a Weapon!

Jerry Walters: Well you want to talk about intelligence Jerry, she is suffering a concussion, she is forced into this match by the Gray family and all she has done is took the helmet as a measure of Protection! Stinger however doesn't seem to happy!

Tim May: Would you? Women don't belong in this environment!

The scenes from this match flash forward a bit.

(The booing fans watch as Devon gets up after hitting AWOL with his trademark, the chants ‘bullshit’ are sounding around the arena, suddenly the huge boos turn into cheers as Daemon is swearing under his breathe daring Devon to turn around, he does and Daemon clocks him big time with the steel chair!!!!! Devon stumbles around in a full circle right into another chair shot that knocks him flying off the side of the cell and right through the announce table of Tim May and Jerry Walters!!!!)

Jerry Walters:
OH LORD, OH MY GOD!!! DEVON STEVENS HAS JUST BEEN DESTORYED!! THE SON OF A BITCH MAY HAVE JUST COST AWOL THE WORLD TITLE BUT HE HASN'T COME OUT OF IT UNHURT!! DAEMON FROST JUST SENT HIM RIGHT TO HELL!

Tim May:
NOOO!! DAEMON YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!!! DEVON GET UP, GET UP, STOP THIS, HOLY WAR ARE GOING TO KEEP THE DAMN TITLE! GET UP DAEMON!

(Daemon throws the chair aside and picks up the title, but AWOL is on his feet, Daemon rolls his eyes and throws a right hand at the hurt AWOL but he blocks it suddenly and fires back, Daemon goes for another but again AWOL blocks it and hits another right and another and another he is picking up huge momentum he throws Daemon into the cell wall, the impact is so hard Daemon stumbles backwards back toward AWOL who grabs Jerry

Walters:
ITS OVER!!! ITS OVER!!! AWOL JUST HIT DAEMON WITH THE DAISY CUTTER!!

Tim May:
I can't believe Curtis was Screwed! Now AWOL is going to defend his title! God Damn it! Come on Daemon, you are better then nothing...Just...GET THE HELL UP!

(AWOL falls to his knees the energy gone from his body, he grabs the title as the fans go crazy, he painfully rolls of the side of the cell and begins slowly climbing down the wall, suddenly Daemon is back on his feet, AWOL looks up and DAEMON LEAPS OF THE SIDE OF THE CELL AND RIGHT ACROSS )

Jerry Walters:
OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! THESE MEN COULD BE DEAD!!!

Tim May:
AWOL AND HIS OWN PARTNER MAY JUST HAVE DESTROYED EACH OTHER!!!!

(Officials charge over to the fallen men, Daemon is on top of AWOL both men are knocked, the referees push Daemon of AWOL, the fans are in shock)

Jerry Walters:
Who won?

Tim May:
I don’t think we have a winner, Jerry, nobody has won this!

Jerry Walters:
There are no winners here in physical presence, but someone has the belt, AWOL or Daemon have won this match??

(Suddenly the announcer stands up and raises the victors arm)

Announcer:
The Winner of this match, after gripping the title with both feet touching the ground…..DAEMON…..FROST!!!!!!!!!

(The fans go wild, there on there feet as Daemons music blasts over the sound system, the camera crews run round to see Daemon gripping the title meaning he must have stolen out when he landed over AWOL, the fans can’t believe it as many jump up and down on the spot, EMT’s are charging down the ramp stretchers at the ready! The carnage around the ring is immense.)

Jerry Walters:
WE HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION, A NEW WORLD CHAMPION, DAEMON FROST HAS WON THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE AND THE FANS HERE IN THE JOE LOUIS ARENA ARE GOING CRAZY!

Tim May:
GOD DAMN IT, AFTER ALL OF THAT, AFTER EVERYTHING, HOLY WAR STILL HAVE THE DAMN TITLE!!!!!!!

Jerry Walters:
Oh they still have it alright, Ladies and Gentleman, you saw it here, remember the date, May 23rd, the year 2004 and the place, the Joe Louis Arena, Detroit, Michigan…Possibly the greatest event ever in the history of the industry…a97 .DAEMON FROST IS THE NEW CHAMPION, I don’t believe it, I can’t believe it! He has gone from strength to strength and Daemon Frost has finally got what he deserved, he got the World title!

Tim May:
CURTIS JACK WAS SCREWED!!! HE WAS SCREWED!!!! DAEMON IS NOT THE CHAMP, CURTIS IS!

Jerry Walters:
Ladies and gentleman we are running out of time, but the join us Next week on Friday for FUF where god knows what is going to happen and next Saturday for the debut show of Annihilation…

(The scene fades to black, the last pictures being of the hell and the cell and the carnage seen around it before fading into Daemon Frost, title clenched under his arm being lifted onto a beforethe show comes to an end.)


BACKSTAGE


Bluhd Raige stands in the forefront of the camera, residing directly behind his back is the same big screen featuring images of barbwire and decimated city blocks, laying in rubble across the streets. Raige has a comforting expression on his face for one, seeing as if he's truly home in this type of environment, with the Weapon's Lair, and his first World Heavyweight title shot looming just over the horizon. Standing behind him, clad in suit and tie, still clutching the silver briefcase, rubs at his jaw, perhaps still feeling the effects of that Bittersweet Ending that CHB gave him a few weeks ago. The camera pans out suddenly, revealing that none other than Jerry Walters stands beside both men with a microphone gripped within his hand. He holds it up to the lips of the confident Raige. Walters runs his hand over his face, still recalling the graphic images he witnessed earlier in the night, the broken body of Stevie James being wheeled away on a stretcher.

Jerry: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm standing back here live with none other than one of the participants in the upcoming Lair match, a possible favorite to win the contest this evening, Bluhd Raige.

Raige unleashes a rather dark chuckle from behind his teeth, crossing his arms one over the other.

Bluhd: A favorite Jerry? Please, the God, Raige is the only one will possibly walk away with the gold in hand tonight. There's no other possibilities, Bluhd Raige will be your clear cut winner tonight.

Walters sighs, realizing that this is going to be one of those types of interviews, before sticking the mic back out to his own mouth

Jerry: Well, what do you think will give you such a huge advantage out there in tonight's Weapon's Lair?

Bluhd Raige chuckles at the comment, in a rather dark manner, Vaughn doing much of the same in the background.

Raige: Isn't the answer obvious, don't you possess a single brain cell anymore? Just look at me, just look at this God before you. The Weapon's Lair was handmade for a man of my talents, for a man who would enjoy nothing more than inflicting pain and suffering on all my opposition, on all those individuals who oppose me, or hell, anyone standing around them, the people in the fans, pretty much the entire world. I've broken spines, arms, legs, necks, and it all lead to me to the holy grail of violence, the Weapon's Lair. This thing will be my home, it will be my killing field.

Jerry shrugs his shoulder, and nods his head for a moment or two with a relatively blank stare.

Walters: Another thing that people say you did, in order to obtain a psychological advantage, was the kidnaping of Mark Comeau. Was his abduction part of your strategy tonight, and where is Comeau?

Bluhd glances at Vaughn as if he just heard the stupidest question imaginable, before finally shifting his horror instilling eyes.

Bluhd: Of course it was strategy? I took the closest friend that Johnny Kingdom has, and after beating the living shit out of him, I stashed him away in a secluded spot, where only I know the location. That's where he is, and that's where he'll remain, if I opt to let him go, or further his torment, depends on one thing, the outcome of this Weapon's Lair. You understand me?

Jerry appears stunned, his eyes blinking rather oddly as he begins to shake his head.

Walters: What can you do to the man that you probably haven't done already?

The thought brings an even wider smile across the face of Bluhd Raige, enjoying the prospect of what further hells he can bring upon the still missing Annihilation General Manager.

Raige: Well, let's just say, that if I lose tonight in the Weapon's Lair, then everyone will get just one more glance at Comeau. That's right, one more time will they be permitted the opportunity to set their sights on Comeau, as I drag his ass to the ring, and douse him in gasoline. And then, the last time anyone will see Mark Comeau, is when they watch his body go up in flames.

Raige has a rather terrifying expression on his face as he stares into the camera, speaking from the deepest recesses of his dark soul, speaking with absolute seriousness. His eyes seem to come aflame even thinking about it as he glares into the face of Jerry Walters, who appears rather stunned by this statement.

Bluhd: Tonight, in the Lair, I will become the World Heavyweight Champion. I will destroy the bodies of Johnny Kingdom, AWOL, Hurse, Silencer, and CHB. I will not stop until they grovel at my feet or cease to breath. Nothing Jerry, nothing will stop me from becoming the World Heavyweight Champion; because I'm sure, no one would like to see the results, if I don't.

Bluhd slaps the microphone out of Jerry's petrified hand, knocking it to the ground with a rumble of static. Raige turns his back on Walters and marches down the corridor at Jerry, who's jaw has dropped, looking absolutely speechless over what he just heard. Vaughn takes a step forward and glances one more time at Walters and his shocked glare, unleashing a slight chuckle before following the gigantic Bluhd. Jerry just continues to watch them with a gaping mouth as a clap can be heard in the background. The clapping continues, and gets louder, and louder, and louder, until it is right behind Jerry Walters. The former commentator turns, setting his sights upon none other than "The Dark Man" Desolation. He has a rather stone like expression on his face, his features frozen as he watches Bluhd Raige just walk away, stopping directly beside Jerry and continuing to clap his hands several times. Walter, in confusion, just holds out the microphone to him.

Desolation: You know Jerry, some people actually have the audacity to call me ego centric, well, I think Bluhd Raige just took the award in that category, and the worse thing is, he doesn't even deserve to have an ego.

The Dark Man shakes his head as the camera zooms in upon his still frozen features.


ROBIN BROOKS VS. THE MITCHELL COUSINS


Dan: IS HE SERIOUS!?!

Tim: Oh man, that is bad news, bad news indeed, Bluhd Raige threatening to well, burn Mark Comeau alive if he doesn't win the World title tonight. This is a depraved act, by a depraved, and sick human being.

Douglas: Let's trying to focus on the action, as hard as it may be.

The lights dim as some slap bass roars forth from the ULW speakers. Primus' "My Name Is Mud" fills the arena as Crazy Eddie Mitchell steps out from the backstage area along side Travis Mitchell, accompanied by their sister Nicole. A large explosion of pyros take up the stage behind them. Nicole waves a confederate flag as Crazy Eddie hoists the Mitchell family trademark brick into the air, recieving a smattering of cheers and boos from the surrounding audience, Travis threatening some of the front row fans who are booing quite loud. They stride boldly to ringside, Nicole planting the flag pole proudly on one ring post as Eddie and Travis roll into the ring, Crazy Eddie standing up and pointing at his gold medal. He takes it off, kissing it and kneeling reverently in the corner, before turning back to the ring and warming up to face the opposition. Travis jumps onto one of the corners and begins to shout at the fans in his deep country accent.

Travis: Don't me beat the sanity inta ya.

More boos with the odd cheers flow from the fans at the sight of these off beat Mitchell's, who stride to the center of the ring and begin to discuss their impending stategy, Nicole standing on the outside and waving to some of the male fans who are making cat calls in her direction.

Douglas: Here are those crazy Mitchell's, coming out here for what perhaps could be a handicap match now that Robin's partner was taken out of the equation.

Tim: I still can't believe, that for all intnensive purposes, the Mitchell's out smarted Robin Brooks, that's like an oxymoron or something.

The arena lights dim, as 'Rumour' by Lindsey Lohan blasts out of the P.A system, prompting the capacity crowd to rise to it's feet and cheer the arrival of the ULW star. Fireworks shoot into the air from the stage, exploding above the ring, as Robin walks out onto the stage, a broad smile on her face, taking a moment to stop and wave to the fans in attendance. The entire arena is just going nuts at the sight of her, with both tag team title straps over her shoulders. She doesn't have Killjoy at her side on this occasion once again, the new Vengeance General Manager perhaps dealing with some rather important business. Robin steps towards the ring with the tag team title belts over her shoulders as the crowd continues to scream for her, sticking out their hands as she passes. Brooks slaps everyone's palm that she can as he marches towards the ring and then rolls in under the ropes, hopping onto her feet. She lungs into the air several times, getting herself ready for the impending confrontation and then blowing a big kiss to the sold out European crowd, which is absolutely eating it up. The Mitchell's stand behind her with their arms crossed, Travis chewing on a piece of tabacoo and spitting it on the canvas while Robin turns towards them, looking abnormally confident, determined to prove these kooky cousins wrong.

May: As you said earlier tonight Dan, I think Robin Brooks has definitely allowed her pride to get the better of her this evening. Coming out here in a handicap match to take on the Mitchell's is not a very smart idea, even if your like a legend like Kingdom or something.

Douglas: Robin is a very tough young woman, and she has picked up a lot of huge wins lately, but I think she may have bit off more than she can chew.

Tim: Can you imagine taking a bite out of the Mitchell's, they probably taste like grease and refried beans.

Dan: Ooookay.

Robin hands her tag belts over to the official when suddenly, Crazy Eddie rushes out of the corner with the brick in hand, lobbing it in the direction of Brooks' head. Robin sees it coming and cuskf orward, avoiding the wild shot, Crazy Eddie stepping forward and then turning around to face Brooks, who steps forward and launches a forearm into his chin, followed by another shot, and then a third. The blows knock Crazy Eddie backwards before Robin pulls her hand back and delivers a sick chop straight across his chest, causing Eddie to turn around in a circle before setting his sights upon her once more, only to receive a second chop, knocking him backwards into the ropes. Eddie makes sure his nipples are still attached as Brooks grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring, yet Mitchell reverses the Irish whip, instead sending Robin to the other ropes. She bounces off of them back first and then comes charging in at Crazy Eddie, who drops down to the canvas across his chest and stomach, Robin jumping over him and continuing into the opposite ropes. She springs into the air and lands on the middle one feet first, using it to spring off and backwards into a moonsault, straight at the laid out Crazy Eddie, who quickly rolls over sideways into the direction of Robin, avoiding the move. Brooks in turn, lands feet first on the canvas instead, changing up her move at the last second when Crazy Eddie rises to his feet and then charges in quickly. Robin catches him with a huge arm drag take over, causing Crazy to flip over forward and crash across his back, before he immediately, and with great anger, rises to his feet and charges in once more. As he does so Brooks catches him under the arm and connects with a second deep arm drag, flipping Crazy Eddie over onto the canvas as he crashes onto his back with a hard thud. Crazy rushes to a standing base, seemingly not learning his lesson as he charges in at Brooks again, who catches him under the arm for a third hip toss, but Mitchell flips out of it this time, landing on his feet rather gracefully before pointing at his temple and shouting at the booing fans that they should be cheering how incredible that counter just was. He turns back around to Brooks, who shrugs her shoulders and catches him under the arm, delivering a third arm drag over onto the canvas. She pushes Crazy Eddie up onto his posterior and folds his arm over backwards into the top wrist lock now, positioned right beside his slender, 180 pound body. Crazy grinds his teeth in pain as he finds himself in this submission by Brooks, immediately beginning to push himself up onto his feet though as Travis shouts at his Cousin in anger, Nicole pleading from the outside of the ring for him to do something worthwhile. Robin stands up, keeping Crazy Eddie's arm folded over backwards as they both reach an upright base before the Mitchell lifts his free hand into the air and slaps down on the biceps of Brooks that is holding him in this submission. He knocks her arm away and then spins around to her side, slapping on a side headlock submission and in turn wearing a grin upon his face, feeling as if he's accomplished something.

Douglas: Brooks and Crazy Eddie Mitchell trading submissions here, I'm surprised that these Mitchell's even know what chain wrestling is.

Tim: Well, up in those hills, they probably wrestled one another all the time, probably over who'd get the last shot of moonshine, or who's eye would get to see through the peak hole during one of Nicole's showers. Ewww, I just grossed myself out oddly enough.

Crazy Eddie continues to squeeze the neck of Robin who suddenly throws a forearm into his lower back, followed by another shot, and then a third. Robin begins to swing her body around slowly, grabbing the arm of Crazy Eddie in the process, while placing her foot to the back of his knee. She pushes him down into a kneeling base and then swings her body out of the side headlock, extending the arm of Eddie out to his side, applying an arm ringer as the fans begin to cheer the quick counter. Crazy Eddie appears peeved as he stands up straight, trying to free his arm from the submission when he suddenly folds over backwards, doing almost a back headstand flip over onto his feet before he steps forward and under the arm of Brooks, grabbing a hold of her's in the process, folding it up behind her back into the hammerlock. Robin grinds her teeth from the pain coursing through her arm, Eddie really wrenching the submission in when Brooks charges forward, straight at one of the turnbuckles. She steps up each rope and then flips over backwards, over the shoulder of Crazy Eddie, landing on her feet behind his back, and then rolling him up into a pinning predicament.

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Crazy Eddie kicks out, in the process, launching Brooks forward into the turnbuckle. She jumps into the air and lands feet first on the second rope, turning around to face Crazy Eddie and then jumping off at him with a second rope cross body attempt. Crazy Eddie catches her thoughh in mid air, pushing her down ribs first directly into his knee, connecting with a lung blower that causes Robin to stand up straight, placing her arms over her mid-section and shouting in pain. Crazy Eddie rushes backwards into the ropes immediately after hitting his move, bouncing off of the cables and then rushing right back at Brooks, who side steps him suddenly and connects with a huge hip toss over onto the canvas. She immediately spins around and folds the arm of Eddie over backwards into the top wrist lock once more. The fans begin to cheer what they've witnessed, realizing that Robin has got this thing right back to square one. Crazy Eddie rolls over backwards immediately, getting onto his feet as Brooks remains kneeling holding onto his arm in the process. Eddie spins around, placing his leg over the head of Brooks and then stepping over her completely as he frees his arm and reverses the waist lock, folding her arm around behind her back into the hammerlock once again. The fans boo at the sight of this, Crazy Eddie showing off his technical expertise, which have the fans rather shocked as a result. Brooks stands up slowly, trying to free her arm from the submission before she reaches back and wraps her arm around the neck of Crazy Eddie. She has him in almost a snapmare position before she pushes herself up with her legs, elevating her body up into the air and then dropping down to the canvas. She snapmares him over onto the canvas, Crazy Eddie flipping over and landing back first on the ring before he rolls into his corner. Travis reaches over the ropes and slaps his partner's shoulder, Crazy Eddie glaring at Robin in shock. Brooks is shouting for Travis to just bring it, demanding that he do so in fact.

Dan: Look at this, look at Robin Brooks.....

Tim: You don't have to tell me twice.

Douglas: I meant, look at her agility and fire going into this handicap match.

Robin rises to her feet as Travis rushes across the ring with a very angry look on his face. He throws a lariat at Brooks who steps under it, getting around behind his back. Travis rushes into the ropes quickly, realizing Brooks is right behind him, bouncing off of the cables and charging back at Robin, who bends forward quickly. Travis turns his back towards her, placing his spine to her back as Robin stands up and pushes him over surprisingly. Travis lands on his feet and rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of the cables and being launched forward straight at Robin, who springs into the air and connects with a picture perfect dropkick straight to the face of Mitchell. The shot knocks him off of his feet as Brooks lands on her hands and knees, immediately springing onto her feet in a very emotional state as the crowd cheers on the sight of the stiff and crisp dropkick that has sent Travis through a loop. He rolls over sideways onto his feet and then stands up when Robin bounces off of the ropes and comes back in going into a huge tornado clothesline when Travis gets his foot up, straight into the biceps of Brooks. She lowers her arm and shouts in pain, spinning away from Travis in the process before turning back to face the Mitchell, who steps forward and up the back of Robin as he connects with a step up enzugari straight to the back of her head. Robin flips over, crashing onto her back as a result of the blow, grabbing her noggin from the tremendous impact. Travis stands up straight and begins to show boat once more, pointing at the fans and shouting at them to show the Mitchell's some damn respect, demanding that the city homos in the front row shower him with praise. Robin begins to push herself up onto her knees when Crazy Eddie enters the ring and drops a double axehandle to her back, knocking her down to the canvas once more and then standing up, laying in with boots to the back of Brooks' head repeatedly. The referee steps in, demanding that Crazy Eddie back out of the ring as he looks ready to spit chewing tabacoo in his eyes yet stops and slides through the ropes, surprisingly playing by the rules to a degree. Robin gets onto her elbows and knees when Travis steps in, kicking her straight to the ribcage, the shot knocking her over onto her back. Travis bends over, beginning to shout down into her face.

Travis: This rings for men, woman, you don't have the balls for this.

Travis raises his arm into the air, dropping the point of her elbow directly into the chest of Robin, causing her lower body to kick up into the air before the Mitchell rises to his feet and extends his leg, dropping it straight across her throat. Robin kicks her legs into the air before Travis stands up and steps towards the turnbuckle nearest to Brooks, beginning to scale it. He gets to the second rope, turning around to face Robin before diving off and across the ring, dropping head first straight into the chest of Robin, causing her lower body to kick up into the air as a result of the collision. Travis rises to his feet, smirking from ear to ear as he gets this contest in the Mitchell's firm control. He grabs Robin by the hair and drags her to her feet, slapping on a front gantry and then dropping back into a straight snap suplex, floating over into the pin immediately afterwards.

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Robin gets her shoulder off of the canvas at the last second. She rolls over onto her side as Travis shouts in anger, grabbing Robin by the shoulder and pulling her over onto her back once again, burying his elbow straight into her throat, placing her in a pinning predicament once more.

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Robin kicks out defiantly as Travis shakes his head in anger, standing up straight and grabbing Brooks by the hair. He pulls her up onto her knees and then stands her up straight, scooping her up into the air and then driving her down viciously into the canvas across her back. Brooks arches her spine from the canvas and shouts in pain as Travis rushes into the ropes, bouncing off of them and then comes charging back in, jumping high into the air and extending his knee outward, dropping it down straight into the forehead of Robin. Her body kicks upwards once more as she rolls over onto her side, placing her hands over her forehead. Travis stands up straight, stepping over Brooks and once again shouting down into her face several times as he begins to slap her on the back of the head, adding insult to injury. Brooks defiantly rises to her knees though and throws a forearm into the gut of Travis. She throws another shot into his stomach, followed by another blow, and then a fourth, trying to force herself up onto her feet. The crowd is all cheering their heads off as Travis is knocked backwards, Brooks standing up straight and launching a shot into his jaw, followed by another blow, which stumbles Mitchell. She throws another forearm into the jaw of Travis, rocking him backwards before she steps backwards and then jumps forward at her opponent, lifting her leg into the air for a huge heel kick when Travis catches her across his chest. He drags her down violently, kidneys first directly into his knee, hitting a brutal back breaker as the fans unleash a loud groan at the sight of the collision. Robin bounces off and lands on her elbows and knees, shouting in absolute agony as a result of the tremendous blow to her spine, the Mitchell's still controlling this contest.

Douglas: Oh, what a back breaker by Travis Mitchell, these Mitchell cousins seizing control of this intense handicap match.

Tim: It was only a matter of time before the numbers game took advantage of this one.

Brooks remains on her elbows and knees when Travis steps forward and jumps high into the air, coming down with a back first senton splash across the lower spine of Robin. She wails in pain as a result, rolling over onto her side and reaching for her kidneys while Travis sits up on the canvas, taking several deep breaths, enjoying the process of taking it to Brooks, realizing that if he wins this contest he'll have a shot at the tag team titles. Travis drags Robin to her feet, pulling her in the direction of his corner where Crazy Eddie is eager for the tag, almost begging for it. He reaches out and slaps his hand before lifting Brooks into the air and driving her down to the canvas with another hard scoop slam, targeting her spine. Robin rolls over onto her chest and stomach, gripping her lower back in agony as Travis points towards the turnbuckle, Crazy Eddie beginning to scale it as he gets all the way to the top rope, staring directly down at Robin, who is still lying across her stomach. Crazy Eddie flies off into a huge 450 splash, straight across the lower back of Brooks, causing her to shout out in anguish, her kidneys area the main source of the Mitchell's onslaught. Brooks is almost spitting up blood from the impact as Crazy Eddie stands up straight, grabbing the soul holder of the tag belts by the hair and pulling her up onto her posterior. He grabs both of her wrists and pulls back on them while dropping down with his knee placed straight to her spine, locking her in almost a modified surfboard submission, the crowd booing as a result of this hold being perfectly locked in by Crazy Eddie. The Mitchell cousin chuckles to himself through the process of holding the submission in tightly, really digging his knee as deep into her spine as possible. Robin screams in pain as she shakes her head back and forth, refusing to tap out to the pain though which is coursing through her small frame, she refuses to tap out though, to give into the pain. As a result, Crazy Eddie releases her wrists and places his hands on her shsoulders, standing up straight and dropping down knee first directly into her lower back, the crowd groaning the collision. Robin's eyes welt with pain as Crazy Eddie keeps his knee to her spine, pulling back on her arms once again, applying the version of the surfboard once more, continuing to target her lower back. The referee bends forward, inquiring as to rather or not she refuses to submit as Brooks shouts "no" refusing to give into these chauvanistic pigs, the Mitchell's not being satisfied until they hear her scream those two magic little words, "I Quit." Brooks will not allow herself to feed into their egos though, starting to push herself up onto her feet, trying to get both of her legs beneath her. Crazy Eddie shakes his head, unable to believe this, unable to accept the fact that Robin is about to get out of this hold. Robin stands up straight, her back absolutely killing her as she begins to turn her body, Eddie still holding onto both of her wrists, refusing to let her go as much as Brooks persists to get herself free. Robin turns around out of it, only for Crazy Eddie to wrap his arm around her waist, lifting her up into the air and then dropping her back first directly across his knee with a canadian backbreaker. Robin bounces off the knee and drops onto her side, screaming out in pain from the collision to her kidney area.

Tim: Ohhh, another back breaker, the Mitchell's are just relentlessly targeting the small of Robin's spine. She may not even be able to walk after this one.

Douglas: This is not right, this is not right whatsoever. Robin Brooks came out here on her own and is just being picked apart by these Mitchells.

Tim: She asked for it, and now she's getting it.

Robin remains spread across her side, reaching for her kidneys when Crazy Eddie stands up and approaches his partner, slapping the hand of Travis, who enters the ring rather quickly. He pounces upon the body of Brooks, dropping his elbow into her kidneys and causing her to collapse onto the canvas once more, Travis immediately rolling over onto his hands and knees. He stands up straight and then falls knees first into her lower back, wrapping his hand around her jaw and her leg, falling over backwards onto the canvas. He gets onto his back and pushes Brooks up into the air, folding her over his knees with the bow and arrow stretch. The fans are booing once more, everyone enraged at the sight of Travis holding Brooks in this submission, pushing her up and down repeatedly, chuckling to himself in the process, showing his dominance, and the dominance of the Mitchell clan. Robin shakes her head with sweat dripping from her body, screaming in pain as the anguish flows through her kidney area. Brooks is still screaming out, vocalizing her anguish as Travis continues to place the pressure on her back, to do damage to her spine, allowing her no escape whatsoever. Robin grabs the hands of Travis wrapped around her chin, trying to pull it away to the best of her abilities before she's able to pull it up to her teeth. She begins to sink them into his flesh as Travis begins to yell out in pain, breaking the lock as Brooks flips over backwards off of his knees. She lands on her feet somehow, rushing backwards into the ropes and gripping her spine throughout the process, bouncing off of them and then coming back at Travis, who stands up straight and suddenly catches her with a tilt a whirl, straight into a backbreaker. A groan fills the arena as Brooks stands up straight, reaching for her kidney area and shouting out in pain as Travis gets to his feet in front of her and then charges in, delivering a sickening running STO, almost flipping Robin over backwards as a result. She crashes across the back of her head and her spine as Travis rests at her side, taking several deep breaths with sweat racing down Mitchell's features. He looks very exhausted, yet rises to his feet and grabs Robin by the hair, sitting her up on the canvas and then dropping down once more, burying his knee into her spine and then grabbing both of her wrists, pulling back on her arms, applying a surfboard variation, much like Crazy Eddie had her in earlier. Robin shouts out in pain, agony flowing through her lower back as Travis shows a rather pugnacious, evil glint in his eyes, really enjoying inflicting this type of pain upon Brooks, his knee deeply planted into her spine.

Dan: Robin once again trapped in that modified surfboard type hold, I don't know how she's able to hold on this match for such a long length of time.

Tim: PMS, it can make woman very persistent, and hard to ration with.

Sweat streams down the face of Brooks, who is still shaking her head, relentlessly holding onto the hope that she can come back and defeat these Mitchell's, even with the agony in her lower back. She begins to push herself up though, Travis' eyes filling with shock and disbelief. He begins to shake his head back and forth as Brooks begins to stand up straight, getting her feet beneath her and starting to turn her body with all of her strength, trying her best to free her wrists from the grasp of Travis, who already had to take his knee away from her spine. Robin continues to turn her body, both individuals shaking as they use all their intensity and power, Brooks suddenly turning to face the Mitchell cousin, who steps forward and delivers a knee into her gut, planting it straight to her ribs. Brooks bends forward, grinding her teeth in pain as Travis wraps his arms around her waist and then lifting her up into the air, directly on top of his shoulder, setting up for the train wreck back breaker. Robin begins to fight it though, twisting and turning her body as she slides off of the shoulder of Travis, landing on her feet behind his back . Travis spins around to face Robin, who jumps into the air, landing legs first onto his shoulders, setting up for the hurricarana when Mitchell places his hands to the back of Brooks' thighs, pushing her up and over his head. Brooks lands on her feet behind Travis, and then rushes forward, straight at Crazy Eddie, who is turned away from the ring, shouting at some of the fans. Robin drives her forearm into the back of his head, knocking Crazy Eddie off of the apron, sending him flying straight into the steel barricade, which he bashes off of violently. He falls onto his back as a result, Robin turns around to face Travis, who rushes at her with a great deal of anger. Brooks gets her foot up though and drives it straight to the jaw of Travis, connecting with the superkick, a stiff, crisp shot directly to his mouth. Travis is knocked off of his feet, directly onto his back as a result of the collision, the entire arena on its feet going nuts over what they just witnessed. Travis is out of it as Robin steps towards the corner, gripping her back in severe pain as she wraps her hands around the ropes, making her way up the turnbuckle. Nicole is pleading with Crazy Eddie to stand up, shouting at him to get into the ring before it's too late. Robin begins to stand up on the turnbuckle, getting to the top rope as she clutches her spine in absolute horrorific pain, setting up for the Flying Star (Shooting Star Press). She is about to fly when Nicole jumps onto the apron, grabbing the ankle of Brooks, wrapping her hands around it, refusing to let her fly off into the shooting star press, the fans vocalizing their fury.

Tim: Look at this, look at this, Nicole Mitchell keeping Brooks from taking flight.

Douglas: Why that little minx.

Robin bends forward and throws a right into the face of Nicole, knocking her off of the turnbuckle and to the mats below, the crowd going nuts as a result. Suddenly Travis steps up the turnbuckle in front of Brooks, scooping her up and placing her across his chest before she can respond. He suddenly flips over backwards, into a huge fall away slam moonsault off the second rope, Brooks crashing back first into the canvas with Travis landing on top of her with the moonsault. He gets up onto his knees and then falls into the cover on top of her, hooking her leg.

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No, Brooks gets her shoulder up, rolling onto her side and reaching for her spine, tears of pain almost rolling down her spine. Travis gets onto his knees, fury and frustration emanating from his frame as he stands up straight, and calls for the end, for the conclusion of this contest. He grabs Brooks around the hair and pulls her to her feet, turning her around to face him and bending her forward, stepping over her head and signaling for the Southern Destroyer (Flip piledriver). He is about to hit it as Crazy Eddie slides into the ring as well, anxious to see this one happen while clutching his chest in severe pain from the collision with the barricade. Robin is about to be hit with the move, the referee trying to get Crazy Eddie out of the ring. Brooks stands up straight though, back dropping Travis over her head, directly onto his back upon the canvas when Crazy Eddie rushes at Robin, who springs into the air and spins around into a huge spinning heel kick straight to his face. The shot sends Crazy Eddie into a backwards flip, crashing across his back upon the canvas, and then rolling over onto his chest and stomach, a dazed expression residing upon his shocked features. He rolls over onto his chest and stomach after the collision as Robin Brooks stands up straight, covered in sweat, and reaching for his kidneys in the process of standing tall. Robin rises to her feet, gripping her kidney area in incredible anguish as she begins to approach the turnbuckle one more, looking for another attempt at the Flying Star when Nicole Mitchell jumps onto the apron, shouting over the ropes straight at the tag title holder. Brooks looks at her for a second, shaking her head in shock before she spins around in a circle and connects with a hard kick straight to the gut of Nicole straight through the ropes. The shot knocks Nicole backwards off of the apron, collapsing upon the mats across her back as a result, the crowd going nuts as Brooks turns back towards the turnbuckle, approaching it once again. She begins to climb it while Travis begins to stand up straight, rushing up behind her as quickly as he can.

Douglas: Robin Brooks going up for the Flying Star once again, but Travis isn't going to let it happen.

Travis steps up behind the turnbuckle behind Robin, who is getting to the top rope, trying to set up for her finishing move as Mitchell grabs her around the waist. Brooks throws an elbow backwards into his face, followed by another shot, the blow knocking Travis off of the turnbuckle and sending him flying backwards onto the canvas, Brooks stands up on the top rope, gripping her lower back in anguish. She stands up straight on the turnbuckle and then flips over backwards into the Midnight Dreams (Moonsault), crashing right across the chest and stomach of Travis Mitchell. The fans are going nuts as Robin hooks the leg of Travis, the impact tremendous and the crowd going nuts, realizing that this could be it. The referee drops and makes the count while Crazy Eddie crawls towards his apron, calling for something from Nicole, who hands it to him, the Confederate flag.

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The entire arena goes nuts before Travis shoots his shoulder from the canvas, everyone booing furiously at the sight of Mitchell kicking out at the last second. Brooks sits up, appearing stunned that she didn't get the win, that she didn't pin her rivals, those dasterdally Mitchell cousins. Brooks stands up slowly, full of sweat as her eyes cut to Crazy Eddie, who is pushing himself up onto his elbows and knees, with the flag still clutched in his hands. Robin approaches him quickly, with a great burst of speed, looking enraged, looking all fired up for getting her hands on the Mitchell's, when Crazy Eddie spins around suddenly and slams the pole of the flag directly in the face of Brooks. The crowd screams as Robin is knocked off of her feet, the shot vicious and blatantly right in front of the official, who turns and calls for the bell immediately.

Tim: What the fuck!?!

Douglas: Crazy Eddie just laid out Robin Brooks with the confederate flag, surprisingly not the brick as usual. He just got his team disqualified as a result.

May: Don't these Mitchell's think before they act?

Dan: No, I think that's what makes them hillbillies.

Robin collapses onto her backs, placing her hands over her face after the vicious shot from the flag. Robin rolls back and forth, holding her face as a result of the collision, the crowd booing their heads off. Crazy Eddie stands up, glaring down at Robin with the flag still in hand, the crowd booing as a result of what just transpired. He lifts the flag pole into the air and brings it down over the back of Robin, causing her to crash onto her chest and stomach. Crazy Eddie steps backwards, lifting the pole into the air and beginning to wave the flag back and forth in the air, the fans booing as a result, while Travis gets to his feet, stepping towards Brooks. He maliciously begins to lay into her with boot shots, appearing furious, motioning for Robin to stand up straight. Brooks tries to get up when Crazy Eddie strikes her over the back with another flag pole shot. Nicole enters the ring, sliding across her stomach and standing up as she reaches into her pocket and retrieves the Mitchell family brick, sticking it out to Travis. He takes a hold of it, beginning to throw it up and down, catching it in his hand with a smile on his face.

Douglas: Oh come on, not another bricking, not another God damn bricking, this is disgusting.

Tim: Well, Brooks is about to have further brain damage with another brick shot to the cranium.

Robin is beginning to stand up, staggering and stumbling when suddenly from the back, rushes none other than Vengeance General Manager, Killjoy, clutching a steel chair within his grasp. He bolts down the ramp rather quickly, everyone hopping out of their seats.

Douglas: It's Killjoy, it's Killjoy!!

May: What the hell is he doing out here?

The Mitchell's turn and spot Killjoy, the former co-holder of the tag team titles, sliding into the ring with the steel chair clutched firmly within his hands. He stands up straight, lifting the chair into the air in a threatening fashion before Crazy Eddie and Travis drop to the canvas, as does Nicole, all three of them rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. Killjoy slaps the chair on the canvas, lifting it up and threatening the Mitchell's who surround the ring, marching towards the ramp with angry expressions on their faces. Travis points to the brick and then straight at Killjoy who is nodding his head, threaning to take the chair to his skull, still protecting Robin. Brooks stands up straight, clutching the back of her head from the flag pole shots, also pointing up the ramp at the Mitchell's. She turns towards Killjoy, who wraps her arm around the neck of Brooks, pulling her in close and giving her a kiss on the forehead before turning his furious sights back to the Mitchell's, who progress in reverse up on the ramp.

Tim May: Killjoy coming to the aid of his girlfriend Robin Brooks, boy this situation is really heating up between them and the Mitchell's.

Douglas: This is a powder keg, ready to explode.


BACKSTAGE


The crowd screams, buzzing with excitement at the sight of Nathan Creed, the former Livewire Champion residing in one of the backstage corridors. He moves forward down the hall, wrapping his wrist with black tape for the impending four way Livewire title ladder match. Nathan continues to move down the corridor, more centered than ever before while rubbing his hand over the knot on his head, caused by that brick shot from the Mitchell's several days ago. He finally stops his forward progression, coming to a stop beside a door marked "Nathan Creed," extending his hand out to knock upon it, appearing rather agitated throughout the process.

Nathan: Hey Krissie, come on, the ladder match is coming up next, we've got to get out there.

Nathan waits impatiently for a reply from the other side of the doorway, from within his dressing room, which he is locked out of.

Krissie: I'll be out in a moment sweety, I've got to find the right dress to match your ring gear, or we'll throw the entire balance off. P>Nathan rolls his eyes, looking up at the ceiling and sliding his hands down his face in an exasperated, truly annoyed fashion. He mouths the words Krissie just said before placing the tip of his elbow to the door and leaning head first against the palm of his hand.

Creed: Hey babe, why don't you let me come in there and help you find the right dress?

Krissie: I know your not making sexual references out there Nathan, you've got a match to get ready for dammit, stop goofing around, and being an idiot.

Krissie replies with a shrill tone of voice, Nathan releasing a sigh of despair as he runs his hand over his face, perhaps not liking how controlling Krissie has become in concerns to his wrestling career.

Nathan?

Creed is jarred by the voice behind him, causing the former Livewire Champion to spin around, his eyes centering on his father Colin. The crowd has a loud reaction at the sight of Nathan's dad, who has been unable to even get a word in with his son over the past few weeks, ever since Krissie spelled Nathan's family out as a cancer to his career. Creed takes a deep breath at the sight of his father, realizing that even remaining before his father's sights, is breaking the strict guidelines that Krissie has laid down upon his career. Colin looks rather emotional at the sight of his son, wearing as usual, a VIP badge upon his chest.

Nathan: Dad, what are you doing here?

Colin tries to force a grin, keeping things as light hearted as possible.

Colin: Listen Nathan, I had to see you. Thus far, Krissie has been keeping us apart, she hasn't let me have even the slightest bit of time to talk to you.

Nathan once again rolls his eyes and crosses his arms defiantly.

Nathan: You know, Krissie warned me that this would happen, that you'd try to pin all my problems on her, and accept no responsibility for your actions, for the way you've effected my career.

Colin shakes his head, looking just as stubborn and defiant as his son.

Colin: That's ridiculous Nathan. I may have sidetracked you a bit from your goals, my problems, my demons may have come back to haunt you, but come on, I'm your family, I'm your own father. All I'm doing now, all I care about now, is your well being, and if I thought I was in any way hurting your career, or intentionally getting you hurt, then I'd step away, I'd step out of your life for good.

Nathan just glares at him, perhaps his words starting to resonate within his head, having some type of effect upon the Future.

Colin: I've been trying to get you away from Krissie for the longest time just so you'll be able to listen without that devil woman honing in and ruining everything.

Nathan steps up towards Colin in a threatening fashion.

Nathan: Hey, that's my girlfriend Dad, that's the woman I love that your talking about, and the only person who's actually given any care whatsoever about my career.

Colin puts his hands up in defense and nods his head in a remorseful fashion.

Colin: Okay, I'm sorry Son, I didn't mean to step over the line. But you've got to start seeing her for what she is. What type of woman keeps a man from talking to his own family, and says it's for his best interest? What type of woman would keep you from coming out to help your own brother, to keep him from being destroyed like he was at the hands of the Empire two weeks ago? Don't you see what she's doing to you Nathan? She's trying to make you into something your not, she's turning you into a tool Nathan, a tool! You should have been there to help your brother and you know it. Blood is thicker than anything.....

Krissie: What the hell is this!?!

Krissie steps out from her dressing room, glaring back and forth at Nathan and Colin, appearing outraged that the two are conversing with one another. Nathan spins around to face her, an apologetic expression on his face, while Colin wears a look of dread and despair.

Krissie: What are you doing, talking to that old senile fool? You know you have a ladder match tonight, why aren't you concentrating on it instead, and allowing this bag of hot air to get your head again?

Colin: Hey, who you calling a bag of hot air you winch? I'm only here to support my Son.

Krissie: More like kill his career. But you don't care right, as long as you can sink your meaty little hooks into him a little longer, as long as you can exploit him for his money and his notoriety.

Colin: That's ridiculous!

Nathan turns his head back and forth in a frantic fashion, almost about to lose it as the two most important people in his life continue to go at it in this heated debate.

Nathan: ENOUGH!

Creed sticks his hands out in the direction of Krissie and Colin, both of them falling quiet immediately, both a little surprised by his outburst.

Creed: I'm already sick of this crap. Listen, if you two can't get a long, then I'm going to that ring by myself tonight, at least there maybe I'll finally get some peace, which is an ironic thing to say.

Nathan steps around Krissie, making his way down the hall as the young woman turns, trying to grab him by the shoulder.

Krissie: Oh baby, come on, don't be that way.

Nathan will have none of it, just continues to walk down the corridor before Krissie turns her deceitful eyes in the direction of a flustered Colin.

Krissie: This is all your fault.

Colin: My fault!?!

Krissie: Yeah, you're destroying your son's career again, and you don't eve....

Colin puts his hands up in front of him, having had enough as he turns and walks away, fed up with taking this vicious verbal onslaught from Krissie McMorris. She keeps her eyes upon him, full of rage.

Krisse: Yeah, walk away, that's what your good at isn't it?

She is left shaking her head as Colin marches down the opposite way of the corridor as Nathan, Krissie huffing and puffing as she turns around to begin walking after Nathan. She stops, unleashing a slight squeal as she jumps back, her eyes locked on Jackson Adams, causing the crowd to boo rather viciously at the sight of the Empire member, who is leaning casually shoulder first against the white wall. He stares Krissie up and down slowly with a smirk on his face, Krissie appearing perplexed by his leering eyes.

Krissie: Now what do you want?

Krissie tries to sound tough towards Jackson, attempting not to showcase any signs of weakness. Adams just continues to grin from ear to ear, a sensually observe the woman before him.

Jackson: You know, sweetness, if Nathan doesn't want you at ringside, maybe you'd like to accompany me to the ring, and then maybe follow me to my van parked out back for a little, well you know.

Krissie glares in a repulsed state directly into the face of the cocky and charismatic Adams before finally turning away from the Empire member, strolling off in an angry, outraged fashion. Jackson just watches her leave with his grin only growing.

Jackson: You know, I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go.


DESOLATION VS. JACKSON ADAMS VS. NATHAN CREED VS. RIVER ANGELUS


The crowd is standing on its feet, discussing the impending contest amongst one another, truly looking forward to the action they are about to witness. Ladders remains set up on each and every barricade, as well as continuing to line the isle way. They range from tallest, right in front of the entry ramp, and gradually decreasing in height as one progresses closer towards the ring.

Dan Douglas: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to ringside, and as you can see, we are set up for the fatal four way ladder match, to crown an undisputed Livewire Champion.

Tim May: Oh man, I am so pumped and energized for this one, what a spotfest this is going to be. We all saw what happened the last time we had a four way ladder bout at War of the Worlds, which ironically involved both Nathan Creed and River Angelus. The match was nothing short of spectacular.

Douglas: Indeed, it was a stupendous contest, and I wonder if this next four way ladder match will live up to it?

May: It better, or we're going to have a shit load of disappointed fans.

The arena lights dim and lightning flickers on the Jumbotron as a bell tolls softly. The opening guitar of Freak13's "New Orleans" plays softly, suddenly jumping up in tempo and volume as a single pyro charge detonates in the middle of the ramp, smoke covering the entry ramp. Through the fog Desolation slowly walks, pausing at the top of the ramp, his eyes slowly scanning over the arena crowd before raising and single fist into the air.

Douglas: And there's the Dark Man himself, Desolation, a former ULW World Heavyweight Champion, a man who really solidified his stupendous career, waging an epic campaign against Orlando Cruze. But it's taken almost a whole year for us to see him step back into this ring once more in order to compete for a title, especially one with the prestige of the Livewire Championship.

Tim: Desolation requiring surgery for an arm injury, but coming back with a reinvigorated passion for this industry, demonstrating so by going undefeated since his return.

Desolation steps back and forth, preparing himself mentally and physically for the contest that lies ahead, his eyes shifting upward to the Livewire title belt, which shimmers as it hangs above the ring.

The lights dim low in the ringside area and Black lights begin to illuminate the ringside area instead. area as Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day plays over the arena's sound system we see Jackson Adams walk out onto the stage with a cocky looking smirk on his face. He raises his hands in the air seemingly showing off his physique as the black lights illuminate the word Spectacular running down the right leg of his synthetic leather pants. He walks down the aisle with a cocky strut showing off to some fans before he reaches the reaches the ring.

Tim: The young, verile, and might I dare say, even devilishly handsome Jackson Adams coming out here, and we know there is no love loss between himself and Desolation.

Douglas: Actually, have these guys even stepped into the ring against each other, ever?

May: I don't know, it just makes things seem climatic to create false background stories, wouldn't you agree?

Dan: Of course not.

Jackson in a cocky fashion points in the direction of Desolation, who appears poised for the attack, Adams remaining on the apron however in order to keep space between them both. 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, with his ribs still taped up as a precaution after the attacks over the last month. Various sedated images from Nathan's matches, and more memorable promo's, air on the Titantron. As Nathan almost reaches the ring the music kicks up a gear again with the chorus

Douglas: You mentioned one of the two men who were involved in the first four way ladder match at War of the Worlds, well, here he is, perhaps the greatest living submission specialist in the game today, Nathan Creed.

Tim: Yeah, Nathan is an incredible athlete, but what the hell has he done in the past few months? Thank God Krissie has got him back on the right track, and back into competition for the Livewire title.

Douglas: Well, that's a different story for a different day, I'd actually have a varying opinion of what Krissie is exactly up to, but this match is what is important right now.

May: I swear, if you refer to Krissie as a Jezebel, I'll leave right now.

Dan: You say that like it be a bad thing.

Nathan steps towards Jackson, who turns to point straight down at him before motioning back to himself, exuding pure confidence from his every pour. Nathan remains on the mats, pointing straight up at him, motioning that Jackson's time has come, seemingly fired up after finally speaking with his father for the first time in almost a month earlier in the evening, and realizing that Adam's was indeed the man who put his own brother out of action. The lights turn off, and the titontron flickers with static, The Song Dead Cell by Papa Roach 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 pyrotechnic display happens at the entrance and River walks straight out, the Livewire title belt wrapped around his shoulder, 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 opened. And straight after this David helps Misty down and walks with her a few meters away from the ring.

Douglas: River Angelus finally making his return to the ULW for in ring competition.

Tim: You talk about people who haven't around for a long while, such as Desolation, well, River hasn't been seen in the ULW, since, ironically, the last time he was in a four way ladder match for the Livewire title.

Dan: It's great to have a talent such as Angelus back in the ULW, although he's had some controversial words for one Silencer.

May: Can you blame him? Silencer is ripe for controversy after all.

River continues towards the ring, pointing out over the crazed fans as Jackson keeps his back aimed to Desolation in the ring, remaining on the apron. He points down at Nathan, shouting in anger when the Dark Man rushes up behind him, jumping forward into a front dropkick straight to his upper back. The shot sends Jackson flying off the apron, straight into Nathan, collapsing on top of him and knocking both men down to the mats to a huge reaction from the crowd. Nathan rolls over immediately, getting to his feet with a shocked expression on his face, as does Jackson, both men shocked as they step towards one another, launching right hands into one another's faces. Jackson and Nathan continue to assault one another as River Angelus rushes into the fray. He pushes Nathan Creed aside and throws a right into the face of Jackson Adams, who appears caught off guard, being knocked backwards before Angelus hits him with another hard strike to the chin. Nathan steps towards River though and chops him violently across the chest, causing him to turn away in a circle, a pain ridden expression residing upon his face. He turns back around to face Nathan who continues to hit him with forearm shots to the side of the face while Jackson steps towards to the ring rather quickly. He hops onto the apron when Desolation steps towards, him, beginning to step in only for Adams to bend forward and launch his shoulder through the ropes, straight into the gut of the Dark Man.

Desolation bends forward, clutching at his mid-section when Jackson stands up straight, reaching his arms over the ropes and placing the former Champion in a front facelock. He seems to be setting up for a vertical suplex when Desolation spins around out of the hold and lifts his foot into the air, swinging around into a hard, brutal, stiff buzzsaw kick straight to the gut of Jackson Adams. The shot causes him to bend forward, gripping his stomach in severe pain, while the fans groan the sound of the incredible impact. Jackson's head remains through the ropes when Desolation charges at the ones to his side, springing into the air and landing feet first on the second cable. He bounces off and turns around in mid air, connecting with a stiff springboard buzzsaw kick straight to the side of Adams' face, the fans cheering their heads off as a result. Adams falls chest and throat first over the middle rope when Desolation rushes backwards into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring as Jackson. He bounces off and comes back in at Jackson, who stands up slightly suddenly. He puts his head under the posterior of Desolation and then stands up straight, back dropping him over the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Nathan and River are still fighting it out, before they stop and look up at the last second, Desolation crashing down violently on top of them. The fans begin to cheer at the sight of this, everyone putting their hands together as Nathan, Desolation and River all collapse onto the outside mats.

Douglas: Ohhh, Desolation went for something, but was back dropped to the outside of the ring by Jackson Adams, what a great counter, and surprisingly, I don't even think it hurt the Dark Man, thanks to him landing on top of Nathan and River.

May: That was a very intense fall by Desolation, this thing not waiting to get crazy already.

Desolation rises to his feet as does Nathan and River, all trying to be the man to beat the other to a standing base. Creed throws a right hand, which Desolation ducks, causing him to strike River Angelus across the face, who was standing behind him. He switches behind the back of Nathan in the process, wrapping his arms around his waist, setting up for a German suplex onto the hard black mats surrounding the ring. Nathan reaches back with his leg, wrapping it around Desolation's attempting to block the German before he switches around with his body, turning to face the Dark Man. In the process, he slaps on a front gantry, throwing knees upward into the gut of Desolation repeatedly, trying to weaken him for a snap suplex over onto the mats. Desolation pulls his head free though and connects with a sickening chop straight across the chest of Nathan, causing him to stagger backwards as he shouts in pain. Creed continues to stumble while River rises to his feet behind him, placing his back to the barricade. Desolation lifts his foot into the air and swings around with a spinning heel kick when Nathan ducks it, causing the boot of the Dark Man to strike the face of Angelus, knocking him over the barricade and into the crowd, the fans creating a loud ruckus as a result.

Desolation turns back around to face Nathan Creed, who grabs him by the back of the head and begins to launch right hands into the face of the Dark Man repeatedly, the two superstars really going at it as Jackson Adams stands up on the apron, shaking his head free of the cobwebs from that vicious kick still. He looks over his shoulder though and then jumps into the air, landing feet first on the middle rope and then springing off. He turns around in mid air, flying at Nathan and Desolation and crashing into then with a springboard pancha, that knocks all three men down to the mats once more. The crowd is going nuts at the sight of this, unable to withhold their respect for such a high risk move while the trio remain spread across the mats. River Angelus in the meanwhile, has gotten back to a standing base, rubbing his nose after that hard buzzsaw kick before he steps over the steel barricade. He immediately approaches Jackson Adams, who has pushed himself up onto his knees, kicking him hard to the side of the face, almost knocking him over in the process. He grabs Jackson by the hair and pulls him to his feet before dragging him in the direction of the ring, taking only a second to chop him viciously across the chest. Jackson shouts in pain as a result before Angelus grabs him by the hair and continues to pull him towards the ring, rolling him in under the ropes to the inside. Angelus jumps onto the apron and waits for Jackson to stand up, Adams crawling to the center of the ring throughout the process, trying to get his feet beneath him. He slowly reaches a standing base when Angelus springs onto the top rope and then flies off, soaring through the air and connecting with a brutal forearm strike straight to the chin of Jackson. The shot knocks him off of his feet and down to the canvas while River lands on the ring beside him, the crowd shocked by the fact that Angelus hasn't lost a step it seems, coming off the top rope with the same grace and poise that he's always shown.

Jackson is down but immediately rolls over onto his hands and knees, trying to force himself to a standing base only for the Empire member to be cut off with a shot to the jaw by Angelus, followed by another brutal right straight across the jaw. Jackson stumbles backwards in the direction of the ropes when Angelus kicks him to the gut and grabs him by the wrist, whipping him in the direction of the opposite ropes rather quickly. Jackson turns though, blocking the attempt and instead pulling River forward into a short arm lariat. Angelus ducks it and jumps forward, grabbing the back of CHB's tights, rolling him over in reverse into a school boy pin before standing up immediately and grabbing both of his legs. He places them under his arm pits, turning his back in the direction of the turnbuckle and then dropping in reverse, attempting to catapult Jackson into the corner. Adams flies forward and lands feet first on the second rope The crowd is surprised by the grace of Jackson's landing as he immediately begins to pull himself up onto the top rope, getting to it with his back still aimed towards the ring when River rushes up behind him. He steps up the turnbuckle and places his hand to the posterior of Jackson, shoving him forward, sending Adams flying off the top rope and over the mats, crashing chest first into the steel barricade. The crowd screams at the sound of the incredible impact, Adams being knocked violently down to the mats.

Tim: Oh man, talk about crashing and burning. CHB went for it all, but got nothing but barricade, that could crack someone's sternum.

Douglas: And it appears that River is about to throw caution to the wind as well.

Angelus begins to step up onto the top rope as he glares down at the body of Jackson, who is still spread across the mats, looking out of it after the brutal impact. River looks around at the fans, motioning for them to stand up, as they gladly do, everyone of them rising to an upright base, putting their hands together. Suddenly Nathan Creed rushes up the turnbuckle behind him, getting to the top rope and burying his shoulder into the spine of Angelus. He pulls him off the top rope, both men flying through the air and driving River down across his back into the canvas with a super back drop suplex. Angelus bounces off of the canvas rather violently, flopping into the air and flipping over onto his chest and stomach. The fans are still speechless over the vicious impact they just witnessed as Nathan Creed, all fired up, begins to rise to a standing base, turning around to face Desolation, who has entered the ring in front of him. Before he can even get his feet planted, Desolation steps in and delivers a stiff superkick straight to his chin, the crowd groaning at the sound of the incredible impact, which sends Nathan flying backwards across the ring. He crashes into the canvas, his arms and legs falling onto the canvas at his sides while Desolation bends forward, taking a breath, swept up into the quick, energetic start at which this contest has gotten off to.

Desolation stands up straight, pointing directly to the outside of the ring at the ladder to a huge reaction before River Angelus rushes up behind him, grabbing a hold of his outstretched, pointing arm and uses it to drag him down to the canvas. Before the Dark Man can stop it, he's forced to the canvas across his chest and stomach, River landing next to him, trying to apply the textbook fujiwara armbar upon him. Desolation grinds his teeth as his arm is almost ripped from its socket by the former Livewire Champion, River appearing determined to win back the title in his return match. Desolation rolls over forward though, getting onto his feet and charging into the ropes in front of Angelus. He turns around and strikes the ropes back first, coming at River, who sits up on the canvas and eats a double front dropkick straight to the face. The crowd screams at the tremendous impact of the dropkick, knocking River onto his back as a result, the fans screaming as a result of the tremendous collision. Desolation rolls over backwards, straight onto his feet as he stands up in front of the ropes, Nathan Creed suddenly bolting across the ring and hitting him with a stiff lariat, that knocks both men over the cables and to the outside of the ring. The two athletes crash upon the mats with hard force while on the other side of the ring, Jackson Adams has grabbed a ladder from off the barricade.

He picks it up and scurries towards the ring in a hurry with the metal object in his hands. He places it upon the apron and pushes the ladder into the ring, realizing that this could be his grand opportunity to scale the ladder and become the new Livewire Champion. Jackson grabs the ladder as he stands up, dragging it to the area directly under the gold, beginning to set up the foreign object, attempting to get it positioned under his belt perfectly. The ladder is placed right under the gold as Jackson glances back and forth with a worried look on his face, immediately beginning to make his way up the rungs.

Tim: Look at this, Jackson Adams sneaking in the back door, he may capture the Livewire title already.

Douglas: That be a shocker, for this match to end so quickly.

Jackson gets closer and closer to the top, getting about half way up when River Angelus steps around behind him. He reaches out with his hands, locking them about the ankle of Jackson Adams, trying to keep him from getting any higher to the best of his abilities. He reaches out and digs his hands deeply into the back of Jackson's tights, dragging him off the ladder, causing him to crash onto his back and then roll over in reverse in the direction of the ropes, his ankles falling over the bottom one as the crowd begins to cheer the impact. Angelus turns and begins to make his way up the ladder this time, trying to get to the top before any of his opponent's can recover, attempting to capture the belt as quickly as his slightly damaged body will allow. As he gets almost to the top, his eyes shift in the direction of one of the turnbuckles, Desolation surprisingly making his way up it, Nathan remaining on the outside mats.

Desolation jumps from the top rope quickly, flying over the canvas and connecting with a dropkick to the side of Angelus, the crowd responding in shock as River is knocked off of the ladder, sending him flying sideways. He lands throat and chest first on the top rope, bouncing off of it and then flipping over backwards almost, crashing into the canvas. Desolation lands on his hands and knees upon the canvas, rising to his feet rather quickly as he cradles his neck a bit, which seems to be persisting with pain after that lariat. He steps towards the ladder, still set up in the center of the ring, beginning to make his way up it now, attempting to reach the gold with this one window of opportunity. The fans are putting their hands together, hoping that Desolation can make it to the gold, that he can become the champion and solidify his epic return when Nathan Creed slides under the ropes and steps up behind him.

He rushes up behind Desolation, throwing a forearm into his lower back, and then delivering another violent shot, the Dark Man almost losing his grasp upon the rungs when the Future steps under him. He places his shoulders under the thighs of Desolation and wraps his arms around his waist, charging forward away from the ladder, the Dark Man seated on top of his shoulders. Nathan drops down to the canvas abruptly with a huge running sit-down powerbomb, driving the frame of Desolation into the canvas with incredible impact. Desolation arches his body off of the canvas while Nathan rolls over onto his knees, pushing the former World Champion off of him abruptly and then getting his feet beneath him. He approaches the ladder, shaking his head several times throughout the process before he takes the foreign object down from a standing base. Jackson Adams is currently pulling himself up in one of the corners, turning around and placing his back to it before he spots Nathan placing the ladder in front of his chest. Jackson rushes out of the corner quickly when Nathan turns and bashes the ladder hard into his face, knocking Adams down to the canvas with a great impact. The fans groan the sound of the impact before Nathan throws the ladder up onto his shoulder and then turns in the direction of River Angelus, who is forcing himself to a standing base.

Nathan rushes in with the ladder, driving the top of it, viciously into the face of Angelus, the shot knocking him off of his feet and down hard to the canvas. He immediately covers up his head, beginning to roll back and forth as a result of the brutal impact, almost busted open from the shot. Jackson rolls across the canvas, holding his chest after the impact as he begins to force himself to a standing base, in front of Desolation, who is utilizing the ropes to reach a standing base. Creed grips the ladder across his chest still when he turns around to face the backside of Jackson, who is trying his best to force himself onto his feet. Desolation suddenly charges into Jackson, who reaches out, placing his hands to the thighs of the Dark Man, elevating him up into the air, throwing him over his head in the direction of Nathan. Desolation turns in mid air though, connecting with a brutal dropkick to the ladder, driving it backwards into the body of Nathan Creed.

The ladder bounces off his sternum violently and knocks Nathan off of his feet and down to the canvas. His body is covered by the ladder as Desolation lands on his hands and knees at his side. Nathan continues to lie under the ladder as Desolation stands up, Jackson Adams turning to face him and then charging in quickly, only for the Dark Man to side step him and wrap his feet around the ankle of Adams. The crowd unleashes a loud roar as Desolation drop toe holds Jackson right on top of the ladder chest and face first, causing it to impact the ribs of Nathan as well. Both men begin to groan in pain as Adams bounces back up onto his knees, wrapping his arms around his chest in the process as Desolation rises to his feet in front of him. He steps to the side of Jackson and then connects with a sickening, stiff buzzsaw kick to the side of his temple. Jackson is knocked off of his knees and sent flying backwards across the canvas, the Dark Man controlling this ladder match with those stiff kicks of his.

Douglas: Desolation dominating this ladder match, taking it to Nathan Creed and Jackson Adams, in what has been an out of control battle thus far.

May: Those were some creative moves by Desolation to get him in the driver's seat here tonight, but he still has to set that ladder up and climb to the title.

Desolation grabs the ladder off of Nathan, who is lying on his side still, seething in pain. River Angelus pulls himself up in the corner across from the Dark Man, leaning back first against it, his arms keeping him standing as they rest over the ropes. Desolation steps towards him and throws the ladder hard, directly into the body of Angelus, the steel colliding with body reveberating through the sold out arena. The former World Champion takes a step back now, pointing out over the crowd with both hands before he turns in the direction of Nathan Creed, who is trying to force himself to a standing base. As he does, Desolation steps towards him, bending forward and burying his shoulder to the gut of Nathan, wrapping his arms around his waist as well, as if setting up for a northern lights suplex. He drops back quickly, snapping Creed over and sending him flying upside, back first into the ladder, his body striking it incredibly violently, driving it backwards into the body of Angelus as well.

Nathan lands on the ring across his chest and stomach, rolling over while the ladder still remains pressed against the body of River in the corner. The fans are on their feet, already piping in with a holy shit chant at the sight of what they just witnessed from Desolation, who does not seem prepared to quit his offensive flurry just yet, stepping into the opposite corner as River, who still has the ladder pressed against his battered body. Nathan pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, into a crawling position with his side facing the ladder as Desolation charges across the ring and steps off of Creed's back, using him as a springboard to launch himself at Angelus. River picks up the ladder at the last second and throws it directly into the body of the airborne Desolation, the sound of the collision echoing through the sea of humanity, which is crazed as they watch Desolation and the ladder fall to the canvas. Everyone is cupping their hands over their mouths at the sight of the tremendous move as River Angelus pulls himself up backwards onto the turnbuckle, standing up straight as he grips his ribs after those nasty collisions with the ladder. He waves his arms upwards, demanding that Nathan Creed stand up in the center of the ring, the former Anni World Champion rising to a standing base throughout the process.

He cradles his back after the suplex into the ladder when Angelus flies off the turnbuckle, flipping over the head of Nathan and grabbing him around the back of his neck, dragging him down to the canvas into the blockbuster. Nathan crashes into the canvas across the back of his head while River rolls over onto his hands and knees, now finding himself as the one in control of this intense, brutal ladder contest. He gets his feet beneath him and motions that it's time to end this thing already as he points straight at the down ladder, resting next to the pain ridden body of Desolation.. Before he can even begin to approach it, his shoulder is grabbed, Jackson Adams spinning him around and kicking him to the gut as he hooks up both of his arms, attempting to set up for the Amazing Expectations when River spins around out of the hold, turning around to face Jackson as he throws a lariat straight at him. Jackson ducks under it though and gets around behind his back, placing his hands to the spine of Angelus, shoving him forward into the ropes. River suddenly steps up the cables though, getting to the top rope and then jumping off as he spins around, soaring through the air and connecting with a huge lariat to the throat of Adams, hitting the Falling Angel to a huge reaction. Angelus rolls over onto his posterior before rising to his feet with a great deal of speed, trying to get up as quickly as he can, really going strong in his first match back when Desolation starts to stand up, grabbing the ladder which he was struck with.

He pulls it up in front of his chest and begins to set it up in one of the turnbuckles, placing one end of it across the middle rope and the other end on the perpendicular middle rope as well. He gets it perfectly positioned before turning around in the direction of River Angelus, who steps in and connects with a double knife edge chop across his chest. Desolation staggers backwards in the direction of the ladder when Angelus takes a step back and then delivers a faint superkick to the jaw of the Dark Man. The collision knocks him backwards into the ladder, causing him to collapse on top of it, laying out across it's surface, the steel structure still elevated above the ring as it rests on the perpendicular middle ropes. Angelus turns around in order to face none other than Nathan Creed, throwing a lariat only for the Future to step under it, transitioning around behind his back. He buries his shoulder into the spine of Angelus and lifts him up into the air for the back drop suplex when River floats over it, flipping through the air as a result and coming down with a reverse 450 double stomp straight to the stomach of Desolation as he remained positioned on top of the ladder. The crowd erupts at the sight of this, River bouncing off as a result and landing on his feet in front of Desolation, who remains stretched across the ladder in a dazed state. A holy shit chant begins as a result of the brutal collision.

May: Oh, what a heinous collision by River Angelus with that ladder and Desolation, that was one of the sickest things I've ever seen.

Douglas: That was insane, absolutely insane, Angelus doing some high risk type moves that I've never seen before.

On the other side of the ring, in the opposite turnbuckle as Desolation, Jackson Adams is pulling himself up backwards into the corner, standing on the second rope. Nathan Creed drags River Angelus up to his feet and grabs him around the neck, turning around to face the ropes and then elevating him into the air with what appears to be a vertical suplex. Instead he drops Angelus over the ropes from the vertical suplex position, sending him crashing to the outside of the ring. Jackson dives off of the turnbuckle is he standing upon, flipping forward in the process into a forward roll, straight into the direction of Desolation still positioned on the ladder. He flips forward out of the roll and comes down with a rolling thunder senton splash across the chest and stomach of Desolation while he remained on top of the ladder, getting a gigantic reaction from the sold out crowd. Adams falls backwards off of the ladder across the back of his head while Desolation lies on the ladder, showcasing signs of pain after taking those two, high risk, highly brutal move. Jackson rolls over onto his chest and stomach, gripping at his spine while Desolation falls off of the ladder, spilling onto the ring beside it. Nathan steps towards both men, a bit shocked by the brutal moves he just witnessed before he stomps down at Desolation, and then does the same to Jackson, really laying into them with his boots.

He turns around to face the ladder, reaching his arms out and grabbing a hold of it, sliding the object off of the cables and beginning to pull it in the direction of the title belt. He begins to set the steel structure up under the title belt, getting it well placed, perfectly positioned before starting up the steel structure. Several of the fans are standing, hoping that Nathan Creed reaches the title, that he becomes the Livewire Champion for the second time in his illustrious, long ULW career. He gets closer and closer to reaching the title when Jackson Adams rises to his feet, still gripping his lower back, starting around to the ladder beneath him. He starts up the steel structure, trying to reach Nathan, trying to keep him from taking away his shot of being champion. Nathan is getting closer and closer to the belt when Jackson throws a forearm into his lower back, followed by another abrupt, hard shot, which nearly causes Creed to lose his balance, to lose his positioning. Jackson steps up the rungs under him rather quickly, placing his head under the posterior of Nathan, facing the same direction as him before jumping off backwards. He pulls Nathan off of the ladder into a huge electric chair drop, slamming the body of Creed down to the canvas to the shock of the crowd. Everyone groans while Jackson sits up on the canvas, shouting in pain, Nathan doing the same as he arches his back from the canvas and reaches for his kidneys.

Both men remain spread across the canvas, their bodies racked with agony and anguish as Jackson rolls over onto his fist and knees, attempting to push himself up onto a standing base. He staggers as he steps in the direction of the ladder, taking it down out of the standing position. Jackson places the ladder down on the canvas and approaches Nathan Creed, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him physically in the direction of the foreign object. He opens the ladder up slowly and places the arm of Nathan inside of it, over top of the other half before grabbing the part he pulled up. He swings it down violently into the arm of Creed, sandwiching it in the ladder before pulling it up once again and then swinging it down into the biceps of Nathan, damaging his arm. The crowd is screaming in anger as Jackson lifts the ladder once more, swinging it down into the arm of Nathan and causing him to shout in pain as a result. Nathan's arm remains sandwiched between the ladder as Jackson stands up straight and begins to slap his chest several times, pointing out over the crowd in the process. They all boo rather heinously as a result before Jackson turns around in the direction of River Angelus, who has slid back into the ring across from him.

He rushes with a great burst of speed, straight at Jackson, who steps forward and bends down, back dropping the body of Angelus over his head, and sending him flying through the air. River comes down with a back drop straight onto the ladder, crashing spine first into and in turn, slamming it downward into the arm of Nathan as well. The fans begin to put their hands together as Jackson rolls across the ring, gripping his arm while River rolls off of the ladder, falling onto his side and gripping his kidney area in tremendous pain. Nathan's arm seems to be in incredible pain, rolling back and forth in pure anguish while Jackson Adams steps towards River, who is seated up, stomping him to the lower back several times. He reaches out with his hands, placing them on the shoulders of Angelus, dropping down with a hard knee strike straight to the kidney area of River. The former Livewire Champion begins to go into convulsions, his back absolutely ravaged with pain.

Jackson turns around and begins to approach Nathan Creed, who is resting across his chest, cradling his arm throughout the process. He grabs the arm of Nathan and extends it out over the canvas, Creed trying his best to fight it when Adams gets it extended out over the canvas and then drops down, knee first into the biceps of Nathan, causing him to shout out in pain. He flops up and down on the canvas, gripping at his arm and grinding his teeth in anguish. Jackson stands up, in firm control over both of his opponents, targeting both of their injured body parts before he steps towards the ladder, the ultimate instrument of pain and suffering within the bounds of this contest. He grabs a hold of it and begins to drag it towards the arena directly under the title, beginning to set up while Desolation begins to pull himself up the ropes, reaching for his ribs throughout the process, trying to stand up straight. Jackson gets the ladder set up perfectly under the swinging title belt, glaring up at it with a huge grin upon his face, realizing that the belt may truly be within his possession, starting up the rungs as fast as his slightly pain ridden body will allow.

Those in attendance are standing, booing rather viciously at the sight of Jackson Adams getting within a few inches of the title belt when Desolation steps around to the other side of the ladder, falling into it almost as he begins to scale rather quickly. He obtains a base on the ladder, going after Jackson by continuing to climb the opposite side. The fans begin to put their hands together as both men reach the top of the ladder, Jackson reaching out for the title belt, but his fingers falling short, barely tapping the golden luster when Desolation throws a right straight into his rib section. Adams bends forward, grinding his teeth as Desolation gets to the top, right in front of him, throwing a hard forearm straight into the side of his face. Jackson is almost knocked off, grabbing the top of the ladder in order to keep himself from tumbling to the canvas, before extending his hands outward, placing his fingers to the face of Desolation. He racks his eyes, almost causing the Dark Man to tumble to the ring below as he places his hands over his eyes, in obvious discomfort. Adams reaches out for the title once more when Desolation lifts his hand into the air and strikes an open hand chop straight across the chest of Jackson.

Adams covers up, grinding his teeth in pain when Desolation pushes himself up onto the top rung, reaching out and wrapping his arm around the neck of Jackson, grabbing him by the back of the tights as well, setting up for the inverted DDT off the top of the ladder. The crowd is screaming before Jackson hits him with a right hand, followed by another shot straight to the gut of the Dark Man, causing him to break the front gantry and bend forward. Jackson steps up onto the top of the ladder immediately, stepping over the head of Desolation, as he signals for what appears to be the sunset flip powerbomb. Right as he jumps forward, Desolation stands up straight, countering, sending Jackson Adams flipping over into a huge back drop, sending the Empire member flying through the air. He catches tremendous height before tumbling down upon the canvas with great velocity, the fans groaning before jumping up and down at the sight of the brutal collision, Jackson shouting in absolute agony as he pushes his lower back off of the canvas.

Douglas: Oh man, Jackson Adams took flight and took a bad impact with that ring.

May: That could have broke his back for Christ's sake, these guys seriously need to start holding back or something, otherwise they're going to kill one another.

Desolation glances over his shoulder, straight at the down body of Jackson Adams before a maniacal grin formulates across his face. The crowd raises in attention, realizing that Desolation is about to take flight as he extends his arms out to his sides and then jumps backwards off of the ladder, going into a huge moonsault. He comes down, straight into the canvas as River Angelus pulls Jackson Adams out of the way. Desolation eats the canvas violently, bouncing up onto his knees with an incredibly dazed expression on his face, the fans outraged that River would dare assist Jackson, but also realizing that it was sound strategy to inflict pain on the Dark Man. He rolls over onto his back as several of the fans groan the tremendous impact in which Desolation's body just struck the canvas, dropping onto his side as a result while Angelus drags Jackson to his feet, kicking him straight to the gut and placing him in a front facelock. He hoists Adams into the air, favoring his back as he drags Jackson down to the canvas, the Final Credits (Modified Suplex)! Jackson slams into the canvas and back up onto his posterior, a glazed over look filling his eyes before he tumbles backwards onto the canvas, appearing absolutely out of it. Angelus rolls over, his hand placed to his lower back before he stands up straight over the Empire member, turning around to face the ladder, which is still set up in the center of the ring. All of his opposition is down as River staggers in the direction of the ladder, falling into it with his arms, trying to scale his way to the top.

His body seems to be what is constantly holding him back, keeping him from achieving his goal, from obtaining the Livewire title in his very first match back in the ULW, and it appears as if that may just be the case with no one left to oppose him. The crowd is standing, sounding their bull horns and flashing their cameras, waiting anxiously to see if River will get to the top, will obtain the title. He reaches the top rung, extending his hand outward in the direction of the title, which remains well outside of the range of his grasp. His fingers tap the title, which takes an unfortunate swing away from him, causing River's face to fill with anger before he reaches out for the gold one last time. Before he can grab it though, a second ladder flies through the air and strikes the lower back of Angelus, being thrown by Nathan Creed. The crowd cups their mouths at the sound of the impact, which sends River collapsing sideways off of the ladder, turning and slamming into the ring across his upper back. He flips over onto his stomach as a result, the fans still shocked over the tremendous impact the ladder just took, colliding with the already damaged lower back of Angelus. Creed steps towards the fallen ladder, scooping it up across his chest and shaking his arm several times throughout the process, appearing as if it is still nagging him quite horribly. He begins to set the ladder up beside the other one, getting them lined up perfectly in order to have two of them to climb instead of one, perhaps increasing the speed and stability of his impending climb to the title.

Both ladders are resting side by side as Nathan begins to scale them both, his arm persisting with anguish, causing him to shake it repeatedly as he attempts, to the absolute best of his abilities to reach the Livewire gold. He gets closer and closer to the championship when Desolation steps up behind him, throwing a rather weak forearm into his lower back, the Dark Man exhausted by the pace in which this epic battle has thus far been waged. Nathan turns around slowly to face him as Desolation begins to make his way up the ladder beside Creed, throwing fist upward into his face throughout the process, making sure to inflict as much damage upon him as possible, to properly disorientate him.

Desolation gets to the area of the ladder directly beside Nathan, both men getting very high as the former World Champion grabs Creed by the head, slamming him face first into the steel rungs. Creed almost falls off of the ladder when he throws an elbow into the gut of Desolation, followed by another shot, attempting, to the best of his abilities to knock him to the canvas below. Nathan swings around with his weak arm, going into a lariat only for the Dark Man to catch it across his chest and jump off backwards, pulling Creed with him into a huge arm breaker straight across his chest. The crowd screams with fright as Nathan's arm takes such as nasty bump, popping back up onto his knees as he grabs his shoulder, shouting at the top of his lungs. Everyone is still putting their hands together while Desolation rolls to his hands and knees, trying to push himself to an upright base as he reaches for his ribs, which seem to be hampering his performance a bit when Jackson steps up in front of him, clutching his head still.

He jumps into the air for a front dropkick when Desolation reaches out and catches him around the legs, allowing him to drop onto the canvas in front of him, landing on the back of his head. Desolation pulls his legs up and places them around his waist before falling backwards into a reverse wheelbarrow suplex, the Face Eraser connects. Jackson slams hard into the ring and then rolls across it with an incredibly dazed expression on his face, the fans going absolutely nuts. Desolation rises to his feet, seemingly feeding off of the crowd's reaction as he turns around to face River Angelus, who dives across the ring sideways, going into a sideways tornado corkscrew spin before connecting with a shin kick violently to the forehead of the Dark Man. The former World Champion flips over backwards almost after the brutal shot, colliding back of the head first with the canvas and then bouncing off of it. He drops over onto his chest and stomach while River falls onto his hands and knees, still appearing very winded as he reaches for his kidney area.

May: What a move by River Angelus, man have I ever missed seeing that guy's agility.

Douglas: He can definitely be one of, if not the best aerial based performers in the ULW today, but he's not that one dimensional, he has a lot more in his arsenal available.

River rests on his elbows and knees, appearing rather exhausted as sweat drips from his battered frame, trying his best to force himself to his feet. He stumbles and staggers, almost losing his footing as Nathan Creed stands up in front of him, favoring his arm as he charges straight at Angelus, who jumps into the air and connects with a double spinning heel kick straight to his chest and face. Nathan almost flips over after the viciousness of the shot, which causes the crowd to groan as Angelus spills onto his back and rolls onto his side, still taking several extremely deep breaths. River sits up on the canvas, soaked with sweat as he rolls over onto his knees, trying to force himself to a standing base before he points at the title, signaling that he is going for the gold. Before he can take a step forward though, Nathan turns, wrapping his arms around his ankle, keeping him from moving any further. Angelus turns and stomps down at his face several times, trying to weaken his grasp before driving his foot down into the banged up shoulder of Creed several times. Nathan breaks his lock on River's ankle as a result, gripping at his shoulder while River grabs the Future by the hair, pulling him to his feet and then folding his arm around behind his back.

Angelus pins his arm there with his shoulder and then uses his brute strength to hoist Nathan into the air before dropping back viciously into the back drop suplex straight on top of his arm. Nathan shouts out in pain as he rolls over onto his side, shaking his arm several times from the brutal impact of that suplex, all of his weight coming down on his damaged body part. River stays under the lower back of Nathan though as they both lie on the canvas, Angelus raising his arms into the air and wrapping them about the waist of Creed. He rolls over backwards, pulling Nathan into the reverse roll as well, Angelus surprisingly ending up on his feet as he drags Nathan up onto his knees. He physically pulls him up onto his feet and folds his arm back around behind his spine before hoisting him into the air and back drop suplexing him on top of that arm one more time. Nathan flops into the air, gripping his arm in tremendous pain while River, his age old rival stands up tall and motions towards the ladder yet again, sweat glistening upon both of their frames. Angelus steps over Nathan, who is rocking back and forth, cradling his banged up arm, River staggering in the direction of one of the two set up ladders. He grabs a hold of it and takes the ladder down, placing it long ways across his chest before turning in the direction of Creed and placing the structure on top of the former Livewire Champion. Nathan rests under the ladder across his back while River steps around him, realizing that he has Creed exactly where he wants him as he approaches the nearby turnbuckle, beginning to scale it rather quickly. The pain in his frame persists as River makes his way up the turnbuckle rather quickly, his back aimed in the direction of Nathan who is still positioned under the ladder, not moving.

River gets all the way to the top, setting up for some type of insane, death defying leap when Desolation stands up behind him and suddenly rushes up the turnbuckle. River's spine remains facing Nathan, unaware of Desolation who reaches the top rope and wraps his arms around the waist of Angelus. River has no time to respond as Desolation drops backwards off of the turnbuckle, pulling Angelus off with a German suplex, that flips him inside out, sending him flying at Nathan. Angelus almost moonsaults directly on top of the ladder as a result, his body colliding with the structure rather brutally, while Nathan begins to go into convulsions beneath the same structure. A holy shit chant erupts as a result of the collision, Angelus wrapping his arms around his waist and rolling back and forth as a result of the collision, Nathan pushing the ladder off of his battered and brutalized body throughout the process.

Douglas: OH MY GOD! Desolation connecting with his pattented top rope German suplex, throwing River directly on top of that ladder and on top of Creed as a result!

May: Sickening, absolutely sickening!

The entire arena is standing, jumping up and down, putting their hands together, chiming in with a "UL-Dub" chant now at the sight of River Angelus, Nathan Creed, and Desolation all three lying stretched across the canvas, exhausted and brutalized by the intensity of this non stop ladder match. Desolation is the first to begin moving obviously, he rolls over onto his hands and knees, absolutely exhausted from the brutality in which his body has taken in this match, the extreme high bumps he's received as he turns around to face Jackson Adams, who is surprisingly crawling to the center of the ring in the direction of the ladder which remains set up. As he gets within a few inches of it, Desolation charges in with a great burst of speed, only for Adams to turn his body and stand up quickly, catching the body of the Dark Man against his shoulders. Adams stands up straight, holding Desolation across his shoulders before pushing him up into the air and dropping onto his back in the process, sticking his knees upwards. Desolation comes crashing down into them ribs first, popping up onto his feet as a result as he grabs his mid-section in anguish, the fans responding with shock at the sight of the lungs blower by Adams. Desolation stands up straight, gripping his ribs and turning in a circle before he faces Jackson, who rushes in now and connects with a running STO, driving the back of the former Champion's head violently into the canvas. The crowd groans at the sight of the vicious combination move as Jackson remains on his elbows and knees beside Desolation, neither man moving much after the intense series of moves. Jackson is the only one to start moving, beginning to force himself up to a standing base as he gets both feet beneath him, shaking his head back and forth and then stepping in the direction of the ladder that River Angelus was German suplexed onto from the top rope. He grabs a hold of the ladder, picking it up slowly and dragging it in the direction of the turnbuckle. He pulls it up into the air and then rests the ladder diagonally against the turnbuckle, slapping it several times to make sure it's in place before his eyes shift out over the fans.

The crowd is booing him rather ridiculously as he turns back towards the ring, Nathan Creed being the first to start standing up. He gets both feet beneath him when Jackson steps in, connecting with a right across his jaw, followed by another shot, the blows almost knocking The Future backwards more a little more. Jackson slaps on a front gantry and backs up in the direction of the turnbuckle which the ladder is resting diagonally against. Adams is about to connect with the vertical suplex onto it when Nathan throws a weak right into his gut, followed by a second blow, causing Jackson's grip to begin weakening before Jackson is finally forced to break the gantry. Nathan stands up straight, connecting with a knife edge chop while favoring his one good arm, keeping it placed over his chest. The fans unleash a "woo" as Jackson stumbles backwards, absolutely shocked by the brutality of the blow when Nathan delivers a second knife edge chop, resulting in the same reaction from the sold out crowd. Adams stumbles backwards still when Nathan kicks him to the gut, several times, still keeping his arm placed across his chest before he rushes across the ring, backwards into the ropes. He bounces off of them and then comes rushing back at Jackson Adams, who steps forward, bending down and grabbing the leg of Nathan. He lifts Creed up into the air in what appears to be a flapjack type move when he turns his back to the ladder and slams Nathan down face first into it. The fans groan the brutal impact and the resulting echo of bone collecting with ladder as Nathan bounces off of the ladder and drops onto his back across the canvas, Jackson lying on his side beside him, breathing incredibly deeply.

Everyone is booing as a result of Adams keeping control of this match as his attention shifts to the title hanging above the one set up ladder. He begins to approach it, stepping up the rungs while his body showcases wear and tear from this match while River drops onto his feet upon the outside mats, holding his back as he steps in the direction of the ladder, which is placed against the barricade. He grabs a hold of it, trying to drag it in the direction of the ring while Jackson continues to make his way up the ladder, Nathan also trying to push himself up onto his feet on the inside of the ring, shaking his arm several times throughout the process and still feeling the effects of that brutal impact to the ladder. Desolation is trying to stand up as well while Jackson continues to pull himself towards the title, towards the gold, moments away from becoming the Livewire Champion. River places the top of the ladder he is carrying over the bottom rope, starting to push it inside of the squared circle, grabbing a hold of the bottom of the ladder, using that to push it in long ways. As the top half rests at the middle point over the bottom rope, keeping a hold of the bottom half when Nathan Creed rushes at the ropes running perpendicular to the ones Angelus is shoving the ladder through. Nathan jumps onto the second rope and flips off backwards into the lionsault, straight across the top of the ladder, causing the bottom portion to catapult upwards straight into the face of River Angelus. The crowd groans at the sound of the impact, which knocks River almost over into a backwards flip. He crashes across the back of his head and then rolls over spine first into the barricade, sitting across it as a result. The ladder is slanted towards the ring, the top of it placed to the canvas with the lower portion protruding through the ropes and over top of the apron.

May: Serious impact to the head of River Angelus, that could be a face re-arranging maneuver.

Douglas: Angelus' movie star good looks could have been slightly damaged there, but that's not the only part of their bodies that are going to come out of this one seriously injured.

Jackson is getting closer and closer to the title belt hanging from the hook above the ring while Nathan rolls back and forth across the canvas, gripping at his ribs in tremendous pain. Desolation approaches the ladder set up in the corner, grabbing a hold of it and beginning to pull it in the direction of Jackson Adams, who is still trying to ascend his way to the title, stopping periodically to take a breather as sweat races from his battered frame. Desolation sets the ladder up beside Jackson Adams' ladder, getting them within a few millimeters of one another as the Dark Man now starts up it. Once again he finds himself climbing against Jackson Adams, trying to reach the belt while the Empire member gets closer and closer to obtaining the gold, to getting his grasp upon it. Suddenly Desolation drives his forearm violently into the kidney area of Jackson Adams, causing him to almost lose his footing and his grasp upon the rung. Desolation bashes the face of Adams against the ladder once again before turning his back around to face Jackson. He reaches out with his arm, wrapping it around the neck of Jackson in the process before pulling him off of the ladder. Both men tumble down towards the ring, Desolation dragging Jackson off the top and sending them both down to the canvas, the Dark Man connecting with a huge reverse neckbreaker to the shock of everyone in the arena.

Jackson slams back of the head first into the ring, sitting up with a dazed expression on his face after the brutal impact with the canvas before falling onto his side. He wraps his hands around his noggin, kicking his legs several times while rolling across the canvas after the impact. Desolation rolls over onto his hands and knees, trying to force himself to a standing base with his body aching in absolute anguish as he steps in the direction of the ladder once more. He grabs a hold of the rungs, starting to pull himself towards the title with sweat racing down his frame, Nathan rising to a standing base as well, favoring his ribs after that moonsault onto the ladder that River tried to bring into this equation. He stumbles around to the other side of the ladder that Desolation is climbing, grabbing a hold of it and beginning to pull himself towards the top, his arm causing him tremendous anguish throughout the process though, keeping him from truly being able to master his scaling speed. River crawls into the ring as well, holding his chest and the side of his face, but continuing onwards nevertheless, grabbing the rungs of the ladder set up beside the one that Desolation and Nathan are both scaling at an incredibly slow pace. He starts up the ladder now as well while Jackson rolls over onto his chest and stomach, kicking his leg several times before finally pushing himself to a standing base. Jackson can barely get his feet beneath him, shaking his head several times as he falls onto his knees and into the ladder, leaning against it chest first as he glares to the other side at River Angelus.

He begins to scale as well, all four men now trying to pull themselves up the ladders and to the Livewire title that sways back and forth over head. The entire arena is standing, putting their hands together, realizing that if this match is going to end, then this is exactly how it should conclude, with all four men scaling to the top, all four men going for the belt all at the same time. Desolation reaches out for the belt when Jackson Adams throws a shot into his face, grabbing him by the top of the head and trying to ram him down face first into the top of the structure. The Dark Man slaps the hand of Adams away and then grabs him around the head, driving him nose first into the metal top of the ladder, causing him to almost collapse down to the canvas as a result. Nathan Creed throws a right down into the face of Angelus, both men reaching the top of the ladder as well. Nathan throws a right into the face of Angelus again, almost causing him to lose his balance, all four competitors in this grueling Livewire title match now lining the top os of the ladders, positioned rather precariously just an inch or two from the title. They turn back and forth, connecting with rights hands into one another's faces, trying to be the one to send their opposition flying to the canvas below, but failing to do so.

Suddenly River and Nathan turn their attention from one another, reaching over with their foots and placing them to the side of the ladder that both Desolation and Jackson are fighting it out upon. The ladder begins to tip over as Jackson's face fills with shock, as does Desolation's, both men tumbling from the top and down to the ropes below. Jackson extends his leg, falling on top of it groin first and wrapping his legs around them as a result, swinging around so he's hanging upside down with his legs wrapped about all the ropes almost. Desolation however, flies over the ropes and careens straight down into the outside mats, landing across his back with a devastating impact and now lying motionless across it, the fans jumping up and down, groaning throughout the process as well, absolutely stunned by what they just witnessed. Nathan and River continue to exchange right hands with one another, trying their best to send their opposition to the canvas below with the belt glimmering above their heads. Nathan suddenly throws another right at River Angelus, who ducks under it suddenly and then reaches out with his arm. He places it around the neck of Nathan and then reaches out, grabbing a hold of the back of his tights as well, the entire arena goes nuts as Angelus dives off of the ladder and pulls Nathan off as well, both men flying sideways from the structure they just stood upon. Nathan is pulled all the way down, directly face first into the canvas with the downward spiral. Bullhorns and flashbulbs erupt through the crazed sea of humanity, everyone jumping up and down, going ravenous in the sea of humanity.

Douglas: OH MY GOD, THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!

Tim: Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, these two men are trying to do nothing short of kill one another, it's madness, absolute madness dammit. I wonder if this is what the Weapon's Lair is going to be like?

Dan: Man, I hope it's not this barbaric, but we all know it's going to be a lot more crazy than even this.

River Angelus and Nathan Creed both lye spread across the canvas, both men motionless after the extent of the damage the move they just were struck with. Desolation remains spread across the mats while Jackson falls onto his side upon the canvas well, gripping his testicles in tremendous agony after the breath taking performance they've both put on thus far. All four men are completely out of it after this breathtaking battle for the Livewire title, competed within the bounds of this huge ladder exchange. River Angelus is the first to begin moving surprisingly, rolling over onto his side and reaching for his kidney area throughout the process, he shakes his head several times, sending sweat flying in all different directions while Nathan remains spread across the canvas, absolutely motionless after that face first plant into the canvas. Angelus gets onto his hands and knees, barely able to get his feet beneath him, staggering and stumbling, wobbling uncontrollably as he obtains a standing base. He finally gets to a standing base as he steps in the direction of the sole standing ladder in the middle of the squared circle, grabbing a hold of it and shaking his head throughout the process. He begins to make his way up the rungs, sweat racing down his battered, tore up frame which has taken an extensive amount of damage in this bump fest. River can barely move as he begins to scale the rungs, his back flowing with absolute agony as he tries his best to shake it off and concentrate on becoming the Livewire Champion.

He moves up each rung, almost sliding off and tumbling to the canvas below several times as he reaches the top almost, everyone cheering, going nuts, realizing that there is no one there on this occasion to fight back River, to keep him from grabbing the gold. He gets to the very top rung and reaches up for the belt, his hands wrapping around the gold plate, trying to pull it down when suddenly Desolation reaches out with his arms, wrapping them around the ankle of Angelus, trying his best to drag him off. River keeps a hold of the rung though as Desolation just keeps fighting to drag him down to his demise. Angelus kicks at him though, trying his absolute best to fight Desolation off, who simply refuses to leave him be, remaining a constant thorn in his side. River shouts down at Desolation before finally kicking him off, causing the Dark Man to stagger backwards in the direction of the ropes, striking them back first. He bounces off and comes back at the ladder, sliding around to the other side and immediately beginning to scale it as quickly as he possibly can. River reaches out for the title, his fingers wrapping about the gold once more, almost pulling it down off of the hook when Desolation, climbing like a cat up a tree, reaches the top of the other side of the ladder. He throws his shoulder into the gut of Angelus, causing him to double over in pain, over the back of the Dark Man.

Desolation suddenly begins to stand up straight, allowing the body of River to hang over his back as he grabs him around the back of his shin, wrapping his other arm around the neck of Angelus as well, setting up for what appears to be the Kryptonite Krunch. Desolation drops off the ladder and slams the head of River down violently into the canvas with the Seraphim Shock to a massive reaction, Angelus' body folding up like the proverbial accordian as he rests on the back of his head and then bounces off of it. He flips over onto his posterior, looking out cold from the impact with the fans throwing things into the ring from sheer excitement over what they are witnessing, unable to believe what just transpired between the Dark Man and River Angelus.

FANS: UL-DUB, UL-DUB, UL-DUB, UL-DUB!!

The fans continue to stomp and show their appreciation, women screaming profoundly as they vocalize their excitement.

Douglas: The Seraphim Shock from the top of the ladder, that was the craziest thing I think I've ever seen!

Tim: River Angelus is going to be spitting up blood for a week after that move. What more can the bodies of these four men endure in this ladder match, honestly?

Dan: I don't know, and frankly, I'm not sure the four men in this ring right now, even care.

Desolation and River Angelus remain spread across the canvas after the move while Nathan Creed and Jackson Adams force themselves to standing bases. Creed continues to favor his arm in tremendous pain after taking all that offensive upon it, looking dazed as well after receiving the vicious downward spiral. He turns around in the direction of Adams, who throws a right into his jaw, causing Creed to begin stumbling backwards, before he steps in and delivers another shot to the jaw of the Future. Nathan stumbles in reverse, trying to catch himself from collapsing to the canvas when Adams rushes backwards into the ropes. He bounces off and charges at Nathan, throwing a lariat when Creed ducks it, switching around behind his back and wrapping his arms around the waist of Adams, setting up for the German suplex. Adams reaches down immediately though, grabbing the wrist of Creed and pulling his injured arm away from his mid-section switching around behind it, trying to push Nathan down to the canvas into the crossface. The fans are erupting into a huge reaction, mostly boos as Adams tries his best to force him down to the canvas and to lock the submission on upon the arm of Creed. Nathan swings his body around though, pulling his arm free from the grasp of Jackson, switching around behind his back and wrapping his arms around his waist.

Adams is shocked as Nathan drops back into a huge German suplex, slamming the body of Jackson across the back of his neck. Jackson has a stunned look on his face as Nathan rolls over onto his knees, pulling Adams with him up onto his posterior, still holding onto his waist. Nathan lifts Jackson up onto his feet and then pulls him over backwards into a second German suplex, slamming all of Adams' weight across the back of his neck. Jackson blinks his eyes as if completely out of it as Nathan rolls over onto his rear end and then physically drags him to a standing base once more, blocking out the pain in his arm as he gets Adams to his feet. Nathan goes for the third German when Jackson reaches back with his leg, wrapping it around Creed's, trying to block the suplex to the best of his abilities. Jackson pushes himself around into a circle to face Nathan, grabbing him around the head in the process, pulling it down under his posterior and hooking both of his arms, setting up for his version of the Angel's Wings once more when Creed pulls his arms free and wraps them about the legs of Adams. He pulls up on them, causing Jackson to crash onto his back as Nathan tries to step through in order to lock in the Courtesy Call to a huge reaction from the stands, everyone going nuts. Adams turns back and forth, trying to get free, Nathan persistent to get the submission locked in. Before he can get it though, Desolation steps up behind Nathan, grabbing him by the back of the head and the tights. He bends him forward and then rushes him at the turnbuckle, throwing him through the top and middle rope, shoulder first straight to the exposed turnbuckle.

Nathan shouts out in pain as the rest of his body spills through the ropes and crashes onto the apron, falling to the outside as a result. Desolation turns around, his eyes locking upon the ladder in the center of the ring once more, absolutely drained after all his body has endured in this hard hitting contest. Jackson pulls himself up utilizing the ropes though, rushing up behind Desolation suddenly and throwing a lariat. His opposition turns and spots him though, ducking the attempted lariat and getting around behind the back of Jackson, who spins around to face him quickly only to receive a stiff shuffle side kick straight to the jaw. Adams is knocked down to the canvas after the collision, grabbing his jaw as a result of the blow, Desolation bending forward and taking several deep breaths. Desolation steps around towards the ladder, beginning to stagger into it's direction with the fans still standing, showing their appreciation over that crisp, sharp kick to the jaw of Adams, who is spread across the canvas with a glazed over look on his eyes.

Billy: Oh God, poor Jackson Adams, he took so many shots to the head tonight from those lethal superkicks of Desolation.

Douglas: That could cause permanent brain damage. And speaking of brain damage, Nathan Creed may indeed have it as well, coming into this contest after taking a brick attack at the hands of the Mitchell's.

Nathan lies on the outside mats, still favoring his arm, not paying attention to any possible pain coursing through his head. Desolation grabs the ladder, beginning to climb it very slowly, his body aching with pain, but maintaining his focus on the prize, on immediately becoming the new Livewire Champion. He continues up each rung, the fans feeling as if he may just have it here, that he could become the new holder of the Livewire Gold when Jackson struggles to get onto his knees, reaching out and grabbing the foot of Nathan, trying to pull him down, trying to get him off the ladder to finish him off. Desolation kicks down into his face several times before turning around on the ladder, jumping off and wrapping his legs around the neck of Jackson. He swings around and throws Adams over his head with a huge hurricarana, exhausted perfectly by the over 270 pound man. Desolation gets up onto his hands and knees, the crowd putting their hands together, responding loudly over the moves that the Dark Man has hit thus far in this epic confrontation. Desolation gets to his feet on the inside of the ring, barely able to stand after the brutal pace and intensity of this Livewire title ladder match, stumbling towards the structure and beginning to scale it with all of his remaining strength and energy. His body is killing him, yet he continues up the ladder, getting closer and closer to finally reaching the title, to finally becoming champion again in the ULW. Before he can get any higher though, Nathan Creed enters the ring and stumbles up behind him.

He grabs the back of Desolation's pants and begins to throw forearms into his lower back repeatedly, trying to weaken his grasp. Desolation refuses to let go as he is struck with another hard blow straight into his kidney area. River Angelus steps around as well, grabbing Desolation by the back of his pants and also throwing forearms into his lower back. Both opponents working together in an attempt to eliminate Desolation from this equation, trying desperately to pull him down and away from the belt. They drag him in reverse, straight into their shoulders when Desolation flips over them, landing on his feet and rushing backwards into the ropes. He bounces off and comes charging at both men, who bend down and catch him under the thighs, throwing him into the air and in the direction of the ladder. Desolation lands on with cat like agility though, landing even higher than he had originally climbed. He immediately begins to scale the ladder, going for the title once more, climbing like a small monkey, gracefully making his way to the belt. River suddenly begins to climb up after him, grabbing Desolation by the foot before he could reach the title, before he could become the Livewire Champion.

Douglas: Oh man, Desolation so close, Desolation so close to becoming the new Livewire Champion.

Tim: He's just a finger tip away from grabbing the gold.

Desolation is trying to grab the belt as River begins to step up beside him on the same ladder before finally burying his shoulder into the small of his back, perhaps looking for a back drop suplex off the ladder. Suddenly Nathan Creed steps around to the other side of the ladder, beginning to climb it rather quickly, as fast as he possibly can, Desolation in the meanwhile, blocking the attempt at the back drop suplex off the ladder, keeping his arms wrapped around the second highest rung. River will not give up though, still trying the back drop suplex as Nathan seems to be sneaking his way to the title, getting to the top of the ladder on the other side of Angelus and Desolation. He gets to the top rung, but instead of reaching for the title, he jumps over the ladder top to the other side, floating over the backs of Desolation and Angelus, wrapping his arms around River's waist on the way down and pulling him off of the ladder. Angelus flies off into the sunset flip powerbomb but pulls Desolation off of the ladder as well into the back drop suplex, all three men crashing into the canvas a result, with the entire arena going absolutely nuts.

Douglas: OH MY GOD, WHAT A HUGE DOUBLE COLLISION THERE!!!

Tim: The back drop, sunset flip powerbomb combination, taking both Desolation and River to the canvas with a hard collision.

Dan: The only man not effected by it was Nathan Creed, who is starting towards that ladder already.

Nathan grabs the ladder rungs, turning towards it and shaking his arm several times in agony while River and Desolation arch their backs off the canvas, both men grinding their teeth in pain. Nathan begins to make his way up the ladder, making his way towards the title, the belt shimmering, the fans all going nuts over what they are witnessing, realizing that there is nobody else left to stop the Future from obtaining the Livewire title. He gets closer and closer to the gold, etching ever so much nearer to the belt, ever so much closer to the championship.

Douglas: Nathan going after the gold, getting closer and closer to the title, he may have it, he may have it!

Tim: I can't believe Nathan Creed is going to become the champion, that he's going to capture the belt for the second time in his career.

Creed's fingers touch the belt, which swings away from him, trying to wrap his hands around the title, but looking as if both the damage to his arm and the shot from the brick last week to his head is slowly him down greatly. He shakes his noggin back and forth, becoming very light headed before he reaches for the belt again, grabbing the strap when suddenly a steel chair is launched straight up into his testicles. Nathan howls in pain as Jackson Adams stands below him with the chair in hand, he raises it into the air once more and slams it over the injured shoulder of Creed, causing him to shout out in absolute agony as he tumbles to the canvas as a result. Everyone in the arena are on their feet booing what they just witnessed from Adams, who snuck into the ring with the chair he retrieved from underneath of it.

Douglas: Ohhh man, I thought Nathan had the title, but Jackson Adams took him out with that steel chair, what a reprehensible human being.

Tim: That was the smartest thing I've ever witnessed.

Jackson steps around to the ladder and begins to scale it quickly, throwing down the chair with all three of his opponents spread over the canvas. The fans are screaming in anger, throwing stuff at the ring and at Adams as he gets to the top of the ladder, reaching up for the belt, everyone in disbelief over what they are seeing. Nathan rolls back and forth, gripping his arm and shouting in pain while Desolation and River try to crawl towards the other side of the ladder, but they can't move fast enough after all they've endured as Adams reaches up and grabs the Livewire title. Everyone is screaming as he pulls the belt down off the hook and drops off the ladder, landing feet first on the canvas.

Douglas: My God, Jackson Adams has done it, I can't believe he snuck in the back door and just acquired the Livewire title!

Tim: New Champion, new Livewire Champion, Jackson Adams for the first time in his ULW career, has just become the Livewire title holder.

The entire arena is disgusted by what they are witnessing as Adams drops to his knees and places the title belt to his sweaty forehead, almost sheding tears of joy over the fact that he has just brought home his very first ULW title, and a very prestigous one to boot. Jackson remains on his knees, full of pain as he raises the Livewire title above his head, laughing to himself diabolically throughout the process. Desolation has pushed himself up onto his elbows, watching this and listening to the music playing over the PA system with a shocked expression on his face. River has rolled into the ropes, equally as stunned by this turn of events, shaking his head in the process, while Nathan rolls back and forth, still clutching his arm in agony.

May: Man, what a night this has been Dan, a new Livewire Champion in Jackson Adams.

Douglas: This night has been one bullshit moment after another, it's enough to make me absolutely sick. Jackson Adams is our new Livewire Champion, but he damn sure did not win it the way that I would condone.

Adams stands up and approaches the ladder, stepping up it and onto the middle area as he raises his belt into the air for all to see, his frame full of pain, bumps and bruises. But it was all worth it, as he holds the shimmering Livewire title above his head, a new holder of the gold, finally being determined.

Douglas: What a ladder match, and what a shocking conclusion.

Tim: What a tremendous Extinction this has been. Best pay-per-view ever.


BACKSTAGE


The crowd unleashes a loud chorus of boos and jeers at the sight of Johnny Kingdom, the ULW Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion wearing the gold over his shoulder. He is standing in his dressing room, strolling back and forth as a number of thoughts race through his head. He glares down at the floor throughout the process as the carpet passes beneath his feet before he stands upright and glares into the camera, a very intense expression residing upon his features, staring directly into the camera lens.

Johnny: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight you've listened to a hand full of my opponents discussing the impending Weapon's Lair match. You've watched a hand full of idiots, discussing how they may just take my title away from me. How they're going to be the ones who end my year long World title reign.

Johnny begins to march back and forth again, endlessly pacing.

Kingdom: You've heard Simon "Silencer" Cagero, rambling endlessly about how he'll make an impact as well as string together a number of profanities. We've seen Bluhd Raige discussing how he'll burn Mark Comeau alive if he doesn't win the World title tonight insidje of the Weapon's Lair. We've heard and seen so much from so few individuals, with such large mouths and such tiny brains.

Johnny stops in front of the camera, lifting the World title belt into the air, directly in front of him, slapping the gold plate attached to the black strap.

Johnny: Does no one realize that I've been the World Heavyweight Champion for a solid year? You don't earn an accomplishment like that without being the absolute best there is to offer in this entire business. I haven't done this through tricks, through cheating, I've went out there and simply defeated every single person who's been put in front of me. I've defeated every individual in my path, in my way, in my ascension to greatness. I've overcome every single obstacle laid in front of me, I've jumped every hurdle with the grace and charisma a Champion should have. I've pinned Daemon Frost, Chapel, Nathan Creed, Orlando Cruze, Curtis Jack, Killjoy, Lethal Weapon, and yes you Silencer. I've done it all and I've beat them all for over a solid year now. Not one person has come around to even offer me the slightest challenge, and those that have put up a fight, find themselves tapping to the Lesson in Leadership or feeling the brain altering trauma of the Exodus Finale. The Weapon's Lair tonight, is just like any other match I've been involved in. A set of irrelevant challengers, who don't deserve their spots, facing the real God of this industry, Johnny Kingdom. I'm out to do something tonight that will finally shut the mouths of all the people who say that my title reign was a fluke. I'm out to finally send the message to everyone, loud and clear, and undeniably, that I'm the best in this business, and that I'm the greatest World Heavyweight Champion that has ever chosen to grace the annals of ULW history with my presence.

Johnny thrusts the title over his shoulder once more, glaring sternly into the camera, dedication and intensity residing within his cold, calculating, determined eyes.

Hurse: Johnny!

Kingdom takes his eyes away from the camera and turns towards Hurse, who steps into the camera's frame with a very exhausted expression on his face, as he's rushed all through the back searching for the Champion. Johnny turns towards with a confused aura emanating from his pupils.

Hurse: Johnny.....AWOL......Lair......Bad.

Steven cannot catch his breath as he leans forward and places his hand on Kingdom's shoulder, leaning forward in an exasperated state. Johnny shakes his head, pushing Hurse back up to a standing base.

Johnny: Calm down and speak rationally to me, if you can accomplish such a thing?

Hurse takes one long deep breaths to pump the oxygen into his lungs before speaking.

Hurse: I'm not sure if we can trust AWOL out there tonight. I think he might have other plans for tonight, in the Lair or something. He mentioned something about taking out anyone who might get in his way.

Johnny nods his head, accepting the information while forming a slight grin across his face, as if not that concerned.

Kingdom: Well, if that problem arises, then we'll just have to deal with it, inside of the Weapon's Lair, tonight.

Johnny's confidence immediately makes Hurse feel a little bit better about the impending World title match, a look of relief sweeping across his face Johnny makes his way around Hurse, wanting no more of this conversation as he grabs the doorknob and steps out. Hurse continues to watch him leave, still nodding his head and smiling from ear to ear, realizing that Kingdom has explained everything.

Hurse: Man, that Kingdom, always the master of the strategy and gameplans, take care of it in the Lair, that's brill.....wait a minute, what the hell kind of plan is that?

Panic sets into the eyes of Hurse, who immediately begins to shake his head.

Hurse: Johnny wait, Johnny!?!

Steven rushes out the door after the World Heavyweight Champion.


WEAPON'S LAIR MOMENT


There is a flash as we're taken to another Weapon's Lair moment, this one taking place in the second such man to be contested in the ULW, pitting Orlando Cruze vs. Hellkat, with the winner becoming World Heavyweight Champion.

(Orlando begins climbing the wall, Predator is to phased by the gold to notice though and just walks over to the belt she touches it softly along its gold rim and feels where the title would usually present her name, as she does the fans are just getting louder and louder, Orlando is now on top of the third cell, Predator still unaware takes the title off the ring and holds it in her arms before turning right into Cruze who takes her legs away from her and then turns her over into the Defcon 5!!!!!!!!! The fans are going nuts as Predator cries out in a mixture of anger and pain, she holds the belt religiously in her hands though and won’t let go as Orlando continues to hold her in the submission, he eventually lets go and grabs the belt but she still refuses to let go instead she lunges up smashing it into his face weakly but enough to make him stumble backwards, she gets to her feet and charges at him with the title again but Orlando counter and grabs her by the throat before looking out at the fans….SWITCHBLADE CHOKESLAM RIGHT OFF THE TOP CELL!!!!!! Orlando flies off and slams her into the steel mesh roof of the 2nd cage that shakes and buckles under the pressure of the move, both wrestlers remain lying on top of the cell roof 60ft up, the panel they bed on rocking up and down, the hinges on side buckled from the move. Predator is out cold and Orlando is not much better off as the two of them continue to lay there while the fans chant ‘Holy Shit!!’ Just across from Orlando’s outstretched hand is the World title, the gold that is being fought for.)

Jerry Walters:
OH MY GOD!!! ORLANDO CRUZE JUST RISKED LIFE AND LIMB AND PREDATOR IS OUT COLD!!! WE COULD SEE A NEW CHAMPION, A NEW DAMN CHAMPION RIGHT HERE!!!

Tim May:
No! This can’t be happening, that idiot Orlando has hurt himself, he can’t take advantage, this won’t happen it won’t!

(Amazingly Predator begins to move grabbing the more sturdy panel beside her and dragging herself away from another 30ft fall, Orlando rolls the opposite direction and takes the world gold in his hands before crawling toward the 2nd cells roof edge, Predator sees him and grabs his ankle stopping him moving before getting onto her knees and locking in another ankle lock, she is wobbling on her knees everywhere and can hardly keep her consciousness, but the hold is in and the pain runs up the leg of Cruze again, he cries out in agony as Predator holds in the lock, but suddenly she gets to her feet and steps over the body of Cruze lifting his legs right up as if in an elevated Boston Crab but then she hold Orlando just above the knees, his head hanging between her legs suddenly she stands on the edge of the second cell and closes her eyes before saying some words to herself…SUDDENLY SHE JUMPS OFF WITH THE WYVERN DRIVER II RIGHT ACROSS THE ROOF OF THE FIRST CELL!! THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS AND LOUDER CRIES OF HOLY SHIT HAVE BEGUN, BOTH WRESTLERS BOUNCED OF THE STEEL MESH AND THE DESTRUCTIVE INTENT WAS HUGE, THE BELT HAS BOUNCED ON AWAY FROM THE TWO OF THEM WHO LAY ACROSS THE STEEL CAGE HALF DEAD AND BLEEDING PROFUSELY!!!)


FIYRO LEMARKOFF VS. JERICHO DYLAN: BEST OF THE BEST


Douglas: Hmmm, I wonder if Johnny Kingdom and Hurse, can trust AWOL out there tonight. I mean, we all saw what happened in the first ULW Weapon's Lair match, AWOL beat the living hell out of his own friend at the time, Daemon Frost.

Tim: I don't know, there's something about that AWOL that I don't like. Maybe it was the fact that he blew up my car and threatened my life on numerous occasions.

Dan: I don't think either of us really like or trust him.

A sudden and unending silence fills the arena. Then after a few moments a soft buzzing sound is heard by the awaiting fans. All of a sudden a man’s voice rips across the PA system: “Like dominoes, you SHALL FALL!” At the sound of the last word, red and gold pyrotechnics explode ripping across the ramp entrance. “Mmmm… Yeah…” The prelude to “Never Gonna Stop” by Rob Zombie causes the fans to look around a with an expecting look. Fog billows out from vents in the ramp, flooding the entrance area.. After it dies down, we see a man standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outreached into the air. When he brings his arms down, more red and gold pyros shoot off on both sides of the man as the lights fade back on.

Dan Douglas: That man is Jericho Dylan Tim, and this match was sub titled the best of the best.

Tim May: The Best of the Best? What the hell these guys are rookies, how can this be the Best of the best.

Dan Douglas: Give them a break Tim these guys both have a bright future ahead of them here I the ULW.

Tim May: But still the best is yet to come tonight in that sadistic Weapons Lair match up. Six of the best to be exact.

Dylan comes bounding down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans on his way to the ring, when he gets to there he leaps up to the apron without ease, then grabs the top rope and hops over. Once inside the ring, he leaps up on the second turnbuckle, standing there he throws his arms back in much to the delight of the female fans, he does this in all four corners. Hopping off the last set of turnbuckles, he starts bouncing on his toes.

Dan Douglas: This Jericho Dylan is just itching for some in-ring action, and it shows Tim!

Tim May: Well you never know Tim the guy might have the same amount of talent as the Mitchell brother’s pet brick…

Dan Douglas: We know that isn’t true Tim this young man is an up and coming superstar.

The audience starts to clap for Dylan, All of a sudden the ringside era goes pitch black, as a single spotlight focuses on the side of the entranceway. The fans fall silent until they see “The Maestro” Fiyero LeMarkoff step out of the curtain as the fans give him a chorus of mixed cheers and boos, he quiets them down with the motion that a conductor would his Orchestra. He turns to the Titan-Tron and raises his hands as "O Fortuna" starts to play loudly over the P.A. System.

Tim May: Man this guy is some sort of freak or something Dan.

Dan Douglas: Why, just because the man has a taste for classical music Tim?

Tim May: You call this music it’s making my fucking ears bleed.

LeMarkoff turns on his heels and walks down the ramp rubbing his chin as though he was in a trance from the soft flowing music. He reaches the ring and climbs the stairs as he looks around and steps between the ropes and enters the ring. He steps up on the bottom turn buckle then to the second turnbuckle and raises his arms into the air crossing them. He drops his arms down to his side as a conductor would and cuts off the music. He steps down off the turn buckles and awaits his opponent who has rolled outside of the ring, Dylan rolls into the ring and the two men await the sound of the bell.

Dan Douglas: This match is about to get underway Tim.

Tim acts as though he is just waking up.

Tim May: What match? Oh yeah between this boring LeMarkoff guy and the other new guy huh? I thought I slept through that damn!

LeMarkoff moves to the center of the ring motioning for a test of strength from Dylan, Dylan moves in with a confident look on his face. LeMarkoff raises a hand into the air as does Dylan, they interlock fingers as LeMarkoff quickly twists Dylan’s arm around however Dylan drops to the mat on his back does a summersault and gets to his feet now with LeMarkoff’s arm twisted behind his back. Dylan jumps up slightly and jerks down on the arm as he lands. Fiyero lets out a slight scream as Dylan keeps wrenching on the arm. Dylan then quickly lets go of the arms and drops to the mat delivering a drop toe hold to the unsuspecting Fiyero. However Fiyero quickly rebounds to his feet with a glare of frustration, Dylan come charging at the big man but is met with a big boot to the face, Dylan’s feet fly out from under him as he lands hard on his back. Dylan rolls around holding his face as Fiyero grabs him by his head with both hands and picks Dylan up. Lemarkoff gives Dylan a few right forearms to the face and a knee to the gut before sending the smaller man to the turnbuckles. Dylan arches his back as we hear him slam against the padded rings in the corner.

Dan Douglas: Lemarkoff now is pretty much in control of this match Tim.

Tim is clipping his finger nails.

Tm May: Oh really? I wasn’t paying attention that much.. I had a really bad hangnail.

Dan Douglas: well Tim If you want to keep this job I suggest you start helping me call this match, no matter how much you dislike these up and comers.

Tim May: Sure Dan Whatever.

Lemarkoff run in at Dylan , He gets within leg range of Dylan as Dylan lifts up his legs and Lemarkoff charges underneath him. Dylan fold his legs up under Lemarkoff’s arms and rolls over executing a sunset flip pin.

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Dylan bounces to his feet, and then runs for the ropes. He bounces off then jumps at a now standing Lemarkoff. Lemarkoff catches Dylan in the air spins around and delivers a spine buster. Dylan lays on the matt with his arm underneath him holding his back. Lemark off slowly gets to his feet and starts stomping on the downed Dylan. He picks Dylan up and send him to the corner one more with force, Lemark off now takes Dylan an sets him on the top rope as he steps up to the second himself, but to Lemarkoffs surprise Dylan starts firing back with rights to the side of the head. Lemarkoff is kind of dazed now as Dylan hops to is feet on the top turnbuckle, Dylan jumps and wraps his legs around Lemarkoff’s neck, as he goes forward he twists his body in the air delivering a flying head scissors from the top rope. Both men lye motion less on the mat as the ref starts counting .

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Dan Douglas: Man this is one hell of a match up Tim, I really don’t know who is going to win out of these two guys.

Tim May: Well Dan neither of these idiots are going to win if they don’t get up before the ten count by the ref.

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Dylan does a kip up and is back to both feet. He backs to the corner and crouches waiting for Lemarkoff to get his feet, as Lemarkoff finally stand Dylan charges him and jumps up wrapping an arm around his head spinning around nailing a spinning DDT on the worn out Lemarkoff. Dylan rolls over and pusshes himself back up as Lemarkoff is laying on the matt holding his head, Dylan goes to the ring apron outside the ropes no. He grabs the top rope and leans back as he comes forward he jumps up onto the top rope and then spring boards off executing a rather effective springboard leg drop. Dylan now rolling over and gets to his knees trying to catch his breathe.

Dan Douglas: WOW what an impressive showcase of moves Dylan has showed us here in this match Tim.

Tim May: impressive? How’s it impressive Dan? I’ve seen all these moves before…

Dan Douglas: Give the man some credit Tim Jesus Christ.

Lemarkoff is slowly standing back to his feet again as Dylan starts running at him again, Lemarkoff thrusts himself forward and nails a huge clothesline that folds Dylan over like and accordion. Lemarkoff stumbles quickly to his feet and rests against the ropes one hand over his abdomen area. Dylan rolls over into the corner and rests on the second turnbuckle, Lemarkoff runs in and delivers a devastating knee lift to the side of the head on Dylan. Dylan just rolls out of the ring and lays there trying to recuperate . Theref Starts counting.

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Dylan slowly gets to his feet, and rolls under the ropes into the ring and then back out. Lemarkoff does not like this one bit he is yelling at the referee, While he is doing this Dylan sneaks to the other side of the ring on the outside. He hops up onto the apron then onto the top rope, He launches himself forwards as the ref moves and hits Lemarkoff with a spring board dropkicks which sends the larger superstar over the top rope spilling onto the floor. Dylan then runs back across the ring as Lemarkoff is standing back up and delivers a baseball slide, busting Lemarokoffs lip open. Lemarkoff stumbles back into the restraint wall holding his face. Dylan then Launches himself once again over the top rope with a flying cross body but Lemarkoff steps to the side and grabs Dylan by the back on his way down shoving him and adding even more pressure to the fall as Dylan folds over the restraint wall.

Dan Douglas: Oh My God that had to hurt!

Tim May: Goes to show the fool, if you fly to many times your opponent will soon counter in a big way and it might just cost you the match.

Dan Douglas: Truer words have never been spoken Tim

Tim May: Shut up Dan we aren’t supposed to agree its in our contracts!

Lemarkoff now has Dylan by the back of the head on the outside, He takes of running towards the steel steps but Dylan drops and delivers a drop toe hold out of no where causing Lemarkoff’s face to bounce off the steel ring steps with a sickening thud.

The Crowd goes nuts and stars chanting for Dylan.

Dylan then slides back into the ring and steps out onto the apron to break the refs ten count. He then hops up onto the middle rope and thrusts himself into a backwards flip crashing down on Lemarkoff who still lays motionless from the drop toe hold to the ring steps. He bounces up off Lemarkoff holding his abdomen and kicking his feet wildly on the ground as the red resumes a second 10 count.

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Tim May: What an idiot , He could have had the match in the bag right there!

Dan Douglas: The Man is a true warrior Tim he wants to end this one inside the ring.

Tim May: Who cares how you win it… a win is a win Dan.

Dylan picks the larger superstar up by the back of the head and slams his face into the ring post busting him wide open causing blood to flow own the face of Lemarkoff. The Dylan grabs him by the seat of the pants and the back of the neck and tosses him back into the ring quickly following right behind him. Dylan leaps to the top turnbuckle with one bound and waits for the bloody Lemarkoff to stand once more. Lemarkoff finally gets to his feet and Dylan jumps, Wrapping his legs around the head of his opponent and flipping backwards with a hurricanrana pinning Lemarkoff’s shoulder to the mat.

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Both men to their feet now and Dylan goes running for Lemarkoff, Lemarkoff spots him and goes for he Maestro’s Forte (Super Kick) but it is ducked by Dylan. As Dylan ducks still running he twists around and brings Lemarkoff’s other leg out from under him causing him to fall face forward onto the canvas. Dylan quickly gets up and pulls Lemarkoff to his feet. Both men are worn out and brathing heavily as Dylan Runs for the ropes after getting Lemarkoff Into a neck breaker position he uses the ropes as a steeping stool to flip up and over Lemarkoff twisting in mid air Dylan comes down with Lemarkoff in a diamond cutter.

Dan Douglas: Man There was The Bourbon Street Blues Perfectly executed by Dylan out of no where! I still can’t get over that move Tim.

Tim May: THANK GOD this match is over! Now we can get some real talent into this ring!

Dylan and Lemarkoff both lay on the mat motionless after The Bourbon Street Blues. Dylan then realizes he needs to get this win and scrambles over and lays across Lemarkoff back first hooking a leg, The ref drops down.


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BACKSTAGE


A mixed reaction, a great deal of boos and the odd cheers thrown in, course through the backstage area as everyone rests their sights upon none other than CHB. The Canadian Heartbreaker looks around while rubbing his hands together in a rather pumped up fashion, realizing that his first opportunity to become World Champion, is just a few moments away. He occupies the same space as others have this evening, standing in front of the big screen with a number of hardcore implements flying around in the background, all correlating to the impending Weapon's Lair match. CHB has his arms crossed one over the other as he confidently turns in the direction of Michelle Blacker, who is clutching the microphone with a smile on her face.

Michelle: Welcome backstage everyone, I'm standing a long side, none other than the sixth entery into the Weapon's Lair match, and former SCW World Heavyweight Champion, none other than the Canadian Heartbreaker.

More boos and cheers cut through the arena as CHB nods his head rather arrogantly, rubbing his hands together in the process as Michelle gives some time for the ovation to die down before beginning one more.

Blacker: Tonight CHB, may very well be one of the biggest opportunities presented to you in your ULW career, your very first shot at becoming the World Heavyweight Champion. How does it feel, knowing that this could be your first, and last opportunity to have the recognition of becoming a title holder here in the ULW?

CHB shakes his head back and forth, looking rather confidant before he begins.

CHB: Michelle, do I look like someone who needs name recognition? I'm simply the greatest thing to ever come into this federation. People are saying that I've yet to prove myself in the slightest, but they're all wrong, they just don't want to look up the history of the greatest performers to ever exist. I've been the World Champion in SCW, the World Champion in so many other venues around the world, and guess what, I think that's a strong indication, that I'll be the World Champion of the ULW, by the end of the night.

Michelle nods but with a rather serious expression, pulling the mic to her lips quickly.

Michelle: But, wouldn't it be true to say that you've never been in this type of environment, that you've never stepped foot in anything remotely similar in sheer violence to the Weapon's Lair?

CHB contemplates his response for a second, all the while shaking his head and grinning slightly.

CHB: You know, everyone keeps saying that, like it's a bad thing, like it's automatically a handicap against me, that I've never been in the Weapon's Lair before. But think about it, with the exception of one man, the rest of my opposition has never competed in the Weapon's Lair before either. If it's a handicap to me, then it's a handicap to everyone else with the exception of AWOL, as well. But I'm not worried about this match Michelle, I'm not worried about being busted open, and having my body damaged, as long as I get to show everyone, why I am simply superior to all the rest around here, by bringing home the ULW World Heavyweight Championship. Is it a handicap that I've never been involved in this type of match before, maybe, but I'm looking forward to every second I spin inside of it, inflicting pain.

The crowd reacts with another mixture of boos and cheers at the sight of CHB's confidence, and the serious glare in his eyes as he stares directly at Blacker.

CHB: Tonight Michelle, there are going to be 5 Bittersweet Endings, and one, incredible finale.

CHB turns away from Michelle, who watches him leave with a smile on her face, perhaps the Canadian Heartbreaker being her favorite for this impending Weapon's Lair contest.


PARANOIA IS COMING



THE WEAPON'S LAIR!