ULW Nuclear Warfare


ULW Nuclear Warfare

Live from
Madison Square Garden
New York

The ULW symbol appears set against a black background before fading back into the darkness. Suddenly the scene opens upon a happy family standing in the sunlight as birds sing their tranquil songs in the oak trees above them. Kids run back and forth laughing, and smiling, some running into the back door of their cozy white house. People of all ages are seated around a picnic table filled with condiments and a prefula of appetizers. They all chat back and forth with one another, a hundred different voices speaking at once but none of them loud enough to truly be audible. Several of them are just sitting watching an viewing a small television placed on top of a stool, featuring images of Nathan Creed holding the Annihlation World Heavyweight title above his head before transfering to scenes depicting Xavier standing on the edge of a stage laughing demonically as he looks down at Daemon who is laid out under a stretcher.

A middle aged man stands behind a grill flipping burgers with a grin on his face, an apron over him with the words "Kiss the Chef" spread across the middle of it. A young women with a superficial smile on her face gives him a peck on the cheek before carrying more food towards the picnic table. Suddenly the sound of something falling seems to catch everyone's attention. It makes a loud piercing sound as it races towards the ground, everyone stopping what they're doing and beginning to look upwards. The kids have ceased playing, placing their hands over the top of their eyes as they block out the sun and stare into the sky. The chef drops his spatchula while he begins to step backwards towards his wife who is also mesmorized by the falling object. He places his arm around her while the television starts to go to static on a scene of Bullseye hitting Hurse with the spear. A biohazard symbol now appears upon the television before the falling object explodes in the air, creating a bright flash of light that blocks out even the sun. Once the flash subsides the once cozy house lies in ruins, smoke bellowing from it's charred wood. All the homes on the street are left in the same condition. A smoldering tree stands over the heads of the husband and wife who are standing in the same position they were just in but now appearing to almost be gray when a gust of wind hits them. Their bodies suddenly break apart, becoming no more than dust that flies off into the air. All that remains are their shadows which are stained upon the cement ground.

The lyrics of We Are by Ana Johnsson now begin to play in the background as a mushroom cloud is shown rising high into the air, evaporating all that is around it.

See the devil on the doorstep now (my oh my)
Telling everybody oh just how to live their lives
Sliding down the information highway
Buying in just like a bunch of fools
Time is ticking and we can't go back (my oh my)
What about the world today
What about the place that we call home
We’ve never been so many
And we've never been so alone

Different ULW superstars are now shown, Psycho standing in the backstage area with a bright light shinning behind him as he jumps up and down, getting himself psyked up for action. A shot of planes flying over a city is featured in black and white, dropping hundreds of bombs on the buildings below. It switches to Hellkat seated upon a stack of hay in the middle of a field holding the FUF World title and staring up to the heavens as if deeply pondering something. Too Magnificent is featured now with the Livewire title in his hand as he holds it in front of the camera, which is looking upwards into his angry face. He points to himself with sweat running down his face, mouthing inaudible words.

[Chorus:]
You keep watching from your picket fence
You keep talking but it makes no sense
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are
You wash your hands and come out clean
Fail to recognise the enemies within
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are, we are, we are

Xavier is featured standing in the center of a blurring room holding his arms into the air as the camera spins around him. A house in the middle of the desert is shown being tore apart by a huge blast wave, the structure crumbling into pieces. Ecks seated in the stands of an empty arena, in black and white, takes up the camera, taking his hands away from his face as he turns and looks off into space, God only know's what racing through his head. Stinger X-2 leaning forehead first against a wall with his thumbs in his pockets and staring down at a ground replaces the imagry of Killjoy, possibly thinking about the impending payperview encounter. An airplane flying in front of a huge mushroom cloud rising into the air over a city is now shown.

One step forward making two steps back (my oh my)
Riding piggy on the bad boys back for life
Lining up for the grand illusion
No answers for no questions asked
Lining up for the execution
Without knowing why

Smoke rising from a destroyed city can be seen from an aerial view. Nathan Creed standing in a gutted out building running his thumb across his throat with an intense look on his face is shown, the Annihlation World title wrapped around his shoulder. It cuts to Bruce Lomond seated in the middle of a near pitch black lockeroom, only a bit of light shinning upon his face which slowly lifts into the air and stares into the camera. Tristan and Serenity are featured with their arms wrapped around one another, the Annihlation tag team title belts about their waist as they stand in a ring of fire. Old War World II planes are shown firing at one another before one is hit, causing it to burst into flames as it crashes towards the ground.

[Chorus:]
You keep watching from your picket fence
You keep talking but it makes no sense
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are
You wash your hands and come out clean
Fail to recognise the enemies within
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are, we are, we are

The camera passes over a group of decayed, rotting bodies lying on top of one another in the doorway of a store, the glass windows having been shattered. Awol's demonic looking face is shown staring into the camera, the pigments in his eyes being different yet still trying to put terror into the hearts of those who may be watching. Bullseye resting on his knees in front of a large crucifix with an effigy of Christ placed in the center of which looking down at him, now takes up the screen. A rosary hangs from his hands as he prays in the middle of the church, amongst the endless rows of pews. The opening montage switches to Chapel standing in the middle of an empty intersection, looking back and forth for any signs of life, the buildings around him looking battered and broken. Orlando Cruze is featured on top of a hill with his arms spread out to his sides as he looks out over a vast ocean, the sky covered behind a thick layer of smoke. Tanks rolling down a street with German soilders goose stepping at their sides takes over the screen, their rifles thrust over their shoulders as they march proudly through a destroyed streets, the majority of the buildings lying in ruins around them.

It’s all about power then
Take control
Breaking the rule
Breaking the soul
They suck us dry till there’s nothing left
My oh my, my oh my

What about the world today
What about the place that we call home
We' ve never been so many
And we've never been so alone.... so alone

A boat resting in the middle of the ocean plays across the scene, all the gentlemen standing upon it wearing black goggles as they look at a small island which suddenly explodes. A cloud of fire raising into the air. Hurse is now shown walking through a rather gothic looking graveyard with his head aimed downwards, staring at the ground as he passes hundreds of tombstones, all of them reading the names of those who have perished in war. Michael Synclaire standing on a sidewalk and staring upwards is captured as jets fly over his head, leaving different color streaks behind them as they zoom by. Killjoy stepping over charred bodies on his way to the arena now plays, he non chalantly passes them as if he doesn't even know they litter the ground beneath him. Gangsta Nation are shown now, standing on both sides of a flag pole and slowly pulling a burnt, tore flag into the air. It reaches the top as wind begins to make it's tore clothe flap up and down, a smoke covered sky overhead. The bodies of hundreds of soldiers are shown spread over a battle field, all of them wearing two different uniforms. Brothers, fathers, family members lying side by side in different colored uniforms.

Suddenly the show cuts to the inside of the arena where the crowd is standing and going nuts, fireworks exploding all around the ring and the specially crafted stage, made to resemble a large mushroom cloud rising into the air. An opening rest in the center of it for the superstar's entrances while two different titontrons rest on the sides of the mushroom cloud, one featuring various war images and the other playing scenes depicting the different ULW superstars. Pyros explode all around these before the camera begins to pan over the sold out crowd that is going absolutely insane.

Tim: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to ULW Nuclear Warfare!

The fans continue to go insane as they hold their signs high into the air in front of the camera that passes them by only briefly.

The arena goes black and Meaning to Life hits the PA system and the stage turns to strobe red lights. Psycho appears from the curtains and steps out onto the stage, the Magnificent belt wrapped around his waist. He looks into the crowd and smiles sadistically. He starts to walk on down to the ramp as the first words come in from the song. He steps up onto the apron. He looks around again and smiles sadistically before leaping over the ropes showing his athleticism for his size. He walks over to a turnbuckle and climbs it. He stares into the crowd and raises a fist to the air.

Jerry: Well ladies and gentlemen, apparenty we’re kicking things off tonight with a battle for the ULW Livewire Championship.

Tim: And here comes the victem, I mean challenger.

Jerry: I wouldn't doubt your first statment with the likes of the High Rollers running around here tonight. But I can't get over the fact that we're kicking off the PPV with a match this big.

Tim: We have so many huge matches taking place tonight as it is. Rather it be Daemon Frost vs. Xavier in the Glass Breakers match, the unification of the tag team titles, Orlando Cruze vs. Falcifer, and Hellkat battling Nathan Creed in a hell in a cell where only one person will walk away the World Heavyweight champion.

Psycho looks towards the entry way, waiting for his opponent. The slender titontron that was playing images of the different superstars now shows Too Magnificent standing beside Psycho, the words Livewire Title written across the screen beneath them.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the ULW Livewire championship, introducing first he is the challenger, Psycho!

Tim: I hope Psycho likes this match tonight, because it will be the closest he ever gets to that Livewire title. And can you believe he's doing something so disgraceful as wearing the Magnificent championship?

Jerry: I can't condone theivery but you have to admit that it certainly did get under the skin of Too Magnificent. Anyway, Psycho was involved in an extensive training regiment this week right here at Madison Square Garden in order to prepare for this huge title match.

Tim: Not that anyone really cares, me especially, but we have actual video footage of his training.

The show goes into a scene with the words Earlier Today written in at the bottom right hand corner. The scene depicts Psycho running up and down the flights of stairs inside of the Madison Square Garden, getting himself prepared for action as he wears a sweaty gray muscle shirt and yellow shorts. The arena is empty as Psycho continues up and down the stairs, sweat dripping from his wore out body yet refusing to give up. It then cuts to him doing single arm pushups and grunting in pain in the middle of the stadium, sweat dripping from his face as the veins in his arms bulge outwards. The show comes back to the arena.

Jerry: Well Psycho really looks prepared for what should be a grueling battle here this evening.

Tim: He's lucky he didn't ware himself out before this contest.

Step It Up by Drowning Pool hits the loud speakers as Too Magnificent strides out onto the stage with the Livewire title wrapped over his shoulder. The crowd is booing as loud as they can he points into the ring at Psycho, motioning towards his title belt which is wrapped around his rival's waist. Too Mag continues towards the ring, as the fans bombard him with boos.

Jerry: There is one of the most down right disgusting individuals I think I've ever laid eyes on.

Tim: Why do you say that?

Jerry: After his deplurable actions last week against Psycho, that from behind attack, it's nearly impossible not to find him deplourable.

Announcer: And introducing the Livewire champion, representing the High Rollers, Too Magnficent!

The fans continue to boo as Too Magnficent gets to the ringside area holding his arms up in the air when Psycho runs forward and suicide dives through the ropes, connecting with him. Every fan in the arena begins to cheer as both Psycho and Too Magnficent hit the mats. Psycho now gets on top of Too Magnficent and begins to pound him repeatedly in the face.

Tim: Look at that, Psycho cheated to get this match started, damn him!

Jerry: He did nothing of the sort.

Psycho gets to his feet and begins to stomp Too Magnficent to the chest repeatedly before grabbing him by the hair, pulling him to his feet. The crowd cheers once more as Psycho hits Too Magnficent with several shots to the face, knocking him backwards into the barricade. Psycho now chops him across the chest with brutal impact. The crowd gives the shot a whooo as Psycho pushes Too Magnficent's arms out of the way and once again chops him across the chest, this time even harder. Too Magnficent places his arms over his chest and steps away from the barricade as Psycho lays into him with hard rights to the face over and over again, knocking him backwards into the steel steps. Psycho now grabs Too Magnficent by the hair and rolls him into the ring as he follows, the bell finally ringing to symbolize the offical start of the match.

Jerry: This match now started between these two.

Too Magnficent gets to his feet inside of the ring as Psycho is about half way through the ropes. Too Magnficent rushes towards the opposite end of the ropes and bounces off them, running back at Psycho who suddenly jumps to a standing position and clotheslines him down to the canvas. The fans go crazy as Psycho now bounces off the ropes, steps forward and jumps into the air with a leg drop across the throat of Too Magnficent. Psycho now gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes once again, this time jumping into the air and coming down with an elbow drop on the forehead of Too Magnficent.

Tim: Man, Psycho is putting a beating on Too Magnficent, I didn't expect this to happen.

Jerry: Psycho has so much talent, you should expect anything when he steps into the ring.

Psycho gets back to his feet and grabs Too Magnficent by the hair, pulling him to his feet and jabbing him in the face with hard rights yet again that rock the champion, backing him into the ropes. Psycho now grabs the arm of Too Magnficent and kicks him to the gut several times before pulling him into a hard clothesline, knocking him down to the canvas. Psycho runs backwards bouncing off the ropes as he comes back in and jumps into the air coming down onto Too Magnficent with a big splash with the cover of his leg. Ref, 1........kickout by Too Magnficent. The crowd lets out a large boo as Psycho pulls Too Magnficent to his feet, laying into him with another series of hard rights that knock him into the ropes. As Psycho steps in after him, Too Magnficent gets his knee up, driving it into the ribs of Psycho. He slowly backs up holding his stomach as Too Magnficent steps in nailing him with his own series of shots to the chin and side of the face. As Psycho continues to lean forward Too Magnficent backs up and bounces off the ropes, kicking Psycho to the chest, causing him to nearly flip backwards and land on his back.

Tim: Look at that Too Magnficent comes right back, he is resourceful is he not Jerry?

Jerry: I won't discredit the skill of Too Magnficent, he has a lot of it, it's his personality and actions that disgust me.

Psycho holds his chest as Too Magnficent approaches, stomping him in the sternum several times before dragging him towards the ropes, leaning his head under them and over the apron. Too Magnficent now buries his boot in the throat of Psycho and pushes with all his might against the ropes to give himself more leverage as Psycho grabs at the foot his face turning to a light shade of red. The ref reaches a 3 count before Too Magnficent breaks the hold and slides through the ropes, stepping to the outside of the ring and jabbing Psycho in the face several times before rolling him around so that he is on his stomach while his head rest over the apron. Too Magnficent now grabs him by the back of the head and pull it into the air before slamming it off the apron. The crowd continues to boo once more as Too Magnficent delivers a series of hard right hands to his face and grabs him by the back of the head once more, lifting it into the air before slamming it off the apron with brutal velocity. As Psycho tries to get his strength back Too Magnficent steps forward and drives his elbow across the back of Psycho's head, causing him series pain. Inside of the ring the ref is nearing a 10 count making Too Magnficent qucikly hurry to enter once more.

Tim: That was a close one, the ref nearly reached a ten count that time.

Jerry: How unfortunate it would have been to see Too Magnficent get counted out.

Too Magnficent grabs Psycho by the back of his short hair pulling him away from the apron and back into the ring as he stands him up and nails him with a hard European Uppercutt, lifting Psycho off his feet and into the turnbuckle, still standing as his arms hang over the ropes. Too Magnficent backs up grinning before rushing towards Psycho who suddenly gets his feet up, slamming them into his face. Too Magnficent backs up clutching his jaw as Psycho charges forward and clotheslines him down to the canvas. Too Magnficent quickly tries to get back to his feet but walks into several shots to the face by Psycho before being launched into the opposite ropes. As Too Magnficent comes back in Psycho stands firmly in place before jumping forward and taking him down with a shoulder tackle.

Jerry: Oh what a hard shot by Psycho, that standing shoulder tackle took Too Magnficent right off his feet.

Too Magnficent gets back to his feet a little slower now holding his jaw as Psycho jumps on him delivering a series of shots before pulling him all the way to his feet and chopping him across his chest. Psycho now tosses Too Magnficent into the turnbuckle and follows up with a running clothesline to his throat. Psycho backs out of the corner when Too Magnficent charges at him. Psycho catches him coming in and delivers a hip toss, throwing Too Magnficent hard to the canvas. He rises quickly in a fluster before Psycho jumps into the air hitting a back elbow to his face and knocking him down to the canvas.

Jerry: Psycho is now cooking on all celinders.

Tim: This is crazy, but I will admit that this has so far been a good back and forth match between these two.

Too Magnficent slowly gets back to his feet and gets jarred by several face shots followed by a kick to the gut and an axehandle to the back of the head knocking him back down to one knee. Psycho now runs towards the ropes, bouncing off them and coming back at Too Magnficent who suddenly gets to his feet and catches Psycho, lifting him into the air and delivering a hard spinebuster, driving the air from the challenger.

Tim: Now that's what I'm talking about, high impact moves by Too Magnficent.

Jerry: That was a vicious manuever by Too Magnficent, slamming Psycho down hard to the canvas that would take the energy out of any man. Even Psycho.

Too Magnficent rolls over onto Psycho making the cover. Ref,

1......

2.....

Kickout by Psycho. The fans rise cheering as loud as they possibly can as Too Magnficent looks a bit shocked but nonetheless spins around getting on top of Psycho and nailing him several times in the face with hard shots. Too Magnficent quickly rises back to his feet stomping the body of Psycho before running across the ring and bouncing off the ropes, coming back in and jumping into the air, crashing back down head first across his chest. Psycho's legs kick into the air while Too Magnficent stands up and gets to the second rope of the turnbuckle, turning back towards Psycho lying on the canvas and diving off with an elbow drop right across the sternum of Psycho.

Jerry: Too Magnficent has now ceased control in this already very competitive match up.

Tim: And I'd like you to note that he did it without cheating.

Too Magnficent gets to his feet and grabs Psycho by the hair, standing him up slowly and lifting him into the air as he drops him back down with a hard scoop slam, driving him to the canvas with brutal velocity. Psycho screams in pain as he grabs his back and sits forward, Too Magnficent stands behind him and steps towards him kicking Psycho hard to the back. The crowd gives the shot a groan as Too Magnficent stands over Psycho, grabbing him by the hair and beginning to punch downward into his face repeatedly over and over again, each shot appearing more painful than the last.

Tim: Just look at this brutal and milicious approach by Too Magnficent, he is just taking apart Psycho now, slowly and painfully.

Too Magnficent now pulls Psycho back to his feet and gives him a hard uppercut, the shot echoing throughout the arena as he falls backwards hanging on the ropes. Too Magnficent quickly steps in and chops him across the chest hard gaining a whoo from the crowd. He hesitantly backs up and steps in again delivering another chop to Psycho, this one even louder than the other. Psycho roars in pain from the shot as Too Magnficent kicks him to the gut and drags him from the corner, placing him in a headlock. The fans begin to boo as Too Magnficent lifts Psycho into the air with a snap suplex. Psycho slams into the canvas and rolls onto his side holding his back while Too Magnficent rises to his feet and places his foot across the side of Psycho's head, pressing downward, choking him slightly while the crowd lets out a loud chorus of boos. The ref quickly begins to make a five count before Too Magnficent breaks the hold and gets into the ref's face contesting the call.

Tim: That's right, show him who's boss Too Magnficent.

Jerry: This is such utter bullcrap, how could Too Magnficent think he can get away with his treatment of these referees and the other wrestlers at that, it's going to reach up and bite him in the ass sooner or later.

Psycho slowly rolls onto his hands and knees still in pain while Too Magnficent turns back towards him and stomps him to the back of the head. He now grabs his hair and pulls him to his feet as he nails him across the face with a hard right hand. Psycho looks shaken barely able to stand before Too Magnficent kicks him to the gut and drags him to the center of the ring, once again lifting him into the air with a snap vertical suplex followed by a float over into a pin. Ref,

1.......

2.......

Psycho gets his shoulders off the canvas. Too Magnficent contests the count before getting to his feet as he stomps Psycho several times to the head. Too Magnficent turns towards the booing fans with a grin on his face before spinng back towards Psycho and once again stomping him. He slowly reaches down helping Psycho to his feet as he throws him to the ropes and bends forward, waiting for him to come back in. As Psycho charges back at Too Magnficent he puts the breaks on and grabs the back of Too Mag's head, jumping into the air and pulling him face first into the canvas. The crowd goes absolutly nuts to see the impact as Too Magnficent bounces off the canvas with his face and stands completely back up from the shot only to be clotheslined back down.

Tim: How the hell did Psycho muster the strength to do that?

Jerry: I have no clue, once again Psycho has always been an amazing athlete, capable of almost anything in the center of that ring.

Psycho agonizingly crawls towards the turnbuckle pulling himself up to the second rope as Too Magnficent begins to get to his feet. He turns towards the turnbuckle Psycho is positioned in as he flies off and delivers a missle dropkick, taking him off his feet and down to the canvas. Psycho now quickly makes the cover on Too Magnficent. Ref,

1........

2........

Too Magnficent kicks out at the last second. The fans boo as loud as they possibly can as Psycho gets to his feet and begins ot kick Too Magnficent to the ribs and forehead. Psycho stands Too Magnficent up slowly and launches him chest first into the ropes. As Too Magnficent collides with the turnbuckle and backs up Psycho jumps into the air and dropkicks him to the back, sending him falling face first into the second turnbuckle pad. The crowd once again rises and cheers as Psycho stands up and grabs Too Magnficent by the back of the head pulling him to his feet and beginning to climb the turnbuckle, getting to the second rope as he places Too Magnficent in a headlock.

Tim: Oh no this could be a tornado DDT!

Psycho jumps off the second rope spinning around with Too Magnficent still in the headlock. But suddenly Too Magnficent counters using all of his strength to throw Psycho off him and face first onto the canvas. The fans explode into boos as Psycho hits the ring with a hard impact and rolls onto his side holding his nose. Too Magnficent remains in a seated position on the canvas before he slowly gets to his feet and backs into the corner. The fans are on their feet booing him before he rushes towards Psycho and baseball slide kicks him right to the face. A moan can be heard through the crowd as the impact is heard and Psycho rolls onto his back once more.

Jerry: Allright, I will say that was a very impressive move by Too Magnficent. These two guys putting on a clinic in the center of the ring tonight.

Tim: This has been a rough battle between two very rough young superstars.

Too Magnficent now begins to climb the turnbuckle over Psycho, when Psycho shows signs of movement, rolling onto his side. Too Magnficent is about half way up the turnbuckle when Psycho steps under him, rising to the bottom rope as he places Too Magnficent on his shoulders in a seated position. The fans now erupt as Psycho drops backwards delivering an electric chair drop that drives Too Magnficent all the way down to the canvas right on his back with brutal force. Psycho also slams into the canvas and bounces into the air rolling onto his side and grasping the back of his neck.

Tim: I think that took more out of Psycho than it did Too Magnficent.

Jerry: I don't know, but what I did see was an amazing move just pulled out of Psycho's bag of tricks.

Psycho crawls towards the down Too Magnficent and jumps on top of him, hooking his leg and placing his back against the downed opponents chest. Ref,

1........

2.......

Kickout! Psycho and the crowd both let out a deep sigh.

Tim: I told you he was rezealant, now didn't I?

Jerry: Yes you did.

Psycho gets to his feet slowly as Too Magnficent rolls towards the ropes, grabbing the middle one and beginning to pull himself up. Psycho steps in and kicks him to the gut before pulling him to the center of the ring and underhooking both of his arms as he places him in powerbomb position. The crowd lets out a huge cheer as Psycho pulls Too Magnficent into the air for what appear to be a powerbomb but instead allows him to fall back first across his knee. Too Magnficent screams in pain as he rolls onto his stomach holding his spine. Psycho looks exhuasted as he gets to his feet. Too Magnficent slowly begins to push himself upward, getting on his hands but not all the way to his knees when Psycho bounces off the ropes before him and front dropkicks Too Magnficent to the face. The shot pushing Too Magnficent's head against his neck and causing him to roll onto his side. Psycho gets back to his feet expediantly and gets into the corner, waiting for Too Magnficent to stand. As the superstar pushes his knuckles against the canvas and begins to rise turning back towards the turnbuckle Psycho charges at him. Suddenly Too Magnficent gets his hands up and wraps them around Psycho's waist as he pulls back and belly to belly suplexs Psycho across the canvas onto his back.

Tim: Oh what a counter move by Too Magnficent, beautiful suplex!

Jerry: That was a very nice counter.

Psycho holds his back in pain while Too Magnficent gets to his feet gripping his neck before he begins to scale the turnbuckle closest to Psycho. The crowd erupts into boos as Too Magnficent reaches the top rope.

Tim: I wonder what Too Magnficent is planning to hit from their, I guarantee it won't be pleasant!

Psycho suddenly shoots his arm upwards as he rolls onto his stomach beginning to aproach the turnbuckle as Too Magnficent turns back towards the ring. As he does Psycho nails him several times to the face and begins to work his way up the turnbuckle, standing across from Too Magnficent as he does.

Jerry: Wait a minute, I don't like the looks of this!

Psycho pulls Too Magnficent to his feet and places him in a headlock as the crowd begins to buzz. Psycho grabs Too Magnficent by the back of the tights and pulls him off the top rope with a superplex, sending both men down to the canvas with unbelieavable force. The sound of Too Magnficent's body crashing into the canvas echoes throughout the arena as he sits up then falls onto his side panting heavily. Psycho holds the back of his head, breathing heavily from the length of this match up.

Tim: That was a brutal superplex by Psycho, driving Too Magnficent all the way down to the canvas, simply unpresedented.

Jerry: I don't have any idea how long these two men can keep this up, their bodies have to be racked with pain.

Psycho slowly begins to push himself up while Too Magnficent continues to lie on the canvas in pain beside him. Psycho gets all the way to his feet now as Too Magnficent begins to do the same holding his back as he does. As Too Magnficent gets all the way up Psycho charges at him and clotheslines Too Magnficent down to the canvas hard. Psycho now backs to the turnbuckle and begins to scale it while Too Magnficent shows no signs of movement in the ring. Psycho gets all the way to the top and turns back towards Too Magnficent laying on the canvas as he turns towards the fans and jumps forward. Flying through the air before crashing down head first into the chest of Too Magnficent.

Jerry: Ohhhhh a flying headbutt by Psycho, I can't believe he had enough strength to pull that manuever off effectivly.

Psycho holds his forehead before he places his arm over Too Magnficent. Ref,

1....................

2...................

Too Magnficent gets his shoulder up at the last second.

Jerry: My God, how did Too Magnficent find the strength to kick out of that.

Psycho slowly gets to his feet holding his head still in shock as he grabs Too Magnficent by the hair, beginning to pull him to his feet when Too Mag counters, delivering a high knee lift to the gut of Psycho. Psycho bends forward holding his stomach while Too Magnficent backs up and bounces off the ropes, only to be shoulder tackled back down by Psycho. The fans go crazy once more as Too Magnficent hits the canvas and Psycho gets to his feet beginning to stomp him once more across the back and head. He now reaches down grabbing him by the his long hair, pulling him to his feet as he stands behind Too Magnficent and places him in a waist lock.

Tim: Oh no, not a German suplex!

Psycho is about to lift Too Magnficent into the air when he back elbows Psycho to the face, causing him to break the hold. Too Magnficent now spins around to get behind Psycho and bends his head backwards, placing his face under his pit as he drops down, hitting a layout reverse DDT. Too Magnficent quickly hooks the leg of Psycho as the ref drops down making the count.

1............

2..............

Psycho kicks out at the last second, sparking a huge amount of cheers from the fans.

Jerry: Psycho showing some of his strength, able to find just enough to get out of that pin attempt.

Too Magnficent looks furious as sweat poors off him. Too Mag quickly pulls Psycho to his feet, standing behind him before he lifts Psycho into the air on his shoulder and slams him back to the canvas with a damaging collision via the back drop suplex. The fans begin to boo once more, hearing the impact of Psycho's body on the canvas. A Psycho chant now begins to form through the crowd as Too Magnficent rises and places his hands over his ears. The fans continue to escalate their Psycho chant as Too Magnficent stomps him several times and pulls him up once more. He now lifts Psycho into the air and delivers another vicious back drop suplex, this one all the more devestating. Too Magnficent rolls onto his knees now looking at the fans with a grin on his face as he points to himself causing a fury of boos to be released from the fans.

Tim: Yeah Too Magnficent, tell them who to cheer for, because it's certainly not any of these other loosers out here.

Jerry: Now he's on the fans case, Too Magnficent is going to be in for a world of pain when people just finally say enough. Like I should have done a long time ago with you Tim.

Psycho lies on the canvas breathing heavily as Too Magnficent grabs him by the hair. Too Mag places Psycho in a gutwrench as he lifts him into the air and drops him down ribs first across his knee. Psycho lets out a roar of pain yet Too Magnficent doesn't realease the gutwrench instead he keeps it applied until he delivers a side suplex, slamming Psycho down hard onto the canvas. Too Magnficent's face appears overcome with fatigue as he stomps Psycho to the face before standing him up and placing him in a waist lock. The crowd erupts into boos as Too Magnficent drops back and delivers a German suplex, slamming Psycho' head onto the canvas, as he keeps the waist lock on. The crowd becomes flustered as Too Magnficent rolls over onto his knees still with Psycho in that lock. He stands up quickly dragging Psycho with him and attempts to throw him but Psycho wraps his leg acround Too Magnficent's, blocking the manuever. Psycho suddenly elbows Too Magnficent to the side of the face causing him to release the hold and spin around allowing Psycho to get behind him and place him in a waist lock. The fans erupt into cheers as Psycho falls backwards and delivers a German suplex, releasing Too Magnficent in mid air as he crashes across his back onto the canvas.

Jerry: My God what a move, Psycho hitting that German suplex, this has been a long grueling match between these two men. I don't even think they have anything left at all.

Tim: My God Jerry these two guys have given eachother one hell of a match.

Jerry: It's been absolutly spectacular and brutal at the same time, both men beating the living hell out of one another.

Too Magnficent and Psycho both lie on the canvas now gasping for air before Psycho begins to stand, looking extremely wore down as he steps towards Too Magnficent and grabs his legs, lifting them into the air and beginning to step through.

Jerry: Psycho is going for the sharpshooter!

Too Magnficent suddenly rolls over, placing Psycho in a small package as the ref drops down making the count.

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Psycho uses a free arm to push himself over onto Too Magnficent, so that he is pinning Too Magnficent's shoulders to the mats. Ref,

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Too Magnficent kicks out breaking up the lock. Psycho now gets to his feet and kicks Too Magnficent to the gut as he rises before placing him in a headlock and hooking one of his legs, utilizing a fishermen suplex that drives Too Magnficent hard against the canvas in position for the 3 count.

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Too Magnficent kicks out once more. He gets back to his feet quickly when Psycho catches him in sidebuster position instead dropping him back first across his knee.

Tim: I cannot believe that this match is still going on, that these two guys have anything left in their withered bodies, it's crazy.

Too Magnficent holds his spine in horrible pain as Psycho grabs him by the hair, standing him up quickly and throwing him into the ropes. As he comes back in Psycho nails him with a hard clothesline, a shot that echoes throughout the arena. Psycho shakes the effects off of his arm as he steps towards Too Magnficent and grabs his arm, yanking him to his feet before throwing him into the ropes. As he comes back in Psycho rushes towards him only to have Too Magnficent slide under his attempted clothesline and charge to the other ropes. As Psycho turns back around Too Magnficent charge at him when Psycho kicks him to the gut and places his head in between his legs. The crowd begins to cheer as Psycho places his arms around the waist of Too Mag and lifts him into the air to a huge ovation. He allows him to slide over his back slowly while grabbing the back of his arms and holding him in position for the Crucifix powerbomb.

Jerry: Here comes the Crucifix powerbomb!

Tim: Noo!

Too Mag suddenly slides off of Psycho's back and lands on his feet behind his back. He turns around grabbing the shoulder of Psycho and spinning him around before kicking him to his gut and placing him in a front facelock. The fans begin to boo as an exhausted Too Magnificent lifts Psycho into the air for the Midas Touch. Psycho suddenly floats over, sliding down the back of Too Magnificent and wrapping his arms around his waist on the way down, rolling him up into a pinfall.

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Too Magnificent gets his shoulder up at the last second to the shock of everyone in the arena!

Jerry: Too Mag just kicked out!!

Tim: Oh thank God, I thought that was a three count at first!!

Too Magnificent stands up as does Psycho before he connects with a knee to his midsection then places him in a front facelock.

Tim: Too Magnificent is going for the Midas Touch!!

Jerry: This thing is over!

Too Magnificent begins to lift Psycho into the air when he suddenly steps out from under his arm, getting around behind his back and placing him in a cobra clutch.

Jerry: The Psychotic Episode!

Tim: Yes!!!

Too Mag suddenly mule kicks Psycho to the groin, breaking up his attempt at the manuever. Psycho bends forward grabbing his testicles, the referee not seeing the move as Too Magnificent rushes across the ring into the ropes. He bounces off of them and comes back in with a head full of steam when Psycho steps under an attempted clothesline, getting behind his back and placing him in the cobra clutch before dropping backwards, delivering the Psychotic Episode.

Jerry: The Psychotic Episode!!

Tim: Noooo!!!

Psycho stands up, pulling Too Mag upwards then delivering the cobra clutch suplex yet again, slamming him across the back of his head brutally. Psycho looks exhausted as he stands up, trying his best to get out of the cobra clutch with an fatigued expression on his face. Psycho holds on with all of his strength when he delivers a third cobra clutch suplex.

Tim: Get out of it Too Magnificent! Fight, fight!

Jerry: He doesn't have the strength left!

The crowd is going absolutely insane as Psycho stands up, pulling Too Magnificent with him, both men going on fumes. Psycho looks barely able to pull him up and over yet does it for an unpresidented, fourth time in a row. Too Mag once again slams across his back while the crowd continues to cheer. Finally Too Magnificent shouts I Quit! The crowd becomes even more estatic, everyone standing up and cheering.

Jerry: Psycho has done it, he's become the new ULW Livewire champion!!

Tim: Your kidding me!!

The crowd is still going insane as Too Magnificent is released from the cobra clutch, falling onto his stomach. His face is blood red and he has an exhausted expression on his face. Psycho sits up looking shocked, his jaw having dropped as he places his hands on top of his head. The fans are absolutely going insane as Psycho stands up slowly, the referee grabbing the Livewire title and stepping towards him. He hands the championship over to Psycho who pulls it in closely, holding it against the side of his face as he falls to his knees, coveting the championship tightly.

Jerry: After all of Psycho's hard work he has finally done it. He's achieved the Livewire championship in one of the most grueling matches I think I've ever witnessed!

He gets to his feet and steps towards the ropes, climbing onto one of the turnbuckles and holding the Livewire title high above his head, sweat running down his battered body as the crowd continues to shout his name.

Jerry: What a way to kick off Nuclear Warfare, a new champion has been crowned. Is that an indicator of things to come tonight?

Tim: I don't know, but I'm absolutely shocked, this has got to be considered a massive upset.

Psycho drops down off the apron, continuing to hold the belt up high above his head as Too Magnificent pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, appearing absolutely exhausted but surprised nonetheless as he stares at Psycho who rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, stepping up the ramp slowly and holding the gold high above his head. The crowd continues to cheer as Psycho lifts the belt high above his head and starts up the ramp backwards to a huge reaction. The show cuts to what appears to be a shot from outside of the arena, the camera passing over the large skyscrappers in which make up the city, the moon hanging over head and casting an abismal amount of light. The camera continues to turn before finally revealing somebody standing on top of the arena, the World Heavyweight title belt over her shoulder. It's none other than Hellkat. She appears to be concentrating deeply about something as she looks out onto the streets below, cars speeding by, some honking, other's just speeding along without a worry in the world.

Hellkat: Hellkat: Everything I've ever done, my entire life, everything, it's all been a failure. Anything I've ever set my mind to accomplish, it's always blown up in my face. But I want to change, God, I want to change. I need to make myself better, I need to break out of the sad, sorry pathetic little housepet I've become. I need to take charge of myself, not rely on someone to tell me what to do. Nathan Creed wants my title, and it is mine. I won it, and it belongs to me.....

Images of Creed battling it out with Sean Johnson are shown. We witness Creed busting out his wide orray of submission holds before eventually getting the victory over Johnson via the brutal twisting neckbreaker off the turnbuckle. The final images display him holding the gold above his head as he stands on top of a turnbuckle. The camera returns to Hellkat standing on top of the arena overlooking the city.

Hellkat: I don't like him, I don't like him at all. He's a liar. He lies to everyone, about everything.

Once again we're taken to images of Nathan standing on the stage as he claps his hands for Hellkat who is in competition against the Coven.

Hellkat: I'm not going to let him win. I'm not going to let him hurt the image of the ULW. I'm not going to let a man like Nathan Creed pretend to be everyone's friend, when he's only in it for himself. Tonight I go into the one of the sickest kinds of matches ever made. And I like that, because I am without a doubt a very, very sick girl. .

Hellkat smiles, her fangs very obvious.

Hellkat: And tonight Nathan Creed is going to learn just how sick.

Hellkat turns away from the skyline as the camera zooms in upon her determined face. The show returns to the backstage area where Chapel is shown waltzing through a backstage corridor with the Television title around his waist, Micheal Synclaire standing behind him and falling closely behind. Gangsta Nation can be seen behind him as Micheal speaks into Chapel's ear.

Micheal: Listen Chapel, the High Roller's haven't exactly gotten off to the best start tonight. As you can see Too Magnificent was just defeated for the Livewire title, so we need you to not only defeat Isis tonight, but to absolutely destroy her. I'm talking beating that bitch till she can't stand again. You've had her number over the last few weeks, but tonight, you have to kick it up a notch. I mean that backstabber betrayed us, she left our group and she basically spit in the face of Lethal Weapon. Therefore I say it's time for her to take a little extended vacation if you know what I mean Chapel.

Chapel nods his head as he continues to walk, Remix and Impaler stepping to his sides now as they place their arms over his shoulders.

Impaler: Chapel, your one of the newest members of the High Rollers and being as much you need to repay our confidance in you. You got off to a nice start by helping us screw over your former allie in Awol last week, but that's just the start. Isis has to go down tonight, and we mean in the worse way humanly possible.

Remix: This is it man, the title shot you've been waiting on. Don't let Isis screw you over and take away your dream. So go out there tonight and make the High Rollers happy.

Chapel just continues to nod his head while cracking his knuckles with a huge grin upon his face.

Chapel: Don't worry fellas, Isis is going to regret the day she ever left the High Rollers. You can believe that.

The High Roller's laugh to themselves as they continue down the hallways when a the sound of a phone ringing can be heard. The High Rollers stop their march through the backstage area as Michael Synclaire pauses and reaches into his pocket, grabbing his cell phone.

Michael: Hey fellas, hold up.

He hits the talk button the phone, lifting it up to his ears as the remaining members of the group turn around, staring at him in an anxious fashion. Synclaire smiles as he hears the voice on the other end.

Michael: Awesome, guess who it is guys. It's Sheryl.

Gangsta Nation and Chapel appear interested more so than ever now, smiling and chatting amongst one another.

Synclaire: It's nice to hear from you Sheryl, how's Lethal. Good, good, great to hear. So is there anything special you want us to do tonight?

Synclaire listens for a moment or two before the smile on his face fades. Everyone else's expressions turn sour as well at the sight of Michael suddenly becoming so deadly serious.

Synclaire: Do you care to repeat that last statement Sheryl, I don't think I heard you correctly. (Pauses) Your kidding me right? You want the High Rollers to make sure Hellkat retains her title tonight?

Remix: What!?!

Impaler: Are you sure you heard her correctly.

Michael holds his hand into the air, signaling for them to quiet down as he listens.

Synclaire: Listen Sheryl, I'm sorry but this all sounds ridicolous. Hello? Sheryl are you still there?

He appears disgusted as he takes his phone away from his ear, the High Roller members seeming greatly interested in what he has to say.

Impaler: So what did she say?

Synclaire: She hung up on me?

Remix: So do we really have to make sure Hellkat retains her title tonight?

Synclaire thinks about it for a few moments as the camera zooms in on his face. Suddenly the show cuts to a pre match video package featuring Daemon Frost standing in front of a black background, his arms folded as he stares coldly into the camera.

Frost: I've been waiting to get my hands on Xavier since the day he cost me the World Heavyweight championship.

Dramatic music plays in the background as images of Hellkat vs. Frost are shown in black and white. Daemon hitting the Frost Special when Xavier interferes dressed in a referee shirt. We then witness him smacking Daemon over the head with a steel chair as well as giving him the X-Man as Hellkat gets the cover, obtaining the three count and becoming the World Champion. Daemon Frost is now shown seated on a stool in the center of the ring, in deep thought as he looks around him at the empty arena.

Daemon: Xavier has cost me everything and now it's time for revenge.

Frost being wheeled up a ramp on a stretcher after his match with Lethal Weapon is featured before Xavier comes out and jumps on top of him, throwing right hands into his face repeatedly before pushing him off the stage to the ground below. The camera now looks up at Xavier as he laughs demonically and removes his shirt, throwing it to the ground. He lifts his arms into the air as if victorious over Frost who is lying beneath the stretcher. Frost is featured again, this time standing on top of a table at ringisde as the camera zooms in on his eyes.

Frost: At Nuclear Warfare things are going to get violent, Xavier is going to feel my wrath. I swear he will not walk away on his own accord, he will be defeated once and for all and put in his place forever.

Daemon Frost is featured chopping Xavier in a corner as well as hitting a DDT on him. We now see Xavier standing in the rain in a back ally, water pouring off of his face as he stares into the camera.

Xavier: Everything has come down to this Frost, all of our fighting, all of our words, has built to this. This one battle not for titles, but pride.

Xavier smacking Frost in the head with a steel chair and giving him the X-Man is shown once again. The camera has zoomed in upon the eye of Xavier as water drips down his mask, rain continuing to pour across him.

Xavier: The future is now Daemon, one of us will walk away victorious and one of us will not walk away at all.

Xavier raising his arms into the air in a victorious pose is featured before going back to Frost throwing the Team Leader down a flight of stairs.

Tim: It's going to be the first ever Glass Breaker's match!

Images of both men fighting are shown as the music picks up in the background. Xavier pushing Frost off the stage on the stretcher, Daemon hitting a shooting star press off the turnbuckle onto the Team Leader, Xavier mounting Frost and hitting him in the face with brass knuckles. Frost is shown delivering a release German suplex on Xavier before going into the X-Man smacking Daemon in the face with the World title belt.

Frost: I'm going to tear you apart Xavier, come hell or high water, nothing will stop the beating I am going to give you.

Xavier: Bring everything you've got to the ring Daemon, it's not going to be enough to defeat the Team Leader. Your time is over!

Xavier standing on the stage with his arms held up high into the air is featured as he laughs demonically before going to one last shot of Frost and Xavier getting nose to nose with one another as they stare deeply into one another's eyes. The show comes back live to the inside of the arena as that beautiful, hateful and tantalizing theme, "Wake Up", by the Lost Prophets suddenly bursts the seams of the sound speakers, and leaking into a flood of boos we get a reaction from the fans. Flash bulbs explode as the red curtain that dangles in the entranceway parts, and out steps the Team Leader: Johnny Kingdom. As the fans stand to greet him properly, his dark eyes stare back out at them. His shirt reads POOR XAVIER in bold white letters, displaying his status in this federation; his pants are black leather and baggy, featuring the name Kingdom written down the side, showcasing that he lacks the fashion outlook to do something different. No fancy pyrotechnics follow him as he heads down the ramp and into the ringside area - nothing but a legion of hateful obsceneties hurled his way by the ingrates that surround him. Johnny, of course, completely ignores them. His feet seem to crash down on the rampway as the fans' boos pick up even more, the pure weight of his greatness increasing his own weight by pounds and pounds. The Team Leader arrives in front of the ring, and as he does so the thousands of people present rise higher than ever before in their attempt to verbally prevent him from entering the ring. He doesn't listen however as he nonchalantly climbs the steel steps and gets onto the apron. He looks back and forth at the crowd only garnishing more heat before he slides through the top and middle rope to the inside of the ring. He begins to prepare himself for the brutallity that is sure to ensue.

Tim: This is it ladies and gentlemen, the match a lot of us have been waiting for. Wait a minute here, where's Xavier?

Jerry: That is Xavier you idiot, after some rather troubling personal problems he's apparently going by his real name now, Johnny Kingdom. Anyway This issue has been building up for quite some time between these two men and it officially comes to a heading right here in the center of the ring tonight.

Tim: Well this sudden change in Xavier is news to me. Something I'll definitely have to get use to. Well anyway I can already smell the blood in the air tonight.

Suddenly Daemon Frost walks from behind the curtain to a mixed reaction from the fans. Dressed in a white business shirt and faded blue jeans torn at the knees, Daemon stands there, a smile on his face. He listens for a moment, to both his own music and the crowd around him. Moonlight Sonata plays over the speakers, a complete contrast to the violence that will ensue shortly. He walks, completely focused to the ring, where he quickly hops to the apron and pulls on the ropes before stepping into the ring. Daemon slowly rolls and cracks his neck and stretches his arms, waiting with great anticipation for the violence to begin again. Kingdom stands in the ring across from Daemon Frost, the fans feeling the electricity into the air, excited over this moment.

Jerry: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the match everything has built up too, Johnny Kingdom vs. Daemon Frost, we finally get to see it all go down right here, right now.

Tim: After all the fights, all the talking we get to see it live here at Nuclear Warfare and you can just feel the tension between both of these guys. It's thick enough to be cut by a knife. Man that was cliche.

Kingdom and Frost continue to stare at one another from across the ring, the referee making sure to stand in the center in order to keep them seperated. Daemon still seems to be feeling the effects of his match against Lethal Weapon last week as well as the dasterdally attack at Johnny's hands right after. Frost suddenly tries to step towards Kingdom only for the referee to get in his way, admonishing him before the bell sounds. Kingdom now rushes across the ring going for a clothesline only for Frost to push the referee out of the way and steps under the arm. Kingdom spins around when Frost throws a right into his face, followed by another, shocking the Team Leader. Johnny stumbles backwards when Frost steps in and hits him with a hard forearm to the face, taking him down to the canvas across his back. Johnny rolls onto his hands and knees then stands up when Daemon clotheslines him down to the canvas and waits for him to stand up again. Kingdom rises to his feet when Frost jabs him across the face, then does it again, the shots knocking him backwards into the ropes. Daemon steps backwards then rushes in once again, clotheslining him over the ropes and to the outside of the ring.

Tim: Johnny Kingdom is getting it taken to him, I can't believe this!

Jerry: Frost is just unloading upon the Team Leader here to start this contest off!

Kingdom rises to his feet staggering back and forth and holding his forehead in shock as Frost steps up onto the top rope quickly. He positions himself then jumps off the turnbuckle, flipping forward and hitting a pancha onto Kingdom, taking both men down to the mats and causing the fans to go absolutely crazy. Daemon rises to his feet surprisingly fast however as he pulls Johnny up and drags him towards the steel steps. X flails his arms before Frost attempts to drive him down into the steps only for the Team Leader to place both his hands on top of them, keeping himself from being slammed into the steel. Daemon pulls back again only for Kingdom to bury his hands against the steps for a second time, protecting himself. He now throws an elbow into the gut of Frost, causing him to pull away and stumble backwards a bit. Johnny quickly turns towards him and rushes in only for Daemon to bend all the way forward and place his shoulder against the legs of the Team Leader, backdropping him through the air spine first onto the hard mats. Kingdom roars in pain and sits up reaching for his spine only for Frost to step in and begin stomping him to the back of the head repeatedly. Daemon now grabs him around the mask and pulls him to his feet before rolling him into the ring under the ropes. Johnny gets to his feet slowly as Frost jumps onto the apron, grabbing the top rope. Kingdom steps towards him when Daemon bends forward and drives his shoulder into his gut through the ropes. Kingdom hunches over holding his stomach when Daemon grabs the top rope and uses it to pull himself over, sliding down the back of the Team Leader and rushing across the ring. Kingdom spins around to face him when Frost bounces off of the ropes and comes back in, jumping into the air and connecting with a forearm to his face. The crowd cheers as loud as they can as Johnny tumbles down to the canvas grabbing his forehead as Frost lands on top of him, beginning to throw right hands into his face repeatedly.

Jerry: Daemon has now mounted Johnny Kingdom, throwing those vicious fist, his rage is starting to get the best of him.

Tim: Which will be his ultimate downfall if you ask me!

Frost stands up, grabbing Kingdom by the back of the head and standing him quickly before grabbing his wrist and whipping him towards the turnbuckle. Johnny counters however, reversing the whip and sending Daemon rushing across the ring towards the corner. He suddenly jumps into the air and lands feet first on the second rope before springing off and turning in mid air only for Kingdom to jump into the air and connect with a dropkick right to his midsection. The crowd cannot help but to get up and cheer, many still booing as Kingdom rises to his feet quickly holding his arms up into the air, as if extremely pleased with himself. Frost lies on the canvas holding his ribs in tremendous pain.

Tim:What a well placed dropkick by Johnny!

Jerry: We don't see much showboating from Kingdom but he seems to be really pleased with what he just did.

Kingdom turns towards Frost and begins to stomp him to the chest and face several times then grabs him around the neck and stands him up. He gets behind his back and buries his shoulder into his spine before lifting Daemon high into the air and driving him down to the canvas with a back drop suplex. The high impact move causes Frost to yell in pain as he gets onto his side reaching for his back. He rolls onto his hands and knees, beginning to stand up when Kingdom kicks him to the gut and begins to punch him in the face repeatedly while holding him by the bangs of his hair. He finally pulls him in close signaling for the X-Man, now known as the Exodus Finale, much to the shock of everyone in the arena when Frost stands up suddenly, using all of his strength to back drop Johnny over the ropes and to the outside of the ring. He crashes onto the mats and then rises to his knees holding his back and yelling in pain. Daemon rolls under the ropes quickly and steps up behind Kingdom, hitting him with a forearm shot to the back of the head, then grabbing him by the back of the pants and mask before charging him towards the steel stairs and throwing him face first into them. The top half of the steps flies off after the collision as Johnny lands on his seat holding his forehead in pain. Daemon lifts the banner hanging from the apron and grabs something. The crowd begins to cheer as he pulls out a glass table.

Jerry: Frost is going to drive Kingdom through the first glass table. Once again the rules of this match are to put your opponent through three glass tables using an offensive manuever.

Tim: Daemon is looking to finish Kingdom off quickly and easily, a stupid move if you ask me.

Jerry: Which explains why nobody did.

Frost lifts the table into the air, setting up the glass structure delicately. Daemon now spins around when Johnny rushes in holding the top half of the steel steps and slamming them into the face of Frost. The crowd begins to boo as they hear the force of the collision, Daemon being taken down to the mats as Kingdom drops the steel steps, leaning on the apron for support. Frost slowly rolls onto his hands and knees when Kingdom steps over him and places Daemon in a front facelock before dragging him to his feet and grabbing him by the back of his pants. He seems to be setting up to suplex Frost through the glass table. Johnny begins to lift him only for Frost to wrap his leg around the Team Leader's. He now steps around, switching positions with Kingdom. The crowd cheers at the sight of this, Daemon beginning to lift Kingdom into the air for a suplex through the table now. The Team Leader wraps his leg around Frost's this time, keeping from being hit with the move before he drives a knee into Daemon's gut, bending him forward and placing his head in between his legs. The crowd begins to boo as Kingdom wraps his arms around the waist of Frost, preparing to powerbomb him through the glass table. Johnny attempts to lift him into the air only for Frost to shift his weight and keep from being lifted, holding onto the back of the Team Leader's legs each and every time he does so. A frustrated Kingdom begins to club him over the back repeatedly, trying to soften him up before once again lifting him into the air. This time he gets Frost upside down yet Daemon continues to hold onto the back of his legs, keeping from being lifted all the way into the air. In frustration Kingdom just sits down, hitting a spike piledriver to the shock of everyone in the arena. Frost smacks head first into the mats then pops up into the air, landing on his back and grabbing his cranium with a dazed look on his face.

Tim: Kingdom hitting a huge spike piledriver onto those mats, he just got to frustrated with Frost refusing to go through that glass table.

Jerry: He could have shattered Frost's neck with that move.

Tim: I think that was it's intention.

Kingdom gets to his feet and grabs Frost by the hair, pulling him up and rolling him into the ring. Daemon almost appears to be no more than dead weight after that spike piledriver. The Team leader climbs onto the apron then begins to scale one of the turnbuckles, getting to the top at a hesistant pace. Frost lies on the ring motionless, the spike piledriver haven taken a lot from him. Kingdom jumps off the turnbuckle now, dropping towards Daemon who's leg suddenly shoots upwards, right into the jaw of the Team Leader. Kingdom connects with it then appears dazed, stumbling backwards into the turnbuckle. Frost rolls onto his hands and knees then stands up slowly still gripping the top of his head when he turns towards Johnny Kingdom who continues to rest back first against the turnbuckle with his arms over the ropes. Frost now steps in and begins to kick him repeatedly to the stomach before throwing a right hand into his face, he does it once again, then again and again. His fist move faster and faster with each shot across the forehead of Kingdom who slides down the turnbuckle slowly, as the birage of right hands continue to be hurled into his forehead. Finally Johnny finds himself planted on his seat with Frost bending forward and throwing right hands quickly and violently into his face roaring with each and every shot as the fans go absolutely nuts. Frost now takes a few steps in reverse and throws his hands up into the air, getting everyone in the arena to stand up and begin going crazy. Kingdom holds his face in pain as he utilizes the ropes to pull himself up slowly, he gets all the way to his feet and rushes out of corner in anger at Frost. Daemon suddenly catches him coming in and grabs him by the back of the head, charging him towards the ropes and then throwing him over them to the outside of the ring. Johnny flips completely over almost and then lands on his back across the outside mats. The Team Leader unleashes a shout of pain as he sits up grabbing his spine, then rolls over onto his hands and knees.

Jerry: Daemon Frost has once again beaten Johnny Kingdom to the punch.

Tim: This is absolutely shocking, Kingdom has been having it taken to him thus far tonight.

Kingdom steps across the mats, heading towards the time keeper as Frost slides under the ropes to the outside of the ring, coming after him. Daemon appears ready to really uncoil his wrath when Kingdom grabs something and spins around, revealing a steel chair in his grasp. The crowd explodes into boos as he smashes it over the head of Frost, the sound of the impact resembling that of a gun shot throughout the arena as Daemon spills onto his back.

Tim: Oh my God, did you just hear that chair shot!?!

Jerry: Yes I did, it was unbelievable!

Frost surprisingly rolls over onto his hands and knees within seconds, beginning to push himself up as Kingdom slides into the ring under the ropes still clutching the steel chair in his hands. Daemon stands up slowly, using the announce table as a crutch as he reaches his feet and stares into the ring, his eyes centering upon Kingdom who smacks the chair on the canvas and now motions for him to come in, almost daring him to do so. This results in even more boos from the sold out crowd as Frost steps away from the announce table pointing to himself in confusion then grinning before he slides under the ropes into the ring. He hesitantly begins to rise to his feet, as if buying his time as Kingdom grips the chair tightly, ready to smack him in the head. Kingdom begs him to come at him, challenging Frost almost, his opponent resting on his knees and leaning against the ropes, thinking about it for a second or two. Daemon finally has had enough, standing up and rushing across the ring when Kingdom cracks the chair over his head. The crowd has a mixed reaction due to it's shere violence as Daemon Frost collapses onto his back holding his forehead. Kingdom merely laughs before he throws down the steel chair and grabs Frost by the back of the head, pulling him up quickly. Daemon reaches his feet as Johnny throws a right hand into his face, followed by another before he begins to drag Frost across the ring towards the ropes right in front of the table positioned on the outside. Johnny slides through the ropes and onto the apron as he reaches over the ropes and places Frost in a front facelock, Daemon seeming to be having trouble standing after those two vile chair shots.

Tim: Kingdom looks like he's about to suplex Frost out of the ring and through that glass table!

Jerry: Oh God no, that will be absolutely brutal!

Kingdom begins to lift Frost into the air when Daemon once again counters, instead lifting the Team Leader over the rope and into the ring. The crowd begins to cheer before Kingdom floats over and lands on his feet behind the back of Frost then places him in a reverse waist lock, preparing to hit a German suplex. Daemon now throws a back elbow into his face, breaking the waist lock as Johnny begins to stumble backwards. Frost quickly charges in and gives him a forearm shot right across the forehead, taking Kingdom down to the canvas before Daemon grows a sadistic grin across his face. He now steps towards the ropes and drops down, rolling under them to the outside. He quickly lifts the banner hanging off of the apron and grabs something under the ring, sliding a 2x4 out with pieces of glass shards stuck in it. The crowd suddenly goes insane as he lifts it into the air high above his head.

Jerry: Look at this Tim, Daemon Frost has now got that 2x4 with glass shards in it.

Tim: You've got to be kidding me! The referee can't allow him to use that, it's unfair!

Kingdom crawls across the ring, grabbing the steel chair he brought in earlier and beginning to crawl towards the farthest turnbuckle. Frost rolls into the ring under the ropes and rises to his feet holding the 2x4 above his head, causing the crowd to cheer once more as he steps towards the Team Leader, prepared to hit him with it when Kingdom turns and slams the edge of the chair into his gut. Frost drops the 2x4 onto the canvas in front of him as Kingdom throws the steel chair down then turns around, placing Frost in a front facelock and dropping backwards, DDTing Daemon face first onto the 2x4! The shards of glass cut into the forehead of Frost who rolls onto his back with a blank but almost painful look on his face. Kingdom sits up possibly grinning beneath his mask as he rises to his feet slowly.

Tim: Ohhhh, Frost was just DDTed onto that glass filled 2x4, you talk about absolutely heinous.

Jerry: And if I'm not mistaken I think Frost has been cut open!

Daemon surprisingly rolls onto his hands and knees, with a bit of blood running down his forehead as Kingdom grabs the 2x4 off the canvas, holding it up in front of his face almost relishing this moment. He now steps in and smacks the 2x4 over the spine of Frost who lets out a roar of pain as the glass cuts into his skin once again. Frost rises to his feet however, still bent forward when Kingdom lifts the 2x4 and smacks it over his back yet again. The glass once more digs into Daemon's flesh as he drops to his knees in a state of almost shock. Kingdom takes a step backwards, deeply enjoying himself before he steps in once again and lifts the 2x4 above his head only for Frost to throw his fist into the gut of the Team Leader. The shot is hard enough to make Kingdom drop the 2x4 and bend forward grabbing his stomach. He steps over the 2x4 when Frost reaches down and grabs both sides of it then lifts it up into the air, pulling it in between the legs of Kingdom, the glass digging into his testicular region. Kingdom suddenly begins to shout in pain while he hops up and down holding his groin in tremendous pain.

Tim: Noooo!!! Did you just see that!?!

Jerry: Frost may have just circumsized Kingdom here live tonight.

The fans begin a holy shit chant as Kingdom continues to walk around the ring cupping his testicles. He now turns towards Frost who has a hold of the 2x4 and lifts into the air. Even more cheers erupt throughout the sea of humanity as the 2x4 is smacked into the face of Kingdom. The glass tears away shreds of the Team Leader's mask, pieces of them stuck to the 2x4 as Kingdom drops onto his back, grabbing at his face in shock. Daemon has a bit of blood still on his forehead as he now steps towards the turnbuckle, gripping the 2x4 tightly. Kingdom lies on the canvas holding his face in tremendous pain as Frost rises onto the second rope and places the 2x4 covered in glass shards under his arm. He takes a long look out over the crazed stands and then jumps forward, flying through the air and coming down 2x4 first across the forehead of Kingdom. The Team Leader's entire body kicks upwards into the air before he begins to roll back and forth, more of his mask having been tore away by the now bloody 2x4.

Tim: Daemon Frost is a freaking sadist. He's no more than a mad man out here tonight ladies and gentlemen, he just won't stop till he's permanently disfigured Kingdom.

Jerry: I think he may have completed that task already.

Kingdom rolls across the ring holding his face as he gets under the ropes, sitting up and planting his seat upon the apron when Frost steps in quickly. The crowd begins to cheer once more as Daemon sticks his head and arms through the top and middle rope, placing the 2x4 to the forehead of Kingdom and beginning to pull it back and forth across it. The crowd is stunned as they see Kingdom's face being grated by the glass which is tearing away chunks of his skin, yelling in pain and trying to knock the 2x4 away. Frost finally pulls the 2x4 off and steps to the center of the ring, lifting it above his head and getting a huge reaction from the sold out crowd. The mask of Kingdom actually falls off now with so much of it tore away, revealing a sliced open forehead with blood pouring in steady amounts down his face and collecting across his chest. Kingdom finally turns around, placing his knees upon the apron and holding onto the middle rope as he scoots across the apron, bleeding perfusely. Daemon finally turns back towards him and lifts the 2x4 above his head, stepping forward as he prepares to hit the now standing Kingdom in the head once again. The Team Leader suddenly bends forward and drives his shoulder into the gut of Frost as he comes in. Daemon drops the 2x4 and reaches for his stomach when Kingdom sticks his head in between the legs of Frost and suddenly stands up. The crowd is absolutely shocked as Daemon is back dropped over the ropes and through the glass table at ringside. Shards of glass fly into the air, going into all different directions as Frost hits the mats, his arms and legs spread out to his sides while he now lies motionless.

Jerry: Daemon has gone through the first glass table!!

Tim: God Almighty, he was backdropped out of the ring all the way through that table at ringside, that glass had to really cut into the skin of Frost, there's no telling how badly damaged he is right now.

Kingdom nearly tumbles off the apron from the extreme loss of blood as he reaches through the ropes for something in the ring. The crowd begins to boo as he grabs that steel chair, pulling it off of the canvas and to his chest. The Team Leader now turns, bloody face and all towards Daemon Frost before he runs across the apron and jumps off, sticking the chair under his arm as he comes down on top of Frost. The chair slams into the face of the former World champion who kicks his legs into the air and rolls onto his side grabbing his forehead in tremendous pain. Kingdom now gets onto his knees, bleeding heavily still as he reaches down and grabs one of the large chunks of glass remaining, finding one with a nice sharp point, resembling a knife almost as he holds it above his head. The fans respond with boos before he brings it down and begins to run it back and forth across the forehead of the motionless Frost. Daemon roars in pain as his legs kick violently and he reaches up grabbing the wrist of Kingdom, trying to pull his arm away. Blood splatters down the face of Daemon as the chunk of glass continues to run back and forth across his scalp. Kingdom has a disturbing expression on his face before he finally pulls the shard away from the bloody head of Frost.

Tim: Kingdom has tapped into his hardcore side tonight ladies and gentlemen. I think he's proven he can hang with Frost in this type of environment.

Jerry: He may have, but he still has to put Frost through two more tables before this thing officially comes to an ending!

Tim: Can you believe this is only the second match here at Nuclear Warfare? There's no telling what else is going to happen here tonight.

Kingdom stands up looking wobbily as he steps towards the ring, Frost rolling onto his side amongst the broken pieces of glass, incredibly bloody just like his opponent. The Team Leader lifts the banner hanging from the ring, and reaches under it for something. The crowd begins to cheer as he removes a second glass table, looking to end this thing once and for all. He seems to be having trouble picking it up before he slides it in under the ropes to the inside of the ring. Kingdom now leans on the apron for support while Daemon Frost finally gets onto his hands and knees, blood actually dripping off of his face. Kingdom steps in quickly when Daemon reaches out and grabs him by the back of his legs, standing up and tripping the Team Leader, causing him to collapse back first onto the shattered pieces of glass. Frost continues to hold onto his legs before he drops backwards, sling shotting Kingdom up and over the barricade into the sea of humanity. The fans clear out of the way as Kingdom slams onto the concrete across his back, rolling onto his stomach and holding his bloody noggin in severe pain. The fans are going nuts while Frost fights his way upwards, leaning against the barricade with his face covered in blood before he turns towards Kingdom who is now standing up as well. Frost suddenly springs onto the barricade, landing on it across his feet with cat like agility before he dives forward across the concrete and connects with a clothesline on Kingdom. Both men spill onto the ground hard while the crowd stands back cheering as loud as they can.

Jerry: These guys have know brawled into the sea of humanity, this thing is going all over the place!

Tim: Hopefully none of those fans touch Kingdom, I'm sure he couldn't stand to have their filth on him.

Jerry: I'm thinking that's the least of his worries right now Tim.

Kingdom rolls onto his hands and knees, beginning to stand up with blood flowing down his face as Daemon rises as well. The Team Leader starts to shove his way through the crowd as Frost walks up behind him throwing clubbing shots into his back repeatedly, the blows knocking Kingdom forward through the insane crowd. Kingdom finally spins around and jabs Frost to the chin, the shot almost taking Daemon off his feet before he replies with a knee to the gut of his opponent. Kingdom turns away and begins to move through the crowd again as Frost once again drills him over the back with a hard clubbing blow. Both men now step into a large isle way that has been blocked off to the fans, an exit at the end of it with stairs leading up both it's sides up further into the stands. Kingdom spins around when Frost grabs a beer bottle from one of the fans and begins to guzzle it before he shatters the glass over the head of the Team Leader. The fans go absolutely crazy as glass flies throughout the air, Frost turning towards the exit which leads into the backstage corridors, motioning for something.

Tim: What the hell is this psychopath doing?

Jerry: God only knows what.

Two security guards now step from the exit holding a glass table which Frost appears very happy to see. He grabs it and begins to set it up under the balcony, looking up at the balcony with a disturbing expression on his face. He now turns around when Kingdom steps in and tries to drill him with a right hand only for the bloody Frost to step under it. He gets behind Kingdom's back as the Team Leader spins around and recieves an absolutely brutal superkick right to the jaw. The blow knocks him backwards onto the glass table, as he lies prone across it now, the fans cheering on the impact of the superkick. Frost now peers upwards once again at the balcony as he steps out of the large isle way and onto the stairs, beginning to walk up them quickly, yet looking extremely fatigued. The fans are going nuts all around him, patting Frost on the back as he reaches the balcony, stepping onto it and then walking to it's edge. He peers down at the motionless Kingdom, blood dripping off of his face as his eyes turn back and forth, looking over his pumped up fans.

Jerry: Wait a minute Frost!

Tim: Don't do something stupid!

Daemon suddenly jumps off the balcony and flips forward, coming down on top of Kingdom with a 450 splash, that shatteres the glass table beneath them. The crowd goes absolutely ballistic even though they are showered with shards of flying glass. A huge holy shit chant breaks out as both Kingdom and Frost lie motionless in the isle way.

Jerry: Ohhhhhhh my God!!! Frost hit a 450 splash off the balcony onto Kingdom and that glass table! Things are now tied between both these superstars!

Tim: That had to have been the craziest thing I've ever seen!

Jerry: Daemon Frost is absolutely insane, he'll put his body through anything and everything just to get the job done.

Daemon rolls across the glass holding his ribs while Kingdom lies motionless, glass sticking out of his back and arms, bleeding all over the place. Frost, after several escrutiating minutes, begins to rise, clutching his ribs after the vicious impact with Kingdom. The crowd continues to cheer him as Daemon steps over Kingdom, reaching down slowly with blood oozing from his face as he grabs Kingdom around the back of the head, pulling him upwards. The crowd is still going nuts while Frost pulls Kingdom towards the ring, the Team Leader barely able to stand on his own two feet as he's dragged down the isle way. Finally Daemon reaches the barricade and pulls Johnny's head back, smacking it into the barricade, the blow nearly taking him down to the ground. Frost grabs him by the back of the pants and head, tossing him over the barricade to the ringside area. Kingdom rolls across the mats towards the ring, getting onto his hands and knees while bleeding perfusely from the face and arms. He seems to barely have any strength remaining in his body as Daemon steps over the barricade, taking deep breaths. He moves towards Kingdom slowly when the Team Leader rises onto his knees and grabs him by the wrist. He suddenly drops backwards, whipping Daemon towards the steel steps which he slams into knees first with an incredible collision. Frost actually flips over the stairs and lands on the mats across his back, reaching for his knees in tremendous pain while Kingdom remains in a crawling position, blood dripping from his cut up face. After several moments of pure exscrutiating pain, Kingdom rises to his feet, utilizing the apron as a crutch while Frost begins to do the same in front of him, holding his legs as he does so. Frost steps in front of the steel steps holding his knees when Kingdom moves in and chops him across the chest. The crowd unleashes a whoo before the Team Leader does it once again, leaving a red mark across the chest of Daemon, mixing in well with the blood that is already present upon it. Johnny now bends him forward, placing him in a front facelock, as if setting up for the Exodus Finale onto the steps when Frost gets his knee up into the gut of the Team Leader. Kingdom roars in pain, bending forward when Frost double underhooks both of his arms and jumps into the air, slamming the Team Leader face first into the steel steps with a double arm DDT. The crowd erupts as Kingdom bounces off the steel and drops onto his back with a dazed expression on his face, more blood gushing down it.

Jerry: Frost just hit the double arm DDT right onto the steel steps! That could have busted Kingdom open even more, if that's possible.

Tim: I can't believe how bloody and grueling this thing has been thus far!

Kingdom lies across his back, looking incredibly prone as Frost crawls towards him. He grabs him by the back of the head and lifts Kingdom's upper half into the air before Frost lowers down and begins to bite the Team Leader's forehead. He makes a nawling sound as he does so, the crowd going absolutely insane at the sight of this. Kingdom shouts in pain, kicking his legs frantically in disbelief as more blood begins to flow down his face, chunks of his face being bitten off by Frost. Suddenly Daemon lifts his head into the air, revealing a small portion of Kingdom's forehead in his teeth before he spits it out. The crowd is shocked yet still cheers as Daemon pulls Kingdom to his feet and begins to drag his bloody frame towards the announce table. Kingdom is barely able to stand, his legs cutting out beneath him several times while he's pulled towards the announce table.

Tim: These two are coming towards are announce table Jerry! Maybe we should clear out of the way.

Jerry: I think that would be the smart move to make.

Frost drags Kingdom to the announce table and slams him face first into it. The Team Leader turns his back towards the table, nearly falling over before he is grabbed around the head and slide onto it. Daemon now steps up onto the table as well, Kingdom lying across it with his face absolutely covered in blood. Frost stands up on the table slowly, getting his feet beneath him in a bit of hesitation almost, extremely fatigued already. He reaches down and grabs Kingdom around the neck, the Team Leader barely able to stand on his own as he's dragged upwards, his head being pulled in between the legs of Frost who makes a piledriver motion. The crowd goes absolutely insane as Daemon reaches down and grabs Kingdom by the back of the pants, he now lifts him into the air, turning Kingdom upside down and dropping onto his seat. Kingdom slams head first into the announce table with the pulling piledriver. The table doesn't break however, standing firm as Kingdom drops onto his back and then rolls off the table onto the mats surrounding the ring.

Jerry: Kingdom was just given the pulling piledriver right onto our announce table!

Tim: And it didn't budge at all, you can imagine how much more damage that had to have done to the head and neck of Kingdom.

Kingdom lies motionless on the mats, his eyes closed and blood covering his face as Frost slides off the announce table, looking as if he's about to fall over. He grabs the Team Leader by the back of his blood soaked head and drags him upwards slowly. The Team Leader just about collapses as he barely gets his feet beneath him, being dragged towards the ring as Frost rolls him in under the ropes. Daemon now slides in himself, bleeding heavily as he rises to his feet, leaning against the ropes and looking towards the glass table Kingdom slid in earlier. Frost moves quickly towards the table and grabs it while Kingdom is spread across the canvas, appearing to be in a great deal of pain. Daemon uses all of his strength to lift the table into the air across his chest and step towards one of the corner's, setting it up under the turunbuckle before turning his sights towards the Johnny. Kingdom has risen onto his hands and knees, appearing exhausted as Daemon steps towards him and gives him a quick stomp to the back of the head. Frost now grabs Kingdom around the neck and pulls him up onto his feet, dragging him towards the turnbuckle right over the table that he set up. The fans begin to go insane as Daemon spins Kingdom around and places him in a front facelock, using the strength remaining in his wore out body to lift the Team Leader into the air and sit him on the top rope, obviously setting up for a huge manuever off the turnbuckle through the glass table.

Tim: Oh no, Daemon Frost is about to go up by one glass table!

Kingdom sits on the top rope looking out of it as Frost begins to throw right hands into his forehead repeatedly while stepping up the turnbuckle. He gets onto the second rope, continuing to hit him with right hands across his bloody forehead. Kingdom is putting up no defense as Frost finally places him a font facelock, continuing to stand on the second rope.

Jerry: Oh no, this is going to be brutal, Daemon Frost is about to put Kingdom through a glass table via a superplex!

Tim: This isn't going to be good at all.

Jason attempts to lift Kingdom with all of his strength only for the Team Leader to wrap his legs around the top rope, blocking the attempt. Frost appears shocked as he once again attempts to lift Kingdom only for him to keep his legs locked around the ropes. Suddenly Kingdom throws a right hand into the face of Daemon, followed by another and then delivering a hard knife edge chop that nearly knocks him off the turnbuckle. Frost is about to fall backwards into the ring when Kingdom grabs him by the hair and pulls his head in between his legs, surprisingly rising to his feet on the top rope. He now reaches down and wraps his arms around the waist of a proned Daemon and lifts him into the air. The fans are shocked as Kingdom gets Daemon up onto a single shoulder then dives forward, delivering the awesome bomb which sends Frost through the glass table. Pieces of it fly into the air as it shatters and Kingdom tumbles back first into the turnbuckle. Frost begin to writhe in agony amongst the broken chunks of glass which lie spread around his damaged body.

Tim: Wow! Kingdom just awesome bombed Frost from the top rope all the way through that glass table! You talk about brutal!

Jerry: That was truly a disturbing sight. I can't believe Kingdom was able to pull that move out against Frost.

Kingdom continues to lean against the turnbuckle bleeding heavily while Frost lies across the canvas completely motionless after the last move. Once again a holy shit chant has formulated across the sold out crowd. Everyone is standing in shock as they look upon the two bloody gladiaters continuing to battle on the inside of the ring.

Jerry: Surprisingly Kingdom is up by one table now.

Tim: Meaning that all he has to do is put Frost through one more glass table and he'll be the victor in this already epic confrontation.

Kingdom now steps forward slowly before dropping down to the canvas and rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. Once again the Team Leader nearly looses his footing from the extreme loss of blood until he moves forward, stumbling across the mats and grabbing the banner hanging off the apron. The crowd erupts into boos as he reaches under the ring and retrieves another glass table. He lifts it up slowly, having great trouble getting it situated due to the extreme loss of blood he has suffered from before dragging it towards the barricade. Kingdom begins to set it up slanted against the barricade as Frost actually shows signs of life on the inside of the ring, rolling onto his hands and knees. It's almost impossible for him to remain in this crawling position with blood gushing off his face and down to the canvas yet somehow he's able to plant his feet upon the canvas and stand up slowly.

Tim: How in the hell is Frost getting up? He's been busted open really badly and on top of that he's gone through two glass tables already.

Jerry: Daemon Frost isn't going to stop until either Kingdom is lying on that canvas dying or he is.

Kingdom finally gets the table set up, leaning upon it's glass surface with a glazed over look in his eyes. Blood absolutely pours from his face and across his chest while he slowly turns around towards the ring. Somehow Daemon has willed himself upwards and is now standing in the center of the ring bending forward and holding his glass punctured back. Without warning he rushes across the canvas and dives over the ropes, flying at Kingdom with a senton when the Team Leader steps out of the way, causing Frost to crash through the glass table leaning against the barricade. The crowd is shocked as Frost lies amongst the broken pieces of glass, Kingdom having dropped onto his hands and knees covered in blood.

Tim: Kingdom won! He did it!!

Jerry: No, no he didn't Tim. It has to be an offensive move through a glass table in order for it to count.

Tim: Your kidding me!

Johnny Kingdom crawls across the mats slowly, blood dripping from his face and onto the mats below as he nears Frost who is now lying on his side covered in glass. Kingdom grabs him by his blood soaked hair and rolls him over so that his face is on top of the shattered glass. The crowd is disgusted as Johnny begins to slide his face back and forth across the glass, pieces of it digging deeply into the flesh of Frost who has little defense left in his body. Kingdom grabs Daemon under the chin and lifts his head up, revealing the crimson mass to the fans. Frost's eyes are closed tightly as if completely out of it while pieces of glass protrude from his forehead. Kingdom now slaps him across the face causing even more boos to develop from the already angry jam packed arena. The Team Leader drags Frost up to his feet slowly, seeming to be having trouble doing so with their pain ridden bodies. Kingdom finally rolls Daemon into the ring, Frost laying out across his back with his arms and legs spread out to his sides, completely motionless. He now steps towards the black entry way slowly, grabbing one of the glass tables that line the barricades. He hoists it into the air across his chest before nearly falling over due to it's weight, yet after only a few moments of steadying himself he steps to the mats outside the ring and begins to set the table up.

Tim: Kingdom doing something very intelligent here, trying to conclude this match as fast as he can now.

Johnny slides in under the ropes, blood dripping from his face as he rises to his feet and stumbles towards the prone Daemon Frost. He slowly reaches down and grabs him by the hair, pulling Daemon up hesitantly before dragging him all the way onto his feet. Frost almost appears to be no more than dead weight as he is pulled to a standing position, Kingdom suddenly placing him in a front facelock. Somehow he's able to crack a grin as he lifts Daemon into the air for the Exodus Finale. Frost suddenly floats over however and lands on his feet right behind a shocked Kingdom who spins around to face him. The 2x4 embedded with glass shards rests on the canvas behind Daemon who wraps his arm around the neck of Kingdom and falls backwards. The crowd is shocked as Kingdom is hit with a downward spiral face first into the 2x4. Kingdom flops into the air, beginning to roll back and forth with his hands over his face, in terrible pain as yet more blood begins to pour. Both men lie side by side battered and broken, lying completely motionless across the canvas as the crowd stands up giving them a huge ovation.

Jerry: This huge crowd are giving these guys a standing ovation. Something they very much deserve after everything they've gone through here this evening.

Daemon finally begins to show signs of life, rolling across the canvas slowly as he gets onto his knees. He is barely able to stand up yet somehow begins to get his feet beneath him, willing himself upwards. Johnny on the other hand remains motionless, unable to move an inch it seems after the impact of the downward spiral. Frost reaches down and grabs the 2x4 once again, lifting it up to his midsection slowly before he places his hand into the pocket of his pants. He removes a small metallic object which ignites the 2x4 to a huge reaction from the fans. Daemon lifts the burning 2x4 above his head, staring at Kingdom who has gotten up onto his hands and knees, beginning to rise ever so slowly.

Tim: Dear God no, Daemon Frost has lit that 2x4 on fire!

Jerry: Don't do something your going to regret Frost, put that 2x4 down before it's too late.

Kingdom grabs ahold of the ropes, utilizing them to pull himself up slowly. He finally reaches his feet then spins around at a very hesitant pace when Frost steps forward and slams the burning 2x4 right across his forehead. Everyone in the arena responds with cheers, some immediately bursting into holy shit chants as Kingdom tumbles backwards and crashes onto the canvas, grabbing his forehead and rolling across the ring towards the ropes.

Jerry: Frost just struck Kingdom with that 2x4! He hit him with a burning 2x4, this is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen.

Tim: Kingdom is bleeding from head to toe, Frost has lost his mind. Somebody call the burn ward unit.

The 2x4 is still aflame as Frost steps towards Kingdom who has pushed himself up onto his knees and elbows bleeding tremendously. Daemon suddenly lifts the 2x4 into the air and slams it over the spine of the Team Leader who yells in pain, dropping onto his stomach and beginning to flop up and down once again, blood flowing down his spine. Frost now throws down the 2x4 as he grabs Kingdom around the head and pulls him up slowly. Kingdom is reaching for his blood covered back as he's pulled head first in between the legs of Frost, Daemon once again motioning for a huge piledriver, this time onto the burning 2x4.

Tim: Oh no, anything but this!

Frost reaches down grabbing Kingdom by the back of his pants and beginning to lift him into the air when the Team Leader suddenly stands up, pulling his head out from between Daemon's legs. He then grabs one of Frost's arms, stepping around behind it as he tries to pull Daemon down to the canvas with a crippler crossface.

Tim: Kingdom is going for the Lesson in Leadership!

Jerry: If he locks this in it could due a lot of damage to Frost, really soften him up.

Daemon remains standing, his feet planted upon the canvas while Kingdom continues pugnaciously to try and pull him down to the canvas and lock in the crossface. Suddenly Frost rolls forward, getting his arm free and standing up quickly as he spins around and moves towards Kingdom who kicks him to his gut and pulls him into a front facelock. The entire arena is infuriated as Kingdom lifts Daemon into the air and drags him down to the canvas with the Exodus Finale, slamming the back of his head across the flaming 2x4.

Jerry: The X-Man, I mean, Exodus Finale right onto that 2x4! Talk about absolutely crazy!!

Tim: Frost countered out of the crossface but I don't think he knew he'd be walking right into the Exodus Finale as a result of which.

Kingdom rolls onto his side, blood dripping from his ripped face while Frost gets onto his stomach, his hands gripping the back of his head. Both men are in a great deal of pain yet Kingdom is the first to begin showing signs of life. He painstakingly works his way up onto his feet and then steps towards Frost, giving him a hard kick to the back of his head, followed by another before finally grabbing him around the chin and pulling him upwards. Frost is barely able to stand after the tremendous impact of the Exodus Finale, coupled with the fall onto the 2x4. Kingdom refuses to release him however as he drags Frost towards one of the turnbuckles, the closest one to the glass table positioned on the outside of the ring. Kingdom turns back first towards the turnbuckle and begins to step up it backwards, holding onto the back of Frost's head as he does so. As Kingdom gets onto the top rope he starts pulling Daemon up with him, getting Frost onto the second rope before he wraps his arms around his waist. The Team Leader suddenly lifts Daemon into the air, getting him up and onto his shoulders as he turns around on the top rope so that he is facing the glass table on the outside of the ring.

Jerry: Kingdom is about to powerbomb Frost from the top rope onto that glass table!

Tim: This is the end, Kingdom is about to win this epic battle!

Kingdom prepares to hit the powerbomb when Daemon suddenly wraps his legs around his neck and drops backwards. He pulls Kingdom off the top rope, giving him the frankenstiner and sending the Team Leader flying through the glass table at ringisde. The glass shatters to bits around the body of Kingdom as he smacks into the mats while Frost plummits onto the mats as well across his hands and knees.

Tim: Frost just hit the Frankensteiner! My God, Kingdom just went right through that glass table!

Jerry: What a shocking sight! The score is now tied up here, two tables a piece, we're getting into sudden death!

Tim: This thing has been almost disturbing, there is blood absolutely everywhere!

Daemon uses the ring to pull himself up slowly, reaching his feet and setting his sights upon the motionless Kingdom, who is absolutely covered in his own blood. Frost steps towards the tables lining the barricade once again, staggering in their direction as he scoops one up into his arms and steps towards the Team Leader who has glass all around his battered body. The fans are still absolutely amazed by that unbelievable frankenstiener that sent Kingdom plummiting to his demise while Daemon slides the glass table into the ring. He now rolls in himself, working on fumes after the shere violence and brutality in which has befallen him tonight.

Jerry: Daemon Frost is setting up for the end here, he is going to finish Kingdom off for good in what has been one of the bloodiest, damndest matches I've ever witnessed.

Tim: I've never seen anything like what we've witnessed here thus far. These two guys have put absolutely everything on the line and they both still have to put each other through one more table in order to get the victory.

Jerry: I don't know how their going to do it ladies and gentlemen, they've already endured so much.

Frost looks to be having incredible difficulties getting the table set up, yet eventually does so, the top half of his body lying across it for a few moments as he tries to catch his breath. He finally turns around and drops to the canvas, moving at a slow pace to the outside of the ring while Kingdom rolls onto his stomach, pushing himself up slowly amongst the shattered pieces of glass, blood oozing from every inch of his face. Daemon surprisingly lifts the banner hanging off the apron and reaches under the ring and to a great deal of cheers begins to slide a ladder out.

Tim: Oh my God, as if enough foreign objects haven't already been introduced into this match, Frost is now grabbing a freaking ladder!

Jerry: What else can he possibly do with that thing now?

Daemon pulls the huge painter's ladder out from under the ring, nearly falling over several times as he stands it up slowly. He then places it on the apron before sliding it under the ropes all the way to the inside. Kingdom grabs the banner and uses it to pull himself up slowly, his blood smearing it as he does so. He finally gets his feet under him upon the mats and turns towards Frost who steps in and slugs him across the face, not much behind his right hands. He then hits another that nearly takes Kingdom down to the canvas before he grabs him by the back of the head and rolls him under the ropes to the inside of the ring. Frost now gets into the ring himself as Kingdom stands up, stumbling across the canvas towards the glass table when Daemon rushes up behind him with as much speed as he can muster and then clubs the Team Leader over the back. The shot knocks him forward onto the table, Kingdom now lying across it as the blood soaked Daemon grabs the ladder and begins to stand it up in the corner, using all of his strength to get the towering mass to be upright. He now points to the top, causing a huge reaction from the fans before he starts to climb the ladder, his back turned towards Kingdom. He scales the ladder one rung at a time, holding on tightly.

Jerry: Frost is about to do something crazy Tim, this could be the end of this match.

Tim: I shudder to think of what is about to happen.

Daemon gets about less than half way up the ladder when he turns and spots Kingdom rolling off the table, the crowd booing. The Team Leader bends forward and steps to the center of the ring. Frost slowly turns around on the ladder so that he is facing Kingdom when he lifts one of his legs into the air staring down at his knee, motioning for the Frost special. The crowd goes crazy as Daemon releases the ladder and jumps forward at Kingdom, folding his leg and preparing to drop knee first across the back of his head. Kingdom suddenly side steps him and catches Frost by the arm on the way down. The fans are shocked as Frost is pulled down to the canvas with the arm bar then placed in the crossface.

Tim: The Lesson in Leadership!!

Jerry: I can't believe it! Kingdom maybe able to wear down Frost a great deal with this vicious submission hold!

Blood and sweat pour to the canvas from both men's aching bodies as Kingdom really pulls back on the crossface, placing as much pressure upon Frost as he can. Daemon roars in pain as he raises one of his hands into the air, beginning to smack the canvas repeatedly to no avail, submissions not being a permitted way to conclude this epic confrontation. Frost stops tapping and tries to will himself upwards, to fight out of the hold yet Kingdom refuses to give him any leeway, holding on with absolutely all of his strength, at least the strength that remains in his wore out body. Daemon's eyes suddenly shut after several moments of being held in the crossface, fading out slowly from the prolonged pain of Kingdom's trademark manuever.

Tim: Daemon is fading, he's beginning to pass out from the horrific pain of the Lesson in Leadership!

Jerry: He's been held in it for several agonizing minutes.

Frost is now completely out of it yet Kingdom continues to hold the crossface in, the boos becoming astronomical in the arena. Finally Kingdom releases the now unconscious Frost, rolling onto his knees and looking out from beneath his crimson mask of blood at the ladder in front of the corner. He slowly works his way to his feet and grabs Daemom by the hair, trying to pull the injured Frost to his feet. Daemon is no more than dead weight at first yet begins to walk as he reaches his feet, being dragged towards the ladder by the absolutely exhausted Johnny. Frost falls to his knees and leans against the side of the ladder once they get close to it, yet Kingdom pulls him back up. Kingdom starts up one side of the ladder, his back towards the glass table as he reaches around the ladder holding onto the hair of Frost. He pulls Daemon up the other side of the ladder, Frost almost climbing it instinctivly in his battered, incoherant state.

Tim: They're going up the ladder Jerry, I think somebody is about to go through that table to end this unbelievable match, and my money is on Daemon.

Jerry: That certainly does look like the safe bet but these guys have been able to pull out of shere disasters several times tonight, especially Frost.

Flashbulbs begin to ignite throughout the sea of humanity as Kingdom and Frost reach the top of the ladder after several minutes of agonizing climbing. They are in the nose bleed section it seems at their incredible height upon the unstable ladder. Daemon is completely out of it still as Kingdom reaches over the top of the ladder and places him in a front facelock, lifting his other arm into the air.

Jerry: Oh no, Kingdom is going to give Daemon the Exodus Finale from the top of that ladder through the glass table!!

Tim: This is going to be insane! I almost can't stand to watch yet I can't find the strength to turn away. It's like a car crash your naturally drawn to...

Jerry: We get the point Tim!

Johnny lowers his cut up arm and grabs Daemon by the back of the pants. He now lifts Frost into the air for the brainbuster DDT yet can't get him over. Daemon shifts his weight and falls back down feet first on the rungs of the ladder. Kingdom attempts to lift him again yet Frost keeps himself planted, infuriating the Team Leader. Daemon begins to launch right hands into the ribs of Kingdom finally causing him to break the front facelock. Frost grabs him by the back of the head now with both hands and smacks him face first into the top of the ladder, the blow nearly knocking Kingdom off. He manages to wrap his hands around the top though, keeping himself on the ladder as Frost begins to throw some rights into the side of his face, trying everything in his power to knock him off. Kingdom refuses to be taken down though as Frost hits him with another hard ringer. The blow causes Kingdom's hands to slip off the ladder as he leans backwards, about to crash into the table below.

Jerry: Oh my god!!!

Kingdom reaches out and grabs the ladder at the last second, keeping himself from falling.

Tim: That was incredibly close ladies and gentlemen, Kingdom was seconds away from going through that glass table!

Kingdom continues to manage holding onto the ladder when Frost places him in a front facelock of his own and looks out over the standing crowd, everyone on pins and needles. Daemon suddenly rushes up the rungs of the ladder with remarkable speed before he jumps off the top and spins around, holding onto Kingdom with the front facelock, dragging him off with a tornado DDT. In mid air Kingdom counters, grabbing the back of Frost's leg and placing his hand to his chest in the form of a spinebuster as they crash through the glass table below. Daemon hitting it first and Kingdom landing on his seat then popping into the air as glass embeds it's self into his skin. Frost slams into the canvas hard as he flops into the air and turns landing on his stomach with glass sticking out of his back. The fans are standing, some cheering, some chanting holy shit, and others in a stunned silence.

Tim: Sweet Jesus! It's over!! It's over!!

Jerry: That was the craziest thing I've ever seen!

Both men continue to lie motionless upon the canvas, glass spread throughout the ring all around their broken and bloodied bodies. The referee stands back with a shocked look on his face, just as surprised by the unbelievable turn of events as everyone else. Too Much by Ghetto Concept blares over the loud speakers finally as the bell sounds to conclude the brutal battle between the two rivals.

Jerry: At the last possible moment, Johnny Kingdom countered the tornado DDT into a spinebuster through the glass table! I never thought I'd see something like that all of my life.

Tim: Well that's what you just saw Jerry. Kingdom has defeated perhaps his greatest rival here in the ULW, but Frost has nothing to be ashamed of. These two men put on nothing short of a classic here tonight, one of the bloodiest most brutal matches in possibly the history of this federation.

Jerry: I never thought it was going to end like this, Johnny Kingdom walking out the winner.

Tim: Who says he's going to be walking.

The referee begins to assist the blood covered Kingdom to his feet, the Team Leader having tremendous trouble getting to his feet. Kingdom's legs buckle beneath his broken body as EMTs rush from the back bringing a stretcher with them. Somehow Kingdom is able to lift his arms into the air before falling back into the arms of the referee, his blood beginning to soak the official's shirt. Frost is already showing signs of life, rising onto his hands and knees as EMTs slide in to check on his condition. Daemon rises to his knees and shoves them out of his way, pushing several down to the canvas as he gets onto his feet of his own accord. Daemon falls back to his knees amongst the broken glass as the EMTs step in again. He grabs them by their shirts and pulls himself upwards before he shoves them out of his way again and starts to stumble around the ring in a great deal of pain, yet refusing any assistance.

Jerry: What a showing of strength and determination by Frost! After going through all of this tonight he still has the ability to stand up on his own and walk away.

Tim: Amazing, but he still lost, hahaha.

Kingdom lies down on top of the stretcher at the ringside area before the EMTs start to push him towards the back. His blood pours onto the matress, his entire body racked with pain after the incredible performance. Frost finally gets to his feet, planting them upon the canvas as the fans stand and give him a huge standing ovation, everyone putting their hands together after what they've witnessed here tonight.

Jerry What a match we have witnessed here tonight, these two guys have gone through so much. What a way to end this incredible rivalry.

Tim: Who knows if these two men will ever be the same again.

Daemon Frost continues to stand in the ring looking out over the cheering fans as Kingdom is pushed through the curtains to the back spread across the stretcher. The scene fades in to the corridors of Madison Square Garden and the new ULW Livewire Champion Psycho is standing in front of a camera with Tom Hammond. Psycho has cuts and bruises over his face and is holding his back but he now has a huge grin on his face for the fact that he just won the Livewire Championship. His eyes still look sadistic at the moment. Tom Hammond brings the mic to his lips and speaks)

Tom: First of all Psycho. Congratulations on your win over Too Magnificent. How do you feel?

Psycho: Physically I feel fine. Its just a few cuts and bruises nothing I can’t wrestle off. As for mentally. I am great. I have proved to Too Magnificent that I am what I say I am and he is not that Magnificent. I proved him wrong by defeating him for his beloved Livewire Championship. But now its mine. And I wear it with great pride and I intend to wear it for a long time to come yet

Tom: I'm sure you will. Now that your first match is out of the way how do you feel about going into this Hardcore Invitational?

Psycho: I still feel great. I have won the first battle of tonight but my war is not yet over. I still have to get through this match. There is people like Spider, Hurse, Synclaire and Bullseye who all have a good chance of winning this because it is who has the last pin at the end of it. For all we know Bullseye could get the first pin then me then him then me. But you would then think well Its going to be Psycho or Bullseye who wins this but then in the last ten seconds Spider could get a pin and he would be named the X-treme/Hardcore champion and nobody would know what hit them. This match can have many turns and I expect it to have many. But I am surely one of underdogs because I have just gone through that match with Too Magnificent and I have been worn down. But the second wind will come during this match and I will fight for what I believe it.

Tom: And what is that?

Psycho: The pure satisfaction of their pain. Please just one more question then I have to go and get ready. Again!

Tom: My last question will be why did you choose to put yourself in two matches tonight?

Psycho: Satisfaction Tom. I did it for my pure satisfaction. I will be satisfied when I enter that ring for another 45 minutes and I deliver yet more pain to my opponents. I'm sorry Tom but I have to go get ready now.

Tom: Ok then. Good luck later on tonight Psycho.

The scene fades to black with Psycho walking off with a huge smile on his face.

A falling title belt is suddenly shown, smacking into a lime green ground below. A voice begins to speak in the background, sounding almost like Ian McKellin from The Lord of the Rings.

Voice: There was created one ring to control them all. It is the power that all wish to poesses, that everyone will fight to control. It will be the downfall of all mankind.

Xavier is shown in the ring standing in front of Stevie James.

Xavier: That title is mine, I should be the number one contender damnit, I'm tired of being held back!

The belt is once again shown, now being twirled around in somebody's hands with bright red letting mysteriously appearing upon it while being held in front of a fire.

Voice: No man is capable of fighting it's power. Sooner or later they all sercume to the greed, to the lust for it's control.

Nathan Creed is featured standing on the second rope and holding the title belt above his head as flashbulbs explode throughout the sea of humanity. It then switches to Bruce Lomod strolling out from the back through a thick layer of fog in black and white. We witness him standing on the apron and staring into the ring at Stevie James, Xavier and Hurse.

Lomond: This is my time, my opportunity. I've gone undefeated since my return, that strap is mine!

The title belt is shown seated upon a stone pedastal, beckoning to all seated around it in the circular courtyard.

Voice: It only has one desire though, to return to the power in which created it.

More black and white imagry envelops the screen, this time featuring Awol choking Stevie James then hitting him with the choke slam in the center of the ring. Hellkat is shown moments after her defeat of Daemon Frost, lifting the championship above her head in and exhausted state.

Voice: They will not stop until they have it. It calls to them, seeking it's master at all times.

The championship gold is featured around being held above a pit of lava, a dirty young man standing on the edge of a small rocky cliff on the inside of a large cavern.

Voice: It must be destroyed, for you see you would attempt to use it for good, but all that it would cause would be evil.

Daemon is shown lying on the canvas with a busted open face, blood rushing down his face. Hellkat is shown yelling in pain as she's held in the sharpshooter. Killjoy and Bruce Lomond fighting with another before being seperated by security takes up the next scene.

Voice: This shall be the decided moment for all mankind, all rests upon the shoulders of a single soul.

Awol is shown holding the gold above his head before switching to Daemon Frost with the belt handing from his grasp then Hellkat with the belt wrapped around her waist. Magnum is now featured clutching the championship before Nathan Creed is shown staring down into his title belt. The show returns to the ring as a crew works on sweeping the canvas clean of glass.

Jerry: Well folks. Lets get ready for this match. It is the newcomer to ULW Ecks vs on old ULW roster member Stinger X-2.

Tim: This will certainly be interesting. But my money is on Ecks. He has beaten the crap out of too many people to count. Stinger X-2 will just be another to the list.

Jerry: I wouldn't count out Stinger. He is one tough guy. He has taken a few people down before as well. But will his fall from the weapons lair match have an effect on how he wrestles.

(Ecks' music hits the P.A system and Ecks makes his way down to the ring. No pyro's no lights no nothing)

Ring Announcer: Coming to the ring standing at 6'5 and weighing in at 243lbs. He is from London, England. He is Ecks!!!!!!!

Jerry: A very different entrance.

Tim: The entrance doesn't mean anything when you see this guy in the ring.

(Suddenly 'The Kids aren't alright' by The Offspring hits the PA system. Stinger emerges from the curtain wearing glittering armour over his attire and holds a firework cannon under his arm. As the solo at the start of the song ends, Stinger fires of a few fireworks before dropping the cannon. He walks across to one side of the stage and listens to the cheers, then walks across to the other side and listens to their cheers. Stinger decides which side has the most and climbs into the crowd on that side. He tags as many hands as he can reach as he walks to the ring, upon arrival, he hops the banister and slides into the ring. He looks around with a broad smile before collapsing to his knees with his arms outstretched and head low, pyro's erupts from the four corners of the ring upon impact with the mat. As the music dies he climbs to his feet and sits up on the top turnbuckle. Ecks is just standing there jogging on the spot with a smile on his face.) Ring Announcer: And his opponent standing at 6’2 and weighing in at 248lbs. He is from New Jersey. He is Stinger X-2!!!!!!!!! Jerry: Now that was an entrance. That is the way to get the crowd involved

Tim: No that is the way to get cheap pops from the crowd by touching them. He is just trying to get the crowd behind him.

(Stinger gets down from the turnbuckle and walks towards the centre of the ring as Ecks walks towards the centre as well. The bell signals and the two men lock up. Ecks quickly turns it in to a headlock and holds it in firmly. He then spins around him and hits him with a drop toe hold, then goes back to a headlock on the ground but Stinger turns over and gets out of it. Both men rise to their feet sharpishly and stare at each other)

Jerry: What a great start to a match. Shows how both men won't lay down.

Tim: Yeah but as you see it is Ecks who is doing all the moves not Stinger. And that is why he is going to win.

(Both men circle each then lock up again. This time Stinger goes behind him and locks him around the waist and hoists him up and over for a german suplex but doesn't stop their. He does this another two times before letting go. Stinger stand straight up with a smile on his face as Ecks gets up with the aid of the ropes whilst holding his neck)

Jerry: He likes to call that Nova.

Tim: He names his moves. What a loser.

(Both men once again stare at each other as the circle each other again. And again they lock up. But Ecks is quick to wrench the arm but Stinger does a front roll and locks in a arm wrench of his own. Ecks now slowly pushes Stinger into the corner when the ref asks for a clean break. Stinger lets go and as he does Ecks hits him with a knee strike into the corner. He now attempts to throw Stinger into the opposing corner but Stinger counters it. Ecks hits the turnbuckle hard as Stinger starts to run at Ecks. Ecks sees it coming and attempts a back body drop but Stinger lands on the apron. He now grabs his left arm and drop to the floor with a guillotine to his arm. Ecks' arm bounces back and Ecks walks out of the corner in pain holding his arm.)

Jerry: Smart move there by Stinger. Taking out that arm can stop a number of moves.

Tim: Yeah I suppose but Ecks will shake it off.

(Stinger slides back into the ring to send a right hand into the jaw of Ecks. He stumbles back a bit. Stinger hits another two shot which eventually makes Ecks stumble back into the corner. He now starts to deliver multiple shoulder thrusts to the abdomen of Ecks. The ref counts to four and Stinger moves away from him. Stinger walks back over to him and delivers two hard shots to the injured shoulder which makes Ecks fall to his knees against the ropes. He picks him up and wraps Ecks’ arm around the top rope and starts to pulls on it)

Jerry: Stinger isn't giving up going after that arm. A very smart move.

Tim: Ecks will come back don't you worry about that.

Jerry: I'm sure he will

(He lets go and Ecks stumbles into the corner. Stinger walks up to him but Ecks kicks him in the gut. Stinger just in return hits Ecks with a straight right hand which knocks him out of the corner. Stingers grabs his arm again and twist it before pulling it down causing Ecks to flip to the mat. He walks over to him and picks him off the mat then irish whips him but Ecks counters and on Stingers return he throws him into the ropes and his neck hit’s the top rope. As Stinger stumbles back Ecks connects with a forward falling inverted DDT. Stinger goes to ground holding his neck as Ecks gets back to his feet. Now Ecks slides out of the ring and grabs Stinger by the head and pulls his head over the apron. He now faces the opposite direction and locks his arm with his own and hits the Unprettier onto the apron. Stinger starts rolling around vigorously as Ecks smiles at what he just did. The crowd are showing a mixed reaction at that move.)

Jerry: OH MY GOD WHAT A DEVASTATING MOVE!!!!

Tim: And that is why I chose Ecks to won. Because of moves like that. This match is over.

Jerry: It may well be after that move.

(The referee orders Ecks to get back in the ring and he complies with him. He slides back into the ring and pulls Stinger to the centre of the ring with him. He hooks the leg for the cover)

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Stingers shoulder just got off the mat at the last second. Ecks is furious. He goes straight back to the head of Stinger. He locks in a rear chin lock. He holds it their for a little while before the fans start to stomp the ground trying to motivate Stinger. Stinger starts to hit Ecks in the knee joint and slowly starts to make it to his feet. He is at his feet and he starts to elbow Ecks in the gut but Ecks simply goes to an eye rake. Ecks then clubs Stinger in the back of the head and Stinger falls to the mat. Ecks now drops an elbow across the throat of Stinger and covers him…

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Stingers shoulder shoots off the mat again and Ecks looks frustrated)

Tim: This match should be over. I don't know how Stinger is doing this.

Jerry: Its heart Tim. Its all heart. So far this has been a great match. And there is still more to come.

(Ecks now locks in a camel clutch. Stinger is yelling out in pain but refuses to tap out. Stinger starts to make it to his feet so Ecks changes it into a sleeper hold. Stinger starts to elbow Ecks in the abdomen and the hold is released. Stinger runs against the ropes and Ecks attempts a clothes line but Stinger ducks it. Stinger bounces off the other side and Ecks lowers his head to back body drop him but Stinger jumps and lands his leg on the back of Ecks' neck and hits a Fameasser.)

Jerry: That was what Stinger likes to call the mat eater.

Tim: Does he name his punches as well.

Jerry: Don't be stupid Tim. Anyway as you can see Ecks eat that mat and that also took a lot out of Stinger too so now both men are down. Who will make it too their feet first.

(Both men simultaneously start to make it to their feet but Ecks makes it first. Ecks delivers a straight right to the skull of Stinger and he stumbles to the ropes before coming back and delivering one of his own. Ecks retaliates with another shot to the jaw as does Stinger second later. Both men now quickly trading blows but Stinger is getting the advantage. He bounces off the ropes and the both hit each other with a forearm. Now Ecks runs off the ropes but Stinger meets him with a Terra Kick (shuffle side kick). Stinger now falls on top of him and hooks the leg…

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Ecks got his shoulder up just before the count of three. Both men make it too their feet but Ecks somehow makes it to his feet first. He whips him into the ropes and as he comes back he runs at him and jumps upon his shoulders and hits a running hurricanrana. Ecks now cover…

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Stinger got his shoulder up at the last second)

Jerry: This is a great match we have on our hands here and the night has only really begun.

Tim: It has been a great match and the night has only just started.

(Ecks just gets back up to his feet as Stinger gets up slowly. Ecks goes to the turnbuckle and stands up waiting for Stinger to make it to his feet. As Stinger does Ecks launches himself off with a missile drop-kick but Stinger rolls out of the way and crawls over to Ecks and rolls him up for a small package…

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Ecks' shoulder shot up at the last moment)

Jerry: This match has been one great match wont you say Tim.

Tim: It has been a block buster.

(Stinger gets to his feet and picks up Ecks. But Ecks hits Stinger with a jawbreaker. Stinger falls to his knees and Ecks stumbles to the corner before running back and leaping in the air towards Stingers head. HE HIT IT HE HIT IT!!!! THE BROKEN SMILE (Shining Wizard). Ecks quickly climbs on top of Stinger and puts one arm over him.)

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Tim: OH MY GOD!!! Can't this official count to three. Is should have been over many times now.

Jerry: Well Stinger is just showing how much he wants to win this match on his way back to the ULW.

(Ecks kneels over Stingers body and picks him up. He goes to whip him to the corner but Stinger holds onto his arm and pulls him towards him. THE BOOMERANG. HE HIT IT OUT OF NOWHERE. Stinger puts an arm over Ecks and the referee makes the count…

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Jerry: STINGER DONE IT. STINGER DONE IT. He got the win and out of nowhere.

Tim: He is just a fluke. Ecks is the true winner.

Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match is Stinger X-2!!!!!!!!!

(Stinger makes it to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle and taunts to the crowd. A great applause for Stinger X-2 can be heard as he leaves the ring)

The scene switches to the backstage area as we see Stevie James marching down one of the corridors. He is dressed in a gray suit and doesn't appear very happy about what has thus far transpired this evening. He continues to step forward past a group of jobbers lining the walls and chatting with one another when a figure moves into the scene in front of him. Stevie pauses in his tracks as the gentlemen, clothed in a black suit, a white undershit beneath and a dark tie around his throat. He is also wearing a Pittsburgh Steelers cap on top of his head, and seems to have a very puggy stomach. James is about to pass him by when the gentlemen stops him in his tracks by lifting his hands into the air with his palms open, and beginning to speak quickly.

Mystery Man: Excuse me, Mr. James!

Stevie stops walking as he examines the figure in front of him. He then reaches into his jacket pocket and grabs a black marker, writing his name upon the palm of the now confused gentlemen.

James: There's your autograph buddy.

James begins to walk around him when the chubby gentlemen grabs him by the shoulder.

>font color= gold>Mystery Man: Wait a second Mr. James, I didn't want your autograph. I'm here on behalf of the network, the channel that airs your weekly FUF events. My name is Jason Seagreen.

The overweight gentlemen sticks his hand out, as Stevie pauses, intrigued, finally realizing that he's not a mere fan, yet not shaking his hand.

James: The network, why the hell did they send you to our payperview?

Seagreen: Well Mr. James, the Network has a lot of complaints about the way ULW has been doing business lately. We've provided your federation with a lot of leeway, obvious by us allowing the name of your weekly show to be Fucked Up Friday, but that was merely because we had a good working relationship with Mrs. Grey. Now that she has taken time off though the Network has not liked what it's seen.

Stevie seems a bit frustrated, a little angered about this comment as he crosses his arms and listens.

Stevie: Such as?

Seagreen: Just about everything, it was all out chaos last week. Besides the fact that we had to postpone the airing of it till Monday because of the staff problems, we also saw Daemon Frost get attacked viciously by Xavier after his match with Lethal Weapon, which I might add was excessivly violent. We also witnessed Awol do something rather disgusting things, such as attack not only you but kidnap a man on live television. Killjoy and Bruce Lomond attempted to tear one another apart and a lot more. The fact of the matter is, we at the Network are not sure that the ULW is safe in your hands, we'd like to make sure that things become a little more suitable to air on our station.

Stevie: Is that right?

Seagreen nods his head with a condascending smile on his face. James steps in close, so that they are almost nose to nose.

Stevie: Well I don't give a shit what the Network thinks of how we're handeling things in the ULW. I've got more to worry about then you pencil pushing weeines. So why don't you go back to New York City, or where ever your from and tell your bosses to kiss my ass.

Stevie turns away from the scared yet flustered Seagreen who watches him walk away with a sort of power strut. Seagreen's face becomes red as he reaches into his pocket and removes a silver cell phone, hitting the speed dial and placing it to his ear, breathing deeply.

Seagreen: Yeah, this is Jason Seagreen, put Mr. Williams on the phone. (Pauses for a moment) Yes, Mr. Willams, I just talked to the ULW represenitive, he was a little less than forthcoming with me. In fact he insulted the Network and has shown a flagrent disrespect for our autority. Should I go ahead and set our plans into motion then sir?

Jason smiles as if he likes the response he was given.

Seagreen: Excellent.

He begins to chuckle before the show returns to the ring.

Tim: What the hell was that all about?

Jerry: No telling, all I know is that the Network just doesn't seem very happy with the way things have gone here in the ULW over the past few weeks.

Tim: What plans are they talking about though?

Jerry: Oh who cares, what can the Network do? Anyway Taylor, we’re moments away from what should be a huge tag team match, that shall unify both the Annihlation and the FUF tag titles.

Tim: That’s right, the reason this thing is so huge is because the winning team will be the soul tag team champions.

Step It Up hits the loud speakers, causing everyone in the arena to rise to their feet and begin booing as loud as they can.

Tim: Well this is it, here comes Gangsta Nation, the deserving tag champions.

Jerry: We’ll just see about that tonight.

Through the curtains stride the angry FUF champions, Impaler and Remix emerge from mind, both men appearing very serious, determined to make a point tonight. The fans are actually standing up in the front row, leaning over the barricade and hurling obscenities at them. Remix moves forward, beginning to shout at them and making a back handing motion with his hand before the duo starts down the ramp slowly.

Jerry: I really hope that the Coven put these guys in their place tonight.

Tim: You would wouldn’t you Jerry? Your so stereotypical, of course your gonna support the so called good guys.

Gangsta Nation starts towards the ring when Remix pauses, reaching over the barricade into the stands and grabbing a large sign. It reads “We Love The Coven” with a circle drawn around it in red, Remix angrily rips it down the middle and throws it back into the fans’ face. He then turns and starts towards the ring once again, fuming with rage. Remix steps onto the apron before sitting on the second rope before sliding through the ropes. Impaler waltzes onto the apron before scaling the turnbuckle on the outside. He reaches the second rope and takes a long hard look out over the stands in anger. An even louder chorus of boos rain down over the arena as Remix continues to stand on the turnbuckle shaking his head and acting disgusted by their response. However the crowd begins to sing a much different tune when The Coven theme erupts over the loud speakers. The crowd begins to go nuts as through the curtains stride Tristan and Serenity. Smoke pours through the stage, surrounding the Annihlation tag champions, the belt shimmering around their waists.

Jerry: Listen to this reaction for The Coven!

Tim: What did you say, I couldn’t understand you with all this senseless cheering going on!

The fans continue to cheer as loud as they can while the two members of the Coven start down the ramp looking extremely angry, perhaps even a little frustrated. Remix stares over his shoulder standing on the second rope, not appearing happy. Both champions continue down the ramp as the fans stick their hands out over the barricade, begging for a high five. Tristan throws out a few as he and Serenity set their eyes upon Gangsta Nation, both members now in the center of the ring looking ready for their opponents. Serenity begins to whisper something into her partner’s ear as they stop about mid way down the ramp. They seem to be psyching one another up before they both once again start towards the ring, slapping a few more hands sticking out of the sea of humanity.

Jerry: The Coven sure do appear irate, I can’t wait to see what they do in the center of the ring tonight against Gangsta Nation.

Impaler and Remix have moved to their corner, Impaler standing on the apron. Tristan and Serenity jump onto the apron upon their knees then rise to their feet, as Remix points at them mouthing off. They only smirk in their opponents’ direction before Tristan slides through the ropes into the ring, Serenity remaining on the apron in the Coven corner. Tristan spins around to face Serenity, talking over a gameplan. The bell sounds and immediately Remix steps up behind Tristan and gives him a double axe handle to his upper back. Tristan quickly spins around and receives a right hand from a determined angry Remix 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, Remix getting this thing started quickly, maybe he wants to end it fast.

Jerry: Somehow I don’t think that’s going to happen.

Impaler looks ecstatic in his corner as Remix lifts his elbow into the air and brings it down across the forehead of Tristan, nearly taking him down to the canvas as the Coven member backs into the ropes. Remix gives him another sharp kick to the stomach then grabs him by the wrist and attempts to whip him across the ropes. However Tristan reverses it, throwing Remix across the ring instead. As he rushes back in Tristan hits him with a vicious clothesline right across the throat. The blow takes Remix down to the canvas hard before the Gangsta Nation member sits up clutching his jugular with a shocked expression on his face. The crowd cheers the force of the blow before Tristan steps in and begins to stomp Remix to the back of the head repeatedly, showing some more of his raw strength. Remix’s face is cringing in pain as Tristan 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 whoo. Remix begins to back up trying to cover his chest but receiving yet another vile chop from Tristan, this one even worse than the last.

Jerry: Look at this powerhouse Tristan just unload on Remix. These Coven members just get more and more impressive each time I see them.

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

Jerry: A huge German by Tristan in this fast paced heated match.

Tim: I don’t know what’s up with Gangsta Nation tonight, The Coven just seem to be beating them to the punch.

Tristan makes his way to his corner, tagging in his partner Serenity who immediately begins to scale the turnbuckle. The fans start to go crazy, everyone getting to their feet at the sight of this as Serenity reaches the top rope, Impaler getting up in the center of the ring appearing very upset. Serenity suddenly flies through the air and connects with a hard flying clothesline, taking the Impaler down to the canvas while Serenity lands on her knees, the fans erupting all around him.

Jerry: What a move by Serenity, talk about a way to enter this match.

Serenity climbs on top of Impaler, hooking his leg as the referee slides in and begins to make the count.

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Impaler presses Serenity into the air off of him. Serenity lands on her hands and knees then rises to her feet quickly as Impaler rolls onto his elbows. She begins to throw right hands into the face of Impaler before grabbing him around the shoulder and pulling him to his feet, then grabbing his wrist and backing him into the ropes. She begins to whip him across the ring when Impaler turns and places the breaks on it, pulling Serenity into a front waist lock then lifting her into the air and turning as she brings him down to the canvas with a brutal belly to belly suplex with all of Impaler’s weight crashing down on top of the the Coven member. He hooks her leg quickly.

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

Tim: Yeah, you show her who’s boss Impaler.

Jerry: Gangsta Nation have got such an ego problem.

Serenity suddenly throws a right hand into the face of Impaler, followed by another that shocks the big man, knocking him backwards with each blow. Serenity has an angry expression on her face as she hits Impaler with another right hand when he launches a knee into her midsection. Serenity bends forward holding her ribs when Impaler rushes across the ring, backing into the ropes which launch him back at Serenity at an accelerated speed. Suddenly Serenity springs high into the air and delivers a picture perfect dropkick right to the face of Impaler, both competitors collapsing to the canvas.

Jerry: Did you see that dropkick, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it as perfectly executed as that.

Tim: Yeah I saw it, and I dare to say Impaler felt it.

Jerry: Well obviously.

Remix places his hands in his hair looking upset as Impaler rolls onto his hands and knees, beginning to push himself up with a dazed expression on his face. Serenity steps in and stomps him to the forehead repeatedly. Impaler refuses to go down though, rising to his feet and bending forward before Serenity steps back then rushes in and jumps into the air. She wraps her arms around the neck of Impaler as she flips over him, delivering a swinging neckbreaker out of this position that causes the fans to go crazy once again. Serenity quickly rises to her feet and steps towards Tristan, tagging him back in. Tristan steps over the ropes as Impaler once again rises to his feet holding the back of his neck and appearing a bit surprised. He turns around to face Tristan who throws a thunderous right hand into his chin, followed by another. The shots nearly take Impaler off of his feet repeatedly before Tristan places him in a front face lock and grabs him by the back of the tights. Impaler is unable to stop being pulled up and over into a hard snap suplex by Tristan who gets back to a vertical base quickly. Impaler will not stay down though, rolling right back onto his hands and knees then beginning to stand up as well. Tristan 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.

Jerry: Oh my God, Tristan is going for a Torture Rack!

Tristan gets Impaler positioned on his shoulders before he slides off and lands on his feet behind his back. Tristan spins around in shock before Impaler goes for a clothesline only for Tristan to step under it. He gets behind Impaler and buries his shoulder into his spine before lifting him into the air and hitting a huge backdrop suplex.

Jerry: An unbelievable set of counters between Tristan and Impaler. Gangsta Nation is just getting it taken to them thus far in this match.

Tim: They must have a head cold.

Jerry: I don’t think that’s it.

Tim: All right then, jet lag.

Jerry: I don’t think that’s it either.

Tim: Uhhhhh..... Food poisoning?

Jerry: Your really getting far fetched now.

Impaler gets onto his side holding his back before Tristan grabs him by the hair and pulls him up onto his feet, the big man lumbering a long. As he stands up Tristan grabs him by the wrist and attempts to whip him across the ring. Impaler buries both of his feet into the canvas, refusing to be moved as Tristan’s eyes fill with astonishment. He once again attempts to throw him across the ring but Impaler refuses to be moved. Impaler pulls him forward, bending down and grabbing him by the legs, lifting Tristan into the air and keeping him there when Remix suddenly flies off the top rope and connects with a front dropkick right to his face. Impaler allows Tristan to drop down to the canvas across his back as he covers his face in tremendous pain. Remix rolls across the ring and under the ropes, rising to his feet on the apron before begging for a tag.

Tim: Did you see that tag team move by Gangsta Nation!?!

Jerry: It was quite incredible!

Tim: That’s one hell of an understatement Eliza, why don’t you ever give credit where credit’s due?

Jerry: I do, I said it was incredible for crying out loud, what more do you want?

Tim: I don’t know, a little dance be nice.

Jerry: Would you please grow up so we can watch this tag team match?

Impaler approaches his corner and tags in Remix as Serenity shouts for her tag team partner to get up. Tristian rolls onto his hands and knees before beginning to push himself up at his partner’s behest. He turns around when Impaler steps in and kicks him to the gut, placing him in a front facelock. He lifts the Coven member into the air for a suplex as Remix stands behind him. Impaler allows Tristan to drop over his back as Remix 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 Gangsta Nation.

Tristan drops down across his chest and stomach holding his back and yelling in pain at the top of his lungs. Remix 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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Jerry: This could be it!

Tristan shoots his shoulder off of the canvas at the last second as Remix rises onto his knees appearing very upset over this as he begins to shake his head. He pushes Tristan back over onto his chest and stomach then places his knee into his spine, interlocking his hands around the chin of his opponent. Tristan begins to yell in pain in this chin lock variation, the knee being driven hard into his back.

Tim: Gangsta Nation seems to be targeting the back of Tristan now, a well placed strategic move by this excellent High Roller tandum.

Jerry: Don’t sell The Coven short.

Tristan yells in great pain as Remix places his fingers on the insides of his mouth pulling it apart. Serenity begs her partner to fight through the pain as Tristan begins to try and overcome the odds. He starts pushing himself upwards as the crowd really gets behind him, everyone standing up and clapping. Remix refuses to believe what he’s seeing, taking his knee away from his opponent’s back but keeping the chin lock applied. Tristan absolutely refuses to submit, reaching his feet when Remix steps in and wraps his arms around his neck, placing him in a textbook sleeper hold now. Tristan 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 Remix and dropping down, grabbing him by the back of the tights, pulling him backwards into a school boy pin.

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

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Remix kicks out quickly, rolling onto his hands and knees then rising to his feet at the same time as Tristan. He attempts to throw a right hand but Tristan wraps his arm around the neck of Remix and falls backwards, pulling him down face first to the canvas with a downward spiral. Remix slams into the canvas then rolls onto his back as Tristan crawls on top of him and hooks his leg, going for another pin.

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Remix gets his shoulder up yet again as the fans unleash a sigh in disgust.

Tim: Remix is not going down that easily, when will these freaks realize that?

Jerry: Both of these teams are trying to end this match quickly.

Tristan rises to his feet clutching his lower back before stepping towards Serenity and smacking her hand, tagging her into the match. Serenity slides through the ropes quickly and rushes at Remix who is still down, trying to make use of this momentary weakness. She reaches down grabbing the hair of Remix who suddenly reaches up and obtains a grasp upon the back of Serenity’s head, pulling her down into a school boy. The referee drops to the canvas and makes the count once more.

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Serenity kicks out almost effortlessly much to the pleasure of the crowd.

Tim: For a second there I thought Remix had her for sure.

Remix and Serenity rise to their feet quickly as the member of Gangsta Nation gets a knee up into the gut of Serenity, causing her to bend forward. He quickly double underhooks both of her arms, going for a double DDT as the crowd begins to boo. Suddenly Serenity stands up, backdropping him over the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Impaler looks incredibly concerned, grabbing a hold of his hair as Remix smacks the mats hard, sitting up and shouting at the top of his lungs. He grabs his lower back as Impaler drops off the apron and steps to his side, still appearing worried for his partner. Impaler assists Remix to his feet. Serenity suddenly rushes across the ring and jumps over the top rope, everyone jumping to their feet as she comes down on top of Gangsta Nation with a huge sommersalt pancha. All three wrestlers go down to the mats hard, Helga shaking her head in disbelief.

Jerry: Serenity just took out both members of Gangsta Nation with that high risk manuever!

Tim: I can’t believe how acrobatic this young woman is.

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

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Remix kicks out yet again as Serenity rises to her feet quickly, refusing to let that effect her. She drags Remix up as fast as she can before grabbing his arm and dragging it in between the Gangsta Nation member’s own legs. She hooks up his other arm and lifts him into a pump handle, getting him up to her chest before dropping him back first across her knee.

Jerry: The Coven also targeting the back of Remix 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 Serenity.

Remix holds onto his lower back in a great deal of pain before Serenity 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. Remix falls onto his hands and knees before reaching for his lower back once more. Serenity pushes him over and hooks his leg, going for yet another pin fall.

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

Jerry: What an impact shoulder first into that exposed turnbuckle. That is not going to vote well for The Coven.

Tim: Very true.

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

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

Remix begins to become angry, throwing more and more clubbing blows into the shoulder of Serenity. He finally folds up the arm of Serenity and places her in a hammerlock before bending his opponent forward and rushing her across the ring. The crowd acts disgusted as Remix throws her through the ropes shoulder first into the exposed turnbuckle once again. Serenity once again shouts in pain, stepping backwards and grabbing her shoulder, she drops to her knees writhing in agony. Remix moves towards the ropes favoring his lower back. Remix finally turns around and steps back towards Serenity who has suddenly risen to her feet and now steps forward jumping into the air and connecting with a sensational spinning heel kick. The blow sends Remix flying backwards, crashing across the back of his head as Serenity lands on the canvas across her spine continuing to hold her arm.

Jerry: A spinning heel kick by Serenity, she really needs to make a tag here, that arm has thus far been dissected by Remix.

Serenity pushes herself up onto her knees still favoring her shoulder badly but beginning to move towards her corner, Tristan leaning over the rope and holding his hand out, desperate for a tag. Suddenly Remix reaches out and grabs her by the ankle, keeping her from moving any further. Remix still appears to be reeling from that spinning heel kick yet works his way to his feet and begins to drag Serenity back towards the enemy corner. There Remix wraps his legs around Serenity’s and drops down to the canvas in order to hold her in position, reaching up and tagging in Impaler who steps over the ropes with a sadistic grin on his face. He moves to the side of Serenity who is still trying to scoot across her back to her teammate then drops an elbow down right into her chest. Remix releases her leg and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, getting to his feet slowly on the apron. Impaler pushes Serenity over and onto her stomach before grabbing her 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. Serentiy begins to yell at the top of her lungs once again, her arm badly banged up. Impaler sits Serenity up and grabs her arm, placing it a hammerlock while standing in front of her and bending down over her shoulder. Serenity shakes her head, refusing to tap out to Impaler who drops down to one knee. Impaler becomes angry that his opponent refuses to tap out, standing up quickly while pulling her arm out and twisting it, placing her in an arm lock now. Impaler begins to drive his elbow down into Serenity's shoulder repeatedly in anger, trying to get her to tap out in a furious fashion. He suddenly releases the arm of Serenity and charges across the ring, driving his elbow into the face of Tristan, nearly taking him off the apron. He holds onto the rope, keeping himself from tumbling to the outside before entering the ring. Impaler stands back and urges him to come after him before the referee steps into Tristan's face, pushing Tristan backwards and demanding he exit the ring. Remix quickly slides through the ropes to the inside as he and Impaler lay boots into Serenity's chest repeatedly, causing her to kick her legs into the air and try to roll from side to side in order to escape them.

Jerry: Look at this damn double team by Gangsta Nation!

Tim: Impaler baited Tristan into the ring perfectly in order to distract the official.

Tristan sees the cheating going on behind the referee, trying to get him out of the way but continuing to be held back before Impaler 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. Tristan finally steps back into his corner as Remix drops down to the canvas folding Serenity's arm over and then placing his leg over top of it, locking in a short arm scissors type hold. Serenity yells in pain once more, trying her best to pull her arm free yet Remix refuses to release her. Serenity suddenly uses all of her strength to roll backwards onto her feet, getting out of the arm scissors then jumping forward and connecting with a vicious front dropkick right into the face of a shocked Remix.

Jerry: What a counter by Serenity!

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

Serenity lays across her back gripping her injured arm in pain while Remix 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 Tristan tries to motivate his partner to get up and make a tag. Serenity rolls into the ropes, reaching out and grabbing the middle one, pulling herself up slowly. Remix has rolled onto his hands and knees still looking dazed from that well placed front dropkick. Serenity finally gets all the way to her feet, looking to be in a great deal of pain before turning her eyes towards her corner where Tristan is leaning over the ropes with his arm extended out as far as it will go.

Tim: Serenity needs to make this tag in order for The Coven to stay in this match!

Jerry: Go Serenity while you have the chance.

Serenity holds her arm across her chest as she stumbles towards her corner greatly fatigued. She gets within inches of Tristan, reaching out to tag him in when Remix grabs Serenity by the back of the tights and pulls her backwards, grabbing her injured arm and placing it in a hammerlock behind her back. Tristan looks furious while Remix buries his shoulder into the back of Serenity and lifts her into the air while still holding her in the hammerlock then hitting a perfect backdrop suplex that slams her down on top of her arm. The crowd begins to boo as loud as they can at the sight of this while Remix crawls on top of Serenity and hooks her leg.

Tim: This is it Jerry!

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Serenity shoots her shoulder off the canvas at the last second, continuing to favor her badly damaged arm. Remix and Impaler are both shocked and disgusted as the Gangsta Nation member grabs the arm of Serenity and stretches it over the canvas before jumping into the air and coming down knee first into it. Serenity roars in pain, reaching for her arm before Remix jumps into the air and comes down knee first into it once more. Serenity finally pulls her arm back, rolling onto her stomach and clutching it in pain. Remix stomps her to the back of the head then grabs that same arm, dropping to the canvas and locking in a Fujiwara arm bar. Serenity shakes her head, dealing with the horrific trauma flowing through her body while the crowd watches on closely, hoping she finds the strength to continue and doesn't submit. They in turn begin a Serenity chant, Impaler covering his ears, refusing to hear it.

Jerry: The crowd getting behind Serenity, they know she's got to be in a lot of pain after everything that has been done to her arm.

Tim: She's done for, there's no way she's going to get out of this picture perfect Fujiwara armbar applied by Remix.

Remix shouts for her to submit as Tristan demands Serenity continue to fight through the pain. Serenity's eyes focus upon the ropes, pushing herself up and beginning to drag herself towards them slowly. Sweat streams down her face while she moves incredibly slowly towards the ropes, everyone in the arena watching closely. Remix is in disbelief that the Coven member has yet to submit, the young superstar dragging the angry Remix across the ring, closer and closer to the ropes.

Jerry: Can she make it, can Serenity get to those ropes.

Tim: It's impossible!

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

Jerry: The asai moonsault by Serenity!!

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

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

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

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Impaler reaches under the ropes and drags Serenity off of Remix at the last second, pulling her to the outside of the ring.

Jerry: That was extremely close, I thought for sure The Coven had just won this match!

Tim: The ref's hand was a half a second away from smacking the canvas for a third time.

Serenity lands on her feet on the outside of the ring before Impaler steps forward and connects with an absolutely brutal clothesline, the blow sending Serenity into a corkscrew. She crashes across her back while the fans reply with shock and awe at the sight of this, Impaler looking angry while he stands on the mats gazing back and forth like an enraged beast. Suddenly Tristan 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 Tristan begins to throw right hands into the face of Impaler violently.

Jerry: Tristan has had enough, he's sick of being forced to watch as his tag team partner is picked apart by Impaler and Remix!

Impaler appears shocked, his legs kicking as Tristan viciously throws more rights into his forehead. Remix begins to get to his feet on the inside of the ring, looking extremely dazed before Tristan slides in under the ropes. Remix spins around slowly looking dazed after being hit with the asai moonsault when Tristan steps in and kicks him to the gut before placing him in a front facelock. He then lifts him into the air, holding him upside down with a suplex but keeping him held in that position.

Tim: What is this now!

Tristan keeps him in the stalling suplex for several seconds before dropping him to the canvas on top of his head with what appears to be a DDT almost. Remix slams into the canvas and then pops into the air and lands on his seat. The ref immediately steps into Tristan's face, demanding he exit the ring as Remix lays motionless across the canvas. Serenity begins to stir on the outside of the ring, rolling onto her knees and gripping her injured arm still in tremendous pain. She finally rises to her feet then slides in under the ropes before scooting across her knees slowly towards the laid out Remix, dropping down on top of him and hooking his leg.

Tim: This isn't happening!!

Jerry: It's over ladies and gentlemen!

The referee drops down and begins to make the count.

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Remix shoots his shoulder off of the canvas at the last possible second. Serenity rises onto her knees holding her arm with a depressed look on her face.

Jerry: Remix just kicked out after being hit with two hard hitting manuevers.

Tim: Gangsta Nation needs those tag team titles, they have a thirst for it ladies and gentlemen that is insatiable.

Serenity is in a great deal of pain as she stands up and makes her way towards Tristan who has risen back into his corner, tagging him into the match finally.

Jerry: Tristan has finally been tagged into this match!!

Tim: Noo!

Tristan enters the ring as Impaler slides in under the ropes and steps up in front of him, trying to throw a right hand into his face. Tristan blocks his fist and begins to throw right hands of his own into the chin of Impaler who backs up with a shocked expression upon his face. Impaler backs into the ropes when Tristan takes a step in reverse then rushes in and clotheslines him over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Remix stands up behind Tristan slowly, holding his back as Tristan spins around. Remix suddenly stands up and places him in position for the diamond cutter.

Jerry: The Ignition!

Tristan suddenly blocks the move, shooting his knee into the lower back of Remix, causing him to bend in reverse. Tristan locks his arm around the neck of Remix and now drops down, hitting the Death Rattle to a huge reaction from the fans. The fans go crazy as Tristan falls on top of Remix, hooking his leg to a huge ovation.

Tim: The Death Rattle! I can't believe this!!

Jerry: It's over, it's over!!

The referee slides in, the crowd going crazy as he begins to make the count.

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Impaler hits an elbow drop across the back of the referee's head, knocking him out at the last possible second before his hand could strike the canvas for the three count.

Jerry: Damnit! Impaler just knocked the referee unconscious!

Tim: He stopped him from making the three count! That's all that matters.

Serenity steps through the ropes, re-entering the ring and rushing at Impaler who rises to his feet, beginning to drill him with hard right hands across the face that knocks him backwards across the ring. Serenity, still favoring her arm now kicks him to the gut and rushes backwards into the ropes, Impaler bent forward holding his gut. Suddenly a set of hands reach up and grab the top rope, causing her to float over and land on the mats across her back. The crowd begins to boo to see Michael Synclaire standing over her with a grin on his face.

Jerry: What the hell is Synclaire doing out here now?

Tim: I don't know, it's to help his teammates in the High Rollers.

Impaler rests on his knees recooperating as Synclaire slides into the ring under the ropes, rushing at Tristan who has gotten to his feet with his back directed to him, reaching down and grabbing Remix. Suddenly Michael steps up behind Tristan and gives him a clubbing shot to the back of the head, knocking him forward. Tristan spins around and begins to throw rights into the face of Synclaire who is knocked backwards with each blow.

Jerry: Tristan now taking it to Michael Synclaire, these Coven members on fire here tonight!!

Impaler suddenly steps up behind Tristan and lays him out with a hard clubbing shot to the back of the head that knocks him down to the canvas. He and Synclaire begin to lay into Tristan with boots as the referee awakes and spots this, becoming furious as he calls for the bell.

Tim: Oh come on, they can't end this match in a disqualification, that isn't right!

Jerry: It wouldn't have ended like this had the High Rollers not cheated their asses off. I'm just as pissed to see this match end this way as you are, but the referee can only tolerate so much.

Synclaire and Impaler continue to hit Tristan with boots to the sternum as Serenity scales the turnbuckle and gets to the top rope looking towards the ring. The High Rollers spin around when Serenity flies off the top rope, soaring through the air and grabbing both men by the back of the heads as drops down to the canvas with a double Black Bite! The fans jump up and down going absolutely crazy as Synclaire and Impaler roll across the ring, spilling to the outsides and landing on their hands and knees.

Tim: A double Black Bite from the top rope! Unbelievable!!

Jerry: That was an absolutely brutal manuever by Serenity. She has to be upset just like everyone else that this match was thrown out, she and Tristan seemingly had things in the palm of their hands here in the late goings of this contest.

Remix has also rolled to the outside of the ring, stepping across the mats as he grabs the FUF tag team titles from the time keeper. The fans begin to boo as he holds the belts above his head, stumbling towards his associates who have risen to their feet in a great deal of pain. They all three stumble around the ring as Serenity helps Tristan to his feet, all the while shouting and begging for the High Rollers to get back in the ring.

Jerry: Well this thing certainly hasn't come a conclusion here tonight, which is going to leave a lot of people, including me very upset.

Remix and Impaler step to the edge of the ramp, still holding the belts high above their heads with smiles on their faces as Synclaire stands in between them laughing yet holding the back of his head in tremendous pain. The three men nearly fall over several times as they walk up the ramp backwards, Serenity and Tristan demanding that they get back into the ring.

Jerry: It's a damn shame that this match had to end like this.

Tim: Oh why don't you quit crying Jerry?

Synclaire and Gangsta Nation continue to back up the ramp when all of the lights go out in the arena.

Tim: Jerry, what the hell is going on!?!

Jerry: I don't have a clue.

The arena lights stay out when organ music suddenly begins to play in the background. The titontron suddenly lights up, beginning to show images of worms and catepillars crawling across a tombstone, branches blowing in the wind above it. Dead dried leaves are blown off a fresh grave and off of the tombstone. Every eye in the arena is centered upon the screen, wondering what the hell is going on. Synclaire, Impaler, and Remix stare into the titontron just as bewildered as the fans. The camera slowly pans downward upon the grave, the soil beginning to move, pushing up and down. The organ music gets louder and more gothic in the background when suddenly a hand comes up through the soil, sticking into the air and covered in dirt. The hand clinches into a fist as fog begins to roll in on the stage, a blue light shining through it from behind, casting an eery glow.

Tim: What is going on here?

Suddenly an explosion take place on the stage, shooting smoke int the air as a figure now stands in the center of the fog. The crowd goes crazy at the sight of a man standing tall with a white hood and cloak covering his body. Michael Synclaire shakes his head in shock, not able to believe what he's seeing as the figure pulls his hood back, revealing his face.

Tim: Oh my God!! It can't be!

Jerry: It's Phantom!!

Phantom stands on the stage giving Michael an icey stare as Synclaire backs into Impaler and Remix, both men appearing just as shocked. Phantom now starts down the ramp while Tristan and Serenity stand in the ring smiling at what they are seeing. The Phantom gets half way down the ramp when Synclaire, Impaler, and Remix turn and jump the barricades, rushing off through the crowds as the fans boo and bombard them with angry chants.

Jerry: The High Rollers getting the hell out of here!

Tim: They just performed in a hellacious match they can't handle the return of this beast Phantom.

Jerry: This is one of the most shocking events of tonight, the Phantom has come back to the ULW after Synclaire and the rest of the High Rollers almost permanently injured him.

Phantom stands on the ramp, bags under his eyes and his pale white face turning back and forth to stare at the crowd which is going crazy around him. Tristan and Serenity stand on the turnbuckles looking happy to see the return of their Coven teammate tonight. The scene switches once again now to a big psyadelic school bus pulling up in the backstage parking lot. The fans going crazy at the sight of it as it stop mere inches away from the entry way. The sound of air screaching from the door is heard as it opens slowly, Spider revealed inside as the driver. More cheers erupt throughout the arena at the sight of him, as he moves down the steps and drops onto the apshalt feet first, holding a large sack in his hands, filled with God only knows what. He seems to be a little under the influence as he looks back and forth with squinted red eyes. ULW newcomer Tony Dull now steps into the scene, the middle aged man holding a microphone with a grin upon his face.

Dull: Spider, Spider, can I get a word with you sir?

Spider spins around, looking as crazy as always as Dull stops in front of him.

Spider: Who the hell are you, where's Tom Hammond?

Dull: I'm Tony Dull, I was just hired, nice to meet you.

Tony holds his hand out as Spider looks down at his palm then back up into his face with a scrutinizing stare. Dull just lowers his hand.

Dull: Well anyway, I just wanted to ask you about how it feels to return to the ULW after a near two month absence....

Spider: Hold on a second, you've got something on your head.

Tony appears greatly interested as Spider reaches out and grabs the front of Dull's hair, lifting it into the air and revealing that it's no more than a bad toupee. Tony doesn't move however, still holding the microphone up to Spider's mouth in a state of shock as the Hardcore Messiah licks the end of his finger and swipes a small black spot off the top of Tony's bald head. He now drops the toupee back onto his scalp.

Spider: There you go.

Dull stands there for a moment or two in confusion before finally responding.

Tony: Thanks I guess. Anyway, I have to ask why you've chose to return here tonight.

Spider: Well it's simple enough for you to even understand Tony, you can't have a hardcore battle royal without the Hardcore Messiah. Besides I wanted to bring a few people with me to show just what I'm capable of. So allow me to introduce you to a couple associates of mine.

The bus door opens again as a gust of smoke pours out from inside, filling the air. Tony takes a step back as from the inside of the bus strolls Toby Maguire in a blue suit, leading the way for Kirsten Dunst in a peach color dress. They both step onto the black top below as Toby nearly falls over, his face a bit flushed as he looks around in a dazed almost incoherant state. Kirstin has an odd smile on her face as she gazes back and forth at the parking lot as if everything is overly significant. Tony appears amazed at the sight of them, grinning from ear to ear.

Tony: Oh my God, it's Toby Maguire and Kirstin Dunst!

The fans on the inside of the arena begin to cheer as they both actors look around in confusion. Kirstin suddenly looks at Tony and begins to snicker to herself before laughing really hard, unable to control herself at the sight of the backstage commentator.

Kirstin: Hahahaha, look at his horrible wig, hahahaha!

Tony's smile fades as he places his hand on top of his head, appearing shocked and saddened. Kirstin leans against Toby for support while the two chuckle, hiding their faces under their hands.

Tony: Okay, okay, so why have you two joined Spider here tonight in coming to this huge ULW payperview?

Toby and Kirstin look at one another in confusion before they turn towards Tony, continuing to stare at his hair piece.

Toby: Wow, it can talk.

He says this while pointing towards the wig, Dull beginning to become flustered. Kirstin leans back laughing as she nearly falls over, only to be caught by the chuckling Maguire.

Tony: What in the world is wrong with you two? Can somebody please answer my questions?

Spider begins to step in when suddenly an ambulance careens by them, the lights flashing and sirens blaring as it passes the bus, coming dangerously close to the front end as Tony Dull moves out of the way at the last possible second. The ambulance is obviously being driven by none other than Awol, who is gripping the wheel and looking furious as the vehicle speeds through the entry way into the backstage area. Tony has his hand over his chest, leaning backwards against the bus as he takes deep breaths. Toby Maguire, Kirstin Dunst and Spider all watch on with wide eyes, a bit stunned by what they just witnessed.

Toby: Wow man, that just blew my mind.

The show comes back to the inside of the arena where Jerry and Tim are seated behind the announce table looking concerned.

Jerry: Well Toby Maguire and Kirstin Dunst are here, but they're not the only ones who have showed up tonight.

Tim: That's right ladies and gentlemen, because AWOL just showed up driving the same ambulance that he abducted Lethal Weapon in last week.

Jerry: There's no telling what he might do here tonight.

Tim: He wasn't even scheduled to be here at the payperview, I'm starting to get really worried.

The show returns to the ring, the announcer standing in the center of which, awaiting the start of the next contest.

Announcer: “Ladies and gentlemen. The next match will be the ULW Hardcore Championship Unification Invitational. The rules of the match are simple. The following participants will make their way to the ring where they will fight for thirty minutes. When the time limit expires, the person who holds the hardcore championship at the time, will be the undisputed ULW Hardcore champion.”

[ Liberate by Disturbed plays through the arena’s sound system as Psycho, Spider, Hurse, Michael Synclaire and Bullseye make their way to the ring. All 5 men keep an eye on each other and the crowd as they walk down the ramp. ]

Jerry Walters: “This match was originally schedualled to be Bullseye, the ULW Hardcore champion, taking on Hurse, the ULW Xtreme champion in a one on one hardcore unification match. However, the call was put out to the entire ULW roster to join in this match.”

Tim May: “More people, more chaos, more title changes and more distruction. This is going to be one hell of a match if you ask me. But seeing as this is a hardcore invitational, you have to think about all the guys and girls backstage that might want to get involved in this match. After all, this invitation extends through the whole match.”

Jerry Walters: “That idea will make this match far more interesting. However, with there being two champions in this match, how will those people in the ring at this time know who to aim for?”

Tim May: “Well if you’d shut your yap for a few seconds, then maybe you’d find out how that is going to be handled.”

Announcer: “The ULW head office has provided a way for the participants to know who the hardcore champion will be for the start of this match. Bullseye, the current ULW Hardcore Champion, and Hurse, the current Xtreme Champion, please step to the center of the ring.”

[ Hurse and Bullseye walk into the center of the ring and face each other. The referee takes the title belts from both men and hands them of to one of the ring crew on the outside of the ring. The other three men who stand on the outside of the ring, stand ready to fight. ]

Announcer: “Hurse, you get to call the coin toss.”

Tim May: “What the hell? They are going to decide who the starting champion is by a freaking coin toss? What type of three year old federation are we running here?”

Jerry Walters: “It sounds like a very just system to me.”

[ The Announcer flips the coin into the air. As it reaches it’s full height, Hurse calls. ]

Hurse: “Tails”

[ The coin lands on the mat and the announcer look at it, then picks the coin up before heading out of the ring. ]

Announcer: “The result is Tails. Hurse is the starting ULW Hardcore champion.”

[ The bell rings and things are underway. Psycho & Spider pair off and start pummelling each other with stiff right hand punches. Hurse and Bullseye start brawling in the ring, leaving Synclaire alone on the opposite side of the ring. Synclaire just stands on the floor watching what is going on all around him. ]

Jerry Walters: “This is a great move by Michael Synclaire, he’s keeping to himself whle everyone else beats the stuffing out of each other. Thus making it easier for him to get the advantage later on in the match.”

Tim May: “I highly doubt it, cause look who’s coming out through the crowd. It’s that damn silent psychopath, Killjoy.”

[ The crowd parts as Killjoy makes his way through them armed with a steel chair. He jumps over the barrier and slams the chair over the back of Michael Synclaire, who slumps against the ring apron. Killjoy picks Synclaire up and slams the chair over his head once again. Synclaire slumps down onto the floor with a cut on his head that bleeds like a waterfall. ]

[ On the other side of the ring, Psycho takes Spider down with a spine buster into the security barrier. Psycho turns as he hears the shot to the head of Synclaire by Killjoy. Psycho looks at Killjoy and points to him. Killjoy turns and notices Psycho running in his direction and beings to run in the direction of Psycho. Psycho rounds the corner and connect with a spear that sends both men through the security railing. The two begin to brawl as more referee’s run down to the ringside area. ]

Jerry Walters: “What’s going on here? Referee’s are coming down to the ring in droves and there is no reason why.”

Tim May: “As usual , you speak before you think. Listen to the ring announcer.”

Announcer: “The rules of this match have been changed. This match is still anything goes. But there has been one change. Once you are pinned, you are eliminated from the match. New people can come in at anytime.”

[ In the ring, Bullseye looks to have gotten the upper hand in his brawl with Hurse. Bullseye whips Hurse into the ropes and follows it up with a cactus clothesline that sends both men crashing to the floor near where Synclaire is laying. They both get up and continue to brawl as Synclaire slowly gets up and notices whats going on. Synclaire grabs Hurse by the tights and rolls him up. ]

Referee: “1...2….”

[ The pin attempt is broken up by Bullseye. Back on the other side of the ring, Spider gets to his feet, rubbing the back of his head. He runs over to where Killjoy and Psycho are still brawling and picks up Killjoy. Spider grabs Killjoy and hits a DDT onto the concrete floor flowing into a cover. One of the spare referee’s runs over to count the cover. ]

Referee: “1…2…3”

Jerry Walters: “That’s it. Killjoy is the first to be eliminated from this match.”

Tim May: “So what? He doesn’t count. He’s one of the people who just wanted in on this match. He wasn’t one of the schduealled people for this match.”

Jerry Walters: “So with 27 minutes and counting left on the clock. Killjoy is eliminated from this match leaving us with the original 5 people.”

[ Spider gets up from covering Killjoy to be hit with a steel chair by Psycho. Psycho covers Spider. ]

Referee: “1…2…3”

Jerry Walters: “Spider is eliminated with 26 minutes left on the clock.”

[ Psycho walks off past the two fallen eliminated people and heads for Hurse, Bullseye and Synclaire. Those three are busy flighting each other to notice Psycho sneaking up behind them. From out of nowhere, Isis runs down to the ring and slides into the ring. She backs up against the far roeps and bounces off them and slingshots herself over the top rope into all four people on the outside of the ring. Synclaire falls on Hurse and the referee counts. ]

Referee: “1…2…3”

Tim May: “Damn it. Hurse has lost the ULW Hardcore Championship and his chance to regain it in this match.”

Jerry Walters: “Not really. Hurse is under protection from the elimination rule because he held the title at the time. For you see, if the champion is pinned, he then becomes a contender. And only contenders can be eliminated.”

Tim May: “Well that’s a stupid rule. But if it keeps Hurse in this match, then I’m all for it.”

Jerry Walters: “23 minutes left and we’ve had our first title change. Michael Synclaire is the current ULW Hardcore Champion.”

Tim May: “Look who’s standing on the ramp. It’s HellKat.”

[ HellKat stands at the top of the ramp watching what just happened. She takes a step to go down the ring but stops and takes another step back. She then turns and walks back into the backstage area. Back at the ringside area. Bullseye gets up at the same time as Synclaire. They face off before Synclaire blots off into the crowd. Bullseye follows him only to run into a huge clothesline from Ingo Shesaki, who quickly throws Bullseye back into the ringside area and then takes off after Synclaire. One of the referee’s follows just in case a pinfall happens. ]

Jerry Walters: “Ingo Shesaki has inserted himself into this match. That’s Hurse’s bodyguard.”

Tim May: “Well anyone can come into this match, that’s the rule.”

[ Back at ringside, Psycho drapes a hand over Isis . ]

Referee: “1…2…3”

[ Psycho gets up and picks up Hurse, who in turn gives Psycho a low blow. Hurse rolls Psycho into the ring and climbs up onto the ring apron. Psycho with a quick burst of speed gets up and hooks Hurse for a suplex. Hurse fights Psycho for a moment but Psycho gets the upper hand and suplexes Hurse into the ring. Back on the outside, Bullseye gets up and grabs a chair from under the ring and slide into the ring where he slams it over Psycho’s head. ]

Annoucer: “I have just been informed that Ingo Shesaki has pinned Michael Synclaire in the backstage area with 18 minutes remaining.”

[ Ingo Shesaki walks down to the ringside area and calls out to Hurse. Hurse turns around and climbs out of the ring. Back inside the ring, Bullseye continues to wail on Psycho with the chair unknowing that Ingo has laid down and Hurse covers him. The referee on the outside of the ring runs over and counts. ]

Referee: “1…2…3”

Jerry Walters: “With 17 minutes on the clock, Hurse has regained the hardcore championship from his bodyguard, Ingo Shesaki. Hurse is a damn cheater letting his body guard do all the hard work and then practically handing him the championship.”

Tim May: “What the hell are you talking about? Ingo is not a wrestler. Sure, he’s big and more than able to wrestle, but Hurse had the right idea to have his body guard come down and win the title back for him.”

Jerry Walters: “That’s called cheating Tim.”

Tim May: “I prefer, creative management of the rules myself.”

[ Ingo walks past Hurse, around the ring and into the backstage area. Hurse waits on the outside of the ring as Bullseye goes for the cover on Psycho. ]

Referee: “1…2….”

[ Psycho kicks out of the pin attempt. Bullseye shouts at the referee that it was a three count and the referee tells him that its not. Bullseye picks up Psycho and whips him into the corner, then follows it up with a splash. Hurse slides into the ring and goes for a roll up on Bullseye. Psycho stumbles out of the corner and head butts Hurse in the back before a count can be made. Psycho rolls out of the ring trying to regain some composure. Hurse goes for another cover on Bullseye but Bullseye powers out of the pin before the count can begin. Hurse brings Bullseye to his feet and pokes him in the eyes before dropping to his knees and hitting a low blow on Bullseye. Bullseye hunches over and Hurse hits a stiff DDT. Hurse calls for the end as he picks Bullseye up and for some reason, whips him into the ropes. From nowhere, Michael Synclaire returns and pulls down the ropes causing Bullseye to tumble over and onto the floor. Synclaire looks at Hurse for a moment before picking Bullseye up. Hurse runs from the other side of the ring and baseball slides Synclaire in the back of the head. Bullseye rolls over for the cover. ]

Referee: “1…2…3”

Jerry Walters: “12 minutes left and Hurse still holds the hardcore championship and Michael Synclaire has been eliminated. This is turning into a quick pinfall match.”

[ Hurse stands in the middle of the ring as he watches Bullseye and Psycho slowly climb up onto the ring apron. Bullseye and Psycho look at each other and then at Hurse as they climb into the ring. The three men stand looking at each other for a moment before Hurse turns and hits a forearm into the head of Psycho. Bullseye runs over and clobbers Hurse with a forearm to the back. Psycho and Bullseye pick Hurse up and whip him into the ropes. As Hurse comes back, both Psycho and Bullseye pick Hurse up and hit with a huge double spinebuster. Both men cover Hurse. ]

Referee: “1…2…3”

Tim May: “Both Psycho and Bullseye have pinned Hurse. So who the hell is the hardcore champion??”

Jerry Walters: “Well by the rules, both of them are.”

[ Both men get up and look at each other with surprise. They shrug at the same time and begin throwing right and lefts at each other. Psycho gets the upper hand and forces Bullseye back into a corner. Psycho motions for the crowd to be quiet as he hits Bullseye with a couple of chops. Bullseye blocks one of the chops and grabs Psycho by the neck and throws him into the corner and gives Psycho some chops. Hurse gets up and tries to go for a running clothesline on the two in the corner, but Bullseye grabs Psycho and throws him into the clothesline from Hurse. Bullseye takes this moment to rolls Hurse up in a school boy pin and hooks his legs on the ropes. ]

Referee: “1...2…3”

Tim May: “Damn it! Hurse is gone. My pick of these morons has been taken out. Leaving us with Psycho and Bullseye.”

Jerry Walters: “And we only have 8 minutes left on the clock and both of these men hold the hardcore title at this time.”

[ Psycho gets up looking a bit groggy. Bullseye kicks Psycho square in the jaw with a super kick but does not go for the cover. Bullseye smiles as he drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He looks under the ring and starts pulling out all sorts of objects. Psycho slowly recovers and starts getting to his feet with the aid of the ring ropes as Bullseye climbs back into the ring. Psycho picks up a baseball bat and holds it at the ready as Bullseye grabs a trash can lid. Psycho doesn’t move, so Bullseye runs at Psycho and swings the trash can lid. Psycho ducks it and connects with a baseball bat shot to the gut. Psycho slams the bat over the head of Bullseye before going for a pin. ]

Referee: “1…2…3”

Jerry Walters: “With only less than 5 minutes left on the clock, Psycho is the hardcore champion. Now at this point with only 2 men left, the elimination rule is gone and no-one is allowed to come out and join the match.”

[ Psycho picks up Bullseye and whips him into the ropes. Bullseye bounces back and Psycho takes him over with a sidewalk slam. Psycho motions to the crowd that he is the champ as he backs up against the ropes and hits a running elbow drop on Bullseye. Psycho looks over at the clock and notices that the is less than 2 minutes left. He gets up and starts celebrating his win. ]

Tim May: “What an idiot. There is enough time for many three counts and he is celebrating like he has won the match.”

Jerry Walters: “Psycho knows he has this one in the bag. Bullseye has nothing to come……. What’s he doing back out here??”

[ Killjoy comes into the ring from the crowd. He grabs Psycho and kicks him in the gut before delivering a huge powerbomb. Killjoy drapes the arm of Bullseye over Psycho and tells the referee to count. The referee refuses but has no choise but to count. ]

Refreee: “1…2…3”

[ The buzzer sounds ending the match. Killjoy climbs into the ring and picks up Psycho. He throws Psycho out of the ring and climbs out after him. Killjoy reaches inside his jacket and produces two pairs of handcuffs. He locks one end to each of Psycho’s hands and the other ends onto the top rope. Psycho slowly comes around and notices what Killjoy has done. Killjoy says something to Psycho before slapping him across the face. Psycho tries to kick Killjoy, but Killjoy moves out of the way. ]

Jerry Walters: “What the hell did Killjoy say to Psycho? Why would he come out and cost Psycho the ULW Hardcore championship?”

Tim May: “Killjoy has his reasons. I’m not going to ask him.”

[ Killjoy walks around the ring and picks up the chair that is sitting near the announcers desk. He walks back around to where Psycho is. Psycho is yelling at Killjoy as Killjoy lines up his shot with the chair. ]

Killjoy: “I should have done this a long time ago!!!”

[ Killjoy slams the chair over Psycho’s face three times before throwing the chair aside. Killjoy grabs Psycho by the hair and punches him several times in the face before walking away. Back in the ring, Bullseye gets up as the referee hands him the hardcore championship belt. Bullseye holds the belt up as the crowd boos him. Referee’s come down to the ring and get a bleeding Psycho down from the ropes and carry him backstage as Bullseye continues to celebrate in the ring. ]

Jerry Walters: “Well there you have it. Bullseye is the new hardcore champion. It wasn’t much of a hardcore match up, but how could you think about getting things from under the ring or from backstage while there are so many people trying to beat the crap out of you.”

Tim May: “I agree. But what’s up with Killjoy coming out yet again in this match and nailing Psycho with a powerbomb and costing Psycho the hardcore title? I don’t understand that.”

[The show switches to Chapel and Demona who have left their locker room and are heading to the ring while Tom Hammond chases after them. The cameras are following him until finally Chapel and Demona stop to face him. The ULW TV Title belonging to Isis is around Chapel's waist.]

Hammond: Chapel may I please have a few words?

Chapel: I addressed the people about Isis for the last time during the week. What more could I have to say about her?

Hammond: What we all want to know is why exactly did you steal the Television Title?

[Chapel becomes angry and grabs Hammond by the throat and begins to choke him while Demona tries convincing him to let the question slide. Chapel releases Hammond and throws him against the wall.]

Chapel: Steal? I am many things to the wrestling world but I am no thief! Isis stole this title from me in HSW and all I did was take it back! The Television Title has been rightfully mine for almost a year and I got tired of waiting for it to come home to me! Possession is nine-tenths of the law and in my mind I am and have always been the rightful Television Champion! In my mind, Isis is the challenger tonight and I am the one putting the title on the line!

[Hammond gets back up to his feet as Chapel and Demona are turning to walk away.]

Hammond: What about AWOL? You made some harsh comments towards your former partner in crime this past week. Do you have any plans that the viewing public should know about?

Chapel: AWOL has never beaten me in that ring and whenever we trained together he never could beat me then. Didn't you see me embarrass him and Daemon when I left them both lying in the ring during a Holy War training session? AWOL was always seizing the reigns of Holy War and trying to be the big man in charge, but he was just trying to compensate for me being the better and more powerful wrestler. I'm smarter and stronger than he is and Sheryl recognized that. As for any plans I may have in store...of course I do, but that doesn't mean I'm about to tell you or anyone else what they are!

Hammond: Well what exactly do you intend to do against Isis tonight?

Chapel: I'm going to bring it like only I can. People can say whatever they want, but the simple fact of the matter is that I am going to end Isis's career one way...or another! You don't mess with Sheryl Marie Gray, you don't mess with the High Rollers, you don't mess with Demona, and you especially don't mess with ME!!! I'm not just going to see Isis in that ring because just like AWOL...I'll see them in Hell!

[Chapel and Demona walk off hand-in-hand towards the ring for Chapel's match against Isis, leave Tom Hammond and his camera crew standing by themselves.]

Hammond: Strong words from the self-proclaimed "Monster of the High Rollers" and given his actions and attitude as of late, I see no way to argue that point. Isis verses Chapel has been building for some time now and this match is one that is sure not to disappoint!

The show returns to the ring as the fans anxiously await the next contest. Imaginary by Evanesance now explodes throughout the PA system to a huge reaction from the fans, everyone rising to their feet and holding their Isis signs into the air.

Jerry: Well Tim, apparently we're ready to see what should be a real battle between Chapel and Isis tonight, a match for the Television championship.

Tim: This thing has become really personal between these two as of late, and it comes to a heading in this contest.

Isis now steps from the backstage area, the crowd standing and cheering as she looks strangely empty without her title belt, looking back and forth with a serious look on her face, realizing she's in for the battle of her life. She now starts towards the ring as the crowd continues to cheer on her every movement.

Tim: Here comes the Television champion ladies and gentlemen, holding that gold for possibly the last time here tonight.

Isis enters the ring differently then her usual self when the the arena grows dark as fire ignites in front of the entryway. "Sun Doesn't Rise" by Mushroom Head blares over the sound system and Chapel's highlight reel begins to play as Chapel emerges with Demona as the flames part. Chapel, in a trench-coat and with a black hood over his head, raises his arms and the flames moves down the aisle forming a path. Chapel and Demona walk toward the ring, Micheal Synclaire suddenly stepping out behind him, and following. He walks up beside Chapel and begins to speak into his ear, as if giving him advice as he motions towards the ring.

Jerry: You know, I don't think Chapel is taking Isis very seriously here in this match now that he has Michael Synclaire and Demona in his corner, plus the entire backing up the High Rollers if needed.

Tim: Well come on this match is just a joke isn't it, Chapel is destined to be the Television champion and has beaten Isis already. Plus he has a future hall of famer at his side in Michael Synclair and that devious Demona as well.

Chapel stops at the apron and shakes his head in disbelief before slowly stepping onto the steel stairs and beginning to enter the ring. The fans begin to boo horribly while Chapel holds out his hand offering to shake with Isis.

Tim: Oh look a showing of respect by Chapel here, how sportsmen like he is.

Jerry: Chapel should have respect for the women he is about to face. Isis has been maybe his greatest challenge in this company to date.

Isis sticks out her hand and is about to shake with Chapel when she suddenly begins to pound him in the face. The fans cheer as Chapel is backed into the turnbuckle by Isis who slams her fist into Chapel's face repeatedly.

Tim: Why that little tramp not shaking hands with Chapel, who does she think she is? I mean my stars what a cheater Isis has been over the past few months.

Chapel pushes Isis away and tries to walk towards the other turnbuckle but gets hit again and again in the face with hard rights before Isis grabs his wrist and hurls him into the ropes. As Chapel rushes back in Isis jumps into the air and dropkicks him right to the face taking Chapel down. The fans begin to cheer as Isis grabs Chapel by the hair and stands him up kicking him to the gut before throwing him into the turnbuckle. Isis rushes in and jumps into the air burying her feet into the gut of Chapel before falling backwards and monkey flipping Chapel high into the air, causing him to crash onto his rear end.

Jerry: Look at Isis go, she is jacked.

Tim: Only cause she caught Chapel off gaurd.

Chapel contunues to sit up holding his back when Isis steps forward and floats over, grabbing the back of Chapel' head and delivering a float over like neckbreaker. The crowd really cheers Isis on as she gets back to her feet and dropkicks the still seated Chapel right into the face with a hard shot. Chapel rolls into the ropes and uses them to climb up when Isis grabs him and delivers a hard scoop slam sending Chapel down into the canvas before Isis jumps into the air and body splashs him hooking the leg. Ref,

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Chapel gets his shoulder up before rolling onto his knee and getting to his feet having Isis go back on the offensive, hitting him with clubbing blows. Chapel tries to get away but Isis grabs him by the hair and pulls him back to the center of the ring. Michael Synclaire and Demona shout at Chapel on the outside of the ring furiously.

Jerry: Is Chapel trying to run away from Isis here, that appears to be the case from my stand point.

Tim: He's trying to buy some time.

Isis stands Chapel up and attempts an overhead suplex which Chapel counters by placing his leg around Isis'. The champion attempts it a few more times before breaking the headlock and placing the top of her head to Chapel' jaw and dropping down, delivering a jaw breaker which causes Chapel to stand up before falling onto his back across the canvas.

Jerry: I have never seen Isis this determined, she is really showing me something here in this contest.

Chapel gets right back to his feet as Isis charges in and jumps into the air, connecting with the back of her foot across the front of Chapel's forehead, knocking him down to the canvas. The crowd begins a Isis chant while she jumps to the second rope accepting the praises. Chapel in the mean while crawls to the turnbuckle and turns around looking at Isis who is approaching slowly. Chapel gets to his knees and begs for a time out as the fans begin to cheer as loud as they can, Isis looking as if she is showing some kind of mercy to Chapel who suddenly grabs her by the front of the tights and pulls her down face first into the turnbuckle. The crowd explodes into boos while Isis stands up and is caught by Chapel who delivers a half nelson release suplex, dropping Isis right onto the back of his head.

Tim: Oh ho ho ho, now this is when Chapel shines, he'll make Isis sorry.

Chapel goes for the pin on Isis as the ref makes the count.

1.......

2.....

Kickout by Isis. Chapel looks upset as he gets to his feet and shoves the ref in an angry fashion. Isis rolls onto her knees when Chapel turns around and begins to nail her in the face with hard rights followed by a knee to the side of the mouth. Chapel pulls Isis to her feet and chops her brutally across the chest, with a sequence of shots before he scissor overhead suplexs Isis across the mats. Isis lands in a seated postion as Chapel approaches and kicks her in the spine brutally. Isis screams in pain while Chapel begins to kick her repeatedly in the back before driving his elbow into the top of Isis's head very quickly and frustratingly.

Jerry: Chapel is furious after that assault by Isis, I don't think I've ever seen him this mad in my entire life.

Chapel picks Isis up and throws her chest first into the turnbuckle. He now rushes in and spears Isis to the spine making her scream in pain. Michael and Demona appluad the move on the outside of the ring while Chapel once again spears her to the spine before dragging her out of the corner and placing her in postion for the German suplex. The fans boo as Chapel throws Isis into the air and causes her to flip completely over and crash onto her face and chest.

Tim: Man, what a German release suplex, Chapel has absolutly gone insane against Isis.

Jerry: Chapel is utilizing some textbook moves in this contest, there what got him to this stage in the game.

Chapel places his foot into Isis's lower back and begins to pull back on her jaw, causing a horrible amount of tork to be caused on her spine. Isis looks to be in horrible pain but doesn't tap out finally causing Chapel to release the hold and stand her up, placing her in position for the back body suplex. The crowd groans after Chapel back body suplexs Isis spine first into the ropes, causing her to flip over them and to the outside of the ring.

Jerry: Come on now Chapel, your going to end this young ladie's career, just stop it for the love of God!

Chapel begins to get into the ref's face shouting at him angerily as Isis gets to her feet on the outside of the ring. Michael Synclaire now walks around the side of the ring and charges towards Isis as he gets his foot up and big boots her across the jaw. The shot echoes throughout the arena as Isis falls back first onto the mats holding his mouth.

Jerry: Oh come on now, that is a damn disqualification right there.

Chapel exits the ring and lands before Isis who is on her back holding her jaw. Chapel stands her up and buries his shoulder into Isis's ribs, rushing her back first into the apron. The crowd boos as Chapel backs up still holding Isis with his shoulder into her ribs. Chapel charges Isis back first into the apron once again making the crowd boo before he steps away from the apron and turns Isis towards the steel steps. Chapel pushes Isis spine first into the steel steps making them budge only slightly and causing Isis to scream in pain as she grabs at her lower back, Chapel still not breaking the hold.

Tim: He's trying to crack Isis's lower back in half, that's what you get for attempting to upstage Chapel!

Jerry: No one deserves this Rich, this is simply horrible. Isis is fighting three people at once here at Nuclear Warfare!

Chapel backs to the edge of the entrance ramp still holding Isis in position before delivering the release overhead suplex, sending Isis crashing back first onto the hard black rampway. The fans begin to boo while Chapel stands up shouting obsenities at the brutalized Isis who looks to be in unbearable pain. Isis grips her spine unable to bare the agony while Chapel stands her up and places her in side buster position dropping Isis back first into the ramp. Isis's legs kick violently as a look of pain overtakes her face.

Jerry: Come on Rich you have to admit that Chapel has gone a little to far here in this match.

Tim: I think Isis deserves all of this pain that Chapel is unleashing upon her, she earned it.

Chapel enters the ring and rolls back out in order to break the refs count before grabbing the now seated Isis by the hair and pulling her towards the barricade. He places his arm over Isis's cest and charges towards the steel post, throwing Isis back first into it. She crashes off and tumbles chin first into a barricade before bashing off and landing on the mats in horrible pain.

Tim: Isis should have known that this is what she was in store for, she should't have even shown up. This was Chapel' game plan all along to disect that back.

Jerry: Isis wanted to prove a point here in this contest and that's that she does have what it takes to be a champion.

Chapel looks at the crowd in a furious state as he grabs Isis by the hair and pulls her to her feet, before burying his shoulder into Isis's stomach and rushing her back first into the barricade. The fans step away from it as Isis collides with devestating force upon it. Chapel grabs the injured Isis and approaches the steel steps one more, grabbing the back of her head and slamming her face first across the steel.

Jerry: Isis has got to do something, she is being mamed out here.

Tim: Yeah, what she should do is lay down and let Chapel pin her.

Chapel enters the ring again and rolls out breaking the count as he grabs Isis pulling her away from the steel steps and burying her head between his legs, preparing for a powerbomb.

Jerry: No Chapel, don't you powerbomb Isis onto those steps, this is getting sick, absolutly sickening.

Chapel pulls Isis into the air preparing to powerbomb her onto the steel steps when Isis counters by grabbing Chapel's head and dropping back, giving him a facebuster right onto the steel steps. The fans go nuts while Chapel bounces off the steel and grabs his face.

Jerry: I spoke to soon Isis does have a lot of fight still left in her, she just pulled out one hell of a counter and is giving Chapel a run for his money.

Chapel slides his hands off his face showing a huge gash in his forehead filling his face with blood. The entire arena cheers to see the sight as Isis still holding her back urges him to rise.

Tim: I can't believe this, Isis has busted Chapel open, that was not smart at all.

Isis grabs Chapel by the back of the hair and throws him face first into the steel steps, causing the stairs to fly across the ringside area and crash into the barricade. The echo of the collision streams through the sold out arena. A very bloody Chapel attempts to get to his feet while Isis begins to jab him in the face repeadtedly before rolling him back into the ring. Chapel rolls onto his back as the ref checks on his condition. On the outside of the ring Michael Synclaire charges towards Isis and goes for a hard hit when Isis blocks hs punch and slams her fist across his face. The fans inside of the arena go insane while behind Isis, Demona charges in going for a clothesline. Isis turns around and ducks forward as Demona misses him but accidently clotheslines Synclaire down to the mats.

Tim: An accidental clothesline by Demona to the throat of Synclaire!

Isis jumps to the apron and slingshot sentons over crashing into Chapel's ribs as the fans seriously begin to get into the contest. Isis now goes for the pin.

Ref,

1.......

2......

Kickout by Chapel. The fans are shocked as Isis gets to her feet protesting the call.

Jerry: I don't know about that one, it looked like three to me.

Isis grabs Chapel by the hair pulling him to his feet and launching him into the corner. Isis rushes in and jumps into the air big splashing Chapel in the corner. As Chapel stumbles forward Isis hip tosses him forward and crashing onto the canvas. Isis now begins to stomp the top of Chapel' forehead increasing the blood flow before dragging him to his feet and chopping him across the chest. Chapel falls backwards but grabs the top rope holding himself up slightly as Isis lays into him with hard right after hard right, sending blood flying everywhere before Isis kicks Chapel to the chest knocking him down onto his back across the canvas. Isis jumps to the top rope and turns around facing Chapel before coming off with a big time leg drop right across Chapel's throat as his legs kick into the air. Isis makes the cover,

1...........

2.......

Chapel gets his shoulder up.

Jerry: What a match between Chapel and Isis, these two are really going at it for the Television championship.

Tim: I'm suprised that this match has continued this long.

Isis grabs Chapel by the hair and pulls him up throwing him into the ropes. As Chapel rushes back in Isis throws him up into the air and delivers a short powerbomb with a pin.

Ref,

1.........

2......

Kickout by Chapel, the fans are absolutly shocked while Isis rolls onto her stomach grabbing her hair.

Jerry: I thought this brutal match was over, Chapel nearly loosing to Isis at Nuclear Warfare in what has been a classic match up.

Isis pulls Chapel up and nails him with a hard shot to the face knocking him into the corner, she now begins kicking his midsection while nailing him with more shots to the face before grabbing Chapel by the back of the hair and spinning him around. Isis slams Chapel's face off the turnbuckle pad causing him to back up whiping blood from his eyes. Isis rushes out of the corner after the turned around Chapel, when suddenly he spins towards Isis and clotheslines her down brutaly. The fans begin an asshole chant directed at Chapel who fell to the ring as well, all of them still unable to accept the fact that Isis was taken down. Chapel slowly gets to his feet yanking Isis to his knees and nailing her with hard uppercut like shots, causing Isis to wreal backwards with each blow to the face.

Tim: And just like that Chapel is back on top of this match once again. So much for that miracle known as an Isis comeback.

On the outside of the ring Demona helps Synclaire to his feet while on the inside Chapel pulls Isis up and throws her into the ropes. As Isis rushes back in Chapel catches her in what at first appears to be a side buster before he pulls upwards, causing Isis to flip onto his shoulder. Chapel now falls forward slamming Isis back first across the canvas with brutal velocity. Blood is now absolutly streaming from the scalp of Chapel as he gets to his feet and looks towards the sold out crowd placing his thumb to his throat and sliding it across his throat, mimicing a cut throat taunt as the fans explode into asshole chants.

Tim: Uh oh, Chapel signaling that the end is now, that he is going to put Isis away once and for all.

Isis crawls to the center of the ring slowly holding her back as she begins to push herself onto her feet slowly turning around and facing Chapel.

Jerry: Oh no, this is not good.

Chapel grabs Isis by the wrist, pulling her into his shoulders and standing up, holding her in position for the Cardinal Sin. He is about to hit it when Isis swings around, wrapping her legs around the throat of Chapel and pulling him down into the canvas with a hurricarana.

Tim: This cannot be happening, Isis will not win this match with a hurricarana!

Ref,

one.......................

two. .................

thre..

Chapel gets his shoulder up at the last second. The crowd rises going mad as Isis sits up grabbing her hair in shock, some of Chapel's blood adorning her chest and shoulder.

Jerry: What a shocking kick out by Chapel, I cannot believe he kicked out of the hurricarana, a move Isis has perfected.

Tim: Chapel is still alive and kicking, man oh man what a match this has been between these two.

Isis gets to her feet and grabs Chapel by the hair, pulling him up before jabbing him across the face with hard shots before spinning around and hitting him with a diskus punch across his tore scalp. Chapel backs into the ropes bleeding perfusly as Isis rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and charging back in. Chapel suddenly steps away from the ropes ad charges at her, delivering an unbelievable gore shocking the crowd. The force of the shot causes some to scream out as Isis completely flips backwards and lands on her face while Chapel rest on his knees.

Tim: A Gore, a Gore by Chapel, this thing is over, Chapel is going to be the Television champion!

Jerry: That move came out of nowhere.

Chapel crawls to the center of the ring and rolls Isis onto her back before hooking her leg.

Ref,

one..............................

two ................

three!

Isis kicks out as the arena jumps to their feet cheering as loud as they can. Everyone of them absolutely shocked as Chapel looks around baffeled yelling in frustration while the blood flows from his open wound.

Tim: I can't believe it! Isis kicked out, she kicked out!

Jerry: Chapel has got to be asking himself what it is going to take to put her away once and for all.

Synclaire and Demona stand on the outside of the ring argueing with one another both over what just happened and the accidental clothesline as Chapel gets to his feet with a disturbing glint in his eyes. He now reaches down and grabs Chapel by the hair, pulling her motionless body up onto her knees. He runs his thumb across his throat once more before wrapping his arms around Isis' waist and lifting her into the air. The fans begin to boo as Isis slides down his back, her arms being held by Chapel who now falls forward, delivering an inverted crucifix powerbomb.

Tim: The Crucifier!!

Jerry: I can't believe he hit it!

Isis now lies motionless on the canvas across her back as Chapel drops down on top of her, hooking her leg.

Tim: This has got to be it!

Ref,

1

2

3!!

The entire arena is disgusted as Chapel rises onto his knees, grinning slightly, the bell ringing throughout the arena.

Tim: Chapel has done it, he's defeated Isis here tonight in what was one of the most brutal matches I think I've ever seen for that Television title.

Jerry: Isis did everything in her power to win tonight yet it just wasn't enough to stop this monster Chapel from eventually picking up the victory.

The referee holds the Television title in front of Chapel who snatches it from his hands then stands up slowly, the loss of blood taking it's toll upon his body. Michael Synclaire and Demona finally stop argueing as they slide into the ring now and step to Chapel's sides, helping him stand as blood continues to run down his face. Isis lies completely motionless upon the canvas after the brutal Crucifier.

Jerry: Well that was quit a match ladies and gentlemen, but we still have a lot more on tap for tonight.

Tim: Quite a match is an understatement Jerry. Anyway we're taking you backstage now, where apparently, our own Tom Hammond is standing by with one of the men scheduled to take place in tonight's Shane's Invitational.

The show switches to the backstage area where none other than Bullseye is shown standing next to Tom Hammond. Bullseye is clothed in all black attire, Cat standing in the background with a smile on her face. A chain link fense is set behind them, placed over the ULW symbol.

Tom: Bullseye, tonight you take place in Shane Leonards Invitational, where both the Xtreme title and the Hardcore title will be unified. What do you think your chances will be with everyone who has now entered this match, including the likes of Michael Synclaire, Psycho, and Spider.

Bullseye seems to ponder his response for a moment, proudly coveting the Hardcore title which is wrapped around his shoulder.

Bullseye: You know what Tom, ever since I left the High Rollers everyone has been telling me that I'm not going to suceede, that I'm not going to make it in this business on my own. Look at me though, I'm the Hardcore champion, I'm one of the most popular ULW superstars ever, and no one, including, Hurse, is going to be able to take that away from me. I was actually looking forward to getting my hands on Hurse tonight one on one, after he cheated to get the victory last week, but I don't mind a little extra competition. Plus I get my hands on another member of the High Rollers here ton....

Suddenly a bloody Chapel steps into the scene with the Television championship wrapped around his shoulder. Demona stands behind him grinning seductivly. Tom turns in order to hold the mic in between both the smiling Chapel and angry Bullseye.

Chapel: So you think your real tough shit huh Bullseye, seeing as you have that title belt around your shoulder. Well, I just won a piece of gold that really means something, the Television title, something you'll never have the honor of holding.

Bullseye: Really?

Bullseye steps up in front of the exhausted Chapel who isn't backing down.

Chapel: That's right jackass. You see you commited the ultimate sin, you betrayed the High Rollers and as a result, your not going anywhere in this federation but down. You'll never hold a championship as prestigious as the Television title, in fact, your time with the Hardcore title is fastly fleeting. You should take some advise from the real power couple around here of Demona and Chapel, and get out why you still have the chance.

Chapel begins to chuckle as Demona wraps herself around his large arm. The two now turn and walk away as Bullseye stands there with a grin on his face, the camera zooming in on upon his eyes.

Bullseye: We'll just see about that Chapel.

Bullseye takes Cat by the hand and leads him off camera while the fans on the inside of the arena can feel the tension in the air. Tom lowers the microphone with a concerned expression on his face when he turns around and suddenly an ambulance pulls into the large corridor and screeches to a hault mere inches away from Hammond who jumps backwards into the wall with a frightened look. Awol sits behind the steering wheel breathing heavily as he stares at the windshield, breathing deeply. His face looks ever intense, contorted with rage as Hammond quickly rushes acround to the driver's side of the ambulance, the vehicles emergency lights still flashing.

Tom: Awol, Awol, what are you doing here tonight?

Awol doesn't listen to Tom, just continues to stare through the windsheild, gripping the wheel tightly. After a few moments his head turns to stare at Hammond, giving him an icey glare as Tom takes a step away from the ambulance door.

Awol: I'm here for Lethal Weapon. I didn't finish what I got started last week when I abducted him in this very same ambulance. I want him to come to the ring so we can finally get this thing finished within the Vengeance Cage. Tell him to come out there right now.

Hammond: But Awol, Lethal isn't here tonight, he's at home due to the injuries he sustained at your hands last week.

Awol becomes furious as he suddenly reaches out the window of the ambulance and grabs Tom by the collar of his shirt, pulling him in close.

Awol: I told you to get me Lethal Weapon, I don't want any damn excuses. He's not going to be able to get away from me! Injury or not I will get him inside of the Vengeance Cage!

Tom looks terrified.

Hammond: But I'm telling you he's not here tonight Awol, please, he's at home right now.

Awol tilts his head, giving Tom a stare as if he's had an eiphany.

Awol: At home you say Tom, interesting.

Awol holds Hammond and puts the ambulance into reverse, backing the vehicle up as he speeds through the corridor, still gripping Tom by the collar of his shirt. Hammond's legs drag across the cement as he screams for Awol to let him go, the monster finally releasing him and allowing the backstage commentator to spill to the ground, rolling across it into a stack of boxes. He slowly pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, looking shocked, yet seeming to be unharmed. The show comes back to the arena.

Tim: I didn't like the looks of that.

Jerry: Awol is here tonight, but he left when Hammond told him that Lethal was at home repcooperating from his injuries he sustained last week, but not before causing Tom to need a new pear of boxer shorts.

Tim: Hahaha, anyway, thank God it seems that he.....

Static begins to cut into the screen, cutting off Tim and Jerry, ending their mic feed. More and more static begins to distort the station, before the PPV completely goes out now. Nothing but static takes up the screen for a few seconds before we're taken to something else. A long corridor is shown with a metal door at the end of the hall. A small window in the top of the door with bars running through it, stains all over the walls of the hallway. Water drips from the gray pipes lining the corners of the cielings. Blood almost seems to dried across the bottom of the floor, mixed in with puddles of water, it's also smeered across the walls. The camera begins to zoom in on the doorway which begins to shake, something pounding on it from the other side, almost as if it's trying to get out. Static cuts in for a moment, then goes back to a clear feed. The camera gets closer and closer to the door with something still pounding on it from the other side, something desperate to get out, dents forming in it's steel surface. The pounding is getting louder and louder as the camera gets within inches of the doorway. Suddenly a fist crashes through the steel door, it is bloody and large. The hand opens, revealing the large palm as it reaches out and suffocates the camera lens. Static.

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

Tim: What in the world just happened?

Jerry: That was certainly unexpected ladies and gentlemen, the feed being cut into for this PPV by God only knows what that was.

Tim: Well anyway are you ready for some pure violence Jerry. These two guys tried to do nothing short of destroy one another last week all over who they thought deserved an opportunity at the title.

Jerry: They really went at it with one another last week and as a result we're now going to be treated to this very important one on one match.

The lights inside the arena dim as a "Lies" by Eavanscence begins to play with a harmonius sounding woman humming. On the video screen, a nice garden appears. In that garden, a man dressed in a long black leather trench coat with the hood pulled over his face walks towards the front of the screen. The screen goes to static along with the music and then the rock part of the song explodes out. The garden explodes and is replaced by one word: Killjoy. The video changes to shots of Killjoy himself fighting verious opponents from different parts of his career. At the entryway, Killjoy himself walks out in the same long black leather hooded trench coat that was seen in the video. The crowd lets out a huge round of boos as Killjoy makes his way towards the ramp, twin trails of fire lighting up beside him as he walks. At ringside Bruce slides through the ropes and drops onto the apron, placing his back against it. Killjoy now charges down the ramp as he steps up to Bruce and begins to slug him across the face with hard rights hands. Killjoy continues to deck Bruce across the face as he nearly falls down several times. Killjoy now grabs him by the back of the head as he drags him towards the steps and pulls his head back before slamming his face off the steps. Bruce’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he turns around and is meet with more hard blows to the face by the Coven member who finally grabs him by the hair and rolls him into the ring. Bruce gets to his knees on the inside holding his face in pain and trying to gather himself together when Killjoy jumps to the apron and grabs the top rope. He now uses it to pull himself over the ropes with a slingshot leg drop across the back of Bruce’s head, knocking him down to the canvas. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Killjoy gets to his feet and grabs Bruce by the hair, pulling him to his feet before he clocks him across the chin then kicks him to the gut before nailing him with more hard closed fist. Bruce grabs the side of his face and backs into the ropes with Killjoy stepping in continuing to drill him to the chin and across his temple. The crowd reaction intensifies as Bruce slides down to the ropes into a seated position as Killjoy continues to deck him with extremely hard right hands. He now begins to stomp him to his chest over and over again causing Lomond to lay out on the canvas.

Jerry: Look at this, Killjoy is taking it to Bruce, he is beating him down.

Killjoy grabs Bruce by the hair, pulling him up before he nails him with more hard closed fist to the chin knocking him into the turnbuckle. Bruce places his arms over the ropes to keep himself standing when Killjoy charges in and clotheslines him against the turnbuckle. He now pulls him away from the turnbuckle and scoops him up before slamming him back down to the canvas. Bruce grabs his back in pain as Killjoy jumps up onto the turnbuckle and turns towards Lomond before he jumps off and comes down with a leg drop across his throat. Bruce kicks his legs and rolls around the canvas holding his throat as Killjoy stands up then pulls his opponent up onto his knees as he begins to pound him across the forehead. The shots cause Bruce to sway back and forth as Killjoy continues to nail him in the face. He now pulls Bruce to his feet and hits him with a hard upper cut across the chin that knocks Bruce right back down to the canvas across his back. Killjoy stands him up once more as he drills him across the chin before spinning around and nailing him across the throat with a clothesline, this shot once again knocks Bruce down to the canvas.

Tim: What did Killjoy eat his spinach this mourning or something?

Bruce rolls onto his knees looking battered and beaten as Killjoy steps in and drills him to the back of the head with the use of his elbow, the shot causing Lomond to fall down face first to the canvas. Killjoy looks towards the split fans before he pulls Bruce to his feet and launches him into the ropes. Bruce bounces off and comes back in as Killjoy jumps into the air and dropkicks him to the chest, knocking him down to the canvas. The Coven member now gets to his feet as he grabs Bruce by the hair, pulling him to his feet before he kicks him to the gut. Killjoy now backs into the ropes and charges at Bruce when the Lomond stands up and back elbows him right to the face. Killjoy is knocked down to the canvas across his back as Bruce falls into the ropes using them for support.

Jerry: Bruce just got in his first bit of offense in what so far had been a slaughter by Killjoy.

Killjoy sits up holding his chin when Bruce steps away from the ropes and low dropkicks Killjoy to the back of the head. He lets out a roar of pain and falls onto his back as Bruce stands back up and begins to stomp him to the forehead. He now drops a quick elbow across Killjoy’s chest as Bruce quickly rises once more and drop a second elbow before he gets right back up and slams down onto Killjoy with a 3rd elbow to his chest cavity. Bruce gets to his feet once again and grabs Killjoy by the hair, pulling him up into a seated position before he backs up bouncing off the ropes stepping back in and flipping over the back of Killjoy as he grabs him by the back of the head, hitting a flip over neckbreaker. Killjoy screams out in pain as he grabs the back of his head and falls back to the canvas. Bruce gets to his feet as he points to himself and begins to shout towards the crowd causing the fans to have a mixed reaction. He slowly approaches Killjoy and stomps him to the chest and then the forehead before he grabs him by his head and stands him up. Bruce now chops Killjoy across the chest hard, the force knocking him backwards into the ropes. He rest in the corner as Bruce steps in and chops him across the chest once more, the sound of the shot echoing throughout the arena. The fans give him a whoo as Bruce pulls his hand back and smacks it over the chest of Killjoy for a third time.

Tim: Man, do you hear those chops?

Jerry: They are definitely leaving a lasting impression on Killjoy.

Bruce drags Killjoy away from the corner and stands behind him as he places his shoulder into his spine and lifts him into the air. The crowd is mixed as Killjoy floats over and lands on his feet behind the back of Bruce. He now runs forward and grabs Bruce by the back of the head as he hits a hard bulldog, sending him face first into the canvas. Bruce bounces off grabbing his nose as he rolls onto his back. Killjoy gets to his feet and begins to stomp Lomond to the chest and forehead before he pulls him to his feet and gets behind his back. Killjoy buries his shoulder into the back of Bruce and lifts him into the air before slamming him back first to the canvas with the back drop suplex. Bruce hits the canvas hard as he rolls onto his stomach grabbing the back of his head. He slowly begins to push himself upwards when Killjoy charges at him and dropkicks him to the forehead. The shot buries the neck of Bruce into his back as he rolls onto his back and yells in horrible pain.

Jerry: Killjoy once again beating down Bruce in what has so far been a fast paced back and forth match.

Killjoy pulls Bruce to his feet getting behind him once more as he lifts him up onto his shoulder and drops down, delivering a second back drop suplex. Killjoy gets to his feet once again and rushes back, bouncing off the ropes before he comes in and jumps into the air, flipping forward as he comes down with a senton splash across Bruce’s chest. Lomond screams in pain rolling across the canvas and kicking his legs in pain as he rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring trying to avoid Killjoy.

Tim: What is Bruce doing, is he actually taking a break?

Jerry: That is exactly what he is doing Tim, he is terrified of Killjoy I think.

Bruce remains on the outside of the ring holding the back of his head as Killjoy rushes towards the ropes and soars over them, flipping around and coming down on Bruce with a cross body.

Jerry: Ohhhhhh, did you just see that high flying move?

The crowd is on it’s feet cheering before they see Killjoy’s knee smack into the mats hard. They suddenly become silent as Killjoy rolls onto his back holding his leg as he screams in pain.

Jerry: Wait a second, it looks like Killjoy may have jammed that knee on the mats.

Tim: That will not fair very well for him if he did.

Bruce rolls onto his knees shaking the cob webs from his head as Killjoy begins to stand but nearly collapses as he grabs his leg in pain.

Jerry: I think Killjoy may have serious injured that knee, this doesn’t look good at all.

Bruce gets to his feet as he charges at Killjoy and chop blocks him to the back of his leg. Killjoy falls onto his back as he grabs his leg screaming in horrible pain.

Jerry: That son of a bitch Bruce, he is trying to injure that leg even worse. Has he completely sold out after joining the High Rollers' or what?

Tim: Oh don't get so upset he's just using good strategy.

Bruce steps over Killjoy and begins to stomp him to his knee causing him to roar in pain even more. He continues to yell out as Bruce lifts his arm into the air and drops an elbow across Killjoy’s knee as he gets to his feet once more and comes down with a second elbow to his leg. Killjoy reaches out for his knee in severe pain as Bruce grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Killjoy begins to hobble as Bruce chops him across the chest, causing him to fall backwards into the steel steps. Bruce now pounds Killjoy across the chin causing him to bend forward holding his face. Bruce clubs him to the back of the head before he grabs Killjoy by the injured leg, folding it up before he lifts Killjoy into the air still holding his folded leg before he slams him down on the stairs across that leg.

Jerry: Oh my God, did you just see that, Bruce has become a deranged all around bastard, that could have broke his leg regardless if it was already injured or not.

Killjoy rolls onto the mats holding his leg and screaming in pain as Bruce removes the top layer of the steps and lifts them up to his chest. The crowd really begins to boo as Bruce slams the stairs down onto the leg of Killjoy. He screams in pain and grabs his leg in unbelievable pain. Bruce now grabs Killjoy by the hair and stands him up before giving him a hard shot across the face followed by a chop to the chest as he leans backwards over the barricade. He now drags the limping Killjoy away from that steel area as he finds himself completely unable to stand on his bad leg. Bruce rolls him into the ring and slowly slides in himself as Killjoy begins to push himself up unable to place weight on his bad leg as he leans forward and begins to hop forward. Bruce now enters the ring and runs up behind him before low dropkicking Killjoy right to his knee. Killjoy falls face first onto the canvas and screams in pain as he rolls onto his side grabbing his leg. Bruce now lifts his elbow into the air and drops it down across the leg of Killjoy as the fans continue to boo. Bruce gets to his feet and pulls Killjoy to his as well before he grabs him by the leg, causing Killjoy to hop on his good one as Bruce drags him towards the ropes. Lomond turns Killjoy back first against the ropes before he grabs his bad leg and pulls it up, placing the top of his foot over the top rope. Bruce now jumps onto the second rope, using him to bounce into the air and come down with an elbow across Killjoy’s leg. He screams in pain as he falls down to the canvas face first grabbing at his leg while Bruce stands over him laughing. He now grabs the leg of Killjoy and lifts it into the air before he slams it back down on the canvas knee first.

Tim: This is brilliant strategy, Bruce is just unloading on that injured leg.

Bruce pulls Killjoy to his feet and folds up his bad leg yet again before he pulls Killjoy into the air and throws him down leg first onto the ropes. Killjoy screams in pain he bounces off the ropes and grabs his leg, dropping down to the canvas.

Jerry: That is it, I think the ref should consider stopping this match. What is more important, the win or your career?

Killjoy lies on the canvas holding his leg in horrible pain while Bruce approaches him slowly with a grin upon his face. He quickly begins to stomp at the leg as Killjoy is left screaming in horrid pain. Bruce slowly grabs him by the leg once more, lifting it into the air before he drops down knee first into it. Killjoy smacks his hands on the canvas in pain as Bruce gets to his feet holding the leg in the air as he drops an elbow across it now. He quickly gets back to his feet and grabs Killjoy around the neck, pulling him to his feet as he chops him brutally across the chest. This blow knocking Killjoy into the corner as he breaths heavily and looks to be in severe pain. Bruce backs up laughing before he charges in at him. Suddenly Killjoy gets his legs up into the air wrapping them around the head of Bruce as he lets go of the ropes and swings around, hitting Bruce with a leg scissors that sends Lomond flying through the ropes to the outside of the ring. He crashes across the mats as the fans get to their feet. Bruce gets to his knees looking shocked.

Tim: How in the hell did Killjoy find the strength to pull out that head scissors? Does this man not even know that his leg may be broken.

Killjoy is still unable to put pressure on his bad leg as he gets to his feet and approaches the ropes, grabbing a hold of the top rope as he attempts to pull himself over onto Bruce but screams in pain as he reaches down and grabs his leg. Bruce gets to his feet quickly and reaches under the ropes, grabbing Killjoy’s legs pulling them up causing Killjoy to fall backwards onto the canvas. Bruce now drags Killjoy’s bad leg over the apron as he pulls it into the air and slams it down over the apron. Killjoy screams in pain once more as he reaches for his leg only to be decked across the face and knocked back down on the canvas. Bruce lifts Killjoy’s leg into the air once more and smacks it over the apron yet again.

Tim: Look at that, Bruce goes right back to that leg.

Jerry: This is vile.

Bruce slides into the ring and stomps Killjoy to the forehead and chest as he grabs him by the hair and pulls him up to his feet before he gets behind his back. Bruce wraps his arms around Killjoy’s stomach as he pulls back and releases, delivering a German suplex. Killjoy flies across the ring and slams across his back as he rolls onto his side. Bruce gets to his feet and looks towards the fans laughing as he steps up behind Killjoy and kicks him to the back of the head with his foot.

Jerry: That is one thing you do not want to do, toy with Killjoy.

Bruce grabs Killjoy by the hair and stands him up before throwing him into the turnbuckle once more. He smacks into the turnbuckle back first and holds his spine as Bruce now charges in going for what appears to be a spear when Killjoy gets his legs into the air, causing Lomond to slide under him and smack shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Killjoy slides over Bruce’s back getting behind him as he grabs Bruce by the back of the tights and rolls him up into a school boy.

Jerry: Killjoy could have the match won here!

Ref,

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kick out by Bruce. The crowd is shocked as is Killjoy who quickly gets to his feet as Bruce does the same. Bruce goes for a clothesline when Killjoy steps under his arm and places his back to the spine of Lomod as he underhooks both his arms from behind as he pulls him down. Bruce slides over the back of Killjoy and has his shoulders pressed against the canvas as Killjoy holds him down with the back slide pin.

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Bruce rolls forward out of the pin while Killjoy gets to his feet. Bruce once again goes for a shot when Killjoy grabs his arm and spins around over the back of his opponent, reaching out with his legs and wrapping them around the other arm of Bruce as he falls backwards, placing Bruce in a cross pin attempt.

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thre kickout by Bruce yet again.

Tim: Man, 3 quick pin attempts averted by Bruce, that was insane.

Killjoy gets to his feet limping horribly as Bruce charges after him going for a clothesline when Killjoy steps under the arm. Killjoy now turns and places his hands around the head of Bruce and drops down into a seated position pulling the challenger down with him in the form of a reverse facebuster. Bruce’s legs kick up into the air as Killjoy grabs them pulling down placing Bruce in a pinning attempt.

Ref,

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Kick out once more by Bruce.

Jerry: Oh I thought Killjoy had it there for sure. This has been one hell of a match thus far.

Killjoy gets to his feet as he pulls Bruce to his feet and places him in a reverse waist lock as he drops back, lifting Lomond above his head and slamming him back down with a German suplex pin.

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Bruce gets his shoulder up at the last second. The fans are shocked as is Killjoy who sits up in an upset state. Killjoy slowly pushes himself to his feet holding his leg in horrible pain as he grabs Bruce by the hair, and stands him up. He pulls Bruce to his feet and double under hooks both his arms before dropping back, hitting him with a dragon suplex pin.

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Bruce gets his shoulder up once more.

Tim: When will Killjoy learn, he can’t beat this man.

Killjoy rises once more as does Bruce when Killjoy jabs him across the face. Bruce falls backwards into the ropes, landing on them as he tries to hold himself up as Killjoy continues to deck him in the face. Killjoy lifts his bad leg to kick him to the gut when Bruce grabs his leg causing the fans to erupt into boos.

Jerry: Oh God, this is not going to be good.

Bruce pushes Killjoy backwards as he hops on his good foot. Bruce begins to laugh when Killjoy jumps into the air and hits him with a hard enzugari across the side of the face. The fans explode into cheers as the sound of the shot echoes throughout the arena. Bruce falls down to the canvas face first holding the back of his head as Killjoy rolls him onto his back and hooks his leg.

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Bruce gets his shoulder up making Killjoy furious as he gets to his knees. Bruce slowly rolls onto his knees and begins to push himself onto his feet as Killjoy nails him across the face once more then does it yet again, each shot knocking Bruce backwards. Killjoy now goes for another shot that Bruce steps under then stands up grabbing him by the back of the head and hitting a huge reverse neckbreaker to a negative reaction from the fans. Bruce now covers him, hooking the leg.

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Killjoy gets his shoulder up at the last second. The fans get to their feet cheering as loud as they can as Bruce gets to his knees looking furious. He slowly pushes himself upwards to his feet breathing heavily as sweat pours from his face. He quickly pulls Killjoy to his feet and kicks him to the gut as he places him in a gutwrench, making the crowd explode into boos.

Tim: It looks as if Bruce is setting for some kind of gutwrench powerbomb!

Jerry: Listen to these fans, they started off mixed yet now they seem to supporting Killjoy after Bruce's dasterdly attack on his knee.

Bruce lifts Killjoy into the air, picking him up for the powerbomb when Killjoy wraps his legs around the neck of Lomond and falls backwards, hurricaranaing him across the ring. Bruce slams down hard upon the mats and rolls to the ropes as Killjoy slowly gets to his feet and begins to call for him to get up.

Jerry: Killjoy is actually encouraging Bruce to face him, he is pumped up.

Bruce slowly rolls onto his hands and knees before he pushes himself up and walks straight into a kick to the gut by Killjoy who backs across the ring, hobbling horribly as he bounces off the ropes and charges back in. Bruce suddenly reaches out and grabs Killjoy’s legs, pulling them up and causing him to fall onto his back. He now rolls Killjoy over onto his stomach, locking in a sharpshooter.

Tim: The sharpshooter, the sharpshooter!!! This thing is over!

Killjoy screams in pain as he lifts his hand into the air about to tap out it seems as the crowd gets to it’s feet trying to rally behind him. Killjoy continues to scream in pain as he feels he is about to tap out.

Jerry: Killjoy looks prepared to tap out, I don't know if he can hang in there.

Killjoy suddenly places his hands on the canvas and pushes himself up into a crawling position as Bruce continues to hold his legs in the sharpshooter. Killjoy looks towards the ropes as he continues crawling.

Jerry: Killjoy is heading for those ropes, he is going to attempt to fight through the pain.

The crowd continues to cheer on Killjoy, plenty of them still booing him as well, as he begins to crawl across the ring pulling Bruce with him as he does so. The ovation inside of the arena continues to escalate as Killjoy pulls himself closer and closer to the ropes, Bruce trying his best to hold onto the legs.

Tim: This is impossible, how could Killjoy fight through so much pain?

Killjoy reaches out with all of his strength as he gets very close to the side of the ring.

Jerry: Can he do it, can be do it?

Killjoy’s fingers interlock around the bottom rope as the crowd gets to it’s feet on fire, cheering as loud as they can to see such a sight. Bruce appears furious as the ref physically removes him from Killjoy. He now shoves the referee in an angry state as the official pushes him back with even more force.

Tim: I hate when these refs get to big for their breeches.

Jerry: He is trying to maintain order in this match Tim, trying his best to control Bruce Lomond.

Bruce looks extremely upset as he approaches the slowly standing Killjoy and elbows him to the back of the head. He now grabs him by the wrist and slings him across the ring as Killjoy crashes into the referee, knocking him down to the canvas as the crowd gets to it’s feet booing.

Jerry: Oh come on now, you can’t tell me that wasn’t intentional.

Tim: What I didn’t see anything.

The fans fury continues to pick up as Bruce slides out of the ring under the ropes and approaches the time keeper, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him away from his seat as he throws him across the mats. He smacks his hand over the steel laughing as he looks towards the ring.

Jerry: Oh no, don't do this Bruce, don't completely sell your soul.

Tim: He's going to take Killjoy's head off!

Killjoy slowly begins to push himself up, his leg in agonizing pain as Bruce slides in under the ropes, clutching the chair tightly in front of his face. The referee begins to show signs of life when Killjoy suddenly kicks the gut of Lomond and bends him forward, placing him in a front facelock. The crowd has a goes crazy as Killjoy evenflow DDTs Bruce right into the steel chair. Bruce slams face first into the chair and then pops up onto his knees with a dazed look on his face. He falls onto his back now as Killjoy crawls on top of him hooking his leg, feeling the urgency in the air.

Tim: Killjoy just DDTed Lomond onto that chair!!

Jerry: It's over!!

The referee is still out of it, only showing a bit of life as Killjoy looks at him in shock, a desperate expression on his face. He stands up as quickly as he can, hobbiling horribly as he stumbles towards the referee, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him up, trying to wake up the official to the best of his abilities. Killjoy appears angry as Lomond pushes himself onto his hands and knees, reaching down and grabbing the steel chair off the canvas with a bit of blood pouring down his forehead. The referee begins to wake up slowly as Killjoy turns back towards Bruce still hobbiling. Suddenly Lomond smacks the chair into the front of his injured knee cap. Killjoy lets out a roar of pain before tumbling onto the canvas and wrapping his hands around his knees, Lomond standing up and smacking him over the leg with the chair once again. He finally throws the chair out of the ring and then grabs Killjoy's legs, wrapping them around his own as he once again locks in the sharpshooter, rolling Killjoy over onto his stomach. Killjoy yells in pain, roaring at the top of his lungs from the incredible pain in his leg as the referee finally gets up, crawling forward slowly. Killjoy shakes his head in complete and utter agony, lifting his hand into the air slowly.

Tim: Bruce Lomond used that steel chair on Killjoy's injured leg, this one is over ladies and gentlemen!

Jerry: I can't believe he just did that, what has gotten into him?

Killjoy yells in pain at the top of his lungs, trying to fight through the pain as he pushes himself upwards with the use of his hands. He now begins to drag Lomond across the ring, sweat streaming down his face. Bruce is in absolute shock as he continues to be pulled closer, inch by agonizing inch towards the ropes.

Jerry: This is one of the most shocking sights I think I've ever witnessed. Killjoy refuses to give up, his knee has been badly banged up yet he continues to pull hmself towards the ropes with every ounce of energy he has left in his body.

Tim: There's no way he's going to get to those ropes though. Not after all the damage that has thus far been done to his leg.

Bruce shakes his head in shock as Killjoy gets within inches of the ropes, reaching out slowly with all of his strength for the bottom one. Suddenly Lomond steps back to the center of the ring, dragging Killjoy with him as the Coven member roars in pain and places his hands on top of his head. He roars in ungodly pain as he lifts one of his hands into the air very slowly, the referee getting into his face and asking him rather or not he wishes to submit. Killjoy refuses, pushing himself back up as he begins to crawl towards the ropes with every bit of strength remaining in his battered body.

Jerry: Killjoy is getting to those ropes, he's just moments away from reaching them!

Tim: I can't believe this!!

Bruce is stunned as Killjoy reaches out and grabs the middle rope to a huge reaction from the fans. The referee steps into the face of Lomond, demanding he break the sharpshooter. Lomond refuses to before the ref reaches a four in a five count in order to disqualify him. Bruce releases the legs of Killjoy as he wraps his arms around his leg, rolling onto his back and gripping it in serious pain, tremendous trauma running through it. The referee leans over checking on the condition of Killjoy who is grinding his teeth and really holding his banged up knee. The offical has seen enough as he stands up and calls for the bell

Jerry: What the hell is the referee doing!?!

Tim: He's stopped this match due to the damage done to Killjoy's knee.

Jerry: But Killjoy didn't submit!

Tim: Come on Jerry, it's a smart move, Killjoy really injured that leg and Lomond did a ton of damage to it. If the offical wouldn't have stopped this match who knows what could have happened to Killjoy?

Jerry: I don't agree with this, Killjoy has a hell of a lot of fight in him, he could have staged a comeback.

Killjoy looks furious as he stares at the referee, Lomond grabbing the offical by the shirt now. The referee points into his face, telling him he had to stop the match when Bruce throws a hard right into the side of his face. The shot knocks him down to the canvas before he rolls under the ropes and spills to the outside of the ring, collapsing onto the mats hard. Lomond now drops down, rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring and grabbing that infamous steel chair again.

Jerry: Bruce Lomond should be suspended for his actions just now, that wasn't right.

Tim: He had a right to be angry, I'm sure he was second's away from making Killjoy tap out.

Jerry: But he won the match regardless.

Tim: That doesn't mean anything, he wanted to embarass and humiliate Killjoy tonight.

Bruce slides into the ring holding the chair as Killjoy uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, his back turned towards Lomond. As he spins around Bruce smacks the chair over his head with a devestating collision. The fans jump to their feet booing as loud as they can Killjoy remains standing a moment or two, dazed yet still standing before he finally falls backwards to the canvas.

Jerry: Oh my God, a vile chair shot! Somebody get out here and stop Bruce Lomond!

Lomond lifts the chair into the air and now slams it over the knee of Killjoy as the crowd boos as loud as they can.

Tim: Lomond is attacking that knee now, with the chair!!

Jerry: Somebody get out here.

Bruce slams the chair into his knee once more, Killjoy roaring in pain as he tries to grab his leg. Lomond, after one more shot over his opponent's injured knee, steps to the center of the ring and sits the chair up, turning back towards Killjoy who is showing his remarkable determination. He has rolled into a crawling position, beginning to stand up but unable to place any pressure upon his injured leg causing him to fall into the ropes. Bruce steps in and grabs him by the arm, dragging him towards the ropes and backing him into them before he attempts to whip him across the ring towards the chair for something vile. Killjoy suddenly reverses it however, stopping short of the chair and wrapping his legs around Lomon'ds foot, drop toe holding him face first into the steel chair. The fans go nuts as Bruce bounces off the steel and rolls onto his back grabbing his forehead and then falling under the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Jerry: Killjoy just came back, he drop toe holded Bruce Lomond right onto that steel chair!

Tim: Your kidding me! How did he do that with a near broken leg?

Bruce is furious as he rises to his feet on the mats, beginning to rush towards the ring as security charges in at the last second, grabbing his arms and holding him back. Many of them wrap their arms around his waist, dragging the furious Lomond backwards up the ramp as he shouts into the ring at Killjoy who leans against the set up steel chair elbow's first, his knees still planted upon the canvas as he stares at Bruce with a furious expression on his face. Lomond shouts that he will get his revenge as he's pulled backwards up the ramp.

Tim: This thing is not over yet ladies and gentlemen.

Jerry: There's no telling what they are going to do when they get their hands on one another again.

Lomond and Killjoy continue to stare into one another's face as the show goes backstage where we see a large table full of food. Kirstin Dunst and Toby Maguire stand back with grins on their faces as they examine the feast, their mouths absolutely watering. They now step forward and begin grabbing food, lifting it into the air and shoving it into their mouths. They get pieces of donuts all over their lips, as well as grabbing foot long hotdugs and trying to shove it down their throats. The table is in shambles within seconds, food all over the floor and all over the front of their clothing. They appear to be nothing more than savages, donut crumbs spread through the hair of Kirstin and pie covering the face of Toby.

Kirstin: Oh my God this is soooo good.

She sucks the cream off of her fingers with great delight. The camera slowly turns, revealing Nathan Creed standing with the World Heavyweight title in font of Tony Dull, ULW's newest backstage interviewer.

Tony: Nathan Creed, tonight you defend your championship in a match against somebody who is considered possibly, the top dog around here, or cat for that matter, in Hellkat. I know we're going to recieve your thoughts later tonight in a special sit down telecast, but I just had to ask, for my own sanity, how you feel about going out there and competing in a hell in a cell, with so much on the line?

Nathan opens his mouth in order to respond, seeming confidant when none other than Johnny Kingdom, formerly Xavier, steps in front of him. His face is bandaged yet still covered in blood from the earlier events as he stares into the eyes of Creed. Nathan gives him a bewildered yet angry stare to be cut off like this in the middle of his answer.

Kingdom: Well if it isn't Nathan Creed, Mr. Victorious. The name's Johnny Kingdom, nice to meet ya.

Creed looks at him and grins before staring over at Tom in confusion.

Nathan: Wait a minute, we've already meet, your Xavier aren't you?

Kingdom looks peeved, taking a deep breath with the dried blood present across his face.

Johnny: No, I have no association with that loser. I'm Johnny Kingdom, there's a big diference, I'm undefeated, he wasn't. Anyway, I just defeated the number one contender for the title, so I guess after you beat Hellkat tonight, I'm going to be the next man you have to face with your gold on the line.

Creed snickers at this notion as he looks at Tony then back at Kingdom.

Nathan: All right Johnny, perhaps it will be you who I face, but rest assure your going to be just like Hellkat, you won't be walking away the champion after I'm through with you.

Kingdom steps in close, getting into Creed's face.

Kingdom: That's real funny, rest assure though Creed, I'm no ordinary challenger. I just defeated a legend in Frost, your nothing to me but a stepping stone. So get real comfortable with that belt over your shoulder, it isn't going to last for long.

Johnny steps around Creed, following him with his eyes and smirking at the notion of Kingdom defeating him. The show now switches to Cat standing in the backstage area in front of a table full of food and a coffee machine. She pours herself a glass and takes a drink, looking satisfied by the taste when she turns around and finds herself standing face to face with Demona, her arms crossed and bearing a devious smile.

Demona: Well if it isn't Cat, Bullseye's little girlfriend. I hope you listened to everything Chapel had to say to your little boy toy earlier, because it's all true.

Cat merely laughs.

Cat: You know, you and Chapel deserve one another, your both fat ass losers who talk a bunch of shit.

Demona appears greatly offended before she hauls off and smacks Cat across the face. The young women begins to laugh after doing so when Cat bends forward and spear her to the gut. The fans go nuts on the inside of the arena as the two of them spill on top of the table filled with good, knocking it over. The both of them begin to pull at one another's hair and claw and kick at each other, ripping their clothes in the process as they scream profanities at one another.

Cat: You dirty bitch!

Demona collapses onto the ground from a double leg take down, Cat landing on top of her, smacking her across the face repeatedly with both her hands. The sleeve of her shirt having been ripped off by Demona as Cat grabs her by the hair and begins to pound it into the pavement. Suddenly a figure steps up behind Cat and busts the coffee pot over the back of her head. The fans are shocked on the inside of the arena as Cat collapses onto the ground motionless, Tiffany now revealing herself as the culprit. Tiff assists Demona to her feet who is holding the back of her head and grinding her teeth in anger. Demona leans on Tiffany for support before she spits on the down Cat.

Demona: You don't mess with the High Rollers you little slut! Let that be a lesson to you.

Tiffany smiles as she assists Demona out of frame, Cat still lying on the ground holding the back of her head with glass lying around her. The arena is absolutly buzzing as smoke fills the entrance area and suddenly lasers start firing out from the top of the ramp. In the Shadows by the Rasmus blasts over the PA system and Orlando comes out from behind the curtain. The lasers stop and a strobe light kicks in as Orlando begins his walk down to the ring.

Tim: Well apparently we're ready for this huge tables match pitting Falcifer against Orlando Cruze! But can you believe what we just saw backstage?

Jerry: No I can't, the women of ULW really going at it with one another. But right now we just keep going from one big match to the next ladies and gentlemen. Here's Cruze who doesn't look at all to worried about his impending confrontation against Falcifer, even though he's been out of commision over the last few weeks.

Tim: This is technically his first match in three weeks Jerry, as good as somebody is they have to have some kind of ring rust after taken that much time off.

Orlando stops on the stage now as if he's had a revelation, beginning to tap his temple a couple of times before a grin forms upon his face. He now turns around and steps back towards the ring before reaching through the curtains.

Tim: What in world is Orlando doing, grabbing a table?

Suddenly Cruze spins back around and leads none other than Keira Knightly through the curtains and onto the stage. She has a huge smile on her face as the crowd erupts into cheers at the sight of her.

Jerry: Look at this ladies and gentlemen, acting sensation Keira Knightly is coming to the ring with Orlando Cruze tonight.

Tim: Please let her join us at commentary, please, please, please!

Jerry: Control yourself Tim. I knew she was going to be here tonight as well as several other celebrities, but I didn't know she was going to be accompanying Orlando Cruze to the ring.

Orlando stops on the stage with a huge grin on his face, his music still playing in the background as Keira steps in front of him in a light green tight fitting dress, sticking her back against Cruze and then sliding down his front side as if dancing with him. Cruze looks out over the stands with a set of wide eyes and an almost shocked expression on his face. The rather attractive young attress now begins to laugh as Orlando takes her by the hand and begins to lead her towards the ring.

Tim: What is she doing hanging out with Cruze? If she wants a real man she should come over here, I already got a seat set up for her. See I cleared everything off of my lap.

Jerry: Oh would you stop it Tim.

The crowd continues to cheer as Orlando and Keira Knightly continue down the rampway. Suddenly Falcifer rushes up behind Cruze and gives him a hard clubbing blow over the back of the head.

Tim: What the hell, Falcifer just came out of nowehere and attacked Orlando from behind!

Jerry: That no good son of a bitch!

Orlando spins around right into a series of shots to the face, knocking him backwards as the fans continue to boo. Falcifer takes a step back before charging forward and clotheslining him down. Orlando falls to the steel and begins to roll down the ramp as Falcifer spins around and stares into the face of a shocked Keira Knightly. She now appears terrified at the sight of the beast staring into her face, Psikyl steps onto the stage pointing and shouting at Falcifer to stay on Cruze while holding a steel chair in his hand.

Tim: Falcifer got the drop on Orlando, what a genius.

Jerry: He better not do anything to our special guest Keira Knightly, that damn savage.

Tim: I'll protect her, get down here Keira!

Psikyl throws Falcifer the chair as he grabs a hold of it and starts down the ramp. Mrs. Knightly turns and rushes to the backstage area with a frightened look on her face, having gotten as close to the action as she could stand. Orlando rolls to the end of the ramp before getting to his feet quickly when Falcifer nails him in the face with the steel chair. The crowd erupts into boos as Cruze falls to the mats holding his face. Falcifer looks towards the fans with a disturbing look on his face as they begin to boo him loudly, Orlando still lying beneath him holding his forehead. Falcifer quickly begins to stomp Cruze in the forehead repeatedly causing his legs to kick into the air. Falcifer now grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet before clutching his wrist and throwing him face first into the steel steps. The loud slam echoes throughout the arena as Orlando slides down the steel holding his forehead in serious pain. Falcifer quickly steps in and begins to stomp him to the back of the head as the crowd absolutly become enraged, booing him horribly. Falcifer pulls Orlando to his feet slowly and underhooks both of his arms, placing him in reverse russian leg sweep position before he drops forward, slamming the face of Cruze against the steel. The fans gives the move quite a moan as the collision can be detected across the arena. Orlando falls backwards onto the mats as his face begins to bleed heavily from the scalp, dripping down his forehead.

Jerry: My God, Orlando has been busted open and this match hasn't even started yet.

Orlando grabs his face still covered in blood as Falcifer grasps his hair, dragging him to his feet before throwing him backwards into the steel steps, his spine colliding with the metal. Orlando lets out a loud harsh moan as he falls knee's first to the mats. He now begins to drill him repeatedly in the face with hard rights before knee lifting him to the chin. Psikyl steps to the end of the ramp, crossing his arms and observing the action with a possible smirk on his face. The crowd continues to boo loudly while Falcifer grabs Cruze by the hair, pulling him to his feet and rolling him into the ring. A trail of blood follows his head while Falcifer slowly climbs to the apron before entering the ring. The bell begins to sound as Falcifer steps towards Orlando, stomping him repeatedly. He once again turns towards the crowd roaring at them and all of their comments before grabbing the bloody Cruze by the hair, standing him up slowly. The fans continue their booing as Falcifer nails Orlando Cruze across the face several times with hard rights. He stumbles backwards into the ropes as Falcifer kicks him to the gut and hits him with an uppercutt to the jaw, that nearly knocks Orlando to the outside. Falcifer quickly catches him by the back of the hair and drags him back towards the center of the ring before chopping him across the chest. Orlando falls backwards onto the canvas holding his chest when Falcifer begins to once again resort to stomping him over and over again. Falcifer now rushes backwards and bounces off the ropes, jumping into the air as he comes crashing down with a leg drop across the throat of Orlando.

Tim: Look at this, Cruze is being taken apart by Falcifer, he is getting his ass handed to him by a superior athlete.

Jerry: Your crazy Rich, those drugs must have eaten away at your brain, cause Falcifer both attacked Cruze from the back and beat him with that damn steel chair, you can't say that's showing superior skills.

Tim: It is in a table match.

Falcifer gets back to his feet and grabs Orlando by the hair, pulling him to his feet as he kicks him to his gut and knee lifts him to the forehead. The shot causes him to fly upwards and land on his back as blood begins to once again flow from his forehead. Falcifer looks towards the fans nodding his head before he grabs Orlando by the hair, pulling him to his feet and getting behind him. He now lifts Orlando into the air and delivers a vicious back drop suplex, slamming him down to the canvas. He gets back to his feet quickly and rushes into the ropes, bouncing off them as he steps forward, jumping into the air as he comes down with a headbutt into the chest of Orlando. Falcifer grabs Cruze by the hair, yanking him upwards before he lifts him into the air and delivers a brutal scoop slam, driving the air from his body. Falcifer slowly turns towards the turnbuckle as he begins to scale it, causing the crowd to boo intensly. He reaches the second rope before looking down at Orlando and flying off, attempting a leg drop that Cruze suddenly rolls out of the way of. Falcifer slams onto the canvas holding his rear end as he flops up and down in a seated position. Orlando slowly gets to his feet using the ropes before he steps forward and dropkicks Falcifer to the face as he remains in that seated positon. The fans get to their feet cheering as Orlando and Falcifer lie on the canvas across from eachother.

Jerry: Now that's superior wrestling skills Rich.

The fans are on their feet cheering as Orlando slowly begins to crawl towards the turnbuckle beginning to get to his feet while Falcifer starts to stand up as well holding his jaw from that dropkick. Orlando gets all the way to his feet as he turns around and spots Falcifer slowly approaching. Orlando kicks him in the gut before beginning to nail him in the face over and over again. Falcifer steps backwards with each forceful shot from the bloody Cruze before he runs backwards, bouncing off the ropes and jumping forward, connecting with a hard clothesline across the throat of Falcifer, knocking him down to the canvas.

Jerry: And just like that Orlando has come right back, he is taking it to that piece of garbage Falcifer!

Tim: Garbage, being kind of harsh aren't you, I mean jeez your always so one sided Jerry. Now come on Falcifer, get back in this match.

Psikyl reaches under the ring now, grabbing a table and sliding it out as he begins to set it up on the outside mats. Falcifer quickly begins to get to his feet when Orlando rushes at him clotheslining him back down. Falcifer rolls over and gets back to his feet once more as Orlando bounces off the ropes and runs in connecting with a shoulder tackle that knocks him onto the canvas. Orlando begs for Falcifer to stand back up as he does. He now spins around and hits him with a hard punch right under the jaw, knocking him backwards into the ropes. Falcifer bounces off and steps forward as Orlando charges at him going for a clothesline. Falcifer steps under it and grabs the back of Orlando's head, dropping down and delivering a reverse neckbreaker.

Tim: Brillant counter by Falcifer, see I told you he had superior skills Jerry.

Falcifer rolls over onto Orlando, mounting him as he begins to pound him to the face over and over again, sparking the crowd's anger. Falcifer breaks the hold, getting back to his feet and beginning to stomp Orlando in the chest. Falcifer now backs up and bounces off the ropes, stepping back in and jumping into the air for an elbow drop. At the last second Orlando rolls out of the way and Falcifer slams into the canvas. The fans begin to cheer as Falcifer grabs his elbow in horrible pain, Orlando uses this time to pull himself up. Falcifer now rolls onto his hands and knees while Orlando jumps to the second rope in the turnbuckle. Falcifer gets all the way to his feet turning towards Orlando who flies off the turnbuckle and dropkicks him right to the face. Orlando falls onto his side while Falcifer flies backwards and hits the canvas, rolling backwards as he grabs his face. Orlando gets back to his feet while Falcifer tries to push himself up but as soon as he plants his feet firmly on the canvas a birage of right hands meet his face, knocking him backwards into the turnbuckle. Orlando now chops him across the chest as the fans give the blow a whoo. Falcifer places his hands over his chest. Orlando now delivers several shots to his forehead, before stepping back and chopping him once again across the chest. Orlando shakes his hand from the force of the blow. Cruze now begins to step up to the second rope just over Falcifer as he aims downwards, beginning to jab him in the face. The fans begin to count along with each shot. 1.........2..........3...........4.........5...........6........Falcifer suddenly grabs the back of Orlando's legs and steps forward, dragging him away from the corner in powerbomb position. Right as he is about to powerbomb him however Orlando drops back and delivers a hurricarana. The fans explodes into cheers as Falcifer's head hits off the canvas and he rolls towards the ropes, sliding under them and landing on the outside of the ring upon his feet.

Jerry: My God what a set of counters by these two men, I don't think Falcifer saw that one coming at all.

Falcifer turns back towards the ring as he slams his fist off the apron becoming furious while Orlando remains in the ring urging him to get back inside. The ref forces Orlando backwards as he tries to get to the outside of the ring. Falcifer steps towards the ring announcer, pulling him out of his chair and grabbing it. He now aims it at Orlando and slams it into the steps, threatening him. Psikyl stands back clapping his hands and demanding he take the bloody Orlando's head off.

Jerry: I think Falcifer has lost it!

Tim: Don't you know anything, he has something planned.

The ref continues to hold Orlando back as Falcifer slides the chair into the ring and follows it in. Orlando suddenly grabs the chair and raises it above his head, about to hit Falcifer with it when the ref grabs it from his hands. Orlando turns around argueing with the referee, telling him it's no disqualification, the ref turns a shoulder to Orlando as he slides the chair from the ring. As both Orlando and the ref have their back towards Falcifer he uppercuts Cruze right to the groin. Orlando grabs his testacles jumping up and down as Falcifer gets to his feet and spins him around, placing him in a headlock as he drops backwards, delivering a DDT. Orlando slams off the canvas and rolls onto his back as Falcifer looks around at the crowd taking a deep breath, as if trying to center himself. He now rises once more and grabs the hair of Orlando, pulling him to his feet and throwing him into the ropes. As he comes back in Falcifer catches him in a sidebuster position but instead drops him across his knee. Orlando screams in pain once more as he rolls across the canvas holding his back. Falcifer raises his elbow into the air drops down, driving it into the lower back of Cruze.

Tim: Orlando is being disected now, Falcifer is going to batter, beat, and tear him apart.

Jerry: I wonder why nobody has gone after that table yet.

Tim: Are you really that stupid Jerry? They have to soften up one another first.

Falcifer gets back to his feet and raises his elbow into the air before dropping back down, slamming it into the spine of Orlando once more. The crowd begins to boo even louder while Falcifer gets to his feet. He now turns back towards Orlando who is attempting to push himself to his feet when Falcifer charges at him and kicks him to the ribs, causing him to roll onto his back in horrible pain. Falcifer looks back towards the crowd before rolling Orlando onto his stomach and dropping down,placing his knee into his spine. He now wraps his fingers around the chin of Orlando, pulling back while keeping his knee buried in his back.

Jerry: Falcifer is really softening up Cruze now.

The pain upon Orlando's face is very present as the crowd begins to boo as loud as they can. Falcifer suddenly breaks the hold, getting to his feet and stomping Orlando to his back several times before grabbing him by the hair, pulling him slightly in the air as he nails him several times in the face with closed fist. Orlando falls onto his face still in severe pain before Falcifer grabs him by the hair, getting him to his feet as he stands behind him. Falcifer now pulls Orlando into the air and drives him back down to the canvas with a high impact backdrop. Orlando holds his spine as Falcifer bounces off the ropes, stepping in and jumping into the air and coming down with a huge leg drop across his throat. Falcifer sits up looking extremely furious.

Jerry: Falcifer has no patience. He's upset that Orlando just won't go down easy.

Tim: Are you bad mouthing Falcifer's style?

Falcifer gets back to his feet, he now kicks Orlando to the side of the head, barely nudging him. The arena once more explodes into boos while Falcifer looks out into the face of Psikyl, who is telling him to put him through the table at ringside. Falcifer slowly grabs Orlando, pulling him to his feet as he gets behind him, clearly going for another high impact backdrop, in order to soften him up even more. He quickly lifts him into the air when Orlando floats over, landing on his feet behind Falcifer. Orlando now jumps into the air, dropkicking Falcifer to the back of the head, sending him face first into the top turnbuckle pad. Falcifer bounces off hard when Cruze grabs him by the back of the head and pants, rushing him towards the ropes, prepared to throw him over the ropes through the table at ringside. Falcifer reaches out and grabs the top rope however, keeping himself from being thrown over when he back elbows Orlando to his face. Cruze stumbles backwards when Falcifer spins around and big boots him right to the face, taking him back down to the canvas.

Tim: My God that was close, I thought Orlando was going to throw Falcifer all the way from the ring through that table.

Falcifer steps towards Orlando grabbing him by the hair and beginning to pull him to his feet when Cruze suddenly grabs him around the back of the head and drops down, giving him a jawbreaker. Falcifer begins to stumble backwards with a shocked expression on his face when Orlando jumps into the air, connecting with a spinning heel kick right to the face of Falcifer. The shot knocks him down to the canvas as he scrambles back to his feet and eats a hard dropkick to the jaw.

Jerry: Orlando is back on top once more.

Tim: Come on Falcifer, do something!

Both men quickly get back to their feet when Orlando slingshots off the second rope, turning in mid air and hitting Falcifer with a dropkick to the chest, knocking him down to the canvas. Orlando gets back to his feet rather quickly as he turns towards the turnbuckle, grabbing to the top rope and pulling himself all the way to the top, turning his back towards the down Falcifer.

Jerry: Orlando is going for something high risk.

Orlando flies off the turnbuckle and hits Falcifer with a huge senton bomb. The fans erupt into cheers as Orlando rolls off of him holding his bloody forehead. Falcifer rolls onto his side, cradling himself into a ball while Orlando pulls himself up the ropes. He now steps towards Falcifer, jumping into the air and spinning around as he drops a leg across the side of Falcifer's head. An irate Psikyl now grabs a trash can from under the ring, appearing furious as he throws it over the ropes to the inside of the ring.

Jerry: What the hell is Psikyl doing?

Orlando slowly gets to his feet, holding his forehead. Falcifer rolls onto his side, beginning to push himself to his feet as the fans go absolutly crazy.

Tim: What the hell is Orlando setting up for here?

Jerry: I couldn't tell you for sure, but I don't think it's going to be good at all.

Falcifer gets all the way to his feet as Orlando charges at him but is caught in a waist lock. The fans boo as Falcifer drops back, belly to belly suplexing Orlando across the ring, crashing across his back onto the trash can that Psikyl through in a few moments ago.

Tim: Oh what a terrific counter! Right onto that steel trash can!

Falcifer rolls onto his knees looking towards Orlando who is holding his spine. He now gets to his feet and grabs Orlando by the hair, pulling him up and placing him in another waist lock. Falcifer delivers a second more brutal belly to belly suplex, that sends Orlando crashing across the back of his neck and spine. He now slowly gets back to his feet grabbing Cruze by the hair and jabbing him in the face several times with hard rights before he stands him up. Falcifer now chops Orlando across the chest with a hard impact, the shot causing signifcant damage as Orlando falls to his knees. Falcifer turns Orlando around, placing his throat over the second rope as he rushes across the ring. He ricochets off the opposite ropes and charges back at Orlando, jumping into the air as he spreads his legs. Orlando suddenly rolls out of the way causing Falcifer to rack himself on the ropes. The fans explode into cheers as Orlando gets to his feet and Falcifer walks towards the center of the ring holding his testacles. Orlando charges out of the corner, jumping into the air and grabbing Falcifer by the back of the head, delivering a vicious face buster. Falcifer's face slams against the trash can as he rolls onto his back.

Tim: I can't believe this, Orlando has somehow come back from that onslaught yet again, hitting a high impact face buster onto that trashcan!

Jerry: He's an absolutly amazing athlete.

Orlando gets to his feet and looks towards the ropes, rushing at them as he jumps into the air and slightshots off, going for a lionsault. As he flies at Falcifer he gets his knees into the air, causing Orlando to crash ribs first into them. The fans sit back down in dispair as Orlando rolls onto his back in severe pain. Falcifer gets to his feet slowly holding his forehead from the impact with the trash can before he begins to stomp Orlando repeatedly in the ribs over and over again. He now turns towards the turnbuckle beginning to untie the pad.

Jerry: Now damn it what the hell is Falcifer doing?

Tim: My guess would be gathering further leverage.

Falcifer looks furious as he turns towards Orlando, grabbing him by the hair, and standing him up. The fans begin to boo as Falcifer underhooks both of Orlando's arms from behind and throws him ribs first into the exposed steel turnbuckle. The fans get to their feet booing now while Orlando holds his ribs stumbling backwards as Falcifer places him in another waist lock this time from behind him. Falcifer drops backwards releasing Orlando as he flies through the air and crashes across his back via the German suplex, right on top of the trash can, the steel object as flattened as a pancake now. Orlando rolls onto his face holding his ribs while Falcifer approaches him, beginning to stomp his lower back. He now grabs him by the back of the hair and places one of his arms around Orlando's waist, lifting him into the air before dropping him ribs first onto his knee, in a reverse pendelum breaker. Orlando is lowered onto his knees as he grabs his ribs in serious pain. Falcifer steps forward and kicks Orlando violently to the side of the face, knocking him down to the canvas. Psikyl once again informs Falcifer to put him through the table at ringside, yet the monster seems obsessed with doing more damage to Orlando Cruze.

Jerry: Man, what a match this has been between these two men tonight, they are really going all at it.

Falcifer pulls Orlando up once more, as he continues to look towards ringside at Psikyl. He now backs towards the ropes and places Orlando in an abdominal stretch. The crowd gets to their feet booing while others try to motivate Orlando. Falcifer roars as he lifts his arm into the air and brings it down over the ribs of Cruze, now releasing him from the abdominal stretch. Orlando Cruze falls into the ropes, throat first roaring in pain when Falcifer steps in and gives him a hard headbutt to the lower back. He now grabs Orlando by the back of the head and tights, spinning him around and placing his head in between his legs as he wraps his arms about his waist. The crowd begins to boo as the monstrous Falcifer lifts Cruze into the air onto his shoulders, prepared to powerbomb him before he rushes towards the ropes above the table Psikyl set up at ringside. Falcifier hits the ropes stomach first as he attempts to throw Cruze over the ropes to the table at ringside when Orlando drops backwards, his legs wrapped around the neck of the giant. He leg scissors Falcifer over the ropes and to the outside of the ring as the fans go nuts, Cruze landing on the apron. Falcifer crashes across his back, appearing absolutely shocked by what just happened as Orlando rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring.

Tim: Cruze just barely avoided certain disaster there.

Jerry: He pulled out an incredible counter.

Orlando rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring, rising to his feet as quickly as he can with dried blood on his forehead. Falcifer stands up slowly on the outside of the ring, stumbling a bit when Cruze springs onto the top rope, before jumping off and flipping forward with a shooting star press. He slams into Falcifer, taking both men down to the mats as Orlando rolls onto his back, clutching his ribs from the damage the beast did to them earlier.

Jerry: What incredible agility by the 6'7 Orlando Cruze, I can't get over the fact that he's such a big superstar yet is able to pull off these acrobatic manuevers.

Orlando rolls onto his hands and knees, rising to his feet as Falcifer does as well. Cruze holds his ribs in tremendous pain as Falcifer stands up in front of him slowly. Both men begin to meet one another with right hands, connecting with them across their chins. The crowd erupts as Cruze gets the better of Falcifer with right hands followed by a hard European uppercut right across his jaw that knocks him backwards into the barricade. Cruze now pulls his arm back and chops it across the large chest of his opponent. Falcifer nearly tumbles over into the fans who are patting him on the back in a drunken state. Cruze places his hand around the back of Falcifer head and pulls him away from the barricade before he nails him with another European uppercut right across the chin, this one echoing throughout the arena as Falcifer grabs his chin in pain. Cruze grabs Falcifer by the back of the head and drags him towards the ring post as he bashes him forehead first into the steel. The fans continue to cheer as Falcifer backs up holding his forehead in pain.

Tim: My God, Orlando Cruze is acting like a rabbit dog out here.

Jerry: He has a right to after everything Falcifer has done to him in this brutal tables match.

Falcifer falls onto his knees holding the front of his face as Cruze approaches the apron, and lifts the side banner into the air. He now ducks down and reaches under the ring, abstracting another steel trash can to a huge ovation from the fans. Falcifer slowly begins to get to his feet using the post to help himself to a standing base as he turns towards Orlando who slams the trash can over his head. The sound of the shot echoes throughout the arena as Falcifer remains standing swaying back and forth with his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Orlando lifts the badly dented can above his head once more as he smashes it over his head again. Falcifer finally falls backwards onto the mats slowly like a cut down tree. Psikyl watching on in a state of shock as he places both of his hands on top of his head and shakes it back and forth.

Tim: Dear lord did you hear the sound of those collisions Jerry?

Jerry: Of course I did, I'm sitting right here you idiot.

Orlando drops the trash can as the fans continue to cheer him on. He now pulls Falcifer back to his feet slowly, as the beast stands up Cruze kicks him to the gut then backs up and gives him a hard punt like kick straight to his face. Falcifer falls backwards into the apron, using it to stand up as a glazed over look comes over his eyes. Orlando grabs the dented steel trash can as he picks it up once more, lifting it above his head when suddenly Falcifer kicks him to the gut and steps forward clotheslining him down to the mats.

Jerry: Falcifer taking back control of this tables match.

Falcifer slowly begins to step up the rampway to the confusion of the fans and Psikyl who follows him, asking what he's doing. Orlando gets to his feet and grabs the trashcan as he begins to pursue him up the steel ramp. Falcifer is about half way up when Cruze throws the trash can causing it to collide with the back of Falcifer’s head. The sound of the collision is heard around the arena as Falcifer roars in pain and places his hand over the back of his head, stumbling forward as he bends over. Psikyl steps out of the way in shock. Cruze quickly charges after him and clubs him to the back of the head, before grabbing him by the shoulder and dragging him towards the steel set around the entry way. He grabs the back of Falcifer’s head and smacks it off the steel as the crowd erupts into cheers to hear the sound of the hard impact and to see Falcifer getting it taken to him. Orlando however doesn’t stop there as he grabs Falcifer by the back of the head once more and smacks it off the set. Falcifer roars in pain as he turns around and suddenly begins pushing Orlando spine first into the steel set. Cruze grabs his back in pain as he continues to remain on his feet when suddenly Falcifer steps backwards and drives his shoulder into his stomach, smacking him into the steel once more. Falcifer takes a few steps forward and turns towards Cruze who begins to step forward a bit when Falcifer big boots him right under the chin, knocking him down onto the stage. The fans are now on their feet booing as Falcifer grabs Orlando by the hair and pulls him to his feet as he scoops him up and slams him down. The hard scoop slam makes Cruze scream in pain as he collides with the ramp, rolling onto his side and placing his hand to his spine.

Tim: Look at this Jerry, Falcifer is right on top once again.

Jerry: These two guys with more hate for one another than possibly any two people in this companies history and it is showing in this match.

Falcifer steps towards Cruze and raises his leg in the air before he drops it down across the throat of Orlando who roars in pain. Falcifer now rolls onto his knees before pushing himself up and grabbing the hair of Cruze slowly pulling him to his feet as he gives him a hard uppercut right across the jaw. Cruze turns away from Falcifer and stumbles down to the ramp before Falcifer charges at him and hits a hard axe handle elbow across the back of Orlando’s neck. He continues to move towards the ring stepping away from the ramp now as he falls into the apron, placing his arm over it to keep himself standing. Meanwhile Falcifer steps around him and clubs him to the back of the head once again before he lifts the side banner and begins to reach underneath the ring. The crowd begins to boo as he slides a kendo stick out and looks at Cruze who is down on his knees. The arena sparks into a huge set of asshole chants as Falcifer looks towards them furiously and raises his stick above his head before smacking it across the spine of Orlando. He screams in pain and falls onto his rear end as Falcifer raises the stick above his head once more before cracking it over his forehead. Cruze grabs his head and tumbles backwards onto the mats grabbing his forehead as more blood begins to flow from his forehead. Falcifer drops the cracked in half kendo stick as he grabs Orlando by the hair and pulls him to a seated position before jabbing him in the forehead, blood flowing from his scalp once more. Cruze screams in pain with each shot before Falcifer pulls him to his feet, grabbing him by the throat as if setting up for a chokeslam as he points at the table.

Tim: This is it ladies and gentlemen, Orlando Cruze is about to be defeated right here and right now.

Falcifer lifts Orlando into the air when Cruze slides around the arm of the big man and lands on his feet behind his back. He wraps his arms around the waist of Falcifer before spinning around, directing his back towards the table.

Jerry: Orlando is about to German suplex Falcifer through the table!

Tim: I can't believe it!

Cruze begins to lift him into the air when Falcifer back elbows him to the face. Orlando holds on before he is hit with another back elbow shot across the side of the face that finally breaks his waist lock. Orlando is a bit disoreintated by the last shot across his face when Falcifer spins around and drives a knee into his gut, he then grabs him by the head and pulls it in between his legs before he wraps his arms around his waist and lifts him into the air for the powerbomb, attempting to drive him throught he table once again. Suddenly Cruze floats over however, sliding down the back of Falcifer and rolling him over onto his back before he rises to his feet and grabs the legs of the towering behemeth. The fans go nuts as Orlando rolls Falcifer over onto his stomach, locking in the Defcon 5!

Tim: Orlando has locked in the Defcon 5!!

Jerry: This could shatter the legs of Falcifer here in this contest.

Orlando continues to hold the submission in tightly as Falcifer roars. Psikyl quickly steps in only for Cruze to lung forward and connect with a double forearm to his face, knocking him down to the mats.

Tim: Talk about uncalled for!

Jerry: Psikyl was about to interject himself into this match. Much like he did several weeks ago during Orlando's tag match against Johnon and Celestra.

Orlando shouts down at Psikyl who is lying on the canvas holding his chin before he spins back around to the face Falcifer who suddenly grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air. Cruze is unable to stop being chokeslammed violently into the mats. He unleashes a horrendeous scream of pain as he rolls onto his side, writhing in agony, Falcifer resting on his hands and knees, greatly exhausted after the action that has gone down thus far. He now grabs Orlando around the neck and begins to pull him upwards while he stands as well, sweat dripping from both their bodies and blood pouring from the face of Cruze. Falcifer now pulls Orlando's head between his legs and once again wraps his hands around his waist, setting up for a powerbomb as he looks towards the table.

Tim: This is it ladies and gentlemen, Orlando Cruze is about to be put through a table! This match is over!!

Psikyl clears out of the way as Falcifer lifts Orlando into the air, loading him onto his shoulder, as if setting up for an awesome bomb as he rushes towards the table.

Jerry: I can't believe this is going to end like this!

Suddenly, without warning, Cruze rolls forward, sliding down the back of Falcifer and landing on his feet before he quickly slides into the ring, The monster Falcifer becoming enraged as he spins around. He now reaches down and grabs the steel chair that he used at the beginning of the match, lifting it up in front of him as he begins to rise onto the apron. The crowd begins to boo seeing him with the chair in hand. Suddenly Orlando rushes towards the ropes and jumps onto the second rope, bouncing off and turning in mid air when he connects with a springboard dropkick right into the chair. The fans are shocked to see the steel collide with Falcifer's face and knock him off the apron through the table. The wood shatters around his large frame and makes everyone stand up going nuts.

Jerry: Falcifer went through the table, this match is over!

Tim: Your kidding me!?! I can't believe that just happened!

Orlando rises to his feet holding his arms into the air with a huge grin on his face.

Jerry: I can't believe he did it!

-[Falcifer pulls himself up from the ruins of the table, he goes to the timekeepers table, asking for a mic. He isn't given one. Falcifer leans down and grabs a cable, he points to it, the ring announcer shakes his head. Falcifer shrugs and take a join between two cables in his hands, he tilts his head to the side, as if saying "Your move." The announcer shakes his head again.]

- Jerry: What is Falcifer doing? Tim May: Beats the hell out of me.

-[Falcifer applies force to the cable, snapping the metal connectors as he bends the male and female socket join down. The commentary desk connection to the production truck is lost. Falcifer turns his attention on the ring announcer, punching him in the face and taking the mic. He rolls into the ring, where Orlando Cruze is leaning on the ropes for support.]-

Falcifer: Hey ULW, there's your fucking table spot. This is the last you'll see of me in this Godforsaken federation. There is nothing for me here, no honor, no respect, hell there's next to no decent wrestling here wroth a damn. Your titles are shit, and your booking is a joke. "Who booked this shit?" is on the lips of many wrestling fans, and is typed often on the keyboards of the internet wrestling community. The ULW is a place that I misbelieved that I would be able to get ahead in. Someone at my size, with my ability should not have been ignored as I have. You all shunted every single thing you had into the arrival of Andre Bates, you praised him as this wonderful, invincible leviathan. And he left. With his leaving, there was a void, a void that needed to be filled, a void that could have easily been filled by one man. Me. You had gotten rid of the overbearing, uneducated, uncoordinated leviathan that was Andre Bates. You no longer had to worry about him going into one of his periodic fits of roid rage in the locker room for asking his wife to pass the salt in a tone of voice her perceived as slightly threatening. You allowed a man who cannot distinguish reality from fantasy in your main events. And after all you had given him, he left. But me? I have given ULW my all, I have done exactly what I was told. I was given nothing in return. I was cut off at the knees every step of the way. The build up to my debut was met with nothing. NOTHING! All avenues of attempting to promote myself without showing up in darkness saying "I am coming!" in a creepy voice, were closed to me! I see what ULW is now. ULW is a joke, a travesty, a sickening abomination. An abomination that is becoming the norm. You people don't give a shit about real wrestling. You don't give a shit about telling a story in the ring. You spit in the face of legitimate technical wrestling. You piss on in ring psychology. All you want is a bunch of big meaingless maneuvers that will be met with no effect whatsoever.

-[Falcifer approaches Orlando, pulling him to his feet, walking around him in a circle.]-

Falcifer: And you, consider yourself fucking lucky. Not lucky because you won, lucky because I decided to take that piece of crap you call a finisher and end this travesty. I ended the match because I got sick and tired of trying to make your sorry ass watchible. You're not a wrestler, Orlando, you one step removed from bouncing on a trampoline in someone's backyard. You haven't a damned clue what you're doing in the ring. Please, a missle dropkick and a leg submission? What the hell are you thinking? They two moves have no link whatsoever! And by the way, AIM FOR THE FUCKING CHEST NEXT TIME! If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have moved when you hit me AT ALL! I might've gotten whiplash from having my neck snapped back, but I wouldn't have budged an inch.

-[Psikyl is in the ring, he gets between Orlando and Falcifer, the two talk briefly for a moment, then Falcifer resumes his circling of Orlando.]-

Falcifer: But it doesn't really mater any more, does it? -[Falcifer comes to a stop.]- Falcifer: ULW will continue on it's same ignorant path, with it's haphazard, unskilled, spot monkey-ish style. And I'm no longer going to be here to save it from itself.

-[Behind Orlando Psikyl is unbuttoning his coat.]-

Falcifer: You see, the staff of ULW is so fucking ignorant as to the workings of a proper match I had to outright IGNORE both of the finishes they had planned, and devise one of my own. At first hey wanted me to take a backdrop through the table. A BACKDROP!

-[Psikyl has his coat undone, and leans against the ropes, working on the leg brace. The crowd wonders what he's doing, Orlando has his back turned.]-

Falcifer: The ULW is so ignorant of the REAL way professional wrestling should be won they wanted me to sell a lifting maneuver executed by a man two thirds my size! BULLSHIT! You don't see Vader taking backdrops now, do you? And then what did you suggest? A trash can shot. A FUCKING TRASH CAN! A Chair I might have felt would be workible, ifi t was say, booted into my face. But a TRASH CAN?! Please. That isn't a pay per view match finish, that is a fucking joke!

-[Psikyl has the brace off, and throws the coat out of the ring. He has ring gear on, a pair of black PVC shorts, black knee pads, black and silver kickpads, black boots, black and silver elbowpads, and black shoot fighting gloves. Falcifer sneers at Orlando.]-

Falcifer: You are a fucking former World Champion! When a man my age... -[Falcifer pulls off his mask, showing his face.]-

Falcifer: Fuck it, a KID my age, someone who isn't even old enough to drink legally is providing the voice of in ring experience and logic to a match like this, something is DEFINATELY wrong with the company. Fuck ULW. I'm done with it. I'm going back to the AWO where my talent will be used and appreciated. Fuck ULW, it's getting what's coming to it. As for you, Orlando Cruze, you get exactly what the fuck you deserve too.

-[Falcifer drops the mic and turns and leaves the ring. Orlando looks puzzled, Psikyl on the other hand is smiling. He reaches a hand to his face, and pulls off the mask. The crowd goes absolutely nuts. It's Desolation! Former EFW World Heavyweight Champion Desolation! He makes the shape of a gun with his right hand and makes the sign off the cross with the motion of his hand. The crowd cheers even louder. Orlando slowly turns, right into Desolation's glaring face. His eyes go wide, he takes a step back, and Desolation nearly takes his head off with a vicious lariet. ULW Security is out, Desolation takes out one with a savatte kick, and another with a powerslam. A running headbutt takes care of one on the apron, knocking him into two of his fellows on the floor. Orlando is struggling to get up, but Desolation pulls him up and knees him in the gut, once, twice, three times. He takes him to the corner full speed, driving his shoulder into the metal ring post. Desolation pulls him out of the corner, grabbing the arm, and driving his shoulder into Orlando's own, one, two, three, four, five. The blood drains from Orlando's face due to the pain.]- -[Desolation takes Cruze's arm across his shoulder in an arm breaker, then throws him over his shoulder with a Judo type throw. He locks in a sort of stepover armbar with Cruze seated, and himself standing. The crowd is dead silent and can do nothing but watch. Desolation steps off of Cruze and pulls him up, twisting the arm, and yanking it down for more effect. He lets go of the arm for a moment, hooking Orlando's head, preparing for a suplex like maneuver. He grabs the leg, lifting Orlando up in a sort of sideways lift, Orlando's assaulted shoulder resting atop Desolation's own. Desolation drops to his knees, sending all of Orlando's weight right into the shoulder. He stands up and does it again, and again, AND AGAIN.]-

-[Desolation is mutilating the shoulder of Orlando Cruze. He flings him over his shoulder, Cruze lands on his feet, Desolation still has ahold of the arm, bending it across his shoulder, Orlando's head held to the side. Desolation drops in a neckbreaker like motion, more centered on the shoulder. He kicks the fallen Cruze in the shoulder, knocking him over on his back, he twists the arm into a hammerlock, holding it in place with his knee. He leans down, locking Cruze in a Dragon Sleeper. He pulls back, the knee driving the hammerlock up high enough to bear unbearable. Secuirty has rallied on the outside and prepares to storm the ring again. Desolation breaks the hold after about fifteen seconds on incomprehensible agony for Orlando and runs at the ring ropes. He jumps, balancing on the top rope for a second, looking as if he's almost floating in the air, before executing a Senton Suicida on the five members of the security team. Desolation lands on his feet, he bows mockingly to the camera, walking up the entry ramp, laughing.]-

Tim: Orlando's arm has been destroyed by Desolation, who made a surprising debut!

Jerry: Who would have ever guessed he was really Psikyl, this is disturbing, who knows what this man is going to do in the ULW.

The camera switches to an empty stool set against a blue backdrop. After a moment or two none other than Nathan Creed steps into the scene and takes a seat upon the stool, the Annihlation World Heavyweight title wrapped around his shoulder. A gray muscle shirt clings to his body with a pear of light blue jeans on below. He stares into the camera with an intense expression upon his face, pint up rage boiling beneath his calm fisade.

Nathan: So everything has built to this one moment. All of my accomplishments, all of my dreams, my hopes, my aspirations, they all fall upon this single event. I've been through a lot in my career, tragedies, betrayels, loses, but none of that matters, you see, it all boils down to this. I've been through a lot, but that takes a back seat to my victory over Sean Johnson when I captured the Annihlation World Heavyweight title. That was maybe the proudest moment of my career. It happened over two weeks ago and I refuse, you hear me, refuse, to lose this strap so abruptly. After everything I've been through, all the pain, all the anguish, you will find yourself unable to stop me, unable to put a hault to what I refer to as the roll of my life.

Creed is featured battling Sean Johnson in their brutal encounter last week. Fighting around the Spanish announce table as well as into the crowd, such as Creed suplexing Johnson onto the cement as well as Sean hitting a frog splash onto Nathan from the apron. It ends with Creed delivering the swinging neckbreaker from the top rope and getting the win. He is shown standing on the second rope holding the title belt above his head to a huge reaction from the fans. The show returns to Nathan Creed seated upon the stool and looking into the camera.

Nathan: In all your rants, in all your claims of greatness Hellkat, you fail to realize that your not standing in the ring against some run of the mill jobber that you just can walk right over in your ascent to the top. I have a purpose in life unlike all those losers you've faced in the past, and it's to show that I'm the best, that I'm greatest in this or any other federation. Your not going to stop me from proving that point Hellkat, your not going to stand in the way of my ascent! I've waited much to long for this opportunity, and no one, including you, are going to stand in my way.

Nathan is shown standing on the stage and clapping his hands as Hellkat watches on from in the ring in confusion.

Creed: This is it Hellkat, what you and I have been waiting for. Not only the opportunity to show who the better between us is, but who had the superior brand. Not that it really matters, but this is going to demonstrate which show really had the better talent pool. This is going to rectify a lot of questions in a lot of people's minds. I don't think you understand just how important this is. But tonight, I'm going to show you, just how important it is to me.

Creed stands up, and walks away, the camera remaining focused upon the stool set in front of the blue tarp hanging in the background. The shot switches to Orlando Cruze on a stretcher, EMTs surrounding him as they try to fix his arm. Cruze repeatedly pulls it away from them yelling in pain.

EMT: Cruze we have to get you to the hospital, stop fighting us!

Orlando: No! Let go of me damnit!

The EMTs try and hold him down.

EMT: Your arm may be broken! Stop resisting!

Orlando shoves them out of the way and rises from the stretcher grabbing his arm in tremendous pain, yet refusing assistance.

Orlando: Stay away from me! I have to stay here tonight damnit!

The EMTs try to step towards Cruze who lifts his one good arm into the air, forming a fist as the doctors begin to back away with their hands held up as if being placed at gun point. Orlando turns and walks away now, gripping his arm. The show switches to the VIP room where Stevie James is seated in a chair in a fine suit, his legs crossed in a sophisticated manner with a small drink in his hand. A desk resides behind him with a stack full of papers piled on top of it. He takes a drink and lowers the glass before staring into the camera, acting surprised to finally see it there.

Stevie: Oh hello there, it's nice for you to finally join me. You see I've been sitting back here not to pleased over a few things I've saw go down tonight. You see, I just witnessed Gangsta Nation getting themselves purposly disqualified in order to keep their FUF tag team titles. However the same thing isn't going to happen next week on Fucked Up Friday, and you know why? It's simple, Gangsta Nation are going to take on the Coven in a rematch where there will be no excuses or disqualifications. This match will be something brutal, something deserving of concluding this long feud between these two sets of tag team champions.

The camera zooms in on Stevie's now intense face.

Stevie: They are going to meet in a buried alive match.

The crowd goes insane inside of the arena while Stevie leans backwards in his seat smirking at the prospect of the match.

Stevie: But that's not the only match I'm announcing. You see, Phantom and Michael Synclaire have been battling for some time now, and I think it's time for the feud to come to an end. Therefore, in two weeks on Fucked Up Friday, it's going to be Phantom vs. Michael Synclaire, in a last man standing match.

More cheers rain down over the arena as Stevie stares into the camera, looking as if he has a little more planned.

Stevie: But don't think I'm done quite yet. One more match will take place next week on FUF, which will feature two people who had a bit of a staredown earlier tonight, and a group of ladies that don't seem to be able to keep their hands off of one another. Next week, it's going to be Bullseye and Cat, versus Chapel and Demona in a mixed tag team match, with some unique stipulations. If Bullseye and Cat win, then Bullseye will have an opportunity at the television championship, if Chapel and Demona pull off the victory, then Chapel will get a shot at the Hardcore title. I know, the ladies aren't real wrestlers, but guess what, I don't care, if they can attack each other backstage, then they can attack each other in the ring. Enjoy the rest of the show.

Even more cheers pour through the arena as Stevie continues to stare into the camera almost grinning. The scene switches to the High Roller lockeroom. Synclaire, Gangsta Nation, Chapel and Lomond standing around, not looking please over the events of this evening. They chat back and forth amongst one another, almost argueing when the door to the room opens. They all turn in confusion when Hellkat steps in, the FUF World title over her shoulder. All their voices come to a crashing hault at the sight of her. Hellkat walks in, almost, for a change, appearing confidant of herself.

Hellkat: Listen up, I have something to say.

They all look around at one another, confused as to what the usually quite Hellkat wants.

Hellkat: I don't want anyone butting in on my match. We're done, the High Rollers and me. Don't think I don't know that Sheryl Gray was just using me. She's a part of my problem, and so YOU are a part of my problem too. If any of you sticks his neck out and decides to attempt to do ANYBODY a favor in that match...

Hellkat opens her mouth and slowly runs her tongue over her teeth.

Hellkat: Just think about how funny you'll look with pieces of your faces missing. NYAH!

The High Rollers mumble amongst themselves as Hellkat turns around and leaves the dressing room. Remix now looks at his teammates. The show comes back to the ring, the action ready to unfold as part of the huge main event. A battle of attricion in which will pit not one, but two world champions against one another. The night has built for this one Creed/Hellkat showdown, the conclusion of a war between not only two competitors but two brands.

Jerry: This is it ladies and gentlemen. The match of the evening, the one we've all been waiting for.

Tim: I can't tell you how psyked I am for this hell in a cell match. Nathan Creed and Hellkat are about to battle in what very well could be the defining moments of both their careers. This is going to not only be brutal, it's going to be damn bloody, I'm almost getting giddy thinking about it.

The arena lights dim as the hell in a cell slowly begins to lower, strobe lights going off all around it, making it's decent over the ring all the more dramatic.

Tim: Here comes the cell, it's lowering into place ladies and gentlemen!

Jerry: Man, this one has got blockbuster written all over it.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, to sing the story of our main event, Ana Johnson!!

The crowd begins to cheer as loud as they can as upon the stage a band is revealed. Strobe lights go off all around then as a young women steps up to the microphone. She begins to sing her heart out as spotlights dance throughout the crowd. Images pertaining to events in both Nathan Creed and Hellkat's careers play across the titon tron behind her.

See the devil on the doorstep now (my oh my)
Telling everybody oh just how to live their lives
Sliding down the information highway
Buying in just like a bunch of fools
Time is ticking and we can't go back (my oh my)
What about the world today
What about the place that we call home
We’ve never been so many
And we've never been so alone

[Chorus:]
You keep watching from your picket fence
You keep talking but it makes no sense
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are
You wash your hands and come out clean
Fail to recognise the enemies within
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are, we are, we are

One step forward making two steps back (my oh my)
Riding piggy on the bad boys back for life
Lining up for the grand illusion
No answers for no questions asked
Lining up for the execution
Without knowing why

[Chorus:]
You keep watching from your picket fence
You keep talking but it makes no sense
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are
You wash your hands and come out clean
Fail to recognise the enemies within
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are, we are, we are

Hellkat's entrance video begins to play across the titontron as Hellkat walks out onto the entry ramp as the boos ring out loudly. She points over at Ana Johnsson who continues to sing. She walks down the ramp slowly, looking at the floor. She looks up, examining the hell in a cell surrounding the ring and after taking a deep breath moves forward through the doorway. The FUF World Heavyweight title is wrapped around her waist as she slides into the ring and pulls her hooded trench-coat off and throws it out of the ring, before crawling over to the corner and taking a seat as she awaits her opponent.

It’s all about power then
Take control
Breaking the rule
Breaking the soul
They suck us dry till there’s nothing left
My oh my, my oh my

What about the world today
What about the place that we call home
We' ve never been so many
And we've never been so alone.... so alone

[Chorus:]
You keep watching from your picket fence
You keep talking but it makes no sense
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are
You wash your hands and come out clean
Fail to recognise the enemies within
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are, we are, we are

It’s all about power then (we are)
Take control (we are)
Breaking the rule (we are, we are)
Breaking the soul (we are)
They suck us dry till there’s nothing left (we are, we are)
My oh my, my oh my
We are
We are (its all )
We are
We are, we are (take control)
We are
We are
It’s all about power
Then take control

Jerry: Ana Johnsson absoluetly rocking the house here tonight.

Ana Johnsson steps away from the microphone as the crowd goes absolutely nuts. Everyone giving the last performance a standing ovation.

The show cuts to a red background featuring a Spiderman 2 CD floating in front of it.

Tim: You can get a copy of Ana Johnsson's song and many other great performances from some excellent bands such as Dashboard Confessional by purchasing the Spiderman 2 CD.

The show returns to a shot of Hellkat seated in the corner with a serious look on her face.

Jerry: Hellkat is now out here, and the fans don't seem to have taken to her new attitude and alliances as of late.

Tim: I can't believe they hate the fact that she's trying to better herself by hanging out with the High Rollers.

Jerry: Well hopefully they don't play a deciding factor in this contest.

Enemy by Sevendust starts to play as blue lights strobe around the arena. As the drums kick in blue pyro's burst from the stage and the strobing lights become more erratic. Nathan appears from backstage, the Annihlation World Heavyweight title wrapped around his wasit as he makes his way down to the ring. He too pauses and examines the large hell in a cell, thinking of the impending destruction that looms inside. He now steps through the doorway and walks to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and mounts the second rope of the turnbuckle. He raises both fists in the air getting a cheer from the crowd. He climbs down and starts to warm up by stretching on the ropes.

Tim: And now we have the Annihlation World Champion out here, set to compete in what should be a grueling performance against Hellkat.

Jerry: Nathan, who I would consider one of the most underrated performers here in the ULW, finally gets the opportunity to shine, to prove how good he really is by battling Hellkat here tonight, in a match that should not be for the faint at heart.

Nathan Creed and Hellkat stand across from one another in the ring, their eyes breifly examining the cell in which surrounds them. Hellkat steps forward and begins to motion towards herself, stating quite verbally that she's the real World champion when Nathan just shakes his head then steps in and slugs her across the face. The fans explode as Hellkat is jarred, making her begin backing up into the ropes. Creed has a determined expression on his face, almost a deranged one as he moves in and grabs the top rope beginning to stomp her repeatedly to the ribs with all of his strength and rage. Hellkat slides down the ropes with each hard kick to her midsection as Creed's foot now lays into her chest, and finally her forehead as she falls completely down to the canvas, lying across it with little defense.

Jerry: Nathan Creed is just taking it to Hellkat here!

Tim: What the hell is she doing? Get up damn you, your out here representing the High Rollers!

Creed finally stops as Hellkat rolls across the canvas and stands up only to be hit with a brutal knife edge chop, the shot knocking her backwards towards the turnbuckle. He gives her another kick to the midsection then head butts Hellkat. She finally hits the turnbuckle back first as Creed chops her across the chest once again, the fans responding with a whoo. She tries to cover up only to be struck with an equally as devestating knife edge chop, making her legs kick up into the air as her arms hang over the ropes. Nathan once again begins to kick her to the midsection while holding onto the ropes for leverage before finally grabbing her by the wrist and attempts to whip her across the ring. Hellkat reverses it however and instead sends Nathan across the ring into the ropes, as he bounces off and comes back in he jumps into the air and connects with a double axehandle right to her face. Hellkat goes down to the canvas and Nathan lands on his knees, crawling on top of her and hooking her leg.

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Hellkat shoots her shoulder off of the canvas, looking shocked by Nathan's display while she sits up. Creed gets to his feet and begins to stomp her to the back of the head repeatedly, letting out a ferocious grunt each and every time he does so. He now grabs Hellkat by her hair and rolls her over onto her hands and knees before placing her in a front facelock and pulling her to her feet. The crowd has a mixed reaction as he snaps suplexes her over onto the canvas then rolls onto his knees, keeping her in the front facelock. He stands up, dragging her onto her feet and connecting with another suplex before spinning his hips and getting right back to his feet. He pulls her up and prepares for the third suplex when she drives a knee into his gut, bending him forward. She now grabs Creed by the back of the head and tights, running him towards the ropes and throwing him through the top and middle one. Nathan is unable to stop from flying over the ringside area face first into the steel cell wiring. The crowd cups their mouths in shock as Creed bounces off the steel and tumbles onto the mats holding his face.

Jerry: Dear lord, did you just see that Tim!?!

Tim: Creed was thrown through the ropes, face first right into the side of the hell in a cell!

Jerry: And just like that Hellkat is now on the offensive.

Nathan pushes himself up onto his hands and knees holding his forehead with a shocked expression on his face before he stands up and turns towards the ring, suddenly Hellkat rushes towards the ropes and hits a pancha over them. She collapses on top of Creed, taking both men down to the mats and causing the fans to respond with actual cheers for the breathtaking manuever. Both World champions lie strewn across the mats yet Hellkat is the first to her feet. She quickly grabs Creed around the neck, dragging him to his feet then burying her shoulder into his gut and rushing him back first into the cell wall. Nathan yells in pain before he stumbles forward reaching for his back. Hellkat doesn't stop however as she bends forward and now charges in, almost spearing him into the cell once again. Creed collides with the steel and bounces off, falling onto the mats across his hands and knees before he desperately reaches for his back. Hellkat is right there again though, laying in with stomps to the back of his head repeatedly. She now stands him up and underhooks one of his arms, Creed unable to stop her as she rushes him towards one of the cell walls with a half nelson. Yet once they reach it Creed sticks his foot out, blocking the manuever. Hellkat is furious as she tries it again, only for Creed to block it with his foot once more. In response to this she now throws him back first into the exposed steel turnbuckle. Creed roars in pain and then is grabbed by the back of his head and rushed face first into the cell links, connecting with them brutally.

Tim: Nathan tried to block it but Hellkat was just pugnacious in her desire to split his face open on that hell in a cell.

Creed tumbles onto the mats covering his face which now has a slight bit of blood running down it. Hellkat steps in and grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet and now rolling him into the ring under the ropes. She quickly slides in herself and crawls across the ring on top of him, hooking his leg.

Jerry: Hellkat looking to end this thing quickly!

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Nathan shoots his shoulder off of the canvas at the last second as Hellkat rises onto her knees looking absolutely shocked. She now gets to her feet and begins to stomp Creed repeatedly to the forehead, trying to bust him open even more before finally grabbing him by the back of his head and rolling him onto his knees. She stands him up, bending Creed forward and wrapping her arms around his waist. The crowd once again has a mixed reaction as Hellkat lifts Creed into the air, holding him upside down and then jumping into the air before landing on her posterior, delivering the spike piledriver. The impact is heard throughout the arena as Nathan bounces off the canvas across the top of his head and then flies into the air before finally landing across his back. Hellkat now gets onto her knees and crawls on top of him once again, hooking his leg and placing her back to his chest.

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Creed kicks out yet again, rolling onto his side and grabbing his face, blood trickling down it slighty. Hellkat gets onto her knees and protests the speed of the officials count before rising and stepping towards the ropes. She slides through them onto the apron, turning towards the ring and grabbing the top rope before springing onto it. Some cheer and some boo as she twists around in mid air and then lands on top of Nathan with the Draconoslam!

Jerry: This thing could already be over here ladies and gentlemen!

Tim: What a quick, triumphant victory this would be for Hellkat!

Ref,

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Nathan kicks out at the last second, rolling onto his side as Hellkat quickly stands up and gets in the official's face, stating that his count was far to slow. He briefly explains himself before Hellkat acts as though she's heard enough. She quickly drops down and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, lifting the banner hanging off the apron. The crowd begins to boo as she grabs a steel chair, which she slides out from under the ring and lifts into the air for all to see. Nathan Creed pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, looking to be fatigued after the brutality which thus far has been perpetrated against him. Hellkat begins to rise onto the apron, still clutching the chair and now holding it in front of her when Creed stands up and steps in. He jumps into the air and dropkicks the chair right into her face, the blow knocking her off the apron and sending her flying back first into the cell wall. Hellkat bounces off of it and tumbles onto her side, the chair landing on the mats beside her.

Jerry: What a well placed dropkick by Nathan Creed!

Tim: It sent the chair right into Hellkat's face, plus she collided with the cell wall, how disturbing.

Creed rolls across the canvas onto his hands and knees, pushing himself up slowly while Hellkat already seems to be stiring. She gets her knees beneath her and shoots her upper half upwards, looking extremely dazed after the dropkick. Finally she crawls towards that same steel chair and picks it up, rising to her feet in a great deal of pain. She once again holds it up in front of her when Creed rushes across the ring and dives through the ropes, connecting with a suicide headbutt right into the chair, knocking it backwards across the face of Hellkat. The entire arena is standing as the two of them collapse onto the mats, both of them lying motionless after the impact of the manuever.

Tim: Nathan Creed just took out himself and Hellkat with that suicide dive headbutt. Who do you think got the worse of that one Jerry?

Jerry: Tough to call, each one met face first with that steel chair.

Tim: God your worthless Jerry.

Creed is the first to begin moving, getting onto his hands and knees upon the mats with more blood dripping from his forehead before he grabs the cell wall and uses it to pull himself upwards. Hellkat rolls onto her hands and knees as well looking incredibly dazed when Creed steps in and stomps her to the forehead, then does it once again, unleashing more of those animilistic grunts as he does so. Hellkat remains on her knees though before Nathan grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her feet. Creed now scoops her up onto his shoulder and rushes her towards the far cell wall. Once he gets close enough he throws her like a javolin face first into it. The crowd cheers as Hellkat bounces off then lands onto her knees, her hands wrapping around the wiring. She leans against it face first appearing almost shocked as a bit of blood now begins to flow down her forehead as well. She slowly begins to push herself upwards when Creed steps in and delivers another dropkick this time to the back of her head. She smacks into the wiring hard and then falls backwards onto the mats grabbing her forehead and writhing in pain. Nathan grabs her by the back of the hair and pulls Hellkat to her feet, dragging the champion towards the ring and rolling her in under the ropes. Creed quickly slides in and gets on top of her, burying his elbow into her throat as he attempts a pin.

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Hellkat kicks out at the last second. A surprised Creed rises to his knees then stands up and grabs Hellkat by the hair, pulling her up and throwing her into the turnbuckle. Hellkat strikes it back first and Creed now rushes in only for Hellkat to get her foot up into his face. The sound of the shot echoes throughout the arena and causes Creed to become disoreintated, beginning to stumble backwards. Hellkat uses her remaining strength to pull herself up back first onto the second rope and dive forward. She spins around and connects with a spinning heel kick right to the chest of Nathan, taking him off of his feet and down to the canvas.

Jerry: A very acrobatic move by Hellkat, getting her back into what has thus far been an insanely competitive battle between both World Champions.

Tim: You have to imagine that so much is riding on this match, not only is this going to decide who the soul world champion is, but, it's also, in many people's eyes, going to determine who had the better brand, FUF or Annhilation.

Jerry: How true, how true.

Hellkat gets back to her feet, obviously bleeding now as she steps towards Creed and drops an elbow into his chest. She then rises to her feet and pulls Nathan up with her, getting him to a standing basis before throwing him into the ropes. Nathan rushes into them and bounces off, as he comes back in Hellkat attempts a huge standing spinning heel kick that he steps under. He now gets behind her back and wraps his arms around her waist. Hellkat looks shocked as Creed falls backwards, delivering a brutal German suplex. He doesn't stop however, rolling onto his knees and keeping the waist lock applied as he pulls her up onto her feet with him. He now goes for a second German only for Hellkat to wrap her leg around his, blocking the attempt and then spining around, placing him in a front facelock. She appears ready to go for a DDT when Nathan delivers a northern lights suplex, slamming her onto the canvas and maintaining a bridge.

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Hellkat kicks out at the last second. Both of them roll onto their hands and knees and then stand up when Creed reaches out and grabs her by the back of the legs, lifting them into the air and causing Hellkat to collapse backwards before Nathan tries to lock in the Courtesy Call. The crowd cheers once again as Hellkat shakes her head, trying to fight out of it as she turns back and forth frantically. She eventually causes Creed to bend forward and now begins to throw right hands into his forehead, eventually causing him to release her legs and stumble backwards. Hellkat in anger rises onto her feet and goes to throw a clothesline at Creed who steps under it, getting behind her back and burying his shoulder into her spine. He quickly lifts Hellkat into the air and slams her down to the canvas with a back drop suplex. Hellkat lets out a roar of pain as she lies across her back reaching for her lower spine. Nathan gets to his feet quickly and now looks at the nearest turnbuckle, some of the crowd getting to their feet as he approaches it. Creed scales the turnbuckle as quickly as he can, a trickle of blood still dripping down his face while he does so. He has his back turned towards Hellkat as he climbs each rope, the FUF champion rolling onto her hands and knees and spotting this. Creed reaches the very top rope, bent forward a bit with his back still turned towards Hellkat when she stands up and rushes towards him, placing her hands to his backside and shoving him forward. The fans are shocked as Creed flies off the turnbuckle and collides with the corner of the cell wall where the metal beams hold it in place. He bounces off of it hard and then collapses onto his back wrapping his hands around his face in a great deal of pain.

Tim: God almighty!! Nathan just flew off the turnbuckle right into the corner of the cell, talk about disturbing!

Jerry: After an impact like that I don't know if Creed will be able to continue out here, this match may need to be stopped.

Hellkat looks proud of herself as she leans on the ropes, staring down at Nathan who rolls onto his side, that once tiny cut now fully open and gushing blood all over his face. Hellkat slides under the ropes to the outside of the ring and approaches the steel steps, reaching down and removing the top layer with all of her strength. Creed remarkably is showing signs of life after that almost unbelievable impact as he pushes himself onto his hands and knees, reaching out for the apron. He grabs a hold of it and uses it to stand all the way up, his legs nearly cutting out beneath him before he slowly turns towards Hellkat. Suddenly the top half of the steel stairs fly right into his face. The collision is ungodly as the crowd stands up in shock, Creed immediately being taken off of his feet and down to the mats as the stairs land mere inches away from him. Some of the fans begin chanting holy shit while others are too stunned for words, Hellkat walking across the mats towards Creed with a smile on her face. Hellkat grabs the top half of the steps now and drags them on top of Nathan, placing them right over his face. Creed is motionless as Hellkat steps around the ring and grabs the steel chair she was prepared to use earlier. She now steps towards him and lifts the chair high into the air before slamming it over the steel steps. Creed's legs kick up into the air before she slams the chair into the steel steps once more. The sound of the impacts echo throughout the arena as Hellkat smacks the chair one more time over the steel steps. She now throws the steel object into the ring and kicks the steps away from the head of Creed who is completely motionless and bleeding perfusely. Hellkat drags Nathan to his feet, Creed appearing to be no more than dead weight before he is rolled under the ropes to the inside of the ring. Creed reaches the center of the ring, lying across his back and appearing to be in a great deal of pain as Hellkat gets onto the apron and then begins to scale the turnbuckle. The fans have a mixed reaction as she reaches the top. Hellkat looks back and forth at the sea of humanity then flies off the turnbuckle, going for a frog splash and hitting it picture perfect right onto Nathan. Creed's legs kick into the air and he rolls onto his side trying to cover his gut as Hellkat gets onto her knees holding her ribs in tremendous pain. She finally falls down on top of him however and hooks his leg.

Tim: A frog splash by Hellkat, this could be it ladies and gentlemen!

Jerry: Normally I wouldn't agree with you, but after what Creed has been put through this thing is just about academic.

The referee drops down and makes the count.

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Nathan Creed kicks out to the shock of everyone in the arena. Hellkat rises onto her knees grabbing her hair and shaking her head in shock.

Jerry: Creed kicked out!!!

Tim: You've got to be kidding me!!

Nathan lies on his side, looking fatigued yet not willing to give in. Hellkat rises to her feet and approaches the steel chair she threw into the ring earlier. Nathan is surpisingly showing signs of life, rolling onto his hands and knees, slowly pushing himself upwards with blood dripping from his face. He reaches out grabbing a hold of the ropes, using them to pull himself upwards, but nearly falling over several times before he finally gets all the way up. He leans chest first against the ropes for support, having stepped close to the turnbuckle when he spins around, Hellkat rushes in holding the steel chair up in front of her. Creed suddenly drops down, wrapping his foot around her ankle and drop toe holding her into the turnbuckle. She smacks face first into the steel chair against the turnbuckle with a dazed look on her face before falling backwards onto the canvas.

Jerry: A huge counter by Nathan Creed, this could very well be over!!

Tim: I can't believe it, I thought he was out of it already!

Nathan crawls onto Hellkat, hooking her leg in desperation, blood dripping from his face.

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Hellkat gets her shoulder up at the last second to another mixed reaction from the split crowd. Nathan sits up looking absolutely shocked and shaking his head as if in a state of absolute disbelief.

Tim: That's right Nathan, Hellkat kicked out despite your best efforts.

Jerry: I wouldn't call a drop toe hold his best efforts Tim.

Creed gets to his feet still bleeding before he swipes his hands through the air as if motioning for the end already. He steps over Hellkat's legs, the steel chair resting behind his back in the turnbuckle as he reaches down grabbing a hold of them. The crowd cheers as he once again tries to lock in his version of the Lion Tamer only for Hellkat to place her feet to his gut and use her leg strength to shove him backwards into the steel chair. Nathan yells in pain as he stumbles out of the turnbuckle, Hellkat rising to her feet quickly. As he steps in she hits him with a stiff superkick right to the jaw, the shot taking Creed off of his feet and down to the canvas back first. Hellkat now looks towards the outside of the ring as if debating something before a slight grin forms across her face. The fans begin to boo as she drops down and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring. She drops down and grabs the ring banner once more, lifting it into the air and reaching under the ring grabbing something.

Tim: Now what is Hellkat getting?

The crowd goes nuts however as she actually drags a table out from under the ring. They are in disbelief as she begins to set it up on the outside of the ring, right between the cell and the apron.

Jerry: Hellkat is actually setting up a table in between the ring and the cell. I can't believe this!

Hellkat gets the table situated before rolling into the ring under the ropes. She gets to her feet and steps towards the down Creed who has rolled onto his hands and knees in tremendous pain. She now grabs Nathan around the neck and pulls the badly damaged Creed to his feet before dragging him towards the turnbuckle. She pulls his head back and smacks it into it, causing Creed’s legs to nearly cut out from under him as he spins around and places his back to the turnbuckle in a great deal of pain. Hellkat grabs the top rope and begins to repeatedly kick Nathan to the gut with hard shots, appearing infuriated with Creed. She quickly grabs him by the head and drags him out of the corner throwing forearms into the side of his face before she steps around behind his back and places him in a reverse waistlock. Nathan is barely able to stand as he is pulled backwards and thrown through the air with a huge German suplex.

Tim: Hellkat is now busting out the Germans!

Jerry: This has to be taking a hell of a toll on Creed’s back.

Hellkat doesn’t release Nathan from the waist lock, instead rolls over onto her knees and stands up slowly, pulling Creed up with her. Nathan is once again barely able to stand as Hellkat lifts him into the air hitting a second German suplex that slams him hard into the canvas. Hellkat once again holds on, keeping Nathan in the waist lock as she rises to her feet, dragging Hellkat upwards before falling in reverse once again. The fans boo as Creed is thrown a great distance and slams into the ring hard, rolling over onto his stomach and holding his back in severe pain. Hellkat rises to her feet, looking very pleased once again as she looks back and forth at the booing crowd with a bewildered look on her face. Hellkat approaches Creed and delivers a hard boot to the side of his face before grabbing him by the hair and rolling him onto his knees, Nathan clutching his back in severe pain. Hellkat hooks one of his legs and pulls him in close before dropping backwards, hitting a vicious capture suplex. Nathan once again collides with the canvas back first, sitting up and yelling in horrendous pain as a result.

Tim: Hellkat is just busting out suplex after suplex here tonight.

Jerry: She’s softening Creed up.

Hellkat looks towards the table still on the outside of the ring before she drops down and starts pounding Nathan in the face with hard, vicious right hands, absolutely infuriated over the fact that he won't stay down. She finally stands up however and once again rolls to the outside of the ring, reaching down and grabbing the banner which she lifts into the air.

Jerry: Now what is Hellkat grabbing? She’s already got this table set up at ringside.

Tim: There’s no telling what she has intended.

Hellkat suddenly pulls out a 2x4 wrapped in barbwire, the crowd looking on in shock as she holds it up in front of her face, almost grinning at the prospect of what she is going to do with it.

Tim: Dear God, a 2x4 wrapped in barbwire, this thing is getting really violent now.

Jerry: Like it wasn’t already.

Hellkat rolls into the ring slowly, going under the ropes and still clutching the 2x4 tightly in her hands as she stares at Creed who has risen onto a single knee reaching for his lower back and appearing to be in a great deal of pain. Hellkat grins as she begins to step in, lifting the 2x4 above her head, the crowd gasping. Creed suddenly stands up and rushes forward, he connects with an absolutely brutal spear that causes Hellkat to actually flip over and land across her chest and stomach, Creed coming down in the same position.

Jerry: What a spear by Creed, that turned Hellkat completely inside out!

Tim: Think about how many ribs that could have shattered.

Hellkat rolls onto her side holding her stomach in tremendous pain as Creed attempts to push himself up slowly, the 2x4 lying on the canvas mere inches away. He slowly stands up, the impact from the chair and all the other damage still taking a lot from his body. Hellkat also begins to push herself upwards, trying to stand up to the best of her abilities as she places both of her arms over her ribs. Hellkat finally reaches her feet, using all the energy in her body to get up before she turns around to face Creed at a very hesistant pace. Suddenly the barbwire wrapped 2x4 smacks right into her face, everyone in the arena going insane at the sight of this. Hellkat grabs her face and begins to fall backwards with her hair tangeled up in the barbwire. Creed drops the 2x4 and stumbles forward, falling into the ropes and leaning on them for support while Hellkat hits the canvas and begins to roll back and forth holding her forehead with a river of blood oozing from her forehead now.

Tim: Oh no, Hellkat was just struck in the face with that 2x4, is Nathan insane?

Jerry: Hellkat was about to use the 2x4 on Creed for crying out loud.

Creed turns around and steps towards Hellkat, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up onto her seat while standing behind her back. He wraps one of his hands around the chin of Hellkat, pulling her head back so that her face is staring upwards, immediately beginning to throw rights into her already busted open forehead. Nathan looks almost demented as he does this, blood rushing in gallons from the head of Hellkat and beginning to cover her face.

Jerry: Look at Hellkat bleeding, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her bleed this badly.

Tim: What do you expect, she was hit in the head with freaking barbwire!

Creed continues to throw in the right hands before he allows Hellkat to drop down to the canvas and grabs the steel chair she earlier used upon him.

Tim: Oh no, don’t tell me that thing’s coming back into play.

Jerry: I think Creed has revenge on his mind.

Hellkat rolls onto her hands and knees, blood dripping in steady amounts down her face, almost covering every inch of it. She uses all of his strength to stand up, taking her several agonizing minutes to reach her feet. Once she does she actually looks as if she’s going to collapse right back down to the canvas yet somehow stabilizes herself. Slowly Hellkat turns around, as Creed lifts the chair into the air. Hellkat turns around and faces him when the chair cracks over her head, a gigantic dent left in it’s surface and the sound of the impact mimmicking that of a gunshot. Hellkat remains on her feet for a second or two with a glazed over look in her eyes, even more blood gushing from the open cut in her forehead before she finally tumbles backwards like a falling tree into the canvas.

Tim: Did you just hear, did you just see, did you...that was unbelievable!

Creed now sets the steel chair up, appearing a bit wobbily as he does so, getting it prepared for someone to take a seat in it as he sets his cold calculating eyes upon the unconscious Hellkat. Hellkat’s face is now covered in blood, every inch of it concealed behind the thick crimson mass. Nathan grabs her around the neck and pulls her to her feet, forced to use all of his strength to drag the young women upwards. Hellkat looks to be on dream street as she’s yanked all the way up onto her feet. Nathan now begins to hoist Hellkat into the air for what appears to be a side slam onto the set up steel chair. Hellkat suddenly floats over somehow, sliding over the shoulder of Creed as she was lifted into the air and landing on her feet behind Nathan’s back. Creed spins around in shock when Hellkat catches him under her arm and lifts him into the air, dropping him back first onto the steel chair with a sideslam. A groan cascades throughout the arena as Creed drops onto the canvas writhing in agony and grabbing his lower back, Hellkat has fallen onto her knees, leaning forward against her knuckles with blood dripping off her face to the ring below.

Jerry: A backbreaker by Hellkat across that steel chair, she is really doing some damage to Creed’s back.

Tim: She’s trying to cripple Creed.

Nathan continues to lie on the canvas gripping his spine in severe pain with blood running down his face as Hellkat finally begins to stand up, having a lot of problems doing so. She slowly reaches down and grabs the 2x4 wrapped in barbwire off of the canvas before standing up and falling back first into the ropes. One of her arms are strewn over it as she tries to hold herself up, shaking off the effects of that chair shot combined with all the damage that has thus far been inflicted upon her. Creed begins to push himself up, getting onto his knees and showing remarkable resiliance when Hellkat steps in and smacks him over the back with the 2x4. The crowd unleashes a moan as the 2x4 rips into Creed’s flesh, Nathan falling back onto the canvas and yelling in pain. Hellkat throws the 2x4 down and now reaches into her tights. The fans begin to boo as loud as they can as she removes a pear of handcuffs.

Tim: Where did those come from?

Jerry: Don’t tell me Hellkat is going to sink this low as to do something like this.

Hellkat bends forward and grabs the arms of Creed, lifting them up behind his back as she places the cuffs around his wrist. The sea of humanity is fuming with anger as Hellkat stands up with an actual grin on her face, blood staining her front teeth however.

Jerry: Creed is handcuffed, this isn’t right!

Nathan tries to move his arms as he realizes he’s been handcuffed, pushing himself up onto his knees and looking up at Hellkat who is holding the 2x4 tightly in her hands now, standing right in front of him laughing to herself. Creed struggles to get his arms free as he mouths obscenities at Hellkat who now brings the 2x4 down into his forehead with a devestating shot. The barbwire digs into his skin and tears away portions of Nathan’s flesh yet he somehow remains on his knees. He leans backwards with a dazed expression on his face, blood beginning to soak his face as Hellkat steps around behind him stoll holding the 2x4. She now buries it into the forehead of Creed and begins to pull it back and forth like a cheese grater. Blood seems to squirt into the air from Creed’s forehead as it covers the 2x4 and the hands of Hellkat who after several disturbing moments pulls the barbwire away. Creed now falls face first into the canvas, hitting it with the top of his head which keeps his upper half elevated off the canvas, his knees remaining planted upon the ring.

Jerry: This is absolutely disgusting, somebody needs to get out here and uncuff Nathan Creed!

Tim: For once I agree with you Jerry, this is absolutely disturbing, I never knew Hellkat would actually go to these kind of lengths.

Hellkat steps backwards, dropping the 2x4 and moving towards the badly dented steel chair, lifting it into the air and folding it up. She grips it in her hands tightly as she turns her head towards Creed, leaning forward and shouting at him to stand up, demanding he do so. Hellkat now steps backwards as Creed begins to will himself upwards, revealing the puddle of blood that is now his face. The crowd is begging him to get up as well, getting behind him to the best of their abilities, cheering as loud as they can as he continues to do so. Nathan leans forward as he places his feet on the canvas, nearly falling right back over but somehow he's able to get his head straight. He stands up fully and turns towards Hellkat, both their faces covered in blood as Creed begins to shout obscenities at her once again. He actually begs Hellkat to hit him with the chair as Hellkat looks around a little surprised yet still lifts the object into the air and slams it into his head with all of her might.

Tim: Creed asked for it and Hellkat delivered!

Jerry: That chair shot had to scramble the brains of Nathan Creed, he could have severe brain damage much like yourself Taylor.

Hellkat grins before she sees that Creed is still standing. Nathan’s legs nearly cut out from beneath him as he leans really far backwards, blood pouring off of his head. Somehow he is able to stand up straight once again, his eyes staring a hole through the shocked Hellkat as he begins to yell at her again, demanding that she strike him with the chair. As he yells blood actually flies from his mouth mixed with his saliva.

Jerry: No Creed just stop before your permanently injured, it’s not worth it!

Tim: I can’t believe he’s still standing and actually begging for another chair shot, I think that proves what I’ve been saying all this time, this guy is crazy.

Hellkat lifts the chair into the air and smashes it over the head of Creed for a second time, this blow finally causing Nathan to tumble backwards onto the canvas with his arms still handcuffed behind him. The sound of the chair shot sounds throughout the arena as the fans stand on their feet booing Hellkat as loud as they can. Creed doesn’t stay down for long though, showing his heart and determination by getting onto his side and beginning to push himself upwards with all of his strength. Hellkat steps in front of him slowly with the steel chair gripped tightly in her hands, lifting up to her chest and patting it as she points into Creed’s blood covered face. Nathan gets onto his knees nearly falling over several times as he slowly looks up into Hellkat’ eyes as if staring deeply into her soul. Hellkat shakes her head as if surprised by Creed's refusal to go down as she begins to bring the chair down over his head once again, Creed suddenly jars forward, ramming his head into her gut. Hellkat drops the chair and grabs her stomach, bending forward before Nathan stands up, barely able to get his feet beneath him yet is somehow still able to deliver a headbutt to the side of her face. The shot nearly takes Creed off of his feet and causes Hellkat to spill through the ropes to the outside of the ring. She lands on the mats hard grabbing her face as Nathan stumbles around the ring shouting for someone to come out and get the cuffs off of him. Creed suddenly unleashes a roar as he pulls his arms apart, breaking the chain of the cheaply constructued handcuffs. The crowd goes nuts at the sight of this before Nathan falls into the ropes chest first, leaning upon them for support in a great deal of pain.

Jerry: My God, Nathan Creed just broke his handcuffs! Talk about an amazing showing of strength.

Tim: This guy has got to be jacked up on stereoids or something.

Hellkat grabs the steel links of the hell in a cell, pulling herself up slowly as Creed rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, nearly falling over several times from the extreme loss of blood. Hellkat turns and chops him across the chest, nearly taking Nathan down to the mats. He somehow maintains his balance before Hellkat grabs him by the back of the head, prepared to throw him into the cell wall. As she does Creed suddenly turns and counters, underhooking one of her arms and hip tossing her back first into the cell wall. The crowd is shocked as Hellkat bounces off the wiring and remarkably falls onto her feet stumbling backwards into the arms of Creed who wraps them around her waist. He now turns around, placing his back towards the cell when he drops down, German suplexing Hellkat into the cell wall. Hellkat bounces off the wall once again and then tumbles onto the mats across her side. Nathan gets onto his hands and knees, still bleeding heavily as he pushes himself up with all of his might, using the cell wall as a crutch.

Tim: Can you believe what we've seen here tonight Jerry. Not only did Nathan just German suplex Hellkat into the cell wall but we've also seen a 2x4 wrapped in barbwire come into play as well as the brutal usage of a steel chair on repeated occassions.

Jerry: These two have been through so much and have lost so much blood there's no telling how much longer they can go.

Nathan grabs Hellkat by the hair and pulls the FUF champion to her feet before rolling her in under the ropes to the inside of the ring. Nathan now slides in and crawls across the ring, dropping down on top of her and hooking her leg. He appears absolutely exhausted from the loss of blood and the duration of this contest.

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Jerry: This may be it ladies and gentlemen!

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Hellkat kicks out at the last second to everyone's shock. Nathan sits up holding his hands in front of his bloody face in a state of absolute amazement.

Tim: How did Hellkat kick out!?!

Jerry: This has been an amazing display of endurance here tonight ladies and gentlemen. These two just will not stop!

Creed stands up and looks back and forth at the fans as he looks down at Hellkat who has rolled across the ring, lying on top of the steel chair now. Nathan suddenly makes a cutting the air motion as if signaling for the end. He now approaches the turnbuckle and slides through the ropes onto the apron, beginning to scale it at a sluggish pace, blood still dripping down his face. Nathan now gets all the way on top of the turnbuckle, looking down at the motionless and bleeding Hellkat. The crowd erupts when Creed flies off the turnbuckle, soaring through the air with his arms spread out to his side, going for what appears to be a textbook flying headbutt when Hellkat rolls out of the way at the last second. The fans are shocked as Nathan slams face first into the steel chair left in the center of the ring. He smacks into it hard and then flies into the air before landing on his back, with a dazed look on his bloody face.

Tim: Creed just slammed face first into that steel chair, I can't believe it!

Jerry: It may all be over now, this could be academic!

Hellkat lies on her side in a tremendous pain after all she has endured before rising onto her hands and knees, crawling across the ring towards the bloody unconscious Creed. She drops down on top of him now, placing her arm over his chest in an exhausted nonchalant fashion.

Jerry: This is it ladies and gentlemen, Hellkat may have unified the titles!

Tim: Yes, yes!!

The ref drops down and makes the count,

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Hellkat rises to her knees as she looks down at Creed who shot his shoulder off the canvas at the last possible second, garnishing a huge reaction from the sold out crowd. The FUF World champion places her hands on her head in complete and utter shock, unable to believe what just transpired.

Jerry: Creed kicked out!!

Tim: You've got to be kidding me!

Hellkat shakes her head in absolute disbelief. She looks at the referee gawking almost as she places three fingers in front of his face. The official tells her that it was a two before she rises to her feet and grabs Creed around the back of the head, rolling him onto his stomach then stepping over his back as she reaches down and grabs his arms pulling them up into the air and locking in the Wrathscorn Ravager. Some of the fans are cheering, others booing as they set their sights upon the bloody face of Creed. Nathan roars in pain, sweat and blood dripping from his chin as Hellkat really locks in her modified camel clutch.

Tim: This is it, Hellkat has beat some of the best in the business with this submission hold!

Jerry: I can't remember a time when anybody escaped the Wrathscorn Ravager!

A Nathan Creed chant now starts throughout the arena as the Annhilation champion lets out several painstaking screams of pain, trying his best to fight through the pain coursing throughout his body. Hellkat leans back with all of her strength, anger and rage present inside of her eyes with the awareness that it all may come down to this. The official steps in front of Creed, inquiring as to rather or not he submits yet the bloody Nathan shakes his head, shouting no quite loudly while the camel clutch continues to take away from his already brutalized body. Hellkat cannot believe it, shouting in anger for Creed to tap out, demanding he do so. Nathan will not listen to Hellkat, his body being brutalized in this camel clutch as his eyes center upon the ropes. Finally will all of his strength he begins to scoot across his knwos towards them. Sweat rushing from his bloody body as Hellkat tries to keep him in the Wrathscorn Ravager to the very best of her abilities. She shakes her head in shock as Nathan continues to scoot towards the ropes, realizing that everything has come down to this single solitary moment, that if he cannot make it this might be the conclusion of this brutal contest.

Jerry: Can Nathan make it? Can he get to those ropes!

Tim: No, there's absolutely no way to get out of the Wrathscorn Ravager, it's impossible!

Creed seems obsessed with reaching the ropes, the crowd standing and cheering as loud as they can, absolutely going nuts as they stand on pins and needles, hoping and preying that he can do it. Hellkat pulls back with absolutely all of her strength, finding it to be not enough to keep him from the ropes however as he reaches out with one of his hands and wraps it around the bottom rope. The crowd goes even more crazy, flahsbulbs exploding throughout the arena as the referee steps in and grabs Hellkat under the arm, dragging her off of Creed who continues to grip the rope before falling down face first into the canvas, trying his best to catch his breath.

Jerry: Creed has done it, he got to those ropes!

Tim: I thought this was no disqualification, that rope breaks didn't count, this referee must be incredibly bias or something!

Hellkat shoves the referee away from her, pointing and shouting into his face as Creed painstakingly pulls himself up the ropes, leaning throat first against the second one with blood and sweat dripping off his face. Hellkat steps towards him and grabs Nathan by the hair, pulling him to his feet before placing him in a reverse waist lock. The fans sing a different tune as Hellkat drops back, throwing Creed across the ring with a German suplex, slamming him into the canvas across his back. Nathan rolls backwards onto his chest and stomach, absolutely exhausted as Hellkat rises to her feet and peers towards the ropes, blood dripping from her chin as she begins to approach the turnbuckle.

Tim: Hellkat is about to go high risk and conclude this contest!

Jerry: Nathan has been through a hell of a lot out here tonight, this may just finish the job.

Hellkat climbs the turnbuckle slowly, feeling as though she has victory in hand. Her back is directed towards Creed who is still lying motionless on the canvas. The FUF champion finally gets to the top rope, bending forward on top of it as she situates herself. Nathan suddenly stands up, showing a remarkable burst of energy as he rushes towards the turnbuckle. The fans explode as he jumps into the air and dropkicks Hellkat to her seat, the shot knocking her forward off the tunrbuckle. She flips over and then crashes through the table she set up earlier on the outside of the ring, going through it back first as the wood explodes all around her slender body.

Jerry: Oh my God, Hellkat just went through the table!

Tim: Noooo!!!

The fans are on their feet now, many shouting holy shit, while several just cheer on Creed who is on his knees in the ring, looking completely wore out. Hellkat lies amongst the broken pieces of wood completely motionless and breathing heavily.

Jerry: Nathan Creed may have the edge in this match now!

Tim: This isn't happening. Get up Hellkat, show your worth to the High Rollers!

Creed drops down to the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring before he steps towards Hellkat and grabs her by the hair. He pulls her to her feet, Hellkat showing no signs of life after the fall through the table as she is rolled into the ring under the ropes. Nathan takes several deep breaths while leaning against the apron before sliding into the ring under the ropes and stepping towards Hellkat who is lying across her stomach bleeding heavily and still completely motionless. Nathan looks out over the stands, thinking about going for the pin before he changes his minds and instead steps over the back of Hellkat, grabbing her legs and lifting them up into the air as he places them under his armpits, locking in his version of the liontamer.

Tim: Oh no, Creed has locked in his Courtesy Call!

Jerry: He's going to make Hellkat tap out, he wants to make sure that this thing ends once and for all!

Hellkat screams in pain as she lies across the side of her face on the canvas, blood and sweat dripping onto the ring with everyone going absolutely mad in the sold out arena. They all stand and watch closely as Hellkat roars as loud as she can, the fall through the table making it near impossible to escape Nathan's finishing submission manuever.

Jerry: Hellkat is going to submit, there's no way she can get out of this hold after that crash through the table off of the top rope.

Tim: Tell me this isn't happening Jerry!

Hellkat's hand lifts into the air as she continues to yell at the top of her lungs, preparing to submit once and for all. Creed leans back as far as he can, the legs gripped tightly under his arms and placing as much pressure upon her now injured back as he can. Hellkat suddenly clinches her fist and buries them against the canvas before she pushes herself up and looks towards the ropes, not willing to submit. Creed is absolutely stunned as Hellkat begins to claw her way towards the ropes with every ounce of strength that remains in her broken body.

Jerry: This is unfathomable, Helkat is actually making her way towards the ropes after going through that table and having been placed in Creed's finisher.

Tim: That's why she's the World champion!

Hellkat is barely able to stand the pain yet continues to pull herself towards the ropes slowly. Creed tries to hold on with all of his strength as Hellkat drags Nathan with her towards the ropes, her only salvation. Creed shakes his bloody head back and forth shouting and grinding his teeth as Hellkat gets within inches of the ropes, reaching out with all of her strength for the bottom rope.

Tim: She's got it, she's got the rope!

Suddenly Creed pulls Hellkat back to the center of the ring. Hellkat shakes her head back and forth in shock, unable to believe what is going down as Nathan gets to the center, placing his seat on top of the back of Hellkat and really holding onto her legs with every ounce of strength remaining in his body. Hellkat pushes herself up onto her elbows, shouting at the top of her lungs in pain while the crowd stands and cheers, taking flash photography.

Jerry: Hellkat has been pulled back to the center of the ring!

Tim: No, no, fight through it, fight the pain Hellkat, don't tap out!

Nathan roars as he tries to hold the sharpshooter in, Hellkat shaking her head in disbelief of the tremendous pain coursing through her body. She lifts her hand into the air, looking prepared to tap out once again. She digs her finger nails into the palm of her hand suddenly before placing her fist to the canvas, pushing herself up and staring deeply at the ropes.

Jerry: There's no way for Hellkat to get to those ropes! She's been held in this Courtesy Call for several long minutes.

Tim: She can do it, if anyone can, Hellkat will. Jesus, when did I become such a Hellkat mark?

Hellkat begins to pull herself towards the ropes with everything left in her battered body as Creed tries to maintain the Courtesy Call, shaking his head in shock that she has not tapped out yet. Hellkat moves inch by bloody inch closer to the ropes, seeming like they are a mile away. The crowd is split once again, many begging for Hellkat to tap out. She finally gets within inches of the ropes and extends her arm outwards as far as it will go, wrapping her hand around the bottom rope. The referee steps in and gets into the face of Creed, demanding he break the submission hold. Hellkat continues to pull herself forward, grabbing the apron as Nathan tries to hold onto the submission, only for the FUF champion to spill to the outside of the ring, causing Creed to lose his grip.

Tim: I'm amazed, Hellkat has done it, she got out of Creed's finisher after all that time she spent in it!

Jerry: Neither of these two will go down, they refuse to give up on their championship aspirations.

Nathan spins around looking down at Hellkat who rolls across the mats holding her knees in tremendous pain. She grabs the cell links and pulls herself up slowly before turning around and leaning back first against the locked door.

Jerry: I think Hellkat was looking to get out of the cell but found the door bolted shut.

Tim: She was just pulling herself to her feet Jerry, she wasn't trying to escape.

Nathan shoves the referee out of the way and slides through the ropes onto the apron, blood dried across his face as sweat just pours in gallons down it. He now dives forward at Hellkat to a huge reaction, looking as if he is going for a flying double forearm when Hellkat steps out of the way, causing him to crash face first into the door. The door suddenly comes off of it's hinges, the lock breaking and spilling down to the mats as Nathan collapses on top of it.

Jerry: Creed just took the door off of it's hinges, he's broke the doorway with his own body.

Tim: That was smart thinking if you ask me.

Hellkat gets back to her feet, appearing incredibly fatigued with blood dripping from her face and a great deal of pain running through her legs as well as her back from the liontamer. Somehow she is able to step through the now open doorway as Creed pushes himself up onto his hands and knees. She steps towards him and stomps him to the back of the head, then does it once again. She goes to stomp once more when Nathan reaches out and grabs her around the ankle, trying to push her over. She eventually does lose her footing ans falls into the cell wall, grabbing a hold of it with both her hands as Creed releases her ankle. Hellkat now begins to climb the cell, appearing as if she is trying to get away from Nathan. Creed looks up at her as she climbs, all of the fans cheering on the sight of Hellkat going up top. Nathan stands up quickly and falls into the cell, leaning upon it for a moment or two before starting up the cell himself. Hellkat looks down shaking her head in anger as Creed continues to follow her up the cell, hot on her heels.

Tim: These two are moving up to the top of the hell in a cell, we know that no good can come of this ladies and gentlemen.

Jerry: Some bad things have happened up there in the past!

Hellkat reaches the top of the cell, grabbing the roof of the structure and pulling her pain ridden body up onto it. Creed is right behind her, showing his determination to get his hands on Hellkat who rolls across the top of the cell, breathing deeply and holding her knees once again from the pain still going through them. Nathan now pulls himself up and over onto the top of the cell. He gets onto his knees upon the edge when Hellkat steps in and stomps him to the forehead, trying to knock him backwards off the edge. She gives him another sharpe stomp to the face, nearly taking him off the cell as the crowd gasps in shock, worried about what they are about to witness.

Tim: Creed is going off the top of the cell Jerry!

Jerry: I think that would officially finish off Creed, in fact, it may finish off his career.

Nathan continues to lean backwards over the edge of the cell still on his knees. Hellkat becomes impatient however, reaching down and placing him in a front facelock before dragging Creed to his feet. She now steps backwards across the top of the cell before delivering a huge snap suplex, slamming Creed across his back upon the steel links. Nathan sits up holding his spine in tremendous pain before Hellkat steps in and stomps him to the back of the head. She now grabs him around the chin and rolls him over onto his knees before pulling Creed to his face and placing him in a front facelock once again. Hellkat prepares to drop back in order to hit the DDT when Creed wraps his arms around the back of her legs and lifts them into the air. The fans go nuts as Hellkat drops onto her back and is now rolled onto her stomach, being placed in the Courtesy Call. Hellkat screams at the top of her lungs, pushing herself up onto her elbows on the top of the cells as flashbulbs ignite throughout the arena, everyone standing and watching closely in shock.

Jerry: Creed has locked in the Courtesy Call on the top of the cell!

Tim: What! No!!

Everyone is still going insane as Hellkat continues to scream in pain, blood pouring down her busted up face. Suddenly from the backstage area charges Micheal Synclaire, Chapel, Remix, Impaler and Bruce Lomond, each and everyone of them dressed in High Rollers shirts, the crowd booing at the sight of them.

Tim: The High Rollers are coming out here!!

Jerry: What the hell are these sons of bitches doing coming to the ring!?! This isn't fair!

All five men reach the cell and now begin to climb up it at the same time. Every member of the High Rollers scaling the cell wall as quickly as they can.

Jerry: No, somebody get these guys out of here!

Creed suddenly releases the legs of Hellkat and steps towards the High Rollers, Remix reaching the top of the cell first when Nathan begins to stomp him to the forehead repeatedly. Remix nearly falls off the cell all the way to the mats below yet is able to hold on as Synclaire gets onto the top of the cell and steps towards Creed. Nathan turns and clotheslines him down quickly as Impaler climbs onto the cell roof as well. Creed turns sharply and hits him with a back elbow to the face, knocking him down as well. Chapel now steps in and goes for a right only for Creed to block it and respond with a hard right of his own, followed by another, before he hits another shot that finally takes the big man down to the cell roof.

Jerry: Nathan is taking it to all of the members of the High Rollers, this is certainly an unpresidented sight!

Tim: I can't believe what I'm seeing.

Daemon Frost now rushes from the back to a huge reaction, charging to the ring with a head full of steam.

Tim: What the hell is Daemon Frost doing out here?

Jerry: He's got to be coming to the aid of Nathan Creed, to stop these High Rollers!

Hellkat has risen to her feet yet is still bent forward when Nathan steps towards her quickly. Suddenly Hellkat buries her shoulder into his legs and stands up, backdropping him through the air before he crashes on top of the cell roof. However, the links break and cause Creed to tumble through the cell all the way down to the ring below. The fans are shocked as he smashes into it, the ring actually denting around the body of Nathan, leaving an imprint of his frame. Creed lies motionless on the canvas as the crowd stands shouting holy shit once again, Hellkat looking down at Nathan with a bit of shock in her eyes. The High Rollers are also surprised by what they have just witnessed as Creed lies completely unconscious.

Tim: Ohhhhh!!! Unbelievable! Creed just went through the cell all the way down into the ring!

Jerry: Sweet mother Mary and Joseph, Nathan may have been broke in half!!

Hellkat slowly begins to climb down through the hole in the cell, Nathan lying absolutely motionless, his arms and legs spread out to his sides as he stares up at the heavens. Hellkat, the bloody FUF champion climbs down the cell opening slowly and drops onto the canvas over the down Nathan Creed, she appears ready to go for a pin yet stops and thinks about it for a minute, opting to win the match in a more suitable fashion. Daemon in the meanwhile climbs the cell, going after the High Rollers, including Chapel who remain on the top. Remix, Impaler and Synclaire begin to climb down the other side, Chapel and Lomond staying on the top. Hellkat reaches down and grabs Nathan by the back of the head, pulling him up slowly.

Jerry: Why didn't Hellkat go for the pin! She obviously had the match won!

Tim: She's out here to prove a point Jerry, to show why she's the World champion, why she deserves to wear that belt.

Nathan appears to be no more than dead weight as he's pulled to his knees then stood all the way up. Creed nearly tumbles to the canvas looking completely out of it as Hellkat takes a step back grinning her, face full of blood. She now smacks her knee, signaling for the Tiger's Fang in a non chalant fashion, Creed looking completely out of it.

Jerry: Here comes the Tiger's Fang, this move has been known to cause extreme brain damage from what I've heard.

Tim: From what sources?

Jerry: Well it has to, due to the incredible impact it administers.

Frost now stands on the top of the cell, coming to blows with Chapel, knocking him backwards, infuriated over the man who betrayed the Holy War. Hellkat now steps forward and lifts her leg into the air, swinging around for the roundhouse kick when Creed ducks under it. Hellkat spins around when Nathan grabs her legs and lifts them into the air, rolling her onto her stomach and locking in the Courtesy Call. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Hellkat pushes herself up onto her hands and knees screaming in pain at the top of her lungs.

Jerry: The Courtesy Call!!

Tim: Impossible!! How did he do that!

Jerry: Creed has some remarkable reselance!

Creed is covered in blood, his body tore to shreds yet he is still able to hold Hellkat in the Courtesy Call while she screams at the top of her lungs in pain. Synclaire, and Gangsta Nation, look shocked, beginning to rush towards the ring when from the back rushest the Coven, Tristan, Serenity, and hobbiling Killjoy and Phantom. The fans are going absolutely crazy at the sight of this.

Jerry: Here comes the Coven!

Tim: Who the hell else is going to come out here!?!

Killjoy hobbles behind his teammates, bags of ice wrapped around his injured knee as his teammates attack the High Rollers. Synclaire, Impaler and Remix begin to throw rights into the faces of the Coven, everyone fighting eachother as a huge brawl commences on the ramp.

Tim: It's all out chaos out here!

Hellkat is in extreme pain, lifting her hand into the air, as if ready to submit to the tremendous pain, yet refusing to give in. Frost clotheslines Chapel down on the top of the cell before turning and looking at the mob on the ramp, everyone fighting with everyone. Bruce Lomond climbs down the cell slowly, keeping out of harms way as Frost steps to the edge of the cell and looks out over the fans.

Jerry: Oh my God, what is our number one contender setting up for here!?!

Tim: He wouldn't!

Suddenly Daemon dives off the top of the hell in a cell, turning in mid air and coming down on top of the High Rollers and the Coven with a huge sommersault pancha. The fans go absolutely insane at the sight of this, everyone tumbling down onto the ramp with Frost on top of them.

Tim: Sweet Jesus!!!! That was unbelievable!

A holy shit chant rains throughout the arena as everyone tries to get back up after the huge collision.

Jerry: Frost with a huge pancha from the top of the cell!! I've never seen anything like that!

Hellkat claws and scrapes her way towards the ropes, absolutely shocked by what has happened, Nathan remarkably getting up and placing her in the Courtesy Call even after going through the top of the cell. The look on Hellkat's face tells the entire story, blood rushing down it as she screams in tremendous pain, Creed doing the same as he tries to keep her in the hold.

Jerry: Will Hellkat tap out!?!

Tim: Fight Hellkat, fight!!

Suddenly a boot connects with the back of Nathan's head, belonging to Bruce Lomond, the shot taking Creed down to the canvas across his stomach. Lomond grins after doing it as he motions for Creed to stand up. Hellkat rolls onto her back holding her legs in tremendous pain while Nathan actually begins to stand up, instinct feuling him to do so. Bruce stands behind him getting ready when Orlando Cruze stumbles from the back with a steel chair in one hand, his other arm nearly limp at his side.

Jerry: Here comes Orlando Cruze!!

Tim: Jesus Christ, I think this match has broken the interference record! What business does he have coming out here?

Jerry: He's Nathan's good friend.

Bruce is oblivious to Orlando who steps through the broken doorway to the cell, sliding into the ring under the ropes with a bandage over his head. He lifts the chair into the air, roaring in pain from the trauma running through his arm, and smacks it over the back of Lomond to a huge ovation from the crowd. Bruce roars in pain, dropping to his knees and rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. Cruze continues to hold the chair as he now waits for Hellkat to stand up. She and Nathan rising to their feet at virtually the same time. They stand up as Orlando swings the chair, Hellkat ducking out of the way and causing the steel mass to smash over the head of Nathan Creed. The entire arena is absolutely shocked as Creed collapses onto the canvas, Orlando still holding the chair looking surprised by what he accidently just did.

Tim: Cruze hit Nathan with the chair, he hit him with the chair!!

Jerry: Nooo!!! It had to be an accident!

The fans are still shocked as Orlando turns towards Hellkat holding the chair when she swings around and connects with the Tiger's Fang across the steel chair. The metal smashes into the face of Cruze as a result and takes him down to the canvas across his back. Hellkat in all of her pain now grabs Creed around the neck, pulling him to his feet and placing him in position for the Darkest Hour. She lifts Nathan into the air almost effortlessly and hits it as the crowd stands in disbelief.

Tim: The Darkest Hour!!! It's over!! Good God it's over!!

Jerry: This is all a result of that accidental chair shot by Orlando Cruze!!

Tim: Was it really an accident?

Creed rolls onto his back a bloody mess as Hellkat crawls on top of him, hooking his leg. The ref who was forced to sit back and watch the chaos drops down and begins to make the count.

1.....

2.....

Jerry: Kick out Nathan!!

3!

The fans are still in disbelief as the bell sounds and Hellkat rises to her knees, thrusting her arms into the air, blood dripping from her face, mixing with sweat and wore away face paint. On the outside of the ring the High Rollers and the Coven are still fighting now into the crowd. Hellkat's new theme blares over the loud speakers as the referee goes to retrieve her two World title belts.

Tim: Hellkat has done it! She beat Nathan Creed in one of the craziest matches I've ever called!

Jerry: This thing was brutal, it was insane from start to finish, but I cannot believe the way it concluded.

Tim: What a payperview estravaganza this has been! Hellkat has retained her title and so much more, can you ask for anything better!?!

She is finally handed her two world title belts, the FUF gold and the Annihlation strap. She grabs them both looking down into them with an actual smile on her face before she lifts them both into the air above her head to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Creed remains on the canvas in pain, holding his forehead while Orlando lies in the same position in the corner. Suddenly a figure emmerges from the backstage area, it's Desolation.

Jerry: Look at who's coming out here Tim.

Tim: It's Desolation, maybe he's come out to get more of Orlando Cruze.

Hellkat rises to her feet, oblivious of his arrival. She places both belts to the sides of her face before hoisting them above her head one last time. The ramp is clear of ULW performers, the majority of them having fought to the back as Desolation steps down it and reaches the opening. He now slides under the ropes to the inside of the ring and rises to his feet, staring at the back of Hellkat's head.

Jerry: What is going to happen here?

Tim: I don't know, but haven't we had enough anarchy out here tonight?

Hellkat slowly backs into the chest of Desolation holding the belts above her head before her eyes fill with fear. She now turns around slowly, finding herself standing face to face with Desolation who gives her a cold, sinister stare. Hellkat's jaw drops as she falls backwards onto the canvas, scrambling backwards across her seat towards the turnbuckle.

Jerry: Hellkat looks terrified!

Tim: After what Desolation did to Orlando earlier, she has a right too.

Hellkat's eyes are almost bulging from her head as she sits in the turnbuckle, Desolation beginning to step towards her slowly. He gets within inches of her, showing no emotions as he reaches out and grabs her by the wrist, lifting her hand into the and reaching into his trench coat. Suddenly, to everyone's shock, he removes Sarah, Hellkat's stuffed cheetah. She almost immediately realizes that she had given it to Psikyl several weeks ago as a slight smile forms on her face, Desolation handing it back to her. He now turns around and begins to leave the ring.

Tim: You mean to tell me that Desolation came out here just to give Hellkat back her stuffed animal?

Jerry: Apparently that's the case.

Hellkat holds Sarah closely, along with her two title belts, Desolation sliding through the ropes and dropping to the mats as he exits the cell. Hellkat's entrance music now begins to play over the loud speakers once again.

Jerry: Well as much as it pains me to see this evening come to an end, we've reached the conclusion of what has been maybe the craziest event in ULW history.

Tim: Hellkat keeps her gold thanks to none other than Orlando Cruze of all people. Kingdom defeated Frost, Lomond beat Killjoy, Phantom returned, and a lot of stuff has been set in motion for next week, pandimodium is the only way to describe it Jerry.

Jerry: What an event! We'll see you next week ladies and gentlemen!

Hellkat remains in the corner holding her Cheetah and the titles as Desolation continues up the ramp not looking back. Nathan rises onto his hands and knees as the camera zooms in on his bloodied face, the show fading to black.