ULW Retribution

Live from
The Metro Arena
Newcastle, England


In a time of Evil, Darkness, Pain and Turmoil…

(The scene opens up with Xavier smiling evilly at the camera his eyes staring through the top of his head before showing Isis on Shawn Hall’s knee her Television title over her shoulder, both are looking at the camera. Hurse is then seen with Ingo, he slaps the Japanese mans chest then punches his hand into his opposite palm before the camera then turns to Magnum the side view of the man being caught suddenly he turns his head swiftly to face the camera before the scene makes one final change to see a evil looking AWOL his eyes a strange red color his expression sadistic.)

We call upon our idols, our angels, our heroes…

(Orlando Cruze is seen sitting on a folding chair in the darkness a light beaming from beyond the camera shot showing his dramatic pose. It cuts to Jason Slayer and Drew standing side by side, Slayer is jumping from foot to foot, the scene then cuts to Chapel who is knelt down toward the camera Demona her hand on the top of his head, it then cuts to the growing superstar Daemon Frost who leans back against a loading bay wall an angry expression on his face.)

Now the soldiers are in place and the war has begun…

(The mellow beginning of Broken By Seefer and Amy Lee from Evanescence begins and different scenes are shown from all the events of the last month Johnson and Creed are seen battling it out in the ring before the scene cuts to the rise of the High Rollers on Annihilation as they dominate the ring, before cutting to Coven fighting Grimmstone and Lineya, Magnum is seen in his epic battle against knuckles then the scene cuts to the hardcore battling between Monoxide and Bullseye the two hitting each other with chair and whatever they can there hands on anyone between them getting hurt, the scene of X being kicked down the flight of stairs being seen.)

Its time to bring the light back in this hell of darkness...

(The scene shows Psycho and Kasheryn going at it before turning to Chapel and Cortez the win giving Chapel the final position for the Xtreme title, Hurse is seen bloody and battered getting the cheap win from SPIDER to meet Chapel in the final, the scene then cuts to G-Nation and Arceneaux there long running feud being portrayed from there matches over the month, the men hitting moves on each other, Dominique Radcliff is seen wheeled out of the arena to hospital before the beat of the music picks up and Arceneaux is seen getting his revenge before taking the win on Impaler. The scene then cuts to the huge feud between Hellkat, Daemon and Xavier, Xavier and Hellkat are seen in the ring slugging it out before Xavier is locked into the Wrathscorn Ravager causing him to tap out, it then skips to last week where Xavier cheats to pin Hellkat a smile on his face, it then skips as the chorus hits to Daemon laying punches in to both wrestlers, before being hit with the Wyvern Driver II by Hellkat and being pinned for his World title, the last scene closes in on Hellkat holding the title aloft and angry looking Daemon in the background.)

And gain our Retribution!!!

LIVE FROM THE METRO CENTRE, NEWCASTLE, ENGLAND, ULW PRESENTS RETRIBUTION

(The pyro’s fire off for the start of the Pay-Per-View while the Retribution theme song Broken by Seefer featuring Amy Lee roars out of the arena speakers. The crowd goes wild and hold their signs up to the air, proudly proclaiming “Cruze for World Champion” and “Bring Back the Hardcore Messiah” to the viewers around the world.)

Walters:
Welcome one and all to the grandest of stages, ULW Retribution brought to you live from Newcastle, England. What a show we have for you tonight folks.

May:
You aren’t kidding, Jerry. This card is full from top to bottom with nothing but the best ULW action. We’re back to one lean, mean roster and we’re ready for some bloodshed.

Walters:
You heard it folks. Earlier this week it was announced by ULW owner Sheryl Marie-Gray that FUF and Annihilation would be merging to form one single conglomerate. Jobs were lost, people were cut, and we are left with the newer, stronger ULW roster, and that’s not the only news from this past week. Apparently AWOL’s been keeping Conrad Gray locked away in some sort of basement and tortured him all week long, but he’s promised to give him back tonight. We’ll just have to see if the big, crazy bastard keeps his word.

May:
Bah, he’ll be lucky if he remembers any words once Too Magnificent and Sean Johnson get done with him. That’ll be victory number one for the High Rollers tonight, along with Gangsta Nation winning the FUF tag titles and Isis retaining her Television title.

Walters:
Something tells me Phillip Arceneaux and Jason Slayer might have something to say about that one. Also on the show, X, Phantom, and Hunter will duke it out for their jobs in a win or you’re fired barbed wire steel cage match.

May:
Nothing brings out the fight in a man like desperation, that one should be great. How could it compare to the FUF main event, though, when Xavier will finally show once and for all how superior he is to Hellkat and Daemon Frost.

Walters:
Whatever you say. That’s only one of our main events though. Following that we’ll watch the entire Annihilation roster join into a Battle Royal over the top rope style elimination match to determine the Annihilation World Heavyweight Championship.

May:
And the winner of that match goes on to face Hellkat on at Nuclear Warfare for the unified World Title.

Walters:
Not to mention all the other great matches on our card for this evening. It looks like, however, we’re about to have some sort of action in the ring.

(The shot cuts to the ring, which is not occupied by the usual Terri-Lynn Blaze, but instead by a dark skinned man in a pin striped black suit. He pulls the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.)

Announcer:
Ladies and Gentleman of Newcastle, welcome to Retribution!

(The crowd pops for a moment and the announcer pauses for a second to soak it in before he continues.)

Announcer:
I’m here before you tonight to announce the long awaited return of someone I know you’ve all been missing. He’s the man who will guide ULW to levels it’s never seen before. It’s the man who makes your woman’s heart swoon and your man want to exercise the fat off his ass to look even half as good. He is the newest and greatest General Manager of ULW. He is…Shane…Motherfuckin’….LEONARD!!!!

(The crowd pops as the arena is filled with bright colored strobe lights and Jay-Z’s Big Pimpin’ coming from the speakers. Striding from the back comes Leonard, resplendent in a green and gold pinstriped suit, boulder hat tilted jauntily on the top of his head, and a pair of mirror shades hiding his eyes. He comes strolling out of the back, leaning heavily on a black cane which appears to have a fist sized emerald on the top of it and two women in black evening gowns hanging off each arm. He makes his way down the ramp slowly, nodding in appreciation of the fans welcome as he makes his way to the ring. He climbs up the stairs and one of the ladies holds the center rope down for him as he climbs into the ring. He shakes hands with the announcer, who departs the ring, and lifts a microphone to his mouth.)

Leonard:
What’s happening, ULW?

(More insane crowd pop from the crowd.)

Leonard:
Now that’s what I call a damn welcome, right there. I’m out here tonight for several reasons. First off, I wanted to again welcome and thank all of you in the audience and all the wrestlers in the back for sticking around with ULW and showing up to Retribution. We couldn’t do this without each and every one of ya’ll.

(He pauses for a second, leading the two ladies in a round of applause for the crowd, who are again screaming their heads off.)

Leonard:
Second, I got a little bit o’ business to take care of tonight. As many of you have heard, the two rosters of Fucked Up Friday and Annihilation have become one, just as Shane Leonard became a General Manager. I’m here to tell you that these two things are not coincidence. I was the one who made the call to make the big changes, and I’ll tell ya why. I showed up last week to look at what was happening on both shows. I watched Fucked Up Friday and I saw the Holy War slap the High Rollers around like last night’s ho. Then I went to Annihilation and I watched Sean Johnson and Nathan Creed, Falcifier and Orlando Cruze. I saw all this and I thought “Damn, there’s a lot of violent mother fuckers on my roster.” And you know what, I was pretty happy.

(He pauses again as the crowd yet again cheers. He smiles as they’re obviously eating out of his hands at this point. His face turns serious however, and he continues.)

Leonard:
But I saw something else that I wasn’t so happy about. I saw a bunch of slackers taking up space on my roster as well. I saw a bunch of dead weight, and I couldn’t have that. You see I had one goal when I joined this company, and that was to take what was already pretty damn good and make it the greatest show ever, since it had just acquired the greatest GM ever. I couldn’t do that with dead weight, so I got rid of the fat. I got rid of Annihilation and merged it in with FUF and trimmed us back to a thin twenty five roster slots. If, however, you think that that’s the end of things, you’re dead wrong. You see, I ain’t here to sit back on my laurels and let the place get weak again. Naw, if you work for Shane Leonard, Shane Leonard’s gonna be on your ass every minute of every day, making damn sure you’re pulling your weight or it’s the door, understand? Fucked Up Friday will be the greatest show in all of wrestling, I promise you that. And to that end, I have an announcement to make concerning next week’s show. We got championships coming out our ears right now, and it’s time we trim that back to. So next week, on Fucked up Friday, we’re gonna start a little thing I like to call, “No Title Is Safe.” By the time Nuclear Warfare, our next pay-per-view at Madison Square Garden wraps up, we will have only six titles remaining. And it all starts next week, when the winner of the Isis vs. Slayer Television Title match faces off with the winner of the European Title tournament, with their belts on the line! And then next week’s Fucked Up Friday will feature an eight man tag match where in one corner the FUF World Champion, Xtreme Champion, and Tag Champions will square off with the Annihilation World Champion, Hardcore Champion, and Tag Champs. This is of course, all leading up to Nuclear Warfare, where the tag titles will be unified in an elimination style tag match up, the Hardcore and Xtreme titles are merged into one in a match of my own particular design, and the World titles will be unified in a match so sinister, so vile, it brings shivers to the spine of any wrestler who even hears its name. I’m speaking, of course, of a Hell in a Cell Match!!!!

(And yet again, the crowd goes wild. Leonard waves and prepares to exit the ring.)

Leonard:
In the meantime, enjoy the rest of Retribution, and see you on Friday!

(He drops the microphone and turns to leave, his escorts flanking him as he makes his way back up the entrance ramp.)

Walters:
What a set of announcements! Our new general manager is here and he means business!

May:
Things are certainly going to get a lot more interesting with Shane Leonard around, I’ll tell you that much right now. He doesn’t even waste time before hitting it out of the park with those matches. Nuclear Warfare’s already looking to be a spectacular show, and we haven’t even started Retribution yet!


Backstage

(The scene opens in the parking lot where a long black limousine pulls up the fans watch in the arena as the door opens a feminine leg steps out and Mrs. Sheryl Marie Gray steps out, she walks around the door and signals to the driver to get her bags as the rest of the High Rollers step out, G-Nation, Michael Synclaire, Shawn Hall, Isis, Too Magnificent Bullseye and Hunter all with there managers the large group walk past the cameraman like an army in there ranks near enough and toward there VIP lounge, they go to walk inside but just as they are about to open the door Tom Hammond runs over to them calling for Sheryl who turns to face him.)

Hammond:
I just wanted your thoughts on what has happened to Conrad this week and if you knew where to find him?

(Sheryl stares at the reporter for a second.)

Sheryl:
I saw a man caked in blood claiming the room he just came from contained my brother…Hammond, are you dumb? I am not exactly over the moon, that is my little brother and if I had but a scent of his location in the arena, I would already be there and AWOL would be dead where he stand!

Hammond:
Dead as in gone, finished?

Sheryl:
What other meaning of the word do you know? Now if you don’t mind Hammond we have business to attend to.

(she turns from him, Gangsta Nations former manager and girlfriend of Remix opening the door but in fear jumps out of her skin as blood lines the walls and body bags for each member is placed on the floor…Sheryl frowns in rage her face going red as Hammond slowly retreat’s ! Remix grabs Trina in a supportive hug turning her from the mess in the locker room, the red writing reading “The Coven shall gain there Vengeance” the camera then fades to another scene backstage.)


Also Backstage

(The scene opens in a dark room, a small amount of light shining through just enough to let people see the bloody and battered Conrad Gray sitting tied to a wooden chair in the centre of the falling light, he has one of Gina’s old scarves tied around his mouth and a blind fold over his eyes…The fans are watching on in shock now as AWOL to the boos of the fans walks into shot around the back of the chair Conrad sits on leaning down to his ear and whispering loud enough for the camera to hear…)

AWOL:
It is the night Conrad, the night I give you back in return for that I wish for the most…It is time I return you to the horde you call the High Rollers but not before they accept my clauses for your return…Did you hear them Conrad? Did you hear the voice of AWOL crying out for me to do the right thing??? NO OF COURSE YOU DIDN’T!!! But he is confused, poisoned by the likes of you and your sister, poisoned by those people you call fans, to win by doing things correctly… Why? When doing the right thing in the wrong way is so much more effective?

(Conrad begins crying his fear simply growing as AWOL laughs briefly at his muffled cries for forgiveness.)

AWOL:
Oh Conrad…Feel forgiven… I haven’t killed you and have no intention to, instead I simply plan to use you to my bargaining ability, you see last week I had your wife finished and myself and Daemon Frost would have got our revenge and done it the right way, maybe if we had this would never have happened this would never of had to happen, but there is a man who can be blamed…There is a man who can be made responsible for the change in me…No, No, not a change, more a side of me, a side of me that has been desperate to appear a side of me that no longer needs Gina, The Holy War, or even The Alliance….That man is Lethal Weapon, Conrad…He is to blame for this, he cost me my chance at real revenge on the owner of this company and I intend to do what so many other have tried…And at Nuclear Warfare…I end the legacy of Lethal Weapon once…And for all!

(AWOL smiles sadistically as the fearful Conrad cries further his groans of pain and fear muffled by the scarf of Gina’s it slowly pan’s out and fades as the scenes go back to the ring.)


Back In the Arena

Employment match
Hunter Vs X Vs Phantom

Jerry Walters:
What the hell does AWOL mean terms? He had no terms when he promised to give Conrad back! This is not his word, nor his damn promise Tim, AWOL is changing the rules and he knows he has the bosses’ brother, he has her on the back foot.

Tim May:
What is going to happen when he gives Conrad back though? She won’t be on the back foot anymore Jerry and we all know what happened to last few people that tested Sheryl, look at Cell Block for example.

Jerry Walters:
That’s right, last month we saw Weapon and CB and Cell ended up dying from his injuries, now we are seeing AWOL and Weapon on the verge except this time the level of talent between the men is a lot closer and AWOL may be able to do what the other couldn’t.

Tim May:
Well Conrad and Sheryl are my bosses and I hope to god AWOL gets his ass kicked I don’t care if its here tonight by Sean Johnson and Too Magnificent or if its next week or even at Nuclear Warfare, I just want to see the man burn!

Jerry Walters:
AWOL has cut his ties and seems to be going it alone although he has not left the Holy war as of yet, he hasn’t said anything? But we heard just now Gina is not ‘needed’ anymore and the woman who has stood by him through thick and thin seems to be pushed aside! AWOL has actually gone mad ladies and gentleman!

("SCUM OF THE EARTH COME ON!" Rob Zombie's "Scum of the Earth" blasts over the arena PA, the lights dim, X walks out onto the stage, looking somewhat downtrodden.)

Jerry:
X looking somewhat confused as he comes to the ring.

Tim:
Yeah, I bet he feels lost without all the flashy effects and rising throne. Who does he think he is the Cryptkeeper?

Jerry:
I wonder why he's lacking pyro tonight, Tim.

Tim:
It's because two of these guys get their walking papers tonight, the company isn't going to waste it's dime on three people who may not even be here in the morning.

Jerry:
The poor guy, they didn't even turn out the lights all the wa.... HEY!

(Someone in a black cloak climbs over the crowd barrier near the commentary box and walks over to the commentators as X reaches the ring and climbs in.)

Tim:
Young lady you can't be.... oh.

(The young lady pulls back her hood, and it's none other then ULW World Champion, Hellkat. She sits beside Tim and watches as X looks back up the ramp preparing for his match to fight for his career.)

Jerry:
Hellkat! What are you doing out here?

Hellkat:
Hiding.

Tim:
Bright idea, hiding right in front of tens of thousands of people.

Hellkat:
I think Xavier and his friends are looking for me backstage, so I'm gonna sit out here for a bit, if that's ok?

Jerry:
Fine by me. You can take Tim's spot on commentary.

Tim:
Yeah right! No one can take MY spot. I'm irreplaceable. You only WISH you could get rid of me.

Jerry:
Why yes, yes I do!

(Hellkat sits down and puts on a spare headset.)

("TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!" shouts Lemmy Kilmeister, lead singer of Motorhead as "The Game" blares over the arena sound system. Hunter walks out, with his water bottle as usual.)

Jerry:
Well there goes your theory, Tim. Hunter has his full entrance.

Tim:
He doesn't have the flashing lights.

(Hunter opens the bottle, takes a drink, and pours some on himself.)

Jerry:
Well he has his water bottle.

Tim:
Which he probably stole from the catering table!

Hellkat:
Is he taking a shower?

(The two announcers look at Hellkat.)

Hellkat:
'Cause you know he's pouring water all over himself and... I'll shut up. Sorry.

("I'm picking you outta me, you run away. I.... stand alone...." Godsmack's "I Stand Alone" plays as Phantom makes his way out, wearing a broad brimmed hat and long coat. The arena lights dim a bit late.)

Tim:
Hey Jerry, they even have the interns working the lights for this match.

Jerry:
Stop it, that could have been a timing mistake.

Tim:
Yeah, and it could be amateurs working the lights.

(Phantom walks down the ring looking as confused as the others as his full entrance isn’t played, he rolls in the ring and hands the announcer outside the ring his attire before turning back to Hunter and X preparing for his match. All three men are in the ring now, the cage slowly lowers, all three men looking up at the vicious structure.)

Hellkat:
That cage looks mean.

Jerry:
That it does. The whole thing is designed to hurt. You have to climb up the barbed wire lined sides to one of those poles, and either crawl, or hand over hand it, to the middle to grab that slip.

Tim:
Yeah, not only is ULW sending them out on their asses, but they're going to make sure that whatever federation picks them up, won't have much left to utilize.

Jerry:
That isn't....

Tim:
Sure it is.

Hellkat:
So you have to climb up the cage, climb out on those pokey poles, and grabs the piece of paper?

Jerry:
Yes.

Hellkat:
Doesn't that hurt real bad?

Tim:
That's the whole point.

(The bell rings and the match is underway. Phantom paces back and forth, eyes darting between his two opponent’s, X is crouched over looking back and forth between Hunter and Phantom. Hunter is smirking and chewing on a piece of gum.
Phantom fakes going for Hunter, but instead charges at X, but X dodges and runs the opposite way Phantom bounces off the ropes. X with a leap frog. Both bounce off the rope, X tries it again and is taken down with a spinebuster.)

Hellkat:
Hunter's just standing there.

Tim:
Yeah, that's the smart thing to do, let X and Phantom beat the hell out of each other and pick up the pieces.

(Hunter starts edging for the door as Phantom lays in some punches to X. Hunter kick’s the door open, even the handle is wrapped in barbed wire, and jumps to the outside.)

Jerry:
You don't win this match by getting out of the cage, what's Hunter got in mind?

(Hunter pulls up the ring apron and pulls a trash can out from under it, he throw’s it in through the open door. He does the same with a few chairs and a table. Meanwhile Phantom has X in the corner and is laying into him with a flurry of punches. Phantom whips X to the other corner and charges in, but X counters with a drop toehold sending Phantom face first into the bottom turnbuckle. Hunter re-enters the ring with something else he found under the square circle.)

Jerry:
There's Hunter with his old pal Sledgy.

Hellkat:
Sledgy, that's cute.

(X turns, only to get smacked right in the gut by Hunter. Hunter thwacks X across the back with the handle.)

Hellkat:
I don't think that's how you're supposed to use a sledgehammer. Usually when I swing it I make sure to hit somebody with the heavy part.

Tim:
I don't think Hunter's bright enough to find the heavy end.

(Hunter takes a swing at Phantom, who ducks the sledgehammer causing it to catch the ring rope and bounces back into Hunter's face. Phantom grabs him and hits a quick Hangman's Neckbreaker. Hunter staggers up, Phantom is signaling for a chokeslam. He grabs Hunter by the throat. X is back up, and Phantom grabs him by the throat. He attempts to lift both men up, but he's clubbed down by both men.)

Hellkat:
Aren't you supposed to do that to two guys who are smaller then you?

Tim:
Yeah, that’s the way it usually works.

Hellkat:
Maybe Phantom is smaller then he thinks he is.

(Hunter turns to X, and tries to grab him, X dodges and nails Hunter with a dropkick that sends him into the ropes, X grabs him and brings him over with a low German Suplex, held with a bridge, Phantom comes off the ropes and nails the folded up Hunter across the neck with a leg drop. Phantom now puts the boots to Hunter.)

Hellkat:
Is Hunter pregnant do you think?

Jerry and Tim:
WHAT?!

Hellkat:
He's getting fat so I thought maybe...

Tim:
Yeah, he does like he's trying to get the lead roll in Junior II.

Hellkat:
That movie was cute. Danny DiVito looks like a benign goblin.

Jerry:
What?

Hellkat:
Yeesh, doesn't anyone believe in goblins anymore?

(As Phantom slaps a dragon sleeper on Hunter, X becomes the first man to scale the cage. He jumps up onto the middle rope and begins to climb the cage, hurting his hands in the process. He gets a little way out onto the middle bar before Phantom grabs him, ready for a powerbomb, but X counters into a Frankensteiner!
X goes over to the corner and grabs a chair, he stops to crack Hunter across the back with it. Phantom is back up, X takes the chair and dropkicks it into Phantom's face.)

Jerry:
The agility of X coming into play here.

Tim:
And that chair.

Hellkat:
X jumps pretty high.

(X looks down at the grimacing Hunter and shrugs. X pulls Phantom back to his feet and hits a DDT onto the chair. He looks up at the prize on the middle pole, he looks around the ring and grabs the table. He sets it up in the middle of the ring.)

Hellkat:
He's going for the contract, and he's not doing it right! Meanie!

Tim:
He's what?

Jerry:
He's standing on the table and reaching for the contract! But it's not high enough!

(X is knocked down by a thrown trash can to the gut, he falls back off the table. Hunter is back up, as is Phantom. Hunter grabs Phantom, only to be kicked in the crotch. Phantom grabs Hunter instead a suplex set up, he looks behind himself, backs up, and then suplex’s Hunter straight into the barbed wire!)

Hellkat:
Owwie.

Tim:
I think Hunter is saying words a lot worse then 'owwie.'

(Phantom pulls Hunter out from under the ropes and lifts him up, whipping him into the corner. X comes charging in, Phantom lifts his boot and nearly takes Hunters head off. A Superkick from X out of nowhere suddenly takes Phantom down. X grabs the chair in the middle of the ring and throws it on the table, he looks from Hunter, to the table, then pulls the table closer to the turnbuckle).

Hellkat:
Yay! Hunter's gonna go through the table! This match looks like fun, d'ya think I can be in one of these?

Tim:
If you slack off and annoy Sheryl, sure.

Hellkat:
(Dejected) Aww, I don't wanna annoy Sheryl, but it really does look like fun.

(X rubs Hunter's face in the barbed wire of the cage, then hitting him with a snap suplex. He grabs another chair and executes a leg drop on it, on top of Hunter. Hunter is picked up, whipped into the corner and hit with a Whisper in the Wind style kick. X shoves Hunter up onto the top rope. He climbs up after, he checks the table, jump, hooks Hunter's head with his legs and....)

Jerry:
Phantom is up! And he just countered the top rope hurricanrana, WHY?!

(Is punched in the stomach. Phantom hooks X's head, and grabs him by the tights, with his legs still around Hunter's head it looks like sort of a reverse suplex. Phantom falls back, pulling X with him, which flips Hunter off the top rope in a hurricanrana RIGHT ONTO THE TABLE! X lands face first on the chair he just used on Hunter!)

Hellkat:
That's awesome!

(The crowd begins a holy shit chant.)

Jerry:
I've never seen anything like that.

Hellkat:
Then ya need to get out more.

(Hunter is picked up by Phantom and thrown head first into the steel cage. Phantom looks down at the carnage he's created, smiles, and begins to climb the cage. He slowly climbs hand over hand up the razor wire side of the cage, and out onto the middle pole.. X staggers to his feet and quickly jumps to the top rope, flying off he knocks Phantom off the pole, and right into the side of the cage with a big missile dropkick. But rather then being hurt Phantom looks pissed, he whips X into the ropes and catches him with a boot to the face.)

Jerry:
A big boot from Phantom.

Tim:
A Big ABOOOOOOOOT you mean, he's Canadian after all.

Hellkat:
(giggles) That's funny!

(Phantom grabs Hunter, who is halfway up to his feet after being put through a table. He lifts him up, INSOMNIA! Tombstone Piledriver to Hunter! X is up on the top rope, he leaps, Phantom dodges another attempt at a missile dropkick, but X adjusts in the air to hit a double knee drop on Hunter!)

Jerry:
Dear lord! Hunter just got hit with the finishing maneuvers of both these men.

Hellkat:
He looks dead.

Tim:
He very well might be.

Hellkat:
Dead and bloated.

(Phantom picks up Hunter and throws him into the door of the cage, the cage door swings open and Hunter falls limply to the ground. Slowly Phantom turns to X, Phantom makes a throat cutting motion. He runs at X, who counters with a drop toe hold, X jumps over into a headlock, Phantom shoves him off, both men on their feet, X applies a headlock and is thrown into the ropes. X ducks a Phantom clothesline, he ducks another. Phantom grabs him as he goes by and whips him into the ropes the other way, he ducks for a back body drop, but X sees it coming and hits a tornado DDT on Phantom! No! Phantom counters into a Northern Lights Suplex!)

Tim:
They're both really getting into now that the dead weight known as Hunter has been thrown out of the cage.

Hellkat:
That's a lot of dead weight.

(Phantom looks down at X, then turns to the cage and begins climbing once more, wincing as he hurts his hand even more. He climbs the cage, out onto the center pole.)

Jerry:
He's going for it! Phantom is going for it!

(X pulls himself up using the ropes, he looks at Phantom, who is coming closer to the contract. X grabs the trash can and set it up in the middle of the ring. He gets a running start, jumps up onto it, and jumps grabbing the pole knocking Phantom right of it before falling himself but Phantom in desperation grabs the poll and holds on!! But X grabs Phantom and pulls himself up Phantom's body and onto the pole! X grabs the pole with one hand, wrapping his legs around Phantom's torso!)

Hellkat:
Hey! This is like American Gladiators.

Jerry:
Gladitory it very well is, look at the blood flowing down the arms of these two men!

(X is now punching Phantom in the face. Phantom can't block and he can't fight back. He holds on for as long as he can but it's not good enough! He falls, right onto the trash can! X pulls himself up and wraps his legs around the pole, pulling himself up. He reaches for the contract, and he grabs it! X HAS WON! X HAS KEPT HIS CONTRACT IN THE ULW!!!)

Jerry Walters:
IT’S OVER! X HAS KEPT HIS CONTRACT IN THE ULW AND WHAT A WAY TO DO IT!

Tim May:
Big Deal Jerry…Bring on Isis Vs Slayer, I wanna see the High Rollers Queen in action!

(Hellkat gets up from her position and pats Tim on the back smiling before placing the hood over her head and cautiously running off into the crowd. Meanwhile the cage is being lifted again and X is seen on his knees the slip in his hand, but an angry Phantom gets back to his feet and slams a boot into the face of the dark X causing the boo to erupt from the fans. Phantom lifts X back up and grabs him by the throat…CHOKESLAM RIGHT ON THE METAL CHAIR!!!! He makes a throat cut taunt then picks X up again…INSOMNIA RIGHT ON THE CHAIR (Tombstone)!! He gets to his feet and looks around at the booing fans before leaving the ring his music playing again as the scene goes back to the announcer’s desk and a shocked looking Jerry Walters next to the smiling Tim May.)

Jerry Walters:
What a sore loser Tim, he lost to the more intelligent X and the dark one himself actually had this match won fair and square and Phantom was left waiting. He just fought his place to the top of the waiting list back into the ULW all X done was delay it a while and instead gave himself the chance to compete here first instead!

Tim May:

That’s the point Jerry, X beat him for a place in the federation NOW, Phantom maybe waiting months to get a place here, I mean this is a man that might have a family a wife, kids…

Jerry Walters:
He is a gothic Tim, who spends all his time with Tom Hammond?

Tim May:
He does? God damn, fair enough, then the better man won!

Jerry Walters:
Where did Hellkat go?

Tim May:
Wow! She really is sneaky and hiding!


Backstage

(The fans cheer loudly as they watch from there seats as a smiling Orlando Cruze stands in waiting, he is with smartly dressed reporter Tom Hammond who waits for his cue then speaks.)

Tom:
Orlando we are here, we are at Retribution finally in Newcastle, England and although you don’t have a singles match here, you will be competing in the main event tonight against a number of huge stars, how are the nerves coping?

(Orlando smiles.)

Orlando:
The nerves are good, I am use to fighting in front of the great fans now and the competition as usual is likely to be top of the draw, but I am going out there and I am going out there to win, my wife has been in hospital and tonight this one will be for her.

Tom:
What about your wife how is the situation?

Orlando:
She is coping, I mean she is very supportive of my efforts and she loves the fact I have been given this chance tonight and believe me had I not come, there is no doubt in my mind the guys and girl in that ring tonight would be the least of my worries, but its great she can sit back and watch me and I know she is safe and sound watching as I go out there to win the world heavyweight titl-

(Suddenly he stops his face suddenly becoming serious and angry. Sean Johnson walks into shot a smile on his face and a cocky expression imprinted all over his body language.)

Johnson:
Firstly Orlando, get those thoughts out of your head, you are not winning this battle royal, you are not going on to be the top name in this industry, I am the former International champion of the ULW you punk bitch, I am the next world champion of the company and the likes of you are not going to stop me, not even when its for your darling wife!

Orlando:
Son of a bitch don’t you dare mention my wife again!

(Both men go face to face shouting abuse at each other when suddenly from behind Falcifier appears! He clotheslines Orlando to the floor and begins stomping down on him, Johnson helps him and the two men begin to forcefully lay in to Orlando who is helpless, suddenly Falcifier looks up and informs Johnson who with him runs off with laughter as Nathan Creed appears in the shot, he looks angry at the attack and kneels down beside Orlando as the scene goes elsewhere.)


Also Backstage

(Phantom smashes the door open and shouts out loud in anger before throwing some bags around the changing room, some of the younger rookies apprentices of certain wrestlers look shocked and leave the room avoiding being in contact with Phantom, suddenly the door opens and the fans go wild as a familiar smiling face walks in, Phantom turns to see who it is and Stevie James still on crutches hobbles in. Phantom looks shocked at first but then remembers his termination and begins stuffing his stuff back into a bag.)

Stevie James:
Are you going to listen to me? Or are you going to assume the worst all the time?

(Phantom stops and looks back at the injured lightweight Stevie James.)

Phantom:
What do you know about the worst?

Stevie James:
How about being chronically injured by Cell Block after being thrown off a stage, my back near on broken, then only a week from recovery after the doctors done major surgery on me, I was thrown 120ft from the top of the stage set and through metal brackets in the rampway leaving me nearly dead. A fall most would be finished from, how about only a month later coming back to the industry that nearly killed me still battered, bruised, hurt and unsure of my wrestling career and becoming the new made co-GM alongside Shane Leonard! I went through hell, but you can be damn certain Phantom, I got right back up!

(Phantom stops and realizes he is wrong, he nods and then looks back at Stevie.)

Phantom:
Ok…I’m listening?

Stevie:
Good…It seems out there you proved something, you showed a lot of guts and a lot of heart fighting like you did, you lost but you gave it everything and my first act as new GM…Is to offer you your job back full time on the ULW roster…Welcome Home Phantom!

(Phantom can’t believe it! He smiles wide and coughs in astonishment as Stevie turns to leave the room, he stops at the door and turns back)

Stevie:
Oh and one more thing…At Nuclear Warfare…It’s going to be you and X one on one for the number one contendership of the Television title…Have a good night.

(Stevie leaves the room and heads off on his crutches as Phantom stares in shock, he smiles even wider as the cameras go back to the arena.)


Back In The Arena

Jerry Walters:
Oh my god! Can you believe it! Can you believe it! Stevie ‘Heartbreaker’ James is back! He might not be 100% but my god he is back, its great to see a man of such talent back in this business and this truly is a business he loves so much, man its great to have him back in the ULW!

Tim May:
And he is in the GM!

Jerry Walters:
That he is and regardless of the respect and happiness I have for him and his return to the business, I do have to question his first order of business, Phantoms return. After his actions on X after the match, I am not sure he deserved it!

Tim May:
He only took out his frustrations on the man tat could have wrecked his life, any man would do the same! But what about his second order Jerry? Phantom Vs X at Nuclear Warfare!?!

Jerry Walters:
Could be a show stealer no doubt about it! But the amazing thing is, look at the matches already booked for the Pay Per View, Hellkat Vs the winner of the battle royal, Hell In a Cell to unify the titles. The Hardcore title will be defended the rules yet to be stated by Shane Leonard. The tag team titles will also be defended, Coven Vs The winner of the G-Nation, Phillip Arceneaux match in an elimination tag team match!

Tim May:
What an event Jerry!

Jerry Walters:
Only a month away and every match booked is already a main event match without a doubt and it gets better, the first week on the road to it at Madison Square Garden we have an 8 man elimination tag match, both world, hardcore and tag champions involved, Weapon and Xavier Vs Daemon Frost and AWOL I just got word has been booked by Stevie James, we also have the European – TV title unification match between Isis and whoever wins out of Killjoy and Synclaire!

Tim May:
Oh man this is huge! Nuclear warfare is one of the largest ULW Pay Per Views and has the makings of maybe the best Pay Per View yet and with tonight and Paranoia to contend with, oh wow! They even have the Hall of Fame awards happening! Tom Hammond said so on Livewire news, so it has to be true! They are finally going to appreciate my efforts!


Breckin Brooks Vs Celestra

(The picture of two empty chairs in the front row of the arena are shown as the sound of Jerry Walters and Tim May can again be heard.)

Jerry Walters:
Nuclear warfare is going to be a hell of an event but don’t forget Tim, tonight right here, those seats will be filled by none other then Lethal Weapon, the returning Lethal Weapon who last week speared down Daemon Frost and he is not here yet, but you can be damn sure he will be here for the match between AWOL and HellRazor Vs Sean Johnson and Too Magnificent.

Tim May:
Oh no doubt! No doubt at all! But will AWOL have Conrad with him?

Jerry Walters:
It’s a good question, but I have no idea Tim, he said he would hand Conrad over tonight, but he didn’t say when or how! But regardless of what happens, you have to ask the question I think…Will Weapon do more then just watch?

Tim May:
I hope not! I really hope not! What a let down that would be!

(We cut back to the Main Arena, Millions of screaming fans are doing what millions of screaming do best. Screaming and dancing to various tunes when "Bright Young Things" by Manson suddenly pumps through the system.
A wave of silence hits the arena and the heads of every fan in the entire stadium slowly turns to watch the stage.

"We'll be the worms in your apple pie.
Fake abuse for our biles blacken our own eyes.
Grass isn't greener on the other side
We'll set it on fire, and we have no reason why

We Set fashion, not follow
Spit Vitrial, not swallow
We Set fashion, not follow
Spit Vitrial, not swallow

Good at nothing but being everything that's bad, bad, bad
Good for nothing but being everything that's bad.

We know who we are and what we wanna say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things"

Pyrotechnics flash upwards at the top of the ramp and Celestra is seen standing there, long, wavy red hair flowing down over her shoulder, a tight fitting corset and PVC miniskirt leaves little for the imagination and thigh high heeled black boots look as if they are spray-painted on. A cruel smile slowly makes its way across her face as she takes in the audience and slowly struts down the ramp to the ring. The look of pure adoration on the testosterone-filled male audience members is astonishing.
Celestra stops and regards the meter and a half step up to the top of the ring, jumps, places her hands on the mat at the edge of the ring and promptly flips up and over, landing catlike on her feet inside the ring.
Picks up the microphone from the mat and switches it on.

"Well, hello there boys.")

Walters:
Celestra is in the ring and we’re almost ready for our next match up. This one’s going to give these two ULW new comers a chance to put their talents on stage for the crowd to see.

May:
That mini-skirt’s the best talent I can see on Celestra right now. Man, if she bends over any more than that we’re all gonna get a great look at her…assets?

Walters:
You’re incorrigible.

(The lights fade. Huge jets of pyro hit the stage as the opening chords to 'Highway to Hell' by AC/DC blast out over the PA system. And the following appears on the video-screen. )

'ROOKIE OF THE YEAR'

BRECKIN BROOKS

(The words fade as a young, arrogant Breckin Brooks walks out from behind the curtain and struts down the aisle, a booing-crowd starts to increase the vocals to chants of 'Jackass' as Breckin slides under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle, staring into the ring, sizing up Celestra who is busily looking bored and uninterested. )

Walters:
Both of these competitors favor a more high flying style over technical mat wrestling. We could have a pretty fast paced match here.

May:
Celestra could stay out there wrestling all night long for all I care.

Walters:
But I doubt you have the endurance to last that long, Tim.

May:
Ouch. I don’t usually say this, but nice one, Jerry.

(As the bell rings, the two wrestlers come to the center of the ring. Brooks drops into a crouch to try and circle around Celestra, but she just starts laughing at him and walks back to her corner. Brooks stands up, a look of puzzlement on his face as Celestra continues to laugh at him and turns her back. With a look of irritation he walks over to her, grabbing her by the shoulder and spinning her around. Celestra uses the momentum to drive a fist into the face of the Rookie, driving him backwards with the impact. She follows it up with a diving takedown, pummeling Brooks’ ribs and face with blows. Brooks finally collects himself however and plants a foot for momentum to throw her over his head to the mat. He rolls up, looking to charge in with a clothesline and take Celestra down. She is just as quickly up, however, ducking the clothesline and hitting a DDT to put him down on the mat.)

Walters:
There’s the inexperience showing there. Brooks walked right into that one.

May:
Sizzling body and a strategic mind. The perfect combination!

(Celestra goes for the cover but Brooks kicks out at one and a half. She wastes no time slapping a headlock on Brooks, trying to maintain some leverage over the slightly smaller wrestler. Brooks gets a hand under him and uses it to force them back up to a kneeling and then a standing position, and catches Celestra in the ribs with a few elbows to break the headlock and charge towards the ropes. When he comes back, however, Celestra has jumped up into the air and catches him with a huge head scissor take down! The crowd is on their feet as she runs over for another cover.)

Walters:
What agility!

(The ref drops for the count but again Brooks kicks out. Celestra locks in the hold once more, but this time Brooks is having none of it. He again forces them up to a vertical base, but this time he hooks under her arm and hits a hip toss on her, dropping her to the mat and giving him time to lock in a sleeper hold of his own! The crowd is creaming themselves at the technical display as these two exchange through several more different holds before finally ending in the two separating and staring across the ring at each other, perhaps a look of reluctant respect on the face of both. That is of course, until Celestra again starts laughing and stalks back over to her corner.)

Walters:
Complete lack of respect shown by Celestra there. Brooks is fuming!

May:
And you can just tell that he’s maybe one mistake away from losing this thing.

(Brooks is storming back and forth in the ring as Celestra continues to stand in her corner, shoulders shaking with laughter. Brooks charges, and Celestra spins around to hit him with some more punches. This time however Brooks is thinking ahead and puts on the brakes just before reaching her. As Celestra lashes out with a punch he grabs her arm, using her momentum to force her down to the mat with a hammerlock applied. Celestra screams in agony, but she’s only a foot or two away from the ropes and quickly grabs them. Brooks keeps the hold locked in until the ref counts to four before releasing it and stepping away. Celestra hops back up quickly, a look of anger on her face, and comes face to face with Brooks who is simply smiling and trash talking right back. The two exchange words before Celestra reaches up and slaps him full on the face, nearly spinning Brooks around with the momentum. Just as quickly however, he back hand slaps Celestra. There’s an almost comical look as the two stare at each other and hold their faces in pain, before the two simply charge and start exchanging a flurry of blows with each other.)

Walters:
Well so much for the technical side of this thing. It looks like this has degenerated into a straight up brawl now.

May:
Lay off of that beautiful face, Brooks!

(Brooks starts to get the upper hand in the punches and takes advantage to throw her across the ring into the ropes, she comes back swinging but Brooks leapfrogs over her. She runs into the ropes behind and he drops down to toss her with a monkey flip. Celestra rolls with the momentum and comes back fast at Brooks, who just as quickly hip tosses her to the side. He’s really rolling now as she comes back up and he lands a drop kick to knock her between the ropes and out to ringside. Celestra pulls herself upright, slapping the side of her head and talking to herself to calm down, before climbing back on to the ring apron. She feigns weakness as Breckin charges over to her, but quickly ducks down and shoulders him to the gut before sling shooting over the top rope into a sunset flip, which earns another two count. Brooks tries to stand but Celestra quickly thumbs him to the eyes and takes him down with a drop toe hold, carrying the momentum through to lock in a leg grapevine. Now it’s Brooks’ turn to cry out in pain and grab for the ropes and Celestra’s turn to hold to four and release, scooting away and getting back up to meet Brooks’ attack.)

Walters:
This thing’s been pretty even so far, with neither side really being able to get an advantage.

May:
You’ve gotta give Celestra credit though. Can you imagine being able to do those sorts of moves in heels?

Walters:
I think you’re the only one here who knows what it’s like to walk around in high heels.

(The two again come together in the center of the ring. This time Celestra is all business as she circles and looks for an opening on Brooks. Brooks dives and tries to get an amateur wrestling double leg takedown. Celestra responds by laying out and locking her hands around his midsection, tying him up and giving her a mild leverage advantage. Brooks just as quickly rolls them over onto their backs, pushing her down into a pinning predicament. At two Celestra bridges it up, so the two are at a vertical base, they spin around, looking for an angle of attack, but out of no where Celestra kicks Brooks in the gut and cinches him in for a sit out scoop slam which smashes Brooks to the mat and drives the wind out of him. Celestra hops up and walks over to one of the turnbuckles, looking to untie it and expose the bolt underneath, but the ref walks over and grabs her to put a stop to it. He tries to retie the pad, giving Celestra time to run back and put the point of her heels into Brooks’ throat and start strangling the life out of him. He flails about on the mat in pain, which draws the ref’s attention back to them and away from the pad. He runs over and administers the count, which causes her to relent and free him. The ref drops to check on Brooks to make sure he’s ok, which then gives Celestra time to run over and finish untying the pad! The bolt is exposed!)

Walters:
Why that slick little jezebel! She just exposed that turnbuckle and got a cheap shot in on Brooks in the process!

May:
I love it!

(Celestra turns around, her dirty work done, and returns to Brooks. She bends over to try and pick him up, but he responds by rolling her up. She kicks out at two, but Brooks is back up almost immediately. Celestra rolls to her feet but is met with the Beginner’s Luck (Superkick) from Brooks. He drops for the pin fall on her, but he only manages a two count on her. Looking mildly frustrated, he hops up and runs to a corner, looking to hit his finisher. He climbs to the top and leaps into the air, looking for the “Flying High” (moonsault.) Celestra gets the knees up, however, and he rolls off of her in pain. The two lay on the mat, looking to see who will recover first. It appears to be Brooks, as he uses the ropes to pull himself upright. He crouches, waiting for Celestra who has rolled to her knees. She stands up, grabbing hold of the metal turnbuckle bolt, and staggers out of the corner. Brooks goes for the Beginner’s Luck again, but this time Celestra ducks out of the way. Brooks crotches himself on the metal bolt in the corner! Celestra rolls him up for the one…two…THREE!!! Celestra wins!)

Walters:
It’s a shame the ending had to be so tainted, but Celestra wins a close one that could have gone either way.

May:
I can see a bright future for this young lady, especially if she swings by my dressing room after the show!

Walters:
Regardless of how much of a pig you are, I think Celestra and Brooks are both going to make a great splash here.


Backstage

(Magnum is seen in his changing room jumping from side to side preparing for his match ready to go, he is sweating giving off a shiny glow over his muscular body, he stops and turns as his locker room door creeks open, he looks confused as Sheryl Gray walks in, security begin checking the locker room and a confused Magnum can only stare on, she walks up to him before turning back to Security.)

Sheryl:
OH AND MAKE SURE YOU CHECK THE BATHROOM…These VIP lounges have vents in them, he could be there.

Magnum:
What’s going on? Not found your brother yet?

Sheryl:
No, thanks for the obvious concern though!

(She frowns at him as he just smiles and walks around her.)

Magnum:
So what can I help you with?

Sheryl:
I need to know if you have seen AWOL enter the arena?

Magnum:
No sorry…He must have been here early, I have been in the ring already and in the gym preparing for my match tonight. That world title is going to be mine!

Sheryl:
Well it takes a lot to be there, my husband is a former world champion and a legend in this industry and Magnum, it took a lot of hard work and patience…You are world title material no doubt about it, but don’t let yourself go…This is not going to be easy!

Magnum:
I never said it would be…But in all due respects to your husband, he is a legend and his place in the hall of fame is well deserved, but Lethal…Is Yesterdays news, he is old, I am still young, with maybe another 10 years in me maybe 20, I can do this tonight and I know this is my time…Lethal Weapon will always be someone for all of us to look up to back here, but out there, he is history that we intend to follow from. He is a target we intend to beat, a legend we try to overshadow…And tonight…I will follow in the steps of all the greats and finally achieve my greatest career accomplishment and become the ULW World Champion!

(Sheryl smiles and nods before shaking Magnums hand.)

Sheryl:
Then good luck…Now if you don’t mind I have something else I need to do, ill make sure I am able to watch the match.

(She turns and follows her waiting security from the room as Magnum stares her out of the room before jumping side to side again the match largely on his mind as the scene fades to the arena once more.)


Back in the arena

(Suddenly there a huge eruption as a smiling Lethal Weapon appears from the crowd, he is dressed in his Lethal Weapon T-shirt and designer jeans, but the biggest shocker is he has two friends with him! Riggs and Phil Styles from the CMW! He tells Security to get Styles another seat before sitting down with Riggs the two men sharing a joke before sitting and to watch the next match, the fans are going crazy and one of the men in the background of the shot with Riggs and Weapon is jumping about like a crazy ass… Styles sits down and enjoys the atmosphere with Lethal and Riggs before pointing to a skybox obviously not happy he is sitting with the fans on an uncomfortable folding chair, Weapon and Riggs shake the suggestion off and turn back to the ring.)

Jerry Walters:
That’s the CMW owner Tim! Phil Styles! We have heard a lot about the relationship between Sheryl and Styles in recent weeks over our news channels, but maybe this is the biggest evidence yet that there relationship is a good one!

Tim May:
Really, Sheryl and Styles?? That says it all that people can change! But it could also man keep your friends close…And your enemies closer! We know what Sheryl is like and I have seen what Styles can be like, maybe this relationship is not all what there making it out to be.

Jerry Walters:
Quite possibly, now you heard the cheers and the chants, Weapon is here and he has Styles and Riggs with him from CMW, but the next match is AWOL and HellRazor Vs Sean Johnson and Too Magnificent and I just can’t help but wonder whether Lethal is going to be involved in this match or not?

Tim May:
Like I said, if he doesn’t then what a let down!


AWOL & HellRazor Vs Too Magnificent & Sean Johnson

(The arena goes dark as Slipknot's "People = Shit" begins to play. Red lights flash throughout the arena as it kicks into the heavy riff. Pyro blasts shoot off to the music before a wall off pyro blasts down from the roof. HellRazor emerges from behind the curtain and steps out onto the stage. He looks around the crowd and poses in a crucifix position before walking down the long ramp and to the ring apron he climbs up and enters through the ropes before listening as the cheers from the fans challenge the loud intensity of the music.)

Jerry Walters:
The debut of HellRazor today folks and what a place to stage your first ULW match against the likes of Johnson and Livewire Champion Too Magnificent and at one of the biggest stages of them all, ULW Retribution!

Tim May:
Yeah, it is a great event to be apart off, but does he really deserve it? I mean look at the wrestlers who could have been here, Derek Steel? Falcifier? Hell even Psycho is off the card!

Jerry Walters:
True they are great members of the roster but HellRazor has shown some promise and I have to admit I have seen this guy in training he has a great style and for a 6ft 8” man he is makes his power moves very hard hitting and effective, he could mean trouble for the big hitters in the federation Tim!

(Suddenly all the lights in the arena go dark and a single spotlight shines up to the stage. Some mellow acoustic chords begin to play as the crowd boos wildly in anger and rage at the psychotic people are referring him as now, the man named AWOL. Sulley from Godsmack begins to sing "It's safe to say, you’re never alive, a big part of you has died, and by the way, I hope you're satisfied...." The curtains are ripped open at the next instant as mushroom cloud shaped pyro’s explode on the corners of the stage. The Biggest, Craziest Bastard in ULW comes storming out of the back as the heavy metal version of "Awake" roars out of the speakers. AWOL stomps to the ring, ignoring the crowd reaction, and hops up to the ring apron. He climbs into the ring and starts stretching on the ropes, glaring around at all the fans in the arena and waiting for his opponents before turning to HellRazor and smiling, his partner has some words for him, but they go unheard by AWOL as he then turns to Lethal and Co in the front row, the three men staring directly back at AWOL.)

Jerry Walter:
Can you feel the tension, the atmosphere growing violent already, AWOL and Weapon are only a few feet from each other and the explosion between these two men seems likely to burst at any moment.

Tim May:
GO ON WEAPON! Jump over now! Get him!

Jerry Walters:
Firstly I don’t think he can here you, secondly I don’t think he would listen to you and thirdly I think you better shut up before AWOL again beats you up and you remember last time!

Tim May:
Shut up!

(Suddenly as Sean's music hits, simultaneously a huge blast in the form of a square around the Titantron blasts off, as 2 big blasts come flying to the stage from the rafters followed by a red blast, on each side...As Sean comes out four silver flames shoot up from the rampway area and the medieval set behind Johnson is alight with Pyrotechnics, he walks down the ramp taking a lot of heat from the fans who boo him louder and louder he stares in the ring, HellRazor is just watching his every movement, by AWOL is locked onto Lethal, who in turn stares right back at him.)

Jerry Walters:
Here comes Johnson and we have already seen this man already, his attack on Battle Royal favorite Orlando Cruze earlier has set off a lot of heat for Sean here. But that won’t effect him, he is on a high after being named acting GM which stopped today and after his last win at a PPV he is going to be on a huge high. That confidence might win him the match?

Tim May:
Might?? He will win, I mean this is a man that won the intercontinental title against Isis of all people, the Queen of the High Rollers, this is the man that kicked Nathan Creed around the ring and this is our only participate in the Pay 2 Play Tournament at X-net! Surely that tells you something!?!

Jerry Walters:
No…Not Really, it means that Sean’s work load is doubled and appearing here tonight and then at the P2P event at X-net is going to lower his stamina and fatigue making him a reliability…He is going to need to end this quick to remain 100% is my belief.

(With that Step it Up by Drowning Pool hits as the High Rollers symbol flashes on the screen, the fans are booing loudly as shots of Too Magnificent are shown including the one where he won the Livewire championship. The chorus hits and pyro flies around the arena from the Castle designed sets roofing, he walks out and raises his titles in the air his eyes closed and his head facing up to the air before looking back at the ring, AWOL slowly turns his gaze to the champion and smiles evilly. Mag walks down the ramp and points at AWOL demanding he gets Conrad out here, AWOL shakes his head and in anger Mag throws his titles aside and charges toward the ring as does Johnson.)

Jerry Walters:
OH! This is going to kick off quick! Magnificent is demanding Conrad back!

Tim May:
But AWOL is shaking his head and Magnificent is furious Jerry, look, he even threw his beloved Livewire title aside, now its going to need double shining!

Jerry Walters:
Double shining? Doesn’t he shine it enough?

(Mag slides under the bottom rope as does Johnson and all four men are in a fist fight Mag is going right for right with the larger AWOL while Johnson and HellRazor go at it, but quickly AWOL and HellRazor take charge there strength over powering. HellRazor hits Johnson with a big standing clothesline knocking the former Intercontinental Champion to the floor hard, Johnson rolls out of the ring and HellRazor walks over to the corner where AWOL is stomping away on Magnificent, suddenly HellRazor lashes into Mag as well, but AWOL turns and pushes HellRazor away, the two men start sharing words, but Mag jumps up onto the middle turnbuckle and whistles, the two men turn to face him and the 6ft 4” Mag jumps off knocking both men down with a big double clothesline! HellRazor rolls out of the ring and AWOL and Mag both get back up, but Mag kicks AWOL in the stomach causing him to bend a little bit, he fires an uppercut to the jaw of AWOL and knocks him back upright and into the ropes, the Livewire Champion grabs AWOL by the arm and tries to throw him across the ring but AWOL counters and throws Mag instead, he bounces back and AWOL goes for a clothesline with force but Mag ducks and the ferocity of the attmpet causes AWOL to stumble forward, he turns not settled on his feet and is hit with a huge forearm to the head that knocks him to the canvas!)

Jerry Walters:
Mag has a huge advantage on AWOL here, he is giving the former world champion a real fight here and AWOL is off his feet again early in this match!

Tim May:
This is what we like to see Jerry!

Jerry Walters:
It certainly is!

(Mag begins stomping on AWOL’s chest keeping the big man down, he jumps in the air and drops a leg across the big mans throat and quickly hooks his leg for the cover!
1…
2…
NO! AWOL lifts Magnificent right off him and off the mat throwing him behind his laying position showing amazing power. Mag looks up in shock and gets back to his feet quickly, AWOL rises to a sitting position but Mag trying to stop him getting up begins stomping at his head, but AWOL jut takes each blow and then rises to one knee, Mag in desperation begins throwing a mixture of kicks and punches trying to stop AWOL getting up but AWOL in a fury lunges to his feet clotheslining Mag hard to the mat, The Livewire champion gets back up but is charged by the big man, but Mag ducks down and back body drops AWOL over the ropes and to the outside, but AWOL lands on his feet and just more angry looks back in the ring at Mag! Magnificent is unsure what to do but steps back as AWOL slides under the bottom rope coming back in the ring he charges AWOL and slams boot after boot into the former World Champs back but AWOL again rises to one knee, Mag runs across the ring looking to gain some momentum but as he runs back at AWOL the biggest bastard in the ULW steps upright and slaps his wrist around the throat of Magnificent before lifting him high in the air, CHOKESLAM!
He covers,
1…
2…
NO, Sean Johnson breaks the pin and walks back to his corner.)

Jerry Walters:
Good break by Sean, I could swear it would have been all over there.

Tim May:
This is a High Roller Jerry and the Livewire Champion, have some faith would you!?!

Jerry Walters:
I’d like to but AWOL looks possessed out there.

(AWOL sits up unconcerned of Johnson’s attack and grabs Mag by the head forcefully lifting him to his feet, he picks him up and charges him toward the corner before throwing him with there built momentum face first right into the turnbuckle, the force knocks Mag back out in a daze AWOL lifts him into a reverse suplex and holds him high in the air before dropping him face and stomach first into the canvas! He stands up but sees Johnson enter the ring, Sean runs at him but AWOL counters lifting Sean with one hand and dropping him back first to the mat like he was nothing!
Mag is back on his hands and knees and is trying to crawl away from AWOL, but the big man grabs his leg and wraps it around his neck before lifting Mag and locking in a Boston crab type move except he has Mag’s leg around his neck and steps across the middle of his back! Magnificent is in agony and is about to tap out but Johnson is quickly back up and slams a forearm into the back of AWOL causing him to let go of the move. AWOL turns but is caught with a sharp right hand from the former International champion and another, he knocks AWOL back into the ropes and steps back putting his weight into trying to throw AWOL across the ring but the former World Champ grabs the top rope and holds himself there. Johnson slams another right hand to AWOL’s fac ehtne tries it again but again AWOL holds the ropes, then with force tugs Johnson toward him and hits a huge clothesline spinning Johnson in mid-air before knocking him onto his back!)

Jerry Walters:
MY GOD! AWOL is so destructive! What the hell happened to the old AWOL!

Tim May:
Seems he blames Weapon for changing him! And this is the monster inside he has been talking about!

Jerry Walters:
The monster? This is more then a monster!

(AWOL roars before calling for the daisy cutter as Magnificent gets back up but from behind HellRazor slaps his hand on AWOL’s back and tags himself in to a huge cheer from the fans! AWOL is furious and goes to attack HellRazor but the referee bravely stops him and demands him back to his corner. He just stares at the official, but the senior referee does not move, AWOL turns and it looks like he is going to actually obey the referee, suddenly he swings hitting the official with a huge clothesline!!! He picks the motionless referee’s body up and throws him clear over the top rope and to the outside!
He turns to HellRazor who is stomping on Mag in the corner and angrily grabs his shoulder and spins him around, the two men share words again and the two 6ft plus wrestlers begin really arguing when suddenly HellRazor lashes out hitting AWOL with a big right hand and another and another, AWOL is staggered, HellRazor seems to really be having an effect on AWOL, he suddenly lifts AWOL onto his shoulder and drops him for a huge spinebuster that shakes the ring! He stands back up to the cries and cheers of the crowd and calls for his finisher!!! He stalks AWOL as the big man slowly gets back up, he turns and is lifted onto the shoulder of HellRazor THE WHEEL CHAIR EFFECT(Fireman’s carry into a Stunner)!!! HE HITS IT AND AWOL FLIES RIGHT BACK TO HIS FEET!)

Jerry Walters:
Oh HellRazor just hit his finisher on his own partner, AWOL is back on his feet the force of the blow knocking AWOL back to his vertical base!

Tim May:
Look now Magnificent is stalking him!

(HellRazor stands waiting for Mag to hit his finisher, but suddenly Sean Johnson clotheslines him right to the outside! He smiles and shouts “We don’t need your help!” before turning back to the ring and climbing to the top rope as Mag continues to Stalk AWOL who ever so slowly turns to face him in a hell of a daze Mag grabs him…MIDAS TOUCH (Neckdrop DDT)!!! HE HITS IT, HE HITS IT!!! JOHNSON FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE HURRICANE JOHNSON (Moonsault into Leg drop), HE HITS IT HIS MOVE AS WELL AND AWOL IS MOTIONLESS! MAG COVERS… He slams the mat calling for the referee to wake back up, the official does and in pain counts,
1…

2….

3.. NOOO!!! AWOL KICKED OUT!!! HE KICKED OUT!!!)

Jerry Walters:
Three Finishers in a row and AWOL survived! He kicked out and survived Johnson and Magnificent are in shock!

Tim May:
So am I!!!

(Mag looks at Johnson who shrugs and looks back at him, In anguish Mag gets to his feet and lifts AWOL up by his head before calling for another Midas Touch but AWOL runs forward lifting Mag of the mat and slamming him back first into the turnbuckle he steps away and stands up but as he turns TITANIC KICK BY JOHNSON(Superkick)!!! AWOL hits the mat hard but before Johnson can do a thing an angry HellRazor sprints across the ring and hits Sean with a Lou Phesz Press followed by a wrath of punches, he gets back up and calls Johnson to stand vertical, but he has no idea Magnificent has been handed his Magnificent belt by the announcer! Mag gets to his feet and stalks HellRazor, the debuting superstar turns and the champ swings the belt but HellRazor ducks and Mag catches Sean Johnson right in the face with it knocking him to the canvas, in shock he turns to HellRazor who kicks him in the stomach and lifts him another finisher but Mag falls down his back and stalks HellRazor who turns, MIDAS TOUCH!!!!!
HellRazor is out cold as is Sean Johnson, Mag, gets back to his feet seeing the amazing site of AWOL back on one knee, he walks at a pace to AWOL and grabs him by the head before calling for the third Midas Touch of the match but AWOL suddenly lifts him and drops him into a big Spinebuster before rising quickly back to his feet and stalking Mag…The Livewire Champion stand and AWOL lifts him across his chest before placing him on the top turnbuckle he walks to the top himself and calls for the Semper Fi Backbreaker (Top rope Backbreaker)!!!)

Jerry Walters:
Oh My god! Tim we haven’t seen this since his match against Shawn Hall in the HSW, there is no way he can do this, Magnificent will be destroyed!!!

Tim May:
Weapon do something! I can’t believe he has just watched this!

Jerry Walters:
Do you really think he is just here to scout his opponent, I can’t believe that to be true!

Tim May:
Then why isn’t he doing anything!?!

(AWOL suddenly jumps off and slams Magnificent’s back across his knee the spine of the Livewire champion bending right across the knee of AWOL in a sickening fashion, he quickly lays over Mag for the cover,
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The referee counts the pin and AWOL rises to his feet like the match had only just begun, he smiles sadistically but the cheers from the arena get amazingly loud as suddenly Phil styles jumps over the barrier and up onto the ULW apron, he starts trash talking AWOL but before AWOL can move Riggs grabs his ankles and trips him onto his face! AWOL is furious, he gets back to his feet and turns to Riggs trying to grab him from over the top rope but the CMW man just smiles!! AWOL then realizes his eyes widening, he turns but Weapon is already propped GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR! GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR, WEAPON HIT IT!!!!!!! THIS TIME AWOL WAS CAUGHT!!!!!!! Weapon gets back to his feet and jumping up to his feet through Adrenalin throws his arm across his chest and talks trash over and over to AWOL!!! Before rolling out of the ring grabbing the destroyed body of Magnificent and throwing him over his shoulder before walking back up the ramp to the sound of “I Stand Alone” By Godsmack, AWOL remains on the floor this time and rolls onto his front, his teeth grinding together as the fury in his face shows.)

Jerry Walters:
YES! YES! WEAPON HIT IT AND AWOL STAYED DOWN THAT TIME!

Tim May:
He got it Jerry! Bout time as well! But look at his face, this is far from over, you know this is far…From over!


Commercial


Backstage

(Hurse is in the back with Xavier the two men attired for there matches, he turns to Ingo as the fans watching boo, he slaps his chest and speaks.)

Hurse:
Ready big man!?! Stupid question!

Xavier:
Your taking Ingo to the ring?

Hurse:
Yeah…Why?

Xavier:
Because if he gets hurt he won’t be in my match against Daemon and Hellkat tonight?

Hurse:
Yeah he will, this Japanese dope will go anywhere we tell him to! Hell as long as he keeps getting paid American dollars instead of his Ying I mean Yang, or whatever the hell it is, he will follow us to the grave if need be!

(Xavier frowns and then smiles.)

Xavier:
Did you hear SPIDER left!?! You an Ingo beat his ass so bad, he went back to Hobo Bashing!

Hurse:
Ha! That guy is such a loser! Seriously he thought he was Extreme, he thought he could be the most hardcore guy in this fed…Ah – ah! You see I am the most extreme guy in the ULW…

Xavier:
Hurse… I hate to break this to you man, but eating pies and drinking milk is not extreme!!

Hurse:
WHAT!?! How the hell is that not extreme? Have you not seen a pint of milk downed in under a minute before? Xavier, that is more extreme then SPIDER could ever be and tonight, tonight my friend…I bring gold back home, by beating Chapel with my Extremeness and claiming the Xtreme title!

(He slaps Ingo’s chest again and smiles to Xavier before leaving the room, the camera just pans on Xavier for a second who shakes his head then looks up his hand together in prayer!)

Xavier:
God…Let tonight knock some sense into that boy!

(The scene fades and heads to another area of the backstage area.)


Also Backstage

(The scene opens in the locker room area again, this time in the corridor by the High Rollers locker room, Weapon storms down the corridor, Too Mag over his shoulder, Riggs and Styles quickly follow, he opens the door and walks in to the shock of all the High Rollers members who stand in panic and worry for the health of Mag. Weapon places him across the now empty couch and breathes heavy as an upset Sheryl Gray falls into his arms, trying desperately to hide the pain and worry for her brother, he comforts her placing his hand on the back of her head and resting her ear to his heart…Isis kneels over the hurt Too Mag, as doctors rush in, Shawn just watches on, suddenly noticing something he doesn’t like.)

Isis:
Mag…Mag wake up babe, please…Please wake up…

(There is no response.)

Shawn:
Isis you don’t need to be over him like that, come on let the medics do there job?

Isis:
SHAWN SHUT UP!

(Hall looks put back by her outburst and turns storming out of the locker room, the rest of the High Rollers just look at Isis who has no idea, she sits on the edge of the couch holding Mag’s wrists in worry as the medics try to get a response from him.)

Isis:
Mag please baby, get up…Wake up….

Sheryl:
Isis…

(The TV Champion turns to face her teacher and boss and looks worried.)

Sheryl:
I think you need to end it gently with Shawn…

(She looks confused and then looks around the room, noticing the looks off everyone around her including her tutor Lethal Weapon, she nods regretfully and begrudgingly lets go of the wrists of Mag and stands up, leaving the room slowly looking back at the unconscious Too Mag every now and again knowing he will be none the wiser of her feelings when he wakes up. Sheryl turns to G-Nation and looks worried.)

Sheryl:
This could hurt us guys…The High Rollers right now especially can’t be having in house threats…I am adding a stipulation to your match, any interference to your match will result in a firing…Shawn doesn’t know…but be prepared when he comes down to the ring, he will be sent there by my orders and no doubt Leonard will enjoy sacking him…We don’t need relationship troubles rocking the boat right now.

(They all nod and Sheryl lets out a supportive smile to all of them. Synclaire stands up and supportively puts his hand on her shoulder before leaving the room preparing for his match.)


Back In the Arena

Jerry Walters:
Shawn Hall is going to be setup here Tim! He is going to be lead into a sacking by Mrs. Gray! She is firing her own people!

Tim May:
Oh who cares! He is old, past it and yesterdays news, the guy is still half crippled from his match with AWOL! He is hardly an asset to the High Rollers success.

Jerry Walters:
That is not the point and you know it! He is earning his keep here and leaving out his dream day out and day in, he may be more a manager now, but he is still one of the best wrestling minds in the game Tim! They are just cutting him off because they don’t want the Isis – Hall saga to rise like it did and to make things worse there going to make it look like Leonard is behind his sacking!


European Title
Killjoy Vs Michael Synclaire

(The lights inside the arena dim as a "Lies" by Evanescence begins to play with a harmonious 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 various 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 mixed reaction as Killjoy makes his way towards the ramp, twin trails of fire lighting up beside him as he walks.
Killjoy stops at the edge of the ring and pulls back the hood revealing his long black dreadlocked hair. He takes the trench coat off and places it near the turnbuckles that are closest to him. He then slides into the ring and raises himself up onto his knees where he looks around without showing any emotion as the music fades out.)

Jerry Walters:
Killjoy has reached the final for the European title and he didn’t get here with ease. But tonight maybe his biggest challenge, Michael Synclaire the High Rollers Million Dollar Playboy!

Tim May:
Synclaire is more then a challenge for Killjoy he is a superior! Killjoy is wasting his time coming out here, he should be backstage

Jerry Walters:
..Alright Tim, time to find out what these 2 men are really about! This match is one of the matches I myself have been looking forward to seeing.

Tim May:
...uh…ya, that's wonderful Jerry, you've said that about every match tonight..

Jerry Walters:
No I didn’t what are you talking about?

Tim May:
Hush Jerry, the match has started!

(Synclaire and Killjoy lock up! ..Killjoy delivers a couple of uppercuts, but Synclaire pulls Killjoy down by the hair quickly stopping Killjoy from gaining the quick upper hand… He lifts Killjoy up and slams a Forearm to the back region, followed by another, and another… Killjoy arches his back a little bit in pain, Synclaire grabs him by the arm followed by an Irish Whip to the ropes, as he comes back, Synclaire goes for a clothesline but Killjoy ducks under his arm and continues through, rebounding back to Synclaire....Shoulder Block! Synclaire drops down, as he gets back up Killjoy hits the ropes again with another Shoulder Block, Synclaire again goes down. he gets up a 3rd time, as Killjoy attempts a 3rd Shoulder Block, Synclaire this time prepared for it as he holds his ground, their shoulders connect but none of them fall...Synclaire just laughs at Killjoy and tells him to do it again… Killjoy accepts his offer, and tries again...You hear the smacking of the shoulders colliding, still no budge from Synclaire... Killjoy going for it one more time… but no! He fakes it out and delivers a high-air dropkick to Synclaire's chest! Synclaire finally drops down to the canvas)

Jerry Walters:
Smart class thinking from Killjoy, I tell ya Tim, he's impressive…

Tim May:
Ya, smart ass thinking from Killjoy...

Jerry Walters:
Smart ''class'' Tim… Not 'ass'.

Tim May:
...Whatever...

(Synclaire gets to his feet but Killjoy grabs him, Killjoy Irish Whips him to the ropes, Synclaire rushes back, Killjoy hops over Synclaire......Reverse Elbow from Killjoy!! jumping in reverse, smashing his elbow right to the jaw of Synclaire.. Killjoy goes for the pin. The ref counts.
1...
2...
Kickout Synclaire not having to use much energy for that one… Killjoy kneels down with his right knee arches into Synclaire's back on the ground as Synclaire is sitting in an upright position legs out in front of him, Killjoys grabs him by the jaw, and is pulling his neck back, stretching it out, as Synclaire reaches up with his hands to try and pull the grip off, you can see his face revealing the pain...waving his arms everywhere, the fans urging him to keep quit… The ref asks him if he wants to tap… Synclaire refuses… Killjoy pulls harder… Synclaire still refusing)

Tim May:
Well, you gotta hand it to Synclaire, he's one tough SOB!

Jerry Walters:
Very much so Tim... But unfortunately, if you were Killjoy these past few weeks, you'd be dealing with the exact same ruthless aggression!

Tim May:
Why the hell are you using me as an example!?! I am a commentator and a for a reason damn it! As much as Synclaire is a High Roller, he can much rather take the pain for the team rather then me!

(The fans start booing loudly at Synclaire, as he starts sitting up, one knee at a time, struggling to get to his feet, Killjoy holding on with practically everything he's got, Synclaire manages to get to both of his feet, Killjoy turns the neck wrench into a standing head lock...Killjoy realizing Synclaire is gaining momentum delivers some cheap pops to the head of Synclaire who's secured tightly in the headlock.... But Synclaire picks Killjoy up off the ground...HUGE Back Drop!! ..Killjoy lands almost on his neck!
Synclaire slowly gets back up...heading over towards Killjoy, he picks his head up and delivers some shots to the head. *1....2.....3......4.....5.....6......7.....8....9...10! * ...he picks Killjoy up by his neck, Irish Whips him to the Corner before following it with a clothesline!! Killjoy is only able to stand up by the ropes in the corner. Synclaire hops up in front of Killjoy on the middle ropes in the corner, to add more strikes to the head.. *1...2...3....4....5.....6....7....8...9.......10! * Synclaire backs off of Killjoy as Killjoy falls straight to the mat face first.... Synclaire then flips him over onto his back, front facing up...he then proceeds to drag him towards the middle of the ring.. The High Roller then slowly climbs up on to the top rope… The fans are booing loudly at Synclaire and realize this isn’t his normal style... There is no movement as of yet from Killjoy...Synclaire taunts the fans to a reaction of more boos before leaping off.....HE MISSES!! As Killjoy quickly rolls out of harm's way, almost getting nailed by an elbow drop from Synclaire...Killjoy goes for the pin…
1....
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Kickout! Yet another kick out, almost a pinfall...Killjoy having enough of this decides to end it right about now, he then slides out of the ring, shoves the ring announcer off of his chair, and grabs it... He runs with it inside the ring, but he is stopped by the ref...The ref grabs and pulls the chair away from Killjoy, as the ref leaves the ring for a split second to return the chair to the ring announcer… Synclaire delivers a straight uppercut to Killjoy's groin!! the ref not seeing it, heads back into the ring, only witnessing Killjoy falling to the floor...Synclaire with the pin..
1........
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Kickout! Near fall… Killjoy lucky to kick out of that one)

Tim May:
Now Synclaire's a class act thinker, it's obvious who the brains of this match is!

Jerry Walters:
Yeah, that was some good strategy from Synclaire, but he really didn't have to stoop that low Tim...it hurts when that happens, it really does! European Title on the line, and it almost ended!

Tim May:
um… Call me crazy Jerry, but looking up there at the ramp… Who the hell is that?

Jerry Walters:
....Tim, that’s ISIS!!!! THE TV CHAMPION!!!

Tim May:
THE QUEEN OF THE HIGH ROLLER IS HERE JERRY!

Jerry Walters:
She will be fighting the winner of this match and I am sure Synclaire is the man she is here to help, Sheryl will be determined to keep the titles in the High Rollers.

(Killjoy pulling himself up from the floor, looking over at Isis, his anger rising, Synclaire rushes Killjoy from behind with a forearm slam to the back region… Killjoy is knocked out of the ring, and onto the mat...Synclaire begins distracting the referee, suddenly Isis and starts assaulting Killjoy on the outside, with various strikes, stomping on his midsection and punching him in the head...finally she picks Killjoy up and rolls him in the ring… Isis holds her hands up to the referee in innocence acting as if nothing ever happened… Synclaire goes for the pin.....
1.......
2......
Kickout! The million dollar playboy with almost a near-fall...Synclaire picks Killjoy up by the hair, and lifts him into the corner turnbuckle...... He sets him up, Synclaire now running to the other end of the ring… He turns back around...BODY SPLASH!! but no!! Killjoy escapes the maneuver and ducks out of harms way… Synclaire goes crashing chest first into the turnbuckle...He ends up getting stunned upon impact, resting on the turnbuckle, about to fall off to the outside, but Killjoy pulls him back into the ring, forces him to turn around... Then starts attacking him with various strikes to the body, going from midsection to the head… He's going non-stop fighting with all the energy he has left in him.)

Jerry Walters:
Well Isis has already played a big roll here, I was wrong in thinking at least for a split second that these High Rollers could actually fight alone. Now what the hell is she doing?

Tim May:
She is grabbing a chair Jerry! Isis is getting the weapons involved in this match! Man she is so intelligent!

Jerry Walters:
Tim! She is cheating! That’s not intelligence!

(Killjoy grabs Synclaire’s arm and uses his weight throwing the High Roller across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle he attempts to run in after him by Isis leans in with her free arm and trips Killjoy causing him to fall face first right on the mat! He grabs his face instantly his nose beginning to bleed, he gets to his knees and looks angrily at Isis, her eyes grow with fear before she nervously slides the chair in the ring and runs around the squared circle as Killjoy slides out and chases her, she slides in and runs across the ring jumping out the other side, the referee jumps out of the ring and stands between the two demanding Isis leave the arena, she can’t believe it!! The fans are going nuts, as Killjoy waves her goodbye, the referee is continuing to ask her to leave suddenly the cheers turn to boos as Synclaire gets to his feet, he lifts the chair and stalks Killjoy…Killjoy hears the boos and quickly turns but Synclaire swings, Killjoy moves and Synclaire slams the metal chair right against the top rope causing the chair to spring back right in his face! It knocks him backwards in a daze he turns right into the arms of Killjoy who picks him across his chest….REALITY(Fallaway slam into a Rock Bottom)!!!!HE HITS IT!!! The referee hears the impact and turns from Isis before sliding back in the ring, Killjoy hooks the leg,
1…
2…
3…
KILLJOY WINS! KILLJOY WINS!! The referee leans out the ropes taking the European title from the announcer, he walks to Killjoy who is on his knees and raises his arm before handing him the title! Killjoy smiles and looks down at his belt before getting to his feet and climbing up the turnbuckle as ‘Lies’ By Evanescence plays again he looks up the ramp at Isis and raises his belt in the air before talking trash to her!)

Jerry Walters:
This is the moment Killjoy reached gold in the ULW people and there is Isis the woman he face next week to see if he can keep it, or will Isis title run since January carry on! She is the longest title holder in the ULW thus far and what a match its going to be next week, Killjoy Vs Isis the unification match GM Leonard promised us!

Tim May:
I’m glad you say its going to be Isis! Slayer is not worth a mention…Next Week Isis and Killjoy!

Jerry Walters:
Oh don’t count Slayer out, he is the underdog in the match, but if he can pull out his best he can really test Isis and maybe even beat her!

Tim May:
You don’t sound to confident Jerry…

(Suddenly as Killjoy heads back up the ramp, Synclaire gets to his feet, but the big screen suddenly shows Synclaire’s girlfriend, suddenly cheers erupt around the arena as Serenity stands with Ms. Tiffany…She smiles as Demento walks in front of Tiffany…)

Demento:
Mr. Synclaire it seems payback is certainly a dish best served cold… A lesson your dear assistant will find out first hand if you don’t get backstage….NOW!

(Demento steps aside and Tiffany is seen laid in a body bag crying, the fans are cheering loudly there hatred for Synclaire showing, he watches in shock and jumps out of the ring before sprinting backstage and heading for the back.)


Backstage

(Synclaire is seen running through the back, he runs past the officials and the sound people with there machines in the curtained off area, he walks down some steps an into the corridors, before walking so fast he turns it into a jog and heads around a corner before reaching a part open door, he heads the scream of Tiffany and violently kicks the door open and storms in, he looks around briefly but sees nobody.)

Synclaire:
Tiff, where are they? Where are Tristan and Serenity or that freaky manager?

Tiffany: Its not just them?

Synclaire: What!?! AWOL?

Tiffany: NO! AWOL isn’t here! Get me out!

(Synclaire unzips the bag as Tiffany steps out.)

Synclaire: What is going on! All these damn gothic’s! Who is it?

(Suddenly the door closes, Synclaire turns to face but Phantom is there and grabs Synclaire around the throat before lifting him up onto his shoulder and setting him up…INSOMNIA (Tombstone) RIGHT ON THE CONCRETE!!!!!! Synclaire is out cold, Tiffany is screaming in fear as Phantom just smiles over Synclaire as Tristan, Serenity and Demento walk out from the dark…)

Demento:
Come out my children!

(The camera turns as Killjoy with his European title and Celestra walk out, the 6 of them stand over Synclaire then look at Tiffany…)

Serenity:
My dear…He will be ok… Just let him know that the Coven are no longer just 3, we doubled in size and in strength and your precious High Rollers…Will need to be more careful from now on.

(The group leave the room as the camera turns back to Tiffany who fearfully kneels over Synclaire.)


Back in the arena

Jerry Walters:
Did you see that Tim? Killjoy, Phantom and Celestra are in the Coven! They Joined the Coven! What a bad night for the High Rollers! Synclaire lost and has been hurt, Conrad is still missing, Magnificent has been badly hurt. This night really has to turn around for them Tim.

Tim May:
The High Rollers have been on a bad streak in the ULW lately and Magnificent and Synclaire just got beat down, Sheryl knows she is going to need to do something and Bullseye is next up Jerry, he can turn the tide here for the High Rollers.

Jerry Walters:
In Contrast the Coven have been having a good night Tim, not only was Phantom given his job back after losing to X, but he beat the hell out of X and Synclaire tonight, killjoy has won the European title and Celestra beat Brooks, not only that but she is in the battle royal as well tonight for the World Championship belt!

Tim May:
It won’t last Jerry! I noticed one thing though!

Jerry Walters:
What’s that?

Tim May:
This Coven team are a little unsettled with the fans! Killjoy was not exactly welcomed here, Phantom neither and Celestra was hated compared to Brooks! But Serenity and Tristan are loved by these guys…What do you think is going to happen?

Jerry Walters:
Really its quite irrelevant Tim! But if you are wondering who the fans will support I think the High Rollers are actually becoming more popular!

Tim May:
SEE! SEE! I knew the people would come round!

Jerry Walters:
You bought all this up just so I said that didn’t you?

Tim May:
Yes, Yes and Yes!

(Green pyro’s shoot up from the ramp as the arena lights fade to black. A sudden exploding sound hits and the lights come back on as "Hysteria" by Muse begins to play. Bullseye walks out from behind the black curtains and makes his way down the ramp and to the ring and hops over the rope. He takes off his long leather coat as he waits for his opponent, the Hardcore Champion Monoxide to enter the arena.)

Jerry Walters:
The Number one contender for the Hardcore title and the High Roller Bullseye who has a chance to not only turn the tide of this night in favor of the High Rollers, but also to become the new Hardcore Champion of the ULW!

Tim May:
I personally feel that Bullseye has to win here if for anything else apart from the confidence of the High Rollers after him. They lost badly last week and I think another night like last week would be the nail in the coffin for the High Rollers, Bullseye is in a must win situation.

Jerry Walters:
That maybe so, but coming out next is Monoxide, a man who has held the title since near enough when the ULW opened, I believe it may have been way back on our very first show, he has been a great champion and not only that, after defending it at Paranoia against X, he went on to win the Lightweight championship, this is a man with endless potential and when he has his game face on, I think he may be close to unstoppable.

(“Take me away” by ICP blasts the arena and Monoxide comes out to an eruption of cheers. He is wearing blue jean shorts and has his face painted up white with black painted eyes, both his Lightweight and Hardcore gold are propped over his shoulders and he stands at the top of the ramp staring down at Bullseye who seems ready.)

Jerry Walters:
Well there he is, the light and Hardcore Champion, defending his more violent divisional title tonight against a more then worthy wrestler in Bullseye. My god is this one going to be close!

Tim May:
Your not kidding this rivalry goes right back to CWF, both these men know each so well and if you were a betting man, this would be a tight one to call, but personally I think Bullseye is going to get here, he is a High Roller after all and he knows this is make or break time…

(Without any hesitation what so ever, Monoxide goes straight for Bullseye in the corner… But Bullseye is quick to counter the move, as he steps out of the way, Monoxide stops himself in the corner though, but Bullseye grabs him by the neck and tosses him in there… Leaving Monoxide trapped, he starts with some haymaker strikes to the body and head… Monoxide is fighting back as best as he can, these 2 men quickly become like 2 Shepard in an all out brawl, throwing all of their energy in to their strikes, they begin pounding on each other...the ref thinking twice about interfering or breaking it up...Suddenly Monoxide turns the tables on Bullseye as he reverses Bullseye’s strike, using it against him, he counters Bullseye in the corner, and starts striking at him even harder than he was before… Bullseye is trying to cover up but Monoxide continues the beating... After awhile of striking Monoxide lines Bullseye out of the corner and against the ropes before stepping back and hitting a thunderous clothesline the momentum taking both men over and to the outside.)

Tim May:
Monoxides had that damn title long enough! Time to pass it on damn it!

Jerry Walters:
Control yourself Tim, this match is going to get as violent as ever...in fact, that’s what their trained to do!

(Monoxide is the first to his feet, he spots Bullseye getting up, he then sends him back down with a right hand to the temple. now going under the apron looking for some handy weapons, he pulls out a table first, followed by a trash can, a trash can lid, and a kendo stick... He picks up the trash can… Bullseye stands back vertical, as Monoxide lifts the trash can up, but Bullseye with a diving elbow to the rib cage! Monoxide drops the trash can and falls straight down... Bullseye mildly dazed, gets up, takes the Trash Can that Monoxide was holding just now... He lifts it up and starts beating on Monoxide with it, specifically targeting the rib cage area... Monoxide rolls under the ring…getting away from Bullseye as best he can.)

Jerry Walters:
Where the hell is he going?

Tim May:
A better question would be, what the hell is he doing?

(Bullseye looking confused, lifts up the apron, and just as he does, he's met with a fire-extinguisher being shot off in his face by Monoxide... Bullseye's now gone temporarily blind.. Monoxide comes out from under the ring... He wraps his arms around Bullseye’s back and charges him straight backwards into the steel barrier! Bullseye forgets about his eye's as he's now got some back pain to deal with... Crying out and arching his back... Monoxide continues the attack with a vicious over hand chop to the chest!!...now turning around and grabbing the trash can lid....WHACK! Right over Bullseye's head... Bullseye slides down from the steel barrier to the floor in a dazed sitting position....WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! 3 more strikes over the head with the trash can lid... No blood just yet as Bullseye falls to the side on the mats...Monoxide slides the table inside the ring he tosses the other weapons in their as well.)

Jerry Walters:
This match could be ending rather quickly Tim… Judging by the looks of it... Monoxide in the ring setting up the table right now, Bullseye outside the ring laying unconscious it looks like... Monoxide rolls out of the ring, picking up Bullseye and sliding him in the ring, Monoxide slides in now himself... He picks Bullseye up to his feet.... Now placing him on the table...

(As Monoxide sets Bullseye on the table, he grabs the Kendo stick in attempt to strike Bullseye straight across the stomach but at the last second Bullseye rolls off the table! The kendo stick connects only with the table, merely missing Bullseye... Bullseye now flipping the table over on Monoxide, but Monoxide grabs it just in time, holding it up... Bullseye seizes the opportunity... DROPKICK! using the dropkick to the table, it connects to Monoxide sending him crashing down to the mat, on top of the trash can with the table laying directly on him.....Bullseye thinks for a couple seconds, then jumps straight on the table with Monoxide underneath taking alot of air out of Monoxide... Bullseye now exiting the ring... Looking under the far apron under the ring, he pulls out the ultimate weapon...... THE LADDER!!.... Pulling this 20ft ladder out from under the ring, he sets it up almost like a table, as it sits right on top of the apron, and the other end resting on top of the barricade)

Jerry:
Wow… That’s new, check out how Bullseye's got the ladder set-up...Tim, I really think Monoxide's title is going to change hands tonight!

Tim:
Oh god I hope so! I really hope so! If Bullseye can win this, the High Rollers can get back to doing what they do best – Winning.

Jerry:
It would put a boost of confidence back in the High Rollers camp, but they have to be careful, Bullseye has the dominance here, but if he makes one mistake, Monoxide is the champion for a reason and he will expose it without hesitation.

Tim:
Bullseye is top class Jerry, a top rate wrestler, he wont let it slip when he is so close to finishing it.

(Bullseye picks Monoxide up, he shoots him to the ropes just opposite from where the ladder is setup, probably going for a back body drop where Monoxide lands on the ladder from being thrown high over the ropes, its what it looks to be so far...Monoxide comes back at Bullseye who on the other end is leaning on the ropes in front of the ladder, Back Body Drop! No! Monoxide counters as he lands on the outside of the apron, Bullseye turns around, Monoxide grabs him… SUPLEX ONTO THE LADDER!! … Both men land straight on the ladder, Bullseye falls off, in more pain then ever, Monoxide just lay’s straight onto it, arching his back, both men felt that one, just Bullseye got the worst end.)

Tim May:
Geeze!!! That was somewhat of a Genocidal move..

Jerry Walters:
He probably learned it from "The Genocide" himself, Sean Johnson..

Tim May:
Sean Johnson? You can forget about that one Jerry… Everything Monoxide learns, he learns it from and by himself, hell if he learnt it from anyone, he took it of the King of Hardcore the Lethal Weapon or any other High Roller!

(Monoxide now gaining enough energy to step off of the ladder… He ducks underneath it, as it's position hasn’t changed... He picks Bullseye back up, and places him on the ladder, as if he was laying him on a table... Monoxide gets on the ladder himself... The fans all clearing space, not knowing what to expect.. It appears Monoxides going to attempt a suplex into the crowd… He wraps his arm around the neck of Bullseye...but Bullseye blocks it by hooking his leg against Monoxide's, Close Call!! Bullseye with a counter... DDT!!! Smashing Monoxides head directly in the steel ladder!!!)

Jerry Walters:
Oh my god! A DDT from Bullseye!

Tim May:
Ahh, looks like the first blood goes straight to Monoxide who's been busted open at the forehead…

Jerry Walters:
He's dripping blood from his head like a water fountain..

(Bullseye rolls Monoxide off the ladder, and goes for the pin… Monoxide's gotta be out… He's just gotta be...pin
1........
2......
Kickout!!! Monoxide just barely able to kick out of that one! Bullseye is outraged! He picks Monoxide up...Irish whip into the barricade, followed by a Clothesline!! Monoxide goes straight back and over into the crowd… Security comes pushing the fans back....Bullseye climbs over the barricade, he picks Monoxide up by the hair, Monoxide barely walking, as Bullseye begins dragging him backstage, up the stairs)

Jerry Walters:
Oh no! Somebody's gotta stop this! It looks like Bullseye is taking Monoxide up to the balcony! Someone help him!

Tim May:
Yeah, someone help Bullseye toss Monoxide off the balcony…

Jerry Walters:
That is entirely the opposite of what I meant Tim!

(Bullseye drops Monoxide off at the stairs leading up to the balcony, before he heads straight back to the ring, to grab the unbroken table...he pulls it out of the ring, and starts bringing it towards Monoxide...he sets it up right in front of the 15 ft. high balcony...He walks back to where Mono is starting to get up, Bullseye slams a right had into his face then begins dragging Monoxide up the stairs.... They reach the edge of the balcony, all Bullseye's gotta do is get Monoxide over the cement post and drop him 15ft onto the table... He's trying to lift him up... Monoxide now fighting back!! Just before he is dropped to his mere death! he starts brawling with Bullseye at the edge of the balcony, the referee urging them to get down... But it's now become a one or the other situation.)

Jerry Walters:
There right on the edge of the damn balcony damn it! Get them down, get them down!

Tim May:
There going right hand for right hand Jerry, this isn’t going to have a nice conclusion!

(Both men are going right hand for right hand on the edge of the balcony, neither man willing to give any ground, Monoxide goes for another right but Bullseye blocks it this time and has a shot at Monoxide and another, but Monoxide quickly comes back kicking Bullseye in the stomach so hard it knocks the wind out of his system and sends him to one knee, he grabs Bullseye by the head and goes to lift him but the High Roller was playing possum, he slams his forearm into the groin of Monoxide causing him to grab his groin, he stands up and grabs Monoxide into a DDT position before wrapping Monoxides arm over his head and lifting him for a Suplex!!!)

Jerry Walters:
NO! NO! BULLSEYE PUT HIM DOWN THIS IS TO MUCH PUT HIM DOWN!!!

Tim May:
This is what they need damn it! This is what the High Rollers need, if he hits it Jerry this one is all over and we have a new Hardcore Champion!

(Bullseye holds him for what seems like forever as the referee pleads for him to let go of Monoxide and let him down suddenly HE JUMPS OF THE SIDE OF THE 15FT BALCONY, THE I.N.M!!!!!! THE I NEVER MISS (Jackhammer)!! HE BRINGS MONOXIDE 15FT DOWN OF THE BALCONY AND THROUGH THE WAITING TABLE AT THE BOTTOM, THE WORD EXPLODING EVERYWHERE!)

Jerry Walters:
OH MY GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD! BULLSEYE JUST RISKED HIS LIFE AND MONOXIDES, BOTH MEN ARE OUT!

Tim May:
God damn! I didn’t think he would do it! What’s going on, are they moving.

(The referee looks over the edge of the balcony in shock at the two men laying on the concrete floor and the remains of the table smashed to oblivion by the fall of the two men. He runs down the steps and charges round to the position of the two men, the camera follows them, neither man is moving, the official calls for EMT’s straight away before noticing that Bullseye’s arm is over the chest off Monoxide. Lifeless but still a valid pin, The ref counts,
1…
2…
3…
Bullseye wins and is the new Hardcore Champion! But the fans are in absolute shock at what they have seen, a ‘Holy Shit’ chant is still echoing throughout the arena loudly as Bullseye and Monoxide are lifted by EMT’s onto stretcher beds before the camera cuts back to the announcers table!)

Jerry Walters:
Its fair to say ladies and gentleman we are as shocked as I am sure a lot of you are, we can only hope both men are ok and after such a tremendous match it would be ashame to hear either man is badly hurt.

Tim May:
They are both title holders now as well!

Jerry Walters:
That’s right, Monoxide is still the Lightweight champion while Bullseye as we all just saw put everything on the line including the careers and lifes of both men to become the new Hardcore Champion and it was just what you wanted Tim.

Tim May:
Yes it was! The win has got to boost the other High Rollers who are still in two more title matches, Gangsta Nation have a match against Arceneaux while Isis takes on Slayer and now they have the incentive to go out and reach there dream!


Commercial


Backstage

(Isis is seen sitting in the distance with Shawn Hall she is looking quite calm and collected and is talking nicely to Shawn trying not to annoy him, but it doesn’t work, he stands up furious and is shouting and pointing at Isis who surprisingly impresses by keeping her cool and taking in what he has to say, suddenly her turns and slaps some of the water bottles off the side of the catering table and turns back to her again shouting. She tries to calm him down, but Shawn just blanks her ad shouts loud enough for the camera to hear, swear words and obsenities, he walks up to the camera, and grabs it nearl pulling it from the camera mans hands.)

Shawn:
Sheryl, you want to have me fired, you tried to trick me out there tonight to have me fired, you bitch! After all I done for you! I hope your brother rots in hell and one day… One day…Mark my words, you, Too magnificent and all the High Rollers will be facing the wrath of Shawn Hall, mark my words.

(Hall shoves the camera away from him and storms off as the camera turns back to Isis who sits head down, she shakes it off and forces a smile as Sheryl walks from around the corner toward her. She puts her arm around her in a supportive manner, Isis quietly nods and takes a deep breath as Sheryl tells her to prepare for her match.)


Also Backstage

(The scene opens the locker room side of the arena curtain, Remix and Impaler are standing side by side taking deep breathes and preparing for there match, there third attempt at winning the world Tag team titles and maybe there best odds as well, going in as favorites, two on one, handicap match.)

Remix:
You ready?

Impaler:
As ready as ever…You?

Remix:
Without a doubt…The tag titles are ours Impaler, Bullseye won the Hardcore, we can win the tag and Isis can defend the TV, hell Bullseye might even win the world!

Impaler:
Do you think he is actually going to make it for the match?

Remix:
Good point! We are dwindling in numbers tonight, its worrying.

Impaler:
What do you mean?

Remix:
Well Synclaire, Bullseye, Hunter, Shawn Hall, Mag there all hurt from tonight, its only us, Sheryl, Isis, Weapon left?

Impaler:
Don’t forget that Riggs guy and Styles!

Remix:
Yeah but are they went home, had some CMW business to work out.

Impaler:
Damn! Why you so worried anyway?

Remix:
Just like to know we got back up, that’s all.

Impaler:
Remix, believe me…After Tonight we will be tag champions, we will be famous and best of all, we will do it all alone without anyone’s help…

(The two men smile as the scene cuts back to the arena.)


ULW Tag Team titles
Gangsta Nation vs Phillip Arceneaux

Walters:
Can you believe Shawn Hall left!?! Isis must have told him about the plan! Does she actually have a civil bone in her body!?!

May:
I take offence to that! Isis is a good woman and a great lady and if you looked past your own arrogance you’d see that!

Walters:
Well I am not sure about that, but lets agree to disagree, but what I do know is only seconds we have the Tag Match Gangsta Nation must have been waiting for, for what seemed like hours on end!

(Let The Bodies Hit the Floor by Drowning Pool blasts out of the speakers, and Remix and Impaler make their way out from the back. A chorus of boos rings out as they raise their arms at the top of the entrance ramp, posing despite the jeers. They make their way to the ring, climbing in and waiting patiently for Arceneaux.)

Walters:
Well they’ve certainly got their game faces on. Gangsta Nation look ready to go, but the real question is, are they planning on playing fair this time or do they have some sort of trick up their sleeve?

May:
You can rest assured of that.

Walters:
Which, that they’ll play fair or that they’re going to cheat?

May:
Yes.

(Phillips music hits, and out comes Acreneaux. He slaps hands with the fans on the way to the ring, but pauses on the outside to look dubiously in at G-Nation. The two step back in a gesture of friendship to let him into the ring, which he takes, but Arceneaux never takes his eyes off either man.)

Walters:
The crowd is definitely behind the young Cajun sensation for this one, but will he be able to pull this one out like he has in the past?

May:
Did you just say Cajun sensation?

Walters:
Apparently.

May:
I can’t believe you still have a job here.

(Back in the ring, Remix and Impaler discuss which of them is going to be in the ring first. Wasting no time, Phillip flies straight at them; laying punches into the pair and putting them back on their heels from the get go. He grabs Remix and shoots him into the ropes, following him up and delivering a big knee to the midsection. Impaler charges behind Phillip, but Arceneaux senses him coming and lifts him over the rope in a huge back body drop to the outside. He turns back to Remix, booting him a couple of times to the back of the head, before hauling him back up to his feet. He sets him up for a quick snap slam to the mat, followed by Arceneaux charging into the ropes and coming back with a baseball slide kick to the face of Remix. Arceneaux drops to make the cover, hooking the leg for the,
one..
two….
NO! Impaler charges in and pulls Arceneaux off of the pin. The smaller man tries to get back to his feet to defend himself, but Impaler lays him flat with a devastating clothesline. Arceneaux is down. Not wasting any time, and ignoring the referee’s protests, he reaches down and grabs Remix’s hand and hauls him over to their corner. Impaler steps out through the ropes, and Remix finally regains enough sense to reach up and make the tag. Impaler is in, and he goes right to work on Arceneaux.

Walters:
Well Arceneaux had some momentum going for him for a little bit there, but it looks like the numbers game is finally catching up to him. It’ll take quite a bit to get back into this one.

May:
Bah, ring the bell now. This one’s already over.

(Phillip has crawled to the opposite corner and used the ropes to pull himself up, but with a burst of adrenaline Impaler surges across the ring and delivers a knee to the ribs, putting him right back down to the canvas. Impaler hauls the smaller man back to his feet and goes right to work using his power advantage on Arceneaux, hitting him with a one armed hip toss that almost lifts the smaller man over the ring ropes. He comes down with a loud slap and holds his back in pain. Arceneaux is trying to get back to his feet, but Impaler is right back on him hauling him up and slamming him back down in one fluid motion. He roars and flexes at the crowd who respond in kind with boos.

Walters:
Oh yeah, strut it up ya big bully. You’re only fighting two on one against a man who’s almost a fifty pounds lighter than you.

May:
Hey, don’t ruin the moment here, would you? You’re about to see the fulfillment of a life long dream.

(Arceneaux is definitely on dream street now, crawling aimlessly on the mat to get away from Impaler. The bigger man is taunting him by pushing on the side of his head with his boot mockingly. He steers him over to the G-Nation corner, where Remix is waiting eagerly for the tag. Impaler tags him in, holding Arceneaux up to give Remix a free shot at his ribs before departing the ring. Remix shoots Arceneaux across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle, following close behind and leveling him with a big clothesline in the corner. Impaler tries to get in the ring, causing the ref to run over and get in his face and stop him. This gives Remix the opening he needs to start strangling Arceneaux on the ropes. Impaler relents and leaves after several seconds, but this gives Remix more than enough time to nearly choke the life out of Arceneaux. He stands up, the boos raining down from the ceiling, and points at his head as he drags Arceneaux back to the G-Nation corner. He tags in Impaler, who gets his own free shot to the younger man’s ribs, and the match continues.)

May:
I can’t hear you Jerry. Here, I’ll help out “Great teamwork being displayed by Gangsta Nation here. They’re using quick tags in and out to stay fresh and really working Arceneaux over.”

Walters:
While I can’t say I like their methods, the game plan seems to be working well for Impaler and Remix here.

(Impaler comes in with a cocky swagger, again mockingly kicking Arceneaux. Almost as if he’s just acting on a whim, he pulls Arceneaux off the ground and slams him down with a spinebuster. He mockingly plants a foot in the middle of the smaller man’s chest to pin him, with Phillip rolling out of it at one and a half. For whatever reason Impaler actually gets angry at this and drops down to lay some heavy shots into the face of the smaller man. The ref starts shouting at him to open up his fist, to which Impaler responds by giving Arceneaux an open hand slap and standing up quickly, hauling Phillip up with him and bringing him down in a big power slam. He goes for the foot cover again, again only receiving a two count, and walks away with a big grin on his face. He signals to the crowd that it’s over and pulls Arceneaux up off of the mat, cinching his head between his legs in a power bomb position. Impaler pulls him up, but just as fast Phillip seems to surge back to life! He lays his fists into the sides of Impaler’s head. Impaler staggers on his feet as the crowd goes wild and finally Impaler topples over, with Arceneaux landing on his chest! The ref drops for the count as Remix charges in to break it up, but Arceneaux rolls out of the way of Remix’s elbow drop. Remix hits Impaler instead! The big man rolls around in agony as the Cajun charges Remix, dropping him with a big clothesline. Impaler crawls up to all fours, but Arceneaux puts him right back down with a swinging neck breaker. He motions for Remix to get up, calling for his finisher, and it almost looks like he’s going to walk right into it, but as Arceneaux runs forward Remix hits him below the belt, doubling the smaller man over in pain. Remix quickly stashes something in his tights!)

Walters:
My god, a low blow with a foreign object. Is there anything this team won’t stoop too!

May:
What are you talking about, I didn’t see anything.

Walters:
With everything you miss in the ring I’m surprised YOU still have a job.

(Remix quickly follows the low blow up with his finisher, the RSKO. Acreneaux is down for the count. Impaler slowly crawls onto him as Remix departs the ring. The ref drops for the,
one…
two...
three.)

Terri-Lynn Blaze:
You’re winners, and the new FUF world tag team champions, Remix and Implaer, the Gangsta Nation!!!

Walters:
Well they won the match, but not without stooping to a low blow with a foreign object. How sad can you get?

May:
What are you talking about? The Gangsta Nation has finally achieved its dream, to become tag team champions. This is their greatest moment and you’re going to start nay-saying it. I can’t believe you sometimes Jerry.

Walters:
Well the feeling is mutual.

(In the ring Remix and Impaler are celebrating, holding their newly acquired titles over their heads proudly. On the other side of the ring the ref is conferring with Arceneaux, who is still down on the ground writhing in pain. He stands up and quickly makes the X sign to signal that Arceneaux is hurt, and trainers come running down the ramp as the cameras cut to the back.)


Backstage

(The scene opens in the locker room of Daemon Frost he sits with Monica, now attired for his match and prepared for the joint main event, but suddenly the door opens and Sheryl Marie Gray walks in, both Monica and Daemon jump to there feet, Frost standing purposely in front of her, Sheryl smiles.)

Sheryl:
Drop the tough man act Mr. Frost...I am not here for a fight.

Daemon:
Then what do you want?

Sheryl:
Have you noticed how strange AWOL is acting?

Daemon:
Can't say i noticed, he stole ya brother, done us all a favour as far as i am concrened?

(Sheryl grits her teeth at that comment, Daemon smiling as he knows he hit home with it.)

Sheryl:
My point...Is he isn't really keeping to all that, that is Holy War is he?

Daemon:
Sheryl parading your propaganda to me is not worth your time or mine...AWOL knows what he is doing.

Sheryl:
Does he?

Daemon:
What is that meant to mean?

Sheryl:
He dumped Gina?

Daemon:
Your lying?

Sheryl:
No not at all...Daemon, AWOL is far from himself and he is far from Holy War, let alone anything else...He may have killed my brother for all i know in a very unceremonise way and i intend to gain my vengeance on him just as soon as i get my brother back...I was simply going to warn you that his actions on his partner tonight, might not exile the same to those of you in Holy War.

Daemon:
And since when have you been worried?

Sheryl:
Worried? No not now, not ever...I am simply prewarning you...AWOL is not himself, ignore my warning if you wish, but if he does what i expect him to, our safety is just as compromised as Lethals and Xaviers.

(She looks at both of them a frown on her face before turning and leaving the room, Daemon's face turns to one of concern as he looks back at Monica, the confusion apprant in his eyes.)


Back in the arena

Walters:
Next up we have the match for the Television title featuring Isis vs. Jason Slayer.

May:
You mean the slaughter for the Television title. Isis is going to wipe the floor with this guy.

Walters:
You’re joking right? Isis has been avoiding Slayer for weeks now. He’s had her on the ropes basically since his arrival.

May:
What you call retreating I call regrouping. Mark my words on this one.

(Slayer's "Bloodline" blasts through the speakers as some clips of Jason Slayer and his manager Drew P. are show on the titan-tron. A couple of pyro's blast into flames on the stage, parallel to each other at the corners of the ramp, Jason Slayer and Drew P. walk out onto the stage, with sinister looks upon their faces. Slayer whips his long hair back out of his face as they begin walking down the ramp, between the flames burning at either side of them. They continue walking down towards the ring area as Drew P stands on the outside of the ring, near Jason Slayer's corner. Slayer climbs up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes. He does a couple of stretches in the ring and then runs towards the turnbuckle, grabbing onto the ropes and hurling himself into the padded turnbuckle face first. He smiles sadistically as he awaits the beginning of the match.)

Walters:
Slayer seems ready to go as usual.

May:
Not that it matters. He may as well have stayed in the back, because the Queen of the High Rollers is going to take him apart.

Walters:
…..

(Next, the High Rollers music fills the arena. Isis makes her way out from the back, sauntering down to the ring and ignoring the fans who are booing and making lewd gestures to her along the way. She rolls into the ring, dropping the title and getting right into the face of Jason Slayer.)

May:
Now that’s a champion there. Look at that cocky stride. She knows she’s got this thing stitched up.

Walters:
Sounds like someone else I know. So won’t it be a surprise when Jason Slayer steals the match from her.

May:
*gasp* You’re supposed to remain impartial!

Walters:
Oh shut up you idiot.

(The two combatants head to the center of the ring. The referee gives them instructions, but Slayer and Isis are too busy staring holes through each other to even listen. The ref shouts to get their attention before simply shrugging and calling for the bell. Almost as if it was a trigger, Slayer starts firing off rights as soon as he hears the bell ring. He is surprised, however, to find no one home when the blows land. Isis ducks underneath Slayer’s punches and runs behind, kicking the bigger man in the back of the knee as she runs. Slayer pivots, showing surprising balance, and grabs her by the back of the hair to pull her to the mat. Isis goes down hard, holding her head, but Slayer is relentless. He immediately drops down to his knees, slamming them down on Isis’ arms and reaching forward for her legs to catch her in a modified rocking chair pin. She responds by rolling through at a one count, taking Slayer with her and putting him into a pinning predicament as well, they rock through several different holds before finally separating and rolling back to their feet in their respective corners, a look of frustration on both their faces.)

Walters:
Isis and Slayer were both looking to pick up some sort of technical advantage early on their, I think, but neither one looked to have much success.

May:
That’s what a week off will give you. I tell you, Isis has Slayer scouted!

Walters:
It’s not like she did any better out of that exchange. I think they’re just so evenly matched that it’s going to come down to who makes a mistake first.

May:
Bah, she’s just testing his patience. She’s toying with him before she closes in for the final kill.

(Slayer puts his hands up, calling for a test of strength. Isis looks like she’s about to accede for a moment before rolling through and tossing Slayer in a modified hip toss. The bigger man goes down hard, rolling back to his feet and charging at Isis, but she catches him with a drop toe hold and makes him land face first, hard, on the canvas. Hopping back up to her feet, she steps away from the downed Slayer and grins from ear to ear, motioning for him to get up and try something else. He climbs back to his feet, wiping his mouth and staring at Isis in rage, before charging head long at Isis yet again. However, he stops just short in front of her, catching her as she turns to grapple him again and hurling her overhead in a belly to belly suplex. Isis lands with a painful thud and tries to crawl back to her feet, but is met with a huge clothesline from Slayer, driving her back to the mat. The crowd is starting to put some momentum behind Slayer, and he hits the ropes again to try and hit another clothesline, but suddenly the arena is filled with boos as Too Magnificent makes his way down the ramp from the back!! He was suppose to be on his way to hospital, he looks hurt but reaches the squared circle. His two title belts strung over his shoulders. Slayer stops and turns to shout over the ropes at Too Mag, but the interloper simply holds his hands up innocently and doesn’t respond.)

Walters:
Oh now what the hell is he doing down here? There’s no reason for him to be at ringside! He is suppose to be in hospital!

May:
He’s just evening things out. I mean, Slayer’s got Drew down here at ringside. Too Mag just wants to protect his queen.

Walters:
Oh for crying out loud, she can protect herself. This is just another ploy by the High Rollers to screw over Drew and Slayer.

(Slayer continues shouting over the ropes at Too Mag, waving for him to climb into the ring with him. This of course leaves Isis more than enough time to recover and run over to Slayer, laying in a shot to his jewels that leaves him on the mat writhing in pain. She stands over the downed Slayer, mocking Drew who is fuming on the outside of the ring, before dashing against the ropes and coming back with a high knee smash onto the prone Slayer. She drops for a cover, but receives only a two count. She exchanges a quick word with the referee before rising up to her feet. She sprints to the ropes again, looking to hit the knee smash once more, but Drew has run over to that side of the ring and he catches her ankle, tripping her and dropping her flat on the mat. The referee turns to shout over the ropes at Drew, who is trying to simply walk away and pretend nothing happens. In the confusion, Too Mag drags Slayer’s head out over the ring apron and charges, connecting with his title belt to Slayer’s head.)

Walters:
This is disgusting! This has degenerated into a circus out there at ringside. I thought this was supposed to be a one on one match!

May:
You’re telling me. What Drew just did was absolutely despicable.

Walters:
Oh you’re hopeless.

(Isis crawls up from the mat, looking out at Drew and screaming shrilly at him. He tries to walk away, but she crawls out of the ring and gets in his face. Drew and Isis are engaged in an argument, a lover’s quarrel if there ever was one, as Slayer rises back to his feet. Blood is pouring out of his forehead and into his eyes, but he can hear the argument. He bounces against the ropes and charges towards the two. Isis apparently sees him coming, however, as she grabs the front of Drew’s suit and drags him into the path of Slayer’s baseball slide. Drew is blasted back against the crowd barrier and Isis is almost bowled over laughing as she retreats to stand next to Too Mag. Slayer tries to roll out and help Drew, but the former HSW owner simply shoves him away and starts getting in his face. Now the two of them are screaming at each other, and the High Rollers love every second of it.)

Walters:
This is ridiculous. There’s supposed to be a damn match going on here. What the hell are all those people doing out there at ringside? Why don’t Slayer and Isis just get back in the ring and finish this thing?

May:
Isis is letting all the pieces fall into place, that’s what. I told you Slayer would lose his cool and the advantage would shift to Isis.

Walters:
Well, I suppose you’re right. But wait, who’s that? It looks like Isis might be about to lose what advantage she had!

(Hellrazor’s music starts up out of the PA, and the wrestler comes charging out form the back, running down the ramp towards the ring. Too Magnificent sees it and tries to run up to meet him, but Hellrazor simply ducks Too Mag’s clothesline and responds with some punches of his own, laying the Livewire Champion out on the entrance ramp. He continues down to where Isis is standing outside the ring, stalking her slowly as she backs away and tries to beg off. Hellrazor is having none of it, however, as he slowly reaches down and frees the top of the ring steps and hefts them into the air with minimal effort. Isis turns to run, but lands smack dab in the chest of Jason Slayer! With an evil sneer he spins Isis around to face the music, pinning her arms behind her. The crowd goes nuts for the first time in the night as Hellrazor lifts the steps all the way up into the air and charges. Just as he’s about to strike, however, Isis ducks out of Slayer’s grasp and HellRazor lays Jason Slayer out with the stairs! The referee points frantically to the time keeper who rings the bell! The crowd is almost riotous in their boos!)

Terri-Lynn Blaze:
Ladies and Gentleman, by order of the official, this match is a draw!

Walters:
You’ve got to be kidding me! A draw!!! That means Isis still keeps that title! Not even Drew and Slayer can get the win over her!

(Tim May tries to reply, but he’s laughing too hard to spit out anything intelligible. Back at ringside Isis and Too Mag are beating a hasty retreat up the entrance ramp, Isis pointing at her head and mocking the team of HellRazor and Slayer. At ringside, HellRazor fumes silently as he lets the ring steps drop to the mat. With a final muttered curse at Isis, he drops down to check on the still unconscious Jason Slayer. Isis and Too Mag are almost up and out of the arena as suddenly everything goes dark and air raid sirens blare throughout the arena. Searchlights pan over the crowd, looking for something, before finally snapping up to the top as the sirens silence. For a moment everything stands still, Isis and Too Mag looking at each other in fear and confusion, before Sulley from Godsmack screams “YOU BETTA GO AWAY!!!”

Walters:
That’s AWOL’s old music. If he’s coming out here than it can only be for one reason. He didn’t get enough of Too Magnificent earlier in the night, and he can get his hands on Isis as well!

May:
Run! Run Isis! Get out of there!

(The Mushroom Cloud pyro’s fire off as “Go Away” comes out of the speakers. AWOL comes charging out from the back, a wild look in his eyes. He has some sort of bag in his right hand, and he stalks Isis and Too Mag back down the entrance ramp. They’re holding up their hands to try and beg off, but AWOL only smiles sadistically and shakes his head no. The crowd goes wild as he charges, hitting both with a double clothesline and dropping them flat on the entry way. He drops the bag for a second, hauling Too Mag up to his feet before slamming his back to the metal with a Daisy Cutter! Isis is trying to crawl away on all fours, but AWOL just as quickly runs over and grabs her by the hair, pulling her back up to her feet. He looks around at the crowd, pointing from her to them, and smiling as they cheer wildly. With a roar he runs forward and hurls Isis bodily into the crowd! Dozens of screaming fans carry her crowd surfing style out into the middle of the arena, groping and pawing at what’s probably the sexiest female they’ve ever been near. Isis screams in horror as AWOL makes his way to the ring to a flurry of applause.)

May:
That animal! He just threw the Queen of the High Rollers out to the wolves! She shouldn’t be touched like that by those, those, commoners!

Walters:
Bah, that’s no more than she deserves for screwing Jason Slayer over like that.

(AWOL rolls in under the bottom rope, standing up in the center of the ring and looking around at the masses. He looks like he’s about to speak, but Slayer rolls in under the ropes still a little dazed, HellRazor is shouting at him to get back out the ring, walking over to AWOL with hand out spread. AWOL smiles and reaches forward to accept the handshakes, but with a surge he drags Slayer in close and knees him to the stomach, driving the wind out of him and driving him to the mat! HellRazor slides in but he boots HellRazor and hits the Daisy Cutter. The cheers turn to boos as he stands up to look menacingly at Slayer. He hauls him up from his feet and throws him into the corner turnbuckle. Following close behind, he hits a huge body splash on Slayer before lifting him over a shoulder and climbing to the top rope.

Walters:
What the hell is AWOL doing? These men were his allies in the war against the High Rollers.

May:
For once, Jerry, I’m completely speech less, but I think I know what AWOL’s up to right now, and that can only spell trouble for Jason Slayer. We should have seen this coming after his match earlier Jerry!

(AWOL climbs to the top turnbuckle pad, sitting down and placing Slayer over his knee. The boos intensify as he thumps his fist into his chest twice, shouting Semper Fi. He leaps from the top rope, driving Slayer down with the Semper Fi Backbreaker!)

Walters:
No! No! Slayer could be crippled! Damn you AWOL! Damn you! What the hell are you doing?

(He stands up slowly, wiping his hands together. He walks slowly to the microphone, picking it up.)

AWOL:
As I was about to say before I was so rudely interrupted, I only have one other piece of business to take care of tonight. Sheryl Marie-Gray, I believe you have something that I want, and I know that I have something you want. Get your bony ass out here before I do something to put HellRazor on the shelf as well.

(He turns to start pacing, but he doesn’t have to wait long. Sheryl comes down from the back, flanked by Remix on one side and Impaler and Lethal Weapon on the other side. She already has a microphone in hand, and she stops at the top of the ramp to speak to him.)

Sheryl:
What the hell have you done with my brother? I want him back now, damn it!

AWOL:
All good things come to those who wait, Sheryl darling. It’s a lesson you were apparently never taught, but one you might want to work on. I’m here tonight to open negotiations with you, because you see I’m tired of this little war. It’s distracted me from what I should be worried about, and that’s the reacquisition of my stolen property. And so, as a token of my willingness to negotiate, I give you back what is in the bag sitting in front of you. Go ahead, pick it up. I’m sure you’ll be interested in what’s inside.

(Remix steps forward cautiously, nudging the sack with his foot to make sure it’s safe. When it doesn’t explode he reaches down to pick it up. Untying it, he opens it up and peeks inside, but immediately drops it and starts to wretch over the side of the stage. Sheryl steps forward to investigate, pushing Weapons’ hands away as he tried to grab her and stop her. As she peers into the bag a trickle of reddish liquid seeps out of the top, and she blanches and staggers away with her hand over her mouth.

Sheryl:
What the hell did you do to him!

AWOL:
It is prescribed that the punishment for the sin of greed is a pound of flesh cut from the body of the victim and given back to those he’s wronged. It took him a while to do it, but eventually we managed to find a whole pound. It’s actually a lot harder than it sounds, but I’m sure you’re not interested. Suffice it to say, he’s atoned for his sins and is ready to begin his life again with a clean slate. That, however, is not why you’re out here. I want to negotiate a cease fire, and the way I look at it is this. We can keep on fighting like this, with me ripping your High Rollers apart and punishing them just like I did to Conrad and your two disciples out here a moment ago, and along the way I can cripple the rest of your roster and leave them like Slayer. We can battle till you and I stand over the smoldering ashes of what once was ULW, or you can give me what I want and it can all be over. What do you say?

Sheryl:
What do you want from me? What could possibly be worth all this?

AWOL:
I want back what was taken from me. I want back my championship, and I’m willing to give you back Conrad for it. I know you’ve already got the Nuclear Warfare match booked, so I propose an alternative. You give me the man who’s been sniffing at my heels for months now, the Lethal Fuckin’ Weapon, at Nuclear Warfare in a match of his choosing. When I beat him, you name me the number one contender for the World Title.

Sheryl:
Why should I?

AWOL:
Because if you don’t , I mail the rest of Conrad back to you, one pound at a time, until you relent. I assure you, Sheryl, you don’t want that. We got away with mostly just skin this time. Next time we might have to take something important.

(Weapon leans over Sheryl’s microphone and shouts up at AWOL.)

Weapon:
Look you sick fuck, What in the hell gives you the righ-

Sheryl:
I’ll do it!

(The crowd shouts in surprise, and Weapon looks just as shocked as the rest.)

Sheryl:
I’ll do it. I’ll make the match. Just give me my brother back, you monster.

AWOL:
Monster am I? Yes, I suppose so. But remember Sheryl, you could have had the man. It was you who called back the monster. You want your brother back? Fine. He atones for his sins still, but he is yours now. Go to him quickly; I don’t know how much longer he will last.

(The lights go out again in the arena save a red spotlight, glowing luridly at an area just above the screen. There, suspended in the darkness and the shadows is Conrad Gray. He is apparently strapped to an iron cross, the better part of his body wrapped in bandages, and upon closer inspection it seems that rather than nail Conrad to the cross AWOL has elected to tie him up to it, but with barbed wire! Red blood seeps through the bandages on his arms, legs, and torso where the barbed wire cruelly rips into the flesh. Wrapped around his head in a grim mockery of the crown of thorns, a loop of the barbed wire cuts deeply into Conrad’s forehead. The crowd gasps, some of them screaming in horror Sheryl is screaming for security to get him down, EMT’s rush to the scene, a stretcher and breathing apparatus prepared, Weapon in anger turns back to the ring but AWOL is gone and the shock is all that surrounds the ring.)

Walters:
My god, this is too far! AWOL is completely out of control. Someone get up there and help Conrad Gray!

May:
Oh my god! What happened to AWOL! What’s going to happen to the Weapon at Nuclear Warfare when he has to face the biggest, craziest bastard in ULW!

Walters:
I have no idea, but it is official ladies and Gentleman, Lethal Weapon Vs AWOL at Nuclear Warfare a match of Lethal’s choosing, my god this is going to be crazy!


Commercial


Back in the arena

(The crowd are still in shock as a large crowd of EMT’s and officials are shouting orders to each other, Sheryl is standing beside Conrad’s stretcher her hand in his, the rest of the High Rollers have gone backstage except for Sheryl’s husband Lethal who stands behind her his hands on her shoulders. Suddenly the order comes to get him out of the arena and take him to the hospital. She lets go and stands up as the medics move the bed through the back, in a rush to get him to the local medical centre, Sheryl and Weapon follow quickly through the curtain as the cameras go back to ringside and the shocked, concerned faces of Jerry Walters and Tim May.)

Jerry Walters:
Ladies and Gentleman, we can only apologise for the explicit footage you just saw on your television screens, we had no idea what AWOL had done and neither had our producers out the back.

Tim May:
We tried getting to commercial as quick as we could, that was horrible.

Jerry Walters:
All we know right now, is that the condition of Conrad is Critical, they just took him out the back and straight to the ambulance and I am simply lost for words Tim…I am just lost for words…All this, all this torture, pain and hurt and for the biggest prize of them all The world Heavyweight Championship.

Tim May:
AWOL declared he wanted the world title and would do anything for it and that included what we just saw.

Jerry Walters:
What bothers me is he was once so demanding about his sins and even named the High Rollers after sins, then he comes out shows his true colours and allows everyone to see that he himself is no different, full of greed.


Xtreme Title Match
Chapel Vs Hurse

(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 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 walks toward the ring. Chapel kneels in a corner and prays. Chapel then removes his hood and trench-coat before raising his arms up again in the center of the ring as the flames die down and the lights come back up in the arena.)

Jerry Walters:
What do you think Chapel is thinking right now?

Tim May:
I have no idea Jerry, I would imagine he wouldn’t be to pleased though, this is against all the Holy War stands for, I think its only a matter of time before Daemon and Chapel catch up with him

Jerry Walters:
Well next up ladies and gentleman is the Xtreme title match, Hurse Vs Chapel.

(The arena lights dim as the fans sit in quiet anticipation, awaiting the arrival of yet another superstar set to compete in the squared circle. Suddenly Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park hits the loud speakers, causing a great deal of boos to come from the stands as the fans rise to their feet in anger over what they're hearing. Stars begin to fall on the titan-tron with pictures of all Hurse's accomplishments set inside of them as golden pyrotechnics shoot from the sides of the entry way. The despised Hurse saunters onto the stage now with his bodyguard Ingo, stepping through the curtains with an arrogant grin upon his face as he stares back and forth methodically at the crowd. Even their booing is not enough to take away the air of confidence that surrounds him while he moves slowly down the ramp his large Japanese bodyguard following him down staring straight at Chapel, merely shaking his head as the front row fans bombard him with heinous chants. A pair of red tights cling to his lower body with a black H upon the sides, while a golden dragon wraps around the letters. Above only a thing of black wrist bands cover a small portion of his arms. He steps up the steel stairs slowly before reaching the apron and looking out over the fans with a huge grin upon his face. The crowd boos as he leans backwards against the ropes with his arms extended out to his sides and his nose aimed upwards towards the heavens. After this brief show boating he finally slides through the top and middle rope, entering the ring and stepping to it's center still grinning arrogantly.)

Jerry Walters:
Well this man really is impressive, but being in the hardcore division doesn’t seem right for him?

Tim May:
How can you say that! He has proved his extremeness, I mean did you see that Pie Eating contest last week against SPIDER!

Jerry Walters:
I did, but I really wouldn’t call that extreme, at least not in the same category as that of Chapel and SPIDER.

(Both men stare at each other from across the ring Hurse a smile on his face, the bell sounds and the two men start circling each other, the dive in to an elbow – collar lock up but Chapel gets the upper hand, he locks in a head lock and tightens the hold, Hurse runs Chapel off the ropes but the Holy War member doesn’t let go and keeps the hold locked in, Chapel again tightens the hold. Hurse now feeling the pain of the hold tries to throw Chapel of the ropes again but still the Holy war member keeps the hold locked in but Hurse with all his strength lifts the much heavier Chapel hitting a big Back drop. Chapel grabs his neck and rolls away from Hurse who shakes the cobwebs and gets back to his feet he stomps on the back of Chapel then lifts the bigger man up, he slams a right hand into the face of the Holy War member then another before attempting to throw him across the ring but Chapel uses his weight and throws Hurse instead, the 140 pound man flies across the ring at a fast pace, he hits the ropes and bounces back ducking a clothesline attempt by Chapel, the Holy War member turns to face Hurse coming off the next set of ropes and grabs him as he comes back going for a tilt-a-whirl slam but Hurse counters and sends Chapel onto his back hitting a big leg scissors! Hurse is back to his feet and Chapel is not far behind using the top rope to pulls himself up, Hurse runs at him, but the Holy war member sees him coming and uses Hurse’s own momentum to throw him clear over the top rope and back first hard against the safety mats outside the ring!)

Jerry Walters:
Chapel took a slow start to this match, but that may be the turning point. Hurse looks hurt.

Tim May:
You see, this is what Hurse doesn’t want. He wants to be in with those that are respectable, he doesn’t want to use Weapons or other means to win a match but his own ability, what’s wrong with that?

Jerry Walters:
Nothing at all, in fact I respect that. But he is fighting in the Xtreme final and this division is based on different rules and different abilitys.

(Chapel walks out of the ring and looks over to Ingo warning him to keep his distance before turning to the hurt Hurse, he lifts him to his feet and picks up onto his shoulder before charging him back first right into the ring apron, Hurse grabs his back in pain as Chapel steps away hitting a vicious right hand that powerfully takes Hurse of his feet and down hard onto the safety mats. He takes another look at Ingo who hasn’t moved then ducks down lifting the ring apron and begins pulling out weapons, a table some chairs, a trash can with the lid inside, even a ladder. He looks to Hurse who begins crawling away but doesn’t get far as Chapel grabs him by the head and lifts him to his feet before slamming him face first into the crowd barrier. Before showing his advantage in strength and throwing him face first right into the ring post knocking him to the floor and leaving him holding his face in pain. Chapel turns to walk back to the weapons but the Japanese giant Ingo is there chair in hand, he slams the metal object right over Chapel’s head knocking him to the floor before standing over the Holy war member and using the top of the chair repeatedly slams it into Chapels chest, he picks Chapel up and lifts him up to his chest before dropping him chest first right over the crowd barrier! Chapel holds his pecks in utter agony before Ingo begins stomping away at his injured upper body again.)

Jerry Walters:
What the hell? Ingo shouldn’t even be here! Chapel is being beating to a pulp by this Japanese giant and all because Hurse can’t do his own dirty work!

Tim May:
Oh that’s a bit harsh, its more the case that Ingo is doing his job, I mean he is Hurse’s bodyguard afterall?

Jerry Walters:
If Hurse needs a bodyguard he shouldn’t be wrestling damn it!

(Hurse gets back to his feet and begins stomping on Chapel with Ingo, he orders hi bodyguard to use more weapons and in the meantime keeps Chapel down, he kneels over him and with rage in mind he slams hard right hand across the jaw of the Holy War member, Ingo picks up a trash can and walks back over to Chapel, seeing him Hurse stands up and moves away as Ingo pulls the lid out and places the trash can over Chapels head, he then jumps hitting a big leg drop right across the trash can squashing it right over Chapels face!
Hurse hooks the leg,
1…
2…
No! Kickout by Chapel.
Hurse is quickly back to his feet and again stomps on the chest of Chapel before picking Chapel up and rolling him back in the ring, both Hurse and Ingo enter the squared circle, Ingo picks Chapel up and throws him in the corner before both men begin hitting right hands on a defenseless man…They both grab an arm each and at the same time throw Chapel across the ring right into the opposite corner Ingo then charges in looking for a big clothesline roaring as he does, but Chapel ducks it and runs out of the corner himself hitting the unprepared Hurse with a steaming clothesline that knocks him inside out, Ingo runs chest first right into the turnbuckle but as he turns he receives a swift boot to the midsection followed by a huge DDT!)

Jerry Walters:
And Chapel now has a great chance, but he needs to single out Hurse and beat down on him!

Tim May:
Chapel is to dumb to do that! Look he is going for Ingo! His rage wins again!

(Chapel lifts Ingo to his feet and pushes the big man against the ropes before stepping back and hitting a huge clothesline knocking him out of the ring and to the outside. Hurse slowly stumbles back to his feet but is grabbed from behind lifting him over into a huge German suplex but he holds on, he lifts Hurse again and again lifts him for another huge German Suplex and again still holds on he lifts Hurse again and goes for a third but Hurse blocks it wrapping his leg round Chapels, in anger the Holy War member grabs the back of Hurse’s head and slams him with a forearm and another and another before locking in the grapple again and lifting Hurse for a third German Suplex to the cheers and applause of the fans!
He rolls out of the ring and grabs Ingo who is back on one knee, he slams the mans face into the crowd barrier and leans down grabbing a chair, Ingo turns to face him but is smashed hard over the head with the weapon causing him to be cut right open, he stumbles back into the crowd barrier but Chapel lifts the chair and hits another huge chair shot over his head knocking him to the floor. He slides the chair in the ring and rolls in before this time stalking Hurse.
The Career killer gets to one knee not seeing Chapel behind him, he gets to his feet to the screeches and cheers of the fans, he turns ad to a huge pop is smashed with the chair, he stiffens up like a board of wood and just falls back onto the mat, Chapel throws the chair aside and hooks the leg,
1…
2…
NO! Hurse managed to raise his shoulder.)

Jerry Walters:
OH!! Close call for Chapel! It was nearly over!

Tim May:
This is horrible Jerry, look at Hurse, he is cut right open!

Jerry Walters:
Hurse is in a state, he isn’t looking good that’s for sure.

(Hurse sits up placing his hand on his head, the blood pouring like a river down his face, it drips all over his chest and he squints his eyes, the fans are chanting ‘holy shit’ as the amount of blood seems somewhat shocking as it pours from the head of the self proclaimed most Extreme man in the ULW. Chapel lifts him to his feet and hits a forearm to the face knocking the already dazed Hurse back into the ropes. He then goes for another clothesline but Hurse sees it coming and ducks, Chapels own momentum taking him over the top rope to the outside. Hurse in pain falls to his knee again dabbing the blood on his face. He gets back up and sees Chapel rising to his feet on the outside suddenly he run the opposite direction bounces off the ropes and charges back at the ropes before flying over them and landing right onto Chapel causing both men to fall to the mats. Hurse rolls along the ramp and still dazed manages to get to his feet but stumbles further up it. Chapel gets to one knee and sees Hurse suddenly run at him but counters it grabbing him hitting a huge spinebuster right onto the metal railings! He covers,
1…
2…
NO!! Hurse kicked out again!)

Jerry Walters:
I’ll give Hurse credit where credit is due, he isn’t giving up here. He may not use weapons but he certainly has a lot of endurance.

Tim May:
But if he doenst fight back he will lose this Jerry, endurance won’t win you a match.

Jerry Walters:
That is very true!

(Chapel suddenly calls for the Crucifier, the fans are going nuts! He walks to the table that’s out and to the extra cheers of the fans sets it up by the ring apron, he sees Hurse back to one knee but in no mans land and boots him in the chest knocking him back to the floor before picking him up and walking him to the table, he taunts the fans and sets Hurse up for his finisher, he then lifts Hurse for the cross powerbomb position, but Hurse counters dropping down behind the Holy War member and swiftly trying to run away back up the rampway but Chapel turns and quickly goes in chase, he follows Hurse toward the Pay Per view castle setting the front facing wall actually made of stone and as they reach the top grabs his head and slams it into the bricks, Hurse just falls backwards onto his arse dizzier then ever. Chapel grabs him and picks him back up before again setting up the Crucifier but this time can’t even stay knelt between Chapel’s legs, Chapel just slams forearms to his back and lifts him back to his feet before picking him up for his Finisher….CRUCIFIER!!! HE HIT!!! HE HIT IT!!! He covers Hurse,
1…
2…
NOOOOO!! Hurse Kicked out at the very, very last second!)

Jerry Walters:
OH MY GOD! Can you believe Hurse just kicked out of that move! Hurse is still going, I don’t believe this!

Tim May:
He has taking battering after battering but he is still in this Jerry! Chapel can’t believe it either!

(Chapel covers again,
1…
2…
NO! again Hurse kicks out.
Chapels rage that he is known for begins to show and he lifts Hurse to his feet before booting him hard in the stomach and setting him up for another Crucifier, this time of the side of the stage!!! He places Hurse between his legs and calls out to the fans, BUT HURSE LIFTS HIM UP AND THROWS CHAPEL OVER HIS HEAD AND RIGHT OVER THE SIDE OF THE STAGE RIGHT THROUGH COUNTLESS NUMBERS OF SPARE TABLES!!! Chapel is a broken wreck but Hurse just falls to the stage floor in pain himself, the camera close in on Chapel who’s eyes are closed blood starting to pour from his head as broken shards of wood surround him. ‘Holy Shit’ echoes out as Hurse gets back to his feet and stumbles around for a minute before seeing Chapel laid out, he steps back away from the edge of the stage then looks around at the full capacity Metro Arena, the English fans are going nuts as Hurse suddenly takes a deep breathe he suddenly charges of the side of the ramp…450 LEG DROP RIGHT ON CHAPEL!!! HURSE IS IN ABSOLUTE AGONY!!! HE GETS HIS ARM OVER CHAPEL THOUGH!
1…
2…
3…
HURSE WINS! HURSE WINS!! HURSE IS THE NEW XTREME CHAMPION!! He rolls off Chapel as the bell sounds, Ingo has a the belt and walks in a daze himself to Hurse, he helps him up and hands him the Xtreme belt, Hurse can’t believe it, he raises the title in the air the odd clap of respect while the main majority of the arena boo him loudly, he heads into the back as the referee checks on Chapel.)

Jerry Walters:
What a match! Really, what a match! Hurse may have won, but it was so close!

Tim May:
Close is not the word for it!

Jerry Walters:
I must admit I am surprised, Hurse really did bring out everything he kicked out of the Crucifier, he lost a lot of blood and he still won.


Backstage

(The scene opens in the car park, where Bullseye can be seen sitting inside an ambulance, EMT’s and officials surround him begging him not to compete in the battle royal, but the new hardcore champion is having none of it and stands to his feet stumbling a little, he pushes past some of the officials only to walk face to face with Shane Leonard.)

Leonard: You are in no condition to fight in that battle royal, now sit down…

(Bullseye doesn’t move then re-adjusts his hardcore title on his shoulder.)

Bullseye:
You see this? It’s the ULW hardcore championship, the belt held by greats like Bane Youngblood, Curtis Jack, hell even that nobody Monoxide held it with pride and although we are all different, one thing we all have in common, is we don’t lay down…Because of one simple fact… We are the leaders of the hardcore division. A division with more endurance then any other.

(Leonard just stares at him.)

Leonard:
I think your letting your pride shadow your judgment! You are in no fit state to compete and you are not going to be in that battle royal!

Bullseye:
What happened to you? You fought the likes of Sheryl in HSW, lost, but you fought her, you were an upcoming star…What happened to you Leonard? Now you stand here trying to preach me, a fighter of the boss, a warrior of the owner, trying to tell me where to go with my career when you yourself retired early and without any success to brag about either…A failure in the wrestling world…Now if you don’t mind…I got a match to be ready for.

(Bullseye pushes past Leonard who just looks ahead the words of Bullseye sinking in deep as the camera closes in on the thinking face of GM Shane Leonard.)


Daemon Frost Vs Hellkat Vs Xavier

The show returns to the ring as the fans wait for more action to ensue, their mouths watering.

Jerry:
Well ladies and gentlemen, the time has finally come, the match I know a lot of us have been waiting for.

Tim:
What an understatement. I think this match is one the entire world has been waiting to see ever since the feud between Xavier, Daemon Frost and Hellkat started over a month ago.

Jerry:
Let's be frank here Tim. Xavier came into the ULW and has done nothing more than run his mouth. He cost Daemon Frost the World Heavyweight title and he has basically spit in the faces of everyone here in the ULW.

Tim:
Xavier's got a reason to have a big mouth, he's got the talent to back it up. I dare to say he's my favorite tonight, mark my words, he'll beat Hellkat and Daemon Frost, you just wait and see.

Jerry:
Ha, if anyone's going to win it's Hellkat, she's been on one hell of a role ever since winning that title.

That beautiful, hateful and tantalizing theme, "Too Much", 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: XAVIER. As the fans stand to greet him properly, his dark eyes stare back out at them from behind that malicious mask of his, hiding something but telling everyone that tonight is going to be another fabulous night. His shirt reads YOUR TEAM LEADER in bold white letters, displaying his status in this federation; his pants are generic blue jeans, 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 obscenities hurled his way by the ingrates that surround him. X, 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 Career Killer 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 steps up on the apron and enters ignoring those around him. He enters the ring and seems to be ever confidant.

Tim:
There he is Jerry, the man of the hour, the sure to be winner of this match, and future World champion Xavier.

Jerry:
Why don't you just marry him already.

Xavier stands in the ring getting himself ready, pumped up for the impending confrontation as the entire arena chants Daemon Frost. Xavier merely covers his ears to block out the sound of their cheers. Daemon Frost walksfrom behind the curtain to a HUGE 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. Suddenly Xavier steps up into his face and throws a right hand that Daemon ducks under. He gets behind the back of X who spins around and begins to throw right hands into his face repeatedly as the crowd goes nuts. Each shot takes Xavier backwards a few steps, Frost seeming enraged with each blow to his opponent's forehead, the man who cost him his precious championship. He now steps in and gives him a hard knee lift to the gut, causing Frost to bend forward and begin stumbling down the rampway as Daemon hits him with clubbing blows over the shoulders, each shot knocking him further down the ramp. The Team Leader finally reaches the bottom then spins around and delivers a vicious uppercutt right to the jaw of Frost, nearly taking him off of his feet before grabbing him by the wrist and attempting to whip him towards the steel steps. Daemon however places the breaks on it and sends Xavier charging back first into the steel, letting out a tremendous roar of pain as he drops onto his knees. Frost steps in and begins to hit him with right hand after right hand to the forehead, each shot nearly taking X off of his knees and down to the mats. Daemon steps to the side of Xavier and gives him a huge knee lift right to the jaw, the blow echoing throughout the arena and causing Xavier to fall face first into the mats with a hard thud.

Jerry:
Xavier tried to get the drop on Daemon but it obviously didn't pay off!

Tim:
Where in the sam hell is Hellkat? Is she too chicken to come out here and compete?

Jerry:
You know that's not the case Tim.

Frost grabs X around his mask, pulling him up to his feet qucikly in an absolute rage. He gives Xavier a hellacious chop across the chest making the crowd unleash a whoo, before doing it again, the Team Leader barely remaining on his feet as he leans backwards against the steel steps. Frost now takes a few steps in reverse before rushing forward, going for a massive clothesline when Xavier steps forward and bends down, giving Daemon a huge backdrop and causing him to land spine first onto the steel stairs. The crowd is shocked as Frost collides with them violently, imediately unleashing a roar of pain as he drops off of them and reaches for his spine. Xavier takes a few steps forward, leaning on the apron and trying to get his head straight when A techno trance version of "Stairway to Heaven" hits the PA and the lights strobe orange and white. Hellkat walks out onto the entry ramp garnishing a mixed reaction before she rushes down the ramp quickly. Xavier has no time to respond as he spins around and begins to eat right hands from the champion who has dropped her championship belt on the mats behind her.

Jerry:
And here's Hellkat, she just charged to the ring with a head full of steam and is now getting herself a piece of Xavier!

Tim:
She waited until Xavier was weakened before she came out here, what a coward.

Jerry:
If you ask me she was buying her time, waiting for the perfect opportunity and she ceased it.

Xavier continues to eat the hard right hands before Hellkat grabs him by the back of the head and slams him face first into the apron, nearly taking him off of his feet. He begins to stumble forward towards the barricade, turning around when Hellkat charges forward and clotheslines him over into the stands, the entire arena going insane. Xavier hits the cement hard before rising to his feet when Hellkat rushes forward once more and this time jumps over the barricade, landing on top of Xavier and taking them both down to the hard concrete floor below. She immediately lays into him with hard right hands as the fans around her go insane. The referee checks on the condition of Daemon Frost who is still holding his back in pain while Hellkat throws some hard rights into the cranium of Xavier. She finally stops and drags him to his feet before grabbing him by the back of the head and beginning to rush him towards the barricade, throught he screaming fans. He suddenly stops and turns, hooking one of Hellkat's arms and hop tossing her over the barricade back first onto the hard mats surrounding the ring. She yells in pain as she sits up, Xavier moving over the barricade slowly while holding his chin after the devastating right hands from the champion, already looking a bit exhausted. He quickly grabs Hellkat by her hair and pulls her to her feet before burying his shoulder into her gut and charging her spine first right into the exposed turnbuckle. She yells out in pain and falls onto her seat reaching for his back. Xavier rolls into the ring as the bell finally sounds to start the match. As he rises to his feet, finally getting a breather Daemon Frost steps in and chops him across the chest. The crowd goes crazy as Xavier backs into one of the turnbuckles with Frost stepping in throwing hard right hands into his forehead.

Tim:
God, everyone is targeting Xavier, that isn't fair.

Daemon grabs the top rope and begins to stomp Xavier to the stomach and to the chest before lifting him up and sitting him on the top rope. He throws a hard right into his chin, nearly knocking him off the top before climbing the ropes, getting onto the second one and placing X in a front facelock. Before he can hit the superplex Hellkat slides into the ring and steps up behind him, still favoring her back yet sticking her head up in between the legs of Frost, so that the back of his thighs are on top of her shoulders. The crowd has a mixed reaction as she steps backwards, pulling him away from Xavier in what appears to be position for an electric chair drop. Frost suddenly rolls forward, pulling a shocked Hellkat down into a victory roll as the fans go nuts.
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Hellkat rolls backwards, reversing the pin with her now sitting on the chest of Frost and holding onto the back of his legs.
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Frost kicks out. He and Hellkat rise to their feet quickly as Daemon attempts a right hand that she steps under. She drops down and grabs him by the back of his pants, rolling him backwards into a school boy.
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Frost kicks out even though Hellkat was still holding the back of his pants. She doesn't look happy as they both rise to their feet, Hellkat meeting him with right hands to the face and kicks to the mid section. She quickly grabs him by the back of the head and drags him into a front facelock for a DDT when Frost drops backwards, pulling her into a pinning northern lights suplex.
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Hellkat shoots her shoulder into the air at the last second. The two of them rise to their feet once again, this time Frost the agressor, making Hellkat eat a right hand. He then knees her to the gut and bends her forward, wrapping his arms around her waist for what appears to be a powerbomb. She quickly stands up, lifting Frost into the air and grabbing him by the back of his shins, looking to be going for an Alabama Slam. Yet Frost is able to gets his legs free, wrapping his arms around the waist of Hellkat and rolling her backwards into yet another pin attempt.
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No! Hellkat rolls backwards and gets onto her feet. Frost rises to his as well as they both give one another a long staredown. The crowd begins to cheer on the counter fest they've witnessed between the two.

Jerry:
A lot of near falls between these two!

Tim:
They were throwing every counter they had in the books at one another just now and yet it wasn't enough to keep the other down.

Daemon and Hellkat continue to have a staredown seemingly out of respect when Xavier flies in off the top rope and clothesline both of them down to the canvas. Immediately the fans drown the arena in boos. Xavier rises to his feet smirking beneath his mask and tapping his temple as he turns towards Frost and begins to stomp him repeatedly to the forehead and chest. He grabs him around the neck and pulls Frost to his feet quickly, then hits a brutal snap suplex. Yet he doesn't let go, rolling onto his knees and pulling Frost to his feet then delivering a second snap suplex. He spins his hips and gets onto his knees before standing up once more. He pulls Frost with him and prepares for a third suplex, lifting him into the air when Daemon shifts his weight and pulls pulls Xavier down into a small package.
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Xavier his brute strength to kick out. Both men stand up quickly and Xavier thumbs Frost in the eye, making him grab his face and stumble backwards into the turnbuckle. The Team Leader bends forward and charges in, spearing him to the gut violently. He then stands up and gives Daemon a hard knife edge chop that causes quite an echo. Frost tries to cover his chest yet Xavier does it once more, having the same devastating result. He now steps in front of Frost and begins to point at himself, mouthing off to the former champion when Hellkat steps up behind him and jumps into the air, her ankles going up beneath his armpits and dropping backwards, rolling him in reverse. His shoulders end up pressed to the canvas with Hellkat seated across the back of his legs.
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Frost jumps onto the second rope then dives forward, delivering a brutal front dropkick right to the face of Hellkat. The blow causes her to flip over backwards, landing on her stomach and chest. Frost gets to his feet as fast as he can yet Xavier beats him to the punch, lifting him into the air and dropping him groin first onto his knee. Daemon grabs himself and stumbles backwards before Xavier steps in and goes for a clothesline that he ducks under. He gets behind the back of X and wraps his arms around his waist before dropping backwards, hitting a huge release German suplex. Xavier slams into the ring hard then rolls over onto his knees appearing dazed by the move. Hellkat uses the ropes to pull herself up, shaking off the effects of that vicious front dopkick. She stands up and turns around when Daemon rushes in and clotheslines her over the ropes to the outside of the ring, looking furious against the women who took his World Heavyweight title. Hellkat lands feet first on the mats then turns and smacks into the announce table, bouncing off of it and tumbling onto her back.

Tim:
This fast paced action is getting a little too close for comfort Jerry.

Jerry:
You can say that again, for a second there I thought Hellkat was going right through our announce table.

Frost points over the ropes shouting at Hellkat when he turns around and steps towards Xavier who stands up and wraps his arms around the waist of Daemon. He drops back and throws Frost through the air with a belly to belly suplex that causes him to crash upside down with the turnbuckle. He smacks into it hard and falls forward, somehow landing on his feet and stumbling backwards with his hand over his spine. Xavier buries his shoulder into his spine and lifts him into the air before delivering a hard back drop suplex that shakes the ring. Xavier rises to his feet and approaches one of the turnbuckles seeing that he has Frost down in the center of the ring. He quickly scales one, rising to the top with Frost prone in the center of the ring. The crowd boos as he reaches the top and points down at Frost when Hellkat places her hand to the back of his leg and shoves him sideways off the turnbuckle. The force causes him to land groin first across one of the top ropes. He lets out a painful howl as the crowd moans, Hellkat scaling the turnbuckle he tumbled off of. She gets on the top rope then walks forward, balancing herself out as she steps across the ropes, then jumps into the air, wrapping her legs around the back of Xavier's head and pulling him off with a hurricarana that sends both of them crashing to the outside of the ring hard and to a huge response from the crowd. Frost rises in the ring as Hellkat does the same on the outside, Xavier laid out and holding his groin after the plummit onto the ropes. She turns towards the ring when Frost dives through the ropes and takes her out with a huge suicide headbutt. Both of them crash onto the mats, Frost landing on his knees.

Jerry:
Absolutely stunning acrobatics by both Frost and Hellkat!

Tim:
That idiot Frost probably did more damage to himself then he did Hellkat.

Dameon rises to his feet grabbing Hellkat by the hair and pulling her up. He gorrilla presses her into the air and drops her chest first onto the barricade. She stumbles backwards when Frost rushes shoulder first into her gut and charges her spine first into the apron, targeting her back. Hellkat lets out a roar of pain before she is grabbed by the back of the head and tights then rolled into the ring. Frost jumps onto the apron and grabs the top rope, preparing to flip over and do an acrobatic move. He jumps into the air when Xavier grabs him by the ankle and pulls him, causing him to crash face first onto the apron. Frost hits hard then lands on his back, grabbing his nose. Xavier quickly rises onto the apron then scales the ropes with Hellkat lying across her stomach on the canvas. He gets all the way to the top then dives forward, flying through the air and connecting with a textbook elbow drop right across her back. Hellkat roars in pain, rolling onto her side after the move as Xavier pushes her over and hooks her leg.
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Hellkat kicks out, making some of the fans cheer. Xavier in anger grabs her by the hair, pulling her up onto her feet when she throws an elbow in desperation to his chin, followed by another, then another. The shots begin to knock Xavier backwards, who is surely shocked by her refusal to be put down. Hellkat then kicks him hard to the gut causing him to bend forward before rushing backwards into the ropes only for Frost to reach up and low bridge her. She suddenly falls backwards over the ropes, tumbling to the outside and landing on her feet before stumbling backward and hitting the barricade with her back hard. Xavier continues to bend forward in pain as Daemon rises to his feet on the apron. The Team Leader in anger charges at him when Frost bends forward, driving his shoulder into his mid section through the ropes. Xavier bends forward yelling in pain as Frost grabs the top rope then uses it to dive forward, sliding over the back of his opponent and wrapping his arms around his waist. He rolls him backwards into a sunset flip when Xavier rolls over once again and grabs the legs of Frost, placing his shoulders against the back of them. He puts his legs up onto the second rope for leverage as the referee makes the count.
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Jerry:
Ref Xavier's feet are on the ropes!

Tim:
What are you talking about, I don't see anything.

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Daemon kicks out at the last second, Xavier dropping onto his knees as he argues the speed of the referee's count. He and Frost get to their feet at the same time and begin to exchange right hands with one another before Xavier gives him a hard knee to the gut then grabs him by the wrist. He whips towards the turnbuckle quickly, Frost suddenly jumping into the air and landing feet first on the second rope and flipping backwards, connecting with a moonsault onto Xavier. Both men crash onto the canvas with Frost hooking the leg of Xavier.
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The Team Leader kicks out as Frost rises onto his knees and holds three fingers into the ref's face, arguing with him as well. Xavier has already begun to rise to his feet as Frost quickly stands up and meets him with a hard right to the jaw, then delivers one more than knocks Xavier back first into the ropes. He grabs him by the wrist and quickly whips him across the ring when Xavier reverse it, pulling Daemon gut first into his knee. Frost bends forward when Xavier places him in a front facelock then lifts him into the air, before the crowd has a chance to respond he drags Daemon down to the canvas with the brainbuster DDT.

Tim:
The X-Man!!

Jerry:
Oh my God, it could be over!

Xavier desperately crawls on top of Frost who looks out of it, the ref dropping down and making the count.
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Hellkat flies into the scene off the top rope, hitting a leg drop across the back of Xavier's head, stopping the count and making the crowd go wild. Xavier rolls across the ring holding the back of his noggin, hitting the ropes and using them to begin pulling himself to his feet, as Hellkat crawls onto Daemon and hooks his leg.
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Xavier dives across the ring at the last moment and hits Hellkat to the back of her head with an elbow, breaking up the pin attempt. The crowd is standing in shock, really getting into this incredible match that has really gone back and forth between all three superstars. Hellkat gets to her feet stepping towards the exhausted Xavier who is lying on his stomach. In anger she steps over his back and pulls him into the Wrathscorn Ravager causing everyone to go crazy.

Jerry:
The Wrathscorn Ravager, this is what forced Xavier to tap out in their first match against one another!

Tim:
Xavier didn't tap, he was testing vibrations in the ring damnit!

The crowd stands hoping and preying Xavier submits to the modified Camel Clutch as he looks towards the ropes, desperate to reach them. Hellkat doesn't look to be providing him any leeway though. So he now begins to actually stand up, pushing himself upwards with all of his strength. Hellkat bends forward and wraps her arms around his throat, turning it into a sleeper hold as he begins to reach his feet. She now hangs off of his back with the sleeper still applied when Xavier reaches around with his arm and grabs her, pulling her around to his side and dropping her back first across his knee with a Canadian backbreaker. Hellkat yells in pain and drops onto her stomach holding her already badly damaged back.

Tim:
Absolutely amazing, Xavier countered the Wrathscorn Ravager and went right to the work on Hellkat's injured back. I don't think I've ever seen anyone do that before.

Jerry:
Neither of these three competitors will go down, they just keep going at it throwing absolutely everything at one another.

Xavier stands up and drops a knee into the spine of Hellkat, causing her to unleash another roar of pain before he he does it once again, really going to work on the small of her back. Daemon Frost has now rolled across the ring and under the ropes onto the apron, breathing heavily and looking to be light headed after recieving Xavier's finishing move. The Team Leader places his knees into the spine of Hellkat and wraps his hands around her chin, putting her in a chinlock while she continues to lie across her stomach on the canvas. She yells out in pain, desperately reaching for the ropes with all the damage that has done to her spine thus far. The crowd watches, hoping she can make it but it almost appears as if she's ready to tap out, her hand extending over the canvas. Suddenly she buries her fist into the ring and pushes herself upwards, showing true heart and determination as she begins to pull herself towards the ropes. Xavier looks shocked as he applies the chinlock a little tighter and digs his knee into her back even deeper. It won't stop the champion though as she claws her way towards the ropes, sweat streaming down her face before she finally reaches out, her hand wrapping around the second rope and everyone going crazy. The Team Leader gets to his feet acting furious before he grabs her by the ankle and begins to drag her towards the center of the ring. Hellkat suddenly begins to stand up on one leg, hopping up and down as Xavier continues to pull her. He mouths a few words at the champion when she suddenly jumps into the air and spins around, connecting with a hard enzugari across the back of his head. A dazed glint befalls the eyes of Xavier as he stands as stiff as a board for a moment then collapses face first onto the canvas, the fans going nuts. Xavier rolls onto his back looking to be in La La land after the impact as Hellkat rises to her feet and approaches the ropes. She steps through them and then looks out over the fans, appearing exhausted but ready to pull out a trademark manuever. She jumps onto the second rope then springs to the top before turning 180 degrees in mid air, coming down on top of Xavier with a springboard moonsault that brings everyone out of their seats.

Jerry:
The Draconoslam!! It's all over!

Tim:
No, kickout Xavier!

The referee slides in and makes the count.
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Frost grabs Hellkat by the legs and drags her off of Xavier before locking them around his own and placing her in the sharpshooter to a huge reaction from the sold out crowd. Everyone is going insane as Hellkat screams at the top of her lungs, tremendous pressure being placed on her legs and back. Hellkat shakes her head as the referee asks her rather or not she quits. Daemon places every ounce of strength he can into the sharpshooter, leaning backwards to put more pressure on Hellkat's back as she lifts her hand into the air, prepared to tap out. Once again she drives her claws into the canvas and looks all the way across the ring at the ropes. She now pushes herself up and begins to pull a surprised Daemon Frost with her towards the ropes. Some our cheering, some our booing, others are too shocked to form words as Hellkat continues to show her remarkable dedication, refusing to tap out and pulling herself inch by inch towards the ropes. Daemon tries to hold her in the center of the ring but can't. The referee watches closely as Hellkat moves across the ring at a slow pace, but now finds herself inches from salvation in the form of the ropes. She fights through her pain and reaches out in desperation, her fingers barely falling short when Frost suddenly drags her back to the center of the ring keeping the sharpshooter locked in. More cheers fill the sold out arena, everyone shocked by what they're seeing. Hellkat falls across the side of her face yelling in pain and seemingly no longer able to fight through the pain. Frost can feel the victory within his grasp as she lifts her hand into the air, prepared to tap out.

Jerry:
This is it, Hellkat is about to submit, the pain must be unbearable!

Tim:
She's about to tap, this is the end!

Hellkat's hand looks as if it is about to come down, flashblulbs exploding in the stands when Xavier steps in front of Frost and places him in a front facelock, dragging him off of her. The crowd is stunned, many booing as Xavier lifts Dameon into the air for another X-Man.

Tim:
The X-Man!!

Frost suddenly floats over the brainbuster DDT attempt, landing on his feet and wrapping his arms around the waist of Xavier. He lifts him into the air and drops back, hitting a beautiful German suplex with a bridge.
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Xavier gets his shoulder up at the last second, dropping onto his side while Frost falls onto his back. All three competitors look wore out in the center of the ring after what has been a brutal match. Hellkat is lying across her stomach still holding her back as Daemon Frost rises to his feet and approaches her. He reaches down and grabs her by the hair when she suddenly wraps her hands around the back of his head and rolls him up into a small package. The crowd is shocked as she reaches out with one hand and grabs the bottom rope for leverage.
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No! Frost kicks out at the last possible second, the fans beginning to cheer as loud as they can. Both he and Hellkat rise to their feet at the same time when Frost grabs her by the wrist and whips her across the ring. Suddenly Xavier stands up, bending forward and catches Hellkat coming in, backdropping her high into the air and over the ropes. She crashes into the mats hard then rolls onto her stomach holding her back in tremendous pain while many of the fans groan the force of the impact. Xavier now charges towards Frost who catches who him coming in, lifting him up into a huge twilt a whirl when the Team Leader spins out of, wrapping his arm around the neck of Frost and pulling him down into a DDT.
Tim:
A beautiful counter!

Xavier climbs onto Daemon Frost and hooks his leg, feeling the desperation in the air.
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Frost shoots his shoulder off the cnavas at the last second, causing Xavier to rise onto his knees, placing his hands over his face and shaking his head in disbelief. He finally sets his sights on the outside of the ring, looking at something. He rolls under the ropes and steps towards the time keeper, snatching the World Heavyweight title belt at their hand and nearly dragging them out of their seat. He steps towards the ring and rolls in looking obsessed with smacking Frost in the face with the belt. Daemon has rolled onto his hands and knees and crawled towards one of the turnbuckles as the referee checks on his condition.

Jerry:
Put the damn title belt down Xavier!

Tim:
He's going to clean Frost's clock!

Xavier lifts the belt above his head when Hellkat suddenly charges in and spears him to the midsection. The fans go crazy as Xavier flies backwards and slams hard into the canvas, Hellkat standing up and grabbing the World Heavyweight title belt, shouting at Xavier and holding her back in pain as she bends forward. Hellkat slowly turns around when Frost flies off the top rope and comes down knee first across the back of her, driving her down face first into the canvas with the FROST SPECIAL!!!

Jerry:
The Frost Special! I can't believe it, he hit that move out of nowhere!!

Tim:
Unbelievable!

The fans are going nuts as Frost rolls Hellkat onto her back and hooks her leg in a desperate fashion. The ref makes the count.
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The entire arena goes insane as Frost's entrance music erupts over the loud speakers.

Tim:
Frost has done it, he's done it ladies and gentlemen! He's defeated Hellkat and Xavier tonight!
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Jerry:
I'm shocked! In what was one of the most grueling matches I've ever seen Daemon Frost has finally gotten a measure of revenge against two people who have made his life a living hell over the past few weeks.

The crowd is still going insane as the referee raises an exhausted Frost's hand into the air, sweat pouring from his face and Hellkat lying motionless on the canvas with the belt in her hand. He slowly gets to his feet with his arms held high into the air looking triumphant as he leans on the referee for support.

Jerry:
What a triumphant moment for Daemon Frost.

Xavier looks to be fuming as he sits up holding his ribs, staring at Frost with his hands held up high. He quickly reaches out and grabs the title from the hand of Hellkat and gets to his feet. Frost turns around slowly when Xavier smacks him in the face with the championship gold. The entire arena beginning to flood with boos as Frost collapses to the canvas covering his face and rolling from side to side, Xavier staring down at him shaking his head and holding the title belt.

Jerry:
That no good son of a bitch Xavier! I can't believe he just hit Frost with the World title belt!

Tim:
He should have won this match, he knows it and I know it.

Frost rolls onto his side revealing that he has been busted open by Xavier, the blood beginning to flow down his face. The Team Leader drops the title and falls to his knees, beginning to punch Frost repeatedly and violently in the forehead, trying to open him up even more as he grabs him by the hair and yells into his face.

Jerry:
Somebody stop this, get security out here now!

Xavier finally stands up and spits on Frost before stepping towards the ropes and sliding between them, dropping to the outside of the ring. He backs up the ramp looking into the ring in a rage as EMTs and security charge past him, going to check on Frost. The entire arena is on it's feet booing Xavier as loud as they can as he just shakes his head and continues to walk up the ramp backwards, keeping his eyes on all those surrounding Frost who appears just as furious at the sight of his own blood after a hard fought victory. He rises to his knees slowly, pushing the EMTs and security personal aside as he points up the ramp at Xavier who points back continuing to mouth off.

Tim:
This thing is far from over between Xavier and Daemon Frost, I can tell you that much.

Hellkat stands up behind Frost holding the back of her head as security keeps her back, looking just as furious as Xavier and Daemon over everything that has happened.


Backstage

(Stevie James is sitting down in his new GM office his crotches either side of his chair, he turns on his PC and clicks on the mouse a couple of times looking at the attendance sheets, he writes a note down on a form in front of him then closes the application before looking up to the knock at his door, its Shane Leonard the co-GM, the two men seem friendly enough, although a slight tension can be sensed as Shane sits on the leather sofa across the room, he picks up a form and looks at it before looking back at Stevie.)

Shane:
So did you change the rules for this Battle Royal? Or royal rumble or whatever it is now?

(Stevie turns from his computer and faces Shane lifting his cup of coffee and taking a sip.)

Stevie:
Yeah I thought it would make it more interesting.

Shane:
Na, it’s a good idea, I like it…

(There a short silence.)

Shane:
Can I ask you something?

Stevie:
Of course you can, what’s wrong?

Shane:
...When you recover… are you going to get back in the ring, wrestle again?

(Stevie ponders the question for second.)

Stevie:
IF I recover, yes probably, I doubt ill give up this job, but ill most likely wrestle again, its what I do, its what I love…You know how it is Shane, we were both in HSW, the ring is our home, we can’t forget that.

(Shane nods.)

Stevie:
Why do you ask? Something bothering you?

Shane:
No…Just something somebody said to me earlier…It’s no big thing. Anyway I better get going, you aright to run the end of the show?

Stevie:
Yeah I’ll be fine…You should get going..

(Shane nods again and places the document down before taking his jacket and leaving the room, Stevie smiles before lifting his cell phone and pressing some digits before holding it against his ear.)

Stevie:
Kadi, hey its me Stevie…Yeah I’m good… No Isis has no idea your coming yet, maybe we can meet up tonight and discuss a managerial contract over dinner….Yeah…Ok how’s 8pm tonight? Ok…Cya then.

(He put the phone down and smiles as the camera heads back out into the arena.)


Battle Royal - World Heavyweight Title

Jerry Walters:
Who is Kadi?

Tim May:
I don’t know but even on crutches Stevie is still a hit with the ladies! God I envy him!

Jerry Walters:
A lot seemed to show from that confrontation of the GM’s both former lightweight wrestlers, both in the former HSW and both were rated as two of the best up and comers in the wrestling world, but it seems there is a small tension under the covers there?

Tim May:
What!?! No of course there isn’t they are the GM’s of the show and they can work as a team.

Jerry Walters:
Maybe it’s a matter of opinion but I for one saw something not quite right with what happened there…

Tim May:
Oh shut up Jerry…Terri Just got in the ring, do you mind if I drool now?

Jerry Walters:
Can you keep it controlled?

Tim May:
No!

Jerry Walters:
Oh god, give me strength!

(The cameras go to the ring where Terri Lynn Blaze can be seen standing in the centre of the ring taking in the whistles of the fans and the reaction from the males as her short skirt seems to show most of her long legs and her top leaves the imagination on the unemployment line. She raises the mic to her mouth and looking down at the cards in front of her she speaks.)

Terri Lynn Blaze:
By orders of GM Stevie James, this match has become a Royal Rumble, the rules are as follows, the match will start with 2 wrestlers entering the ring, after which another wrestler will enter every 2 minutes. A wrestler can only be eliminated by being thrown over the top rope with both feet touching the floor!

Jerry Walters:
Wow! A royal rumble, maybe this will become a regular Retribution thing?

Tim May:
If Terri where’s what she is every year, then bring on next year!

(The fans await the first opponent nobody having any idea who out of the 7 involved will be first to come out.)

Jerry Walters:
So who is it going to be? Remember there is going to be a distinct disadvantage to whoever comes out first, there may only be 7 guys involved in this match, but none of them are going to go out easy.

Tim May:
6 guys and 1 girl actually!

Jerry Walters:
Ah yes! You would be right I apologise.

(Suddenly Step It up by drowning pool hits and the fans stand up booing loudly as the High Roller and new hardcore champion Bullseye walks out, he looks hurt and injured and steps out on the rampway obviously holding back the pain, he seems to be reluctant to leave the title anywhere as he readjusts it again on his shoulder obviously very proud of it, he walks down the ramp ignoring the booing fans and reaches the apron, he places his title in the corner and jumps up onto the apron before entering the ring an awaiting his opponent.)

Jerry Walters:
Well the injured Bullseye, he ignored the warnings of Doctors and officials and even spoke up to new GM Shane Leonard, but can he prove them all wrong and win his second title in one night.

Tim May:
How glorious would that be Jerry! Sheryl would make him the King of the High Rollers without a doubt!

Jerry Walters:
Quite possibly, but he took a beating earlier during his match against Monoxide and maybe this will be just to much for him.

(Suddenly ‘Faint’ By Linkin Park hits the speakers and the fans suddenly pop as they realise the bar has just been raised, the video of Magnum hits the big screen and the fans just get louder with boos as he steps out onto the top of the ramp, he jumps from foot to foot stretching his arms, before walking down the ramp, Bullseye is looking all fired up in the ring and is prepared for him, taunting him in the ring, Magnum smiles and gladly accepts running down the remainder of the ramp and sliding under the bottom rope but Bullseye is instantly on him stomping on his back again and again, before falling to his knee and slamming forearm and forearm into Magnums back, he gets back to his feet and stomps a little more on the larger Magnum. He picks him up and leans him against the rope hitting some more boots to his mid-section then hitting a sharp right hand to the jaw of Magnum, he grabs the 6ft 10” mans arm and attempts to throw him across the ring, but Magnum counters and throws Bullseye, the hardcore champion flies off the ropes but as he comes back finds himself running face first into the lunging big boot of Magnum!)

Jerry Walters:
Oh! Big boot by Magnum and Bullseye really got the worst luck in this match, after his hardcore match tonight, the first pick is not what he wanted tonight and to face a fresh Magnum is not what he wanted either.

Tim May:
Bullseye is already hurt, that boot seems to have nearly knocked him out.

Jerry Walters:
Already Bullseye is motionless.

(Magnum lifts Bullseye and with all his force throws him hard into the turnbuckle so hard in fact Bullseye doesn’t even have time to turn around and let his back take the pressure instead he goes chest first right into the top turnbuckle and bounces back out, but Magnum sees this and charges off the ropes…M-LINE (clothesline from hell.)!!! BULLSEYE IS OUT COLD! Magnum taunts the booing fans and picks the deadweight of Bullseye back up he lifts him into a gorilla press showing his ultimate strength but just as he goes to throw him over the ropes Bullseye manages to counter, not offensively but he scrambles down the back of Magnum, he stumbles backwards but gets his footing and charges back at Magnum but right into the waiting hand that lifts him and send him down with a huge chokeslam.
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Jerry Walters:
Who is the next person out?

Tim May:
Do I actually look like I know!?!

Jerry Walters:
Fair point!

(The lights inside the arena dim as "Lies" by Evanescence begins to play with a harmonious 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 various 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.
He stops at the apron and takes his jacket off as Magnum stands in the ring waiting for him, cautiously he steps on the apron and then through the ropes, but as soon as he does Magnum lunges toward him, Killjoy follows suit and the tow men lock up, Magnum holds the smaller man in a headlock, quickly trying to get the upper hand, but Killjoy suddenly slams elbows into his stomach, again and again, he eventually gets Magnum to let go and as he does Killjoy hits a thunderous uppercut that knocks Magnum stumbling backwards! He shakes the cobwebs but Killjoy is there, he charges Magnum with a clothesline, but the man doesn’t go down, he runs off the ropes and then hits Magnum with another clothesline, he swings his arms managing to stay on his feet. Killjoy runs off the ropes again, but Magnum lifts his foot but Killjoy sees it coming and doges it running against the next set off ropes, Magnum turns and goes for a big clothesline but again Killjoy ducks it and continues on across the ring, Magnum again turns but this time turns right into a huge flying shoulder block that takes him right off his feet. Bullseye is back up now as well, both Bullseye and Killjoy begin double teaming Magnum booting him into the corner against the bottom turnbuckle then both men begin stomping on him.)

Jerry Walters:
Now this could prove effective, Magnum is the biggest man in the match and Bullseye and Killjoy have chosen to fight the man together and double there chances of wearing him down. If they can eliminate Magnum first then they can deal with each other afterwards.

Tim may:
Well it’s the High Rollers Intelligence Jerry.

Jerry Walters:
But Killjoy is now Coven??

Tim May:
Yeah. Erm… But he is helping Bullseye so he is erm…Being influenced

(They pick Magnum up and both grab an arm each before trowing him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle, Bullseye charges in after him but Magnum counters lifting his foot right into the face of Bullseye and knocking him down to the mat, but the big man moves quick and before Killjoy can react Magnum charges out hitting him with a big clothesline taking him to the mat. He gets back up but again is clotheslined down. Bullseye in a daze reaches his feet as well but Magnum runs at him from behind before grabbing the back of his head and with all his power throws Bullseye clear over the top rope and to the outside of the ring!)

Jerry Walters:
Bullseye is out!

Tim May:
WHAT!?! He was injured Jerry! He was injured! That’s why!!!!

Jerry Walters:
Why did I know you would say that!?! Well here comes the next wrestler…

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Suddenly the fans pop as Sean Johnson’s music hits and his video plays over the big screen, Magnum is standing by the ropes awaiting his arrival but the fans go wild as Johnson appears from the crowd, he slides in the ring and grabs Magnum from behind and uses his momentum to get Magnum half way over the ropes, he uses all his pressure to try and push him all the way over but Magnum is holding on to the ropes with all he has in him, Johnson holds him n place and uses his free arm to slam forearms into Magnums back, the fans are on there feet to see if Magnum is eliminated but Johnson gives up and hits him with a big right hand that knocks Magnum back into the corner, Johnson slams some boots into his mid-section before climbing to the middle rope and grabbing Magnums head slowly slamming right hand after right hand into his head. Suddenly though Magnum grabs Sean and steps away from the corner, he falls backwards and drops Johnson face first into the turnbuckle, Johnson stumbles backwards stunned by the blow but Magnum is up and grabs him by the head throwing him over the top rope, but Johnson holds on and swings himself back to the apron his right leg nearly touch him the floor, Magnum sees him and begsin stomping on him trying to get him off the apron, but from behind Killjoy charges the back of Magnums knee, knocking the big man to the mat. Johnson quickly takes the time to roll back into the ring.)

Jerry Walters:
Close shave for Johnson, we nearly saw our second elimination already!!

Tim May:
Killjoy and Sean now doing what Killjoy and Bullseye started and double teaming Magnum, but Killjoy ha a good idea, he is attacking the leg of Magnum, now if he injures the big mans knee, the power moves Magnum uses will become hard to impossible to use.

Jerry Walters:
Yes good strategy by Killjoy in this match

(Killjoy stomps on the knee of Magnum then again, before grabbing his leg and locking in a figure four leg lock, shade of Ric Flair as Magnum cries out in pain but Sean Johnson just kneels over him landing in some hard right hands over and over, before standing to his feet and hitting a big leg drop across the throat of Magnum as he does the counter begins again, 10,
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Suddenly ‘In The Shadows’ by Rasmus hits the speakers and the fans jump to there feet in excitement, the cheers nearly shaking the Metro Arena as Orlando Cruze walks out, he looks pissed and storms down the ramp pointing at Johnson who looks shocked Orlando has come out, Cruze slides under the rope and quickly gets to his feet ducking the clothesline attempt by Johnson who turns to face him but right into a right hand that knocks him to the canvas, he is right back up but straight into another one and another one, Cruze throws him off the ropes hitting Johnson with a huge back body drop as he comes back at him, Sean slowly gets back up, he stumbles back a step then turns to Orlando who grabs his legs and pulls them from under him taking him to the floor…Suddenly he locks it in…DEFCON 5 (walls of Jericho)!!!! SEAN IS CRYING OUT LOUD!!! HE BEGINS TO TAP!!! Orlando knows he can’t win like that but holds the move in anyway but suddenly out of nowhere Killjoy appears firing off a right hand to the jaw of Orlando that causes him to let go of the hold, Killjoy then clothesline Orlando to the mat he picks him back up and walks him to the corner slamming his head against the turnbuckle before turning him back to the turnbuckle and hitting a huge knifehand chop right across the chest and another, he then grabs the arm of Orlando and attempts to throw him across the ring but Orlando counters and throws Killjoy so hard the man hits the turnbuckle and flies right over the top of it and onto the apron but Orlando charges and clothesline Killjoy right off the apron and face first into the crowd barrier on the outside!)

Jerry Walters:
KILLJOY IS OUT!

Tim May:
Jesus! Orlando eliminated Killjoy with authority damn it!

Jerry Walters:
That he did! But look out, behind Orlando!?!

(Johnson is set up behind Orlando…Cruze turns….TITANIC KICK!!! OH THAT MADE A HUGE CONNECTION!!!! Cruze is flat out in a star position on the mat, Johnson goes to attack Orlando more but Magnum is getting back to his feet and Sean quickly runs across to him kicking away the back of his knee before placing it on the bottom of the rope, he then jumps up and lands right across the joint of the knee!
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Jerry Walters:
My god look at Creed and Johnson on the outside the intensity is amazing!

Tim May:
Its not to bad in the ring either.

Jerry Walters:
No you’re right this match has really stepped up now and it was a great match in my opinion before, the fans are loving this!

(Magnum starts shouting at Orlando abut his wife before standing over him and mocking him, but with all his anger Orlando raises his leg kicking Magnum right in the crown jewels! Magnum grabs his groin and falls to his knees as Orlando gets to his feet, he grabs Magnum b the chin and sizes him up before firing a huge right hand to the jaw, he holds him by the chin again and again hits a devastating right hand, but to no real effect he ten runs off the ropes and as he comes back lifts his boot slamming it right into the face of Magnum knocking him onto his back. He stamps on his forehead in a temper before sitting him up and locking in a rear chin lock to wear Magnum down further.
On the outside of the ring Creed is laying into Johnson, he slams him against the crowd barrier before slamming him face first into the ring apron knocking him to the floor, he kneels under the apron and pulls out a cookie tray slamming it viciously across the back of Johnson and again and again, Johnson gets to his feet and turns to Creed, but Creed just slams the cookie tray over his head knocking him right back down. He throws the tray aside before giving into the hordes of officials ordering him to get back in the ring, he rolls in after throwing Sean in and lays down on his chest alongside Johnson however placing his hand over the throat of Johnson and putting his weight across it causing Johnson to go red in the face from it, he lets go causing Sean to choke for air.
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Jerry Walters:
Well here comes the last name and we know it now to be Celestra and what a chance she has here now!

Tim May:
She has the easy number, the very last calling and there is a lot of tired faces in there now.

Jerry Walters:
Well Celestra wont be 100% herself after facing Brooks earlier on tonight but she will be more then determined to win this and be going to the main event at the huge Pay Per View coming in July Nuclear Warfare.

(Celestra walks out to her normal entrance and smiles at the mixed reaction from the fans, she simply ignores them and watches as the men in the ring fight it out between them, she stand on the outside of the ring and simply watches, none of the men have seen her yet and she just stalks them all waiting for her moment.
Orlando drags Magnum to the corner slamming boots into his chest again before kneeling across his chest pushing him down into the turnbuckle applying pressure to his upper body, across the ring Sean Johnson is rested against the ropes trying to get his breathe back after poking Creed in the eyes and causing him to fall to the floor. Creed thought gets back up, but Johnson is on him he slams a right into the face of Creed and another, before throwing him at the ropes but Creed counters and throws Johnson, sean comes off the ropes and right into the grapple of Creed who lifts him on his shoulders and hits a big Samoan drop, Sean instantly grabs his back as if tweaking a nerve and rolls away using the ropes to quickly get back up but Creed sees him and charges him with a big clothesline taking him right over the ropes and to the outside of the ring! Johnson is Eliminated! Creed lean over trash talking Sean but suddenly from outside the ring Celestra slides in and grabs Creed by his lower attire and throws him out of the ring and to the outside right next to Johnson! Creed instantly gets to his feet and looks back in the ring to see Celestra laughing out loud at him, he tries to jump back in but the referees stop him, suddenly though Johnson attacks him, the two men start fighting outside the ring now!)

Jerry Walters:
This match has become chaotic damn it! Johnson and Creed are going at it outside the ring here and all the officials are right in front of us trying to break it up!

Tim May:
Creed is such a saw loser Jerry! Celestra got him fair and square and he is just crying because he lost!

Jerry Walters:
No, Celestra through him out cheaply only seconds after Creed got rid of his long time enemy Sean Johnson!

(Orlando stomps on the knee of Magnum again after dragging him back toward the middle of the ring, he then stomps on it again a second time before grabbing the legs off Magnum and calling for the Defcon 5 but as he does Celestra comes out of nowhere and hits him with a huge Superkick to the face knocking him to the mat.
She grabs Magnum instead and locks in a legbar, Magnum has took a lot of pressure to that knee during this match and Celestra is desperate to make him tap as she locks the hold in harder, but he doesn’t, she lets go and straightens his leg out along the canvas before jumping up and hitting a big leg drop right across the joint of the knee she stands up again but Orlando rushes her and hits her with a huge clothesline that knocs her inside out! Magnum grabs the rope and tries to stand up but Orlando sees this and kicks away the back of his knee before again placing his leg on the ropes, he jumps up and drops all he has over it causin Magnum to shout out in pain, he sets the leg up again and jumps up but Magnum counters and uses his other foot to push Orlando right over the top rope, but Orlando manages to land on the apron but nearly losses his footing, Magnum manages to force himself up and hits Orlando with a big right hand and another he steps back an goes for a clothesline but Cruze sees it coming and falls to the apron pulling the top rope down causing Magnum to full right out of the ring and to the outside!!)

Jerry Walters:
OH MY GOD!!!! MAGNUM IS OUT!!! QUICK THINKING BY ORLANDO AND HE IS GONE!!!

Tim May:
Wait a minute Jerry!?! Creed and Johnson are still fighting here and the referees haven’t seen a thing!

Jerry Walters:
Well Magnum is still hurt outside the ring, Can Orlando finish this quickly??

(Cruze steps back in the ring but receives a big punch from Celestra and another, she boots him in the stomach then tries to throw him in the corner but he counters and throws her, she hits the turnbuckle but sees Cruze trying to follow it up and lifts her foot slamming it into his face knocking him backwards, she jumps to the middle turnbuckle before jumping off and hitting a big dropkick knocking Cruze down She then grabs Orlando and holds him against the rope lifting obne of his legs and putting all her weight behind trying to get him out!)

Jerry Walters:
I could be proved wrong here! Celestra could win this thing!

Tim May:
She has Orlando in position, just a little more!

Jerry Walters:
Will she do this, can Celestra shock the world and become the new World Heavyweight Champion????

(She pushes harder nearly having Cruze over but suddenly the boos erupt as Magnum slides back in the ring the officials completely unaware he lays on the edge of the apron as the officials walk back into position a couple of referee trying to control Creed and Johnson as the two fight all the way to the back. He grabs the top rope and then forces his way up, the boos are getting louder and louder, suddenly he charges Celestra and throws her over, Orlando falls with her and both of them hit the ground suddenly the bell rings and Faint by Linkin Park hits the speakers… Magnum falls to his knees as the boos erupt louder, the head official at ringside gets in the ring and hands him the Belt and raises his arm, Magnum can’t take his eyes away from the belt the smile plastered across his face.)

Jerry Walters:
I DON’T BELIEVE THIS! WHAT A FUCKING SCREW JOB! ORLANDO HAD HIM ELIMINATED!

Tim May:
That was one of the best things I have seen all night! Fucking brilliant! Orlando must be thinking the worst right now! And Celestra, both thought they were going to make history but they just got beat at the last hurdle!

Jerry Walters:
We have a new World Champion and it is Magnum which means at Nuclear Warfare, Hell in a Cell it will be Magnum one on one with Hellkat to unify the titles! But in no way does this son of a bitch deserve it!

Tim May:
A great champion take initiative Jerry! Magnum done that, officials were out of place, he done the same thing any man would, Celestra and Orlando were just unlucky.

(The sound of Faint by Link Park just plays louder now as Magnum gets to his feet, he walks to the turnbuckle and climbs the middle rope raising the title above his head as Orlando looks on the expression on his face one of anger, Magnum just smiles at him and begins telling him “to go see his wife and tell her he lost.” He jumps down from the turnbuckle and looks at the belt again before throwing it over his shoulder the ULW symbol in the corner marking the show is about to end as Magnum and Orlando just stare each other down.)

Jerry Walters:
Where out of time here in Newcastle, England at the Metro centre, but what a night its been and what an event we have had! It’s been everything we expected and more and next week on FUF we begin the road to the huge Nuclear Warfare PPV at Madison Square Garden.

Tim May:
And what a way to start that road, an 8 man tag both tag champions, hardcore champions and world champions involved and the meeting we have been waiting for since HSW synscope back in the March of this year, finally, AWOL and Lethal will go head to head.

Jerry Walters:
Join Us Next week at FUF Ladies and Gentleman….GOODNIGHT!!!!!!!