The ULW symbol resonates upon a solid black background before fading into the darkness.

A graveyard, a rather typical scene is shown in the forefront of a camera. The lens pans in slowly, past the rather cryptic graves gathered upon its sides. Their stone, cold features accented by the bright glowing moon hanging fully over head, piercing the darkness abroad. Chilling music plays in the background, as if it were something that you’d hear emanating from the speakers at a cheesy haunted home or during a disturbing scene in an old horror film. A Charleton Heston like voice speaks at a melancholiac tone in the background.

Fain would I sing, but fury makes me fret,
And Rage hath sworn to seek revenge of wrong;
My mazed mind in malice so is set,
As Death shall daunt my deadly dolours long;
Patience perforce is such a pinching pain,
As die I will, or suffer wrong again.

Black and white images of Nathan Creed seated in a confessional are shown as he raises his face into the air in order to stare into the camera, nothing but darkness surrounding him. The music begins to pick up in the background while the camera pans in on Nathan’s eyes, taking us to black and white images of Hunter forcing him to tap out to the Bite and then chuckling to himself afterwards. The camera continues to cut through the graveyard, closing in on something of a very irregular fashion. Standing before its frame is a grave, open, and dug up, a pile of dirt located at its side. A shovel lifts into the air from within, throwing dirt into the air and onto the mound. Silencer is now featured, dropping onto his knees before a giant crucifix, located in the forefront of a church. His arms are extended out to his sides as he collapses onto his knees, a far off look on his face, the only light provided in the building being provided by the stain glass windows behind the crucifix. The concerned eyes of Jesus are shown, staring down into the face of Silencer. More black and white footage is featured as we see Silencer accidently hitting Cruze with the superkick. Orlando is now shown giving Silencer the Rock Bottom.

I am no sot, to suffer such abuse
As doth bereave my heart of his delight;
Nor will I frame myself to such as use,
With calm consent, to suffer such despite;
No quiet sleep shall once possess mine eye
Till Wit have wrought his will on Injury.

The shovel continues to fly upward in front of the camera, sending dirt flinging into the pile, impatiently digging up something of great importance. AWOL is featured seated behind a board with chess pieces spread across it, all of them featuring religious symbols. He grabs the piece and knocks over another before Mayhem, who was seated on the other side of the table, rises, knocking the chess board over in slow motion. The pieces are shown, in slow motion still, striking the marble floor and flipping over in the process. We see another black and white image of Killjoy and Ravnos assaulting Mayhem in the Xtreme title match. Ravnos holds a chain around Mayhem’s neck while Killjoy stomps him to the forehead in anger. The music in the background picks up in intensity as AWOL is shown storming out from the back in a rage. Asher Dubois is featured kneeling at the base of a wall with a rosary dangling from his hands as the camera shifts to Shinzan Valfane dragging him down knee first into the concrete.

My heart shall fail, and hand shall lose his force,
But some device shall pay Despite his due;
And Fury shall consume my careful corse,
Or raze the ground whereon my sorrow grew.
Lo, thus in rage of ruthful mind refus'd, I rest reveng'd on whom I am abus'd.

The mysterious digger is featured once again, throwing the shovel out of the open grave and onto the mound of dirt. The figure bends forward, reaching down for something. Cruze giving Silencer the Rock Bottom, Hunter forcing Nathan to tap out, Shinzan assaulting the knee of Asher Dubois, Chris Hunter seated on a hospital bed and lowering his head in sadness, all flash across the screen. The figure grabs the rims of a coffin and rips the top portion asunder, throwing it creaky wooden surface aside. The word, “Retribution” is exposed within the coffin. Its green surface melts away as we’re taken to the inside of the arena. Fireworks explode from the specially crafted stage, which features a giant gray cryptic cross in the center, the titontron placed on the middle of it, with separate entrance areas as it’s sides. The fans are going nuts in the stands, all of them jumping up and down as fireworks continue to explode from the rafters and the stage as well as shooting off the cross. The entire arena is pumped, everyone going nuts for what lies ahead, perhaps the payperview event of the century.

Douglas: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Retribution, on a night that is going to be simply spectacular!

The camera switches from the rabid crowd to the commentators, two men seated behind the announce table, one Douglas, and the other a skinny gentleman in a pear of glasses and gray suit.

Dan: If your joining us live tonight, then your in for a treat. We’ve got five huge matches booked, three of which being title matches. Each one brings with it some type of history, and I cannot wait to see every battle we have on the card tonight unfold. Rather it be Nathan Creed challenging for the Livewire title, the Double Stakes Shoot Out, the tag match between the Gathering and Chaos, or the huge World title match between Orlando Cruze and the challenger, Silencer.

Guest Commentator: Oh my God! That sounds like a great card here tonight for ECW’s Hardcore Heaven.

Douglas *Sighs* And joining me tonight, is a man so stuck in the 90's that he still watches Sienfeld, ECW announcer, Joey Styles.

Joey Styles: I am so pumped to be here tonight, to watch some violent, deadly, disgusting action.

Dan: Then your in the right place.



TOO MAGNIFICENT XTREME INVITATIONAL


Dan Douglas: “You may get to see some of that explicit violence Joey, because what we have up next is the Xtreme title invitational. The new Xtreme champion, Too Magnificent, has challenged anyone on the roster to come into this match and try to defeat him for the Xtreme title. As far as we have been able to tell, only Mayhem and Poppa Cheery have answered that challenge.”

Joey Styles: “Joey Styles here coming to you from ULW Annihilation. Tonight we have two great superstars, no, make that warriors going up against each other in a drag’em out, beat’em up, hardcore battle to the finish. Remember, these men are trained professionals and are only seen here in U L Dubba.”

Dan Douglas: “As you can see, Joey Styles, the voice of the former ECW is here tonight doing colour commentary in what is the last ever night for our special guest commentators. Wait a minute, didn’t we just do this”

Red fireworks shoot into the arena, as "Wait and Bleed" blasts throughout the arena. Another shower of red sparklers descends from the top of the entrance, and, as the smoke clears, Poppa Cherry stands, smiling wide, with a beautiful 18-19 year old girl on each side of him. The girls are scantily clad, but walking with an air of innocence, and they make their way to the ring. Poppa is wearing a long, sparkling, black and red robe. He winks at various women in the audience as he grows closer to the ring, and takes time to check out the girl at each side of him. After walking onto the ring apron, the girls lift up each side of the top rope, giving Poppa some room to climb through. After entering the ring, he spins with his arms open, taking in the camera flashes and the crowd, another shower of red fireworks shoots from the four ring posts. After the fireworks stop, he beckons the two girls to the middle of the ring beside him, and they slowly disrobe him, kissing his chest, arms, and shoulders as they are revealed. He smiles, and nods his head back, and the two girls join into a triple kiss with him. After a minute, he shoos them away, and they head to the back.

Dan Douglas: “Poppa Cherry looks to be one of the faster rising stars in ULW at the moment and with girls like those following him around, I’m not surprised at all. What do you think Joey?”

Joey Styles: “CAT FIGHT!! CAT FIGHT!!”

Dan Douglas: “Right then.”

The Most Sadistic by Necro begins to play. The crowd breaks out into boos as Too Magnificent makes his way out onto the stage with two titles on his shoulders. He takes the titles off his shoulders and holds them up in the sir proudly before making his way down to the ring. As he walks down to the ring, he holds the titles out to the fans only to pull them away saying “you are not good enough to touch my titles”. Too Mag makes his way around the ring and place one of the belts, the magnificent title, on the timekeepers table before climbing into the ring and holding up the Xtreme title. The referee takes the title from Too Mag and hands it off to the timekeeper before calling for the bell to begin the match.

Dan Douglas: “Now here is a man who is so arrogant that he has a title named after himself. I guess this way he can always call himself champion. However we should remember that Too Mag has been the ULW Livewire champion earlier in his career here so we should take him most seriously.”

Joey Styles: “OH MY GOD!!! WHAT A CHAMPION!!!”

Dan Douglas: “Right then.”

Poppa and Mag begins circling each other in order to build tension before locking up. Poppa goes in for the lock up but Mag drops to the mat and out of the ring. Poppa looks to the referee wondering what’s going on with this. Mag walks over to the announcer’s table and sits on it and points behind Poppa. Poppa turns around and gets clotheslined out of his boots by Mayhem. Mag climbs into the ring and boots Mayhem in the face. Mag climbs back out of the ring and pulls out a steel chair before climbing back into the ring. When Poppa and Mayhem start getting back on their feet, Mag takes them down with chair shots to the head. Mag pulls Poppa and Mayhem together and goes for a cover across both men. The referee slides over to make the count.

1…

2… kick out by both men.

Mag gets up and goes for the chair. As Mag bends over to pick up the chair, Poppa runs over and hits Mag with a bulldog onto the steel chair. Mag lies on the ground, a small cut begins to bleed on is forehead. Poppa picks Mag up and whips him across the ring into Mayhem who picks up Mag, spins him around and slams him forcefully to the mat with a huge Anderson style spine buster. Mayhem gets up and spits in Mag’s face before looking up and getting clotheslined out of the ring by Poppa. Poppa turns around and goes for the cover on Mag.

1…

Mag throws Poppa off him in an amazing show of power.

Mag gets up, bringing Poppa with him. Mag whips Poppa into the ropes and on the bounce back Mag throws Poppa into the air and catches him with a one handed shoulder slam. Mag gets up and climbs up onto the second rope, he looks out at the crowd that boos him for a moment. Mag gives the crowd the finger before jumping off the second rope with a huge leg drop right across the throat of Poppa. Instead of going for the cover, Mag climbs out of the ring and goes looking for something else under the ring to nail his opponents with but instead he gets hit with a trash can to the head by Mayhem. Mayhem hits Mag on the head with the can again before picking him up and whipping Mag into the ring post. Mag now lies on the ground with blood trickling down his face. Mayhem walks over and picks Mag up just in time to find Poppa jumping over the top rope with a senton bomb that knocks all three men to the floor.

Dan Douglas: “Too Mag is busted right open from that shot to the head. These ring posts can sure do a lot of damage when you are thrown into them at high speeds. What do you think Joey?”

Joey Styles: “OH MY GOD!! HE’S BUSTED WIDE OPEN!! I’VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHIG SO HARDCORE IN MY LIFE!!”

Dan Douglas: “Woah, get on the decaf there buddy. It’s only a small amount of blood.”

Out of the three, Poppa is the first one to his feet. He picks up Mayhem and throws him over the security railing before turning back to Mag. Poppa picks up Mag and drags him over to the announcer’s table. Dan & Joey move out of the way as Poppa places Mag onto the table and heads for the ring. Poppa climbs up onto the ring apron before climbing up onto the top rope. Poppa stops and gets the crowd behind him before jumping off the top rope with his trademark ”Spotlight” elbow drop. At the last second, Mag rolls off the table onto the floor thus leaving Poppa to go crashing through the table giving Mag the chance for the cover which he does. The referee climbs out of the ring to make the count.

1…

2…

3…

No! Mayhem appears out of nowhere and breaks up the count at the last second.

Mayhem picks Mag up and rolls him into the ring before beginning to look under the ring for more weapons. Mayhem brings out a couple of trash cans, some lids, a baseball bat, a roll of barbwire, a steel chair and a table. He throws everything into the ring making the ring look like a dump. Mayhem climbs into the ring and picks up one of the trash can lids and taunts Mag into getting up. Eventually Mag slowly makes his way up onto his feet. Mayhem slams the lid onto the head of Mag only to have him stagger about. Mayhem hits Mag again and still Mag continues to stagger around the ring. Mayhem bounces back off the ropes and cracks the lid over Mag’s head a third time, finally making Mag fall to the mat. Mayhem drags Mag over to the corner and props him up against it. He then picks p a trash can and lays it across the face of Mag before backing up into the opposite corner. The crowd cheers as they know what is coming on next. Mayhem charges across the ring and drop kick’s the can into Mag’s face. Mayhem smiles as he looks outside of the ring and notices that Poppa is still out of it. He turns his attention to Mag once again and drags him out of the corner. Mayhem stands over Mag motioning that the belt is now his once again before arrogantly placing a foot on Mag’s chest for the cover. The referee makes his way over for the count.

1…

2…

3…

No! Mayhem is attacked from behind by Ravnos.

Ravnos hits Mayhem across the back with a double axe handle smash the drops Mayhem to his knees. Ravnos grabs Mayhem by the back of the head and throws him out of the ring and onto the floor.

Dan Douglas: “What the? Ravnos has come out and interfered in this Xtreme title match up. But I guess that doesn’t mean anything because the Xtreme division here in ULW means anything goes and anyone can come into this thing at anytime.”

Joey Styles: “WHAT?!! RAVNOS, THE BIG MONSTER FROM THE GATHERING HAS MADE HIS WAY OUT TO RINGSIDE AND LOOKS TO HAVE MAYHEM FIRMLY IN HIS SIGHTS!! THERE IS GOING TO BE BLOODSHED AND CHAOS CAUSED HERE AT ULW RETRIBUTION LIVE ON PAY-PER-VIEW!!”

Dan Douglas: “Is there anyway to turn your volume down? I swear I’m glad this is the last week of this shit.”

Ravnos stands in front of Mayhem, making Mayhem spend more energy on getting to his feet. When Mayhem gets to his feet he goes right in the face of Ravnos, which only blinds him to the fact that Killjoy is sneaking up behind him with a brick in hand. Killjoy slams the brick over the back of Mayhem’s head which makes Mayhem drop like a sack of shit. Both Killjoy and Ravnos stomp away on Mayhem while back in the ring, Poppa has made his way back in and goes to cover Mag but before the referee can ever get close enough to do the count, Mag kicks out. Poppa stomps on the back of Mag’s head but it doesn’t seem to be affecting Mag at all. Mag begins to shake as he slowly gets back up to his feet. When Mag is high enough, Poppa starts laying in punches to the head of Mag but again it is no use. Eventually Mag and Poppa are standing face to face, Mag looking very pissed off as blood streams down his face. Poppa backs up and uses the ropes to gain extra momentum as he goes for a clothesline but only succeeds in knocking Mag back enough that Mag has to take a step. Mag thumps his own chest and yells at Poppa to try again and hit him harder. Poppa bounces off both ropes and jumps in the air with the clothesline hoping to knock Mag down but it doesn’t do a thing. Mag picks Poppa up by the neck and choke slams Poppa right into the mat. Mag drops onto his knees and covers Poppa. The referee counts it.

1…

2…

3…

No! Poppa kicks out at the last second.

Mag looks at the referee and grabs him by the neck. Mag yells at the referee before choke slamming him to the mat just like he did to Poppa. Mag picks up the referee and throws him out of the ring and then goes to work on the head of Poppa with the steel chair. Outside the ring; Ravnos picks up Mayhem and puts him on his shoulder. Ravnos runs at the ring post and slams Mayhem’s head against it. Killjoy walks over to Mayhem and kneels down in front of him with a cheese grater. Killjoy takes the cheese grater to the head of Mayhem, cutting big chunks of skin out of his forehead. Mayhem scream out in pain as his flesh is ripped from his head. Other referee’s and security staff run don to the ring to bring some order to the chaos only to find themselves getting knocked back by Ravnos. One of the referee’s makes it into the ring to continue the bout. Inside the ring Mag is still slamming a steel chair on the head of Poppa, creating a stream of blood that looks to be coming from the side of Poppa’s head. The referee pushes Mag out of the way only to get hit by the chair that Mag still holds.

Joey Styles: “OH MY GOD!! TOO MAG HAS GONE OUT OF CONTROL!! THIS MATCH HAS TURNED INTO A BLOODFEST!! I’M GLAD THAT WE ARE UP HERE IN THE CONTROL CENTER AND NOT DOWN THERE ON THE FLOOR!!”

Dan Douglas: “Uh Joey, we are on the floor.”

Joey Styles: “TAZPLEX!! HE HIT HIM WITH THE TAZPLEX!! OH MY GOD!!!”

Dan Douglas: “Weirdo”

Outside the ring, the assault on Mayhem continues. Killjoy picks up Mayhem and gives him a Russian leg sweep into the security railing before crawling over to the ring and pulling out a table. The table has light tubes glued onto it and the whole thing is wrapped in barbwire. Killjoy takes a lighter out of his pocket and lights the table on fire before picking Mayhem up. We hear Killjoy yell “This is real hardcore you fucking wimp!!” before power bombing Mayhem through the table. Ravnos steps aside and lets security through and they surround Mayhem so no more harm can come to him. Killjoy and Ravnos smile as they walk away from the ringside area.

Back in the ring Mag finally stops hitting Poppa in the head with the chair. He looks outside the ring and notices Killjoy and Ravnos walking away from the ring. Mag climbs up onto the ring ropes and yells at them both to come into the ring and give it a try. Killjoy turns around and points at Mayhem who is getting taken away by security and medical staff after going through that weird table. Mag smiles and nods but continues to yell at Ravnos and Killjoy to get into the ring. Ravnos ignores the yelling and continues to the back but Killjoy stops and looks back at Mag. Mag pulls the ropes open and tells Killjoy to step through and join the fun. Killjoy thinks about it for a moment before heading towards the ring. Mag smiles more and more as Killjoy gets closer to the ring. However, the smiles fades as Killjoy stops short of the ring and pulls out a long box and throws it to Mag. Mag looks at the box with a confused look on his face before throwing it aside and continues to yell at Killjoy in hopes that he will get into the ring. Killjoy shakes his head and leaves the ringside area.

Dan Douglas: “What is Killjoy waiting for? He calls himself one of the best hardcore wrestlers in the business, I’ve seen him compete in these types of matches, so why doesn’t he get in there and mix it up with Too Mag?”

Joey Styles: “LOOK AT HIM RUN!! KILLJOY IS TURNING CHICKEN AND RUNNING AWAY FROM THE MOST SUICIDAL, HOMICIDAL, GENOSIDAL MAN IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!! I’M TALKING ABOUT SABU MAGNIFICENT!!”

Dan Douglas: “This isn’t ECW Joey. This is ULW. Our guys actually think.”

Mag shakes his head and continues to yell at Killjoy, not knowing that a bloody Poppa has gotten back up to his feet and is armed with a trash can. Poppa rushes at Mag and hits him over the back with the trash can sending Mag out of the ring. Poppa climbs out of the ring and stands on the ring apron. Mag gets up and turns around just in time to have Poppa jump off the apron, placing the trash can over Mag’s head and shoulders. Poppa takes this chance to grabs the ring steps, he holds the steps up high and runs at Mag, crashing the metal stairs and the trash can together, crushing it around Mag’s head. Poppa covers Mag but the referee doesn’t make the count. Poppa gets angry and yells at the referee about why he doesn’t count. The referee points to Mag saying that Mag’s shoulders and not on the ground so a pin cannot be made. Poppa kicks the can off Mag’s body and then goes for the cover. This time the referee makes the count.

1…

2…

Mag kicks out

Poppa looks surprised that Mag can still kick out after such a shot with the steps. Poppa looks under the ring for something to use, seconds later he comes back out holding a pizza cutter. Poppa grabs the head of Mag and drives the cutter into his forehead. Mag scream out in pain before looking very pissed off again. Poppa keeps cutting into the forehead of Mag. Mag grabs the back of Poppa’s head and flips him onto the ground. Mag picks up the pizza cutter ad holds it up for the crowd to see. The crowd cheers the very bloody Mag as he grabs the head of Poppa and drives the cutter into his forehead while yelling “how do you like it!?” at Poppa. After a couple of cuts, Mag rolls Poppa into the ring and climbs in after him. Mag goes to cover Poppa but stops when he sees the box sitting in the corner. Mag walks over to the box and goes to grab it but Poppa grabs Mag and spins him around before giving him a roundhouse kick to the head. Mag drops down to one knee so Poppa goes for another kick. Mag blocks the kick and stands right up and shoves the bottom of his boot into the face of Poppa before turning his attention back to the box. Mag grabs the box and opens it, a smile appearing on his face as he grabs out a glass jar filled with barbwire, a roll of electrical tape and a sledgehammer. Mag holds all the objects up for the crowd to see and they respond with cheers that almost blow the roof off the building. Mag walks over to Poppa and holds the jar to Poppa’s face while he uses the tape to attach it. When he has attached the jar to Poppa’s face, Mag puts Poppa on his knees and gets ready to hit him with the sledgehammer. Mag swings the hammer at Poppa but Poppa drops backwards at the last second, only just missing the hammer by a few inches. Poppa grabs at the jar blindly, not noticing that he has gotten up onto his feet. Poppa turns around 360 before getting slammed in the face by the hammer that Mag is still holding. Poppa screams out on pain as he falls to the ground. Mag smiles as he places a foot on the chest of Poppa. The referee slides through all the junk in the ring to make the count.

1…

2…

3!

The bell rings and Too Magnificent is declared the bloody winner. The referee gets the Xtreme and Magnificent title off of the ring announcer and hands then over to Mag. Mag drops to his knees hugging the belts and smiling sadistically.

Dan Douglas: “A great hard earned win there for Too Mag. He fought off Poppa Cherry and Mayhem to keep his title. Now that was one hell of a match and I am so glad that it is over.”

Joey Styles: “OH MY GOD!! THAT WAS THE MOST INSANE WRESTLING MATCH THAT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY WHOLE LIFE!! THE ONLY THING MISSING WAS A CAT FIGHT!! CAT FIGHT!!”

Dan Douglas: “and you’re the reason that I’m glad this match is over.”

Too Mag steps through the ropes and stops on the ring apron; he looks back into the ring at his opponent. Mag shakes his head and places both titles on the ring apron before climbing back into the ring. Mag walks over to Poppa, pushes the referee out of the way and then pulls Poppa to his feet. Mag spits in the face of Poppa before delivering “The Midas touch” (Neck drop DDT). Mag stands over Poppa and raises his hands up high before climbing out of the ring. Mag picks up his titles and places them on his shoulders before walking up the ramp. When he gets about half way up "Out Of Control" Hoobastank plays and a bloody Mayhem walks out onto the stage with microphone in hand.

Mayhem: “Wait a minute here. Once again I was unfairly taken out of this match by those two stupid assholes that call themselves The Gathering. Yet again I have not been granted my rightful chance to take that belt back from you. I demand that this match continue just between you and me.”

Mag just looks at Mayhem; he looks over at the ring announcer who runs over with a microphone so Mag can make a response.

Too Magnificent: “What the hell is this? Am I on FUF all of a sudden? By the looks of things, it’s Stacy Raines up there bitching about how she never gets a fair rematch against Teresa Hilton instead of Mayhem, the so-called ‘man who united the hardcore wrestlers of ULW’. Now Mayhem, I’m a very busy champion. You had your rematch, you failed to win, so get over it. Now go backstage, play with that little girl AWOL and come see me when you have grown up.”

Mag throws the microphone into the ring and makes his way out of the side entrance instead of the main entrance. Mayhem stands on the stage looking very unhappy and storms off into the backstage area.


BACKSTAGE


The show switches to the backstage area where Silencer is standing in the camera’s forefront, the fans going nuts at the mere sight of him. Before it changes into a surprisingly mixed reaction while he removes his objects from a bag at his side, hanging his clothing on hooks in his locker. He does so in a very melodramatic fashion, obviously depressed, greatly saddened by the disappearance of his lovely daughter, who was plucked from his side by an unknown assailant. He looks down into his shirt, which he grips tightly before throwing it down on the ground in a very angry manner, growing incredibly depressed. Silencer shakes his head as he turns around and is suddenly grabbed by the throat. Simon’s eyes fill with shock as he is lifted into the air and slammed back first against the plain white dry wall, gagging while he stares into the face of AWOL. The monster glares at him, his eyes gleaming like rays of pure hatred, overwhelmed with tension. He trembles in anger as his face closes in upon Silencer’s.

AWOL: You, you’re the one who superkicked that chair into my face last week. You’re the one who claims responsibility for my win against Cruze. You’re the one getting a World title shot tonight instead of me, because you just so happened to pin my shoulders to the canvas.

AWOL snarls as he continues to breath like an enraged dragon, Silencer staring into his face, showing no fear of the beast holding him in the air by the throat.

Silencer: So why don’t you just go ahead and take out your vengeance, we both know that I’m not gonna stop you, that there’s nothing I could do.

AWOL gets in real close to Silencer’s face, snarling almost before a grin etches its way across his face, beginning to chuckle over what he just heard.

AWOL: Hahahahaha, you know, usually I’d just go ahead and do something like that. With most of my victims, the second they’d even slightly begin to annoy me I’d ring their necks like they were a cat and slowly watch as the life escapes from their blood red faces. But not this time, oh no, I’m gonna wait, I’m gonna let the terror inside of you build.

Silencer gives him a confused glare even though he is still being slightly choked while his body is elevated high off of the canvas.

AWOL: You see, why destroy you here tonight, when it would be oh so much sweeter to do it in the ring. I just got out of Mark Comeau’s office, and he’s agreed to give me a match, two weeks from now on Annihilation. I get you, one on one, and if I can beat you in that match, then I’ll receive a shot at the World Heavyweight title, rather your holding the title or not.

AWOL lowers Silencer down onto his feet, Cagero staring up into the face of pure fear. AWOL begins to back up slowly,. In a methodical fashion.

AWOL: Your just going to have to wait Silencer, oh yes, hahahaha, your gonna have to count down the days, the hours, and the minutes before I tear you apart in that ring. And I’m not going to be using any steel chair to get the job done, I’m gonna utilize my bear hands.

AWOL puts on a toothy grin while backing away from Silencer, who is still rubbing his red throat, seemingly not knowing what to think whatsoever. AWOL continues to back away, grinning in his direction as he steps out the doorway.


BACKSTAGE


Poppa Cherry steps down a corridor, holding a bag of ice to his head and appearing very angry over what just transpired in the ring. Obviously he is infuriated over the fact that his midgit counterpart, Mini Poppa Cherry, failed to show up to assist him, as they had planned throughout the week for this contest.

Poppa Cherry: That little bastard had better have a good excuse for this or else.

Poppa Cherry stops at the doorway leading into his dressing room, reaching out and grabbing the handle. He twists it and steps inside before he nearly falls over due to what he is looking at, doing a double take in fact as his eyes center upon a startling occurrance in his lockeroom.

Poppa Cherry: Mini Cherry, what the hell are you doing!?!

After a moment or two of awkwardness, Mini Poppa runs through the doorway, ducking between Poppa Cherry's legs to escape. He is in the process of pulling his pants up and buckling them as he rushes away, the crowd laughing on the inside of the arena. Poppa Cherry turns to watch him walk off with wide eyes. Susie Moore now steps up behind him, grabbing Poppa Cherry by the shoulder with a white towel drapped over her private areas, her hair in shambles and a shocked look on her face. Poppa Cherry turns to stare at her, looking almost speechless.

Poppa Cherry: You, Mini Poppa, you, Mini Poppa?

Poppa Cherry seems to be struggling with putting this together in his head as he runs his hands through his hair. Susie looks confused.

Susie: But you have to understand, I was confused, I thought he was you.

This met with even more laughter from the crowd as Poppa Cherry turns towards the camera, staring down the hall with rage overwhelming his body.

Poppa Cherry: Mini Cherry is a dead man!

He takes off down the hallway in the direction his minature counterpart escaped into. Susie watches them leave from the doorway, not knowing quite what to think of what just transpired.


HUNTER © VS. NATHAN CREED
LIVEWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP/ULTIMATE SUBMISSION


Douglas: Man, so much already going on here tonight, including some odd occurance backstage involving Poppa Cherry and his minature associate. And Can you believe that in two weeks on Annihilation we’re going to see AWOL and Silencer go one on one?

Styles: I’d be more excited if it were Shane Douglas vs. Tazz, but that’s just me.

Dan: Okay, whatever. Anyway, up next is a match that many people have been waiting a long time to witness, the Ultimate Submission Livewire title match between the double champion Hunter, and the challenger, Nathan Creed. These two men were once seemingly on the same side, and over the last couple of months, that partnership has degenerated into a blood rivalry. This stands the chance to be the show stopper of the evening in my book ladies and gentlemen.

Joey: Well, since you still read at a fourth grade level, that’s understandable, but we’ll just have to wait and see how well the two of these men go in the ring right now.

The lights in the arena dim down.he first chords of KoRn's 'Did My Time' wash out over the arena. The titantron goes into static.The drum/bass kicks in an the lights flash on and off in tie with the music, while the static momentarly clears to give a view of a man,s lowered head. It slowly rises before cutting back to static as the drum/bassline dies again.This happens each time until the mans head finally starts to look up as the main line kicks in, revealing Nathan's beaming face. Images from Nathan’s past matches flash on the titantron as blue and white lights strob accross the arena. Nathan appears from outback to a chorus of cheers with the tag team title belt wrapped around his waist. He walks down to the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope. Focussed he walks around the rng once bfore warming up by stretching on the top rope. He seems eager to get his hands upon the Livewire Champion, his former partner in crime.

Douglas: Nathan Creed looks very intense, perhaps more intense than I’ve ever seen him regarding this match. Remember, Hunter did make him tap out to the Bite all those weeks ago after he had been hit with a chair.

Styles: Yeah, that’/s what I like to hear, chair shots.

Dan: Oooookay. Well, I don’t think your going to be hearing any of those in this sure to be epic, technical display.

“I LIKE YOUR PANTS AROUND YOUR FEET”

White circled lights start to fly all over the booing crowd as Nickleback’s Figured You Out continues to blast over the outrageous crowd as Hunter steps out and stands at the top of the ramp, the Livewire title over one shoulder, and the Submission Championship over the other. He looks at the hating crowd before he starts to jog on the spot, he then settles down and makes his way down the ramp mocking the crowd as the shout out insults towards him. He walks up the ring steps and does a Jericho-like taunt by wrapping his arms around the ropes. He finally enters the ring and walks across to the other side of the crowd where he places one foot on the bottom rope and the other on the second rope. He then points and taunts the crowd some more before his music fades out. He drops down onto his feet, spinning around to face Creed, who is held at bay by the official. The referee grabs both championship belts from Hunter in the process, lifting the Livewire gold into the air. He begins to take them towards the ropes when Hunter grabs his Livewire title back and then plants a kiss upon it, admiring his reflection in its surface. He now allows the official to take it off his hands.

Styles: Hunter seems to really like that title belt.

Dan: Yes, and chances are he’s going to have to do everything in his power to retain it against the former World Heavyweight Champion, Nathan Creed.

Hunter and Nathan Creed stand across from one another, both men glaring into each other’s face, ready to implode it seems after all the words that have been exchanged between them, and all the hatred reciprocated between the duo. Nathan and Hunter both step towards one another, getting into each other’s faces, breathing down one another’s throats as their flesh trembles with rage. The bell rings in the background, officially starting the contest as Nathan and Hunter begin to circle one another, looking for openings, a chink in one another’s armors. Nathan takes a step in, bending forward and causing Hunter to jump back and shake his head. Both men circle one another still before they both step forward and interlock arms in a collar elbow tie, trying to push on one another for the advantage. Nathan steps around the arm of Hunter immediately, grabbing a hold of it and placing him in a hammerlock submission as the double champion slaps his shoulder and tries to free himself from the hold. He turns around suddenly, grabbing the arm of Creed and holding it a key lock now. Hunter slaps on a front facelock as well, applying a double submission now, shouting at Nathan to tap out already or else. Creed spins his body around, pulling his head free as well as his arm, reaching up with one of them and wrapping it around the neck of Hunter. He delivers a snapmare, which causes Hunter to flip forward onto the canvas across his posterior while Nathan drops down to one knee. He grabs the arm of Hunter, placing it in a key lock of his own, this time with the arm of the double champion held up in the air and folded up behind his head. Creed grips it tightly while Hunter begins to shout in pain, trying to free himself from the hold being expertly established at the hands of his former Allie. Hunter pushes himself backwards onto his spine and his shoulders, getting his arm free and lifting his legs into the air. He wraps them around the arm of Nathan, and then drags him down to the canvas, placing it in a grapevine submission with his legs, while wrapping his arm around the wrist of the tag team champion. Hunter pushes himself up onto his posterior, grinning over the fact that he cleverly reversed Nathan’s key lock into a submission of his very own. His toothy grin is met with anger from the crowd as Creed lies on his back, trying to force his arm free of the hold, yelling with a deep, inner, unbridled rage. He rolls backwards now and onto his feet, pulling Hunter with him and onto his elbows. Hunter is shocked, shaking his head as Nathan pulls his head free and immediately trying to step in in order to place him in the Courtesy Call. Hunter shouts in anger as until he rolls forward across the canvas, straight onto his feet, rushing forward into the corner. He turns and bounces off of the ropes back first before charging back at Nathan who turns and catches him under the arm, delivering a quick and vicious hip toss, which sends up dropping Hunter straight upon his posterior. Creed scoots in upon his knees, slapping the arm of Hunter into a textbook arm lock. Hunter grinds his teeth, trying to push himself upwards and out of the hold when Creed reaches out with his legs, hooking them around the other arm of the double champion. He drops to the canvas into a crucifix pin it seems before rolling Hunter all the way over onto his chest and stomach with Creed placed across his back, holding him in the rings of Saturn submission. Hunter begins to shout from the pain, which is coursing through both shoulders. The referee drops down inquiring as to rather or not Hunter would like to submit, only for him to very verbally shout no and continue fighting. Both arms sem to be causing him a great deal of discomfort before he begins to push himself upwards. He gets both knees beneath him on the canvas while bent forward with Nathan holding onto the submission tightly. Hunter rolls forward across the canvas and over the back of Nathan, who ends up spread across his stomach as a result. Hunter ends up seated on his posterior at the side of Creed, grabbing his arm and placing it in the fujiawara, trying to snap it from its socket. Creed begins to shout in pain as he finds his arm the target of his over zealous opponent. 25 Minutes remain on the clock thus far after this incredible exchange of submission holds between both men, Hunter and Creed both trying to earn quick tap outs in order to have that all important decisive edge.

Douglas: Some very nice chain wrestling between Hunter and Nathan Creed here to start off this Ultimate Submission match up. Both men seemingly trying to out do one another.

Joey Styles: This has the makings to be a technical wrestling masterpiece if you ask me.

Dan: Yeah, thanks, I pretty much already said that.

Hunter continues to hold onto the arm of Creed tightly, really trying to pull it apart when Nathan rolls to his side, the one oppositie the double champion is located on. Hunter ends up on the back of his shoulders, before he rolls over onto his knees and scoots across them in the direction of Nathan, who places him in a front facelock immediately. He hooks one of his arms in the process as well, getting the move applied with even greater validity. Hunter shouts, trying to pull his head free from Creed’s grasp while the crowd stands up and cheers, putting their hands together over the action they are thus far witnessing. Hunter begins to push himself upward when Nathan drags him in a roll sideways. Both men end up spread across their stomachs with Creed holding the front facelock in with even greater passion now. The crowd stands up, beginning to put their hands together at the sight of the hold, which Nathan has applied with every fiber of his being, attempting to deprive air to Hunter’s head. He has been doing so for several moments now, Hunter almost gagging in the hold of Nathan, both of Creed’s arms tightly clamped around his neck. Nevertheless, he begins to push himself upwards, getting his knees beneath him once more as Nathan holds the front facelock in incredibly tightly, bitting his lower lip as he fights to keep the move locked in. Hunter gets his feet beneath him, bent forward in the facelock until he stands all the way up, elevating Nathan off of the canvas and in the air, attempting to back drop him over onto the canvas. It works, Nathan collapsing onto his back behind Hunter, unfortunately, Creed still has the front facelock applied. He pulls Hunter down with him onto his back, further tightening the front facelock before he rolls over onto his stomach once again, pulling the double champion with him as well. Nathan pushes himself up onto his knees, bent forward and continuing to hold onto the front facelock while Hunter lies on his stomach, shouting as he tries to free himself, his face turning a light shade of blue. He realizes that their may be only one option left, to tap out, yet he resists to give into Creed so easily, beginning to push himself upwards once again, determined to find a way out of this facelock. Hunter uses his free arm to grab the one that Nathan has got wrapped around his neck. He begins to pry it away when Nathan releases him from the hold, and begins to spin in circles across the back of Hunter. He does it two or three times and then gets onto his knees over the head of the double champion, standing up and kicking him playfully to the back of his head. Nathan takes a step backwards, grinning as Hunter looks up at him, grabbing the back of his head and taking several deep, spiteful breaths. He looks ready to implode over the fact that Creed just put on a better technical display than him. He runs his hands through his hair, and then retracts them, looking crazed while Nathan backs into one of the turnbuckles and then jumps into the air, laying himself across the perpendicular ropes as if he is ready to take a nap. Hunter grins at the sight of this, shaking his head while stepping to the center of the ring and demanding that Creed step forward and meet him with a collar elbow tie up once again.

Douglas: Hahahahahaha, Hunter definitely not enjoying the antics of Nathan Creed, who just gave him a figurative slap in the face by laying himself upon those ropes.

Styles: You’d be angry too if somebody called your credential into question, Gertner.

Dan: Is this shit even remotely funny anymore?

Nathan gets off the turnbuckle and steps towards Hunter, both men interlocking arms in a collar elbow tie up as the crowd remains hot for the exchange which lies ahead. Hunter grabs the arm of Nathan quickly, stepping around under it and placing him in a textbook arm lock submission. He takes a step back though, still holding onto Creed’s wrist as he kicks him straight to the biceps viciously. Nathan yells in pain, trying to get to his arm as Hunter places it back in the arm lock. He switches it around though into a top wrist lock this time, bending the arm of Creed backward into the lock, smiling as he does so. He seems to be truly enjoying what he is doing to Creed, watching Nathan bend over in reverse and yell in pain. Creed spins around, getting around behind the back of Hunter, grabbing his arm to the shock of the Livewire and Submission champion, placing him in the abdominal stretch. Creed locks his leg around one of Hunter’s, grunting as he keeps him in the hold, having put on another textbook submission upon Hunter, who begins to shout in both pain and anger. The referee steps in front of Hunter’s face, inquiring as to rather or not he would like to submit, which he shakes his head no to, grinding his teeth in anger. He begins to pull his body free though, shaking, almost trembling in rage in fact before he finally hip tosses Creed over onto the canvas. Nathan lands upon his posterior, looking angry as Hunter steps forward quickly, placing his legs over the shoulders of Creed and then dropping backwards. He pulls Nathan into a laid out position across his back while locking his legs around his neck, applying a leg sleeper hold upon Creed, who begins to choke in this version of a strangle hold almost. Hunter sits up on the canvas as he keeps the hold applied upon the neck of Nathan, looking down into his face, which is turning several different color shades. Nathan slaps the leg of Hunter, then punches his knee cap, but it is not enough to force him to break the submission. Hunter reaches out and grabs both of Creed’s arms now, before they can do any further damage, stretching them outward in his direction and then rolling to his side. Hunter ends up spread across his chest and stomach, pulling on the arms of Nathan, who is basically standing on top of his head now with the legs of the Livewire Champion still wrapped around his neck. Creed has his knees placed to the canvas, bent forward into the unique submission by Hunter, shades of Ultimo Dragon. The referee drops down, asking Creed if he’d like to tap out to the hold, which Creed vehemently shouts “ no” to. He absolutely refuses to give up to Hunter, who is grinning as he realizes there is nothing that Creed can do, or so he thinks. Nathan begins to fight, turning his neck back and forth, eventually sliding it free from the legs of Hunter. He stands up, wrapping his hands around the wrist of Hunter now and then stepping onto the back of both of his legs, locking them around his own. He drops backwards now onto his spine, elevating Hunter off of the canvas and into the air with the Mexican Surfboard. Flashbulbs ignite throughout the sea of humanity at the sight of this move, which has got the crowd standing up and cheering their heads off, while Hunter has a very different reaction. He may be screaming but it’s not out of excitement, derived from the pain he is currently feeling. Nathan pulls back on his arms and stretches his legs beginning to lower him down and push him up again, doing this several times, as if he lifting Hunter like a set of weights. This gets an even greater reaction from the crowd and causes Hunter even more discomfort. Nathan rolls all the way over now, causing Hunter to be placed across his chest and stomach on the canvas, still being held in the Mexican surfboard with Nathan elevating himself into the air. Hunter shouts at the top of his lungs from the pain that this is causing while Nathan falls backwards onto his posterior, pulling Hunter up onto his knees, with the Mexican Surfboard locked in still. Creed grabs Hunter by the hair, pulling his head back and slapping on a dragon sleeper while stretching out the rest of his body with the surfboard. The official steps in, amazed by the athletic submission that Creed has applied, checking to see if Hunter wishes to utter those two little magic words, that will stop the pain and the horror.

Douglas: Wow, this is an insane submission being applied by Nathan Creed, I’ve never seen anything like this.

Styles: You live a very sheltered life.

Hunter continues to refuse to tap out, to say that he quits as Creed falls backwards across his spine. He elevates the double champion into the air again with the Mexican surfboard applied, breaking the dragon sleeper though as he grabs his wrist. Hunter shakes his head and shouts in pain in this hold being perfected by the technical mastermind Nathan Creed. He takes his hands away from the wrist of Hunter now and reaches up, interlocking them around his chin. He now has Hunter in a reverse chin lock, Mexican surfboard combination which causes Hunter to begin flailing his arms as he tries to get himself free from this painful submission. It is to no avail though as Nathan changes up the reverse chin lock into a full nelson with the Mexican surfboard locked in. The crowd is really showing their appreciation for this now, all of them putting their hands together at the sight of the hold which is really stretching every major muscle in the body of Hunter, who unleashes several shouts yet none of them utter the words “I Quit.” Nathan, growing anxious, breaks the full nelson, and grabs the wrist of Hunter again, pushing him up into the air, throwing him upwards. Creed rolls out of the way as Hunter comes crashing down upon his back onto the ring. He immediately rolls across it, grabbing his legs and shouting from the pain in his arms as well. Nathan gets onto his knees, looking around at the cheering fans before approaching Hunter and grabbing him by the hair. Creed steps towards Hunter, grabbing his leg and lifting it into the air before kicking him to the back of the knee, then doing it again. Hunter squirms back and forth as Nathan continues to stomp him to that area repeatedly. He rushes backwards into the ropes in front of Hunter, bouncing off of them and then coming back in at the Livewire Champion. Hunter gets his feet up into the mid-section of Nathan though, pushing him up into the air with what appears to be a monkey toss before he changes it up, wrapping his legs around his arm. He drags him down to the canvas immediately, placing his arm in another grapevine. He changes that up immediately though, rolling over sideways and pulling Creed with him. Nathan flips over backwards across the canvas, ending up on his back while Hunter folds up the arm of Creed, placing it in a short arm scissors. He stares around the ring with a very determined expression on his face, determined to get the better of Nathan with these submission moves. Nathan kicks his legs, trying his best to get himself free from the hold while Hunter continues to tear apart his arm with the scissors lock, looking around at the fans in the process with a smile on his face. Creed begins to stand up slowly, turning his body in the direction of Hunter, causing him to get pushed over backwards and straight onto his shoulders. Creed continues to utilize all of his strength as he begins to lift Hunter up off of the canvas, who is still holding in the short arm scissors and now shaking his head in disbelief. Nathan stands all the way up and lifts Hunter into the air on top of his shoulder, his legs wrapped around his arm. Hunter is shaking his head in shock before he switches things around, sliding around onto the shoulders of Hunter now, into position for some type of victory roll. He begins to push forward when Nathan places his hands to the back of his thighs, throwing him off his shoulders and forward into the ropes. Hunter bounces off of the top one and stumbles backwards into the waiting arms of Nathan Creed. He wraps his arms around the waist of Hunter, dropping back into a German suplex. The fans react with shock, many of them cheering their heads off though as Nathan rolls to his side, pulling Hunter with him onto his knees. He stands up, dragging a shocked Hunter, with him, holding the Livewire Champion in position for the German suplex. Hunter reaches back, wrapping his leg around one of Creed’s blocking the attempt at the German suplex. He spins around quickly, slapping on a front facelock upon Creed, the tag team title holder, trying to squirm his way free of the facelock. Nathan reaches out, grabbing the backs of Hunter’s legs, tripping him up onto the canvas backwards while trying to place him in the Courtesy Call now.

Douglas: The Courtesy Call, no, Nathan is fighting to get it locked in!

Styles: If he does, then he might get the first submission in this match.

Hunter squirms back and forth across his shoulders, fighting the attempt by Nathan to place him in the Courtesy Call. He reaches out, grabbing the bottom rope, the referee stepping in when Nathan drags Hunter away from the ropes and to the center of the ring, still trying to roll him over into the Courtesy Call. Nathan puts a leg through Hunter’s to try and get his hold properly locked in when Hunter reaches out, grabbing his ankle. He wraps both of his arms around the ankle of Nathan, lifting it up into the air. He causes Creed to collapse onto his back as Hunter stands up, trying to roll him over into the Bite, which gets a huge response from the crowd surprisingly, all of them amazed by the counter. Nathan turns back and forth, trying to get lose before he begins to stand up, getting one foot beneath him surprisingly, hopping up and down upon it. He jumps into the air with an enzugari that Hunter ducks under. Creed lands on his chest and stomach as Hunter places him in the Bite (Ankle Lock). Nathan pushes himself up onto the palms of his hands, shouting at the top of his lungs before rolling forward. He drags Hunter into the same direction, down into a pinning position with Creed seated on the chest of the champion, holding the back of his legs. Nathan stands up and spins around to grab the legs of Hunter, rolling him over into the Courtesy Call. An explosion of cheers pour from the crowd while Hunter pushes himself up onto his elbows, shaking his head, his jaw having dropped from the pain that this submission is inflicting upon him. Hunter is only a few inches away from the ropes though, pulling himself in their direction, wrapping his arms around the bottom one, the crowd booing him. He holds onto the ropes for dear life after having his finishing submission countered into Creed’s, which Nathan is currently refusing to release. The official counts to five, reaching four as Nathan breaks the Courtesy Call and steps forward. He bends down, signaling for Hunter to stand up in a crazed, almost incoherent state, with 10 minutes having already expired upon the clock. Hunter pulls himself up the ropes, his legs hurting before he rushes at Nathan in anger over being out done once again. Creed steps forward, connecting with a double forearm shot to Hunter’s face, knocking him off of his feet and down onto his back, the shot having almost split his nose it appears. Nathan steps forward and drops his leg across the throat of Hunter in a quick, vile fashion, Hunter’s lower body kicking into the air. Creed rolls straight over onto his knees, standing up and grabbing Hunter by the hair, dragging him to his feet. He throws a forearm into the side of his face, followed by another blow when Hunter stands up, launching a knee into his mid-section immediately. Hunter backs Nathan up in the direction of the ropes, placing him back first against them before launching him off into the opposite side of the ring. Hunter bends forward, waiting for Creed to come rushing back in before charging forward into a big time spear, that Nathan sidesteps, grabbing the arm of the Livewire Champion immediately. He drags Hunter down to the canvas with the use of it, trying to place him in the crossface. Hunter gets his hand up in front of his face, trying to block the hands of Nathan from interlocking around his face. Hunter pushes himself upward, placing both knees to the canvas while Nathan rises onto his as well, still trying to get the crossface applied. Hunter has one foot pressed against the canvas before he drops back, rolling in reverse and out of the crossface, Nathan falling forward onto the palms of his hands. Hunter stands up, grabbing the ankle of Nathan, trying to roll him over into the Bite (Ankle Lock). Creed rolls onto his back, getting his feet up into the chest of Hunter, shoving him backwards into the turnbuckle. Hunter hits it back first hard while Creed flips in reverse onto his feet, standing up as quickly as he can. Creed rushes forward into Hunter, with a spear to his gut. Hunter reaches out and grabs him around the head, placing him in a front facelock before pulling himself up onto the second rope. He keeps Nathan in the front facelock, trying to pull him up onto the bottom rope in order to hit the Lights Out (Implant DDT). Creed bends Hunter forward though and drops backwards into a northern lights suplex. Hunter slams into the canvas across his back while Nathan flips backwards onto his face, connecting with a flip over northern lights suplex. Nathan pulls Hunter up onto his feet in the northern lights postion once again before dropping backwards. He connects with the move for a second time before rolling to his side, getting both knees on the canvas.

Douglas: A crazy series of counters, and Nathan has now got Hunter up for a triple rolling Northern Lights suplex.

Styles: This is some great counter wrestling we’re witnessing here between three of the best competitors I think I’ve ever seen.

Dan: There’s only two.

Joey: Oh, I guess I need a better prescription.

Nathan drags Hunter to his feet for a third northern lights suplex when Hunter grabs his arm, prying it from around his back and extending it out to Creed’s side. He jumps into the air, pulling Nathan down into a armbreaker straight across his chest. Creed yells in pain while Hunter slides around on the canvas, still holding onto Creed’s arm. He slides under it and then stands up, wrapping both legs around his arm, placing one leg on both of it’s sides. He jumps into the air, and drags Nathan’s arm down to the canvas between both of his knees. Creed immediately rolls onto his back, shouting at the top of his lungs and grabbing his arm, which is causing him sensational amounts of pain. Hunter stands up, sweating heavily already after all of the counters both men have endured in the span of the last few minutes. Creed rolls onto his knees as Hunter rushes into the ropes behind him, bouncing off of them and then charging forward, jumping straight into a dropkick to the back of Nathan’s shoulder. Creed flies forward, crashing across his face and chest before rolling to his side and spilling into the ropes, leaning against the second one for support, his arm hurting him tremendously. Hunter stands up and steps towards Creed, grabbing his battered arm before placing it over the second rope. He steps up onto his arm, grabbing the top rope to balance himself out as he pushes with all the weight in his legs upon Creed’s arm, shoving it down against the second rope. Nathan roars in pain while Hunter wears an intense glare in his eyes. The official steps in, demanding that Hunter break the hold unless he be disqualified. He counts to five, reaching four when Hunter steps off the arm and steps backward to the center of the ring, looking intensely at the face of the angry official. He shoves him aside and steps towards Creed, who has risen onto his knees. He delivers a vicious knife edge chop to Hunter’s chest, then delivers another one, knocking the Livewire Champion backwards with each shot. Hunter stumbles backwards with a red streak left across his chest when Nathan swings around with another chop. Hunter steps under, placing his leg around behind Creed’s and hitting a vicious STO. Nathan flies back first into the canvas while Hunter ends up on his hands and knees, sweating and looking angry. Creed rolls over to his side, reaching for his upper back, which is seemingly killing him as well as his arm. Hunter stands up, stepping over the arm of Creed, who has rolled onto his hands and knees. He places it between his knees and jumps into the air once again. He slams it against the canvas and his knees before rolling forward across the canvas and onto his feet. He steps in immediately, dropping down to the canvas and placing Nathan’s arm around behind his back, applying the key lock. He is leaning over the shoulder of Creed, holding his folded arm behind his back, pinning it there while wrapping his other arm around his biceps. Hunter smiles, looking around at the fans, smiling while Creed begins to shout at the top of his lungs. He reaches his other arm into the air, grabbing Hunter’s hair, pulling back on his head. Hunter pulls it away from Nathan’s hand and keeps the hold applied. Creed clinches his hand into a fist while sealing his eyes and rocking back and forth. Hunter seems absolutely intent on keeping the submission locked in. Nathan begins to stand up, the crowd rallying behind him while Hunter is forced to bend forward and keep the submission applied. Both men reach their feet after several moments of struggling, Nathan still struggling to get his arm free. Hunter shakes his head, blowing his hair out of his face as he tries to keep the submission locked in. Nathan suddenly pulls it from his grasp and steps under his arm, wrapping his own around the neck of Hunter. He drops to the canvas, pulling Hunter down into a reverse neckbreaker. The crowd erupts before Nathan rolls to his side, getting onto his knees and still holding Hunter around the neck, taking him a long for the ride,. He stands up and then pulls Hunter around into a swinging neckbreaker. Both men collapse onto the canvas as Nathan places Hunter in a front facelock this time, rolling over onto his knees and pulling Hunter with him again. Creed grabs Hunter around the back of his tights, setting for a vertical suplex. Hunter grabs Nathan around the arm, stepping around behind it suddenly, dragging the Livewire Champion down to the canvas into a crossface. He interlocks his arms around the chin of Nathan now, holding the submission in even tighter. Hunter really pulls back on it and torques the arm, feeling that he has got things well within hand, Nathan fighting to get free of the submission, realizing that this is possibly the first occasion in which he may be forced into submission. Hunter pulls back on Creed’s jaw even tighter, and further hyper extends his arm. Creed places his hand to the canvas looking desperately at the ropes and shouting at the top of his lungs.

Douglas: Creed has found himself in the crossface, there may be no way out of this move humanly possible.

Styles: There’s always someway to counter, there’s got to be, there has go to be if Nathan wants to continue in this contest. My God....

Dan: Can somebody hook you to something that electrocutes you enough to make you stop saying that?

Nathan doesn’t seem to know what to do, Hunter pulling back on his arm and his head, about to earn the first submission in this highly competitive Livewire title matchup. Creed extends his hand outward over the canvas, opening and closing his palm, prepared to tap out and officially give up in this Ultimate Submission match. He begins to fight though, determination setting back into his body while the crowd stomps their feet and cheers for him to continue on. Hunter shakes his head as Creed grabs both of his hands, trying to pry them apart from around his chin, the Livewire Champion’s eyes filling with astonishment, opening incredibly largely. Nathan pulls the hands apart of Hunter, sliding his arm free from his legs as well. He immediately slides under the arms of Hunter and grabs a hold of one of them. Nathan pushes Hunter down onto the canvas and applies the crossface. Hunter finds himself the one screaming in anger and rage, the pain coursing through his body feeling absolutely insurmountable. Creed rears back on his head with all of his strength, Hunter realizing that he must hold on, that he cannot submit to this submission move that has got him on the verge of tapping out. Nathan is incredibly determined to get the submission locked in to its utmost effectiveness. Hunter has other ideas however, rolling forward out of the crossface in a great showing of flexibility. Hunter stands up and turns around, stepping towards Nathan, who has risen to his feet and bent forward. He grabs Hunter around the back of his legs, trying to trip him up in order to apply the Courtesy Call once again. Hunter clubs Nathan over the back and then does it again, utilizing both arms to avoid being placed in this submission move. He now reaches down, wrapping his arms around the waist of Nathan, lifting him up into the air and upside down. He drops to a single knee, delivering a piledriver shoulder breaker across his other knee. Nathan bounces off of his knee and collapses onto his back as Hunter drops down now, placing his leg over the back of Creed and folding it up. He once again has Creed in a short arm scissors, Nathan stretched across his back and shouting at the top of his lungs. He has a far off look in his eyes, as if the pain is to terrific to withstand. Hunter keeps the short arm scissors expertly applied, smiling from ear to ear over what he is doing. He realizes that he once again has the better of Nathan in this intense, brutal Ultimate Submission match. Creed begins to shout in pain still before he rolls backwards suddenly, getting over onto his feet to the shock of everyone, dragging Hunter in the same direction. He stands up immediately, with Hunter once again sitting on top of his shoulder with the short arm scissors still applied. This time he drops right into a version of the back drop suplex, slamming Hunter brutally into the canvas, which causes him to flip over towards the ropes. His ankles drop over the bottom rope while the rest of his battered body lies on the canvas. Nathan lies on his back, shaking his arm from the pain, which has been inflicted in great amounts upon it. A Creed chant starts from the sold out crowd, everyone amazed by the showing of strength he delivered, yet he seems to be paying for it now.

Douglas: I cannot believe what I just saw from Nathan Creed, that was absolutely amazing!

Styles: That was some extreme toughness.

Dan: Nice follow up Styles, God, your like a parakeet.

Nathan grips his shoulder with great anguish coursing through it while Hunter rolls onto his hands and knees. The time limit in the match now reaching 13 MINUTES. Nathan rolls over slowly, getting onto his knees and shaking his arm still, trying to get some feeling back into it while Hunter pulls himself up the ropes, leaning across the top one upon his chest, sweat pouring from his exhausted body. Creed steps up behind him, cradling his arm while delivering a forearm shot into Hunter’s upper back, sending sweat flying through the air. Hunter shouts at the top of his lungs while Nathan wraps his arms around the waist of Hunter, dropping backwards into a German suplex. Hunter slams across the back of his head upon the canvas and ending up on his back while Nathan rolls over onto his knees and stands up, grabbing his opponent’s legs. He lifts them into the air and begins to step through, attempting to the best of his abilities to get the Courtesy Call locked in already. Hunter fights once again, rolling in reverse suddenly and straight onto his feet. He charges forward at Nathan who lifts him up onto his shoulder for the Total Domination (Final Cut). Hunter slides over his shoulder though, stepping forward and grabbing Nathan’s arm, trying to push him down to the canvas and apply some type of submission upon it. Creed shouts in pain as he tries to fight it. He spins around without warning, sliding under the arm of Hunter and getting around behind his back. He places Hunter in a reverse waist lock, dropping backwards into another German suplex. Hunter crashes across the back of his head as Nathan rolls to his side, pulling him with him this time. Both men end up on their feet when Creed launches a forearm into the upper back of Hunter, bending him forward. He grabs the arm of Hunter, placing it around behind his back, pinning it there. He lifts Hunter into the air onto his shoulder before dropping into a back drop suplex straight onto the arm. Hunter pops up onto his posterior, grabbing his arm, finding it the source of his pan now. Nathan stands up and turns around, grabbing Hunter by the hair, dragging him to his feet and then bending forward, burying his shoulder to his gut. He rushes Hunter backwards across the ring, violently into the turnbuckle, ramming his spine into its surface. Hunter’s legs kick into the air after the impact, the air escaping his lungs. Nathan stands up and throws a forearm into the side of his face before placing him in a front facelock and lifting him into the air. He sits Hunter on the top rope, shaking his arm in the process, still trying to get more feeling into it. Nathan begins to step up the ropes now when Hunter, reaches up with his legs, placing one foot to the biceps of Creed, and the other stuck up behind it. He pushes Creed’s arm backwards into his foot, sandwiching it between both feet. Nathan turns away from Hunter, shaking his arm and grabbing a hold of it in a great deal of pain. Hunter starts to stand up on the top rope, with Creed turned away from him. Creed turns around without warning, rushing at the turnbuckle and placing his hand to the side of Hunter, shoving him off of the turnbuckle sideways. Hunter flies over the mats and crashes chest first into the barricade, bouncing off of it violently before spinning onto his back. He grabs his chest with both arms, shouting in pain as he rolls around on the mats.

Douglas: Oh, Hunter went for it all and got the barricade, that’s the price you pay when attempting those high risk moves.

Styles: Oh my God!! That was sick, twisted, and all kinds of brutal here at ECW....

Dan: Didn’t we go over this earlier?

Nathan flails his arm, grabbing his muscle to try and get it back in shape before he turns towards the turnbuckle Hunter flew off of and begins to scale it. He gets onto the top rope while Hunter approaches the ring, reaching under slowly. He grabs a hold of something, sliding a chair out from under the ring while Nathan stands up on the top rope, getting both feet beneath him while the crowd cheers their heads off, realizing he is about to deliver a high risk move. Hunter begins to stand up when Nathan jumps off the top rope, flying through the air in the direction of the Livewire Champion. Hunter swings around with the chair, slamming it directly into the face of the flying Creed, the shot knocking him off of his feet and down back first onto the mats. He grabs his face and shouts at the top of his lungs, blood already beginning to flow from his forehead after the brutal shot. Hunter throws down the steel chair while Nathan lies on his back, seemingly completed knocked out after that devastating, unbelievable chair shot, which has dented the metal in half and created a huge echo throughout the arena. The referee stands in the ring, realizing that he is unable to call for the bell, this match not being permitted to end in a disqualification. Creed’s blood continues to flow, running down his face in pints before Hunter stomps him to the forehead, then does it again. Hunter grabs Nathan around the head now, rolling him over onto his knees and dragging him to his feet.

Douglas: That son of a bitch just used a steel chair on Nathan Creed, that cheating bastard.

Hunter rolls Creed into the ring under the ropes, Nathan looking to be no more than dead weight after the impact he just took from that steel chair. Creed ends up spread across his back in the ring, completely laid out while Hunter rises onto the apron, gripping his shoulder after collapsing into the barricade. He slides through the ropes into the ring and approaches Nathan immediately, pushing him over onto his stomach and applying the crossface. He pulls back on the head of Nathan Creed, really placing a lot of torque on his bloody neck and arm. Creed is clearly about to give into the pain, to submit with only 8 minutes remaining on the clock in what has been a grueling, intense Livewire title match. Nathan seems to be in so much pain though that his eyes are crossed solid, in fact, he appears to be out cold after that vicious chair shot. Blood streams down his face as Hunter pulls on his shoulder and on his head, the referee steps in, looking down into the face of Creed as Nathan sluggishly lifts his hand into the air and slaps the canvas, tapping out to the pain. The fans begin to boo at the top of their lungs, the official coming in and seperating the arms of Hunter from around the neck of Nathan, rolling to his side immediately with a smile on his face. A score box appears on the bottom of the screen, where a one flashes under Hunter’s name, indicating that he achieved the first submission in this grueling performance.

Dan: I am absolutely repulsed by this. Hunter used a steel chair on Nathan, in order to almost knock him out and force him into submission.

Styles: Hunter utilizing a very uncalled for style, trying to obtain this win by cheating his way to victory.

Hunter rises to his feet, staggering towards the turnbuckle before turning around and leaning back first against it. He leans upon it spine first with sweat glistening upon his tired skin, his body aching from head to toe it seems. Creed somehow begins to push himself upwards with blood streaming in pints down his face, not looking as if his head is straight. The blood drops onto the canvas below him as he rises onto his knees. Hunter steps away from the turnbuckle and gives Creed a hard kick to the side of his face, knocking him over sideways across the canvas and onto his back. He spits up blood, perhaps another tooth knocked out by that steel chair shot earlier by Hunter, which has led him into this predicament. Hunter drops down to the canvas now, pulling Creed up onto his posterior and placing his arms around his waist, applying a perfect version of the rear chin lock, another text book submission locked in. Sweat drops from both men’s exhausted bodies, blood dripping from the chin of Creed like a raging river and a dazed look in his eyes, extremely cloudy. Hunter continues to choke him with his arms, Creed unable to put up any type of resistance it seems, blood absolutely concealing his face like a crimson mask. The crowd is on its feet, cheering and pleading with Creed to stand up and fight his way out of this submission. Hunter squeezes his arms together around the neck of Nathan, demanding that he tap out already, that he give into this tough and vicious submission. Nathan’s eyes begin to flutter though, refusing to stay down for very long as he begins to flail his arms, pushing himself upwards. Hunter holds onto the reverse chin lock, tightening it around his throat as Creed fights with every ounce of his body, and all the strength left in his battered frame to reach a standing base. Creed puts both feet beneath him, turning and back elbowing Hunter to the gut, followed by another shot to his ribs which causes the Livewire Champion to jump back, gripping his mid-section from the blows. Nathan turns and rushes across the ring when Hunter wraps his hands around the chin of Creed and drops down into a reverse facebuster. Nathan’s head bounces off of the canvas before he sits up with a glazed over expression on his bloody face once again. He falls sideways onto the canvas, looking completely out of it, Hunter rising to his feet and approaching one of the turnbuckles. He turns his body and pulls himself up onto the second rope, placing both feet upon it while glaring around at the fans with a very serious expression on his face, pointing down at the co-holder of the tag team titles. He urges Nathan to stand up, motioning for him to do so in fact as Creed rises to a standing base very slowly, eventually getting his feet beneath him while stumbling around, almost losing his footing several times. Blood gushes off of his face and down to the canvas while he turns towards the turnbuckle. Hunter jumps forward, extending his legs outward when Nathan turns and grabs a hold of them, causing the Livewire Champion to spill back first onto the canvas. Creed places his through both of Hunter’s now and rolls him over onto his stomach, applying the Courtesy Call. The fans are all absolutely speechless, all of them rising to their feet and putting their hands together while Hunter pushes himself up onto his elbows, beginning to shout with all the power in his lungs before shaking his head back and forth, trying not to submit. Nathan locks the hold in even tighter as Hunter continues to shake his head and plead for mercy, yet receives none from the bloodied. Hunter lifts his hand into the air and slaps the canvas, tapping out to Nathan’s Courtesy Call.

Douglas: Hunter has tapped out, he submitted! That means the score is now tied, one to one with 6 Minutes remaining in this match.

Styles: Whomever obtains the next submission might very well become the new Television Champion.

Dan: That’s Livewire Champion.

Joey: Ha, you fool, they don’t have a Livewire title in ECW.

Douglas: For the last time this is not ECW! Is this a ballroom, is there people going through tables, is there an overweight balding man in a suit and New York Yankees cap? No!

After several prolonged minutes, Nathan breaks the Courtesy Call, falling forward onto the canvas with blood streaming down his face still, gathering across his chest now. He seems to be absolutely out of it almost after that disgusting, vile shot that he took from the steel chair. Hunter rolls across the canvas, gripping his back and his knees after being in the Courtesy Call for such a long duration of time. Hunter gets onto his hands and knees, still gripping his back with the reverse side of his hand while Nathan Creed tries to get his feet beneath him, stumbling around a bit. He steps towards Hunter, throwing a forearm into the side of Hunter’s head, followed by another blow that is absolutely vile, the shots almost knocking him back down to the canvas. Creed places Hunter in a front facelock, beginning to lift him into the air for the vertical snap suplex. Hunter blocks it though, utilizing his leg to do so and keeping his other foot planted upon the canvas. He begins to throw forearm shots over the back of Creed now, switching into a front facelock of his own, preparing for the Lights Out (Inverted DDT). He reaches out and grabs Nathan by the back of the tights, preparing to lift him into the air for Lights Out when Creed reaches out, hooking Hunter around his thigh. He lifts him into the air and onto his shoulder, setting for the Total Domination. The crowd goes nuts as the bloodied Nathan, operating on what appears to be fumes alone, lowers Hunter onto his feet, placing him in the reverse DDT position before swinging around with his arm. As he does so, Hunter pulls his head out from under the arm of Creed, stepping around behind his back and reaching down, grabbing him by the ankle. He lifts Nathan’s leg into the air, causing Creed to collapse onto the canvas across his elbows and his chest. The Tag Team title holder, pushes himself up onto his elbows, finding himself locked in the Bite. The looks of pain on his face is unbelievable, running his hands through his bloody hair before he rolls forward, pulling Hunter over as well. He attempts to counter into a roll up pin again but Hunter flips forward, rolling across his back and then over onto his knees, still holding Nathan in the ankle lock. Creed pushes himself up onto the palms of his hands, shouting at the top of his lungs, his jaw having dropped from the pain of the ankle lock being so tightly applied.

Douglas: Hunter countered the Total Domination into the Bite amazingly! This is unbelievable! Nathan has to hold on if he wants to win the Livewire Championship. Only so much time remaining.

Styles: This is absolutely insane, what a match for the Television title.

Dan: Why doesn’t Comeau just buy me a gun and bullets if he wants me to kill myself, it would be more humane than suffering through this crap.

Nathan is screaming at the top of his lungs, howling from the pain as Hunter twists and tears at his ankle with all of his strength, realizing that this is his chance to force Creed to tap out and to successfully retain his Livewire title. The look in Creed’s eyes tell the entire story before he turns around onto his back, placing his feet to the chest of Hunter and shoving him backwards. Hunter flies in reverse yet is still holding onto the ankle of Nathan. He collapses onto his back and then rolls over once again onto his knees, dragging Creed onto his stomach and then switching around behind his leg to maintain his hold with the proper precision. Creed begins to wail once again, pushing himself up onto his fist and shaking his head while the crowd jumps up and down, begging, shouting, overly amazed by what they are witnessing, Nathan fighting with every fiber of his being, trying to use every counter in his arsenal to escape the Bite. Hunter twists his ankle in a dangerous, violent fashion, repeatedly turning it and putting more emphasis onto the move as Nathan shakes his head, trying not to tap out, refusing to do so in fact with the time continuing to tick down upon the clock. Hunter stands up, unleashing a roar as he attempts to get the submission further applied. Nathan pushes himself up onto his side, kicking in reverse with his free leg into the face of Hunter, who pushes the leg away and places even more pressure upon the ankle. Nathan is forced to stop trying to kick him away, sticking his fist in his teeth and biting down on it as he tries to keep from tapping out to this tremendous submission hold, the finishing move of Hunter in fact. Hunter’s eyes are opened widely while Nathan tries to think up a way to obtain freedom. He begins to try and stand up on his free leg when Hunter drops down to the canvas, locking his legs around Creed’s, grapevining it and forcing Nathan to drop to the canvas upon his knees once again. Creed begins to shout at the top of his lungs, blood flying from his face as he shakes his head back and forth, trying to resist the temptation to submit, to tap out to the ankle lock which is tearing his leg absolutely apart. He doesn’t seem to have much fight left though, realizing that it comes down to this, that he may finally be forced to tap out with 3 Minutes remaining upon the clock. Blood drips from the chin of Creed, splashing onto the canvas below his face, creating a virtual pool of the red crimson fluid beneath his face. The referee persistently inquires as to rather or not he would like to submit, Creed seemingly about to say yes, Hunter flashing his pearly whites, knowing that Creed has nothing left to counter this ankle lock. Creed lifts his hand into the air, about to slap the canvas when he buries his fingers into the palms of his hand and then buries both fist to the canvas, pushing himself up into a crawling base. His eyes interlock upon the ropes, beginning to drag himself in their direction, pulling the full weight of Hunter with him. The Livewire Champion seems absolutely obsessed with forcing the submission. Nathan pulls himself a few inches closer to the ropes and then drops down to the canvas, the lack of blood flowing to his head, keeping himself from going on any further and the pain coursing through his ankle, being absolutely insurmountable. He lifts his hand into the air, the entire crowd standing and watching closely, begging Nathan not to do it, realizing that he might not have the time to earn another submission, all of them cheering nonetheless. Creed lifts his hand into the air, Hunter pushing himself up onto his posterior, watching closely.

Dan: Nathan is going to tap, he’s going to submit!!

Creed’s hand comes down to the canvas, but he doesn’t tap, instead he uses it to roll over sideways, pulling Hunter in the same direction. The Livewire Champion ends up facing down into the canvas, still wrapped around the ankle of Nathan. Creed sits up now though, grabbing the ankle of Hunter, both of his legs still having been grapevining one of his own. Creed lifts it into the air, placing him in his own ankle lock. The fans begin to cheer their heads off, the entire arena exploding as Nathan and Hunter have both got their opponents in the ankle lock. Hunter begins to shout in pain as he continues to hold onto the ankle lock yet finds himself locked in his own trademark move ast the same time. Creed is roaring at the top of his lungs as well with blood flowing like a river from the open gash in his forehead. Hunter refuses to break the ankle lock, while Nathan does the same, both men continuing to hold one another in the double submission. The fans are on their feet, clapping their hands, absolutely astonished by what they are witnessing in the center of the ring.

Douglas: This has got to be the craziest thing I’ve ever seen, both Hunter and Nathan Creed have got the ankle lock applied. Who is going to tap out, who is going to submit!?!

Sweat streams down the pain ridden face of Hunter, who shakes his head, refusing to tap out or break his ankle lock. Nathan is doing the same, locking the submission in with all of his strength. Hunter releases the ankle of Nathan, placing his hands to the canvas, shouting at the top of his lungs before he rolls forward out of Creed’s ankle lock. He gets straight onto his feet while Nathan rolls backwards as well, straight onto his feet, limping greatly while he bends forward and charges at Hunter. Hunter steps forward quickly, wrapping his arm around the neck of Creed, lifting him into the air as he can charging in, delivering a version of the Lights Out (Inverted DDT). The fans are shocked as Nathan’s head slams face first into the canvas, bouncing into the air and rolling onto his back with blood littering the canvas in his wake. Nathan is laid out on the canvas, his arms and legs extended out to his sides, he is completely out of it after being hit with the trademark move of Hunter. The wind has been taken from the sails of the crowd now while Hunter rolls onto his knees, immediately beginning to tap his temple, deeply enjoying what he just did to the challenger for his title. He rolls onto his hands and knees now, full of sweat as he stares up at the timer for this contest, which has clocked down to 1 Minute and 37 Seconds. He knows that if he is going to do something, he must do it now before it is too late. Hunter rises to his feet, staggering in the direction of Nathan, sweat streaming down his face as he places himself over the legs of Creed. He reaches down, grabbing a hold of them and then staring around at the crowd, who begin to boo heinously, knowing what Hunter has in store for the unconscious Creed. He begins to set him up for the Courtesy Call.

Douglas: Oh come on, don’t tell me that this incredible battle is going to end like this.

Styles: No, no, no, put him through a flaming table first for crying out loud.

Hunter continues to nod at the booing fans with a smug look on his face as he starts to apply the Courtesy Call. Nathan suddenly pulls his legs back, burying his feet to the gut of Hunter and shoving him backwards into the ropes. A shocked Hunter spirals into them and then bounces off, charging back in at Nathan who sits up and catches him by the legs. Nathan rolls backwards, pulling Hunter down to the canvas across his chest and stomach. Nathan stands up, placing his leg through both of Hunter’s, applying the Courtesy Call to a huge ovation from the stands. Hunter pushes himself up onto his elbows, looking wide eyed from the trauma, the agony flowing through his back and his legs. His jaw has dropped beginning to shake his head as the bloodied, determined Nathan Creed gets the submission tightly applied. Hunter shakes his head back and forth frantically, sliding his hands into the hair, pulling it out by the roots, trying to hold on while flashbulbs and bull horns emanate from the crazed crowd, which is going ballistic.

Styles: Oh my God! The Tazzmission!

Douglas: Strike that. Nathan has got the Courtesy Call locked in, he’s got it firmly applied!!

Hunter shakes his head back and forth still, staring at the ropes as Nathan rears back on the Courtesy Call with all of his strength. The time has now reached 1 Minute, if Hunter can hang on it will mean he retains the title. Hunter places both hands to the canvas, beginning to drag his body in the direction of the ropes, forcing himself onward with everything left in his tired, exhausted frame after what has been an intense battle. He stops for a second, Nathan locking in the Courtesy Call even tighter, causing Creed to drop onto the side of his face, looking ready to tap out. He stops himself though and pushes himself up onto his fist, progressing forward once again. Nathan pulls back with all of his strength on the legs and back of Hunter, but it is not enough to stop the Livewire Champion. 45 SECONDS LEFT. Hunter extends his arm outward, opening his hand to grab the bottom rope before Nathan steps back to the center of the ring, dragging the Livewire Champion with him. He drops down deeper, setting the submission in even tighter, causing Hunter to begin trembling, shaking his head, about to tap out. He lifts his hand into the air when before closing it into a fist. Hunter places both palms to the canvas, pushing himself up again and staring at the ropes. He once again begins pulling himself in their direction, a different set then he had earlier tried to get his hand upon. Nathan backs up slowly, still holding onto the Courtesy Call with absolutely all of his strength, trying to force the submission with every ounce of power there is left in his battered frame. Blood gushes from his face, mixed with sweat as Hunter pulls himself closer and closer to the ropes, determined not to tap out. 25 SECONDS LEFT. Nathan roars at the top of his lungs, trying to keep the Courtesy Call applied while Hunter, tries his best to fight out of it. He reaches for the bottom rope now, finding himself within inches of them. His finger barely knocks the bottom rope when Nathan drags him back to the center of the ring, the entire arena going nuts at the sight of this. Hunter begins to shake his head once again, unable to believe, to even comprehend how much agony he is experiencing from his back and legs.

Douglas: I’m about to give myself a stroke here, out of this excitement. All Hunter has to do is hang on for 25 more seconds in order to retain the Livewire title! But does he have the strength and endurance to stick out this Courtesy Call?

Styles: He can do it, oh my God, he can do it.

Nathan pulls back with all of his strength, Hunter placing his hands over his face, trying to resist the temptation to give in, to tap out to the pain. He grabs chunks of his hair, about to rip them from his scalp due to the pain coursing through his body. He reaches out, grabbing the ankle of Creed, trying to trip him forward, but Creed pulls it away, refusing to have his finishing submission move countered into the Bite. Hunter once again places his hands over his face, trying his best to keep on fighting, to keep on persevering as the fans all stand on their feet, many of them jumping up and down, their eyes diverting between the clock on the titontron and the action inside of the ring. 15 SECONDS LEFT. Hunter unleashes a loud roar, trying to give himself the strength to out last this hold. He places his hands and elbows to the canvas, beginning to drag himself forward towards the ropes once again. They are so far away now, yet he keeps on fighting, continues to battle onward through the agony. Nathan suddenly steps all the way into one of the corners, dragging Hunter with him into it, so that the Livewire Champion would be forced to crawl all the way across the ring in order to reach the ropes. Hunter shakes his head, going into convulsions it almost appears, trying to keep on fighting, yet the Courtesy Call is too much, too powerful to withstand. 7 SECONDS LEFT. Hunter grunts as Nathan roars, blood still glowing down his face. He grabs a chunk of his hair once again, Hunter trying to block out the pain as he lifts his hand into the air, elevating it off of the canvas. He lowers it towards the ring and then balls it up into a fist, pulling it back and then shaking it. 4 SECONDS LEFT. Hunter is about to tap again, but makes himself stop, clinching his hand into a fist. 3 Hunter stops himself from tapping again, 2 Hunter keeps on struggling with sweat streaming down his face, unleashing roars of pain in the process. 1, Hunter slaps the canvas, tapping out to the Courtesy Call right as the time expires, coinciding with it almost.

Douglas: Hunter tapped out to the Courtesy Call! He tapped out!!!

Styles: Did he tap before the time limit expired?

Hunter continues to tap, yelling in pain with all the power of his lungs as the crowd begins to go nuts, everyone screaming in joy over the fact that Nathan just won the Livewire Championship. Nathan falls to his knees into the turnbuckle in front of him, leaning against it upon the side of his face with sweat streaming down his face. Hunter rolls across the canvas, gripping his back and his knees while the official grabs the Livewire title belt and the tag strap from the time keeper. He carries both championships towards Nathan, who utilizes the turnbuckle to stand up. Did My Time hits the PA system as Creed stands up, lifting both arms into the air in a victorious pose, almost tumbling to the canvas several times though due to the extreme loss of blood and the fatigue coursing through his body. The official hands him the Livewire title belt, and then the tag team title strap, Creed holding both title belts above his head, trying to straighten himself out. The crowd is still on its feet, putting their hands together and cheering while Nathan drops down to his knees, holding the title belts to the sides of his face in a triumphant pose.

Dan: Nathan Creed has finally done it, he has beaten Hunter here tonight in the Ultimate Submission match, and has become the new Livewire Champion!

Styles: What a turn of events here at ECW Guilty as Charged.

Douglas: You know, not even that was enough to take the smile off my face based off of what I just witnessed.

Nathan continues to hold both title belts above his head, the gold shimmering above his head while Hunter pulls himself up the ropes, getting to a standing base with his legs almost cutting out beneath him. He stares at the official’s face, looking infuriated as he is brought the Submission title belt. He points up at the clock on the titontron, implying that he did not lose, that he tapped after the time limit had expired. The official shakes his head, disagreeing with him as Hunter kicks the bottom rope and holds his lower back. He demands that the referee reverse his decision as Nathan stands up in the center of the ring, holding both title belts above his head once again to a huge eruption from the crowd. He drops down and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring as Hunter grabs the official by his shirt, pushing him backwards to the center of the ring and shaking him violently. He looks as if he’s absolutely snapped before he kicks the official to his gut and then places him in a front facelock. He lifts the referee into the air and delivers the Lights Out. The fans are absolutely enraged as the ref’s head bounces off of the canvas, rolling onto his back, looking absolutely out cold while Hunter rolls over onto his knees. He runs his hands into his hair, looking as if he’s absolutely lost it after being beaten by Nathan Creed.

Dan: Damnit, somebody come out here and get this madman out of the ring. You lost the match Hunter, deal with it instead of acting like a spoiled child!

Styles: But did he tap before or after the time expired. In my opinion it was too close to call, therefore Hunter should legally retain the title.

Nathan stands on the outside of the ring, staring into its interior with his face covered in blood and sweat. Hunter stares at him with a sadistic look in his eyes, trembling with rage as Nathan smiles and then lifts the Livewire title belt into the air. Hunter begins to punch himself in the temple, ripping from his head threads of his own hair. The official lies at his side, completely unconscious.


BACKSTAGE


River Angelus stands in the forefront of the camera, his arms crossed while he stares upwards and off the camera, picturing himself with title gold perhaps. The camera pans out slowly, revealing backstage correspondant, Wilhelm standing before him, wearing a swollen back pack for some odd reason while he clutches a microphone. Angelus is dressed in some rather dark clothing while he wears a kind of cocky grin upon his face. Wilhelm is attired in a black Retribution t-shirt and blue jeans.

Wilhelm: River Angelus, over the past few weeks we've seen a definite change in your persona, building up to this huge Double Stakes Shoot Out tonight, where you will have the shot to win either the Submission title number one contendership, or an opportunity at the Livewire title belt, do you think your change in attitude will help propel you to a victory?

Angelus grins while lowering his head and placing a finger beneath his nose, cupping his elbow with his other hand.

River: Do I think my attitude will weight favorably upon my performance? Of course I do, why? Because I'm not going to be out there meandering about and playing the part of a performing clown for the idiotic drones out there. Success is within my grasp, I realize that, it's mine for the taking, and the fans are not gonna hold me back from reaching out and wrapping my hands around my destiny. Tonight, I take a step in my quest for title gold, but not just the championships that this Double Stakes whatever alots me opportunities at, but......

Poppa Cherry suddenly steps into the camera's frame, breathing deeply in an exhausted fashion as he leans against River's arms. He bends forward to catch his breath while River and Wilhelm stare at him in an awkward fashion.

Poppa Cherry: I'm sorry to interupt, but have any of you seen a spanish midgit run through here?

Angelus raises an eyebrow before glaring at Wilhelm and then back at Poppa Cherry.

River: Does this look like the Neverland Ranch, of course we haven't seen any damn midgits, I'm trying to conduct an interview here.

Poppa nods and then rushes off, pushing his way past Wilhelm and Angelus. River shakes his head as he turns it in the direction of Wilhelm, who is preoccuped with watching Poppa Cherry taking off down the hallway. River reaches out and pushes him sideways a bit.

Angelus: Hey, pay attention to me! You see, this is exactly what I'm forced to deal with on this show. I'm the standout performer, the best Annihilation has to offer, yet I'm overshadowed by this freaking sideshow act going on around here. I'm sick of it, I'm absolutely fed up with all this garbage. I'm going out tonight and I'm gonna perform in this three ring circus, and for once, I'm going to be the Ring Master. I'm gonna dictate the control of that match, and I'm gonna be walking away with a shot at the Livewire title, the Submission title, hell any title, I don't give a damn, as long as I'm wearing a championship when I begin my quest for the World Heavyweight title. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go out and show these people the definition of talent.

River turns and walks away as Wilhelm shifts around with the mic in hand, watching him to depart. He now lifts his hand into the air, brushing sweat from his forehead as he removes the book bag straps from his shoulders. He lowers it down onto the floor and unzips it in a hurry, revealing Mini Cherry within. The small Spanish midgit crawls out of it, breathing heavily, having been slightly deprived of air this entire time.

Wilhelm: Did I do good?

The midgit nods before his eyes light up with fear.

Poppa Cherry: I knew I'd find you you son of a bitch!

Cherry rushes into the camera's frame as Mini Cherry turns and rushes off in a hurry. Wilhelm stands and watches them flee with a microphone still in his hand, shaking his head as a result of all this madness.


CHRIS HUNTER INTERVIEW


Douglas: Man, we just witnessed one hell of a battle between Nathan Creed and Hunter over the Livewire title, marred in controversy, but now, I'm going to provide what I've been promising for weeks, we're going to have the interview, possibly of the year between myself and Chris Hunter, who we understand is joining us live via satellite right now.

Styles: Wow, who's Chris Hunter?

Chris Hunter is now shown upon the titontron. The fans erupt into cheers at the sight of him as Chris is shown seated in a hospital gown, in what appears to be a medically orientated room. He stares sickly into the camera, his face a pale shade with a bandana covering his head, in order to prevent the sight of his massive hair loss. The words, via satellite lining the bottom of the screen. The camera cuts to Dan Douglas seated behind the announce table, leaning forward with his elbows pressed to it

Douglas: Chris, it's nice to have you with us..

Chris puts his finger up to his ear, trying to listen to what was said through a tiny microphone inside of his ear drum.

Chris Hunter: It's great to be able to talk to you and the fans Dan

Douglas nods his head, in a respectful understanding fashion.

Douglas: I'm not gonna beat around the bush, I know a lot of people have been waiting to hear about your prognosis, so that's going to be my first question. What is your current condition Mr. Hunter?

Chris lowers his head, unleashing a sigh, seemingly having trouble responding to such a hard hitting question, with such dire repercussions.

Chris Hunter: As you can tell I am in a hospital bed right now. Last week the doctors took the tumor out of my brain, but the cancer has spread down to my spine. They are extending the chemotherapy treatments, and we'll just go from their. I grow weaker by the minute, and the doctors were hesitant to even let me do this interview.

Douglas: I'm sorry to hear that Chris, as I'm sure the millions of fans watching at home are as well. Who I'm positive are sending their most heart felt condolances to you and your family.

Chris waits patiently in order to hear everything through the mic in his ear before nodding his head and smiling a tad.

Chris Hunter: The cards and letters I've received from the fans during the past month or so have been great. I thank them from the bottom of my heart.

Douglas: That's excellent, always good to hear about our adoring fans stepping up and showing their appreciation for athletes of your ability. Now, stop me if my question is too personal, no need to answer, but how is your family dealing with this current predicament?

Chris listens for a few moments and then responds, not looking too happy with how he is going to be forced to respond, a nurse passing behind him.

Chris Hunter: Well to be brutally honest I really don't have any people I can call my family. Most of you know of my background being born in Brooklyn to a crack addict of a mother, and a father who was never there. I was adopted by a couple from Chapel Hill, North Carolina, but they don't approve of the wrestling business, so I havent heard from them in about 5 years...It would be nice to have some family around especially in a time like this, but I've learned to live without them. And you know how hard it is to make friends in this business Dan, so it's been pretty lonely in this hospital room.

Douglas: You’ve got no one at all, no significant other helping you through this?

Chris looks a tad distressed.

Chris Hunter: No one at all. You all know of my previous relationship with Liberty, but that has since ended. I believe she is the one that started the rumors that I am 100% healthy and cancer free, so you can understand why she hasn't been around. But yes Dan, no family at all has stepped up to help me through this. It gets me down at times, but I've just gotta keep fighting this on my own if thats what needs to be done.

Douglas nods his head, forcing a smile.

Dan: It’s good to see that your trying to look at the bright side of things in this situation. Which is always important when dealing with a medical condition such as this. Now, here comes a tough one. Do you plan on stepping back into the ring once, or if, you recover?

Chris smiles a bit.

Chris Hunter: That is a question I have asked myself many times since being diagnosed. And to be completely honest, I miss being in the ring more and more each day. Once I recover, I will be back in the ring as soon as possible. Of course I'd have to regain my strength and get my weight back and get some ring rust off, but yes, I'll definately be back in the ring. I just pray that I get that chance.

Douglas smiles, nodding his head as he listens to the statement.

Douglas: That’s excellent to hear, I’m sure we all just can’t wait to see you get back in the ring and compete. And I’m just crossing my fingers in the hopes that it’s very soon. So how are you approaching your treatment, are you optimistic that the chemo is helping?

Chris Hunter: I have faith that the doctors know what they are doing. Cancer is a very dangerous disease with no known cure, as we all know. All chemo may be doing in the long run is giving me a few more months. With the cancer spreading like it has been, a few more months may be all I have. I just gotta keep my faith in God and stay strong through this whole ordeal.

Douglas: So, sorry this is another tough question, have the doctors actually given you an outlook, what your chances are of making it through this?

Chris Hunter: I haven't asked. That's something I do not want an answer to. I live life day by day, and I don't want anyone numbering my days. I do know if I were to ask, I probably wouldn't get an answer that I'd like to hear. I'm still very optimistic that I am going to pull through this and return to the ring.

Dan: Good, that’s excellent to hear that your keeping your spirits up. And I apologize is these questions are unprofessional in anyway.

Chris Hunter: I expected to be asked the questions. You're just doin your job Dan.

Dan: Chris, how do you feel about the internet rumors being started, implying that this has all been a fraud. We’ve got some reports of people claiming that your trying to earn disability in order not to compete any longer. Other claims are that your in Hollywood filming a movie, and some have implied that your actually in a drug rehab facility. What do you say to all these doubters out there?

Chris Hunter: Heh. I can't let that stuff bother me right now. I didn't know how bad the rumors have gotten until just now. I guess the reporters have to report something, and they choose to report lies. But the rumors are hardly worrying me right now. There is much much more I need to be worrying about at this point in time.

Douglas: What are some of the things that your looking forward to doing after you recover, any life long goals that have gone unaccomplished?

Chris seems to ponder his response for several moments before providing one.

Chris Hunter: Well of course I want to return to the ring and make my mark in the ULW. But along with that, I'd like to start a family. Find a good woman, and have some kids. So yea, I want to be succesfull in the ULW, and have my own family...if I recover.

Dan nods his head, interlocking his hands before grinning slightly.

Douglas: Well, I'd like to thank you for your time Chris. We all appreciate you taking a second from your recovery process to give us some incite into how your dealing with this.

Chris Hunter: My pleasure Dan. I looking forward to speaking to you again.

Douglas: And lets all hope that that happens sooner rather than later.

Chris smirks a bit.

Chris Hunter: Yea, of course. Have a good one Dan.

Chris Hunter continues to grin before the feed is cut. Douglas turns towards Styles now, both men looking very serious and solice.

Douglas: What a great young man that Chris Hunter is, a future champion is you ask me.

Styles: He really showed a lot of heart and courage to come on television and tell us about his condition.

Dan: I wish him the best of luck.


BACKSTAGE


Hunter strolls through the backstage area, his head lowered and sweat dripping from his body. He shakes his head back and forth, unable to accept what occured, what transpired in the ring, the lose of his Livewire title in that intense Ultimate Submission match. Sweat still drips from his body, with the Submission title resting over his shoulder, but that is still not good enough, he feels deprived of his rightful gold, not having that same feeling of respect for himself. He seems to be experiancing an extreme drought of pride while he continues forward, passing two women who are standing in front of one another, talking amongst themselves over the events which have unfolded thus far in their love lifes. Hunter stops and glares over his shoulder at them.

Hunter: What the hell are you two laughing at!?!

Hunter steps towards him, his entire body filling with rage as the two girls stare at one another and then back at the Submission Champion. A blond hair woman is the person Hunter closes in upon.

Lady: We weren't laughing at you?

Hunter: What, do you think it's hilarious that I was just screwed out of my title? Huh, well do you? Does it entertain you that I got beaten? Huh, does it! Are you so malicious that you laugh at another person's misfortune, do you!?!

The young blond pushes herself up backwards against the wall as Hunter steps in front of her, his eyes buldging from their sockets and the veins in his neck protruding from the surface. You can see the veins upon his temple throbbing greatly as he breaths intensly, saliva dripping from his mouth as well as sweat dropping off his chin. He almost looks as if he is about to start foaming at the mouth in fact while the young woman's face fills with sheer terror, gasping at the sight of the crazed man before him.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Hunter's face is trembling with rage, his entire body shaking as it appears that his head is about to explode. He turns around and stares down the corridor where Killjoy and Ravnos are standing, both men making their way in his direction, looking unfearful. Hunter runs his hand through his long hair, as he continues to stare at them with a great deal of intensity. Killjoy and Ravnos continue to laugh and point at Hunter.

Killjoy: Uh oh, look out Ravnos, it's the mighty Hunter, we better watch our backs or else....

Ravnos: Yeah, we sho.....oh wait, that's right, we're not women, I guess we have nothing to fear.

Killjoy: True, seeing as Hunter is completely incapable of beating any men.

Hunter steps towards them, his entire body transforming into a light shade of pure red. All the veins in his body are sticking out from the surface of his skin, finding a collection of hair in the palm of his hand. Killjoy and Ravnos stare directly into his face, showcasing no horro whatsoever.

Killjoy: What are you going to do Hunter, you gonna claw my eyes out, or pull my hair?

Killjoy slaps Ravnos on the chest in an almost playful fashin as both men begin to chuckle once again. The two young women have utilized this time to escape the scene.

Ravnos: Come on Killjoy, we need to go do something Hunter is incapable of, winning a match. Hahahahaha.

Killjoy nods his head as he and Ravnos march down the hall, Hunter turning and watching them leave. His entire body is shaking as he flashes his teeth, foam now pouring out of his mouth and dropping to the ground below like he has caught rabbies or something.


BACKSTAGE


Nathan Creed stands in the backstage area with a bandaged placed to his forehead and the Livewire title belt over his shoulder. The crowd erupts at the sight of this, Nathan still panting heavily as he stands in a corridor, just beyond two double doors, impatiently waiting for something. Annihilation backstage correspondant, Wilhelm steps into the camera's frame now with a mic in hand as he approaches Creed.

Wilhelm: Excuse me Nathan, but can I get a word with you on your huge Livewire title win tonight.

Creed turns to look at the young correspondany while shaking his head.

Nathan: Sorry, I'd love to tell you in and all, but Orlando might be arriving here any minute.

Wilhelm looks confused.

Wilhelm: You mean to tell me that Orlando Cruze isn't even here yet?

Nathan stares at him for a second and then glares back at the doors, the camera turning in their direction slowly.


THE GATHERING VS. CHAOS


The arena darkens as air raid sirens sound out. The fans all cheer, and a pair of spotlights, one red and one white, pans over the crowd as if searching for something or someone. A voice is heard shouting over the din.

This is the year where hope fails you
The test subjects run the experiments
And the bastards you know, is the hero you hate
But cohesing is posssible if we strive
Theres no reason, theres no lesson
No time like the present, telling you right now
What have you got to lose, what have you got to lose
Except your soul...ARE YOU WITH US!!!!!

Slipknot's "Pulse of the Maggots" roars through the arena as the fans come to life, rising to their feet as both AWOL and Mayhem stride out through the curtain. They stand at the two corners of the entrance ramp, both glaring out to the crowd who are eagerly roaring their approval, before turning and walking down the ramp to the ring. The pair climb in, head to opposite corners, and climb to the middle rope. They face the crowd, taunting the fans to keep the cheers coming before finally dropping down into the ring to await their opponent. They seem almost impatient to get their hands on the Gathering especially after what took place earlier tonight.

Douglas: Welcome back to the ring Ladies and Gentlemen, and as you can see, we’re about to witness what has really become a very personal feud take center stage here next. Chaos is about to take on the Gathering, with the winning team finally establishing who will be the dominant entity here on Annihilation. I still can't believe Orlando Cruze hasn't arrived in the building yet, that's shocking.

Styles: Yeah, and this thing really heated up earlier tonight with that attack upon Mayhem at the hands of The Gathering.

Dan: True, this is becoming quite the blood feud between two groups of monsters.

The arena's house lights dim to black, the only light left is that of the video screen. On the video screen is static. Through that static appears blood red letters of a gothic style. More and more letters appear on the screen till they spell "KILLJOY". Through the sound system, words can be heard.

"Ya'll want a single? Say fuck that."
"Fuck that, fuck that!"
"Ya'll want a single? Say fuck that."
"Fuck that, fuck that!"
"Ya'll want a single? Say fuck that."
" Fuck that, fuck that!"
"Boom Boom Boom Boom"

"Ya'll want a single?" by Korn begins to play out of the arena's sound system. The crowd gets onto it's feet with a mixture of cheers and boos as Killjoy makes his way out through the entryway and stands on the stage, Ravnos strolling out as well and putting on a disturbing pose, crossing his wrist while rocking back and forth. Killjoy looks around from under the hood of his leather trench coat at the crowd before raising his arms and flipping off the crowd.

Douglas: And here is one of the most repulsive teams I think I’ve ever had the displeasure of witnessing. Killjoy and Ravnos, the Gathering, which has been spreading rumors, stealing cars, and terrorizing many members of the roster over the past couple of weeks. I can’t wait to see them get their comeuppance tonight though.

Styles: Hopefully these two men will pay for their reprehensible actions with their own blood. Yeah, that sounded nice and twisted.

Killjoy and Ravnos continue to stroll down the ring with serious expressions upon their faces when AWOL and Mayhem rush up the ramp, wasting absolutely no time to get their hands on the members of the Gathering. AWOL meets Ravnos with a straight uppercut shot to his jaw, knocking him backwards a bit before he returns a shot to the side of the hall of famer’s face. Killjoy immediately finds himself exchanging shots with Mayhem who eventually throws a knee up into the Gathering members gut. He grabs him by the head as well, standing him up and dragging him towards the barricade before slamming him face first into it. Killjoy bounces off, turning around back first to the barricade as Mayhem continues to throw right hands into his face. Ravnos continues to hit AWOL with right hands to his face, knocking him into the ringside area, the behemoth seemingly caught off guard by the viciousness of the shots.

Douglas: AWOL and Mayhem wasting absolutely no time to get this street fight started in a chaotic fashion!

Styles: Chaotic? Try watching a Sabu match and then get back in touch with me, sweetheart.

Dan Well, I’m officially frightened.

AWOL backs into the apron as Ravnos hits him with another right to his jaw. He steps towards AWOL now, who gets his boot up into his face, the shot causing Ravnos to spiral backwards, waving his arms in the air. AWOL steps forward now and grabs him by the back of the head before charging him forward into the turnbuckle, ramming him shoulder first into it. Ravnos bounces off, turning and ramming back first into the barricade as he grabs his shoulder in a bit of pain. Mayhem grabs Killjoy by the wrist, and then throws him towards the ring with a great deal of speed, whipping him in its direction. AWOL turns around and spots Killjoy charging in as he immediately buries his shoulder to his gut, pushing him over into a back drop. Killjoy lands spine first upon the mats, immediately sitting up and shouting at the top of his lungs as he reaches for his spine. AWOL turns around and immediately begins stomping him before he turns towards Ravnos who rushes in and lays him out with a clothesline. The sheer impact and violence of the move takes AWOL down to the mats back first. Mayhem steps towards Ravnos immediately, kicking him to the gut and grabbing him by the wrist before whipping him in the direction of the steel steps. Ravnos turns and rams shoulder first into the stairs, knocking the top half off and sending them across the mats into the barricade. Ravnos grabs his arm, beginning to grind his teeth after the tremendous blow he just took once again to his shoulder. The referee sticks his head through the ropes, demanding that both teams get in the ring, yet Mayhem doesn’t seem compelled to listen. He steps towards the ring but lifts the banner hanging from the apron, reaching under it. He grabs a steel chair, pulling it out from under the ring and holding it up before he slaps it palm first into his hand. Ravnos stands up quickly, getting both feet beneath him when Mayhem throws the steel chair straight into his face, the metal crashing across his skull and knocking him over the steel stairs backwards. The crowd groans at the sound of the impact, which causes Ravnos to crash onto his back, the fans still applauding the embrace between the chair and Ravnos’ skull. He remains on his back while AWOL stands up, rubbing his throat in a very angry fashion. He starts in the direction of Ravnos while Mayhem reaches down and grabs the hair of Killjoy, pulling him to his feet. He rolls Killjoy under the ring into the ropes and slides in himself immediately, rising to his feet. Killjoy gets onto his knees when Mayhem steps in and kicks him straight to the forehead, knocking him backwards onto his spine across the canvas. He grabs Killjoy around the neck, dragging him to his feet and clutching him by the wrist before whipping him towards the ropes. Killjoy charges into them, bouncing off and coming back in as Mayhem steps forward and bends down for the backdrop. Killjoy stops and steps to his side, giving him a quick, vicious knee lift straight to the forehead. The shot causes Mayhem to stand up straight and stumble backwards when Killjoy moves forward immediately, connecting with a superkick straight to the jaw of his huge opponent. Mayhem staggers backwards straight into a corner, his arms falling over the ropes while the fans boo the combination move they just witnessed.

Douglas: Killjoy finally getting in some offense after being caught off guard with that assault by Mayhem and AWOL.

On the outside of the ring, AWOL stands in front of Ravnos, who has risen to his feet, backed into the barricade. AWOL rushes in, clotheslining him over into the crowd before placing his leg over the barricade as well, stepping into the crowd. He breaths in an intense dragon like fashion while Ravnos stands up in the crowd, shoving them aside as he staggers away from AWOL, trying to regain his composure. He steps directly into a penalty box usually used for amateur Hockey events, falling into the front wall which the glass has been removed from. He turns around as AWOL steps in and throws a right straight to his jaw, followed by another uppercut, Ravnos looking glazed and slightly out of his head for the moment. AWOL steps forward with another right when Ravnos steps out of the way, grabbing the door to the penalty box and the Chaos member by his hand. He opens the door and sticks AWOL’s hand between the door and the opening. He now swings the door closed violently, causing it to almost crush AWOL’s hand. The behemoth pulls it back, wrapping his arm around it and unleashing a roar. He immediately begins to shake his hand while stepping away from Ravnos, who steps forward and gives him a sharp kick straight to that hand. On the inside of the ring Mayhem continues to lean back first against the turnbuckle as Killjoy steps towards him and delivers a knife edge chop across his chest. The crowd responds with a groan at the sound of the blow, which causes Mayhem’s legs to kick into the air and a red streak to form across his chest. Killjoy steps over the ropes now, facing downward into the direction of Mayhem and then beginning to lay into him with right hands, the crowd counting along with each shot. Some of the crowd actually count along with the blows as Killjoy relishes in what he is doing. Mayhem wraps his arms around the back of Killjoy’s legs, stepping away from the turnbuckle, having loaded him onto his shoulders, in position for the Fall From Grace (Jacknife Powerbomb). Killjoy looks shocked before he places his hands to the top of Mayhem’s head, pushing himself over, onto the canvas behind the Chaos member. He lands on his feet, pointing to his temple and turning in the direction of Mayhem, who spins around with a diskus lariat. Killjoy ducks forward, bending under the shot before standing up and wrapping his arm around the back of Mayhem’s head. He drops down into a reverse neckbreaker which slams Mayhem across the back of his head while Killjoy keeps his arm wrapped around his neck. He rolls to his side, pulling Mayhem with him as both men end up on their knees and then rise to their feet. Killjoy seems to be going for a suplex now when Mayhem buries his hands to his gut, shoving him backwards into the ropes. Killjoy bounces off and charges back in when Mayhem bends forward, catching him against his shoulder before standing up and delivering the spinebuster. Mayhem pops back up onto his feet, looking incredibly fierce. AWOL is knocked over the barrcaide with a big boot by Ravnos, both men having battled through the crowd to the ringside area now. AWOL slams shoulder first on the mats before beginning to stand up slowly, Ravnos stepping over the barricade and then hitting him with a hard double axehandle over his spine. AWOL falls to his knees over top of the steel stairs that Ravnos earlier knocked in half. Ravnos approaches the top half of the steps, scooping them up into his arms and then turning towards AWOL, his hand is stretched over the bottom stairs.

Styles: Oh no, don’t do it, my God don’t do it.

Douglas: I’m getting sick of this Styles, quit yelling the damn same thing.

Joey: Hey, that’s what made me the voice of ECW.

Ravnos steps over AWOL before lifting the top half of the stairs into the air and then slamming them down into the hand of AWOL, which was still located over the bottom portions of the steps. His hand is squashed between both steel objects, causing him to retract it while turning onto his posterior. He stares at his hand, growling and breathing deeply in anger over the pain shooting from it. Inside of the ring Mayhem has risen to his feet, spotting Ravnos on the outside of the ring, immediately approaching one of the nearby turnbuckles. Ravnos steps towards the ring, reaching down and grabbing the banner, retracting a ladder of all things from beneath. The fans are shocked to see an object such as this coming into play. Ravnos pulls it all the way out from beneath the ring, lifting it up and placing it across his chest with a menacing expression on his face. Mayhem has dragged himself up onto the top rope, glaring downward at Ravnos, who turns around slowly with the ladder in hand, unsuspecting of the presence of the Chaos member. Mayhem flies off the top rope, soaring in the direction of Ravnos who turns and slams the ladder into his ribs on the way down. Mayhem grabs his mid-section before crashing onto his back and beginning to flop up and down, a grin forming on the face of Ravnos. The crowd responds with shock, many of them holding their own abdomens after witnessing such a collision. Ravnos stares down at him, beginning to rock back and forth with the ladder before he turns in the direction of AWOL, who has risen to his feet. He charges in and lifts his leg into the air, delivering a straight big boot to the ladder, which drives the structure backwards into the face of Ravnos with unbelievable impact. Ravnos is knocked backwards onto the mats, grabbing his face immediately while AWOL glares downward into his face, obviously enraged over what transpired earlier in the evening. He turns towards the ring now when Killjoy flies through the ropes and turns, connecting with a senton suicide dive through the ropes. Killjoy crashes back first into the shoulder of AWOL, knocking both men backwards and crashing onto the mats. Killjoy rolls to his side, placing both arms to the mats and then rising to his feet as fast as he can. He still seems dazed after that spinebuster while grabbing AWOL around the head and dragging him to his feet. He rolls AWOL into the ring under the ropes, somehow managing to pull the gigantic figure to his feet. AWOL gets onto his hands and knees while gripping his hand, which still seems to be causing him a great deal of discomfort. Killjoy slides through the ropes and approaches him before jumping into the air. He comes crashing down knee first onto the hand of AWOL before rolling forward across the canvas onto his posterior, sitting up and staring around at the booing fans. AWOL flops onto his back, holding his arm up into the air, staring at his hand and shaking his head as he tries to block out the pain coursing through it. Killjoy rolls over onto his knees, standing up and approaching AWOL, who has is trying to stand up. The former European Champion grabs AWOL by the arm, extending it out to his side before taking a step back and delivering a knee lift into it. AWOL grabs his hand, pulling it back to his gut while grinding his teeth. Killjoy grabs AWOL’s arm, putting it in a reverse key lock, dropping onto his knee in the process. AWOL begins to shake his head as Killjoy tries to administer as much pain upon his hand as he possibly can. He looks around at the fans, shaking his head at their response before AWOL buries one foot to the canvas and then pushes himself upwards onto his feet. Killjoy looks a little surprised by the resistance of AWOL, who now utilizes his brute strength to push his Gathering adversary backwards into a turnbuckle and out of the submission.

Douglas: AWOL demonstrating some more of that monstrous power that he has within his arsenal.

Styles: If you want to see power and intensity, watch a Rhyno match.

Killjoy remains pressed back first against the turnbuckle when AWOL charges in at him with a great burst of speed. Killjoy gets his knees up into the face of AWOL, causing him to step backwards in a bit of a dazed state. Killjoy charges forward out of the turnbuckle when AWOL bends forward, burying his hands to his chest and gut, hoisting him into the air with a gorilla press. Killjoy slides off of his hands though, dropping onto his feet behind AWOL’s back. The Monster turns around when AWOL spins around as Killjoy steps forward, glaring upward into the face of AWOL and grinning before he shakes his head back and forth in a saddened state before a grin forms across his face, accompanied by a short chuckle at the sight of the so called monster standing before him. AWOL stares at him for a second and then grins before chuckling as well, he reaches out and grabs Killjoy by the throat now while putting on an intense glare. Killjoy begins to choke as he tries to force the arm of AWOL away from his juggular. He finally gets his knee up into the gut of AWOL, causing him to bend forward before Killjoy steps forward and throws a right into the side of his face, followed by another devastating shot. Killjoy now attempts another blow when AWOL ducks forward avoiding it, causing the Gathering member to spin all the way around, directing his back towards AWOL. He buries his shoulder into his spine, lifting Killjoy into the air and rushing backwards towards one of the turnbuckles. He drops backwards into it, delivering a back suplex directly into the turnbuckle. Killjoy bounces off hard, immediately falling forward and into the canvas while AWOL gets onto his knees, wearing an intense expression on his face, brimming with hatred and rage. On the outside of the ring Mayhem has risen to his feet and is now dragging a table out from under the ring to a huge response from the crowd. He lifts it up and puts the object in a diagonal position against the barricade. He backs away from it before turning around and sliding into the ring under the ropes. AWOL stands up, shaking his hand a bit while Mayhem steps towards Killjoy, both men stepping over top of him. They grab Killjoy by his shoulders, standing him up and then pushing him backwards into the turnbuckle, which he connects with spine first, his arms falling over the ropes with a glazed expression in his eyes. His back obviously seems to be causing him tremendous discomfort after that vicious back drop suplex into the turnbuckle. AWOL steps to one side of Killjoy, while Mayhem places himself at the other. The crowd begins to cheer and whoo at the same time as AWOL delivers an open hand chop to Killjoy’s chest, Mayhem then doing the same, both men taking turns wailing on the abdomen of the Gathering alumni. Red streaks are left across the chest of Killjoy as Ravsnos stands up, sliding the ladder under the ropes and into the ring. He holds it in front of him upon the apron while he rises onto it knees first before AWOL turns around and rushes across the ring. He drops down, delivering a baseball slide dropkick into the ladder, which knocks it backwards directly into the knees of Ravnos. The blow is both disturbing and devastating, immediately knocking Ravnos off the apron and then stomach and chest first onto the mats. He bounces off before rolling onto his back and grabbing his knees, the ladder somehow remaining on the apron. AWOL reaches down grabbing a hold of it, and then lifting the steel object into the air, while Mayhem steps towards him and grabs the other end. Both men turn in the direction of the turnbuckle that Killjoy is located in. However, unfortunately for them Killjoy has pulled himself up backwards onto the second rope, flying off and forward into a front dropkick. The crowd is shocked as he connects with the front dropkick straight into the ladder, knocking it backwards into both Chaos member’s chest. All three men collapse onto the canvas as the ladder flies into the air. Killjoy rolls back and forth, gripping his spine and shouting in pain through his back, which is still bothering him. AWOL and Mayhem remain on their backs, both men breathing heavily in astonished states over the collision they just had with the ladder. Killjoy stands up slowly somehow, reaching for his lower back and stumbling a bit as he reaches down and scoops the ladder up off of the ground. He turns in the direction of the turnbuckle, stepping towards it while grimacing from the pain in his spinal column. The crowd begins to boo as Killjoy sets it up and then steps backwards, overlooking the steel structure and obviously mapping out a devious, insidious scheme in order to properly utilize it. He now steps towards Mayhem, grabbing him around the head and attempting to pull him to his feet. Mayhem tries to keep his knees planted to the canvas but Killjoy yanks him up onto his feet while backing him towards the opposite turnbuckle that the ladder is set up against.

Douglas: Ummm, I have the feeling this is going to be quite the impact.

Styles: You wouldn’t know jack shit about impacts, in fact, I bet your still amazed by the impacts in mud wrestling for crying out loud.

Douglas: Was that suppose to be clever? I actually can’t tell anymore, my brain has been basically defecated upon by you freaking guest commentators. When will the madness end Comeau, when!?!

Killjoy grabs Mayhem by the wrist and whips him across the ring into the direction of the turnbuckle. Mayhem steps to the center and then turns around reversing the whip and sending Killjoy at the ladder instead. Killjoy now reverses into a whip of his own once again. Mayhem turns around, spinning out of it and stepping a few feet in front of the ladder before turning towards Killjoy. He steps forward into a clothesline at the Gathering member who ducks under, getting around behind the Chaos members back and wrapping his arms around his waist from behind. Killjoy drops backwards, delivering a German suplex that causes Mayhem to flip over and crash directly into the ladder. The fans are amazed by what they just witnessed, Mayhem bouncing off now and crashing onto his back upon the canvas. A holy shit chant starts from the crowd as Mayhem rolls across the canvas and into the ropes, obviously knocked through a loop by the intense collision.

Douglas: Did you just see that!?! Talk about sickening!

Styles: I’ve seen crazier stuff in....

Dan: If you make one more ECW remark, I’m going to have to get physical up in here.

Styles: But ECW was cool and entertaining.

Douglas: Yeah, but I’ve seen episodes of Sesame Street more entertaining than you.

Mayhem continues to grip his ribs in pain while Killjoy stands up, backing away from him with a grin on his face when he turns around and spots AWOL charging in. The monster dives forward with a gore, straight to the chest of Killjoy, which knocks him backwards into the ladder. His body crashes into it with devastating force, the crowd groaning the sound of the impact, which has caused Killjoy to fall forward onto his knees. His body cringes from the collision while his face tenses up in agony. He leans backwards now, sitting up against the ladder as AWOL stands up and grabs him around the throat. AWOL lifts him into the air, leaning him back first against the ladder before backing up across the ring into the direction of the diagonal corner. He shakes his hand a bit, which is causing him discomfort still before he rushes forward with as much speed as he can in the direction of Killjoy. Suddenly Ravnos enters the ring and rushes in front of AWOL, catching him under his arm and spinning around into the Black Hole Slam. AWOL hits the ring hard as Ravnos hooks his leg immediately. The official drops down and makes the count, realizing that there is no need to question who is the legal man in this already intense street fight.

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AWOL gets his shoulder off of the canvas, rolling to his side while Ravnos rises onto his knees. He crosses his wrist and does his trademark pose while glaring at AWOL, beginning to rock slightly. Killjoy stands up slowly, favoring his back in a great deal of pain while Ravnos stands up and over the legs of AWOL. He reaches down, grabbing a hold of them and lifting both legs into the air. He does it until the back of AWOL’s head is pressed on the canvas with the rest of his body lifted into the air, almost standing on his head. Killjoy rushes forward across the canvas and jumps into the air, extending his leg outward and then dropping it across the face of AWOL. The former World Champion begins to flop on the canvas after the impact, grabbing his head while Killjoy rolls onto his hands and knees, reaching for his lower back in pain. Ravnos holds onto the legs of AWOL, rolling him over onto his chest and the side of his face, placing him in the liontamer. Killjoy rises to his feet in the process, stepping towards one of the turnbuckles and climbing up onto the second rope as he turns to face the ring where AWOL is still being held in the liontamer. He now jumps off, soaring through the air and connecting with an elbow drop straight to the back of AWOL’s head. The crowd groans at the sight of the combination tag team move pulled off by the Gathering. Ravnos breaks the liontamer, stepping forward and crossing his wrist while putting on an infuriated, terrifying glare, shaking after connecting with the move. Mayhem pulls himself up the apron, shaking off the effects of that flip over German suplex into the ladder. Ravnos turns towards him, stepping in quickly when Mayhem grabs the ladder resting diagonally in the corner, by the top half resting over the exposed post. He now pulls it down violently, causing the bottom portion to fly upward into the air like a seesaw that connects viciously straight to the face of Ravnos. He is knocked off of his feet and down backwards onto the canvas, grabbing his forehead as he rolls in reverse. The crowd unleashes a collective gasp at the disturbing impact, which has knocked Ravnos through a loop seemingly. Killjoy steps towards Mayhem now, throwing a right hand that is blocked by the Chaos member. He responds with a forearm shot to the side of Killjoy’s face, knocking him into a spin which causes him to stumble towards a kneeling AWOL. The Chaos member reaches up suddenly, grabbing Killjoy by the throat and then standing all the way up. He reaches around, grabbing the back of Killjoy’s attire and lifting him high into the air before delivering a vicious chokeslam, which drives the Gathering member directly into the canvas across his back. Killjoy sits up with a shocked expression in his eyes before he falls backwards once again. AWOL shakes his hand, which seems to still be causing him discomfort before he drops down on top of Killjoy, hooking his leg.

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Killjoy shoots his shoulder off of the canvas with seconds to spare. AWOL rises onto his knees, appearing annoyed by the resilience of these Gathering members.

Douglas: AWOL is certainly not enjoying these Gathering members constantly kicking out of his offensive moves.

Styles: Thanks for stating the obvious.

Dan: Oh sorry for stepping on your toes on that one.

Mayhem steps over the ropes into the ring as he and AWOL make their way towards the Gathering members. Ravnos has begun to push himself up in the corner as Mayhem steps in, stomping him to the gut repeatedly before throwing a back elbow into his face. AWOL grabs Killjoy around the jaw, pulling him up onto his feet and then kicking him to the gut. He drags his head into a front facelock and then lifts him into the air with a stalling vertical suplex. Mayhem begins to step around the ring with Killjoy held high in the air, turning around in circles slowly before he drops backwards into the vertical suplex after several moments of allowing the blood to rush to Killjoy’s head. Killjoy sits up unleashing a gasp once again while AWOL turns around staring at Mayhem, who reciprocates the glare, both men nodding in one another’s directions. They both steps towards Ravnos, grabbing his wrist and dragging him away from the turnbuckle before whipping him backwards into it once again, viciously. Ravnos drops into the turnbuckle upon his seat while Killjoy starts to stand up in the center of the ring, stumbling a bit. He rushes with a great deal of speed at both AWOL and Mayhem, who turn around and step away from the turnbuckle. They both catch him under his arms and hip toss him forward. They catch Killjoy under the legs, holding him under his arms as well, placed against their chest in between them. Ravnos stands up in the turnbuckle, stepping towards them when they rush Killjoy in his direction and throw him as if he were a battering ram, posterior first into the chest of the monster, knocking both men off of their feet and down to the canvas violently. The crowd puts their hands together at the sight of the move, which has left both members of the Gathering lying on their backs and rolling across the canvas slowly. AWOL approaches the ropes, stepping over them onto the apron and then dropping onto the mats. He lifts the ringside banner into the air and reaches under the ring now, seemingly searching for something. Ravnos and Killjoy have both risen onto their knees as Mayhem steps in between both men, throwing rights into their faces. He grabs Ravnos by the wrist now, standing him up and kicking him straight to the gut before rushing backwards into the ropes, Killjoy standing up in the turnbuckle, beginning to pull himself up onto it. He gets onto the second rope as Mayhem charges back in at Ravnos who stands up, catching him under his arm and then swinging around into a sidebuster. He holds Mayhem out to his side as Killjoy jumps from the second rope, delivering a leg drop to the throat of Mayhem while Ravnos drops to the canvas, connecting with the sidebuster. The fans boo the tag team move performed by the Gathering. Both members roll across the canvas after the move they delivered while AWOL stands up on the outside of the ring, revealing that he has a black sack within his hand, possibly containing within it a very destructive element. Killjoy charges across the ring and dives through the ropes, going into a senton suicide dive straight to the chest of AWOL, knocking both men backwards into the table set up diagonally against the barricade earlier in the contest. Both men crash through the wood, AWOL taking the brunt of the punishment as Killjoy ends up resting on his shoulders and the back of his head, the rest of his body elevated upward against the barricade. The fans stand up, beginning a holy shit chant at the sight of the move.

Styles: Oh my God! Oh my Gooooooddd!!!!

Dan: What he said.

Inside of the ring Ravnos has commenced in stomping upon Mayhem, hitting him to the chest repeatedly before bending forward and crossing both wrist, trembling with rage as his body turns a light shade of red. He rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and then charging back in before jumping into the air with a big splash that Mayhem rolls out of the way of at the last second. Ravnos crashes into the canvas, popping up onto his knees and holding his chest after the impact. Mayhem stands up in front of him, charging backwards into the ropes and bouncing off of them before charging back in at Ravnos. The big man stands up grabbing Mayhem by the throat. Mayhem’s eyes fill with shock as he is lifted into the air before he squirms free and floats around behind the arm of Ravnos. He spins around to face Mayhem who kicks him straight to the gut, grabbing his head and dragging it between his legs, signaling for the Fall From Grace. Mayhem lifts him into the air and up onto his shoulders before delivering the vicious jacknife powerbomb, which shakes the entire ring, the fans acting stunned by the viciousness of the collision. Ravnos’ body cringes as Mayhem drops down on top of him quickly, burying his elbow into the throat of the Gathering member.

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No! Ravnos gets his shoulder up somehow, pushing himself onto his shoulder while Mayhem looks around, extremely agitated that he didn’t earn the victory on that exchange. On the outside of the ring, Killjoy has rolled onto his hands and knees, pushing himself up slowly when AWOL just sits up on the mats, a demonic expression emanating from his face. His eyes turn coldly into the direction of a speechless Killjoy, who glares at him stunned as he pulls himself up utilizing the barricade. Killjoy steps towards AWOL, kicking him to the side of his face and then throwing a right hand into his face. He grabs AWOL around the head, dragging him to his feet in a front facelock when AWOL bends forward, burying his shoulder to the gut of Killjoy and rushing him spine first into the apron. Killjoy hits it with devastating impact, causing his entire body to cringe as a result. AWOL grabs him around the neck now and drops backwards onto the mats, delivering a downward spiral that slams Killjoy face first into the mats. The impact causes Killjoy to bounce into the air and roll onto his back, grabbing his face in a great deal of pain. AWOL reaches down and grabs the mystery sack, lifting it up to his chest, deeply admiring the sight of it. He slides under the ring now, with the sack in hand and evil intentions in mind. Mayhem is holding the top rope, burying his foot into the throat of Ravnos, choking him out almost as the referee steps in, trying to separate them, but realizing there is nothing that he can legally do. AWOL stands up in the ring with the sack in hand as he steps to the center of the squared circle. He turns the black sack upside down and begins to spill thousands of thumb tacks across its surface, AWOL grinning demonically at the sight of them. They sparkle across the canvas as AWOL turns towards Mayhem and Ravnos, who is still being choked. AWOL calls for Mayhem to bring Ravnos over to the tacks, which his tag team partner graciously agrees to. He reaches down and grabs Ravnos around the back of his head, dragging him up to his feet and then towards the tacks, AWOL standing on the other side of them. Killjoy slowly begins to enter the ring, crawling up slowly behind Mayhem, who has bent Ravnos forward into position for the powerbomb. He now lifts Ravnos up into the air and onto his shoulders, AWOL waiting as they prepare to deliver the M.O.A.B (Double Powerbomb), onto the thumbtacks. Mayhem has Ravnos on his shoulders when Killjoy gives him a low blow from behind. Mayhem releases him, Ravnos sliding off his shoulders, landing on his feet in front of him. He stumbles backwards across the thumbtacks when AWOL places him in a pumphandle position. Mayhem spins around, holding his testicles only for Killjoy to lift him into the air across his chest. AWOL drops backwards into the Daisy Cutter (Inverted Pumphandle Slam), which sends Ravnos flying across the ring, crashing into the canvas and rolling under the ropes, spilling to the outside of the ring. Killjoy whips Mayhem around and delivers the Reality (Fallaway Slam position into Rock Bottom), driving him back first into the thumbtacks. The entire arena goes nuts at the sight of this, Mayhem pushing himself up onto his posterior with hundreds of tacks protruding from his flesh and a shocked look in his eyes.

Douglas: Ohhhhh no, Mayhem was just hit with the Reality, straight into those thumbtacks, while at the same time, AWOL connected with the Daisy Cutter on Ravnos. This match has gotten completely out of hand.

Styles: This doesn’t even compare to some of the stu....

Dan: I believe you already! Okay? Remember what I told you about another ECW comment.

Mayhem lies on his side, gripping his back which is full of thumbtacks, all of them glimmering as they protrude from his flesh. AWOL has turned away from this situation, not spotting this incident while he pins Ravnos, Killjoy doing the same to Mayhem. The official drops down, looking around at both men before delivering a double count.

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Ravnos and Mayhem both kick out of the respective pinning predicaments. AWOL rises onto his knees, running his hands over his bald head in a crazed fashion, Killjoy about to pull his hair out a few inches away from him. Both men rise to their feet and turn towards one another when AWOL hits him with a straight uppercut to the jaw, almost knocking him down to the canvas. Killjoy responds with a European uppercut to AWOL, which causes him to stagger now. Killjoy takes a step back and then moves in with a superkick only for AWOL to grab him around the ankle. He pushes it away, causing Killjoy to go into a complete circle before he ends up facing the monster, who grabs him by the throat, clutching it with all of his strength. He lifts Killjoy up into the air now with the chokeslam. Killjoy suddenly grabs him around the hand and arms, dropping backwards into an arm breaker, upon the already injured portion of AWOL’s body. AWOL bounces off of the canvas and then rolls onto his side, shaking his hand, and grinding his teeth in pain. Killjoy rolls onto his knees, proud of his actions seemingly before he stands all the way up and approaches one of the turnbuckles. He slowly begins to scale it, looking very intense, and very determined to obtain the win once and for all in what has been a deranged street fight thus far. Killjoy scales it from the apron, taking his eyes off of AWOL and centering them upon the turnbuckle as he continues to progress upward. The crowd has a mixed reaction now as a sweaty Hunter appears from the curtains, with his Submission title belt in hand. He stares at Killjoy upon the turnbuckle in rage, breathing deeply in an intense, anxious manner.

Douglas: Uh oh, this is certainly not good for Killjoy. Hunter, the man that he and Ravnos bad mouthed earlier, is seemingly coming out here for revenge.

Hunter storms towards the ring in a methodical fashion when Killjoy turns his head and spots him from the turnbuckle, shaking his head and telling him to stay away if he knows what’s good for him. He turns back towards the ring when AWOL throws a right hand upward into his chin, almost knocking him off the turnbuckle. AWOL reaches up and grabs Killjoy by the throat now as he steps up the turnbuckle, getting onto the top rope at a brisk pace. Both he and Killjoy are now precariously standing upon the top turnbuckle when the Gathering member shoves the hand of AWOL away from his throat, blocking another attempt at the chokeslam. He steps forward on the turnbuckle now when AWOL catches him under his arm and jumps off the top. Both men fall to the canvas into AWOL’s Semper Fi (Top Rope Backbreaker). Killjoy bounces off of his knee, flopping into the air and rolling across the canvas immediately, while AWOL ends up on his knees, wearing a menacing expression upon his face. He stands up, breathing deeply in an insane fashion before he approaches Killjoy, grabbing him around the neck and pulling him to his feet before dragging his head between his legs. AWOL turns him so that he is facing the thumbtacks, pointing down at them now while the crowd begins to cheer, realizing that this is going to be the true kill move to finally finish off the Gathering in this contest.

Styles: This is it, my God, this is it!

AWOL wraps his arms around the waist of Killjoy, beginning to lift him into the air when Hunter strikes him in the back of the head with the Submission Championship. The crowd begins to boo furiously, all of them standing up and bombarding the ring with their hatred and rage.

Douglas: What the hell, Hunter just assaulted AWOL!

AWOL releases Killjoy, leaning forward as the Gathering member stands up, back-dropping him over onto the thumbtacks. AWOL slams into them hard across his spine, immediately grinding his teeth and pushing himself up off of the canvas with thousands of tacks protruding from his flesh, much like Mayhem, who is struggling to get to his feet. Hunter stands back, admiring what he just did while Killjoy turns and crawls on top of AWOL in a hurry, hooking his leg.

Douglas: Oh come on, it can’t end this way, it cannot end this way damnit!

The referee seems to be debating rather to make the count before dropping down and doing his job.

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Dan: Kick out AWOL, kick out!!

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The fans are absolutely infuriated over what they just witnessed, many of them grabbing their heads in shock that the Gathering just cheated their way to victory, with the help from of all people, Hunter. Killjoy rises onto his knees amongst the thumbtacks, lifting both arms into the air in celebration over the fact that he just defeated Chaos. Hunter steps towards him, grabbing Killjoy by the wrist and assisting him to his feet while Ravnos stands up as well, all three men staggering into one another’s directions.

Dan: Damnit, I am absolutely repulsed by what just happened, AWOL and Mayhem were screwed out of a victory by Hunter, and the Gathering, but why?

Styles: Has he joined the Gathering?

Killjoy looks barely able to stand after the punishment his body just endured in this intense, hard hitting tag team match as he falls sideways into Hunter, who continues to hold him up and pat him on the shoulder. Hunter chuckles over what just transpired while Ravnos stumbles in and grabs the other arm of Killjoy, lifting his wrist into the air. The fans unleash a loud chorus of boos at the sight of Hunter, Ravnos and Killjoy all three holding their arms up in victory over what occurred.

Douglas: This is making me physically ill! AWOL and Mayhem had the win until that bastard Hunter came out here and got involved!

The Gathering continue to stand triumphant in the ring when AWOL sits up in the pile of tacks, thousands of the pointy objects sticking from his back. His eyes turn in the direction of the Gathering slowly as they drop down to the canvas and roll under the ropes quickly, placing their feet on the mats. They back away from the ring, staring into its center while Killjoy grips his back, Ravnos cross his wrist and puts on a pose, and Hunter points at his title belt then back at the ring. Mayhem stands up and steps towards Killjoy, also featuring an accumalation of tacks sticking from his skin. He drops down next to AWOL, as both men stare at the ramp where the trio is currently located. They give them horrifying glares, looking ready to pounce upon them like hungry lions.

Douglas: Man, I would not like to be any member of the Gathering. Just look at the expressions on both AWOL’s and Mayhem’s faces, they are ready to tear those cheating bastards limb from limb.

Styles: Somehow I do not believe that this issue is over.

Dan: Oh no, this thing is just getting started.

Killjoy, Ravnos and Hunter all three stand on the ramp, grinning in the direction of the ring where AWOL and Mayhem are still located, full of rage and pure hostility.


BACKSTAGE


Silencer is seated in his lockeroom still, in deep thought, rocking back and forth slowly with his hands interlocked and placed on his knees. He seems to be growing greatly impatient, anxiously waiting for something while he bites his lower lip. A ringing can be heard from beside him, emanating from a phone lying on the bench beside his right thigh. Simon's head raises into the air immediately, a serious look befalling his face, taking several deep breaths in the process. He grabs the phone immediately, opening it and placing it to his ear.

Silencer: Hello?

Silencer waits for several seconds, preparing to hear the words from the other end.

Hello Simon.

These words are like daggers cutting through Silencer's calm demeanor, breathing heavily once again.

Silencer: Yeah, it's me, where's my daughter?

Calm down Simon, she's perfectly safe, she's right here beside me in fact. She's nice and calm, watching Retribution, waiting to see what her precious daddy is going to do next. Oh yes, she's quite excited to see rather or not your going to walk out with the World Heavyweight title or not. She's really smart for her age, she truly understands how much this means to you.

Silencer stands up, beginning to pace back and forth while he rubs the patch of flesh between both of his eyes, growing greatly frustrated.

Simon: Put here on, let me talk to her now!

Silencer, your hurting my feelings man, your acting like you can't trust me or something, like I've done something horrible to her. Can you imagine how badly that makes me feel, you don't want to make me feel any worse, otherwise I might have to find ways to relieve my depression and anger, bloody ways. I'm sure you'd like to get your daughter back in one piece, right, that is what this is all about isn't it, your child and the length you'll go to in order to ensure her safety.

Silencer drops onto the bench seat first once again, taking several deep breaths.

Silencer: Will you stop the evil genius bullshit and tell me what you want me to do tonight, in order to get her back?

Hahahahaha, good, that's what I like to hear from you Simon, passion, anger, rage. Your going to need all those things in the ring tonight, if you want to withstand the challenge of the so called mighty Orlando Cruze. You want demands though don't you? You want me to give tell you how your going to handle the match tonight, what your going to have to do to Orlando in the ring. I can gaurantee that it isn't going to be pleasant, in fact, I want something done that is going to be absolutely unbelievable.

Silencer: What? What!?! Get on with it already!

Silencer stands up, screaming into his telephone in anger.

It's simple, real simple. All you have to do is beat Orlando Cruze tonight. If you can defeat him for the World Championship, then guess what, you'll get your daughter back unharmed and unscaved. Not a single hair will be touched on her chinny chin chin. She'll be perfectly safe Simon.

Silencer is pacing once more, running his hand over his head repeatedly while he tries to calm himself down.

Of course, if you don't win, then not to be cliche, but you'll never see your daughter again. Toodles Simon, and good luck.

The phone goes dead as Silencer unleashes a roar and throws the phone into the wall, shattering it into pieces. He steps backwards, looking up at the cieling and trying to calm himself down as he unleashes a sigh.


BACKSTAGE


The fans erupt into cheers, all of them growing crazy as the doors leading into the arena fly open and the World Heavyweight Champion steps into the camera's frame. The World title belt is placed over his shoulder, glistening brightly as he continues forward, dressed in his street attire on this occasion. It's obvious that he just arrived at the arena, having been dealing with some pressing matters perhaps. Nevertheless he seems determined, a passion filling his eyes that hasn't been seen in a while, obviously prepared for what lies ahead, the action that is about to transpire in the ring, his huge World Heavyweight title defense. He steps forward slowly when a figure steps into the camera's frame in front of him, it's Nathan Creed, the co-holder of the tag team titles. The crowd goes nuts at the sight of him as well, the bloodied and still sweaty Nathan holding the Livewire Championship over his shoulder. He stops a few inches away from Cruze, who almost seems oblivious to his presence, continuing forward past Nathan. Creed reaches out and grabs him by the arm of his jacket.

Nathan: Hey Orlando....

Cruze turns around to face Nathan, acting as if he just spotted his tag team partner wearing a large bandage over his forehead.

Orlando: Oh, what's up Nathan?

Creed appears bewildered as he stares into the face of the World Champion, Orlando peering at Nathan from behind a pear of thick sunglasses.

Creed: Man, you acted like you didn't even see me. I've been standing back here waiting for you all night long, I was beginning to think you weren't even going to make it.

Cruze rears his head backwards, staring up at the ceiling, slightly annoyed.

Nathan: I mean, what took you so long to get here? You've shown up the last few weeks kind of late to the events, I'm starting to wonder if there's something wrong man.

Cruze peers at Nathan sternly, removing his sunglasses.

Cruze: Of course there's something going on Creed. I'm dealing with something that is kind of hard to comprehend, after all, did you see Silencer's little phone call earlier tonight?

Nathan nods his head.

Orlando: Well I saw it too, and I'm pretty much the only man standing between him and getting his daughter back. I don't think I can deal with that type of choice tonight, I mean I could go out and give him the match of his life and beat him, thus never allowing him to see his daughter again, or I could throw it away and lose my championship. I've had the driver circling the arena all night long just so I could think about it, and I still haven't been able to make up my mind.

Creed looks at him in a surprised state, before lowering his head, realizing the conundtrum that the Champion has found himself in.

Nathan: There's only one thing you can do Cruze, go out and give Silencer the match of his life. It's your only option.

Cruze looks down at the ground, obviously still contemplating his choices as Nathan steps forward and pats him on the back. He walks away now, leaving Orlando to deeply ponder his options.


BACKSTAGE


Comeau is seated in his black chair in his office. He seems to be fast at work upon something, beads of sweat racing down his forehead as he wipes them away, feversihly completing some type of tash. Is he actually doing his job for once? Could it possibly be? The camera pulls back to reveal that he is currently placing a lego on top of a giant red skyscrapper upon his desk, seemingly having worked the entire night in order to complete it. The door swings open as two figures enter, looking enraged, one being AWOL and the other being Mayhem, both men obviously ready to destroy the entire arena. Mayhem steps towards Comeau's desk and before he even has time to respond, knocks the lego skyscrapper over onto the ground, causing it to bust into a thousand pieces. Mark stares down at it with his jaw dropping in anger. AWOL steps towards a small tree in the corner, grabbing it from its pot and throwing it across the room in anger. Comeau leans back in his chair staring at both men with wide eyes. Mayhem continuing to slam the sides of his fist upoin the desk.

Mayhem: Comeau! Did you see what happened out there!?!

Mark stares at Mayhem and then down at his destroyed lego skyscrapper in a saddened state.

Mark: No, sorry, I had more pressing matters at hand.

AWOL steps towards Mark, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and pulling him up onto his feet so that he is at eye level with both men. They breath demonically into his face as he stares back and forth at the angry behemoths, not knowing quite what to say. He reaches down, grabbing a plate off his table and holding it up towards them.

Comeau: Complimentary mint?

Mayhem grabs the plate and throws it across the room, shattering in on the wall. He gets up real close into the face of Comeau now.

Mayhem: We were cheated, that son of a bitch Hunter came out and used a title belt to cost us the match! We want revenge, and we want it tonight! Book the rematch right now!

Comeua takes a deep breath as he looks over at AWOL, who has not uttered a single word, just continues to glare intensly into his face. His eyes shift back to the furious Mayhem.

Comeau: Guys, I hate to say this, but besides the fact that I have no idea who you wrestled tonight, I'm gonna take an educated guess and say that's completely impossible. But since you uttered the name Hunter, I can give you something at least. Next week, how about we have, you (points at AWOL) versus Gatherer.

Mayhem: And what about me!?! What do I get to satisfy my rage?

Comeau seems to be thinking to himself before an answer dawns on him.

Comeau: How about, a 12 pack of Natural Light.

Mayhem grabs Mark by the throat, squeezing it as Comeau gags, rolling his eyes a bit.

Mark: (Speaking in Muffeled voice) Actually, I just remembered, I don't have a Xtreme title match for next week, so what do you say I give you a shot to win that belt back?

Mayhem glares at AWOL, who nods his head. Mayhem grips the throat of Comeau a little tighter.

Mayhem: That's not good enough! We want someone tonight? We want to destroy somebody to make up for what happened in that ring.

Comeau stares back and forth at both men.

Excuse me gentlemen, savior coming through here.

Jen Electro steps into the camera's frame now, pushing his way through both men. AWOL and Mayhem take a step back looking in shock at Electro. Comeau does the same, rubbing his throat in a bit of a relieved fashion.

Jen: Hey fellas, sorry to interupt, but I actually have something important to say. Comeau, I couldn't help but to notice that you didn't have a match with me in tonight. I just have to voice my displeasure with such a decision, I mean, I'm here to clean up this corporation of deviants such as....hey, a mint.

Electro grabs one of the chocolate covered mints which spilt onto Comeau's table and pops it into his mouth, he begins chewing it while talking.

Electro: Well anyway, I was wondering if you could like throw me into the main event or something, that's usually what happenes with the new guys here right? So if I could get Orlando one on one tonight it would be great, after all, it wasn't like you had anything big planned or somethin...

AWOL big boots Jen to the side of his face, knocking him backwards into Mayhem who immediately puts him in a full nelson. The crowd begins to cheer on the inside of the arena as AWOL steps in and throws an uppercut into his chin before delivering body shots. Jen Electro shouts in pain and looks as if he has no idea what is going on. Comeau begins to dial on his phone for security as Mayhem grabs Jen by the back of his head and slams him face first into a file cabinet. Electro stands up with a shocked look in his eyes before Mayhem and AWOL grab him by the back of his head and rush him at the door. They throw him with all of their strength directly into it, the door breaking off of its hunges and collapsing into the outside hall with Jen lying on top. He slams into it hard once it strikes the floor and then rolls across its surface, looking to be in a lot of pain. Mayhem and AWOL take a step back, both men breathing in anger, yet looking a little bit more relaxed over what they just did. Both men turn their heads towards one another slowly.

AWOL: Man, they should offer this up as a form of therapy.

Mayhem nods his head agreeing with AWOL as the camera turns to Electro lying on his back across the door. A little Spanish midgit rushes by, stepping on his stomach as he runs down the hall with a frantic look in his eyes. Electro's entire body shoots upward as the Mini Cherry steps off of him and continues down the hall. Poppa Cherry now steps into the camera's frame and onto the gut of Jen Electro as well before stepping off and continuing after his sidekick.

Poppa: Come back here you lil bastard!

Cherry continues after him down the hallway.


SHINZAN VALFANE VS. RIVER ANGELUS VS. ASHER DUBOIS VS. TOO MAGNIFICENT
DOUBLE STAKES SHOOT-OUT


Dan Douglas: “Wow, Cruze being forced to deal with a heavy burdon but up next we have the Double Stakes Shootout match. The rules of this match are a bit complicated and it might take a moment to explain them.”

Joey Styles: “OH MY GOD!!!”

Dan Douglas: “Right. Anyway, the rules are as follows. The first fall will decide the number one contender for the ULW Livewire championship. When that fall is decided, the winner and loser of that fall will be eliminated. The second fall will be decided under submission rules between the two men who did not get pinned in the previous fall. The second fall will decide the number one contender for the ULW Submission title.”

The lights go out in the arena and then in a scratchy voice with a Cajun accent you hear "I'll cry for you always". Then a white light shrouds the whole arena and makes everything glow white and the sprinkler system goes off and water falls from the rafters as Behind Blue Eyes by Limp Bizkit hits the pa system and smoke rises from under the entranceway and on the screen you see in black an white a guy doing some crazy moves and in every picture his eyes are blue. It has some close ups but the only colour in the pictures is the blue eyes. Then a guy walks out of the smoke wearing a long black duster coat with a chain wrapped around his right arm and just dragging on the ground he has his head down and his long hair in his face he then walks to the ring at a normal pace and slides under the ropes then when in the ring he falls too his knees and flicks his head back and looks at the sky. Now you can see his unique almost hypnotic blue eyes and the tear drop tattoo under his left eye he then touches his teardrop and blows a kiss to the sky then white pyros shoot off from the ring posts and he stands up and takes off his coat and then sits in the corner and waits for his opponent.

Dan Douglas: “Here is Asher, a great entrance to be sure but he has been quiet over this past week. I wonder if that is going to have any bearing over how things go in this match.”

Joey Styles: “This match is going to be hardcore, its going to be extreme, its going to be one of the best matches we here at ECW have ever done before. Remember this is Joey Styles reporting live to you from the Bingo Hall for ECW Barely Legal 98.”

Dan Douglas: “Earth to Joey? Is there even anyone in there?”

The arena lights suddenly cut out and the jumbo tron turns to static. Haunting tones fill the arena as through the static can be seen two words. "Shinzan Valfane." The eerie industrial tones of Murdercycle's "Nightmare Symphony" are heard. The song suddenly twists into heavy guitar as flames explode on the entry ramp, showing Shinzan Valfane standing at the top, leaning on his cane. Valfane limps down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, pulling himself up by the ropes, before casting his cane aside and jumping to the top rope, executing a picture perfect back flip, ending in a mocking bow.

Dan Douglas: “Shinzan Valfane, an interesting person to say the least. His Japanese Strong wrestling style is sure to go over well during the submission bout, but that’s only if he doesn’t end up winning or losing the first fall.”

Joey Styles: “It’s the beast from the east. The Japanese Strong man who will kick your head off if he is given a chance.”

Dan Douglas: “That’s some good input there Joey”

Joey Styles: “And that is why ECW is the innovator of professional wrestling today. Unlike Vince McMahon with his World Wrestling Federation and his so call new breed of professional wrestling. This is real wrestling here at ECW and don’t you forget it.”

Dan Douglas: “And there you go ruining it.”

The lights turn off, and the jumbo tron flickers with static, The Song Dead cell by papa roach begins and the lights flicker on and off, this is followed by Misty walking down towards the ring. Misty stops before getting in to the Ring and sits on the bottom rope. A pyrotechnic display happens at the entrance and River Walks straight out followed a few steps behind by David River looks directly forward while David gives signed headshots to the crowd. River jumps straight in the ring through the middle of the ropes which misty has opened. And straight after this David helps Misty down and walks with her a few meters away from the ring.

Dan Douglas: “And here comes River Angelus. He’s another one who has been quiet all week. It makes me think if he is going to take this match seriously. I know he’d like to have a crack at getting the Livewire gold around his waist, but then again, a lot of ULW would.”

Joey Styles: “This is Joey Styles coming to you live from the Bingo Hall in Philly where we are seeing The Human Suplex Machine Taz going up against that brat Raven and ECW’s favourite son, Tommy Dreamer in a hardcore street fight to end all street fights.”

Dan Douglas: “Are you even on the same page as me?”

The Most Sadistic by Necro begins to play. The crowd breaks out into boos as Too Magnificent makes his way out onto the stage with two titles on his shoulders. He takes the titles off his shoulders and holds them up in the sir proudly before making his way down to the ring. As he walks down to the ring, he holds the titles out to the fans only to pull them away saying “you are not good enough to touch my titles”. Mag walks around the ring to the announcers table where he places both belts out of the way. He then climbs into the ring and throws both his arms above his head to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Mag gets ushered into the only remaining corner so the referee can do his checks before calling for the bell to begin the match.

Dan Douglas: “And here comes Too Mag! We have really seen an improvement in him over this past week. This man is doing double duty with this match and the Xtreme title match. Let’s see if he can add a Livewire or Submission title shot to his already impressive list of accomplishments.”

Joey Styles: “HERE HE IS!! THE HOMMICIAL, GENOCIDAL, SUICIDAL CHAMPION OF ECW!! THIS IS SABU!!”

Dan Douglas: “I think this one is broken, give me someone else. Anyone else.”

Once the referee checks everyone out for weapons, he turns to the time keeper and calls for the bell to begin the match. All four men look at each other looking not too sure about what is going to happen now or who should start. Mag leans into the corner and motions to the other to bring it on. Angelus rushes over from the opposite corner and splashes Mag in the corner while Shinzan and Asher trade punches in the center of the ring. Mag pushes Angelus out of the corner like he weighed the same as a feather. Angelus rushes back in only to find himself connecting with the boot of Mag. On the other side of the ring, Shinzan looks to be getting the advantage over Asher. Shinzan punches Asher back into the ropes, pushes him off and sends Asher across the ring. On the bounce back, Shinzan connects with a spinning chop to the chest of Asher that sends him to the mat. Mag picks up Angelus and props him up in the corner and connects with two elbow shots before arrogantly measuring Angelus for the third before hitting it. Mag picks up Angelus and places him on the top rope before climbing up himself and dropping Angelus to the mat with a huge super-plex. Shinzan keeps up the attack on Asher by whipping him into the ropes and connecting with a vicious roundhouse kick to the head before going for the cover. Before the referee can begin the count, Angelus is somehow able to leap onto Shinzan, breaking up the pinfall. Mag picks up Asher and drops him right back down to the mat with a DDT before going for the cover. The referee actually makes it this time for the count.

1…

Shinzan kicks the back of Mag’s head, breaking up the pinfall.

Shinzan picks up Mag and the two stand off for a moment. Shinzan looks to be measuring Mag for a punch or a kick but Mag holds p his hand as if asking Shinzan to wait. Mag leans in and whispers something into Shinzan’s ear. After a moment the two nod and shake hands, forming an alliance of some sort for the moment. Shinzan and Mag pick up Asher and whip him into the ropes, catching on the way back with a double clothesline. They then pick up Angelus and Mag hoists him up and sends Angelus crashing back down to the mat with a choke slam. Mag covers Angelus but Shinzan pushes him off. The two have a small argument between themselves while Asher sneaks up behind Shinzan. Asher goes for the roll up on Shinzan but Shinzan holds onto the ropes so that he doesn’t go down for the count. Shinzan stomps down hard onto the head of Asher while Mag picks Angelus up onto his feet. Mag picks Angelus up with one arm and walks around the ring yelling at the fans before slamming Angelus to the mat with a huge side walk slam. Mag leans to the side and goes for the cover. The referee slides over for the count.

1…

2…

kick out by Angelus.

Mag gets right back to it. He picks up Angelus and shoots him off into the ropes. Angelus bounces back, jumps, and tries for a clothesline on Mag but Mag ducks it and Angelus accidentally hits Asher with the move, sending both men crashing to the outside. Mag and Shinzan look at each other. Mag points to the two guys on the outside and then climbs out. He pulls both Asher and Angelus up and holds them ready as Shinzan bounces off the ropes before jumping over the top rope with a suicide dive. Shinzan collects Asher and Angelus but Mag side stepped at the last second. Mag points to his head indicating that he set this up. Mag grabs Asher and rolls him into the ring. Mag climbs up onto the apron only to have his leg grabbed by Shinzan who pulls Mag off the apron causing him to hit his jaw on the way down. Shinzan crawls into the ring and goes for a cover only to be pulled out by Mag. The two stand on the outside of the ring arguing while Angelus crawls back into the ring and waits with Asher, the two planing an alliance of their own.

Dan Douglas: “The alliance between Shinzan and Too Mag seemed like a good idea at the time but it looks as if Too Mag is using Shinzan for his own ends.”

Joey Styles: “OH MY GOD!! DID YOU SEE THAT!?”

Dan Douglas: “I did and it wasn’t that hardcore. You need to calm down and remember that this isn’t ECW. ECW is dead and only comes back when Vince McMahon wants more money.”

Joey Styles: “ECW WILL NEVER DIE!! VINCE MCMAHON CAN GO SUCK A DICK FOR ALL I CARE!!”

Dan Douglas: “Joey, it’s over. Let it go.”

The referee leans over the ropes and informs Shinzan and Mag that they will be DQ’ed if they do not get back into the ring right away. Mag and Shinzan slide into the ring only to come face to face with a couple of stiff right hand punches from Asher and Angelus. Asher and Angelus pick their opponents up and shoot them off into the ropes at the same time. Mag and Shinzan reverse it and send Angelus and Asher into the ropes. On the bounce back, Mag and Shinzan take their opponents over with tandem spine buster slams. Both men go for the cover but Mag pushes Shinzan out of the ring as the referee counts.

1…

2…

3!

Mag gets up and raises his arms up into the air as he celebrates his sneaky victory. As he celebrates, a masked man jumps over the security railing and slides into the ring. The masked man pulls out a tyre iron and hits Mag over the head with it. Mag goes down to the mat just as Asher gets up to his feet. The masked man hits Asher over the head with the tyre iron before climbing out of the ring and hitting Shinzan with the tyre iron. The masked man makes his way around the ring and up the ramp. When he gets halfway up the ramp he grabs his mask and pulls it off. We now see that Chris Hunter was the man under the mask all this time.

Dan Douglas: “WHAT THE HELL?! IT’S BEEN CHRIS HUNTER UNDER THAT MASK ALL ALONG!! HE’S A FUCKING ASSHOLE!! HE WAS FAKING ALL THIS DAMN TIME!! DAMN HIM!! DAMN HIM TO HELL!!”

Joey Styles: “OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!!”

Dan Douglas: “DAMN HIM!! HE HAD EVERYONE CARE FOR HIM ONLY SO HE COULD DO THIS!! FUCK HIM!! I HOPE HE REALLY DIES FROM CANCER ONE DAY!! FUCK YOU!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!”

The referee slowly rolls Asher and Mag to the edge of the ring where medical staff checks them out as well as Shinzan. Angelus stands in the ring telling the referee that he has won the second fall because Shinzan is out on the floor. The referee doesn’t make a decision but he does keep an eye on the medical staff as they check Shinzan over. After a minute, the medical team back off and Shinzan gets onto his feet. The referee declares the second fall ready to begin and once Shinzan gets into the ring the referee calls for the bell to begin the second fall.

Dan Douglas: “It seems that after that attack from Chris Hunter” *spits* “This match is going to continue. The rules for this one are simple, make your opponent submit. In this bout we will not see Too Mag or Asher because they are now out of this match.”

Joey Styles: “…”

Dan Douglas: “And stay quiet you stupid idiot.”

Angelus and Shinzan circle each other for a moment before locking up. Shinzan goes behind Angelus with a hammerlock that he changes into a cross face chicken wing submission. Angelus struggles against it for a moment before dropping to the mat. The referee asks Angelus if he quits but Angelus screams out that he will not submit. Angelus fights against the hold but that only succeeds in making him fade out faster. Shinzan rocks from side to side as he locks the hold in tighter, Angelus uses this to his advantage and uses the momentum to turn the move onto his front. Angelus makes a desperate attempt at crawling to the ropes but slows down thanks to the successful lock of Shinzan. Eventually, Angelus makes it to the bottom rope and grabs onto it so that the referee makes Shinzan break the hold. Shinzan gets up and stomps on the back of Angelus’ shoulder. Shinzan picks Angelus up and whips him across the ring. When Angelus bounces back, Shinzan takes Angelus over with an arm drag, and then another when Angelus returns to his feet. Shinzan takes Angelus down with a third arm drag and locks in a kneeling arm bar. Shinzan wrenches the arm hard from Angelus’ body making Angelus scream out in pain. The referee asks Angelus if he wants to quit only getting a “NO!” in return. Shinzan brings Angelus up to his feet and locks him in a hammerlock before lifting him up with a back suplex. Angelus comes crashing down on his arm. Shinzan walks over and stomps the shoulder of Angelus once again, making the pain even worse. Shinzan motions that this match is over and locks in his “HALO” (Triangle choke) finishing move. The referee instantly calls for the bell to end the match as Angelus cannot take the pain. Shinzan lets go of the move and gets his arm raised in victory before climbing out of the ring and walking off towards the backstage area.

Dan Douglas: “Well Shinzan has done it in spectacular fashion. He killed Angelus in the ring to secure a shot at the submission title. Also we saw Too Mag win himself a shot at the Livewire championship and good luck to him.”

Joey Styles: “This has been me, Joey Styles, commentating to you live from the Bingo Hell in Philly where ECW has taken it to the extreme once again for Acclaims Guilty As Charged pay-per-view. Goodnight everyone.”

Dan Douglas: “Give me a new commentator… PLEASE!!”


BACKSTAGE


KIlljoy, Ravnos and Hunter storm down a hallway, all of them looking very intense, and eager over the possibilities of their budding relationship. Hunter throws his Submission title over his shoulder, very pleased with the fact that he utilized it against AWOL earlier tonight, in order to cost him his match, but seemingly strangely lonely without the Livewire gold covering his other arm.

Killjoy: Man, the look on AWOL’s face was priceless, absolutely priceless. Did you guys see the expression in his eyes as he turned and watched us get our arms raised in victory. He was furious, nay enraged, just the type of monster that we’ve been waiting to see arise for quite some time now.

They all nod their heads while Hunter polishes the Submission title, knowing it was the instrument which spelt the demise for Chaos in that huge tag team match earlier in the evening.

Hunter: Yeah, it’s too bad they award such a waste of flesh with an actual title opportunity though.

Killjoy and Ravnos pause in their step, both men looking insulted as they turn their heads in the direction of Hunter, not liking what they just heard whatsoever.

Killjoy: Excuse me? Did you just imply that AWOL has somehow facilitated himself a shot at the World title belt?

Hunter tilts his head, nodding it in a sympathic fashion at the same time. Killjoy slides his hands into his hair, rubbing his scalp as if he can't believe it.

Killjoy: That doesn't make any sense.

Ravnos: Yeah, the guy hasn't even done anything to earn a shot at the belt, who's the last person he's pinned, Orlando? That doesn't prove a thing.

Hunter: Your preeching to choir fellas. In fact, all AWOL has to do in order to get a shot at the title is pin Orlando's challenger tonight, two weeks from now. And we all know that everyone and their mother can beat Silencer.

Killjoy and Ravnos glare at one another, then back at Hunter.

Killjoy: Hold your tongue Hunter, keep in mind that Silencer is joining our ranks later tonight. Mostly because we have something to offer him, that no one else does, literally. But this is truly a miscarriage of justice, a hanging before a trial. AWOL doesn't deserve a title shot, it should be me, Ravnos, or you Hunter, getting World title opportunities, not second rate hasbeens, who were to cowardly to stick it out in the military. We're the Gathering damnit, and as the most dominant team on Annihilation, we're just going to have to do something about this. I have half the mind to march into Comeau's office and......

Comeau: You rang?

The crowd goes nuts on the inside of the arena as Mark Comeau steps into the camera's frame with a tanned suit covering his body, which he is fixing the collar for currently, to make himself look even more professional. He stares into all three angry faces, trying to recall their names.

Mark: Well, if it isn't the, ummmm,. uhhhh, Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. I have a few matters to discuss with you gentlemen.

The Gathering steps towards Comeau, almost surrounding him all three sides as they glare into his face.

Killjoy: Well isn't that ironic, because we've got a few things we'd like to talk to you about....

Ravnos: Yeah, where do you get off giving AWOL a shot to earn a title match? Do you even pay attention to anything that goes on around here.....oh wait, I forgot who I was talking to.

Mark doesn't seem to understand what Ravnos was implying. Hunter steps into Comeau's direction, fixing the Livewire title belt over his shoulder.

Hunter: Yeah Mark, besides this whole foul occurrance, you've failed to alert me as to when I'll be getting my rematch against Nathan Creed for my Livewire title, you saw that I was screwed out there. I didn't tap until the time limit expired, everyone knows it.

Killjoy and Ravnos nod their heads, concuring with Hunter, while Comeau crosses his arms and smirks.

Comeau: You know what Bunter, Spoiled Sport, and Ravine, you guys have made some points, but the bad thing is, none of them make any sense! So shut up and listen. I know the three of you were responsible for this whole kidnapping thing that went on with, what's his face's daughter last week. I demand that you return her now, or else.

Killjoy glares at Ravnos then at Hunter, smiling.

Killjoy: Now why would we abduct the daughter of the man who is joining the Gathering tonight, that doesn't make sense, and neither does your judgement lately.

Comeau smirks once again, chuckling a tad bit.

Comeau: Well that may be your opinion, but the fact remains, somebody has Camero's daughter, and since B. Rabbit here (Points to Ravnos), just so happens to be notorious for abducting children. So you can either hand her over, or I can hand all three of you over to the police right now.

Ravnos begins to step towards Mark when Hunter puts his hands up, stopping his associates and smirking at Comeau.

Hunter: You have no evidance pal. Meaning that you can't turn us over to anyone. So quit making your idol threats, and start making decisions that have an iota of honesty, like our World title opportunities and my rematch against Creed!

Mark looks back and forth at them, nodding his head a bit before lowering it.

Mark: You know, your right. I don't have a shred of physical evidance tying you to this horrid predicament, so I can't send you off to meet with the police, but I can send you out of this building for the rest of the night. You see, I did watch the ending of the Ultimate Submission match, and I saw Scavanger here, put his hands on an official, which directly contradicts my Zero Tolerance law. Therefore consider yourselves suspended from the arena for the rest of the night, meaning that if you get physically involved in the main event tonight, or any other matches, then your going to be suspended from a lot more arenas. Good day gentlemen.

Comeau turns and walks off, leaving the Gathering fuming, all three men glaring at one another in anger. Killjoy seems strangely calm though.

Killjoy: Don't worry, this doesn't effect anything.


BACKSTAGE


Poppa Cherry is shown strolling through the back corridors, still looking angrily for his midgit associate, taking several deep breaths in the process of running his hands through his hair. He almost pulls it from his head as he moves forward, very agitated that he has yet to find the location of Mini Cherry. He stops suddenly, a sadistic smile forming upon his face as the camera turns and reveals Mini Cherry standing with his arm inside of a slightly opened doorway. He too wears a grin upon his face, while Poppa Cherry pounds his fist into his hand and approaches him.

Poppa Cherry: You've got some real cahonies man, if I were you, I'd still be running.

Poppa Cherry steps towards him and opens both hands as if about to strangle Mini Cherry, who takes a step back and holds a hand up in front of himself, pointing towards the doorway. He now drags a beautiful Asian women from within wearing a tight red dress, smiling and blowing kisses in Poppa Cherry's direction. He is speechless, his jaw dropping before he shakes his head, snapping out of it.

Cherry: Oh, do you think that getting me some hot woman is just going to fix everything....

Mini Cherry pulls on the hand of the young woman, causing her to step further into the hallway, while she too pulls another identical Asian beauty from within the room. Both ladies now stand side by side, pressing themselves against one another while Poppa Cherry takes a step back, putting his hand over his chest and beginning to breath together. He waves his hand in the direction of his face, trying to fan himself.

Poppa Cherry: Twi...twi....twi....twins? Oh my God, oh my God, calm down Poppa Cherry, calm down.

Mini Cherry grins, pointing at the women before Poppa shakes his head, once again snapping out of it.

Poppa Cherry: No damn you! I have to resist, I'm angry at you, you just can't slap a bandaid over a scar like this and expect me....

A third Asian women steps from the lockeroom, rounding out a trio of extremely attractive triplets. Poppa Cherry's jaw has dropped once again, a single thread of saliva dripping from the side of his mouth and onto the floor.

Poppa Cherry: No, no, no! Must resist, must resist, you, ummm, uhhhh, ah what the hell, I can't even remember what I was angry at anymore.

Poppa Cherry steps forward, moving in between the triplets, squeezing himself in between them with a huge smile on his face. They crowd around his body, pressing themselves against him while he giggles in excitement. He now stares down at Mini Cherry.

Poppa Cherry: I love you man.


ORLANDO CRUZE © VS. SILENCER
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP


Douglas: The time has come ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for a match I am positively on the edge of my seat to witness. Orlando Cruze is about to defend the most coveted prize on Annihilation against a man who he is no stranger to, Silencer. And to say that things have become personal between them is a grave understatement.

Joey Styles: You’ve got that right, even though I barely watch this program, one feud has captivated not only the fans, but myself. That is the feud between Silencer and Cruze, all over this championship.

A video package immediately hits the screen, featuring the face of Orlando Cruze and the emotionless expression of Silencer. The World Heavyweight title is now featured.

Douglas: This is going to be triple threat match for the number one contendership at the World Heavyweight title, whomever wins this battle will face Orlando Cruze at Retribution.

Dramatic tunes play in the background as we see Silencer, AWOL, and Hunter all marching towards the ring. The trio are shown battling it out over the number one contendership, Silencer delivering a sunset flip powerbomb off the back of AWOL onto Hunter. We see Hunter connecting with the spear on Silencer, before cutting to AWOL delivering the Daisy Cutter on Cagero. The music picks up in intensity as we see AWOL grabbing Silencer by the throat and lifting him into the air for the chokeslam only for him to turn and roll the monster up into a pinfall victory. Silencer is shown celebrating in the ring, having earned a huge victory.

Douglas: Silencer has done it, he will face Orlando Cruze at Retribution for the World Championship.

Silencer is shown continuing to celebrate before his eyes interlock upon Ravnos and Killjoy clapping their hands upon the stage.

I’ve got another confession to make
I’m your fool
Everyone’s got their chains to break
Holdin’ you

Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

The images cut to Killjoy inferring to Ravnos that Silencer is going to join the Gathering at Retribution in order to defeat Cruze for the World Heavyweight Championship. We see Nathan Creed discussing with Orlando what was said earlier in the show as Cruze merely tries to dismiss what he is being told. Nathan Creed and Silencer battle the Anguish and Hunter in an intense tag team contest only for Killjoy to show up and strike Creed with the steel chair before exiting with a smile on his face. Silencer chases him from the ring as the camera twists and turns, transforming into many different color shades as Nathan is shown slapping the canvas, tapping out to the Bite.

Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn’t have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can’t choose
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse

Nathan is featured shoving Silencer to the canvas and then glaring at him in rage. The package cuts to Cruze trying to separate both men from one another in the backstage area as they try to brawl with one another. Nathan has a fury unparalleled in his eyes as Cruze seemingly sides with Silencer on the issue of betrayal. It switches to Cruze battling General Lawler when Killjoy interferes only for Silencer to rush out and seemingly connecting with an un-attentional superkick straight to the jaw of Cruze, knocking him out. Simon appears stunned on the outside of the ring, grabbing his hair after the incident in which he caused.

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...

Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...

Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
You trust, you must
Confess

Silencer is featured assaulting the knee of Orlando Cruze from old clips with a steel pipe. We also witness him trying to imply that Essa Rioa was the culprit of the submission that he took at the hands of Orlando all the months previous to this one. The scene switches back to Silencer about to take the head of Orlando off with a steel chair yet hesitating before he is hit with the Rock Bottom. Silencer is featured receiving the phone call from the unknown source, which leads to him pulling Cruze off of the pinfall of AWOL, leading to his defeat at the hands of the Monster. We see a close up of Orlando’s face as he sits in a dimly lit room.

I went through hell to get here Silencer; I refuse to lose to someone who doesn’t even believe that he can win.

Silencer is featured in deep contemplation now.

Am I deserving of everything that happens to me? Let me answer, it's yes... I've caused pain, horrible amounts of pain; I'm ashamed of who I've become... I'm ashamed of who I was, and of course who I'm going to be

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Oh...

All of the events leading up to this epic World title match flash across the screen once again. Rather it be Silencer costing Cruze his match against AWOL, Damien attacking the knee of the World Champion all those months ago. Cruze hitting the Rock Bottom on Silencer, forcing him to tap out many moons ago, and so much more. We finally see Cruze and Silencer standing face to face, mono a mono, vie a vie, in the center of the ring with no light around them.

The 'tron flickers to life, with the words "Silence Me" As the lights suddenly blackout. A fire is lit underneath the ramp, as the cameras switch to black and white. "Blackend Waters" by Black Label Society suddenly starts to play, a man who is hiding his face, by means of facepaint steps out where he is visible. He raises a skull tipped staff, which is located in his right hand, and everything turns to black once more. In pure darkness, he walks to the ring. At the bottom of the ramp, he raises his staff once more, quicker this time, and the fire under the rampway starts up again. He takes off his long coat, and sets it on the stairs, then he removes his finger jewlery, and does the same. He climbs up the steps, and sets his staff, and top hat, ever so carefully near the turnbuckle. Then, he climbs into the ring, head lowered; awaiting for the match to begin.

Douglas: This is it boys and girls, the final match in what has been an intense, chaotic payperview thus far. Silencer is out here, scheduled to compete for the World Heavyweight title, in a match not only for gold, but for pride, and for answers.

Joey Styles: Silencer looks like he is out to win the belt at any cost. As if he is going to be putting everything on the line in order to walk out of here with the championship around his waist.

Dan: Ahhh, it’s kind of refreshing to have another actual color commentator out here to address these matches.

Joey: And it’s refreshing to be here, Gertner.

Douglas: What?

A piano is heard as an explosion hits the top of the ramp and Rock Superstar blasts over the PA system. Lasers fire through the ramp and to the roof of the arena as Orlando walks through the curtain with the World Heavyweight championship over one shoulder, and the tag team gold over the other. Some of the crowd boo, some cheer as he walks down the ramp and towards the ring. He jumps up onto the canvas and climbs through the ringropes as lasers fire from the ceiling this time, spelling out his name on the mat. His eyes shift into the direction of Silencer, stepping up straight into his face, both men glaring at one another in an intense state.

Douglas: Man, you can absolutely cut this tension with a knife. These guys once had a mutual respect for one another, but all of that has vanished, and has quickly been replaced with an intense, personal hatred for the other.

Styles: Well, most World title matches are based out of hatred.

Dan: Thanks, I know that. Anyway, I cannot describe the electricity in the air, and the excitement that I am feeling for this sure to be incredible World title affair.

Orlando Cruze stands across from his number one contender, Silencer, both men exchanging an intense glare with one another. They are seemingly waiting for something to happen, prepared for some type of move to be made by their adversary for the evening. The bell rings as Silencer steps forward, Cruze doing the same, both men tying up in a textbook collar elbow lock. They push against one another, jockeying for position against their opposition. Orlando begins to push Silencer backwards before Simon buries his feet to the canvas and surprisingly begins to shove his much bigger opponent in the opposite direction. Cruze grounds himself again and now pushes Silencer in reverse, straight into the turnbuckle, leaning him back first against it. The referee steps in, trying to separate both men, attempting to physically pull them apart. He places his shoulder to the ribs of Cruze, pushing him backwards, away from the number one contender. Orlando steps in reverse to the center of the ring, when the official moves aside, Silencer stepping out of the corner. Both men interlock arms in another collar elbow tie, once again fighting to get the better of their opponent. Silencer steps around under the arms of Cruze, grabbing a hold of one of them and gripping it tightly. He tries to push Cruze down to the canvas and into a submission it seems before the World Champion turns his body around drastically, grabbing the arm of Silencer and bending it backwards into a top wrist lock. Silencer begins to be bent over backwards with the submission expertly being applied by Cruze, who seems intent on forcing the challenger all the way over backwards into a hold. Silencer reaches out with his leg though, placing it around behind both of Cruze’s and tripping him up back first onto the canvas. Cruze crashes across his spine as Silencer rushes into the ropes to the side of the World Champion, bouncing off of them and then charging back in. Orlando rolls over onto his knees quickly, bending forward as Silencer turns and places his back to Cruze’s, flipping over him and landing on his feet. Cruze spins around with a great deal of speed when Silencer catches him under his arm, hip tossing him over onto the canvas and then grabbing him by the arm. He places it in an arm-lock while locking his leg around the front of Cruze’s head and the top of his throat. Silencer really pulls on the arm, trying his best to torque the champion’s biceps with all of his strength. Cruze rolls to his side though, in the direction of the challenger, causing Silencer to collapse onto his back, his legs shooting up in the air. Orlando rises to his feet, grabbing the legs and trying to roll him over into the Defcon 5 already. Silencer pulls his feet free and then buries them to the gut of Orlando, shoving him backwards into the ropes. Cruze hits them back first and then stumbles forward into Silencer, who catches him around the leg and the back of his head, dragging him down into a small package. Silencer breaks the submission immediately, rising to his feet and grabbing Orlando’s leg, rolling him over onto his stomach and trying to place him in the Scream of Silence (Standing STF). Orlando begins to fight though, pulling his leg free by rolling forward across the canvas. He spins around quickly, putting on a stance as does Silencer, both men having a stand off. The fans begin to clap this opening display.

Douglas: What a nice series of counters here between Orlando Cruze and Silencer, leading into this stand off. These two men are definitely well matched, and have come to understand the styles of their opponent’s.

Styles: This is nothing compared to the stuff you’d see in ECW. Where are the flaming tables?

Orlando Cruze continues to stare at Silencer, who lifts two fingers into the air, holding them only so far away from one another, indicating that he was very close to getting his submission locked in. Orlando shakes his head as he steps towards Silencer, both men typing up in another collar elbow lock, trying to find the way to lock in the perfect offensive manuever. Cruze pulls Silencer’s head down into a side headlock now, really squeezing him around the neck as Silencer backs him up into the ropes and bounces both of their bodies off of it. He rushes towards the center of the ring and shoves Orlando forward, but Cruze holds onto the side headlock, only dropping to a single knee as Silencer attempted to get free. The number one contender collapses to his knees, the air still being deprived from his head with this submission by Orlando. Silencer begins to stand up, pushing Cruze in the same position as he only further tightens the hold. Silencer throws a forearm into his lower back, followed by another shot to his spinal column, trying his best to knock him off the headlock. Silencer now rushes him backwards into another set of ropes, with Cruze still holding onto the side headlock. Simon pushes him forward towards the ring, yet Orlando is still holding on with the submission, causing him to collapse onto one knee while Silencer falls to both of his. Cagero seems to be becoming desperate now to get out of the side headlock, to get some oxygen into his deprived head. Orlando is just as focused and determined to keep the lock applied, really stretching the neck of Silencer now between his arms. Silencer begins ro rise to his feet, looking as if he’s becoming slightly light headed while Cruze re-establishes his hold with a little more brutality and strength. Silencer throws another forearm into his lower back, followed by a second shot, yet Cruze will not relinquish the hold, only further applies it. Silencer buries his shoulder into the spine of Cruze, reaching around with his leg and wrapping it about one belonging to Orlando. He is able to push him forward onto the canvas, tripping him forward over onto the ring. Silencer tries to lock up his leg now and place him in the Scream of Silence once again. Orlando buries his elbows to the canvas, pulling himself forward and into the ropes, wrapping his arms around it. The referee steps towards Silencer, demanding that he break his submission attempt, which Simon does with malice in his eyes. Silencer steps in reverse as Orlando gets up onto his knees, appearing pissed off that he was nearly placed in the Scream of Silence again by his challenger. He stares into the face of Silencer, who exchanges an intense glare, both men feeling the animosity slowly rising between them. Cruze stands up, pointing in the direction of Silencer and then motioning towards the center of the ring, demanding that they tie up once again. Orlando almost looks a bit offended as Silencer obliges, both men moving forward into a fourth collar elbow tie up with one another. Silencer drops down and connects with an arm drag though suddenly, before they can even get the hold locked in upon each other. Orlando rolls across the canvas upon his posterior and then stands up as quickly as he can, turning in the direction of Silencer, who rushes in and gets caught with an arm drag from the champion. Silencer hits the ring across his back, rolling over onto his knees and rising to his feet quickly, Orlando standing up and stepping towards him. He throws a lariat that Silencer ducks under, rushing across the ring into the opposite ropes. He jumps into the air, landing feet first on the second one and then springing off backwards into a crossbody. Cruze steps forward and catches him across his chest, holding on and then throwing him up into the air onto his shoulders, holding him in a fireman’s carry position. Orlando whips him around into what appears to be the F5 when Silencer squirms out of his arms, landing on his feet a few inches in front of him. Silencer rushes forward now when Cruze grabs him around the neck, pulling him over into a side headlock hip toss over onto the canvas. Cruze ends up with his back placed to the chest of Silencer, gripping him around the neck tightly with a side headlock applied.

Douglas: Orlando has got Silencer right back into the side headlock, in what is turning into a very competitive contest.

Styles: As well it should be, yes! Yes!!!

Dan: Ummmmm, okay.

Orlando really tightens the lock around the neck of Silencer, who flails one arm, trying to get himself out of this submission, rocking his body back and forth. He turns to his side, pulling Cruze over backwards onto the canvas, placing his shoulders to the canvas into a pinning predicament.

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Orlando rolls over backwards and onto his knees, grabbing the arm of Silencer. He places him the arm lock, pulling Silencer into up into a crawling position at the same time. Silencer shouts in pain as Cruze tightens the hold with a great deal of strength and determination. Simon doesn’t stay down for long, starting to push himself upwards slowly, getting onto his feet with his arm being tightly held in the arm lock by Orlando still. Silencer drops down to the side suddenly, hooking the arm of Cruze and connecting with the arm drag. Orlando flips over onto the canvas, rolling across it and onto his knees immediately. He tries to rise to his feet as Silencer charges at him, Cruze bending forward without warning. He places his shoulder to the gut of Silencer, back dropping him over his head. Simon flips over though, landing on his feet in a graceful fashion, directly behind Cruze. He continues forward into the ropes with a great burst of speed, turning and bouncing off of the ropes spine first before charging right back in at Orlando, who has turned around to face him. Silencer jumps into the air, landing on the shoulders of Cruze for the hurricarana only for Orlando to rush at the ropes and place his hands to the back of the challenger’s thighs. He pushes him over, causing Silencer to flip in reverse over the ropes, landing on his feet upon the apron. Silencer grabs the top rope to steady himself out and keep from collapsing onto the outside mats. Cruze pulls his arm back and throws a forearm shot that Silencer ducks under, causing Orlando to spin all the way around, directing his back towards Simon. Silencer quickly grabs him around the neck, dropping down onto his posterior, delivering a reverse neckbreaker, that bounces the back of Cruze’s head off of the ropes. Orlando is launched forward as a result, collapsing onto his hands and knees, while reaching for the back of his neck, grunting in pain after that vicious whip lash he just received upon the ropes. Silencer grabs the top rope, waiting for Orlando to stand up with his back aimed in his direction. Cruze begins to rise, gripping his neck in a great deal of pain after that vicious connection with the top rope, which Silencer springs onto. He stands on the rope and then launches himself forward, spinning around and connecting with the spinning heel kick directly to the back of Orlando’s head. The fans are speechless by the impact, which causes Cruze to stumble forward and land throat first on the middle rope across from the one that Silencer flew off of. Silencer rises to his feet, while some of the crowd cheers him, the other portion booing as they show support for Cruze. Simon makes his way across the ring, sliding through the ropes and onto the apron before dropping onto his knees, placing Cruze’s head in a front facelock around the middle rope, choking him against them. The referee steps in, starting a five count and reaching 4 before Silencer breaks the submission and stands up. Cruze drops backwards, rolling across the canvas and onto his spine, looking as if the back of his head is giving him an extreme amount of pain. Silencer jumps onto the top rope, obtaining his balance and then springs forward, extending his leg outward. He plants it straight across the canvas, Orlando having shown champion like instincts to get out of the way in the nick of time. Silencer stands up slowly, gripping the back of his leg when Cruze steps in, kicking him square to the gut, placing him in a front facelock. He lifts him into the air with a suplex when Silencer floats over, landing on his feet behind his back. Cruze reaches up and grabs Silencer around the neck, jumping forward into a diamond cutter, which gets the crowd to absolutely jump from their seats, going insane at the sight of the maneuver. Silencer bounces into the air, rolling onto his back while Orlando rises to his feet slowly, still gripping the back of his neck before he charges at the ropes directly to his side. He jumps onto the second one, springing off with a lionsault straight at Silencer.

Douglas: Here comes the lionsault by Orlando Cruze, a very acrobatic move!

Orlando flips over in the direction of Silencer who gets his knees up into a counter. Orlando changes up the move though, flipping over instead and landing on his feet, bent over the legs of Silencer, which he lifts into the air and tries to use in order to roll the challenger over into the Defcon 5 (Double Boston Crab).. Silencer begins to shout, shaking his head in a refusal to be placed in one of Cruze’s trademark submissions. He turns back and forth across his shoulders, shaking his head as Orlando tries to establish the hold with all of his strength. He backs up, in an almost panicked state across the canvas, then reaches out for the ropes. He grabs the middle one, the referee immediately stepping in and trying to get Cruze to break the submission attempt. Cruze shakes his head, refusing to do so as he pulls the legs of Silencer upwards, causing the challenger to have to wrap his hands around the top rope as his body becomes elevated off of the canvas. Cruze pulls the legs outward and causes Silencer to flip over and land on his feet somehow. He rushes in immediately with a clothesline before Orlando avoids, wrapping his arm around the chest of the Cagero. A good portion of the fans rejoice at the sight of this, Orlando about hit one of his trademark moves. Silencer back elbows Cruze to his noggin, the area which seems to be bothering the World Champion, both breaks the rock bottom and stumbles forward. He turns around to face Silencer who steps in and blasts him to the chin with the Twisted Mind (Superkick). Cruze tumbles backwards as a result and collapses through the ropes, hitting the back of his head into the apron and causing him to go into a corkscrew before he crashes onto the mats across his back. The fans are stunned by the quick and vicious kick, which seemingly came out of nowhere. Silencer stumbles forward after seizing control with that stiff superkick, which seems to have knocked Cruze into another world. He drops to the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, Cruze still lying motionless on the canvas after receiving that kick. Silencer grabs him around the neck, rolling Cruze onto his knees before dragging him towards the ring and rolling in under the ropes. Cruze appears to be no more than dead weight throughout this battle, ending up spread across his spine, staring upward into the heavens. Silencer slides in and crawls into the cover, hooking his leg and one arm around the back of Cruze’s head.

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Orlando gets his shoulder up, rolling onto his side as the fans respond with a bit of shock.

Joey Styles: Oh my God!! He kicked out, Orlando Cruze kicked out of the superkick! My God!!

Douglas: Man do I ever hate this? Usually I’m the one shouting the Lord’s name in an emphatic fashion. Go home Styles!

Orlando lies on his back, staring up into the heavens with a very dazed expression on his face, Silencer having already risen to his feet. He pushes Cruze over onto his side with his foot and then stomps him to the back of the head, before dropping an elbow across it just as quickly. He rolls over onto his knees, placing one hand on the shoulder of Cruze, and the other around the side of his head. Silencer lifts his leg into the air and then swings it downward, knee first into the back of Orlando’s neck. The World Champion immediately flops into the air, squirming back and forth as Silencer rises to his feet, refusing to give him any time to rest. He steps in and stomps Cruze to the back of his head, once, twice, a few times in fact before grabbing Orlando around the jaw and pulling him to his feet. Orlando is standing when Silencer pulls his hand back and connects with a vicious knife edge chop to the chest of Cruze, causing him to stumble backwards into the ropes. Orlando is still holding the back of his neck from those vicious blows to it before Silencer turns Cruze around and places his head under the ropes. The rest of his body remains inside of the ring though, his head and neck resting over the middle rope and above the apron. Silencer spins him around and then reaches over the ropes, grabbing him around the jaw before jumping into the air. He places his knees to the back of Cruze, utilizing all of his weight to pull back on the head of Orlando, the back of his neck being placed to the top rope, stretching it out in a disgusting fashion. Some fans boo and many cheer at the sight of the unique submission variation being held in by Silencer. The referee steps in, beginning a five count before Silencer breaks the hold, dropping down onto his feet and pulling Cruze back into the ring. He buries his shoulder to the spine of Orlando, who reaches for the back of his neck in the process. Silencer blasts Orlando over the back of his head, causing him to bend forward before the challenger places him in a side headlock and rushes at the ropes. He steps up them quickly and then swings outward into a bulldog. Cruze places his hands to the spine of Silencer though and throws him high, high up into the air. Silencer gains magnificent height before coming down back first across the knee of Orlando Cruze. The fans respond with shock and awe while Silencer flops into the air, rolling across the canvas and grabbing his spine. Orlando stands up and falls backwards into the ropes, placing his arms over them for support while seat drops from his head. He reaches for the back of his neck as he steps forward into the direction of Silencer, who has somehow begun to rise to his feet after that tremendous back breaker he received. He stands up with his back aimed in the direction of Orlando, who places his shoulder to his spine and now lifts him into the air. Silencer suddenly wraps his arm around the neck of Cruze, trying to force him down into a side headlock submission when Orlando rushes forward at the ropes, intending to launch Silencer over. He does so, sending Silencer flying over the ropes and over the apron before crashing back first onto the outside mats. Silencer flops into the air, rolling back and forth while gripping his spine after the hard impact with the mats. Silencer rolls onto his stomach immediately, gripping his spine after the tremendous collision he just had with the outside mats.

Joey Styles: Good lord!! He just hit the mats with deadly, almost deranged impact. What do you say about that Gertner?

Douglas: I love my life, first I have C-3PO referring to me as a stout little robot, but now I’m being called a fat out of shape loser with a neck brace and tie. Is Mark Comeau trying to make my life a living hell with these commentators?

Silencer lies across his stomach, gripping his spine in tremendous pain while Orlando approaches the ropes, sliding under them. He approaches Silencer before reaching down and grabbing him around the chin, dragging the challenger to his feet. Silencer can barely stand after the impact with the outside mats from such an altitude, but that doesn’t stop Cruze. He immediately grabs Simon by the wrist and whips him viciously into the direction of the steel stairs, Silencer spinning around and crashing violently back first into them. Silencer bounces off, colliding with the hard mats while immediately reaching for his damaged, battered lower back. The steel steps shake violently after the impact while Cruze approaches him, allowing him no time to rest and connect his energy. Cruze pulls him to his feet, leaning Silencer back first against the steel steps before giving him a vicious knife edge chop. The force of the blow almost causes Silencer to lose his footing before he is grabbed by the back of the head and arm, getting rolled into the ring. Silencer ends up onto his hands and knees while Orlando steps up onto the apron and immediately through the ropes. Simon begins to stand up somehow as Orlando reaches down and grabs him around the waist, pulling him up onto his feet slowly. He now lifts Silencer into the air in a side buster position before dropping him with force across his knees then standing up immediately. He pushes Silencer up onto his shoulder now, rushing across the ring before delivering a running powerslam, completely a vicious combination move. Silencer pops up onto his shoulder, reaching for his back and breathing deeply, a shocked look in his eyes after the multiple impacts to his spine. Cruze reaches down, grabbing Silencer around the neck, still allowing him absolutely no time to rest as he pushes Cagero backwards into a corner. He now whips him with all of his strength across the ring, collapsing to the canvas due to the force that he utilized . Silencer rushes across the ring and turns around, slamming back first into the turnbuckle with unbelievable velocity. Silencer bounces off and immediately collapses forward onto the canvas while the crowd unleashes a groan at the sound of the collision. Silencer lies on his stomach, reaching for his spine and howling in pain as Orlando steps towards him as quickly as he possibly can. Orlando steps towards him, a strange look of dis-concern filling his eyes as he approaches the still down Silencer. He immediately drops an elbow square to the kidney area of Silencer, causing him to flip up and down across the canvas, reaching for his spine. Orlando rolls onto his knee, grabbing the back of his neck once again, obviously feeling the effects of all those move that Silencer utilized to soften it up. He grabs a hold of the hair of Silencer, dragging him to his feet and then bending forward, burying his shoulder to the gut of his challenger. He rushes him backwards, spine first directly into the turnbuckle, Simon unleashing a groan. Cruze lifts him into the air with right afterwards and sits him upon the top rope. He throws a right upwards into the face of Silencer, nearly knocking him off of the turnbuckle before he steps up himself. Cruze connects with a right across his face once again and then places him in a front facelock. The fans begin to cheer, realizing that he is setting up for the superplex when Silencer head butts him to the forehead immediately. The shot almost knocks Cruze off the turnbuckle before Silencer blasts him across the side of the face with a forearm blow. Orlando is knocked off of the turnbuckle and sent flying backwards right onto the canvas Silencer begins to stand up on the top rope. The crowd is really rallying behind him now it seems as he gets both feet on the top rope and then stands all the way up, Orlando lying on the canvas and holding his jaw. Silencer goes into a 450 splash when Cruze rolls out of the way, causing him to crash face first into the canvas and then flip over immediately onto his back.

Douglas: Silencer went for it all and struck nothing but canvas.

Styles: That’s what we in ECW call an all or nothing move.

Dan: They call it that everywhere.

Joey Styles: Yeah, but we invented it.

Cruze crawls across the canvas in the direction of Silencer, immediately crawling on top of him and hooking his leg.

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Silencer gets his shoulder up off of the canvas, rolling to his side. Orlando doesn’t seem to care however, dropping to the canvas immediately and sitting Silencer up. He places him in a bearhug almost immediately, Silencer remaining seated on the canvas and shouting in pain before his lungs are squeezed as if in a vice grip. Cruze keeps the rather textbook suibmission locked in, trying his best to make Silencer to scream those two magic words, I Quit. Silencer shakes his head though, refusing to comply as he begins to push his way upwards, reaching his feet after several moments. The fans, as well as Cruze are amazed by the resilience of Silencer, who refuses to stay down in this main event World title match. Silencer is bent forward, still holding in the bearhug when Silencer rushes forward into the ropes. Cruze trails along, keeping the submission locked in when Silencer steps up the ropes and then flips backwards out of the arms of his oppressor. He slides up and over the shoulder of Cruze, wrapping his arm around his neck and dropping him backwards with a reverse DDT. Orlando slams into the canvas across the back of his neck, sitting up immediately and grabbing his head, which has to be in pounding pain after that collision. Silencer rolls across the canvas onto his side, breathing deeply, his spine in pain. He stands up as quick as his body will allow as Orlando begins to do the same, surprisingly. Both men rise to their feet after several moments when Orlando lunges forward with a right only for Silencer to grab his arm. He steps around it and holds Orlando by the wrist, pulling it down into a spinning arm drag. Cruze flips over and crashes across his back on the canvas while Silencer lands on his hands and knees before reaching for his spine immediately. Orlando rolls across the canvas, getting into a kneeling position while holding his neck in terrible pain, Silencer rising to his feet and grabbing Orlando around the arm once again. He steps behind his back, folding the arm up into a key lock as he stands over the back of the World Champion. Orlando continues to kneel while being held in the submission before he stands up as quickly as he possibly can. His neck seems to be the main source of his problem as he spins his body around, burying his shoulder to the gut of Silencer and then lifting him into the air. He appears to be setting up for a spinebuster into a turnbuckle before Silencer fights, sliding over the shoulder of Cruze and then down his back. Silencer is able to manage locking his legs around the waist of Cruze now as his upper half hangs off the back of Orlando and over the canvas. He places both hands on the ring, utilizing it to push him upwards with his legs still wrapped around Cruze’s waist before he falls forward with great velocity. He causes Cruze to flip backwards and slam into the canvas across the back of his head almost with a version of the sunset flip. Silencer buries his shoulders to the back of Cruze’s legs, going for the pinfall.

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Orlando kicks out somehow, getting his shoulder up off of the canvas before hr drops onto his side upon the ring. Silencer falls onto his back, taking several deep breaths, obviously thinking that he had Cruze in that last exchange. He gets onto his knees, shaking his head and wondering what it is going to take before he stands all the way up and approaches Orlando. The World Champion has miraculously gotten onto his hands and knees in the process as Silencer steps in and throws an elbow into the back of his neck.

Douglas: This match is really going back and forth between Silencer and Cruze, both men centered upon a body part and busting out some terrific, hard hitting moves in order to get the victory. Then they will have the honor of calling themself the World Heavyweight Champion.

Cruze throws a right hand into the gut of Silencer now, causing him to bend forward. He responds with an elbow shot to the back of Orlando’s head before the champion strikes Silencer across the gut again. The shots cause Silencer to bend forward and step backwards as Orlando stands up and hits him with a right across the side of his face. Silencer stumbles a bit as Cruze holds the back of his own head and rushes in reverse straight into the ropes. He charges back in when Silencer goes into a spin and connects with a vicious back kick straight to the ribs of Orlando, causing him to bend forward and reach for his mid-section. Orlando has a glazed look in his eyes from the pain of the shot which allows Silencer to grab Cruze around both sides of his head and then jump into the air with a facebuster. Cruze remains standing though as Silencer jumps into the air, Orlando reaching out and grabbing him by the legs. Silencer collapses onto his back as Orlando rolls him over into the Defcon 5, earning a huge reaction from the sold out crowd. Silencer has a shocked expression on his face from the pain currently coursing through his spine, yet somehow finds the upper body strength to pull himself in the direction of the nearby ropes. The hold was applied within a few mere inches of them, Silencer’s last chance for continual hope. He reaches for them while yelling from the pain in his back before grabbing the bottom rope. The referee steps into the face of Orlando, counting to 5 before the World Champion breaks the hold and then spins around to face Silencer. The Challenger rises onto his knees and glares at Cruze, who holds his fingers up into the air, indicating that he almost had him, just like Silencer did far earlier in this contest. The fans have a mixed reaction at the sight of this mockery, Orlando stepping backwards with sweat beginning to drip from his tired and aching body. Silencer glares at him, his face paint chipped away by his sweat, yet he slowly rises to his feet, getting both of them planted beneath him before Orlando steps towards him. Cruze throws a chop across the chest of Silencer and then grabs him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring. Silencer steps to the center though, spinning around and then reversing the whip. Instead Orlando goes charging in and jumping into the air, landing feet first on the second rope before springing off and turning in the direction of Silencer. He jumps into the air as well though and connects with a dropkick straight to the ribs of Cruze, knocking both men down to the ring in a heap. Orlando lies on his back, gripping his ribs and rolling back and forth while Silencer is spread across his hands and knees, trying to stand up, battered back and all. Cruze remains on his side, gripping his ribs and kicking his legs while in the process of bitting his lower lip from the agony in his spine. Cruze has risen onto his hands and knees as well when Silencer drops down to his knees, wrapping his arms around the neck of Orlando, placing him in a front facelock. He now drops backwards, rolling in reverse across the canvas and pulling Cruze with him. Orlando ends up seated on the canvas now with Silencer seated in front of him, facing the World Champion. Silencer has Cruze’s head pulled down into a front facelock while also applying a body scissors with his legs. Orlando flails his arms, trying to get out of the hold as Silencer squeezes his head and neck with all of the strength in his arms. Orlando begins to shout in pain while sweat drips from both men’s bodies, the wear and tear of this fast paced, grueling competition starting to come back and really effect them. Silencer squeezes the neck of Orlando, while doing the same to his rib-cage, unleashing a grunt as followed by a roar as he attempts to keep it cinched in. Silencer is seemingly begging Orlando to give up already and award him the championship, yet Cruze refuses to lose the World title belt. He begins to push himself upwards with an incredible display of endurance and fortitude.

Douglas: Orlando Cruze is fighting this submission, he is utilizing everything held within his body to get out of this tremendous hold that Silencer has got him locked within.

Styles: He has to fight against this submission, he has to use every bit of stren....

Dan: I just said that.

Silencer shakes his head, beginning to feel his body getting elevated off of the canvas as Cruze rises to a standing base. He makes use of every muscle ranging from his toes to his scalp in order to fight his way up to a standing base with Silencer holding onto the body vice and the front facelock. Orlando charges Silencer backwards into a turnbuckle, ramming his spine into it with a vicious impact. Cruze stands up fully as Silencer sits himself up on the canvas, releasing the body vice. He holds onto the front facelock though and now springs off the ropes, spinning around into a tornado DDT. Cruze throws him off and forward into the canvas though. Silencer hits it across his chest and stomach, popping up onto his knees immediately with a glazed over expression upon his face. Cruze leans back first against the ropes, catching his breath before he charges forward, straight at Silencer. The former Television Champion reaches out immediately, grabbing the leg of Orlando and dropping back, forcing Cruze to spill forward onto the canvas. He ends up lying across his back while Silencer wraps up his leg and then pulls him up onto his knees. Silencer is facing the opposite direction of Cruze as he places him in the Scream of Silence (Standing STF). Orlando begins to shout in pain, the back of his neck really being stretched and pulled in an awkward, horrifying position. Silencer once again shouts for him to tap out, to just end the pain already before it’s too late, before he is forced to do permanent damage for the title. Cruze flails his arms wildly, unable to free himself however with the pain in his neck being far to intense for him to handle. Both men unleash a roar as one tries to fight for his freedom and other labors to keep the lock applied. The crowd doesn’t know quite who to throw their support behind, Silencer or Orlando in this struggle for dominance. All that the fans can do is cheer as Orlando continues to battle against the Scream of Silence, knowing that if he taps out that he will lose his precious World Heavyweight Championship. The referee steps in front of him, asking rather or not he would like to submit, to which Cruze shouts very vocally no with his remaining strength and oxygen. A fire, a deep seated intensity, fills the eyes of Cruze, who is at the verge of his sanity it seems before he reaches back with his arms, wrapping one around the neck of Silencer. He slugs him in the face with the other, causing him to break the hold around his neck and fall forward. Cruze looks down at the legs, the one wrapped around his especially before he stands up and grabs a hold of them. He lifts both legs into the air and locks in the Defcon 5 (Liontamer). The fans jump from their seats again in an enthusiastic fashion as Silencer begins to yell at the very top of his lungs from the pain being provided in this submission hold. Cruze yells just as loudly as he now finds himself the one struggling to keep his trademark hold locked in. Silencer pushes himself up onto his elbows, shaking his head and roaring at the top of his lungs from the pain coursing through his back and legs. He shakes his head as the referee bends down, inquiring as to rather or not he would like to tap and end the horror flowing through his battered frame. Silencer runs his hands through his hair, mixing sweat and paint into the follicles in the process. His arms drop to the canvas, the pain overwhelming, absolutely indescribable, looking prepared to slap the canvas and officially tap out to the Defcon 5, especially after all his somewhat small frame has endured in this title match.

Douglas: This is it. Silencer looks ready to tap out, ready to submit and give into the horror, the agony that the Defcon 5 is inflicting upon his body.

Styles: It was quite the counter into this hold, my God, it was quite the counter.

Silencer digs his upper teeth deeply into his lower lip, almost to the point to cause blood to begin squirting from the surface. He buries his claws into the canvas, pushing himself up into a crawling position, shouting at the top of his lungs. He stares across the ring at the ropes, shaking his head in the process, Cruze leaning as far back as he possibly can with the Defcon 5. Silencer places his forearms to the canvas, beginning to drag himself across the ring in a slow, methodical fashion, his body tore, ripped, and dissected. The ropes seem to be too far away for any chances of salvation, yet Silencer continues forward, the crowd rallying behind him, everyone wanting to see this intense World title match progress onward. Silencer unleashes a blood curdling roar as he drags the larger body of Cruze with him, draped over his back. His eyes clinch together as he gets within a few inches of the ropes, having basically dragged himself all the way across the ring in order to reach this position. The fans are all standing, wondering if this is going to be it or not, if this is going to be the end of the contest, or merely the beginning. Silencer reaches out for the ropes, his hand almost striking the bottom one when Orlando steps back to the center of the ring, dragging the challenger with him. Silencer drops down onto his chest, placing both hands over his head, all hope fading away as Orlando applies the submission with every ounce of strength that his body will allow. The crowd begins to cheer once again, finding themselves greatly conflicted over rather or not they wish to vote for Cruze or Silencer. Sweat drips from the head of Orlando as he tries to keep the Defcon 5 locked in with absolutely all of his strength, Silencer lifting his hand into the air, prepared to slap the canvas in order to tap out. The crowd screams for Silencer not to do it, to keep on going when Simon buries his fingers into the canvas, pushing himself up into a crawling position. He yells and then does so again, panting heavily in between before falling back down to the canvas, unable to keep fighting it seems. The referee drops down to his knees over Cagero, questioning his will to compete once again, yet Silencer still refuses to tap out, shaking his head and demanding that the official get out of his face. Silencer seems to get his second wind, pushing himself up onto his fist and glaring at the ropes across the ring, realizing that this is his last chance to reach them. Silencer drags his body onward, blocking the pain, the trauma, every sore muscle in order to reach the ropes, which are stretched out before his very eyes. Orlando simply cannot believe it, unleashing a roar of his own as he attempts to apply his submission hold with even greater strength, power, and determination. Silencer refuses to quit, to lay down and accept his fait as he progresses forward in the direction of the ropes. A mere few inches separate him from his freedom, and possible further contention. Silencer extends his fingers as far as they will go, but they fall short by centimeters, Cruze dropping to a single knee in order to place further torque on the already strained back muscles of his challenger. Silencer extends his hand one more time and wraps it around the bottom rope as the crowd goes nuts, all of them jumping up and down, clapping as well as cheering wildly. Orlando cannot believe it as the referee steps around in front of him, demanding that he break the submission hold. Cruze releases Silencer almost immediately while falling down to both knees now, grabbing the official by the bottom of his shirt and demanding that he say that he that Simon tapped out, that he gave in. The ref stares downward into his face, shaking his head in the process, not relenting to the desperate World Champion. Orlando falls onto the palms of his hands, a wild look in his eyes while Silencer tries to pull himself up the ropes, in a dazed, almost incoherent frame of mind. Cruze stands up and approaches him with a great burst of speed before throwing a clubbing blow over his back. Silencer almost falls to his knees yet Cruze keeps him standing, throwing another forearm into his upper back. Orlando spins Silencer around now before delivering a vicious, almost unbelievable knife edge chop across his chest, causing Simon’s legs to kick into the air. He keeps his arms wrapped around the top rope though, which are now the only things keeping him standing. Orlando grabs Silencer by the wrist, pulling it away from the ropes and then dragging him into a front facelock, reaching out and clutching him by the back of his attire in the process. He now lifts Silencer into the air only for Simon to try and counter, ending up falling over the shoulders of Orlando. He finds himself in the fireman’s carry position, Silencer trying desperately to get out of it as Cruze attempts to deliver some type of move. Silencer manages to squirm free, sliding off of the shoulders of Cruze while wrapping his arm around the neck of the champion in the process. He drops onto his feet behind Cruze, bending him over backwards into the reverse DDT position and making a throat slicing taunt before Orlando spins around. He buries his hands to the gut of Silencer and shoves him backwards into the ropes. Silencer bounces off and comes charging back in when Orlando places his arm over the chest of the challenger, Simon’s eyes filling with shock.

Douglas: This is how Cruze beat Too Magnificent!

Orlando lifts Silencer into the air with the Rock Bottom. Simon reaches out suddenly, wrapping his arms around the neck of Cruze in mid air and then countering the Rock Bottom into the Break of Silence (180 Degree Downward Spiral). Cruze slams viciously face first into the canvas, inciting a huge reaction from the crowd, which is going bonkers at the sight of this maneuver. Orlando flops into the air, rolling onto his back while Silencer lies on his spine as well, both men physically exhausted.

Stykes: My God, what a counter!

Douglas: Silencer countered the Rock Bottom into the Break of Silence, this is amazing!

Silencer, although exasperated, crawls in the direction of Orlando. He drops down on top of him and hooks his leg in the process, the fans still cheering their heads off. The referee drops to the canvas, making the count.

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The entire arena explodes at the sight of Cruze getting his shoulder up off the canvas, rolling onto his side in the process with a glazed over look in his eyes.

Douglas: He kicked out, he kicked out!!! I cannot believe it!!!!

Silencer sits up, absolutely speechless, a look of pure dread emanating from within his eyes. He seems to be simply incapable of accepting the fact that his finishing move was not enough to put away the World Heavyweight Champion. Orlando remains on his side, a glazed look in his eyes after that impact which has knocked him through an absolute loop. Silencer rolls over onto his knees, almost falling over after the length of this intense, unbelievable World title performance. He stands up, staggering before he reaches down and interlocks his hands around the chin of Cruze, rolling him over onto his knees. Silencer drags Orlando up to his feet now and throws a right hand into the side of his face, Cruze almost collapsing after the impact. Silencer throws another weak right into his chin before grabbing the champion by the wrist and whipping him across the ring into the direction of the turnbuckle. Cruze charges in, turning around and smacking it back first, his arms falling over the ropes as he tries to keep himself standing. Silencer charges at Cruze with as much speed as he can muster when Orlando gets his foot up, shooting it into the face of the challenger. Silencer staggers backwards after the shot, the same glazed expression appearing on his face before he charges forward once again. Cruze now hits him with a forearm to the chin which causes him to stagger backwards. Silencer steps to the center of the ring when Orlando pulls himself up backwards onto the middle rope, still barely able to stand and get his head straight after everything he endured, including the downward spiral. He wavers back and forth before slapping his leg, calling for the Cruze Missile, which hasn’t been seen in several weeks. Silencer stands up and rushes forward suddenly, stepping up the ropes and jumping into the air, having gotten another gust of energy. He wraps his legs around the neck of Orlando and drops back, connecting with a hurricarana that causes Cruze to flip forward across the ring and crash in devastating fashion across his back. Silencer lands on his hands and knees, immediately becoming dazed after the move he just connected with. He turns now, crawling across the ring in the direction of an almost unconscious Cruze. Silencer drops on top of him, burying his forearm into his throat, the crowd all standing and watching closely.

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No! Cruze gets his shoulder up off of the canvas, rolling onto his chest and stomach, sweat beading from his entire body. Silencer rolls onto his shoulder, shaking his head, obviously exhausted, almost at the point that he can no longer compete. Silencer rolls over onto his hands and knees, placing his forehead to the canvas, paint and sweat dripping from his tired face. Silencer reaches out and grabs Orlando around the head, pulling him up onto his posterior before rolling him over onto his knees. The Challenger throws a right hand into the side of Orlando’s face, followed by another shot, looking incredibly exhausted before he drags Orlando to his feet and backs him into one of the turnbuckles. Cruze leans against it spine first with a glazed look in his eyes while Silencer bends forward, burying his shoulder to the gut of Orlando, lifting him into the air with all of his strength. He sits him on the top rope then throws a right into the jaw of Cruze, nearly knocking him off the turnbuckle pad and to the mats below. Silencer begins to climb the turnbuckle slowly, his body obviously very agitated, in a lot of tremendous pain as he plants both feet on the second rope. He hits Orlando with a right to the forehead again, followed by a second, equally as devastating shot. He now slaps on a front facelock, going for a superplex as the fans rise to their feet, ready to watch the move transpire. Orlando awakes it seems, snapping back into reality as he throws a right into the gut of Silencer, followed by another blow. He places both hands to the chest of Silencer and shoves him backwards, causing Silencer to flip over in reverse, landing amazingly upon his feet. The crowd is amazed by the athletic move, Silencer staggering backwards a bit as he reaches for his lower back, pleased that he landed so acrobatically upon his feet. He steps towards Orlando when the World Champion hits him straight to the chest with the Cruze Missile (Missile Dropkick). Silencer flips in reverse, hitting the canvas across the back of his head as he rolls over onto his chest and stomach.

Douglas: The Cruze Missile, Orlando hit it!!

Styles: My God! My God!!!

Dan: Would you stop it already!?! This is not church, and this is not the Hammerstein Ballroom.

Silencer lies spread across his chest, stomach, and the side of his face as Cruze lies on his back after connecting with the Cruze Missile. Silencer remains spread out over the canvas as well as Orlando, neither man moving after the hard hitting move. The official shakes his head as he is forced to step in and begin counting to ten. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7..... Cruze rolls over slowly, getting to a crawling base as Silencer does the same, both men starting to stand up at a hesitant, battered, and absolutely exhausted state. 8, 9, both men reach their feet, almost falling over several times as Cruze steps in, throwing a right to the side of Silencer’s face. He almost falls over from the shot before he steps forward and delivers a blow of his own, square to the jaw of Cruze. The World Champion staggers now, about to collapse to the canvas after the blow, barely able to keep either foot planted beneath him. Silencer steps forward and throws a right once again when Orlando bends his head forward, placing his arm across the chest of Simon and then lifting him into the air. The crowd erupts as Cruze delivers the Rock Bottom, slamming Silencer with a destructive fashion, directly back first into the canvas. The crowd jumps from its seats, all of them amazed by the sudden, unbelievable counter made by the World Champion, which has once again resulted in both men laying out on the canvas in exhausted fashions. The official glares around at both men, beginning to step in and lift his hands into the air for the 10 count when Orlando rolls to his side, placing his arm over the chest of Silencer. He has him placed in a pinning predicament, the ref dropping down quickly and making the count as quickly as he can.

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The crowd is astonished, realizing that they just witnessed Silencer kicking out with a mere second to spare, his arm having raised from the canvas. Cruze rolls onto his back almost immediately, in an exhausted, tired state, his entire body aching from head to toe. He stares upwards into the heavens, sweat glistening over his frame, the same for Silencer, who is lying on his side, panting heavily in an exhausted manner. Orlando rises onto his knees after several moments, a look in his eyes as if he’s been performing in the match of his life. He stares at Silencer, wide eyed still while rising to his feet, almost losing his footing. He grabs Simon by the hair, rolling him over onto his knees and then dragging him to his feet. Silencer is barely able to stand, unable to really get his feet beneath him while Cruze holds him up around his chin. Orlando drags him to a standing base, getting face to face with the challenger for his World Championship, both men interlocking eyes. Cruze drags Silencer forward, placing his arm over his chest, looking around at the fans in a methodical fashion, prepared to finally end this confrontation. Silencer back elbows Cruze to his noggin, causing him to bend forward before reaching around and grabbing him around the neck, setting for the Break the Silence.

Douglas: This could be it!

Cruze pulls his head free at the last second, swinging around behind the arm of Silencer, grabbing a hold of it and trying to force him down to the canvas into the Defcon 6 (Crossface). The fans begin to cheer their heads off once again, Silencer dropping to one knee, fighting with absolutely all of his strength to keep from being placed in the hold by the World Champion. Both men are struggling with every bit of their ability remaining in order to either block, or apply the hold as the crowd watches with wide eyes, deeply enthralled by the action in which they are witnessing. Silencer unleashes a roar as he falls to both knees now, Cruze seemingly beginning to win the struggle. Cruze stares forward in the direction he must force Silencer into in order to apply the crossface when his eyes interlock upon Killjoy, Ravnos and Hunter in the front row. The fans begin to boo at the sight of them.

Styles: It looks like Orlando Cruze has spotted an unflattering sign in the crowd.

Douglas: No, he’s staring directly at Killjoy, Hunter and Ravnos, the members of the Gathering. What the hell are they doing here interupting this huge, intense World title match? This isn’t right.

Silencer doesn’t spot them, continuing to try and prevent from being placed in the crossface as Orlando continues to glare at them. Killjoy reaches down now and grabs something, lifting it into the air, revealing that he is holding Jade, Silencer’s daughter. He sits her on top of his shoulder, the young girl wearing a smile on her face with an oversized Gathering t-shirt placed over her. Cruze’s eyes fill with bewilderment as Killjoy, Ravnos and Hunter all grin, causing him to weaken his attempt at the crossface. Silencer rolls forward suddenly, getting out of the hold and raising straight onto his feet as Cruze snaps back into reality and charges at him. Silencer steps away from the ropes and connects with the Twisted Mind (Superkick) straight to the jaw of Cruze, the shot knocking him off of his feet and down to the canvas upon his back. The fans are stunned as Silencer drops down back first onto Cruze immediately, falling into the pin after the vicious kick. The referee drops down, making the count.

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The entire arena jumps from its seat, Silencer having just won the World Championship, pinning Cruze in a split instant. The members of the Gathering grin on the outside of the ring, Killjoy still holding Jade on his shoulder.

Douglas: Silencer has done it, he’s done it! He’s just won the World Heavyweight Championship! I cannot believe it!!

Styles: New World Heavyweight Champion, my God, new World Heavyweight Champion!!

The fans are still stunned by what they just witnessed, yet many of the die hard Silencer marks are standing up, unloading a barrage of cheers upon the ring. Silencer has finally done it, he has won the World Heavyweight Championship. His entrance music hits the PA system while he continues to lie back first on top of the chest of Cruze, unable to stand up. Killjoy lowers Jade over the barricade and onto the mats upon the ringside area while the fans continue to cheer what they are witnessing. Hunter, Ravnos and Killjoy step backwards away from the barricade, clapping their hands together while Jade rushes up the steel stairs, still wearing the Gathering t-shirt with an overjoyed expression on her face. The referee steps towards the ropes, reaching through them and grabbing the World Heavyweight title belt from the hands of the time keeper, he scoops it up and turns back towards the ring. Silencer rolls onto his hands and knees, a shocked expression on his face at the sound of his entrance music blaring over the PA system. He rises onto his knees, blinking his eyes as if trying to come to terms with the fact that he just won the World Heavyweight title.

Dan: I am speechless. Simon “Silencer” Cagero has just won the World Heavyweight Championship. He pinned Orlando Cruze after a momentary distraction at the hands of the Gathering.

Styles: The champion has been dethroned, he has been beaten by Silencer tonight in what was a pleasure of a match to call.

Jade slides through the ropes into the ring, jumping up and down at the sight of her father, running to the referee. She jumps up in the air as she reaches up and grabs the World title belt from his hands, turning towards her father who has risen onto his knees, finally spotting her. His shock only escalates at the sight of his daughter, his only loved one who was plucked from his side. She continues to jump up and down holding the title belt as Silencer reaches out and interlocks his arms around her and the gold, pulling them both in closely. He stands up embracing his daughter who smiles in the direction of his face, placing the World title belt over his shoulder. Orlando Cruze has risen onto his seat, rubbing his jaw with a look of disbelief in his eyes, not knowing quite how to respond to what just transpired. Silencer holds his daughter in one arm now while grabbing the World Championship with the other, lifting it high above his head while the crowd cheers, and others boo over the fact that Cruze has lost the title. Silencer turns in circles, holding the belt above his head while Jade kisses him on his sweaty cheek and hugs him around the neck. Confetti explodes from the turnbuckles, flying into the air and spreading around the arena as the wind traveling through the stadium catches it. Silencer stops as his eyes interlock upon the Gathering members in the stands, all of them clapping their hands and chuckling at the sight of the new World Heavyweight Champion. Simon’s face fills with rage at the sight of them, realizing that they were the ones who abducted his precious daughter. Orlando looks into the stands with the same rage depicted within his eyes, fuming over what occurred.

Douglas: Silencer doesn’t appear as if he knew this was going to happen at all.

Styles: Sure, that’s how they all act.

Silencer throws the World title over his shoulder as he stares between the faces of Hunter, Killjoy, and Ravnos, the trio grinning deviously in his direction. Silencer looks at his daughter, mainly the shirt she is adorned with before he raises the World Heavyweight title belt above his head once again. The gold shimmers brightly above his head as the show fades to black.

The familiar grainy black and white video appears on the Jumbotron. The pixelated image and the distorted voice return.

"It's been so long... I'm still here, why hasn't anyone helped me? Why haven't you hel... UCH!"

The mystery woman finds and hand on her throat and it dragged aside. The camera zooms out to the grinning face of Shinzan Valfane.

Valfane: It's quite sad really. Sad and pathetic. So many so called heroes in this sport and not one of you tried your hand at doing anything to help this poor girl, whom Anguish snatched right off the streets. And the fans? The fans did nothing! No flood of calls or letters wondering what was going on. No conversation burning up the bandwith on the ULW message boards concerning this poor girl's fate.

He clicks his tongue, displeased at the actions of ULW wrestlers and fans.

Valfane: Here I am, looking for a challenge. Here I am looking for a rival. Here I am trying to find a man worthy to call my opponent and for what? FOR NOTHING! Maybe you'll pay attention now. Maybe I'll get someone's attention now, and if not? I'm sure that I would rather enjoy a new female... plaything with which to occupy my time.

He laughs, low and long. He pulls off his shades and glares into the camera with an evil grin.

Valfane: Though I'm not quite sure she's fresh, as she has been passed around before. The term used goods comes to mind. Tossed away like a dirty was of tissues, that is what she might of well have been for all her last 'owner' treated her. So completely fixated on his own satisfaction.

Valfane seizes the girl by the hair.

Valfane: Maybe this will bring someone on a brisk jog down memory lane? Why don't you say hello, Sallie!

Shinzan yanks the former fiance of Orlando Cruze into the picture, her face no longer edited out.

Sallie: ORLANDO! HELP!

Valfane: So what's it going to be hero? Meet me out in the ring for the opening of Annihilation to decide her fate. I'll be waiting, hero.

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