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It starts......

These words cut across the screen in gothic style lettering, flashing periodically throughout the process. It cuts abruptly to the faces of Jackson Adams and Nathan Creed as they step up and go nose to nose, presented in black and white, demonic style music playing in the background.

It ends here.....

An image is displayed in slow motion as Desolation is featured giving Lethal Weapon the superplex off the top of a cage to the ring below. It cuts abruptly to three little girls in white dresses, running through a graveyard as autumn colored leaves tumble to the ground around them.

What started......

The music only gets deeper and more dramatic as Johnny Kingdom is shown being rolled up by Orlando Cruze from behind into a school boy and pinned, once again depicted in black and white. Dirt is shown moving in reverse out an open grave back into the shovel of the man burying a casket.

Will finish tonight....

The dirt from the shovel now moves from the shovel back into the gave. The image cuts to Romeo Damascus connecting with a chair shot over the head of Robin Brooks, who didn’t even see it coming in the tag team match. We then see Nathan’s bloodied face being held up in slow motion as he roars in anguish towards a tied up Robin.

Feuds that have waged.....

The scene filters into images of Desolation looking at the World title belt stretched over the palms of his hands before he hands it off to AWOL.

Will come to pass....

Weeping individuals are shown passing an open casket in the middle of a large gothic church. This scene is very short lived and quickly replaced with scenes of Johnny Kingdom hitting the Exodus Finale upon Orlando Cruze in the center of the ring.

Vendettas......

In slow, monochromatic coloring, Desolation is shown hitting his styles clash variation to drop Mark Comeau on the back of his neck. This scene is replaced by one showcasing Sean Johnson getting slapped across the face by Angyllic. It then switches to Bitchcakes McPhee hitting the spear on Jimmy Pruitt, pinning him to the canvas.

Will come to a conclusion....

Dementia is shown grinning in the direction of Aurora Rose as he backs up the ramp and she is restrained by security. We then see storm clouds forming in the heavens, lighting bursting through it as the music takes a deep spike and cuts into some more hard tones.

Hatred....betrayal......jealousy.....

The package cuts to a shadowy image of Nathan Creed stealing back his Livewire Championship from an irate Jackson Adams, who chases him off into the crowd. It then cuts to Robin Brooks giving Romeo Damascus a hard kick to the side of the head. Anarchy is featured standing over a deciminated opponent, who lies at his feet as he looks almost rabid, glaring down at him in rage. The storm clouds are shown breaking apart, letting the sun shine through once more in time lapsed photography.

Will come full circle, and all will find what they’re looking for....

The little girls are shown running backwards through the graveyard as the images are ran in reverse. It showcases Johnny picking Orlando back up from the Exodus Finale and sitting him up on his feet as that image is shown going backwards to. We see Orlando rolling Kingdom out of the school boy as well before the next image features Jackson Adams, who was falling off a ladder into a side of the cage, flying back on top of it with Creed at his side. All these shots are shown in reverse until it finally cuts to AWOL and Desolation eyeing one another closely as the Dark Man glares into the World Heavyweight Championship belt.

.....RETRIBUTION

The music gets absolutely spine tingling, with several loud drumming beats as Nathan is shown giving Adams the Total Domination. The dirt flies back onto the shovel from the open grave, Angyllic’s hand flies in reverse away from Johnson’s face. Johnny is featured being rolled up by Orlando into the school boy before fading into a shot of Bitchcakes hitting the Hang Over on Donovan Cage and Pruitt flying back into the ring over the ropes and going into a cartwheel as he moves in reverse away from the two men he originally crashed onto upon the outside of the ring. Finally the three little girls in white dresses run to the edge of a hill with their hands interlocked, skipping past the graves before they find themselves staring down upon an open one. A shovel is shown being thrown over the back of someone inside the grave as he reaches down and grabs the top of a casket. He rips it open and reaches inside, the three girls watching as just like at the beginning of last year’s Retribution the figure retrieves something from within the casket. This time it isn’t the words, Retribution though, as the gentleman stands up and raises the World Heavyweight title above his head, the sun glistening off of it from above.

.....RETRIBUTION


RETRIBUTION: LIVE ON PAY-PER-VIEW


A number of images flood the screen, moving in rewind it appears as we’re taken into a spiral effect, the camera pulling backwards away from the center. As it goes further and further back different images can be seen off to the sides of the center, encompassing many of the ongoing feuds right now. Finally once it gets far enough back it reveals that it was within the side of a giant letter “R.” The camera letter and the word it’s attached to, turn to face the screen, revealing itself as Retribution. The letters shatter as we go live to the inside of the arena, the fans going nuts as fireworks explode from the turnbuckles and the rafters above. Pyros also come off of the letter R which is positioned on top of the titantron which has been lowered down onto the stage, with jagged metal on both of it’s sides, serving as the entry way. The crowd is going absolutely insane for this mega event tonight with three main events.

Dan Douglas: Welcome all to Retribution 3!

The crowd is still screaming as the camera’s pan out over their excited faces, holding up a number of signs in support for their favorite stars.

Billy Mayne: Your being joined by two of the most excited men in the industry, because dammit if we don’t have one hell of a show here tonight on pay-per-view.

Dan: Three main events tonight ladies and gentlemen, amongst them a tables, ladders and chairs battle between rivals, Nathan Creed and Jackson Adams. Orlando Cruze and Johnny Kingdom settle the score tonight, one on one. But most importantly, AWOL, in his final match defends the World Heavyweight title against Desolation.

Mayne: Way to hog up all the air time Dan. But even you can’t make me feel bad about what’s coming tonight, even your crummy commentary can’t bring down my excitement.


ANARCHY VS. “JUMPIN” JIMMY PRUITT


The arena lights grow dim until the ring side area is pitch black, the fans grow silent then jump back as a sudden explosion of fire bursts forth from underneath the stage. "Electric Uncle Sam" begins to play over the sound system as the fire licks out from under the stage. A circle of flame slowly illuminates the stage area, from the center of the flames rises Anarchy, he jumps through the flames As the first line of the chorus of the song plays. Meanwhile a giant flaming red anarchy symbol burns across the screen above the stage, red lights illuminate the still dimmed ringside area. Anarchy walks to the ring slowly, then looks down and raises his arms with a primal yell as flames fall from the ceiling of the arena, black strobe lights go off as the sound of drums from his theme fills the ears of the audience. He runs and slides into the ring, as he gets to his feet he stares at entrance ramp awaiting his opponent, composed and ready for war. The red lights fade out followed by the pyros, the ringside light return to normal as the music fades.

Douglas: And it looks we're kicking things off tonight Billy, with this match between Jimmy Pruitt and Anarchy that was set up on the last Annihilation.

Mayne: It's a great match and you know why? Because Jackson Adams booked it.

"Rock You Like a Hurricane" blasts over the speakers, and out from behind the curtain struts “Jumpin” Jimmy Pruitt to an otherwise silent arena, The New Comers Trophy held tightly in the grip of his right hand. He's wearing a knee length red bathrobe over his wrestling attire, that is covered in home-made sequins. He quickly goes pale at the sight of the phenomenal size of the crowd and freezes at the top of the entrance ramp. struggling to swallow the newly formed lump in his throat. After a few more long seconds, he finally starts to take small, light steps to the ring, hunching his head forward and waving coyly at a few fans along the way. Finally, he fumbles himself through the top and middle rope, only to stand very still in the middle of the ring, not knowing what to do next. However Anarchy does not give him a chance to find out, as he attacks him from behind with a boot to the back of the knee.

Mayne: Oh Man this guy knows how to fight!!

Douglas: That was a blatant cheap shot Bill and you know it…

Mayne: Hey this is Retribution III Dan there is no time for sugar coating shit, It’s not fight fair its fight to win!

Douglas: Just like your hero Jackson Adams right?

Mayne: Your damn right he does what it takes to get the job done, and in the end he isn’t ashamed one damn bit!

Anarchy kicks the trophy to the mats outside the ring, he then rips the bath robe off of Pruitt and goes to work. Anarchy with stiff rights and lefts to the body of Pruitt, finished off by a strong boot to the face sending Pruitt rolling backwards head over heels. Pruit somehow manages to get to his knees and beg Anarchy to stop before falling flat on his face. Anarchy then picks Pruitt up by the head turns him around and pounds his face into the turn buckles the fans count as Jimmy’s cranium crashes into the pad each time. 1...2...3...4.…5...6.…7...8...9... Anatrchy pulls Jimmys head bak chops him in the troat then slams it into the buckle a final time.

Douglas: Man this guy isn’t wasting any time here Bill he is taking it right to Pruitt.

Mayne: He has been on the shelf for how long now Dan? He is ready for some action, and he is proving it here against this dumb ass… what is his name?

Douglas: Its Jimmy Pruitt, Billy and he is a talented young man, after all he does have the new comers trophy.

Mayne: A lucky win.

Anarchy now with Pruitt hoisted in between the top and middle rope. He slides out and gets under the ring and pulls out a chair, as he slides back into the ring the ref is there to intervene. The ref argues with Anarchy as a man in a hooded sweat shirt and shades jumps the safety wall, while the refs back is turn he picks the trophy up from its placement on the mat outside the ring. He picks it up and breaks it in half over the head of Pruitt. Pruitt just stands and falls back with a glassy look over his eyes. Before he hit’s the matt anarchy rushes forward and catches him in position for the Iron Maiden Driver.

Douglas: Oh my GOD! That hooded assailant just broke the new comers trophy over its owners head!

Mayne: Ha! That was classic Dan, that man should be hired by the ULW! He has what it takes!

Douglas: That was just dam horrible Billy.

Billy: Not as horrible as the migraine Pruitt is going to have after that trophy shot! Followed by the front Russian leg sweep!

Anarchy now launches from the second rope slamming Jimmy’s face into the mat, rolling him up the ref ropes and makes the count.

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The hooded man rips off the hooded shirt and tosses the shades to the ground, revealing himself to be none other than Too Magnificent. He slides into the ring, Too Mag and Arnarchy now both putting boots to the downed Pruitt.

Douglas: Oh my jesus christ, we should have known its Too Magnificent!

Mayne: I take my former comment back… that man is hired by the ULW!

Anarchy picks Pruitt up and whips him against the turnbuckles with forces as Too Mag follows hi in with a boot to the back of the head. Jimmy falls to the ground lifeless as Too Mag Has a Sadistic grin on his face. Anarchy now rolls Pruitt out of the ring, Too Mag follows, He gives Pruitt forearms to the back all the way around the outside of the ring before slamming Jimmy’s face onto the Spanish announcers table. Too Mag now rolling the almost unconscious Pruitt onto the table and climbs up himself.

Mayne: Too Mag is up to something, and you know its not going to be pretty Dan.

Douglas: This man is just absolutely sick Billy, coming down here and beating the hell out of a new comer.

Mayne: Welcome to ULW Pruitt, Too Mag Style!

Too Mag has Jimmy on his feet and bent over backwards, an arm wrapped around the neck of Pruitt… To Mag Lifts him up and lays back dropping Pruitt on the back of his neck as the Spanish table collapses. Meanwhile the victorious Anarchy can be seen backing up the ramp with a smile from ear to ear.

Mayne: Oh yes, yes! The Midas Touch through the table, those Spanish guys annoyed the hell out of me anyhow Dan.

Douglas: Absolutely despicable.


OLD FRIENDS, BITTER ENEMIES


A very loud reaction consisting of cheers reign out over the arena at the sight of none other than the World Heavyweight Champion, AWOL. Everyone seems very enthused to see the title holder tonight, ready to compete in his very last ULW performance as he stands with his back facing a row of lockers. He slips some padding over his elbow, and appears very centered, focused like never before on the task that awaits him, the battle with Desolation for the World title, as he steps foot in the ring for the very last time. He is so focused, he fails to even detect the presence of a figure who remains off camera.

Well, well, well, looks like my campaign finally did the job....

A horrid collection of boos sound out from the angry crowd as into the camera’s focus strolls the ever arrogant, boastful Hurse, proudly coveting the ULW Submission Championship over his shoulder. AWOL looks up in agitation at his long time rival, and former teammate as Hurse steps forward, scanning the frustrated surface of the Big Crazy Bastard.

Hurse: You know, I thought it would be a lot harder to get rid of you than this. I mean, after all I put you through, with the semi truck, and that unbelievable match at Sinful Deeds, and yet here you are, ready to retire because you simply have no other challenges left. Please, I think we all know why your really retiring after tonight let’s incursion with Desolation.

AWOL crosses his arms and tilts his head, trying to look very intrigued.

AWOL: Oh, really, well then good sir, why don’t you elaborate on my real motivations for wishing to retire then, since you’ve got such a firm grasp upon the truth.

A devious grin creeps over the face of Hurse.

Hurse: Well old buddy old pal, I think it’s simple. I think my mind games have finally gotten into your head, I think your retiring not only because of my campaign to see the championship taken off your shoulder has unnerved you so tremendously, but because you feel that sense of horror inside of your body when you contemplate stepping into the ring against me one more time. You realize just how disgraced you’ll be when I defeat you for yet another of your title belts.

Still smirking rather pompously, Hurse diverts his attention to the Submission Championship over his shoulder, boasting over it’s presence in his possession. AWOL merely grins and shakes his head.

AWOL: You know Hurse, when we were teaming together as part of the Empire, I never thought, even for a second that you were actually stupid enough to believe the things that came out of your own mouth. I assure you, no campaign of yours has caused me any sort of duress, and this great challenge you perceive yourself to be, is almost as laughable as your pursuit to take the title off of me through your pointless campaign. So really, stop believing the hy.....

Yeah, because we all know he’s retiring out of fear of what the Alpha Generation will do to him....

Jackson Adams storms into the scene now as AWOL once again rolls his eyes. The Alpha Generation member, dressed in ring gear for his impending match, stops directly between both a confused Hurse and an agitated AWOL.

Jackson: You know damn well AWOL, that the reason your hanging up your boots is because you know you can’t hang with guys in the prime of their careers like me. You know full well, that your just not up to the standards of the next generation. So instead of huffing and puffing around the ring, all the while trying to avoid breaking your pelvis in matches against guys of my incredible abilities, you’re deciding to waddle away from the industry while your still on top.

Believing he made a very valid point, Jackson crosses his arms and stares deeply into the face of his former teammate AWOL, also having been apart of the defunct Empire. AWOL doesn’t respond, just leans forearm first against the locker and shakes his head in a dumbfounded state.

AWOL: Quotes the man that I just defeated like twice within a two week span.....

Jackson does a double take, absolutely shocked by this accusation.

Hurse: Hahahaha, yeah JA, I mean come on bud, the last person you beat was Isaac Saine, via disqualification mind you, and Isaac’s easier to beat than fucking Lord X with a hangover.

Adams: Oh yeah, and who’s the last person you beat Hurse? The way I see it, your career has been going down the shitter faster than Tom Cruise, ever since you broke away from the Empire.

AWOL unleashes a slight chuckle as Hurse and Adams step up into one another’s faces, looking very intense.

Hurse: Why you ungrateful little bitch, do you forget everything I did for you, all the years of experience I passed onto you while we were both part of the Empire?

Jackson: Yeah I did forget it all, because all it caused me to do was be a joke, just like you, Mr. One month World title reign.

Hurse: Oh I know you just didn’t go there, at least I’ve held the World title. To hell with your ladder match you little punk, let’s go outside right now and show who the better man is..

Adams: Fine, but in your case that might be a problem, because in order to prove who the better man is, you actually have to be a man in the first place.

Jackson and Hurse get nose to nose, fuming in rage as AWOL just continues to laugh in the background.

AWOL: Boys, boys, boys, calm down, remember that I’m the one your both trying to get yourselves over by insulting. Squabbling amongst each other will get you nowhere when the World Champion is standing right here...

Hurse and Jackson turn finally to glare at AWOL, who grabs the World title belt and holds it up for them to see.

Ha, only three months as champion and people are already forgetting about you, huh, story of my life....

A massive reaction consisting of both boos and cheers cut through the arena as all eyes in the lockeroom shift to none other than Johnny Kingdom, the Team Leader sauntering forward into the camera’s view. He shakes his head as his eyes look over all three faces of his former Empire teammates, appearing almost amused. AWOL appears particularly shocked to see him.

Johnny: Who would have though AWOL is already suffering from Johnny Kingdom syndrome, being consistently overlooked in favor of feuds that nobody could care about.

A conniving smirk befalls Johnny as Hurse glares at him in outrage, as does Adams.

Hurse: Well, well, look what the cat dragged in, spat up and tried to bury in it’s kitty litter, what the hell are you doing here Johnny? Shouldn’t you be playing shuffle board in Florida somewhere?

Johnny turns towards Hurse with a slight grin.

Johnny: Wow, your still with the ULW Steven, I mean you haven’t been on television for a few weeks and I’ve already completely forgotten about you.

Hurse clinches his fist as veins protrude from his temples, ready to explode as Kingdom just continues to smile, Adams beginning to open his mouth in order to say something.

Johnny: Don’t Jackson, it wastes just as much of your time to say something as it does for me to listen.

JA lowers his head meekly to stare at the floor as Kingdom finally turns towards his age old rival, the man who defeated him at Paranoia for the World title, and put him on the shelf up until now. He steps up close to AWOL, the two of them glaring intensely into one another’s eyes, ready to pick up where they left off perhaps.

Kingdom: And you, AWOL, the man who did something that nobody else could, and almost ended in my career permanently. The man who showed that he could truly match up with the Team Leader, the Career Killer, and both defeated me and humiliated me in my very last ULW performance. I imagine you were riding high on your wave of success, really building momentum due to that victory, but now look at you. You’re a bigger disgrace to the Championship that even Orlando Cruze, or Steven Parkwood.....

Hurse: Heeyyyyy.

Johnny fails to pay attention to his former long time friend as he stares sternly up into the face of AWOL, who doesn’t back down.

Kingdom: You have no motivation, you have nothing left to offer to the wrestling business. You can make all the claims in the world that your going out on top tonight, but the truth be told, your leaving this industry in your lowest form humanly possible. Your leaving by spitting in the face of your supporters, your leaving by spitting on the World title. Like I said AWOL, you’re a disgrace, and if I weren’t going out there tonight to defeat Orlando, then I might just take a few moments to get back what’s rightfully mine.

Johnny slaps his hand on the gold plate of the title as AWOL doesn’t remove his eyes from the former Champion’s. The hatred and animosity between them seems to be growing second by second.

AWOL: You know, it’s nice Johnny, to see that you’ve become the same type of belly aching, hypocritical son of a bitch, we once banned together to take out. If you want to see a disgrace, look in the mirror, I on the other hand have better things to do, such as accomplishing what you couldn’t, and successfully retaining my title in my very last match.

AWOL steps around Johnny, moving out of his lockeroom as Kingdom turns and watches him leave. Throughout the process a large grin slowly forms on his face, a very disturbing one at that.


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ROBIN BROOKS VS. ROMERO DAMASCUS


The lights slowly dim down, as the "Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven starts to play softly over the PA. A purple light starts to shine on the stage, with the picture of a broken heart. The 'tron flickers to life, showing "Rip My Heart Out" then various video segments of him in action... The man steps out from the backstage area. Fog starts billowing over the ramp, as Romeo Damascus reaches the end of the stage, and kneels on one knee, with his eyes closed, gripping his chest with one hand, and the other infront of his lowered head. Slowly, Romeo stands, and walks through the billowing fog. Halfway down the ramp, Romeo collapses onto his knees, and holds his head with both hands... He lets out a primal scream, and thrusts his hands into the air, as purple flames emit from the sides of the ramp. Smiling sadistically, Romeo stands, and looks around at the people, the smile still covering his face, but that soon turns to a scoul, as he turns away, and continues walking to the ring. Romeo quickly rolls into the ring, and sits in his corner; awaiting the sound of the bell.

Douglas: What an encounter between the former members of the Empire backstage, but also what a match we’ve got on tap next. This battle has a lot of history behind it as Robin Brooks is set to take on this man, her deranged stalker almost in Romeo Damascus. These two have never met one on one, but the rivalry they’ve built up has been truly unique.

Mayne: Romeo’s obsession with her is disgusting. I have no idea who would find Robin attracted other than the mentally ill, blind people, or Bob.

Dan: Well, like a lot of men, Damascus has been infatuated with Robin, but he hasn’t handled that infatuation the way most men would.

Billy: Instead of giving her flowers, he hit her with a fucking steel chair!

Romeo licks his lips in anticipation in the ring, truly looking forward to this next encounter as Rumor by Lindsey Lohan, Robin’s music now hits the PA system ans sparkles begin to fly from both sides of the stage. The fans are going nuts as Robin emerges from the curtains, hopping up and down with a very driven expression on her face. She stares at Damascus in the ring in a state of rage before she shadow boxes and does some karate moves then rushes at the ring. She slides in and tries immediately to get at her tormentor, only to be held back by the referee.

Mayne: Just look at Robin, she really wants her hands on Romeo, and I’m sure it’s something Damascus wants as well.

Douglas: But when Robin puts her hands on Romeo, it won’t be for any type of Oriental massage that’s for sure.

Billy: I heard Robin has a lot of experience in that area.

Robin Brooks and Romeo begin to circle one another as the bell chimes in the background, officially getting this contest underway. Robin begins to hop up and down, psyching herself up as she crouches down, Romeo doing the same while winking and blowing a kiss at a frustrated Brooks. Both individuals step towards one another. They begin to lock arms with one another in a collar elbow tie, looking for an opening before Robin steps in and places Romeo in a sideheadlock almost immediately, trying to force the air from his head. "Damascus" tries to pull his head free and finally does squirm from the grip of Brooks, grabbing her arms and placing them in the full nelson from behind. Robin tries to get herself free, the crowd cheering, getting behind her. Brooks rushes at the turnbuckle, dragging Romeo with her and stepping up the pads, she gets to the top one and pushes herself off and backwards. She flips over the shoulder of Romeo and lands behind his back, grabbing him around the neck in the process and bending him backwards into a dragon sleeper. Brooks steps towards the turnbuckle now, climbing up onto the second rope and planting himself on the top pad, continuing to hold onto the dragon sleeper with further leverage. She is bent over the shoulder of Romeo, holding on tightly to the homicidal poet, depriving his head of more air when Romeo reaches up and wraps his arms around her midsection. He rushes out of the corner now, carrying Brooks on his shoulder and then connecting with a huge running powerslam straight into the canvas. The fans boo loudly while Romeo hooks the leg of Brooks for the pin already, after hitting the first physical move.

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Robin gets her shoulder up, rolling onto her side. Romeo rises quickly, pulling Brooks up with him onto her posterior and then grabbing her arm, folding it up and placing her in a top wrist lock while standing behind heer back. Brooks remains seated, held in the textbook submission by Romeo. Damascus yells out throughout the process.

Damascus: My sweet, sweet Robin, all you have to do is give into your desires, to your passion and we can end this pain, this misery!

Douglas: Romeo using a power move on Brooks, haven’t seen him bust something like that out in a while.

Mayne: Well, Romeo’s always been blessed with a variety of offensive styles.

Robin shakes her head as the referee asks her rather she would like to tap out or not. Brooks defiantly rises to her feet, getting them beneath her when Romeo spins her around into a front facelock. He slaps on, surprisingly, another submission hold, torquing the neck of Brooks. Robin tries to pull free and eventually does so, spinning out of it and to the side of Romeo, grabbing his arm in the process and pulling it around into an arm ringer. Robin grips the wrist of her former tag partner, really trying to maintain a grip on the arm as Romeo fights to pull it free. Damascus drags her in though, straight into a short arm clothesline. Brooks ducks under it though, releasing the other arm and grabbing the one just thrown at her in the process. She wraps her arm around it, putting him in the armlock submission now.

The crowd unleashes some cheers at the sight of this double counter into a submission on the other arm of Romeo. Robin quickly changes up the submission though, stepping in front of Romeo and placing him in a top wrist lock, folding his arm backwards in this process. Romeo shouts in pain, his arm really being taken apart in this submission when he somehow spins out of it, pulling it free and swinging around in a circle. He lifts his other arm into the air for a discus clothesline that Brooks once again ducks under. She stands up and grabs the back of Romeo's head, dropping to one knee, holding him in a reverse chin lock in the reverse neckbreaker position. Damascus’ feet are planted on the canvas, bent over backwards with his head tightly gripped by the arm of Brooks. She seems pleased to have reversed another of Romeo's clotheslines into another submission hold. Many of the fans are clapping their hands and chanting Robins name as Damascus puts in a valiant effort to get himself free, beginning to stand up and eventually doing so. He stands completely upright with Brooks doing the same, reaching back with his arm and wrapping it around the throat of Robin now. He suddenly spins around, twisting his body and dragging Brooks around into a twist of fait like diamond cutter. The crowd has a mixed reaction to this move, Robin slamming face first into the shoulder of Romeo. He keeps his arm wrapped around the neck of Brooks though, refusing to allow her to bounce off and get a second's breather. Instead Romeo bridges himself upwards with the diamond cutter still applied, pushing Brooks to a standing position as well. Both individuals are on their feet when Romeo drops down onto his posterior, planting Robin with a stunner this time and still keeping his arm locked around the neck of Brooks. Robin remains standing somehow as Romeo uses her as a brace to pull himself up by his opponent's neck. He now turns his body around and grabs the arm of Brooks, forcing her down to the canvas and trying to get what appears to be a crossface locked in.

Douglas: What a combination maneuver by Romeo! Transitioning straight into the crossface.

Mayne: He doesn't have it locked in yet you idiot, Brooks is fighting it.

Robin holds her hand in front of her face, keeping Romeo from interlocking his hands around her jaw. She finally pushes Romeo's hands away and pushes herself over sideways. She attempts to put Romeo on his back into a pinning predicament but instead Romeo rolls through even further, placing Brooks onto the back of his shoulders, Damascus wrapping his legs around her other arm. He places her in a crucifix style pin as the referee drops to make the count.

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Brooks gets one of her shoulders up, dropping onto the canvas across her chest and stomach as Romeo holds onto her arm, scooting around and transitioning into the crossface to a great deal of boos. Robin places her fist to the canvas, pushing herself up and shouting at the top of her lungs from the pain. Brooks is in anguish, Romeo really pulling back on her head to the best of his abilities. Robin shouts no at the referee as he inquires rather she'd like to tap out. She looks ready to slap the canvas, the pain too insurmountable to overcome. She somehow pulls her arm free from between the knees of Damascus, to the shock of most in the crowd. She reaches up with both hands and grabs one of Romeo's, switching around with her body suddenly and pulling the arms of Romeo apart. She slides around onto her back, holding the arm of Romeo out and placing it in a grapevine with both legs, also wrapping them around the throat of her former friend in the process. The legs squeeze the very life from the head of Romeo, sweat pouring from his forehead as he lies on his back now.

Billy: What a counter by Robin Brooks, I don't think I've ever seen anyone get out of the crossface like that before.

Dan: Yes, that was an incredible counter by Brooks straight into the triangle choke almost.

Mayne: Oh, don't jump on the bandwagon now.

Douglas: What the hell are you talking about? I was never off of the bandwagon in the first place. In fact, what bandwagon are you even talking about?

Robin still has the submission locked in when Romeo begins to force the legs apart from around his neck, and his arm with his free hand. He forces the leg off of his throat and now sets up, holding onto the leg that was behind his head and now placing his elbow into the crease of it. He leans down intro the back of Robin’s knee, pulling her shin around to the front of his chest as he keeps the submission locked in. He lifts his elbow into the air and repeatedly drives it into the knee of Robin, who screams out in pain several times, sitting up and trying to free herself. Damascus refuses to let her do so though as he now stands up, holding onto the leg and sticking it up into the air. He kicks the back of it and then drops down knee first into the back of her leg. Robin screams out in pain as Romeo stands up now and looks back and forth at the crowd. He turns and stares down at the screaming Brooks.

Romeo: I do this, out of love Robin!

As Damascus remains bent forward, screaming this Brooks kicks her foot up straight into his face. Romeo is knocked into a backwards spiral as Robin rolls in reverse and limps a bit on her knee, Damascus charging in and going for a lariat. Brooks drops down into a forward roll across the canvas to a avoid it and now stands up as Damascus turns to face her. She drops down and rolls towards Romeo with the side of her body, causing him to have to cartwheel over her onto his feet before he rushes into the ropes at her side. He springs into the air, landing feet first on the second cable and then moonsaulting off backwards straight at Robin who rolls towards the ropes out of the way. Romeo lands on her feet as Robin jumps onto the second rope now and springs off, flying backwards into an elbow straight to the chest of Damascus. He is knocked down to the canvas and sent rolling towards the turnbuckle, which he hits back first. The crowd puts their hands together as Romeo grabs the ropes and uses them to pull himself up with his back still pressed to the corner.

Douglas: Some fast paced offense between these two now!

Mayne: I’m surprised Romeo is so willing to do any damage to Robin in this contest.

Brooks rushes in and jumps into the air, placing her feet to his gut and going for the monkey flip. Romeo wraps his arms around the back of her legs though and turns around, sitting Robin on the top rope and then slapping her across the face. Brooks almost tumbles out of the turnbuckle as Romeo looks at her in anger. He seemingly doesn’t like to be upstaged whatsoever. With anger, Damascus steps up the ropes, offended Robin would put her hands on him. He places her in a front gantry, setting up for what looks like a superplex when Brooks pulls her head free and now dives over his back. She wraps her arms around his waist as she drops on her feet behind his back, going for the sunset flip powerbomb. Romeo blocks it by holding onto the top rope though, then swiping down with his hand into the wrist of Brooks, causing her to take it away and step out from under Damascus. Romeo turns to face her, sitting on the top rope when Robin rushes in and places the back of her head to the second rope, lifting her legs into the air and wrapping them around his neck. She pulls him off with a head scissors, causing Damascus to flip over and crash onto his back.

Romeo sits up, shouting pain as he reaches for his spine, turning onto his side throughout the process. Brooks lands on her feet and jumps into the air though, sitting on the top rope and turning to face Romeo, who stands up and rushes in. Robin kicks him to the face hard, causing him to stagger backwards before she jumps off the second rope, flying straight at him. Damascus springs into the air, dropkicking her directly to the chest though, knocking her out of the air and down to the canvas. Robin rolls back and forth holding her chest and stomach now, shouting pain as Damascus gets up and steps to the ropes to her side as quickly as possible. He springs into the air and sticks his legs out, dropping them onto the top cable as he bounces off into a moonsault almost but turns around out of into a senton splash across the chest of Brooks.

Mayne: What an athletic move by Romeo Damascus, he’s on fire in this one thus far Dan.

Dan: He did just take out Robin with that well timed dropkick, and he’s definitely got her down with that senton, but can he continue to keep up the pressure on this resilient young Robin?

Damascus stands up with Robin roaring in pain as she holds her chest, Romeo stepping over top of her and kissing his fist. He seems to think about rather he’s going to hit the Rip Thine Heart Out for a second before he finally goes for. His fist flies at the chest of Brooks, but strikes nothing but canvas, Robin having turned onto her side and gotten out of the way as she now slides in reverse between his legs. Robin stands up, still limping slightly before she rushes backwards into the cables, bouncing off the coming back in. As she does, Romeo catches her with a kick to the gut though and grabs her around the neck, pointing to his side straight at the cables. The fans realize he could be going for the Cut of Damascus while he shakes his fist in pain. He lifts her into the air for the reverse suplex onto the ropes when Brooks turns around out of it and wraps her arm around the back of his head. She drops onto her seat, connecting with a stunner to the shock of the fans, amazed by the quick counter.

Romeo stands up straight with a dazed expression on his face when Robin drops in reverse, rolling towards him and sticking out her legs. They wrap around his waist as Romeo bends down to wrap his own arms around her mid-section, lifting her up into the air now in a wheelbarrow position. Robin is lifted into the air, before she wraps her arm around his neck and falls forward in the direction of the canvas, pulling him down into a wheelbarrow bulldog. Romeo is driven face first into the canvas before he rolls onto his back, Robin turning and crawling into the cover with the fans cheering loudly.

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Romeo kicks out somehow, getting his shoulder up and turning onto his side in desperation. Robin gets to her knees, looking exasperated and stunned she didn’t get the pinfall before Romeo begins to push himself up, looking shocked by the sudden counters she hit him with. Brooks charges into the ropes now, bouncing off the cables before he rolls towards her, Brooks forced to leap frog him and continue into the cables. She bounces off now and comes back in as Romeo stands up and bends down for the back drop, she stops in front of him though and connects with a kick to his chest, causing him to stand up straight. She now jumps into the air and onto his shoulders for the hurricarana only for Damascus to drop into the sit-out powerbomb, placing his shoulders into the back of her legs as he goes for the pin.

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Robin rolls backwards out of the pinning predicament while Damascus does as well. Both athletes rushing forward when Romeo bends down and catches her against his shoulders, standing up and holding her in position for the Death Valley Driver. Brooks turns though and forces his head down, between her legs. She lands on her feet while bending Damascus forward, wrapping her arms around his waist and jumping into the air. Brooks pulls Romeo around into the flip over piledriver, which causes the crowd to react in utter shock. Damascus bounces off his skull right back up onto his feet with a dazed glint in his eyes until he tumbles onto his back upon the canvas.

Douglas: Robin with a Canadian Destroyer on Romeo Damascus, out of nowhere, I cannot believe she just hit that huge, deadly move!

Mayne: And now Romeo looks like he’s out cold Dan. I cannot believe how on fire Brooks is!

Robin gets to her knees and stares down at the out cold Romeo before storming towards the ropes. She slides through them onto the apron and starts towards the turnbuckle, scaling it quickly. She gets to the top cable and now jumps off, soaring through the air with the Flying Star (Shooting Star Press). Damascus rolls out of the way at the last second, Robin crashing onto her chest and stomach though and popping up into a crawling base now as she screams out in pain. She now rises to her feet and turns around instictively as Damascus bounces off the cables and comes back in, jumping into a corkscrew kick straight to her face. Robin is knocked down to the canvas while Romeo falls onto his back, smiling with a wide eyed expression on his face. He seems pleased for now before he drops down and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, having Brooks where he seemingly wants her. He lifts the banner and reaches under the ring now, grabbing a steel chair before rolling back in.

He licks his lips once more as he approaches Robin now, who is forcing herself back up onto her feet. As soon as he steps in and lifts the chair in front of his face, Brooks jumps to her feet and then springs into the air, swinging around into a spinning heel kick directly to the steel object. It’s slammed into the face of Damascus, knocking him off of his feet and causing him to crash onto his back as Robin almost hits a version of the Van Daminator! The referee kicks the chair out of the ring as Robin stands up now and jumps into the air at Romeo’s side, connecting with a standing shooting star press right on top of Damascus.

Douglas: A standing version of the Flying Star right after hitting that chair with the spinning heel kick, Brooks may have it here!

Mayne: No way!

The referee drops down and makes the count quickly.

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The entire arena rejoices as Robin Brooks decisively defeats Romeo Damascus, sitting up with sweat dripping from her face but pride looming in her heart. She raises her arms above her head, having gotten the victory she oh so desperately needed over the man who has been a constant thorn in her side.

Mayne: I cannot believe this, Robin Brooks has just defeated Romeo Damascus, and she did so dominantly!

Douglas: Robin continuing to be on a roll here in the ULW, and she’s continues her wave of dominance by defeating one of her arch rivals here tonight at Retribution III, in a very exhilarating match.

Robin stands up and turns towards the down, out cold Romeo with a smile creeping over her face, as she realizes she finally faced her fear and defeated a man who has been the object of her horror for close to a solid year. The fans are all cheering her victory on rather loudly.


TWENTY FOUR HOURS OF FEAR


The camera is centered, entirely focused upon one of the many entrances to the arena, a single door in a long backstage corridor. It begins to open slowly with pure gray brick walls at both of it’s sides as a bit of light from outside filters into the innards of the arena. Obviously someone is taking their dear old time to enter, with the greatest bit of hesitance. Suddenly, the Anarchy Champion, Little D sticks his head into the arena, looking back and forth with panic stricken eyes, very worried to enter. He slowly begins to slide into the arena with the Anarchy title around his waist, keeping his back pressed against the wall to the side of the door throughout the process. His eyes shift back and forth in a terrified manner while he keeps his back pressed firmly against the wall, scooting across it slowly on his tip toes. Obviously he is trying to make sure nobody realizes that he has shown up at the arena tonight with the Anarchy title, defended 24 hours a day, seven days a week strapped to him.

LITTLE D!

He jumps forward suddenly and turns around, doing a karate style pose, standing on one foot as he goes into a crane position, ready to kick. The bouncy, intellectually challenged Susie Moore hops into the camera’s frame, eagerly glaring at the Anarchy Champion with a microphone clutched tightly within her hand. She looks Little D up and down while he places his hand over his chest and lowers his foot, taking several deep breaths. The backstage correspondent grips a microphone in her small hands as she holds it out to her lips.

Little D: Jesus lady, you almost gave me a heart attack.

Susie appears confused before shrugging her shoulders and continuing.

Susie: Sorry, I’m just trying to get an exclusive interview with one of our champions tonight, and since you’re the first one I’ve ran into.....

Little D: Can it sister....

His hand is held out in front of Susie’s face as she meekly looks down at the floor, batting her eyes sadly.

Little D: I can’t stay in one place for too long. You see, after I won the Anarchy title two weeks ago, people have been out to get me wherever I go. Rather I’m sitting in a restaurant, or shopping at a grocery market, everywhere I turn there’s somebody trying to steal my title. So I’ve got to constantly stay on my toes, and be alert of my surroundings, you never know when somebody’s just going to....

Almost on cue a giant ham slams into the back of Little D’s head, knocking him down to the concrete hard. He grips the back of his neck and kicks his leg as none other than Bob lumbers into the camera’s frame, Susie jumping back in shock over what she is seeing. Bob pushes Little D over onto his back and hooks his leg, going for the pinfall as Mr. Narrator steps into the camera’s frame wearing a referee t-shirt. He drops down and begins to make the count.

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Little D kicks out quickly, a shocked expression on his face as he rolls onto his hands and knees, jumping to his feet and taking off. He tightly grips the Anarchy title about his waist as Bob gets to his feet and rushes after him, grabbing his ham in the process. Bob sinks his teeth into the ham, taking off after Little D with Mr. Narrator following, still dressed in the referee t-shirt.

Bob: Bob want shiny gold plate for mnooses!

Narrator: That one was self explanatory.

The two continue to rush off after Little D while Susie turns, watching them scurry away with a very confused expression on her face.


GOD’S HOUSE


Ripples in a dark body of water can be seen as the camera stares over the shoulder of somebody leaning against a cement wall, looking out into what appears to be a river. He has his back aimed in the direction of the camera, building suspense it seems as it eyes remain locked on the moonlight shimmering down upon the water. Finally his eyes shift from the river, the camera tracing the path of his glare to the large flashing marquee built to the side of the massive arena that ULW is emanating from tonight. The words “Retribution: Sold Out” flashing across it repeatedly in yellow bold letters before the camera turns back to the face of the rather arrogant individual who lurks before the cement wall. Scornful boos consisting of a loud verbal lashing cuts through the crowd as the camera rests upon the face of none other than God himself, Chad Evans. He has a half grin on his face with a charismatic expression lurking over his pompous features. The SCW superstar just continues looking forward into the camera in a bit of disgust.

Chad: Well now, I bet this is quite an unexpected sight for those of you who consider yourselves a fan of “wrestling,” which mind you isn’t something your watching at this pay-per-view tonight. I can imagine your confused, as the majority of you ULW fans easily are in most circumstances, over why God would chose to his bring some divinity into this event tonight.

Chad begins to move towards the arena slowly, taking his dear old time, casually marching towards one of the backstage entrances.

Evans: Don’t confuse my motives people, don’t think that I’m here as a mere means to increase buy rates, or to give you people a sight of what an actual wrestling personality is. No, no, I’m here tonight for one purpose, to get an answer to a challenge that I levied at SCW’s own pay-per-view last week, one that has thus far gone unanswered by the feeble minded, germ fearing Hurse. That’s right, I’ve decided to step down off of my cloud, and bring enlightenment to your own Submission Champion, and to this whole federation that you fans oh so foolishly cherish. I’ve taken it upon myself, I’ve put the burden square on my shoulders to open the eyes of Hurse, and the remainder of the pathetic neverwas’ that comprise this forsaken roster. They like to consider themselves better than anyone from SCW, well that’s believable, except when it comes to me. It’s a truth that the ULW will learn tonight, when I enter this arena, step foot into the center of that ring and force everyone to come to a biblical revelation.

Chad turns towards the doors and leans in to grab the door knob when they fly open from the inside. A long line of security guards step out from the innards of the arena, blocking Evans from entering the facility. They form a virtual wall between himself and the arena as Chad takes a step back, rolling his eyes with the slightest detection of agitation. The chubbiest guard stands in the middle of the pack and speaks up for himself and his cohorts.

Guard: I’m sorry sir, but we cannot allow you into the arena tonight. Apparently GM Mark Comeau is on his way and phoned ahead to demand we not allow you to step foot in our premises this evening.

Chad begins to rub his jaw with a smirk while he overlooks the pudgy guard, amused by the mediocre threat he poses.

Chad: Did this great, majestic Mark Comeau have any other orders?

The chubby faced guard turns to stare at the camera at Evans’ side.

Guard: Well, he’d also like you return our cameraman.

The pleasantly plumped guard bulks up his chest to look more threatening.

Guard: Or else.

Evans puts his fingers in his mouth, bitting on his nails rather comically while shivering.

Evans: Oh no, I’m so horrified, but I paid the cameraman out of my own pocket, and he was quick to film some classic Chad Evans material, since the rest of this production tonight has been as stale as some run of the mill SCW action. So consider your second request null and void, on top of that, this Mr. Comeau fellow can only keep me out for so long before I find my way into the building to bless what was has thus far been a putrid ULW production, and to get an answer to my challenge.

The guard begins to speak when Evans sticks his hand out, his palm open before he closes his fingers together, informing him to shut up before he could get a word in edge wise. The other guards, just as out of shape and feeble minded offer no response as Evans sighs, turning away from the arena.


ISAAC SAINE VS. BITCHCAKES MCPHEE VS. AURORA ROSE VS. DEMENTIA VS. SEAN JOHNSON VS. SCOTT ADAMS VS. BAINE
LIVEWIRE TITLE CONTENDERSHIP GAUNTLET


The crowd is still booing on the inside of the arena at the mere sight of Chad Evans while the camera cuts to a confused Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne.

Dan Douglas: Welcome back to the ring ladies and gentlemen, and what an unusual occurrence outside of the arena.

Billy Mayne: This night just keeps getting more and more odd by the second. We’ve got Bob chasing Little D over the Anarchy title, and now one of these SCW slimeballs showing up on our program talking trash about our federation. What else is going to happen here tonight? I mean, I don’t think I could possibly take much more of this.

Dan: Well, we’ve still got a lot to come tonight Billy, so there’s a lot more time for things to come.

The sound of coughing accompanies a large plume of smoke leaving the entrance ramp. As "Second Hand Smoke" by Twiztid begins to play, Bitchcakes McPhee comes out of the entrance, putting out his cigarette on his left shoulder. He high fives the crowd members as he goes down the ramp toward the ring. He slides into the ring under the ropes and runs against the ropes to stretch before the match as he waits for the bell to ring.

Douglas: Let’s shift back to the wrestling portion of tonight’s show Billy, because I know you’re still reeling over the fact that hell has frozen over, and Chad Evans is actually at a ULW event this evening. But now we’ve got to get centered on this gauntlet match for the number one contendership at the Livewire title, and the competitors in this contest, particularly Bitchcakes McPhee, who has been very impressive since his debut here in the ULW.

Mayne: Yeah, he’s shown some skill to drink anyone under the table, but I’m not sure about actual wrestling abilities.

Dan: He’s shown a lot of it Billy, he’s gotten several wins since his debut, and tonight he could pull off the biggest one of his young ULW career.

Bitchcakes points over the ropes at the screaming fans when Alive by POD hits the PA system, “Classic” Scott Adams emerging through the curtains. He hops up and down, looking around with a very intense, yet professional expression on his face. The fans have a mixed reaction while he commences towards the ring, staring straight forward, not taking his eyes off the squared circle and Bitchcakes, who he has a great deal of animosity towards. He hops onto the apron and glares at McPhee with disgust before sliding into the ring, getting ready for this impending confrontation.

Mayne: And look who it is starting this match out, the first man Bitchcakes ever defeated here in the ULW.

Douglas: “Classic” Scott Adams has also shown himself to be a bright young star, and he could be out to avenge that loss from several weeks ago by eliminating Bitchcakes from this match. Let’s just take a moment though to explain the rules here. Eliminations will occur by either pinfall, countdown, disqualification or submission, and a new person will enter this match every 2 minutes to further add to the madness so to speak. The last person remaining will then become the new number one contender for the Livewire title.

Mayne: Hopefully it’s not any of those Vengeance dirt bags who have been thrown into this match. Man do they ever make me sick being in this match. They have no business being anywhere near an Annihilation title, they’re better off chasing Little D backstage to win his title.

Dan: I’m not sure how accurate of an assessment that is.

There is a mixed reaction as both Bitchcakes McPhee and Scott Adams stand across from one another, ready to get this thing started. The bell begins to sound as both men step forward and lock up to officially get this thing started, no love loss between the both of them obviously. Pushing against one another for positioning, Bitchcakes swings around under the arm of Scott suddenly and wraps his arm around his neck, placing him in a side headlock submission. Scott turns around out of it suddenly, placing his back to Bitchcakes’ and then hooking up both his arms, back sliding him down to the canvas onto his shoulders in a pinning predicament.

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Bitchcakes rolls over backwards straight onto his knees and slaps on a front gantry upon Scott before standing up quickly. He forces him up onto his feet and then reaches out, hooking up his leg and then dropping sideways into a swing. He delivers a windmill fisherman suplex pin, slamming the body of Scott hard into the canvas as he bridges up into the pin.

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Scott kicks out yet again, rolling over onto his hands and knees then trying to force himself up onto his feet. McPhee grabs him by the wrist though and swings around under it, placing him in the arm ringer before he kicks him hard to the chest. Scott stands up, shouting out in pain as Bitchcakes puts the arm around behind his back, placing him in the hammerlock. He then shoves him forward straight into the turnbuckle, Scott turning around and striking it hard back first. McPhee comes charging in when Scott gets his boots up, driving them straight into the face of Bitchcakes and causing him to stumble backwards as a result. He shakes his head, looking to be dazed from the shot as Scott pulls himself up onto the second rope backwards and now flies off, soaring at Bitchcakes. McPhee reaches out and catches him across his chest though, swinging around into a hard powerslam then hooking his leg.

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Scott gets his shoulder off the canvas, turning onto his side in the process while Bitchcakes sits up, appearing slightly annoyed that he couldn’t get the pinfall.

Douglas: A lot of nearfalls to start off this gauntlet match already, both men trying to get that quick pin and keep themselves fresh for whomever may come out next.

Mayne: I’d try more to work with the next guy who comes out here to help take out one of these opponents.

Bitchcakes grabs the hair of Scott and sits him up onto the canvas before wrapping his arms around his neck, placing him in the sleeper submission. He really squeezes the neck of Adams, who refuses to tap out, flailing his arms wildly in an attempt to get free as he tries to force himself up onto his feet. As Scott gets to his feet, pushing Bitchcakes up as well, he bends forward and slides around behind his back. He places his hands to the spine of Bitchcakes, pushing him off and forward into the cables, as he turns and bounces off the ropes, coming back in. Scott jumps into the air and swings around with his feet, connecting with a hard spinning heel kick. Bitchcakes is knocked off of his feet and sent crashing into the canvas before Scott rolls into a crawling base, quickly getting to his feet. He steps towards Bitchcakes and drops down leg first across the throat of McPhee violently and then stands back up quickly, rushing into the cables beside him. He jumps into the air, landing feet first on the second rope and then moonsaulting off backwards directly at McPhee. Bitchcakes rolls towards the ropes though, Scott landing on his feet and stumbling backwards.

McPhee stands up and then rushes straight at Scott who jumps into the air and delivers a stiff dropkick directly to his face, knocking him down hard to the canvas. Scott lands on his elbows and knees, appearing all reeved up as he stands and begins to slap his chest, looking out over the fans with a very egotistical grin on his face. He steps towards the turnbuckle and slides through the ropes onto the apron, beginning to approach the turnbuckle and starting to scale up it quickly. He gets to the top rope and stares down at Bitchcakes before he soars off, flying through the air with a flying headbunt. Without warning Bitchcakes rolls out of the way though, Scott crashing hard into the canvas and then pushing himself up onto his elbows and knees. He roars in pain as McPhee steps in and jumps forward, wrapping his arm around his neck and his thigh, pulling him over onto the back of his shoulders with a mahistrial cradle pin.

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Scott kicks out at the last second, rolling over sideways onto his chest and stomach as Bitchcakes stands up and drops an elbow directly into his back. Adams shouts out in pain as Bitchcakes rises and drops head first directly into his kidney area, causing Scott to shout out in anguish once more. Bitchcakes rises straight back onto his feet and grabs Scott around the neck, pulling him up onto his feet and slapping on a front gantry. He raises his arm into the air and gets a loud reaction from the crowd, setting up for what looks like a DDT when Scott swings around out of the move and back heel kicks McPhee straight to the gut. Bitchcakes bends forward, shouting out in pain as Adams rushes into the cables at his side, bouncing off the ropes and coming back in when McPhee stands up and catches him against his shoulder, standing up and swinging around into a hard spinebuster. Scott arches his back from the canvas and roars in anguish as Bitchcakes rises to his knees, taking several deep breaths. A timer appears on the screen in the bottom right hand corner, counting down from ten.

Douglas: And it looks like we’re just a few seconds away from the next entry coming out here in this guantlet match.

Mayne: Great, as if this action couldn’t move any faster, and be anymore chaotic.

The timer continues to tick down while the fans put their hands together, buzzing with excitement.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1......

Rememdy by Cold now hits the PA system as the fans start to go nuts at the sight of Sean “Genocide” Johnson bolting through the curtains and onto the stage. He hops in place for a moment, looking around at the fans who are mixed in their support for him before he rushes towards the squared circle quickly. Bitchcakes has stood up and begins to stomp away at Scott Adams when Sean jumps onto the apron beside him. Bitchcakes turns and blasts him to the jaw though, knocking him off the apron, sending him crashing to the outside mats.

Douglas: Sean Johnson entry number 3 in this gauntlet battle, but before he could even enter the ring he was taken out by Bitchcakes, who seems all fired up.

Mayne: That was pretty stupid, he just made a quick enemy of one of his opponents in this match.

Dan: This match is everyone for themselves Billy.

Billy: Ha, if you think these guys are going to stick by that philosophy you’re an idiot.

Bitchcakes turns towards Scott, who has stood up and stepped in, throwing a right hand. McPhee blocks it though and then grabs Adams around the head, delivering a headbunt square to his skull that sends Scott crashing into the canvas. Sean jumps onto the apron, standing up when Bitchcakes turns around and spots him, bending forward and scaping his feet across the canvas. He comes charging in for the spear through the ropes when Sean steps out of the way, causing McPhee to stick his head through the cables. Johnson rushes forward and jumps straight into a basement dropkick to the side of Bitchcakes’ face to a loud groan from the sold out crowd. McPhee grabs his jaw and rolls back into the ring, in a great deal of pain when Johnson begins to stand up, turning towards the ring while bending forward. All of a sudden, Scott rushes across the ring and jumps over the ropes and over the back of Johnson, wrapping his arms around his waist and then delivering a sunset flip powerbomb. Johnson is sent crashing hard back first into the mats, arching his spine off the ground while Scott sits with a dazed expression on his face.

The crowd groans the impact loudly as Adams slides back into the ring and steps towards McPhee, who is getting to his feet. He slugs him across the face then delivers a hard European Uppercut to his jaw, knocking him backwards in the direction of the ropes. Scott then chops him stiffly across the chest brutally when he kicks him to the gut then places him in a stunner position. Bitchcakes reaches up and hooks both of his arms though, countering by lifting him up into the air and turning, connecting with a stiff full nelson slam. Scott is driven hard into the canvas while Bitchcakes stands up, all energetic only for Johnson to slide into the ring and run up behind him. He wraps his arms around the waist of Bitchcakes, rolling him over in reverse into a pinning predicament while sitting on the back of his thighs, Scott somehow standing up in front of them.

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Bitchcakes kicks out, launching Johnson forward straight at Adams, when he delivers a lariat to Scott’s throat, knocking him over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Johnson turns around with Bitchcakes standing, bent forward only for Sean to charge forward and grab him around the neck. He delivers a quick swinging neckbreaker, one that is very violent and pulls Bitchcakes around swiftly crashing across the back of his head. He sits up, holding his skull in pain when Sean jumps onto his feet and then bolts into the ropes in front of him. Johnson bounces off the cables and comes charging back in when a huge front dropkick straight to the face of Bitchcakes, dropping him onto his back before Sean scrambles into the cover.

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Bitchcakes shoots his shoulder off the canvas as Sean gets to his feet, appearing rather upset as he turns to face Scott Adams, who has risen back onto the apron. He springs onto the top rope and now flies off, soaring through the air, going straight at Sean as he extends his legs outward. Johnson catches him on his shoulders and powerbombs him violently into the ring, bending forward and holding onto the legs before he hooks them around one another and pulls him over onto his chest as well as the side of his face. He locks him in the cloverleaf as the fans begin to put their hands together at the sight of this. The crowd has a loud mixed reaction at the sight of this as Sean leans back far into the hold, Scott yelling out in tremendous pain throughout the process.

Mayne: This could be the first elimination ladies and gentlemen, Johnson has got that cloverleaf locked in tightly on this roaring Scott Adams.

Douglas: Sean definitely showcasing his in ring abilities thus far, coming into this match absolutely on fire.

Billy: It’s not politically correct to talk about fires in wrestling buildings anymore Dan, especially after certain occurrences.

Johnson is really holding onto the submission with Adams on the verge of tapping when Bitchcakes stands up and rushes into the cables behind him, bouncing off before he comes back in. He comes charging in and jumping into the air, wrapping his arm around the back of Sean’s head, pulling him down face first into the ring with the bulldog. He slams off the canvas then rolls onto his back with Bitchcakes getting to his feet quickly, Scott trying to do the same in front of him. McPhee slaps him across the jaw with a right, then connects with another shot, followed by a third blow straight across the face. Scott is knocked in reverse, straight into the cables when Bitchcakes whips him hard across the ring into the opposite ropes. Scott jumps into the air and lands feet first on the second cable before springing off and flying over the head of Bitchcakes who charged in under him. McPhee hits the ropes back first and now comes back in at Scott who lands on his feet in front of him, delivering a vicious spear straight to his mid-section. Scott is sent flying back first hard into the ring.

Douglas: Bitchcakes just hit his spear on Scott Adams, and boy did he ever hit it with impact.

Mayne: After all that this man has drank in his lifetime, he shouldn’t possess the brain cells capable of producing a counter like that.

Bitchcakes has the leg hooked as the official drops down, making the count.

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The fans go nuts as Scott Adams is eliminated from the gauntlet match, Bitchcakes sitting up while holding both arms high in the air.

Mayne: Well, it appears this match won’t have a “classical” ending, hahahaha.

Douglas: Billy, would you stop letting your kids write your puns for you?

Scott begins to be pushed out of the ring as Bitchcakes starts to stand up, turning towards Johnson who moves in and chops him hard across the chest. McPhee shouts out in pain as Johnson connects with another vicious chop across his sternum and then delivers a kick to his gut, grabbing him around the wrist. He swings around under the arm and then pulls Bitchcakes forward with it straight into a drop toe hold. The move causes McPhee to slam face first into the ring, popping up into a crawling base when Johnson swings around, sliding over the back of Bitchcakes, pulling his head up into a camel clutch submission. McPhee is trying his best to free himself, starting to push himself up slowly when Sean bends forward, wrapping his arms around his neck instead to place him in the sleeper. As McPhee gets to his feet he begins to turn his body, spinning his side in the direction of Genocide, before he reaches out with his foot, placing it to the back of Sean’s knee and pushing down. It causes Johnson to fall to his knees when Bitchcakes gets behind his back, locking him up in the full nelson submission to a huge reaction from the crowd. Johnson is kneeling while being locked in the submission while the clock appears once more, counting down to the next entry in this thus far fast paced battle.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.....

Mayne: Throw one more maniac onto the pile I guess.

Douglas: With the odd balls in this match, I’m sure that statement may not be too far from the truth.

The crowd suddenly reacts with a violent wave of absolute hatred as through the curtains strides the massive Baine, his music plays rather demonically in the background as the seven foot seven giant lumbers his way towards the ring. Bitchcakes turns and spots him with wide eyes as he continues to apply pressure with the full nelson submission.

Bitchcakes: Am I imagining things again, or is the Jolly Green Giant actually coming out here?

Douglas: Oh no, this is not good for anyone involved in this match, because the giant Baine is now about to hit the ring.

Mayne: And when he hits that ring, I don’t think it’s going to have the balls to hit back. Speaking of things that have no testicles, Dan, I hate to keep asking, but who do you think will win this?

Dan: Nice Billy, real nice, taking shots at your broadcast partner, so funny, it’s been done to death.

Baine continues to approach the ring with Bitchcakes giving him a very confused glare, Johnson taking advantage of the situation as he pushes himself backwards. He goes under the legs of Bitchcakes and then stands up behind his back, McPhee reaching between his legs to try and catch him. Before he can though, Johnson grabs him by the back of the head and the shorts, rushing him at one of the turnbuckles and then throwing him through the top and middle rope, shoulder first straight into the exposed post. Bitchcakes shouts in pain as Baine begins to pull himself up onto the apron, Sean freezing as he puts his hand over the top of his eyes and looks up at him in shock. He quickly rushes forward when Baine reaches out and grabs a hold of his head, delivering a straight headbunt to his noggin that sends Genocide flying backwards. He crashes into the canvas as Baine steps over the ropes, entering the ring and savoring this experience it seems.

Bitchcakes turns away from the turnbuckle, holding his shoulder as he spots Baine, then charges at him. With ease, Baine bends forward, catching McPhee against his hands and then standing up straight, gorilla pressing the hefty Bitchcakes high into the air. He then throws him high into the air and causes him to crash hard into the canvas behind his back, while Johnson stands up and turns straight into a vicious big boot to the face by the massive Baine. The shot causes him to crash onto his back with the fans groaning as Baine steps forward and raises his arms into the air, unleashing a primal roar.

Douglas: Baine just dominating this match now, controlling both men out here, who have already been put through a lot themselves if you think about it.

Mayne: That’s the beauty of wrestling though Dan, your not obligated to think.

Baine turns towards Bitchcakes, who is standing up and staggering around before he walks straight into the large open hand of the over seven footer. He grips him tightly by the throat and grabs the back of his shorts before lifting him high intot he air and delivering a sickening chokeslam that plants him rather violently into the canvas. Baine steps forward, grunting and admiring his handiwork, but Johnson is back on his feet, battered yet still going. Baine turns towards him when Sean rushes forward and basement dropkicks him to the shin, knocking him down to a kneeling position. He reaches for his knee when Johnson gets up in front of him and then charges in once again, stepping up Baine and connecting with a hard enzugari to the back of his head. Baine is knocked onto all fours now as Sean stands up, still on fire before he rushes into the cables at his side. He bounces off the ropes and comes charging back in when Baine stands suddenly and places his hands to the gut and sternum of Genocide, throwing him up high into the air. Sean catches tremendous height before he comes down face first into the canvas, bouncing off and then rising onto his knees as he shouts in pain. The giant gives him no time to rest though as he steps in and lobs a boot into the back of his head, knocking him down and forward into the canvas, as he reaches for his cranium.

Baine turns with a very intense expression on his face as he overlooks the fans, highly motivated and highly destructive thus far, since entering this battle. As he shifts his sights towards Bitchcakes, the energetic McPhee steps in, blasting him to the jaw with a right hand. He jumps a bit to connect with another blow to his mouth, beginning to back him up into the ropes when McPhee spins around, going for another shot. Baine bends forward and catches him though against his shoulder, hoisting him up into the air and then driving him down violently into the canvas with a brutal spinebuster. The crowd screams at the sound of the impact as Baine steps forward, unleashing another primal roar, McPhee arching his spine from the canvas as he roars in anguish. He turns towards Johnson, who is utilizing the ropes to reach his feet this time, appearing almost out of it as he turns in the direction of Baine. The giant reaches out, catching him around the throat with both hands and then throwing him up into the air for a double chokebomb. However, Johnson turns in mid-air and connects with a dropkick to the chest of Baine, sending him staggering backwards. Somehow he remains on his feet though as Johnson stands up in shock and then slides through the ropes onto the apron. He grabs the top cable and then springs up onto it before flying off and through the air, at the same time Bitchcakes getting up behind the giant and rushing forward. Johnson connects with a dropkick to the chest of Baine while Bitchcakes hits him with a basement dropkick to the back of the leg. Both moves finally take Baine over backwards, sending him crashing into the canvas to a huge reaction.

Douglas: Baine finally put down in this match, I cannot believe it took that much to get this monster off of his feet.

Mayne: We’re talking about a man who single handedly destroyed Lethal Weapon, I’m surprised it took so little to get him down.

Dan: Well, knowing Baine’s relationship with Mark, I’m sure he’s quite use to going down by now.

Baine rolls onto his side with the fans putting their hands together as Bitchcakes and Johnson both turn towards one another. They then nod and begin to lay in with stomps to the massive individual, kicking away at his giant frame, obviously working together to take him out of this equation. They continue to hit him with hard boot shots before they both grab a hand full of his hair, dragging him up onto his knees. Bitchcakes steps in and raises a knee high into the air before swooping down with a closed fist to his face before Johnson steps forwards and chops him to the chest. The goliath remains on his knees after both shots as Bitchcakes and Johnson nod at one another and then slap on a double front gantry, dragging him up onto his feet. They seem to be going for a double vertical suplex but can’t seem to even lift his incredible weight together.

They try again, but Baine still refuses to budge when he pulls his head free and grabs the hair of both men. He delivers a huge headbunt to both of their heads and sends them crashing into the canvas, the giant remaining dominant in this battle. Bitchcakes rolls over and immediately gets to his feet, charging in only to be grabbed by the throat, Baine holding on tightly. Johnson stands and rushes forward as well when Baine reaches out and catches his throat too, setting up for a double chokeslam as the crowd starts to boo rather loudly. Suddenly both men deliver a double low blow to the testicles of the monster, Baine bending forward and shouting out in pain as Bitchcakes wraps his arms around his neck. Johnson does the same, the two dropping back into a stereo DDT, that plants the behemoth’s thick skull hard into the canvas. Baine falls over onto his side with the crowd clapping loudly. The countdown once again initiates.

Douglas: Johnson and Bitchcakes joining forces. Man, I feel like I’m calling a porno, not a wrestling match.

Mayne: I’d rather be watching one right now.

The timer continues as Bitchcakes and Johnson stand up, and turn towards the entry way. They both nod in one another’s directions as if signaling that they are going to take out the next person who comes through the curtains. As Bitchcakes turns to face the entry way though, Johnson rushes up behind him and jumps into the air, planting his knee into his upper back. McPhee is launched through the ropes, crashing onto the mats at the end of the ramp.

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Douglas: Who’s it going to be next in this gauntlet match?

Cue up “Darker Side of Me” from 5 Knuckle Shuffle, the lights in the arena blinking in unison with the music. Dementia now steps through the curtains, taking his time to reach the ring before he spots the prone Bitchcakes and now decides to pounce upon his down pray. Dementia rushes forward and begins to drill Bitchcakes to the face as he tries to push himself up. He grabs him by the hair, bending him forward and clubbing him over the back several times with the fans booing the presence of Dementia passionately.

Mayne: And here’s one of these Vengeance slimeballs who have decided to enter this gauntlet match. His presence here just absolutely repulses me completely.

Douglas: It is a bit unsettling to see a Vengeance roster member in a match to determine a number one contender for an Annihilation title, but if they have talent, then I say let them showcase it here on our payperview.

Billy: Well, too bad Dementia has no talent then, it just makes it all the more worse.

Dementia spins around and pops Bitchcakes to the face with a right hand as inside of the ring, Johnson gets to his feet and rushes across the ring quickly. He bounces off the cables and comes charging back in when he springs up onto the top rope, landing on it and then flying off into a huge senton straight at both men. Dementia and Bitchcakes turn right in time for Johnson to crash into them with the senton taking all three athletes down to the mats. The fans begin to jump for joy, going nuts while Johnson lies on top of the downed opponents. Everyone is putting their hands together in absolute excitement over the high risk move as Johnson turns onto his side and begins to push himself up, reaching for his back. He stomps at Dementia, knocking him onto his back once more before he moves towards, Bitchcakes, who is standing up and grabs him around the jaw. He stands him up and chops him across the chest brutally before taking a step back and slapping his forearm, obviously having something bad in mind. He rushes forward when Bitchcakes turns around and bends forward, placing his hands to the inner thighs of Johnson and then throwing him over his head, straight at the turnbuckle. Sean slams into it face and chest first, bouncing off before he crashes onto his back, the crowd groaning at the sight of what they just witnessed.

Bitchcakes turns away from him and steps towards Dementia, who is beginning to push himself up. He pops him across the jaw, and then does it once more, almost taking him out of his boots before he grabs him around the hair and drags him towards the ring. Dementia is rolled under the ropes to the inside while Baine sits in the corner, collecting himself while he glares at the Vengeance competitor, who is trying to stand up. Bitchcakes rises onto the apron and slides through the ropes into the ring as Dementia gets up in front of him, turning right into a lariat to the throat that knocks him down. Dementia rises to his feet when Bitchcakes rushes in and elbows him to the face, sending him down to the canvas once more. Bitchcakes waves Dementia upwards, looking on fire and very motivated as his opponent does so. As soon as Dementia gets up Bitchcakes spins around for a roaring lariat only to have the hand of his opponent go straight down his mouth with the Lethal Dosage (Mandible Claw). Bitchcakes tries to fight to the best of his abilities, attempting to spit the mouth out of his hand as Dementia is continuing to choke him so very violently.

Douglas: The Lethal Dosage being used by Dementia already, as soon as he got in this match, applying it on the person who’s been out here the longest in this gauntlet match.

Mayne: How dare he stick those fingers down another man’s throat, who knows what he’s done with those hands.

Bitchcakes tries his best to get free but drops to his knees while gripping the wrist of a furious Dementia. Baine now stands up though and comes charging in when Dementia turns and lifts his hand into the air, placing his other set of fingers down the throat of the giant. The crowd cheers as Dementia has a double mandible claw locked in upon both men who are fighting to get free of this hold. Even Baine seems to be fading to the choke as Dementia looks back and forth at both his opponents with great glee. Suddenly Johnson steps up behind Dementia though and grabs him around the back of the head, dropping down with a reverse stunner. The back of Dementia’s head bounces hard off of his shoulder as he spills onto his side, Johnson sitting there with a very exhausted expression on his face. Baine steps back, grabbing his throat while Bitchcakes also rubs at his jugular in anguish. Johnson stands up and steps towards Baine now, who turns to face him and receives a right to the face, followed by another one that knocks him backwards.

Johnson turns to face Bitchcakes, stomping his foot several times as he waits for him to stand up now, going for the Titanic kick as the crowd begins to get pumped up, very energetic. McPhee utilizes the cables to pull himself up when Johnson steps in and goes for his patented superkick only for Bitchcakes to duck out of the way without warning. Sean spins around in shock when Bitchcakes shouts “Moo” and jumps into the air, wrapping his arm around the neck of Johnson and dropping him with a hard DDT, hitting the Hangover. Johnson’s head slams off the canvas before he falls onto his back now, the fans going nuts as Bitchcakes crawls into the cover after hitting his finishing move.

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No, somehow Sean gets his shoulder off the canvas with mere seconds to spare. Bitchcakes rises to his knees, verbally blasting Johnson as he stands up and turns straight into Baine who levels with him with a brutal lariat. McPhee is sent into a corkscrew as he crashes onto his back from the collision, the giant stumbling forward and grabbing the ropes for support. He turns to face Dementia, who has stood up in front of the cables and then comes rushing in. Dementia drops onto his back and grabs the top rope, pulling it down and causing Baine to hit them stomach first before spilling over to the outside mats with a hard collision. The crowd claps as Dementia rolls onto his knees standing up and stepping towards the down Johnson. He grabs him by the legs and lifts them into the air before pulling him over on top of the back of Bitchcakes. Sean lies over the spine of Johnson before Dementia steps over both of their backs and reaches down, grabbing McPhee by the head and pulling both men up into a double camel clutch. The crowd starts to cheers uncontrollably at the sight of this unique submission being tightly applied by Dementia.

Douglas: What a creative hold by this Vengeance superstar, I tell you it’s a pleasure to have him on our show these past few weeks.

Mayne: You mean a disgrace right?

Douglas: No, I mean a pleasure.

The fans are still cheering yet neither man refuses to give into the submission, Baine sliding back into the ring and spotting this unique hold. He steps forward now and almost over the back of Dementia, reaching down and wrapping his arm around his neck, pulling it back into the dragon sleeper while he still has the double camel clutch established on Bitchcakes and Johnson. The crowd really puts their hands together at the sight of this as the official steps in, inquiring if either of the three men wish to submit. None of them will tap out though as Dementia is forced to break the hold, reaching up and digging his fingers into the eyes of Baine, racking them violently. The giant breaks the hold and begins to step backwards as Dementia turns around to face him, grabbing his wrist and pushing him spine first into the cables. He attempts to whip him off when Baine reverse it and instead sends the Vengeance star hurling towards the cables. As he comes back in, Baine steps forward quickly only for Dementia to drop down and baseball slide under his legs, getting behind his back immediately and then rushing forward. He slaps his arms around the waist of Baine, going for what looks like a German suplex, but even his incredible strength isn’t enough to get the giant up as the seven foot seven monster grins and chuckles to himself.

Without warning though, Bitchcakes stands up and pushes Dementia over slightly to one side of Baine and then bends forward, both men doing so. Without Baine realizing it, they both lift him up into the air and deliver a huge double back drop suplex, planting the giant hard into the ring. Baine sits up with a groggy expression on his face when Johnson stands up and shouts out to both men to do something, stepping in between them. Both Bitchcakes and Dementia underhook one of Johnson’s arms each and then lift him into the air. Sean flips over backwards over the arms of both men, but is swung around into a huge front dropkick to the face of the seated Baine, knocking him onto his back with the crowd cheering wildly. Johnson falls onto his back throughout the process as Dementia turns, proud of himself towards Bitchcakes who slugs him hard in the face, then does it once more. Spit is sent flying from Dementia’s mouth as he is knocked backwards from the exhausted McPhee. The countdown yet again starts in the corner of the screen.

Mayne: Ten more seconds away from yet another competitor adding to the madness of this gauntlet match Dan.

Douglas: There are just two more athletes remaining in this thing, and thus far it’s been a crap shoot as everyone involved have shown they’ve got what it takes to pull out a victory in this one.

Bitchcakes backs Dementia up into the ropes and now slaps on a front gantry, lifting him up into the air and sitting him on the top cable. He slugs him to the face once more as the countdown continues, climbing up onto the middle rope and slapping on a front gantry. He seems intent on delivering some type of superplex when suddenly, Johnson stands and rushes up behind him, blasting the lower back of McPhee with a forearm strike. He begins to climb up the turnbuckle, getting beside Bitcchakes and placing his shoulder to his lower back, going for a super back drop suplex.

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The buzzer sounds throughout the arena as the crowd starts to go nuts at the sight of Aurora Rose rushing through the curtains onto the stage. She doesn’t stop to acknowledge the fans much as she bolts towards the ring as quickly as she can, her music barely having time to start playing. Before there is time for her introductions to be done, Aurora slides under the ropes and immediately rushes up behind Johnson, hitting him with a forearm to the back and then stepping under his legs and wrapping her arms around his waist. The fans go nuts as she pulls Johnson off the turnbuckle with a powerbomb while he drags Bitchcakes from the top rope with a back drop, and McPhee forces Dementia to the canvas with a superplex. All three individuals crash hard into the canvas, with Aurora being the only one unharmed by the tremendous tower of doom type move.

Douglas: Ohhhh, Aurora Rose the next competitor out here and she just took out three of her opponents. She made an impact and she made it a hurry.

Mayne: That little minx.

The fans are clapping at the sight of this as Johnson, McPhee and Dementia all groan in pain, however, Aurora is intent on not allowing one of them to recover. She moves right after Dementia, grabbing him by the hair and rolling him onto his knees before slapping him hard across the face, and then doing it once more with the other hand. Dementia is almost taken from his feet before he places his hands to the gut of Rose, pushing her off and backwards into the ropes. She charges at the cables and turns, jumping onto the second one and springing off as she spins around, flying at Dementia and wrapping her legs around his neck. She swings around into a hurricarana that flips Dementia over hard as he crashes across his back. The female fans really enjoy the sight of this as Dementia turns, beginning to get to his feet when he turns to spot Aurora standing, fists clinched over top of him, looking rather angry. She motions for him to get up several times now, really wanting to take it to him when a grin forms on Dementia’s face, beginning to point behind her. She turns around suddenly when Baine grabs her around the throat with both hands. He drops back, flipping Aurora over with a double handed suplex. Rose crashes into the canvas across her back, sitting up and shouting out in pain.

Baine rolls over onto his hands and knees, starting to stand up when Dementia crawls up behind him and delivers a hard low blow directly to his testicles. The referee doesn’t spot it as he tries to check on a battered Johnson, his back turned towards the action. As Baine remains bent forward, Bitchcakes stands up and gets in front of him, yelling out “moo” before he jumps into the air and catches him around the neck. He delivers the Hang Over to a huge reaction from the crowd, planting the skull of Baine violently into the canvas before he rises onto his knees with a glazed over expression on his face. He falls over onto his back as Bitchcakes begins to stand up, and turns around to start stepping towards his downed opponent. Suddenly, Dementia charges in though and takes him down with a running STO, slamming him hard across his back straight into the canvas. Bitchcakes shouts out in pain while Dementia gets to his knees, looking over his shoulder at the prone henchmen of Mark Comeau, realizing he had Baine exactly where he wants him to pin the big man. He begins to swipe his hands together when Aurora crawls across the ring, straight into the cover, hooking the leg of the giant behind Dementia’s back.

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The entire arena goes nuts as Aurora pins Baine and eliminates him from the gauntlet match.

Mayne: What!!?! No, Aurora Rose just eliminated Baine from the gauntlet match!

Douglas: What a shocker, what an upset this was. I can’t believe that Aurora pinned the biggest man in this match.

Rose rises to her knees with the fans still going nuts as Dementia turns towards her, looking irate that she stole the pin that should have been his. He begins to charge in when Aurora stands up and jumps into the air, dropkicking him to the shin, knocking him down to all fours. She bounces off the cables and comes back in now before jumping forward for a leg scissors, swinging around the body of Dementia who stands all the way up and catches her hanging upside down from his body though. He wraps his arms around her waist and jumps into the air, coming down with a tombstone piledriver. The fans boo loudly at the sight of this as Aurora bounces off the canvas and drops onto her back, wrapping her hands around her neck. A demented grin forms on the face of Dementia now, realizing he just put down the young lady. Baine rolls from the ring in the meanwhile, looking furious over what just happened as he kicks the barricade, almost knocking it over. He seems livid to have been eliminated from this match, especially by Aurora Rose.

Dementia gets to his feet slowly when Johnson rushes into the cables in front of him, jumping onto the middle rope and springing off as he turns in mid air. He flies across the ring and catches Dementia around the neck, swinging around into a huge tornado DDT. Dementia’s face is planted hard into the canvas before he rolls onto his back, the fans cheering on the sight of what they just witnessed. A very sweaty Genocide turns to a crawling base when Bitchcakes steps in out of nowhere and dives forward. He wraps his arms around the leg and the neck of Sean, rolling him over into a mahistrial cradle pin.

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Johnson kicks out to a mixed reaction from the crowd, turning onto his side in the process. He begins to stand up when Bitchcakes gets to his feet and rushes forward for a lariat. Sean ducks it and gets behind McPhee, who spins around and walks right into the Titanic Kick straight to the jaw. The shot knocks him to the canvas as Johnson falls to his knees, sweating heavily with the fans shocked by the brutal impact of the kick which seems to have completely knocked Bitchcakes out now. The timer once again starts in the bottom of the screen, counting down to yet another arrival in this fast pace, brutal bout.

Douglas: And the last person about to come out here for this gauntlet match which has been all kinds of crazy from the start till this point.

Mayne: Isaac Saine definitely got the luck of the drawl in this one dammit, seeing as he’s walking in there last and fresh against four other athletes who have just been in there brutalizing one another thus far.

The countdown continues while Johnson gets to his feet slowly, still sweating heavily and now, not even spotting Rose who scoots across the ring behind him. She grabs the back of his trunks and rolls him up in reverse into a school boy.

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Johnson kicks out to a split reaction as he rolls over backwards onto his feet, Rose getting up in front of him. As they stand, Sean charges forward straight into a huge spinning heel kick to the face, knocking him down to the canvas with Rose landing beside him. She stands up and then flips over backwards through the air, getting tremendous air time until she comes down with a moonsault onto Johnson. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.... Before Isaac has the chance to come out, Aurora rises and turns towards Dementia who steps in and sticks his fingers down her throat without warning, placing her in the Lethal Dosage. The crowd is screaming as Aurora tries her best to spit the fingers out of her mouth, but is unable to do so. Dementia seems determined to force her to pass out when the light's Dim Down and a Red spot light circles the stage...

Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
If you've ever known anyone
Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
Can you feel it?

Violence Fetish by Disturbed blares out over the arena to the huge ovation from the fan's as Isaac Saine strolls through the curtains and onto the stage.

Douglas: Isaac Saine is out here now, and he looks all fired up Billy.

Mayne: I thought he wouldn’t be, seeing as he’s trying to do nothing more than just stick it to Mark Comeau lately.

Isaac steps forward, looking out over the crowd and nodding several times as they go absolutely insane for him. He now bolts straight towards the ring with a great burst of speed and slides under the ropes to the squared circle. He jumps onto his feet as Dementia is still trying to choke out Aurora, almost doing so. Before he can though, Isaac places him in a cobra clutch from behind and drops back into the Psychotic Episode. Dementia is dropped on the back of his head before he rolls over onto his knees, Saine appearing all energetic as he rises to his feet immediately. He’s obviously the freshest as Johnson gets up in front of him and turns right into a huge running big boot that turns him inside out. Isaac falls onto his posterior in the process of connecting with the move, before he stands up straight, slapping his chest with both hands repeatedly. The fans are clapping their hands at the sound of the absolute stiffness of the boot shot as Bitchcakes begins to stand up while bent forward in front of Isaac. Saine charges in and connects with a knee to his face that causes McPhee to stand up straight and turn around into a circle as Isaac bounces off the cables and comes back in. Bitchcakes turns around just in time to be hit with a diving shoulder tackle, sending him crashing into the ring.

The fans are putting their hands together as Isaac stands up, looking ready to rip his hair out in a fit of insanity as Dementia begins to stand up in front of him, gripping the back of his neck. Isaac steps forward when Dementia reaches out and sinks his fingers into the eyes of Saine, racking them violently. Isaac turns away from Dementia grabbing his eyes when the competitor grabs him by the back of the neck and drops down into a hard reverse neckbreaker. Saine slams into the canvas violently while Dementia sits up, appearing very groggy after being in this intense match before he turns onto his knees and stands up. He doesn’t spot Aurora Rose though, who steps up behind him and jumps into the air, sticking her ankles under his armpits and falling in reverse as she rolls Dementia up backwards into a pinning predicament. She sits on the back of his legs as the official drops down to make the count.

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The entire arena rejoices as Aurora pins Dementia now, eliminating her chauvinistic rival from this match. Dementia sits up, appearing stunned that he was just pinned.

Douglas: Dementia has been pinned, he’s been pinned by Aurora Rose out of nowhere!

Mayne: I can’t believe it, I know I shouldn’t be upset seeing as Dementia’s with Vengeance, but he just got pinned by a fucking woman, and now Aurora has eliminated two people from this gauntlet match. Do you think she’s on steroids Dan?

Dan: I don’t know, but if there’s one person who might be more upset by this than you, it’s Dementia.

Dementia is trembling in anger, absolutely shocked that he was just pinned as Aurora rise to his feet, turning towards him. Suddenly Dementia steps forward and clobbers her with a brutal lariat, knocking her down to the canvas stiffly. The fans begin to boo as loud as they can at the sight of this as Dementia glares down at Rose, seething with hatred for her.

Dan: Oh come on, don’t be a sore loser Dementia, for the love of God!

The chauvinist rolls to the outside of the ring and steps towards the ladders, and chairs set up against the barricade for the TLC match later tonight. He picks up one of the chairs and turns in the direction of the ring, moving towards it quickly. Aurora is lying on her elbows and knees, holding her throat as she tries to push herself up onto her feet. She is gagging horribly as Dementia rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring and now stands up, the official can’t stop him as he slams the chair viciously over the skull of Aurora. The sound of the collision echoes throughout the arena as Rose is knocked to the canvas, wrapping her hands around her face and looking to be completely out of it. Every fan is booing Dementia loudly as he throws down the steel chair in a huff and almost foams at the mouth while standing over the now busted open Aurora, bleeding badly from the scalp.

Douglas: This is absolutely disgraceful, I cannot believe the actions of Dementia, he’s absolutely snapped here tonight.

Mayne: He has a right to lose it, he was embarrassed by this cheating young vixen pinning him from behind. We know Aurora probably likes to take things from the backside, but she shouldn’t get pinfalls that way too.

Dementia is pointing and shouting down at Aurora when Isaac gets up in front of him and throws a fist into the face of the angry competitor. Dementia is knocked backwards as Isaac blasts him to the jaw with an uppercut shot, then does it once again, before doing it a third time as he’s backed up into ropes. Dementia looks shocked as Isaac charges in and lariats him over the ropes to the outside of the ring, the crowd cheering loudly as Saine seems to come to the aid of Aurora. Saine bends forward and begins to motion for Dementia to enter the ring as he gets to his feet on the outside, appearing livid as security guards surround him. They keep him from entering the ring as Dementia smirks and nods his head, backing away from the ring while keeping his eyes locked on Isaac. From behind Bitchcakes steps up to Isaac, wrapping his arms around his waist and dropping back into a bridging German suplex.

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Saine gets his shoulder up to a loud reaction as Bitchcakes rolls to his side, appearing upset. He now stands up and approaches the ropes, sliding through them onto the apron before scaling the turnbuckle with a very exhausted, battered body. After being in this match since the beginning, Bitchcakes seems to have lost some of his bearings, climbing to the top rope as he actually prepares to soar off at Isaac, who is trying to rise to his feet in a battered state. Bitchcakes turns around, his back aimed in the direction of Isaac, setting up for what actually appears to be a moonsault when suddenly Saine steps in and scales the corner. He blasts him over the back with a forearm strike almost knocking him off the top rope when Isaac turns his back in his direction. Isaac lifts his hands into the air and places them to the backs of Bitchcakes’ arms, going for what appears to be a top rope crucifix. At the same time, behind the official’s back who is preoccupied by the sight of what Saine is about to do, a tired Johnson drags Aurora to her feet. He steps over the steel chair and hooks both of her arms before jumping into the air, connecting with the Commotion Clause (Extreme Pedigree) straight on top of the metal mass. The bloodied face of Rose is planted into the chair before Johnson pushes her over onto her back and falls into the cover.

Isaac jumps off the top rope and connects with a top rope crucifix bomb, slamming the back of Bitchcakes’ neck and shoulders into the canvas. It causes him to flip over backwards onto his knees with a dazed expression on his face before he falls onto his back, Saine crawling into the cover, while Johnson pins Aurora as well. The official looks back and forth, not having seen Johnson throw the chair out of the ring however while hooking Roses’ leg. The ref drops and slaps the canvas with both hands.

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The fans react with a mixed response at the sight of both Aurora Rose and Bitchcakes McPhee being eliminated from this gauntlet match at the same time.

Douglas: Two eliminations Billy, right at once. Bitchcakes dropped on the back of his neck and Rose pedigreed onto a steel chair by Johnson. We’re down to just two people now.

Mayne: This is Annihilation versus Vengeance now Dan, and Annihilation is about to show Vengeance what we’re made of.

The crowd is slapping the barricades as both Johnson and Isaac stand up slowly, perspiring heavily from head to toe after being involved in this very intense contest. They eye one another closely, contemplating their next course of action before they both rush forward and interlock arms in a collar elbow tie. They are pushing against one another before Isaac pushes the arms away and sends Johnson into a spin then, steps forward and lariats him hard to the canvas. Johnson rolls over and stands up, rushing at Isaac who catches him under his arm and drops down into a hard side slam into the pin, hooking his leg.

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Johnson gets his shoulder off the canvas, turning onto his side in the process. EMTs are busy helping Aurora up the ramp throughout the process with her face a crimson mask while Bitchcakes staggers towards the backstage area gripping the back of his neck.

Sean and Isaac get to their feet when Saine clocks Johnson across the jaw, then does it once more. The shots cause Sean to stagger backwards before Isaac rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off the cables and coming back in. Suddenly Johnson rushes forward and catches him with a knee to the gut, causing him to flip over forward across the canvas, crashing onto his back throughout the process. Sean slaps his knee now and bends forward, setting for that Titanic kick yet again while Isaac begins to force himself upwards to his feet, holding his mid-section throughout the process. As soon as Isaac gets up, Johnson steps forward for the superkick only for Saine to duck under it and get behind his back. He stands up straight, placing Sean in the cobra clutch to a huge reaction. Sean’s eyes open widely before he bends forward, sliding out of the cobra clutch and getting behind the back of Isaac. Quickly Sean drops down behind Isaac, grabbing him by the back of the pants and pulling him over into the school boy.

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Johnson turns and places his shoulders to the back of his thighs, pinning him down. Isaac places his hands to the back of Genocide’s shoulders, pushing them down and causing him to flip over forward as Isaac sits up and places his shoulders to Sean’s legs pinning him this time.

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Johnson rolls over in reverse though out of the pin, then jumps forward with a basement dropkick to his face, knocking him onto his back while the crowd groans at the sound of the stiff shot. Johnson now gets to his knees and begins to shake his head, saying he’s “through with this,” as he rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, grabbing the chair he used to eliminate Aurora.

Douglas: Oh no, come on Johnson, put that damn chair down right now, put it down!

Mayne: This is what Annihilation’s MO is Dan, you should know this, win at any cost.

Dan: Just when I thought Johnson has turned over a new leaf.

Sean rolls under the ropes into the ring and stands up with the chair held tightly with the referee’s back aimed towards him, checking on Isaac who is trying to stand up. Johnson lifts the chair above his head when a figure jumps onto the apron behind him and grabs the object, keeping him from using it. The crowd erupts at the sight of Angyllic, the same woman Sean accidently bumped from the apron three weeks ago. Sean turns around, looking on with shock upon Angyllic, who takes the chair out of his hand and throws it down, beginning to scream at Genocide.

Mayne: What the hell, why is this bitch interrupting this gauntlet match, shouldn’t she be looking for Simon Cagero somewhere?

Douglas: This is not wise at all for Angyllic, the last time we saw her, she slapped the taste out of Johnson’s mouth, and tonight, she’s getting into his face again.

Johnson is pointing and shouting at Anygllic when suddenly Isaac steps up behind him, placing him in the cobra clutch and then dropping backwards. He hits a bridging version of his Psychotic Episode in order to pin Sean to the canvas while the referee drops to make the count.

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The entire arena erupts as Isaac scored the victory, becoming the number one contender for the Livewire Championship. Isaac breaks the pin and sits up, holding his arms above his head in victory while Johnson turns onto his side, appearing stunned that he was robbed of victory.

Dan: Isaac has done it, we’ve got a new number one contender for the Livewire title!

Mayne: Noooo!! How did this Vengeance scumbag just win the rights to face one of our champions?

The fans are going nuts as Isaac gets to knees, holding his arms up in victory while Johnson slaps the canvas in frustration. The Psychotic One rolls out of the ring now, dropping onto the mats and holding his arms up in victory as he starts up the ramp, the crowd still going absolutely nuts. Sean gets to his feet slowly, breathing heavily as Angyllic slides through the ropes into the ring, stepping up in front of him and beginning to scream in his face while protecting her pregnant stomach. Finally she hauls off and slaps him hard across the face, sending sweat flying through the air as the crowd erupts into a mixed reaction. The shot staggers Sean who appears to be in a daze before his face twists with anger, turning his eyes with a rage in the direction of Angyllic. She seems to regret what she just did as Sean shakes violently with frustration, beginning to approach her slowly as the young woman backs up a bit fearful for her unborn child.

Johnson gets within a few inches of her, backing her up into the turnbuckle as she realizes she has nowhere else to go. His veins are throbbing from his temples as he reaches out and grabs the front of Angyllic’s shirt, pulling her in close, suddenly the lights in the arena go completely black. The fans all watching on with great confusion, absolutely bewildered by what is happening here.

Mayne: Uh oh, I don’t like this, I really don’t like this.

Douglas: It’s okay Billy, we’ll get you a night light.

The first signs of illumination now appear on the titontron as static can be seen, the sounds of silence being escalated to a very high level as it creates almost the sound of a buzz around the arena. Through the images on the static a face can be seen, painted white and with his mouth hanging open, blood dripping from his lips. The crowd starts to scream loudly, everyone going nuts as the house lights raise as aburptly as they went out, revealing none other than the painted Silencer standing in the middle of the ring. Johnson’s eyes open widely, as he backs away from Angyllic and unleashes the shocked young vixen, almost feeling the ominous presence of the former ULW World Champion.

Billy: It can’t be, it can’t be, we haven’t seen him here in months!

Douglas: It’s Silencer, Silencer is back!

Johnson turns around when Silencer, dressed in a trench coat steps forward and blasts him straight to the jaw with his own superkick. Spit flies from the mouth of Sean as he is knocked off of his feet and sent crashing onto his back upon the canvas, Simon turning to glare down at him with almost red eyes, absolutely furious and truly demonic looking on this occasion. Angyllic steps out of the corner slowly, glaring at Simon in shock as he looks up at her, showing no emotion now. With no more hesitance, she rushes forward and wraps her around the neck of Simon, embracing with a kiss upon his lips as the fans go absolutely nuts. They cannot believe what they are seeing as Angyllic cries tears of joy to once again be with her man, stepping back and rubbing his chest as the buffed up Silencer glares straight down at Johnson, who lays spread out across the canvas, unconscious after the kick.

Douglas: Silencer has returned to the ULW tonight, he’s home and he’s reunited with Angyllic!

Mayne: He left Johnson lying, what kind of blood thirsty savage is this man?

Dan: What a shock here tonight, this program thus far has been absolutely full of surprises.

Silencer and Angyllic stand over Johnson, who is still out of it from the superkick before she raises the arm of the former Champion pointing in his direction. The fans are giving him a standing ovation, truly pumped over his return here to the ULW.


CELEBRATION TIME


The camera opens on a very tired looking Robin Brooks, full of sweat as she steps into the camera’s frame, appearing exhausted after the war she endured with Romeo Damascus just a few moments ago. While moving down the hall she stops abruptly, her eyes lighting up at the sight of none other than Nathan Creed, who steps into the focus of the lens with his back facing it. He appears highly pumped and energetic as well with the Xtreme title wrapped around his waist. He stops abruptly as he spots Robin, reaching out and taking her hands in his own, several bystanders watching on as they stand by the condiments table, a referee filling his mouth with a jelly donut.

Nathan: Great work out there Robin, great work. I’m so proud of you.

A smile dashes across Robin’s face, her cheeks becoming slightly blushed with a reddish hue. She lowers her head as both sets of her hands remain gripped by Nathan’s.

Robin: Thanks Nathan, it feels good to have finally ended this thing with Romeo Damascus once and for all. I just hope you have the same success against Jackson out there tonight.

Nathan chuckles at the prospect.

Nathan: Dear, dear Robin, no need for hope, because I’m going to do to him exactly what I did at Paranoia, and that’s defeat him for a second straight time. There’s no way he’s beating me tonight, because I’m determined to finally close this chapter in my life.

Brooks: Good, I sure hope you do Nathan. Just make sure to stay safe out there and not to take so many risks, I know how violent a tables ladders and chairs match can be. I’d hate to see you get hurt.

Her eyes look with concern and affection upon Nathan, who’s grin grows even further.

Nathan: Yeah, I’ll make sure I stay safe, for you Robin....

As always, an awkward silence begins to ensue between them before Creed glances down, as does Brooks, realizing their hands are still interlocked. They pull them away quickly as Nathan begins to scratch the back of his head and whistle, Robin crossing her arms over her chest.

Creed: So yeah, I need to go out there and face Jackson. I’ll ummm, talk to you later.

Robin: Yeah, yeah, okay, we’ll go out and celebrate or something.

Brooks forces a smile as Nathan steps down the hall backwards, nodding his head with a toothless grin before he backs into a stack of crates. He bounces off them and then turns around to face the direction he’s moving in. He turns and nods at Brooks once again, laughing to himself a bit to hide his embarrassment. Robin’s eyebrow raises while she grins, watching him leave. Suddenly a terrified Little D rushes past Brooks, turning and looking over his shoulder with the Anarchy title hanging from his hand. Robin turns to stare at him in confusion.

Little D: They’re everywhere, everywhere, everyone wants my title, who do I trust?

Robin looks around and then shrugs her shoulders as she rushes up behind Little D, dropping down and giving him a school boy over onto the concrete, pinning him. The referee who was watching drops to the ground with the jelly donut in his mouth, making the count.

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Brooks: Oh well, it was worth a try.


SCREW THE ESTABLISHMENT


The camera opens once again upon the unpleased face of Chad Evans, his jaw cracks back and forth as he stares into the lens, leaning back first against the wall outside the arena. His arms are crossed over his chest as he obviously aches over the fact that he was denied entry into the arena this evening.

Evans: Some things never cease to amaze me. Here I am, giving the ULW one chance to capitalize upon my popularity, to get my face on there pay-per-view if only for a fleeting moment to get my challenge answered, and they go and do the most ignorant thing for business humanly possible. They deny my entrance into the building, they refuse to let this God step forward to reclaim the lost minds of the masses, and to find out if that sorry excuse for a competitor Hurse, would actually have the testicles to accept my invitation to his demise. It fails to make even the slightest bit of sense to me, instead of management throwing themselves at my feet to try and recruit me to their lackluster roster, like any other federation would, they react to my presence by keeping me from accomplishing my goals. How very short sided of the ULW, they’re quite clearly rubbing me the wrong way, and I’m not going to be very appreciative of this fact, nor am I going to take it lying down like so many of the members of the roster here had to do in order to get their jobs. Nobody tells me no, which is why I’m standing just outside of the parking facility, waiting for this so called General Manager, Mark whatever his name was, to show up and explain his mind numbing stupidity.

The camera pans out slowly, revealing that Chad is located just off to the side of the ramp leading down into the enclosed parking facility within the arena. The disgust in his face only increases as the camera switches back to him.

Chad: It actually pains me to have to associate with the management of this two bit outfit, who are more suited for running cock fights than wrestling events. However, if this is what it takes for God to get what needs to be done, then I’ll go down this path......hmmm, speaking of which.

The headlights of a car strike the eyes of Evans, who quickly shifts his attention towards the vehicle. A long black limo begins to pull into the arena, strongly resembling the one that was stolen from Donovan Cage several weeks ago on Annihilation. Evans steps in front of the car, almost throwing his body in front of it in order to keep it from going any further. As the vehicle comes to a screeching halt, Evans begins to make his way around to the backseat door, motioning for them to roll their window down.

Evans: Open your window and receive the wrath of God......

The window rolls down slowly as a face peaks out, revealing himself as none other than Desolation. The crowd reacts wildly to the mere sight of the number one contender for the World title as Desolation eyes Evans up and down, already looking as if he’s celebrating with a bottle of champagne in his hand.

Desolation: Your God? Impossible, I know him, he’s a much less pasty fellow....

Evans bends forward, trying to look into the limo as Desolation now rolls his eyes and sticks a dollar bill out.

Desolation: Okay, okay, if your going to wash my car, make sure you use a clean rag and don’t leave any streaks.

There is no chuckle from Evans, who fails to find amusement where Desolation clearly does.

Chad: Excuse me? How dare you consider me a peasant, do you have any idea who I am?

Desolation shrugs his shoulders, not knowing the answer clearly.

Desolation: Um, a bad Bluhd Raige impersonation.

A confident grin cuts across Evans’ face.

Evans: You think you’re a real funny guy huh? Well get it straight, I impersonate no one, while many may try to be like me, I’m one hundred percent original.

Desolation: Yeeeeahhh, okay pal, aren’t you like forgetting your cardboard sign that hangs around your neck and a big bell to hold to get more people’s attention. You are one of those crazy types right?

A slight chuckle escapes Evans’ mouth.

Chad: Ha, this coming from a man who I’ve heard of associating with a man who babbles about mnooses, a woman who considers herself half feline, and a collection of other oddities the WWE wouldn’t even touch with a ten foot pole. I’m not crazy pal, I’m God, and to prove just how sane and devote I am to my beliefs, how about you step out of that car and see how much truth I’m telling as I show you what makes me so positively divine.

Evans sticks his arms out to his sides and steps back, baiting Desolation to enter, who overlooks him with a smile.

Desolation: Hmmm, let me think, fight some guy I don’t know who thinks he’s a God, or go into the building and win the World Heavyweight title. Fight some guy I don’t know, or win the World title, hmmm, this is a tough one. Just this once though, I think I’ll pass, because instead of stepping out of this car and beating someone who looks like they’d be more at home as part of a boy band, I’d rather go in and win what’s rightfully mine. But I tell you what, God, ha, why don’t you show up next week to Annihilation, and we’ll see just how divine you really are.

Chad raises an eyebrow as he begins to shake his head.

Chad: Well, although I clearly have nothing to prove to a man who of such standards, allowing me to enter the arena next week, if only for the soul purpose of humiliating another sad ULW disgrace, would give me the opportunity to receive the answer to a challenge I put out several weeks ago. So I accept your challenge Desolation.

The Dark Man blinks awkwardly, clearing not knowing how to respond to this statement for a moment.

Desolation: Good luck with that. Oh, and here’s a dollar, buy yourself a tan.

Desolation drops the bill out of the car as it pulls forward now into the arena. Evans steps forward to watch it enter the building, a smug look on his face.

Evans: I’m afraid you’re the one who’s going to require luck.


RINGSIDE


The show comes back live to the inside of the arena, as the camera pans under a number of ladders that are set up in the entry way, before cutting to the tables leaning against the barricade.

Dan: Despite awkward encounters in the backstage area, we’re just moments away now from one of our marquee matches of the evening, a TLC bout for the Livewire title between two bitter rivals.

Mayne: That’s right, the time has come Dan, to finally settle the score as Nathan Creed and Jackson Adams square off for the title in the same type of match that started this feud in the first place.

Dan: I tell you, I’ve been dying to see this match, to see the culmination of what has been one of the most bitter rivalries in ULW history. It happens, right here tonight, Adams vs. Creed, next here at Retribution.


VIDEO PACKAGE


Suspenseful music is heard in the background as we immediately bare witness to images of Nathan Creed and Jackson Adams battling it out for the Livewire title at Paranoia III. The images are in black and white, and move in slow motion as we see Adams roll Nathan up for a pinfall.

Douglas: Jackson has got the cover on Nathan in what has thus far been an amazing match, he may have it.

Mayne: He’s going to retain the Livewire title, Dan!

The classical beat in the background takes a deeper spike as Nathan now sits up and plants his posterior on the chest of Adams, pushing him down into a pinning predicament. A circle forms to highlight Nathan’s arm as he reaches out and grabs the middle rope, holding it for leverage.

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Dan: Nathan has done it, he’s done it, he’s won the Livewire title right here tonight at Paranoia!

Mayne: Impossible!

Nathan is now shown in clips, holding the Livewire title above his head, celebrating his victory as he’s shown in the ring before it cuts to him residing on the stage. He grasps the belt with both hands and holds it up high for all to see with sweat racing down his battered body. The tunes become twisted as the camera zooms in on the very deranged glint in the eyes of Adams, who runs his hands through his hair, looking as if he’s lost it completely. Suddenly, we fade into an image of Nathan Creed competing in a match when Jackson Adams jumps the barricade from the outside and approaches the time keeper, grabbing the Livewire title from his hands, a clip from Annihilation several weeks ago.

Dan: Hey, what the hell, Jackson Adams is stealing the Livewire title.

Mayne: No, he’s taking back his rightful property Dan.

Douglas: This is riduclous.

A number of clips are shown now highlighted in different colors, featuring Adams coveting the Livewire title belt in a truly demented manner. He holds the belt up to the side of his face, kissing the strap backstage, while also being shown looking into the mirror with the gold proudly over his shoulder.

Dan: This man is demented, Adams has snapped completely, he actually believes he’s the Livewire Champion.

Mayne: He is, and he won’t stop until he finally shows Nathan Creed that.

The dramatic music only escalates now as we see Nathan chasing Jackson backstage as JA jumps into the back of a car which speeds away. Nathan appears furious while Robin watches on, just as disgusted at the sight of this. The clips fade into images of Nathan about to beat Lethal Weapon in the Number One Contenders tournament when Jackson Adams slaps the title over his face, knocking him out and eventually costing him the match. The video package fades into more shots, this one featuring Nathan taking the belt back from Jackson in the ring, only to be laid out by Chris Hunter. We then see Nathan bloodied in the ring as Adams holds his face up for a bound Brooks to clearly witness the brutality inflicted upon him.

Douglas: This rivalry has waged for almost half a year, who is the real Livewire Champion, who will finally prove they’re deserving of the title?

Jackson is shown on the top of a ladder, trying to get into a cage when it’s pushed over by a furious Nathan, sending him crashing into the side of the steel structure. Nathan is then featured trying to take the belt off of Adams as he flees into the ring. It then cuts into a shot of Creed giving Chris Hunter the Total Domination before grabbing the championship he rightfully owns while backing up the ramp, holding the strap above his head. Adams appears infuriated before he turns straight into the Golden Bullet Spear. This shot is short lived though, fading into a clip with Jackson once again assaulting Nathan in the ring in order to steal the belt for a second time.

Billy: The hatred between these two must come to an end Dan, and it will when one of them cease to breath at the conclusion of the tables, ladders, and chairs match at Retribution!

Song lyrics can be heard in the background as images of Nathan are shown standing on the stage with the title over his head at Paranoia, before cutting to Jackson coveting the belt about his waist as he stands on a turnbuckle.

Change my attempt good intentions...

Crouched over
You were not there
Living in fear
But signs were not really that scarce
Obvious tears
And I will not
Hide you through this
I want you to help
Please see
The bleeding heart perched on my shirt

The smirking face of Adams is shown as he confidently strolls towards the camera. It fades into another image of Nathan Creed, this time getting close to Robin Brooks backstage as the two stare deeply into one another’s eyes, unable to look away. Adams and Nathan are now shown getting face to face in the ring, their features twisted with intensity, ready to tear one another apart. Adams is shown stealing the Livewire title from the hands of a down Nathan, before it cuts to Creed taking the belt back from the commentator’s table and then holding it up proudly at ringside. We see Creed backing away from Jackson, laughing as he lies amongst broken pieces of wood backstage, thanks to a Ron Rath banjo attack.

Die, withdraw
Hide in cold sweat
Quivering lips
Ignore remorse
Naming a kid, living wasteland
This time you've tried
All that you can turning you red

The shot switches into an image of Nathan being placed in handcuffs and being led away from the ring by police as Jackson and Krissie McMorris watch this occur from the end of the ramp with grins on their faces. It cuts to Creed being put in the back of a police squad car with Adams slamming the door shut and staring into the window with a huge grin on his face. The next shot features Adams getting tossed over the top rope at the Rumble Bash and eliminated by Nathan Creed as he sits on the mats, appearing stunned over what just happened. We then see the package cut to Jackson re-entering the Rumble Bash and throwing Nathan over the top rope, eliminating him illegally from the match. Nathan is shown now, yelling in pain as he’s placed in the Courtesy Call by Jackson on the outside of the ring, blood running down his face.

Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I
Here we are with your obsession
Should I, could I

Crowned hopeless
The article read living wasteland
This time you've tried
All that you can turning you red
but I will not
Hide you through this
I want you to help

Creed is featured giving Jackson the German suplex before we see him push the ladder over with Adams on top of it into the side of a steel cage. These shots are short lived though and replaced with images of Nathan rolling Jackson up and grabbing the top rope, pinning him at Paranoia to win the Livewire title. It filters into clips of Nathan standing on the top of a ladder at Extinction, reaching for the Livewire title when Adams cracks a chair over his arm and knocks him off the top, stealing the victory from him almost. Nathan is shown getting clocked in the face with his own Livewire title by Adams as he enters the ring out of the blue. Jackson is then featured roaring in pain as Creed holds him in the Courtesy Call with all of his strength.

Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I

Here we are with your obsession
Should I, could I

Heave the silver hollow sliver
Piercing through another victim
Turn and tremble be judgmental
Ignorant to all the symbols
Blind the face with beauty paste
Eventually you'll one day know

The video replays images of Nathan staring at Jackson through the window of the police car, appearing infuriated. It filters into Jackson hitting the Angel’s Wings on Krissie McMorris in the center of the ring at Paranoia. This shot doesn’t last long though as it is replaced immediately with a shot of Nathan placing Jackson in the Courtesy Call, then filters into shots of him savagely stomping Adams’ chest in the corner of the ring, brutalizing him. We so one last image of Nathan’s bloodied face as he’s forced to look at a tied up Robin in the corner, thanks to Jackson Adams and Romeo Damascus. The final beat of the song is cut into abruptly as all of these events in the feud between Nathan Creed and Jackson Adams are highlighted with quickness. Jackson being pushed off the ladder, Creed taking back his title and distracting Adams long enough to be speared, JA clocking Nathan in the face with the Livewire title. The Future being placed in handcuffs and dragged away, Jackson throwing him over the ropes at the Rumble Bash, and finally Nathan standing on the top of the stage at Paranoia with the Livewire title in hand.


NATHAN CREED © VS. JACKSON ADAMS
LADDER MATCH FOR THE LIVEWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP


The show comes back to the ring, the camera still positioned on the ladders as the fans really become pumped up for this. The lens shifts to the Livewire title belt hanging above the ring via hook. The lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Faint by Linkin Park hits the sound system. Blue and green spotlights start blinking and roaming their way through out the audience as Jackson Adams Step through the curtain an arrogant, yet cocky smile stretches across his features. He slowly walks to the ring pointing to himself, and mouthing to the crowd how much better he is, stopping periodically to make his way around the ladders as he looks them up and down cautiously. He reaches the steps and walks up them slowly, walking along the ring apron now, he stops and takes one last look up the ramp and at the crowd before wiping his feet cockily on the ring apron, before stepping through the ropes. As he walks to the center of the ring he lifts his arms as if he was accepting the loud chorus of boos from the crowd, as he slowly spins in a circle and the lights return to normal.

Mayne: And there he is, the true Livewire Champion ladies and gentlemen, the man of the hour, the person who is about to take back what is rightfully his. The video package more than justified why he should be getting back his championship here this evening.

Douglas: You’ll have to excuse me if I tell you how utterly full of crap that comment is. Jackson has done nothing but cheat his way into this encounter with Nathan, and in one of the most deranged manners has been feebly trying to prove that he’s the actual title holder, even though he was clearly pinned for the belt at Paranoia.

Billy: No he wasn’t, that’s where the controversy exists Dan, because Nathan didn’t pin Adams cleanly, he held the ropes to do so dammit.

Dan: Logic is wasted on you Billy. Let’s just look forward to what should be an incredible match here tonight.

Tension fills the air in anticipation of the next superstar to enter the ring when the lights dim down. Strobes float around the arena as the opening chords of ‘Polyamorous’ by Breaking Benjamin fill the arena

“LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!”

The vocals are screamed as the song kicks up a gear and Nathan walks through the curtains to the cheers of the local fans. He psyches himself up and he slowly approaches the ring, the lights flickering around him. He stops momentarily to overlook the ladder, taking it all in. As he nears the ring the chorus kicks in and Nathan dashes to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He bounds to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle, getting the fans pumped up for yet another high quality Nathan Creed match. They are pumped to finally witness the conclusion of what has been one of the greatest feuds in ULW history, Adams standing nervously in the corner as he points and shouts at Nathan from across the ring.

Dan: You can just feel the intensity of Nathan going into this one, he really, really wants to get his hands on Jackson Adams tonight, to finish what has been perhaps his greatest feud here in the ULW under tables, ladders, and chairs rules.

Mayne: This started in a ladder match Dan, and Adams is going to finish it the same way it began. He’s going to climb that ladder at the end of this match, grab the Championship and walk out of here still the Livewire title holder.

Douglas: It’s an arguable point for sure, but no more waiting, no more hype, let’s see this thing come full circle.

The crowd are putting their hands together as Jackson Adams and Nathan Creed glare at one another in anger, outrage, frustration, great intensity. The fans are making it very obvious that they’ve been waiting to see the conclusion of this one on one match in the confines of a tables, ladders, and chairs brawl. Adams and Nathan glare straight into one another’s eyes, their hatred brewing to the surface. The heated rivals approach one another quickly and interlock arms in the collar elbow, when Adams hooks one of Creed’s, pushing him around so that his back is facing him. Adams places Creed in a full nelson, really holding onto the submission when Nathan begins to squirm, trying to free himself from the hold when he swings one of his arms down with great force. He frees it and swings his body around sideways to face Adams, wrapping his arm around his neck as he places him in the sideheadlock submission hold.

With great pressure Nathan squeezes the head of Adams between his thick biceps, cauliflowering the ear throughout the process as well. Adams reaches up and grabs one of the wrists of Nathan that are interlocked around the side of his head, forcing it away from his head and swinging around under the arm of Creed, placing him in the ringer. He has it tightly applied upon his opposition, really tightening the submission upon the frustrated Nathan who dives forward, rolling across the canvas onto his feet as he stands up to face Adams, who is still holding onto his wrist. Adams rushes towards him, placing his hand to his chest and backing him up into the ropes, bouncing him off the cables and launching him across the ring in the direction of the opposite ropes. Nathan reverses the whip though and instead sends Jackson hurling into the cables, he bounces off and comes back in when Creed steps forward, catching him under the arm and connecting with a huge sit-down hip toss. Adams comes crashing down across the back of his head and shoulders between the spread out legs of Nathan, bouncing off the ring and rising to his knees immediately as he grinds his teeth in pain.

Creed stands up quickly and steps in, giving Jackson no time to rest as he grabs his arm and extends it out to his side, stepping around under it as he places him in the arm ringer. He steps forward though and applies the arm lock now, placing his palm to the side of Adams’ head and pushing it hard sideways. Jackson begins to shout out, grinding his teeth in pain while he begins to try and force himself up onto his feet only for Nathan to swing around under his arm again, applying the ringer for a second time. As he does, he lifts his hand into the air and connects with a knife edge chop across the chest of Adams, then delivers the move once again, receiving a woo from the sold out crowd. Adams is almost knocked off of his feet when Nathan drops down to the canvas while swinging around, connecting with a arm drag from the arm ringer position. Jackson crashes onto the canvas across his back as Nathan holds onto his arm and gets to his knees, folding it up behind the back of the seated Adams as he places him in an hammerlock. The fans put their hands together at the sight of Nathan thoroughly owning Adams here at the start of this TLC match with a technical display.

Douglas: Surprisingly these two are technical wrestling thus far, instead of going straight at it with some violent, disturbing action as I’m sure we’ll see later in this contest.

Mayne: Oh, we will, because if there’s one thing I knew, it’s that Adams is looking to finish this thing once and for all, and the best way to end it, is to end Nathan Creed.

Nathan is really stretching out the arm of Jackson, who reaches up with his arm and wraps it around the back of Creed’s head, bridging his way up onto his feet. As soon as he gets up he drops back down, snapmaring Creed over his shoulder and down posterior first onto the canvas. He hits the ring hard across his posterior when Jackson rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off the cables and coming back in before he jumps over the head of Nathan, wrapping his arm around it. The crowd pops as Jackson connects with a flip over reverse neckbreaker on the seated Nathan Creed, driving his s[ine down hard into the canvas. Yet Adams keeps his arm locked around the neck of Nathan as he rolls over sideways, pulling the Future along with him, as they both get to their feet. Jackson quickly reaches out and hooks up the leg of Nathan, lifting him up into the air and dropping back with a violent fisherman brainbuster. Nathan’s head hits the ring hard as he now sits up on the canvas, looking very dazed, Jackson scooting up behind him and locking his arms around his throat, placing him in the sleeper.

Creed groans in pain as Adams keeps him in the hold and then reaches out, grabbing both of his arms, pulling them in reverse while burying his knee into the spine of Nathan. He holds him in a modified surfboard style hold, really driving his knee deeply into the kidneys of Creed, who shouts out in a bit of pain, trying to find a way out of this submission. He begins to push himself upwards now with the fans having a loud reaction, getting behind Creed, yet they seem surprisingly tamed, perhaps waiting for the high spots they know are about to come. Adams takes his knee away from the back of Nathan but keeps pulling on his arms as Creed forces himself up onto his feet. He gets them both beneath him with Jackson really pulling his arms in reverse until Nathan spins around to face the Spectacular One. Adams catches him with a chop immediately across the chest though, causing him to stagger backwards immediately, before he receives another knife edge shot to the sternum. He falls into the ropes, leaning on them for support when Jackson steps backwards and then rushes in with a lariat when Nathan bends forward, catching him against his shoulder. He elevates him into the air, almost back dropping him over the ropes when Adams grabs the top cable, floating over and landing on his feet upon the apron.

Nathan turns to face him when Jackson begins to pull himself up over the cables with a slingshot only for Creed to spring into the air and front dropkick him directly to the face. Jackson is thrown backwards as the crowd screams with shock at the sight of the brutal dropkick that sends Adams flying directly at the barricade. He turns and bashes off of it, collapsing onto the mats across his back with a very dazed expression on his face.

Dan: And just like that Nathan bets back into this competition immediately and takes out Adams with a very well timed, well placed dropkick as this match starting to get a little more fast paced.

Billy: They’ve been moving at a fast pace this entire time Dan, the type of pace that Adams doesn’t like to move at, the man enjoys methodical attacks, and it’s just outrageous for Nathan to change that up in this contest.

Douglas: You no longer make even the slightest bit of sense to me.

Mayne: This isn’t the first time my superior logic has gone unappreciated.

Jackson starts to stand up on the outside of the ring, forcing himself up as he grips his ribs when Nathan climbs up onto the top rope of the turnbuckle quickly, facing him. He now soars off, flying through the air directly at Adams, as he catches him with a big splash that knocks both men down to the mats. Adams is sent flying backwards, hitting the mats hard and rolling onto his side in a very dazed state while the fans all put their hands together, very pumped at the sight of what they just witnessed. Jackson begins to force himself up now, crawling in a very dazed state when Nathan stands up and steps in, still all fired up and highly emotional. He grabs Adams around the shoulder, pulling him up to his feet and leaning him back first against the barricade before he delivers a blistering chop directly across his chest. The fans unleash a woo from the chop that sends Adams crashing over the barricade and into the sea of humanity. Nathan shakes his hand, as if that last chop did damage to it before he approaches one of the ladders set up against the barricade, scooping it up into his arms quickly.

He appears very pumped, very determined, and more energetic than ever as Jackson begins to stand up amongst the sea of humanity, pushing them aside as he turns towards Creed. As soon as his eyes meet Nathan’s, Jackson charges forward with the ladder on top of his shoulder and bashes Adams directly to the face with the top of it while he is still standing amongst the crowd. The fans go nuts as Adams is sent crashing to the concrete, several of the crowd members stepping out of the way of the ladder at the last second. Nathan backs up, almost foaming at the mouth in anger as he approaches the ring, sliding the ladder under the ropes to the inside. He already seems to be going for the win as he slides in himself, approaching the ladder and beginning to set it up under the Livewire title belt hanging above the ring.

Mayne: Oh no, look at Nathan trying to weasel his way to a quick victory.

Douglas: Weasel his way to a quick victory!?! It’s effective strategy, once again you make zero sense in what your saying.

Billy: I make perfect sense, I just enjoy speaking over your head Dan.

Nathan is positioning the ladder perfectly beneath the time before he already starts up after it, Adams getting to his feet behind the barricade as he steps over it. Nathan has started up the ladder, going for the title when Jackson grabs one of the steel chairs that are at ringside and slides into the squared circle. He starts towards Nathan quickly, lifting the chair into the air when Nathan turns and spots him, kicking down with his foot directly into the forehead of Adams. The shot sends Jackson into a stagger as he turns away from Nathan with the chair still held tightly in his hands. Nathan begins to reposition himself now as he jumps off the ladder, flying straight at Adams, who turns to face him and drops down, getting his knee up. The crowd groans as Nathan comes down testicles first directly on top of the knee, causing him to howl in pain as he begins to back up, gripping his nether regions. Adams rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off the cables and coming back in to gain some momentum as he violently throws the steel chair directly into the face of Nathan. The steel bashes hard off the skull of Nathan as he collapses onto his back and wraps his hands around his noggin, kicking both of his legs in tremendous pain.

The crowd groans at the sound of the chair shot as Adams staggers forward, still shaking off the effects of the ladder strike to his cranium. He approaches the ladder and begins to take it down out of the standing position before he starts to set it up in the corner of the ring, positioning it diagonally against the corner. He turns to face Nathan, who tries to force himself up onto his feet, still gripping his forehead in a very groggy state when Adams grabs the chair off the canvas. He turns to face Nathan then steps forward and jumps into the air, sticking the chair under his feet and dropkicking it directly into the side of Creed’s face. The shot knocks him over onto his back and sends him into a roll under the ropes to the outside of the ring. He drops onto his posterior while wrapping his arms around his head in anguish, Adams throwing down the chair and grabbing the top rope. As Nathan gets to his feet slowly, Jackson grabs the top rope and pulls himself over into a huge crossbody, straight on top of Creed, sending both men crashing into the mats.

The fans have a mixed reaction at he sight of the high risk move by Adams, taking them both out. Adams grips his ribs as he rolls away from Nathan, who is holding both sides of his damaged cranium after the assault that has gone down upon it with the chair. He tries to turn onto his side but Jackson rises to his feet and is there to quickly stomp him to the side of the face, knocking him right back onto his spine. Jackson grabs him around the jaw though, rolling him onto his feet and grabbing a hold of his wrist, whipping him straight into the barricade with great force, Creed crashing into the steel plates brutally.

Mayne: Nathan being thrown around like a rag doll now by Jackson Adams, hahaha. This match is becoming exactly what I thought it would, a blow out.

Douglas: Oh please, Adams finally just got on offense, and both men have really spent more time outside the ring brawling, than they’ve even done going for the title.

Billy: Dan, do you get stupider every day? Of course they have to weaken their opponent enough to go for the title, that much is obvious.

Jackson approaches Nathan and grabs him by the back of the head, pulling him forward and delivering a stiff European Uppercut that almost takes him out of his boots, causing him to lean against the barrier for even more support. Adams turns towards one of the ladders set up against the barricade and pulls it up, placing it across his chest before he tosses it hard into the side of Nathan’s body. Creed drops to his knees groaning as loud as the fans do, obviously feeling the pain of the hard collision with the ladder. He continues to gripe from the anguish when Adams grabs him around the hair and pulls him to his feet before lifting him up into the air and dropping him down testicles first on top of the barricade. Nathan shouts out in tremendous pain as a result, his groin enflamed with anguish as Adams now rushes forward at the barricade running perpendicular to the one that Creed is positioned on top of. He jumps into the air, landing feet first on the barricade and then almost springing off backwards with a huge elbow to the chest of Nathan, that knocks him down to the mats once again. The fans put their hands together surprisingly, shocked by the athleticism of Adams who stands up and begins to clap his hands together.

Jackson: You know you always get a show with me mother fuckers.

Adams turns to flip off everyone in the arena, only getting more boos from them as a grin cuts across his arrogant face, obviously pleased with himself thus far. Nathan remains down on the mats, reaching for his testicles in pain while Adams grabs the ladder he struck him with and approaches the ring, beginning to set the structure up against it. He leans the ladder against the apron and turns back towards Nathan, grabbing him around the head and dragging him to his feet before he bends down and hooks up his legs. He lifts them into the air and causes Creed to crash onto his back while raising the legs up under his armpits. Jackson looks over his shoulder and drops back, catapulting Nathan into the air and face first directly into the ladder. He bounces off the steel hard, yet falls back into it, leaning against it for support as Adams slides back into the ring. Jackson rushes across the ring quickly, bouncing off the cables and then coming back in before he drops down into a basement dropkick directly to the ladder through the ropes. The steel rungs slam hard into the face of the Future, sending him staggering backwards directly into the barricade, hitting it hard back first. The fans scream out at the sound of the very loud, hard impact between the ladder and the skull of Creed.

Jackson gets to his feet, glaring to the outside of the ring as he shouts obscenities at the Future before he turns and bolts across the squared circle. He bounces off the opposite cables and comes back in with a great burst of speed, prepared to fly through the ropes to connect with some type of suicide dive headbunt. Nathan steps forward and grabs the ladder though as Jackson flies through at him, moving the structure between himself and Jackson. As Adams crashes into it, Nathan steps out of the way and lets it go, the ladder falling into the barricade with Jackson on top of it, violently slamming into it as the structure comes to a stop against the barrier. JA bounces off the steel rungs with great force and then rolls off, dropping onto the mats, shouting out in tremendous pain while Nathan leans on the barricade for support.

Douglas: Oh my God, did you just see that Billy, your boy Adams just took quite the nasty bump into that ladder!

Mayne: Is Nathan fucking homicidal, how dare he throw that ladder into Adams, it could have killed him for crying out loud.

Dan: In JA’s case it most likely be an improvement.

Jackson lies on the mats, kicking his legs and wrapping his hands around his head as well as his body from the impact. Nathan stumbles towards the ladder and begins to pick it up, setting the structure up with the legs resting on the apron and the top positioned upon the barricade. As Adams begins to fight his way upwards, getting to his knees, he turns to face the ladder, only for Nathan to slide it forward quickly, across both the apron and barricade as the side of it rams directly into the face of Adams. There’s a loud eruption from the crowd as Jackson is knocked from his knees and down to the mats across his back, lying upon them completely dazed, out cold from the collision. Nathan now grabs another ladder that is lying against the barricade, scooping it up and throwing it over the ropes into the ring. Creed steps towards the squared circle and rolls under the ropes, getting to his feet with a stagger as he begins to approach the ladder set up against the turnbuckle. He begins to pick it up in order to move it to the center of the ring when Jackson somehow gets to his feet and reaches under the cables, wrapping his arms around the ankle of Creed.

An irate Nathan turns, reaching over the ropes and grabbing the hair of Adams, pulling him up onto the apron before slugging him hard across the face with a closed fist. Nathan grabs him by the hair and begins to use his head as a weapon, repeatedly bashing it into the skull of JA over and over again, almost taking him off the apron to the mats below. Finally, with Adams very groggy, Nathan wraps his arm around the neck of Jackson, lifting him up into a vertical suplex. Adams floats over though, landing on his feet behind the back of Nathan and wrapping his arms around his waist. He’s clearly going for the German only for Nathan to perform a standing switch, getting around behind the back of JA now, applying his own waist lock as he goes for the German. Right before he can hit it though, Adams reaches out, wrapping his arms around the top rope, holding on with all of his strength, desperately trying to fight being hit with the move.

Creed breaks the waist lock and throws several hard, clubbing forearms into the upper back of Jackson, trying to loosen his grip on the ropes enough to connect with the move. He steps in, wrapping his arms around his waist once more as he sets up for the German only for Adams to mule kick him straight to the testicles. The fans start to boo loudly at the sight of what they just witnessed as JA spins around, grabbing the back of Nathan’s head and tights and rushing him straight at the ladder in the corner. As soon as he does, Creed stands up and turns around though, hooking the arm of Adams and hip tossing him forward into the ladder. The crowd screams with shock as Jackson bounces back first hard into the ladder leaning against the corner, dropping down onto his feet and staggering backwards into the waiting arms of Creed. Nathan wraps his arms around the waist of Jackson, dropping back into a German suplex with hard impact. Jackson’s neck crashes into the canvas when Nathan rolls over onto his knees, keeping the waist lock applied. He stands up and drops in reverse once more, connecting with a second high impact German suplex. As he gets to his feet he drags a battered, exhausted Adams with him, going for a third German near the ladder in the turnbuckle. Adams back elbows him to the face though in desperation and then spins around only for Creed to catch him with a front waistlock then drop back into a belly to belly suplex. To the shock of almost everyone, JA flips over, slamming back first with incredible impact directly against the ladder.

Mayne: Oh no, a belly to belly suplex straight into the ladder!

Douglas: Permanent damage had to have been done to the back of Jackson with that move, I can’t imagine either man coming out of this match with the pace they’ve set at anywhere near even 50%.

Adams rolls off the ladder, dropping onto his chest and stomach as he reaches for his spine, convulsing in pain from the collision as Nathan turns, beginning to push himself up slowly. Neither man is obviously pacing themselves in this contest as Nathan stumbles towards the ladder, picking it up out of the corner and beginning to pull it across the ring towards the center. He gets the ladder set up straight under the Livewire title belt which sways back and forth in the air, looking up at just one of his prized possessions. As the ladder gets set up, Nathan starts up after the belt that was stolen from him for such a lengthy amount of time, getting closer and closer to his championship. The fans are all standing, wondering if this thing is going to be over already or not when Adams gets to his knees, scooting across them in the direction of the ladder that Nathan threw in a few moments ago. He scoops it up into his arms and turns towards Nathan who is already half way up the ladder. Creed turns to spot him when Jackson slams the top of the ladder directly into his ribs, causing Nathan to bend forward, shouting out in pain as he tries to protect his mid-section.

Jackson sets the ladder up beside the one that Nathan is barely holding onto now, the double Champion heavily favoring his mid-section. Adams begins to scramble up his ladder as quickly as his body will allow, a large bruise clearly visible upon his back from the belly to belly suplex into one of the structures he’s making his way up now. Nathan starts to reach up for the title again as he tries to make his way up the ladder only for Adams to climb up beside him. His hand slides into the hair of Nathan when he slugs him violently in the face and then jumps into the air, turning his body in the process as he wraps his arm around the neck of Creed. The entire arena erupts as Jackson pulls Nathan off the ladders with a huge diamond cutter, dragging him down into the canvas with an absolutely brutal impact. Creed bounces off the shoulder of Adams, popping up onto his knees with a very glazed over look on his face before he tumbles over sideways onto the canvas, the fans slapping the barricades while going absolutely insane over what they just witnessed.

Mayne: Holy shit, Jackson Adams with a diamond cutter from the top of the ladders to the canvas below, he just took Nathan out of this match for good Dan.

Douglas: Perhaps, but we’ve seen Nathan come back from much worse than this before, he’s a grizzled veteran of the ladder match here in the ULW.

Jackson sits up with a very dazed expression on his face while Nathan remains spread across the canvas behind him, looking completely out of it now. Adams rises to his feet and stomps him to the forehead before rushing into the ropes at his side, bouncing off the cables and coming back in as he jumps into the air. Getting tremendous height as he comes down with a knee into his face. Nathan goes into convulsions, grabbing his features after taking that tremendous bump as Jackson gets to his feet, staggering a little in the direction of the ladders that he has set up. He takes one of them down and immediately begins to approach Creed, who is obviously in a great deal of pain. He places the ladder next to Nathan before grabbing him around the head and dragging him to his feet, hoisting him into the air and then scoop slamming him hard on top of the ladder. Nathan arches his back off the ladder, shouting out in pain from the collision with the steel as Adams steps over him and starts up the standing structure.

The crowd is booing as Nathan remains spread out over the ladder, groaning in absolute anguish while Jackson gets closer and closer to the top of the ladder and now turns around to face Creed. Instead of going for the title belt he looks back and forth at the crowd, giving them an up yours taunt with his arm before now diving off almost the top of the ladder. The crowd screams as Jackson soars through the air and connects with a huge frog splash straight on top of Creed and the ladder. Nathan immediately begins to jolt up and down with his body, groaning in tremendous anguish while Jackson rolls off of him and spills onto the canvas, wrapping his arms around his waist in just as much pain. He kicks his legs and grinds his teeth from the agony flowing through his body while Nathan rolls off the ladder, crashing onto the canvas.

Mayne: Now Adams connects with a fucking frog splash off the top of the ladder straight onto Nathan who was lying on top of the other one. This match is just getting crazy and quick Dan, with Adams showing just how hardcore he can go.

Douglas: Indeed, both of these men taking their bodies to new physical levels already here tonight, in what has thus far shown to be a very high risk TLC match. And speaking of the “T” it looks like Jackson is about to bring a table into this contest.

With Nathan predisposed with anguish, Jackson rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, stumbling a bit as he lifts the tarp that hangs from the apron. He throws it up into the air and now bends forward, grabbing the edges of a table and beginning to slide it out slowly, his body obviously still aching him. He gets the table up and places it on the apron before sliding it in under the cables and beginning to enter himself. He reaches for his kidneys as he enters the ring and begins to approach Nathan, who is somehow trying to will his way upwards. Adams catches him around the neck though and grabs his tights, hoisting him into the air and dropping back with a snap suplex. Nathan hits the ring hard, sitting up and shouting in pain while Adams gets to his feet, quickly approaching the table that he slid in and starting to set it up. He gets the wood positioned and swipes his hands over it’s surface before stepping back with a confident grin stretched across his face.

Once again Nathan finds himself pushing his body upwards when Jackson steps in and blasts him over the back with a forearm strike, then does it once more. Creed drops to his knees once more before Jackson grabs him around the head and begins to drag him towards the turnbuckle. Adams turns and begins to climb the corner in reverse, pulling the brutalized Nathan up after him. A furious JA gets to the top rope and pulls Nathan up onto the second one, wrapping up both of his arms, going for a pedigree it looks like from the highest point of the corner to the table below. He begins to stand up with the crowd buzzing when Nathan pulls his head free without warning and places his hands to the chest of Adams, shoving him off sideways at the barricade. Jackson flies over the mats, soaring straight at the barricade and crashing into it chest first with great impact, the steel slamming against his sternum. His body bashes hard into the steel plated lining of the barricade before he spills over into the sea of humanity, collapsing into the fans who clear out of the way in shock.

Nathan grabs the top rope, catching his balance as he breaths heavily, looking over his shoulder at the ladder in the center of the ring. He drops down onto the mats, his frame obviously killing him as he makes his way towards the ladder, looking to be going for the title but instead taking it down out of the standing position. He begins to approach the ropes, setting the ladder up diagonally against it as he rushes across the ring into the opposite cables. The Future bounces off and comes rushing across the ring as Adams stands up behind the barricade, stumbling around as Nathan steps up the rungs of the slanted ladder and then dives off. He soars through the air and flips forward, connecting with a senton into Jackson in the sea of humanity, knocking both men down to the concrete with the crowd going absolutely insane. They are all jumping up and down, putting their hands together and screaming loudly as both men lie at their feet, Creed resting back first on top of Adams.

Fans: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!

Douglas: Nathan taking this match to new limits! My God, did you just see what he did!?!

Mayne: Not only is this man homicidal, but he’s genocidal as well, he flew from the top of that ladder with no regard to his well being whatsoever.

Dan: It’s the only real way to inflict damage in this type of match.

The fans are still going nuts at the sight of what they just witnessed Nathan do, never having seen him do something quite so crazy before. They slap the barricades, becoming crazed as Nathan turns off of Adams, getting into a crawling position with his body absolutely aching from head to toe. He stumbles towards the barricade, falling into it for support before he tumbles over it onto the mats, Jackson still lying on the concrete, almost motionless from the brutality his body has endured in this title match. Nathan approaches the ring, grabbing the tarp hanging from it and throwing it up into the air before he reaches under the squared circle. He slides his hand around a wooden structure, sliding out another table with the fans beginning to go nuts, realizing that yet another table is being brought into the fold. In a sluggish manner he begins to set the table up on the mats, looking determined to finish Jackson off once and for all as he leans on the surface of the wood for support, sweat dripping from his battered frame.

He turns towards Adams, who has begun to stand up behind the barricade, trying to force himself up as he uses the steel mass as a crutch to support his brutalized body. Nathan steps in and chops him to the chest over the barricade though, causing him to shout out in anguish as he covers his sternum with both arms. Nathan grabs Adams by the hair and pulls him over the barricade onto the mats in front of him before he drags him towards the ring and slams him face first off the apron. Jackson almost loses his footing as he backs up and begins to shadow box, but Nathan is quick to grab him around the neck, pulling him towards the apron once more. He rolls him onto the apron and steps up onto the ring now as well, grabbing the cables to hold himself up. Jackson starts to stand in front of him, almost using the cables for support when Nathan kicks him to the gut and grabs his head, dragging it between his legs. He now looks out over the fans before wrapping his arms around the waist of Adams and lifting him into the air straight on top of his shoulder in an awesome bomb position.

Douglas: Something tells me this is going to be very dangerous!

Mayne: Don’t do something you’ll regret Nathan, don’t do something you’ll regret dammit.

Nathan begins to rush across the apron when Jackson slides off of his shoulder, landing on his feet upon the apron behind his back. Creed spins around when Jackson kicks him straight to the testicles with a violent shot, causing Nathan to shout out in pain before Adams grabs him by both arms. He hooks them both up and then hoists Creed into the air, turning and jumping off the apron as he connects with his version of the Angel’s Wings that puts Nathan face first through the table. The entire arena starts to scream in shock as both men go through the wood at ringside, Adams tumbling onto his back as Nathan lies amongst the broken chunks of wood almost motionless.

Mayne: OOOOOHHH, the Double Take by Adams off the apron, putting Creed through the table!!

Douglas: That was insane, Jackson barely saving himself with a kick to the testicles of Nathan.

The fans are still putting their hands together, incredibly pumped at the sight of what they just witnessed, Nathan going through the table with such great impact. Both men lie on the mats, barely breathing after the wicked spot that just occured before Adams starts to show signs of life, beginning to turn with his eyes rolling to the back of his sweaty head. He turns onto his elbows and knees, crawling towards the ring, desperate to make it up the ladder to the Livewire title he lost at Paranoia. He rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring now, his body very badly damaged by all it’s taken in this extreme match. However, at the expense of perhaps permanent injury he continues on, scrambling towards the ladder he laid Creed upon earlier. He begins to set it up with all of his strength, putting it under the belt as he glares up at the championship with a very groggy glint in his eyes.

JA starts up the ladder with his remaining energy, very exhausted as he gets closer and closer to the championship. However, Nathan has surprisingly begun to stir on the outside amongst the broken chunks of wood, forcing himself to a crawling position. Adams gets closer and closer to the gold with his body absolutely ravaged with anguish before he gets within inches of the top of the ladder. His hand begins to reach out for the title belt which is only a few inches away, sweat streaming down his broken frame when Nathan slides into the squared circle behind him. He staggers behind Adams and throws a hard forearm into his back, a violent one at that which causes Jackson to shout out in pain. Nathan now begins to scale the ladder behind him, getting closer and closer to Jackson who tries to reach out for the belt once again. Nathan grabs him by the back of the tights and pulls his lower spine into a headbunt before moving up even further. Adams back elbows at him with one arm, trying to keep him from climbing over top of him when Nathan looks over his shoulder at the table that was set up earlier.

Suddenly, with blood streaming down the face of Nathan from going through the table at ringside, he wraps his arms around the waist of Adams, who’s eyes open widely with shock. He begins to shake his head back and forth frantically when Nathan drops backwards, pulling him off the ladder and connecting with a huge German suplex. It drags Jackson off the top of the ladder and sends him flying into the ring with an unbelievable collision.

Mayne: Tell me I didn’t just see that!?! Jackson Adams was just German suplexed off the ladder by Nathan Creed!

Douglas: And he almost went through that table as a result, that would have been even worse!

Jackson is arching his back off the canvas, yelling in absolute anguish after being Germaned from such a height while Nathan remains on the ring as well. He appears to be in just as much pain as more blood streams down his face from that Angel’s Wings just a few moments ago. Neither man seems able to move after what has been an absolutely sensational match, the crowd puttering their hands together, giving this battle a standing ovation thus far. Nathan begins to turn onto his side, blood dripping from his face as he glares at the rungs of the ladder, realizing that he could be seconds away from winning the championship. He turns onto his elbows and knees, crawling towards the ladder and then grabbing a hold of it, beginning to drag his limp lower body up towards the title. Blood is still trickling down his face as well as cuts in his sternum as he continues to move upwards, trying his best to reach the title before Adams has a chance to move. However, he doesn’t have that window of opportunity for long, as Jackson has indeed begun to move, even after taking that German suplex off the ladder. He pushes himself up onto his elbows and knees and begins to crawl towards the steel chair that he used several times in this contest.

He scoops it up into his arms and then sets the chair up behind Nathan, who is already half way up the ladder, Adams moving as fast as his body will allow. He progresses towards the ladder leaning against the ropes, lifting it off the cables and then stumbling towards Nathan as he sets the structure up beside him. Nathan is so out of it he can barely even see this happening as Jackson begins to climb up beside him as fast as his fractured frame will allow. Nathan finds himself getting closer and closer to the belt, the fans beginning to scream as he reaches out for it. His fingers fall short of the strap though, just out of his reach.

Douglas: Nathan could have the title, Nathan could have the title here!

Mayne: No, damn you Jackson and your brittle bones, catch him before he further tarnishes the legacy of your championship!

Jackson blasts Creed straight to the ribs with a stiff punch as Nathan shouts in pain, reaching for his mid-section as a result. He bends forward, trying to cradle himself while Adams steps up his ladder right beside him, grabbing the shoulder of Nathan in order to spin him around. Creed begins to turn to face away from the ladder slowly, reaching back with his hands to hold onto it as Jackson slugs him in the face with his free right hand. Nathan’s grip begins to weaken before Adams reaches out and wraps his arm around his neck before falling backwards off the ladder. He pulls Nathan off into a DDT straight on top of the set up chair, Creed’s entire body folding up as he stands on top of his head which goes through the steel mass. The chair breaks as both men crash onto the mats, Nathan spilling onto the canvas and flopping up and down as he wraps his hands around his neck and head. Every fan in attendance is going completely insane at the sight of what they just witnessed, Nathan going through the chair as a result of the brutal DDT off the ladders.

Fans: THAT WAS SICK, THAT WAS SICK, THAT WAS SICK!!

They slap the barricades and stomp their feet, creating a loud rumble in the arena as both men continue to lie spread across the canvas, barely able to move after what they both went through.

Douglas: SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!!! That was the sickest thing I’ve ever seen!

Mayne: This match just went beyond conventional forms of insanity! Nathan may be dead right now after that DDT from the top of a ladder straight onto a chair!

Nathan isn’t moving, lying completely motionless while Jackson lies next to him, the fans unable to contain their enthusiasm, still going absolutely nuts. Jackson finally begins to move, somehow sitting up with a very dazed expression on his face while Nathan shows no signs of life whatsoever, his face smeared with his own blood. A UL-Dub chant has started from the crowd as Jackson rolls to his elbows and knees, his body aching from head to toe as he forces himself up onto his feet. He clearly has Nathan exactly where he wants him as he approaches the Future, making sure he has him completely finished off. He grabs one of the ladders now, taking it down out of the stood up position and then throwing it straight into the turnbuckle. He now approaches Nathan, grabbing him around the jaw and pulling him to his feet before dragging him in the direction of the ladder. The broken Jackson scoops Nathan up into his arms and approaches the ladder, tying his legs up in the tree of woe while the crowd starts to have a mixed reaction, realizing that Adams may be going for something big here.

Creed hangs completely upside down from the ladder, bleeding badly from the skull as Adams begins to stomp him to the sternum and places his foot to his throat. He pushes it against it while holding the top rope, choking out Nathan, who shouts in pain, trying to push the foot away to the best of his abilities as he is painfully gagged. Adams finally takes his foot away while looking exhausted as he approaches the same steel chair that Creed crashed through. There seems to be nothing left of the out cold Nathan as Jackson picks the chair up and moves across to the corner running parrallel to the one that Creed is hung up in from the ladder. Adams slides through the ropes onto the apron, still holding onto the chair while he glares across the ring and grabs the top cable. His eyes are cast out over the fans who are all standing, realizing that something big is about to happen. Without warning, Jackson springs up onto the top rope and flies off the cable. He sticks the chair beneath his feet and flies all the way across the ring before he basement dropkicks the steel mass straight into the face of the upside down Nathan, sandwiching his head between the chair and the ladder. Everyone in the arena once again explodes into a wave of cheers as Nathan tumbles off the ladder, going into convulsions upon the canvas once more, a loud holy shit chant starting from all those gathered.

Mayne: AMAZING!!

Douglas: Adams with almost a version of the vanterminator, driving that chair directly into the face of Nathan who was hung from the tree of woe from that ladder! I tell you, neither of these men will ever be the same after this match, after what we’ve witnessed thus far here tonight.

Billy: Chances are, Nathan will have permanent brain damage Dan, that much is for sure.

As Adams rolls away from Nathan, a “This is Awesome” chant breaks out from the fans, who are greatly into this incredible action thus far. Jackson crawls across the ring, barely able to move after the damage that has been done to his body, Creed still lying motionless, bleeding heavily from the scalp. Adams, who is in firm control of this contest now, rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring and grabs the tarp once more, throwing it up into the air and reaching under the ring. He grabs a steel chair and throws it over the ropes into the ring and then reaches down, grabbing another one. He pitches that into the squared circle as well before sliding in himself, pushing his ripped up body to his feet. He approaches Nathan and stomps his motionless body to the back of the head before grabbing the chairs he threw in. He sets one of them and then sets the other one up a few feet away from it, both chairs facing one another as Adams falls forward into the ladder that is positioned against he corner. He picks it up and places it across his chest before stepping towards the chairs and placing it long ways across both of them. The ladder is elevated off the ring, and supported by the chairs as Adams steps backwards, taking several deep breaths. His body is obviously very worn out and badly injured as he now descends upon the motionless, bleeding Creed.

He slides his hands into the hair of Nathan, rolling him over onto his knees and dragging him to his feet, the double Champion looking like nothing more than dead weight. Adams pulls his lifeless carcass towards the ladder and then drags his head between his legs, forcing him up onto his feet while wrapping his arms around his waist. He looks out over the fans, sliding his finger across his throat, stating that this is the end. Jackson now pulls Creed up onto his shoulders, going for the powerbomb onto the elevated ladder when Nathan wakes up. He places his hands on top of the head of Jackson and pushes himself up and over, landing on his feet behind the back of Adams. JA spins around when Creed rushes in, only to be caught around the waist, Jackson going for a belly to belly suplex instead to put Nathan through the ladder. A bloody Creed elbows Jackson straight to the face though, causing his waist lock to be broken as he stumbles in reverse. Suddenly Nathan rushes forward and jumps into the air, wrapping his arm around the back of Jackson’s head and pulling him down with a reverse neckbreaker straight on top of the ladder. A huge ovation is heard from the crowd as Jackson’s head crashes hard across the back of his neck into the ladder, Creed landing next to the steel structure.

Douglas: Nathan is still alive, he just took out Adams with that brutal neckbreaker across the ladder!

Mayne: That could have seriously hurt Adams, seriously hurt him!

Dan: There was no could of about it, I think that’s exactly what he did.

Nathan turns around, still feeding off the bit of energy that he still has when he steps up onto the elevated ladder spread long ways across the chairs. He grabs Jackson around the head, pulling him up slowly off his back, as Adams has a very glazed over glint in his eyes. The bloodied Nathan forces Jackson up onto his feet and without hesitation scoops him up into the air before lowering him down onto his feet, holding him in a reverse DDT position as both men continue to stand on top of the ladder. Nathan looks around at the fans and then swings around with his arm, connecting with the final cut right on top of the ladder, hitting his Total Domination. The ladder is knocked off one of the chairs as both men’s bodies crash hard into it. The fans stand, giving this a huge ovation as Adams bashes so violently into the ladder and Nathan now drops down beside him, both men absolutely broken to pieces.

Douglas: The Total Domination on top of a ladder!!

Mayne: Good God, what else are they going to do in this TLC match?

The fans are on their feet, putting their hands together at the sight of what they just witnessed as both men lie in a heap.

Fans: NATHAN CREED, NATHAN CREED, NATHAN CREED!!

Neither man is very coherent at this point with blood flooding the face of Nathan. He rolls off the ladder onto his elbows and knees, pushing himself up onto his feet slowly as he gasps for air, his body ravaged with anguish. He grabs the bottom rungs of the ladder that is still standing in the ring, beginning to drag himself up it slowly, his frame barely able to give him the strength to do so. With anguish creeping through every one of his worn out muscles, the bloody Creed agonizes with each rung he climbs, getting closer and closer to the Livewire title which is only just a few feet away. He gets his feet on the ladder finally, using his legs to push himself up as well while the fans stand, putting their hands together, realizing that Nathan could be seconds away from reclaiming his title in this highly emotional match. Jackson isn’t moving as Nathan gets to the very top of the ladder finally, reaching up for his championship at his fingers barely tap the belt. It swings away from him as Nathan bites into his lower lip and extends his hand out for the belt once more with the crowd absolutely screaming.

Dan: Nathan is about to retain his title, he’s about to pull it off the hook!

Mayne: No, nooooo!! This would be an upset of biblical proportions.

Nathan’s hand grabs the title with the fans on their feet when suddenly, a steel chair swings upwards into his private region. Nathan shouts out in anguish as Jackson stands at his side, barely able to hold himself up, but clutching a chair nevertheless. Nathan turns as Adams lifts the chair into the air once more and steps towards him.

Douglas: Oh dammit, Jackson doing exactly what he did at Extinction, assaulting Nathan when he was moments away from grabbing his title belt, I cannot believe this ladies and gentlemen!

Mayne: Oh thank God, thank you, thank you. I’m not a religious man, but I’ve prayed more tonight than I’ve ever done before.

Jackson is about to hit Nathan with the chair when he kicks it right back into the face of Adams. The shot causes him to drop the chair and stumble backwards into the ropes, bouncing off them and coming back in at Nathan who turns and reaches for the belt once more while gripping his lower extremities. Adams places his hands to the side of the ladder though and shoves it over sideways, sending Nathan flying off the top of it and over the ropes. The entire arena screams in shock as Nathan crashes side first into the ladder that he set up earlier stretched over the barricade and the apron. He bashes off the rungs violently as the ladder flips up onto it’s side, Nathan smashing into the mats with devastating force. The entire crowd is standing, cupping their mouths in complete shock over what they just witnessed, the incredibly nasty bump Nathan’s body just took with that ladder.

Douglas: OH MY GOOOOODDD, Nathan may be dead, that was the nastiest bump I’ve ever seen!

Mayne: I’ve, I’ve, I’ve never seen something like that before, ever! Nathan went flying from the top of one ladder, straight onto the one he had elevated above the ring and stretched across the barricade the apron. Talk about sick!

The crowd is still in shock, starting a “holy shit” chant again as Jackson grabs the ladder in his dazed state and stands it up under the title once more. Adams leans against he rungs for support while Nathan lies on the outside mats, not moving an inch after the incredibly nasty collision his body just took. With glazed over eyes Jackson begins to pull himself up the ladder, sweat spilling from his battered body as he gets closer and closer to the title. The fans are outraged as they begin to throw cups at him from the outside of the ring.

Dan: No, come on, don’t tell me, don’t tell me Adams is about to win this thing, get up Nathan, get up!

Mayne: Climb Adams, climb!

Nathan begins to stir somehow on the outside of the ring, getting onto his side and crawling desperately towards the ring as Adams gets to the top of the ladder, reaching up with his battered body for the Livewire title. He grabs a hold of it and begins to pull on the strap with the fans screaming when Nathan falls over at ringside, not able to even get up to stop him. Suddenly Jackson pulls the title down off the hook, everyone booing loudly as Adams wins the match and now becomes the Livewire Champion.

Douglas: Noooo, Jackson Adams has just won the Livewire title!

Mayne: Yes, yes, yes!! He won it, he won it, this is a glorious, glorious day for all of us supporters of Jackson Adams. A new Livewire Champion, a new Champion here at Retribution!!

The fans are still furious, pelting the ring with objects as Adams begins to turn, sitting himself on the top of the ladder, his body badly banged up and the title draped over his forearm. Adams almost seems to be crying as he looks into the Livewire title belt, putting it across both arms and holding it up to his face before he begins to laugh diabolically.

Dan: I cannot believe Jackson Adams has regained the Livewire Championship here tonight, you have got to believe that this issue is not over between himself and Nathan Creed.

Mayne: Jackson Adams is undefeated in the ladder match Dan, and he’s won the Livewire title in back to back ladder matches. This man may be the king of the ladder match, hahahaha. I’m so giddy, nothing can spoil this night now.

Dan: Well I’m disgusted, because Adams just did the same thing to Nathan that he did back at Extinction, stole the victory right when Creed was seconds away from retaining his title. This one is not over ladies and gentlemen.

Adams holds the belt up to his face and kisses it before pulling it away and holding it above his head with a gigantic grin on his face. Nathan rests at ringside, looking up at him in a groggy state, blood dripping down his face and obvious rage brewing within him.


AN EPIC ENDING TO AN EPIC RIVALRY


With a straight forward glare the camera opens upon none other than Orlando Cruze, there comes a great deal of cheers from the sold out arena at the mere sight of him, the Icon, the former three time World Heavyweight Champion. He sits upon a bench, staring off into space, not fully dressed for in ring competition. He is focused, determined and driven like never before as he remains seated, staring past the wall as he contemplates his future. Into the camera’s frame now strolls Kloe, who overlooks her man with a sort of dread, obviously concerned over his appearance. Nevertheless she slides into the bench next to him and places her hands on his shoulders, Cruze failing to even turn in order to acknowledge her.

Kloe: Orlando, is there something wrong sweety? You don’t look yourself.

Orlando leans back in his bench and finally turns to stare at his adoring love.

Orlando: To be completely honest with you Kloe, there is something wrong.

Kloe: Well, tell me about it, don’t keep it bottled up inside...

Orlando seems to be having a bit of trouble expressing himself as he cups his hands over his mouth and leans forward with his elbows to his knees.

Orlando: I don’t know what it is Kloe, but I’ve got this feeling in me that I’ve never experienced before. It’s like something is different about tonight, something I haven’t felt in a very long time, not since my matches with Desolation. Something about tonight, just doesn’t feel right about stepping into the ring with Johnny Kingdom and finally ending the bad blood between us.

Kloe rubs Orlando’s back affectionately.

Kloe: I hate myself for asking this, but are you scared?

The words seem to strike Orlando deeper than a dagger would plunged into his spine as he turns to stare deeply into the eyes of Kloe.

Cruze: You know, maybe I am a little, but not of Johnny Kingdom, but of the ramifications that can come from this match. It could either lead to me being taken seriously again and finally getting the World title opportunity that has been denied to me for years now, or it could put me down even further on the totem pole. I know I’ve beaten Johnny time and time again, but like I said, something about tonight just seems different, it isn’t the same. I’m not facing the same man I’ve beaten so many times in the past, and also by ending this, who am I going to have left to bash every week in some of my verbal tirades? Rather I win, or I lose tonight, things are going to change in the ULW and in my life, and I’m not sure how to handle it.....

Kloe rubs the side of Orlando’s cheek with her hand before pulling his head into a kiss on the lip. They interlock only for a second before Kloe pulls away and slaps the side of Cruze’s face rather hard, leaving Orlando shocked.

Kloe: Will you snap out of it already? So what if you and Johnny have been feuding for years, so what if you guys hate each other more than anything in the world. Who cares if things will change, change is good baby.

A defiant Kloe stands up and points towards the door with intensity in her eyes.

Kloe: Go out there and do what you do Cruze, and that’s win dammit!

Orlando looks up at Kloe with a slight grin on his face, before it is replaced with the same time of intensity he sees from her. With passion Orlando stands up and turns towards Kloe.

Orlando: Your right, now let’s go end this thing, once and for all.

Cruze takes Kloe’s hand in his as they begin to march towards the ring.

Kloe: Wow, if your this motivated now, I can’t wait to see how you’ll be later tonight.


WELCOME HOME JOHNNY


With a thunderous reaction descending over the crowd, the fans respond to the sight of the Team Leader and former year long World Champion Johnny Kingdom sauntering casually through the backstage corridor. He clearly is making his way towards the ring as he finishes preparations on his clothing, bitting off the end of his wrist tape then pushing it down. Clearly Kingdom is very focused on his match at hand as he slams his fist into the palm of his open hand, imaging what he’ll do to Orlando Cruze in just a few moments from now. While moving forward, pass several people however, one jumps straight out in front of him. Kingdom takes a step back as none other than “Jumpin” Jimmy Pruitt, hops between feet, looking back and forth energetically.

Pruitt: Hey, your Johnny Kingdom right?

The Team Leader sternly eyeballs the young gentleman, who is glaring at him with great excitement in his eyes and a large grin.

Johnny: Yeeeaahhhh.

Jimmy: Great, I just wanted to introduce myself to a legend that use to know Poppa Cherry Gregory Clark, my all time hero. It would be an honor to shake hands with you Johnny.....

Jimmy enthusiastically sticks his hand out towards Kingdom, who glances down at it and then raises his eyes to stare into the face of the hyped up Pruitt.

Johnny: Uh, no thanks.

Kingdom continues on, leaving a shocked Pruitt, who’s hand is still stuck out. He appears stunned that Johnny didn’t shake it so now opts to wipe his nose with his palm instead. Kingdom appears baffled by the unusual presence of Pruitt before he continues onward down the corridor. He once again begins to concentrate on taping up his wrist when a loud burp is heard, none other than Bitchcakes McPhee staggering into the camera’s frame and placing his arm over the shoulders of Johnny. He leans against him while holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

Bitchcakes: Hey buddy, how’s it going, I haven’t seen you in forever man....

Bitchcakes states in a highly slurred voice while Johnny’s eyebrow raises.

Bitchcakes: How come you haven’t called or wrote, or showed up at the bar to have a few beers with me lately brother?

Doing a double take before he responds, Kingdom finally replies in an anxious manner.

Johnny: Mother fucker, I don’t even know who you are.

Bitchcakes, who was using Kingdom as a crutch to remain standing, now takes a step back and sticks his hand out.

McPhee: Oh, I see how it is, too good for us regular folk anymore, huh!?! You think your something special because you’ve got your bald head, and your fancy wrist tape. Why do you turn the lights out when we make love!?!

The highly intoxicated Bitchcakes falls into Kingdom chest first, actually weeping as Johnny’s eyes shift back and forth. He finally reaches up and places his hand over the face of the emotional alcoholic, shoving him backwards. McPhee falls over back first into a stack of boxes, all of them crumbling under his body while his legs kick up high into the air. As Johnny starts to walk on, Bitchcakes raises his bottle into the air.

McPhee: And I still didn’t spill any liquor!

Johnny shakes his head while continuing down the corridor, taking a deep long breath as he continues marching onward. Suddenly, Lil D now rushes into the camera’s frame, stopping in front of Johnny with the Anarchy title in hand, looking back and forth in a panic before he finally spots the Team Leader lurking before him.

Lil D: Hey buddy, I need your help, all these people are after me and my Anarchy title, you’ve got to hide me somewhere and quick. Tell me where to go.

Johnny stares at him in confusion for a moment before he looks towards the ceiling and begins to shake his head.

Johnny: What did I ever do to deserve this. Was it the time that I kicked AWOL down a flight of stairs?

Kingdom slowly looks down at a terrified Little D, constantly looking over his shoulder in fear for his life.

Kingdom: You know what pal, I’ll help you the best way I know how.

Kingdom puts his fingers in between his lips and unleashes a loud whistle for anyone in the vicinity to hear. A panic stricken Little D glares over his shoulder as shouting can be heard coming from the end of the hallway.

There he is, get him....

Little D turns and rushes around Johnny, who smirks slightly and starts forward. However, before he can move on, Rusty Cage charges by with a Singapore cane in hand, followed by Donovan Cage who is also after Little D. Behind him rushes Bob who has Mr. Narrator scurrying behind him in the direction of the Anarchy Champion. Kingdom watches them all rush away before he turns towards the camera and sighs slowly.

Kingdom: Nice to see things haven’t changed around here.

He continues to progress towards the ring with the fans cheering loudly in the background, realizing that his match with Orlando Cruze is just a few moments away.


ORLANDO CRUZE VS. JOHNNY KINGDOM
ICON VS. TEAM LEADER


The show comes back to the ring, with the fans very excited, very pumped, very energetic for what is about to come up next.

Dan: Billy, I cannot tell you how excited I am about the next impending match up, one that has been years in the making as a matter of fact.

Mayne: That’s right, this match is so huge, this match has so much history behind it, we couldn’t even hope to contain it within a video package, unless we all wanted to sit here and watch a twenty minute highlight reel.

Douglas: Indeed, this match dates way back to almost the beginning of the ULW, when Orlando Cruze and Johnny Kingdom took an immediate disliking of one another.

Mayne: Disliking would be the nicest way to put it Dan.

Dan: Indeed, it all really started the first time the two met in a tag team match against one another, in which Kingdom was victorious, and from there it’s only escalated. These two men have only met in a singles match once in their entire careers, and it was one that ended in a great deal of controversy. But we won’t be seeing that here tonight, because this thing is going to end fair and decisive once and for all.

Billy: That’s right, no interruptions, no screwy finishes, this thing ends, and it ends tonight in a historic ULW one on one match up. But no video packages, no more stalling, let’s do this thing, and let’s do this thing right now.

The rampway is filled with smoke emanating from behind the curtain as Run by Snow Patrol hits over the speakers system. Orlando walks from behind the curtain and through the smoke looking left and then right, before lifting his arm in the air as an explosion rocks the arena. At his side strolls Kloe, who glares about as well, appearing very serious, determined to offer her man the proper support in this big match up. He walks down the rampway confidently before sliding through the ropes. Pyro hits the ring as Orlando climbs a turnbuckle and holds his arm aloft once more. Kloe remains on the outside of the ring, clapping her hands and glaring at her man, realizing how important this match is for him as he drops down off the cables. He turns to eye the entry way, looking more passionate than ever before as he crouches down, exercising his hamstrings in preparation for the long haul. He appears as intense as a caged animal, ready to snap at anything that passes in front of him.

Douglas: And here he is Billy, the man determined to get his name back on the map, focused on becoming a Champion yet again in the ULW, and spring boarding to a title opportunity by defeating one of his greatest all time rivals.

Mayne: I know what people will say, that it hasn’t been the greatest build up to this match over the past two weeks, but we don’t need two weeks of build up after the years of hatred that have passed between both of these men. I’ve never seen more bad blood boil between two in ring veterans.

Dan: Agreed, and just when we thought we’d never see these two collide, Cruze baits Kingdom out of retirement and we get the dream match that absolutely everyone has been waiting for.

The crowd is really motivated, anxious to witness this thing finally go down as is Cruze, who hasn’t taken his eyes off the entry way since he arrived in the ring. That tantalizing theme, "Wake Up", suddenly bursts the seams of the sound speakers, and leaking into a flood of cheers we get a reaction from the fans. Flash bulbs explode as the red curtain that dangles in the entranceway parts, and out steps the Team Leader: JOHNNY KINGDOM. As the fans stand to greet him properly, he smiles, telling everyone that tonight is going to be another fabulous night. His shirt reads POOR XAVIER in bold white letters; his pants are black with gold weaving down either side. No fancy pyrotechnics follow him as he heads down the ramp and into the ringside area - His feet seem to crash down on the rampway as the fans\' cheers pick up even more, the pure weight of his greatness increasing his own weight by pounds and pounds. The Team Leader arrives in front of the ring, and steps to the center of the ring. He stares straight into the eyes of the hungry Orlando, who is more driven and passionate that seemingly ever before to make the most important point of his life.

Douglas: Listen to these fans Billy, they are absolutely excited, maybe even more than me to see Johnny Kingdom out of retirement and standing in the ring with Orlando Cruze, moments away from battling him one on one.

Mayne: This has historic written all over it Dan. This could have been a Paranoia main event, but instead we’re seeing it as one of the triple main events here tonight at Retribution. I’m so anxious I can almost pee my pants. Oops, forget that almost part.

Dan: Thanks for the brief warning.

Billy: Can you blame me, Johnny friggin Kingdom is standing in the ring right now!

The fans are on their feet, buzzing with absolute, pure excitement as both Johnny Kingdom and Orlando Cruze finally stand face to face one on one in a pay-per-view setting. No restrictions, no interference, ready to take it to one another for the final time as they hesitantly begin to creep forward towards one another. Orlando and Johnny reach out with their hands, their fingers tapping one another’s as they prepare for a Greco Knuckle Lock. Both men stand up though and back away, rethinking their strategy until they no longer hesitate, rushing into a collar elbow tie. They begin to push on one another with all of their strength when both men kneel down, still tied up in the collar elbow submission, unable to get the advantage over their opponent. The two stand up with the collar elbow still established as Orlando begins to use brute strength to push Kingdom backwards into the ropes.

Johnny’s spine hits the cables as Orlando leans into him with the hold, the official stepping in and starting a five count. He reaches four before Cruze breaks the collar elbow and backs up slowly, glaring at Kingdom almost condescendingly, Kloe cheering him on from the outside. Kingdom gives Orlando a conniving glare as they both step back to the center of the ring, yet again tying up in the collar elbow lock. They push on one another, jockeying for positioning, but neither man finding the advantage that they are looking for. Kingdom is now the aggressor though, shoving Orlando forcefully back first into the turnbuckle, and holding them there while both men are still tied up in the hold. The official steps in and starts another five count before Johnny breaks the hold almost immediately. He steps back and then slaps the taste out of Cruze’s mouth, resulting in a huge chorus of boos from the sold out crowd.

Dan: And the first signs of disrespect shown by Johnny Kingdom in this contest, slapping Orlando like he were nothing.

Mayne: Hahahaha, it’s so great to have Johnny back tonight for this match, only he can bring such a large smile to my face.

Douglas: Him or a vibrator.

Billy: WHAT!?!

Johnny steps back with a grin on his face as Orlando rubs his jaw, turning to stare at him in a bit of anger. He places his hands on his hips and steps out of the corner, nodding his head, obviously not amused by the antics of Kingdom, who has turned to stare out into the crowd.

Fans: FUCK HIM UP ORLANDO, FUCK HIM UP, FUCK HIM UP ORLANDO, FUCK HIM UP!

The gaze of the former year long World Champion shifts back and forth to the fans as he sticks a finger up to his mouth and shouts, “shhhh,” only to make their reaction even louder. Orlando just shakes his head with his fists on his hips before he finally steps forward in the direction of his arch nemesis, both men beginning to reach out with their hands yet again. They tie up this time in the Greco Knuckle lock and immediately begin to push against one another, trying to find that ever illusive advantage. Finally Orlando steps to the side of Johnny and begins to push him over backwards with all of his upper body strength. Johnny begins to be bridged over backwards, refusing to be taken off of his feet as the back of his hands are pressed to the canvas. They are held down by Cruze in this Greco Knuckle Lock, as Johnny finds himself bridging completely over backwards with the top of his head being the only thing that keeps his shoulders off the canvas.

Cruze uses his foot to the kick out one of Johnny’s wheels, causing him to crash onto his back as the Icon tries to push his shoulders down to the canvas with the Greco Knuckle lock. Johnny keeps one of his shoulders off the canvas though as Orlando sticks out of his knee and puts it on his chest, trying his best to force it down. However, the Team Leader refuses to be pinned to the canvas as he now begins to utilize his own strength to push himself upwards. He bridges back up onto his feet and turns towards Orlando with the Greco Knuckle Lock still applied before he kicks away one of the hands of Cruze. He then swings around under the other arm of Orlando, placing him in the arm ringer submission. Orlando shouts out in pain as Kingdom really twists at the wrist and his forearm.

Mayne: A nice showing of strength by Kingdom, going right into that arm ringer submission.

Douglas: We’re going to see a lot of this Billy, a lot of feeling out between these two like we’ve seen in their previous encounters. Neither man wants to rush into anything and give their opponent a decisive advantage.

Orlando drops to a knee as the pain really shoots through his arm before he stands up and begins to scramble around the canvas. He then drops into a forward roll and gets back up onto his feet, yet is still being held in the arm ringer by a determined Johnny Kingdom. With quickness and great agility, Orlando bridges over backwards onto the top of his head and then swings his body around from that bridging position to face Johnny. A confused Kingdom has his hands slapped away by Orlando who rises to his feet quickly before delivering another vicious slap directly across the cheek of the Team Leader. The crowd erupts into a huge wave of cheers as Johnny is knocked into a backwards scramble, being sent stumbling into the turnbuckle as he wraps his hand around his jaw. The crowd is all going nuts as Cruze tilts his head, glaring at Johnny and mouthing off, Kingdom rubbing his jaw and checking inside of his mouth to make sure all of his teeth are still perfectly aligned.

Mayne: How dare he disrespect Kingdom like that!

Douglas: Are you shitting me? Johnny did the same thing to Orlando and you didn’t say a damn thing about it.

Billy: Yeah, but that’s because I like Kingdom.

Douglas: Um,.I have no response to that whatsoever.

Johnny is still rubbing his jaw before he steps away from the turnbuckle, Orlando motioning for him to step in and to get this thing started for real. Kingdom nods as he begins to approach the crafty in ring veteran, both former World Champions reluctantly tying up in another collar elbow lock. Before they have time to jockey for positioning, Orlando pulls the head of Kingdom down directly into the side headlock submission. Johnny backs him up into the ropes quickly, bouncing Cruze off the cables and then launching him off across the ring. With confidence Kingdom steps to the center of the ring as Orlando bounces off the opposite ropes then charges back in, connecting with a shoulder block that sends the Team Leader crashing hard into the canvas across his back. The Icon begins to step towards Johnny who rolls away as fast as he can, getting onto his posterior and scooting backwards into the ropes. He leans against them back first while lifting his hands into the air, calling for a time out to nothing but scornful boos from the sold out crowd.

Orlando shakes his head and demands he get up to face him while Johnny just smiles widely, rising right to his feet and stepping casually forward in the direction of his arch rival. They begin to reach out in order to interlock hands in a Greco Knuckle tie, one set of fingers locking up when Cruze immediately steps around behind the back of Johnny. He wraps his arms around his waist, placing him in a textbook reverse waist lock hold, but Kingdom blocks it by reaching down and placing his arms around one of Cruze’s. He keeps his hands from interlocking in front of his waist and ppulls the arm away from his gut, turning to face the Icon. Johnny swings around under his arm, placing it in a ringer once more before he changes the submission up quickly into the hammerlock. He steps behind the back of Orlando and keeps the submission tightly applied as Cruze tries his best to escape it. Before he has the chance though, Johnny uses his energy to force Orlando downward and into the canvas. He is laid out across it with Johnny resting on his knees at his side, keeping the hammerlock firmly established.

Douglas: Some great pure wrestling between these two. It’s nice to see this type of match following the brutality of the tables, ladders and chairs match we just witnessed a few moments ago.

Mayne: This is pointless though Dan, at least for Cruze, if he’s trying to best Johnny in the art of technical wrestling, then he’s an absolute idiot. Johnny is the best purest in the country if you ask me.

Douglas: Which would explain why nobody asked you.

Johnny is still holding onto the submission tightly when Orlando begins to force himself upwards, trying to get out of the hold. As both men reach their feet, Orlando puts his legs back, placing them around the ankle of Kingdom and then drop toe holding him forward into the canvas. Cruze gets out of the hammerlock as Johnny slams into the ring, Orlando turning and jumping over the body of Kingdom as he wraps his arm around his neck, placing him in the side headlock almost immediately. Without warning though, Johnny pulls his head free and grabs the arm of Cruze, folding it up behind his back yet again into the hammerlock submission. Orlando is spread across the canvas with Johnny on his knees, once again holding him in that laid out hammerlock.

Orlando begins to force his way upwards though, trying his best to escape the hammerlock as both men get to their feet. Kingdom has it tightly applied when Orlando stands up in front of him, bending his knees as he lowers down. He then stands up and lowers down again, before standing up and dropping down to the canvas, rolling forward out of the hammerlock as Johnny just stands there with a non too impressed expression on his face. Kingdom crosses his arms over his chest and grins while Orlando stands up and glares straight at him from across the ring. The crowd is putting their hands together at the sight of this, excited at the sight of the chain wrestling they’ve witnessed thus far in what is turning into a sensational match.

Douglas: Both men finding themselves in a standoff after what has been a great series of counters between the two of them. These two are just so evenly matched, so evenly skilled that it’s a wonder we had to wait this long to see them clash one on one in a pay-per-view atmosphere.

Mayne: The reason it took so long was because Orlando has always been beneath Kingdom. Johnny has never had anything to prove to a guy like Orlando, because he already knows just how much better he is than him.

Douglas: That’s not what we’re seeing here thus far. This has been very back and forth throughout.

Johnny Kingdom and Orlando Cruze finally begin to approach one another yet again, their hands hesitantly creeping upward into the air. They begin to interlock fingers with one another in the Greco knuckle tie once more, still feeling one another out in this game of human chess. As they interlock both sets of hands, the two legends begin to jockey for position once more, placing their chests to one another as they grind against each other, trying to find that one pivotal move to lock in a hold. With great quickly, Kingdom reaches out with his legs though, wrapping them around the knee joint of Cruze and drop toe holding him forward into the canvas. Kingdom slides around now and drops onto his knees in front of the head of Orlando, slapping on a front gantry with cat like reflexes. The face of Cruze begins to turn a shade of red as Kingdom has him firmly locked in this hold with all of his upper body strength.

With sweat already beginning to form on the body of Orlando, he begins to shove his way upward, almost getting to his feet and forcing Johnny onto his as well. Orlando tries to swing his body around out of the hold, but can’t as Kingdom keeps his arm locked around his neck. He tries quickly to drop to the canvas but Kingdom pulls him back up still holding him in the textbook front gantry. Suddenly Cruze reaches out with his arms, wrapping them around the back of Johnny’s leg and pulling it up into the air. He falls onto his back, breaking the gantry as Cruze lifts the leg into the air and begins to turn the Team Leader over. He is pushed onto the side of his face and chest as Orlando holds him in an elevated Boston Leg Crab, sticking his foot out and placing it on the back of Johnny’s head. The crowd claps with appreciation at the brutal angle in which Cruze is holding Kingdom at, keeping the leg crab cinched in and grinding his foot into the side of the face of the Team Leader.

Johnny pushes the foot away but Orlando puts right back in place. The angry Team Leader shoves the foot off again only for him to put it right back on top of his ear. Kingdom now scrambles across the ring on his forearms, reaching out and grabbing the bottom rope to boos from the sold out crowd. The ref initiates his five count yet again as Orlando finally breaks the hold and steps in reverse, getting all fired up, very emotional. He seems to really want to get this thing cooking as Kingdom sits up and glares at him, rubbing his ear in pain, still not appearing impressed. The Team Leader rises to his feet as once again both men begin to circle one another, looking for their opening. They step forward and wrap up in a collar elbow tie once more only for Orlando to pull the head of Kingdom down into the side headlock once more. Just like earlier Kingdom charges Cruze back first into the ropes, bouncing him off the cables and sending him rushing across the ring. Orlando bounces off and comes back in as Johnny leap frogs him, Cruze continuing across the ring into the opposite set of ropes.

Orlando strikes those and comes charging back in when Johnny falls onto his back and gets his feet up into the gut of the Icon, monkey tossing him through the air and sending him crashing hard onto the canvas across his upper spine. Orlando turns onto his knees, reaching for the back of his neck and yelling out in anguish. He forces himself up onto his feet though, both men going vie a vie, refusing to be bested by the other.

Douglas: Another stare down between these two, as these athletes really just trying to find something that works against their opponent.

Mayne: Yeah, this is just like the lengthy feeling out process we saw between Kingdom and Cruze in the LoS finale, hopefully this match won’t conclude in the same fashion as that one though.

Johnny Kingdom and Orlando Cruze both step towards one another and once again find themselves in the collar elbow lock, still trying to show who the better in ring technician is it seems. Kingdom pushes the arms down though and steps to the side of Orlando’s head, wrapping his arms around it and beginning to twist his neck violently with the cravat. A mixed reaction pours through the lips of the fans surprisingly as Kingdom really applies the pressure with this hold, he turns though and places him yet again into the front gantry. With a quick snap, Kingdom falls backwards, pulling Orlando over onto the canvas across his back as Johnny floats over onto his chest. He pulls the head and shoulders of Orlando off the canvas as he keeps him in the front gantry, really tightening the submission.

Orlando reaches up with his arms, wrapping one around the neck of Johnny and the other around his thigh. He pushes Kingdom off his chest and over his head, the Team Leader being placed on the canvas across his back while Orlando bridges up off the ring in reverse. He is pinning Kingdom’s shoulders to the canvas as Kingdom keeps his arm wrapped around the neck of the Icon. Johnny keeps one of his shoulders off the ring though, so that he isn’t being pinned before the Icon flips over backwards out of the bridging position. He comes down on top of Johnny, hooking his leg and placing him in the pinning predicament.

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Johnny keeps his arm wrapped around the neck of Orlando and pulls him back over onto the ring across his back. Johnny turns so that he is on top of the chest of Cruze, pulling his head up into the air and locking it in the gantry still. The circulation to the skull of the former three time champion seems to be really wearing him down as he tries to turn around onto his hands and knees. Kingdom swings around off his chest and keeps him in the front gantry submission, facing the Icon who is trying to push his way upward slowly. Quickly Kingdom breaks the front gantry though, standing up and stepping to the side of the Icon before he comes down with a hard knee straight into the side of his face. Cruze grabs his head and rolls across the ring, looking to be in quite a bit of anguish as Johnny methodically steps in. He wraps his arms around the neck of Orlando, pulling him up to his feet and grabbing his wrist before he whips him with force into the turnbuckle.

Orlando turns and smacks into the corner hard across his back before Johnny rushes in with a great burst of speed and jumps into the air, delivering a double flying knee directly to the sternum of Cruze. The Icon almost collapses out of the corner as Johnny lands in front of him, immediately wrapping his arms around his neck, snapmaring him away from the turnbuckle. Orlando flips over, landing on his seat when Johnny rushes out of the corner and delivers a hard, stiff dropkick straight to the back of his neck. Orlando wraps his hands around his head once more, rolling onto his knees and looking to be in some serious anguish.

Mayne: Hahaha, look at this Dan, Kingdom controlling this match now, just wearing down Orlando.

Douglas: Johnny does enjoy being in this position of dominance and power.

Billy: Uh, duh’, who doesn’t? That’s like saying an apple enjoys being red.

Orlando rolls to the center of the ring, still gripping his neck as Johnny steps in and, grabbing him around the head. He pulls him up onto his knees then forces him to his feet while gripping one of the wrists of the Icon. The former year long champ swings around under the arm of Cruze and then places his head under the armpit of the Icon, still keeping a hold of his wrist. He now places his leg around behind one of Orlando’s and begins to push Cruze over backwards. The crowd squeals as Orlando is bent at a very awkward angle at the back, with his arm being trapped behind the head of Kingdom as he shoves his upper body in reverse. Cruze shouts out in anguish as he is being placed in this intense hold, yet refuses to tap out. All of a sudden Kingdom breaks the hold though and drops down behind Orlando, catching the back of his trunks and rolling him up into a school boy. Instead of putting him in a pin he grabs the leg of Cruze and pushes him over onto his chest and stomach, then dives forward, grabbing his arm, placing it between his knees and locking in the Lesson in Leadership (Crossface).

The fans erupt into a wave of shock as Johnny pulls back on his head with all of his strength, at the same time ripping at his arm in the crossface.

Mayne: The Lesson in Leadership already!

Orlando digs the finger nails of his free hand into the canvas and immediately scrambles towards the ropes, reaching out and grabbing the bottom one. The fans still act stunned to have seen the crossface busted out so earlier and out of nowhere in this match as the official starts his obligatory five count. Reaching four is when Kingdom breaks the hold and rolls away from Cruze, who begins to crawl towards one of the corners. Johnny stands up, slapping his hands together and shouting that Orlando tapped out, but the official doesn’t seem stupid enough to fall for it as Orlando finds his back pressed against one of the corners. Johnny begins to step towards him, prepared to dish out even a little more punishment when Cruze stands up and steps forward, connecting with a hard European Uppercut. The shot staggers Johnny, causing him to stumble backwards while the fans begin to get behind the fired up Cruze. Johnny suddenly swings away with his leg though, connecting with a shin kick to the back of Cruze’s knee, causing him to collapse onto his back hard. He rolls across the ring, spilling under the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Orlando staggers into the barricade, leaning on it for support while holding the back of his neck and finding some pain in his leg. Johnny slides through the ropes, taking his dear old time as he drops onto the mats beside Orlando, wrapping his hands around his head. He drags Cruze towards the ring, pulling his head back and slamming him hard into the apron face first, the collision being rather brutal and echoing throughout the arena. Orlando begins to stagger backwards, holding his jaw when Kingdom wraps his arms around his neck from behind, placing him in almost a modified sleeper. The Team Leader drops down, pulling Cruze violently across the back of his neck directly into his knee. The crowd shouts out in shock as Orlando grabs the back of his head, shouting in anguish from the collision as Johnny stomps him to the noggin then pulls him to his feet. He rolls Cruze quickly under the ropes back into the ring before he jumps onto the apron and looks out over the booing fans.

Johnny: Did you miss me!?!

The fans become even more vindictive as Johnny begins to chuckle, sliding through the ropes back into the ring quickly. Orlando is trying his best to get back to his feet as he pushes himself up into the crawling position. Johnny steps in though and stomps at the back of his head once more before grabbing him around the neck. He pulls him up almost in the cravat before dropping him down face first into his knee. His nose was completely exposed and bashes hard off the knee cap of Kingdom, who stands up, keeping him in the cravat. Once again he drops Orlando face first into his knee, then stands up and does the same thing again. The crowd groaning with each hard collision Orlando’s face takes with the knee of Kingdom, who stands up and turns the cravat into a front gantry, dropping back into a snap DDT. Orlando is planted into the canvas violently across the top of his head before he rolls onto his back, Kingdom crawling into the cover, hooking his leg.

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Orlando gets his shoulder up off the canvas, kicking out with his remaining energy.

Dan: Johnny still finding himself in firm control of this contest Billy, I’m surprised how well he’s taking it to the Icon here after he’s been out of action for so many months.

Mayne: Johnny is like fine wine, he just gets better with age Dan, especially when he’s not used for a long period of time.

Orlando is still holding his face as Johnny grabs him around the neck, pulling him over onto his knees. Without warning Cruze launches a hard right into the gut of Kingdom, then does it once more, before connecting with a third brutal shot. Johnny is knocked over forward as Cruze gets to his feet, seemingly fired up a bit. He grabs the wrist of Kingdom, whipping him across the ring into the ropes back first, which he bounces off of before coming back in at Orlando, who bends forward to catch him. Johnny jumps over the back of Cruze, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him over into a sunset flip.

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Cruze kicks out, rolling over into a crawling position as Kingdom gets up and dives forward, delivering a double axehandle to the back of his neck. Orlando grabs his head, shouting out in pain as Kingdom rises to his feet with a confident swagger to him while approaching Cruze. He grabs him around the neck, pulling him to his feet and then flicking him completely blatantly directly to the eye and shoving him off back first into the corner. The official admonishes Kingdom for using the eye poke as Johnny points at one of the fans in the front row, insinuating that they threw something that got in Cruze’s eye. The official doesn’t believe one bit of it as Kingdom approaches Cruze, who launches his foot into the air, driving it into the gut of Kingdom. He then kicks him again to the gut, followed by one more boot shot to his abdomen.

Johnny is now bent forward when Cruze steps out of the corner and blasts him brutally under the jaw with a European Uppercut. The shot knocks Kingdom off of his feet, sending him crashing into the canvas before he rolls over and rises to his feet. As soon as he does, Orlando swings around, planting his forearm into the jaw of Johnny, knocking him down to the ring yet again. Johnny crashes into the canvas hard before he tries to stand up a third time. As soon as he does, Orlando slaps him across one side of the face and then does it to the other cheek as well, before stepping around behind his back, dominating this match now. He interlocks his hands and places both forearms to both sides of Kingdom’s face, pulling back on his head while standing behind his back. The Icon almost has him in a rear chin lock but breaks it in order to grab the arms of Kingdom and place them over his knees, then places his hands around the face of the Team Leader once more. He now has him in a modification of the camel clutch, which has Johnny shouting in pain as both forearms are grinded across his face.

Mayne: Come on Kingdom fight it, fight it.

Douglas: It’s kind of hard to fight having your face basically ripped off with the forearms of Cruze.

Orlando really has the submission locked in before he opts to try and surprise Johnny. He releases his jaw and keeps the arms over his knees before falling over sideways, pulling Johnny out of the kneeling base and onto the back of his shoulders. Orlando’s shins are resting on top of the front of Kingdom’s shoulders, forcing him down into the pinning predicament.

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Kingdom kicks out of that pinning predicament much to the dismay of many of the fans, who seem strangely confused over who to support in this contest. A battered Team Leader falls over onto his chest and stomach, reaching for his neck as he was placed in that modified camel clutch, Orlando standing up and swooping in as fast as he can. He steps onto the back of Johnny’s legs, placing them around his own in a surfboard position as he stands up, looking around at the fans. They all begin to put their hands together as they realize what Orlando is setting up for, the Icon nodding with a smirk on his face while Johnny makes a cross motion in front of his chest, praying the hold won’t be too painful. Cruze reaches down and grabs both of his wrists though, lifting them into the air and then dropping backwards onto his seat. He pulls Johnny up into the surfboard submission, but wrenches on his wrists to pull Kingdom over backwards into a bridge. Cruze wraps his arm around the neck of Johnny, placing him in a dragon sleeper while stuck in the surfboard position, the entire arena shocked at the brutal angle in which the body of the Team Leader is being twisted.

The submission finds Johnny shouting out in pain while his body is contorted disgustingly by the former 3 time World Champion. The Icon is really holding onto the dragon sleeper as h e keeps Kingdom bridged over backwards out of the hold, the Team Leader looking for any possible means of escape. He reaches up with his hands though and digs them into the eyes of Cruze, who begins to shout out in anguish as he is forced to break the hold, Kingdom collapsing forward onto the canvas. Johnny gasps for air while Orlando falls onto his back, taking several deep breaths himself. Outrage fills his face though as Kloe throws emotional support behind him, demanding he keep on Kingdom. The frustrated Orlando steps up to Johnny, grabbing his arm and dragging his weakened body up onto his feet before swinging around under his bicep. He grips the wrist of Kingdom and lifts his arm up into the air as it is positioned over the top of the shoulder of the Icon. He drags the bicep of Kingdom down violently directly on top of his shoulder, Johnny shouting out in pain while Cruze keeps a hold of his wrist. He pushes the arm of Johnny up into the air once more and pulls it down bicep first hard across his shoulder, almost breaking it in this position. Johnny is shouting out at the top of his lungs as Orlando keeps a hold of his wrist and spins around to face Kingdom now, underhooking both of his arms. Cruze drops back into a double arm suplex, slamming the body of Johnny into the canvas before he floats over quickly into the cover.

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Johnny gets his shoulder off the canvas, turning onto his side in an absolutely exhausted state. Orlando refuses to give him any time to rest though, attacking the battered arm like a fish hot his pray. He grabs the arm of Johnny, folding it up behind his back into the hammerlock and placing his knee on top of it to hold it in place. Cruze reaches across the upper back of Kingdom and grabs the other wrist of the Team Leader, lifting his free arm up into the air and pulling it towards his shoulder. In turn this puts a tremendous amount of pressure on the shoulder of Kingdom, while his other arm is being held in the hammerlock position by the pumped up Cruze. Orlando places his hand to the elbow of Kingdom and pushes it forward while using his other hand to drag the forearm of the Team Leader towards his body, really stretching out the arm of his rival.

Douglas: Another very creative hold here by Orlando, targeting two arms at once, really working over that bicep he may have injured with those lethal arm breakers over his shoulder.

Mayne: Johnny can still win this match, one armed or not Dan.

Orlando throws a fist into Kingdom’s elbow while keeping it extended up high into the air. He then stands up, taking his knee away from the hammerlocked arm of Kingdom and keeping a hold of the one he has stretched out. Cruze uses it to pull him over onto his back before he folds it over backwards into the hammerlock. Johnny’s palm is placed to the canvas while his arm is folded over backwards, Cruze holding it there as he stands up and looks around at the fans. Violently Cruze drops a knee into the elbow of the arm stuck in the top wrist lock, causing Johnny to wail in pain as he turns away from the Icon. He immediately begins to shake his arm and shout in pain as Cruze looks out over the fans who are cheering him wildly before just shrugging his shoulders. He steps in and drops down, grabbing the battered arm of Kingdom and without warning placing him in his own crossface. Kingdom begins to shout out in pain as he scrambles towards the ropes, sticking his foot out and placing it over the bottom one, the fans booing loudly as a result.

Cruze breaks the hold and rolls away from Kingdom, the fans just as stunned to have seen his crossface locked in as they were earlier when Johnny applied it on Orlando. The Team Leader shakes his arm several times, in great anguish as Orlando steps in and grabs him around the neck, forcing him onto his feet and then burying his shoulder into his spine. Cruze forces Kingdom forward in the direction of the turnbuckle before he hoists him up into the air, sitting him on the top rope with his spine facing the squared circle. The crowd begins to buzz with excitement as Orlando climbs up the turnbuckle behind him, burying his shoulder into his back once more and pulling him up onto his feet. Everyone knows what Cruze is going for, a huge back drop suplex from the top rope as Orlando begins to jump in reverse to connect. Johnny turns his mid-air though, transforming the move into a crossbody, all of his weight coming down on top of Cruze as both men crash into the canvas.

Johnny is stretched across the sternum of Orlando, holding him down in a pinning predicament.

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Cruze rolls backwards, pushing Kingdom over onto his back with Orlando ending up on top of him with a pin of his own.

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Johnny gets his shoulder up, the crowd screaming with shock.

Douglas: A couple of very nice nearfalls right there between Kingdom and Cruze, this match really starting to heat up now.

Billy: And all it took was fifteen minutes to do so.

Orlando, still feeding off his hatred for Kingdom, crawls towards the man with the battered arm, sitting him up on the canvas and then burying his knee deeply into his back. He grabs both the wrists of Johnny, pulling back on his arms while sticking his kneecap hard into the spine of the Team Leader, really rubbing it in there. Kingdom refuses to stay down for long however, even with his arm absolutely writhing in pain as he begins to force himself up onto his feet. He gets to a standing base with his arms still being pulled in reverse and now begins to try and turn his body around out of the submission with all of his strength. Orlando leans forward, placing his forehead to the area between Kingdom’s shoulders in order to hold him in place and keep him from turning out of the hold, still really pulling back on both of the former Champion’s wrists.

Just as Kingdom begins to finally turn around out of it, Orlando pulls back on his arms yet again and forces Johnny to stare forward, still trapped in the hold, still shouting out in absolutely anguish. Yet he still persists in his attempt to turn around out of the submission, beginning to swing around with his frame as Cruze does everything in his power to hold onto the wrists. Johnny finally spins around now though, turning to face Cruze who is still holding both of his wrists, the forearms of the Team Leader crossed over one another. Orlando pushes the wrists away, sending Johnny into a spin when Orlando rushes forward, going for the roaring elbow that he connected with earlier in this contest. Johnny ducks under it though and charges into the ropes behind Cruze, bouncing off and pulling down his elbow pad as he comes rushing back in. Orlando turns around and walks straight into a murderous lariat, the collision almost knocking him inside out as Kingdom falls to his knees afterwards, appearing as if it took just as much out of him to hit it. He grips his injured arm, the same one he used for the lariat, perhaps having further battered it upon this clothesline that has the fans standing and starting a “holy shit” chant just over how devastating it actually was.

Mayne: Johnny with a lariat that almost took the head off of Orlando Cruze!

Douglas: Yes, but it may have injured his arm even further, although it does look like it successfully knocked out the Icon.

Kingdom grips his bicep as he scrambles into the cover, hooking the leg of Orlando.

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Cruze kicks out to a loud mixed reaction, Johnny sitting up with anger obvious in his eyes. Kloe can’t believe what she just saw, her man coming so close to meeting his end in this match. But Johnny could care less of her perspective as well as that of the fans as he rises to his feet and grabs Cruze around the neck, rolling him onto his knees and placing him in a front gantry. Cruze is lifeless after the lariat as Johnny pulls him up onto his feet and signals for the Exodus Finale. The fans rise from their seats as Kingdom begins to hoist Orlando into the air only to shout out in pain, dropping him back down onto his knees. He immediately begins to shake his injured arm which obviously caused him to be unsuccessful in his attempt at the brainbuster DDT.

Billy: Damnit, that arm keeping Kingdom from finishing off Orlando.

Douglas: That must be why Cruze chose to target it in this contest, seeing as he knew Johnny needed that arm to hit his lethal finishing maneuver.

Kingdom steps to the other side of Cruze, using his other arm now to wrap around his neck as he pulls him onto his feet and hoists him up into the air. As he gets him up though, Orlando drives his knee down into the face of Kingdom, causing him to break the attempt at the Exodus Finale as Orlando lands on his feet behind the back of a dazed Johnny. He immediately grabs the injured arm of Kingdom, trying to force him down to the canvas and into the crossface to the shock of those in the arena and to thunderous applause from Kloe. Kingdom is staying on his feet though, turning in circles as he tries to avoid the move he uses to great success as well. Both men keep turning, one fighting to keep out of the submission, and the other fighting to lock it. Suddenly Kingdom swings around with his body, getting behind the back of Orlando and grabbing his arms from behind. He lifts them up as he locks Cruze in the million dollar dream sleeper hold, a submission that hasn’t been seen from Kingdom in a very long time.

The crowd is slapping the barricades in shock as Johnny tries to get it fully locked in with his battered arm only for Cruze to try and fight out of it to the best of his abilities. He reaches up with his free arm and wraps it around the neck of Johnny before dropping onto his seat, pulling the Team Leader down into a hard jaw breaker. Kingdom bounces off and staggers backwards into the ropes, bouncing off before he comes back in at Orlando who falls onto his back from the seated position. He reaches up with his legs, wrapping them around the waist of Kingdom and pulling him down into a forward roll with the pin.

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Both men stand up when Johnny pulls Orlando by the gripped wrist straight into his shoulders, lifting him into the air as he sets up for something big from the fireman’s carry position. Orlando floats around out of it though and lands on his feet behind the back of Kingdom, immediately shoving him forward directly into the ropes. As Kingdom strikes them back first and comes charging in, Orlando jumps into the air, going for a front dropkick. Kingdom catches him on his shoulders though and drops down into a sit-out powerbomb with the pin. The official drops to the canvas and makes the count with the fans on there feet, going nuts.

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Orlando shoots his shoulder off the canvas, turning onto his side in the process while Johnny grabs the stubble of hair on his head in shock.

Douglas: What a series of reversals ladies and gentlemen, between Orlando Cruze and Johnny Kingdom. This match really getting into a fast, feverish pace now as both athletes are kicking it up a notch.

Mayne: They’ve kicked it into turbo Dan, in fact, they’ve broken the damn gear shift off.

Dan: Billy, leave the clever puns to me please.

Johnny stands up and immediately grabs the legs of Cruze, lifting them under his armpits as he attempts to turn Orlando over into some type of submission. Before he can, Orlando drags Kingdom down with his leg strength, directly into a small package.

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Billy: Not this way!

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A loud reaction pours from the sold out arena as Kingdom kicks out at the last second, sitting up on the canvas in a state of shock, the fans thinking Orlando may have had him there for a second. He sits up on the ring in shock as Orlando rolls onto his elbows and knees, trying to will his way upward. Both men reach their feet as Johnny catches Cruze with a kick to the gut, immediately backing him up into the ropes and then whipping him off across the ring with all of his strength. Orlando turns, hitting the cables and coming back in as Johnny steps forward and bends down, catching him against his shoulders and standing up in the fireman’s position once more. Before he can do anything, Orlando counters quickly, wrapping his legs around the arm of Johnny, and tying his own arms around the other one, falling towards the canvas and pulling him over into a crucifix pin.

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Johnny kicks out yet again, but as soon as he does, Orlando scoots around behind his arm and tries to lock in the crossface once more. The fans are electric as Kingdom puts his hand up in front of his jaw, keeping the hands from interlocking around his mouth. Everyone is wondering rather Cruze can get the submission established when Kingdom turns over onto his side, pulling Orlando with him over onto the back of his shoulders, Johnny wrapping his arms around his waist.

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Orlando kicks out by rolling over backwards and wrapping his arm around the neck of Kingdom, bridging him up onto his feet in a reverse DDT position before swinging around into a roll of the dice style front neckbreaker. Kingdom’s head bounces violently off the canvas as Orlando sits up, appearing exhausted, very winded after what has been a hard hitting competition thus far.

Douglas: What action we are seeing between the Team Leader and the Icon, this match has been ages in the making and damned if it hasn’t delivered thus far here tonight.

Mayne: How much longer can these two go at this pace?

Orlando turns towards Johnny and grabs him around the jaw, forcing him up onto his feet before he slaps him across the side of the face again. Johnny is staggered while Kloe is shouting at Orlando to stay on him for the love of God. Feeding off the energy from the crowd, Orlando grabs the wrist of Kingdom and begins to force him backwards towards one of the turnbuckles. As soon as he is placed against it, Cruze buries his shoulder into his gut and lifts him into the air, sitting him on the top rope. Cruze now lifts his hand into the air and slaps it around the throat of the Team Leader, the fans realizing he may be going for that Switchblade Chokeslam. Without warning Kingdom kicks the hand away though, causing Orlando to turn away from him and stagger to the center of the ring as Johnny pulls himself up onto the top rope. Cruze turns to face him when Johnny flies through the air and connects with Orlando’s own Missile Dropkick to his chest. Orlando is knocked from his feet and sent crashing into the canvas with Johnny landing behind him quickly crawling into the cover with the fans going nuts around him.

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Orlando kicks out to cheers from the sold out, crazed crowd, who are shocked to see Cruze get out of one of his own finishing moves. Johnny sits on the canvas, looking just as insane as the fans sound before he turns onto his side and grabs Orlando around the neck, pulling him onto his knees. He shakes off his arm and steps in, wrapping it around the neck of Orlando, setting up for the Exodus Finale for a second time in this contest. He immediately hoists Orlando into the air this time, blocking out the pain in his arm when Orlando counters, wrapping his arm around the neck of Kingdom in mid-air. He shifts his weight and comes down on top of his feet, pulling Kingdom down as well, setting up for a DDT only for Johnny to wrap his arms around his waist and to fall in reverse, connecting with a Northern Lights suplex.

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Orlando kicks out yet again much to the shock of those crammed into the arena. Kingdom gets to his knees, foaming at the mouth already as he stomps Orlando to the back of the head several times, and drops a knee into his neck as well. He still seems to be softening him up for that brutal crossface of his when he grabs Orlando around the jaw and rolls him to his knees, signaling that he is through playing games with the former 3 time Champion. He wraps his arm around the neck of Orlando, beginning to force him onto his feet when Cruze slugs him to the stomach, then does it once more. Kingdom is shocked by the sudden onslaught from Orlando who rises to his feet with one last burst of energy and goes for the European Uppercut. Johnny avoids it though by swinging around with his body, getting behind Orlando and hooking up both of his arms. He seems intent on going for the back slide, beginning to lift Cruze up for it when Orlando flips over backwards over the head of Johnny from the momentum and lands on his feet right in front of him. Cruze steps forward and places his arm over the chest of Kingdom, looking for the Rock Bottom to a massive ovation from the fans.

Douglas: This could be the Rock Bottom!

Mayne: Damn Orlando and his persistent will to win and survive these matches, why can’t he be content with losing? Some losers go on to live very successful lives, just look at Nathan Creed.

Orlando is about to hit the move when Kingdom reaches around with his leg, wrapping it around behind Cruze’s and then pulling the arm away from his chest quickly. He swings around under it and then tries to lock the arms around the neck of Orlando, going for that Million Dollar Dream submission once more only for the Icon to rush forward at the turnbuckle. He drags Kingdom with him right before he drops down in front of it, sending Johnny flying face first directly into the top turnbuckle pad, bouncing off and stumbling backwards. Cruze is waiting as he catches Johnny around the waist and rolls him over in reverse, sitting on the back of his legs and pushing his shoulders down into the pinning predicament.

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Kingdom kicks out, sending Orlando charging forward into the turnbuckle where he jumps into the air and turns. He lands feet first on the second rope and then climbs up to the top as Kingdom rolls over backwards and begins to rush it, not even spotting Orlando flying off as he connects with the Cruze Missile. The entire arena erupts as Johnny is sent flying backwards, crashing into the canvas across his back and then flipping over onto his chest and stomach. Orlando remains on his hands and knees, sweating heavily before he crawls into the cover once more, pulling Johnny onto his back and in exhaustion falling into the cover.

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The fans rejoice in amazement before they see Kingdom kick out yet again, shocking Orlando who rises to his knees, shouting towards the heavens in disbelief.

Mayne: Kingdom kicked out of the Cruze Missile, he kicked out of one Orlando’s patented moves! Dan, there’s no reason for you to say it, but I know you already will, because I think it’s fairly clear that this match has been simply amazing!

Douglas: Both men have kicked out of that Cruze Missile style dropkick, and I think it’s going to take a lot more to put them down. So far nothing has worked to their advantage.

A UL-Dub chant has started in the arena as the fans find themselves amazed by this incredible action thus far. Orlando forces himself up onto his feet as he approaches the legs of Kingdom once more, lifting them up into the air and wrapping them around his own before turning him over straight into the sharpshooter. The crowd has an even louder mixed reaction at the sight of this as Kingdom pushes himself up onto his elbows, yelling out at the top of his lungs from the pain coursing through his body. Orlando has the submission really locked in, tightly applying it with all of his upper body strength and lurching back as far as he can to cause as much pressure on the spine of the former Champion as possible. Johnny pushes himself up onto his elbows, glaring at the ropes in frustration, amazed by the pain that is coursing through his battered body, which hasn’t been in competition for over several months since the brutality of that Paranoia main event.

The official drops down, asking Kingdom rather he wishes to submit or not, only for Johnny to loudly protest and begin pulling himself painstakingly towards the ropes. He drags Orlando with him, who is trying his best to hold onto the sharpshooter, his body having taken a lot of damage thus far in this highly competitive match. Neither man seems to have much will remaining in their tired, broken bodies as Kingdom desperately claws his way towards the ropes which seem so very far away. He gets closer to them, inch by agonizing inch, but doesn’t look to have the strength to continue.

Douglas: Will Johnny make it to those ropes, does he have enough left in the tank?

Mayne: I hate this suspense, it’s going to give me a heart attack.

Dan: And the world would be a much quitter, happier place as a result.

Johnny pushes himself up onto his elbows, glaring at the ropes and shouting at the top of his lungs as every vein in his head can be seen popping through his sweaty flesh. The fans are all standing, wondering rather he will make it or not before he suddenly pushes himself onto the back of his head. He begins to free his legs from the grip of Cruze, pulling them out without warning and lifting them into the air, locking them under the pits of Orlando and pulling him over backwards into a reverse roll. He sits up, placing his shoulders to the back of Cruze’s legs, holding him down in a pinning predicament.

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Mayne: Cruze got the crossface on Kingdom, he’s got the crossface locked in, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I’m more redundant than Joey Styles here!

Douglas: What an amazing reversal, ladies and gentlemen, this may be it, that arm has taken a significant amount of damage throughout this match, so I don’t think Kingdom has anything left to fight through it.

Billy: He has to, he’s the Team Leader, he’s the Team Leader for the love of all that is good and holy.

Kloe is running back and forth on the mats, appearing stunned and anxious, shouting for Kingdom to tap out while half the fans voice the same sentiments, the other half pleading with Johnny not to do it. Regardless of who they support, every fan is standing and going nuts as Orlando really pulls back with all of his strength on the neck of Kingdom, both men shouting as loud as their lungs will allow from the pain coursing through their bodies. Both men on the verge of giving in as the official pleads with Kingdom to just tap out. Johnny won’t do it though, it would take death for him to stop as Orlando looks towards the heavens, pleading with God above to make Kingdom tap out. Johnny still will not do it as he slowly lifts his fist into the air. His fingers part open, leaving an exposed palm over the canvas, flashbulbs erupting along with bull horns throughout the sold out stadium, every fan realizing that Kingdom could be moments away from finally tapping out in what has been an absolute dream match. His hand fails to strike the canvas though, fails to finally hit the ring in order to submit as Orlando pulls back even further.

Mayne: Don’t do it Johnny, don’t do it, remember the vowel you took to win this match, remember everything that has happened between you and Cruze, don’t tap!

Douglas: He’s got no other alternative Billy, especially with the condition of his shoulder.

The crowd is still erupting as Kingdom looks mere moments away from finally tapping to the pain, his hand beginning to come down to the canvas. It stops just inches above the ring though and begins to raise, still not giving in as he turns his body into a roll towards Cruze. He forces Orlando over sideways, as both men roll across the canvas, Cruze ending up on his chest and stomach with Johnny seated at his side, grabbing his arm and locking his hands around the jaw of the Icon, reversing into the Lesson in Leadership. Madness creeps over the arena at the sight of the amazing counter by Kingdom right into his own crossface, Orlando shouting from both disbelief and pain running through the back of his neck. Kloe is screaming, pleading with Orlando not to give in, slapping the apron in shock.

Mayne: WHAT A COUNTER!!

Douglas: I cannot believe it, Kingdom has reversed into the Lesson in Leadership, somehow, someway!

The entire crowd is still on it’s feet, going nuts over the sight of this, Orlando trying his best to fight out of the submission as Kingdom rears back as far as he possibly can go. It’s still not enough to score the submission though as Cruze holds on, fighting with everything he’s got to get through this. He places his palm to the canvas and pushes himself up, trying to get to the ropes as Johnny rips at his arm, constantly pulling back again and again and again. Orlando will not give up though, he’s still hanging in there as his hand reaches out for the cables, but they are too far away.

Douglas: Orlando fighting, he’s still fighting Billy, but how much longer can he hang in there with Johnny locking in this Lesson in Leadership so expertly.

Mayne: I can only imagine the pain he must be in right now, I know it’s got to be horrifying! How is he hanger in there!?!

Johnny roars at the top of his lungs as he pulls back as far on the head of Cruze as he possibly can, almost breaking his shoulder and his neck at the same time. Orlando still won’t tap though as he reaches up and grabs the hand of Kingdom that is wrapped around his jaw. He begins to force it away with all of his strength, trying to get out of this hold before he pushes himself over backwards in the direction of Kingdom. He forces Johnny over onto the back of his shoulders, pinning him to the canvas.

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The crowd screams before Kingdom gets his shoulder up, Cruze stretched across his chest upon his back as Johnny hooks one of his arms and wraps his legs around the other. He pulls him over backwards onto the canvas into a pinning predicament of his own, hitting a crucifix. However he changes it up, instead wrapping his arm around the neck of Orlando and shifting around, getting to his feet and pulling Cruze up as he sets for the Exodus Finale.

Douglas: Another amazing reversal!

Mayne: I can’t believe it.

Right as Johnny is about to lift, Orlando swings around with his body, pulling his head free from the arm of Kingdom, who grabbing a hold of his wrist. He turns around and pulls Kingdom forward, straight into his arm as it goes across his chest, setting for the Rock Bottom once more. Kloe screams and jumps for joy as Orlando is about to lift him only for Kingdom to back elbow him to the head and wrap his arm around his neck. Before Orlando can do anything, Johnny hoists him into the air and to a massive reaction, connects with the Exodus Finale (Brainbuster DDT). Orlando’s head hits the canvas hard but Kingdom doesn’t release him from the front gantry, rolling over and dragging Cruze onto his knees before standing up and forcing him onto his feet. Johnny lifts Orlando into the air and delivers a second Exodus Finale, planting the skull of Cruze into the canvas once more.

Douglas: Two Exodus Finales from Johnny Kingdom!!

Mayne: I cannot believe it!

Johnny turns into the cover, hooking his leg.

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The entire arena explodes into cheers, Johnny rising to his knees before Orlando gets his shoulder up from the canvas. Everyone is in disbelief at the sight of this as Kingdom slides his hands into his sweaty hair, appearing stunned that he didn’t just obtain the victory in this match.

Douglas: ORLANDO KICKED OUT, HE KICKED OUT!!

Mayne: Unbelievable! How did Orlando find the strength to do that!?!

Johnny shakes his head in disbelief, but Orlando is completely out of it, not moving an inch, having kicked on instincts alone as Kingdom wraps his arm around his neck and forces him up onto his feet, backing him towards the turnbuckle. Orlando is dead weight as Johnny lifts him up into the air and sits him on the top rope, climbing the turnbuckle now and slapping his arm around the neck of Cruze. Kloe is screaming for Orlando to snap out of it, to wake up, but he’s completely out cold from the two Exodus Finales he just took. Johnny stands up on the top rope, pulling Orlando up onto his feet and then lifting him into the air before he drops back into a super Exodus Finale. The head of Cruze crashes violently into the canvas before he sits up, looking almost brain dead from that sickening impact. He falls onto his back with the fans exploding into a wave of shock. An exhausted Kingdom turns and crawls into the cover.

Mayne: The Exodus Finale from the top rope! That might have killed Orlando! If he kicks out now, I’ll have a stroke right here and now.

Dan: And I won’t be here to give you mouth to mouth resuscitation, but I’d be passed out in shock.

Kingdom barely has the energy to hook the leg as the official drops down for the count, the fans chanting along with each slap of the canvas.

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The roof almost comes off the arena as the fans finds themselves uncontrollably cheering on the sight of what just happened, this amazing match they just witnessed between two arch rivals.

Mayne: Kingdom has done it, he’s done it, he’s defeated Orlando Cruze in an absolutely incredible dream match!

Dan: What a battle, what a battle we just witnessed Billy, and I can’t believe it came down to two Exodus Finales, and one from the top rope to finish off Orlando Cruze in what can only be dubbed a sure fire match of the year candidate!

Billy: I’m losing my voice here Dan, that’s how insane this match was.

Kingdom turns onto his elbows and knees, sweating heavily, absolutely exhausted from what was a breathtaking performance. He crumbles as he tries to get up, but as the ref grabs his hand and holds his arm up high, he forces himself to his feet. He stands there, looking exhausted, looking more battered than he’s ever been before as he leans against he referee for assistance. Orlando has begun to stir, getting to his elbows and his knees with a very glazed over look in his eyes while Kloe cries on the outside of the ring. She claps nevertheless though, showing her man support for his amazing effort. Johnny’s entrance music hits the PA system as he turns towards Orlando who rises to his knees, looking completely out of it though, the two locking eyes with one another.

Mayne: Look at these two men Dan, they both know they just went through an absolute war with one another.

Douglas: They put it all on the line tonight Billy, and settled what had to have been one of the longest lasting rivalries in the annals of ULW history. What a night this has been, and we still have the World title match up next.

Johnny and Orlando continue to stare at one another, both men realizing that the end of an era has finally come to pass as sweat drips from their badly battered bodies.


THE ANGST OF THE ANARCHY TITLE


A mixed reaction cuts through the arena as Little D can be spotted making his way around the corner of a corridor. He peaks out, looking around in fear with the belt hanging from the palm of his hand. Horror seems to permeate from his body as he steps around the corridor and begins to tip toe down it, trying to remain as indiscrete as possible, passing a janitor’s closet throughout the process. As he slinks by it however, the door opens slowly as Rusty Cage can now be seen making his way out of the room with a trash can in hand. He tip toes as well behind Little D, who doesn’t seem to realize that he’s right there. Without warning he lifts the can into the air and slams it over the back of Little D’s head, knocking him down to the concrete with a hard thud. He grabs his noggin and collapses onto the concrete when Rusty quickly drops down, rolling him onto his back and unleashing a whistle. From the inside of the janitor’s closet runs an official, who drops down and makes the count quickly.

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The crowd on the inside of the arena erupts into boos as Rusty jumps onto his feet, going nuts while grabbing the Anarchy title.

Rusty: I did it, I did it, I’m the new Anarchy Champion, hahahaha!

Rusty pulls the belt in close to the side of his face, rubbing it against his cheek as Little D remains spread out over the ground, holding the back of his head. Cage is absolutely ecstatic over holding the belt when out of nowhere, Isaac Saine rushes into the camera’s frame behind him. He drops down and grabs the back of Rusty’s attire, rolling him over into a school boy pin, holing onto his belt for leverage. The official falls down to make the count again.

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The fans erupt as Isaac stands up, grabbing the Anarchy title and appearing pleased as he thrusts it above his head. Rusty turns onto his side, looking stunned.

Isaac: Now who’s the champion bitch, hahaha.

Isaac lifts the belt up to stare into it when a chair hits him in the back, swung by Donovan Cage, who steps into the cameras frame, trying to beat him down. Isaac staggers out of the scene as Mr. Narrator rushes in and begins to bite the ankle of Saine, Bob pelting him with pieces of ham. This forces Saine to rush away with everyone after him and the Anarchy Championship.


DING, DONG, COMEAU STILL INS’T DEAD


The camera opens upon the lovely features of one Susie Moore, the naive, adorable, borderline retarded backstage correspondent. She has a large, absorbing smile on her face as she excitedly stares into the camera in her sparkling white dress. Her back is aimed towards a set of large double doors, that have the words “entrance” written across them, obviously very enthused about what she’s going to do.

Susie: Hi ULW fans, and those who thought you were ordering a late night porno, this is Susie Moore, your very own eyes and ears for all the late breaking news backstage here at this event. And I’m sure your all pumped to find out what the superstars are thinking after their breathtaking matches tonight, which is why I’m standing by the exit to catch up with a few of them.

The same ditsy expression overcomes her attractive face before a groan can be heard from behind the camera.

Camera Man: Uhhh, Susie, this isn’t the exit, it’s the entrance to the arena.

Confusion ravages the features of Susie, as she turns and tries feebly to read the writing on the door.

Susie: Oh well, entrance, exit, they’re both pretty much the same to me, and I’m sure someone will show up with just twenty minutes left till the end of the show.

Camera Man: Umm, sure, and monkey’s will fly from my ass.

Susie’s jaw drops as her eyes open widely.

Moore: Sounds painful.

Suddenly the doors open up behind Susie without the slightest bit of warning, and into the backstage corridor strolls a furious Mark Comeau. A booming reaction of boos and hateful obscenities race through the arena at the sight of the Annihilation General Manager, wearing a large brace around his neck, which is obviously in pain as he reaches for it. His face is twisted with hostility as he steps forward, almost not even noticing Susie standing idly by.

Susie: Hey, it’s Mark Comeau, what are you doing here?

Mark stops suddenly, his frustration only escalating as he turns towards the easily bewildered young lass.

Mark: What am I doing here? I run this show you idiot! I’m the one responsible for everything that goes down here tonight....

He is seething in rage, his skin becoming a very dark shade of red as this question is rendered by Susie.

Moore: Um, I meant, we haven’t seen you in the ULW since you got beat up by AWOL and Desolation several weeks ago.

As the memories of this are dredged up, Mark finds himself almost snarling, his teeth grinding against one another enough to send sparks flying from his mouth.

Comeau: Well, Susie, if you really must know, that’s exactly why I’m here tonight. I’m here to watch those two animals tare one another apart, and I’m going to make sure it happens in our main event. Because as of right now, the World Title match between Desolation and AWOL, is no disqualification!

Mark grabs the mic from Susie and throws it down, creating quite a bit of static before he marches off with anger towards the ring. Susie turns to watch him leave, shocked by his unusual behavior.


AWOL © VS. DESOLATION
ULW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP: NO DISQUALIFICATION



Dan: I cannot believe what we just saw...

Mayne: I know, Isaac is the new Anarchy Champion, what a disgrace.

Douglas: Well, that was surprising, but I was referring to the fact that Mark Comeau just made this match no disqualification, showing up completely out of the blue.

Billy: Oh yeah, that was rather surprising as well.

The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" echo throughout the arena. Dream Theater's "In the Name of God" begins to play as Desolation is seen in the audiance. He walks down from the upper decks of the arena through the crowd.

"Hundreds of believers, Lured into a doomsday cult. All would perish, In the name of God."

Desolation steps up onto the barrier between the upper deck and floor seats, raising one fist into the air.

"Self-proclaimed messiah. Led his servants, To their death. Eighty murdered, In the name of God."

Desolation jumps down onto the bleechers, continuing to head towards the ring

"Forty sons and daughters, Un-consenting plural wives. Perversions, In the name of God."

The Dark Man walks through the crowd, the fans parting way before him as he walks to the ring.

"Underground religion, Turning toward The mainstream light. Blind devotion, In the name of God."

He stands up on the ring barricade, surrounded by a horde of fans as he raises both arms, making a 'C'mon!' motion.

"Justifying violence. Citing from the Holy Book. Teaching hatre, In the name of God."

Desolation jumps down and slides into the ring, walking across it and then stepping up onto the second rope, arms out and his sides as pyro explodes behind him.

Dan: The Challenger for the World title Desolation now here, and what a road he had to go through in order to become number one contender. He had to face so many monumental challenges on his path to this match, rather it be facing Orlando Cruze in the first round, then battling Romeo Damascus in the second round, before finally going one on one with Lethal Weapon in a cage bout as part of the finale of the tournament. This man has definitely proven he deserves this shot.

Mayne: Blah, blah, blah, I can’t believe you’d actually consider Lethal Weapon and Orlando Cruze as challenges. He walked all over them to this match, they’re nobodies if they can’t even beat this walking joke Desolation. Tonight though, the fun and the games come to an end when AWOL kicks his teeth down his throat and bloodies him in this no disqualification match. I can’t wait to see these two kill each other tonight, it’s going to be more glorious than rainbows and kittens.

Dan: Yeeeeeaahhhh.

Desolation storms back and forth across the ring, getting himself physically psyched for the impending match. When he stops and glares at referee Ingelson, who rolls his eyes as he realizes he’s being glared at. Desolation steps forward and begins to instruct him to doing jumping jacks with him to get into in ring shape. Ingelson groans as he begins to hop up and down as well.

The fans are all standing, amassed behind the barricade as AWOL stands face to face with Desolation, both men glaring at one with their passions inflamed, realizing that it’s come to this, perhaps the biggest match of both men’s careers. The official steps in and overlooks both men before Ingelson turns and motions for the bell, getting this huge World title match started. Neither Desolation nor AWOL budge however, the two just remaining face to face, their eyes locked, ready to explode upon one another before they finally start to circle one another. The crowd is stomping their feet and slapping the barricades as they continue to circle one another, looking ready to get this no disqualification match started.

Douglas: And we’re off Billy, with one of the most emotional title matches in ULW history, and one that is sure to be violent as right before this match, Mark Comeau showed up out of nowhere to make this thing no disqualification.

Mayne: Rather this thing ends with the retirement of AWOL or not, Mark wants to see both of these men absolutely destroy one another for the championship, and I’m sure that’s exactly what we’re going to witness here, I love it.

The arena lights dim as white search lights pan over the audience. Some mellow guitar chords are overlayed with a voice...

It's safe to say,
you're never alive.
A big part of you has died,
and by the way...

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

I HOPE YOU'RE SATISFIED!!!!

The stage literally explodes as mushroom cloud shaped pyrotechnics fly from the corners, Godsmack's "Alive" ripping from the arena's speakers as the biggest, craziest bastard in this industry strides from the back with the World Heavyweight title around his waist. The big man glares from side to side at the fans before leaping to the ring apron, stepping to middle rope. He climbs one turnbuckle, slapping a hand against his chest twice before raising the fist into the air, shouting "Semper Fi, Do or Die" along with the fans. He drops back to the mat, bouncing from foot to foot and turning to face Desolation, who has an eyebrow raised in his direction. He obviously doesn’t appear very amused by the reaction as AWOL turns to glare at him, sliding his hands over his World title belt before the referee steps in, asking for it.

Mayne: There’s a man I actually might consider rooting for tonight, big word being, might!

Douglas: Your blinding hatred of Desolation has just become too much Billy. Isn’t it possible you to just not take a side, sit back and watch what should be a great match?

Billy: What delusional dream world are you living in, if I wasn’t biased, I wouldn’t have a job.

Dan: Anyhow, tonight, get a good look at AWOL, the World Champion, because unfortunately at the conclusion of this pay-per-view, AWOL will hang up his boots for good and walk away from the wrestling business.

Billy: He can’t go out on his back, he’s got to win this match Dan, at least to leave us with some kind of honor without Desolation becoming champion, please!!

The fans are still standing, putting their hands together at the sight of the two athletes as AWOL thrusts the World title over his shoulder and backs into a corner. He stares straight across at Desolation, neither man taking their eyes off one another as the ring announcer for this evening, Tony Dull, steps to the center of the ring with a microphone gripped tightly.

Tony: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it’s for the ULW World Heavyweight Championship!

A huge reaction, consisting of cheers cut through the arena as Desolation yawns and cracks his neck, AWOL not taking his eyes away from the man who will shortly challenge for his title.

Tony: Introducing first, the challenger, weighting in tonight 271 pounds, and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada. He is the Dark Man, he is the number one contender, he is Desssssollllattiiooonnn!!

Desolation receives a massive ovation as he steps forward and looks shocked to be getting such cheers. He raises his shoulders and nods with a smirk on his face before turns and motions for Tony to get on with AWOL’s introduction.

Tony Dull: And his opponent, weighting in tonight at 300 pounds, and hailing from Houston Texas, he is the Big Crazy Bastard, he is the World Heavyweight Champion, he is, AWWWOOOOOLLLLL!!

Another massive reaction pours through the lips of the fans as AWOL steps forward and drops to his knees, looking almost emotional over this being his last match tonight. Streamers fill the ring, covering him entirely, thrown by his respectful fans as AWOL looks towards the rafters with a very intense expression on his face. The streamers are almost covering the ring as Desolation grabs some of them and puts them, putting them on top of Ingelson’s head to look a wig. He pulls them off in disgust while Desolation takes a step back, not very amused. AWOL stands up slowly with the crowd starting to chant his name, the streamers being removed from the ring.

Douglas: Look at AWOL, and listen to these fans, use all your senses to take in this moment Billy. AWOL performing tonight in his last match in ULW. I can feel the goosebumps forming on my arms, what a historical moment this is going to be when he defends the title against Desolation.

Billy: Authors probably won’t write stories about this, and it will never be a blockbuster Rocky Balboa style picture, but we will see AWOL and Desolation clash in what should be an emotional match tonight.

Desolation and AWOL begin to inch towards one another slowly, thinking over their gameplans before they lock up into a big collar elbow tie. They begin to push against each other, trying to get the advantage in the early goings of this battle. AWOL suddenly unleashes a primal grunt and shoves Desolation off and backwards with his pure strength. Desolation crashes across the canvas across his back and rolls over onto his knees, appearing rather stunned by the strength of AWOL. A grin begins to form on the face of Desolation though, as he nods his head and chuckles, rising to his feet throughout the process. He once again calls for a collar elbow tie as AWOL begins to nod his head, having no problem with it.

Both men step in and tie up yet again with another collar elbow, pushing against one another with all of their strength, trying to force the other man down to the canvas with the fans split in their support for both athletes. Another loud roar comes from AWOL as he lifts Desolation off of his feet and throws him back first into one of the turnbuckle and out of the collar elbow tie. Desolation’s eyes are opened widely, feigning shock as AWOL steps back with a rather smug expression on his face. The fans are putting their hands together at the sight of this as Desolation turns to look over the crowd and then reaches down into his attire. He grabs a small plastic cup from inside of it and begins to approach AWOL, sticking it out in front of his nether regions, as if trying to drug test him to much applause from the fans.

Mayne: Oh great, Desolation can’t even take this damn World title match seriously.

Douglas: Well, he’s the seriousness killer Dan, not to be confused with the Legend Killer, seeing as one has talent, and the other is a walking piece of feces.

Desolation continues to hold out the cup as AWOL rolls his eyes and slaps it out of his hand before giving an intense expression to the challenger. Desolation grins before he backs up and mouths off.

Desolation: If that’s the way you want to play it, let’s do it baby.

Desolation steps in towards AWOL as both men lock up into a collar elbow once more. Suddenly Desolation slides around under the arm though, grabbing a hold of it in the process as he folds it up behind his back into a quick hammerlock. AWOL quickly bends forward in order to slide under the arm of the Dark Man when Desolation breaks the hold and steps forward, wrapping his arms around the neck of the Champion. He places him in a side headlock submission now before looking out over the fans and slapping his chest rather egotistically to a great deal of cheers.

As AWOL tries to rise to his feet, placing his hand to the back of Desolation to push him off, the challenger reaches behind him and grabs the wrist of the champion. He pulls it out to the side of AWOL before turning around and swinging under it, placing him in the arm ringer almost immediately while shaking his head in the direction of the frustrated title holder. He lifts his finger into the air, shaking it back and forth while mouthing the words, “no, no, no.” He now reaches out with his foot and places it to the back of AWOL’s knee, pushing down on it and causing him to fall back into a kneeling base. He keeps a hold of the arm, before swinging around under it and then utilizing it to tug the body of kneeling body of AWOL in his direction. He pulls him in and then reaches out, locking his arms around the neck of AWOL once more, twisting his head with the cravat.

Desolation unleashes a loud yawn to a mixed reaction from the fans while twisting at the head of the Champion with the cravat with all of his strength. AWOL pushes himself up onto his feet slowly though, utilizing his foot to push down the back of Desolation’s knee in the process, much as the Dark Man did a few moments ago. He shoves down on it enough to force Desolation down to his knees as he bends the now standing AWOL over with the cravat still tightly applied. AWOL lifts his leg into the air now and swings it around over the head of Desolation, spinning around with his body and pulling his head free of the cravat in the process. He now stands over the arm of Desolation, straddling it before he reaches down and grabs it, quickly folding it over backwards into the top wrist lock. The crowd slaps the barricade, giving a loud ovation to the quick counter.

Douglas: A nice technically sound counter there by AWOL, reversing the cravat straight into the top wrist lock. We’re going to see a lot of that in this match ladies and gentlemen, as both of these men are very sound in the art of submission based wrestling.

Mayne: This isn’t fun, they should be destroying one another right now, not pussyfooting around in the ring with these submission holds.

Desolation grinds his teeth as he remains kneeling, his arm being pushed over backwards at a horrible angle before he drops in reverse into a backwards roll, trying to free himself. As he does so, AWOL changes up his grip on the wrist though, instead placing the Dark Man’s hand into a test of strength. He reaches out and catches the other one as well, applying the Greco knuckle lock upon it as well as Desolation finds himself in a kneeling position upon the canvas, both of his hands being bent over backwards at awful angles. AWOL shakes his head towards the fans.

AWOL: Your not getting out of it that easily pal.

Desolation remains kneeling, shouting out in pain as AWOL puts a little extra power into the test of the strength, providing a lot of pain to the forearms of the Challenger. As Ingelson steps in to ask if he wants to submit, Desolation shakes his head, shouting no loudly, refusing to be bested technically by the Champion while forcing himself upwards. AWOL is really putting all of his power into the hold as Desolation gets to a standing base and lifts his foot into the air, kicking away one of the hands of the Champion. He swings around under the other wrist now and then uses it to pull AWOL into the side of his body, establishing the side headlock yet again. AWOL wraps his arms around the waist of Desolation, rushing him back first into the ropes and bouncing him off the cables before pushing him off across the ring. Desolation charges into the ropes bouncing off of them and coming back in at AWOL, who throws a right hand only for the Dark Man to drop down into a baseball slide between his legs, the Champ bending forward to catch him. He stands up and then steps forward quickly towards the bent forward AWOL, grabbing him by the back of the tights and the head. He rushes him quickly at the ropes then tosses him through the top and middle one to the outside of the ring as AWOL turns and lands on his feet at the last second.

The crowd has a loud mixed reaction as Desolation steps back, swiping his hands together, acting as if he just took the trash out. AWOL glares at him from the outside of the ring, not looking amused in the slightest as he begins to shake his head back and forth, the official powerless to count him out due to the rules of this match. AWOL starts to march around the ring, keeping an eye on Desolation, who is warming up in the ring in preparation for him to re-enter, doing jumping jacks throughout the process. AWOL nods and grins before he jumps onto the apron, kneeling upon it while giving the Dark Man an intense stare, finally sliding through the ropes into the squared circle. He motions for a collar elbow tie as Desolation nods with a grin, both men about to lock up once more. Right as they reach out for one another, AWOL delivers a devastating, unbelievable slap straight across the face of Desolation, that sends him in a spiral. The crowd groans the unbelievable impact of the slap that has left the cheek of Desolation red.

Douglas: Oh my, did you just hear the impact of that slap, it could have knocked a few teeth out.

Mayne: I hope it broke the jaw of Desolation, that way we never have to hear him speak again.

Dan: It very well could have, that slap was certainly devastating, louder than I’ve ever heard from AWOL, who took obvious offense to being thrown from the ring.

Desolation begins to clap as he approaches AWOL slowly, beginning to grin before he delivers his own absolutely brutal slap across the face of the Champion. For once, AWOL is actually staggered by the shot, bending forward and grabbing his mouth with, “ooohs” escaping the lips of the fans. AWOL stands up straight suddenly and delivers a brutal, stiff forearm to the jaw of Desolation, who responds with a forearm of his own. Neither man budges as Desolation hits another forearm, AWOL doing the same to the Dark Man, neither of them backing up an inch with the fans going nuts. AWOL finally steps to the side of Desolation and delivers the most brutal knife edge chop perhaps ever heard, the shot staggering the challenger as he stumbles in reverse. AWOL connects now with another sickeningly stiff chop across his chest, a blistering one at that as Desolation flails his arms and backs into the cables. The Champion grabs him by the wrist and pushes him spine first into the ropes before whipping him off across the ring.

Desolation turns around suddenly though and pulls AWOL forward into an incredibly stiff European Uppercut straight to the jaw, the shot knocking the Champion backwards into the ropes now as spit flies from his mouth. Desolation steps in and connects with a searing, hard buzzsaw kick straight to the chest of the Champion, who leans against the ropes for support back first. Desolation unleashes a roar and steps in, connecting with another insanely shin kick straight to the sternum of AWOL who groans loudly, yet is still not taken off of his feet from the shot. Desolation lifts both hands into the air and connects with a stiff double Mongolian chop to the shoulders of AWOL, who is only getting more fired up by these hard shots. Desolation pulls AWOL to his feet now and whips him across the ring, straight into the turnbuckle as hard as he possibly can. AWOL slams into the corner back first with great impact, his arms falling over the ropes as he tries to hold himself up, Desolation rushing across the squared circle and jumping into the air. He seems to be going for a flying forearm strike when AWOL steps forward and catches him, placing his hands to the stomach of Desolation, elevating him up into the air as he turns, throwing him over the ropes to the outside of the ring. The crowd reacts with shock as Desolation turns and crashes across his posterior upon the mats, rolling across it as he hits the barricade, now staring into the ring at a cocky AWOL, who is swiping his hands against one another with a smug grin.

Mayne: AWOL answering back against Desolation, tossing him to the outside of the ring much like Desolation did to him just a few moments ago.

Douglas: This action really going back with some of the stiffest strikes I think I’ve ever seen or heard. It’s a wonder that either of these two men can even stand after the blows they’ve taken from one another.

Billy: Well, there’s no questioning just how tough they are, it’s just their attitudes that suck.

AWOL points almost arrogantly at Desolation on the outside of the ring, shaking his finger as the Challenger forces himself to his feet. With a nod of his head, Desolation starts towards the ring slowly, climbing up onto the apron and beginning to enter the squared circle. AWOL turns his back to Desolation before he turns around and rushes at the challenger quickly, throwing a forearm over the ropes. Desolation ducks it and delivers a shoulder strike to the gut of AWOL before standing up straight, the Champion bent forward but quickly rising to a full upright base. As soon as he does, Desolation connects with an absolutely sickening slap across the side of his face, which causes AWOL to turn away from him, holding his jaw immediately.

He turns to face Desolation in the center of the ring when Desolation jumps into the air, turning his body throughout the process. He lands feet first on the second cable and springs off, flying through the air and turning as he connects with a stiff kick straight to the face of AWOL. The fans react with shock as the Champion is knocked off of his feet and sent crashing into the canvas, wrapping his hands around his nose. He turns onto his hands and knees throughout the process of holding his mouth while Desolation stands up and steps in quickly. He grabs him by the back of the head and launches a devastating shin kick straight into his forehead, causing him to raise up onto his knees in a daze state. Desolation spins around now and drops down behind the Champion, wrapping his arm around his neck, placing him in the dragon sleeper to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Douglas: Desolation slowing things down by going straight into the dragon sleeper after connecting with that brutal spingboard shin kick.

Mayne: The Dark Man busting out a lot of quick offensive moves for this battle with the Champion, as would be the smart thing to do. Yes, I’m shocked to put the words, “smart” and “Desolation” in the same sentence.

AWOL tries his best to fight free of the hold as Desolation keeps him locked in the hold with all of his strength, really squeezing his neck with all of his strength. AWOL forces himself upwards slowly, trying to compensate for the hard strikes he was hit with throughout this brutal World title match. He suddenly swings his body around though, out of the hold and burying his shoulders directly into the gut of Desolation, hoisting him up into the air into a fireman’s carry. The crowd is standing, wondering what AWOL is going to hit when he pushes him around into what almost appears to be the TKO style DDT. Desolations swings his body around, landing on his feet in front of the Champion. As soon as he plants himself he connects with a brutal knife edge chop, followed by another one that almost blisters the chest of AWOL, the crowd reacts with astonishment from the brutal shots. They seemingly cannot believe that AWOL is having it taken to him like this as Desolation turns and bolts into the ropes in front of the Champion, striking them back first.

AWOL bends forward for the back drop when Desolation steps to his side and grabs the back of his head. He connects with a stiff kick to his forehead, followed by another stiff shin kick, and another, and another, and another. The crowd groans loudly with each devastating strike from the pumped challenger, AWOL dropping to a knee finally as every blow sounds more stiff than the last. AWOL is left with a dazed glint in his eyes when Desolation turns and rushes into the ropes in front of him now, bouncing off the cables and coming back in quickly. Suddenly AWOL stands up and catches Desolation, swinging around into a brutal, powerful spinning powerslam, that drives the body of the Dark Man into the canvas with tremendous emphasis. Desolation bridges his back from the canvas as AWOL hooks the leg quickly.

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Desolation kicks out before AWOL swings around with his body quickly, grabbing the arm of the Challenger in the process and wrapping his legs around it. He drops to the canvas, placing Desolation in the arm grapevine submission as fast as he could. Desolation shouts out in pain, kicking his legs and trying to free himself from this hold, being unable to do so however.

Mayne: I hate to say it, but that was a very nice transition into the arm grapevine by AWOL, putting Desolation quickly into this submission.

Douglas: I knew you’d eventually start coming around.

Mayne: I’m not you idiot, I still find this match about as entertaining as the film version of Dukes of Hazzard.

Desolation stomps his heel across the canvas repeatedly as he tries his best to squirm free of the hold, dragging his battered body in the direction of the ropes with all of his strength. AWOL is leaning back with the grapevine with all of his strength, really trying to snap the arm as Desolation pulls himself closer and closer to the ropes. He seems to have trouble doing so while dragging the massive body of the Champion with him. Realizing that he is being pulled across the ring, AWOL suddenly changes up the hold, sitting up and folding the arm over before he places his legs around it once again. He now has him placed in the short arm scissors to another loud mixed reaction from the crowd. He makes it almost impossible for Desolation to use his upper body to pull himself across the ring in this hold, the Dark Man realizing this and yelling out in pain as a result. Ingelson questions rather he wishes to submit, which Desolation quickly shouts no too.

With determination in his eyes now, Desolation tries to push himself over backwards, sending AWOL into a reverse roll while he keeps him in the short arm scissors. The back of his shoulders are pushed onto the canvas with Desolation landing on his knees at his side.

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AWOL breaks the hold by dropping over backwards onto the seat, but immediately grabbing the arm of Desolation. He forces him down to the canvas and interlocks his hands around his jaw, placing him in the crossface now to the shock of the fans. Desolation roars in pain as AWOL fishooks both sides of his mouth now with the hold, really rearing back on his face, tearing at his skin, almost ripping the flesh from his face. The official steps in, powerless to break up the fish hook, seeing as this match is no disqualification, as some of the fans actually begin to boo the actions of the Champion. AWOL takes his hands out of the mouth of Desolation and locks them around his jaw once more, pulling back on the crossface with as much strength as he can muster from his tired body.

Douglas: AWOL starting to make use of that no DQ rule, obviously very desperate to leave here tonight as World Champion. Keep in mind, there will be no rematches, this is the last meeting we’ll see between Desolation and AWOL as the Big Crazy Bastard officially walks away from the company after tonight.

Mayne: And I’m actually hoping deep down inside, that he does leave on a positive note, by keeping the belt out of the hands of Desolation.

Desolation is shouting out at the top of his lungs as AWOL continues to pull back on his neck with absolutely all of his strength, really applying the submission now. As the Dark Man’s energy begins to fade, AWOL changes up his hold, breaking the crossface as he reaches out with his arms, locking up the other arm of Desolation. He now falls sideways towards the head of Desolation, ribs first onto the canvas, pulling the Challenger up onto his shoulders into a pinning predicament.

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Desolation kicks out as AWOL rolls across the canvas and turns back towards his opponent, wrapping his arm around his neck and pulling him up onto his feet. AWOL quickly forces Desolation up onto his feet before he snaps over backwards into a hard vertical suplex, floating over into the cover as he buries his forearm into the throat of the Challenger.

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Desolation gets his shoulder up yet again to cheers from a good portion of the fans when AWOL shoves him up into a seated position, immediately putting his leg in front of one of his arms and tying up the other one in a quick abdominal stretch. Several members of the crowd cannot help but to cheer the quick transition into this move, AWOL just dominating this contest thus far and wearing Desolation down with hold after hold. The back of Desolation’s heel strikes the canvas repeatedly, trying to rally the people behind him as they all stand, putting their hands together, getting behind the Challenger surprisingly. A large contingent boo however, and continue to stoutly support AWOL, who takes his free forearm and begins to grind it across the exposed face of Desolation. This leaves the Challenger shouting out in pain as his face is ripped at by the forearm, really grinding his skin as AWOL shows no mercy whatsoever in his assault.

Mayne: Hahaha, I like this different AWOL here tonight, he’s really showing a different side of himself in this contest than what we’ve seen of him in the past couple of months.

Douglas: It all stems from his quest to leave the company with the title, otherwise we wouldn’t see him using all of these underhanded tactics Billy.

Billy: Well thanks for bursting my bubble Dan, I went and began to believe that AWOL had started to grow a brain.

The forearm continues to assault the side of Desolation’s face before AWOL stops it and applies more pressure on his abdominal stretch. The pain that AWOL inflicted upon him only seems to further fuel the intensity emanating from Desolation though as he begins to force his way upward, trying his best to fight through the hold and this onslaught of submissions. His legs begin to push him upward, ascending slowly to his feet as AWOL keeps trying to hold onto the submission with every bit of his energy in desperation. It’s a lost cause though as Desolation just won’t stay down, getting onto his feet and pulling his arm free from behind the leg of the Champion, starting to spin around in the process. AWOL pulls his still locked up arm though, spinning Desolation to face him and then hooking both of his arms up. He drops back into a quick double under hook suplex, slamming Desolation across his back upon the canvas with AWOL bridging over backwards into the pinning predicament.

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The crowd cheers as Desolation once again gets his shoulder off the canvas, turning onto his side only for AWOL to break the double under hook and swing around with him. Desolation gets onto his hands and knees as AWOL places his hands on his shoulders and lifts his knee into the air, driving it down into the head of the Challenger. The crowd groans as AWOL lifts his other knee into the air and drives it brutally into the skull of the Dark Man, then commences the same sequence once more. He continues to drill the laid out Desolation with both of his knees repeatedly to loud gasps from the sold out arena, before AWOL finally stands up. He rushes into the ropes at Desolation’s side, bouncing off the cables and coming back in before he jumps high into the air, coming down with his knee straight across the back of the Dark Man’s head. Desolation grabs the back of his head, shouting out in pain as he rolls onto his back, AWOL falling into the cover quickly as he hooks his leg.

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Once more Desolation shows his resolve as he gets his shoulder off the canvas. In turn AWOL rises to his knees, shouting in great anger.

AWOL: GOD DAMMIT!

He slides his hands into the hair of Desolation, turning him over onto his knees as he really begins to show just how upset he is. With a quick vicious move, AWOL’s hand slaps the taste out of the mouth of Desolation, sending spit flying from it as he wavers back and forth upon the canvas, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. AWOL grabs the back of Desolation’s head and connects with a stiff knee lift directly to his forehead, sending spit flying from his mouth from the incredibly stiff shot. He now turns and rushes into the ropes at the side of the Dark Man, bouncing off the cables and coming back in with another running knee strike. Desolation stands up though and side steps, swinging around behind the back of AWOL in the process as he places both hands to the biceps of the Champion, back sliding him down to the canvas into a quick pinfall.

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AWOL rolls over backwards, straight onto his knees before he rushes to his feet and charges forward at Desolation, who jumps into the air and delivers a sickening leg lariat. It connects straight to the throat of AWOL, knocking him off of his feet and sending him crashing back first onto the canvas with Desolation landing beside him. Both men look out of it with the crowd standing, putting their hands together over what they’ve witnessed in this stiff, intense World Heavyweight title match.

Mayne: Just when it looked like AWOL was going to take the head off of Desolation with another of those brutal knee strikes, the dazed Dark Man answers back with that hard leg lariat of his. God it sickens me doing play by play for these matches when I have no one to shamefully throw my support behind.

Douglas: Well, with the stiff strikes both men have unleashed upon each other thus far in this contest, I wouldn’t worry about having to call this match very much longer, because I don’t think it will be any type of 60 minute classic. Not saying that the battle we’re not witnessing right now hasn’t been a masterpiece though.

The crowd is standing, putting their hands together over the intense action they’ve witnessed in this World title match thus far, neither AWOL or Desolation able to move much after the brutality they’ve unleashed upon one another. AWOL is the first to begin moving, turning onto his elbows and knees while Desolation crawls into the ropes, grabbing a hold of them as he begins to try his best to pull himself to his feet. Both men begin to rise to their feet with the crowd slapping the barricades, really getting into this incredible World title match. AWOL gets to his feet first with Desolation’s side facing him before he charges forward quickly. Without warning Desolation spins his body around and connects with a stiff kick directly to the mid-section of AWOL, causing him to bend forward and beginning to stagger in reverse.

Desolation steps to his side and now rushes forward quickly, covered in sweat as he wraps his arms around the neck of AWOL, swinging around with a neckbreaker. AWOL turns around out of it though, catching the wrist of Desolation in the process as the Dark Man spins around to face him. AWOL pulls Desolation into a short arm clothesline when the Challenger ducks and dives forward, catching him by the back of the tights. He pulls AWOL over in reverse, straight into the school boy pin.

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AWOL rolls out it quickly, getting onto his feet and charging back first into the ropes as Desolation barely has time to get up in front of him. AWOL bounces off the cables and comes charging back in with another lariat attempt when Desolation ducks down and catches his arm, hooking one of his own around it. He pushes it backwards and sends AWOL into a spin before he catches him around the neck and delivers a huge swinging neckbreaker, planting the head of the Champion hard into the canvas. A huge wave of cheers pour from the lips of the fans as AWOL sits up, holding the back of his neck, Desolation grabbing his shoulder and pulling him down to the canvas. He falls with exhaustion and pain into the pinfall, not having the wherewithal to hook the leg though.

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AWOL gets his shoulder off the canvas to the shock of Desolation, who falls onto his back, a dazed glint in his eyes. The fans are putting their hands together still as Desolation turns over into a crawling base, still breathing heavily.

Dan: And Desolation almost had it there with that huge swinging neckbreaker. What a phenomenal match this has been for the World Championship Billy.

Mayne: Yeah, we get that already Dan, there’s no reason to reiterate it a thousand times. This match has been moving an exhilarating pace thus far, and they’ve yet to even really make use of that no disqualification stipulation.

Desolation is huffing and puffing as he turns onto his side, sweat dripping from his frame as he gets to a crawling base and stares to the outside of the ring. He looks out over the fans now before just shrugging his shoulders, as if saying to hell with it before he rolls to the outside of the ring and begins to approach the time keeper, who appears confused. The exhausted Desolation puts his hands together and tries to manifest a sweet look.

Desolation: Do I really need to ask your fat ass to get out of that chair?

The time keeper quickly moves as Desolation kicks the chair, sending it flying up where he catches it. He begins to fold it up with the fans having a mixed reaction at the sight of this.

Mayne: Once again, I find myself shocked to say this, but Desolation is actually doing something smart here.

Douglas: He’s about to take full advantage of the stipulation that was placed upon this World title match.

Desolation begins to approach the ring with the chair hanging from his hand, starting to climb onto the apron as AWOL gets to his feet in the squared circle. As soon as Desolation gets to his knees on the apron, AWOL rushes forward with a huge burst of speed, putting his boot through the ropes straight into the face of the Dark Man. The shot sounds throughout the arena as Desolation is sent flying backwards off the apron, before he crashes spine first into the steel barricade, the sound of the collision echoing throughout the arena loudly. Somehow Desolation keeps a hold of the chair though as he arches his back and yells out in pain, AWOL leaning forward against the ropes for support. He grips the back of his neck with sweat racing down his face, yet to his shock Desolation has already begun to stir, starting to push himself up on the outside mats. AWOL turns around and rushes across the ring quickly, bouncing off the cables and then coming back in with a huge burst of speed before he dives through the ropes, going for the suicide dive headbunt. Without warning Desolation flings the chair directly into his face as he came in soaring and steps out of the way, the steel connecting hard with the skull of the Champion. AWOL turns and crashes onto the mats, his back hitting the barricade with the fans getting to their feet, screaming in disbelief over what they just witnessed.

Douglas: Oh my God, I cannot believe what we just witnessed! AWOL flying face first into that steel chair.

Mayne: If AWOL had a brain it certainly would have been damaged with that mid-air collision.

Desolation leans on the apron for support, sweating profusely in a state of pure exhaustion, trying to get his bearings straight. He obviously seems to still be feeling the effects of that big boot to the face as AWOL starts to sit up with his back placed to the barricade. His eyes have rolled to the back of his head with a slight trickle of blood beginning to drip down his face as Desolation grabs the chair off the mats. Almost instinctively Desolation rushes forward and jumps into the air, sticking the chair under his feet and front dropkicking it hard into the face of AWOL. The head of the Champion is sandwiched between the chair and the barricade as AWOL’s eyes open widely and the fans grown very loudly at the sight of what they just witnessed.

Desolation turns onto his side while a very dazed AWOL remains seated up against the barricade, appearing absolutely out of it after the collisions with the steel mass. Desolation grabs the chair and tosses it over the ropes into the ring before grabbing the tarp hanging from the squared circle, lifting it into the air. He reaches under the ring and grabs a hold of a table, sliding it out before he begins to quickly set it up, still breathing heavily throughout the process and having some trouble arranging it properly.

As he gets it planted on the mats he turns towards the slowly rising AWOL, who has gotten to a single knee. He plats him hard over the back with a forearm strike that sends sweat flying through the air before he delivers a stiff European Uppercut to his jaw. AWOL rises to a kneeling base with a very dazed expression on his face, still bleeding slightly from the scalp as Desolation grabs him by the back of the head and forces him onto his feet. He drags him towards the ring and rolls him in under the ropes to the squared circle, leaning on the apron for support throughout the process. Desolation climbs up onto the apron and starts towards the turnbuckle, beginning to scale it, getting to the very top rope. AWOL is still lying prone in the center of the ring before he suddenly turns onto his side, getting to all fours. Without warning he jumps to his feet and charges at Desolation, pushing his feet out from under him and causing him to rack himself upon the top rope, shouting out in pain. He reaches for his testicles while AWOL starts to scale the turnbuckle in front of him now. He grabs him around the head, beginning to drag him up while starting to set up for the Semper Fi (Top Rope Backbreaker).

Mayne: It looks like that Big Stupid Bastard is about to finish off Desolation with the Semper Fi, do it AWOL, do it, please!

Douglas: This is AWOL’s kill move.

Billy: Yeah, that hasn’t killed anyone in the past few months.

The bleeding AWOL tries his best to set up Desolation for the move, stepping up beside him with his arm wrapped around his waist. Desolation pushes his arm away though and then reaches out with his arms, wrapping them around the head of the Champion as he looks around at the screaming fans. He now jumps off, going for a diamond cutter off the top rope when AWOL pushes him off surprisingly, sending Desolation crashing hard back first into the canvas. He arches his spine off the ring and shouts out in pain while AWOL begins to position himself on the turnbuckle, getting ready to hit something big. He now flies off, soaring through the air and going for the flying headbunt, shades of the great Dynamite Kid, when Desolation rolls out of the way. AWOL crashes hard face first into the canvas, popping up onto his knees with the fans having a loud mixed reaction at the sight of what they just witnessed. He is just a few inches away from the steel chair as he begins to force himself up onto his feet in a very painstaking manner. Suddenly, Desolation steps in, grabbing him around the neck and dropping back into a huge evenflow DDT, planting the head of AWOL violently into the steel chair. His entire lower body is standing up in the air before he tumbles onto his side, looking completely out of it as Desolation crawls into the cover, hooking his leg.

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AWOL kicks out to the shock of those in the crowd, getting his shoulder up as he turns away from Desolation. He is now bleeding a little more from the scalp as Desolation forces himself up onto his feet, bewildered as to what it will take to finally put the Champion down. He grabs him around the wrist and pulls AWOL to his feet slowly before slapping him viciously across the side of the face, and then doing the same thing to his other cheek. The crowd is shocked by the viciousness of the slaps as AWOL remains on one knee, looking very glazed from the shots. Desolation wraps his arms around his head and pulls him up onto his feet before whipping him across the ring. AWOL somehow finds the strength to reverse it though, instead sending Desolation into the ropes as he bounces off of them and comes back in. The Champion bends down for a back drop suplex when Desolation counters the same way he did earlier by stepping to the side of the Big Crazy Bastard. He grabs him by the back of the head and shoots his shin up into the air, going for the kick only to have AWOL block it. With brute strength AWOL shoves the leg down and sends Desolation into a spin, the Champion swinging around as well.

Desolation turns to face AWOL who rushes forward with a lariat, only for the Dark Man to catch his arm and swing around. He wraps his arms around his neck, going for the swinging neckbreaker again when AWOL turns around out of it, immediately placing his hands to the spine of Desolation, shoving him forward into the cables. Desolation bounces off and comes back in while AWOL charges back first into the ropes himself, coming back in at full speed. As he does, Desolation drops down to the canvas without warning, catching the leg of the Champion. He pulls it up into the air and causes AWOL to crash forward into the chair laying on the canvas as Desolation stands up, turning around while locking the legs of the Champion around each other. He places them in the Inverted Indian Death Lock and then reaches down, grabbing his wrists and pulling them up into the air. With great quickness Desolation places his foot to the back of AWOL’s head and gives him the Curb Stomp, face first straight into the steel chair.

Douglas: THE CURB STOMP!

Mayne: Damn Desolation and his quick counters!

AWOL’s face is driven hard into the chair with the fans screaming loudly, all of them going nuts at the sight of what just happened. Desolation drops down in exhaustion, pushing AWOL onto his back and hooking his leg in the process, absolutely covered in sweat. The fans are standing and counting a long as well.

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The fans go absolutely nuts as a new Champion has been crowned, wait, no, AWOL got his shoulder off the canvas at the last second. Desolation looks at the official in shock as he sticks three fingers into his face, informing him that this match is not over yet. He slides his hands into his hair, appearing absolutely disgusted that he didn’t get the pinfall over the now heavily bleeding AWOL, who is completely out cold.

Douglas: AWOL surprisingly kicked out of the Curb Stomp straight on top of the chair. What a match this has been thus far Billy, neither man willing to have their shoulders pinned to the canvas, both men knowing just how big this battle is.

Mayne: Enough building it up already Dan, we get it, it’s good.

Desolation forces himself up onto his feet as AWOL remains down on the canvas, still bleeding profusely from the scalp as the Dark Man grabs the chair once again. The object that has proven to be his most valuable weapon in this contest, begins to be set up into the seated position on the ring. He now steps towards AWOL and grabs him around the jaw, dragging him onto his feet and placing the side of his head onto the chair. AWOL is powerless to fight it as his head remains on top of the chair, Desolation standing up and rushing backwards into the ropes, looking for something big. He bounces off and comes charging back in before jumping into the air, going for the double stomp on the head of AWOL, who suddenly pulls away from the chair. Desolation lands feet first on the chair and then immediately springs off, showing remarkable agility as he lands feet first on the middle rope across from him. He springs off and turns around, flying through the air when AWOL catches him and drives him hard down to the canvas with the standing STO.

A loud groan can be heard from the crowd as Desolation crashes so violently into the ring, arching his back from the ring when AWOL turns and rushes across the ring. He bounces off the ropes and comes charging back in before jumping high into the air. The fans squeal as AWOL crashes back first into the stomach and chest of Desolation, connecting with the senton splash that causes the Dark Man to go into convulsions. AWOL lies on his side now, not moving much after the onslaught he’s been hit with in this contest, the crowd putting their hands together at the sight of all they’ve witnessed.

Douglas: AWOL with two high impact moves, answering back finally against the brutality that Desolation was unleashing upon him.

Mayne: It’s about damn time, this thing was becoming highly one sided.

Both men remain spread out over the canvas, trying to catch their breaths, trying to get that second wind they desperately need. Suddenly, to great boos from the sold out crowd, Mark Comeau emerges from the backstage area, carrying a 2x4 wrapped in barbwire, and what appears to be a black sack full of thumbtacks. The GM steps to the side of the ring and with a very angry expression throws the 2x4 over the ropes into the ring. He now slides in the sack as well, the crowd continuing to vocalize their anger, realizing that he is trying to get both men to destroy one another completely.

Mayne: Hahaha, look at this Mark Comeau sliding several destructive items into the ring, wishing to see these two do nothing short of annihilate one another.

Douglas: Why can’t he keep his nose out of these men’s business, and just leave well enough alone.

The crowd is still having a mixed reaction as Mark backs up, gripping the back of his neck brace, in obvious pain through it. AWOL turns onto his side, glaring at Mark in a state of absolute outrage before he stands up quickly, beginning to approach the ropes that Comeau are on the outside of. The GM takes off running as quickly as he can up the ramp while AWOL grabs the sack off the canvas, lifting it into the air slowly as the crowd begins to buzz. He turns the sack upside down and begins to spill the countless thumbtacks onto the canvas, a huge reaction erupting from the masses while Desolation turns into a crawling base. He tries to force himself up when AWOL steps in and grabs him around the neck, dragging him to the ring area beside the thumbtacks. He drags his arm between his legs and hooks up the other one, obviously setting up for the Daisy Cutter onto the thumbtacks. AWOL hoists Desolation into the air when the Dark Man turns, floating up and over the shoulder of the World Champion. With great quickness and agility, Desolation slides off his shoulder and drops onto his feet behind the back of the Big Crazy Bastard. He wraps his arms around the waist of AWOL, rolling him over backwards into a pinning predicament, seated on the back of the Champion’s legs, pushing his shoulders down to the canvas.

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AWOL grabs the back of Desolation’s pants and pulls him down into his body, wrapping his arms around his neck and locking his legs about his waist, applying the Kokina Clutch to the shock of everyone. Desolation begins to try and desperately free himself from this hold, flailing his arms wildly with the crowd acting just as crazed. AWOL is really choking out Desolation, with the same hold he used to finish off so many Submission title matches in his past. Desolation is trying his best to push the arms away from his throat, not having a quick counter to this hold as the fans are all standing, watching closely. They seem to be wondering rather he’ll submit or not as Desolation reaches out with his hand and grabs the 2x4 wrapped in barbwire that is lying beside AWOL. He picks it up and lifts it over his head, placing the barbwire right into the face of the Champion. The crowd starts to scream loudly as Desolation rubs the 2x4 back and forth across the face of the title holder, tearing away at his flesh violently.

Douglas: Oh, Desolation has found a counter to that Kokina Clutch, utilizing that 2x4 wrapped in cliche barbwire to rip the face off of the Champion.

Mayne: You make it sound like using a 2x4 takes talent.

AWOL finally breaks his arms away from the throat of Desolation, who turns around, continuing to push the 2x4 down into his face, running it back and forth repeatedly. AWOL is shouting in pain with the wiring cutting away at his face with incredible violence. Desolation turns around to face him, leaning down into the 2x4 as he pushes it back and forth with as much force as he possibly can, blood really beginning to stream down the features of the World Champion. He tries with everything he’s got to push the 2x4 away from his face, but is unable to do so as blood just gushes from his scalp. Finally Desolation takes the 2x4 away and throws it across the canvas, standing up and staggering in reverse, while absolutely exhausted.

AWOL tries to push himself up, the fans finding the sight of his bloodied face to be rather appalling as he tries to push himself up to a standing base. As he does this he finds his back facing the thumbtacks, Desolation realizing this and now rushing in with the 2x4. He slams it across the forehead of the Champion, causing him to waver back and forth but not go down. Desolation steps bacl and then rushes in once again with the 2x4 when AWOL suddenly drops down to the canvas without warning. He slides between the legs of Desolation who bends down and reaches for him. AWOL stands up quickly, grabbing the hand of Desolation that is stuck between his legs and then stands up, hooking up the other arm before he lifts the Dark Man into the air. The fans erupt as Desolation is driven into the thumbtacks with the Daisy Cutter.

Douglas: OH! The Daisy Cutter connects and puts Desolation straight down into those thumbtacks!

Mayne: I think that Mark accomplished his goal here tonight to get these two to destroy one another.

Desolation arches his spine off the canvas with thousands of tacks sticking from his back, embedded into his skin. He is shouting at the top of his lungs with the thumbtacks piercing his body, turning on his side away from it. He is in obvious, severe pain as AWOL staggers towards him, bleeding badly from the scalp and then falling into the cover. The crowd is once again counting a long.

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Everyone jumps to their feet, realizing that AWOL has just retained the World title when the referee sticks two fingers into the air, signaling that Desolation has kicked out.

Mayne: Dammit, dammit, dammit! Desolation kicked out yet again!

Douglas: It’s going to take more than thumbtacks and the Daisy Cutter to finish off the Challenger here tonight it appears.

Desolation lies on his side, still covered in tacks as AWOL gets to his feet with all of his remaining energy, still bleeding heavily from the forehead however. He approaches the Dark Man and grabs a hold of his hair, pulling him onto his knees while he resembles nothing more than a pin cushion. Desolation is dragged up onto his feet slowly, both men absolutely exhausted and battered, blood dripping from their tattered bodies. As Desolation is pulled onto his feet, AWOL slugs him in the jaw and then chops him very stiffly across the sternum. AWOL then delivers another absolutely brutal chop to the chest of Desolation, causing him to stagger backwards into the turnbuckle. AWOL kicks him hard with his shin straight to the sternum, and then does it again, before connecting with the stiff kick for a third time. Desolation can barely hold himself up as AWOL slaps him across the side of the face now, sending spit flying from his mouth, then connects with another devastating knife edge chop.

Desolation barely seems to have the strength to remain upright from this onslaught with tacks sticking from every inch of him. AWOL wraps his arm around the neck of Desolation, lifting him up into the air and sitting him on the top rope now before he begins to climb up the turnbuckle as well. He throws a right hand into the face of the Dark Man throughout the process, and then slaps him brutally across the cheek once again. Spit flies from the mouth of Desolation from the incredibly stiff palm strike as AWOL continues to climb the turnbuckle in front of him. He gets onto the top rope with the crowd all watching in great suspense, realizing that he is setting up for something huge.

Douglas: Uh oh, both men going up into the high risk district here in what has been a sensational World title match!

Mayne: Yeah, they’re going up and looking into my crystal ball here, I can definitely foresee one of them meeting with disaster.

Dan: You’re the king of obvious statements Billy.

AWOL bends down now and begins to wrap his arm around the neck of Desolation, setting up for what obviously must be a superplex straight on top of the thumbtacks below. There is not one occupied seat in the whole arena, everyone standing, watching closely as Desolation shifts his body so that his legs are hanging over the side of the turnbuckle, wrapping them around the top rope. He is trying his best to keep from going over as AWOL now turns his body, stepping over the legs and looking over his shoulder at the table at ringside. He keeps his arm locked around the neck of Desolation, preparing to superplex him off the turnbuckle and through the table now. The Champion unleashes a primal roar as he tries to lift him only for Desolation to reach up, wrapping his arms around the back of AWOL’s legs and then jumping off the turnbuckle. AWOL’s legs go over the shoulders of Desolation as he powerbombs the Champion off the turnbuckle and through the table at ringside. The wood shatters around both men’s bodies as the crowd just goes absolutely insane.

Douglas: OOOOHHHH MYYYY GOOOOOODDD!!!

Fans: THAT WAS AWESOME, THAT WAS AWESOME, THAT AWESOME!

Mayne: Desolation may have just killed himself, and AWOL with a powerbomb from the top rope to the table below at ringside!

The fans are going absolutely insane, reduced to their most primal form as they slap the barricades and jump for joy. AWOL lies amongst the broken chunks of table while Desolation does as well, neither man able to move after what was one of the most insane moves ever seen.

Fans: UL-DUB, UL-DUB, UL-DUB!!

The official doesn’t know what to do as both men are clearly out of it, AWOL full of blood and Desolation full of thumbtacks. Neither man is showing any sort of life for several moments before Desolation finally begins to stir. He turns onto his side, sweat dripping from his battered body and the crowd still standing, watching this action in a crazed state. Desolation doesn’t have much strength or energy as he grabs the head of AWOL, beginning to drag him upwards slowly with every bit of his remaining strength. AWOL is no more than dead, bloody weight as he is pulled onto his knees and dragged by the weak Desolation towards the ring. The battered Dark Man rolls AWOL under the ropes with every bit of his remaining energy when he slides in himself, scrambling into the cover.

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Mayne: Not a new World Champion!

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The fans rejoice loudly, everyone going nuts as Desolation sits up, celebrating his victory. The official steps in front of him and points towards of the Champion which shot from the canvas at the very last second, Desolation sitting up with his jaw hanging open. He cannot believe it as AWOL has kicked out of the powerbomb through the table amazingly.

Billy: He kicked out, how, how!?!

Douglas: This is amazing, I cannot believe AWOL got his shoulder off the canvas after being powerbombed through the table.

AWOL lies on his side, breathing heavily, bloodied, battered and bruised from this intense match up as Desolation gets to his knees. He barely has power to stand as he stares straight at the top rope, signaling for the 450 splash. Desolation staggers towards the corner and falls into it before beginning to pull himself up the cables, in a very disorientated, exhausted fashion. He turns around, beginning to face AWOL as he sets up for his 450 splash, before he can, a desperate AWOL stands up and falls into him. He pushes the legs of Desolation out from under his body just like moments ago, causing him to rack himself on the top rope. Desolation yells out in pain as AWOL steps up onto the second rope now, covered in sweat as he wraps his arm around the neck of the Dark Man. Before Desolation has time to respond, AWOL lifts him up onto his shoulder and hooks his leg before diving from the second rope with a super Muscle Buster. The move drops Desolation straight back first onto the thumbtacks, as the entire arena goes nuts once more. Desolation sits up on the canvas with thumbtacks sticking from the back of his neck as a look of pure anguish sweeps over his face.

Douglas: ATOP ROPE MUSCLE BUSTER ONTO THE THUMBTACKS!!

Mayne: Yes, yes, there’s nothing left of these two now, hahaha!

AWOL lies on the canvas beside Desolation before he turns over and places his arm across the chest of the Dark Man, pinning him with the fans going absolutely crazy.

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Douglas: AWOL is going to retain his title!

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Every fan is jumping for joy as they see that AWOL has won his final match in the ULW, that he’s finally pinned Desolation when their hope is dashed by the kick out of the Dark Man. Screams of shock echo throughout the arena as Desolation turns onto his side in a groggy manner, AWOL falling onto his back in disbelief over what just happened. He slides his hands over his bloodied face, unable to believe Desolation just kicked out before he turns with wood chips covering his back into a crawling base.

Mayne: I cannot believe this, Desolation kicked out, he kicked out of one of the damndest things I’ve ever seen. What will it take to finally put him down?

Douglas: Desolation knows this may be his last chance at a title, and AWOL knows this will be his last title match, both men want this so much.

The fans are clapping and really pulled into the canvas AWOL grabs Desolation around the neck, rolling him onto his knees then pulling him up onto his feet. As soon as he stands him up, AWOL chops him stiffly as hell across the jaw, before slapping him across the face once more. Desolation somehow remains upright after both strikes, yet looks completely out of it as AWOL grabs his arm and places it between his legs, hooking up the other one as well. He turns to look out over the fans before he lifts Desolation up into the air for the Daisy Cutter. Desolation turns at the last second though and ends up sitting on the shoulders of AWOL, dropping back into a hurricarana. AWOL flips over as Desolation seems to be going for the pin, seated on the chest of the Champion while holding onto both of his legs. He drops back though, rolling in reverse straight onto his feet as he holds onto the legs and then wraps them around one another. Without warning, Desolation turns AWOL onto his chest and stomach and grabs his wrists, pulling him up and falling back first into the cables. He bounces off and pushes AWOL’s head down into the canvas, hitting his finishing version of the Curb Stomp. Everyone in the arena erupts at he sight of this, amazed by what they just witnessed as AWOL’s face slams into the canvas and then he rolls onto his back, not moving whatsoever.

Douglas: The Curb Stomp Alpa, what a counter, what an amazing counter by Desolation!

Mayne: I don’t believe it, I refuse to believe it!

AWOL lies on his back as Desolation stumbles into the cables, leaning on them for support then slides through the ropes onto the apron. He scales the turnbuckle as fast as his tack filled body will allow as he gets to the top rope and now dives off into the 450 splash straight on top of AWOL. The fans go nuts at the sight of the collision as Desolation now hooks the leg.

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Mayne: NOOOOOO!!!

The entire arena erupts into a wave of shock as AWOL kicks out a second too late, getting his shoulder up one moment after the ref’s hand had come down for a three count. Desolation turns over onto his knees immediately and looks towards the heavens in shock, in absolute disbelief over the fact that he just won the World Heavyweight title.

Douglas: He’s done it, he’s done it, he’s won the World title here tonight!!

Mayne: I can’t believe this, I just, I just, I just can’t believe it!

Dan: A new champion has been crowned as Desolation finally finds his way back to the top of the mountain!

Desolation is still in shock as the official grabs the World title belt now, Ingelson bringing it to the Dark Man, who grabs it from his hands with quickness. Desolation places the belt to his sweaty, slightly bloodied head that is embedded in thumbtacks.

Dan: A new chapter is about to be written in the annals of ULW history, as this match just delivered and so much more. A new World Champion here tonight at Retribution, my God, what a show!

Mayne: This is the darkest day, I should just kill myself rather than endure another Desolation title reign!

Desolation stands up in exhaustion as he lifts the World title belt above his head, getting an absolutely massive reaction from his loyal fans. He steps towards the turnbuckle and leans against it before climbing to the second rope and raising the belt high above his head for all to see, it glistens while the crowd really puts their hands together. AWOL turns onto his knees, bleeding from the head badly as he stares at Desolation’s back, the Dark Man turning to look over his shoulder. A serious expression befalls his face for once as he drops off the apron and thrusts his newly one title over his shoulder.

Douglas: Desolation savoring in his title win, but what does he have planned for AWOL now?

Mayne: Something disrespectful, that’s for sure.

Desolation approaches AWOL slowly and sticks his hand out in his direction. The former Champion who is convalescing his injuries looks down into his open hand before taking it in his own. The crowd cheers at the sight of this showing of respect between both athletes as AWOL and Desolation continue to shake hands, the Dark Man raising the arm of the Big Crazy Bastard and pointing into his direction. The fans give both men a standing ovation as AWOL looks around with a great sadness in his eyes. Desolation steps back and raises the title above his head, holding it there so that all the fans can see him standing tall with the belt. AWOL bends forward, holding his ribs and the back of his neck before he slaps his fist against his chest and raises it into the air one more time.

Douglas: What a moment this is ladies and gentlemen, AWOL’s final goodbye to the ULW, and Desolation’s title win, what a conclusion to Retribution.

Mayne: I’m afraid, even under these circumstances, that I have to admit this was one amazing show tonight. But what will happen on Annihilation, a new era in ULW, tune in and find out.

AWOL turns and surprisingly claps for Desolation who steps up onto the second rope and raises the title above his head yet again. AWOL glares out over the fans who are bowing down before him while some begin to chant.

Fans: PLEASE DON’T GO, PLEASE DON’T GO, PLEASE DON’T GO!

AWOL takes a bow of his own before raising his arm above his head and stepping towards the ropes, sliding through them onto the apron. The camera switches to Desolation one last time though as he remains on the apron, holding the belt high above his head, the championship glistening brightly.

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