ULW Worlds Ending


ULW Worlds Ending

Live from
The Giants Stadium, East Rutherford, New Jersey


The ULW symbol fades in on a pitch black background before dissipating into the shadows from which it resonated.

A moving profile of the Earth is shown, the camera passing around it's smooth circular surface slowly. The sun can be seen flashing around one of it's sides, bring light to it's shadowy surface as the planet rotates slowly. A deep, stern voice begins to hit in the background, speaking in a dramatic, almost Charleston Heston like fashion.

Voice: Over a million years ago, the world ended. A massive global extinction took place, caused by a meteorite, no bigger than the state of Texas.

A flaming, molting rock now passes before the camera, large chunks of debree floating at it's sides as it careens towards the planet. It seems to be tearing through space, causing a large ripple while speeding at the planet Earth.

Voice: It hit, with the power of a hundred nuclear missiles.....

The meteor crashes into the earth, creating a massive explosion and a ring of flames that begins to spread across the world.

Voice: It created a cloud of dust and debree that blocked out the sun for a hundred years. Causing acid rains, and poisonous gas, it was an event that forever altered the world.

The fire continues to spread around the world, completely enveloping it. The speaker once again begins, this time in a more ghostly fashion.

Voice: It happened before, and it will happen again.

The scene switches to the NASA main operations room, a number of finely dressed gentlemen rushing back and forth sporadically, hitting buttons that seem to have no relevance and shouting a great deal of incoherant gibberish. One gentlemen stands back in a dark suit, looking to calm down everyone to the best of his abilities, stopping their repetitive crazed motions.

Man: People, please! We need to make a statement to the president in fourty minutes, and thus far all we've got is nothing. We've been sitting here debating this thing for the last hour and a half, we need some logistics for crying out loud.

Everyone pauses, realizing that they've got to start working as a team, instead of acting like seperate entities. They all stare deeply into the face of the middle aged gentlemen who has taken control of this crazed mob. Realizing that he has them centered, he begins, speaking in a loud, almost arrogant voice.

All right, now when is it expected to hit.

The group looks around at one another, beginning to chat amongst themselves before a very slender, balding gentlemen with glasses speaks up for all to hear.

It's projected arrival time is tonight!

A horrifying hush befalls the crowd, while the lead figure nods his head, satisfied with the response, thinking up his next question however.

Okay, good to know, do we have a location yet?

More mumbling amongst the crowd begins, before a response registers from amongst them.

Are earliest reports say that'll it hit in East Rutherford, New Jersey.

More grumbling, and a good deal of headshaking, all of them acting disapointed, fear growing amongst them.

Worker: Sir, we've got something inbound right now!

Everyone turns towards the large screens at the front of the control room, their faces contorted with a sense of terror. Upon the many screens, black and white images begin to play through featuring Johnny Kingdom smacking Daemon Frost in the face with the World Heavyweight title belt. A sinister expression resides upon his face, gloating over the attack he just perpetuated. He then walks off carrying the belt, stealing the championship. The scene cuts back to the group of NASA workers, all of them appearing stunned by what they've just witnessed. The lead gentlemen finally begins to speak, working up the nerve to formulate words.

What kind of damage are we looking at?

The man who warned him of the impending strike is unable to response, completely finding it impossible to comprehend words.

I don't know sir, but I'd have to say that it will be astronimical.

Another of the workers, his head full of sweat and an expression of horror residing on his face, stands up behind his control panel, staring into the direction of his boss. Everyone falls quiet, all of them glaring at the screens ahead of them as the projectiles are brought upon across them. Immediately more images are featured, Orlando Cruze is shown powerbombing Sheryl Gray through an announce table, looking almost deranged afterwards. It's replaced however by scenes depicting Ravnos being knocked into a pit of acid by Bullseye and Curtis Jack. Finally, Bruce Lomond is featured attacking Teresa Hilton. We come back to the control room, the whole building beginning to shake violently, as something begins to come towards them. A paper cut vibrates enough to finally crash off the edge of a desk onto the ground below. All of the workers begin to run around, like chickens with their heads lobbed off, searching for the nearest exits. Mr. Norris stands in the middle of the control room staring at the several screens, which are still displaying violent imagry of Deakin Kalloway assaulting Psycho in the center of the ring after Killjoy's fake funeral. He pulls a small crucifix from his pocket, holding it between his fingers as sweat beads down his fear ridden facial features.

Dear lord, have mercy on our souls.

His eyes close slowly as the screen seemingly evaporates.

Darkness.

A single voice can be heard in the background after a good deal of time has passed. It sounds like that of Orlando Cruze.

I earned this! Nobody is going to take away my title again!!

Images of Orlando Cruze and Desolation are shown battling it out in the backstage area, fighting amongst one another in an all out brawl. The screen transitions between a number of various colors, setting the mood for every scene.

Desolation: I told you. I warned you. I gave you specific instructions on the fact that I would retaliate if you decided to fuck with me or fuck with my family.

Desolation and Cruze are being seperated by referees with dramatic music playing in the background, yet that doesn't even seem to be enough to keep them away from eachother. The violence only continues to escalate. The scene switches away from those depicting the escalating feud between the world title hopefuls, and now cuts to Young Chris and Chris Cortez after their Xtreme championship match. Both men battle it out in a tug of war over the championship. Both of them full of sweat and blood as they make their claims to the respective title belt.

Young Chris: After this match no longer will you be known as a lucky bastard because I will destroy you and after that whatever the hell is left of you.

Both men step nose to nose in the office of Lethal, anger overwhelming them, contorting their facial features, the screen once again being depicted with a black and white hue. The lyrics of Lucana Coil plays in the background while a flood of images begin to play. Psycho pinning Curtis Jack in a split instant is shown before Ravnos standing in the forefront of a camera, staring directly into the lens appears next. His words cut through the lyrics of the song.

Ravnos: Bullseye! Your next!!

Vivian is featured defeating Rebecca Raines until the images flash to Johnny Kingdom standing on a ramp with the World title over his shoulder wearing a smug grin on his face. That scene is replaced quickly however with an image of Frost hitting Johnny with a steel chair from behind from the outside of the ring.

Kingdom: Give me my title, Frost, and I won’t hurt you. Leave ULW forever, and I won’t hurt you. But Frost, this is a one time offer.

His words overcome the sound of the music lyrics, as the camera switches to Frost throughout the duration of the bold statement. Johnny Kingdom is featured giving Frost a spinebuster off the top of a ladder through a glass table until the scene switches to them having a face off at the conclusion of their contract signing.

Charleston Heston Voice: It happened before, and it shall happen again.

The music hits it's final beats while filtering through the numerous images of the extreme rivalries leading into this huge event. Nathan Creed attacking River Angelus with Lady Lust watching on, Chris Kain being shafted out of a victory over Sean Johnson, Too Magnificent battling it out with Extremely Dangerous, and finally Phantom winning the Hardcore championship at Equilibrium.

Finally a computerized image takes over the screen, featuring a huge meteorite hurling towards the Giant Arena in East Rutherford, the PPV theme song restarting. The words Worlds Ending are spread across the front of it, spelled out in molting lava. It crashes into the middle of the arena, and is followed by the screen splitting down the middle, taking us to a live feed of the crazed fans who are jumping out of their seats. Explosions shoot from the stage, and the specially crafted entry way.)


ULW Worlds Ending, LIVE From The Giants Stadium East Rutherford, New Jersey!!


(The Explosions just keep coming from the stage that has a large hand crushing a globe between its fingers its silver finish giving it a sparkle amongst the steel scaffolding surrounding it, on the three big screens the Words in Lava “Worlds Ending” are seen while in the background of the picture a fiery barrel and debree are seen everywhere, on the ends of the long stage real life barrels on fire are seen alight, the cheers from the fans have yet to calm down and as the cameras pass over the full house Giants arena, the sound of Jerry Walters voice, followed soon by his excited face as well as Tim’s is seen.)

Jerry Walters:
What a huge event, what a big moment in the history of ULW and what a night this is going to be! The last ULW show of 2004 is upon us ladies and gentleman, this is going to be off the chart.

Tim May:
You ain’t kidding! Orlando Cruze tonight becomes the World Champ and I got to say this, but I favor him tonight, on top of that Johnny Kingdom officiates his reign and finally puts the nail in Daemon once and for all.

Jerry Walters:
He certainly has that chance here but delivering is a much harder task as Chris Hunter finds out when Chastity returns later on tonight!!

Tim May:
Oh did you need to bring her up, miss “I didn’t sleep with him” I mean Bill did the same thing in the oval office, just cause it was a store cupboard you shouldn’t hide the truth, Bill knows why!

Jerry Walters:
Please don’t tell me you’re referring to Bill Clinton?

Tim May:
Yeah and like him another great president enters the arena tonight…Sheryl Marie Gray, and how will both her, and her husband react to Orlando Cruze…

Jerry Walters:
Not well, I can assure you that but Lethal has more worrying things in mind tonight when he has the chance to cause the end of Ingo’s career, once and for all.

Tim May:
In the words of SPIDER, Who books this shit? I mean damn it, Ingo is the protector, the problem solver of Hurse, the great injured Hurse, he did nothing to deserve this match tonight!

Jerry Walters:
I think he done a lot to deserve this match, Weapon is the regulator and Ingo has tried to stop him doing his job at every opportunity…Yet that’s not the biggest end off here tonight…2004’s biggest feud arguably, the most controversial two men in the business today…Daemon Frost Vs Johnny Kingdom in the first ever Glass Chambers match and you have to believe this one is going to be brutal…Pure Brutal!

Tim May:
No doubt Jerry, Johnny has been waiting for this moment since day one, to become the World Champion of the ULW and tonight he gets to officially mark his place in the history books and drop Daemon to yet another poor title run!

Jerry Walters:
The scary thing is…That could well happen here! The last show of the year guys…Anything and I mean Anything…Can happen!


Backstage


Tom Hammond walks into a locker room to get a few words out of Hunter before his match. The sweat is dripping from Hunter’s forehead as he repeatedly jumps up and down using a skipping rope at an extremely high speed. Hunter then stops within an instant as he spots from the corner of his eye Tom Hammond standing in the locker room. Hunter turns to face him as he breves heavily.

Hammond: Hunter, I just wanted to know wh...

Hammond stops talking as Hunter gets real close too him and stares evilly down on him, still trying to catch his breath.

Hunter: Four people walk out to that ring... Three people will “Bite The Dust”... Two out of those three will be out cold... And one of them will tap out or have their ankle shattered. And just in case you’re thinking about it, I don’t plan on being one of those three people.

Hunter walks right past Hammond as he exists the locker room.


Fatal Four Way Match


"Poison" by Alice Cooper starts to play, as all the men in the crowd start to hoot and hollar, where all the women start to boo. The lights start a strobe effect on the stage, as Rosa-Lee steps out onto it. She quickly poses at the top of the ramp, then makes her way to the ring, waving at various fans as she goes down to the ring. When she gets to the ring, she rolls, and is quickly up to her feet, awaiting the match to start

Tim: Jerry, it seems we're going to be forced to endure yet another of these damn good matches tonight, they're so annoying, the longer they go, and the more intense they are, the more you shout and make an ass of yourself.

Jerry: That's our jobs dumb ass. Anyway, here comes Rosa Lee, formely known as Eclyptica.

Tim: This girl changes her personality more than Hellkat.

a Jericho-like Countdown appears on the screen as the arena goes to pitch-black..it counts down from 3...rolling thunder is heard around the arena...suddenly 5 gigantic lightning bults hit the ring with tremendous power, "Eyes Wired Shut" by Edgewater starts to play and Sean's Video plays on the Titantron, it's a cross between Triple H's, and Tazz's Video...the lights come back on kinda slow, and there's Johnson in the ring...the whole entrance takes deliberatly about 3 1/2 minutes. Johnson now stares across the ring at Rosa Lee who is stretching with the use of the ropes.

Jerry: Sean Johnson has come to the ring and like always, he does seem to be in a pleasant mood.

Tim: nobodies going to be happy until they've won this match, or bought some of these items I'm going to be hauking all night for Seagreen's product placement plan.

Jerry: Oh man, please don't give into this damn thing, it's the worse idea I've ever heard.

Suddenly Bodies by Drowning Pool connects with the PA system, the crowd rising from it's seats as usual, following the norm, and unleashing a scornful reaction upon Hunter who strolls from the back. He has a black trench coat hanging from his body with sunglasses placed over his eyes and fog pouring from the stage and the entry way around him. He now starts down the ramp, glaring at both of his opponents, snatching his sunglasses off in a dramatic fashion. Sean Johnson and Rosa Lee look unaffected by his stern glare as he slides under the ropes and rises to his feet, his music beginning to fade out in the background.

Tim: Here's a guy who's been on kind of a crazy tear on FUF as of late, competiting ironically in his last FUF match.

Jerry: How's that ironic?

Tim: I'm not sure.

The arena is dark as red lights begin to flash while smoke fills the arena, starting at the entryway. "Calm Like A Bomb" by Rage Against The Machine begins to fade in over the speakers while the smoke clouds grow thicker. The words 'And Feel the Full Blast!!!' roar out loud as the song kicks in at full volume. Red pyro explosions go off like bombs and fire shoots up around the staging in pilars. Chris Kain appears through the smoke and raises his arms stretched out as he stands in front of the entryway. He walks towards the ring and jumps up to the edge to a mixed chorus of cheers and boos from the crowd. He enters the ring and jumps up to the top rope of the closest corner of the ring, raising up his fists above his head. He climbs down and removes his jacket, tossing it to the outside. Chris unbuttons his black shirt and pulls it off, tossing it out to the crowd. He begins warming up while the music dies down and the smoke begins to settle. His eyes are centered upon Sean Johnson and Chris Kain, the two men he seems to be having growing problems with.

Jerry: Chris Kain is out for revenge tonight ladies and gentlemen. He was punked out twice last Friday, once at the hands of a psychotic Hunter, and a cheating Sean Johnson.

Tim: Firstly, Sean Johnson didn't cheat, he was helped with prior knowledge, and secondly, your an idiot. Ha! Score one point for me!

Chris Kain, Sean Johnson, Rosa Lee and Hunter all look around at one another apprehensivly before beginning to move forward slowly. They all lift their hands into the air, all appearing ready to tie up in a four way test of strength. Just as they are about to interlock hands, Rosa Lee breaks away and shoots her leg into the air, slapping it violently across the side of Hunter's head, and causing him to back up a bit towards the turnbuckle. Her and Chris Kain now double knife edge chop Sean Johnson across the chest, knocking him off of his feet and down to the canvas, the sounds of the blow being absolutely devestating. Chris Kain quickly throws a forearm to the side of Rosa Lee's face, backing her up into the ropes as he pulls his hand back and chops her across the chest absolutely violently. Hunter steps in and grabs him by the shoulder, pulling Kain away from Rosa and then blasting him with his own knife edge chop, the crowd unleashing a whoo. Chris turns away from Hunter and steps towards Sean Johnson who levels him with his own knife edge chop, recieving another whoo from the sold out, estatic crowd. Hunter steps towards Johnson and recieves an equally devestating knife edge chop for his troubles when he responds with his own chop. Sean then smacks the side of his hand across the now red chest of Hunter, the crowd whooing with each of these brutal knife edge chops when Rosa Lee rushes away from the ropes and takes down both men with a double clothesline, knocking them down to the canvas. Chris Kain rises to his feet and steps towards her, slamming his hand across the side of her face, and then driving an elbow into her chin before finally whipping her into the turnbuckle. Rosa Lee strikes it back first hard as Chris Kain charges in and connects with a spear into her ribs, then backs up and does the same thing into her midsection. Sean Johnson rises behind them and spots Kain with his back turned towards him, so now charges in with a head full of steam for a spear when Chris moves out of the way and causes him to ram shoulder first into Rosa Lee's midsection. Rosa unleashes a scream of pain as she falls to the canvas upon her posterior. Hunter rising to his feet across from both Sean Johnson and Chris Kain and then charging in quickly, as he dives forward for a baseball slide kick it almost seems to take the legs of Sean Johnson out from under him. The Griffin jumps into the air and causes Hunter to slide across the canvas and hit a baseball slide dropkick to the chest of Rosa Lee who was still positioned in the corner. She begins to flop up and down on the canvas before rolling to the outside of the ring, looking to be in pain after being hit with all those high impact manuevers.

Jerry: Rosa Lee doing the smart thing and getting the hell out of that corner.

Tim: Do you see that, everyone teams up on the women, because you know, ladies do enjoy multiple partners, hahahahaha.

Jerry: What the hell was that suppose to mean?

Tim: I'm not really sure.

Hunter rises to his feet appearing a tad shocked as Sean Johnson and Chris Kain give him a double knee lift to the gut and now place him in a double front facelock, unexpectedly working together, even after what occured on the last FUF. Just as they are about to hit him with the move Hunter shoots a knee into the gut of Chris Kain and now wraps his other leg around Sean Johnson's blocking both attempts at the double suplex. Chris Kain turns away, holding his midsection as Hunter pulls Griffin's head down into a side headlock and then charges him at Kain who spins around just in time to have Sean's head used as a battering ram into his midsection. Chris backs up, holding his gut as Sean stumbles in reverse into Hunter who blasts him with a clubbing shot straight to the upper back before placing him in a full nelson submission hold, Rosa Lee entering the ring in front of them. She quickly steps in with no hesitation and delivers a buzzsaw kick straight to the ribs of Johnson, causing him to bend forward as Rosa swings around with her other lethal foot and connects with a spinning heel kick to the face of Hunter, knocking him down to the canvas. Chris Kain steps away from the ropes, still holding his ribs as Rosa spins around and blasts him to the back of the head with a kick that causes the crowd to groan, grabbing their own heads as if they can feel the pain. Chris drops to a single knee, a dazed expression on his face as Rosa steps around behind his back and grabs his arms, applying her own full nelson submission now before turning Kain over onto his knees, synching in a modification of a camel clutch. Sean Johnson stands up in front of them, stumbling around greatly as he clutches his ribs until he rushes in and jumps forward, blasting Chris in the face with a harsh front dropkick that causes Rosa to release her submission and stand up. Hunter leans back first against the ropes, holding his forehead while Sean Johnson stands up, Rosa Lee waiting for him as she swings around with a spinning heel kick. Johnson ducks under the kick and rises to his feet as Rosa spins around to face him only to be kicked to the gut and dragged into a double underhook, setting up for the Commotion Clause to everyone's shock when Hunter steps up behind him. He grabs Sean by the back of the head and drops to the canvas, connecting with a reverse neckbreaker as Rosa Lee is caused to float over, hooking the legs of Johnson in a pinning predicament.

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Hunter grabs her by the legs, dragging her off of the pin and then lifting them up beneath his arm pits into a catapult position before dropping backwards. He launches her into the air until she reaches out with her legs and hands and grabs the turnbuckle, scrambling to the top rope as Hunter turns around to face her. Rosa dives off the top and spins around, wrapping her legs around the neck of Hunter and connecting with a hurricarana that throws Hunter across the ring into the ropes. As Rosa begins to rise to her feet, bending forward, Chris Kain steps in and places her in a front facelock, dropping back into a hard DDT. Rosa bounces off the canvas and rolls across her back as Chris rises to his feet and turns towards Sean Johnson who is utilizing the ropes to pull himself upwards. Kain buries his shoulder into his spine and then drags him to the area directly beside the laid out Rosa, lifting Sean into the air and extending one of his legs outward in the process. He now drops Sean down, leg first across the throat of Lee, causing both competitors to writhe in agony. Chris now moves towards Hunter and begins to connect with hard right hands across his face repeatedly, nearly knocking him down to the ground until he is scooped up and turned in the direction of the now laid out Sean Johnson. He quickly slams him down across the ribs of Johnson with a scoop slam, once again hurting both competitors.

Tim: What the hell is Chris Kain doing, he's utilizing all of his opponents as weapons against his other opponents. This is almost as crazy as not having a nice ice cold Coors Light, there's nothing like tapping the rockies.

Jerry: Please don't tell me your giving into this stupid Holiday product placement crap.

Tim: Might as well as line my own pockets.

Chris Kain quickly grabs the legs of Sean Johnson who has rolled onto his stomach while stradling his chest and wraps them around one another in an inverted Indian Death Lock. Before he can do anything though Rosa Lee steps in and blasts him with an absolutely devestating buzzsaw kick straight to the ribs. The blow causes Chris to drop backwards, in turn making him place pressure on the legs of Sean Johnson who shouts out in pain. Chris rises to his feet and recieves a brutal knife edge chop from Rosa now, causing the crowd to respond with another wave of whoos. Chris in turn collapses backwards for a second time, torquing the legs of Johnson which are still wrapped in the death lock. Chris galiantely rises once again though as Rosa sets up for another devestating kick, Hunter sliding through the ropes behind them and approaching a nearbye turnbuckle, gripping his lower back in traumatic pain. Rosa now swing around with her foot only to have Chris duck under, causing her to spin all the way around and then walk gut first into the shoulder of Chris Kain. He quickly drops backwards, hitting a nothern lights suplex into a pin while keeping the Indian Death Lock applied, the crowd going nuts as a result.

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Hunter flies off the top rope, going into a corkscrew tornado twist before turning out of it into a big splash right across the ribs of Chris Kain, causing him to break the inverted Indian death lock and the northern lights pin. The crowd jumps from it's seats, releasing shere pandimodium, deeply enthused by the chaotic events in which they just witness transpire before their very eyes. All four competitors roll across the canvas, looking to be in a great deal of pain after that last series of events.

Jerry: Talk about insane ladies and gentlemen!!! Everyone involved in this four way were just damaged by that phoenix splash by Hunter.

Tim: That looked almost as painful and intrusive as my last prostate examination.

The crowd is still standing as Hunter rolls over onto his hands and knees, rising to his feet and stepping towards Chris Kain, dropping down on top of him and hooking his leg for the pin.

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Kain gets his shoulder off of the canvas while clutching his ribs in severe pain, causing Hunter to rise to his feet, appearing angry. Sean Johnson stands up in front of him with his back turned towards his opponent. Hunter steps in as fast as he can and places him in a reverse waist lock, setting up for a German suplex when Rosa Lee moves up behind Hunter and blasts him to the kidney area with a vicious buzzsaw like kick. Hunter in turn shouts in pain as his entire body crings, releasing Sean Johnson who stumbles forward a bit. He spins around and looks at Rosa Lee before they both glare down at Hunter who is ridden with pain throughout his back. They nod before lifting they're feet into the air and connecting with a double buzzsaw kick, one to his chest, and the other to Hunter's upper back. He grinds his teeth as a result and shouts out in horrible pain after the impact before collapsing forward onto the canvas. Sean Johnson now steps towards Rosa Lee, slamming a forearm shiver into the side of her face and then grabbing her by the wrist. He whips her across the ring and into the ropes, stepping forward and bending down for a back drop suplex as Rosa comes back in. She suddenly turns backwards in the direction of Johnson and floats up and over the spine of Johnson, landing on her feet behind him. Sean spins around to face her when Rosa grabs his arm and physically drags him down to the canvas, applying a fujiwara arm bar. The crowd begins to cheer at the sight of the move expertly applied by Rosa Lee who is suddenly grabbed by the legs, Hunter, dragging her off of the hold. He now lifts her legs up and applies a texas cloverleaf much to the fans dismay, Rosa pushing herself up onto her elbows and releasing a loud, piercing roar as she tries to fight free of the hold. Sean Johnson stands up quickly and moves towards Hunter, kicking him to the gut and pulling him forward, causing him to break the submission hold and in the process underhooking both of his arms. The fans response is that of disgust as Sean jumps into the air and then drags Hunter face first into the canvas with the Commotion Clause, connecting with his finishing pedigree modification.

Jerry: The Griffin Sean Johnson just hit the Commotion Clause, it's got to be over!

Tim: Yep, and then we can go out and have a few cold brewskies, wait, I've got some here. *Drinks* Ahhhh, there's nothing like the taste of Coors to make you forget all your feelings and emotions.

The fans are still disgusted by Sean Johnson while he hooks Hunter's leg for the pin.

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Chris Kain dives across the ring and hits Sean with an elbow to the back of the head, causing him to break the pin attempt and in turn roll onto his side. Johnson sits up, gripping his neck when Rosa Lee steps in and grabs him around the neck, dragging his head back into a dragon sleeper. The crowd begins to cheer as Sean remains seated on the canvas, trying to fight out of the hold to the best of his abilities while Chris Kain gets to his feet and suddenly steps around behind the back of Rosa Lee who is kneeling while keeping the dragon sleeper applied. Chris grabs Rosa around the head now and pulls her back with his own dragon sleeper. The fans are surprised by the unusual position they now see unfolding, Rosa Lee still holding Johnson in a dragon sleeper while she's being held in the same submission manuever. Hunter somehow works his way to his feet, getting all the way up when he spots the double dragon sleeper being locked in the center of the ring, he barely has his whits about him yet steps up behind Chris Kain, wrapping his arms around his neck, and underhooking one of his arms, standing him up and applying what appears to be described as a Tazzmission. He is choking the complete life out of Chris who's face has become a shade of red, Rosa Lee breaking the dragon sleeper and standing up as she grips her throat in pain. She begins to step in and lift her leg into the air when Hunter breaks the tazzmission and steps forward, grabbing her ankle and then tripping her onto her back. Hunter now rolls Rosa onto her back, synching in an ankle lock to the crowd's utter disgust, realizing he has one of his several trademark manuevers applied, The Bite, taking it's toll on Rosa who pushes herself up onto her elbows, screaming in agony as her ankle it ripped at in this hold. Hunter, doesn't seem to want to relinguish the hold come hell or high water as Chris Kain rises to his feet behind him. He quickly steps in and reaches down, grabbing the ankle of Hunter and tripping him up, causing him to release Rosa as he's placed in his own submission at the hands of Chris Kain, feeling the sensation of the ankle lock. He has spilled onto his hands and knees, his leg being ripped and tore at while being elevated off of the canvas. Rosa Lee rolls across the canvas, gripping her leg in agony as Sean Johnson stands up and turns around, holding the back of his neck. He quickly charges at Chris Kain now and clotheslines him viciously down to the canvas. Hunter, begins to stand up, his ankle absolutely killing him when Sean Johnson steps in and buries his shoulder to his spine, lifting him into the air and then spinning him out into a blue thunder powerbomb, dropping to a seated position on the canvas in the process.

Jerry: It looks like Sean Johnson has gotten the upperhand in this contest now, which has consistantly transitioned back and forth between all four of these able bodied competitors, who aren't fighting for gold, or a number one contendership, but for pride.

Tim: Pride is overrated, I'd rather have a title shot, or a nice cold Coors....

Jerry: If you finish that sentence I will not hesitate to throw you into the ring, and let these four athletes take care of you.

Sean Johnson stands up instead of going for the pin as Chris Kain rises to his feet, utilizing the ropes for assistance when the Griffin scoops him up into the air and slams him down to the canvas. The scoop slam sounds throughout the arena while Hunter rolls onto his stomach on the canvas, a few inches away from them, reaching for his back in a great deal of pain. Sean grabs the legs of Chris and rolls him over on top of Hunter now, the fans looking a tad perplexed as Kain's legs fall over the backs of Hunter's shoulders. The Griffin stares back and forth at the sold out crowd in a diabolical fashion until he steps over the back of Chris Kain and Hunter. He reaches down quickly and grabs the legs of Chris, lifting them into the air and placing them in a liontamer on top of the back of Hunter. He now reaches down between the legs of Chris and grabs the chin of Hunter, pulling it up into a reverse chin lock while keeping the liontamer applied on the legs of Kain. Both of his victims begin to scream in horrendous pain, the submission holds torquing both of their body parts, and leaving them with seemingly no ways in which to escape, Sean hoping to force them both to tap out. Rosa Lee gets to her feet, utilizing the ropes as a brace and shaking her leg to fight off the effects of the Bite as she moves quickly towards Sean Johnson and her pain ridden opponents. She quickly steps over the back of Chris Kain, aiming her back to Sean Johnson who is seemingly unaware of her presence. She now reaches back with one arm, wrapping it around the neck of Sean and pulling it backwards into a reverse headlock. At the same time she reaches down with her other arm, wrapping it around the chin of Chris Kain, pulling it up into a reverse chin lock. The fans rise to their feet and begin clapping as they see all of the submission holds being applied at the exact same time in this odd position. Griffin absolutely refuses to release the liontamer or the chin lock while Rosa Lee shows the same defiance.

Tim: What in the world!?!

Jerry: This has got to be one of the craziest sets up I've ever seen.

The crowd is still clapping as all four competitors remain in this position, fighting to force one another to submit. Finally Griffen is forced to break the liontamer and the reverse chin lock, reaching back with his arms and underhooking both of Rosa Lee's. He now pulls her upwards for a possible black slide when Rosa floats over the head of Sean Johnson and lands on her feet in front of his face. Sean appears shocked before Rosa moves forward and blasts him in the back of the head with a step up shinning wizard. Johnson spills forward onto the canvas while Rosa drops onto her hands and knees, breathing deeply and still favoring her ankle somewhat. Chris Kain and Hunter rise to their feet, both competitors looking exhausted. Rosa Lee gets to her feet as well, Sean Johnson laid out after the shinning wizard blasting him to the back of his head. Hunter stands up and stumbles to the center of the ring, wobbiling back and forth, his legs nearly cutting out beneath him as Chris Kain steps towards him as does Rosa Lee. Hunter turns and kicks Rosa to the gut, causing her to bend forward as she is placed in a front facelock. Chris now steps in and throws a clothesline that Hunter ducks under, causing Kain to spin around and aim his back towards him. Hunter reaches up and grabs him by the back of the head, dropping down to the canvas back first, pulling Kain down into a reverse neckbreaker and dragging Rosa into a DDT at the same time, connecting with two moves. All three competitors are absolutely motionless on the canvas after the manuever, appearing wore out before Hunter turns and places his arm over the chest of Chris Kain.

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Chris gets his shoulder up, rolling onto his side much to Hunter's dismay, causing him to rise onto his knees covered in sweat as he stares at the referee in disbelief. He finally rises to his feet, refusing to stay down as he stumbles in the direction of the turnbuckle, perhaps looking to end things with another of his trademark moves, the top rope elbow drop, also known as the Lights Out. He begins to move up the ropes, nearly falling over several times in the process, trying to straighten out his head as he starts to get to the top with his back aimed towards the other competitors. Suddenly Sean Johnson steps up the turnbuckle behind him and blasts him in the back with a forearm shot, nearly knocking him over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Hunter remains standing on the top rope as Johnson pulls himself all the way to the top as well, and now wraps his arms around his waist, setting up for a German suplex. Hunter, tries to hold on, realizing that he is going to be German suplexed off of the top rope if he doesn't fight it. However, before Sean Johnson can do it, he's clubbed over the spine by Rosa Lee who now steps up onto the middle rope, placing her shoulder to the lower back of the Griffin. The crowd begins to cheer to see her setting up for a back drop suplex off the turnbuckle until Chris Kain steps up behind her and smacks her over the spine. The crowd rises to it's feet as Chris Kain turns around, stepping under the legs of Rosa and now setting her up in a powerbomb position. The reaction is indescribable as Chris Kain powerbombs Rosa Lee down while she pulls Sean Johnson off the top with a back drop suplex and he in turn Germans Hunter off the top rope as well. All four individuals spill to the canvas, Hunter flying all the way across the ring and slamming across the back of his head and neck, rolling over onto his chest and stomach as a result of the German suplex.

Jerry: Sweet Jesus, Rosa Lee was just powerbombed, Sean Johnson was super back dropped, and Hunter was given a German suplex off the top rope, that was simply...

Tim: Unbelievable, yes we all know.

The fans are on their feet chanting holy shit at the top of their lungs, Chris Kain the only man left standing and leaning backwards against the turnbuckle. His eyes filter over all three individuals who are laid out before him, every body taken completely out of the equation it seems. He quickly charges forward and drops down on top of Rosa Lee for the pin.

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Rosa gets her shoulder up, rolling onto her side as Chris rises to his knees, looking aggitated. He now crawls towards Sean and drops on top of him, burying his elbow into his throat for the pin.

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Johnson now kicks out, only further infuriating Chris Kain, his body racked in pain, yet not willing to cause him any time. He crawls towards Hunter now, dropping down on top of him and hooking his leg, hoping that this time will be different.

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Hunter shoots his shoulder off of the canvas at the last possible second, causing Chris to get up and seemingly go into convulsions of anger that once again his pin was avoided. He rises to his feet and stares around at the crowd, taking deep breaths as Sean Johnson rises to his feet slowly, grabbing the ropes and utilizing them as a crutch. Rosa Lee places her feet beneath her and now stands up as Chris Kain steps towards Johnson who spins around and blasts him with a knee to the gut. Chris bends forward and is dragged between the legs of Johnson who hooks his legs for the Commotion Clause. Chris tries to fight it yet Johnson won't let him go of him when Rosa steps in and connects with the superkick straight to the side of Sean's head. The fans are shocked to see the Holy Confessions, causing Johnson to fall onto his back and release Chris Kain who begins stumbling around greatly disorientated. Rosa Lee quickly rushes at the turnbuckle in front o f Kain, jumping to the top rope when Chris snaps out of it and rushes forward. He places his hands to the back of Rosa's posterior and shoves her off the turnbuckle, flying towards the barricade which she smacks into brutally. She bounces off and then tumbles onto her back, the crowd groaning the impact in which they just witnessed. Rosa is knocked completely out of it, rolling across the mats and holding her chestual cavity while Chris Kain turns around to face Hunter who is slowly rising to his feet. He nearly falls over several times when Chris Kain turns towards him and jumps into the air, swinging around with his foot into the Chaos Theory that Hunter ducks under, allowing him to drop chest first onto the canvas. He now reaches out and grabs the ankle of Chris Kain, lifting his leg into the air and applying the ankle lock to a huge out cry of dread and despair amongst the crowd, all of them infuriated.

Jerry: Hunter has got the Bite locked in here ladies and gentlemen, I cannot believe it may come down to this!

Tim: Hunter's going to win, he's going to beat Chris Kain like I knew he would all along. And I bet he'd enjoy a beer with me afterwards.

Jerry: Remember what I warned you about Tim.

Chris Kain pushes himself up onto his elbows and knee, shouting out in pain at the top of his lungs, his ankle being ripped apart by the Bite. Yet he refuses to tap out, to give into this submission hold, pushing himself up onto his fist and staring across the ring at the turnbuckle. Rosa Lee tries to get to her feet on the outside, utilizing the barricade to try and stand up, falling over several times as she grabs her chin and chest. Chris Kain continues to fight it, beginning to drag himself across the ring towards the ropes, yet Hunter holds on furiously trying to force the submission. Suddenly Chris rolls forward, throwing Hunter forward into the turnbuckle. Chris ends up on his back, exhausted as Hunter continues to charge into the turnbuckle when he suddenly steps up the ropes and gets to the top, turning and jumping off as he extends his elbow out to his side and drops it across the chest of Chris Kain. The crowd's reaction is even that of more disgust, seeing Hunter connect with his trademark move without warning.

Jerry: The Lights Out!!

Tim: Hahahaha, Chris Kain countered out of one finishing move and was in turn hit with another.

Chris curls onto his side as Hunter drags him onto his back and hooks his leg.

The ref drops and makes the count.

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Sean Johnson gets onto his knees and begins to scoot towards Hunter while Rosa Lee slides into the ring. Both individuals jump forward at the pin.

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They both hit Hunter with elbow shots just a second too late to break it up. Bodies by Drowning Pool erupts over the PA system, Hunter rolling away from his competitors who rise onto their knees full of sweat and looking incredibly angry. Chris Kain continues to lie on the canvas breathing heavily and looking to be out of it as Sean Johnson and Rosa Lee glare at one another in anger. Rosa's eyes divert towards Chris however, giving him a stern and very upset stare, beginning to shake her head. Hunter gets onto his knees, lifting his arms into the air and leaning backwards on the canvas with a huge grin on his face, having won this highly competitive contest.

Tim: Hunter's done it, he's bested all of these competitors tonight, as he'll consistantly do, especially when he starts facing off against those Annihilation losers.

Jerry: I'd like to say that I'm disapointed or disgusted, but Hunter clearly just pulled it out tonight, and fairly, I'm so disapointed that I can't complain.

Tim: Awww, poor baby.

Hunter stands up, lifting his arms above his head and nearly collapsing to the canvas, his legs just about cutting out beneath him after the grueling battle he just endured.


Backstage


Jason Seagreen stands in his illustrious office, standing over a box with pictures in it, pulling them out and placing them on his walls. Right over his shoulder stands Conrad Gray with his arms crossed and the usual sinister glare stretched over his face.

Conrad: What's with the whole decorating your office Seagreen, you know your just going to have to take it down like a couple hours from now anyway.

Seagreen nods, not too interested in the ramblings of his partner.

Jason: Well Conrad, I just can't sit in a dark and dreery office, I need to make it more homely and more professional looking. Besides, this show is airing all around the world, I think the fans would like to know that I actually can decorate, especially the ladies.

Conrad thinks about it for a moment and then shrugs his shoulders as Seagreen removes another photo encased in a glass frame. Jason seems to take special pride in this photograph, turning towards Conrad, beeming with joy.

Jason: This Conrad, is not just any ordinary picture my friend, I take great joy in poessesing this. It's my one of a kind, signed photo of my hero, Tedd Coppel.

Conrad's face fills with bewilderment, as he hunches forward a bit to get a better look at the picture, featuring Mr. Coppel with his foot on top of a stool and his jacket thrown over his shoulder, his name scribbled in the corner. Conrad doesn't seem to know what to think as Seagreen positions the photo onto his wall, making sure it's nice and straight as he grins heavily, backing away from it slowly. Conrad slowly turns towards something large hanging up behind Seagreen's desk, covered by a large red sheet.

Conrad: All right then Seagreen, what the hell is that?

Jason glares at him in a confused fashion before he realizes what Conrad is making reference to. He finally grins and swarms upon it quickly, looking eager to unveil whatever is cloaked by the sheet. He reaches out and grabs the bottom of the sheet, turning and looking over his shoulder at Conrad who has his arms crossed, looking overly anxious.

Seagreen: This my friend, is something that I recently had made, a portrait of the Gods if you will, or just one God in particular I suppose.

Jason pulls the sheet off of the large frame, revealing a portrait of Seagreen seated on top of a white steed as it bucks upwards, kicking it's legs. Conrad takes a step back, grabbing his chest and looking fightened by the picture at first glance. He takes a deep breath though, regaining his senses. He stumbles over his words as he tries to form a sentence, the portrait throwing him off greatly.

Conrad: What the hell is that?

Seagreen appears confused by Conrad's perplextion.

Seagreen: It's a portrait, of myself, the great, the noble, and the majestic, Jason Seagreen. Isn't it a thing of beauty?

Conrad's face twists and turns, contorting into a confused expression, unable to formulate an appropiate response. Suddenly there comes a knock at the door, Seagreen and Conrad turning in it's direction, as a stage hand enters, carrying a large box that he is almost unable to keep a hold of. He struggles to bring the box into the center of the room before dropping it on top of the red carpeted floor. He takes a deep breath as he whipes away the sweat from his forehead.

Stage Hand: Mr. Seagreen, your package has arrived.

Conrad places a stick of gum in his mouth, chewing away on it as he and Seagreen approach the box, Jason looking overwhelmed.

Seagreen: Thank you lowly stage hand.

The young man grins out of bewilderment, trying to interpret rather that was a compliment or not. Nonetheless he lifts his hand into the air in the FUF GM's direction, indicating that he should recieve a tip for his services. Conrad looks at Jason, and then back at the Stage Hand before removing a chewed up piece of gum from his mouth and placing it in the palm of the young man's hand. The Stage Hand looks disgusted as he glares into his palm.

Conrad: Now don't spend that all in one place.

Conrad pats him on the back as the stage hand turns and begins to walk away, continuing to analyze the sewed up gum. Seagreen feverishly tears into the box.

Conrad: I know I'm going to regret asking this, but what's in the box?

Seagreen removes a number of products at the conclusion of the statement, a hand held television, a bag of lays potato chips, and a twelve pack of Coors Light, his arms full of various objects.

Seagreen: Well Conrad, I had an ingenious plan last night while sitting on the crapper. This is the Christmas season, a time of joy and happiness, as well as clever product placement, so I thought to myself, what better place to market goods, then our very own ULW pay per view. Not only am I fulfilling my obligations to the Network, but at the end of the show, we also get to keep all this great stuff.

Conrad shakes his head, seemingly not liking the idea.

Conrad: I don't know about this Seagreen, I don't think the fans are going to like it.

Seagreen: Did I forget to mention that the company's behind all of these fabulous prizes are also paying us a very hefty amount of cash for this endevour?

Conrad's eyes sparkle at the insinuation of making some side cash, yet he still seems to be apprehensive over the whole idea.

Seagreen: Come on Conrad, you know you could use some extra cash.

Conrad releases a sigh of despair.

Conrad: Fine, now give me one of those damn beers.

Conrad snatches one of the Coors Lights from the box and opens it, beginning to chug it down quickly. Seagreen stands back with a smirk on his face.


Also Backstage


(The scene opens in Silencer's dressing room. Silencer is looking in the mirror, at himself. There is a knock at the door. Silencer turns his head)

Silencer: Who is it?

(The voice behind the door is a bit muffled)

Kailey: It's Kailey, Kailey Worf!

(Silencer rolls his eyes)

Silencer: Hurry up and get in here, if you are. Otherwise, leave me the fuck alone

(The door opens, and Kailey walks in with a camera crew still badly marked from the attack caused by Vivian on FUF. Silencer turns to face them.)

Kailey: Such language! Anyway, we were all wondering what you think about this match.

(Silencer sighs, before starting)

Silencer: What do I think about this match... I think it's a fucking joke. I mean, Silencer is supposed to be "The Best" as far as FUF standards go, and here I am facing a god damn jobber, in a joke match. What kind of shit is this?

(Kailey gasps)

Kailey: Well, now that we know what you think about your match, how about your opponent.

Silencer: Jenny? I know she will win. I cannot possibly win; even being the best... I don't think I can, and I doubt I will.. I guess we'll just have to see, won't we?

Kailey: I guess we will! Well, we'll see you later, Silencer.

Silencer: Later kid... Oh, and by the way.

Kailey: Yes?

Silencer: Keep up the good work... You didn't hear it from me though...

Kailey: Okay... Thanks! That means a lot coming from you.

Silencer: Remember, keep that quiet...

(Kailey and the crew walk out of Silencer's dressing room, as Silencer turns back to his mirror. He looks at himself for a second, before lowering his head.)

Silencer: I'm such a fucking fake....

(The scene fades out, as Silencer stands up, and walks out of his dressing room, the camera still focusing on the mirror)


Back In the Arena


Billy Mayne:
What a show this is already! Wow! The first Pay Per View mixing both rosters and this is great and can you believe next we are going to see yet another Curtis Jack title defense!

Dan Douglas:
That could be the case, ladies and gentleman on behalf of annihilation welcome to ULW worlds ending and to start our account of the show the Livewire Championship is on the line, Curtis Jack Vs Psycho, two men with a history and this is going to be a great match to decide the gold in my opinion.

Billy Mayne:
The crazy ass Psycho is so going to get his ass kicked! It’s obvious!


Livewire Title Match
Curtis Jack Vs Psycho


Annihilation Match


Commercial



Back in the Arena


Jerry Walters:
ULW Paranoia edges ever closer and what a show its going to be, I am excited now and we still have till April to wait!

Tim May:
Yeah and think what else is to come, The Interactive Pay per View Next Month, the SCW Vs ULW Match next month as well, the Royal Rumble for the Paranoia title shot in Feb and the rumors that another huge event will be happening in March! It is non-stop in ULW in 2005 Jerry!

Jerry Walters:
You ain’t kidding and beyond everything else, ULW Paranoia is set to be the biggest event of them all and my heart is pounding faster just thinking about it!

Tim May:
Really? You need a girlfriend, I’m excited, but not that excitied!


Interbrand match
Ravnos Vs Bullseye

The arena lights dim, the riff begins, as flames appear on the Irish Flag. Fans begin to chant "Bullseye", a loud explosion is heard, as smoke pours across the stage floor. The music begins. Bullseye enters the arena, dressed in his ring gear; he raises his hands, the pyro shoot up. Cat is standing beside him. As he approaches the ring, he signals, the fans and salutes the cameras watching, with two middle fingers. The fans laugh and cheer louder, for the Dublin star, he stands, prepared in the ring, listening to the fans, singing to his music.

The Lights in the Arena Go Out a Red Light Flash Then Come Up a Bell Tolls and a Horrible Laugh Follows it I Stand Alone Buy Godsmack hit the speakers Fire shoots up near the entrance Way Ravnos walks out Thought it wearing a Long Black Coat with his head down he slowly makes his way to the ring he walks around to where the steps are he walks up the walks along the apron a bit steps over the top rope puts his head up looking up toward the roof he roars the raises his arms bring them down fast and fire shoots out of the turnbuckles kinda like Kane’s entrance he Then takes his coat of revealing his wrestling attire and walks over the corner and leans against the turnbuckle and waits for the ref to check him.

Jerry: Both men are out here and we are ready to go!

Tim: Put the women and children to bed, this one is going to get ugly.

Bullseye and Ravnos circle each other in the ring, both men showing great intensity. Finally the two men lock up in the center of the ring, and Ravnos quickly whips Bullseye to the ropes. Bullseye comes running back and ducks a clothesline from Ravnos, and then Bullseye grabs Ravnos by the neck and takes him down with a neck breaker. Both men are quick back to their feet, and start exchanging blows. Ravnos backs Bullseye into the corner, and lowers his shoulder and drives it into the midsection of Bullseye. Ravnos backs off and slides out of the ring, and grabs a steel chair and tosses it into the ring. Ravnos slides back into the ring, but Bullseye has enough composure to run over and grab the chair, and deliver a shot to the back of Ravnos as he slides into the ring. Ravnos gets to his knees, and Bullseye swings for his head, but Ravnos ducks the chair shot, and hits Bullseye with a low blow.

Jerry: What a cheap shot by Ravnos with the low blow to Bullseye.

Tim: Did you forget this was a no DQ match genius?

Jerry: No, but still, it was cheap.

Tim: Cheap, maybe. Legal, definitely.

Ravnos lifts himself up using the ropes, and regains his composure. Bullseye has recovered from the low blow, and grabs Ravnos from behind looking for a German suplex, but Ravnos quickly powers out and completely levels Bullseye with a huge clothesline. Ravnos drops to his knees, and slides under the bottom rope, and starts looking for some toys under the ring. He pulls out a trashcan and a 2x4, and sets them up on the apron. Then he pulls a table out and sets it up on the outside of the ring. Ravnos slides back into the ring, and lifts Bullseye up by his hair and taunts the crowd. Ravnos gets major heat from the crowd, and then sets Bullseye up for a suplex. Bullseye counters though, and hits Ravnos with a suplex of his own, which gets a pop from the crowd. Bullseye slowly gets back to his feet, and walks over and grabs the 2x4. He slams the 2x4 against the mat screaming for Ravnos to get to his feet, which sends the crowd into a frenzy. Ravnos finally gets to his feet, and as he does Bullseye charges him and hits him across the ribs with the 2x4! Ravnos drops to his knees, and then Bullseye swings at Ravnos, breaking the 2x4 across his back!

Jerry: What a shot by Bullseye onto the monster Ravnos!

Tim: That’s nothing Ravnos can’t handle. This is the man that was dipped in acid. Remember, Jerry?

Jerry: Yes, I remember.

Bullseye tosses the half of the 2x4 that is still in his hand aside, and he goes to cover Ravnos. Ravnos, though, sits up on the mat before Bullseye can make a cover. Bullseye immediately goes back to work on Ravnos and locks in a sleeper hold. Ravnos slowly gets to his feet, and delivers a few elbows to the midsection of Bullseye, forcing him to break the hold. Ravnos flings Bullseye to the ropes, and sends him flying to the mat with a big boot. Ravnos walks over and grabs the trashcan, and delivers a few stomps to the chest of Bullseye. Ravnos then slides the trashcan over Bullseye’s head, and then climbs to the top rope. Ravnos takes in all the boo’s from the crowd, and then he leaps off the top rope, and hits Bullseye with a Top Rope Flipping leg drop to the trashcan!

Tim: What a move by the big man!

Jerry: That was a very impressive move by a man of his stature! Bullseye has to be knocked out!

Ravnos pulls the trashcan off of Bullseye, and goes for the cover. 1…2…No! Bullseye manages to get a shoulder up at the very last second! Ravnos gets up to his knees, and claps his hands three times at the ref out of frustration. Ravnos gets back to his feet and bends down to lift up Bullseye, but Bullseye has grabbed the trashcan lid and he levels Ravnos with a shot to the face with the trashcan lid! Bullseye slowly gets back to his feet, and then walks over to Ravnos and goes absolutely insane beating Ravnos with the trashcan lid. The fans are going insane at the site of this, and chants of Bullseye start to echo throughout the arena. Bullseye lets out a roar and tosses the trashcan lid aside. Bullseye lifts Ravnos to his feet, and starts hammering away at the big man with some stiff right hands. Bullseye backs Ravnos up against the ropes, and then Bullseye walks to the opposite side of the ring. Bullseye charges Ravnos, but Ravnos grabs Bullseye and uses his own momentum against him to throw Bullseye outside of the ring and through the wooden table! Bullseye lays motionless outside of the ring with the broken table around him, and in the ring Ravnos drops to his knees to regain his composure.

Jerry: Oh my god! Ravnos may of just broken Bullseye in half!

Tim: No, Ravnos did just break Bullseye in half!

Bullseye is still motionless on the outside of the ring, and Ravnos has finally regained his composure and is looking down at the lifeless body of Bullseye with a big smile on his face. Then, out of nowhere, Hunter comes running out through the crowd and slides into the ring behind Ravnos with a baseball bat in hand! Ravnos is completely oblivious of this, and when he turns to face Hunter, Hunter nails him in the forehead with the baseball bat! The crowd is in an absolute frenzy as Hunter stands above Ravnos screaming at the top of his lungs. Hunter then sets the baseball bat down, and rips off his t-shirt, revealing an Annihilation t-shirt! Hunter drops to his knees and starts punching away at the face of Ravnos.

Jerry: What the hell?! Is Hunter on Annihilation now?!

Tim: Kind of looks that way doesn’t it genius?

Jerry: This is a huge pick up for Annihilation!

Tim: Yea, but I don’t think it’s a smart move by Hunter to attack Ravnos.

Jerry: That’s something we’ll have to wait and see.

Hunter gets back to his feet and shouts at the crowd one last time, and then exits through the crowd as he leaves Ravnos lying on his back in the middle of the ring. Meanwhile, Bullseye has managed to get back to his feet, and he slides into the ring. Bullseye slowly crawls over to Ravnos, and drapes and arm over his chest. The fans chant along with the ref, as he counts 1…2…3…NO!! To the dismay of Bullseye and all of his fans, Ravnos managed to get his shoulder up at the very, very last second! Both Ravnos and Bullseye crawl to the ropes, and use them to lift themselves back to their feet. Ravnos digs down deep and gets a burst of energy, and charges Bullseye and takes him down with a spear. Ravnos is immediately back to his feet, and he lifts Bullseye back to his feet. Then he delivers a few punches to the midsection of Bullseye, and then hits him with the R.I.P! Ravnos hit the Rest In Pain! He immediately covers. 1…2…3!

Tim: Woo Hoo! He did it! Ravnos beat Bullseye!

Tim: Yes, but a great effort by both superstars!

Tim: Who cares? All that matters is that Ravnos gets a mark in the W column!


Backstage


(The scene opens with Teresa reaching the arena, she smiles showing a radiating beauty that has lacked somewhat recently, its obvious she has more confidence then she has before and is looking like a woman back on track. She says hi to a number of staff before heading around the corner nearly walking right into Sheryl Gray who just stops what she is doing and looks at Teresa.)

Teresa:
Oh…Erm...Sorry.

Sheryl:
Isn’t that what you normally say…Or how, it was a accident right?

Teresa:
I can’t believe we are still discussing Equilibrium, I mean Sheryl it was a month ago, I didn’t mean it, what else do I need to do to prove it to you? I mean I am even taking on that monkey of yours Bruce Lomond this week!

Sheryl:
What else do you need to do? You need to make a sacrifice, I don’t care who you face, I don’t care what you do in that ring, I PAYYOU for that, Why don’t you do me a favor and drop dead…That would be much more to my liking!

Teresa:
Because if I done that life would be just to boring for you I guess!

(Suddenly a sound man walks past not realizing how close he is to Teresa and knocks her back to the floor a plastic tub rolling out from the contents, Teresa dives down to retrieve it, but a smiling Sheryl gets there first and just looks at the tub.)

Sheryl:
What do we have here? You do know drugs are illegal right and of course there have been issues as of late regarding them?

Teresa:
Yes I know, they are medication, my doctor gave them to me they are not illegal!

(She snatches them back of Sheryl and places them back in her bag before looking again at Sheryl who is smiling and storms off into the arena past the ULW Owner as she disappears a screeching noise comes from the parking lot and Sheryl watches as Tommy steps out of the car angrily, he heads toward her and begins to calm himself recognizing her as the boss.)

Tommy:
Mrs. Gray

(She nods and notices him heading into the arena, she then smiles evilly and turns to him.)

Sheryl:
Tommy…

Tommy:
Yes?

Sheryl:
You are hear for Teresa right?

Tommy:
Erm…Yes, is that a problem?

Sheryl:
No, no…In fact I was hoping you could teach her the era of her ways…You see, I have it under good authority that Teresa has been taking drugs and has some with her this week as well…I was hoping you could have a word with her, save me from taking action you know?

Tommy:
Drugs? She is doing Drugs?

Sheryl:
Yes, she said something about being a free woman and doing what she wants now, so if you could for me and be a dear!?!

Tommy:
Oh…I Will!

(Tommy seems to hide his obvious anger further before turning and leaving the area as the camera focuses back on the evil glare of Sheryl Gray followed by the scheming evil grin that the ULW had not seen in so long.)


Also Backstage


(The scene opens backstage with Vivian sitting in her locker room, she opens an envelope and looks into it before pulling out a letter, she opens it and stares at it for a second before sighing deeply and dropping her head in disappointment, suddenly a knock at the door comes and she turns to see Ophelia of the Glamour Girls at the door. She stands and faces the woman as they come within arms reach of each other.)

Vivian:
Can I help you?

(Ophelia just smiles.)

Ophelia:
Not really, but I just wanted to wish you luck later on in your Women’s title match, you have a great opportunity one we all wish we had…I hope you do it.

Vivian:
Oh…Thank you.

Ophelia:
No problem, oh and Vivian, I know you were a little angry not on FUF last…But I hope you vented all of that anger, because you know Hellkat as well as the rest of us…She won’t lay down for anybody!

Vivian:
I know and for my outburst I’m sorry…

Ophelia:
Maybe it’s not me you should be apologizing to, there is a 17 year old reporter who suffers injuries over Christmas and New Year because of your anger…She needs that kind of attention…Think about it ok?

(Vivian just nods as the Glamour Girl forces another smile and leaves the room, the Women’s contender seems deep in thought at this and just looks at the ground before raising the letter in her hand back to her face before folding it up and sighing again.)


Back In the arena


Jerry Walters:
I believe Ophelia was talking about young Kailey Worf who was hospitalized because of the actions of Vivian Fox on FUF!

Tim May:
Why the hell should she say sorry? She was just starting to show the kinds of assets men like me admire! Vivian, don’t listen to those backstage, go to the hospital and beat that young punk a new hole…She deserves it anyway!

Jerry Walters:
I am not even going to argue with you over this one, it was disgusting what that young girl went through and all because she was doing her job and asking the questions she was told to ask…My question is what was Vivian holding? Whatever it was, she was not pleased about it!

Tim May:
I have no idea, maybe she got a letter of termination, with the news that Curtis Jack is gone, she could be just another name on the chopping block!


Annihilation World Title Contendership Match
Magnum Vs Deaken Kalloway


The lights inside the arena fade to black as a video appears on the video screen. The video shows Killjoy standing with a gun to his head. The sound of a gun shot rings through the arena as the video turns to static. After a couple of seconds, the words “Killjoy is dead” appear coming through the static. An evil laughter cuts through the arena as “My World” by TNA Entertainment begins to play. The arena’s lights come back up just in time for Deakin Kalloway to walk through the entryway curtains and out to the top of the ramp. Deakin stands still for a moment and looks over the crowd before making his way down to the ring. When Deakin reaches the ring, he walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring. He doesn’t do anything towards the crowd; he just walks over to a corner and uses the ropes to warm himself up as the music fades out.

Billy Mayne
“This guy sucks! He hasn’t won a single match since I have started watching this show!”

Dan Douglas
“Are you kidding me, anyone who could come back from a beating like the one he took last week and still be standing here today has got to be one of the toughest S.O.B’s of all time!”

Billy Mayne
“…Or a glutton for punishment!”

("Faint" by Linkin Park begins to play as the lights go out. Blue lasers begin to light the arena as a fog begins to engulf the stage. A huge explosion goes off as Magnum appears at the entrance looking prepared and focused, the boos are echoing out already and he just shakes his head and talks trash back at the fans before heading down the ramp and climbing into the ring, he just stares at Deaken. It is obvious the hatred between the two men is not what it use to be and they already move toward each other in the ring.)

Dan Douglas:
Magnum a former World Champion in the ULW has a real chance to get back to that point in his career tonight, a win here would ensure that he was number one contender of that belt…

Billy Mayne:
Exactly and Killjoy or Kalloway or whatever he is now is just a flop, that rounds up his whole ULW Career!

Dan Douglas:
I think that’s a very bad judgment of the man and what he has done here Billy!

Both men stand nose to nose, the referee explaining the rules. Both men nod and the bell rings, Magnum darts forward, but Deakin ducks the opening lock up, dropping down to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Magnum, unsure what to do walks to the ropes as Deakin Kalloway makes his way back up the ramp he had walked down moments ago! Stopping, the crowd booing, Deakin turns to Magnum who is shouting him to get back to the ring, and gives Magnum the finger!
Turning with a smile on his face, Deakin is about to walk straight out of the arena when Edward Hayden rushes out of the back himself. Hayden puts his open hand on Deakin’s chest and shoves him back!

Billy Mayne
“I told you Deakin was a loser!”

Dan Douglas
“What the hell is going on… this can’t end good!”

Deakin just smiles…

Edward Hayden
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? YOU HAVE GOT A CONTRACTUAL OBLIGATION TO MARCH YOUR ASS BACK INTO THAT RING AND LOSE LIKE A GOD DAMNED PROFFESIONAL! ALL THAT BITCHING… ALL THAT MOANING… YOU SUCK DEAKIN… YOU ARE A LOSER… YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A LOSER AND THERE IS NOTHING…

Suddenly, Deakin grabs Hayden by the shoulders, spinning him back and locking Edwards arms behind his neck! Lifting him into the air, Deakin spins him around and falling back himself, Deakin drags Edward Hayden’s face straight into the steel ramp! Edward Hayden doesn’t move, Deakin getting back to his feet.

Dan Douglas
“MY GOD! Deakin Kalloway has destroyed Edward Hayden… this is great!”

Billy Mayne
“NOOO! This is horrible… someone help him!

Deakin picks the microphone that is laying next to Edward Hayden before turning to the audience that is cheering him for attempting to kill Edward Hayden. He takes a moment, listening to the fans cheer before pulling the mic to his lips.

Deakin Kalloway
“I QUIT!”

Dropping the mic, Deakin Kalloway turns his back to the fans and walks through the curtain and out of the arena… Magnum can’t believe it, the ref shaking his head and beginning the count as EMT’s come to the aid of Edward Hayden, who still hasn’t moved!

1….2….3…..4…..5…..6…..7…..8…..9…10!

Billy Mayne
“I hope that Edward is alright!”

Dan Douglas
“This is serious! Deakin Kalloway has just quit!”

Billy Mayne
“But Edward….”

Magnum’s hand is pulled into the air, Mag’s face still showing signs of shock as the show cuts backstage


Backstage


(Teresa is preparing for her match in the back, sweat is running down her face as she does some light warm ups, she looks across her dressing room at a small white tub, inside lay her ‘happy pills’ suddenly her locker room door slams and she looks up her eyes widening as Tommy Livingston stands angrily in front of her.)

Tommy:
So you are running away from me right?

Teresa:
Get out, please…Get out!

Tommy:
WHY!?! So you can do your drugs again you scummy bitch! So you can fuck your self up you dirty little whore!

(He punches Teresa across the face knocking her to the floor before kneeling over her and slapping her again, he then stands up and smiles before turning back to Teresa who is on all fours and booting her directly in the stomach causing her to grab her ribs as the air in her lungs gushes out!)

Tommy:
DID YOU THINK YOU COULD GET AWAY WITH IT!!!

(He Leans down to grab her again but Teresa reaches out grabbing the table lamp and slamming it over his head, the glass breaking over his head and cutting his forehead open and causing him to stumble backwards, she stands and angrily just grabs the first thing that comes to hand – an ashtray – and slams it across the head of Tommy knocking him to the floor before hitting him a few more times out of shot before lifting the ashtray to her face a drop of blood falling from its sharp glass corner. She then looks fearfully back down on Tommy and stands looking like a ghost before grabbing her pills and running out of the room.
She breathes heavy as she slams the locker room door behind her and nervously opens the pot, she looks at it hesitating for a second before just lifting the pot right up and letting the whole of the contents drop down the back of her mouth before throwing the plastic pot to the side and walking out of the picture as the camera looks back at the door with the bleeding body of Tommy on the inside.)


Also Backstage


Mark Comeau runs up to Deakin Kalloway, who is walking briskly towards the door. Stepping into Deakin’s path, Mark shoves a microphone into his face!

Mark Comeau
“Deakin… a few words please… were you serious?”

Deakin pushes the man down, continuing to walk. As he reaches the door, the camera watches Deakin push it open and step outside. The door slowly swings closed as Mark gets back to his feet. Deakin Kalloway has left the building.


Back In the Arena


Jerry Walters:
I’m in shock here! Deaken Kalloway just left the ULW and Teresa Hilton may have just killed her former Fiancee!

Tim May:
See what happens when she doesn’t take her happy pills! She is crazy Jerry, she needs those pills to keep her stable, I can only hope for Tommy right now!

Jerry Walters:
As can we all, the guy was an arsehole, but that was jut shocking! And what about Killjoy AKA Kalloway just upping and leaving during his match, I mean my god, we could have just seen the back of one of ULW’s biggest prospects!

Tim May:
Meh, I am more interested in Bruce Lomond destroying this Teresa Hilton for what she done to Tommy back there!


Teresa Hilton Vs Bruce Lomond


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

Jerry Walters:
Well here we go, Lomond Vs Hilton and what a match this is, Lomond turned up after being rehired by that bitch Sheryl Gray AKA The Boss and in no time aimed at Teresa shouting at her to never hurt the boss and more controversially, how women shouldn’t wrestle.

Tim May:
And to right as well, he proved to the world last week he was right in what he said, he planted Teresa Hilton and won the match! What else need he do?

Jerry Walters:
A win here tonight might help, but I think the sexiest bastard needs his head kicked in tonight instead and shown Women have a place here as well as Men do!

Tim May:
Pfft!

(Teresa comes out to "Heaven's a Lie" by Lacuna Coil as the fans erupt into cheers, but she doesn’t look happy, after her outburst backstage she is looking more mean and bitchy then ever before, in her hand is a Singapore Cain and she stops momentarily at the top of ramp staring at Lomond with her fearsome eyes! She then moves down the ramp the referee already pleading with her to put the Cain down but she just blanks him and rolls in the ring however Lomond jumps out and begins shaking his head and complaining to the referee as Teresa begins taunting Bruce to get in the ring.)

Jerry Walters:
Again, Teresa is showing uncharacteristic emotion in the ring after consuming many of those pills and she is looking ready for action, I don’t condone what she has done or is doing, but by god, they have her fired up tonight!

Tim May:
See, the Happy pills have positives!

Jerry Walters:
No they don’t, they have fired Teresa up but they have not particularly done much for her health or her senses if you ask me!

Tim May:
Thus the reason we are not asking your boring arse!

(Teresa just swings the Cain frantically off the top rope a few times shouting till she is Red in the face before throwing the Cain out of the ring at Lomond who actually looks intimidated by this furious woman, the referee tries to Calm her but Teresa just grabs him and shoves him to the mat before demanding Lomond enter the ring!
He gets up but due to the match not starting yet he can’t Disqualify her, he gets back to his feet just in time to see Teresa launch herself over the ropes flying through the air as if she could the beauty of the moment captured by a million cameras all focused on the angry woman being looked up at by the fear and intimidation of her male opponent!
She lands right on Lomond with a cross body knocking him to the ground on the outside before landing punch after punch into his skull she then stands stomping viciously and without a breathe over and over onto his body so much so the referee comes out to break it up!
But Teresa just turns and shouts at him before pushing him on the ground again, the fans are loving this attitude as Lomond crawls on all fours around the ring to escape her wrath but she runs at him from across the outside and Dropkicks his head right into the Steel Steps!)

Jerry Walters:
OH MY!!! Teresa is fuming, the match hasn’t even begun yet and Bruce Lomond is taking a lot of god damn punishment already!

Tim May:
She is fighting for the woman of this federation Jerry, but she is giving Lomond everything to early, this match wont be long, Bruce will end this when she burns out!

Jerry Walters:
I wouldn’t say that’s going to be anytime soon Tim…Look at her, she is possessed!

(Teresa just grabs Lomond’s head and time and time again slams it into the side of the steps shouting abuse much like he did to her on FUF a couple of weeks back, she then stands up and looks upon his body sitting against the steps before pummeling him with more stomps!
The referee is back up and actually calls for assistance as two more officials come down to the ring but as they reach Teresa She turns and spears the two new officials to the mat before grabbing one of them and running him into the crowd barrier before picking up the Singapore Cain and slamming it over the head of the second official as he stands up!
She begins screaming before crying in anger, not at pain or in self pity but in pure anger at life itself, as she cries her anger gets worse as she stomps further on the already battered Bruce Lomond, she then picks him up and slams his head into the Crowd Barrier before grabbing the bell ringer and throwing him across the safety mats before taking a chair and tapping it on the floor before slamming it over Lomond’s head as he reaches his knees knocking him back down face first to the safety mats!)

Jerry Walters:
Teresa Hilton has become crazed, she is attacking everyone!

Tim May:
Your no- WHOA!!!

(Teresa suddenly turns slamming the chair wildly across the announcers table aiming at Tim May but both announcers like cats…Actually Jerry is more like a Hippo jump over the crowd barrier and away from harm as do the Spanish announcers further along. Teresa just throws the chair and grabs Lomond slamming him face first into the table not once, not twice but three times before rolling him onto it and lifting him to his feet, she hooks him for a suplex but as she tries to lift him he blocks, she tries again he blocks, she tries a third time, but he counters blocking once more then lifting her into a suplex position instead and throwing her forward showing his strength!
Teresa lands front first on the Spanish announce table but the fall leaves a shuddering bang as she bounces off the table instead of going through it and falls into the commentary seating area!
Lomond just falls to one knee and then climbs off the table before shaking his head off the cobwebs and looking around at the destruction already caused, he turns back to the announce table and walks around to the seating area where Teresa fell but as he does a swinging chair comes out of nowhere and slams right across his forehead opening him right up and knocking him stunned right into the crowd barrier furthest from them!
Teresa is back to her feet holding her stomach in pain after the fall across the table, she then charges at Lomond but Bruce sees her coming and ducks before throwing her over his head and right into the front row of fans knocking over a large crowd of them! He just shakes his head and can’t believe what is happening before dabbing his head as the commentators climb back into there positions, meanwhile the fans can’t believe how Teresa is acting as she plunges right hands into the man who broke her fall, she then gets up and pushes the mans friend before booting him in the mid-section and hitting him with a DDT on the cold concrete!
As she does this she looks up to see Lomond facing away from her and he has now taken some steps forward, she runs at the barrier jumping onto it and springboarding off it grabbing his head and dropping him face first into the steel chair of Tim May who is yet to sit down bouncing Lomonds face right off the metal!)

Jerry Walters:
This is Crazy! Pure Crazy! Tim Hasn’t even sat down and Teresa has gone mad!

(Teresa grabs Lomond and pushes the referee out of the way before attempting to throw him at the Steel ring post but he counters and throws her but holds onto her arm before swinging her back toward him and lifting her into a big spinebuster onto the safety mats before rolling onto his back in pain!
The fans are going wild for Teresa who is laughing, yes laughing, she didn’t feel a thing, she holds her chest in some kind of pain but like a tickle inside doesn’t seem to be able to do anything but giggle out loud! She gets onto her knees and Lomond can’t believe his eyes as he does the same.
He looks at her his face pale as she just gets back to both of her feet, he does as well and slams her with a right hand and another before clotheslining her to the mat with all his power but she is instantly getting up again, he just throws her in the ring and rolls in himself, the bell finally going.)

Jerry Walters:
This match is finally underway but I don’t think we have much longer left!

Tim May:
Have you seen my damn chair! Can I get a new damn chair!?! There is blood all over this!

Jerry Walters:
Bruce Lomond has been thrown all over the place as has the majority of the FUF staff, Teresa Hilton has been possessed and our first belief that she may be somewhat unprepared mentally for this has been shattered!

(Lomond grabs her by the hair and hits a forearm across her head, he grabs her arm and throws her across the ring, she comes back at him but she ducks his attempt at a clothesline and hits the ropes opposite, he turns to face her and as she comes in arms reach grabs her and lifts her on his shoulders…THE SHOT! He spins her around but as he does she uses his own momentum and drops him with a huge Tornado DDT!!! The fans are thrown to there feet at this as Lomond bounces right back up onto his knee his neck rested on the middle rope as Teresa gets back up on the opposite side of the ring.
She runs at him, DEMENTED (619)!!! Lomond flies back into the centre of the ring as Teresa climbs the top rope and perches herself on the top before flying off and hitting a well executed Elbow right across the chest of Bruce!
She stands and then dares him to, Lomond is barely able to move, he rolls one shoulder off the mat and then turns onto his stomach before getting to one knee and then to both of his feet but as he does Teresa just lifts him off the mat, DANGER ZONE (F-5)!!! SHE HITS IT!!!
1…
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3…
Teresa Hilton wins!)

Jerry Walters:
She done it! A one sided affair that couldn’t have gone any better, Teresa Hilton dominated, she destroyed, she proved Women belong in this industry!

Tim May:
DAMN IT! She was drugged ref, come on, she was under the influence, she didn’t win this fairly!

Jerry Walters:
Maybe she didn’t, maybe she did take the ‘happy pills’ but she won it! Now she has to win the battle with herself.

(Lacuna Coil begins to play once more as the fans go nuts over her win, Teresa just stands and looks pleased at her win, she climbs the turnbuckle and raises her arms in the air looking around at the devastation she left behind, the broken officials, the destroyed fans being treated by staff, the wreckage. Suddenly a striking pain stabs at her gut and she winces in agony grabbing her stomach! The fan are still cheering as she gets down, its no until after a second when she leans back in the corner her eyes closed and her face in agony that she is noticed in pain, as this happens Sheryl Gray in a neck brace and suit walks out looking unhappy! She reaches the ring to a barrage of boos and takes her jacket off before climbing onto the apron and then the ropes, before perching herself carefully on top…SHERYL DROP (Shooting Star Press)!!! Right across the injured Stomach of Teresa!! Sheryl watches as Teresa rolls onto her side spitting blood, foam beginning to appear from her mouth along with sick. She looks disgusted and somewhat pale in the face before rolling out of the ring and demanding officials come down to the ring before walking back up the ramp like she done nothing at all.
Suddenly Teresa falls onto her back again and her body begins to shudder, EMT’s slide in the ring drastically trying to get to her, her mouth is now surrounded by white foam and blood and puke surrounds her in the ring, urgently a stretcher bed is slid in and the paramedics with a timed lift put her on it while trying to check her stats, suddenly shouting between them begins and a small box appears from under the main bed connected to it are two lubricated pads, the man nearest Teresa suddenly presses them against her chest and a jolt from her body causes him to shout “One more!”
He does it again and still there is no response, again he shouts “One more!” Once more he does it and this time a weezy breathe comes from the mouth of Teresa followed by more sick!)

Jerry Walters:
This is what we worried about, shades of Chastity, but this time its worse, she done this on purpose guys, she thought it was all over and when she realized she could do it and she could beat Lomond it kicked in…This is horrible.

Tim May:
Those happy pills, were not so happy after all huh?

Jerry Walters:
Moral of this story, don’t take anything that’s not given to you by a professional doctor! This is the result, Teresa is in a serious state here, we lost her just a second ago! I hope Young Chris and Sheryl Gray are watching this closely backstage!

(Carefully the men place her on the stretcher bed and continue to keep her moving shaking her arms and shining a torch in her eyes as they now begin to move her up the rampway…But as they reach the top Young Chris walks out a grin on his face and stands beside the bed, the doctors demanding he move. He just kisses his fingers and places them against the forehead of Teresa Hilton before waving at her “Goodbye” as the scene fades to the backstage.)


Backstage


(The Scene opens backstage in the office of Jason Seagreen who is checking over his decorations and preparing for a meeting set up by Sheryl Gray the ULW Owner, he checks his watch and nods at the fact he has some time before he has to attend, he then looks up just in time to see Magnum slam through the door in a rage he walks to the desk of Jason and slams his hands down across it his face red with anger.)

Magnum:
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?

Jason:
Excuse me?

Magnum:
Where has Deaken Kalloway gone?

Jason:
Have you not thought of asking Edward Hayden…He is in charge of your show, not me!

Magnum:
Don’t fuck with me Seagreen, Hayden is nowhere to be seen and I know you guys all talk, so what the hell happened to my match that was meant to be a classic!

Jason:
I….I don’t actually know, Seems Kalloway HAS in fact Left the ULW, so we no longer have his contract…

Magnum:
And what about me? What am I suppose to do now, I am easily the greatest star on either of the rosters and I am left without any kind of challenge!

Jason:
Both Rosters huh?

Magnum:
Yes! I mean who the hell could argue that!

(Magnum then notices Seagreen’s eyes look over his shoulder, the hitman turns but is being waited for by Sean ‘Griffin’ Johnson of FUF who slams a chair over his head knocking him to the ground before hitting him again and again and again with the chair until he stops moving. The fans are booing loudly as Sean just smiles and shakes hands with Seagreen before throwing the chair over Magnum.)

Sean Johnson:
Idiot…

Seagreen:
Did you need to hit him quite so much, he IS the number one contender of Annihilation after all, I mean, if you done any permanent harm Annihilation would be in serious jeopardy with no challenger for the title huh?

Sean Johnson:
Oh? I never thought about that, what a crying shame…

Jason Seagreen:
It looks to me like Magnum’s ULW Career is officially over, whatever will those poor bastards on Annihilation do now? I feel sorry for the poor bastards who have to go on that show!

(Griffin just grins over Magnum the man he used to help try and destroy Hellkat and Desolations wedding before shaking hands with a smiling Jason Seagreen who stares smugly over the destroyed body of Magnum as EMT’s rush in to help him.)


Also Backstage


(EMT’s rush through the back with Teresa on the bed, staff and members of the locker room just watch on as they rush into the parking lot, the cameras follow them into the back as the EMT crew shout orders at each other and the people around them before lifting the bed into the ambulance and sliding it right in before closing the doors setting the sirens off as the ambulance leaves the arena, the camera then turns to a smiling Sheryl Gray as she stands with Young Chris side by side.)

Sheryl:
I think that is the last we will see of Teresa Hilton!

Young Chris:
Serious?

Sheryl:
Oh yes, no more Curtis Jack, no more Deaken Kalloway, no more Teresa Hilton and next up we finally say goodbye to Jenny Mclanahan as well…Tonight is a good night for the ULW.

Young Chris:
I guess your right Mrs. Gray!

Sheryl:
No, I AM Right…Now get ready for your match, I have some other issues to take care of.

(Young Chris just nods respectively and turns to head back into the arena as Sheryl looks up at the top of the rampway leading out of the arena car park, the ambulance with Teresa Hilton has stopped at the top of it and Mrs. Gray again just smiles…)

Sheryl:
No more Miracles Miss Hilton…No more Miracles…At all…

(She turns from the scene and walks into the back as the EMT’s jump out of the ambulance shouting and screaming about a bomb, Bullseye who is being treated further back in the parking lot by an EMT hears this and stands as he watches the commotion before pushing the EMT aside and running up the ramp ignoring the pleas of the medical crews who run form the scene, he opens the ambulance back doors and jumps in scooping Teresa from it and cradling her in his arms before the scene changes to the front of the ambulance making anything the other side of the shot impossible to see as suddenly a huge explosion goes off causing the Ambulance to raise off the ground as fire spews from its windows shattering all the glass!)


Back In the Arena


Jerry Walters:
OH MY GOD!!! DID YOU SEE THAT DAMN IT! What the hell happened back there? Is Bullseye and Teresa ok?

Tim May:
Ok? Is that it!!! Don’t you think the correct question is are they alive I mean my god, Teresa was overdosing in the back of that ambulance and then Kaboom! It blows up!

Jerry Walters:
Sheryl Gray is as sick as ever! Just when she was beginning to quiet down and no longer seem like the evil bitch we had come to know her as, she does something so horrific it makes her brother look like an angel!

Tim May:
Hey, hey, hey! It wasn’t just Sheryl, the Ambulance could have had a malfunction, it might have been a technical problem, how the hell do you know Sheryl done it?

Jerry Walters:
HOW! How can you protect her? She just tried to kill one of the Roster and to make it worse she may have done it!


First Ever, Bobs Bum, Bum Match
Silencer Vs Jenny Mclanahan

Kailey Worf: Now coming to the ring, weighing in at one hundred ninety five pounds, standing at five foot nine inches, hailing from New York City , New York Silenceeeeeer...!

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

Tim May: Wow Jerry I wonder what this match will be like!? I mean who is going to kiss bobs ass at the end of the match!

Jerry Walters: Oh god Tim I don’t even want to think of it, It makes me want to vomit!

Tim May: Hey this is Pay Per View pal! Anything goes Ha, Ha this is going to be great someone is going to kiss Bob's ass tonight!

Kailey Worf: His opponent for this one versus one singles match here tonight on World Ending weighing in at one hundred ten pounds standing at five feet six inches, hailing from Box Elder, South Dakota Jenny Mclanahannnnnnn!

"Burning Heat! (3 Option Mix)" begins an epic pulse pounding entrance, and as the song kicks into earnest, Jenny rushes the ring, and runs to the corner, jumping to the second turnbuckle and giving a double thumbs up to the audience. She jumps down, runs to the opposite corner and does the same, grinning and back-flipping out of the corner this time - landing on her feet... Jenny pulls the robe off and sets it in her corner before leaning back against the turnbuckle.

The bell rings and the match get’s under way.

Jenny right away jenny points at the entrance ramp as if someone was coming down to the ring, the referee and Silencer both look towards the ramp and Jenny nails the unsuspecting Silencer with a low blow.

Jerry Walters: Look at that, already she is trying to get the upper hand by playing dirty!

Tim May: You’re just jealous Jerry?

Jerry Walters: Jealous of what?

Tim May: Because she didn’t touch you below the belt..

Jenny then starts stomping on Silencer as the ref turns around and shrugs his shoulders, still not knowing what Jenny was pointing at. Jenny picks Silencer up and throws him against the ropes and nails him with a boot to the chin, She follows up with a wrenching headlock. The ref gets down and asks Silencer if he gives but Silencer says no.

Tim May: Ha! this must be embarrassing for Silencer getting pounded by a woman!

Jerry Walters: I doubt this match is far from over yet.

Tim May: Sure Jerry we are seeing how this match is going to end right now, Jenny is clearly going to come out on top!

Jerry Walters: We will see...

Jenny starts to lift Silencer up by his hair, as she gets Silencer halfway up he punches her in stomach causing her to let go. Silencer then Kicks her in the gut and lands a DDT on Jenny, Silencer then gets to his feet and stomps on the back of Jenny's head. He picks her up and throws her into the turn buckles, Silencer goes charging in and connects with a devastating clothesline which causes Jenny to stagger out of the corner a little bit. Silencer then runs towards the turnbuckle jumps onto the second rope and springs off with a flying bulldog to Mclanahan. Jenny rolls around on the mat holding her head screaming as Silencer stands there and laughs at her.

Jerry Walters: Look at that show of agility by Silencer Tim!

Tim May: Nothing impressive Jerry, my Hampster can to that on his running wheel! Jenny isn’t down for the count yet believe me!

Jenny slowly gets to her feet now as Silencer stands and mocks her, he slaps her in the back of her head a couple of times and then goes for a kick to the gut, Jenny catches his foot and spins him around and hits him with a release German suplex sending Silencer crashing onto the back of his neck. Both athletes lay on the matt motionless as the ref starts to count.
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Silencer starts to roll around a little bit holding the back of his neck.
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Jenny manages to push herself up breaking the refs count. She walks over to Silencer and lifts him up she grabs him in a modified headlock and then turns around rather quickly and hits a neckbreaker on Silencer. Silencer rolls around screaming holding the back of his neck.

Jerry Walters: Wow I think this lady is out to break the neck of Silencer, A german suplex onto the back of his neck, follwed by a neckbreaker.....

Tim May: Like I said, I'll bet you anything Jenny can beat Silencer!

Jenny lifts silencer up after walking around a few minutes to regroup herself, Silencer himself to his feet as well holding onto the ropes for support. Jenny goes to kick Silencer however Silencer senses it and grabs her foot, he jumps swings his leg up and nails her with an enzeguri! Jenny falls face first onto the matt, Silencer back up with what appears to be a second wind. He climbs to the turn buckle and measures Jenny up, she rolls over onto her back and he leaps twisting in the air as he does a back flip and lands on Mclanahan.

Jerry Walters: OH my god did you see that Turning Moonsault that silencer just pulled off that was amazing!

Tim May: I can teach that to my grandmothers dead poodle Jerry, The guy has no talent!

Jerry Walters: I beg to differ… The man has incredible talent.

Silencer has a hold of Jenny's head now taking her to the corner he lifts his knee into her midsection. Silencer sits her on the top rope as he runs towards the other set of turnbuckles he leaps and lands on the top rope, springs off again flying across the ring and nailing Jenny Mclanahan with a flying drop kick from the other side of the ring. Jenny falls forward to the matt lifeless.

Jerry Walters: WOW I think that ended it Tim, I dont think Jenny is getting up from that!

Tim: Watch and see, I think she will.

Silencer rolls Jenny over, He hooks her leg as the reff stars to count. One
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Thr...

Jenny kicks out.

Jerry Walters: Oh my god there is no way she could have kicked out of that!

Tim May: Yes there is, she isn’t a rookie Jerry! The woman knows how to fight!

Silencer getting frustrated now picks Jenny up and throws her into the same corner as the referee, she crashes hard into the ref knocking him motionless for a few minutes. Silencer seeing the opportunity rolls out side. He shuffles around under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. as he stand up he notices Jenny running for the ropes. but before he can do anything she connects with a baseball slid into the chair, causing it to come back in Silencers face. Silencer drops the chair and stumbles a few inches back into the barricade.

Tim May: Ha! I love it, Time for Jenny to make her come back!

Jerry Walters: Bu...

Tim May: Shhh Jerry shut Up I’m missing the match!

Jenny rolls out of the ring now slowly, the ref still down. She grabs the chair heself and goes to swing it at Silencer, he see it comming and moves out of the way as the metal smashes agianst the baracade. the then slams Jenny's face into the chair splitting her forhead open. Jenny now dazed is rolled back into the ring, the ref slowly comes to. SIlencer pulls Jenny up and takes her to the turn buckles once agian.

Tim May: What the hell does he have an obsesion with these turnbuckles?

Jerry Walters: Well Tim he has had some pretty impressive moves from there tonight.

Silcener Sets her up on the top rope agian, however this time he climbs with her. he stand on the top rope and puts Jenny's head between his legs. He then lifts her up sons around and slams her onto the matt with a spinning power bomb from the top rope, both superstars on the matt agian as the reff is shaking his cobwebs loose from eariler when Mclanahan went crashing into him. Mclanahan isnt moving but Silencer is back to his feet holding the back of his head, His face paint halfway washed off from the sweat signals for his finisher. He drags Jenny into position, then jump onto the top turn buckle. Stand there for a few minutes and jumps of dong a sumersault like move in the air, then he comes crashing down hard on Mclanahan. The ref counts...
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Jerry Walters: this is It silencer has done it! He has pulled off another impressive win here in the ULW!

Tim May: No this can't be happening!, Jenny can't lose now she has to kiss that big fat ass of Bob's!

Just then we see Bob walking down to the ring wearing a speedo, he rolls in and points to Jenny as he smiles a big toothless smile. Silencer sits her up in the corner and Bob stands in front of her wiggling his huge ass, then he sticks her face inbetween his ass cheeks and wiggles around. Jenny struggles to get away, finally breaking loose and rolling out of the ring. She looks at Silencer with a look of disgust on her face as she walks up the ramp pointing and cussing at him, as he stand there and laughs.

Jerry: There you have it folks, the end of another exciting ULW pay per view match up here tonight on World Ending.

Tim May: No, No, No, I can't believe it... The last TIme we are going to see Jenny Mclanahan and she gets a stink face from the toothless wonder himself BOB!

Jerry Walters: Well As Tim goes into Shock folks it's time for our next grate match!


Backstage


(The scene opens in the office of Conrad Gray, the FUF GM is sitting behind his desk writing out some papers, contract papers in fact most likely for FUF Next week, he signs one of them and then turns to see Edward Hayden smiling at the doorway. Conrad just sits back in his chair and stares at the older more slick looking gentleman as he sits across from him and grins his evil grin.)

Edward:
Hello Mr. Gray…How are you?

Conrad:
How am I? You came in here to ask me how I am? What do you want Edward?

Edward:
Actually I came to give you some news…

Conrad:
Oh?

Edward:
Yes you see, it seems Nathan Creed and River Angelus both had clauses in there contract, something your ever so efficient lawyers didn’t spot…With a bit of bargaining I have managed to acquire there contracts…Both of them!

(Conrad just bites the inside of his mouth trying not to show his obvious anger at the news, he then just nods and smiles before lifting the contract he just signed and waving it in the air.)

Conrad:
Maybe this would be the wrong time to tell you some news of my own then?

Edward:
Ha! Very original Conrad, try hitting me with the same move…

Conrad:
Actually I would just like to point out the same clause in the contracts of two of Annihilations stars as well, namely one member of Extremely Dangerous, Cody Zahn and the currently injured Hurse!

(Edward Hayden’s expression suddenly changes at the sound of the stars names and his smug smile disappears under his angry frown, his face paints a picture as he stands angrily and stares briefly at the contracts of the two new FUF stars before turning and leaving the room furious as Conrad Gray just grins while the scene fades to black.)


Back In the Arena


Jerry Walters:
Did you see that!?! River and Creed are both going to Annihilation and in there place we are getting Hurse and Cody Zahn!!! Now that’s good business Tim!

Tim May:
I couldn’t agree with you more Jerry, Conrad just proved once again why the Gray’s are always on top, but I must admit, The Future and River Angelus on Annihilation is still a loss for FUF!

Jerry Walters:
I completely agree, Nathan and River will be missed on the FUF roster, but lets hope Edward Hayden doesn’t destroy there careers to quickly over on Annihilation!


Ingo Loses his Career if he loses
Lethal Weapon Vs Ingo Shesaki


(Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park hits the speakers and the fans begin to boo loudly as the Japanese monster Ingo Shesaki walks out into the arena dressed ready for action in a rare in ring appearance. He walks down the ramp and just shakes his head at the fans before reaching the ring and stepping up onto the apron and climbing over the ropes and into the middle of the ring. The boos just keep coming and Ingo jut jumps up and down as if loosening himself for the match up.)

Jerry Walters:
A huge match for Ingo, if he loses…He is OUT of the ULW, gone from the federation and no more in this business!

Tim May:
I am still stuck about why this match was booked? Ingo is indispensable to this company, He shouldn’t be put under this pressure.

Jerry Walters:
I think the match was booked just to end this heat between the two men that saw Weapon spear Ingo through a glass panel last week!

(Suddenly the lights dim and the atmosphere in the arena rises decibel after decibel level, the fans are going crazy as suddenly “I Stand Alone” By Godsmack, Lethal Weapons original music hits the speakers to the showing of his Highlight Reel on the spectacular stage. As the chorus hits a thud of fireworks echoes out and Lethal Steps out only moments after they have shot in the air and stands at the top of the ramp in his leather trunks.
He heads down the ramp and walks to the ring before climbing onto the apron and looking at Ingo before turning to face the fans on the apron and slamming his arm across his chest twice and pointing at the crowd. He then enters the ring and climbs a turnbuckle to another huge applause before climbing down as his lights turn back to normal.)

Jerry Walters:
Lethal is of course the GWO World Champion and in turn means this man is fit and healthy, he is going to be ready for this after his winning streak around the business…Can Ingo take it?

Tim May:
Take it? Take it? Are you being serious, he could take it and give better back to lethal Weapon, Ingo is a star and a true beast!

Jerry Walters:
I personally am not as confident in his abilities compared to his opponent!

(The Bell sounds and the two men slowly circle the ring neither man removing his eyes from the other, Lethal then begins to speed up before both men lunge in the centre and go for a collar – elbow tie up. For a second it seems no man is going to get the upper hand but suddenly Weapon drops to the mat taking Ingo down with a nice arm drag, Ingo just gets right back up as does Weapon!
He charges at Lethal but Weapon ducks and lifts the Japanese monster right over his head and back first onto the mat causing him to arch up in pain, the GWO World Champion just signals to the fans to end it early and props himself in the corner as Ingo begins to stand.
He waits and waits impatient for the man to get up, but as Ingo does he charges however Ingo sees him coming and at the last second manages to move aside causing Weapon to fly hard right past him and shoulder first into the steel turnbuckle between the corner pads.
He grabs his shoulder and instantly shuffles backwards to one knee but Ingo is waiting for him and grabs him by the head from behind bending him right back before slamming a forearm across the chest of Lethal Weapon knocking him to the mat. He then grabs him again and lifts him to his feet before picking him up and powerslamming him to the mat.)

Jerry Walters:
Ingo needs to stay on Lethal now, the experience of both men is nothing in comparison and if Ingo wants to get anywhere he can’t let Lethal breathe for a second!

Tim May:
Oh stop overestimating this idiot, he is old, past it and living on fond memories, he might be a legend, but he is a legend of the past. He should join the rest of the fossils.

Jerry Walters:
Don’t you think that’s just a little bit harsh? He is still a World Champion and has the ability to turn a match at any second!

(Ingo just taunts the booing crowd going against the words of Jerry Walters and seems to be copying his idol the injured Hurse. He then turns grabbing Lethal Weapon by the head and lifts him to his feet before lifting him for a suplex and executing it perfectly, he then sits up and smiles speaking some Japanese two some of his haters in the front row.
He picks Lethal up again and throws him in the corner before hitting some forearm uppercuts knocking Lethal to his full upright time and time again before booting him in the stomach and throwing him across the ring into the opposite corner and chasing in after him, but as he does Lethal explodes back out from the turnbuckle and Spears Ingo straight to hell!!!
The move is so quick and powerful the 7ft Japanese monster bounces off the mat and rolls right to the outside of the ring holding his ribs in pure agony, Lethal just rests on the mat tired himself from the early attacks by Ingo. He gets to his feet eventually and looks outside the ring to see Ingo also up with his back against the apron he runs at him hitting a baseball slide kicking him right into the announcers table before rolling out of the ring to meet him. He grabs Ingo and lifts him off his feet before dropping him chest first across the announce table knocking him to the mat, he then stomps on him a few times before lifting him back up and throwing him in the ring. He slowly steps onto the apron but as he does Ingo stands and throws a right hand nearly knocking him back to the outside, Weapons only saviour being the fact he is holding the top rope. He hits him again and then hooks him in position for a suplex but Lethal blocks it and bends down breaking the grapple before slamming another shoulder into those injured ribs of Ingo causing him to bend over in pain allowing Lethal to enter the ring safely but as he does Ingo lunges up taking him out with a huge clothesline!)

Jerry Walters:
Ingo is surprisingly keeping to pace here and really testing Lethal, but he may already be on the back foot with those injured ribs.

Tim May:
What? Of course not, he just took Lethal’s head off near enough, how can that be on the back foot?

Jerry Walters:
We have seen Lethal take a lot worse over the years and even here in ULW, I think Ingo has a long way to go yet!

(Ingo just covers Lethal as he referee slides down beside him,
1…
2…
No Kickout By Weapon, Ingo just swears in Japanese and slams his open hand on the mat shouting at the referee to count faster, he grabs Lethal and lifts him up to his feet again before hitting another huge forearm knocking him back into the ropes before grabbing his hand and throwing him across the ring, he lunges at Weapon as he comes back with a clothesline, but Lethal ducks it and stops behind Ingo grabbing him around the waist and lifting the 7ft man into a German Suplex!
He holds on and then lifts him again and then a third time before lifting him a fourth time to his feet and turning the dazed Ingo to face him before hooking him for a snap suplex and then a second and then a third before lifting him for a fourth and booting him in the stomach before shouting “Three and Three” and dropping him for a DDT before holding his head still and lifting him before dropping him with another DDT and then doing the same again to hit yet another triple move!
The fans are going absolutely nuts as Lethal Weapon stands up and walks to the turnbuckle climbing to the middle rope before jumping off hitting a big Elbow right across the jaw of Ingo and covering,
1…
2…
NO! Kick out by Ingo!)

Jerry Walters:
OH! So close! You have to give credit to Ingo, he had a combo of 9 moves done to him followed by an Elbow and it must have taken everything to kick out of that!

Tim May:
9 moves!! There should be a rule for that, it shouldn’t be allowed to happen damn it! This match shouldn’t even be happening, poor Ingo!

Jerry Walters:
If he doesn’t do something soon, Poor Ingo indeed!

(Ingo is hardly moving and Weapon is in no mood to hang around any longer he calls to the fans again who cheer loudly and props himself in the corner as Ingo begins to get to his feet, he is once more issuing him to stand and demanding he gets to his feet, he does and turns to face Lethal who explodes out toward him but Ingo raises his boot trying the counter. However Lethal sees it and ducks underneath his boot, Ingo then turns and right into a boot to the mid-section before Lethal hooks the Japanese Monsters arms behind his back and jumps Dropping him with THE FINAL SHOT (Pedigree)!!!! He covers,
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The bell sounds and The fans cheer loudly as Lethal rolls off the defeated Ingo taking a breathe and smiling as he now knows Ingo has lost his contract, “I stand alone” is playing once more but before Weapon can celebrate his music is cut…)

Jerry Walters:
What the hell is this? Lethal one impressively out here as we expected but his music just stopped!

Tim May:
This isn’t right, I cant believe Ingo is gone! I mean how in the sweet heavens can you justify this!

(Suddenly the GWO music hits and the fans are left booing loudly as Shannon Skanes walks out from the back a smile on his face and a nice business suit wrapped over his body, in his hand he mockingly waves the mask around causing Weapon to leave the ring and stand at the bottom of the ramp pointing and shouting trash at Shannon Skanes. The music ends and Shannon just raises the microphone to his mouth.)

Shannon:
Whoa there Lethal, I am not here to fight, I am under no contract here in the ULW, in fact I am here as Mr. Conrad Gray’s guest…You see FUF last week, I don’t know who the group was who entered the show, but I was the one man who attacked you Lethal.

(The boos sound at as Shannon reveals himself as the first masked assassin on FUF seen last week.)

Shannon:
Me and you is three years in the making and yet we are still to fight in the squared circle once and you know what? We are not going to either… You see Lethal, unlike those other cowards ho attacked in numbers for no reason. I did it on my own for the one reason that is to make your life here hell. You’re my World Champion damn it, you shouldn’t be here in front of these people wasting your energy on some meaningless regulator job, causing trouble for Mr. Gray, you should be defending your World Title in my federation and working for my company damn it!

(More boos echo out as Weapon begins moving up the ramp toward Shannon but before he can reach him the lights go out and the whole arena is left in darkness and confusion as suddenly “The New Shit” by Marilyn Manson hits the speakers, the fans are all staring at the screens as are Shannon and Lethal waiting for something to show, suddenly a huge eruption of shock and horror hits the crowd as “The Flock” flashes on the Highlight reel, the fans are on there feet many with there hands covering there mouths in complete shock and horror as The Flocks Highlight reel begins to play!!!)

Jerry Walters:
NO! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!! THE FLOCK! THE FLOCK FROM CWA AND NLCW! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!

Tim May:
Brilliant! Pure brilliant, who better to destroy Lethal Weapon then the group he was an original member off nearly 5 years ago!!! Master class thinking!

Jerry Walters:
The Flock are in ULW, I am in pure disbelief and shock!

(The lights return to a huge trigger of explosions, even the face of Lethal Weapon is pale as he watches on shocked, suddenly A masked assassin comes from the back slamming a chair across the back of Shannon Skanes knocking him face down onto the rampway before another man attacks Weapon from behind with another chair, the fans are booing loudly as the two attackers take there masks off to reveal themselves as Gerard Angelo and Killswitch, both of them are smiling and looking happy with there accomplishments. Gerard just kneels over Weapon and begins shouting in his face as suddenly a huge eruption of hatred explodes as Ash and Angela walk out hand in hand, Ash is just shaking his head and walks past Shannon before standing over Lethal Weapon, he just steps on Weapons chest and raises his arms in the air to a lot of jeers and hatred before walking back to the top of the stage and with the Rest of flock standing with there hands in victory as both Shannon and Lethal Weapon lay in pain on the rampway.)


Backstage


Nathan Creed is in the back, lacing up his wrestling boots and preparing to head out to the arena, when he hears a knock on the door. He looks confused for a second, but finishes lacing the boot and swings the door open, only to reveal Orlando Cruze standing in the doorway. He leans against the frame, a cocky smile on his face, staring at the already fuming Nathan Creed.

Creed-What the hell do you want?

Orlando-I just wanted to wish you good luck in your match tonight, Creedy old chum. It’s the least I could do for an old friend.

Creed-Thanks, now piss off.

Creed goes to slam the door on him, but Cruze catches it and pushes it open.

Orlando-I know you’re falling pretty hard for this bird, Lady Lust.

Creed-That’s none of your god damned business.

Orlando-I know, I know. It’s not like I’m trying to screw that up. Hell, we’re on different shows now, what sort of benefit would I get from messing up your love life. I just wanted to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into, here.

Creed-Of course I know what I’m getting myself into. And I’m not “falling for her,” I just don’t like seeing that dick River with his hands all over her.

Orlando-Sure, sure. Whatever. Anyways, like I said, I can see the appeal in the girl. Fit body. Nice ass. And who can deny the benefits of a girl who can’t speak? But still, there’s an awful lot of baggage that goes along with that one.

Creed-I know what I’m doing. For instance, if you don’t haul your ass out of here in about two seconds, I know that I’ll be throwing it out.

Orlando holds his hands up in innocence.

Orlando-Ok, whatever. That’s what I get for trying to help an old buddy. I just know how you can get about these things, so you’d better make sure you win this match.

Creed-Why?

Orlando-Oh, what? You didn’t know?

Creed-Know what? Quit jerking me around!

Orlando-Oh, sorry. I thought everybody knew about it. Conrad signed a stipulation on your match halfway through the week that, if River wins, he gets a date with your Lady. Anyways, good luck!

Orlando smiles as Creed’s cool veneer shatters. Creed turns around and reenters the room, his face shocked, as Orlando’s laughter echoes in from the hallway.


Also Backstage


Rebecca Raines is walking down a hallway in the back, twirling her long red hair in one finger idly until she finally rounds a corner and apparently sees the door she’s looking for at the end of the hall. She’s actually almost skipping as she comes up to it, her hand reaching up to knock, but as she swings the door slides inward to reveal a man standing in the doorway, none other than ULW’s Johnny Kingdom!

Kingdom-So good luck tonight, Viv. I’ll be watching from the back.

Vivian-You too, Johnny. Take care of yourself.

Kingdom-I will. Oh, hello.

Kingdom smiles at Raines before stepping to the side, leaving Raines to stare after him with a confused look on her face. She turns and walks into the dressing room, seeing Vivian almost ready to head out for her match.

Raines-What the hell was that guy doing here?

Vivian-Oh, Johnny? He just wanted to wish me luck before my match. We met during the week and kind of hit it off. He’s really not such a bad guy once you get to know him.

Raines-You know, once you scrape through the arrogant asshole exterior.

Vivian sits down on a bench, laughing.

Vivian-I suppose that’s true. Anyway, what can I do for you, Rebecca?

Raines-Well, I just wanted to wish you luck too, I guess.

Rebecca sits down on the bench next to Vivian.

Raines-I don’t really have a lot of friends here, so I’m glad you took the time to hang out with me last Friday. It meant a lot to me.

As she’s speaking, one of Rebecca’s hands slides casually over the bench until it’s resting on top of Vivian’s. In an instant, Viv’s smile turns to ice, and she stands up quickly to pull the hand out of Rebecca’s grasp.

Vivian-Well, it was the least I could do. I mean, we’re both pretty much on our own here in this division, so I thought it couldn’t hurt to make a new friend.

Raines stands and walks over behind Viv.

Raines-You’re right. So many people here just want to be mean and hurtful. But you’re not like that. You gave me a chance when nobody else would talk to me. I can’t tell you how much that meant.

She rests her hands on Vivian’s shoulders, causing Viv to again slide out of her grasp and start to head towards the locker room door.

Vivian-Well, that’s great. I mean really, I appreciate you coming by, but I have to get to the-

Raines-Wait a second!

Vivian tries to keep going but Raines grabs her by the hand, spinning her around in surprise. Before Vivian can do anything about it, Rebecca Raines steps forward and wraps her arms around Viv, kissing her passionately. For an instant it looks like Vivian’s going along with it, but she suddenly reaches up and pushes Raines away hard. Rebecca stumbles backwards before falling and cracking her head against the bench. She stares up at Vivian, shocked, as Viv wipes a hand across her mouth and stares down at Rebecca with a look of disgust.

Vivian-Look, I told you a thousand times, Rebecca, that I’m not doing that with you.

Rebecca-But on Friday we-

Vivian-That was a one night thing. We were both lonely, I was….I was vulnerable…look it doesn’t matter. I’m just not interested, ok?

Raines looks hurt as she sadly nods her agreement. Vivian turns and leaves the locker room, shaking her head. As soon as Vivian steps out of the doorframe and out of sight, however, Rebecca’s sad look of dejection melts away to form an eager, aroused, and predatory smile.


Back In the Arena


Walters-Next up we have a very bizarre match up, pitting Nathan Creed against River Angelus, seemingly with the affections of the new ULW entrant “Lady Lust” on the line!

May-I don’t see what’s so strange about it. I mean, there’s a new hot girl in town, and two big time studs are going to fight it out over her.

Walters-That part is true enough, I suppose, but the confusing part is that no one’s really sure which of the two of them Lust likes, or if she even likes either of them at all!


Winner Takes out Lady Lust
Nathan Creed Vs River Angelus


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

Walters-And here comes River. Who knows what thoughts could be running through his head right now.

May-I can think of a few of them, but I doubt the FCC would let me put them up on the air.

The lights in the arena dim down. The first chords of KoRn's 'Did My Time' wash out over the arena. The titantron goes into static. The drum/bass kicks in as the lights flash on and off in time with the music, while the static momentarily clears to give a view of a man’s lowered head. It slowly rises before cutting back to static as the drum/bass line dies again. This happens each time until the mans head finally starts to look up as the main line kicks in, revealing Nathan's beaming face. Images from Nathan's past matches flash on the titantron as blue and white lights strobe across the arena. Nathan appears from outback to a chorus of jeers. He walks down to the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope. Focused he walks around the ring once before warming up by stretching on the top rope

May-And there must be the most mixed up, confused guy I’ve seen in months.

Walters-You got that right. Lust has Creed so turned around in knots I can’t imagine he even knows whether he’s coming or going anymore.

May-I meant I can’t believe anybody would be dumb enough to stick around with a girl like Creed’s girlfriend Krissie when they have a hottie like Lady Lust crawling all over them. Lucky bastard!

The bell rings and the opponents square off. They circle warily, neither leaving an opening for the other to exploit. Suddenly Creed seems to stumble, and Angelus leaps in to take advantage. Creed however was only feinting, and quickly drops Angelus with a drop toe hold. Even before River’s face slams into the mat Creed is rolling his ankle up, looking to lock in an ankle lock or half crab of some kind. Angelus, however, is no slump in the technical wrestling department, using his momentum to carry himself forward into a forward somersault, conveniently snatching his ankle away from Creed and bringing him up to a vertical base. Creed follows it up with an attempted diving tackle on his opponent’s legs, but River counters by sprawling out and locking Creed into a waist lock while he’s down on all fours. Creed then takes advantage to roll to his side, pinning Angelus for a two count before River bridges back up to his feet (inciting a cheer from the crowd) and twists Creed back underneath, hauling the master of the Courtesy Call into the air and slamming him down powerbomb style. River then floats over the top, holding Creed’s legs and trapping him in an awkward pinning predicament. Creed kicks out and the two combatants pop to their feet, arms in fighting position, as the crowd pops all around them.

Walters-What a display of technical prowess and sheer strength from both men! This match could really end up being someth- Oh no, not her!

The crowd cheers turn to boos as Lady Lust strides out confidently from the back, wearing a long trench coat. Both men turn to look at the entrance ramp, a look of confusion on their faces, but LL just takes up a spot at ringside, not seeming to be supporting either wrestler. Creed, however, takes advantage of the distraction to charge forward and slam a knee into the gut of River, doubling him up before driving him to the mat with a double axe handle to the back of the neck. He drops down and cinches in a camel clutch on Angelus, holding it tight and trying to tie up this match as fast as possible.

Walters-River is out in the middle of no man’s land there. He can’t possibly get to the ropes, and I can’t imagine him being strong enough to power out of this hold. Creed may have just stolen this one!

River screams in pain and frustration, trying to fight his way out of the Iron Sheik’s trademark finisher to no avail. Creed just shouts for him to tap and cinches it in tighter. The crowd reaction changes to cat calls, however, as suddenly Lady Lust hops up onto the ring apron. Creed looks up in confusion, before she quickly unties the sash on her coat and drops it off her shoulders, to reveal her wearing nothing more than a string thong bikini underneath! The collective jaws of every male in the arena hit the table at the stunning beauty rubbing her hands seductively up and down her sides, including Creed’s!

May-Muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-

Walters-What’s she doing up there! Is she helping out River?

May-Muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-

Creed’s distraction lasts just long enough for Angelus to get an arm down off of Creed’s knee and plant it for leverage, bringing Creed down into a modified pinning predicament. Creed quickly kicks out as LL hops down from the ring apron, a satisfied look on her face. Creed tries to roll back to his feet, but Angelus is on him too quickly, grabbing his arms and quickly tossing him overhead in a move halfway between a double underhook suplex and a hip toss. Creed slams down to the mat hard.

Walters-That was unorthodox but effective by the recent DWA graduate. It looks like Lust has definitely shifted up the momentum of this match.

May-That’s all you have to say! Sometimes I wonder if you actually have a Y chromosome, Walters.

River follows Creed to the mat, quickly laying in a series of rights to the stunned superstar’s face to make sure he doesn’t move. The ref calls for him to open his fist, and River nods his agreement, reaching down to grab hold of Creed’s throat! The ref starts a count and River lets go and rolls to his feet, mouthing that the ref needs to learn how to take a joke. Creed grabs hold of the bottom rope to try and get some support, but River ducks to grab his feet, pulling both high into the air, sling-shotting Creed up with them before sending him crashing face first into the mat. Nathan grabs his abdomen in pain as River plants a boot into his face before turning to face Lust on the outside, doing a little seductive posing of his own. She responds with a smile, winks, and blows him a kiss as River turns back to his opponent amidst a shower of boos. Angelus ducks down and hauls Creed back up to his feet, slinging him across the ring into the corner turnbuckle and following it up with a flying body splash. Creed tries to stumble out but River quickly shoves him back into the corner, ducking to deliver some shoulder blocks to Creed’s stomach. River then boosts Creed to the top rope, crawling up after him and lifting Creed’s arm over his head to prepare for a superplex from the top. He seems just about to crouch and sling Creed down to the mat when the crowd roars their approval of something on the outside. He turns to look, wearing a confused expression, and only becomes more confused as the top of Lady Lust’s bikini flies into his face! She’s stripped down to her bare chest, with only a pair of body paint “L”s over the nipples! She smiles and gives a little jiggle for the camera as River looks on in shock!

May-Oh my god! Oh my god!

Walters-What’s she doing? Her man was just about to win this thing!

May-I don’t care! Oh my god!

River is just as confused as Walters, but doesn’t have time to debate it as Creed snaps to his senses and sharply shoves River off of the top rope. Angelus comes down hard on his back, rolling in pain, as Creed steps back up to his feet, turning around to face the audience. He points and sneers at all of them, before finally pointing at Lust and then leaping off into space, delivering a picture perfect moonsault to the downed River Angelus. The two men lay flat on the canvas for a second or two before Creed crawls over to his opponent and flops an arm over his chest. The ref drops for a count…1…2…NO! River kicks out at the last second!

Walters-My god, I thought that was it. But what the hell is Lady Lust doing? Whose side is she on?!?

May-I’ll tell you one thing. She’s on the side of every male fan in this arena, that’s for sure!

Creed flops over onto his side, his burst of adrenaline spent, as River slowly rolls over as well. The referee begins the ten count as the two men begin to stir, River reaching his feet first at six. He sees Creed nearly reaching a vertical base and charges towards him, looking to hit a clothesline on the “Future” before he can reach his feet. Creed however falls with it, spinning River in a complete circle as he grabs his arm and plants him face first into the mat, cinching in an armbar on the downed superstar! River hollers in pain and slides along the mat, reaching a foot out towards the ropes. He drapes it over, and Creed is forced to release the hold. He rolls up to his feet, however, planting a boot to the back of Angelus’ head as he tries to stand. Creed ducks down grabs Angelus around the waste, smoothly hauling into the air and back down in a suplex variation that leaves the whole ring shaking. He drops for the cover…1….2….What? Lady Lust puts River’s foot on the ropes! The referee stops the count and points it out to Creed, who swears in frustration and looks suspiciously at LL, who stands idly outside the ring wearing an innocent expression (and little else.) Creed doesn’t seem convinced, as he pops back to his feet and signals to the crowd that the match is over. He stomps over to Angelus, rolling him over with a boot and locking in The Courtesy Call! He’s got it! River’s lethargy disappears in a second as the pain shoots through his body. He tries to push out with his arms, but he can’t get free! And he’s positioned on the opposite side of the ring from the ropes!

Walters-This thing is all but over, unless she should decide to-

May-Yes! She’s jumping up on the ring apron!

Walters-Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.

Lust has indeed jumped up onto the ring apron right in front of Creed’s face. She turns around begins teasingly tugging at the sides of her thong bottom, tugging them down to expose a sumptuous tan-line free hip region.

May-This is the greatest match of all time!

Walters-What is that damned Jezzibell doing up there!

The thong is about halfway down Lust’s bottom when Creed decides he’s had enough of this, tossing down River’s legs disgustedly and stepping up to Lust. He grabs her by the shoulders. He spins her around and starts shouting into her face over the din of the audience. To his shock, she simply grabs him and plants a hot, sensuous kiss on his lips. Creed’s eyes widen in shock, and go even wider as Lady Lust is hauled off of the ring apron by someone from behind. It’s Krissie, Creed’s girlfriend! Lust falls down into a heap at ringside as Krissie angrily kicks at her with one heeled shoe. Creed looks as confused as possible as he shouts for her to stop. Krissie hears him, turning around towards the ring and looking up at Creed, whose lip is already bleeding from the bite Lust laid on him during their kiss. Creed asks what the hell she’s doing, to which Krissie responds by reaching up through the ropes and punching Creed in the family jewels! He doubles up in pain while River rolls him up in a schoolboy from behind! The ref drops for the count…1….2…..3!!!!!! River wins!!!!!

Walters-What the-will someone please explain to me what the hell just happened?!?

May-I’d love to, but I’m still in awe of the beautiful goddess known as Lady Lust!

Walters-Would you get back to the task at hand! There was a match going on out there too, which she just ruined.

May-She didn’t ruin it! She elevated it! This baby’s right up there with the Weapons Lair!

Walters-Oh get over it. And get your hands above the desk where I can see them!

River bolts out of the ring, raising an arm in victory as Creed looks on in confusion and anger. Krissie is already storming up the ramp, staring angrily at her man in the ring. Creed shouts for her to come back, but she just storms out of the arena, with Creed chasing after her. River in the mean time helps Lust up off of the mat, brushing her off (and copping a feel) as he does so. She looks around in bewilderment before seeing River smiling in front of her. She answers his smile with a sultry one of her own, before sliding up next to him and planting a kiss on him. The two basically make out at ringside for a good two to three minutes as the crowd cheers on in the background, before River stoops and scoops Lady Lust into the air, cradling her in his arms as he makes his way to the back.


Backstage


(The scene opens with Chris Kain dressed in his normal attire, he is preparing to leave the arena and head away after his loss, his face showing the disappointment/anger the defeat has left him in. He grabs his bag lifting it onto his shoulder and turns to see Gerard Angelo smiling, a flock T-shirt covering his upper body as he steps into the locker room.)

Gerard Angelo:
SO…This is ULW right? And you are…The Al Capone of the federation? No, no…Maybe the Reggie Kray of the ULW right?

Chris Kain:
Are you trying to be funny? Your mocking me over things you have no understanding about…I am more dangerous then you could ever imagine, so why don’t you take your crap hole of an orgy group and head back out of ULW…Cause you are not going anywhere here!

Gerard Angelo:
Is that so? And this coming from a man who believes himself to be a gangster, a criminal…Do you even know what the Flock is?

Chris Kain:
Do I care?

Gerard Angelo:
…You should!

(Suddenly Angelo raises his hand cracking Chris Kain across the jaw with a pair of Brass Knuckles that knocks the man right to the floor causing him to lay knocked out in his dressing room Angelo just grins and rips open his buttoned shirt before pulling a spray pain can from his attire and spraying Flock in Black letters across his chest before spitting on him and walking away.)


Also Backstage


(Conrad Gray is sitting with Jason Seagreen and Edward Hayden, the three men are looking angrily at each other and waiting impatiently before the door opens up and Sheryl Gray walks in ignoring the staff cries for help in the parking lot, she just walks past the three men to a table at the back and pours herself a glass of water before turning and pacing in between them.)

Sheryl:
I stand here, in this room with three men who all want to be the almighty powerful, all want to be the greatest GM with the Greatest show…Annihilation Vs FUF…It’s going to happen right? I mean the tension backstage is at heights none of us would have been able to imagine…Yet so far we are without incident involving interbrand attacks…

Edward:
So far!

Sheryl:
Yes…But I cannot help but wonder one thing and Edward this is to you…

(Hayden squints his eyes as Sheryl turns to face him, the anger in her tone due to the attack on her by Cruze still remaining obvious.)

Sheryl:
With me feeling back to my best and unlikely to let anything or anyone stop me…Why is it a man of your sly intent believes having someone attack the owner of this company not to mention the fact I am Sheryl Marie Gray is forgivable, excusable even? Did you really believe you was going to get away with it?

Edward:
Mrs. Gray come now, I didn’t plan any such mov-

Sheryl:
Shut up Edward, I am not stupid and I was not born yesterday, so lets get to the point shall we, the ratings have not justified what I call acceptable on Annihilation and I am not happy with the revenue your show has bought in since you took over just over a month ago…

Edward:
But-

Sheryl:
I said Shut up! So as off 2005, Jason Seagreen will be Co-GM on Annihilation and not on FUF!

Jason:
WHAT?

Sheryl:
You heard me Seagreen!

(Conrad Gray just smiles at Jason who looks across at Edward Hayden and vice versa, the two men are not looking pleased and in turn Sheryl turns from them and toward her grinning brother.)

Sheryl:
Conrad…Conrad…Conrad…You seem to think I am going to let you off?

Conrad:
Sis?

Sheryl:
You see up until tonight you were fine, I was seeing FUF hit figures higher then ever before, I was watching the show conquer and prove why it is the leading brand in sports entertainment today…But then you made a big mistake, you took out the Regulator…

Conrad:
That was nothing to do with me, you saw that it wasn’t!

Sheryl:
WRONG! You know what I saw, I saw those bastards that call themselves the Flock in MY federation!! Do you know what they have done? Do you know there past? The Flock conquered nearly everywhere they went, they caused trouble and left there opponents a rubble on the floor.

Conrad:
That won’t happen in ULW!

Sheryl:
You are damn right it won’t happen! Lethal was hurt out there tonight and thus won’t be on FUF this week nor will he be competing in the GWO to defend his World Title and all because you signed that group of rebels to do your dirty work…

Conrad:
Come on Sheryl, that is not fair-

Sheryl:
Really? Well it gets better so listen to this Conrad, At ULW New Beginnings, I am making a match right here one month till the show date…It’s going to be FUF’s regulator Lethal Weapon Vs FUF’s GM Conrad Gray and as this is an interactive Pay Per View what can the stipulations be…

Conrad:
Please Sis, this is so uncalled for?

Sheryl:
No Conrad, no it is not…Stipulation one…The match will be a Singles Match
Stipulation two….A Hardcore Match
And Stipulation three….Lethal Weapon Vs Conrad Gray will be A Highway to Hell match!

Conrad:
A Highway to-

Sheryl:
Hell…And Conrad…Before we decide open the votes to the public, ill be sure to explain the match to them…Next Week on FUF!

(The fans are going wild as Sheryl just turns and leaves the room causing a ghostly Conrad to just stare on in shock as Jason and Edward already begin to argue, the pride of both men seemingly overwhelming!)


Back In the Arena


Jerry Walters:
OH MY! Did you hear that? Conrad Gray just dug his own grave as Lethal Weapon is booked against him at the first Pay Per View of the year, ULW New Beginnings!! And One of three matches chosen by the public is going to set the stage for the match to happen!

Tim May:
I don’t believe this Jerry, this is shocking! What is Sheryl doing, that’s her brother for god sake!

Jerry Walters:
Sheryl is having a true mean streak tonight, she has doen some horrific stuff and not even her brother escaped the massacre of her tongue and her power! Jason Seagreen has even been exiled to Annihilation against his will to ‘deal’ with Edward Hayden!


Annihilation Tag Team Titles Match
Extremely Dangerous Vs LivEvil


Annihilation Match


Backstage


Mark Comeau sits upon a chair in one of the corridors, a thing of stitches lining his forehead with a bruise on the side of his face. He appears to be greatly depressed, anguish overwhelming him with his fist buried to his chin. A shadow is now cast upon him, a figure moving into the scene overlooking Mark. He looks up into the face of none other than Johnny Kingdom, The number one contender shaking his head at the sight of Comeau, wearing a tanned suit. Mark rises from his chair, perking up a bit at the sight of his old friend and allie.

Comeau: Hey Johnny, what's up man? Long time no see.

Mark sticks out his hand to shake Kingdom's who stares down at it and then peers into the face of Comeau, smirking. Mark appears a bit confused.

Kingdom: Look at you, your pathetic.

Mark's face becomes even more bewildered.

Mark: Wha?

Kingdom continues shaking his head.

Johnny: Look at what you've become, a big nothing, a loser, a shell of the man you use to be. Every week somebody punks you out on Annihilation, rather it be Edward Heydan, Ravnos, or some other big stupid morane. You were once a World Heavyweight champion, you were once a wrestler, and now, your just a human punching bag who never stands up for himself just like a normal commentator. Your not Mark Comeau, your not the man people use to fear, people use to hate with a passion.

Comeau is still confused by this verbal abuse, yet tries to say something.

Comeau: Johnn....

Johnny Kingdom puts his hand up in front of the face of Comeau looking disgusted.

Johnny: You make me sick.

Kingdom spits on Comeau who's face becomes a shade of red, looking ready to explode as Johnny begins to grin.

Johnny: Do it, come on Comeau, hit me, get angry, stand up for yourself!

Mark breaths in and out deeply, seething with a great deal of anger before finally turning away from Kingdom, and walking off down the corridor. The half grin on Kingdom's face fades, beginning to shake his head in dissapointment.

Kingdom: Comeau, you've changed my friend.

Kingdom sighs as he watches his old friend just walk away from the fight.


Also Backstage


The camera opens on a broken picture frame, the tore shreds of a Tedd Coppel picture held within. Jason Seagreen steps over it, looking down at the picture and then bending forward. He lifts it up in front of his face unleashing an exasperated sigh of despair and then dropping the picture into a nearby trash can. He looks around at his destroyed office until a figure enters the dressing room, revealing herself as none other than Chastity. She is wearing her wrestling attire and preparing for in ring action by stretching her arms. Seagreen looks at her and then grins, perking up a tad.

Chastity: Hey Seagreen, you wanted to see me about something?

Jason nods his head, placing his knuckle to his chin.

Seagreen: Yes, yes I did. I want to make a suggestion about your match. You see, I think it needs a little more appeal to it, and if you think hard enough, I'm sure you'll realize what type of appeal I'm talking about.

Chastity stops stretching her arms and gives him a strange stare, a tad confused, yet able to somewhat decipher what he's referring to.

Seagreen: So, I thought you should wear this in your match.

Jason removes a tiny bikini from his jacket pocket, stretching it out and revealing the words, Coca Cola written on both cups. Chastity stares at him and the bikini for a second and reveals her pure disturbance.

Chastity: To hell with that! I'm not wearing this smut.

Chastity grabs the bikini and begins to feel it's texture.

Chastity: What is that made of.....No! I'm not doing it.

Seagreen becomes depressed as he lowers the bikini to his side and begins to shake his head.

Jason: Well if you won't then somebody has too, I have to market these products and nobody is agreeing to it.

Seagreen shakes his head in anger.


Back In the Arena


Jerry Walters:
It seems Johnny Kingdom is trying to spur Mark on since he was singled out on the lesser show Annihilation and yet another Seagreen idea has gone down the pan, I mean come on, this match is Chastity’s first match back, this is her chance for revenge and the guy is trying to make her eye candy in a match that should be about fighting for the right thing!

Tim May:
Oh what? The girl is a spoil sport damn it, we all know it! She would have looked good in that merchandise damn it!

Jerry Walters:
She would look good in anything but that doesn’t make it right!

Tim May:
She would look good out of anything as well!

Jerry Walters:
Oh god, please control your hormones! So what do you make of Johnny’s fan?


Chastity Vs Chris Hunter


(“Lets Go” by Trick Daddy, Twista and Lil Jon hits, and pyro explode all around the arena, the fans jump to there feet with boo’s as one half of the Young Gunnaz walks out onto the special rampway for ULW Worlds Ending. He looks over at the fans shaking his head in disgust as they continue to rant and jeer him from heading down the ramp. He just ignores them and begins walking toward the ring area, the canvas cleaned from earlier on. He reaches the apron and rolls in the ring before going to the far turnbuckle and raising his arms in the air to the booing fans before slamming his hand against his chest where his heart is a few times and jumping down back onto the ring mat.) Jerry Walters: This man is yet another who sickens me! He could have had it all, he had the fans, the support, the potential, the regard and he through it all away for the chance to have someone he knew he couldn’t have! Tim May: But he did have her! Jerry Walters: Not According to her he didn’t! (The lights turn shades of white and sky blue as Chastity comes out quickly from the back in her ring attire she is jumping on the spot and taking short sharp jabs at the thin air, her eyes are furious as she stares down the ramp at Chris Hunter in the ring already taunting her and smiling. The camera gets a great shot from behind her looking down the ramp catching them both in the shot before Chastity walks down the ramp to the sound of “Naked Cousin” By PJ Harvey, she stops at the apron area and stares at CH who walks to the near ropes and begins blowing kisses to her and holding the ropes open for her. She just ignores him and walks around to the steps climbing them slowly before entering of her own accord through a separate set of ropes and just staring at CH who smiles and says “Fine!” before jumping on the spot himself and preparing for the match.) Jerry Walters: Oh my, the atmosphere here has risen and the battle these two have is undoubtedly one that will remain in there minds not to say the minds of the fans! Tim May: Oh god this is where you remind us how this match came around right? Jerry Walters: Indeed it is and believe me, this is not for the faint of heart, not this match, nor the background of it. Chris Hunter, the young aspiring sensation on the ULW scene, the rising potential on the ULW Roster suddenly spikes the drink of Chastity causing her to sleep or not sleep with him. Whatever happened we have no idea. But because of that incident Chastity was suspended and since the Glamour Girls have fought to defend there friend leading to this right here…The two forces finally colliding! (The bell sounds and both wrestlers begin moving around the ring in a clockwise circle before CH stops and just steps to the middle of the ring and talks some trash to Chastity before doing a kind of D-Generate arm remark around his crotch. Chastity just nods trying to control her temper before lunging in and slapping Chris Hunter hard across the face knocking him back a step she then stamps on his foot causing him to grab at his toes before dropkicking his other knee taking him to the mat! She scrambles back to her feet and sees Chris Hunter do the same leaning on the ropes she then charges at him and clotheslines him right over the ropes the force so hard it takes her with him and both of them fall from the ring and to the outside! The fans are completely behind Chastity here as she manages to get back to her feet, first, she grabs CH and slams him face first into the mat and then again, before grabbing his waist and pushing him backwards back first right into the apron again!) Jerry Walters: Chastity is really taking it out on Chris here, she is actually matching him on power! Tim May: Maybe she is, but if she is clever she will realize she wont be able to keep this up! Jerry Walters: Actually I have to agree with you there, she needs to begin to play her kind of match here not fight his. (Chastity just rolls Chris Hunter back in the ring and climbs onto the apron holding the top rope, she prepares herself as Chris stands up and as he turns she jumps off the apron and onto the top rope but as she does CH lunges at the ropes causing them to shake uncontrollably, Chastity quickly loses her balance and falls crouch first right onto the ropes causing her to shout in pain! Chris Hunter just smiles at her before grabbing her head from behind and pulling her into the middle of the ring both her legs now propped on the top rope he then bounces her off the rope using the momentum to hit a spinning sit-out reverse DDT right onto the mat before covering, 1… 2… Kickout by Chastity. Chris just sits up and kneels over Chastity before talking some trash to her before then landing in some closed fist punches right to her head causing the fans to boo frantically as the referee pushes him away. Chastity just holds her face in pain as CH stands up and raises his hands to the crowd pointing at her and claiming she is nothing. He picks her up and holds her by the hair with no respect whatsoever before throwing her head first into the top turnbuckle the blow knocking her round to face him where he hits a couple of well aimed stomps to the stomach before grabbing her arm and throwing her across the ring, he charges in after her but Chastity moves and CH slams chest first right into the top turnbuckle and walks backwards right into a Russian Leg Sweep!) Jerry Walters: This match has been pretty sloppy right now but I cant put it down to anything as of yet, its been very even! Tim May: It could be bad wrestling, it could be good counters….Bad wrestling is my bet! Jerry Walters: I disagree, both of these guys are evenly matched and determined and I think right now it’s just a matter of who can make the most of the mistakes. (Chastity gets to her feet and climbs to the middle rope nearest the rising body of Chris Hunter, he stands and stumbles for a second before turning to Chastity who flies off hitting a nice dropkick right to the centre of the chest knocking him on his back near the ropes, seeing this she runs to the opposite side of the ring and hits the ropes before rolling into a cartwheel and then into a standing moonsault right across the chest of Chris Hunter before hooking the leg and covering, 1… 2… Chris gets his foot on the rope. Chastity gets back up and lifts Chris before setting him up for a snap suplex but Chris just uses his body weight to block it then breaks the hold off Chastity before slamming her to the mat with a huge standing clothesline! She instantly grabs her head as he angrily roars, he walks back to her and picks her up again before throwing her over his shoulder and running her back first into the turnbuckle before holding her on his shoulder stepping back and doing it again, then a third time before hooking her legs around the top of the corner and watching her hang in place. He then places his boot over her throat and puts pressure on it as the referee begins a count causing him to break the choke and once more boot her in the stomach he then lifts her by the head, her feet still rested on the top turnbuckle and hooks her around the chin before running out of the corner and dragging her with him letting her drop to the mat as he does with a big Neckbreaker!) Jerry Walters: Chris Hunters power is beginning to take its toll now, Chastity needs to find some way of getting back in this match but Chris is looking motivated now, it seems the momentum has fallen to him on this occasion. Tim May: And that’s all he will need Jerry, one burst of Momentum and this match is over, his raw power and physique is enough to beat Chastity damn it! Jerry Walters: I don’t know about that, but what I do know is Chastity has been out of the ring for just under a month and has not been in action either, so the longer this goes on the worse it is for her. (Chris just stands up and rolls her mockingly onto her front with his foot before placing his knee into the top of her spine and pulling under her chin into a modified chin lock, the referee quickly checks on her and asks if she gives up but Chastity fights through it with No. Chris impatient lets go of the move and just begins stomping on her upper back now, continuing the pounding to her neck/back area. He grabs her by the hair lifting her again before holding her for a reverse DDT but instead of taking her to the ground her drops down to one knee and slams her neck first across it causing her to cry out again and from there once more holds her chin and shoulder this time to apply pressure around her neck that’s bent over his knee. However Impatience gets the better of Chris again and he lets her roll away, he spits on the floor near a few Chastity fans that boo him in the front row and then stands over her before dropping a knee across the back of her neck, he then grabs her aggressively by the hair resting her neck first on the middle rope before slamming some forearms across the back! He then runs across the ring hitting the opposite ropes and jumps right across her back, he is quickly back off her and hits the ropes a second time before hitting the move a second time before trying it a third time but as he jumps Chastity moves and Chris Hunter flies groin first right into the middle rope the momentum knocking him right through the ropes and out of the ring!) Jerry Walters: OUCH! Chris is going to be speaking a little higher tonight! Tim May: Oh man! That was a below the belt move by Chastity, mind the bad pun! Jerry Walters: We will! (Chris Hunter just holds his crown Jewels on the outside as Chastity sits up in the ring in obvious pain, she crawls on all fours to the ropes opposite Hunter and lifts herself to her feet, Chris does the same outside but Chastity sees him and runs at the ropes, she picks up momentum and grabs the top rope jumping right over it into a swantom but as she does her legs land either side of Chris’s head and she turns it into a perfectly executed leg scissors take down right into a hold, but Chris instantly worms out of it and rolls away a little shell shocked by the move. He gets to his feet again but as he does he sees Chastity run along the ring barrier before jumping off and landing on his shoulders again this time hitting a huge Hurricanrana onto the safety mats! The fans are going nuts as Chastity picks up momentum, she gets right back up still holding her neck and climbs onto the apron waiting for CH to stand, he does and turns to face her as he does she runs at him and flies off hitting anice Cross body that take him down and as soon as he lands on the mat Chastity’s anger flares and she lands right hand after right hand! The fans are going nuts as Chastity stands and unstopping begins to stomp over and over, she rolls in the ring breaking the count and then goes back outside stomping on CH some more before picking him up and rolling him back in the ring before placing his head over the corner of the apron she then steps back and slams an elbow across the top of his forehead whip-lashing his head right back!) Jerry Walters: This is a lot more like what we need to see off Chastity she is taking it to Chris and attacking him with a style that he himself does not master Tim May: And we care because? Jerry Walters: Because it’s your job to care dickhead! (Chris Hunter just rolls in the ring and Chastity climbs on the apron before jumping to the top rope and perching herself there, Chris stands and she flies off hitting him with a lovely Elbow Smash before calling for the end of the match, she grabs Chris lifting him to his feet but as She does CH breaks the hold and lifts her into a Military Press high above his head to the boos of the fans KAMIKAZE!!! HE HITS IT!!! 1… 2… 3..NOOOOO!!!! Chastity got a shoulder up!!! Chris Hunter can’t believe it, he looks up at the referee who just signals a two count, he then covers again and hook both legs, 1… 2… No! Another Kickout by Chastity! Chris Hunter cannot believe it, he slams his hands on the mat over and over again rapidly before standing up and swinging his arms away from each other to signal the end of the match, he then walks to the corner and props himself there, the fans are booing louder and louder as CH prepares for The Dagger. Somehow Chastity is back up on one knee but has not yet seen Chris impatiently jump from foot to foot, she stands and stumbles before turning and Chris Hunter charges but Chastity dives out of the way and Chris flies hard into the steel turnbuckle and then stumbles out into the middle of the ring suddenly Chastity jumps at the ropes Springboarding off and grabbing the head of Chris Hunter bulldogging him into the ground CHASTE PASTE!!!! She covers and hooks the leg! 1… 2… NOOO!!! Chris Hunter kicks out this time and the fans are booing loudly as Chastity doesn’t get the win, she rolls up onto her knees and grabs his head before lifting him to his feet and setting him up for her finisher, the fans are all on there feet now as Chastity prepares to end it, but as she lifts him manages to counter and fall behind her before pushing her forward right into the referee knocking him out of the ring!!!) Jerry Walters: The referee is down and this is never good!! Tim May: Yeah, now those damn Glamour Girls can come down and cost Chris the match! Jerry Walters: Actually it seems more likely that Young Chris will come down! (Chastity turns shellshocked from her collision with the official but as she does Chris Hunter Spears her down with the Dagger!! The fans are booing loudly but there is no official, he slams the mat and gets to his feet he rolls out of the ring and begins trying to wake the referee but to no prevail, the fans suddenly burst into cheers as a hurt Chastity gets back up, CH looks up but its to late as she jumps onto the rope before jumping to face away from him then jumping off the rope a second time hitting him with a Moonsault to the outside! The fans are going nuts as both wrestlers lay motionless for a while on the outside, its Chastity who moves first and grabs the apron getting to her feet, right next to her Chris Hunter does the same but as he stands she stuns him with a gouge to the eye before slamming his head against the apron again and rolling him in the ring before climbing onto the apron and jumping over the ropes hitting a Swantom across his chest from the apron! The momentum allows her to stand right back up but as she does Young Chris appears on the outside and grabs her by the head hanging her on the top rope the move springboarding her right back into the centre of the ring and into the arms of Chris Hunter who lifts her of her feet and into another Military Press…KAMIKAZE AGAIN!!! HE HITS IT!!! HE COVERS!! The Official is sliding back in the ring but ever so slowly, he counts, 1… 2… 3… Boos are echoing out as Young Gunnaz Music hits again, Young Chris just rolls in the ring and smiles boyishly at Chastity before helping a tired and hurt Chris Hunter back to his feet as he raises his hand in victory.) Jerry Walters: This is Bullshit! Pure Bullshit! Chris Hunter cheated this win over a woman who god damn well deserved it! Tim May: What? How did he do Anything, Chastity slipped and Chris Hunter made the most of it! Jerry Walters: Slipped my ass! Once more the evil of this federation prevails and those fuckers the Young Gunnaz have run away with a win, I hope Cortez kicks his ass, I really do, I hope Chris Cortez beats Young Chris to oblivion! Backstage (The fans boo loudly as Ash and Angela of the Flock are seen standing in the lobby backstage, they smile as Gerard Angelo joins them, every person around them including normal staff seem to be just glaring at them like they had invaded the ULW. Ash just grins further as he looks back at them before suddenly a angry looking Shannon Skanes walks toward them.) Shannon Skanes: What the hell are you doing here? What the hell are you still doing in this god damn industry! Didn’t CWA and NLCW teach you anything? Ash: Oh, it taught us Shannon, it made us stronger…But it didn’t destroy us, far from it…Why, I thought you would have been pleased to see a familiar face in these parts, especially as your PR campaign to have Lethal leave ULW to focus on GWO was failing until we arrived… Shannon Skanes: That’s not the point…Lethal Weapon is my champion damn it and if you think for one second I am going to let him get injured or took out of this game by the likes of you, you have another thing coming! I want him out of the ULW, yes, but I don’t want him injured, how will the GWO get equal ratings to ULW then. Angela: Shannon, we must have you all wrong, I mean after all these years we didn’t pay you enough attention did we? (Shannon just glares suspiciously at Angela as she smiles and walks around Skanes.) Angela: You are doing the noble thing right? Doing what’s best for your respective company and we….Interrupted…Right? Shannon: Exactly! (Angela just shakes her head and looks Shannon in the eyes.) Angela: Do we look like we care? (The rest of the Flock just begin to laugh and snigger as Shannon grits his teeth in rage.) Angela: We are the Flock, the most dominant force in the wrestling business, always have been, always will be…And not you…Not Lethal…Not Chris Kain, nobody…Will come out of this in one piece. Ash: Shannon, you should know better then most these idiots in the ULW, we do not lie down for anybody and come FUF next week, Flock is going to make a bigger impact then ever before and well…With no Regulator who is going to stop us! (The fans just boo as Shannon glares angrily at them all again before turning and storming off as Ash and Angela just wrap there arms around each other and watch him leave as the scene fades to black.) Back In the Arena Jerry Walters: Can you believe the nerve of these kids? I mean my god, Ash and Angela are parents and they are acting like playground idiots back there, threatening everyone and just being a complete pain in the arse! Tim May: There the Flock Jerry, that’s what they are meant to be like! I think there great, I like them already! Jerry Walters: You like anyone that attacks Weapon and does anything the fans don’t like! Tim May: And they do a lot of it, so I like them a lot! Annihilation Hardcore Championship DWA Vs ULW Match Annihilation Match Backstage (Hellkat is seen holding her title over her shoulder, sitting with her in her dressing room is Desolation neither of them are talking particularly and both just seem ready to fight in two matches that are of the greatest importance in the present career. Hellkat then stands and stretches one of her arms, as she does Desolation stands with her and hugs her whispering words of encouragement you would belief in her ear before sharing a kiss with her and watching her leave for the ring area. She does so and the fans are showing mixed reactions as they now see her on the large screen heading toward the squared circle the Women’s championship over her shoulder, suddenly though from one of the side halls Griffin appears out of nowhere barging her to the ground with an elbow to the head. He then grabs her by the hair lifting her by the hair and her trench-coat and throws her into a large pile of pretty hollow boxes. Suddenly from behind Desolation slams Sean Johnson with a forearm to the back causing him to fall face first onto the marble floor before helping Hellkat back up and calming her. Her angry expression changes and she just focuses back on her match and heads away from the scene and back toward the arena floor, Desolation just watches her leave before turning to see that Sean Johnson has managed to crawl away and out of sight.) Back In the Arena Jerry Walters: What the hell is with Sean Johnson! Every week he is attempting something on Hellkat and this week is no different, it was Desolation that put him out of action and he is taking it out on our Women’s champion! Tim May: Desolation should be blamed AS WELL, I agree and what did he think he was doing attacking Sean Johnson back there, it was uncalled for ya know!! Jerry Walters: Uncalled for!?! The son of a bitch attempted to ambush Hellkat right before her match and her caring husband made sure it wasn’t going to happen, if the son of a bitch had ANY guts, he would at least face her in the ring, but have you seen him do that yet? Tim May: He I biding his time Jerry, why rush these things and anyway, he is sending out a message right now! Jerry Walters: Yes but his message is such a distraction to his actual career it is costing him matches! He lost tonight and he is trying to knock of Hellkat’s focus causing her to do the same, the man is a vengeful idiot who has singled out and begun to try and bully the former World Champion like the bigger boy would to the smaller boys on the playground! It’s pathetic! FUF Womens Championship Hellkat Vs Vivian

The lights dim and red overhead spotlights fill the arena. A fog rolls from the stage, made all the thicker by the red lighting, and Evanescence's "Imaginary" fills the ULW arena. The crowd cheers as Vivian strides confidently from the back wearing a long leather trenchcoat and a pair of dark sunglasses. She stares from side to side at the audience, smiling seductively and teasing any of the cuter boys on the entrance ramp, before making her way to the ring. She perches on one of the turnbuckles as she removes the jacket and glasses, tossing the latter to someone in the audience. With a smirk, she looks around a final time before dropping into the ring to await her opponent.

Jerry: Tim, this is a match I've been waiting for all night long, it's going to intense, fast paced and technical.

Tim: Yep, it's only missing one thing, a big tub of chocklate pudding.

Jerry: Tim, would you please, these two women are excellent performers. Vivian and Hellkat both have some high flying abilities and are able to blend it perfectly with their technical skills.

Tim: So what your saying is that this should be one of those matches where I actually watch what's happening and don't try to bust one liners?

Jerry: Exactly.

"Samhain" by Inkubbus Sukkubus hits the PA system, the crowd rising to it's feet and bombarding the entry way with great enthusasim, waiting for the arrival of their precious women's champion. Through the curtains strides Hellkat, a dark trench coat hanging off of her body with a hood attached at the top, shading her facial features as she marches towards the ring. The Women's title belt can be seen wrapped about her waist, glimmering beneath the trench coat, flashbulbs reflecting off of it from the crowd. She pounces upon the apron, pulling back her hood and then removing her jacket while Vivian gives her a long hard stare, ready to get the contest underway. Hellkat enters the ring and steps up into the face of Vivian, both of them interlocking eyes as the referee keeps them apart.

Jerry: Hellkat is here and she looks ready for in ring action, very determined to retain that belt of hers.

Tim: Don't you know anything, Hellkat never wants her title belts, they're a burdon if you don't remember.

Jerry: I think Hellkat's developed a little more confidance since her World title reign Tim.

Tim: I don't see why, she has no reason to be confident.

The crowd is on it’s feet as Hellkat stares across the ring at Vivian, both individuals positively seething with anger in the presence of one another. The bell officially sounds in order to get this sure to be athletic contest on the way. Vivian and Hellkat begin to circle one another, locking eyes when the women’s champion steps forward. Vivian throws a punch at her that Hellkat steps under, grabbing the challengers arm in the process and forcing it around behind her back in a hammerlock. Vivian tries to bend forward and slide around behind Hellkat to reverse the hold when the champion steps forward and applies a side headlock submission hold. Hellkat pushes her arms up and down, trying to obtain further leverage when Vivian pops her head free and stands up, wrapping her arms around the throat of the champion. This in turn forces Hellkat to begin flailing her hands, finding herself in this predicament until she bends down and slides through the arms of Vivian, getting behind her and burying her shoulder into her back. Hellkat immediately stands up, backdropping Vivian over her head only for her to land gracefully on her feet behind her back. Hellkat spins around quickly, stepping right into a drop toe hold, slamming the champion face first onto the canvas. Vivian immediately steps over her legs, trying to wrap them around one another in an Indian Death Lock position, attempting to place her in a STF. Hellkat fights it though, digging her claws into the canvas and quickly dragging herself across the canvas to the ropes. She reaches out and grabs the bottom one while Vivian still tries to apply her Ball and Gag submission hold. Finally the referee steps in her path, informing her that she is unable to do it. Vivian, appearing a bit upset stands up and backs away, staring a hole into Hellkat who begins to pull herself up the ropes, glaring at the challenger in anger.

Jerry: A nice set of reversals in the ring Tim, these two look like they’re going to pull every submission move out tonight that they can think of.

Tim: I can think of a few submission holds I’d like to get Vivian into, if you catch my drift?

Jerry: Unfortunately yes I do, and the mental image just painted in my head was both disturbing and scary.

Hellkat gets to her feet, leaning backwards against the ropes, Vivian watching on patiently. Hellkat suddenly points to the center of the ring, calling for a tie up as Vivian graciously obliges. Both competitors move in on one another quickly, Hellkat placing Vivian in a collar elbow tie up, Vivian doing the same to her opponent. They jockey for positioning when Vivian suddenly pulls Hellkat down into a perfectly applied front facelock, torquing her neck as tightly as she can. Just as the blood begins to rush to the face of Hellkat she stands up, backdropping Vivian over her head and onto the canvas. However, on the way down Vivian reaches out with her arms, wrapping them around the waist of Hellkat who once again begins to flail her arms as she attempts to block the sunset flip counter. Unfortunately she is pulled all the way in reverse onto the canvas into a pinning predicament. The referee drops down to make the count when Hellkat rolls in reverse, getting out of the pin and then grabbing the legs of Vivian. She rolls her over onto her stomach and now jumps onto her lower back, trying to place Vivian in the Wrathscorn Ravager. Vivian fights it however, keeping both of her arms from being locked and quickly pulling herself across the canvas towards the ropes. The entire time Hellkat fights to lock in the submission hold, but it’s not enough to stop her challenger. Vivian reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, keeping herself from being placed in Hellkat’s trademark hold now. The referee steps up to Hellkat, demanding that she stop trying to lock in the modified cobra clutch as the champion seemingly agrees. She begins to step backwards before slapping Vivian on the back of the head, in a complete showing of disrespect. Vivian immediately rises up onto her knees, turning her piercing and angry eyes towards Hellkat who steps backwards to the center of the ring, appearing almost confidant. The fans have a mixed reaction at the poor showing of sportsmanship by Hellkat as Vivian rises to her feet and charges at her. She throws a clothesline that Hellkat steps under, getting around behind her back. As Vivian spins back around she receives a blistering knife edge chop, taking her down to the canvas. Vivian rolls around on the canvas and then rises to her feet and recieves a second vicious chop across the chest, knocking her off of her feet. For a third time she gets to a standing base when Hellkat moves in and goes for another knife edge chop that Vivian ducks under. She gets around behind the back of Hellkat who spins to face her and walks right into a side headlock into a hip toss over onto the canvas. Vivian lands on her chest, placing her back on top of her. The referee tries to make the count but Hellkat gets one of her shoulders off the canvas. Hellkat now reaches up with her legs, trying to wrap them around the neck of Vivian but she brushes them away with one hand. Hellkat tries it again, only to have her legs blocked for a second time by the hand of Vivian. The champion refuses to stay down however, pushing herself upwards now, causing Vivian to sit up with the side headlock applied upon the kneeling Hellkat. Vivian can feel the momentum switching so now swings around into a front facelock, applying it as tightly as she possibly can. Hellkat begins to gasp for air in this submission hold, more oxygen being deprived from her head and finally causing her to fall down onto the canvas across her chest and stomach. Vivian keeps the front facelock applied before she suddenly releases it and begins to slide around in circles across the back of Hellkat, toying with the champion and causing the crowd to unleash another mixed reaction. Vivian gets around onto the lower half of her back and rises onto her knees, beginning to playfully slap Hellkat across the back of her head with both hands repeatedly. Vivian stands up and backs away at the referee's behest, while Hellkat rises onto her posterior, grabbing the back of her noggin and appearing a tad angered by what just occured. Hellkat stands up as Vivian remains in her position, watching the champion closely. Hellkat shouts at Vivian in anger before she drops down to the canvas upon her hands and knees, calling for the challenger to come in and tie up in another submission hold, trying to show her technical superiority.

Jerry: Can you believe this, Hellkat is demanding a demonstration of her submission abilities.

Tim: Isn't this unlike Hellkat? Or Predator? Or Kitten? Or, what was my original point again?

Vivian looks around at the fans, smirking a tad as Hellkat continues to call for her to step in and lock up. Vivian drops down and places Hellkat in another front facelock. Hellkat defiantly turns her entire body, rolling over sideways and pulling Vivian with her. She pulls Vivian onto her back and now drags her head up into a dragon sleeper. Vivian's neck is being tightly squeezed by the arm of Hellkat who appears very angry. She suddenly swings herself around onto her knees, pulling her head free of the submission hold. She now rises onto her knees, turning towards Hellkat and grabbing her arm, placing it in a fujiwara arm bar, dragging her down to the canvas by it. Hellkat begins to shout in pain, finding herself shocked to find her submission countered into this. Vivian really tightens the hold as Hellkat pushes herself up onto her knees, her arm being torqued at this disgusting angle. Hellkat once again puts on a defiant expression, refusing to be bested as she rolls over onto her side, pulling Vivian with her. She places Vivian across the back of her shoulders and head, causing her to break the submission hold as Hellkat now rises to her feet, grabbing the ankle of the challenger. She suddenly pulls Vivian over onto her stomach, placing her in an ankle lock submission hold as the crowd begins to cheer yet another reversal in holds. Vivian pushes herself up onto her elbows, a great deal of pain emanating from her twisted ankle. Hellkat rises to her feet in order to get the hold properly applied, fully locking it in. Vivian shakes her head as the referee drops down and inquires rather or not she'd like to tap out, looking just as defiant as Hellkat to submit or be bested. She pushes herself up and then rolls forward, dragging Hellkat over onto the canvas into what appears to be a pinning position.

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Vivian gets her shoulder up, rolling onto her side and appearing winded. Hellkat rolls onto her knees and protests the speed of the count before she grabs a hand full of Vivian's hair, much to the referee's anger. She pulls her up to her feet and then launches a forearm into the side of her face, knocking her backwards to the center of the ring. Hellkat now throws a knee into her gut, causing her to bend forward, leaving her completely prone. Hellkat charges backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and then coming back in, jumping into the air and wrapping her legs around the neck of the challenger for a hurricarana. Vivian suddenly pushes her off, causing her to flip over and land on her feet in front of her. Hellkat is caught off gaurd until Vivian kicks her to the gut and grabs her around the neck, charging at the turnbuckle. The fans rise to their feet as Vivian charges up the turnbuckle, swinging out into a tornado DDT. Hellkat throws her off of the front facelock however, causing Vivian to land feet first on the canvas with a graceful accuracy. Hellkat charges at her, lifting her arm into the air when Vivian hooks it and steps around behind her, placing it in a hammerlock. Vivian quickly steps around in front of her, keeping the hammerlock applied until she jumps and lifts one knee into the air, dragging Hellkat downward shoulder first into it. The sound of the impact is brutal, causing Hellkat to stand straight up and stumble towards one of the turnbuckles, taking her arm out of the hammerlock position and beginning to shake it repeatedly, trying to fight off the effects of the blow.

Tim: What the hell was that!?!

Jerry: A very high impact move onto the shoulder of Hellkat utilizing the knee of Vivian.

Tim: Well I don't like, I don't like it one bit.

Jerry: Why is that?

Tim: Because I don't know what to call it, I demand seeing moves that I've witnessed a thousand times in overly repetitive matches! Where the hell are my belly to belly suplexes and boston leg crabs!?!

Jerry: It's times like these that I would actually prefer calling a match with Spider.

Hellkat leans against the turnbuckle, flailing her arm to get some feeling in it after that tremendous impact. Vivian wastes no time though, stepping in quickly and throwing a clubbing shot to her upper back, and once again to the back of her head. Hellkat is nearly knocked down to the canvas before Vivian grabs her by the wrist and whips her across the ring. Hellkat charges at the ropes with a great deal of speed and then bounces off charging back in at Vivian who catches her with a hip toss. Hellkat floats over and lands on her feet however when Vivian places her in a standing dragon sleeper, applying the hold with all of her strength. The air to Hellkat's head is cut off by the submission hold as Vivian places even further leverage upon the lock. She seems determined to force Hellkat to tap out as the champion tires to fight out of the submission hold. Suddenly she reaches up with both of her hands, wrapping them around the back of Vivian's head and using her incredible leg strength to push herself up and over the shoulder of her opponent. Hellkat turns completely upside down on top of the shoulder of Vivian and then drags her down to the canvas with a flip over reverse DDT. The crowd jumps from it's seats at the sight of the manuever, shocked by the shere athletisim. Vivian sits up, holding the back of her neck in pain as Hellkat rises behind her. She now moves in and delivers a vicious buzzsaw kick straight to the back of Vivian's neck, causing her to unleash a howel of pain as her face cringes in agony. The crowd unleashes a groan at the sound of the blow while Hellkat pushes Vivian's head forward beginning to throw hard forearm shots into the back of her neck, over and over again, as many times as she possibly can. The referee finally steps in admonishing her when Hellkat takes a few steps in reverse, giving the official an angry glare. Vivian rolls onto her knees, the back of her neck absolutely killing her after the blows to it. Hellkat steps in quickly when Vivian springs onto her feet and then jumps into the air, connecting with a huge dropkick straight to the champion's shoulder. Hellkat nearly flips over backwards after the blow, slamming across the back of her neck and then rolling onto her side. She wraps her hand around her shoulder, rubbing the damaged area, as Vivian gets to her feet and moves in with as much speed as she can possibly muster. Vivian is still gripping her neck as she drops down to the canvas and grabs the arm of Hellkat. The champion fights to keep it from being disected yet is unable to stop the challenger who stretches her arm out over the canvas and then jumps forward, delivering a senton splash across it. Hellkat rolls onto her back, flopping up and down while holding her arm is serious agony.

Jerry: Vivian has picked a part and she is now tearing into it.

Tim: Almost as badly as I tear into a bag of Lays Potatoe Chips, you can't eat just one.

Jerry: Tim, how many times do I have to tell you, this is not the place for product marketing.

Tim: Any place is good for Lays Potatoe Chips, because they're more filling, with less fat.

Hellkat rises onto her knees, gripping her arm in severe discomfort while Vivian steps in front of her. She moves in swiftly, connecting with a boot shot directly to her shoulder. Hellkat leans backwards, grabbing her arm, but not being taken off of her feet. Vivian steps in and grabs her by the arm, pulling her to her feet and then switching around behind her back, applying a hammerlock upon it. The challenger now grabs Hellkat by the back of the head and bends her forward, keeping the submission hold applied before she charges her at the turnbuckle, throwing her through the ropes shoulder first into the exposed steel. Hellkat nearly spills to the outside of the ring remaining bent over the second turnbuckle pad, her arm obviously badly damaged. Vivian steps in behind her, grabbing Hellkat by the back of her tights and dragging her away from the turnbuckle, applying a half nelson and then dropping backwards, throwing her over her head and in turn causing the women's champion to slam into the canvas across the back of her neck and shoulder area. Hellkat rolls over onto her chest and stomach while Vivian rises to her knees, exasperated yet refusing to give her opponent any time to rest. Vivian scoots across her knees towards the champion, pushing her over onto her back and then hooking her leg.

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Hellkat kicks out, rolling onto her side with a good deal of her face paint melted away by sweat. Vivian pulls her up onto her posterior and then drags her to her feet before blasting her with a vicious knife edge chop. The crowd whoos the velocity of the blow, which causes Hellkat to stumble backwards into the ropes. She leans backwards against it, breathing heavily as Vivian steps in and gives her a stiff forearm shiver to the side of the face, now grabbing her by the wrist and whipping her across the ring. Hellkat places the breaks on it though, stopping in the middle of the ring and reversing the grip on her wrist, pulling Vivian into a short arm clothesline. Vivian ducks under the arm and drops down to the canvas, grabbing Hellkat by the back of the tights and rolling her up into a school boy pin.

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Jerry: This action is really going back and forth here ladies and gentlemen, just when Vivian looked like she had the momentum, it was stolen away from her by Hellkat.

Tim: Speaking of stealing, you can get Lays Potatoe.....

Jerry: Tim! For the love of all that is good and holy, quit trying to line your pockets and enjoy this intense women's title match.

Tim: Speaking of money, it won't take much to buy a bag of Lays Potato Chips.

Jerry: Somebody please send out a replacement for Tim. I'd rather have Count Chocula pitching his cereal than Tim and his Lays Potato Chips infatuation.

Vivian sits up on the canvas, looking exhausted as Hellkat rises behind her, tightly gripping her arm when she moves in swiftly and connects with a hard kick straight to the back of the challenger's neck. The crowd is once again shocked by the sound of the impact. Vivian's eyes roll to the back of her head as Hellkat grabs her around the neck and rolls her over onto her knees, then drags her to her feet. Hellkat gives her a hard knee to the gut and now takes a step back before charging in. She grabs Vivian around the neck, swinging around into a neck-breaker which is reversed by Vivian. The challenger is able to get her head free from the arm of Hellkat, and then places her back to the champions, hooking her arms. Vivian back slides Hellkat down to the canvas in a quick pinning predicament.

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Hellkat rolls in reverse out of the pin and gets onto her knees in front Vivian. She moves in quickly and places her in a front face-lock with an underhook of one of her arms. Vivian begins to shout in pain, the hold taking a good amount of energy from her already tired and battered body. The fans are completely split on who they are cheering for, some shouting Hellkat's name, while others beg Vivian to get out of the front face-lock. Vivian can hear their pleas, and thus begins to will herself upwards with all of the strength in her tired body. Hellkat shakes her head, in disbelief that her front face-lock is not enough to cause her challenger to submit. Full of sweat, both athletes reach a standing base, Vivian bent forward in the front face-lock with Hellkat really synching in the hold with every fiber of her being. Vivian pulls her head free though, swinging around and aiming her back towards the side of Hellkat when the champion reaches up with her right arm, wrapping it around the chin of the challenger. Hellkat drops down to one knee, holding Vivian in a headlock from the reverse neck-breaker position. The crowd's response is unmeasurable, all of them standing and cheering the quick alteration in submission holds, Hellkat keeping constant pressure on her neck.

Tim: It's over, hahahaha, Vivian is going to submit. Put a fork in her, she's done, why am I suddenly hungry?

Jerry: I don't think there's a period when something isn't going into your mouth Tim. Anyway, Vivian is in desperation here. If Hellkat can keep this hold applied then she might just have the win here in this competitive Women's title match.

Vivian looks like the energy has been drained from her body, unable to keep on fighting in this grueling contest, yet refusing to allow her title aspirations to fade away. She once again begins to fight, utilizing all the muscles in her body to get out of the hold, beginning to turn her body. Hellkat starts to stand up, once again showing dismay that her submission hold is being fought out of. Vivian begins to stand all the way up, starting to pull her head free of Hellkat's grasp when the women's champion spins her challenger around and then drags her into her shoulders in a fireman's carry position. Vivian is too weak to fight it as Hellkat wraps up her legs, locking them around eachother and setting up for what appears to be the Cradle Shock. Vivian fights it though and eventually pulls her legs free before turning and sliding down the back of Hellkat, dropping to the canvas and trying to roll her in reverse into a pinning position. Hellkat however, drops down, placing her knees to the shoulders of Vivian and grabbing her legs as they are kicked up.

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Vivian breaks the hold and stands up, grabbing the legs of Hellkat and trying to lock her up into the Ball & Gag. Hellkat places her feet to the gut of Vivian though and shoves her backwards, causing the challenger to smack into the canvas and then roll over onto her hands and knees. Hellkat stands up as Vivian charges in, the champion throwing a clothesline that Vivian ducks under while hooking. She pulls Hellkat around and places her in a diamond cutter position, charging at the turnbuckle as quickly as she possibly can. The fans cheer as Vivian charges up the turnbuckle, going for the acid drop when Hellkat places her hands to the back of the challenger and shoves her over the ropes. Vivian turns however, grabbing the top one and landing feet first on the apron, balancing herself out as Hellkat turns her back to her. Vivian leans on the ropes, keeping herself steady when Hellkat suddenly jumps into the air, flipping over backwards almost and connecting with a kick to the side of Vivian's face. The crowd explodes as Vivian spills off the apron and crashes onto the outside mats, rolling across them onto her stomach.

Jerry: The paylay, the paylay! What a move by the champion!

Tim: All of Vivian's attempts at a come back have thus far been haulted by Hellkat.

Hellkat is barely able to stand in the center of the ring now, incredibly winded as she steps towards the ropes. Vivian rises to her feet on the outside, holding the barricade and turning towards Hellkat who slides through the ropes and steps onto the apron, sweat and face paint dripping off her chin. Vivian steps towards the steel stairs, leaning against them back first. Hellkat charges across the apron with a great deal of speed and then dives forward into a spear that Vivian steps out of the way of, causing her to crash shoulder first into the steel steps. The stairs break apart as Hellkat drops onto her back, rolling across the mats and grabbing her shoulder. Vivian leans against the barricade this entire time, her body battered and bruised throughout the duration of this back and forth battle. She steps towards Hellkat who is lying out cold across the mats and grabs her by the hair, pulling her to her feet. Vivian has little strength left to drag her towards the ring while Hellkat seems to be absolutely out of it. The challenger rolls Hellkat under the ropes to the inside of the ring, causing her to roll onto her back, looking absolutely out of it now. Vivian pulls herself up onto the apron, grabbing the top rope and looking around at the fans until she springs up onto the top rope and then flips into the air, turning inside out and coming down onto Hellkat with the Draconoclasim. The fans jump out of their seats, responding with a wave of mixed emotions. Hellkat curls into the featle position after being hit with her own move, Vivian pulling her onto her back and hooking her leg.

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The crowd is shocked, all of them jumping up and down as Hellkat gets her shoulder up, getting onto her side with a dazed glint in her eyes. Vivian sits up on the canvas, in disbelief that she was unable to finish her opponent off even with her very own manuever. Vivian stands up slowly, her entire body full of sweat, and moving incredibly slow, she grabs Hellkat by the hair, dragging her to her feet. Hellkat gets onto her knees, appearing to be no more than dead weight as Vivian stands her all the way up, causing her to sway back and forth. Vivian, realizing this may be her last ditch effort, rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and then charging back in as she jumps into the air and wraps her legs around the neck of Hellkat. She drops backwards for a hurricarana, the Whip Lash! Hellkat remains standing though, with Vivian's legs wrapped around her throat and hanging upside down. Hellkat tries to maintain her balance, refusing to be pulled over when the champion suddenly turns her body drastically, allowing Vivian to fall down to the canvas as she steps over her opponent's back. Hellkat quickly pulls Vivian up into the Wrathscorn Ravager. The crowd is stunned, all of them going crazy, thinking that Hellkat was completely out if it, yet she continues to fight. Vivian's face is filled with astonishment, realizing that this is it, that her chance of walking away with the gold is over.

Tim: It's got to be over now ladies and gentlemen! If it isn't, I'll change my name to Jerry Walters, and start being a complete idiot.

Jerry: Like you aren't already.

Vivian's shouts of pain only seem to fuel the carnivirous Hellkat who pulls at Vivian's body even more, blocking out the damage done to her shoulder, yet it seems to be keeping her from fully locking in her trademark submission to it's up-most capacity. The referee inquires as to rather or not Vivian will not submit, yet she refuses, unable to bring herself to the point of submission, even in this dangerous modification of the camel clutch. A fire is rekindled in her eyes, driving her to block out the pain and begin sliding backwards under the legs of Hellkat, who is in complete astonishment. Suddenly Vivian slides all the way through and grabs the legs of Hellkat, tripping her forward onto the canvas and then wrapping them around one another in an Indian death lock. Hellkat shakes her head and tries to reach out for the ropes, knowing what is coming as the crowd goes absolutely bonkers to see Vivian locking in a modification of the STF, bending backwards over the champion and under-hooking both of her arms while keeping the legs in the Indian Death Lock. Hellkat now finds herself the one screaming as flashbulbs ignite throughout the sea of humanity, every fan on it's feet, too crazed to form any other emotion than that of pure excitement.

Jerry: Oh my God!!! Vivian has got a modification of her Ball & Gag locked in on Hellkat, targeting that injured right arm of the women's champion!!!

Tim: Hi, everyone, my name is Jerry Walters, and I get overly enthusastic over reversals, and scream like a complete and utter jackass when I see a finishing move come into fruition.

Hellkat's face is contorted, reflecting the sheer agony in which is being inflicted upon her body, mostly her arm. The fans are still jumping up and down, waiting for the champion to shout the words that the solid Vivian supporters are waiting to hear. Yet they will not slip through the mouth of the sweaty and battered Hellkat, refusing to give into the temptation of pain. Suddenly Vivian rolls over onto her stomach, dragging Hellkat with her and now elevating her up in the air, spread across the challenger's back, still locked in the submission hold. Hellkat finds herself in even greater pain, screaming for mercy which will just not come. The referee looms over them, his eyes racing back and forth between their faces, trying to bait Hellkat to give into the pain, to simply quit before irreversable damage is done. Hellkat still refuses though, shaking her head in defiance and seemingly upsetting Vivian enough to push herself up onto her knees now, keeping the hold applied as they rest in a vertical position this time. Hellkat's screams are even more audible, finding more pressure being applied upon her arms and legs in this position, the ref once again inticing her with the prospect of tapping out. Vivian's face is blood red, this hold taking a great deal out of her, as it does the champion.

Jerry: Will Hellkat submit, will she tap out!?! Vivian has got this hold locked in almost perfectly! We could be seeing a new women's champion be crowned right here, right now!!

Tim: I pitty the person who would have to type this match up for internet results, the usage of exclamation points would be enough to give them carpel tunnel syndrom.

Vivian is really pulling on the arms of Hellkat who can feel the chances of retaining her title slipping away. Without warning though she switches her arms around, and reverses the double chicken-wing on Vivian, interlocking her hands behind the back of her head much like the challenger was just doing. Vivian now begins to scream in pain, finding herself in her own submission hold, Hellkat placing as much pressure on her as she possibly can, hoping that it will be enough to finish her off. Suddenly Vivian reverses the arm locks once again, interlocking her hands behind the back of her head as she pulls back the arms of Hellkat who unleashes a long, drawn out howl of pain. The fans are on their feet, cheering, clapping, and deeply respecting the display in which they are witnessing before Hellkat reverses the arm locks to her advantage yet again. Vivian screams out in pain, trying to pull her arms free, attempting to get out of the hold or perhaps reverse it for a second time when Hellkat releases her arms and reaches back with her hands. She wraps them around the chin of Vivian, pulling it backwards into a reverse chin lock, the indian death lock still tying both of their legs up with their backs pressed to one another in this kneeling position. Vivian begins to flail her arms, screaming in agony as the back of her neck finds it's self the focal point of the ever vigilent women's champion.

Jerry: Ohhh, Hellkat has turned this STF variation completly around on Vivian, she is now targeting the back of the challenger's neck. I know I say this a lot Tim, but this very well could be the conclusion of this contest!

Tim: That makes 4,500,002 times you've said that to be more precious.

Vivian screams out at the top of her lungs until she reaches back with her hands and wraps them around the chin of Hellkat now, pulling her backwards into a reverse chin lock of her very own. Hellkat finds herself the one screaming out this time until she grabs the chin of Vivian and pulls her head back into chin lock once again. This doesn't last long however as Vivian counters into her own reverse chin lock, the referee looking on in a state of sheer amazement. Finally, he is forced to step in.

Referee: Stalemate!

He physically removes their hands from around each other's chins and makes them break their submission holds as both athletes tumble down to the canvas in a state of exhaustion.

Jerry: These two will not give up, this thing could go all night long.

Tim: But that could cut into my private, alone, time. Where I sit in a dark room and cry for 2 hours every night.

The crowd is standing and giving the two a standing ovation as Vivian and Hellkat force themselves upwards, blocking out all the pain and suffering they've endured throughout this contest. Rather it be Hellkat's damaged arm or Vivian's injured neck, neither refuses to let it slow them down or impair their chances of victory. Hellkat finally begins to pull herself up the ropes, sweat and paint pouring from her body while Vivian stands up in the center of the ring, moving a tad bit quicker than the champion, after having held her in the Indian Death Lock for so long. Hellkat turns around to face Vivian who immediately begins to step in. Without warning Hellkat turns her body drastically and buzzsaw kicks Vivian straight to the gut, causing her to bend forward and cradle her ribs, nearly being taken off of her feet. Hellkat now steps in front of her, and slams one foot down on the canvas before swinging around into another buzzsaw kick to the side of Vivian's head. Unfortunately for her, Vivian has ducked under it, causing Hellkat to spin completely around in a circle until she finds herself staring into the face of the challenger who jumps into the air and wraps her legs around the champion's neck. The fans begin to go crazy, realizing they are about to see the Whip Lash when Hellkat buries her hands to the back of Vivian's posterior and pushes her up and over her head. Vivian lands on her feet behind the back of Hellkat who spins around and places her in a half nelson. Hellkat quickly lifts her into the air, the Darkest Hour, is reversed as Vivian reaches back with her legs and wraps them around Hellkat's waist, rolling her forward into a pinning predicament.

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Hellkat kicks out with a mere fraction of a second to spare, causing the fans to unleash an exasperated sigh, rather it be of relief or despair. Vivian drops onto her hands and knees, looking as if someone poured a bucket of water on her head, as well as appearing to be at a loss for what to do next, having thrown everything possible at the women's champion who is already beginning to rise to her feet.

Jerry: Dear God, what a series of events just now. First it looked like Vivian was going to hit the Whip Lash, then it appeared that Hellkat was going to deliver the Darkest Hour, yet they were both reversed, and it now appears that we're back at stage one.

Tim: Somebody get me a pillow, it looks like I'm going to be here all night long.

Vivian and Hellkat both rise to their feet sluggishly. The challenger steps towards Hellkat and slugs her across the face, nearly falling over in the process and backing Hellkat into one of the turnbuckles, appearing to be the only thing that keeps her standing. Vivian grabs her by the wrist and whips her across the ring towards the opposite turnbuckle, yet not mustering up the strength to throw her with enough speed. Vivian charges in after her when Hellkat reaches out and buries her hands against the top turnbuckle pad, pushing her legs up into the air as Vivian steps under her. The challenger turns her entire body though, staring away from the turnbuckle as Hellkat's legs fall onto her shoulders, before she reaches up and wraps her arms around them, pulling her down to the canvas with a near Alabama Slam type spinebuster. Hellkat hits the canvas hard as Vivian reaches down and grabs her by the legs, lifting them up and trying to tie them around one another in order to set up for the Ball & Gag. The champion has other plans however, burying her feet to the gut of Vivian and then shoving her backwards into the turnbuckle. Vivian slams into it with a good deal of velocity and now stumbles forward into Hellkat who reaches up and drags her down to the canvas with a small package.

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Vivian rolls out of the move onto her knees and grabs the legs of Hellkat, locking them around one another and then applying the modified Ball & Gag once again, grabbing the arms of her opponent and hooking them both, targeting the damaged arm once again. This time placing her stomach and chest across the back of Hellkat, hoping it will give her more leverage.

Jerry: Vivian's got that modification of the Ball & Gag locked in again! It's over, dear God is it ever over!!

Tim: Hellkat can fight it, she can get through this damn submission hold. I know it, I know it for a fact!

Hellkat's face is contorted with pain and anguish, her arm being absolutely destroyed in this hold as she stares at the ropes, glaring at them, realizing that they offer her only form of salvation. She begins to pull her arms free, knowing that it all comes down to this when Vivian breaks the Indian Death Lock and then bridges up and over the back of Hellkat, placing both of her feet on the canvas while continuing to hold the arms of the women's champion in the double chicken-wing.

Tim: The Cattle Mutilation! How the hell did she pull out this manuever!?!

Jerry: This is absolutely insane, it gives Vivian even better leverage on the arms of Hellkat, and I dare say that this move is pretty much inescapable.

Hellkat screams out at the top of her lungs, her arm being badly damaged in this submission hold, having it almost being tore from it's socket. Through all of this trauma, through all of this ungodly agony, she continues to survive though, refusing to tap out, or say the those two magic little words that Vivian is craving to hear. Hellkat's struggle is short lived however, as the pain causes her to slip into the realm of unconsciousness. Her head drops down onto the canvas across the side of her face as the referee bends over her, reaching down and grabbing her hand, lifting it into the air and then allowing it to drop while Vivian keeps her in the double chicken-wing. Her arm drops as far as it can in this position until the ref lifts it again and allow it to fall.

Jerry: This is it ladies and gentlemen, if Hellkat cannot wake up here, then this match is finished.

Tim: Oh come on, this match has had like twenty false finishes.

The referee grabs her wrist for the last time, lifting it only slightly into the air, Vivian refusing to give her very much leeway. It finally drops for the third and final time, as the referee turns and motions for the bell. A wave of cheers descends upon the ring, while many others stand in disappointment that Hellkat did not claim victory this evening.

Jerry: Vivian has done it, she is the new ULW Women's champion.

Tim: Who would have ever thought this was possible in a million years.

Jerry: What? She had a 50/50 chance at victory.

Tim: I know, I just couldn't come up with something whitty and comical to say.

Vivian rises to her knees with pride in her eyes, receiving the glory of all those around her, as the referee bestows the Women's champion upon her. Hellkat has finally regained her senses, pushing herself up onto her elbows and looking around the arena in a state of disillusion, and dread. Vivian rises to her feet, physically exhausted as she raises the Women's title high into the air above her head, flashbulbs emanating from the stands as everyone wishes to capture this proud moment in her life.

Jerry: Well, we have a new Women's champion, is that a sign of things to come later tonight?

Tim: If your referring to the World title match then yes, Johnny Kingdom has this thing in the bag.

Vivian continues to march around the ring, stepping up onto one of the turnbuckles and lifting the Women's title above her head as the fans cheer even louder.

Jerry: Maybe this will finally break Vivian out of the depression of losing AWOL.

Hellkat rolls out of the ring, holding her arm and shaking her head as she begins to march up the ramp. Backstage (The scene opens backstage in the decorated office of Jason Seagreen, the door opens and Jason walks in looking pretty pissed off. He walks to his desk pouring himself a glass of whiskey before looking around to see his office has been totalled.) Jason: What…The…Hell? (Everything he decorated and all the pictures and everything have been left on the floor smashed up and destroyed and no matter where you walk you are treading on something! Suddenly he turns to the box of goods that has all the promotional gear inside it, but its gone, the fans are cheering loudly at this as Seagreen stares on in disbelief! Where the hell did his promotional gifts go??? He then looks to the floor to see a T-Shirt promotion a pack of Condoms…Whoever stole it didn’t take everything…But whoever did would pay!!) Also Backstage (The scene opens in the back again and Vivian is seen looking tired as she holds the Women’s title over her shoulder, she looks around her dressing room for a second before pulling the title in front of her and smiling at it, as she does a knock at the door comes and Vivian turns to see Raines with two Champagne glasses and a Bottle of expensive bubbly, she smiles and enters.) Rebecca: I thought we could have a drink to celebrate!?! Vivian: Oh wow, yeah, that sounds great! (Vivian suddenly grunts in pain grabbing the back of her neck before forcing a smile as Rebecca pours a glass of Champagne for both of them, she takes it from her and the two touch glasses before taking a sip.) Rebecca: You looked good out there tonight… Vivian: I…I worked hard Rebecca: You know what I mean…You wrestled well, but you looked good… (Vivian just stares at the ground and ten back at Rebecca nervously, she looks at the ground once more but as she looks up Rebecca leans in kissing Vivian on the lips and gently the two break away neither forcing themselves off the other. Suddenly as they do standing in the doorway Angela of the Flock stands grinning widely, Vivian notices her presence and turns to face her defensively.) Angela: Oh…I’m sorry, I am not…Interrupting…Anything am I? Vivian: What do you want? Angela: I just wanted to come by and congratulate you on a good match, the gold looks good on you…However, I don’t think you need my congratulations do you? You seem to have all the support you need. (Vivian just stares at Raines who is focused on Angela directly, her gaze not changing as Angela just walks right up to Vivian there faces hardly a few inches from each other.) Angela: Make a note Champ…I am not here to mess around, The Flock is not here to mess around and as good as that belt looks on you right now, it looks better on me…But all in due time right? Raines: You’re new, what right do you have at the title, why don’t you get the hell out? Angela: Ha! Yes, of course I am sure you have a very…Interesting…Night ahead of you right? Rebecca, I might be new, but I can kick your ass and at FUF next week…Ill prove why Vivian should be watching out for me when I beat YOU…One….Two…Three! (Angela just smiles before walking backwards out of the locker room and back into the lobby before laughing out loud and heading away as Vivian just puts her head down, somewhat embarrassed, she just sits down and looks at Rebecca who looks on confused.) Vivian: Just leave Rebecca…I need some time to myself. Rebecca: But- Vivian: LEAVE! (Rebecca just nods and places her glass down before walking out of the locker room closing the door behind her as Vivian rests her hand back on her neck and stares into space before gazing down at her lap where the Women’s title comfortably sits across her legs.) Back In the Arena Jerry Walters: In one night the Flock are managing to cause more and more disruptions back there, it’s unbelievable how much there doing! Angela has even made an indirect future challenge to Women’s champion damn it! Tim May: That’s a sign of a great team though Jerry, I mean already Lethal Weapon has been announced to unfit to wrestle next week because of them, Shannon Skanes was made to look like an arse, Vivian know has to worry about Angela and Chris Kain tasted the bitter sweet taste of Gerard Angelo! I mean how great a night has this been for them! Jerry Walters: No doubt, it has been a good night for them, but my question now is, what will the backlash of this night bring for Flock on FUF? We all know how the ULW is known for it’s revenge and vengeance, no bad deed goes unpunished…But can anyone match there strength in numbers? Tim May: In numbers? They’re strong anyway Jerry! FUF Xtreme Title Chris Cortez Vs Young Chris

Jerry: Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for one of our many title matches tonight, a battle for the Xtreme championship. A match that started over a lot of controversy but now has become personal.

Tim: Everything on the card is

Young Gunnaz appears on the titontron, the words highlighted in green as Young Chris marches through the curtains, looking ever confidant, yet diluted by his own rage. Having endured not to pleasant of a build up to this event. He marches to the ring methodically none theless, stopping about half way down and making a back handing motion to an overzealous fan in the front row, causing him to jump back, yet continue shouting at him. Young Chris puts on a grin and continues onward before reaching the ring and rolling in under the ropes, rising to his feet and stepping towards one of the turnbuckles, stepping up onto it and extending his arms out to his sides. The fans boo as a result.

Tim: Well tonight Young Chris is finally going to prove that he is indeed the Xtreme champion. That there should have never been any controversy over the title in the first place. He won the freaking match and everyone knows it.

Jerry: Come on Tim, Cortez won that battle fair and square.

Tim: Invest in some glasses Jerry. Apparently you really need them.

'A man on a mission ... running an' grind
Y'all know who the best is ... One Of A Kind'

Is spoken over the loudspeakers in acapella form before a beat kicks in and Profilik - One Of A Kind gets the crowd watching the entrance in anticipation.

As the first verse kicks in, yellow fog pours out from the entrance sides and as it blows away from its cluster, Cortez is revealed, standing confidently with his arms crossed, staring straight down to the ring.

Jerry: And here comes the fan's hero, the guy many are saying should be the Xtreme champion right now, including myself, Chris Cortez.

Tim: He has no claim whatsoever to the title gold, Young Chris was the winner plain and simple. Besides Cortez, is well, Cortez, that should be an insult enough.

Cortez continues to march down the ramp, looking ever confident while staring around at the fans with a huge grin on his face, all of them showing him support. Suddenly Young Chris charges up the ramp with a trash can in hand, ready to blast his opponent and get the advantage. He swings it at the head of Cortez who ducks forward, getting out of the way and stepping around behind the back of Young Chris. He turns to face him with Chris holding the trash can above his head until he walks into a right hand from Cortez, followed by another blow and then a second shot. The blows back him up the ramp slowly, causing him to stagger towards the backstage area. He drops the trash can to the ramp as the blows continue to be launched into his jaw, finally knocking him through the curtains into the backstage corridors. Cortez follows him through the curtains, the fighting continuing. The crowd unleashes a boo as they see the action spill from the ringside area into the backstage area.

Jerry: Well, this fight just went straight to the back ladies and gentlemen.

Tim: Good, I guess our services are no longer required then, so we can go backstage and get a bite to eat.

Jerry: The match is still going on in the back Tim.

Tim: Damn, I'm starving, it's times like these I thank God that we have the new Pizza Magic machine, brought to you by.....

Jerry: Tim, how many times do I have to beg you, please stop giving into this crappy product placement sham.

Tim: Sorry, can't hear you, eating pizza.

A camera switches to the backstage area where the violence only continues to escalate. Chris Cortez has now been struck in the ribs with a broom stick at the hands of Young Chris, both men standing in the middle of huge stacks of crates as well as steel bars piled together against the walls. Cortez holds his gut before Young Chris lifts the broom stick into the air and shatters it over his back, causing him to nearly fall over as he stumbles forward. Young Chris quickly grabs him by the back of the head, and drags him towards a plain white wall, throwing him face first into it. The plaster cracks around the head of Cortez who now stumbles backwards grabbing his forehead in pain. A condiments table is positioned just a few feet away from them, completely covered by a number of food related items. Standing there is none other than Silencer drinking a glass of coffee, with Bob standing at his side reading a Curious George book. Cortez continues to hold his forehead as Young Chris grabs him by the back of the head and pulls it back before slamming him face first into the condiments table, knocking objects off and onto the ground. Young Chris drags Cortez down face first into the table once again, smacking him off hard and in turn causing him to nearly collapse onto the hard concrete floor. Cortez turns away from Young Chris, beginning to make his way towards Silencer and Bob, who is still deeply engrossed in his book. Young Chris suddenly grabs it out of his hands and smacks Cortez over the back of his head with it. He is nearly knocked over once again yet stumbles into a grouping of pipes, bashing into them and causing a number of them to spill onto the ground. Bob turns around to look at Silencer in anger over having had his book taken from him and utilized as a weapon. Young Chris doesn't seem to care or notice until Silencer throws down his coffee cup and steps towards him. He immediately bashes Young Chris over the back of the head, knocking him to the ground, upon his hands and knees as Bob moves in as well. Cortez leans against a wall, his forehead seemingly causing him pain. Young Chris sits up and leans backwards against a wall, holding the back of his head as Bob turns around and sticks out his rather ample sized cheeks. The eyes of Young Chris grow wide with fright as Bob backs his rear end straight into his face. Immediately Young Chris' arms and legs begin to flail wildly, overcome with the stench and disgust of having his facial features trapped between the ever widening cheeks of Bob's posterior.

Tim: Oh dear God no! Bob is giving Young Chris a stink face. How dare he get off on sticking people's faces in his ass, their are fettish clubs for that type of thing, I should know, because I'm not just the president, but I'm also a member.

Jerry: Bob is giving us all a demonstration of what is to come later tonight.

Bob finally retracts his rear end from the face of Young Bob, who is gasping for air and coughing in pure disgust, looking as if he is about to hurle all over the place. His face has become a shade of green yet he is given no time to recover, Cortez moving in swiftly and throwing a right hand into the side of his face. He grabs a still sickened Young Chris around the neck and pulls him to his feet, dragging him further down the hallway, towards a large glass window leading into a room where several gentlemen are seated behind a table, writing extensivly. Cortez now charges him at it with a full head of steam, Young Chris not even paying attention after his horrid ordeal with the posterior of Bob. At the last possible second however, Young Chris steps around in front of Cortez and hip tosses him through the glass window, shattering it into pieces which fly in all different directions. Cortez bounces off the wooden table and then spills onto his side upon the hard concrete floor. It too crashes over onto it's side as the men move out of the way, all of them wearing terrified expressions on their faces as glass flies in all different directions around them. Cortez lies amongst a large accumulation of glass, the fans cheering their heads off in shock after what they just witnessed. Young Chris drops to his knees, leaning side ways against a wall, spitting up a bit before he rises to his feet and slides through the window frame, moving towards Cortez who isn't moving amongst the broken pieces of glass. He begins to step towards him when one of the workers moves into his path, begging him to let Cortez get medical help, only for him to be brushed aside into a wall.

Tim: Stupid stagehands, don't they know that all they're good for is being beat up and humiliated by our superstars?

Jerry: So they have something in common with you then?

Young Chris slugs another stagehand across the chin, knocking him down to the ground after he tried to block his path, until he finally reaches Cortez. He pushes himself up onto his elbows and knees, blood drizzling down his back when Young Chris grabs him around the chin and pulls him to his feet. He buries his shoulder to the gut of Cortez and shoves him backwards into one of the many plain white walls. Cortez slams hard into it, cracking the wall a bit and causing Chris to unleash a roar of pain that further drives Young Chris' thirst for destruction. He places both hands on the back of Cortez's head and charges him towards the busted window, throwing him through to the other side, causing him to crash back first across the hard concrete. Cortez rolls onto his side, wearing an expression of utter dismay across his face as Young Chris descends upon him, hooking his leg. The mortified referee drops to the ground and smacks the concrete.

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Cortez gets his shoulder off of the ground, infuriating Young Chris. He stands up and extends his leg outward, dropping it across the throat of Cortez and then rising back to his feet. His eyes switch to the condiments table they were just at, where a freshly brewed pot of coffee is steaming. Young Chris moves towards it while Cortez pushes himself up onto his fist and knees, looking to be nearly completely out of it after the damage caused by going through the window. Young Chris grabs the pot of coffee and now moves towards Cortez quickly. Cortez suddenly stands up and jumps into the air, dropkicking the pot of coffee right back into the face of Young Chris, knocking him off of his feet and down to the ground, glass bits and boiling fluid connecting with his forehead and cheeks. He immediately drops down to the ground, placing his hands over his face as steam rises from it, rolling back and forth on the ground shouting as his flesh is burned. Cortez stands up, blood flowing down his spine before he reaches down and grabs the legs of Young Chris, lifting them up and placing them under his armpits. Young Chris is still rubbing his overly tramautized face when Cortez drops back, catapulting him into the air and head first into the wall. He smacks into it hard, the impact quite tremendous. He stumbles backwards with a dazed expression on his now, slightly, cut open face as Cortez grabs him by the back of the pants and rolls him in reverse into a school boy pin.

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Young Chris kicks out, dropping onto his stomach. Cortez stands up still dazed after the impact with the wall before he reaches down and grabs the back of Young Chris' head, dragging him to his feet, and then pulling him further down the hallway, past the broken window as they fastly approach an area with blue doors lining the sides. Cortez pulls Young Chris' head back and slams him face first into one of the doors. He smacks off hard and stumbles backwards a bit, shaking his head in a disorientated fashion until Cortez grabs him by the wrist and whips him with all of his strength into the doorway. The force of the collision knocks the door off of it's hinges and causes him to spill through into the room, collapsing on top of it before he rolls over onto his back upon a red carpeted floor. Cortez steps inside, revealing that they are indeed located in Jason Seagreen's office, the crowd begins to cheer at the sight of both men entering this area. Cortez stops and takes a step back, grabbing his chest as he spots a large portrait of Seagreen hanging over his fine mahogany desk, a tad bit disturbed by the image encased in glass.

Tim: Wait a minute, they're in Seagreen's office! Find Jerry's contract and bring it to me.

Jerry: You know they can't hear you right?

Tim: Oh. Find Jerry's contract and bring it to me!!!! There, maybe they heard me now.

Young Chris stands up, holding his forehead which still has a bit of steam rising from it after the collision with the steaming coffee pot. Cortez grabs Young Chris by the back of the head, dragging him to his feet and then pulling him towards the desk. He drags his head backwards and slams him face first against it, the collision nearly taking him down to the ground until he is slammed for a second time against the hard wood. Young Chris stands all the way up and stumbles backwards, a dazed glare clouding his face as Cortez kicks him to the gut and grabs him by the back of the head and pants, charging him at one of the several steel filing cabinets and throwing him face first into it. The collision is unbelievable, knocking both Chris and the cabinet over onto the ground, files spilling out all over the ground, spreading across the carpets. A large dent is left in the cabinet where the head of Young Chris connected with it, Cortez's opponent leaning backwards against the white wall with a bit of blood careening down his nose and mouth. Cortez steps in and begins to slug Young Chris across the face repeatedly, trying to open him up even further, as a puddle of blood forms beneath his fist. He now turns towards a picture of Tedd Copel mounted on the wall and pulls it off as Young Chris begins to stand up, looking battered and dazed. Cortez pulls the picture back and shatters it over the head of Young Chris, the frame busting into a thousand pieces and the autographed picture tearing to shreds as a result. Young Chris stands there for a moment or two, wobbiling back and forth until he finally collapses backwards onto the carpeted floor, Cortez following him down and going for a pin.

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Young Chris gets his shoulder off of the ground, turning onto his side and bleeding perfusely from the face. Cortez in protest hooks his leg once again.

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Young Chris kicks out for a second time, refusing to be bested as the crowd unleashes a scornful reaction. Cortez rises to his feet, appearing winded and in a lot of pain as he grabs Young Chris around the back of the head and drags him to his feet, pulling him towards Seagreen's desk. Young Chris suddenly back elbows Cortez to the gut, causing him to break his grasp on the co-holder of the Xtreme title and bend forward. Young Chris suddenly swings around with his foot, slapping it across the side of Cortez's face, and causing him to back up towards the table grabbing his chin. The sound of the blow causes the crowd to unleash a whoo on the inside of the arena, which leaves Cortez with a dazed auroa about him. Cortez backs into the desk as Young Chris steps to the center of the office and then charges in, as Cortez catches him with what appears to be a tilt a whirl only for Young Chris to wrap his legs around his neck, going for a flying leg scissors. Cortez suddenly turns though and slams Young Chris down face first onto the desk, causing quite an impact. Young Chris bounces off and lands on his feet, stumbling backwards and holding his forehead as Cortez takes a few steps in reverse, attempting to catch his breath. Young Chris turns around to face him slowly, still rubbing his forehead when Cortez rushes in and jumps into the air, wrapping his legs around his neck. Young Chris somehow turns around though and powerbombs him onto the mahogany desk. Half of it busts through with Cortez crashing onto the ground, with wood chips lying spread across his body and the carpet.

Tim: Wow! What a gigantic powerbomb by Young Chris!

Jerry: It was done with enough force to crush that rather expensive desk.

Young Chris stumbles around a bit as a door to the side of the desk opens inside of the office, Jason Seagreen stepping out of the bathroom with his pants hanging from around his knees with a magazine in his hand. A thing of heart decorated underwear conceal his lower extremities while a shocked expression resides across his face, observing the destruction of his office. Young Chris avoids him as he drops down to the ground and hooks the leg of the unconscious Cortez.

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Jason steps towards the referee and grabs him by the shoulder, pulling him to his feet in anger as he yanks his pants up around his waist.

Seagreen: I asked you guys a question!! What the hell do you guys thank your doing in my office, who the hell destroyed this place!?! I want answers!

Young Chris continues to hook the leg of Cortez, knowing that he has the victory before he sits up and sees this. The referee keeps trying to drop down to the ground and make the count yet Seagreen maintains a grasp on his zeebra striped shirt, red in the face over the state of his destroyed office. Young Chris stands up and moves towards Seagreen, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket with both hands, getting directly in his face in complete and utter anger.

Young Chris: I'm wrestling a damn match here man! Let the referee make his count!!

Jason puts his hands up in defense, backing up as Young Chris releases him and turns towards Cortez who has risen onto his hands and knees. Somehow he is willing himself upwards as Young Chris shakes his head in anger that he didn't stay down. He grabs him around the chin and pulls Cortez to his feet before burying his shoulder to his gut and giving him a northern lights suplex over onto the carpet. The referee drops down and makes the count.

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Cortez gets his shoulder up at the last second. Young Chris rises to his knees, glaring in the direction of Seagreen yet not diverting his attention from Cortez for too long. He grabs him around the neck and drags him to his feet, placing him in a front facelock and now dragging him towards the corridor, Jason clearing out of the way as he examines his office in despair. Young Chris' blood still flows down his forehead as he drags Cortez into the hallway and now pulls him towards a set of double doors at the end of it. The word "Exit" shinning just above it. Cortez is completely out of it as Young Chris throws him into the double doors, causing them to crash open as he spills into an area behind the arena, the production truck set up here. A table is also located next to the truck with a number of electrical items set up on top of it. The air from Young Chris' mouth becomes visible in the cold frigid air as he swarms upon Cortez, grabbing him by the back of the head and dragging the young man to his feet, appearing to be no more than dead weight as he is dragged towards the production truck. Young Chris grabs him by the wrist now and whips him into the truck with all of his strength, causing him to turn and slam back first into it with a great deal of velocity. Cortez's entire body cringes as he stumbles forward, the impact with the truck being absolutely vicious. Young Chris gives him no time to rest though, charging in with a great deal of speed when Cortez bends forward and places his hands to the inside of his opponent's legs, lifting him up and throwing him over his head. Young Chris slams into the production truck now and bounces off, spilling onto the ground as a noticable dent is left in the side of the large vehicle.

Jerry: I never thought I'd see the day when the production was used as a weapon.

Tim: I never thought I'd see the day when you'd say something that didn't involve a near fall or finishing move, screaming of course while using biblical references

The door to the production truck opens, as an individual wearing glasses sticks his head out, watching on in shock as he begins to speak into his head set. Chris Cortez stumbles towards him, his back absolutely killing him, covered in shards of glass and broken chips of wood as he moves towards the doorway to the production truck. He makes his way up several steps and then shoves the gentlemen who was peering out, back inside before grabbing ahold of the doorway. Young Chris slowly pushes himself upwards, dabbing his forehead after the heinous collision with the production truck. He turns around to face the doorway when Cortez swings it in his direction, the bottom half smacking into the face of Young Chris and knocking him down to the concrete ground. He places his hands over his forehead, rolling across the ground and shouting out in pain. Cortez moves back down the small thing of metal steps, reaching down and grabbing Young Chris by the hair, dragging him to his feet and then pulling him towards the opening to the production truck. Screams emanate from within as Cortez pulls Young Chris into the truck, surrounded by electronic equipment, all of the stuff that keeps the show running fluidly with no technical mishaps. A collection of monitors are placed across the front of truck with consoles at both men's sides. Individuals wearing headsets and matching PPV shirts clear out of the way in fear over what might possibly happen to them as a result of trying to get in their way. Cortez scoops Young Chris into the air now and slams him down on top of one of the consoles, the technicians watching on and pleading for him not to do it. Sparks shoot from the console in all different directions as the screen suddenly becomes fuzzy and now transitions into black and white.

Jerry: This isn't good, somebody get those guys out of the production truck, they're ruining our signal. We're in black and white for crying out loud.

Tim: So, if they knock us off the air, I can pretty much say or do whatever I want and nobody would know about it, right?

Jerry: Correct.

Tim: Then if you'll excuse me, I have to go get my paddle and find a midgit.

Sparks continue to shoot from the damaged console as those in the production truck stand back with their hands cupped over their mouths. Young Chris rolls off of the console and spills onto the ground, his back burnt somewhat and obviously badly damaged after the impact with the equipment. Young Chris is dragged to his feet at the hands of Cortez who throws a right hand into his forehead, followed by another shot until he is grabbed by the back of the head and pulled towards the doorway. He is now pushed into a roll down the steel steps and onto the ground. He gets onto his elbows and knees on the concrete, trying to push himself upwards after the damage done to his body throughout this Xtreme title match. Cortez moves towards him, wasting no time as Young Chris suddenly shoots his arm upwards into his testicles, causing him to unleash a howel of pain and bend forward, gripping his privates in pain. Young Chris now stands up and places him in a front facelock before giving him a DDT onto the hard concrete. The blow seemingly knocks Cortez completely out of it as he rolls onto his back, holding his head. Chris rises to his feet slowly, his face bleeding heavily and his body seething in agony, yet he works his way to his feet, planting them upon the concrete beneath him. He quickly realizes that this is his opportunity, dropping down on top of Cortez and hooking his leg for the pin, the referee dropping to the cold hard concrete to make the count.

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Tim: How did Chris Cortez just kick out? He was DDTed onto freaking concrete, that should have caused massive brain damage, oh wait, I forgot I was talking about Cortez, in order for damage to occur, you'd have to have a brain in the first place.

Jerry: (sarcastically) Hahahahahahaha, that was so funny Tim, where do you get these one liners, from Dr. Seuss books?

Tim: I'm not going to dignify that with a response.

Young Chris is furious before his eyes divert towards the top of the production truck, a grin growing across his face, realizing that it would be the perfect way to put the final nail in Cortez's coffin. He rises to his feet and begins to approach it, a small ladder positioned to the side of the door, offering him his only way to the top of the production truck. Rung by rung he begins to climb it, scaling towards his ultimate destination while Cortez refuses to stay down, pushing himself upwards onto his fist and knees. His forehead is now busted open as well as he gets onto his feet and then nearly tumbles down to the concrete, yet he is able to maintain his erect positioning. He turns towards Young Chris who has stopped at the top of the ladder, leaning against the side of the top of the production truck and taking a breather. Cortez begins to scale the ladder, blood dribbling from his face and spilling onto his chest as Young Chris rolls onto the top of the production truck, slowly getting to his feet and nearly falling over. He is so disoreintated that he doesn't even see Cortez following him up, reaching the top of the ladder. He steps up on top of the production truck and moves towards Young Chris who moves in and launches a right hand into his face, followed by another right that nearly knocks him off to the ground below. Young Chris swings his arm around when Cortez ducks under the shot and places his shoulder to his spine, lifting the co-holder of the Xtreme title into the air and then spinning around as he connects with a back drop suplex onto the top of the truck. The impact is absolutely devestating, metal connecting with the spinal column of Chris who sits up, cringing in pain. Cortez crawls on top of him, the r eferee having just climbed up the truck onto the top.

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Young Chris gets his shoulder off of the top of the truck, shocking Cortez who rises onto his posterior with his hands placed in front of his shocked and bloodied face, deeply disturbed by what just transpired. He almost refuses to believe that that pin wasn't enough to defeat his game opponent, rising to his feet and nearly falling over before he grabs Young Chris around the back of the head and begins to pull him to his feet. He drags him to his feet and then buries his shoulder into the spine of Young Chris, lifting him into the air. Young Chris floats over however, landing on his feet behind the back of Cortez who spins around and suddenly finds himself in position for a diamond cutter. Cortez pushes him off and causes Young Chris to swing around in a full circle and now face him. Cortez steps in and goes for a clothesline that Young Chris ducks under, getting behind his back. Cortez turns to face him when Young Chris jumps into the air and grabs him around the face, then drags Cortez down to the canvas face first with the diamond cutter. A dent is left in the top of the truck, after the heinous impact.

Jerry: This fight has gone everywhere and now they're actually battling it out on top of the production truck. Where will they go next?

Tim: Disney World!

Cortez rolls onto his back after the diamond cutter as Young Chris rises onto his fist and drags himself on top of his opponent, hooking his leg and hoping it will finally be enough to make him the undisputed Xtreme champion.

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Jerry: Oh no, don't do it Cortez, think about it man, this will haunt you for the rest of your life!

Tim: Yeah, knowing that you shouldn't be the Xtreme champion in the first place.

Cortez prepares to hit the powerbomb when Young Chris suddenly stands up, backdropping him only for Cortez to keep his arms wrapped around his opponent's waist. The fans respond with shere amazement as Young Chris and Cortez flip over and come with into the piledriver position into the table. It shatters into pieces around the head of Young Chris after the counter by Cortez into the flip over piledriver off the top of the production truck.

Jerry: Oh my God!!!! Did you just see that!?!

Tim: Young Chris has got to be dead! That was the craziest thing I've ever witnessed!

Cortez and Young Chris lie amongst the broken shards of the table. Young Chris is spread across his stomach, completely motionless after the unbelievable move that has the fans on their feet shouting holy shit at the top of their lungs, as loud as they possibly can. Cortez barely has any strength but rolls over onto Young Chris, pushing the now completely blooed opponent onto his back and then hooking his leg. The ref drops down and makes the count.

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The fans response is even wilder as Cortez rolls onto his back, completely motionless after hitting the incredibly disturbing manuever. The referee grabs his wrist in shere amazement, holding it in the air while placing the Xtreme title belt on top of him, the fans still cheering their heads off.

Tim: This is an absolute abomination, Cortez doesn't deserve the belt! Young Chris won the match originally two weeks ago!

Jerry: Like it or not Chris Cortez is the new Xtreme Heavyweight champion.

Cortez and Young Chris are both knocked unconscious with the belt tightly gripped in Cortez's arm, the only reflex he still has available. Backstage

The scene switches to Johnny Kingdom wrapping up his hands with black tape and biting off the end of it. He seems to be preparing for what should be the most insane, destructive and disturbing match possibly of his career. He is preparing himself mentally as well when a figure enters the scene from the right, none other than, Jason Seagreen. The FUF GM straightens his tie and jacket, while holding something in the palm of his hand.

Seagreen: Johnny, good old buddy old pal. I just want to wish you luck out there tonight in the glass chamber match.

Kingdom smirks, seemingly not thinking much of the match at all.

Seagreen: I also wanted to tell you that your match may be missing something, a little Christmas cheer if you will. Which is why, I think it would be smart if you'd wear something for me.

Johnny sighs as Seagreen removes a shirt from an inside pocket in his jacket. Opening it up and revealing a large advertisement for Latex Condoms. Kingdom's eyebrow rises as a result.

Kingdom: You've got to be kidding me.

Seagreen doesn't appear pleased that he refuses to wear the shirt.

Seagreen: Come on, please Kingdom, I have to keep up my product marketing tonight. Just wear the shirt.

Kingdom: Jason, shut up, I'm not wearing the shirt all right, jeez.

Jason becomes a tad annoyed as he lowers the article of clothing.

Seagreen: All right fine, even though my office was destroyed tonight, and you owe it to me to make me feel better, I'll let it slide, on one condition. I kind of have a fan waiting in the hallway, a very special fan that's with the make a dream come true foundation, and well, his one wish was to meet you.

Kingdom begins to shake his head in disgust.

Kingdom: I'm not going to meet with any fan, especially if they're head isn't all there.

Seagreen: I'm sorry Johnny but I'm going to have to put my foot down on this one. Your going to meet this retard and I like it!

Johnny takes a deep breath.

Johnny: All right, fine, send the little fruitcake in.

Seagreen smirks before turning around to the door, opening it and whispering to somebody. A figure now enters, a grown man, in a pear of puffy shorts and a black t-shirt on, the words, "Johnny Kingdom's #1 Fan" written across the front of it and a Xavier mask over his head. He hops up and down clapping his hands together and laughing histerically beneath his mask.

Fan: Xavier! It's Xavier!! Oh my God!!!! Yeaaahhhhh!!! I'm your biggest fan!

He speaks in a somewhat slurred voice and points to his shirt as Kingdom rolls his eyes, trying to remain calm.

Kingdom: Yeah, yeah, yeah, listen pal, I'm busy right now so maybe we can talk later.

He finally turns around and actually looks in the direction of the gentlemen, his face feeling with skeptisim.

Johnny: How old are you?

The young man seemingly becomes confused, lifting his fingers into the air and beginning to count on them.

Kingdom: Nevermind, sorry I asked. So, what condition do you suffer from?

The gentlemen begins to scratch his head.

Fan: I don't know, I think they said I forget things to easily, and that I....I....I....what was I talking about?

Johnny gives him a long hard stare and then begins to shake his head as if astonished by his eneptitude. The fan looks down at his feet which are covered by Oscar the Grouch slippers before he looks up at Kingdom and begins to jump for joy.

Fan: It's Xavier, it's Xavier.....I can't believe it. Yeah!!!! I'm your biggest fan Xavier!

He motions towards his shirt as Kingdom takes a deep breath and begins to shake his head.

Johnny: I know, we've already established this.

The young man charges forward, wrapping his arms around the neck of Johnny and jumping up and down for joy.

Fan: Wow, me and Xavier are going to be best friends! Yeah!!!

Kingdom pushes his arms away forcefully, looking furious. The youngster steps back, trying to stick his thumb into his mouth yet unable to get it past the mask, still overly estatic.

Kingdom: Don't touch me, don't you ever put your grubby little hands on me all right! And besides my name isn't Xavier, it's Johnny Kingdom, say it with me, Johnny Kingdom. Jeez, are you Chris Cortez or something?

The mentally challenged fan only chuckles as Kingdom gives Seagreen an angry glare. A lull passes between them before Kingdom begins to smell the air, becoming disgusted.

Kingdom: What the hell is that stench?

The fan lowers his head as if ashamed.

Fan: I now remember what other problem I have.

He begins to wave his hand behind his posterior as Kingdom grabs his mouth, looking ready to hurl. He turns and pushes the fan out of the way as he leaves his dressing room, and his perplexed supporter Back In the Arena Billy Mayne: Did you see that? HA! Our new GM is already in my good books, he just tried to give Kingdom a T-shirt promoting Condoms and has now lumbered him with a damn Retard for his match tonight! Dan Douglas: I do admit, that is quite amusing! Billy Mayne: Quite!?! The Unofficial FUF World Champion and there number one contender is going to be accompanied to the ring by a creepy Nut! Dan Douglas: About the boy, can you not be so offensive, I mean it wasn’t his fault he is challenged I agree, but he does not need a man with mental problems like you Billy rubbing it in! Annihilation World Championship Orlando Cruze Vs Desolation The arena lights flicker as Rock Superstar plays over the pa system, the calm intro accompanied by smoke filling the arena entrance. Lasers fire out from behind the curtain and Orlando walks onto the top of the ramp. He looks one way then the other sneering at the crowd before walking down the ramp and sliding under the ropes. He stands dead centre of the ring with his arms aloft as lasers from above spell his name on the canvas. Billy Mayne “See, with a little help from Edward Hayden, Orlando Cruze has made himself a star!” Dan Douglas “Edward Hayden has turned him into a sellout!” Billy Mayne “Shut up! You just don’t like Edward Hayden” Dan Douglas “No kidding… do you think?” The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones "Paint it Black" echo softly throughout the arena. Desolation walks out onto the entry ramp, stopping he raises one fist into the air before walking to the ring. Sliding in under the ropes, Orlando doesn’t take his eyes from him. Desolation walks straight up to Orlando, shoving him back. Orlando shoves back. Desolation pushes Orlando a second time, this time sending him into the ropes Dan Douglas “This one is getting off to a rocky start!” Billy Mayne “Did you expect them to shake hands in the middle of the ring?” Dan Douglas “Shut up!” Orlando uses his momentum to come back off the ropes, wrapping his arms around Desolations head and pulling him down to the mat with a neck-breaker! Both men quickly getting to their feet, Desolation manages to pull Orlando over with an arm drag, Orlando stands only to be tossed again with a second quick Arm drag. Orlando pops up again, faster than before and kicks Desolation right in the crotch! Desolation falls to the mat as the Ref holds back Orlando, who smiles and backs away holding his hands up in his defense. Dan Douglas “That was cheep!” Billy Mayne “I told you… the man is a genius” Desolation slowly gets to his knees, Orlando brushing past the ref and grabbing Desolation, punches him straight in the face. Again and again and again Orlando strikes Desolation, Desolations neck snapping back with each impact. The ref starts the count trying to break the two men apart… he gets to four before Olrando, with a vicious DDT, smashes Desolations head straight to the mat from Desolations kneeling position. Orlando bounces back to his feet, playing the crowd who boo loudly! Turning back, Orlando kicks Desolation in the ribs, sending Desolation back to the mat. Again Desolation pushes himself up, and again Orlando tries to kick, but Desolation grabs his outstretched leg and twists, pulling Orlando to the mat. Quickly getting to his feet, Desolation lifts the leg rolling Orlando to his back and putting him into a modified sharp shooter, Desolations knees driving into Orlando’s back for added leverage. Orlando screams, but grasps the nearby ropes. The ref calls for the break, but Desolations refuses, forcing the ref to again count… Dan Douglas “This isn’t wrestling… this is a street fight!” Billy Mayne “This is for the biggest prize of them all… they are doing everything in their power to do what it takes to win!” Desolation breaks the submission at the four count, pulling Orlando off the ropes into the middle of the ring before kicking him and trying to lock in the second submission hold, Orlando manages to kick back at Desolation, sending him back straight into the ref, who collides head first with one of the turnbuckles and falls limp to the mat! Orlando stands up as does Desolation. Orlando stands up, rushing Desolation who drops down and quickly rolls from the ring. Orlando does not stop, baseball sliding under the bottom rope forcing Desolation into the crowd barrier. Going outside the ring, Orlando locks up with Desolation pushing him back first into the crowd barrier until both men tumble over into the crowd! Dan Douglas “Damn… without a ref, there is nothing stopping these two from doing whatever they want to each other…” Billy Mayne “About time… I was getting bored with this…” The crowd surrounds them, the camera getting glimpses of both men as they head up the isle towards one of the various crowd entrances. Battling into the entrance way, Desolation whips Orlando into the brick wall, Orlando bouncing off and coming back at Desolation only to be belly to belly Suplexed head first into the wall directly opposite. Orlando falls to the floor as Desolation wrestles something from one of the fans. Billy Mayne “HEY… BEERS AREN’T CHEEP!” Desolation, grabbing the bottle by the neck smashes it straight over Orlando’s head! Beer splatters down over Orlando as he falls back to the concrete. Blood begins running down his face from his hair where the bottle broke! Pulling him to his feet, Desolation attempts to pile drive Orlando into the broken glass, but Orlando, with a burst of energy backdrops Desolation onto some of the glass, which digs painfully into his back! Dan Douglas “Damn… more glass! What is it with glass tonight! I have seen enough glass to last a life time!” Billy Mayne “I hope not, because I think we are about to see some more after this match!” Orlando looks up, seeing the fans above hanging over the railing around the arena exit! Quickly, he runs around the railing and to the top of the entranceway, the crowd all cheering for him for the first time since his move to Annihilation Billy Mayne “Go figure… it takes him risking his life to get the crowds attention!” Dan Douglas “Would you please shut up! I am trying to watch this!” Perching on the railing, Orlando prepares to leap when a fan wearing a Desolation T-shirt shoves him from behind! Orlando tumbles forward, landing on the concrete fifteen feet below, missing Desolation completely! Dan Douglas “OH MY GOD!” Security rushes out, grabbing the fan and pulling him from his seat, EMT’s rush from the back to check on Orlando, but Desolation, who has now gotten to his feet, shoves them back. Grabbing Orlando by the hair, he pulls him up and carries him back to the crowd barrier, where with a simple fireman’s carry, he tosses the unconscious Orlando back first on the railing. Orlando’s spine twists out of place before he falls to the mat beside the ring apron. Desolation hops up on the barrier and leaps off, Orlando barely rolls out of the way, Desolations boots coming down hard inches to the left of his head! Desolation, pulling Orlando up, quickly throws him hard into the steel post of the ring, Orlando crashing into it shoulder first and falling into the Annihilation announcer table! Billy Mayne “Hey… lets keep it in the god damn ring and away from my table! Hey… no… god damn it!” Desolation hoists Orlando, who was leaning against the table onto his shoulders ready for an electric chair drop into the table! Before he can, Orlando falls backwards, his legs tightening hard onto the sides of Desolations head, forcing him to stumble backwards. Orlando falls to the floor as Desolation collides back first into the ring Apron! Dan Douglas “What a save!” Billy Mayne “I know… the bastard almost ruined our table!” Orlando quickly gets up as Desolation pushes himself off the table. Orlando twists sideways, and with a huge arm drag tosses Desolation using both their momentum onto the announcer table! The table doesn’t break and Desolation bounces before colliding with Dan Douglas! Dan Douglas falls from the chair as Billy Mayne jumps out of the way. Both Fucked up Friday announcers laugh as Billy crosses himself for luck. Walking around the table, Orlando grabs Desolation by the hair and pulls him towards the ring! Billy Mayne sits back down, not even checking on Dan Douglas Billy Manye “Well… guess it is just me now… and really, who needs that no talent hack Dan Douglas anyways!” Pushing Desolation into the ring, Orlando slides under himself, the blood still flowing down his face. Desolation manages to get to his feet just as Orlando shoves him hard into the turnbuckle chest first. Desolation bounces, turns and is Irish whipped into the far corner. Orlando backs up and charges kicking Desolation in the head, then beats Desolation down to the mat in the corner with a quick series of punches. With Desolation sitting in the corner, Orlando charges a second time, driving his knee into the face of Desolation Billy Mayne “What a champ! What a move… this is great!” Orlando confidently walks the ring pulling up the ref, who slowly wakes, playing to the crowd a second time as Desolation slowly gets to his feet with a smile on her face. Just as Orlando turns back to Desolation, He grabs Orlando by the front of his shorts and pulls him head first into the turnbuckle. Dropping down, Desolation puts her arm between Orlando’s legs and rolls him back into a schoolboy for the pin as the ref slides over… Billy Mayne “NO! IT CAN’T END LIKE THIS!” One……………. Two…………… Thr….kickout Desolation can’t believe it. Pulling Orlando to his feet, Desolation quickly slams him down with a Northern Light Suplex, pulling him into a Double Underhook Suplex, then a Sheer Drop Tiger Driver and into a Lockdown (Dragon Clutch). Orlando screams as Desolation pulls harder, the blood pattering down onto the mat! Billy Manye “The chain reaction… Orlando can’t lose like this!” Billy Mayne grabs his folding chair and rushes into the ring, sliding under the ropes he raises the chair high above his head behind the ref, when Orlando shakes his head… he doesn’t want Edward Hayden’s help for this! Billy can’t believe it! He looks shocked, suddenly the ref turns and sees him, forcing him from the ring as Orlando pulls himself towards the ropes! The ref forcing him from ringside, Billy Mayne tosses the chair down in frustration and storms to the back, leaving no more commentators for Annihilation at ringside, EMT’s still assisting Dan Douglas who appears to be unconscious! In the ring, Orlando has worked his way almost free when suddenly Desolation rakes down on his eyes before pushing off of him! Orlando rolls on the mat, Desolation climbing the turnbuckle. As Orlando pushes himself from the mat, Desolation prepares to leap off, Orlando stumbles to his feet and turns as Desolation leaps from the corner with a cross body! It connects, Orlando falling to the mat, but rolls through it and uses the momentum to pin Desolation. Desolation struggles to free himself as the ref slides in for the count. One…. Two… THREE! Orlando has done it! Releasing the pin, Orlando slowly gets to his feet with the help of the ref! Desolation slams his fist down in frustration as he rolls from the ring. The ref holds his hands up in the air and presents him with the World Championship belt! Orlando cradles the belt, looking down at it with a huge smile, his own blood running down his chest now from the wound opened up with the bottle. Dan Douglas “Wha… what happened? Did I miss something?” Suddenly, Desolation slams the same chair that Billy Mayne threw down into the head of Orlando from behind! Orlando crumples to the mat as Desolation strikes him again! Dan Douglas “Is the match over?” The ref tries to stop him, but Desolation pushes him away, smashing the chair down hard on Orlando’s face! Again and again Desolation smashes the chair down as officials run from the back to stop this! Picking the new belt up in his hands, Desolation jerks his head back and spits on the belt! Before throwing it down on the body of Orlando Cruze just as refs pull him away. EMT’s rush to the ring as Desolation is forced backstage with an angry smile…

Dan Douglas
“Is Orlando Cruze the new champion? What the hell happened? Where the hell is Billy Mayne? What the hells happening?”


Commercial


Back In the Arena


Jerry Walters:
The League of Superstars well under way now and what a night it has been for many of these superstars, Orlando Cruze is the new Champion of Annihilation, Psycho is the new Livewire Champion not to mention some of the other title matches!

Tim May:
Yeah, can you believe somehow Chris Cortez managed to become the new Xtreme Champion, that’s just not right! Young Chris deserved that!

Jerry Walters:
I think we have split opinions on that one Tim, I think Young Chris has caused a lot of trouble backstage tonight and he got exactly what was coming to him!

Tim May:
Meh! He still didn’t deserve to lose, Cortez will get his one day, you watch!

Jerry Walters:
I will, but right now I am sitting here staring at possibly one of the biggest, most feared domains in the wrestling world, no not the Weapon’s Lair, but a 30ft Glass Octagon Chamber!

Tim May:
Look at this thing, its just a pit of destruction!

Jerry Walters:
Indeed it is and in the commercial break the ring was reconstructed, so let me quickly go over the changes here, the ropes are now barbed wire, the edges of which have been sharpened to a point and if that wasn’t dangerous enough the turnbuckles are filled with light explosives that will rip into the flesh of any man that runs into them!

Tim May:
Explosives!! My god Jerry, this is sounding horrible before we have even got started!

Jerry Walters:
You ain’t kidding, yet it gets worse, on the outside of the ring Glass Tables, something both men are familiar with awaits amongst other weapons and they are surrounded by the octagon chamber itself. 5 inches of reinforced glass panels, at 6ft tall, 4ft wide and a total of around 30ft in overall height, the roof is made of glass also, again 5 inches thick, but one large solid instead of small panels.

Tim May:
Oh man, oh man, why can I see someone getting seriously hurt!

Jerry Walters:
Whatever happens neither man is going to be the same after this match, the pure destruction that awaits them is going to be simply horrific.


Recap


For Generations…Man has waged war…Man has accepted War as a part of life…

(The opening orchestra chords of the techno tune mix is heard, as the words on the screen begin to disappear replaced by more…)

Tonight… One war rages it’s final flame….One War…Will be won!

(Suddenly a beat jumps between the chords of the orchestra and the black around the word disappears to see the angry faces of Daemon Frost and Johnny Kingdom before as the black did, they disappear, in there stead a calendar appears dating back to march when ULW opened, in the corners of the shot black and white images of matches from the month begin to play. AWOL Defeating Curtis Jack o retain his world title, it then flicks to April where Xavier is seen for the first time, the chant over the music of “Daemon Frost”)

Jerry Walters:
Daemon Frost is such a great athlete, maybe the best I’ve ever seen!

(In the corner shots of Daemon beating Hellkat are seen followed by Chris Cortez, Pulse, Stinger, Monoxide, X and other ULW Originals, the camera then zooms on a day that reads Paranoia underneath it…The Biggest Pay Per View of them all. Xavier is seen furious as Chris Cortez wins a handicap match before various scenes are shown of Daemon Frost winning the Weapons Lair match.)

Jerry Walters:
He done it! He Done it! Daemon Frost is the new World Champion of the ULW!

(The calendar then flicks to May, Shots of Hellkat defeating Daemon not once, but twice hits the screen and Xavier is seen finally winning a match and ending his losing streak, the shots ten go to retribution showing more shots of the big matches and the big events at the time including the first Pay Per View match between Xavier and Daemon alongside Hellkat. The shots taken show the struggle, the hatred, the hurt, the pain and the blood between the two men, but Daemon is the man with the win as he beats Hellkat in the squared circle with the Frost Special.)

Jerry Walters:
What a triumphant win for Daemon Frost!

(The shot in the corner then shows Kingdom slamming Frost with the title owned by Hellkat and laying punches into his opened up face before smiling as he leaves the ring just before the calendar flicks to June…)

Tim May:
Xavier is great Jerry! Daemon never stood a chance!

(More shots of the month are shown before the famous Glass Breakers match between Daemon Frost and Xavier is seen, the two men are pictured in the corners of the calendar shot fighting in the build up before a large black and white image in the middle of the screen shows the big match at Nuclear Warfare, the final shot being of Xavier gaining the victory and winning over Daemon Frost!)

Tim May:
Kingdom has defeated perhaps his greatest rival, but Daemon has nothing to be ashamed off, they put on nothing short of a classic here!

(Suddenly a gust of wind storms past the calendar blowing the pages around crazily as the scenes, the fighting, the pain, the anguish, the growing hatred all begins to build, escalate and grow. The shots of the bloody faces of Xavier/Johnny Kingdom and Daemon Frost are among just many of the pictures shown through there many battles….Many Battles indeed….The Calendar then stops blowing and the pages stop flapping around the page focused on by the cameras lens…December 2004…The picture then slowly zooms on the 30th, the words underneath reading “Worlds Ending” as the beat in the music once more disappears and the peace of the tune comes back….Before fading no longer to be heard….Just silence…The final words then appear…)

Tonight…The battles end….And the War will begin….Only one will be victorious!


FUF World Heavyweight Championship
Glass Chambers Match
Daemon Frost Vs Johnny Kingdom


(That tantalizing theme, "Wake Up", suddenly bursts the seams of the sound speakers, and leaking into a flood of boos we get a reaction from the fans. Flash bulbs explode as the red curtain that dangles in the entranceway part’s, and out steps the Team Leader: JOHNNY KINGDOM. As the fans stand to greet him properly, he smiles World Title thrown over his shoulder, 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 - nothing but a legion of hateful obscenities hurled his way by the ingrates that surround him. Kingdom, of course, completely ignores them. His feet seem to crash down on the rampway as the fans' boos pick up even more, the pure weight of his greatness increasing his own weight by pounds and pounds. The Team Leader arrives in front of the ring, and as he does so the thousands of people present rise higher than ever before in their attempt to verbally prevent him from entering the ring, he just shakes his head then looks at the Glass Chamber before walking around to the door and entering it before climbing on the apron and getting in the ring handing the bet to the referee.
Suddenly as his music continues to play the retarded boy that Jason had instructed Johnny to bring to the ring with him appears clapping with his palms and jumping around like a loony in his Xavier Mask and his Johnny Kingdoms number one fan t-shirt. He heads down the ramp and applauds Johnny more, but Kingdom just ignores him.)

Jerry Walters:
Seems Johnny is going through with the deal and his fan is here at ringside ready to cheer him on, this is a great site actually, proof that a fan can really have there dream made true by the ULW.

Tim May:
Oh give me a break, this kid should not be here, if anything else he could get hurt so close to the action, we know what Daemon and Kingdom are like and if this match escalates as it should do, he could be right in the line of fire!

Jerry Walters:
That is a valid point, another might be that this could proof to be a distraction for Johnny, maybe even for Daemon! In fact, I’d say knowing Kingdom and Seagreen and there long relationship of screw jobs, this could be yet another master plan to screw Daemon Frost out of the World Title!

(Daemon Frost walks from behind the curtain to a huge reaction from the fans. Dressed in a white button down shirt and black tie, Daemon stands there, a smile on his face. He listens for a moment, to both his own music and the crowd around him. Moonlight Sonata blares out over the speakers, a complete contrast to the violence that will ensue shortly. He walks, completely focused to the ring, one foot in front of the other before stopping at the bottom of the ramp and glaring around at the huge glass structure he is about to compete in. He then just takes a deep breathe and stares through it at Kingdom, the look enough to kill the minds of many. He walks around to the door and jumps onto the apron pulling the ropes as he does.)

Jerry Walters:
Daemon Frost, one of the greatest talents in the wrestling world, the current two time World Heavyweight Champion, the ONLY two time World Champion let me add and would you believe this is only his first real year in the big time wrestling world.

Tim May:
Oh so up Daemon, but when it’s JK just say how he is intending to cheat, blah, blah, blah…What about Johnny, he is a former ROW World Champion, he is the man who should have been the first ever Livewire Champion of the ULW, this man is as accomplished as any wrestler.

Jerry Walters:
He certainly has more big match experience then Daemon and if past is anything to go by he has not done to bad for himself against Frost there either, but it is not and this is not a comparison, these two men are the best in the business at the moment and you can be damn sure that all advantages are out of the window in this chamber…Now it’s down to who wants it the most!